Nana was curled up on the couch, tablet in hand, giggling at the latest K-drama episode.
"Oh, Jun-ho is so romantic!" she squealed softly to herself. "That confession scene was perfect—"
She was so absorbed she didn't hear the front door open. Didn't hear footsteps heading to the bathroom. Didn't notice anything until a shadow fell over her.
Xavier stood there, fresh from the shower, wearing nothing but a towel hung dangerously low on his hips. Water droplets still clung to his ash-blonde hair, trailing down his lean chest and defined abs.
But his blue eyes weren't sleepy like usual. They were dark. Dangerous. Jealous.
He bent down, caging her on the couch with his arms on either side of her. His face moved closer until his breath ghosted against her neck.
Nana jumped, finally noticing him. "Husband! You're home early—"
He pecked her nose—a deceptively sweet gesture that contrasted with the storm in his eyes. "You like those actors?"
"No—"
"Oh really?" His voice was soft, almost amused, but there was steel beneath it. "You didn't even notice me come home. Didn't notice me shower. Because you were too busy giggling at him."
"I was just trying to kill time because you said you'd be late—eunghh—!"
Her words cut off as his hand slipped under her short dress, fingers finding her core through her panties. His other hand moved to squeeze her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple through the thin fabric.
"Killing time by watching other men?" He rubbed her through the damp fabric, feeling how quickly she was getting wet. "I think you need a reminder of who actually makes you feel good."
Before she could respond, he scooped her up and carried her to their bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them.
He kissed her deeply—consuming, claiming, his tongue plunging into her mouth until she gasped for air. But even then he didn't stop, his lips moving to her neck, biting marks into her skin.
"Xavier—wait—"
"No waiting." He pulled back and deliberately dropped his towel.
Nana's face turned bright red. Even though they'd been intimate before, the sight of him—fully aroused, his cock hard and flushed—still made her breathless.
"Husband... you're so big..."
"And you're going to take all of me." He guided her hand to wrap around him. "But first, I want that pretty mouth."
He brought himself to her lips, the tip brushing against them. "Open."
She did, tentatively taking him in, and he groaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent heat pooling in her belly.
"Damn it—yes—" His hand tangled gently in her hair, guiding her. "Your mouth is so warm. So perfect. Take me deeper."
She tried, hollowing her cheeks, and he cursed again. "Fuck—just like that—you're so good for me, starlight—"
The filthy words spilling from his usually quiet mouth made her blush even harder, but she loved it. Loved seeing him lose control.
Before he could finish, he pulled out and lifted her, carrying her to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Her eyes widened. "Xavier! People might see—"
"Good." He pressed her against the glass, the cold surface making her gasp. "Let them see. Let everyone know you belong to me. That no K-drama actor could ever have you like this."
He dropped to his knees, pushing her dress up and pulling her panties aside. Then his mouth was on her, tongue licking and sucking with desperate hunger.
"Ah!" Her hands flew to his hair as her knees nearly buckled.
The wet sounds filled the room—obscene and intimate—mixed with her whimpers and his low growls. He ate her like a starving man, his tongue doing things that made her see stars.
"We haven't even started yet, starlight," he murmured against her, the vibration sending pleasure through her.
"Eunghh—husband—it's so good—"
"Yes, tell me you're mine." He added two fingers, curling them just right. "No—scream it. I want everyone to hear."
"Husband! Xavier! I'm yours! Only yours—eunghh!"
She shattered against his mouth, her legs shaking, and he caught her, licking up every drop of her release. When he pulled back, her essence glistened on his chin, and the sight made him impossibly harder.
"Perfect," he said, standing and turning her to face the standing mirror near the bed. "Now watch. Watch yourself taking me."
He positioned himself behind her and entered in one smooth thrust.
"Ah!" Nana's eyes flew to the mirror, seeing herself—flushed and disheveled—and Xavier behind her, his expression intense as he filled her completely.
"So tight," he groaned, his hands moving to cup her breasts, playing with her nipples while he thrust. "Watch how beautifully you take me. See how perfect we are together."
He left kiss marks everywhere he could reach—her shoulders, her neck, the top of her breasts—claiming her visibly.
The angle was deep, almost too deep, and she whimpered shamelessly as he hit that spot that made her dizzy.
"Xavier—too much—I can't—"
"You can." He picked up his pace. "Look at yourself. See how beautiful you are when I'm inside you. No actor on a screen could make you feel like this."
She came again with a cry, and he pulled out, carrying her to the bed.
"I want to see your face," he said, laying her down and positioning himself over her in missionary. "Want to see you fall apart beneath me."
He entered her again, slower this time, watching her expression. Her lips parted, her small tongue peeking out, and something in him snapped.
"So pretty," he groaned, leaning down to suck on her tongue, kissing her so deeply she couldn't breathe.
The sensation of his tongue and his cock moving inside her was too much. She came again, clenching around him rhythmically.
"Fuck—" He thrust harder, chasing his own release. "You feel so good—so perfect—mine—"
He came with a groan, burying himself deep and filling her completely. But even as he softened slightly, he kept moving.
Round after round they went. He was insatiable—months of pent-up jealousy and desire pouring out. By the time he came for the third time, Nana was half-asleep, exhausted and thoroughly claimed.
"Full..." she mumbled, feeling him overflow inside her, dripping onto the sheets.
"I know." He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, finally satisfied. "You did so well, starlight. So perfect for me."
He carefully withdrew and cleaned them both with warm cloths, then returned to bed. But instead of lying beside her, he rested his head on her chest like he always did when he was tired.
"No more K-dramas," he mumbled, already half-asleep.
"Mmm... but you're so cute when you're jealous..."
"Not cute. Possessive." His arm tightened around her waist. "You're mine. Only mine. Don't forget it."
"I won't." She stroked his hair gently. "I love you, Xavier."
"Love you too, starlight." His breathing evened out quickly—his habit of falling asleep instantly kicking in. "My light... my everything..."
As he drifted off completely, Nana smiled. Her jealous, possessive, secretly yandere husband who couldn't stand anyone else having her attention—even fictional characters.
She wouldn't have it any other way.
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THE END.