It was the night before your wedding, and sleep had you in a chokehold—until something warm and wet traced a slow, sinful path up your neck. A low moan slipped from your lips before your brain even had time to clock what was happening.

*You blinked your eyes open, only to be met with a familiar pair of dark, mischievous eyes. Jungkook. Shirtless. Hair messy. Smirk dangerous.

“Well, look who’s finally awake,” he purred, voice husky and full of sin. “You’re really gonna walk down the aisle tomorrow, pretending this,” he whispered as his hand slid under the sheets, “never happened?”

You gasped as his fingers trailed fire along your thigh, creeping higher with maddening slowness. He pressed his lips against your ear, biting down just enough to make you shiver.

“You say ‘I do’ tomorrow,” he growled softly, “but tonight? You’re mine. Every. Damn. Inch.”

You tried to respond, maybe say something snarky, but your words melted into a moan as his mouth found your collarbone and his fingers found... well, you know where they found. Chaos. Absolute chaos.

And you? You weren’t stopping him.