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**Jungkook’s POV**

The late afternoon sun painted the city in hues of gold and amber as Jungkook drove the sleek black Mercedes through the winding roads, his heart thrumming with anticipation. One hand gripped the steering wheel with a smooth, practiced ease, while the other rested possessively on Y/N’s thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles against the soft fabric of her dress. Her warmth under his touch grounded him, a reminder of everything he’d fought for, everything he’d become for her. She sat beside him, her head tilted toward the window, her eyes catching the fleeting scenery, a soft smile playing on her lips. She had no idea about the surprise he’d meticulously planned, and the thought of her reaction sent a thrill through him, a mix of love and something darker, hungrier.

“Kookie, where are we going? Tell me, please,” Y/N said, turning to him with an exaggerated pout, her voice teasing but laced with that childlike excitement he adored. Her eyes sparkled, wide and curious, and he couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

“Patience, angel,” he said, his voice low, a playful edge to it as he glanced at her, his lips curving into a smirk. “You’ll see soon enough. Trust me, it’s worth the wait.”

Y/N huffed, crossing her arms dramatically, but her smile betrayed her. She loved surprises, and he knew it—knew how her heart raced at the unknown, how she trusted him to lead her into moments that took her breath away. He tightened his grip on her thigh, just enough to make her glance at him, her cheeks flushing slightly under his gaze.

As they rounded a bend, a sprawling mansion came into view, its modern architecture a masterpiece of glass and steel, its sleek lines softened by lush gardens and cascading ivy. The structure was everything Y/N had ever dreamed of—modern yet timeless, aesthetic in every detail, from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the minimalist elegance of its design. Jungkook felt a surge of pride as her eyes widened, her lips parting in awe.

“Kookie, whose mansion is this?” she asked, her voice breathless, her hands pressing against the car window as she took in the sight. “It’s beautiful.”

Jungkook’s smile widened, a secret glinting in his eyes. “You’ll know soon, baby,” he said, his voice soft but laced with a promise that made her glance at him, curiosity and excitement dancing in her gaze.

He pulled the car to a stop at the grand gates, the guards bowing respectfully as they opened them. Jungkook stepped out, rounding the car to open Y/N’s door, offering his hand with a flourish that made her giggle. She took it, her fingers intertwining with his, and he pulled her close, his arm sliding around her waist as they walked toward the entrance. Y/N’s eyes darted everywhere, taking in the manicured lawns, the sleek fountains, the way the mansion seemed to glow in the fading sunlight. Her curiosity was childlike, her awe palpable, and Jungkook’s heart swelled at the sight of her joy.

They stepped into the grand hallway, the marble floors gleaming under soft chandelier light, the walls adorned with minimalist art that screamed sophistication. Y/N gasped, her steps slowing as she spun in a slow circle, her dress flaring slightly, her eyes wide with wonder. “Jungkook, this place is incredible,” she whispered, her voice echoing in the vast space.

Jungkook took two steps back, his hands slipping into his pockets as he watched her, his heart pounding with anticipation. He pulled out a set of keys, the metal glinting in the light, and held them out to her. “Our new mansion, angel,” he said, his voice low, rich with emotion. “You wanted this for a long time, right?”

Y/N turned, her eyes locking onto the keys, then flicking up to his face, shock and disbelief written across her features. “What?” she breathed, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes. “Kookie… you mean…?”

“It’s ours,” he said, stepping closer, his voice softening as he held her gaze. “I built this for you, for us. This is our home.”

Y/N’s eyes shimmered with tears, a soft hiccup escaping her as she launched herself at him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Jungkook caught her, his arms enveloping her, holding her close as her small sobs vibrated against his chest. “Jungkook,” she choked out, her voice muffled against his shirt, “I can’t believe you did this.”

He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that streaked her cheeks. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with concern, his eyes searching hers. “Why are you crying? Don’t you like it? Tell me, princess.”

Y/N shook her head, a watery smile breaking through. “I love it, Jungkook,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I really do. I can’t believe this is our new mansion. It’s… it’s perfect.”

Jungkook’s smile was radiant, his heart soaring as he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “It’s our home, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing her skin. “I made this mansion, but you’ll make it a home. Our home.”

Y/N nodded, her tears falling freely now, but her smile was bright, her eyes shining with love. Jungkook’s gaze darkened, a familiar heat stirring in his chest as he captured her lips in a kiss, passionate and consuming, pouring every ounce of his love, his desire, into it. Y/N melted into him, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer as their tongues danced, the kiss deepening into something urgent, electric.

Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook bent slightly, scooping her up with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the staircase. Her giggles mixed with soft moans as his lips never left hers, his hands gripping her thighs, the heat of her body pressed against him igniting a fire in his veins. The lights in the mansion flickered on automatically as they ascended, casting a warm glow over the polished wood and sleek decor.

He pushed open the door to the master bedroom, the space a vision of modern elegance—dark wood floors, soft gray walls, a massive bed draped in silk linens, and the photo frame above the headboard capturing their love in a frozen moment of laughter. The lights dimmed automatically, bathing the room in a soft, intimate glow. Jungkook gently set Y/N down on the edge of the bed, breaking the kiss to look at her, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with love and a primal hunger.

Y/N’s breath was ragged, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from their kiss. She looked up at him, her eyes a mix of adoration and desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Jungkook hovered over her, his hands braced on either side of her, his gaze drinking her in like she was his salvation. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, dripping with want. “My angel, my everything.”

Y/N reached for him, her hands sliding up his chest, but Jungkook’s smirk was wicked, a dark glint in his eyes as he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Not so fast, baby,” he teased, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She squirmed playfully, trying to pull free, but he held her firm, his grip gentle but unyielding. “Kookie,” she whined, her voice a sultry pout, her eyes wide with a mix of defiance and need. “I want to touch you. Please.”

Jungkook’s smirk deepened, his lips brushing hers in a teasing graze, his teeth nipping at her lower lip, drawing a soft moan from her. “You will, baby,” he purred, his voice dark and silky, “but first, I’m going to play with my princess.” He released her wrists, only to lean over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer with a deliberate slowness that made Y/N’s breath hitch. He pulled out a pair of pink velvet handcuffs, the soft material glinting in the low light, and her eyes widened, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

“Kookie…” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation, her body already responding to the promise in his gaze.

He leaned down, his lips hovering over hers, his breath hot against her skin. “Trust me, angel,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous caress. He gently took her wrists, securing them with the handcuffs, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. Y/N tugged lightly, testing the restraints, her eyes locked on his, a mix of vulnerability and desire that made his heart race.

Jungkook stood, stepping back to admire her—spread out on the bed, her dress riding up her thighs, her hands bound above her head, her chest heaving with shallow breaths. She was his, completely at his mercy, and the sight sent a surge of possessive heat through him. “Look at you,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl, as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over her. “So perfect, so mine.”

Y/N’s lips parted, a soft whimper escaping as he leaned down, his lips brushing her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Jungkook,” she moaned, her voice a desperate plea as she arched into him, her body trembling under his touch. He kissed his way down her throat, his lips hot and hungry, sucking lightly at the base of her neck, leaving faint marks that claimed her as his.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” he teased, his voice dark and playful as he grabbed her ankle, pulling her back down the bed when she tried to squirm away. His hands were firm, his touch electrifying, as he pinned her beneath him, his body pressing against hers, the heat between them almost unbearable. “You’re not escaping me tonight.”

Y/N’s moan was louder now, her body writhing under him, her bound hands tugging against the cuffs. “Kookie, please,” she gasped, her voice thick with need, her eyes dark with desire. “I need you.”

Jungkook’s smirk was pure sin, his eyes glinting with a dark promise as he leaned down, his lips brushing hers, teasing but not giving in. “Oh, you’ll have me, angel,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress higher, exposing more of her skin. “But I’m going to take my time with you. Every inch of you.”

His lips claimed hers again, the kiss deep and consuming, a clash of tongues and teeth that left them both breathless. His hands roamed her body, possessive and reverent, tracing every curve, every line, as if he were worshipping her and claiming her all at once. Y/N arched into him, her moans muffled against his lips, her body trembling with the intensity of their connection.

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Jungkook’s lips lingered on Y/N’s neck, his breath hot against her skin as he pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. The air between them crackled with tension, a heady mix of desire and unspoken promises. Y/N’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her cuffed hands tugging lightly against the soft pink velvet of the handcuffs, the sensation of being entirely at his mercy sending a thrill through her body. The silk sheets beneath her felt cool against her heated skin, a stark contrast to the fire igniting within her under Jungkook’s gaze.

He hovered over her, his knees bracketing her hips, his presence overwhelming yet intoxicating. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her sides, grazing the curve of her waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “You’re so perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl that sent shivers racing down her spine. “All mine, angel.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her lips parting as she whispered, “Jungkook… please…” Her voice was a soft plea, laced with need, her eyes pleading for more even as her body arched slightly toward him.

A wicked smile curved his lips, his gaze darkening with a possessive edge. “Patience, princess,” he teased, his fingers finding the hem of her dress. “I told you, I’m taking my time with you tonight.”

With agonizing slowness, Jungkook began to slide the fabric of her dress upward, his knuckles brushing against her thighs, her hips, her ribs. Each touch was deliberate, calculated to drive her wild, and Y/N’s breath grew ragged as the cool air of the room kissed her newly exposed skin. He paused at her chest, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, a silent question in his gaze. She nodded, her cheeks flushed, giving him the permission he sought.

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice dripping with approval as he lifted the dress over her head, careful not to tangle it in her cuffed hands. He tossed the fabric aside, letting it pool on the floor like a forgotten shadow. Y/N lay before him now in nothing but her lingerie—a delicate set of black lace that hugged her curves, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination yet amplifying her allure.

Jungkook’s eyes raked over her, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight. “Fuck, angel,” he breathed, his voice rough with want. “You’re a goddamn vision.” His fingers ghosted over the lace at her hip, teasing but not quite touching, making her squirm beneath him. “Look at you, all wrapped up for me like a present.”

Y/N’s cheeks burned, her body tingling under his intense scrutiny. “Kookie…” she whined softly, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “Don’t tease me like this.”

He chuckled darkly, leaning down to press a slow, searing kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear. “Oh, baby, teasing you is half the fun,” he whispered, his lips grazing her skin as he spoke. “Watching you squirm, hearing those little sounds you make… it drives me insane.”

Her breath caught as his lips trailed lower, brushing along the edge of her bra, his teeth grazing the lace just enough to make her gasp. But then, with a sudden shift, Jungkook pulled back, rising to his knees. Y/N’s eyes widened, her lips parting in protest, but the words died in her throat as she watched him.

Jungkook stood at the edge of the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. The dim light from the city skyline filtered through the windows, casting soft shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity in his gaze. With a smirk that promised trouble, he reached for the top button of his shirt, his fingers working with maddening slowness.

“You want a show, princess?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, a dangerous edge to it that made her heart race. “Then watch me.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as he undid the first button, revealing a sliver of tanned skin. His movements were unhurried, almost torturous, as he worked his way down, each button revealing more of his toned chest, the defined lines of his muscles catching the light. Her eyes followed every motion, her body aching to reach out, to touch him, but the handcuffs held her in place, amplifying her frustration and desire.

“Jungkook,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading. “You’re killing me.”

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent heat pooling in her core. “Good,” he said, his tone dripping with dark satisfaction. “I want you ,desperate for me, angel. Just like I’m desperate for you.”

The shirt fell open, revealing the full expanse of his sculpted torso, and Y/N’s mouth went dry. He shrugged the fabric off his shoulders, letting it slide to the floor, his movements graceful yet predatory. His hands moved to his belt next, the clink of the buckle loud in the quiet room as he unfastened it with the same deliberate slowness. The sound alone made Y/N’s thighs clench, her body reacting instinctively to the promise of what was to come.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked to hers, catching the way she bit her lip, the way her chest heaved with every shallow breath. “You like what you see, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice a low growl as he slid the belt from its loops, the leather whispering against the fabric of his pants. He held the belt in his hands for a moment, his gaze darkening as he considered it, and Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, wondering what he might do next.

But instead of using it, he tossed it aside, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants. “You’re too impatient, baby,” he said, his tone mocking but laced with affection. “But I suppose I can’t blame you. Not when you’re looking at me like that.”

He pushed the pants down, stepping out of them with a fluid grace that made Y/N’s pulse race. Now, he stood before her in nothing but his black boxer briefs, the fabric clinging to his powerful thighs, accentuating every line of his body. The sight of him—broad shoulders, defined abs, and that dark, hungry look in his eyes—made her feel like she was burning from the inside out.

Jungkook climbed back onto the bed, his movements slow and predatory as he crawled toward her, his eyes locked on hers like a hunter closing in on his prey. “You’re mine tonight, angel,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive as he hovered over her once more, his hands bracing on either side of her head. “Every inch of you. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing kiss, just enough to make her whimper for more. “Tell me,” he whispered against her mouth, his breath hot and teasing. “Who do you belong to, princess?”

“You,” Y/N gasped, her voice trembling with need, her body arching toward him despite the restraints. “Only you, Jungkook.”

Remember this always Baby , You’re mine, Y/N,” he murmured against her skin, his voice a low growl as his lips trailed down her chest, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. “Every part of you. Always.”

“Yours,” she gasped, her voice breaking

as she surrendered to him, her body responding to his every touch, every kiss. “Always, Kookie.”

To be continued