A smirk played on Y/N's lips as she leaned in closer to his face, the gap between their lips reduced to mere inches.
With gentle fingers, she caressed his locks, her gaze locked onto his innocent eyes. Jungkook's breath quickened, her mere presence...
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💕•Chapter Nine•💕
Jungkook sat near his queen, Y/N, pouting as he ventured, "Won't you talk to your pretty boy mommy?" His voice carried a fragile, pleading tone, but it was clear that even his mommy kink held no sway over her current state of fury.
His words hung in the air, met with a roll of Y/N's eyes, a testament to her exasperation. She regarded him with a mixture of annoyance and a hint of amusement, her gaze bordering on a glare.
"Okay, I am sorry!" Jungkook interjected, his voice tinged with a touch of defensiveness. "I just thought about pulling a prank. And it was worth it. I mean, you looked more cute than scared."
His pout deepened, accentuated by the puppy-like innocence in his eyes. He sought to evoke a glimmer of forgiveness, a crack in her anger that he could exploit.
"Asshole," Y/N mumbled under her breath. The words slipped out, a blend of frustration and affection, a testament to the complex dynamics of their relationship.
Jungkook's heart raced as he watched his queen rise from the couch, her eyes filled with anger. He had crossed a line, even his usual charms failing to soften her fury. Desperate to make amends, he lunged forward, pinning her down, determined to keep her from leaving.
"You are not leaving until you forgive me!" His voice held a firmness she couldn't ignore, and she met his gaze with a smug smile.
"Earn my sorry," she whispered, her voice laced with challenge.
Jungkook pulled her onto his lap, his hands wrapping around her waist, holding her close. He pressed his lips to her neck, planting a series of damp kisses along her delicate skin. Each touch was filled with a mixture of desire and regret, as if his kisses alone could mend the damage he had caused.
"I will make you feel so good that you will have no option but to forgive me," he breathed huskily into her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe. A moan escaped her lips, betraying the effect his ministrations had on her.
"Jungkookie," she whimpered, her voice wavering with desire. "Yes, my queen," he responded, his voice hoarse with longing. Y/N's addictive power over him was undeniable, fueling his determination to make things right.
"Do you forgive me, mommy?" Jungkook asked against her skin, his words laced with hope. She shook her head in denial, her gaze locked with his. "Ahh~ no~," she muttered, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, a tantalizing gesture that only increased his desire.
With a surge of boldness, Jungkook's hands roamed over the curves of her backside, his touch possessive and firm. She couldn't help but moan at his touch, the tension between them crackling like electricity.
