MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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As requested, my clothes were now a bundle of fabric on the bedroom floor. He left the bathroom door open, letting the sound of water filling the tub slush around.

I waited patiently for him to tell me when it's ready, sitting fully naked on our bed. What I didn't expect was him emerging from that bathroom fully naked himself. I hoped to have the privilege of baring him, but I will never complain about this.

The second he came into view, all that skin, muscles and perfection, I forgot how to breathe. My heart went berserk and skipped over a dozen beats as he made his way over to me, scooping me up from the bed, and into his arms.

'God, you're stunning.' He murmured, eyes glued to my lips for a moment too long before scanning the rest of my body. 'I'm a lucky man.'

'I'd argue I'm the lucky one.'

'We can argue about this later.' He smirks. 'The bath is waiting for us.'

I kept my eyes on his face, not even caring for the bath at the moment. I just want to kiss his lips, his neck, his throat. My god, that throat...

I only noticed we were there when he slowly put me down in front of the bathtub, holding my hand so I can get inside on my own without slipping. I'm getting a full princess treatment at the moment, and I am counting minutes while my legs are still working, because I know that I won't be able to walk peoperly when he's done with me.

The excitement pooled from every cell in my body as I lowered myself down, submerging my body under the water, feeling the heat and the bubbles swallowing my skin.

I didn't say a word, but moved forward, leaving the space for him to slide in. Not that I needed to. This bathtub is massive. There's enough space for 3 people to be in here.

The water shifted around us as he lowered himself down, and gently pulled me to lean into his chest. Closing my eyes for a moment, I leaned all the way into him and felt all the problems just melt away with the heat of his skin pressed to mine.

I felt him moving so I opened my eyes. I watched him sink the sponge under the water, then squeeze it a few times to make all the soap create the bubbles.

Lips brushing over my ear, he whispered, 'Relax, beautiful.'

I gave him a small, barely noticable nod and relaxed as much as I could. I tried to keep myself steady, but the first touch alone made my heart slam into my chest.

He pressed the sponge in the dip of my throat, squeezing it in his hand to make the water slide down my chest between my boobs, then moved the sponge left to right, from one shoulder to another. Shoulder to shoulder, collarbone to collarbone, he slowly washed my skin, murmuring into my ear how beautiful I am.

I could barely breathe as it was, but he decided not to let that happen, and let the sponge glide over the my chest. I gasped as he rubbed the sponge over the swell of my breasts, following the lines perfectly. Round and round, left to right, up and down. My thighs pressed together under the water, but apparently that's not allowed.

His hand slipped to the inside of my right thigh, squeezing it just enough to make a little whimper slip past my lips. 'I told you to relax, baby. You'll have enough trouble with that later.'

I let my head fall to his shoulder, giving myself over completely. My thighs spread a bit wider, letting his hand roam free as he wished it to, focusing on breathing.

'Good girl.' He whispered into my ear, grazing his teeth over the edge of my ear

His fingers moved up and down my thigh, and even under the water, it felt like they were burning against my skin. Like every touch left a mark, a small tattoo invisible to the naked eye. But what made me slightly crumble was the sponge he slid over my nipples, making me squirm under his touch.