𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭...

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(This fanfic segment contains mature themes, expl?cit content, offensive sl@ngs, strong language. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please refrain from proceeding further. Before reading this part, it is recommended to read the fanfiction for context.)

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The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Jungkook’s hands were all ov--er her, rough and desperate. His mouth was hot against hers, his ton— gue sl❗ding in with no hesitation, dev🌚 uring her. It would have been a lie if she said she didn't waited for them to be together..in each other's arms...this was the best birthday gift she could ask for...

His grip on her waist was firm, pressing her back against the cool surface of the full-length mirror.

Jungkook: “Fk, I missed you.”

His voice was husky, filled with want, as he tugged at the hem of her dress, yan+ king it over her head in one swift move. 

He groaned at the sight of her in just lace, his fingers tracing the outline of her cu-rves before sque_ezing her a$$, lifting her up.

Y/N: “A_hh...Jungkook—”

Her words melted into a breathy mo@+n as his lips traveled down her neck, sucking and nip--ping at the sen--sitive skin. His hands moved behind her, uncl@—sping her br@ and letting it fall, exp🌚sing her to him completely. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze through the reflection...

Jungkook: “Look at you..so beautiful..”

He lowered his head, lat🌚 ching onto one of her bre@_sts, s*king hard. Y/N gasped, her back arch❗ng as he rolled her nip-ple between his teeth, his one hand kneading the soft flesh of her other br3a

@$t. His free hà- nd slid down, slipping beneath the l@ce of her p@-nt❗es, his fingers teasing the slick-ness between her thighs.

Jungkook: “You’re soaking...already...all for me?”

Her only response was a desperate whimper as he pushed two fingers ins❗-de...Her knees buckled, but he held her up, keeping her pressed against the mirror.

Y/N: “Jungkook—f**k, please…”

He smirked, pulling his fing🌚ers out and bringing them to his lips, s*king them clean while keeping his gaze locked with hers in the mirror.

Jungkook: “You t@ste so g00-d...”

Before she could beg for more, he spun her around, bending her over slightly so her hands were pressed against the mirror. He hooked his f❗ngers into the sides of her pan—🌚 ties, dragging them down her l³gs before kicking off his own cl0-thes, his hard len—🌚gth press❗ng against her bare a$$.

Jungkook: “You want me?”

She nodded desperately, pushing her h❗ps back against him, feeling the he@-t of him.

Y/N: “Please, Jungkook. I need you.”

That was all he needed to hear. In one smooth thr#st, he bur❗ed him-self in#$-ide her, making them both mo@-n at the feeling. He gripped her h!+ps tightly, watching in the mirror as she took every in-🌚ch of him, her lips parted, eyes glazed over in ple@--sure.

Jungkook: “Look at yourself..Look how good you take me...oh i missed us...missed your touch...”

His pace was relentless, d33p, h@- rd, and perfect. The sound of skin slapp❗❗+ng against skin mixed with their bre-athy mo@ns, filling the room with pure s!n. His hands roa--med over her body, grabbing, squ33_zing, marking her as his.

He reached around, fingers finding her swollen cl-❗t, rubbing in tight circles that made her whimper and shake.

Y/N: “Jungkook—oh my god—”

Her body tensed, the heat coiling tighter in her stom-ach, ready to sn@_p. He felt it, knew she was cl🌚se, and leaned down, pressing a messy kiss to her shoulder.

Jungkook: “Cm for me..let me feel you...let me know how much you missed me..”

And just like that, she shattered, m0-aning his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her body clen🌚ched around him, dragging him right to the edge. With a few more d33p thru-$ts, he groaned low in his throat, spill❗ng in$!de her, holding her close as they both trembled..

Their heavy bre@_ths filled the room as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. He pressed lazy kisses to her neck, whispering,

Jungkook: “I love you..Y/n..”

She smiled, tilting her head to capture his lips in a slow, sens🌚ual kiss.

Y/N: “I love you jungkook”

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