[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

49; Tension and Temptation

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JUNGKOOK

The air in the room is thick with tension and anticipation ever since I set Jimin on the bed. I can feel his impatient gaze following me like a lost puppy but I refuse to give in—yet.

It's true that we haven't had sex or anything near that ever since the incident with Hobi, but fuck me if I say I didn't crave him.

I do like crazy!

But being the understanding husband I am, I couldn't bring myself to indulge my fantasy and desire when he is going through a lot. So I held back—I was very patient.

The past few weeks were the worst torture I've ever had. Jimin might be struggling with his emotional turmoil and everything but that doesn't stop him from looking so damn fuckable and submissive.

Like, help me?!

He had a lot of episodes of being needy—lots of hugs, kisses, and intimate touches but never beyond that! What am I supposed to do? I'm not a damn saint!

Obviously, I got hard!

But he has been too vulnerable to the point that it breaks my heart to even have those unhinged thoughts in the first place! Tell me—Which husband in this world can stay sane and not get hard when his spouse is acting like a temptress?!

And now he is playing innocent and coy, asking me to fuck him like I haven't dreamt about doing so for the past weeks!

Park Fucking Jimin...

I got tons of problems right now, damn it! I'm hard, for sure—that it hurts already! Two, I'm too fucking turned on that I can barely think straight right now.

Three, I want—no, I need to ruin him so fucking badly which leads to the fourth problem; I want to do unspeakable things to him! I can't be gentle and slow if I give in now because my head is currently full of bad things I want to do to him.

I can't even look—

"Hyungie?" His voice grounds me back to the present, silencing the wild thoughts running through my head. Damn that whiny voice!

"What?" My voice comes out very strained and harsh—not that I intended to. "What is it, baby?" Sighing, I finally look at him when he says nothing.

"Why are you keeping distance?" He looks down, fiddling with his fingers.

"No, I'm not." I deny the obvious truth. We're indeed physically apart because he is on the bed and I've been on the couch ever since we entered the room—I don't trust myself to be near him at any cost.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting?" He looks up, giving me the full view of his needy gaze. "How long are you going to leave me hanging like this? Hyungie?"

I sigh and look away, feeling my self-control slipping further. My dick has been aching so badly and seeing his face is definitely not helping at all.

He's the only one who can turn me into this mess effortlessly, without having to do anything!

"We're not going to fuck?"