Scared to do it with your mafia husband who has anger issues

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Her chest tightened.  

“But… what if it hurts?”

His lips curved into the faintest smile, though his eyes were deadly serious. 

“It won’t. I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

He leaned in, kissing her again—slow, patient, teaching her how to move with him. His mouth traced hers until she melted into it, her body easing little by little.

When he pulled back, he whispered against her lips, 

“Let me show you… what it means to be mine.”

His hands moved slowly, not rushing, untying the strings of her damp nightgown. She tensed, her hands clutching the sheets, but Jungkook kissed her jaw, her neck, every place he touched, whispering, 

“Relax...Trust me.”

She closed her eyes, breathing heavy, her fear mixing with heat that burned her whole body. His touches were firm but careful, teaching her with every stroke that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

Every time she shivered, he smirked against her skin, whispering, 

“That’s it. Don’t hold back.”

Her thoughts blurred— fear, desire, love...all crashing together. For the first time, she wasn’t just his wife in name. She was his, fully.

Y/n's POV:

I felt his fingers brush against my skin as he loosened the ribbon of my nightgown. My breath caught in my throat, though he hadn’t even done anything yet—just that simple act made my body shiver. I tried to remind myself that he was my husband, that I shouldn’t feel this much fear… but the truth was, I did.

His eyes stayed locked on mine, deep and unreadable, yet filled with something I had always been afraid to name—desire. The weight of it pressed against me harder than the storm outside, harder than the patter of rain echoing against the windows.

“Don’t look away,” he murmured, voice low and firm, though soft enough that I knew he wasn’t angry. “I want to see you… all of you.”

I swallowed, forcing myself not to move. My heart pounded as the string finally slipped loose. The fabric hung from my shoulders, and though it still covered me, I felt exposed under his gaze.

“Jungkook…” I whispered, unsure if it was his name I was calling or a plea for him to stop.

His hand slid over mine, steadying my trembling fingers. 

“You think I’ll hurt you,” he said, almost like he was reading my thoughts. “But I won’t. Never.” His words were firm, like a vow carved in stone. “Do you trust me enough to let me show you?”

My lips parted, but no answer came out. I didn’t know how to say yes, didn’t know how to tell him that my fear and my want were fighting inside me, tearing me apart.

And yet… when his hand brushed along my arm, when his touch was both commanding and tender, something inside me melted. I gave the faintest nod, barely more than a breath.

That was enough for him.

He leaned closer, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Good girl,” he whispered, the words sending heat rushing down my body. “That’s all I needed.”

When he kissed me, it wasn’t rushed or demanding. It was slow—deliberate. His mouth moved against mine with such control, such patience, that I found myself giving in, almost without realizing. My hands clutched at his shirt, needing to hold onto something, anything, while my body leaned into him.

The kiss deepened, and I could feel the tension in him, how much he wanted me. But he didn’t push too far, not yet. Instead, he traced my jawline with his thumb, then whispered against my lips, 

“Tell me if it’s too much. I’ll stop.”

I shook my head quickly, surprising even myself. “No… don’t stop,” I said, my voice soft but trembling.

His eyes darkened at my words, a shadow of hunger flickering in them, but his touch remained steady. He slid the gown further from my shoulders, letting it fall down my arms. The cool air hit my skin, but his hands followed, warm, firm, grounding me in the moment.

Inside, my mind was a storm. This is it. I’m letting him in. I’m letting him take the walls I’ve built and pull them apart. What if I regret it? What if I’m not enough for him?

But then his lips brushed along my neck, and all those thoughts scattered. I could only feel him. His hand at the small of my back. His breath warm against my skin. The way his voice rumbled when he murmured, 

“You’re mine.”

The way he said it didn’t feel like a threat. It felt like a promise.

I wanted to resist— my fear told me to—but another part of me, a deeper part, craved it. Craved him.

When he laid me back against the sheets, I wasn’t thinking about fear anymore. I was thinking about the way his fingers intertwined with mine, how carefully he watched my face as if to make sure I wasn’t breaking apart.

“Look at me,” he whispered again. “I want to see every reaction. Don’t hide from me.”

I opened my eyes, meeting his. For the first time, I didn’t look away.

The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm inside me. But as his lips returned to mine, as his hands traced my body with both command and care, I realized something—my fear was no longer in control.

And when his body finally pressed against mine, when the tension broke into something deeper, I knew I wasn’t just surrendering to him out of duty or fear.

I was surrendering because I wanted to.

Because despite the danger in him, despite the shadows of his world, he was mine. And I was his.

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Soon i found him between my princess part.. savouring.. making me feel like i never did before. My m**ans came loud..too loud and by the look on his face i knew he enjoyed it very much.

His lips were slick..he looked ethereal looking sed#ctively at me.

He soon climbed on top..and began to und#ress himself. And in no time he was where he belonged.. buried deep..i couldn't take it..it was too much but he made sure I adjusted to his length..

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We both c*me..and the sheets got w*t with our love juices...i couldn't believe..i overcome my fear..that I no longer was afraid of my husband..i loved him so much...i was happy to be his forever...

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