⚠️WARNING: READ ON YOUR OWN RISK!!‼️
In the dimly lit penthouse overlooking Seoul’s glittering skyline, Jungkook leaned against the marble countertop of his lavish bathroom, his sharp eyes fixed on the glass-encased shower. Steam fogged the air, curling like whispers of forbidden secrets, but it couldn’t obscure the vision before him. His wife, Taehyung delicate yet intoxicatingly beautiful, with porcelain skin and curves that could unravel even the coldest mafia boss stood under the cascading water, oblivious to his gaze.
Jungkook was the undisputed king of the underworld, a man whose name evoked fear in boardrooms and back alleys alike. His hands were stained with blood from deals gone wrong, his tattoos a map of power and conquest. But here, in the privacy of their home, he was undone. Taehyung’s lithe body arched as he rinsed shampoo from his long, dark hair, water tracing rivulets down his slender neck, over the swell of his chest, dipping into the subtle dip of his waist before caressing his hips and thighs. Those thighs soft, inviting, marked faintly from Jungkook’s possessive grips nights before parted slightly as Taehyung shifted, giving Jungkook an unintentional glimpse of the smooth, glistening skin between them.
A low growl escaped Jungkook’s throat, primal and unrestrained. His cock twitched in his tailored slacks, hardening instantly at the sight. Taehyung was his bound by vows in a world where alliances were forged in fire but moments like this reminded him why he craved him beyond mere possession. Taehyung’s innocence clashed with the sensuality he exuded without trying, his soft hums echoing faintly over the water’s rush, body moving with graceful, unwitting seduction.
Jungkook’s hand moved on instinct, palming the growing bulge through the fabric. The friction sent a jolt through him, but it wasn’t enough. He glanced toward the bedroom door guards posted outside, the city asleep under his control but no one would dare interrupt the master here. With deliberate slowness, he unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink swallowed by the shower’s symphony. His zipper slid down, freeing his thick, throbbing length into the cool air. Already leaking at the tip, it pulsed with need as his gaze locked back on Taehyung.
Taehyung turned under the spray, back to him now, water sluicing over the perfect curve of his ass. Jungkook’s breath hitched. He wrapped his calloused hand around his shaft, gripping firmly at the base before stroking upward in a long, teasing pull. The sensation was electric, hot skin over steel-hard flesh, his thumb circling the sensitive head to spread the precum slickly. He imagined it was Taehyung’s mouth, those plush lips stretched around him, eyes watering as he took him deep.
“Fuck,” Jungkook whispered hoarsely, leaning his forehead against the cool glass for a better view. His strokes quickened, rhythmic and controlled like the way he dismantled empires precise, unrelenting. Up and down, twisting slightly at the crown, his free hand bracing against the wall as his hips bucked subtly into his fist. Taehyung bent forward to wash his legs, ass presented unknowingly, cheeks parting just enough to reveal the tight, pink entrance Jungkook had claimed countless times. The sight nearly broke him.
He pumped faster now, breaths ragged, muscles tensing under his inked skin. Visions flooded him: pinning Taehyung against these very tiles, water pounding as he buried himself deep, hearing those breathy moans turn to cries of his name. “Jungkookie… please…” Taehyung would beg, body trembling, clenching around him until they both shattered.
Jungkook’s balls drew tight, pleasure coiling like a serpent in his core. One hand flew to cup them, rolling gently as he stroked harder, the wet sounds of his fist mingling with the shower. His eyes never left Taehyung—now facing him again, hands sliding soap over his chest, fingers grazing nipples that hardened under the touch. Taehyung bit his lip, a soft sigh escaping, and Jungkook imagined it was for him.
With a muffled groan, he came undone. Thick ropes of release spilled over his hand, splattering the glass in hot bursts as waves of ecstasy ripped through him. His body shuddered, thighs quaking, vision blurring for a moment as he milked every last drop, slowing his strokes to savor the aftershocks.
Taehyung turned off the water, reaching for a towel, still unaware. Jungkook tucked himself away, a predatory smirk curling his lips as he wiped his hand clean. The mafia king straightened his suit, composure restored but the hunger lingered, burning hotter than before.
Tonight, his beautiful wife would feel every ounce of that desire.
Jungkook would make sure of it.
