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he knew before anyone else did🐾

Jeon Jungkook × Reader (Wife) | Fluff | Domestic | Found Family | Pregnancy AU | Pet Knows First Trope | Protective Bam 🐾 | Pregnancy | Mentions of medical check-ups

🎧Sweet Creature – Harry Styles

“You bring me home, and I’m home again.”

The Wife Trap: Part I | JJK

Summary: There are two boys but only one girl, leaving Jungkook hopelessly in love with someone he can never have, and doesn't want to have, because that would mean taking you away from the person he loves most. Then suddenly there’s only one boy and one girl, but it's the wrong one.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook’s Twin x Reader, (Slight) Jungkook x Jennie

Genre: Twins AU, Unrequited Love, Brother-in-Law/Friends to Lovers?, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Slow-Burn, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 28.9k

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. I’M SERIOUS. major character death, intense grief, depression, suicidal ideation, vehicular accident, dead body, injuries, medical jargon, self-harm (not by definition — he gives himself a cut for appearances), hospital, nurses, doctors, fear, anxiety, panic attack, crying, funeral, mention of burial, planning funeral arrangements, mention of morgue, funeral home, casket, headstone, obituary, unrequited love, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanisms, drinking, bars, business jargon, mentions of wealth, jealousy, secrets, wedding, high school and college, exams, work, public speaking, insecurity, lying, manipulating, betrayal, violation, misogyny 😔, twins, trading places, tricking people, drunkenness, rudeness, depressive inner monologue, yearning, dub-con (I’m not sure if this counts — she consents to the acts but is unaware of his real identity), kissing, touching, titty fondling, cuddling, and that’s all!

Author's Note: guys I don’t know what demon possessed me when I wrote this but I worry I might be a sadist. this shit is SO sad and so dark. I really caution you to read all the warnings if there are topics which can easily trigger you. you might need therapy after this one, lord knows Jungkook needs some. and a lot of it!! he does not make good decisions in this fic and I don’t condone any of his actions. he’s the definition of morally ambiguous so hopefully you all vibe with that. also I know nothing about science or physics so if there are any inaccuracies, mind ya business lmao. I personally love this story despite it being so heavy, because it’s got so much heart, and I hope you all will too. ILY :)

-> The Wife Trap Masterpost

Jungkook and Jaehyun trade places often, which is coincidentally how Jungkook ends up meeting you for the first time. 

worst behaviour — jeon jungkook , series index , mdni 𑣲 ch: 22 this ain’t the last time _ written chapter / nsfw

“shut the fuck up and focus on fucking me, jungkook.”

wc: 6.3k / smut warnings: eating/kissing/riding/slapping/yappin. dom!oc moments, down bad!jk ofc, have fun !! <3

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“fuck… jungkook,” you breathe, head tilting back.

a broken whimper slips from your lips as his tongue drags through your folds.

he hums against you, the vibration shooting straight through your body. then he looks up at you through his lashes. one hand firmly gripping your thigh while the other holds your hip, pulling you closer to his mouth.

the sight alone makes your stomach clench.

your fingers thread through his hair, gripping tighter every time he circles your clit with the flat of his tongue.

he pulls back just enough to murmur against your inner thigh, his voice low and rough, “you taste so fucking good, darling.”

arranged husband jungkook x wife y/n

<5k

suggestive

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arranged marriages to most were a concept that felt both foreign and misplaced - something straight out of a film, or imaginative story rooted in fantasy. for you, however, the daughter of one of the leading businessmen in the country, it was reality.

jeon jungkook. that was your groom’s name, a man you had met in passing at events, and as attractive as he was, you unfortunately hadn’t the faintest clue of his character nor his personality. it meant nothing when he too was the heir to a rivalling company, one that had been at odds with your father for two decades. in the spirit of new beginnings, it had been decreed that you two were to be wed in early spring, marking a new era for both families.

you agreed, out of obligation and duty, jungkook doing the same. neither of you had much autonomy, not even being allowed to sit next to one another privately before the wedding as you were both thrown into the world of planning, and organising. that meant after the wedding was done, rings planted firmly on fingers and the doors to your new lavish home closed; neither of you knew what to say.

and so began the current six months of married life.

neither of you spoke to one another with the exception of a polite good morning and good night, passing one another by where you honestly tried to make each other as comfortable as possible. well, as comfortable as one could get when they were essentially living with a stranger.

you slept in separate rooms, both beside one another, with your beds sharing the same wall, a fact you had realised one night as he came home extremely late, entirely exhausted from a work day of hell. you often secretly waited up so you could sleep at the same time, the routine offering some semblance of comfort to you, despite it being silly.

there were some things you’d do together, albeit they weren’t done traditionally. breakfast, and often times dinners were had together on the dining table. neither of you would converse, with your eyes on your plate - it was lost on you that he typically spent that time observing you, making a note of what you liked and what you didn’t so he could properly notify your shared chef.

you were living disconnected lives in a shared home, a fact that unbeknownst to you settled in his stomach uncomfortably every time he’d sneak a glance at you during said meals. jungkook was a man that showed up for you in ways that didn’t quite make sense in your head, as he’d take your car to have it serviced, make sure your housekeeper kept your favourite snacks stocked and most importantly?

told your overbearing parents to shut the fuck up.

they had always been too much, caring little if something made you happy or sad as long as it was good for them and their business, their legacy as they liked to put it. the conversation of children was brought up two months ago, with your father almost buzzing with annoyance at the thought of bringing it up to you. when he had shared his plans, jungkook had immediately told him he had no place in making decisions like that in your marriage, doing good to remind him of the nature of the union in the first place.

he was protective of you, his sweet wife, who cared more about playing animal crossing and baking than she really cared about anything corporate, your family forcing you to work at the company. it grinded his gears beyond belief.

he knew this couldn’t continue like this - it wasn’t fair to you. you were beautiful, far more beautiful than he had ever expected you to be whilst still being warm, intelligent and sweet. he wasn’t sure where to begin, nor where to continue but something had to give.

six months had already dictated your lives enough, and he was finally ready to put a stop to it.

the game was over.

—

by the time jungkook pulled into the driveway, his shoulders aching and head pounding, the clock on his dashboard blared a harsh 1:26am at him, reminding him of the late hour. exhaustion became one with him as he loosened his tie, letting out a deep exhale he could feel from the bottom of his body right to the top, the kind that settled into his bones. he unbuttoned his shirt collar, grunting lightly under his breath at the feeling of finally being free.

his jaw ached, having clenched it continuously throughout his torturous day but it was his head that had him hissing.

meetings. phone calls. numbers. shareholders. men twice his age with too large suits that found every single way to undermine him as he was younger and smarter - it was too fucking much. it was enough to drive anyone insane, but with this and the impending anxiety surrounding his odd dynamic with you, it truly had him exhausted.

the house was quiet, but he could hear a slight buzz roaming through, as he noticed the housekeeper and some of his hired staff still awake, all anticipating his arrival. he apologised wholeheartedly for keeping them so late, asking them to return to their own homes or to help themselves to any guest room. they were as gracious as their employer, all telling him it was fine.

the silence that stretched over the home was something he enjoyed usually, relished even, but right now, it made him uncomfortable. it was hard to describe, but it felt like everything had reached a limit, and he craved something bigger. softer. gentler.

his eyes flickered upstairs. he noticed a light glow emitting from the space beyond the corner.

your room.

it was embarassing, really, how quickly his shoulders eased gently, his wound up body slumping slightly at the thought of you being awake right now too. it was strange, even he knew that, but it brought him a sense of comfort.

his coat was in the hands of one of the staff, who began putting it away beside him just as he glanced over.

“hasn’t she slept yet?” he softly asked, trying to keep his voice quiet just in case.

the older woman bit back a knowing smile, shaking her head. “i believe madam was waiting up.”

his chest tightened.

waiting up?

for him?

jungkook thanked her quietly, nodding a little to himself, before glancing up the stairs once more. he turned, slowly making his way up the stairs, the sounds of his steps echoing around the too quiet home. the hallway was dark as he walked down, except from the glowing light he now confirmed was from your lamps in the corners of your room. you liked to sleep in darkness, which meant you were certainly awake.

still awake. it repeated in his head over and over and over as his hand flexed on the side of him.

somewhere along the way, the mention of you had become dangerous to him, with his heart and head turning, dropping and falling.

it was hard not to feel this way towards you, he thought to himself, trying to rationalise it in anyway possible. you had never demanded anything from him, never pushed, never even complained about this odd arrangement despite how unfair it was for you. you were intelligent, beautiful, accomplished - you were worth a man that made you feel exactly that, and jungkook slumped knowing you hadn’t chosen him.

he knew you had made yourself smaller in this marriage, with a careful politeness in each and every interaction like you were almost too scared of asking for too much from him.

fuck. he hated it.

the truth was, jungkook would have given you anything. he knew minutes after you had finished your ceremony, sharing a gentle peck upon each other’s lips as nothing other than a formality, that he would do his best to make life accommodating for you. he had done that, that he was sure of but to live happily was to be more than just accommodated.

he stood outside his door, staring at the mahogany for an embarrassingly long two minutes before he silenced his suddenly racing mind, turning on his heel to instead face yours just beside it, his eyebrows furrowed.

he lifted his knuckles, gently knocking upon it.

a shuffle from beyond the wood was heard, almost as though you were composing yourself, before the door swung open just as lightly as he had knocked.

his breath caught embarrassingly hard.

you were in one of those sleep dresses, a silky camisole like neckline whilst the matching dressing gown sat loosely done, as though you had just shoved it on, hair messily pulled up into a bun. you looked so soft - he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“you’re home.” you immediately murmured quietly.

the concern in your voice only had his heart beating a little faster, with the way you tilted your head, eyes crinkled slightly knowing he truly had just gotten home. it was so late, and you really didn’t like him working so deep into the evening when you knew that everyone around him had left hours upon hours ago.

“did i wake you?”

you shook your head immediately, tucking the stray piece of hair behind your ear after it fell over your eye. “no, i wasn’t sleeping.”

his gaze drifted over you, watching you do the action with heart struck eyes. you were entranced by how soft he looked in this low light, stomach doing summersaults with him just being here. you guys didn’t really talk often, and it was always something that came every now and then, when you needed it - this felt different.

“you should’ve slept.” he chastised lightly.

you shyly smiled at that. “it’s okay. usually wait till you’re home to sleep so..”

fuck. fuck.

he looked away, unable to meet your eyes for a moment as he felt your words swirl into every crevice of his brain, hitting it right where you occupied each ridge. you noticed it, the way his hand flexed, his jaw tensed, his chest puffing a little at your words like they did something to him directly. it gave you an ego boost.

a few beats passed between you, neither of you quite knowing what to say, but wanting to continue the conversation almost desperately.

“rough day?” you asked, after a moment.

jungkook let out a huff of air, amusement laced in his voice. “yeah, something like that.”

you nibbled on your lip as you nodded, cheeks flushed pink from the sudden attention he was giving you - it felt nice, confusing but god you wanted it more than you could bring yourself to admit.

both of you stood, simply admiring one another openly. his eyes fluttered down from your eyes and down, down, down. your skin looked so soft, with pebbled nipples straining against the thin material of your night dress and your robe slipping from one of your shoulders slightly - you were straight out of a fantasy. you, too, had set your eyes on the way he had unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, tie loose, revealing milky skin that you wondered about often.

jungkook was the first to part, swallowing harshly as he realised he had taken so much of your time almost selfishly.

“you should sleep.” he almost whispered, your eyes snapping back up to meet his, cheeks heating even further. “you too.”

neither of you moved.

it was utterly ridiculous. 6 months of being married, living under one roof and stealing glances at one another as though you weren’t allowed - yet this seemed to be the most intimate thing either of you had done.

finally, you brought yourself to be the one to break the moment, knowing how exhausted he really was, despite the heavy stampede of butterflies in your stomach. your eyelashes fluttered as you whispered a soft goodnight before retreating back in your room, door closing just as gently as you’d left.

jungkook stood there for a full minute once more, eyes shut, head straining against the mahogany of the door before retreating to his own room, heart beating out of his chest.

he was so completely, utterly and entirely fucked.

—

sleep didn’t come.

jungkook, instead, found himself rolling from side to side, eyes closing only to snap wide open as he stared above at his high ceiling, his chest constricting whilst his thoughts remained on one person and one person alone.

you.

he couldn’t get you out of his mind. sure, you plagued him all the time, but tonight felt different - it felt like both the start and end of something, as though it meant more than either of you quite realised.

his open curtains showcased the extravagant skyline outside, your shared home sat high enough where you were both faced with the reality that your fortune and social standing had forced you into a marriage where neither of you were sure what the next steps were. his shoulders almost rolled angrily at the recollection of your parents annoyance over not having grandchildren yet, as though anything to do with this situation was even remotely normal.

this arrangement had started as something that best resembled survival for people like you in the environment you were raised in. somewhere along the way, things had changed.

you usually wait till he’s home to sleep.

fuck. the thought was doing overtime in his mind - his wife, sweet and quiet, always making herself small to accommodate everyone else in her life. he didn’t think you’d do that with him, and maybe that meant he was being naive, but the thought of you waiting every time he’d come home so late from the office just to make sure he was safe too?

enough.

jungkook sat up abruptly. he grabbed a pair of sweats, putting them on over his boxers whilst leaving his torso bare, padding out of his room only to notice the soft glow from underneath your bedroom door. you were still awake.

he wasn’t thinking, that much he knew, as he walked over to it, and pushed the door open.

your eyes darted over to the door immediately, noticing his large chest before anything else, your lips parting in shock before you met his gaze. you were in your night dress only, robe long forgotten.

“jungkook?”

god. the way you said his name. it had his shoulders rolling.

his throat tightened momentarily, before he stood a little taller. “did i wake you?”

“no.” you assured, voice soft as sleep laced the corners of it. you were just about to rest your head finally.

he stood there silently for a few moments as again, you both began admiring one another. he, with his large build, shoulders so wide and biceps so muscled you wanted nothing more than to touch them, just to see how they’d feel. he, couldn’t stop staring at your hair, the way it sat, the way it seemed messier due to you no doubt rolling in bed the way he was too. he was, unfortunately, just a man, and so he couldn’t keep his eyes from trailing down your body, almost letting out a groan at the sight of how your dress had shifted, revealing so much more cleavage than earlier.

you sat up a little more. “are you okay?”

his eyes met your eyes.

he really couldn’t stop staring at you. what the fuck was wrong with him?

“couldn’t sleep.” he admitted.

your heart squeezed painfully. without even sparing a thought, you moved, your position no longer in the middle of the bed as you shuffled away to one corner, before lifting the covers a little.

“do you..” your voice came out smaller than intended. “do you wanna sleep here? maybe?”

silence engulfed you both, thick and heavy, as he came to terms with what you had just offered, all whilst you could feel the embarrassment creep over your cheeks. you could feel your hand retreating from the covers as you began to overthink, almost humiliated from the way you had just assumed that was what he was here for.

before you could continue in your spiral, you watched as he turned around.

the door clicked with a soft thud, the click echoing.

your pulse quickened as jungkook then turned to you, body tight, slowly turning off all the lamps around the room, leaving only the one beside you that he knew you liked to keep on till your very last breath each evening. by the time he was done, he pulled the covers back even further, revealing your bare legs and the way your dress had slit up much higher than either of you had expected.

he nearly fucking died then and there when he realised you weren’t wearing any underwear.

he climbed in, sweats already clinging to him in a way that had you realising he was half hard just from looking at you, a fact that had you almost giggling in excitement into your pillow. by the time he was in, you realised how big he actually was, and how much space he took in your smaller bed compared to his - you liked it.

there was something different about him tonight.

something harsher. darker. he was fucking hungry.

you could feel it in the way he watched you, eyes heavy as they dragged up and down your body, then to your face. the room suddenly felt cold, with the only warmth near you emitting from beside you, you lungs gulping in the scent of him.

jungkook leaned back, not quite fully laid down the way you were, whilst his broad chest also took a deep breath, inhaling your scent almost desperately. he looked exhausted still, but now that he was here, in closer proximity than he’d ever been, you noticed how it settled between the fine lines appearing on his faced, clinging to his eyes.

“sorry.” you whispered after a moment, suddenly hyperaware of the lack of space between you both. “the bed’s probably smaller than what you’re used to.”

he met your gaze.

“that’s not the problem.”

butterflies. all over you. swarming in your stomach.

silence swarmed the room again, thick enough to choke on. you couldn’t really comprehend what was happen ing, your husband next to you, sweatpants low on his waist and doing nothing to hide his body, body taking up most of the space on the bed. the city glowed with flashing lights, traffic still on the streets whilst the cool, winter air chilled all those who were brave enough to be outside.

neither of you could look away from one another long enough for admire it.

you shifted slightly below the covers, trying to calm your racing heart. his eyes dropped to the way you curled deeper into the blankets, your night dress shifting even higher up your thighs as a result, rendering you practically bare beside him.

his jaw flexed hard.

you turned on your side quickly after, back facing him now as you tried to put some distance between both of your bodies truly for your sanity. besides you, jungkook exhaled gently.

“you wait up every night?”

your fingers tightened against the sheets. “most nights.”

he was silent for a second.

“why?” he all but demanded.

you shrugged softly against the pillow. “i don’t know..” your voice came out small again, now laced with sleep and honesty. “i just like knowing you’re home.”

jungkook went still. completely still at that.

the past two weeks had been torture for him, coming home in the early hours practically everyday, weekends included due to a massive deal he was closing, and yet the thought of you in your room, ears perked until you heard him go into his own room was..insanity. his heart bloomed with an emotion that resembled the one thing he secretly wanted more than anything. all he could see, think or taste was you.

before you could process the shift in silence, the mattress moved hard beneath and behind you, a strong arm wrapping around your waist, dragging you backwards and across the bed with one rough pull.

a gasp tore through your lips as your back hit his chest, completely flushed against one another.

“jungkook!”

his grip on you tightened before you could move or adjust yourself, your body pressed to him in a way that was inherently indecent - your mind was racing so fast you could barely hear anything other than his breathing by your ear, and the sound of your own heartbeat. this was six months of restraint finally snapped within seconds.

there wasn’t an inch of space left between your bodies.

you could feel everything - the solid heat of his chest on your back, cradling you in, warming you up. his thighs pressed against your own, bare skin touching his sweatpants, though they did nothing to hide the growing tent that was also pressed against you intimately. a heavy hand sat spread on your stomach, bunching the fabric that once draped loosely on you.

god - the way he melted from just touching you, letting out a deep and heavy exhale as though he needed this more than he could explain. his face buried into the space between your neck and shoulder, moving your hair to one side before inhaling openly.

you felt it all the way down your spine.

you could barely breathe with the way he was holding you, firm enough to be possessive and yet you had never felt safer, your eyes shutting momentarily as you let out a matching, airy sigh, content running through your veins. he was holding you like this was the only thing that mattered in his life, and considering the nature of your relationship, it filled you with a sense of awe at knowing you could have maybe had this sooner.

“every night i come home, and i hear you shuffling around in here.”

your eyes fluttered open, the sound of his voice lulling you back to him.

“hear your shower running..hear you watching your shows..” his hand on your stomach tightened. “and then i go to sleep by myself like this arrangement isn’t fucking killing me.”

jungkook swallowed harshly behind you just as you stopped breathing, his words truly out of your wildest dreams as you blinked rapidly.

“i’m tired. so fucking tired.” he admitted quietly. honestly.

the confession sat heavy between you as the air thickened, his words taking their time to settle in the ridges of your brain. it wasn’t just work or the continous pressure on his shoulders - it was this. your marriage. the confusion around it. the want for more. the need for something. the hope it would become anything.

all of it.

the loneliness, the restraint, the constant need for another that you both denied yourselves, convinced that the other didn’t want it half as much.

your hand moved before you could even think. it lifted before pressing against his hand on your stomach, resting in a way that conveyed your shared feelings, assuring him that you too felt the same, that you also felt what he could feel so deeply in his chest.

it was his turn to still. completely and entirely.

his hand flexed underneath before his fingers intertwined with your own - the intimacy of the situation bordering on painful with the way your heart ached at the interaction.

“jungkook..” softly, you whispered.

he shook his head faintly against you, lips now grazing your shoulder in faint, barely there kisses. he couldn’t bare to hear his name on your lips, not when you were also finally in his arms.

“just stay still a second.” his voice cracked on the edges, a clear indication of the exhaustion catching up to him.

somehow that affected you more than anything else.

your body relaxed, softening immediately against him, your limbs settling into his as though it was nothing more than a natural instinct. the reaction he had was instant as he continued to breathe in your scent, only to exhale deeply - he was ridding himself of the tiredness that plagued his soul, replacing it with you. you. you. always you.

a few minutes passed just like that, as you rubbed your thumb over his hand, soothing him gently, all whilst relishing in the warmth that seemed to just emit from him. after what felt like an eternity, you finally turned to properly face him.

the movement forced him to let you go momentarily, an action that genuinely felt akin to the end of the world. the second your faces were now brushing against one another, his arm found its way back onto you, hand heavy on your back.

keeping you close, your noses were mere millimetres away from touching. his eyes dragged slowly across your face like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“should’ve been sleeping here from the first night.” he whispered. “fucked up the second i let you in here alone.”

you fingers trailed up, bravely, to touch his chin, continuing onto his jaw with a barely there graze, as though your intrigue was finally allowed an outlet.

“you’re here now.” you whispered back, as though it was a secret between you both worth celebrating.

“you’re my wife.” he closed his eyes then, jaw slack at the feel of you. “my wife. all mine, hm. my wife.”

it seemed he was speaking to himself by the end of his sentence, pulling you impossibly closer to reward himself for his frankness in that moment. it felt freeing to be so candid with you, and you with him, as you both simply relished in the feel of one another knowing it was finally reciprocated.

you shifted closer without thinking, your thigh intimately brushing against his - the reaction was immediate. his hand flattened against your back, inching down to your ass that was barely hidden by the thin material of your night dress, pushing you flush against him so you could now feel him in a way that was anything but innocent.

instead of going pink or gasping, you surprised him by nestling closer, as though you wanted it even more than he did.

“baby.” he warned softly.

the name alone nearly melted you.

your noses finally brushed against one another, breaths mingling in the tiny pocket of air between you. neither of you wanted to be the first to make the move, so used to staying apart, thinking that was the other wanted - being together, entirely and fully, it was a reminder of how wrong you’d been.

it was unbearable, the tension. the warmth, the heat, his burning stare.

jungkook was a man starved.

your eyes flickered down to his mouth, finally breaking eye contact as your body seemed to move without thinking, pressing against his hardened cock for some semblance of relief. that broke the last shred of restraint jungkook had been desperately clinging to.

his hand slid up to the back of your neck before he finally pressed his lips to yours.

he kissed like a man exhausted, finally finding relief in you, his sweet, needy wife. oh, one taste of you and he realised that this was something he had needed all his life, something he wasn’t willing to give up ever again. had he left you as desperate as he was?

he wanted to be sweet. he knew you deserved that, something soft, something gentle but fuck, he couldn’t help the roughness he chased you with. feeling you try to keep up only made his head absolutely swirl as he grabbed you tight, large hand spanking you equally as mean whilst you whimpered into his mouth.

his grip never loosened for a second, only choosing to push and push and push you closer until there was no more physical space between you, and even then, he continued.

you wanted to feel him in every single way as your positions moved, your arms wrapping around his neck, all whilst he shifted so he could hover over you instead. you could feel him deeper against you as his hips began to grind, making you feel every inch of him.

your legs were spread, dress pushed up to your waist, allowing him to press his clothed cock against your bare core, both of your breathing harsh as you continued to kiss, neither willing to part.

his tongue explored your mouth, all done purposefully as you felt the heat between your thighs clench at the feel of it caressing your own - a promise of what he could do to you, if you only asked.

your hands were in his hair, tugging, making out in a way that was a shock to anyone had they met either of you. months of a quiet marriage, no more than half a minute spent on talking each day, and yet here you were - your husband hovering over you whilst he devoured you, grinding his cock into you until all you could feel, all you could see was jungkook.

by the time you pulled back, hands sliding down his chest, a thin string of saliva separated you as you looked between you. the sight had jungkook hissing as he looked down at you.

the straps of your dress were down your shoulders, it also pushed up all the way to your stomach, leaving you half bare, shielded by jungkook’s large frame and made warm by his radiating heat. you hair fanned out in each corner around you, whilst your typically large eyes sat hooded, lips parted and bruised from the way he had practically devoured you.

he couldn’t decide whether to continue ruining you or to worship you. neither felt enough.

as he kissed you again, slower this time, hips grinding against yours so much deeper, taking his time in ruining you on your too small bed, you realised something.

for the first time since the wedding, you finally felt like a married woman - your husband above you, holding you like you were the most cherished thing in his life, and you below him, as though you were the one and only thing he had dreamt about for months.

it was in the quiet of the night that the distance that had built up across the last six months quietly dissipated, rendering the arranged portion of your marriage dead, whilst you both finally began to feel alive.

comfort personified, you were both finally home.

—

the way i had a dream about this and got to writing IMMEDIATELY ugh need him

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