𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

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Y/N'S POV-

The entire ride back home was silent.

I didn't dare look up at him. Not after what happened minutes ago.

I didn't dare look up at the glaring eyes of Jun and Tun when i enterd inside the mansion

For sure they'll be cursing me internally. There's no doubt in it.

I straight away went inside our room.

All i heard was jungkook shouting at the men who were guarding around the house.

"All I gave you was one work which is to look after her safety. Can't you do that properly?" he shouted.

"Sorry Boss..." A man replied.

I looked at my myself infront the mirror.

Shit.

i look like a shit.

Not sure what else to do with myself, I took myself into the bathroom for a long, lingering soak in the bathtub I'd struck up a pretty serious relationship with already.

Below me, the sounds of the 'sorry Boss' lowered and lowered until I was sure no one was left.

Except my husband who made his way upstairs a couple minutes later, going into the bedroom. I figured he would stop there.

But then the bathroom door opened.

"Hey, I'm in here." I called, arm slapping over my chest.

"I see that." Jungkook said, pulling off his cufflinks, then his watch, his belt.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pretending it was pure worry that had my mouth going so dry as he slipped out of his jacket then yanked his shirt out of his pants.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked, making short work of the buttons, then whipping off his shirt.

"You can wait until your turn." I told him.

"It's been a long day, Y/N." he told me as his hands went to his pants.

It was alright.

Really, it was no big deal.

Shut the f#ck up heart. You're beating damn fast that he might hear you.

Why he felt the need to do it right in front of me was completely beyond me, but it wasn't a big deal.

Except the weird thrumming of my pulse said it was maybe a little bit of a big deal.

Jungkook's pants fell to his feet, leaving him in another pair of black boxer briefs, but this time giving me the view of them from the back.

he must have spent in the gym, even though I hadn't seen him get up early to do so yet before he got showered and dressed for his day.

I figured he was going to go ahead brush, so he could get to sleep.

I did not expect for him to hook his fingers into those boxer briefs and start pulling them down.

I wanted to call it panic that flooded my system right then, even if a little voice in the back of my head knew better.

"Jungkook, what the f#ck?,get out!" I demanded.

"There is one bathroom in this room, Y/N. And you're in it." he told me as the boxer briefs fell to the floor, giving me a view of that perfect ass of his without the material covering it.

"Then leave, and then I will get out of it." I said.

"No!" he shot back.

And then he turned.

I repeat... the man turned.

And I got a full side view of his naked body.

I want to say I didn't look. If anyone ever asked, I would tell them I didn't.

But I did.

I absolutely did.

There were all the firm lines I'd become acquainted with when he'd undressed before. But there was one part of him I hadn't seen. Felt, when I woke up on top of him? Yes. But never seen.

Even not hard, though, he was impressive in size.

What?

No.

Damnit. Shut your damn thoughts Y/N.

My gaze lowered as Jungkook made his way into the shower stall, turning on the water at full blast.

Then, well, I had nothing to do. I couldn't get away from him. Not without him getting a good eyeful of me since my towel would require me to stand up to reach for it. So I just had to stay there.

What can I say?. My curiosity got the better of me right then.

And my head raised just a bit; my gaze lifted. Then there he was. In all of his naked glory.

He stood under the shower, one hand resting on the wall, letting the water cascade down his neck and body. Delicate white soap bubbles drifted down over his skin-neck, shoulders, back, stomach, ass, and legs.

But none of that really held my attention at all. Because something else was demanding it.

Namely, the fact that his cock had hardened while he stood there, stretching out, impossibly long and thick, just begging for release.

What did shock me, though, was the fact that with a long-suffering-sounding sigh, Jungkook's other arm raised, and his hand closed around his hard length.

I could hear my own breath catching in surprise, and stayed statue-still for a long moment, worried he'd heard too, that he maybe looked over, that he knew I'd seen.

It wasn't like he was hiding what he was doing. I was in clear view of the shower. But I didn't want him to know that I'd been watching.

I was surprised by the throbbing between my legs. He was, objectively, a practically perfect male specimen. He was tall, fit, with classically handsome features, and, you know... the great cock.

I told myself I wasn't going to risk looking again.

But the sound of his breath hissing out had heat igniting through my system, making my skin feel flushed and overly sensitive. The throbbing got worse and worse until I didn't seem to have any sort of control as my eyes looked up from under my lashes.

His muscles were tense, taut, as he worked his fist up and down his long length.

His other hand balled into a fist on the wall as his breathing got more and more ragged.

I pressed my thighs more tightly together, trying to calm the chaos between-the throbbing, insistent ache that my body was begging me to ease.

My breath felt caught, making my chest tight as I watched Jungkook take himself closer and closer, getting nearer and nearer to that edge.

Then pushing himself right over. His fist slammed against the tile, as a low, almost ragged groan escaped him as he came.

My gaze slid away then, knowing he would be less distracted and more likely to catch me watching, even just under my lashes.

Even with my head down, though, the insistent aching between my legs didn't ease. If anything, it seemed to get even more insistent, making me realize that once he was gone, I was going to need to do something about it if I wanted to be able to fall asleep.

The water cut off a minute later, and I swear I was so hyper-aware of everything at that moment that I could hear him toweling off before making his way in my direction.

Toward the closets, not me.

Except, no, he wasn't making his way to the closets.

He was walking towards ME.

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