Billionaire's sin

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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.)

Continuation:

2 YEARS LATER

The house was silent. The baby was asleep...Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, one leg folded under her, the other brushing the floor. 

She was wearing Jungkook’s oversized white button-down — barely buttoned, barely hiding anything. No br@. No sh*rts. Her skin still warm from the bath, a soft glow clinging to her cheeks, her neck… her thighs.

She ran her fingers through her damp hair and let out a slow breath.

He was taking too long.

Click....The door creaked open.

She didn’t need to look. She felt him. That heavy, raw presence — thick with des❗re and something darker.

Jungkook stepped inside, his body lit by the soft golden bedside lamp. His black pants hung low on his hips, no shirt..just tattoos bold across his chest...arms and hand..his collarbones sharp, his hair a mess — the kind of mess that begged for her hands to be tangled in it.

His eyes drank her in.

Jungkook (voice husky): "You wore my shirt."

Y/N (playfully): "I didn’t have anything else."

He smirked. But his eyes were locked on her bare legs, the tiny g@p between her th❗ghs, her soft skin glistening just slightly in the light.

Jungkook: "You know what that shirt does to me, don’t you?"

He moved closer. Slow, controlled. Like a man stalking his prey. But this wasn’t just lust. This was something deeper. He wasn’t just coming to take — he was coming to worship.

Y/N tilted her head.

Y/N: "And what if I did?"

He didn’t answer.

Instead, his hand slid behind her neck and pulled her up to him. Their mouths brushed. But he still didn’t kiss her.

Jungkook (barely above a whisper): "Do you know how many nights I’ve thought about this? About you. Lying here like this. Wearing my shirt. N∅thing under— neath."

He kissed the corner of her mouth. Slow. Teasing. His hand slid under the shirt, up her waist, brushing the underside of her breast, fingers warm and possessive.

She shivered...Then, he kissed her.

It started slow. Gentle. But it never stayed that way with them. Their mouths opened. Tongues tangled. His hands grabbed her th❗ghs and pulled her against him — his arousal pressed hard into her, and she gasped.

Y/N: "Jungkook—"

He pushed her back onto the bed, climbed over her slowly, kissing her collarbone, her jaw, her neck. She moaned when he sucked her skin — his tongue dragging over the sensitive spot just below her ear.

His fingers opened the buttons of his shirt one by one — revealing every inch of her skin like she was the most precious thing he’d ever unwr@- pped.

Jungkook (gazing down at her): "Every inch. Every sound. Every breath... it's mine.. you're mine..."

He groaned — deep and broken. And then everything got messy.

****

Clothes were gone. Skin on skin. His tongue left wet trails down her chest, between her br3@$ts, over her belly. His kisses worshipped the life that had once grown inside her. He didn’t miss a single inch.

And when he finally sl❗-d into her — slow, deep, thick — she cried out, back arching, hands grabbing at his arms.

Jungkook (kissing her neck): "F*ck— you’re..."

Their bodies moved in sync, rocking the b*d in slow, desperate waves. He whispered her name over and over. Her hands clutched his hair, his back, his jaw — anything to anchor herself to him.

They made love like they were trying to make up for every minute lost. Every tear. Every mistake. Every painful goodbye.

He lifted her leg and went deeper — hitting sp0ts she didn’t even remember existed.

Y/N (half-laughing, breathless): "You're gonna break me."

Jungkook (smirking): "Then I’ll piece you back together...again and again."

When they both finally came, it was together — messy, loud, bodies trembling as they held onto each other like they’d never let go.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours.

They lay tangled in the sheets — his hand gently stroking her stomach, her head on his chest, hearts finally at peace.

Y/N (softly, smiling): "At this rate… you’ll get me pregnant again, Jeon."

Jungkook laughed softly, eyes misty as he looked down at her.

Jungkook: "I f*cking hope so."

He leaned in and kissed her nose. Then her lips.

Jungkook (whispering): "I love you, Y/N. So much it scares me sometimes."

And this time, she didn’t look away.

She smiled — full, warm, real.

Y/N: "I love you too, Jungkook. Even when I tried not to."

And outside, the waves crashed softly. Just like them — always returning. Always finding their way back.

THE END!

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