Chapter 1
Author pov
His hand slides to the nape of her n-ck, fingers tangling in her hair to tilt her head back.
The k!ss tastes of d3speration and peppermint. It is not a gentle it is a claim. Jungkook gr"@ns into her mouth, his tongu3 sweeping past her l!ps to tangle with hers. He s-cks her tongu3 with a rhythmic intensity, a w-t, slapping sound echoing in the quiet room as their saliva mixes.
Yn whimpers, her hands sliding up his ch-st to grip the collar of his shirt. She pulls him closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of air between them.
JUNGKOOK (Between kisses): I want you all of you right now.
YN: Then stop talking Jungkook.
He laughs, a low vibration that she feels in her own ch-st. He hooks his arms under her th!ghs and lifts her. Yn wraps her legs around his wa!st, her heels digging into his lower back. He carries her the short distance to the bed and drops her onto the silk sheets.
The charcoal fabric is cool against her skin as he strips his shirt off in one fluid motion, tossing it blindly across the room. His torso is a map of hard muscle and ink, the tattoos swirling across his ribs and arm.
He crawls over her, his weight a welcome pressure. His hands move to the hem of her dress, sliding upward. He doesn't just lift the fabric; he bunches it up, his palms skimming the sensitive sk!n of her inner th!ghs.
YN: Wait...
Jungkook pauses, his br3ath h*t against her collarbone. He looks up, eyes clouded with l-st & love
JUNGKOOK: What is it?
YN: I just... I want this to be perfect.
Jungkook smiles, a tender expression that softens the hπnger in his gaze. He leans down, k!ss!ng the tip of her nose, then her cheeks, before settling his l!ps against hers again. This time, the k!ss is slow, an exploration.
JUNGKOOK: It is perfect because it is you.
He reaches for the clasp of her dress, his fingers steady despite the tremor in his br3athing. The fabric falls away, leaving her exposed to the dim light. Jungkook lets out a shaky br3ath, his gaze roam!ng over her br3asts, the way her n!pples h*rden in the cool air.
He lowers his head, his tongu3 circling one p3ak before s-ck!ng it d33p into his mouth. Yn arches her back, a sharp gasp escaping her. The sensat!on is electric, a direct line of h*at shooting straight to the cor3 of her.
YN: Jungkook... please...
JUNGKOOK (Muffl4d against her sk!n): Not yet I want to tast3 every inch of you first.
He moves downward, his mouth trailing fire across her stomach. He reaches the edge of her lace underwear and doesn't hesitate. He hooks his fingers into the wa!stband and pulls them down, tossing them aside.
He stares at her p*ssy, the pink f0lds gl!stening with her own ar-us@l. He doesn't toπch her yet. He just looks, his nostrils flaring as he catches the scent of her.
JUNGKOOK: You are so w-t for me.
YN: Because I want you I've wanted you since the moment we met.
Jungkook shifts, his hand moving to his own trousers. He frees himself, his c-ck springing out, th!ck and puls!ng. It is heavy, the head already w33ping a bead of clear pre-c*m that glistens under the candlelight.
Yn reaches down, her fingers curling around the sh@ft. She marvels at the h*at of him, the way the veins ridge beneath the sk!n. She slides her hand up and down, a w-t, shlicking sound filling the space as she coats him in her own mo!sture.
JUNGKOOK (Gritting his teeth): God Yn If you keep doing that I am going to lose it before I even get !nside.
He pos!t!ons himself between her legs, his kn43s prying her th!ghs wide. He rests the head of his c-ck against her cl!t, teasing the sensitive nub with slow, circular motions. Yn cries out, her fingers digging into the silk sheets, bunching the fabric in her fists.
JUNGKOOK: Look at me Yn look at me.
She opens her eyes, meeting his intense stare. He is trembling, his muscles taut.
JUNGKOOK: I want you to look at me when I entered *Yn nod*
He pushes forward, just an inch, the head of his c-ck stretching her open!ng.
JUNGKOOK: I love you I love you so much it hπrts.
Yn's br3ath hitches. The world shrinks down to the h*at of his b-dy and the depth of his voice.
YN: Jungkook...i love you too..
JUNGKOOK: Marry me marry me Yn I want you to be mine forever.
The proposal hangs in the air, entwined with the smell of s*x and the sound of their synchronized br3athing. Yn doesn't answer with words. She reaches up, grabbing his hair and pulling him down for a fierce, demanding k!ss.
JUNGKOOK (Whispering against her l!ps): I'll take that as a yes. *He thr*sts*
He drives himself !nto her in one d33p, powerful motion. Yn screams, the sound muffled by his mouth as he k!ss3s her again. The feeling of him f!lling her is overwhelming, a stretch that borders on pa!n before melting into a profound, ach!ng pl3asure.
He stays still for a moment, bur!ed d33p, allowing her b-dy to adjust to his size. He is so th!ck that her walls stretch tight, gripping him with a d3sperate intensity.
JUNGKOOK: You feel... incredible. So t!ght.
YN (Gasping): You're... you're so b!g...
Jungkook begins to move. He pulls back until he is almost out, then slams back in, the sound of their pelv!s3s coll!ding creating a loud, w-t slap.
Shlick. Squelch. Slap.
The rhythm builds. Jungkook’s thr*sts become more urgent, his h!ps snapping forward with a pr!mal energy. He isn't being gentle anymore; the love has merged with a raw, hπngry n33..d.
Yn wraps her legs around his wa!st, pulling him d44per, wanting to feel him h!t her cerv!x. Every time he bottoms out, a low mo@n vibrates in her throat.
JUNGKOOK (Gro@n!ng): F__k you're squ33zing me so h*rd I'm going to... I'm going to c*m...
YN: Don't stop... please, don't stop...
He increases the pace, his br3ath coming in jagged gasps. He reaches down, his thumb finding her cl!t and rubb!ng it in sync with his thr*sts. The dual stimulation is too much. Yn’s internal muscles begin to sp@sm, clamp!ng down on him in waves of pl3asure.
YN: Jungkook! Now! Right now!
She p3aks first, her b-dy shuddering v!olently, her vision blurring as the org@sm crashes over her. The intense gripping of her p*ssy triggers him. Jungkook lets out a guttural roar, his back arch!ng as he delivers three final, d33p thr*sts.
He gro@ns, his voice breaking as he c*ms. He p0urs himself !nto her, the h*t l!qu!d f!lling her, pulsing d33p !nside her w0mb. He collapses onto her, his forehead resting against hers, both of them drenched in sw3at and gasping for air.
They lie there for several minutes, the only sound the ticking of a clock and the heavy thrum of their hearts.
JUNGKOOK (Br3athless): You're mine did you hear me? You're mine.
YN (Smiling): Yes I'm yours.
Jk smile he k!ss her forehead and grabbed tissue from the nightstand and cleaned both of them.
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