Chapter 1
Author pov
The room glows in a dim, amber hue from the bedside lamps. A heavy scent of sandalwood and vanilla lingers in the air. The curtains are drawn tight, sealing the couple into a private sanctuary.
Jungkook hovers over Yn, his weight supported by his forearms. His white dress shirt hangs open, buttons discarded, exposing the hard lines of his ch-st and the slight sheen of sweat on his sk!n.
Yn lies b3neath him, her br3ath hitching. Her fingers trace the ridges of his pectorals, nails grazing lightly against his skin.
Jungkook tilts his head, his l!ps crashing against hers. It is not a gentle greeting. It is a claim. Their tongu3s collide, swirling in a w-t, hungry dance. He s-cks her lower l!p between his teeth, drawing a low mo*n from her throat. Saliva bridges the gap between them as they break for a microsecond of air before plunging back in.
Yn (Breathless): I have been thinking about this since the moment you left for work.
Jungkook (Against her l!ps): Only since then? I have been starving for you all day.
He shifts, his th!gh sliding between her l3gs, pressing firmly against her center. Yn arches her back, her h!ps instinctively seeking the pressure.
Yn : Then stop talking.
Jungkook chuckles, a low vibration that she feels in her own ch-st. He pulls back, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide. He reaches down, his fingers gripping the hem of her silk nightgown. In one fluid motion, he pulls the fabric upward, sliding it over her head and tossing it blindly across the room.
He doesn't stop. His hands move to his own wa!st, undoing his belt with a sharp click. He kicks his trousers away, leaving him in only his box3rs.
Yn reaches for the waistband of his underwear, her knuckles brushing against the bulge of his c-ck. He lets out a sharp hiss of air.
Jungkook : You are trying to k!ll me, aren't you?
Yn (Smirking): Is it working?
Jungkook: Perfectly.
He grips her h!ps, pulling her flush against him. He descends again, his mouth finding the sensitive curve of her n-ck. He bites down on the tendon where her shoulder meets her n-ck, marking her.
Yn gasps, her hands sliding up to grip his ha!r, pulling him closer.
Jungkook moves his hand downward, his fingers finding the damp h3at between her th!ghs. He slides a finger !nside her, feeling the slickness of her arousal.
Yn (Whimpering): Jungkook... please.
Jungkook (Whispering in her ear): Tell me exactly what you want.
Yn: I want you !nside me. Now. F!ll me up.
Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice. He shucks his box3rs, his c-ck springing free, th!ck and pulsing with a bead of pre-c*m glistening at the tip. He posit!ons himself, the head of his d!ck rubbing against her cl!t, teasing the entrance of her p*ssy.
He thr*sts forward in one heavy, decisive motion.
Yn screams into the crook of his n-ck, her legs wrapping tightly around his wa!st. The sound of their bodies meeting is a w-t, heavy slap.
Jungkook gro@ns, his face contorting as he feels the tight grip of her walls. He stays still for a moment, letting her adjust to the size of him.
Jungkook: You are so tight. It feels like you are squeezing the life out of me.
Yn (Panting): Because I missed you.
Jungkook begins to move. He pulls back until he is almost out, then slams back in, the friction creating a loud, squelching sound.
The bed frames creaks rhythmically. Jungkook's ch-st heaves, his muscles rippling with every drive. He watches her face, the way her eyes flutter and her l!ps part.
Yn (Mo*ning): Yes... right there. Don't stop.
Jungkook increases the pace. He isn't being gentle anymore. He drives into her with an animalistic hung3r, his ba)*lls slapping loudly against her backside with every thr*st. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room.
Yn's br*asts bounce with the impact, her n!pples h*rdened and rubb!ng against his ch-st. Jungkook reaches down, grabbing one br*ast and squeezing it firmly, his thumb flicking her n!pple.
Yn (Crying out): Oh god, Jungkook!
Jungkook (Gritting his teeth): Look at me, Yn. Look at me while I take you.
She opens her eyes, locking onto his. The intensity in his gaze is overwhelming. He thr*sts d33per, his c-ck h!tt!ng her g-spot. Yn gasps, her internal muscles contracting violently around him.
Jungkook feels the surge. He lets out a guttural growl, his movements becoming frantic. He thr*sts one last time, burying himself as deep as possible.
Jungkook : I'm... I'm coming:
He stiffens, his back arching. A series of powerful spasms rack his b-dy as he pumps h*t, th!ck lo*ds of c*m d33p !nside her. Yn clings to him, her own 0rg*sm crashing over her in waves, her p*ssy clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses.
They collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heavy br3athing
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