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Jungkook moved instantly, shifting closer, his large hands carefully pushing the r*-be down her shoulder. He watched her face for hesitation...but there was none.

She needed him.

And he needed her.

His lips hovered over her soft, swo-llen skin. He could feel her warmth, her quickened breaths, the slight shiver that ran through her body.

“Tell me if it hurts, babe,” he murmured, voice rough.

Then, he l@t—ched onto her, s*c—king gently, carefully.

Y/N gasped. Not in pain...In relief.

The pressure and pain she felt eased almost immediately, and she exhaled, her fingers threading through his dark hair, holding him close.

Jungkook gro—aned at the t@—ste of her, at the way she melted under his touch. He wanted more, wanted to take everything she had to offer...but he forced himself to go slow.

This wasn’t about him...Not yet...she was a new mother and he had to be careful.

***

Minutes passed, and the baby began to fuss again. Y/N quickly adjusted, bringing her back to her ch#—st. Jungkook pulled away, watching as his wife fed their child again with ease.

A strange warmth spread in his chest.

He had never been jealous of his own child. But now, watching them, he felt a different kind of possessiveness.

Not just over her body but over this intimacy....this bond between them. And he wanted all of it.

***

When the baby finally fell asleep, Y/N gently placed her in the crib beside the bed, tucking her in.

She turned around, sighing—only to collide with Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook—”

He caged her in instantly, backing her against the edge of the bed, his arms on either side of her waist. His dark, hungry gaze pinned her in place.

She swallowed hard. “You’re too close.”

“I know.” His voice was deep, hoarse. “I don’t care.”

Her heart pounded.

Jungkook cupped her cheek, tilting her head up to face him. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, his dark eyes flickering down to her swollen br**#sts.

His jaw clenched.

“I’ve been waiting,” he muttered. “Watching. Holding myself back while you keep pushing me away.”

Y/N opened her mouth to protest— but his hands were already on her waist, sliding down, fingers gripping her h!/ps.

“I’ve let you rest,” he whispered. “I’ve been patient.”

His lips ghosted over hers.

“Not anymore.”

Y/N felt weak.

She had been so tired, so drained, constantly taking care of their child, constantly ignoring her own needs.

And now, with Jungkook’s strong hands on her, his warmth surrounding her, she realized something.

She needed him too.

She exhaled shakily. “Be gentle.”

Jungkook froze.

His grip loosened, his expression softening—just slightly.

Then, he kissed her.

Slow. Deep. Reverent.

Not rough, not demanding.

But still desperate.

Still possessive.

As if he was claiming her all over again.

And this time, she let him.

He was patient and gentle as he buried himself in***$de her.

Y/N wasn’t sure when the exhaustion had numbed her.

Maybe it was the long nights spent rocking their baby to sleep, the constant feedings, the endless cycle of giving, giving, giving— until there was nothing left for herself.

Or maybe… maybe it was the way Jungkook had been watching her from the shadows.

Waiting....Wanting.

She had felt it every time his dark eyes lingered on her, every time he reached for her in b*/d and she pulled away, too tired to respond.

And now?

Now, she was pressed against him, surrounded by his warmth, his scent, his everything— and for the first time in months, she realized just how much she had missed it.

Missed him.

Jungkook’s lips brushed against hers, slow and deep, as if he was trying to memorize her all over again.

His fingers traced her waist, traveling lower, lower, pressing into her skin like a man who had been starving for too long.

She shivered.

“Jungkook…” she whispered, fingers clutching his shoulders.

His grip tightened.

“You forgot about me, babe,” he murmured against her lips. “Didn’t you?”

Y/N froze.

His voice wasn’t accusing. It wasn’t angry.

It was just… raw.

Hurt.

She swallowed. “No. I didn’t forget—”

Jungkook pulled back slightly, his dark eyes scanning her face.

Her breath hitched at the intensity there.

“No?” he echoed, fingers sliding up to cup her jaw. “Then tell me, when was the last time you let me hold you like this? When was the last time you kissed me back?”

Y/N opened her mouth—but nothing came out.

Because he was right.

She had been so caught up in being a mother that she had forgotten what it meant to be his wife.

To be his.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. “I… I missed you.”

Jungkook stilled.

Then, something inside him snapped.

His hand slid behind her neck, pulling her into another kiss—ho//tter, nee//dier, deeper. His t#n—gue brushed against hers, coaxing her open, devo±-uring her like he was making up for all the lost time.

Y/N melted.

Because this—this was what she had been missing.

The way he kissed her like he couldn’t breathe without her. The way his hands knew every inch of her bo±dy, how to pull her closer, how to make her shiver, how to make her feel like she belonged to him.

She whimpered, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

Jungkook groaned, his body pressing her do—wn against the b#-d, his weight familiar and warm.

His lips traveled to her jaw, her throat—the place where his mark had once been.

“I want you,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “So f##king bad.”

Y/N gasped, her pulse racing.

She wanted him too.

More than she had realized.

Her hands trailed down his back, familiar territory, her body reacting to his in ways it hadn’t in months.

She had been exhausted.

But this? This was different.

This was coming home.

She exhaled shakily. “Then take me.”

Jungkook’s entire body tensed.

His gaze flickered to hers—searching, making sure she meant it.

And when he saw the way her lips parted, her chest rising and falling beneath him, her l***gs p@rting again just slightly as if inv--iting him in—

He lost the last of his restraint.

She was his again.

And this time, he wouldn’t let her forget it.

Jungkook reclaims her fully but stayed gentle, worshipping her.

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