My Marriage Counselor (Jimin x Reader)

Chapter 4: So Unless I'm Sleeping With Dr. Park....

Chapter 4: So Unless I'm Sleeping With Dr. Park....

The next two days were nothing short of perfect. A romantic honeymoon of sorts. It certainly felt like a getaway. Jimin canceled his Thursday sessions, and luckily only had my session on Friday but with Mark being away it was "canceled." Jimin and I spent the days defiling almost every inch of my house with the exception of my marital bed. Despite my betrayal, I couldn't bring myself to do that. How noble of you, Y/N. It was so nice not to have to worry about rushing against the clock and actually be able to savor every kiss, every touch, every thrust. We barely slept, as we didn't want to waste a minute not soaking up every bit of each other. When we did sleep, it was only small naps here and there before one woke the other up demanding the connection we both so desperately craved.

I told Jimin that I needed time to process what he said and I wanted him to think about it as well. Is this what he really wanted? Or was he caught up in the sex high? Did he really want to be with me? Or did he just not want me to be with Mark? I know I have no right to ask him to wait, but I did. I feel like the cliche where one makes promises to their lover that they will leave their spouse but they never do. But I would never do that to Jimin. I really just need time. How would I even do it? Sorry, Mark, I just don't want this anymore? Do I tell him there's someone else? Fuck no Y/N, are you insane?

My thoughts are interrupted by a slam of a car door and my heart sinks knowing that it's back to reality. Since he left earlier, Mark was coming home Saturday versus Sunday, which means I had to wait two excruciatingly long days until I got to see Jimin again. I am somewhat worried about how Mark is going to react to seeing me, especially since I was so vulnerable and clingy before he left when I thought Jimin and I were over. He enters the den where I am reading and smiles before closing the distance between us.

"Y/N," he says, wrapping his arms around me and burying his nose in my hair. I can hear the deep breath he takes as he inhales my scent, and despite the two showers I've taken since Jimin left I wonder if he can smell Jimin on me.

I wonder if men, like animals, can detect when there has been an invasion of their space.

"I missed you so much." He pulls away before he tilts my face up and kisses me hard on the mouth. I gasp at the aggression allowing his tongue to attack mine. Within a second, I'm being lifted into his arms. Fuck this is what I was afraid of. Pick a fight, Y/N. Pick a fucking fight. QUICK. He carries me up the stairs and deposits me on the bed before he's on me instantly.

"I've been thinking about this for the past two days." Yeah me too... just not with you.

"Mark" I say, his lips finally leaving mine allowing me a chance to speak. I feel his lips at my neck and I put my hands against his chest and push gently. "How was your trip?"

"Long. Exhausting. I couldn't stop thinking about being inside of you. Baby, it's been too long, and kissing you before I left... I remembered how good it always was between us," he says standing up and pulling off his jacket and beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Sure, for you. "Mark, I did some thinking while you were gone."

"Oh? About what?"

"Us."

"What about it?"

"I think... I think maybe you were right about therapy. Maybe it's not working." I shrug. "Or maybe it's not really the therapy. Maybe it's us. We're not working. We don't work anymore."

"What? Y/N why are you saying this?"

"Because I enjoyed you being gone far too much," I say honestly. I wince at the harshness of my words, but I need to get his mind away from trying to be intimate with me. And if he's mad or hurt maybe he won't want to fuck me.