❃ 𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ❃
❛Ours isn't a fairytale love, baby.❜
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New Year's or no New Year's, the infamous Jungkook had somehow found his way onto everybody's lips again. He always did.
But this time, it wasn't because of...
It's hard to fall in love again when you're still attached to your past. Learn to let go.
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Sunlight gleamed, teasing her skin as she resisted waking, the sweet melody of birdsong filling the lazy winter morning. The night before had been incredible. A lingering ache pulsed through her body as she lay still on the king-sized bed. The same bed whose creaking wood had echoed their passion, carrying their sins through the room. Their fates were intertwined, sealed by the intimacy they shared, both marked by the moment of their mutual surrender.
A shy smile played on her lips.
She burrowed deeper into the blanket, clutching it to her bare torso. The sun was about to wash over her, but the warmth of the duvet held her in place, tempting her to stay. Yet, what she craved more was the comfort of her partner's embrace—his strong, tattooed chest pressed against her back, fulfilling her desire for quiet domesticity.
"I love how you smell like me," she remembered him saying, his voice husky and raw from the night's intensity. She had teased him about his obsession with the scent of her hair, but the memory of him burying his nose into the crook of her neck sent a spark of longing through her body. Her heart thudded, stirred by the thought of him. Unbeknownst to her, he had smiled at the evidence of her reaction. "You belong to me," he'd whispered, breathless.
Though nine hours had passed, the memory felt vivid, still driving her to the edge of reason. Flashes of how he had moved between her legs for the second time that night flooded her thoughts—slow, deliberate, yet overwhelming. He had robbed her of breath and replaced it with a bliss that shattered through her. She wanted that again.
Consciously, her fingers trailed down her stomach, pausing at her most intimate place. Her touch was slow, teasing, until her clit swelled under the attention. If he were to catch her like this at dawn, she'd place the blame entirely on him. His insatiable hunger had ignited a fire in her, and now he would have to face the consequences. Sweet and simple.
She traced delicate figure eights, her breath hitching as her fingers drifted lower, teasing her lips before finally dipping an index finger inside.
A year ago, the thought of touching herself so freely would have embarrassed her, but now, she didn't care. She wanted nothing more than to ruin the already wrinkled sheets beneath her.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she focused, finding that sweet spot he had so effortlessly discovered on his first glide. How did he perfect it so quickly? she wondered.
Her tightness engulfed her finger, and she remembered why he'd murmured "So incredibly tight" as his cock pressed into her. But just as the missionary position hadn't been enough for him, one finger wasn't enough for her. She added another, filling the space inside her. Her hips moved in sync, grinding against her palm, her modesty long forgotten.
If Hedone could witness the filthy fantasies unraveling in her mind, she would have flushed with embarrassment.
"You're mine to devour, Aera. Only mine," his voice growled in her ear, possessive and dark.
