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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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Jungkook pulled her closer, his voice trembling as he whispered,
“Shh… please don’t cry… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
His hand gently brushed her hair away from her tear-streaked face.
Y/N’s heart raced, her grip tightening around his coat as if she could hold onto him, keep him close forever.
“I love you… and I want to be with you, Jungkook… no matter what,” she said, her voice filled with so much emotion it nearly broke him.
A tear escaped from Jungkook’s eye as he smiled through it, the weight in his chest easing a little.
“Okay… don’t cry then,” he said softly. “We’ll resolve it. Hmm? Don’t stress yourself... I can’t risk your emotional state, and not mine as well. We’ll figure it out… okay?”
Y/N nodded, a small but genuine smile breaking through the sorrow. “Okay,” she whispered.
Jungkook lifted her chin gently, his touch so tender, and for a moment, everything in the world stopped. He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing hers in a soft kiss. It was brief, but in that moment, it was as if they both found their souls again, piecing themselves back together.
She clung onto him and kissed urgently. His eyes, nose, forehead every inch of his face and then his neck. She kissed him everywhere and he sighed.
“Y/n...relax” ,he whispered.
“I'm relaxed than ever Jungkook” . She said and he smiled pulling her in his seat, on his lap. His hands moved down on her waist and then above inside her sh** .She wiped her remaining tears and kissed him again. She was burning hot as his skin came in contact. There was no going back now. They both knew it.
He un**** her **** and $q*** her๐. She m0@*** and then his hand went there. She was warm and w*t. He used his fingers to pl*** her.
Her hand clutched the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss—messy, hungry, lips crashing with raw desire. Her other hand fumbled with his belt.
“You sure?” he asked, voice hoarse, eyes searching hers even through the haze of lust.
Y/N nodded, eyes dark, lips swollen. “I need you… now.”
That was all he needed.
Jungkook shifted her gently, laying her across the seat, the cramped space only making it more thrilling. He pulled her underwear down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, then lowered himself between her legs, kissing up her inner thigh as if worshipping her.
“Jungkook—please,” she gasped, squirming under him.
He smirked, loving how wrecked she looked already. “Patience, sweetheart.”
Then he finally gave in—his mouth met her heat and she cried out, her back arching, hands flying to grip his hair. He groaned at the taste of her, at how perfectly she responded to his every movement. He took his time, teasing, tasting, devouring her until her moans echoed in the enclosed car.
When her body tensed and trembled beneath him, he didn’t stop—he guided her through every wave, kissing her thighs as she came down, his lips curled in a smug smile.
“You’re mine,” he growled, pulling her back onto his lap. “And now I’m gonna show you exactly what that means.”
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Soon it turned into something else both never expected. His walls were crumbled and he knew it but if she was willing to do everything for him then he was going to try once more. This time making everything right without any misunderstanding and confusion.
When they pulled away, their eyes met—eyes full of understanding, of love that had always been there, buried beneath the hurt. It would take time. It would take effort. But they knew, deep in their hearts, that they would make it.
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