Curiosity | Jungkook x Reader

Two

In the room, you flick the lights on but dim them low. You circle around, tilting your head to look up at the boy you never thought you could ever see in this way. In this light, with that dangerous glint in his eyes, you can't see him as anything but.

You reach for him, pressing your body flush against him as your lips meet for the first time. He tastes faintly like candy, a sweetness that you recognize as dangerously addicting. He traces your lips with the tip of his tongue, his broad hands sliding up beneath your oversized hoodie to find you're wearing nothing underneath. Meeting your bare flesh makes him growl with fresh arousal.

"I... I was just studying so I didn't bother," you mumble, a lame excuse but to your credit, the firm bulge that's pressing against you is very distracting.

"Makes things easier." He smiles as he steps back to tug his tee over his head. It falls to the floor along with his belt, his jeans.

"Impatient?" You ask, raking your eyes down past his sculpted chest, the subtle outline of his abs. The mirth in your eyes dies completely when you take in the prominent, massive outline in his boxer-briefs. Yum. Your own restraint runs empty as you hook your fingers into the waistband, and tug down.

I want that inside me, is your first thought when Jungkook's cock is freed. The smooth curve that stems from a short tuft of midnight hair leads to a dark-red head, prominent and full. Sparse foreskin just barely covers the ridge that looks like it'll be merciless. You gulp, steadying yourself. You remind yourself that you're meant to be in charge here.

"Get on the bed."

Jungkook obeys, letting his head rest on the multitude of pillows. He licks his lips, managing to make even that simple action ridiculously enticing. Especially now that you know what that tongue is capable of. You advance, sliding the straps between your fingers. You've only done this once before so it's not like you're particularly well-versed either, but you can't find it in you to give up this opportunity.

His eyes never leave you as you guide his arms up, looping the fabric around his wrists, careful not to hurt him. "Is that too tight?" You ask, cinching the knot around the poles of your bedframe. You hadn't considered this to be an advantage of this particular bed before.

"No."

When you're satisfied that your ties are secure, your fingers leave his skin much to his chagrin. You circle around to the foot of the bed, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. You consider leaving your clothes on, but they'll only be a distraction. Especially with the heat and sweat that's already prickling on your skin.

Off it goes.

Jungkook's eyes are saucers as he takes in your naked breasts, full and pert. He never could have imagined he would actually be seeing them instead of in his dreams, over and over again until he ruins his pants in his sleep. But now he knows that none of his fantasies can compare to the real thing.

You fight back the giggles at how shell-shocked he looks. It makes you want to take off something else to watch him react. But the only thing that remains... You eye your terry-cloth shorts and can almost hear Jungkook whispering yes.

Fine.

Those go too, leaving you standing in the cheeky black panties fringed with a flirty lace. You take it deliberately slow, strolling to the bed so he can watch how the undies shift with every movement, so he can wonder if you'll expose what lies beneath by accident. Crawling onto the mattress, you wonder if this is how a predator feels when beholding its prey.

Jungkook shivers when you draw a path up his legs with your fingertips. His first moan is when you flit to his inner thigh, so close to his cock but not quite. You let your nails gently scrape at his skin, drawing closer only to pull away. "Fuck." The expletive uttered in his once-shy voice is a juxtaposition that drenches you.