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➡️ Part 3 Masterlist
*Here's my new masterlist for Jungkook🥰💜
-I'll be posting this for my past readers and who love my writing and appreciates them. I'm so sorry for being mia/ hiatus and with slow updates right now because of work and etc.
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BTS (방탄소년단) 'NORMAL' Live Clip
SEVEN // 3D // NORMAL + 💦💦💦 (cont.)
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JUNGKOOK 'NORMAL' official MV (2026)
he’s so hot 😩
"yeah, we call this shit normal."
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I breathe everything out like a thousand times Normal and special, they are just some lines One deep sigh, then it slips away, fades away What I try to keep never want to stay
MIN YOONGI BTS - Normal (Explicit ver.), 2026
Title: Anyone But Her
Part 8
The sun climbed higher, warming the room. You drifted in and out of sleep, your body still humming from the night, from the mirror, from his hands.
Your legs were tangled in the sheets, your pussy still wet and aching, and his cum drying on your thighs.
You felt a movement. A shift in the mattress.
Warm breath against your inner thigh. Then something wet- soft, slow, exploring and being pressed against your folds.
You stirred awake as your eyes fluttering open.
Jungkook was between your legs, his head buried in your cunt, his tongue lapping at you like you were the last meal on earth.
He wasn't even rough. He was just studying you giving slow licks from your entrance to your clit, and tasting every inch.
"Shh," he murmured against your skin.
"Keep sleeping. I'm just... Looking." His fingers joined his tongue, spreading your lips open, exposing your pink, swollen flesh to his gaze.
He spat onto your pussy, a warm glob of his saliva dripped down to your slit, and then he licked it up while moaning.
"You're so pretty here," he said, almost to himself.
"Pink, wet and all mine- hmmm." He pushed your knees up, opening you wider, and leaned in closer, his nose brushing your clit as he breathed you in.
His tongue dipped inside you, curling, tasting the mix of his cum and yours from hours before.
You gasped, your hips twitching.
"Wake up, my baby," he said, his voice low and warm. "I want you to feel this."
He ate you out slowly, like he was memorizing every fold and every reaction from you. He sucked your clit gently, then harder, then circled it with the tip of his tongue.
His fingers slid inside you, two at first, then three, stretching you, and opening you up.
He spat again, watching his saliva drip down into your cunt, then pressed his fingers deeper, pushing it in.
"There, there," he whispered. "You're so perfect." You came softly, a gentle wave that rolled through your body as your pussy clenching around his fingers.
He licked you through it, cleaning every drop, then pulled away, leaving you trembling and breathless.
"Good morning baby," he said, kissing your thigh.
-
He made you breakfast. You watched from the bed, wrapped in a sheet, your thighs sticky, your body sore in the best way possible. He moved around your small kitchenette- eggs, toast, coffee while his body still stark naked, his cock soft, his muscles flexing as he cracked eggs and stirred it.
After he brought you a plate, sat beside you, and fed you pieces of toast dipped in yolk.
You ate in comfortable silence, your legs draped over his lap while his hand resting on your thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns.
"Thank you babe," you said. He smiled, that boyish grin that had first infuriated you.
"For what baby?"
"For everything." He leaned in, kissed you sweetly, tasting you of coffee and eggs from your lips.
Right after breakfast, he cleared the dishes and followed him to the sink, still naked as your body humming with want feeling hot
all over again for him. You don't know that you are experience such feelings for him that you loved him oh so dearly.
While he stood at the counter his back on to you, scrubbing a pan.
You suddenly pressed against him from behind, your breasts flattening against his back, your hand sliding around his waist. He turned his head, smirking his dimple visible.
"Can't get enough of me huh?"
"Never." He dried his hands, turned around, and pulled you against him.
His hands found your breasts, cupping them, squeezing, and his thumbs circling your nipples until they were already hard peaks.
"You're so sensitive," he said, watching your face.
"Look at your nipples. They're begging for my mouth." He bent down, took one in his mouth, sucked hard, then bit gently.
You moaned, your knees buckling. He held you up, his hands gripping your ass, pulling you tight against his cock, which was already hardening.
"Turn around," he said. "Hands on the counter."
You obeyed, bending over, your palms flat on the edge of the sink. He spread your legs, pushed your feet apart, and knelt behind you.
His tongue found your pussy from behind, lapping at your folds, dipping into your entrance.
He ate you out like this from the back as if he hadn't had his breakfast at all, his nose pressing against your ass, and his tongue fucking you deeply.
"That's it," he murmured between licks.
"Let me taste you again." He stood up, his cock pressing against your wet entrance. He didn't slide in slowly. He just pushed, hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.
You cried out, gripping the counter.
"Fuck, you're so tight after everything we did, we're so active," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips.
"Still so tight even after all last night." He fucked you so hard and fast. His balls slapping against your clit, his fingers digging into your flesh.
The kitchen filled with the sound of your and his skin on skin, your moans his moans and grunts.
He leaned forward now his chest against your back, his lips at your ear.
"Look at us. In your kitchen. Fucking like animals."
You looked down your bodies joined, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, it is slick and shiny, your cum dripping down your thighs.
He came with and moan so hard, his cum flooding in your cunt.
He stayed buried still grinding and milking every drop.
He pulled out and his cum automatically dripping out from you onto the floor.
He didn't wipe it though as he turned you around, lifted you onto the counter, spread your legs, and knelt again.
"One more baby," he said. "I always want to taste us together."
He buried his face in your pussy, licking his own cum out of you, moaning as he swallowed.
His tongue worked on you until you came again, your back arching, your hands fisting in his hair.
Both of you never stopped and he laid you down on the kitchen floor.
The tiles were cool against your hot skin. He hovered over you, his cock hard again, and slid into you while his eyes locked on yours.
"I'm never going to get enough of you Y/N," he said with full of love in his eyes thrusting in you in a long languid strokes.
"Every time I think I'm done claiming you, I need you even more baby."
Then he fucked you on the floor again then on the table for an hour or so then back on the bed again.
The morning bled into afternoon. The sun crossed the sky.
You lost count of how many times you came, how many times he filled you.
By the time you both finally collapsed, exhausted, sticky, satisfied, he held you against his chest, his hand resting on your pussy, his fingers lazily playing with your folds.
"Stay," he whispered. "Stay with me. Today. Tomorrow. Always." You nodded, too tired to speak while your body aching with the proof of his love.
And he kissed your forehead, your nose, your lips, and promised to never let you go.
-
The next afternoon, you found yourselves walking through the sprawling mall downtown, your hand clasped in Jungkook's. He'd insisted on taking you shopping.
"I want to buy you something pretty," he'd said, kissing your neck as you tried to get dressed.
You wore a loose shirt and shorts, your body still sore from the morning's marathon.
Every step reminded you of him of the ache between your legs and the tenderness of your nipples against your bra, the faint bruise on your hip where he'd gripped you too hard.
He led you past store after store, finally stopping in front of a boutique with flowing dresses and delicate fabrics in the window.
"This one," he said, pulling you inside.
The shop was quiet, nearly empty. A saleswoman smiled politely, then left you to browse.
Jungkook's fingers trailed along racks of blouses, skirts, and lingerie. He picked out a few pieces- a short floral dress, a lace bralette, and a pair of high-waisted shorts that barely covered anything.
"Try these on babe," he said, his voice low, his eyes dark. He pushed open the door of a spacious fitting room, large enough for you two, and gestured for you to enter.
You stepped inside, and he followed, closing the curtain behind him.
"Jungkook-"
"Shh." He pressed a finger to your lips. "You're boyfriend just helping you change."
He unbuttoned your shorts, sliding them down your thighs. His fingers ghosted over your pussy through your panties, and feeling the dampness already gathering there.
"You're wet already for me huh?" he murmured.
"I haven't even touched you properly." He pulled off your shirt and bra, leaving you in just your panties. His hands cupped your breasts, squeezing, his thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened under his touch.
"Beautiful," he said.
"Turn around."
You obeyed, facing the mirror. He stood behind you, his chest against your back, his cock pressing against your ass through his jeans. He reached around, slipping his hand into your panties, his fingers finding your wet slit.
"Look at yourself," he whispered in your ear.
"Look how wet you are for me."
In the mirror, you saw his hand moving between your legs, his fingers sliding through your folds, gathering your slickness. He pulled his hand out, brought his fingers to your mouth, and pushed them inside.
"Taste yourself."
You sucked, tasting your own arousal, salty and sweet. He watched you in the mirror, his eyes hungry.
Then he pushed you forward, bending you over the small bench in the dressing room. Your hands braced against the wall, your ass in the air, while your panties still on.
He pulled them down, exposing your pussy, pink and glistening. He knelt behind you, spreading your cheeks with his thumbs.
"You're so fucking pretty from here," he said. "I could eat you for hours like I always do."
And he did. His tongue pressed flat against your cunt, licking from your entrance to your clit. He spat onto your pussy, letting the saliva drip down your slit, then licked it up.
"Fuck, you always taste so good," he growled against your skin.
He pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, his nose pressing against your clit. His fingers joined, sliding into your wetness, two at first, then three, stretching you, and curling against that spot that made your knees buckle.
"Yes, oh, Jungkook-"
He sucked your clit hard, his fingers fucking you deep, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you steady. He spat again, watching his saliva mix with your juices, then pushed it deeper with his fingers.
"Come for me," he commanded. "Come on my tongue."
You did, your orgasm crashing through you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, your moans muffled by your arm. He licked you through it, cleaning every drop, then stood, pulling you upright.
He turned you around, sat you on the bench, and knelt in front of you. His hands found your breasts, squeezing them, lifting them to his mouth.
He took one nipple in his lips, sucking hard, his tongue flicking, his teeth grazing.
Then he switched to the other, his fingers pinching the first, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
You gasped, your head falling back, your hands tangling in his hair.
"Your tits are so perfect," he said between sucks.
"So sensitive. So responsive."
He licked a path down your stomach, then pushed your legs apart, burying his face in your pussy again.
He ate you out with his mouth and his fingers simultaneously. His tongue circling your clit, his fingers pumping inside you, his other hand squeezing your breast.
You came again, your body trembling, and your juices coating his chin. He looked up at you, his lips wet, and his eyes dark.
"One more," he said. "Then I'm going to fuck you."
He pushed you onto your hands and knees on the bench, your ass in the air, your pussy dripping. He knelt behind you, his cock hard and ready, and lined himself up.
He pushed in slowly while watching his shaft disappear into your wet heat.
The mirror in front of you showed everything-your spread legs, his cock buried in your cunt, your flushed face.
"Look at us," he said, beginning to thrust. "Fucking in a dressing room and anyone could walk in."
The thought made you clench around him, and he groaned.
"You like that, don't you? You like the risk now. Now I'm thinking.. It's great that I consider anyone but her." Jungkook meant your bestfriend. Anyone is definitely you. And he loves you so bad that he lost his negative side of him.
He fucked you so hard and fast thinking about falling for you every single day. His balls slapping against your clit and moaning.
He leaned forward, his chest on your back, his mouth at your ear, whispering filthy things- how tight you were, how good you felt, and how he was going to fill you up everyday.
He came in you with a low groan, his cum flooding your cunt, hot and thick. He stayed buried, grinding, then slowly pulled out, his seed dripping down your thighs.
He grabbed a tissue from your bag, cleaned you up gently, then helped you into the dress he'd picked out.
It was short, floral, and hugged your curves.
"We're definitely buying this for you," he said, zipping it up. "But I'm taking it off you the second we get home."
He paid for the dress, and a few other things, his hand on your lower back the whole time checking out at the counter. As you left the store, he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.
"And next time," he whispered, "We're trying on lingerie and fuck, no. Make love."
He winked at you cutely with his cute beautiful round, doe eyes.
Part 9
Title: Anyone But Her
Part 7
You stepped out of the bathroom first, your cheeks flushed, your jeans still damp between your thighs from his cum trickling down.
Jungkook followed a minute later, his hand finding yours, his thumb stroking your knuckles.
"We're leaving," he said, not a question.
He didn't bother saying goodbye to anyone. He pulled you through the crowd, past the billiard table, past the cheering teammates, out the front door into the cool night air.
The campus was quiet. Streetlights cast soft pools of orange light on the sidewalk. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, his lips finding your temple.
"I meant every word," he said. "I'm going to fuck you until you see stars."
You laughed, breathless. "You already did that."
"That was just the appetizer." Your dorm building loomed ahead. He walked you to the entrance, held the door, followed you up the stairs.
Your key trembled in your fingers. He took it from you, unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Your room was dark, lit only by the glow of your laptop charger and the moon through the window. He closed the door behind him, locked it, and pressed you against the wood before the lights even came on.
His mouth found yours that felt like devouring you. His hands slid under your jersey, pushing it up, exposing your stomach, your ribs, and your bra.
"I want you naked," he said against your lips.
"Now baby~"
You helped him peel the jersey off. He unclipped your bra with practiced ease, and letting it fall.
Your jeans followed as it pooled at your ankles, and you stepped out of them while kicking them aside.
He stepped back just to look at you. The moon painted your skin.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. He shed his own clothes in seconds. His body was golden in the dim light his every muscle defined, his cock already hard and curving up against his stomach.
He stepped forward, lifted you effortlessly, and your legs wrapped around his waist.
Your back hit the wall beside the door. His hips pressed you against it, as his cock nudging your entrance.
"Ready for me baby?" he asked. You nodded while biting your lip.
He pushed in, in one smooth deep thrust inside you.
You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.
He filled you completely, your body stretching to accommodate him.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned. He started fucking you standing, his thighs working, his arms cradling your ass and bouncing you on his cock.
The wall was cold against your back. His body was hot against your front.
"Look at me," he said. You met his doe eyes, serious, dark and focused.
"I want to watch your face when I cum inside you." He drove deeper, faster, as the sound of skin slapping filling the whole quiet room.
Your moans were muffled against his shoulder, your legs tightening around him.
"I'm gonna-" you started.
"Come for me now Y/N- baby." You shattered, your body arching, your pussy clenching around him. He followed, burying his face in your neck, groaning as he pumped his cum deep inside you.
He stayed there, inside you, while catching his breath. Then he carried you to the bed, laying you down gently, his cock sliding out with a wet sound.
He grabbed a pillow, tucked it under your hips, and spread your legs wide.
"Legs up," he said. "We are not done yet."
He positioned himself between your thighs, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. Your ankles crossed behind his neck. You were completely open to him, your pussy glistening with his release.
He leaned forward, dragging his cock through your folds, mixing his cum with your wetness.
"I love watching myself slide into you," he said.
He pushed in slowly and out. The angle was more deeper, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.
He watched himself disappear into you, his jaw tight.
"You take me so well baby," he whispered. "This pussy was made for me." He fucked you with deep, grinding thrusts, as your legs held high, your body pinned beneath him.
Every stroke dragged against your walls while building pressure and building heat.
"I want to see you cum with my cock buried deep in you." He reached down, his thumb pressing your clit and circling fast.
Your hips bucked, trying to escape him, and trying to chase then held you in place.
"Please-"
"Please what?"
"Please let me cum." He grinned. "Cum. I'll catch every drop."
You came with a cry, your back arching, your pussy gripping him like a fist.
He groaned, jaw tight while keep pumping through your orgasm, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you again, hot and thick cum seep in.
He lowered your legs gently, kissing your knee, your thigh, and your hip.
He rolled onto his side while pulling you with him and spooning your body against his chest.
His cock slid between your thighs from behind, finding your entrance easily. He pushed in, filling you again as your bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces.
"This is my favorite," he murmured into your hair.
"Waking up like this. Holding you and being inside you." He moved slowly, lazily, his hips rocking against your ass. His hand found your breast, cupping, and thumbing your nipple.
His other hand slipped between your legs, and his fingers playing with your clit.
"I can feel my cum leaking out of you," he said.
"But I'm going to pump more in."
He increased the pace, his thrusts became deeper and harder, the bed already creaking beneath you.
You pressed back against him, matching his rhythm, your hand covering his on your breast.
"I love you," he breathed.
"I love you so fucking much."
He bit your shoulder gently, his hips slapping against your ass.
You came again, your body trembling, your moans muffled in the pillow.
He followed, burying himself deep, his cum flooding inside you, and mixing with the earlier loads.
He stayed inside you, softening, his arms wrapped around you, and his lips pressed to the back of your neck.
"Give me a minute," he said. "Then I want to taste you."
He pulled out, rolled onto his back, and tugged you on top of him.
You straddled his face, your knees on either side of his head. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you down onto his mouth.
At the same time, you lowered yourself, taking his cock in your mouth.
He groaned against your pussy, his tongue plunging inside you, tasting his own cum mixed with yours.
You moaned around his shaft, your tongue swirling around his head.
"Fuck, yes," he said, his voice muffled.
"Taste yourself on me." You licked and sucked, as your hips grinding against his face.
His tongue worked your clit, flicking, pressing, while his fingers spread your folds wider.
"You taste so good," he said between licks.
"I could eat you all night."
You hollowed your cheeks, taking him in deeper. His hips thrust up, fucking your throat. His hands held your ass, and guiding you onto his mouth.
You came on his tongue, your body shuddering, as your mouth still wrapped around him.
He groaned, drinking your release, then pushed his cock deeper into your throat as he came, and his cum flooding your mouth.
You swallowed, taking his every drop, then lifted your head, his cum still on your lips.
Then he pulled you up, kissing you, and tasting himself on your tongue.
"One more," he said. "On your back. I want to watch the sun rise over your body while I fill you."
He positioned you on your back, your legs spread, your body wrecked and marked with his cum. He knelt between your thighs, his cock still hard despite everything.
"You're so beautiful like this," he said, his voice soft.
"So open. So mine."
He pushed in while his eyes locked on yours.
The first hint of grey light crept through the window, painting the room in pale blue.
He fucked you slowly savoring every moment. His hips rolled against yours, deeply and fully, his hand cupping your cheek.
"I'm going to marry you one day," he said.
"And I'm going to fuck you every night for the rest of my life."
Tears pricked your eyes.
He kissed you as his hips kept moving building towards the final peak.
"Come with me," he whispered.
"One last time." You came together, your bodies arching, your sounds mingling, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with his seed one final time.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight a comfort while his breath warm on your neck.
The sun rose, golden lights flooding the room and he was still inside you.
-
The morning light grew stronger, casting long golden rectangles across your floor.
Jungkook pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from your swollen folds onto the sheets.
He didn't wipe it away. Instead, he stood, took your hand, and pulled you to your feet.
"Come here," he said, his voice husky with sleep and satisfaction.
He led you to the full-length mirror on your closet door.
The glass was slightly smudged, but it reflected everything clearly your naked bodies, flushed and marked, his chest pressed against your back, and his arms wrapping around your waist.
"Look at us," he whispered against your ear.
You met your own eyes in the mirror.
Your lips were swollen from kissing. Your nipples were hard, peaked from the cool air and his touch.
Between your thighs, his cum was beginning to dry, coating your inner thighs in a shiny, translucent sheen.
He was still hard, his cock pressing against the small of your back.
"I want to watch you fall apart," he said.
"I want to see every expression you make while I make you come."
He guided you forward until your toes touched the base of the mirror. Then he stepped behind you, his chest against your back, his arms circling you.
His hands found your hips, then slid down to your thighs, pushing them apart.
"Spread your legs," he said.
"Wider."
You obeyed, your feet sliding apart, your knees slightly bent. Your pussy was exposed in the mirror, glistening with his cum and your own wetness, pink and swollen from hours of fucking.
"God, look at that," he murmured. "Look at how wet you are. How full you are of me."
His right hand moved down, fingers dipping between your folds.
He collected his cum on his fingertips, then spread it over your clit, circling slowly.
"Watch baby," he said.
You watched in the mirror as his fingers worked your pussy. He slid two fingers inside you, shallow at first, then he goes deeper, curling them up to stroke your inner walls.
Your hips twitched, trying to chase his hand.
"That's it," he breathed.
"Ride my fingers." He pumped them slowly and his thumb pressing your clit in firm circles.
Your breath hitched as your eyes stayed locked on the mirror, watching his hand disappear between your thighs, and watching your body respond.
He brought his other hand up, fingers finding your mouth.
"Suck them clean." You parted your lips, taking his fingers, tasting yourself and him on his skin.
You sucked them clean and your tongue swirling around each digit.
He groaned against your ear.
"Fuck, that's hot."
He pulled his fingers from your mouth and brought them back down to your pussy.
He spread your lips wide, showing you everything in the mirror- your entrance, pink and slick, his fingers sliding in and out.
"You see how tight you are?" he said.
"How perfectly you grip me?" You whimpered, your knees wobbling. He held you steady, his arm around your waist, his fingers never stopping.
"Come on my fingers," he said.
"I want to see your face when you do." He increased the pace, his fingers thrusting faster, his thumb circling your clit in tight and fast motions.
The sound of his fingers sliding through your wetness filled the room.
Then your thighs trembled. Your breath came in short gasps. Your reflection showed you everything- your parted lips, your flushed cheeks, and your eyes half-closed with pleasure.
"That's it," he whispered.
"Let go for me." You came with a choked cry, your body jerking, and your pussy clenching around his fingers.
He kept pumping, drawing it out, watching your face in the mirror as you fell apart.
When you finally stilled, he pulled his fingers out, slick with your cum. He brought them to his lips, sucking them clean this time, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.
"You taste amazing," he said. "I think I needed
more."
He lowered himself, sitting on the floor behind you, pulling you down onto his lap.
You sat between his legs, your back against his chest, your legs spread wide in front of the mirror.
His hands found your thighs, spreading them further, opening you completely to the glass.
"Watch again," he said. He brought his fingers to your pussy, sliding them through your folds, gathering your wetness.
He circled your clit slowly, teasingly, while his other hand reached up to play with your nipples.
"You're so sensitive hmm," he said, feeling your body quiver.
"I can make you come just like this, can't I?" You nodded, unable to speak.
He fingered you slowly, his fingers sliding in and out, his thumb pressing your clit in rhythm.
He brought his fingers to his mouth after every few strokes, tasting you while groaning.
"I can't get enough of your taste," he said. "Sweet and salty, all mine." He pushed two fingers deep inside you, curling them, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.
Your hips rocked against his hand being desperate and needy.
"Cum again," he said. "Right now baby, now."
Your second orgasm crashed over you, harder than the first.
Your body arched against his chest, your head falling back on his shoulder, your moans loud and unrestrained.
He kept fingering you through it, not stopping until you were limp and trembling.
He lifted his fingers, covered in your cum, and held them in front of your face in the mirror.
"Open," he said.
You opened your mouth again, he pushed his fingers inside, and you tasted yourself again in musky, sweet, intoxicating taste mix with his cum and mostly yours.
You sucked them clean as he instructed and your eyes locked with his in the reflection.
"Always my goo girl," he said, pulling his fingers out with a pop.
He pressed his lips to your shoulder, your neck, and your ear. His cock was hard against your lower back, but he didn't move to enter you.
He wanted to watch you come on his fingers again.
"One more," he said. "I want you to squirt on my hand."
You shook your head.
"I don't-I've never-"
"I know," he said.
"But I've read your body all night. I know what you need."
He slid his fingers back into your pussy, three this time, stretching you.
His other hand pressed flat against your lower belly, pushing down, creating pressure.
"Let go," he said. "Don't hold back. Just trust me." He fingered you fast, hard, his thumb grinding your clit, his fingers curling and pressing.
Your hips bucked wildly, and your moans turning into cries.
"I'm- I'm going to- "
"Let it out," he said.
"I'll catch it."
Your body convulsed, your pussy gripping his fingers, and then you felt it- a gush of liquid, hot and clear, spraying onto his hand, onto the floor, and splattering the base of the mirror.
He groaned, his fingers still moving, milking every drop.
"Fuck, yes. Look at that. Look at what you did."
You saw it in the mirror- your cum dripping down his fingers, pooling on the floor between your spread legs.
He brought his hand to his mouth, licking every drop, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "You're so fucking beautiful."
You slumped against his chest, spent, trembling, your legs still spread, your pussy still aching and wet.
He held you there, in front of the mirror, his arms wrapped around you, and his lips pressed to your hair.
"Sun's up," he said softly. "And I'm still not done with you."
But for now, he just held you, letting you catch your breath, and letting the morning light warm your skin.
You watched your reflection with his arms around you, your bodies tangled, and your pussy dripping with his cum and yours.
You looked like you belonged to him.
Because you always did.
Part 8
♪ Kerosene, dopamine, chemical-induced Fantasy and fame, yeah, the things we choose ♪
taehyung and jungkook doing “blood, sweat and tears” choreo
A party of people but then they are alone with each other and themselves.... That's Normal for them. 😌
Bonus.
BTS "NORMAL" x "RUN" x "SPRING DAY"
cr. video editor
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