Chapter 1
Author pov
He wraps his arms around her, pulling her soak!ng w-t form into the h*at of his bar3 sk!n. The contrast is electric—the icy dampness of her dress against the searing temperature of his ch-st.
He buries his face in the crook of her n-ck, inhaling d33ply.
JUNGKOOK: You smell like the rain.
Y/N: And you smell like you've been wanting me for a long time.
Jungkook pulls back just enough to look at her. He cups her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. He leans in, his l!ps grazing hers first, a tentative question. Then, he claims her.
He k!ss3s her with a d3speration that has been building for months. He su-ks her lower l!p into his mouth, swirling his tongu3 against hers in a w-t, rhythmic exchange. The sound of their k!ss!ng is loud in the quiet room—slurping, w-t, huπgry. He tastes the salt of the rain and the sweetness of her sal!va.
His hands slide down her back, gripping the w-t fabric of her dress. He pulls her closer, gr!nding his h*rdness against her th!gh.
JUNGKOOK (Against her l!ps): I can't... I can't stand another night of just pretending.
Y/N: Then stop pretending.
Jungkook reaches for the hem of her dress. He lifts it slowly, the wet cotton sliding up her legs with a soft, shlicking sound. He pushes the fabric up over her hips, then over her br*asts, pulling it over her head and tossing it blindly across the room.
She stands before him, wearing nothing but a pair of soak3d lac3 pant!es. Her n!pples are h*rd, peaking through the chill.
Jungkook's gaze is predatory. He reaches out, pinching one n!pple between his fingers. Y/N gasps, her back arch!ng.
Y/N: Jungkook...
JUNGKOOK (Low): You're so beautiful. I've been dy!ng to see you like this.
He drops to his knees. He doesn't hesitate. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her pant!es and tugs them down. They slide off her sk!n with a w-t squelch, leaving her completely bar3.
He looks up at her, his eyes d*rk with l*st. He leans forward, his tongu3 darting out to taste the moisture already gathering between her th!ghs.
Y/N (Moan!ng): Wait... Jungkook...
He doesn't wait. He buries his face in her p*ssy, his tongu3 finding her cl!t with unerring accuracy. He l!cks her in long, slow strok3s, from the base of her opening up to the swoll3n p*ak of her cl!t.
The sound is expl!cit—the w-t, slapp!ng noise of his tongu3 against her sens!tive flesh. He su-ks her cl!t into his mouth, swirling his tongu3 around it, creating a vacuum that makes Y/N's legs shake.
Y/N (Screaming softly): Oh god, yes... right there... please...
He uses his fingers to spread her l!ps wider, exposing the d33p pink of her interior. He plung3s two fingers inside her. She is soak!ng, her natural lubrication mixing with the remnants of the rain. The sound of his fingers sl!ding in and out is a loud, rhythmic squelching.
JUNGKOOK (Muffl3d against her sk!n): You're so w-t for me. You've been wanting this too.
Y/N (Br3athless): I've wanted you since the day we met.
He continues to 3at her out, his tongu3 working frantically, fl!cking and sw!rling. He can hear her br3ath hitching, her h!ps beginning to thr*st against his face. He su-ks her h*rder, his l!ps creating a tight seal around her cl!t, pulling it until she lets out a loud, guttural cry.
She collapses backward onto the bed, her legs splaying open. Jungkook rises, his br3ath coming in ragged gasps. He quickly shucks his pants and underwear, his co-k springing free. It is th!ck, ve!ny, and gl!stening with pre-c*m at the t!p.
He crawls over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He posit!ons himself between her l3gs, the head of his co-k brushing against her w-t entrance.
JUNGKOOK: Look at me, Y/N.
She opens her eyes, her pupils dilated.
JUNGKOOK: I'm going to be !ns!de you now.
He pushes forward slowly. The head of his co-k parts her l!ps, sl!ding into her tight, h*t channel with a w-t, sl!ding sound. Y/N lets out a long, shuddering br3ath, her eyes fluttering.
He doesn't rush. He pushes in inch by inch, feeling the walls of her p*ssy grip him, squeezing his sh*ft with an intensity that nearly makes him lose control. The sound of their bod!es colliding is a soft, fleshy thud.
JUNGKOOK (Gr*an!ng): You're so tight... it's like you were made for me.
Y/N (Whimpering): Don't stop... please, Jungkook, f!ll me up.
He pushes all the way in. He stays there for a moment, letting her b-dy adjust to his s!ze. He feels her cerv!x being nudged by the head of his co-k, and she lets out a sharp, n33dy m*an.
He begins to move. He pulls back almost entirely, the sound of his co-k sliding out of her w-t h*at creating a distinct shlicking noise. Then, he thr*sts back in, h*rd and d33p.
The bed begins to creak. The sound of their sk!n slapping together—the w-t sound of his b@lls hitting her backside—fills the room.
JUNGKOOK (Gasping): God, you feel... incredible.
He increases the pace. His movements become more vigorous, more primal. He isn't the polished businessman anymore; he is a man poss-ss-d. Every thr*st is d33p, driving into her, pushing the air out of her lungs.
Y/N (Crying out): More... give me more!
He grabs her h!ps, digging his fingers into her sk!n to hold her steady. He hammers into her, the friction creating a h*at that feels like it might bπrn them both. The sound is a cacophony of squelching, m*an!ng, and the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh.
As he thr*sts, his c-ck occasionally slips out almost entirely due to the vigor of his movements, only to plunge back in with a loud, w-t pop.
JUNGKOOK (Voice strained): I'm almost... I can't...
Y/N (Screaming): I'm coming! Jungkook, I'm coming!
Her internal muscles begin to spasm, clamping down on his sh@ft in rhythmic waves. The sensat!on sends Jungkook over the edge. He lets out a loud, guttural roar, his b-dy stiffening as he delivers several final, powerful thr*sts.
He bur!es himself as d33p as possible, his co-k thr*bb!ng !nside her. He feels the h*t surge of his s3m3n erupt!ng, f!ll!ng her d33p inside. He gr*@ns, his forehead resting against hers, their br3ath mingling in the air.
They stay like that for several minutes, the only sound the heavy thumping of their hearts and the distant rumble of the rain outside.
Slowly, Jungkook begins to pull away. He slides out of her with a w-t, suct!on!ng sound. He collapses beside her, his ch-st heaving.
He looks at her, her hair splayed across the pillow, her sk!n flushed. A tenderness he didn't know he poss-ss-d washes over him.
JUNGKOOK (Softly): I'm coming back, baby. Don't move.
Y/N (Drowsily): Mhmm...
Jungkook stands up, his legs slightly shaky. He walks into the bathroom. A minute later, he returns. He is carrying a warm bowl of water and a soft white cloth.
He sits on the edge of the bed and gently spr3ads her legs. He dips the cloth into the warm water and begins to clean her. He is meticulous, wiping away the mixture of rain, sweat, and s3m3n with a tenderness that brings tears to Y/N's eyes.
Y/N (Whispering): You don't have to do that.
JUNGKOOK (K!ss!ng her knee): I want to. I want to take care of you.
Once she is clean, he stands up and str!ps the w-t, stained bedsheets from the mattress. He works quickly, tossing the ruined fabric aside and snapping a fresh, crisp set of white sheets over the bed.
He climbs back into bed, pulling Y/N into his arms. He wraps his b-dy around hers, his skin still warm, her scent now a mix of clean water and !nt!macy.
Y/N (Sighing): Why did we wait so long?
JUNGKOOK (Nuzzling her n-ck): Maybe we needed the rain to wash everything else away first.
He k!ss3s her temple and closes his eyes.
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