When your cold husband doesn't let you c** out of jealousy
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The ride home was silent...Jungkook was still sulking, stealing glances at her like a kicked puppy. He was sorry—so, so sorry—but Y/N? She was enjoying every second of his suffering.
As soon as they stepped inside, he didn’t waste a second.
“You told me to save my energy,” his voice was low, husky, dangerous. He loosened his tie, gaze darkening as he stalked toward her. “So shall we?”
Y/N stretched her arms, letting out a fake yawn. “Nah... I’m tired now.”
Finally, she spoke.
Jungkook’s face fell. Shit. She was really mad.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting at the edge of the bed. He was so damn sorry.
And then—she laughed.
Jungkook’s head snapped up.
Y/N grinned, tilting her head. “I was joking.”
His eyes widened. “You—”
She took a step closer, leaning in with that mischievous little smirk that always made his heart race. “But if you make it up to me… I might forgive you.”
Jungkook nodded so fast it was embarrassing.
“Your wish is my command, wifey.”
****
And oh, he did make it up to her. His hands, his lips, his t*ngue. His coldness was gone, replaced by a man desperate to prove himself to her. He kissed her like he was starving. Touched her like she was his only salvation.
She was on the edge, breathless, so damn close.
And then—he stopped.
She whined. “Jungkook, what the hell?”
His lips curled into a smug smirk.
“No, you’re not finishing.”
Y/N blinked, completely betrayed. “Excuse me?”
He leaned down, voice dripping with pure amusement.
“You think making me jealous was funny?” His fingers traced down her skin, teasing. Torturing. “Do you know how sad I was?”
She gasped. “Wait—”
“Now you’re getting a little punishment.”
Y/N’s eyes widened. “No way. Jungkook, don’t play with me—”
But oh, he was..And tonight? They had way too much fun.
****
Y/N trembled under him, her body burning, her breath uneven. She was so close, teetering on the edge, ready to let go—
And then he stopped...again. His for fingers were still inside. But not moving.
Her eyes snapped open, lips parted in pure betrayal.
“Jungkook—”
His fingers trailed over her skin, teasing. His touch was featherlight, just enough to drive her insane, but not enough to push her over the edge.
“Not yet,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, voice low and dangerous.
Y/N shuddered. “Please—”
He chuckled, a deep, sinful sound.
“You wanted to play, right? So play with me, darling.”
His hands moved, his lips trailed, and the way he took his time had her on the verge of madness. She begged, squirmed, tried to get what she wanted.
But Jungkook? He didn't let her have it.
“Jungkook,” she gasped, her head falling back. “Please.”
He exhaled sharply, his own self-control hanging by a thread. She was ruining him. But he wasn’t done.
His lips ghosted over her jaw. “Say you’re mine.”
She moaned. “I’m yours.”
“Say you won’t tease me again.”
She hesitated, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Jungkook growled. “Y/N.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Okay, okay! I won’t—just, please—”
That was all he needed.
His restraint snapped.
And when he finally let her finish—it was devastating.
A mess of tangled sheets, breathless whispers, and his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
And when it was over, when her body was still shaking from pl3_asure, he held her. Just his arms around her, his lips against her temple.
Then, softly—almost too softly..he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Y/N smiled against his skin. “I know.”
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