Jungkook: “I need you, Y/n." He rasped against her lips. A tingling sensation coursed through Y/n, sending shivers across her body. "I want you so badly."

His words and warm breath were a mix of trouble and Iust. It felt as though every inch of her skin had come alive, the warmth between her legs pulsing with each beat.

She could sense his need; it was clear in every syllable he spoke. The desperation was evident on his charming face, and the sincerity of his words was unmistakable.

Jungkook: “Do you want this?" He asked, holding back just enough to ensure she desired him as much as he wanted her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Y/n responded in a soft whisper, "Yes."

His groan, at her affirmative response, seemed to shatter the last of his self-

control.

His mouth covered hers in an instant, and she felt his hands caressing her everywhere as his tongue stroked in to mate with hers. Her body buckled violently against his when he started sucking on her tongue.

His voice was a low, intense murmur. "Your lips are so soft. I've been struggling to resist the urge to bite them hard."

Y/n gasped into his mouth as his large hand slipped under her T-shirt, brushing against her bare skin. Waves of desire shot from below her belly button all the way to her toes. She felt overly sensitive to his electrifying touch and the words spilling from his lips.

His rough hand settled on her bare waist, pulling her even closer, causing her T-shirt to ride up over her arms as he pulled it over leaving her in her bra. His free hand cradled her thighs. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, she found herself lifted and gently placed on her back in the middle of the bed.

He stood before her, clad only in his boxers, his perfect physique on display. His body was so striking that seeing him always took her breath away.

Y/n wasn’t self-conscious about her body; she knew she was attractive. But this was different.

This was him-the man she had loved hopelessly, the one she had always considered too perfect in his perfect world.

The way he looked at her now, as though he wanted to push every boundary with her, made her nervous all over again. She had to hold her breath as he leaned over her.

His gaze roved over her face and body, meticulously noting every detail. The intensity of his look left every nerve in her body feeling raw and exposed. She was acutely aware of his desire for her that he had clearly expressed, of the times she’d teased him and now they were finally at this moment with no way to retreat.

He began to touch her with a tender reverence, his slow, admiring movements a stark contrast to the rough kisses he had given her many times.

His fingertips traced her waist before moving to her back to unhook her bra.

Y/n’s cheeks flushed as he pushed the fabric aside, his eyes locked on her chest as he exposed her breasts. His jaw tightened, and she sensed he was restraining his lust striving to be as gentle as possible while admiring her.

The cool air that touched her heated skin made her shiver, and her nipples hardened to stiff peaks. He traced his knuckles over them, eliciting a gasp from her as she arched into his touch, her heart racing against her ribs.

"You're so perfect," he murmured, a deep, pleasurable sound rumbling from his chest. He cupped her breasts in his large hands, completely enveloping them. His calloused palms teased her nipples as he explored the weight and shape of her breasts, all the while handling her with extraordinary

care.

She moaned helplessly, leaning into him and clutching his upper arms. Overwhelmed and dizzy with desire, she felt too sensitive to think clearly.

“Do you want more?" He asked, his gaze fixed on her. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and longing, but she nodded helplessly. The intensity of her craving was beyond what she had anticipated. His touch was addictive, and she found herself yearning for more. She had never desired anything like this before, and she felt a deep, almost desperate need for it.

His long fingers traced down her abdomen, teasing the top of her jeans before deftly unbuttoning them. He pulled down the zipper, and her desire for more contact grew stronger.

He finally hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and panties, pulling them down her legs and letting the cool air brush against her skin, raising goosebumps.

Dropping to his knees on the bed, his eyes were fixed on her sex. The sensations in her chest were overwhelming-anticipation mingled with desperate need and a touch of nervousness.

He leaned in, his hot breath teasing her clit as he slowly spread her legs, his large hands firmly gripping her thighs.

The heat emanating from her core made her feel incredibly needy and tingly.

His voice was a low growl against her skin. "Beautiful." The word reverberated softly, and she felt a surge of need. If she spoke now, she would start begging him.

“Do you want me to kiss you there?"

Her lips parted breathlessly, her head spinning with desire. "Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible.

He pressed a soft, warm kiss just above her clit. She bit her lip hard, her nerves tingling as every fiber of her being was consumed by ecstasy.

“Just a kiss? Or more?" He asked, his voice husky and painfully sexy.

Her voice was breathy as she replied,

"More." She arched into him, desperate to relieve the ache between her legs.

He chuckled, the sound husky and the heat of his breath adding to her arousal. His fingers immediately found their way to her cIit, and she frantically rubbed herself against them, overwhelmed and in urgent need of release.

"I knew you wanted it as much as I did,"

He said.

Her thoughts were hazy with desire.

Yes, she wanted this desperately, but she struggled to articulate it. Though she couldn't express it or say it explicitly to him, she knew he could see in her reactions how much she craved him.

His deft fingers found her clitoris, and she nearly jolted from the intense sensation.

"Oh, God," she whimpered, her eyes locking with his. His hair fell over his forehead, and the intense concentration on his face gave him a wickedly appealing look that only heightened her desire for him.

“There?" he asked, though his skillful touch made it clear he didn't need to.

He expertly worked her clit, stroking and circling it, occasionally sliding two or three fingers into her tight, spasming channel. Her body eagerly clutched at the intrusion, craving something longer, harder, and thicker.

“Yes,” she panted. "There."

He smiled at her with a perfect, open, and guileless grin but continued his sweet torture. "You're so beautiful," he said, an appreciative gleam in his eyes. "I've never told you that before, have I?"

Never, she thought with a wry twist of her lips. But her thoughts were quickly derailed as he twisted his fingers, sending her into a spasm of ecstasy.

“Want more?" he asked.

“Oh God," she gasped. "Yes."

With a satisfied nod, he hooked his palms under her butt and roughly lifted her up over his hard thighs.

"I know I haven't said this before," he said, "but I'm saying it now, just like l've told you everything else. I'm also telling you how beautiful you are."

Y/n was caught between the impact of his admiring words, which she had never heard before, and the sweet torture he was inflicting on her. She wasn't sure how much more she could endure, but he showed her just how much more she was capable of feeling when he lifted her to his mouth. It should have made her self-conscious

that he didn't lower himself to go down on her, but instead planted his palms on her ass cheeks and effortlessly hoisted

her lower body up. With her knees over his shoulders and a barely tilted head, he eagerly feasted on her already overstimulated clit. There was no room for self-consciousness when the man she had loved hopelessly her whole life was giving her such intense pleasure while looking this sexy.

He used his mouth-sucking, nibbling, and employing his tongue, teeth, and nose driving her to the brink of insanity and beyond. By the time he finally lowered her back onto the mattress and knelt between her spread thighs, she had lost count of the orgasms, both major and minor.

He gazed down at her with a smug approval as she lay naked and splayed before him, her limbs feeling like jelly and her mind a hazy fog.

“I haven't even started yet," he said, his voice thick and barely comprehensible.

"And you already look like l've fucked you multiple times."

Y/n began to writhe, her mind a muddle of desire. "Please," she murmured in a desperate plea. She needed him, ached for him, craved to connect with him, and begged for the end of his teasing

game.

He made a deep, rumbling sound of satisfaction and reached down to toss

his boxers aside.

Moving closer, his face was near hers.

"Are you ready then?" he rasped, his face tight with restraint. She could see he was on the edge himself.

She nodded, her back arching. "Yes."

He cursed under his breath, and she felt his hard cock align with her slick entrance. He pushed in slowly, demonstrating the same care for her well-being he had shown throughout.

He was just as big as she had imagined, and despite his careful pace, she felt a slight burn as he penetrated her.

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as she struggled to accommodate him. The way he stretched her body to its limit made her feel almost unbearably full, but she was already addicted to the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled by him. She welcomed the burn, the pain, the edge of discomfort that accompanied the pleasure.

“Hold on to me," he urged. "I've got you."

She moved her arms, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he filled her completely. He groaned with the effort of not thrusting hard, but he stayed still inside her for several long seconds. Her inner walls contracted around him, struggling to adjust to his size.

He captured her lips in a tender kiss, gently prying her mouth open so his tongue could explore hers. She sighed and relaxed beneath him, her inner muscles gradually loosening to let him move within her. He withdrew almost entirely, the head of his cock dragging across her entrance.

Stars burst behind her eyes as pleasure sizzled through her. When he began to enter her again, she moaned and rocked her hips to meet him, craving more of the blissful stimulation.

“Those fucking noises you make are killing me. I'll never be able to live without hearing them for the rest of my life," he said.

"I don't think l've ever made noises like this before," she replied, her voice breathy and stuttering, as though her brain struggled with even the simplest words.

He settled into a slow, steady rhythm, stroking into her with care. But she could sense the tension in his lips where they touched hers, and she knew it was nearly painfully difficult for him to restrain himself.

Although she didn't want him to hold back, she was confident she could handle everything he had to give.

His voice was a heated whisper in her ear. "And you won't ever again unless you're with me. You want that, don't you? To make those noises for me, and only for me, because you're mine. Only mine."

The term "mine" resonated deeply in her foggy mind.

“Yes. All yours," she breathed out boldly, holding nothing back.

His restraint shattered. He snarled into her mouth and drove into her with deep, relentless force. He began to take her without any finesse, and she met all of his wild, hard and rough thrusts. He repeatedly struck the sensitive spot inside her, sending her into a state of euphoria.

She cried out, her core contracting around him as a blinding orgasm overwhelmed her. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same intensity that his cock claimed her body.

Her climax triggered his own, and he snarled with pleasure as his cock jerked inside her.

He grasped her hips and shifted her position, so she was draped over him.

She rested her cheek on his sculpted chest, inhaling his scent as she basked in the afterglow of bliss. He continued to praise her softly, murmuring about how perfect she was and how perfect the night.

The lingering physical pleasure combined with his reverent words enveloped her in a warm, comforting glow. She relaxed into him, and his sweet endearments lulled her into sleep.