Chapter 1
Author pov
Jungkook gro@ns, his hand sliding up her back to grip the nape of her neck. He pulls her down for another k!ss, deeper this time. it has morphed into a raw, aching desire.
His hand wanders down, gripping the hem of her silk slip and bunching the fabric upward. He slides his palm against the bare sk!n of her th!gh, his touch searing.
JUNGKOOK: I want to feel you. All of you. I need to know you're actually here.
YN: I'm here, Jungkook. I'm right here.
Jungkook pushes her back onto the pillows, his b-dy hover!ng over hers. He is shaking, partly from the fever and partly from the surge of adrenaline. He rips his shirt off, throwing it blindly across the room. His ch-st is broad, his muscles taut, skin flushed a deep pink from the illness.
Yn reaches up, her fingers tracing the line of his collarbone. She pulls his head down, her mouth seeking his again. As they k!ss, Jungkook's hand finds the center of her ch-st, squeezing her br^ast through the thin fabric of her slip. He pinches her n!pple, causing her to gasp into his mouth.
The sound triggers something in him. He moves with a sudden urgency, stripping her slip over her head and tossing it aside. They lie nak*d against the sheets, skin slapp!ng against sk!n. The h*at between them is suffocating, a mix of illness and lπst.
Jungkook moves down, his l!ps trailing fire across her stomach. He reaches the junction of her th!ghs and pushes them apart. He buries his face in her p*ssy, inhaling the scent of her arous@l. He flicks his tongue against her cl!t, a sharp, precise movement that makes Yn arch her back and cry out.
YN: Jungkook... please...
Jungkook looks up at her, his eyes dark and predatory. He reaches down and grabs his own co+k, which is already leak!ng thick pre-c*m. He rubs the head of his sh*ft against her w-t l!ps, smearing her own ju!ces across the glans.
JUNGKOOK: You think you can just come back and everything is fine?
YN: No... just... please enter me...
Jungkook doesn't wait. He posit!ons himself and thr*sts inward in one powerful motion.
Yn lets out a sharp scream of pl3asure and pa!n, her b-dy stretching to accommodate him. He is th!ck and h*t, the friction of his entry creating a w-t, squelching sound. He bottoms out, his pelvis slamming against her with a dull thud.
JUNGKOOK: You're so tight. You still feel the same.
He begins to move, his thr*sts slow and deliberate at first. Each slide out is a long, dragging sensat!on, and each push back in is a forceful reclamation. The sound of their bod!es colliding fills the room—the rhythmic shlicking of his co-k sliding through her drenched p*ssy.
Yn wraps her arms around his n-ck, pulling him closer. She can feel the sweat from his forehead dripping onto her ch-st.
YN: I love you... I love you so much...
Jungkook grunts, his pace quickening. He isn't being gentle. He thr*sts with a desp3rate intensity, his b*lls slapping hard against her. The sound is visceral, a w-t, rhythmic thumping. He feels the w*lls of her p*ssy gripping him, squeezing the sh*ft of his co-k with every strok3.
He pulls out almost entirely, leaving only the h3ad inside, before slamming back in. The air is pushed out of her lungs in a series of short, jagged gasps.
JUNGKOOK: Tell me you're mine. Tell me you're never going anywhere.
YN: I'm yours! I'm yours, Jungkook! Only yours!
He gro@ns, his movements becoming frantic. He reaches down, his fingers finding her cl!t and rubbing it vigorously as he thr*sts. The combination of internal pressure and external stimulation pushes Yn over the edge. Her internal muscles contract violently around him, pulsing in rhythmic waves. She screams his name, her b-dy shaking with the force of her org*sm.
The feeling of her cl!maxing triggers his own. Jungkook lets out a guttural roar, his back arching as he thr*sts one last time, bury!ng himself as d33p as possible. He spills his s33d d33p !nside her, a h*t, pulsing fl--d that f!lls her w°mb. He collapses on top of her, his br3athing ragged, his heart hammering against her ribs.
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