PROTECT YOU <JUNGKOOK X READER>

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO

Y/n

I woke up with the weird sensation started with my feet being softly massaged, and the touch was softly goes up to my thighs. I thought I was dreaming being in the spa house receiving the Japanese massage style with the pro. But I recognized these hands.

I open my eyes lazily and peak through the sunlight entered my bedroom. He was there sitting next to me still wearing his working attire. It seems like he came straight here soon as he reach home. Knowing it's still early and I must've been sleeping.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He said. The voice is different with the one I used to hear these two days. But he was Jungkook. Not the man I legally married.

"Good morning." I rub my eyes to have a better view of his gorgeous tired eyes. Well, I fall for this man too.

"Were you sleeping like this even when I leave?" His hand reaching my belly as I gasped when he caresses me. I only put on my underwear and cover with thick blanket to stay warm.

"I didn't changed the habit." He smirked at my answer. I hold his hand under the blanket and bring it to my lips for a kiss.

"I missed you." He says and lean down to take me into his embrace.

"I missed you too." I pull him closer. I apologize from deep inside my heart to him that I've betrayed him. I cheated on him with Jungkook. He never knew. Or he did, I just waited to be executed.

"You're shaking, sweetheart. What's wrong?" He pull away and ask. I was already crying without I realized.

"I'm guilty." I tell him, I was going to admit what I did with Jungkook, but it's only gonna make him in danger.

"I apologize." I tell him again, and he frowned. As if he didn't understand. What a quite show and hidden talent.

"You misbehave while I'm away?" He smiles, caressing my hair.

"Yes, punish me the way I deserve, daddy." He smile again. Thinking this was a kink games we used to do.

"But I don't know what you did. How can I decide the right punishment for you."

I touches the side of his face and he lean over my hand with his close eyes. I move my blanket away from my body and sit up to kiss him. He response fast, kissing me back desperately. Gripping the back of my head to tilted my head to the side to deepen the kiss.

"I'm guilty, punish me!" I whispers between the kiss but he just kissing me delicately. How I feel so cheap right now. Yesterday I was in other man's arms, and now I returned to my husband's embrace. What a shame. To be better if he just knew and hit me, I don't mind. I deserved it.

But those only happened in my imagination. In real world, he would make love to me in this early, quiet morning after he returned from his work, desperately and roughly. He would expressed his feeling from the bottom of his heart, along with lust and desire he has been keeping while he was in his journey. Now he's going to let it out. Let it all out, until I scream painfully, to bleed in pleasure, branding my skins with his delicate scratch from his nail. Leaving all of his DNA all over my neck and chest. Causing those pleasure sweat to combine with his perfumes. I hugged the body, his mind collide with mine, making love on it's own the way our bodies does. Creating a new pleasure at every moves we caused.

His skilled tongue and fingers joined together to give me sweet torture, no matter how much I begged, he won't stop until he gets what he want.

We don't know how much time that wasted, we just knew and remember the door is locked.

His dirty words, his slaps and spanks. I feel like his whore. His little ungrateful slut that only care for the pleasure, the new pleasure he gave me until they bring me to the edge of countless orgasm.