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"May I make love to you, my love?"

His grip loosened, just slightly.

Enough to tell her she had the choice. Enough to tell her he would stop in a heartbeat if she asked.

Jungkook's lashes fluttered, then stilled as her gaze slowly lifted to meet his. Her chest rose with each shallow breath, heart pounding so loud it echoed in her ears.

Her lips parted, but no words came just yet. Instead, she raised a trembling hand, fingers brushing against his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with the softest touch.

Her voice, when it came, was a whisper. Fragile. Sacred.

"...Tae."

She swallowed, her thumb brushing the corner of his mouth.

"I've never felt so seen... so held... without even being touched." Her voice wavered slightly, and she leaned forward, pressing her forehead gently to his. "You make me feel like I belong in this world. Like... I was made to be right here. In your arms."

Taehyung's hold on her trembled faintly, her words had reached into the hollowest corners of him.

Jungkook let out a quiet breath, gathering her courage. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, then opened again, glowing with fragile trust.

She curled her fingers around his neck, pulling him just the slightest bit closer.

"Love me," she said softly, "like I've always been yours."

Taehyung let out a soft breath, one that trembled against her skin.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead first, lingering there, then one between her brows, and then another to her lips—each one unhurried, lips molding to hers with a sweetness that made her toes curl.

Jungkook melted into him, her arms winding around his neck, eyes fluttering shut as she returned the kiss just as softly.

It was warm, deep, and filled with a quiet ache that had no words, only feeling.

Taehyung shifted slightly, one hand cupping her cheek, the other trailing slowly down her side. His touch was featherlight, soothing, and she responded to it instinctively—her body leaning into every caress, every brush of his skin.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured against her lips.

Jungkook nodded, her breath catching as she whispered, "You already are."

His fingers moved with a purpose. They traced down her ribs, following her waist before venturing lower, beyond the realms of restraint.

Jungkook's breath stuttered, her fingers tightening around his biceps as his touch grew bolder.

The moment his touch dipped lower, her entire body tensed—an involuntary reaction, not of fear, but of the sheer strangeness of it all.

A new kind of vulnerability bloomed within her, raw and fragile.

Jungkook could feel her heartbeat echoing in places she'd never noticed before, feel the warmth in her cheeks spill down into her throat and her chest, tightening her breath with every inch of space he filled.

Then—his fingertips brushed against the most tender part of her.

Jungkook's breath caught.

It wasn't even pressure, just the gentlest stroke but it sent a bolt of sensation through her so sharp and sudden that her thighs instinctively tried to press closed, her back arching faintly off the mattress in response.

"Tae—" she gasped, the syllable barely formed. Her voice was thin, breathless, like she'd never spoken his name quite like that before.

Taehyung paused immediately, eyes flickering up to meet hers, his fingers now exploring with more certainty but no less care.

Jungkook's head fell back against the pillows, her chest rising with another shallow gasp.

It felt like discovering a part of herself she hadn't known existed—like Taehyung's touch was unlocking something buried beneath layers.

Her toes curled. Her fingers slid down his arms, trying to ground herself through the spiraling heat. Her breaths came in trembling waves, each one dragging a whimper from her lips.

Taehyung leaned forward, his lips brushing her cheek, then her temple. "Is this okay?" he whispered, his voice like velvet.

Jungkook nodded again, eyes fluttering shut as she whispered, "It's more than okay..."

Taehyung's eyes never left her.

With a teasing slowness, his fingertips brushed against soft pearl nestled and protected inside the delicate petals. Jungkook gasped, her legs instinctively pressing together, only for Taehyung to gently part them again, his grip possessive.

"Don't hide," he whispered, his breath hot against her cheek.

"Not tonight."

His free hand trailed up her arm, fingers tracing the delicate lines of her wrist before intertwining with hers, his silent way of cherishing her. He was in control, yes—but he wanted her to feel it too, to know she was safe in his hands, even as he unraveled her piece by piece.

He was drinking her in, the sight of her laid completely bare before him, trembling under his touch, completely at his mercy.

He had always known she was exquisite, but like this?

Like this, Jungkook was devastating.

Amidst his touch, Jungkook suddenly stilled, her brows furrowing slightly as a pout formed on her lips. Taehyung, who had been completely lost in the softness of her skin, pressing gentle kisses along her shoulder, immediately noticed the shift.

"What is it?" he murmured, his voice deep, husky, but laced with concern. He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, only to find her lips pursed, her expression conveyed flustered frustration and something adorably shy.

Jungkook wriggled a little, her bare skin pressing against the cool air, making her shiver.

"It's... unfair," she mumbled, barely above a whisper, her fingers timidly curling into nothing.

Taehyung's brows quirked. "Unfair?" he echoed, tilting his head, intrigued by her sudden complaint.

"You... you're still in pants," she whined, voice small. "And I'm just... like this..."

Her hands fidgeted, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as she struggled to find the words, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Taehyung blinked before a slow smirk graced his lips.

"Ah... I see," he hummed, dragging his fingers lazily over her arm, feeling her shudder under his touch. "So, my wife is upset because I'm overdressed?"

His teasing tone made her whine even more.

"D-Don't say it like that," Jungkook mumbled, her voice tiny as she turned her face away, as if avoiding his knowing gaze would somehow lessen her embarrassment.

But Taehyung wasn't one to let such an adorable moment slip past him. He chuckled before leaning in, nudging her nose with his own, his breath warm against her cheek.

"Hmm, I suppose you're right," he mused, pretending to consider her words seriously. "It wouldn't be fair to let my beautiful wife feel shy all by herself..."

Jungkook peeked up at him through her lashes, her pout still firmly in place, though there was now a glimmer of hope in her doe-like eyes.

"Then...?" she prodded, her voice still carrying that soft, whiny edge that made his heart clench.

Taehyung's gaze flickered downward, his smirk deepening as he took in the sight before him. Jungkook, with her legs unintentionally spread between his knees, her bare skin barely concealed by the dim light and the crushed petals beneath her, looked utterly breathtaking.

His fingers toyed with the waistband of his pants, teasingly slow. "Then..." he murmured, tilting his head as if lost in thought. "Should I make it fair, my love?"

Jungkook swallowed, her fingers twitching against the sheets. She wanted to be bold—wanted to match his confidence—but the sheer intensity in his gaze made her breathless.

She nodded, small and hesitant, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes..."

That was all the permission Taehyung needed. he undid the remaining buttons, the fabric loosening around his hips. But his eyes never left hers, watching her every reaction, savoring the way her lips parted in silent anticipation.

The moment the fabric slipped lower, exposing more of his toned thighs, she let out a tiny, sharp inhale—so quiet, yet so obvious to his ears.

Her cheeks burning furiously, her gaze darting anywhere but at him.

Taehyung bit back a grin, thoroughly enjoying the way her usual meekness amplified tenfold at such a simple action.

He stepped out of the last piece of clothing, rolling his shoulders as if it were nothing, but the moment his gaze flickered back to Jungkook, he found her curled into herself, hiding behind her hands.

"Jungkook..." he called, his voice teasing, warm.

She let out a tiny whimper in response but refused to lower her hands.

Jungkook's heart hammering wildly at the realization—they were both bare, completely exposed under the vast night sky.

Only the thin canopy curtains shielded their modesty, billowing slightly with the night breeze. The intimacy of the moment sent a rush of heat through her, making her curl further into herself.

Taehyung chuckled. "What is this? Just a second ago, my wife was pouting that I was still in pants. And now..." He trailed off, leaning closer, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Now she's hiding from me?"

Jungkook whined, shaking her head behind her palms. "D-Don't say it like that..." she mumbled.

"Then how should I say it, love?"

"I-I don't know..." she fidgeted, her knees pressing together tightly as if to make herself smaller. "I just... I didn't think you'd actually listen."

Taehyung raised a brow, amused. "What kind of husband would I be if I didn't listen to my wife's complaints?" His voice was rich with mirth, but gentle enough to coax her out of her hiding.

Jungkook peeked through her fingers, only to catch his amused, dark gaze locked onto her. It sent another wave of heat to her cheeks, and she whined, quickly shutting her eyes again.

"It's different now," she whined.

"Different how?" He leaned in, brushing the tip of his nose against her warm cheek, his breath fanning over her flushed skin.

Jungkook pursed her lips, hesitant, then huffed softly, finally lowering her hands to glare up at him with her red cheeks puffed adorably.

"Because now I feel shy..." she admitted in the smallest voice, her fingers fiddling with the sheets.

Taehyung chuckled deeply, the sound rich and warm as he cupped her cheek, tilting her face up so their eyes met. "Oh, my sweet wife..." he murmured, amusement twinkling in his gaze. "Do you want me to put them back on?"

Jungkook's eyes went wide. Without thinking, she shook her head in denial—only to freeze immediately, her lips parting in shock at what she had just done.

A mortified whimper left her as she buried her face in her hands, her ears turning a brilliant shade of red.

Taehyung blinked before breaking into a full, throaty laugh, his chest shaking as he dropped his forehead onto her shoulder.

"Oh, love, you are too precious," he grinned against her skin, his arms circling around her bare waist, pulling her closer.

Jungkook groaned, wiggling slightly in embarrassment. "D-Don't laugh," she whined, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

"I can't help it," Taehyung admitted, still grinning.
"You're so adorable, I might lose my mind,"

Jungkook wailed into her hands again, making him chuckle as he pressed kisses to her wrists, waiting patiently for her to adjust.

After all, her shyness was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

After a few minutes of acting like a whiny baby—pouting, hiding her face, and letting out tiny, embarrassed huffs—Jungkook finally shifted back, hesitantly peeking up at Taehyung through her lashes.

Her cheeks were still tinged pink, lips pursed as if she was debating something.

Taehyung raised a brow, waiting patiently, amusement never leaving his gaze. "Are you done sulking, love?"

Jungkook pouted harder, cheeks flushing. "You're being mean."

Taehyung smirked, leaning in just enough that their noses brushed. "I'm being your husband."

Jungkook swallowed, her breath hitching at the way his deep voice wrapped around that word. Her fingers curled into the sheets as she stared up at him, her lips parting slightly.

Taehyung's gaze darkened, his teasing smile softening into something more tender. "Are you going to keep hiding from me, or can I have my wife back now?" he whispered.

Jungkook blinked up at him, and after a second, she gave the tiniest, shyest nod.

Taehyung started with a kiss to her forehead, before trailing down in a path of soft kisses.

Forehead. Nose. Cherry-red lips. The exquisite mole below her lower lip.

Each touch of his lips was warm, unhurried—like he was savoring her, worshipping her.

When his mouth ghosted over her throat, Jungkook instinctively tilted her head, granting him more access. A deep hum of approval rumbled in his chest as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her delicate skin, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

His hands traced down her sides before finding the soft, squishy swells of her chest. Taehyung groaned softly, fingers flexing as he cupped them fully, kneading the tender flesh.

Jungkook gasped, her body arching into his touch, the heat in her cheeks deepening as his thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks.

"So soft..." Taehyung murmured against her collarbone, his hands molding her like she was something precious, something he could never get enough of.

Jungkook could only moan at the feeling, the airy whimpers getting dissoveled in the air.

Taehyung's descent was torturous—each kiss he left on her skin was a silent vow, a claim, a mark of devotion.

When he finally reached the small gemstone nestled in the dip of her navel, he paused, taking a moment to admire the way it shimmered under the moonlight. A smirk curled on his lips before he dipped his head, his tongue flickering out to tease the cool metal.

Jungkook gasped sharply, her fingers twitching before they found purchase in his thick locks, her nails scraping against his scalp as she trembled beneath him.

Taehyung pressed his lips around the tiny jewel, sucking gently before tugging at it with his teeth. The movement sent a shudder rippling through Jungkook, a mewl escaping her parted lips as her thighs instinctively squeezed around his sides.

His hands trailed down to the delicate butterfly waist chain adorning her, the cold metal contrasting beautifully with her warm skin.

Taehyung played with it, letting his fingers trail along the chain, his lips following right after, pressing open-mouthed kisses to every inch of exposed skin.

"Mine," he murmured against her skin, his voice full of raw possession. "Every inch of you—mine."

Jungkook could only nod weakly, lost in the overwhelming sensations, her grip on his hair tightening as if she were anchoring herself to reality.

It was overwhelming—the way he touched her, worshipped her like she was something divine.

Her legs trembled before they instinctively wrapped around his broad torso, locking him in place. She didn't even realize she had done it until she felt his low chuckle vibrating against her skin.

"Eager, aren't we?" Taehyung teased, his voice thick with amusement, though there was an unmistakable hunger laced beneath it.

Jungkook only buried her face in the sheets, embarrassed beyond belief, but her body betrayed her—her thighs clenched tighter around him, keeping him close.

Taehyung groaned at the feeling, his hands finding purchase on the curve of her hips, his thumbs tracing soothing circles as he nuzzled against her skin. "So warm," he murmured, voice dark with admiration. "So soft."

The slickness between her thighs was impossible to ignore now, clinging to her skin and dripping, making her feel even more vulnerable under his gaze.

Taehyung felt it too. He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening as his fingers trailed down, just barely skimming the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to where she ached the most.

Jungkook jolted, her body betraying her again, pushing forward, seeking more without even realizing it.

Taehyung dipped his head once more, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of her stomach, his tongue flicking over the butterfly charms of her waist chain before his lips trailed even lower.

Jungkook gasped sharply, her back arching, the heat between them becoming unbearable.

"Taehyung," she whispered, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.

His breath hitched. His grip on her thighs tightened.

And then—

"I've got you, love," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "Just trust me."

The husband moved closer, nosing the nestled pearl with his pointed nose. Jungkook swore, every tiny hair of her body stood courtesy to her husband's merciless actions.

Unable to bear the torture of the warm breaths, Jungkook act on her instincts. Her fingers curled around Taehyung's nape hair and she pushed his head straight into the forbidden territory.

"F**k, Jungkook," Taehyung's deep voice, pulsed against her trembling wet petals.

Taehyung swear he just saw the paradise. Jungkook, too, moan loudly feeling his warm lips on her bare flower.

Grabbing the opportunity, Taehyung licked a long strip from quivering hole to the pearl on the crown. Jungkook's eyes shut tightly, string of sweet tears rolled down her temple, her luscious swollen lip got bitten by her teeth.

"Damn, darling," he murmured, his voice rough and filled with a raw intensity. "You drive me crazy. So sweet, in every single place."

The timbre of his voice sent a shiver through Jungkook, her cheeks flushing at the hunger in his gaze. Taehyung's strong hands gripped her thick pale thighs firmly, parting them gently, opening the doors of the forbidden territory.

Jungkook's breath hitched the moment Taehyung's mouth found her again, but this time, something in his pace shifted—deeper, more purposeful.

Still gentle, still careful, but his devotion now carried a quiet hunger, as if the more of her he tasted, the more he needed to give.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, fingers curling as her spine arched off the bed.

"Tae..." she whispered, her voice a soft tremble, barely there—his name fell from her lips like a prayer.

Taehyung didn't stop. He held her as if she were fragile glass, his hands spreading across her waist, steadying her as her hips gave a soft jerk.

Jungkook's head rolled against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as she let herself be undone beneath him. Her body moved, seeking more, needing more.

His pace built slowly, inch by inch, matching the rise of her soft gasps. And then he moaned quietly against her, the sound so low that her breath caught again. That sound—like he was the one overwhelmed.

She didn't even realize she was crying until his hands slipped up to wipe her cheeks.

Tears of something too big for words. Something like love.

He leaned in, his lips capturing the flower in a searing kiss that left her breathless, the taste of his desire evident in the way his mouth moved against her core.

His broad shoulders and strong frame hovered over her protectively, every inch of him radiating a masculine energy that made her heart flutter and her body react.

His tongue made Jungkook go crazy in pleasure, making her mind clouded with the thoughts of his hands and his tongue. Jungkook locked Taehyung's head between her pale thighs when the husband slurped sharply.

Taehyung groaned when Jungkook's thighs tightened around his head, trapping him with a desperation that sent a raw thrill through his veins. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her impossibly closer, his control fraying at the edges.

A sharp gasp tore from Jungkook's lips as he slurped, the sinful sound sending a violent shiver through her frame. Her back arched, fingers twisting into his thick locks, pulling—guiding—silently pleading for more.

"Taehyung—" she whimpered, voice breathy, broken.

That was all it took.

A deep moan rumbled in his chest as he obeyed her unspoken demand, his movements growing feverish. He was utterly, devastatingly lost in her, in the taste of her, in the way her body trembled beneath him.

His broad shoulders kept her pinned to the bed, making sure she had nowhere to run, no escape from the pleasure building rapidly inside her.

Jungkook's head tossed back, tears clinging to her lashes as her body quaked, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his worship. Her legs trembled against his shoulders, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Too much," she whimpered, her fingers loosening slightly in his hair.

Taehyung pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes gleaming with something almost predatory. His lips were slick, his breath ragged.

"Too much?" he echoed, voice hoarse, teasing. His thumb stroked slow, lazy circles against her thigh. "Then why are you still holding me so tightly, hmm?"

Jungkook's face burned, but she couldn't answer—her body betrayed her, still pulsing, still seeking him.

Taehyung smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to her trembling inner thigh.

"Let me take care of you, love," he whispered. And then, without another word, he claimed her again, this time determined to push her beyond the stars.

Jungkook's breath caught in her throat as his words melted against her skin like silk. Her fingers twitched against the sheets, unsure whether to hold on or let go.

Her legs quivered gently around his shoulders, the warmth of his breath brushing her like a breeze and setting every nerve alight.

She tried to stifle the moan that slipped past her lips, pressing her hand over her mouth, cheeks glowing with embarrassment even in the dim room. Her head turned to the side, eyes shut tight, trying to make sense of the storm within her.

But there was no running from it. No hiding from the way her hips subtly rose to meet him, seeking him even as her mind struggled to catch up.

"Taehyung," she breathed, almost like a sob, her voice caught between plea and disbelief. Her other hand reached down, lightly grazing his shoulder—just to feel that he was still there. That this wasn't some fragile dream.

He murmured something low, something she couldn't quite make out, and it only made her heart beat faster. Her toes curled, her thighs tightening for a moment before falling open again, trembling.

It was too much, yes. But it was also not enough.

Not when his every motion felt like poetry being written across her skin.

As he deepened his rhythm, her voice finally broke free again.

Soft gasps.
Quiet, breathless moans.

His name whispered like a secret over and over, clutched between each heartbeat. She turned her head again, pressing her cheek into the pillow, her lashes damp as emotion crested inside her like a rising tide.

After minutes of indulgence—of licking, teasing, and savoring—Taehyung felt the shift in Jungkook's body.

Her breath came in rapid, uneven gasps, her body winding tighter and tighter, as if she was reaching for something just out of her grasp.

"T-Tae, I..." Her voice was barely a whisper, broken between ragged breaths. "M-move..."

Jungkook tried—tried to push at his shoulders, her hands weak, her body overwhelmed by the unfamiliar, mounting pressure within her.

But Taehyung didn't budge.

He remained there, right at the edge of her fountain, lips hovering, breath hot against her trembling core. His hands spread over her thighs.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice thick, deep, and soothing despite the hunger burning in his eyes. "Just let go, love. I've got you."

Jungkook whimpered, her nails digging into his scalp, desperate, lost.

Taehyung pressed one last, lingering kiss, then parted his lips and took her apart completely.

A broken sob tore from Jungkook's lips as the tension inside her snapped, waves of white-hot pleasure crashing over her. She trembled beneath him, her legs clenching around his shoulders before going slack, her body utterly spent.

Jungkook didn't speak, couldn't speak. Her body spoke for her. In every tremor. Every sigh. Every trembling grasp.

And Taehyung... he listened. Worshipped.

He held her there, gently, firmly, while she unraveled—softly, slowly, beautifully—in the safety of his arms and mouth.

And when the stars finally spilled behind her eyes, when her body went slack from the sheer depth of it all, her fingers drifted back to his hair and threaded through it once more.

A quiet thank you. A wordless surrender.

He didn't move right away. He just rested his cheek against her thigh, breathing her in, letting her come down gently.

Jungkook turned her head toward him, still breathless, eyes searching. And when he reached her again, leaning over her with his face framed by the glow of moonlight, she saw something unguarded in his expression—something raw and devoted.

He cupped her cheek gently, thumb brushing just beneath her eye as if to chase away the tear she hadn't noticed had fallen.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and thick with feeling.

Her lips parted, a soft sound escaping—part laugh, part disbelief. "You make me feel like I am," she whispered, her voice hoarse but honest.

Taehyung leaned in, touching his forehead to hers. "That's because you are."

Jungkook's eyes fluttered shut, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, fragile and real. She tilted her head up just enough to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth—a soft kiss that said more than words could manage.

His heart stopped for a second when he saw the most dangerous sight, his wife on the bed, sinful yet adorable. The dreamy and daze look of the beauty on his bed, cheeks heavily flushed with faint layer of sweat on her body.

Taehyung bring his fingers to her lips.

"Suck them," he commanded softly.

His fingers glistened in the soft light, tempting and dangerous as they hovered near her red, luscious lips, still parted from the breathless moment they shared.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, her lips trembling, before something shifted inside her.

Slowly, she sat up from her reclined position, closing the space between them. Her bare chest brushed against his firm one, sending a jolt of awareness through her.

Taehyung's breath stilled.

Her bare skin met the warmth of his chest, and she breathed in deeply—his scent, his nearness, his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek.

Her arms wound around his neck again, more firmly this time, as if she could anchor herself to him through touch alone.

Her fingers began to move, caressing the curve of his shoulder, then gliding down the sculpted slope of his bicep.

"I want to stay right here," she murmured, her voice barely a breath. "So close that nothing in the world could fit between us."

Taehyung's arms tightened around her instinctively, his fingers pressing into the small of her back. He didn't speak.

His body answered for him, curling protectively around her like he could shield her from everything outside this moment.

Jungkook tilted her face up, her nose brushing along his jaw as her lips ghosted over the skin there.

"I need you," Jungkook whispered, not in plea, but in truth. "Not just now... always."

Her cheek pressed lightly against his heart, listening to its thunderous beat. She smiled faintly to herself.

"You always stay so calm," she whispered, her voice soft and trembly against his chest.

"I'm not calm right now," he murmured, his voice like gravel wrapped in silk, one hand gently settling on the small of her back.

"Not when you're looking at me like that. Not when you're touching me like you're memorizing every part."

She leaned up, her hands resting over his heart, her eyes gazing into his with quiet fire. "I am memorizing you," she said. "Because I don't want to forget what this feels like—being close to you."

Then, with slow intention, she rose on her knees and pressed herself fully into his embrace. Her arms slipped around his neck, her lips brushing along the edge of his jaw—a touch so featherlight it almost didn't register, but it was there.

The kind of touch that spoke volumes.

Taehyung's jaw clenched, his free arm tightening around her waist, pulling her further into him, until there was no space left to spare.

Jungkook sighed, a soft whimper escaping her lips—barely a sound, but enough to draw his gaze back to hers. Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, biting her lower lip as though caught in a moment too big for her heart to hold.

"I like when you hold me like this," she whispered, pressing her cheek to his chest, her arms wrapping around his back as though she feared he'd disappear.

Taehyung exhaled slowly, pressing a hand to the back of her head, cradling her there. "You're teasing me, my love," he murmured against her temple, his voice thick.

"I'm not," she replied, almost too innocently. "Not really."

Then she lifted her head again, rising onto her toes to nuzzle beneath his jaw, her lips brushing feather-light against his throat in a way that made him tremble.

Jungkook didn't understand the fire she was feeding—at least not fully.

But her heart knew. Her longing showed in the way she clung, in the way her breath stuttered whenever his hands shifted, in the silent plea wrapped in her gentle touch.

And Taehyung... he could only worship.

Then, ever so gently, her lips parted, accepting his fingers with a shy boldness that sent his control unraveling, thread by thread.

Taehyung's breath caught, his gaze fixed on her, his chest tightening at the sight of her innocence mixed with the subtle desire in her actions.

Jungkook's delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist, holding him steady as she took his fingers deeper into her mouth. Her lips closed around them, her tongue flicking over the pads of his fingertips in an unintentional tease.

Taehyung's jaw clenched. His other hand resting against her waist, gripped her tighter, fingers digging into her soft skin as he fought for restraint.

Jungkook was killing him.

Her lashes fluttered as she gazed up at him through her thick, dark fringe, doe eyes filled with something achingly pure yet tainted with the trust she placed in him.

His fingers twitched against her tongue. She didn't pull away. Instead, she sucked a little harder, her own grip on his wrist tightening as if seeking some form of grounding against the intensity of the moment.

"Jungkook," he rasped, his voice almost unrecognizable.

She hummed softly, a barely-there sound, but it sent a violent shudder down his spine. His control, already threadbare, snapped entirely when she finally pulled back, lips parting with a soft pop as his fingers slipped free.

His gaze dropped to her mouth—rosy, damp, and slightly swollen from her ministrations.

Jungkook's chest rose and fell with each breath, her eyes flickering to meet his. She was unsure, tentative, but there was also a confidence that he could see in her eyes, something that made her even more beautiful in his eyes.

Taehyung gripped Jungkook's waist and laid her onto the bed, his body following immediately, caging her beneath him. A startled gasp left her lips, but it quickly turned into a breathless giggle as Jungkook landed against the soft sheets, her hair fanning around her like a halo.

Taehyung hovered above her, his hands braced on either side of her head, his gaze dark and unreadable. But then—his lips curled into a slow smirk.

"Fireball," he murmured, brushing his nose against hers. "You thought you could tease me and get away with it?"

Jungkook's breath stuttered as his weight pressed against her. Her hands instinctively came up, fingers tracing over his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath them.

"I-I wasn't teasing," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Taehyung's chuckle was deep, sending a shiver down her spine. "Oh, you were."

His hand moved, fingertips trailing down the curve of her waist before gripping her hip, pulling her flush against him. The sudden closeness made Jungkook gasp, her fingers digging into his biceps.

Taehyung dipped his head lower, lips grazing over her cheek before he whispered near her ear, his voice a mix of warning and promise—

"Now, let me show you what happens when you play with fire."

Taehyung slid his index finger down to his pearl, inducing a series of moans from Jungkook. Then, Taehyung moved his finger, skillfully navigating up and down on the sensitive peak.

Dainty body shaking in pleasure, Jungkook fisted the soft sheet, clenching the flowers. Taehyung moved really slowly making Jungkook whimper at the pace, and then he reached the tiny entrance not visible by the trembling petals.

He unhurriedly moved his finger around the tiny entrance, making Jungkook clench over nothing and moan out loudly. Slowly, he entered his finger inside. Jungkook squirmed in his place.

"Ah! T-Tae....f-feel weird!" Jungkook hissed at the intrusion, it felt odd and weird.

Taehyung immediately stilled at her words, his brows knitting together in concern. His strong hands gently cupped her cheeks, thumbs brushing soothingly over her flushed skin. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling back to meet her gaze.

"Shh, darling," he murmured.

Taehyung's finger moved skillfully in every direction and exploring various angles to discover the soft bundle of nerves that would send waves of pleasure through Jungkook's body.

"Ahhhhh!"

Jungkook's sharp cry echoed in the rooftop. She clutched the pillow beneath her head, fingers interlaced in a tight grip.

Taehyung directly hit that spot repeatedly. Jungkook whimper vocally at the sensitivity and thrash on the bed. Satisfaction danced in his charcoal eyes as he watched the beautiful mess of pleasure beneath him. He felt proud of himself for giving his wife this taste of pleasure.

Taehyung intensified his pace, moving his fingers fastly. Jungkook's hands clenched the strong, bulky biceps of the husband.

Then, Taehyung felt the constant clenched around his finger and understood that his wife was near, he immediately withdrew his finger. On the other hand, the wreaked beauty was so lost in the daze that she didn't notice the change.

Crystal clear tears continuously left her glassy orbs, bruised lips quivering and trembling. Jungkook's teary gaze met Taehyung.

Taehyung's breath hitched as he took in the sight before him—the love of his life trembling beneath him, her fragile form adorned in the aftermath of their passion. His chest tightened, an overwhelming mixture of emotions crashing into him all at once.

Ecstasy.

The sheer, unfiltered bliss of having her this close, of being the only one allowed to witness her in such a vulnerable state.

The way she looked at him, eyes glazed and lips trembling, sent a rush of possessiveness through his veins. She was his. Entirely his.

But then—guilt.

The delicate tear tracks staining her cheeks made his stomach coil. Had he been too lost in the moment? Had he let his own desire overshadow her comfort? His strong hands, which had moments ago held her so firmly, now hesitated.

A frown tugged at his lips as he cupped her face, brushing away the fresh tears.

"Jungkook..." His voice was hoarse, thick with emotion as he searched her gaze, his own heart pounding against his ribs. "Did I—was I too much?"

Jungkook blinked up at him, her vision blurred by the unshed tears that clung to her lashes.

For a moment, she remained silent, simply taking in the sight of her husband—the man who held her as if she were the most delicate thing in the world, as if one wrong move could shatter her. His brows were knitted in concern, his strong hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face, awaiting her response with bated breath.

Slowly, she reached for him, her fingers weak but determined as they curled around his wrist.

"Tae..." she whispered, her voice hoarse yet filled with so much emotion that it made his breath hitch. "You could never hurt me."

His eyes widened slightly, but she continued before he could argue, her other hand pressing against his bare chest, feeling the rapid thumping of his heart beneath her palm.

"I'm not crying because I'm hurt," she reassured, her lips quivering into the smallest smile. "I— I feel blessed."

Taehyung's brows furrowed, the conflicting emotions in his chest still warring against each other, but she tightened her grip on him, her gaze focused despite the tears still clinging to her lashes.

"This... this is something only you could give me," she admitted. "I've never felt this safe before, this cherished. You love me so much that it overwhelms me, Tae."

A fresh tear slipped down her cheek, but this time, it wasn't one of distress—it was one of pure, unfiltered happiness.

Taehyung felt his breath catch in his throat. His guilt, the hesitation that had clouded his heart, all melted away at her words.

A shaky exhale left him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, holding her so close that not even air could pass between them.

"You're everything to me, Jungkook," he whispered against her skin, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder. "I just never want to see you in pain."

Jungkook let out a soft laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer.

"Then you don't have to worry," she murmured, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth, her touch featherlight. "Because all I feel right now... is love."

A deep hum rumbled in Taehyung's chest, his grip tightening as he kissed away the remnants of her tears.

Taehyung let out a long breath. His lips quirked into a small, relieved smile as he brushed his nose against hers in an affectionate nuzzle.

"You're going to be the death of me, Mrs. Kim," he murmured, his voice husky but laced with fondness.

Jungkook let out a soft giggle, her cheeks heating at his words. "Then I'll bring you back to life with kisses," she declared, before puckering her lips and pressing a tiny, exaggerated kiss to his cheek.

Taehyung chuckled, the deep sound vibrating against her skin.

"Only one?" he teased, raising a brow. "That's hardly enough to revive me, darling."

Jungkook scrunched her nose, pretending to think. "Hmm, you might be right..." She suddenly attacked his face with kisses—tiny, rapid pecks across his cheeks, his jaw, and even the tip of his nose.

Taehyung laughed and tightened his hold around her waist.

"Now that's more like it," he hummed in satisfaction, tracing his fingers down her bare arm in slow strokes.

Jungkook sighed contentedly. "You make me feel so special," she murmured, tracing tiny circles on his skin with her fingertip.

Taehyung kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering there. "That's because you are, love," he whispered. "My precious, smol wife."

Jungkook huffed, lifting her head slightly to glare at him. "I'm not smol!"

"You are," he countered, grinning. "Smol enough to fit perfectly in my arms."

She pouted, but her heart fluttered at his words.

"I don't think I like you anymore," Jungkook grumbled, turning her face away dramatically.

Taehyung gasped, placing a hand over his chest in mock hurt. "You wound me, Mrs. Kim." He rolled her over again, caging her beneath him, his gaze soft yet playful. "Should I remind you how much you love me?"

Jungkook's lips twitched, trying to fight back a smile. "Hmm... maybe."

Taehyung leaned in, peppering her face with kisses once more, making her squeal and laugh as she wriggled beneath him.

Then, after a WWE of kisses, Taehyung let out a satisfied sigh, his fingers lazily brushing through Jungkook's tousled hair as he admired the dazed look on her delicate face. Her lips were still slightly parted, her chest rising and falling in slow breaths, and her long lashes fluttered every now and then as she peeked up at him with wide, questioning eyes.

A small chuckle escaped him at how adorably confused she looked. His beautiful wife—so innocent, so trusting, and completely unaware of just how deeply she had him wrapped around her little finger.

Then, without a word, Taehyung reached behind him, grabbing one of the plush pillows from the bed. Jungkook watched curiously as he fluffed it a little, then, with the utmost gentleness, he slipped a warm hand beneath her waist, lifting her slightly before sliding the pillow underneath her.

Jungkook blinked, momentarily stunned by the action. She turned her head, looking down at the soft cushion now resting beneath her lower back, before shifting her gaze back to him, her brows knitting together in confusion.

"Tae?" Her voice was small, uncertain.

He hummed, smoothing his palm over her waist before leaning down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Just making sure my wife is comfortable," he murmured against her skin.

Jungkook felt her heart flutter, her cheeks warming as she blinked up at him.

Taehyung's lips pressed softly against Jungkook's forehead, staying for a moment before trailing down to her temple, then her cheek.

Jungkook's breath hitched as she clung to his shoulders, her heart pounding against his chest.

"Look at me, love," Taehyung murmured.

Jungkook met his gaze, her doe-like eyes wide, filled with trust. Taehyung's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips as he leaned in, pressing another kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"I'm here," he whispered. "With you. Always."

Jungkook swallowed, her lashes fluttering as she nodded slightly, her fingers tightening against his skin.

And then, with the utmost care, Taehyung kissed her once more—a warning, a plea, a promise—before he moved, allowing her body to adjust, to take him in without haste.

A mewl escaped the wife's swollen red lips as she felt a foreign touch on her most sensitive part. Taehyung muttered few curses under his breath as he guided himself inside the forbidden territory.

Jungkook's breath hitched as she felt a slight discomfort, the unfamiliar sensation causing her to cry. Her dainty hands clung to her husband's broad shoulders, her fingers trembling slightly.

Taehyung groaned lowly, his grip tightening around her waist as he moved with painstaking gentleness.

"You're so warm, love," he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple. His voice was rough, barely controlled, yet filled with a tenderness that made Jungkook's heart flutter.

She let out another soft mewl, her lashes damp as she blinked up at him. Taehyung let out a deep, shaky breath, his forehead pressing against hers as he gave her time to adjust.

"Shh, I've got you," he soothed, his hand stroking her back. He pressed gentle kisses to her cheek, her nose, her swollen lips, whispering praises in between.

A soft tear slipped from the corner of her eye. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to steady herself, her heart racing in her chest.

Taehyung pushed it inside slowly, he looked up to Jungkook who was holding her breath in suspense and when Taehyung saw no discomfort he pushed it in more.

Jungkook's shrill cry echoed through the space as she writhed beneath Taehyung. Tears flowed from her eyes, glistening in the silver glow of moonlight.

Taehyung responded with a deep grunt at the intersection of their bodies. The moonlight was completing bathing them, covering their fused bodies in the silver as if giving the blessing to the union.

"F**k Jungkook!"

Taehyung groaned Jungkook's name, his voice deep and strained, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jungkook found it unbearably hot—the way he said her name, rough and needy, as if she was the only thing keeping him sane. A blush crept down her neck, her fingers trembling as they gripped onto his biceps.

"Tae..." she whispered, her voice laced with something shy yet undeniably captivated.

Taehyung let out a breathy chuckle, pressing a lingering kiss to her jaw. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin.

Jungkook's breath hitched, but she refused to answer, turning her head away slightly.

Taehyung wasn't having it. He dipped lower, his warm breath fanning against her ear. "Say it," he coaxed, his tone gentle yet teasing.

Jungkook hesitated before whispering, "I... I do." Her voice was barely above a breath, but it was enough to make Taehyung groan again, burying his face into her shoulder.

"God, Jungkook," he rasped, his hands tightening around her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer.

Jungkook felt her heart race at the sound, her fingers tangling in his hair as warmth spread through her like wildfire. Taehyung moaning her name like that—so manly, so desperate—it was enough to make her dizzy.

"Tae..." she whimpered, her breath hitching as she felt him fully settled within her. It was unfamiliar, overwhelming—but with him, she felt safe.

Taehyung began to move his hips at a very slow pace, and then Jungkook moved forward and captured his lips. Taehyung felt that walls were losing up slowly, so he fastened his pace a little, that's when Jungkook whimpered.

"Taeeeee..."

Taehyung instantly froze at Jungkook's sudden cry, his grip on her tightening as concern flashed across his features. His heart clenched, battling the euphoria coursing through him with the need to ensure she was okay.

His large hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing against her heated cheeks as he searched her expression. "Jungkook," he murmured.

Jungkook's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her lips parted as she stared up at him with glossy eyes. She blinked, her hands sliding from his shoulders to clutch at his nape.

"It... it feels strange," Jungkook hurriedly shook her head, cultching Taehyung's shoulder when she felt him moving out, "but not bad."

Taehyung's lips curling into a soft smile. He leaned down, brushing his nose against hers before capturing her lips in a slow kiss.

"Alright, love," he whispered against her mouth. "I'll be gentle."

His hands trailed down, gripping her waist as he resumed his movements, this time keeping them slow and measured. He never once took his eyes off her, watching every emotion that crossed her face, ensuring she was still with him.

Jungkook gasped, her lashes fluttering as she gradually adjusted, her body molding into his touch. Her grip on him loosened, and her breaths, though shaky, turned softer, almost needier.

Taehyung smiled slightly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "See?" he murmured. "You're doing so well."

Jungkook whimpered at his praise, her fingers trailing down his spine. "Tae..." she breathed, her voice laced with newfound warmth.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Taehyung's pace was slow, his every move careful as he focused entirely on Jungkook's comfort. But just as he was about to praise her again, a sudden whine escaped her lips—high-pitched and needy.

"Tae..." Jungkook whimpered, her voice small yet demanding. "F-Faster..."

His brows lifted in surprise as he watched Jungkook squirm beneath him, her hands gripping onto his shoulders tighter.

Taehyung blinked. Once. Twice.

His mind short-circuited for a moment. Just a second ago, Jungkook had been struggling, shyly clutching onto him. And now—now she was whining, demanding more.

"W-What?" he stammered, utterly baffled by the sudden shift. He wasn't expecting that at all.

Jungkook squirmed again, her lips forming a small pout as she huffed.

"I-It's too slow," she mumbled, her cheeks tinted a deep red but her desperation was impossible to hide.

Taehyung almost choked on air. His eyes widened comically as his mouth parted in pure shock. "But—Koo—you just—" He was at a loss for words.

One second she was trembling, the next she was whining for him to go faster?

He tilted his head, blinking down at her in adorable confusion. His mind raced, trying to comprehend her sudden mood swing. Jungkook buried her face against his chest, groaning.

"I don't know!" she whined, her voice muffled. "It just—ugh! Stop talking and—just move!"

Taehyung's jaw dropped slightly. Did she just scold him?

His lips twitched, a breathless chuckle escaping him. "Oh, wow. My shy little wife is scolding me now?" he teased, his amusement evident in his tone.

Jungkook groaned louder, hitting his shoulder weakly. "Tae! Stop teasing me!"

He laughed softly, his heart swelling at how utterly adorable she was. This—this was what he loved the most. Seeing his wife so unfiltered, so raw with emotion, trusting him enough to let her true feelings spill out.

With a playful smirk, he leaned down, nuzzling into her flushed cheek. "Alright, alright," he murmured, voice dripping with affection.

"Your wish is my command, Mrs. Kim."

And just like that, he complied.

The moment Taehyung actually listened to her and picked up his pace, Jungkook's entire body jerked, her fingers clutching onto him as a startled cry spilled past her lips. Her lips trembled, her nails digging slightly into his shoulders as she gasped.

"W-Wait! T-Tae!" Jungkook squeaked, her voice a high-pitched plea, her toes curling against the sheets.

But Taehyung didn't stop, not yet. His sharp eyes flickered down to her face, watching as she squirmed beneath him, her dainty hands fisting the fabric of the sheets before clutching onto him again like she didn't know where to hold on.

His lips curled into a cruel smirk.

"Wait?" he repeated, his deep voice dripping with amusement. "But weren't you the one who was whining just a moment ago, telling me to go faster?"

His warm breath fanned against her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jungkook's entire face burned.

Oh no. Oh no.

She peeked up at him through her thick lashes, her eyes wide and glassy with regret. "I-I didn't mean it like that," she stammered, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "I just—I wasn't thinking! I don't know what came over me—"

Taehyung let out a deep chuckle, his lips pressing a teasing kiss to her temple.

"Mmm, but you sounded so sure, Mrs. Kim," he mused, his voice dripping with fond mischief. "So needy. So desperate." He tsked, shaking his head as he traced the curve of her cheek with his nose. "And now you're regretting it?"

Jungkook groaned, burying her burning face into his shoulder. She wanted to disappear. Just moments ago, she had been the one demanding more, acting all desperate like a fool. And now? Now she felt like she had bitten off way more than she could chew.

"I take it back," she whispered against his skin.

Taehyung's smirk widened. He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against her ear as he hummed, "Too late for that now, darling."

Jungkook let out a tiny, pitiful whimper, squirming in embarrassment. She peeked up at him again, hoping—just maybe—he'd have mercy on her.

But her husband?

Her very, very masculine, infuriatingly smug husband?

Oh, he was enjoying this far too much.

Her lips wobbled into a tiny pout as she clenched her fists against his chest. "You're so mean," she mumbled, her voice sulky, her face still hidden in his shoulder.

Taehyung chuckled, unable to help himself. She was too adorable, too precious. With a soft smile, he loosened his grip slightly, his hand cupping the back of her head as he pressed a series of sweet kisses along her forehead, her temple, down to her cheek.

"My darling wife," he murmured against her skin. "How could I ever be mean to you?" He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze soft yet playful. "You just make it too easy to tease you."

Jungkook huffed, trying to glare at him despite the heat rising in her cheeks.

"Bad husban—ah!"

Taehyung rolled his hips just as she spoke, stealing her breath away in an instant. Her nails dug into his shoulders as a whimper slipped past her lips, the sentence she was forming completely lost.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Taehyung's chest. "You were saying, love?" he teased, slowing down deliberately, his hands gripping her waist, keeping her still beneath him.

Jungkook sucked in a shaky breath, blinking up at him through glassy eyes. "I-I hate you," she whined, her lips trembling, hands clutching onto him desperately.

Taehyung merely smirked. "Really?" he mused, before shifting his angle slightly and pushing deeper.

Jungkook's eyes widened, her back arching as a sharp gasp escaped her lips. "T-Taehyung!" she squeaked, her voice breaking into a helpless moan.

The man above her groaned at the sound, his grip tightening on her soft skin. "Damn it, Jungkook," he rasped, pressing his forehead against hers, his movements slowing for just a second. "Do you even know what you do to me?"

Jungkook pouted deeper, her lips pressing into a thin line. She was already so embarrassed, and now he was torturing her like this? "Tae..." she whined, trying to glare at him but failing miserably because of how flustered she was.

Taehyung simply grinned, pressing another lingering kiss to her nose. "Shh, don't pout, my love," he cooed, brushing his fingers through her damp hair.

Jungkook groaned, hiding her face in his chest again, regretting her earlier words even more. Her husband was never going to let her live this down.

Taehyung's firm hands grasped Jungkook's soft thighs as he adjusted her position. Jungkook barely had time to process before the shift sent a wave of overwhelming sensation crashing over her. Her head tipped back against the pillow, lips parting as a sharp gasp escaped her.

"T-Tae," she stammered, her hands flying to his arms, her fingers digging into the firm muscles there.

Taehyung groaned lowly, watching her reaction with dark, hooded eyes. "Too much?" he murmured, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against her flushed skin.

Jungkook's head shook frantically, her hair fanning out against the pillows. "N-No," she whimpered, blinking up at him through dazed, teary eyes. "J-Just... feels—"

Before she could finish, Taehyung moved again. A deep roll of his hips sent a shudder through her small frame, cutting off her words entirely. Her back arched, her lips parting as a choked sound escaped her.

"Feels what?" Taehyung mused, his voice low and teasing, though there was a raw edge to it. His grip on her thighs tightened as he leaned down, his nose brushing against hers.

"Come on, love, use your words."

Jungkook whimpered, her nails dragging against his skin. "F-Feels—ah—good," she gasped out, her voice barely above a breath.

Taehyung groaned, his forehead pressing against hers. "Yeah?" he rasped. "Then take it."

And with that, he moved again, sending Jungkook spiraling into pure, wordless bliss. Her fingers fisted the sheets, her back arching slightly as a spark of heat spread through her limbs.

For a fleeting moment, Jungkook swore she saw stars dancing behind her closed eyelids, her vision hazy with pleasure.

Jungkook gasped, her breath catching in her throat as a deep sensation spread through her. She felt full—so full that her fingers instinctively clutched at Taehyung's biceps, nails digging lightly into his taut muscles.

A whimper left her lips, her head tilting back as her body adjusted to the stretch, her mind swimming in a haze of warmth.

Her legs instinctively wrapped tighter around Taehyung's waist, her calves pressing against his lower back, trying to pull him closer. She wasn't even aware of her own movements until she felt the shift, a new depth that made her entire body jolt.

Her breath hitched, a broken moan slipping past her lips as she buried her face into the crook of Taehyung's neck who groaned hard at his wife's actions.

Taehyung exhaled deeply, his lips pressing slow kisses along her temple and down to her cheek. Jungkook's breath shuddered as she tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting his. His dark eyes, filled with both passion and restraint, searched hers.

Jungkook's delicate body was adorned with soft petals that clung to her damp skin like nature itself had claimed her. Her long lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she struggled to catch her breath.

She looked ethereal—like a dream, fragile and utterly breathtaking.

Taehyung was losing himself.

Restraint had been his last thread of sanity, but in the face of Jungkook—his delicate wife, trembling and laid bare beneath him, adorned in petals that had no right to touch her—he broke.

Completely. Utterly. There was no holding back anymore.

His grip tightened around her hips, fingers pressing into the soft dips of her waist as he moved, chasing the overwhelming euphoria that gripped him. His muscles flexed with every motion, broad shoulders looming over her fragile frame.

His intense gaze never shifted from her, drinking in every tiny reaction—the way her chest heaved, how her lashes fluttered against flushed cheeks, how she gasped with every motion that sent sparks through her body.

His self-control burned away in the heat of her touch, his body moving instinctively, seeking more, taking more. He gritted his teeth, his grip tightening around her slender waist, the contrast of his firm hands against her soft skin making his head spin.

A deep groan rumbled in his throat as he fought to keep himself sane. His arms caged around her protectively, his large palm splayed across her lower back, holding her in place.

The thought of anything else, anyone else, holding her—touching her—sent an irrational surge of jealousy through his veins. His jaw clenched as his eyes flickered to the petals still clinging to her glistening skin, mocking him.

Those damned petals.

The delicate pink blossoms, caught between her fingers, as if she had unknowingly chosen them instead of him.

How dare mere petals be held by his wife when her hands belonged to him?

He didn't like it.

Didn't like how even something as meaningless as petals were allowed to rest against her skin, while he—her husband—was left craving more.

With a swift motion, he grasped her wrist, pried her fingers open, letting the petals drift away, forgotten. Instead, he guided her dainty hand to his broad shoulder, pressing her palm firmly against his skin. His dark eyes bore into hers, his voice low and commanding yet filled with raw affection.

"Use me," he murmured, his breath warm against her flushed cheek. "Not the petals, not anything else—just me."

Jungkook, still hazy and lost in the intensity of it all, blinked up at him, her fingers instinctively curling against his shoulder. Her breath hitched as she timidly tightened her hold, her nails pressing lightly into his flesh, her innocent submission sending Taehyung further into madness.

That was all he needed.

A groan tore from his lips as he moved faster, chasing the high that threatened to consume him whole. His biceps flexed with every motion, veins prominent as his strength surrounded her, possessed her.

Jungkook's hazy mind barely had time to piece things together before another sharp movement had her crying out. Her fingers curled helplessly around his wrists, gripping onto the only solid thing she could find.

She realized it then—Taehyung was taking his due.

For every time she had teased him. For every time she had giggled, batting her lashes, then walked away, leaving him wanting. For every time she had smirked, knowing exactly how she affected him, before slipping out of his reach.

Now, he was making her pay for it.

"T-Tae—" her voice trembled, her nails digging into his skin, though she wasn't sure if she was pleading or just calling out his name in desperation.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, his breath hot against her damp skin. "What is it, Mrs kim?" he murmured, his voice rough, teasing. "Not so cheeky now, are we?"

Jungkook's lips parted, but nothing came out—only a soft, breathy whimper.

"Thought so," Taehyung grunted, his jaw clenching, his grip tightening around her thighs. His strength surrounded her, possessed her, his arms caging her in, muscles flexing with each controlled movement. His biceps framed her small body, veins prominent beneath the sheen of sweat on his skin.

Jungkook felt completely enveloped, drowned in him—his touch, his scent, his overwhelming presence.

She had never stood a chance.

His lips found hers in a desperate kiss, swallowing every gasp, every tiny whimper. His fingers tangled in her damp locks, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, to claim her completely.

Jungkook's soft sobs filled the air, her delicate frame trembling beneath him as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her hands, usually so gentle, were now desperate—clutching, grasping, scratching at the broad expanse of Taehyung's alpha-built body.

Her nails scraped down his flexed biceps, leaving behind faint, red trails against his sun-kissed skin. Taehyung welcomed the sting, craved the way she sought him out in her bliss, holding onto him as if he were her only tether to reality.

"Jungkook," he moaned, voice thick with restrained desire, his dark eyes locking onto her tear-streaked face.

She was stunning. A mess of flushed cheeks, quivering lips, and glassy, overwhelmed eyes. Tears clung to her lashes, slipping down her temple as she buried her face into his neck, her sobs muffled against his skin.

"Tae—Tae—" she hiccupped, fingers tightening around his shoulder blades, pressing into his muscles.

His large hands framed her waist, guiding her gently, ensuring she felt nothing but comfort in his embrace. His lips found her temple, then her damp cheek, kissing away the fallen tears .

His lips trailed down to her jaw, then to her pulse point, pressing a kiss there before whispering against her skin.

"You're doing so well, my love."

Jungkook whimpered at his praise, her fingers twitching against his back before pressing harder. She could feel every muscle of his powerful frame working, the tension in his shoulders, the sheer strength that surrounded her.

And yet, despite all of that, he held her with such gentleness.

Jungkook felt cherished. Treasured. Blessed.

Through her hazy, pleasure-laced mind, she managed to whisper, "I love you," the words escaping in a shaky breath against his collarbone.

Taehyung cupped her face with both hands, lifting it so he could look into her teary eyes. His own gaze softened, it made Jungkook's heart clench.

"I love you more," he whispered before capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss—one that spoke of nothing but love, devotion, and the promise of forever.

Jungkook's breath hitched, her lips parting as an unfamiliar yet overwhelming sensation coiled deep in her stomach. She didn't know what it was, only that it was growing—spreading like wildfire, consuming every inch of her trembling body.

"T-Tae..." she gasped, voice breathless and uncertain. Her dainty fingers clutched at his strong shoulders, her nails scratching the skin as if seeking something to hold onto.

Taehyung's dark eyes flickered to her flushed face, her swollen lips, and her brows scrunched in both pleasure and confusion. He could feel it too—the way her body tensed, how her breaths grew more erratic, and the way her legs instinctively tightened around his waist.

A husky groan rumbled from his chest as he cupped her cheek, tilting her face towards him. "It's okay, my love," he murmured, his voice thick with restraint yet gentle.

"Just let go."

Jungkook blinked up at him, her glassy eyes wide, lips trembling as she tried to understand what was happening. "I-I feel...," she admitted in a whisper, her voice laced with innocent panic. "It's—Tae, it's too much, I—"

Jungkook tried—tried to inhale, but it came out in short, shaky gasps. She whimpered, gripping onto him tighter.

A shudder wracked through her small frame, and suddenly, she understood. The sensation, the pressure—it was reaching its peak, teetering on the edge. Her body reacted instinctively, arching into his warmth, seeking something she didn't even know she needed.

Taehyung felt it, saw the exact moment realization hit her. His jaw clenched as he swallowed down his own unraveling. His grip on her tightened, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Let go for me, Jungkook."

Her breath stuttered, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Tae—I—" Her voice broke, and then—

The world shattered around her.

Jungkook gasped as she felt something dripping down her bare thighs, feeling sticky and slimy. Taehyung grunted, the fluid helped him to move faster. He continued his pace, chasing his high.

The husband hummed at the tightness, feeling a tension building in his strong frame. His pace became faster eliciting different pitch of moans from Jungkook's parted lips.

Finally, the thread snapped and Taehyung came with loud curse. "Jungkook," he hissed, rolling his hips, painting his wife's canal in his love.

Jungkook closed her eyes when she felt something warm, a soft breath escaping her as she felt him inside her. She gasped softly, her breath unsteady as she felt him, so deeply inside her, leaving behind a warmth that made her feel full in every possible way.

Jungkook's lashes fluttered open, her dazed eyes locking onto his, glassy and overwhelmed. A blissed-out smile tugged at her swollen lips, her fingers weakly tracing the damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

"You okay, love?" Taehyung murmured, his voice low, laced with exhaustion and tenderness.

Jungkook hummed softly, her limbs too weak to move. "Mmm... happy," she whispered, nuzzling into his chest.

Taehyung let out a breathy chuckle, his arms tightening around her.

Taehyung's hands gripped her tighter, one sliding to the small of her back, holding her close as his other hand tangled in her hair.

The wetness of their bodies, the slick sound of their movements, intensified the moment, and Taehyung could hardly think past the feeling of her beneath him, with him—the way she responded, how Jungkook made him feel more than just physical pleasure.

Taehyung's heavy breaths fanned against Jungkook's temple as he hovered over her, his strong arms caging her smaller, exhausted form beneath him. His skin gleamed with sweat, his broad chest rising and falling in steady pants as he tried to regain control of his breath.

A few damp strands of his dark hair clung to his forehead, framing the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones.

Beneath him, Jungkook lay like a delicate petal after a storm, her body soft and pliant against the sheets. Her cheeks were flushed a deep rose, a warmth that spread down the column of her throat to her heaving chest. Her lips were swollen, kissed raw, trembling slightly as she let out tiny, breathless sighs.

Her lashes fluttered, heavy with exhaustion, her doe eyes hazy and dazed as she stared up at him, completely spent.

Taehyung swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took in the sight of her—his wife, thoroughly wrecked beneath him, her body still molded to his like she belonged nowhere else.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, running a large, slightly trembling hand over his damp hair. His voice was deep, raspy, wrecked in a way that made Jungkook shiver.

Jungkook was still floating somewhere between bliss and reality.

The skin along her neck and chest remained marked, flushed with a soft pink hue, a reminder of the intimacy they had just shared.

Jungkook could feel him, still so strong and powerful inside her.

Suddenly, an urge to embrace him, to feel him even closer, swept through her. Without fully thinking, she shifted beneath him, her body responding instinctively. She moved, shift was enough to cause a sharp, sudden sting that made her wince loudly, a soft cry escaping her lips.

At the sound of Jungkook's discomfort, Taehyung's eyes snapped open, his intense gaze shifting from the blissful haze of afterglow to immediate concern. His body, still deeply connected to hers, froze as he watched her face twist in pain, a wince escaping her lips.

"Love... you're alright, aren't you?"

Jungkook's breath hitched as she let out a soft sob, her hand reaching to tug at his chest, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensation of it all.

She pulled him closer, her arms wrapping around his neck, wanting to feel his presence.

"Tae, please..." Her voice cracked as she sobbed again, pulling at him, not wanting him to pull away just yet. There was adorable desperation in her tone, a need to feel him, to have him stay with her. "Don't leave me... I can't... more."

Taehyung chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the crown of her head, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Despite her sobs and tears, there was a stubborn, demanding side to her that he couldn't help but adore. Jungkook was so pretty even when she cried, her lips pouting and her big eyes glistening with emotion.

"Impatient, hmm?" Taehyung teased gently, his hands soothingly brushing through her hair.

He moved to pull back, careful not to hurt her. Yet Jungkook, despite the tender ache in her body, stopped him with both hands around his neck, her grip firm as she gazed up at him with a pout, her bottom lip quivering slightly.

"No, please," she said, her voice full of both a pretty whine and quiet command, "I want more... I need to feel you, please."

"Jungkook..." His voice softened as he leaned down, brushing the wetness from her cheek with his thumb before kissing her forehead, then her lips, savoring the sweetness of her kiss as he tried to calm her.

"You're so beautiful... So demanding," he murmured, his words a mix of affection and awe.

He didn't mind it—how could he?

Jungkook was his world, and the way she needed him, in such a pure yet demanding way, only made him fall deeper for her.

With a tender smile, Taehyung carefully lowered his body back down, bringing her closer as he listened to her sigh in relief, feeling the warmth between them grow again, her demand met with the tenderness he had always promised.

Taehyung lay back on the soft flower bed, the delicate petals crushing his body as the silver light from the full moon bathed them both in a gentle glow. The scent of the flowers around them mixed with the warmth of their closeness, creating a serene atmosphere.

Above him, Jungkook hovered. Her flushed face was close to his, her breaths shallow. Her delicate hands rested lightly on his chest, her eyes locked with his, searching for something in the depth of his gaze.

Taehyung's hands moved instinctively, reaching to caress her back, drawing her closer. His eyes softened, his gaze full of admiration and affection.

Jungkook's eyes grew heavy, her eyelids almost too much to keep open. She could feel the stretch in her body, the feeling of fullness and contentment that came from their deep connection.

Sleep crept in, lulling her into a peaceful state.

Her head sank into his chest, her soft breaths mingling with his. The last thing she remembered before sleep fully took over was his heartbeat, a quiet lullaby that eased her into a restful sleep.

Taehyung watched her closely. Her flushed face and relaxed posture spoke of peace and satisfaction, and he smiled gently, his hand brushing through her hair as he held her close. He too felt the exhaustion settle in and closed his eyes basking in the warmth.

The full moon hung above, bathing them in the warmth of its radiance. The petals of the flowers surrounding them seemed to hold a quiet reverence for the intimacy shared between them, as if nature itself was a witness to their love.

Neither Taehyung nor Jungkook noticed the subtle, ethereal glow that began to surround them.

The night sky above them shifted in response to their union.

A soft blue light spread from the tips of their bodies, slowly creeping across the rooftop.

It danced like wisps of smoke, weaving between the two of them, marking the sacredness of the bond they had just formed.

It was a sign—a mark of their completion. Their souls had collided in perfect harmony, their hearts and bodies now woven together in unity.

Unbeknownst to them, the symbol of their reunion lingered in the air, the glowing light spreading ever wider.

It was a bond that could never be undone, a connection that transcended time, space, and the physical realm.

The blue light lingered for a time, before it gradually faded into the night, leaving only the peaceful image of Taehyung and Jungkook, their bodies entwined, their hearts bound in a way that no force in the world could ever break.

In the land of Alara.

On this night, the magical tree shone brighter than ever before.

The full moon bathed its blossoms in a silvery light, but it was not the moon that made the tree glow this night.

The bond between Taehyung and Jungkook had reached the roots of the sacred tree, infusing it with a vibrant, otherworldly energy.

The tree pulsed with an ethereal blue glow—exactly like the glow that had surrounded them on the rooftop.

It was the manifestation of their unity, their love now deeply intertwined with the very essence of Alara.

The flowers on the grand tree, which had always been known for their sweet, intoxicating nectar, began to release their essence in greater abundance.

The nectar was richer than ever, more fragrant, and more potent.

It shimmered as it fell from the tree's delicate petals, glowing like liquid moonlight as it dripped to the ground below.

The flowers danced in the wind as if they were alive with the energy of the newly completed bond between Taehyung and Jungkook.

The land itself seemed to respond to their love, the flora around the grand tree beginning to bloom in a sudden, vibrant explosion of color.

The very soil soaked in the nectar, which then spread across the land like a blessing, infusing everything it touched with warmth, renewal, and peace.

This was no ordinary love, no fleeting passion.

The grand tree recognized the depth of the bond that had been forged between them. It had witnessed the union of many before, but this one was different.

This was a sacred moment.

A blessing.

As Taehyung and Jungkook slept, the world around them rejoiced. The flowers whispered of their union, the trees danced in the breeze, and the land of Alara bloomed brighter than ever before.

Their love had touched the world in a way nothing else could, and the magic of their bond would echo through time forever.

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So, how was it? Did I manage give you all the perfect sweetest fruit of your patience throughout the V1?