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.