Our gazes are locked with the burning adoration, eyes watching each other with the love that has not become any spark less over the years. He sits across from me and only the round table between us keeps us a small distance apart. He looks at me intently, eyes not digressing even for a second.

His head is tilted slightly forward so that he is eating me up through his long and thick eyelashes. The shape of his eyes has changed from the normal doe shape to a more dangerous, more hooded almond shape, causing me to blush slightly under their heavy gaze.

I look at him with equal heaviness, the attractive way he holds the wine glass by the stem and lets the red liquid swirl slowly in rounds, distracting me a bit. I try to stay composed, not to lose focus, but he makes this job harder because he's almost studied me and knows exactly what drives me crazy.

He looks abnormally handsome tonight. Not that there's a day when he doesn't make me tongue-tied with his beauty and charm, but it's his eyes and the famous smirk across his full lips that makes my legs rub together under the table without even realizing it.

His broad shoulders are hugged by the black suit he picked out especially for this special evening. He's gotten bulkier over the years thanks to the many hours spent at Hoseok's Gym, but I couldn't complain because I love it whenever he wraps his strong arms around my body, the way he can sweep my feet off the floor.

His hair is neatly combed out of his face, revealing his prominent cheekbones, but at the same time accentuating the soft cheeks under the light in the dimly lit room that I would love to pinch. I love that despite all these years, he hasn't lost his boyish nature, even with his masculine looks. He's still the playful yet charming Jungkook I met.

I unconsciously lick my lips as his full ones wrap around the glass to take a sip of the sweet drink that leads him to drop his eyes from my eyes to my lips for just a split second, which I know he's currently craving. It's too obvious not to see and being his wife allows me to read everything from his eyes anyway without actually hearing spoken words. His eyes always tell me everything.

And at this moment I know he is shamelessly undressing me with his eyes, mentally fucking me in his imaginations.

At this point, we are practically eye-fucking each other.

Ignoring the quiet conversations of the guests around us we are focused only on each other. We see nothing but the other half of our soul sitting at the end of the table and just an arm's length away from any touching.

We are currently in a beautiful and classy restaurant that I have always wanted to visit and was always looking at when we drove by it. Not that I'm into expensive and extravagant restaurants, because anything that isn't fancy is most fun with him. But today is my 33rd birthday and Jungkook, the gentleman that he is, made a reservation for us that of course, I couldn't turn down.

I can't believe I'm already at this age despite my still relatively young years. I can't help but become more stressed with each rising number, thinking that I'm losing my youth with each passing day, but Jungkook always manages to persuade me of the exact opposite.

To him, age is just a number and he thinks I'm even getting more beautiful every day, which I just wave off with a playful eye roll and a blush. It's crazy that despite all these years he can still paint a pink hue on my cheeks with his gazes, his words, his touches.

I have to say, though, that he's getting more and more handsome with each passing year if that's even possible. My heart still pounds like crazy when he wakes up next to me in the morning, his handsome face being the first thing I see. In spite of being thirty-four years old, he shows no signs of his age and even gets more attractive, hotter, and more charming every day.

He is aging like a fine wine.

I smile at him the moment he puts his wine glass back on the table and he mirrors the action. With all of the hot and seductive exchanges between us, there is a certain softness lying in his brown orbs, almost melting my heart. I can't help but fall more and more in love with him every day, and it feels like my insides are going to burst with buzzing butterflies at any moment.

We are so focused on each other that we don't even notice the petite waitress from earlier at our table until she decides to break our intense eye contact with her high-pitched voice.

"Good evening, sir," she says professionally. "Can I take your order?"

I can't help but notice her slightly longer-than-necessary glances at my husband, but I choose to ignore it. Even as we walked into the restaurant I could see the slight blush on her cheeks as she looked him up and down, but Jungkook's hand on my lower back took my annoyance away.

I know my husband is handsome and actually, there's nothing bad about looking when you see an attractive person, but some girls do it quite noticeably. It's not like I get jealous as much as I used to. Not that I've ever been a crazy bitch about it, and he's always taken it with an amused chuckle anyway.

We almost didn't make it to our reservation on time because Jungkook couldn't keep his hands to himself while I got ready. It wouldn't have been the first time that we wouldn't have cared about the reservation and he would have pounded me into the mattress instead, but the fact that it is my birthday did bring out the last of his patience in his body.

"Are you ready to order, my love?" Jungkook asks as his gaze sweeps over the menu one last time before looking up at me.

I have to admit that I haven't really looked at the menu properly since he's been my distraction since we walked in here, but I guess I'll have to wing it.

"Um." I think as I quickly flip through two pages before I like a meal. "I think I'll have the glazed beef steak with a side of mashed sweet potatoes."

The petite young woman, who I think is at least ten years younger than me and this is probably her part-time job right now, writes everything neatly on her tablet before her eyes turn to Jungkook.

Further reassurance is that he has his eyes only on me the entire time, not even looking away for a second. I flip my slightly wavy hair discreetly over my shoulder, revealing my collarbones. His eyes fall on my prominent bones and I can see his tongue coat his lower lip with saliva.

It always satisfies me to know that he only has eyes for me, just as I only have eyes for him. Not once has he made me feel bad, I've always felt like I'm the only focus of his eyes, the only person who can fill his heart. I watch the way his lips move as he gives the waitress his order, but I can't hear what he's saying.

All I perceive is him.

The waitress excuses herself to bring our food while I subtly move my leg up and down his leg under the table, unnoticeable to everyone else around us but driving Jungkook crazy. He exhales a breath of air in a short chuckle as he licks his lower lip again and I can see his eyes darken.

"Are you marking your territory?" he asks as he tilts his head a little to the side and takes another sip of his wine.

"Maybe." I grin.

"You know, it's hard for me to keep a cool exterior when you look at me like you're going to eat me up any second," he rasps, his eyes roaming down my body.

The silk dress I'm wearing for him today brings out exactly the reaction from him that I want to see. I can't forget the squeeze to my butt as we were led to our table. Although I briefly panicked that someone else might have seen it and for the inappropriate gesture we might have gotten nasty looks, it calmed me when I saw that everyone was minding their own business.

"I can't help it if I have such an exquisite snack sitting in front of me." I flirt and he throws his head back slightly, letting his Adam's apple bounce up and down.

"Snack?" he grins. "Baby, I'm a full course meal."

"Cocky." I shake my head with a smile at his comment.

After a few minutes that pass with casual short conversations while we wait for our food, I can already see the waitress making her way to our table with two full plates. She smiles at us before placing our plates in front of us and we thank her kindly, watching as she then serves another table.

My mouth waters from the delicious smell of the beefsteak in front of me and I'm already looking forward to pairing it with my red wine. I see that Jungkook has ordered a chicken breast filled with what I think are sundried tomatoes. He loves chicken and I swear he could eat it every day without getting tired of it.

We start eating, the click of the tableware against the plates and our conversations meanwhile filling the silence between us. The evening passes very pleasantly, soft glances exchanged and our laughter echoing in our ears.

It is quite refreshing to go on a date with Jungkook again, as being parents doesn't give us much free time. We try to spend as much time together as possible by having regular movie nights and telling each other about our day in the evenings, but having a little three-year-old monster at home who wants all the attention all the time makes it a little more difficult.

We both can't grumble because our little girl is our source of happiness, but I cherish every moment I can spend in peace with Jungkook. We had our eighth wedding anniversary a few weeks ago, eight years have already passed since we said our vows and sealed our love forever.

My parents and Jungkook's mom are of course great helpers to us and are happy to take over the little monster for a few hours or sometimes days so that Jungkook and I can enjoy and celebrate special days just by ourselves. It's a great relief that both of our families live close to us so we can drop her off with them.

Just like this weekend. Ayla has been with Aera, Jungkook's mother, since Friday night so we could spend the entire three days with my birthday included in privacy, which was much needed. I am thankful that Ayla loves her grandparents more than anything and therefore never causes any trouble if we ever drop her off at their place.

It doesn't happen often, only on birthdays and our anniversary, but that's enough for us to miss her. She is the source of our happiness, the light to brighten our day. She is sometimes exhausting because she gets more curious and active as she gets older, but that's part of parenting.

I couldn't be happier.

Jungkook's unique and high-pitched laughter rings in my ears and I have to hold my napkin in front of my mouth to look somewhat ladylike as I almost choke on the steak in my mouth. Jungkook is telling me about what he experienced in his workshop with Minho a few days ago and we both can't help but burst out laughing with tears streaming down our cheeks.

"If I were to describe to you the secondhand embarrassment I felt when he kept dropping all those tools, oh my God, you wouldn't believe me." He laughs and I wipe a tear from my face.

"Leave him alone. Poor kid must have a major crush on the girl." I scold jokingly, defending Minho.

Minho has been working with Jungkook for years. Even though he studies on the side, he makes sure to help out and support as much as he can in the workshop and I admire him for his good manners. He turned 19 a few months ago and I must say that for his young age he already attracts a lot of attention from girls.

His personality and good looks definitely give him an advantage, but what makes him stand out is his politeness, helpfulness, and charm. He is respectful and that makes me love him like a little brother and remember the time when I met him and he was still a child.

Even Ayla loves spending time with him. Whenever the two of us go to visit Jungkook in his workshop on weekends and Minho is present, she squeals like crazy and won't let him go. The two then play all day and Ayla manages to let poor Minho do everything she wants because he can't do anything about it anyway.

And that makes Jungkook jealous and grumpy most of the time because no other man is allowed to get close to his baby girl. I always end up rolling my eyes.

"Oh, come on. There's no need to be so awkward." he waves it off. "I even had to smack him on the back of the head to get him to stop staring like that."

I break into another laughter and to that Jungkook has to laugh too. Poor Minho.

"Don't embarrass him like that," I say. "Awkward things can always happen. Don't pretend your arms didn't get mixed up with your legs when we started dating." I tease, raising an eyebrow in a challenging manner.

"That's a lie." he expresses in a defensive manner and I nod my head as if agreeing with him. "Don't make me remind you of when you spilled coffee all over me because you couldn't take your eyes off my mind-blowing handsomeness."

I gasp. "That," I say, pointing my index finger at him. "Was my carpet's fault. Nothing to do with me drooling over you."

I flip my hair back in an exaggerated motion and hear him snicker under his breath. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." he shakes his head.

I have always loved our conversations. It never gets boring even if we only talk about the most random things. It's just that Jungkook always talks so passionately and excitedly about everything that makes me listen intently. I love watching him mold his lips into a pout when he talks and his eyes turn into crescents when he laughs.

"But seriously," I say, taking a quick sip of my wine. "Teach him how to win a girl's heart," I suggest.

He looks at me with soft eyes after thinking for a few seconds. "Just like I did with yours?" he asks with a smile.

"Just like you did with mine," I confirm and a hot blush settles on my cheeks.

I don't know how he manages it, but he never fails to paint my cheeks pink, making my breath hitch and my heart race. It's like he has a natural gift for it or maybe he just knows too well what to do to make me fly above all clouds.

I watch as his rosy lips still form into the most beautiful smile in the world as his eyes sparkle with love. It's like we are alone in this big room, all other people are turned off and my heart, soul, and eyes can only see him.

God, I love him so much.

I look away shyly as I can't hide even a smile until I hear the sound of a new message in my purse. I wish I could turn off my cell phone at such moments, but being a mother requires being available. No matter where I am or what I'm doing.

I pull the device out of my purse and see a message from my mother-in-law. "It's your mom," I inform as Jungkook's curious eyes watch me.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, a slight worry audible in his honey voice as his fatherly instincts kick in.

"Yeah, don't worry," I reassure as I reach my hand across the table and place it on top of his. It melts my heart that he is so protective over his family.

Honestly, I don't think there is a better husband and father than him. He always makes sure we are safe. He puts his everything out there so he can protect us from the cruelty of the world and he is our emotional support. I don't know what I would do without him, he is the shoulder I can always lean on without a doubt.

"She sent me a message and attached a video," I mutter as I open the messaging app. "I'm probably disturbing you right now, but this view is just too cute not to share with you." I read out loud for Jungkook before clicking on the attached video.

"I want to see too." Jungkook chimes in as he leans forward a bit and I turn my screen around so we both have a good view of it.

The screen fills with the image of our daughter just sitting on the reading chair, which is too big for her, with a kids' book in her lap. She looks like a cuddly fluff ball, her grandma has dressed her in the alpaca-printed pajamas she got as a gift from her Uncle Seokjin. Her lips are formed into a pout as she runs her chubby index finger over the pages, pretending to read the animal stories inside.

We both giggle as we watch her nod with self-gained encouragement while saying the most random things she thinks might be written in the book. Her black silk strands are tied into a palm tree at the top of her head, bobbing back and forth with each shake of her head. My heart swells at the sight.

She loves animals and that's why we try to visit the zoo as often as we can which she always responds to with full enthusiasm as soon as she realizes where the car ride is going. Even if she sees a cat or a dog on the street, her short chubby legs get to work and she tries to chase them unsuccessfully.

We have often considered adopting a kitten as a friend for her, but honestly, I am afraid she would strangle the poor thing to death. She's getting more strength in that little body with each passing day, and the last thing I want is a dead cat that she actually wanted to pet.

I can see the increasingly clear resemblance between Jungkook and Ayla. Although at first I was kind of disappointed and couldn't stop the feeling of betrayal in me because how dare she look more like her father than me even though I carried her for nine months and gave birth to her, but by now I think it's cute.

From the big doe eyes to the bopable nose and chubby cheeks, you can almost say our daughter is a copy and paste version of Jungkook. Even her uneven lips she got from him. And let's not forget the inexplicable strength of her muscles.

If her father is a muscle pig, she definitely is a muscle piglet.

With a contented sigh, I put the device back in my bag after the video is finished. I still can't believe that she makes our lives so very happy and blessed with her existence. I can't believe that she is the fruit of our love and continues to grow before our eyes every day.

I wish time would move a little slower.

"I hope Ayla didn't cause your mother much trouble." I laugh as I imagine Aera running after her all the time. Her stamina really can't be topped by anyone.

"Nah, my mom loves her. She'll have to make do, she's her gwanma after all." he chuckles and I chuckle along with him. Since she can talk, we all think the way she pronounces some words is hilariously cute, and one of them is gwanma, which is supposed to mean grandma.

"I know. She always wriggles around when she hasn't seen her grandma in more than a week." I shake my head as I chew and swallow the last bite of my steak.

"My baby girl has grown up." sighs Jungkook. "I can't believe she used to be in my balls."

"Oh my god." I choke and snort out an ugly laugh, getting some weird looks from the tables around us. "Why would you say it like that?" I scold, laughing.

"What, don't blame me." He grins maliciously and finishes the last sip of his wine. "It's simple science."

"You'll never change." I smile and he snaps his index finger in acknowledgment of that remark.

Another twenty minutes or so pass by just talking about our family, friends, and work. It makes me happy to know that everyone gets along with each other and that some have even started their own little families now.

Nora and Alex are still engaged, which already feels like an eternity, but there is no rush anyway. Taehyung married a very nice vet and they are already expecting twins. Hoseok has a girlfriend, Seokjin, unfortunately, got divorced and Yoongi, well Yoongi is just Yoongi.

I don't even need to start about Jimin, because the man is still not out of his partying phase. Fortunately, after I quit my old job, we didn't break contact and I'm thankful for that. Even though he and Jungkook are still arguing about the threesome, which by the way he still brings up to annoy Jungkook, they get along very well.

It feels like we are one big family and guess what? We still do the gathering in Jungkook's backyard once a month where everyone is invited. We eat, drink, and have fun, strengthening the bond between us more and more. I really appreciate this family of diverse people. For how different we all are in our personalities, we can still relate without anyone feeling left out.

In short, we are all living our best lives.

"How was everything?" asks the waitress who served us all evening, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"It was very delicious. Thank you." Jungkook smiles as he hands her his empty plate because he's just a gentleman and shows it in the tiniest gestures. I can't believe I'm so lucky to have a husband like him.

"May I interest you in our dessert menu?" she asks with hopeful eyes, but her gaze is mostly on Jungkook.

He, in turn, looks mischievous, looking deep into my eyes, and a sexy smirk settles on his lips, which surely taste like sweet wine. I can't wait to taste them and have them all over my body.

"Oh, I most certainly will be having dessert tonight." he croaks under his breath just so I can hear, making me blush a little.

"Sorry. Did you say something, sir?" the waitress politely leans forward, waiting for Jungkook to repeat his words. He just shakes his head, though, knowing full well that I heard his words and I was the one they were directed at anyway, for only my ears to hear. Only for my head to imagine.

"No, thank you. Can we have the check please?" Jungkook says and the waitress smiles before running off with the dishes.

I can't wait to go home and spend the rest of the night with the man of my dreams. To look him in the eye and say how much I love him. To fall asleep in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, which is my favorite melody.

"Elaine?" Jungkook sings in his soft voice and all the desire from a few minutes ago has faded from his voice.

"Yes?" I stare up at him through my eyelashes as light piano notes can be heard from a distance that sounds just heavenly along with his voice.

"I have something for you," he says, pulling out a medium-sized black box from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He scratches the back of his neck, looking a little uncertain now. "It's nothing creative or romantic because I'm kind of running out of ideas. But I hope you like it anyway." he laughs and I laugh with him. Surely, 9 years of relationship must have been enough creative gifts from him.

He slowly pushes the box across the table in my direction so I can take it, and I do. There is a black ribbon sitting on the right corner, of the rather rectangular box and I smile up at him before pulling on the ribbon and lifting the lid.

Inside is a single red rose along with two documents that look like tickets.

"What are these?" I ask, unable to glean any information from them.

"I thought we could go on vacation again sometime. Just me and you, because we haven't done that in forever." he starts and scratches the back of his neck again. "I left the destination and date blank because I wanted you to pick it. And depending on the destination, we can decide on a suitable time. You know, because of the weather and stuff."

His voice softens further with each word as if uncertainty is taking the place of confidence. I look up at him from the two tickets and giggle ever so slightly, making him confused. His eyes widen as I say nothing, finding his reaction very cute right now.

"You hate it." he assumes. "I knew you would hate it. It's plain unimaginative and boring, isn't it? I'm stupid."

"No." I shake my head and reach across the table to take his hand in mine. With the warm touch, his tense muscles seem to relax as if in seconds, and he looks at me with his doe eyes shining in the dim light of the restaurant.

I still haven't explored all the galaxies in his deep and beautiful eyes, but I'm afraid my lifetime wouldn't be enough for that anyway.

"I love it," I reassure him and take the red rose out of the box to smell it. "We deserve some quality time to ourselves and we haven't traveled in a long time. So thank you for the lovely opportunity."

Instant calm settles into his features and he takes a deep breath. I don't care if he gives me anything, because it's only his presence that I need. Just the fact that he thinks of me and is kind enough to only want to spend time with me that just isn't at our house or a place within 50 miles is considerate and thoughtful to me.

He smiles big at me, those perfect bunny teeth that make him look boyish come out and I can't help but mirror that action. I can't wait for the day we will be on the plane to enjoy a vacation for a week or maybe two.

No matter where I go, as long as Jungkook is by my side, nothing can be boring or uncreative because it's in the moments that he makes me laugh with his goofy ways and smile that brightens the day. I will never be able to have enough of him or his company. It's not even possible. He and my daughter are the only things I need with me every day to function properly.

They are my home. And I will take them with me everywhere.

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"Jungkook, wait." I moan as I feel his eager lips all over my neck.

I giggle as we stumble into our house and Jungkook puts a flat hand against the wall to keep us from landing on the floor. Not that he even cares, because he would surely just keep going undisturbed.

"I can't. I'm impatient." he laughs in a raspy voice against my skin and a shiver runs down my spine. "Do you know how badly I wanted to rip that damn dress off your body all night?"

Yes, I could see that.

He presses me against the wall after slamming the front door with his foot and continues to work his lips against my sensitive skin. I throw my head back and let the sensation of his hands all over my body numb my senses.

He is the man I demand every day, the man I want to feel every day. I want him to make me fly above all the clouds like he's a drug I can't live without.

"You looked so sexy today, as always, baby." he croaks, looking into mine for a moment with his burning eyes. "Tonight is my last chance to let you scream my name undisturbed while I fuck your brains out."

Oh, my God.

I can already feel the heat building between my legs with the anticipation of everything that awaits us for the rest of the night. Since having a daughter who sleeps practically just a wall next to us, we've never really been able to live out our sex life like this without being worried about her waking up.

We took advantage of the weekend without her to have lots of uninterrupted sex and oh fuck did that feel good. Constantly holding back moans or making sure the headboard of the bed wasn't banging too hard against the wall was and will remain exhausting.

Not that I could complain about the exquisite view of Jungkook hovering over me with one hand on the headboard keeping it from slamming into the wall and the muscles flexing deliciously in the meantime. The sweat that forms on his whole body due to the restraint, his mouth hanging open in silent moans and when he does want to be loud freely, he kisses me simply while filling my mouth with his delight.

And despite all these things, our sex life has never changed. We are fortunately still active and try new things in between. We explore each other and find out new things with each passing day, even though you might think that after 9+ years of relationship you already know everything about your partner.

For example, I never knew I had a praise kink.

I was embarrassed to admit it at first, but every time he praised me during our intimacy, I felt on the edge of bliss faster than normal. And noticing this, he has continued it because he knows how to handle me.

I squeal as Jungkook lifts me up pulling me out of my thoughts and moves up the stairs to our bedroom with expert steps. I have to laugh because of the big grin on his face while I clasp my arms strongly around his neck. It is satisfying to know that you are wanted and desired just like the first day.

Once in the bedroom, he carefully lays me on the bed, and without waiting any longer, he pulls my high heels off my feet. I almost groan at the relieving feeling of finally being able to take them off.

"I'm going to make you feel so good today, my love. You won't be able to think straight because of the ecstasy." he croaks and I watch him as he hotly pulls his suit jacket off his shoulders and undoes the buttons of his white shirt one by one.

I prop myself up on my elbows, my gaze not once straying from him, but I couldn't anyway. How can my eyes not be on him when he dazzles me so with his beauty? He's way too beautiful to be true sometimes, and I have to blink a few times to make sure I'm seeing just right.

"I love it when you look at me like that." he breathes, hovering over me again, our noses touching. "It makes me feel desired."

Our lips connect in a breathtaking kiss that makes my head spin. It's the way we both move in sync, kissing, licking, and possessing. He is mine and I am his. Nothing is going to change that.

His hand sneaks over my collarbones as he works his lips against mine, and the next thing I feel is him pulling the straps of my dress over my shoulders. I lift my body off the bed a little, helping him get it off my body more easily. A breath of air leaves my nose in a held-back moan as his fingers brush ever so lightly over my bra-less breasts.

Next, the lacy thong is leaving my legs and now I'm completely nude beneath him. He pulls back from the kiss, instant lack of his warmth disappointing me as his masked eyes roam over my body. Even after pregnancy, lust has never lost its place in his glowing orbs.

"So beautiful." He smiles warmly as the back of his hand strokes my cheek.

I can already feel the wetness flowing between my legs and with every second he watches me with his loving eyes, the arousal multiplies. He gives my lips one last long kiss before slowly wandering down my body. His eyes never leave mine and when he reaches the edge of the bed, he kneels in line with my most sensitive body part.

My heart races and feels like it's going to jump out of its cage at any moment as Jungkook begins to place my right leg over his shoulder and starts placing light kisses on the inner thigh of my left. A tickling sensation settles on every cell of my body and although he hasn't started yet, it feels like I'm on fire.

I try to regulate my breathing with each movement and kiss Jungkook brings closer to my throbbing core. And when his hot tongue finally makes contact with the spot where I need him the most, it feels like I'm going to pass out. I let a long moan echo through the room from the deepest corners of my chest and my hand shoots to the back of his head.

I grab his long curls and ruin his neat hairstyle, but neither of us seems to care right now. I throw my head back into the mattress, squirming and whimpering under his touch. A whole galaxy moves before my eyes as I squeeze my eyelids tight with almost unbearable pleasure.

"Oh, fuck. Kook, please don't stop." I moan as he continues licking, flicking his tongue, and sucking with his full lips.

He swirls his tongue around my clit, forming a new pool of heat and arousal in the pit of my stomach, and the familiar tension of an orgasm builds. He doesn't have to do much to bring me to the edge of bliss, just a little touch, a little look is enough to drive me crazy.

I clench my thighs tightly around his head and he seems to like that as a rumble in approval vibrates against my sex, which feels abnormally good. Thinking I'm crushing his head, Jungkook shows me just the opposite as he encourages me to squeeze even harder, which I do, and feel a smile on his lips.

This man is hot on another level.

And he's going to be the death of me.

"Jungkook!" I scream, with the relief of sending out every sound as loud as I can because we're alone.

My muscles tremble and shake as the feeling of a long-awaited orgasm hits me like a shockwave through my entire body. I tug on his long curls as he licks up every love drop of my pleasure, leaving nothing behind. His eyes, meanwhile, are fixed on my face, watching my reaction closely, and I could come again just for the intensity of it.

My chest heaves with the deep breaths so I can bring my heart back down and Jungkook licks a path from between my legs, along my belly, and over my breasts until he's hovering over me again. His lips settle on mine for a hot kiss and I can taste myself on his tongue.

"I'll never get tired of the taste of you." He growls after pulling back from the kiss and now licking the last drops from his lips. "Did you feel good, baby?"

"Incredible." I correct, the warmth of the orgasm burning in my cheeks.

"Good." he smiles. "Today is your birthday, so your wish is my command. What do you want me to do?"

"I want to be on top today." I request and get a grin in response.

"All right," he says before getting off the bed onto his feet and starting to undo the button on his suit pants.

I can already see through the material how aroused he is, his size painfully straining against the tightness. I watch as he pulls his pants and underwear off his legs in one go and his erection springs to life. I bite my lips at the sight and it takes everything in me not to take the angry red tip into my mouth and suck him dry.

He just grins, knowing the effect he's having on me before he sits back against the headboard and pats his lap. "Come here."

I shake my head, confusing him. "Lay down."

"Hmm. Demanding much?" he enthuses.

We've never really had any problems getting into a variety of positions. In fact, Jungkook always found it very turn-on to see my dominant side come out like it did right now. He still loves to call me dangerous woman and I don't think he will ever tire of it. Not that I could complain.

He follows my request and lies flat on the mattress, his cock bouncing against his toned abs. Each pack is like it was chiseled with precision, making my mouth water. I crawl over to him, his eyes following my every move closely. I can see the fire burning in them.

I swing one leg over his so I can straddle his hip and lean forward to take his lips for mine again. The kiss is needy and sloppy, showing how much we crave the other and can't wait to feel each other fully.

I suck on his lower lip, getting a deep rumble from him as I grind my ass against his erection. He tries to get me to bring my entrance near his cock with his hands on my hips, but I just smirk teasingly into the kiss, getting a little smack against the soft flesh, and I giggle into his mouth. We both erupt into a set of laughter and I straighten my back, pulling back from the kiss.

His eyes find mine. "I know it's your day, but don't tease me, baby. I need you." he pleads in a raspy voice.

I grant us both the long-awaited feeling of intimacy by bringing him in line with my entrance and lifting my hips, I slowly sink back down. My mouth falls open at the sensation of his massive size inside me and the way he is already throbbing against my walls. We can both feel each other's heartbeat down there and I think there is no other moment that can be as intimate and special as one like this.

I start to move up and down slowly and Jungkook helps me with my movements with his hands on my hips. His eyes are watching me the whole time, sometimes wandering down my body and it makes me shiver to know that he is watching his cock disappear deep inside me. I'm so wet that he can slide in and out with ease and soon enough we're both moaning at the pleasurable feeling of a building orgasm.

I switch from bouncing to sensual grinding and Jungkook's hands move from my hips back to my ass cheeks where he jerks me back and forth so I can move faster. The friction against my clit makes me throw my head back and I know my breasts are probably bouncing with each quick stroke. A view for him to watch like an erotic movie.

"Yes, baby. That's it." He praises me and that alone makes me shiver. "You make me feel so good. You're such a good girl."

I wasn't lying when I said that Jungkook praises me on purpose because he knows how much it turns me on.

And I fucking love it.

"You're perfect for me, Elaine." he moans as I pick up my pace. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I moan out loud.

My upper body falls forward and I manage to place my hand against the headboard in time to maintain my position. I take strength through the grip, my chest practically in Jungkook's face as I try not to collapse on top of him through the pleasure that makes my body tremble.

His tongue darts out and a shiver runs down my spine as the warmth and wetness touch my aroused nipple. I hold nothing back from my voice and light puffs of air leaving his nose hit my body. From alternating licks and flicks of each nipple, Jungkook switches to sucking.

At this point, he is sucking skillfully and eagerly like an infant and I can do nothing but make the sensation work to my advantage and let my second orgasm develop even further. We move sloppily against each other, sweat and moans intermingling.

With each movement, my body loses more strength and the tension in my abdomen makes my concentration disappear. I can't think clearly, only the way his robust body feels against mine and the way his cock throbs and swells inside me. I know we're both on the verge of release and the same amount of shockwaves are traveling through our bodies.

He lets go of my breast, knowing I am drained of power. "Do you want me to continue?" he asks and I just nod my head, squinting my eyes tightly shut.

I lean forward onto his chest and he plants his feet into the bed, bending his knees. He starts to thrust upward as my breasts squish against his chest, nipples touching as he wraps his arms securely around my torso. He holds me there, eagerly sliding into me, and slapping and wet noises develop, echoing throughout the room.

I hide my face in the crook of his neck, occasionally sucking on the soft skin there and I can feel the tension about to snap. I know we're both close and it's not long before I'm the first to let go. I moan loudly, bringing myself upright and throwing my head back as I squeeze him in my walls.

My body shakes, my muscles quiver, but I wouldn't trade this feeling of relief for anything. Jungkook is still pounding into me at the same speed and when our eyes meet, I know my fucked-up state is turning him on even more if that's possible.

His hands grip tighter on my hips, his balls slap against my skin and his mouth falls open in a low moan. I love the sight of his lips forming into an O shape, his eyebrows drawing together and his cheek muscles flexing. It creates an attractive and hot sight and all I want to do is let him fuck me senseless until dawn.

"Oh, fuck." he groans, squeezing his eyes shut.

His release shoots out and paints my inner walls, making me moan again at the sensation. I help him milk himself inside me, moving slightly up and down until there's nothing left of his orgasm. We both breathe heavily, a slight smile of satisfaction gracing our lips.

"You're incredible." He laughs as he helps me get off of him and I lie down next to him on the mattress with my head on his chest.

"You too." I grin back and my fingers start tracing soothing patterns on the soft skin, which brings a kiss to my hair.

We just lie there, neither of us saying anything, listening to the other's breathing regulate itself again and our hearts begin to beat normally. Jungkook runs his hand up and down my bare back and a satisfied smile settles on my lips. I could fall asleep at the sensation and the lulling moment, my eyes heavy from all the action from a few minutes ago.

"Hmm." I hum as my eyes close on their own and I snuggle closer to his chest. "Thank you for today, it was amazing. I love you."

He chuckles deeply and it vibrates in the depths of his chest. "You deserve nothing but the best. I love you too."

I lean up to plant a kiss on his lips and he returns it immediately. It's the way his lips fit on mine like they were made for each other. His soul completes mine, his laugh is my favorite music and his eyes are what I want to look into for the rest of my life.

Sure, obviously we have little arguments from time to time, but that's part of a marriage. Nothing and no one is perfect, but what is important for us is that we can apologize when we are in the wrong and forgive each other.

He can't live without me and I can't live without him. I remember one argument that was actually quite unnecessary and stupid but resulted in us raising our voices. Jungkook wanted to spend the night downstairs in the living room on the couch but then crawled back into bed in the middle of the night because he couldn't sleep without me.

And I didn't sleep meanwhile either, hoping he would come, which he did. We spent the night in each other's arms, not letting go once. For some that might be clingy, but not for us, because we've been through a lot. The past is a cruel memory for both of us, but are over it.

We have grown strong together, we have laughed and cried together.

"Elaine?" Jungkook's honeyed voice rings in my ears. "I want to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"What if we had another baby?" he asks, his voice dropping to a whisper.

I prop myself up on my elbow, eyes wide as I look down at him. There's a shy and uncertain look in his eyes as he runs his hand up and down my back anyway. I search his eyes, not knowing what to say.

We haven't really talked about when or if we even want to have another child, so this baffles me a little now. Not that I can't imagine it and don't want it, but just because I'm surprised.

"You want to be a dad again?" I ask as his eyes jump all over my face.

"Yeah," he admits. "I mean, if you want it too, of course. It's just, I love you so much and I'm the luckiest man in the world. I'd be more than happy if you had my baby again."

Why is he being so sweet?

I smile down at him, my hand cupping his cheek. He melts my heart and the fact that he wants our little family to grow with the love we feel for each other is just overwhelming.

Another baby with him running around the house, being curious, sometimes keeping us sleepless, spreading the toys across the living room, crying in the middle of the night, and making me go into labor again?

Hell, yeah.

I'd do anything with him.

"Okay." I shrug after a while, easing the tension in his shoulders from not knowing. His eyes widen as if he didn't expect the answer.

"Really?" he asks, his high-pitched voice and the pout on his lips making me laugh.

I nod my head. "Really."

With a squeal, he has us both flipped over with lightning speed so he's hovering over me. His lips come crashing down on mine and relief and adoration flows between us. He kisses me deeply, his large hand cupping my cheek and I feel his heart beating fast as I place my hand against his chest.

"I love you so much." he smiles big and his eyes shine, creating a whole galaxy of stars in them.

"I love you," I confirm and place a kiss on his round nose. I run my fingers through his damp hair and he leans into my touch.

"I'll make love to you all night," he assures me.

He spreads my legs and when he sees his release from moments ago, he grins devilishly. I roll my eyes because only Jungkook can go from such a romantic moment to a mischievous one. It's like he has a switch at the back of his head that he can flip in seconds, depending on his mood. But I've already gotten used to it.

I gasp as his warm fingers come into contact with my core that has started throbbing again. "I've filled you up good. Who knows, maybe that'll get you pregnant already."

He coughs out as I punch my fist into his ribs, knocking the sexy grin off his face. "Don't be naughty."

"Oh, baby. We both know you're the naughtier one among us." he bites his lower lip. "You dangerous woman."

And with that, you can already imagine how the rest of the night went for us. But I wouldn't change anything.

I love Jungkook. And everything we built together.

My little family is all I need in my life. And who knows, maybe it will grow sooner than I can think.

Jungkook is my husband, my lover, my best friend.

And he will stay that way.

Forever.

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A/N: Why can't I just let go of these two? T_T
I love them, someone please help 😭

I was thinking about a ship name for them the other day. Then 'Kookaine' popped up in my head until I realized that it's probably not the best of names 💀

Thank you guys for reading the bonus chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. Also, I can't believe that this book is at 100+k *crying in the corner*
I appreciate all of you♥️

One more thing (sorry I'll shut up after this one) I have another ongoing Jungkook story and I would be happy if you guys checked it out

Love you♥️