The Only One || Jungkook

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Jungkook admired her reflection on the mirror from the back, playing with his lip ring while Y/n kept moving the skirt of the purple dress to change the length. Although the music of the shop was a bit too loud for his liking, he could still hear her groans and huffs before she threw the dress along with the other two she had tried on.

—What's wrong with that one? —he frowned— I really liked it.

Maybe his huge need to leave the shop had a lot of influence on his opinion, but it still was the best dress he had seen on her that morning. , and it was the dress she was the happiest to try on when she first wore it. The fabric molded to her curves, reaching her knees. It was sexy enough for him to show her off proudly, but also hid all the parts of her body he wanted to keep to himself.

—It makes my legs look chubby —she whined—. I'll look ridiculous with that dress at such an important party.

—How can a dress make your legs look in a way they don't? —he got up from the couch, slowly walking to her— It's all in your head.

—Of course you wouldn't understand it —she rolled her eyes, turning so her back would be facing him again.

—What's there to understand?

Her body instantly reacted when the reverse of his finger caressed her skin, moving over her lower back and ghosting her skin so her hairs would raise, asking for more without needing to say a single word.

—You look gorgeous with whatever you wear —he assured her, kissing her neck softly—. You always drive me insane.

His hands kept moving over her body, tracing her curves delicately while he pushed his body to hers, redirecting her to the wide mirror in front of them. She instantly felt heated when she was aware of the way his eyes looked at her over her shoulder through the reflection. He worshiped her body, it was like a sacred place for him and that was why he tried to keep her from sharing it with anyone else since the beginning. He wouldn't allow anyone to ill talk about her, not even herself. At least not while he was there to talk back.

—If I knew no one else would cross a single bad thought through their heads, I'd even encourage you to walk around naked —he whispered, unclasping her bra—. Not a single person would be able to make me as hard as you do with some old bra and panties that don't even match.

—Okay, but...

—I'm speaking now —he cut her off—. You're mine. If you are, that's because all of you is worthy of my pride. All of you, doll.

His teeth closed on the sensitive skin behind her ear when his eyes fell over his mark, which only corroborated his words. His body reacted to the sight, starting to feel the pressure against his dark jeans and letting her know the way he felt just by looking at her. A heavy breath escaped from her lips when she felt the growing bulge against her ass, feeling hot just by imagining the filthy thoughts that were going through his head in that moment, and that hinted her with what could be going down in a matter of seconds.

—Are you trying to imply I should be embarrassed of you? —he caressed her nape with his left hand, while the other one kept moving down her body.

Although she was waiting for it, Y/n still was surprised when his fingers tangled on the elastic of her panties and moved them down, seeing the fabric sliding down her legs by itself, surrounding her ankles.

—Maybe it's my fault —he reflected out loud, squeezing her nape while his fingers moved up her inner thigh—. I was so lost in my business that I didn't pay attention to you, and caused you to have those dumb thoughts, huh?

She ate up her own gasp when his fingers found her core, spreading her wetness until his digits found her clit. Jungkook started moving two of his fingers in slow circles, getting drunk with her reaction alone. Her breath was heavy through her lips, trying to control her own reactions when his teeth trapped her earlobe while making sure they kept eye contact.