Incognito [Mafia Husband- Oneshot series]

3.Fifty shades of him

"Where the f-ck have you been?!" Your best friend practically growled as he entered the bedroom you both shared now.

For a minute, you felt like you were watching Fifty Shades. And then you realized which shade you were looking at.

Jungkook woke up this morning, not finding you in his arms or anywhere in the mansion.

He concluded that you were kidnapped and almost went all the way to his rival's place when his right hand man informed that you're back home after taking a walk outside, alone and that too, with no security.

"Needed some fresh air," you mumbled, still sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hands on his hips and tongue poking his inner cheek, Jungkook glared at you who had your eyes lowered, knowing very well how angry he was right now.

"Little miss, were you allowed to go out without any security?" He asked, jaw slightly clenched and you sniffled out of the blue.

Oh, no. You aren't going to cry, are you? Because even though it's sweet when cute people cry, Jungkook is so not prepared for this.

Boy scouts and mafia training didn't teach him what to do with an emotionally unstable undrunk person.

"And, what the hell?" He asked, looking at your lap.

"He was lying alone by the footpath and I thought that I found your long lost brother," you said innocently, holding up the rabbit like how Mufasa held Simba in Lion King.

"Rabbits live in groups. So I've decided to adopt him," you announced. "One day, the sun will set on your time here and will rise with him as the new king."

"Rabbits live in 'groups'. So we can leave him in an animal shelter where he'd find other rabbits," Jungkook said.

"But we have you here to give him company and I love him already," you said as you got up from the bed, letting the rabbit down on the floor.

"No, we're not adopting him," he said sternly, making you give him those irresistible puppy eyes.

"Kookie," you mumbled, tugging on his black blazer as you leaned forward. "Please," you whispered in a cute voice, pouting and nibbling on his ear.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you hugged him. "Even though I adore the fact that Little Kookie looks just like you, I also see now that his biological connection to us is irrelevant. He is his own little person. We aren't his natural parents, but we would still love him just as much."

Pulling away a little, you placed a hand on his chest, playing with his shirt buttons. "Please," you whispered once again.

Touching Jungkook was always so important to you. It was something you lived for. You could never explain why.

Your fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of your thighs touching as you both squeezed together. You couldn't explain it, but you needed it, and also the rabbit.

Well, when you were thrown to bed by the turned on man, you did expect that.

But what you didn't expect was Jungkook turning you over to make you lie on your stomach and taking you from behind.

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"Married?" You practically screeched, not sounding all that pleased, which left Jungkook feeling a little offended. "We're not getting married."

The man holding you snorted at that. "I may have let you have your naughty little way with me for the past couple of days, but that doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to keep treating me like some dirty little toy. If you want to live with me then I expect you to put a ring on my finger," he said, holding up his left hand and wiggling his ring finger to punctuate his words.

Holding the duvet against your bare chest, you climbed out of bed and stood in front of him. "Why?" You asked.

"Because I want to eat the crappy bread you give me with milk poured over it, saying that you made French toast. Because I want to argue with you just so we can have angry but crazy hot makeup sex. Marry me, because you're my best friend and I want to grow old with you, my adorable idiot who's enough to drive a saint to madness or a king like me to his knees."

You stared at him the way a kid stares at a rainbow, taking in all that beauty which came with manliness, not wanting to look away in case he might disappear.

"Don't be so full of yourself," you mumbled, going back to bed. "-and you're not on your knees."

Jungkook still had his head resting on the pillow as you laid beside him again, sharing the duvet.

"Little Kookie is still inside the bedroom and he has seen us do it all," you mumbled, feeling the arms wrap around your waist as they pulled you closer to him.

"We'll bribe him not to tell anyone about how he saw his father make his mother feel good," he said, his fingers twirling your hair.

"Huh?"

You weren't given an answer as Jungkook pulled you on top of him, a huge grin on his face that made you giggle.

"You look like an idiot," you said and placed your hands on his well-defined shoulders.

"A cute idiot," he corrected while you tried getting up. "You're not leaving, kitten," he said, tightening his arms around your waist, under the duvet.

You opened your mouth to answer, and so did the bedroom door.

Stomach dropping, you turned your head back to see your brother standing there all in his pink silk pajama glory.

"I have matters to discuss with Jungkook and, little girl," Yoongi stared into your eyes blankly. "You better send him downstairs with a quickie. If you don't make him come fast, I will."

With that said, the pale skinned man shut the door close as he left downstairs.

"We really should start locking the door," you heard Jungkook say, sitting up and letting you straddle him.

Giving a soft kiss on your lips, he laid you back on the bed, collecting his clothes that were scattered on the floor, lifting up Little Kookie in his arms.

"We must let our son meet his uncle before we talk to him about our wedding," he said.

"About how I get to cuddle you for the rest of my life," you stated.