Missing part 1

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His large, warm hand slowly slid down her stomach, tracing a path down to her inner thigh. He didn't hesitate, sliding his fingers higher until he cupped her !ntimately through the thin fabric. Y/N let out a soft gasp, her hands gripping his arms for support.

Leaning down, his l!ps brushed the sensitive skin of her n-ck.

Before she could process another thought, Jungkook let go of her waist and smoothly dropped down to his knees right in front of her. Without missing a beat, he pulled her closer by her hips and buried his face right between her th!ghs, inhaling her scent as Y/N's fingers tangled helplessly in his dark hair.

"J-Jungkook, stop... someone will hear us!" Y/N gasped out, her head falling back against the fitting room mirror as a helpless cry escaped her l!ps.

Jungkook didn't slow down for a single second. Ignoring her faint protests, he buried his face deeper against her smooth skin, his broad shoulders shifting as he held her hips in a tight, unyielding grip. His thumbs slid under the thin strip of lace, finding her sensitive p3ak and rubb!ng small, relentless circles right over it.

"Let them listen," Jungkook growl3d low against her sk!n, his voice th!ck and d@ngerously dark. "Let the whole d@mn store hear how w-t you get just from me touch!ng you."

Y/N squeaked, her hands tangling tightly in his dark hair as a intense wave of h*at rushed through her b-dy.

Jungkook tilted his head up, his d@rk eyes locking onto hers in the mirror reflection, looking completely unhinged with des!re. He pressed a h*rd, w-t k!ss to the inside of her th!gh before his thumb applied direct, firm pressure to her swoll3n center.

"Look at you, baby... trembling like a leaf in a fitting room," he whispered f!lthy, a w!cked smirk playing on his li/!ps as he strok3d her right through the thin fabric. "You bought this erot!c little thing just to drive me crazy, didn't you? You wanted me to str!p this off you with my teeth."

"N-No... Sakura made me-ah!" Y/N cried out, her legs trembling as his thumb flicked over her sensitive bπndle of nerves.

"Don't lie to me, honey," he rasped out, pressing another open-mouthed k!ss higher up her thigh, his h*t br3ath making her shiver v!olently. "You b3long to me. Every inch of this gorgeous b-dy is mine to toπch, to tast3, and to wreck. And right now? You're soaking through this tiny piece of lace just because your husband is on his knees for you."

"Jungkook, please..." she sobbed softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch and the dirty words pouring from his lips.

"Please what, Y/N?" he murmured back, rubbing his thumb faster against her peak, driving her straight over the edge. "Tell me you want me to taste you right here. Tell me how bad you need your husband."

"I need you, Jungkook... please," Y/N sobbed out, completely overwhelmed, her knees shaking as her hands clutched at his dark hair.

Jungkook's smirk widened, dark and utterly shameless, as he looked up at her flushed face.

"I know you do," he whispered darkly, his thumb rubbing one last cruel, fast circle over her aching peak. "My sweet little slut can't resist her husband, can she?"

"Yes... I'm your slut, Jungkook... ahhh!" she gasped out, throwing her head back against the mirror, completely broken down by the friction of his thumb.

Satisfied with her surrender, Jungkook stood up in one swift, fluid motion, his dark eyes burning with pure hunger. Without breaking eye contact, his hands moved with practiced speed to unbuckle his heavy leather belt. He unzipped his trousers, shoving them down along with his boxers until his thick, fully erect length sprang free.

He grabbed his hard meat in one hand, giving it a few rough, desperate pumps that made the veins pop on his forearm.

Y/N's eyes widened in a mix of shock and sheer desire, but before she could even catch her breath, Jungkook reached out with his free hand, hooked his fingers into the delicate lace at her hips, and violently ripped the lingerie right off her body with a harsh snap.

"J-Jungkook-"

"Quiet, baby," he growled.

He grabbed her by the hips, lifted her slightly, and slammed her back gently against the cool surface of the mirror. Without another second of hesitation, he aligned his broad tip with her soaking center and thrust himself all the way inside her in one deep, ruthless push.

"Fuck, Y/N!" Jungkook threw his head back with a guttural groan, his strong arms locking around her waist to keep her pinned.

Y/N gasped loudly, her hands flying to his broad shoulders as he completely filled her, stretching her tight.

"Look at how tight you are for me," he rasped, immediately setting a hard, punishing pace, his hips slapping against her thighs inside the small fitting room. "You take every single inch of your husband so fucking well. Say it, honey... who does this body belong to?"

"Yours... ah! It's all yours, Jungkook!" she cried softly, biting her lip to muffle the loud slaps of their skin colliding.

"That's right, baby," he smirked wickedly, plunging deeper and harder, driving her out of her mind. "Every time you put on something like this, I'm going to take you right on the spot."

Y/N threw her head back, helpless tears of pure pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes as she clung to his shoulders. The small fitting room was filled with the sound of her soft, breathless cries and the echoes of their bodies colliding.

Jungkook didn't slow down for a second. He continued to ram into her with heavy, relentless thrusts, pinning her firmly against the cool glass of the mirror.

"J-Jungkook... ah!... slow down, please..." Y/N sobbed, her voice trembling with every hard plunge of his hips.

Instead of slowing down, Jungkook reached down with one broad hand and brought his palm down with a sharp clack right against her inner thigh.

"Don't tell me to slow down when you're squeezing me this tight, baby," Jungkook growled low, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. "Give it all to me. Milk every drop out of your husband."

He slammed into her again, even deeper this time, hitting her sweet spot with exact precision. He brought his hand down with another firm slap against her thigh, leaving a red mark on her skin.

"Come on, Y/N," he rasped, his eyes burning with intense possessiveness. "Soak my cock with your juices. Show me how good I make you feel."

"I'm... ah!... I'm close, Jungkook!" Y/N cried out, her entire body shaking as the intense waves began to crash over her.

"Then break for me, honey," Jungkook whispered wickedly, thrusting harder and faster into her tight warmth. "Cum for your husband right now."

Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud, breathless gasp, her body tightened completely around him, releasing everything as the intense waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She sobbed his name, her hands clinging weakly to his suit jacket as her inner walls clamped down hard around his shaft.

"That's it, baby... take it all," Jungkook growled, his voice completely raw.

The tight, rhythmic pulses of her climax sent him straight over the edge. With a few final, deep, punishing thrusts, Jungkook slammed himself all the way inside her, his hips pressing flush against her back as he groaned loudly against her shoulder, releasing his hot load deep inside her.

He held her tightly against the mirror for a few long seconds, his chest heaving as their heavy breaths filled the small room. Slowly, he pulled out, letting out a low sigh as he wrapped his arms around her trembling waist to keep her from collapsing.

"You did so good, honey," he whispered softly, kissing the shell of her ear as he carefully cleaned them both up and helped her get dressed.