𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦/𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫*$𝐭— 𝐟𝟑𝟑𝐝!𝐧𝐠

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(This fanfic segment contains mature themes, expl?cit content, offensive sl@ngs, strong language. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please refrain from proceeding further. Before reading this part, it is recommended to read the fanfiction for context.)

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She let out a sigh, her eyes on the crib before shifting back to her husband.

Jungkook’s gaze hadn’t moved from her ch#st.

There was something in his eyes tonight.

Not just hunger...It was deeper— messier.

He had nearly lost everything.

She walked toward him slowly, her nightgown still undone from f##ding...

The moonlight coming through the curtain lit her skin in soft gray.

Jungkook leaned back against the headboard, watching her every step like a predator...

She crawled onto the bed..His hands stayed at his sides, fists tight, breathing uneven.

"Touch me," she whispered.

He looked up at her, pupils blown. “You sure?”

She nodded.

That’s all it took.

His hands came up to her waist, sliding under the nightgown, up her ribs.

His thumb grazed the underside of her br*3ast and she flinched.

“I missed you,” he muttered, voice rough, desperate.

His mouth ghosted over her collarbone, then went lower, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You were busy being a mother," he whispered, voice shaking, “and I get it...i do..but...”

His lips finally touched her skin, wrapping around her n❗pple gently.

She gasped, her fingers moving through his hair.

There was no rush...No harshness...Just Jungkook being starved.

He suc-- ked slowly, almost reverently, hands holding her close like she’d disappear again.

“This is mine too,” he murmured against her skin. “All of you.”

She shivered...and she let him dr"nk, watching the way his lashes fluttered against his cheeks, how his breathing steadied as if this alone brought him peace.

But after a while, she gently tugged his hair.

“Stop,” she said softly, trying not to smile. “You’ve had enough.”

Jungkook didn’t move. His lips lingered, warm against her skin.

She tapped his forehead. “I mean it...the baby needs it more than you.”

That’s when he finally pulled back, resting his head against her ch*_st with a groan.

“Not fair,” he muttered, his voice muffled. “He gets everything.”

She rolled her eyes, laughing quietly. “He’s a baby, Jungkook.”

“So?” he grumbled, pouting again.

She laughed louder this time, her fingers threading through his hair. “You’re jealous of your own son?”

He didn’t answer, just pulled her tighter into his arms like a sulky child.

She kissed the top of his head. “You’re crazy ..”

But her voice was full of warmth.

And his grip on her never loosened.

The man who’d gone feral in the basement months back...now clung to her like she was his last thread of sanity.

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