Billionaire's s/vt

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Jungkook’s Dream:

Her scent was everywhere...warm...soft...and addicting.

His fingers traced the curve of her waist, skin so smooth it almost didn’t feel real. Her body melted into his like it belonged there. Like she was made just for him.

He looked down at her— her cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling as she lay beneath him. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her hair spread like silk across the pillow.

“Jungkook…”

She mo🌚ned, voice barely a whisper but laced with something that made his chest tighten.

It wasn’t just l🌚st—it was longing...Need...Trust.

His hands moved up her sides, thumbs brushing over her ribs as he leaned in to kiss her throat..tasting her pulse.

She trembled beneath him.

“Look at me”

He whispered against her skin...and she did...And that one look nearly killed him.

Her eyes shining with vulnerability...Submission, yes— but not from fear. It was something else...She wanted him...Craved him.

He cupped her face, thumb brushing her lower lip as she let out a soft whimper, arching her back to press against him. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He gro🌚ned— deep...as he finally sl❗d into her, and she gasped, nails digging into his skin.

“Mine”

He growled against her lips, moving slowly, swallowing in every sound she made.

She nodded through heavy breaths, eyes fluttering shut.

“I’m yours, Jungkook… only yours…”

That broke him...He kissed her— hard. Desperate. As if trying to bury every ounce of guilt, every damn scar, inside her 🐱. As if he could rewrite everything with the way their b0-dies m🌚ved together.

She clung to him like he was her salvation, and he held her like she was his last breath.

But the closer he came to losing himself in her...the more the edges of the dream began to blur...Her voice grew distant...and the warmth faded.

“No—”

Hee muttered, reaching for her again...but she was gone.

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