When your cold husband caught you watching porn.

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The night carried a heavy silence, punctuated only by the faint hum of electricity that illuminated the otherwise dimly lit apartment. Your phone rested on the table, its screen glowing faintly as you stared at the blank ceiling, a swirl of emotions tugging at your heart. Taehyung had called earlier, his deep voice as distant as ever, offering little more than the cursory details of his late-night practice.

"Don't wait for me. "The words echoed in your mind, as cold and detached as they always were.

It wasn't that he didn't care-you knew he did. But Taehyung was an enigma, a fortress of steel who only seemed to let his guard down when desire overtook him. In those moments, his touch could set you on fire, his words a mixture of raw dominance and unspoken vulnerability. Yet, outside of those rare, fleeting instances, he was a closed book, his emotions locked behind an impenetrable wall.

You sighed, the weight of the weeks of neglect settling heavily on your chest. It wasn't fair, you thought bitterly. You gave so much-your love, your affection, your time and yet, you were left feeling like a ghost in your own home, your presence acknowledged only in passing.

The scent of him lingered faintly in the room- a tantalizing mix of his cologne and natural musk embedded in the sheets. It was a cruel reminder of the intimacy you craved yet were consistently denied. You longed for his touch, his warmth, his whispers that used to set your heart racing. But Taehyung, with his demanding schedule and stoic demeanor, seemed oblivious to the storm brewing within you.

Enough was enough. If he wouldn't fulfill your needs, you would take matters into your own hands.

Determined, you slipped into the bedroom, your steps light but purposeful. As the door clicked shut behind you, a rebellious smirk danced on your lips. The thrill of defying the invisible boundaries Taehyung had unintentionally set was intoxicating. You grabbed your phone and sank onto the bed, scrolling through the myriad of raunchy thumbnails until one caught your attention.

Discarding your clothes, you let the cool air kiss your skin, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. Your fingers hesitated for a moment before trailing down your body, each touch igniting a spark that slowly consumed you. The world outside faded away as you surrendered to the indulgent rhythm, your mind conjuring images of Taehyung-his smoldering gaze, his commanding presence, and the way his lips used to feel against yours.

But just as you reached the precipice of pleasure, the sound of the front door unlocking pierced through your haze.

"Y/N, I'm home."

Your heart stopped, your breath hitching as panic set in. Taehyung was early. Far too early.

You scrambled to grab the sheets, fumbling in a futile attempt to cover yourself, but it was too late. The door creaked open, and there he stood his broad shoulders framed by the doorway, his dark eyes widening as they took in the scene before him.

A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the faint sounds of the video still playing on your phone.

"Does that feel as good as my touch, kitten?"

His voice was low, dripping with an edge that made your stomach churn with a mix of fear and excitement.

"T-Tae, I..." Words failed you as he stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate, and predatory.

"You were having fun without me," he stated, his tone dangerously calm as his eyes roved over your trembling form.

You tried to stammer an excuse, but the intensity of his gaze rendered you mute. He leaned over, gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. The weight of his dominance was suffocating, yet you couldn't look away.

"Do you know how badly I've missed you, Y/ N?" he whispered, his voice a velvet caress that sent a shiver down your spine. "And here you are, moaning like a needy little thing for someone who isn't me."

"N-no," you breathed, shaking your head. "I was thinking about you, Tae. I missed you so much-"

"Quiet," he commanded, his thumb brushing against your lips. "If you missed me so much. Why didn't you call? Beg? Plead for my attention?"

You whimpered, the sound involuntary as his hand trailed down your neck, stopping just above the swell of your chest. His touch was both a reprimand and a promise, a reminder of the control he held over you.

"You've been so good for me until now, but tonight..." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he growled, "Tonight, you' ve been bad, kitten. Very bad."

Your body shuddered at his words, your resolve crumbling as he pulled you closer.

"I think it's time I remind you who you belong to," he said, his lips curling into a smirk. "And this time, I won't let you forget it."

His eyes burned with unspoken passion as he claimed your mouth in a kiss that was both punishing and forgiving, his hands already working to unravel every last bit of restraint you had left.

Tonight, you were his, wholly and unapologetically. And he would ensure you never dared to seek satisfaction elsewhere again.