VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Cousins (3/4) [M]

The walk to the stranger's apartment was a blur, their conversation a mix of stumbling words and painful silences. The apartment was spacious and clean, the smell of takeout wafting through the air.

The stranger led Jungkook to his bedroom, the walls adorned with band posters and the faint scent of cologne. The room was dimly lit, with the glow from a lava lamp casting a warm, flickering light across the floor. Jungkook felt a mix of apprehension and relief as he sat on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress sinking beneath his weight. He hadn't been in such an intimate setting in years, and the unfamiliarity of it all sent a shiver down his spine.

The stranger straddled his lap, his hands slowly fumbling with Jungkook's belt buckle. He leaned in, his breath warm against Jungkook's cheek. "You don't have to do this," he whispered, his eyes searching Jungkook's for any sign of hesitation.

But Jungkook's mind was made up. He grabbed the stranger's wrists, pulling him closer. The alcohol had dulled his fears and guilt, leaving only the raw need for human connection. He kissed him, the taste of whiskey and regret mingling with the stranger's mouth. It wasn't Taehyung, but it was something, a temporary balm for his lonely soul.

Their bodies moved together, a clumsy dance of need and desire fueled by the whiskey and the weight of their shared secrets. Jungkook felt the stranger's hands on his skin, exploring, claiming, and it was as if he could feel Taehyung's touch once more. The room spun around him as they removed their clothes, the lava lamp's light painting their bodies in a sensual glow.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths mingling in a symphony of want. Jungkook's hands roamed over the stranger's body, feeling the unfamiliar curves and contours, his mind trying to reconcile the present with the past. The stranger was gentle, almost tender in his approach, a stark contrast to the roughness Jungkook had expected.

The stranger laid Jungkook on his back, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored Jungkook's own. As their bodies aligned, Jungkook felt the heat of the other man pressing into him, igniting a fire that had long been smothered by his guilt and regret. He broke the kiss, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe.

Slowly, the stranger's hands traced the outline of Jungkook's cock through the fabric of his boxers, his touch feather-light and teasing. Jungkook's breath hitched, his hips bucking slightly as the anticipation grew. He watched as the man leaned down, his mouth hovering just above the bulge.

The stranger looked up at Jungkook with hooded eyes and said, "You sure you want this?" Jungkook nodded, his voice thick with desire. "Yeah," he managed to murmur, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. The stranger took that as his cue and began to place soft kisses on Jungkook's clothed cock.

The sensation sent a jolt through Jungkook's body, his eyes rolling back as he felt the beginnings of an erection. He hadn't felt this alive in years, and it was a strange mix of exhilaration and fear that coursed through his veins. The stranger's hands deftly removed Jungkook's boxers, and he gasped as the cool air hit his sensitive skin.

"I want to taste you," the stranger murmured, leaning in to kiss the head of Jungkook's cock. Jungkook's breath hitched, and he nodded, his hand threading through the stranger's hair. The stranger took Jungkook into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking more of him in, inch by inch. Jungkook's moans grew louder as the stranger's mouth worked him over, the wet sounds echoing through the room.

Jungkook's eyes squeezed shut, and he threw his head back, lost in the sensation. He could feel himself getting harder, his body responding despite the years of guilt and repression. The stranger's mouth was warm and inviting, his tongue skillful as it danced along Jungkook's shaft. Jungkook's hands gripped the bed sheets tightly, his toes curling with every flick and suck.