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The water swayed gently around us as Jungkook’s grip tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against him. My breath hitched, trapped between the warmth of the bath and the heat of his body. His gaze flickered over my face, dark and unreadable, before settling on my lips.
I swallowed hard, fingers gripping his shoulders for balance.
His skin was warm under my touch, smooth yet firm, muscles shifting as he moved.
"You keep running from me," he murmured, his voice deep, almost teasing. "But you never push me away."
My fingers curled against his skin. He was right. No matter how much my heart raced, no matter how nervous I felt, I never truly wanted to pull away.
Jungkook’s hand slid from my waist, fingers trailing along my spine, a slow, deliberate touch that sent a shiver through me.
"You're trembling," he noted, amusement laced in his tone. "Are you afraid?"
I shook my head, barely breathing. "No."
His lips curved, his eyes dark with something unreadable. "Good."
His fingers brushed against my jaw, tilting my chin up. He leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek, lingering there as if giving me a chance to pull away.
I didn't.
And that was all the permission he needed.
His lips met mine, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second.
It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate—it was controlled, deep, making my entire body melt into him. His hand slid into my hair, fingers tangling at the nape of my neck, pulling me impossibly closer.
The kiss grew heavier, his other hand gripping my waist, fingertips pressing into my skin. My mind blurred, lost in the way he tasted—warm, intoxicating, like something I never wanted to stop.
The water rippled around us as he shifted, guiding me back against the smooth edge of the bath. His lips moved from my mouth, tracing down my jawline, leaving a burning trail along my skin. My head tipped back as his lips found the hollow of my throat, his breath hot against my damp skin.
"Jungkook," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
His lips curved against my neck. "Say my name again."
I exhaled shakily, fingers tightening around his shoulders. "Jungkook..."
A deep hum rumbled from his chest, pleased, satisfied. His hands roamed lower, his touch gentle, learning every curve, every reaction. He wanted me to feel everything.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he murmured, lips brushing my collarbone. "For you to stop running... for you to finally be mine."
I looked up at him, my heart hammering. "I've always been yours..."
Something in his eyes darkened—possession, adoration, something deeper than just desire.
And then he kissed me again.
This time, there was no hesitation.
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Soon I was caged between his arms. His breath was hot against my damp skin, his lips grazing along my shoulder before he sank his teeth in, a sharp nip that had my fingers clenching against the slick stone edge.
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he felt me tense, his hands sliding down my stomach, slow and teasing. His fingers brushed over sensitive skin, the spot where I wanted them most..making me squirm against him.
The teasing didn’t last long. His palm came down on my thigh with a firm slap, the sharp sound echoing through the steamy bath. The sting bloomed across my skin, only for his fingers to follow, kneading the spot he just slapped, his touch was both punishing and soothing at once.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice was dark, husky, the amusement only making the heat between my legs grow unbearable.
His other hand slid higher, fingers curling around my waist, gripping firmly as he shifted behind me.
The deliberate press of his body sent a shudder through me, the firm length of his was impossible to ignore. My breath hitched when he pushed me forward, bending me slightly over the stone edge, trapping me completely between him and the cool surface.
The way he held me—possessive, unyielding—made my head spin. His touch was demanding now, every movement sending sharp jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins. He moved with a deliberate rhythm, slow at first, teasing me with every shift of his hips, every brush of his skin against mine.
The sound of water splashing mixed with the soft, rhythmic slaps of skin meeting skin, each one coaxing breathy gasps from my lips. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as he picked up the pace, the heat between us grew.
My body trembled under him, my nails scraping against the stone as he pushed me further into his control. His breath was ragged in my ear, low groans slipping past his lips as he pressed even closer, letting me feel every inch of him.
There was no space between us, no escape from the way he moved, the way he owned me in this moment.
Every roll of his hips sent pleasure crashing over me, my body surrendering completely to his touch, to the delicious torment he was putting me through.
Time blurred, lost in the heat, the friction, the way his hands controlled every movement. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, pushing me further, deeper into the overwhelming sensation of him until I was utterly wrecked in his grasp, left breathless against him.
Jungkook let out a deep, satisfied growl, pressing a final lingering kiss to my shoulder before pulling me back into his arms, wrapping me up in his warmth as if he wasn’t the one who had just ruined me completely. And the best thing was I wasn't that terrifed anymore.View more fanfictions
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