VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Horny (M)

In the quiet of the early morning, Taehyung lay sprawled across the bed, his breathing shallow and his eyes closed. The crisp white sheets clung to his sweat-dampened skin, outlining the contours of his body. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that suggested deep, peaceful sleep, but his mind was anything but at rest. He was lost in a haze of arousal, his thoughts a whirlwind of desire and need.

A soft groan slipped past his lips as he felt the familiar ache between his legs, a craving that grew more insistent with every passing moment. He was acutely aware of the warmth emanating from Jungkook's body beside him, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept. Without opening his eyes, Taehyung reached out, his hand finding Jungkook's, their fingers entwining.

With a silent apology to his sleeping lover, Taehyung brought Jungkook's hand down to his throbbing center, his own hand guiding it with a gentle pressure. Jungkook stirred but didn't wake, his breathing remaining steady as Taehyung's thumb began to trace lazy circles around the sensitive bud of his clit. The touch was light, feather-like, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. Taehyung's breath hitched as he felt Jungkook's fingers curl slightly, his body reacting instinctively to the unspoken demand.

The room was still, the only sounds the faint hum of the air conditioner and the muffled noises of the city outside. Taehyung bit his lower lip to stifle another moan, his eyes squeezed shut as he grew increasingly lost in the sensation. Jungkook's hand grew bolder, his middle finger sliding between Taehyung's slick folds, finding the entrance to his pussy. He was so wet, so ready, and the thought of taking Jungkook's hand like this, using it to satisfy his own needs without his consent, only added to the thrill.

Taehyung's grip on Jungkook's hand tightened as he guided the digit inside, feeling the warmth and familiarity of his lover's touch even though Jungkook was still asleep. He pushed the finger in deeper, the intrusion sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. Jungkook's hand remained limp, his thumb resting against Taehyung's clit, the rhythmic pressure of his breathing the only indication that he was even alive.

Taehyung began to move Jungkook's hand for him, setting a slow and steady pace that matched the erratic beat of his racing heart. He could feel the tension building within him, his body coiling tighter with every stroke. The room felt like it was spinning around him, the only anchor Jungkook's warmth beside him and the sensation of his finger moving in and out of his pussy. He was so close, so deliciously close to the edge, and the illicitness of the act only served to heighten the experience.

He rocked his hips slightly, silently urging Jungkook's finger to move faster, to hit that spot that would send him over the edge. His cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment, his body trembling with the effort of keeping his sounds to a minimum. Jungkook's finger curled, brushing against his g-spot, and Taehyung's eyes flew open, a silent gasp escaping his lips. Jungkook's eyes fluttered, but he remained asleep, his hand moving almost of its own accord now, driven by Taehyung's desperation.

Their combined scents filled the air, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that only served to drive Taehyung's need higher. He could feel his orgasm approaching, a tsunami of pleasure threatening to drown him in ecstasy. He threw his head back, biting down on the pillow to muffle his cries as he worked Jungkook's hand harder, his hips moving in time with the rhythmic pumping. The world narrowed to the sensation of that single digit inside him, the friction against his walls, the pressure building unbearably.

Jungkook's breathing hitched, and Taehyung felt the momentary panic that his boyfriend might wake up and realize what was happening. But Jungkook's eyes remained closed, his hand moving in Taehyung's tight grip as if in a dream. Encouraged, Taehyung arched his back, his muscles tightening around Jungkook's finger. The sensation was exquisite, a dance of pleasure and guilt that had him teetering on the brink. He could feel the warmth of Jungkook's breath on his neck, his chest brushing against Jungkook's arm with every thrust.