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Warnings: minors do not engage/minors do not interact/heavy smut/explicit ahead 🔞 No minors allowed/ Read if you're comfortable/NSFW/AU/18+above
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PART 2 MASTERLIST
PART 1 MASTERLIST
15. Between Shifts - (Mature Romance/ Age Gap / Workplace (Medical Au) / Angst to Comfort / Happy Ending / Smut 18+ / Slice of Life / Drama)
-Jungkook x Reader Y/N
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 Final
16. Ashes of Our Vows - (Historical Romance/ Drama / Angst / Slow-Burn Redemption / Arrange Marriage Au / Smut R18+)
-Jungkook x Reader Y/N
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 Final, Part 9 Epilogue, Bonus 1, Bonus 2
17. Pumpkin Moon - (Romance / Fantasy / Halloween AU / Soulmate Bond /Warm Happy Ending / Smut 18+ / One Shot)
(A Jungkook × Y/N Halloween Special🎃👻)
-Jungkook x Reader Y/N
Parts: Part 1
18. When the Engine Stalls - (Mature Romance / Angst / Healing/ Slice of life / Drama/ SmutR18+ / Jungkook Biker / Jungkook motorcycle racer/ Chilhood bestfriends to lovers au)
-Jungkook x Reader Y/N
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Final, Bonus 1, Bonus 2, Bonus 3, Bonus 4, Bonus 5
19. Echoes of Us - (Office romance / Drama / Angst / Healing /Redemption / Smut R18+ / CEO Jungkook au /Divorced au)
-Jungkook x Reader Y/N
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 Final, Part 7 Epilogue, Bonus 1, Bonus 2
20. Starbound Lovers -
21. Shadow Bloom
22. In The Space She Left Behind
23. Naughty List
24. In the Palace Walls
25. Heir of the Black Crown
26. Under the Bruises
27. Claimed by the Hybrid
28. Between us & you
29. Ink and Promises
30. Under the Pharaoh's Command
31. Written Out of Time
32. The Chosen
33. His Best Friend's Sister
34. Coffee, Cookies, & the Boy Next Door
35. What We Couldn't Buy
36. LOVE & DEADLINES - Yoongi x Reader fic
37. Under Your Skin
38. The Perfect Doll - New
39. The Fence Between Us - New
Extras/Friends Requests:
- Velvet Hours
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A beautiful girl with a full head of dark hair and has her father's eyes. She came into the world screaming and when Jungkook held her for the first time, he cried-real hard in ugly but happy tears.
"She's perfect, like you- my Y/N," he said, his voice breaking.
"Of course she is. She has your stubbornness already, don't you think?"
He laughed, kissed your forehead, and placed the tiny bundle in your arms. You looked down at your daughter and at her tiny fingers wrapped around yours. You suddenly felt a love so overwhelming it stole your breath.
"What should we name her?" you asked.
He thought for a moment and then smiled softly. "Dawn. Because she's the start of our something new."
"Perfect. Dawn, we will name her our baby Dawn.
-
Later on when the house was quiet and the baby was asleep, you sat on the porch with Jungkook while watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink. His arm was around you, your head on his shoulder and the gate visible in the distance (the fence between you and him before).
"You know," he said, "I thought I had everything I needed before you came. A house, a farm, a life. A boring one,"
"And now?"
He kissed the top of your head. "Now I have everything I want."
You smiled while your hand resting on your belly-already beginning to swell again though he didn't know just yet but you'd tell him tomorrow.
Because some things in life, were always worth waiting for.
It was a small ceremony in the field between your houses, right in front of the gate. Wildflowers in mason jars decorated and a white arch draped with tulle. Your mother is already crying before you even walked down the aisle.
You just wore a simple white dress that flowed over your growing belly. Jungkook wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up while his tattoos visible and his hair were slightly pushed back. He looked like he'd stepped out of a dream.
Your dream guy.
He watched you walk towards him, his eyes already wet from tears and his hands were shaking. When you finally reached him, he took your hands and pressed them to his lips.
"Hi baby," he whispered.
"Hi."
The officiant spoke words about love and commitment and the joining of two souls. But you didn't hear any of it. You only saw him- his doe eyes, his bunny smile, and the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
When it was time for vows, he went first.
"I wasn't looking for you, at all," he said, his voice rough. "I was just living my life, fixing fences and feeding chickens, and thinking that was enough. Then you showed up with your burnt pie and your city girl attitude but you're kind and you changed everything I thought I knew and life itself, that I can be more- a man for you."
You laughed, tears streaming down your face.
"You made me want to be better too. You made me want to build things not just fences and barns, but a life, a family and a future. That this day, I promise to love you every day, to protect you and our baby, and to be the man you deserve."
He slipped the ring onto your finger and now it is your turn.
"I came here to escape," you said. "I was running from my life, from my failures, from everything I thought I couldn't handle back in the city. To live a simple life. Then you showed up and you didn't judge me. You just... Helped. You showed me that I'm stronger than I think and you showed me that love doesn't have to be complicated."
You slid his ring on while your hands were trembling.
"I promise to be your partner. Your equal and the person who brings you coffee in the morning and make love to you in the barn at night. I promise to love you forever."
The officiant pronounced you husband and wife. Jungkook the kissed you, deeply and passionately while his hands cupping your face and the small crowd erupted in cheers.
Later on your father shook his hand while your mother hugged him and cried. His friends clapped him on the back.
And that night in the barn loft where it all began, he made love to his wife for the first time- slowly, tenderly, and worshipful.
"I love you, Mrs. Jeon," he said while buried deep inside you.
"I love you too, Mr. Jeon."
After making love in the barn, you fell asleep in his arms as your body sore and satisfied.
And your ring catching the moonlight as your future stretching out before you like the endless countryside.
Three days later, he woke you before dawn while shaking you gently. You groaned because you're still tired and still fighting your morning sickness.
"Get dressed, Y/N- baby," he said. "I want you in a nice dress and the one I like."
"Jungkook, it's six in the morning-"
"Just trust me Y/N."
You put on the sundress- the white one with little flowers, the one that made his eyes dark every time you wore it. He led you outside where the sun was just starting to paint the sky pink and gold.
He'd set something up in the field between your houses. A blanket, a picnic basket and the gate he'd built- the one between your properties was decorated with wildflowers woven through the slats.
"What is this- Kook?" you asked, your voice catching your breath.
He took your hand and led you to the blanket. He didn't make you sit. Instead, he dropped to one knee.
Your hand flew to your mouth.
"I know we haven't known each other long, my baby I-" he said, his voice rough and his hands are shaking. "I know we didn't plan this. But I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring- a simple gold band with a small diamond, catching the early light.
"I was gonna wait. I was gonna do this right, take you on a real date, court you proper like my mama would want. But then you gave me that pregnancy test and I realized I don't want to wait another second."
He took a breath and his eyes locked on yours.
"I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to feel our baby kick inside you. I want to build a life with you in this house, on this land, with that stupid gate between us that I'm gonna keep opening for the rest of my life."
"Jungkook-"
"Marry me," he said as the words tumbling out. "Marry me. Let me be your husband. Let me be this baby's father. Let me spend every day making you happy."
You were crying. You didn't even realize it until the tears dripped off your chin.
"Yes," you said. "Yes, yes, yes-"
He slid the ring onto your finger and it fit perfectly. Then he stood up, lifted you off your feet and spun you in a circle while you laughed and cried and kissed his face.
He set you down and pressed his forehead to yours.
"I love you," he said. "I've loved you since you dropped that pie and cursed like a sailor."
"I love you too. Even though your chickens are still loud."
He laughed, kissed you again and then looked down at your belly with something like wonder.
"We're gonna be a family," he said softly.
"Yeah. We are."
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The drive to your parents' house was three hours of pure anxiety. You'd told them over the phone- "I'm pregnant and I'm engaged, his name is Jungkook-" and your mother had screamed with joy while your father had been conspicuously silent.
"He hates me already," Jungkook said, gripping the steering wheel.
"He doesn't hate you. He's just... Protective over me, that's all."
"I'm a tattooed cowboy who knocked up his daughter after knowing her for only three months. He has every right to hate me now."
"You're also the man who rebuilt my barn, taught me how to chop wood, and makes me breakfast every morning. He'll love you just like I do."
Jungkook didn't look convinced.
Your parents lived in a cozy suburban house with a manicured lawn and a white picket fence- the complete opposite of your rustic countryside life. Your mother met you at the door with tears and hugs, pulling you inside while your father stood in the hallway while arms crossed.
He was a tall man, broad-shouldered with a stern face that softened only slightly when he saw you.
"Daddy."
"Hey, sweetheart."
He hugged you tight then released you and looked at Jungkook.
Jungkook stepped forward, extending his hand. "Sir. It's an honor to meet you."
Your father took his hand, shook it firmly- almost too firmly and held eye contact with him. "Jungkook."
"I know this isn't how you probably wanted this to happen," Jungkook said, not backing down from the stare. "I know I'm not what you imagined for your daughter. But I love her. I love our baby. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life taking care of them both."
The silence stretched.
Then your father's face broke into a small, reluctant smile.
"You rebuilt her barn, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"By yourself?"
"Yes, sir."
Your father nodded slowly. "That's a good sign. A man who can build things with his hands can build a life."
He clapped Jungkook on the shoulder, hard enough to make him stumble. "Come on. Dinner's almost ready. We'll talk after."
At dinner, your mother couldn't stop fussing over you and she keeps piling food on your plate while asking about your morning sickness and demanding to see the nursery plans that you and Jungkook will do. Your father and Jungkook talked about the farm, about construction, about the fence and the gate.
"She told me about the gate," your father said, a knowing look in his eye. "Between your properties."
"Yes, sir."
"That's a good metaphor. Marriage is like that gate. Opens both ways. Connects two separate things into one."
Jungkook nodded seriously. "Yes, sir. That's exactly what I want."
Then later as you were getting ready to leave, your father pulled Jungkook aside. You watched from the doorway as they talked in low voices.
"Take care of her," your father said. "Or I'll find you."
"Yes, sir." Jungkook replied with confidence.
"And take care of yourself too. You're gonna be a father now. That means you gotta be around for a long time."
Jungkook's voice cracked slightly. "I will, sir. I promise."
Your father hugged him- a real hug with care to a so , not just a handshake. When they pulled apart both of them looked a little misty-eyed.
On the drive home, Jungkook reached over and took your hand while his thumb tracing the ring on your finger.
"That went well, better than I expected," he said.
"He liked you. I knew he would."
"I think your mom wanted to adopt me."
"She probably does. She's been wanting grandchildren for years alreadt."
Jungkook smiled, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles. "That's good then. We'll give her plenty."
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The night before the wedding, you lay in bed together, naked and tangled, your belly just starting to show a small, soft curve. He traced it with his fingertips, reverent.
"Tomorrow you will become my wife," he said.
"Tomorrow you will become my husband." you said.
"I can't wait."
He leaned down and kissed your belly, then lower. He spread your thighs as his tongue finding your clit instantly, lapping at you with tender precision. You moaned while threading your fingers through his hair.
"One last time as my fiancé," he murmured against your wet flesh. "Tomorrow, I'll fuck my wife."
He ate you slowly, drawing out every sensation, building you up and bringing you down until you were a trembling mess. Then he climbed up, positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip to slit a bit and the slid in with one smooth and deep stroke.
"I love you," he said while fucking you slowly and deeply as you feel him inside you, his forehead pressed to yours.
"I love you too."
"I'm gonna give you everything. This farm. The life you want and more babies if you want them. Everything."
"Yes. Yes to all of it."
Then he came inside you, warm and full, and you came around him while gripping him tightly and holding him close with full of love and affection.
Afterward, he stayed inside you not wanting to pull out just yet and he started to kiss your neck, your shoulder, and the swell of your breast.
"Mrs. Jeon," he whispered, testing it out.
You smiled, your eyes already closing. "I like the sound of that."
Later that week you found him at the fence between your properties, hammer in hand and a pile of fresh lumber at his feet.
"What are you doing?" You asked.
"Building that gate that I promised to you."
You watched him work while muscles flexing as he sawed and hammered and measured every corner here and there. He worked shirtless while his sweat glistening on his back and you had to remind yourself not to distract him.
When he was done, he stood back and admired his work. It was a simple wooden gate painted white to match the fence with a latch that opened from both sides.
"Try it baby," he said.
You unlatched the gate, pushed it open and stepped through to his side. Then you turned, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him through to yours.
"See?" he said, smiling. "No more climbing."
"I liked climbing though."
"You liked me watching you climb."
"True," you giggled.
Then he kissed you there, in the middle of your yard while the gate swinging gently behind him and it was the last time you'd ever feel separated and alone from him.
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It started innocently enough. You brought him lunch in the fields and he pulled you down into the tall grass. By the time you came up for air, your skirt was hiked around your waist and he was already inside you, fucking you with the frantic urgency of a man who couldn't wait for another second.
After that, you couldn't stop.
Morning coffee? He'd corner you against the counter lift you onto it and bury his face between your thighs before the pot finished brewing. Laundry? You'd end up naked in the pile of clean sheets, his cock buried deep while the washer hummed its cycle. Gardening? He'd find you bent over the tomato plants, drop his jeans right there and take you from behind as dirt smeared on your knees and his hands gripping your hips.
Every day. Sometimes twice. Three times if the mood struck you two. Both of you can't get your hands off of eacher other.
You fucked in the barn loft at dawn and the hay scratching your back while he whispered filthy promises on your lips. You two fucked against the fence he'd built while the wood is creaking with each and every thrust and his hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your screams. You also fucked on the porch swing, in the shower, on the kitchen floor when you couldn't make it to the bedroom.
"You're insatiable," you gasped one afternoon, bent over the arm of the couch while he drove into you from behind.
"You make me this way Y/N," he growled, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back. "Can't get enough of this pussy. Your pussy and hmm I dream about it. Waking up hard and aching for it."
He slapped your ass hard, the sound cracking through the room and you moaned into the cushion seeing stars.
"Every day," he said while thrusting deeper. "I'm going to fuck you every single day until you're so full of my cum that it's dripping out of you constantly."
And he was true to his word.
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One evening, he came home with a bottle of honey.
"What's that for?" you asked.
He didn't answer. He just set it on the nightstand, pushed you onto the bed and slowly and deliberately, dripped the golden syrup onto your nipples, onto your belly, and the slick folds between your thighs.
"I'm going to taste every inch of you," he said, his voice low and breathless. "Like you're the finest meal I'll ever have."
He started at your neck, licking the sweetness from your skin working his way all the way down. When he reached your breasts, he spent a long time there- sucking the honey off your nipples, circling them with his tongue, biting them gently until you arched off the mattress.
"I love these tits," he murmured against your skin. "Love how they bounce when I fuck you. Love how they taste on my tongue."
He moved lower, trailing his tongue through the honey on your stomach, dipping into your navel, making you squirm. When he finally reached your thighs, he spread them wide and stared at your glistening cunt seeing the honey mixed with your own wetness.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "So fucking beautiful."
He dove in, tongue flat and broad, lapping up the sweetness and your taste together as he ate you slowly, savoring, groaning against your flesh like he was feasting. When you came, he didn't stop- he kept licking, kept sucking, and drawing out every last tremor until you were trembling and oversensitive.
"The best thing I've ever tasted," he said, coming up with honey on his chin. "And I'm never getting enough of you."
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A few weeks passed. The fucking continued, relentless and glorious. You were sore in the best way possible walking with a slight ache between your thighs that reminded you constantly of him.
Your Jeon Jungkook.
But something was different.
You noticed it first in the mornings. The smell of coffee-which you usually loved- suddenly made your stomach turn. Feeling nauseous, you pushed the mug away as your face went pale.
"You okay, baby? Y/N?" Jungkook asked, concern flickering in his eyes.
"Just... A bit tired. Probably."
But the nausea persisted and then your period didn't come as you noticed for over three months already.
Then you decided to bought the test in secret- pregnancy test- hiding it in your bag like a teenager. You took it in the bathroom while he was out fixing the tractor while staring at the little window as the lines appeared.
Two lines. Positive.
Your hands shook then you sat on the edge of the tub as the test clutched in your fingers and tried to process what this meant.
You were thirty-three. He was twenty-eight. And you'd known each other for months. This wasn't planned. This wasn't supposed to happen.
But as you sat there, a strange warmth spread through your chest. You thought of his hands on your belly, his mouth on your skin, the way he looked at you like you were the only woman in the world.
You thought of a tiny heartbeat. A life made from all those nights in the barn.
Then he suddenly came in the back door while calling your name. You stood up and you walked out. You found him in the kitchen as he pull off his work boots.
"Jungkook."
He looked up at your expression and froze. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?"
You held out the test.
He stared at it. Then the color drained from his face, then rushed back to you as he took it from your hand while turning it over like he didn't understand what he was seeing.
"Is this-"
"Yes."
"Are you-"
"Yes."
He was quiet for a long moment. Then he set the test down carefully on the counter, crossed the room in two steps and pulled you into his arms so tight you couldn't breathe.
"Fuck," he whispered into your hair. "Fuck, baby."
"Good fuck or bad fuck?"
He pulled back and cupped your face in his hands-kissed you so deeply that your toes almost curled. When he broke away his doe eyes were wet- .
The loft had become your sanctuary. Fresh hay scattered across the wooden planks, a worn quilt you'd stolen from your bed, and the lingering scent of sawdust and sex. You were waiting for him when he climbed up, his boots heavy on the ladder rungs, his silhouette blocking out the last rays of dusk filtering through the barn's gaps.
"You look like you've been thinking," he said, crawling toward you on hands and knees.
"I have been."
"About what?"
You reached for his belt, pulling him down on top of you. "About the way you fuck me, Koo. How every time feels different."
He kissed you hard then pulled back with that slow, wicked grin. "Then let me show you something new."
He flipped you onto your back, hiking your legs up. But instead of wrapping them around his waist, he grabbed your right calf- lifted it high, hooked it over his shoulder and held your ankle tight against his chest. Your other leg he pushed back, knee nearly touching your shoulder, leaving you completely open and helpless beneath him.
"Hold this," he said, guiding your hand to your own calf.
You gripped your leg, watching as he positioned himself at your entrance. The angle was different- deeper somehow, more exposed to him. He rubbed the head of his cock through your slick folds to gather your wetness then he pushed in slowly.
"Fuck," you both said at once.
He filled you completely with the new angle pressing against a spot that made your toes curl instantly. He paused, letting you adjust and letting you feel every inch of him stretching you open.
"You feel that?" he asked, voice strained. "Feel how deep I am Y/N, baby?"
"Yes-oh yes-"
He started to move. He held your calf with one hand, using the other to brace himself on the hay beside your head. His thrusts were deep, measured, and each one driving his balls against your skin with a wet, heavy slap. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The sound echoed in the loft, mixed with your moans and his grunts.
"Look at your toes, Y/N," he said.
You looked down the length of your body. Your toes were curled tight, gripping to nothing, a sign of how overwhelmed your body was. He saw it and groaned too.
"That's it. That's the look I want. You, completely fucked out by me."
He increased his pace, slamming into you, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. The sound was obscene- wet and rhythmic and filthy. He leaned forward, still holding your calf and spat directly onto where your bodies joined.
"Fuck- your cunt takes it so well," he growled, watching his cock disappear into you. "Look at that. Taking every inch."
You couldn't form words but you could only grip your own leg, arch your back, and let him use you the way he wanted to. The pressure built low in your belly, coiling tighter with each snap of his hips.
"Cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock now."
Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and consuming. Your back bowed off the hay, your toes curling so hard they cramped, and you screamed his name as you pulsed around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep, spilling hot cum inside you with a guttural moan.
He stayed there, buried to the hilt, breathing hard. Then he slowly lowered your leg, massaging the calf he'd been gripping.
"You okay?" he asked.
"More than okay, babe, thank you."
-
After a few minutes of catching your breath, he sat up and pulled you with him. He lay back on the quilt, his cock still wet and half-hard, and patted his chest.
"Come here."
You straddled him but he shook his head.
"Other way. Face me."
You turned around, confused, until he guided you up and up until your knees were on either side of his head. You looked down and saw his face between your thighs, his tongue already darting out to lick his lips.
"Ride my face this time around," he said. "Sit on it. Use my mouth."
"Are you sure?"
"Fuck yes. I want to taste you while you take what you need."
You lowered yourself hesitantly but his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you down. His tongue plunged into you immediately, hot and wet, lapping at the cum leaking from your sore pussy. You gasped, bracing yourself on the wall above him.
"Fuck- Jungkook- "
He didn't answer. He just buried his face deeper, tongue fucking you, nose pressing against your clit. You started to move- tentative grinds at first, then bolder, riding his face like he'd ridden you. He groaned against you and the vibration sending sparks through your core.
He pulled back just long enough to say, "Spit on it."
"What?"
"Spit on your pussy. I want to taste that too."
You leaned forward gathering your saliva and let it drip down onto your own folds. He caught it with his tongue, spread it with his lips, then dove back in with renewed fervor.
"I could fucking die like this," he said between licks, his voice muffled against your wet flesh. "Smothered by your cunt. This is the best way to go."
You laughed breathlessly but it turned into a moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. You rode his face harder, grinding down while chasing your peak.
"Close- Koo-, so close—"
He grabbed your ass, squeezing hard, and pulled you tighter against his mouth. He ate you like a man starved, tongue plunging in and out, lips sucking, and teeth grazing gently. You came with a scream while your thighs clamping around his head as he drank everything you gave him.
He didn't stop until you pushed off, oversensitive. When you finally crawled off his face, his jaw and chin were glistening and he was grinning like a fool.
"You taste like us," he said.
"That's uhmm not disgusting?"
"It's just perfect baby."
-
You woke in the loft, tangled in the quilt, your naked bodies pressed together for warmth. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the barn wall, painting stripes of gold across his skin.
He was already awake, watching you.
"How long have you been staring?"
"Long enough to memorize how you look in the morning." He traced a finger down your nose, your lips, and your chin. "Your hair's a mess."
"It's your fault."
"But it's worth it."
He kissed you softly. He gave you a morning kiss that tasted sweet and felt like a promise. Then he sat up, stretching. His back muscles flexing in the light.
"You want breakfast?"
"You know how to cook too?"
"I can make eggs and toast. And I can bring it out here so we don't have to move too much."
"You're already spoiling me."
"I'm trying to." He pulled on his jeans, buttoning them halfway. "Stay. I'll be right back."
You watched him climb down the ladder, his bare back disappearing into the barn below. You lay back, smiling, feeling the soreness between your thighs- a pleasant ache that reminded you of every filthy thing you'd both done.
He returned twenty minutes later with a tray of scrambled eggs, toast, and orange juice. Then you both ate naked in the loft, sharing bites, and laughing when crumbs got in the hay.
"We should do this every morning," you said.
"We should move the bed out here."
"Don't tempt me."
He set the tray aside and pulled you into his lap, your back against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, and you felt his morning hardness press against your lower back.
"You want to go again?" you asked.
"Give me ten minutes to digest first."
You laughed but he was already nuzzling your neck, his hands roaming your breasts, his fingers already finding your nipples and rolling them gently.
