#bath smut

you wiped your palms on your white apron, smoothing down a few stray hairs before he reached the kitchen. when he finally appeared, he looked every bit the exhausted executive, tugging at his tie with a weary face. but the moment his eyes landed on you, the tension in his face crumbled into a soft, genuine smile. "jay, you’re finally home," you chirped, crossing the kitchen in a flutter of fabric to throw your arms around his neck.

you kissed him with a lingering passion that made him melt against you, his briefcase thudding forgotten to the floor as his arms locked around your waist. to him, you weren't just a wife; you were his sanctuary. he remembered the lean years—the cramped library carrels where you’d shared a single cup of coffee while he stayed up until dawn studying. you had been the only person who believed in his vision when he had nothing but a blueprint and a dream. he’d made sure that the moment you married—he’d provide a life where you’d never have to lift a finger for anyone but him. and in return, you made it your mission to be the perfect spouse, keeping his home pristine and his heart full. he cherished the fact that your hands were soft, no longer calloused from part-time jobs, and that your only worry was which outfit you’d put on the next day.

"hi, my beautiful wife," he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek with a soft touch, as if he still couldn't believe you were real. he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "it smells incredible. what’s the occasion?" your eyes sparked with excitement as you gestured toward the spread. "i found a new cookbook today and decided to experiment. now, sit!"

you whisked his briefcase away to its usual spot by the door while he sank into his chair with a heavy sigh, rubbing at his neck. you returned to the table to slice the bread, the crust crackling under the knife, feeling his gaze heavy on you from across the table. "how was your day, princess?" he asked softly.

"calm," you replied, pouring the deep red wine into their glasses. "a trip to the store, a stop at the bakery for dessert... a lovely, quiet day. and yours?"

his expression darkened as the reality of the office rushed back. he took a bite of the bread, nodding at the flavor before letting out a sharp exhale. "not great, if i’m being honest. heeseung and i were trapped in meetings all day—just circular conversations that led nowhere. and the stocks are stagnant. they aren't dropping, but they aren't moving where i need them to be."

you watched him as he spoke, noting the slumped line of his shoulders. he had built his company from the dirt up, and while you were proud of his success, you hated how much of him it consumed. for the rest of dinner, you let him vent, listening intently to the complexities of a corporate world you didn't quite understand but followed for his sake.

despite your protests, jay insisted on helping with the cleanup. he washed the plates while you wiped down the counters, the rhythm easing some of the static in the air. when the last dish was dried, he leaned back against the counter, unbuttoning his cuffs with slow, tired movements.

you stepped into his space, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his chest to look up at him. "you're exhausted, aren't you?" his hands found your waist, drawing you flush against him as he peppered kisses across your cheeks. "just a little tense, baby."

a brilliant idea struck you, making you pull back with a playful grin. "let’s take a bath together. i’ll give you a massage so you can actually get some sleep tonight, okay?"

you were already heading toward the bedroom before you finished the sentence. jay didn't say a word, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he followed you into the hall. "now that," he finally responded, his voice low, "sounds like a perfect idea."

the bedroom door clicked shut, the sound heavy and final, sealing the two of you into your own private world. you didn't even look back at him as you walked straight into the bathroom, the flick of the light switch revealing the clean bathroom. you turned the heavy brass taps, the roar of the water filling the room as steam began to curl off the surface, thick and white.

you felt him behind you before you saw him. jay was a shadow in the doorway, his tie gone, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. he looked wrecked, but the way he looked at you was pure, pathetic hunger. "get undressed, jay," you say, not even turning around as you tested the water.

the sound of his clothes hitting the floor was the only answer you needed. when you finally turned, he was standing there, completely bare and already aching for you. his cock was heavy, dark and thick, twitching against his stomach with every breath he took. he looked so big, so imposing, and yet his eyes were wide and pleading, waiting for his next order.

you stripped slowly—the apron, the shirt and jeans, the lace—until you were just skin and bone in the humid air. you let your side braid unravel, your hair tumbling down your back in waves and stepping into the scalding water. you didn't sit; you stood there, the water swirling around your calves, and gestured for him to join you. "get in baby."

he obeyed instantly, his massive frame sinking into the tub. however you were so clingy, you straddled him, your wet, dripping cunt sliding over his rock-hard thighs. the friction of skin on skin under the water was electric, the heat making every nerve ending scream. your hands traveled up his chest, watching the droplets race down his abs.

"what are you doing, princess?" jay rasped, his voice vibrating against your chest. his smile was lazy and hooded. "giving you that massage, remember?" you whispered. you leaned in until your breath hitched against his ear. your hands moved to his shoulders, digging into the iron-hard muscle, kneaded the stress right out of his frame. you felt him groan—a deep sound that vibrated through your seat. "so tense, baby... i can feel every long hour you put in."

as you worked your fingers into his neck, your chest brushed against his. you saw his pulse jumping in his throat. "you have no idea," he muttered, his eyes fluttering shut. "it’s a goddamn war zone out there. it never ends."

"i know," you murmured, pressing a wet, lingering kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heart. "but you’re the most hardworking man i’ve ever known. if the world doesn't appreciate you, i will. as long as you come home to me, i'll make sure you forget the rest of them even exist." you trailed your lips up to his collarbone, nipping the skin until he hissed.

jay’s eyes snapped open, dark and blown out with heat. he didn't wait. his hand tangled in your damp hair, pulling your face to his for a kiss that tasted of wine and pure hunger. it was deep, messy, and desperate.

under the water, your hand moved. you slid it down the plane of his stomach until you wrapped your fingers around his length. he was already rock hard, throbbing against your palm. he broke the kiss with a choked "fuck," his head thumping back against the tub as you began to stroke him.

"does this help with the stress?" you teased, your thumb swiping over the weeping tip, feeling him twitch and swell even further. you picked up the pace, the water acting as a slick lubricant as you pumped the full, heavy girth of him.

"more than you know," he groaned, his own hand coming up to catch your breast, his thumb raking over your nipple until you gasped. the friction was electric. your hair acted like a veil around your faces, the steam making everything feel like a fever dream. he swore he could cum just by looking at you, you were such a beauty. your hand felt every vein, the sheer heat of him making your own core ache and slick over.

just as his breath hitched, that sharp, staccato rhythm that meant he was close—you pulled your hand away. you didn't let him finish. instead, you gripped his hair, pulling him into another bruising kiss while you hovered over him.

"i could stay in here all night," you breathed against his lips, shifting to his sharp jaw, and slowly moving your hips. you felt the tip of him prodding at your entrance, teasing the sensitive folds. jay’s arms braced on the edge of the tub, his muscles bulging as he watched you through heavy lids. "until we’re wrinkled?”

"whatever you want babe," you smiled. you didn't make him wait long. you guided him to your opening, the tip of him blunt and massive. you bit your lip, slowly lowering yourself down, feeling your walls stretch and accommodate every inch of his thick shaft. a long, high-pitched moan escaped you as he bottomed out, hitting your cervix with a dull thud. "you fill me up so perfectly," you whimpered, starting to move.

"ride me," he begged, his hands finally coming up to bruise your hips, pulling you down harder even as he stayed submissive to your rhythm. "use my cock to make yourself a mother, yn. fuck... put my babies in you."

the filth of it made your mind go blank. you started to move, your hips rolling in wide, grinding circles that sent the bath water splashing violently over the sides. the room was filled with the sound of wet skin slapping against skin and his desperate, needy whimpers. you leaned forward, your breasts rubbing against his chest, your nipples hard as stones as you picked up the pace.

every time you slammed down, he hissed, his eyes rolled back so far you could only see the whites. he was completely undone by the way you worked your cunt around him. you were milking him, and you both knew it. "you love this, don't you?" you gasped, leaning back to show him exactly how he was stretching you. "coming home to your h-house clean—food always on the t-table the minute you step in—a w-wife who lives to please you? a girl who’s only yours?"

"fuck, yes," he choked out. "no one else touches you. no one else gets this." it was messy and loud, the sound of your loud moans together filling the room. you leaned forward, your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as you picked up the pace.

you hit his sweet spot, making his cock twitch and throb inside you. you felt every vein, every thrum of his pulse. jay was a mess beneath you, whimpering like a dog, his mouth open as he panted for air. he couldn’t even think properly, his power outside this room completely forgotten as he worshipped the way you worked your pussy around him.

"you’re so tight," he hissed, his eyes snapping open to watch you. he looked at your body—the way your tits bounced, the way your skin was flushed red from the heat and the friction. "fuck, princess... you look so beautiful taking me like this."

the air was thick with the sound of shared whimpers. his mouth found your neck, sucking on it hard. every graze of his lips against your neck sent a fresh jolt of electricity through you. below the surface of the water, the friction was a rhythmic, grounding heat—a treasure you weren't ready to let go of. he looked up from your neck, his breath hitching with the unmistakable weight of his looming release, he managed a strained whisper. "yn... do you want me to pull—"

"no," you gasped, cutting him off as you gripped his shoulders, driving the pace faster. your voice was a desperate, honeyed plea. "do it. i want to carry your babies, jay..."

you bit your lip, the world beginning to blur at the edges as your climax was near. jay’s gaze locked onto yours, his eyes shimmering with a sudden, raw intensity. he nodded sharply, his calloused palms molding to your hips and anchoring you, pulling you down to ensure every inch of him was felt. "a little you... running around?" he echoed, his voice dropping an octave as his mouth formed a soft 'o' of wonder.

"or a little you," you moaned, leaning down to stroke his cheek, your heart hammering against your ribs. "imagine a little jay... chasing after you with a tiny briefcase just like yours?" the image seemed to hit him harder than the physical sensation. his eyes sparked, a soft, dazed smile breaking through his focus. in that moment, the idea of a family didn't just feel like a possibility; it felt like the final piece of the puzzle. "anything you want, angel," he promised, his voice thick with devotion. "i’ll give you everything."

you leaned in, capturing his groan with a searing kiss as your thighs tightened against his. the world narrowed down to the rush of the water and the explosive, shattering wave of your orgasm hitting all at once.

you clenched around him, your muscles squeezing his cock so hard he let out a strangled cry. the double hit of the heat and the friction was too much. you threw your head back, a loud, high-pitched shriek of pleasure tearing from your throat as you came, your vision going white.

jay wasn’t far from you. he let out a raw moan, his spine arching as he buried himself as deep as he could possibly go. you felt the hot, thick jets of his cum hitting your cervix, pulse after pulse of burning liquid filling you up, stretching you from the inside out. he didn't pull back; he stayed buried in you, his body shaking with the force of his release, making sure every drop stayed exactly where it belonged.

you collapsed against his chest, both of you panting, the only sound the dripping of water and the thud of your racing hearts. the silence that followed was heavy, broken only by your synchronized, ragged breathing. he held you there for a long time, his heart drumming against yours, his hand gently stroking your hair as the water grew still.

later, you padded into the bedroom wearing nothing but one of his shirts. it hung low, hitting mid-thigh, the scent of him clinging to the fabric. jay was already under the covers, his expression soft and sated. "that looks better on you than it does on me," he chuckled, pulling back the blanket. you crawled in beside him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. "you think so?"

"i know so," he murmured, kissing your temple and pulling you flush against his warm side. "my sweet girl. i love you." and as you drifted off, you knew tomorrow would be exactly the same—a cycle of devotion, soft love, and the kind of heat that made the rest of the world disappear.

“Considering this is your second bath today, perhaps I should be worried about both.”

“The first one was to get clean. This one is to enjoy,” she couldn’t help smiling, “Let me indulge in this rare treat. I don’t judge how you spend your money, and hot water is hardly the height of hedonism.”

Gale rolled up one of his sleeves and trailed his hand in the water, not quite brushing her knee. “I’m beginning to think I should have believed you when you told me you were a nymph in disguise…” he muttered with a wry chuckle. When she didn’t respond with more than a quirk of her lips, her gaze still fixed on the slim, leather-bound volume, he tried again. He began to trace the soft skin of her inner thigh, just above the knee joint, with a fingertip...

Shimming out of your sleep shorts and underwear, you sit on the bed with your legs spread open and your back lounging against the pillows. You drag your fingers down your tongue and wipe the slick digits across your clit. You turn on the device and the familiar buzzz already brings a tingle between your legs. As soon as it comes in contact with your bud, your legs give a quick shake as you drive your heels into the mattress. You barely wait more than a few seconds before you are turning it up to the next setting, and then the next. Your non-dominant hand is still up by your chest, stimming as you try to relax in the feeling. While it feels good, you don't feel yourself relaxing. It causes more stress and you throw the vibrator across the floor. The echo of the loud buzzing was just another piece of sensory you didn't need. You jump off the bed and grab your vibrator, just as the door opens.

"Hey baby, I thought i heard you doing someth-"

Bo's words were cut off by your mouth crashing into his, your tongue frantic to find its partner. Bo smiles against the passionate kiss, not a usual welcome he received, but he didn't mind every so often. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and you give a soft jump, signaling him to lift you. He cups your ass in his hands, carrying you over to the bed before plopping you down. As you land on the bed, you roll back and forth giggling slightly, and the smile that Bo had been sporting began to fade.

"Is something going on Y/N? I like the attention but you seem off..."

You sit up on your elbows and give a playful sneer.

"No Bo, I was just having a bit a moment, but now that you are here, I know you're gonna make me feel better, aren't you bub?"

You spread your legs open to reveal wet cunt to him, completely exposed throbbing for him. His jaw drops at the sight, and though he wishes he could fuck with his tongue right there and then, he gripped both of your legs and pushes them back together.

"Okay, a moment? This doesn't seem like a moment, this seems like one of your manic attacks..."

"Episode, attack. God, they all sound like being a little triggered is some big fucking deal," you drawl, dropping your head back against the mattress with evident exasperation.

"Well, it is serious Y/N, and it doesn't have to be a big deal if it is dealt with, so why don't we deal with it?"

You sit up and grab him by the collar, pulling him in closely. "Bo, I am trying to deal with it. But I need you to fuck me first, silly," you laugh as you go to kiss him, but he pulls away.

"Fuck Y/N, I can't just rail you and make the feeling go away! What if it's still there? Or what if you regret it and I violated you? No, I'm not fucking doing it babe, okay?" When he stops yelling and turns at you, he sees that your face is sullen, like the energy had been sucked out of you. Your face is white and you begin to droop.

Bo launched forward and catches you, your weight falling into him as you come off of your high. Silent tears are falling down your face, and you turn into Bo, muddling your sudden sob. Bo holds you as he sinks to the floor, you still in his arms. You are practically screaming into his chest, the pain from the episode left without anything to mask it.

Bo cradles you, petting your hair, as you shake softly. Your wailing had receded and you were breathing deeply into him.

"i'm sorry"

"i'm sorry too. I shouldn't have yelled Y/N, I was just scared. I should have listened to you."

You pulled away from his chest, wiping your eyes and your nose with the back of your hand. "No, it wasn't right of me to ask that of you, even if I did really want it. I just don't know how else to cope and I didn't want to feel this pain..."

"Baby, I'll help you through and make it feel better. I just didn't want either of us to be rash."

You sniffle, letting out a small chuckle. "God, when did you become so mature?"

Bo sets you on the ground before standing up and offering a hand. "Since I met."

You snort, sitting back on the bed. "Bullshit. You got worse."

"No, you got worse, I got better. Fair trade." He says, placing a fist in front of you.

"I'm not fist bumping you for that."

He shrugs. "Yeah you are."

You lean forward and open your mouth, attempting to fit his fist in before he pulls his hand away.

"Ew, wtf Y/N, you really are immature."

You laugh, getting up and giving him a kiss.

"But I'm your immature."

He looks down at you a smile that shows just how much he cares, the one he does right before he roasts you.

"Such a dumbass, that isn't even grammatically correct, jesus." As he says this, Bo scoops you up and carries you out of the room. Kicking open the bathroom door, he walks over to the tub and carefully seats you inside it.

You raise your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, leaving you naked in the deep bowl of your bath. He begins to run warm water as he goes into the toilet room, coming out with his pants around his ankles.

You snort before clapping your hands over your mouth.

"What? I thought I had an impressive penis? Is it suddenly not?"

You laugh as he swings his flaccid dick back and forth before stepping out of his trousers, leaving them behind as he removes his shirt. You scoot forward in the tub as he lowers himself behind you, the warm water and his cool body a comforting mix. Soon, your bodies match the temp of the water and you are relaxed. With your foot, you turn off the faucet and lean back into Bo, content that it was just you and him.

"Oohhh, is that leg all for me?" he says sarcastically, reaching out to graze your thigh as you place it back in the water. You turn your face to the side before responding, "Only if you ask nicely."

You feel his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. What what once was flaccid was now semi-hard and pushing into your lower back slightly. You wiggle back and forth, causing slight friction that makes him twitch. His hand slides from your stomach where it had been resting, down to the meeting of your legs, dragging his palm up and down your pussy.

"Can I help you relax some more, my love?"

You open your legs a bit more in response and Bo takes the opportunity to find your bud. It was still sensitive to the contact it had received earlier, but Bo always felt different, better. He made tight circles on your hood and bud, causing you to push into his hand. Soft moans escaped your open mouth, encouraging him to continue. Bo leaned down and began kissing the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Open mouthed, wet kisses with his fingers working you so expertly...

"Oh, fuck, Bo...god, I love you..."

"You love God, but not me? Ouch," he mumbles jokingly, biting your shoulder to punctuate his feelings. You jump slightly, a small growl emitting from your own throat.

You lean forward, giving yourself the space to turn around. Though it was a big tub, Bo still managed to fill the space, making it look average. Reaching forward, your take his member in your hand and begin pumping, your head next to his ear where your mouth breaths into his ear.

"I'm not the only one who needs to feel good."

You pick up the pace, working his shaft with your wrist in a motion that you knew drove him insane. With in a few more pumps, he was tugging your hand off of him and pulling you into his lap. As you land above his member, your mouths connect and begin exchanging depraved, desperate kisses. You reach between the two of you and line his cock up with your opening, just throbbing to be filled with his girth.

You go to kiss his neck right as you lower yourself onto him and he lets out a moan, bucking into you at the feeling.

"Oh, fuck Y/N, that's so good baby. So fucking tight."

You take a moment to adjust, still kissing his neck, when you begin to bounce. The water is sloshing about the tub, small droplets leaving its confines, but you don't care, and neither does Bo. His hand finds your hair and pulls from the nape of your neck, exposing your delicate skin to him. He leans in and attacks, as you roll your hips repeatedly, trying to pick up the pace in the slippery space.

You are moaning and whimpering as he leaves love bites, ones that won't be gone any time soon. As you keep rolling, you attempt to bounce, but find your knees slipping. Bo notices and stops kissing to give direction.

"Here, lean forward baby, hold onto the tub." Bo slides down the tub more, bracing his feet on the ends of the tub. He places both hands on your ass, kneading and squeezing the fat in his hands before he grips onto your waist and rails you from underneath. The water is over the tub, but you could care less, as he hits the deepest parts of you, your G-Spot relentlessly stimulated.

"oohhh, fuck, fuck fuck, jesus, ungh, Bo, don't stop"

"is my girl gonna come? you gonna come on my fucking cock baby? you taking that dick like I know you do? yes baby, yeah you better fucking come baby"

With one hand on the edge of the tub, the other next to his head, you let out a guttural moan before the orgasm hits you, causing your voice to crack into a scream.

"Bo, I'm coming! Bo, fuck, Bo cum baby, please cum, oh fuck"

He keeps thrusting, getting you through your high just as he reaches his.

"so fucking good baby, yes, squeezing that fucking cock, squeeze me baby, milk it, oh fuck, im gonna cum inside you, gonna cum inside you so har-hard OH FUCK"

He snaps his hips up into you once, twice, three times, before he is spilling into you, the warmth contrasting the water in the tub that was turning cold. You hold on as he does so before collapsing onto his chest, his member still sheathed inside you. You both are breathing heavy, and in sync, trying to slow your hearts from bursting. The tips of your hair are wet, while his is dripping, but all you can think about is how safe you feel against him.

After another moment or so, you sit up, legs shaking as you attempt to climb off him, the concoction of your cum and his spilling out of you. As it drips into the tub, you both laugh, realizing that neither of you were clean at all.

"Shower?"

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A/N: Wow, if only men could handle manic episodes like this in real life. This fic got away from me and I couldn't be happier. If you want more of this type of content, please comment down below or message me. Much love!