The sun shone brightly over the luxurious pool, its rays glinting off the shimmering water. Y/N, the young CEO, sat by the edge, her eyes fixed on the pool, a picture of cold, calculated composure. She wore a bikini, a bold choice for someone so reserved, but it suited her, accentuating her slender figure and hinting at a hidden confidence. Her long, dark hair fell in loose waves, framing her face, and her expression was one of quiet determination. She was here for a purpose, and nothing would distract her. Unbeknownst to her, Jungkook, the notorious mafia boss, watched from a distance. His muscular frame, usually a source of intimidation, was relaxed and casual as he leaned against the pool house, a smirk playing on his lips. He had arrived unannounced, as was his style, and his presence immediately disrupted the calm atmosphere. "Well, well, my dear wife," he drawled, his voice carrying across the pool. "I see you're ready for your swimming lesson." Y/N's eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line. She hated it when he called her 'wife' in that tone, as if they were nothing more than strangers tied by a legal contract. "I don't need your lessons, Jungkook. I can learn on my own." He took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something deeper. "Oh, but I insist. You see, I have a feeling you might drown if left to your own devices. I can't have that, can I?" Her gaze flicked to the water, and a hint of vulnerability flashed across her features before she masked it with her usual cool facade. "I'm not a child, Jungkook. I can take care of myself." "I know you can, my dear. But sometimes, even the strongest among us need a little guidance." He moved closer, his presence looming over her, and she felt the familiar stir of annoyance mixed with something else—a frisson of awareness that she couldn't quite ignore. "Fine," she relented, her voice laced with a hint of resignation. "But make it quick. I have work to attend to." Jungkook's smirk widened. "Oh, I intend to make it very memorable." As she rose, he offered her a hand, his touch firm and warm. She took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet, and their eyes met, a silent challenge passing between them. His grip tightened, and he pulled her closer, their bodies brushing against each other. "You know, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "I've always wanted to see you in this bikini. It suits you, don't you think?" Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened further. "Stop it, Jungkook. This isn't funny." "Funny? I don't think so. I find it rather intriguing, don't you?" He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You see, my dear, I've noticed how you react to my teasing. It's as if you want to deny it, but your body tells a different story." Y/N's breath caught as his words struck a chord. She had tried to ignore the way her heart raced whenever he was near, the way her body responded to his touch, but now, with him so close, it was impossible to pretend. "You think you know so much, don't you, Jungkook?" she challenged, her voice shaking slightly. He smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Perhaps I do. But I'd rather show you than tell you." Without warning, he pulled her into his arms, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. Y/N's eyes widened, surprise and desire warring within her, but she couldn't resist the pull of his lips, the way his tongue teased and explored. His hands roamed her body, familiar yet unfamiliar, and she felt a heat build within her, a fire she had never known before. As they kissed, the tension between them seemed to crackle and spark, and the pool, with its cool waters, became a distant memory. Jungkook's hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, and she felt the hard length of his body against hers, a reminder of his power and dominance. "Jungkook..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. He pulled back, his eyes intense, and she saw a vulnerability there, a glimpse of something raw and real. "I know, Y/N. I know how you feel. But we don't have to pretend anymore. Not with each other." Their eyes locked, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between them. The make-out session continued, their kisses becoming more intense, more desperate, as if they were trying to convey a lifetime of unspoken words. The night air added an extra layer of intimacy to their encounter, the stars twinkling above them as they surrendered to their desires. Y/N's heart raced, and she felt a rush of emotions, a mix of excitement and vulnerability. She had never imagined this side of Jungkook, this playful and teasing husband who seemed to know her so well. Jungkook's hands trailed down her back, sending shivers through her, and he pulled her even closer, their bodies aligning perfectly. She could feel the strength of his muscles, the power he held, and yet, in this moment, he was gentle, almost tender. "I want to show you how much I care, Y/N," he whispered, his voice gravelly with desire. "I want to make you feel special, like no one else can." Y/N's breath hitched, and she leaned into him, her hands finding his broad shoulders, her fingers tracing the defined muscles. "I... I want that too," she admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable. "I want to feel this with you." Their lips met again, a gentle, lingering kiss, and then, with a sudden surge of passion, they devoured each other. Jungkook's kisses became more demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth, teasing and tantalizing. Y/N responded eagerly, her own tongue dancing with his, their breath mingling in a heated exchange. As their kiss deepened, Jungkook's hands roamed, cupping her ass, pulling her closer, and Y/N felt the full length of his erection pressing against her. She moaned softly, her body arching into his, wanting more, needing more. "You feel so good, Y/N," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "So soft, so perfect." She smiled against his lips, a mix of pleasure and surrender. "I want you to make me feel like this always, Jungkook. I want to be yours." Jungkook's eyes darkened, and he pulled back, his gaze intense and possessive. "You are mine, Y/N. Always."

His words echoed in my mind, 'You are mine, Y/N. Always.' I stood there, chest heaving, my body still buzzing from the heat of his kiss, the way his hands had gripped my ass, pulling me against his hard cock. The sun had dipped low, casting long shadows over the pool, and the air grew cooler, but my skin burned with the memory of his touch. I needed a moment to breathe, to process the raw desire he'd ignited in me, but as I stepped back, my phone buzzed in my bag. I glanced at the screen, and there it was—a text from Jungkook: 'Running late tonight. Don't wait up.' My heart skipped, a mix of annoyance and that familiar thrill. He was playing games again, the bastard. I typed back quickly, my fingers trembling slightly: 'I'm not waiting. Do whatever.' But even as I hit send, I knew I was lying to myself. The pool called to me, its rippling surface inviting, and I craved the solitude to clear my head from the way he'd made me feel—wet, aching, utterly his. Slipping away from the poolside, I grabbed my towel and headed to the changing room, but no, I was already in my bikini, the fabric clinging to my skin like a second layer. It was revealing, black and barely there, hugging my curves in a way that made me feel exposed, powerful. My breasts strained against the top, nipples hardening in the evening chill, and the bottoms rode up just enough to accentuate the swell of my ass. I walked back to the pool, the night sky now fully blanketing us, stars twinkling like distant witnesses. I eased into the water slowly, the cool liquid lapping at my toes, then my calves, sending shivers up my thighs. It enveloped me like a lover's embrace, the water's resistance highlighting every inch of my body as I submerged deeper. My bikini clung tighter, the material turning translucent, outlining the curves of my hips and the dip of my waist. I floated there, letting the water support me, my mind replaying Jungkook's possessive gaze, the way his lips had claimed mine earlier. God, I could still taste him, salty and commanding. But then, a splash broke the silence. I turned, water dripping from my lashes, and there he was—Jungkook, emerging from the shadows, his muscular frame cutting through the dim light. He'd lied about being late, the smirk on his face giving him away. His eyes roamed over me, hungry and admiring, tracing the way the water made my bikini stick to my skin, revealing the hard peaks of my nipples and the faint shadow between my thighs. 'Couldn't stay away, could you?' he said, his voice low, teasing, as he waded in closer. I glared at him, trying to summon my cold facade, but my pulse quickened. 'I told you not to bother. I'm handling this myself.' My words came out breathier than I intended, especially as his hand brushed my arm underwater, his fingers trailing up to my shoulder, sending sparks through my wet skin. He chuckled, that deep, rumbling sound that made my core tighten. 'Oh, yeah? Looks like you're just floating around, waiting for someone to join you. Admit it, you want me here.' His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer in the water, his body heat cutting through the chill. I felt the hard planes of his chest against mine, his erection already pressing against my stomach through his swim trunks. 'Your body's screaming for it, Y/N. That bikini's driving me crazy—showing off those perfect tits and that sweet ass.' I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as his fingers dipped lower, tracing the edge of my bikini bottoms. 'Stop teasing, Jungkook,' I whispered, but it was half-hearted, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders, feeling the ripple of his muscles under my palms. The water made everything more intense, every touch amplified, and I couldn't deny the ache building between my legs. 'Why? You love it,' he murmured, his lips hovering near my ear, his breath hot against my neck. Then his mouth was on mine, the kiss deepening instantly, urgent and raw. His tongue pushed in, fucking my mouth with the same dominance he'd shown before, and I moaned into him, my body surrendering. His hands roamed freely now, one cupping my breast through the wet fabric, thumbing my nipple until I arched against him, the other sliding down to squeeze my ass, grinding me against his hard cock. 'Fuck, you're so wet already,' he groaned, though it was hard to tell if he meant from the pool or my own arousal. I felt it too, the slick heat pooling between my thighs as he pressed a thigh between my legs, rubbing against my pussy. 'Tell me you want this, Y/N. Tell me you're mine.' I gasped as his fingers slipped inside my bikini, finding my clit with expert precision, circling it slowly at first, then faster. 'I... I want it,' I admitted, my voice breaking with need. 'I'm yours, Jungkook. Always.' The words spilled out, raw and honest, as he pushed a finger inside me, the water making the intrusion smooth, delicious. I bucked against his hand, my nails digging into his back, the pleasure building like a storm. He kissed me harder, his free hand tangling in my hair, tilting my head for better access. 'That's it, baby. Let go for me.' His finger pumped in and out, adding another to stretch me, and I felt the edge approaching, my body trembling in the water. But he didn't let me come yet, pulling back just enough to whisper, 'Not until I say so.' The night sky above us seemed to pulse with our passion, the stars blurring as I lost myself in him, every touch pushing me closer to the brink, but I knew he wouldn't stop there—neither of us would.