Chapter 1
Author pov
She stands up slowly. The shirt slides off one shoulder, exposing a pale, smooth curve of skin. She walks toward him, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. Every step is a calculated lure. She stops inches from him, the scent of her damp skin mixing with his cologne.
JUNGKOOK : What are you doing, Y/N?
Y/N: I thought my husband might be n33d me
She reaches out, her fingers grazing the buttons of his shirt. She looks up at him, her eyes wide, shimmering with a challenge.
Jungkook catches her wrist. His grip is firm, not painful, but possess!ve. He tries to pull back, his ch-st heaving. He has spent months building a wall between them, convinced that his world of bl--d and betrayal would only stain her. But the wall is cracking.
JUNGKOOK: You have no idea what you're playing with.
Y/N: Then show me.
She twists her wrist, slipping from his grip. She doesn't retreat. Instead, she grabs his tie and pulls him toward the bed. The momentum catches him off guard. He falls back onto the mattress with a heavy thud.
Y/N climbs over him. She straddles his l-p, her weight settling firmly against his cr-tch. The friction of the thin shirt against his h*rdening l3ngth makes Jungkook hiss, his head snapping back against the pillows.
Y/N smirks. She remembers the clear l!quid she slipped into his drink earlier. The v!*gra. She believes his reaction is chemical, a forced response to a drug.
Y/N: You seem... reactive, Jungkook.
Jungkook's eyes darken. He doesn't know about the drug. He only knows the h3at radiating from her, the way her th!ghs grip his hips, and the sheer, agonizing need to tear that shirt off her b-dy.
JUNGKOOK: You think you can just provoke me and expect me to stay polite?
Y/N: I don't want you to be polite.
She reaches for the buttons of the shirt. One by one, they pop open. She pushes the fabric away, exposing her br*asts. The n!pples are peaked, dark and tight in the cool air of the room.
Jungkook's control snaps.
He lunges upward, his hands slamming into her wa!st as he flips her. In one fluid motion, Y/N is pinned b3neath him, her back pressed into the silk sheets.
JUNGKOOK: My turn.
He dives down, his mouth capturing one br*@st. He s-cks the n!pple h*rd, his tongu3 sw!rling around the ar30la. Y/N lets out a loud, sharp mo*n, her fingers digging into the thick hair at the nape of his n-ck.
Y/N: Ah! Jungkook!
He doesn't stop. He moves to the other side, b!ting gently, leaving a m@rk that claims her. He moves lower, his k!ss3s trailing a path of fire down her stomach. He reaches the waistband of her lace pant!es and rips them downward with a single, violent tug.
Jungkook doesn't pull away. He waits for the tremors to subside before he looms over her again.
He positions the head of his c-ck at her opening. Both are v!rgins, a tension they've carried since the wedding night. He doesn't use a c-nd-m; he wants to feel every ridge of her.
JUNGKOOK: I'm going to stretch you out. I'm going to fill you completely.
He slams !nside her.
Y/N screams, a mixture of pa!n and overwhelming pl3asure. He is too b!g, too much, but the friction is electric. He stops, letting her adjust, his muscles shaking from the effort of holding back.
Y/N: Don't stop... please, don't stop...
Jungkook gr*nts and begins to move. He thr*sts slowly at first, the sound of their b-d!es colliding creating a w-t, slapping noise. He pins her wrists above her head with one hand, his fingers locking around them.
JUNGKOOK: You're so tight. It's like you were made just to wrap around me.
He picks up the pace, turning into an an!mal. He hammers into her, his h!ps slamming against hers. The bed frame gro@ns under the force. He whispers v*lgar!ties into her ear, telling her exactly how she feels, how her p*ssy is gripping him, how he's going to ruin her for anyone else.
Y/N: I love it... f__k me h*rder!
JUNGKOOK: That's it. Take it all. Take every !nch of your husband.
He thr*sts d33per, h!tting her cerv!x. Y/N gasps, her eyes rolling back. The friction builds, a coil of h*at tightening in their guts. With one final, d33p plung3, Jungkook lets out a guttural roar, his b-dy stiffening as he pumps his s33d d33p !ns!de her. Y/N cries out, her own cl!max h!tt!ng her in waves, her internal muscles squeezing him tight.
They collapse together, drenched in sw3at and flu!ds, the room smelling of s*x and surrender.
Jungkook doesn't move for a long time. He k!ss3s her forehead, his voice now soft.
JUNGKOOK: I've wanted this since the day I saw you.
Y/N: Why didn't you say anything?
JUNGKOOK : I was afraid I'd never be able to stop.
He shifts, his c-ck still h*rd !nside her.
JUNGKOOK: And I'm not stopping tonight.
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