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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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Jungkook's tongue is a masterstroke of pleasure, invading my mouth with a slow and deliberate dominance that leaves me breathless.
His taste is intoxicating.
I taste the lingering remnants of myself on his mouth, it is a heady and arousing sensation that only adds to the intoxicating experience.
Jungkook's gaze meets mine, dark with a mixture of love and lust.
My arms instinctively wrap around him, my fingers tracing the sculpted muscles on his back.
He looks at me with reverence, as if I am a gift he can't believe he has been given.
His cock is pressed firmly against me, reminding me of the promise of what's to come.
My lips part for a gasp as he rubs himself against my sensitive clit, grinding slowly.
"Keep your eyes on mine."
His voice is a velvet command, soft yet unyielding.
The moment he pushes inside me, my breath catches.
The stretch is unfamiliar, a sharp sting that flares for only a second before his lips finds mine again, his kiss swallowing any sound of discomfort.
His fingers thread through my hair, cradling me, treating me like I am something fragile. But I am not.
I want this.
I want him.
The discomfort fades as quickly as it came, replaced by the overwhelming sense of him—of us—and how right this feels.
Each inch seals the claim he has on me and my breath hitches as he fills me completely.
Jungkook stills, allowing me to adjust to the stretch.
I become hyper-aware of every nerve ending, every sensation.
His hands soothing over my skin, his lips trailing reverent kisses down my throat as he starts to move.
The first slow thrust steals the air from my lungs.
The second ignites something I cannot name.
The third destroys me.
He pulls back, sliding almost all the way out before pushing back into me again.
A deep moan spills from my lips, my body arching into him, seeking more, needing everything he has to give.
His scent surrounds me—spicy, warm, unmistakably Jungkook—and I bury my face into his neck, clinging to him as if I might shatter from the sheer intensity of it all.
His movements are torturously slow, every stroke measured, every roll of his hips deliberate, drawing me deeper into the heat, the hunger between us.
His fingers slide down my body, skimming over my breasts, tracing the curve of my waist before settling on my hip.
