Jimin's mind's always been so, so twisted.

So fucking rampant, majesty will subside into a ticking time bomb if he ever came across my thoughts. I gaze at his alluring back as he laid there into the bed. He's my Euphoria. Been since so long. How have I been holding on?

Why haven't I ripped his shirt from his hot body to shreds yet?

Blood stimulates, hot.

"What's wrong, who was that." Jimin asked sitting up as his eyes wearing curiousity.

"It was Hoseok, Masimo attacked our shipment at the Atlantic." Jungkook said grtiing his teeth his anger showing the shipment was worth 500 billion dollars.

"Don't worry we will make him lose his every single shred, let the dog enjoy his little Victory." Jimin said with a viciously cunning smirk plastered across his face.

"You literally are my shadow you know that right, it's weirdly comforting kind of that we are so much alike." Jungkook said leaning back on the bed. Hands running through his slightly long hairs.

Jimin set my phone I was holding aside on the table.

I can see that hungry lustful gaze Jimin has over me. He's turned on.

Can't keep it in.

Wants me to manhandle his darling milky white body all over. Oh, Jimin's desperate for it. If I don't give it soon enough, he's gonna start demanding. Asking for it. I just tend to be scrupulous when it comes to Jeon Jimin. I don't think I can help it either. When I notice minor details about Jimin's physique, it turns me on even more. His fingers keep fisting repeatedly, curling inwards as if craving for skin on his palms.

I chuckle, quietly, knowing jimin has planned something unusually big for us already in his mind.

The satisfaction which rains down inside my body is immense. My dom roars for physical contact. Jimin's bare flesh.

My hand slides on his waist, possessively gripping. The daintiest squeak elongates from his mouth making a hitched sudden voice. All the while holding my gorgeous spouse close, promising risk to his heart. And, sweet sexy body. I know Jimin is looking at me as I take my time to pamper his milky skin. Bright, fierce ponds staring at me with anticipation and wicked unrest. Churns my buddy down in my pants, hard growing more than to just jump into that skimping velvety heat.

I'm patient, I try to be slow right now because I know nothing will be slow once we start going at it. "What will happen tonight dangshin ?"

"W-What?" Jimin gulps, unconsciously playing with the left collar of my black shirt. "Well I want to try something on you Jungkook."

My hand slides down, tempted, to his perky ass. The slow touch makes Jimin close his eyes in building arousal. I grope the area, pulling him strongly on me. Jimin starts shaking. Fuck, this is becoming interesting.

"You want to try something on me ? And what may be that Jeon Jimin ?."I can see the faint hesitation in his eyes but pretty surely he wants to do that something.

"What is it dangshin you look nervous around your own husband hmmm?"

Jimin's breath hitches and he distanced his body from mine, which is very much against his own body's will. Jimin's body does want to stay stuck to mine but he can't get past the hesitation. Fucking even curious it's making me. Behind those innocent pools of lust, there stands a man who's ecstatic about me. It's just us two. He can do whatever he want with me and i will loves it. And the vice versa even he absolutely fucking loves it.

"M-Me? I nev-"

"Touching my cock while I'm driving is misbehaviour, Mr. Jeon," I whisper, giving a light sweep of my fingers near his shirts' end. His thighs tighten as I touch.

"So...what are you gon-gonna do about it, master?" He
Asked innocently.

Magma-like sparks thunder inside him, he wants it. There's no going around it anymore. We are going to face this, watch usbreak. Cause after every soft touch I've given him tonight, after every sensual burst in my veins I've tried to calm, this is all I can take back.

Wasn't  Jimin just the best? Just knowing I'd lose control. Crimson started coloring my vision.

Alert. Fascinated with sparkles. His face studied mine, in an attempt to read it.

I knew it was futile, I was too in-control to let anything go beyond a point I wanted to. Not with sex either. I put no leash on myself, but for Jimin, I have. My fingers scorched a deeper red mark into his skin when I harshly met my lips with his plump sweet gasping ones. My name became a mere moan in his mouth which was gulped in with my own tongue.

Ruthless and unforgiving, that's all I ever knew. Jimin wants to taste it again, doesn't he? The monster ?

The Lucifer ?

I let my teeth ruin his softness and plunge raw, unfiltered bruises. The struggle of my helpless husband below me was as fascinating as it sounds, he writhed and collided with my body as if deprived. Jimin's hands held my shirt plaintively. With the alcoholic powers of his lips, Jimin could make me drunk on them. Like no other alcohol could ever do me. I chewed jimin down like a man starved, stamping supremacy over our union. Jimin took my tongue in with no force.

It must have struck as an indecent surprise when Jimin realised I wasn't going to be as soft with it as he anticipated. I fucked my tongue with Jimin's, leaving him choked and breathless. Oversensitive fire bursting in between his legs, travelling up and heaving a giant tsunami. Nothing is easy to control, not even jimin. Not myself. Definitely, not me. I was the only one keeping us both sane in this forest fire of pointless desire. Heathens broke loose when I drew a painful amount of blood from his plump lips.

The delicate, debauched sound jimin made feeling the flesh getting bit off burst more masculine energy. If rain were ever to be made of lust, we would be it. My cock was stone inside the pants, making it bulge ahead and glide against his abdomen. The littlest wanton acts drive me to the edge, Jimin's insufferable.

I found unhinging pleasure in his gasps and whimpers, usually. But tonight, I was way too far gone in his serine almond -eyed, lust-filled voice to even care about gentleness.

I can't get enough of Jeon Jimin.

Soon, Jimin was pressed deep into the mattress. A square pillow got thrown off as I settled between his legs, parting them roughly with my knees and thighs. His chest finally sloshed with my torso, giving more currents. I let his throat go. Deep marks of the monster inside me were left back, Jimin's getting a hell lot of those tonight.

A helpless cry was set free from his plump lips when I entered two fingers into his drenched, humid heat. It sucked them in. Clenched hard as I moved back, obviously not liking the fact that I stopped kissing.

Oh, enjoying? I see.

His back arched with a perfect S-shape as I jammed the fingers back in, hips rolling untrained. My pink palm spanked his bare asscheek, loud. It had strength, the power he didn't know lay dormant in me. After so long, the same, materialistic, disgusting urge to lose control and attain power stilled in me. I fisted his harsh-struck ass and bit carelessly into his bare shoulder. A well-known scream of longed for roughness curdled in Jimin and entered my ears. Jimin opened himself more, tilting his head back. The unbuttoned shirt almost falling from his body losing its original place and driving me insane.

Fervor enriches when his body peels before the murderous glint of my eyes.

"Don't fight me," I growled in a brutish voice Jimin would never have heard directed for him. It was the roaring need to satiate my superiority and dominance.

"Never." I'm keeping every bit of Jimin for myself, fuck.

I rose from over Jimin, leaving him stunned and breathless. Orders were given to him immediately and he abided, like my right hand yet my husband. "Strip it."

My belt clinked and swished away from my waist, the shirt unbuttoned. I lost it on the floor, much like any sense persisting.

"Crawl to me, love." My back hit the cushions behind, my legs opened for Jimin to settle where his place is. Rest of the night was a cruel zephyr to frosty skies. Snow flaked down on the barely snowed in lands of Italy.

Wishes were granted and taken.

"Your body. Jungkook I want to do something I've been dreaming of since I confessed to you." Jimin said his face brushed against my neck as hi starts peppering feather lite kisses and began to bite my neck harshly.

"You've been saying it. Care to enlighten me about your fantasies over my body dangshin.?" I asked him holding his chin and only to notice a dark red patch of bruised purple skin over my neck. He's been obsessed with me.

"I know you can handle it's nothing for you. Jungkook I want to pour candle wax over your delicious body so..... can we...." Jimin asked nervously hiding his face in my  neck making me to raise my eyebrows in surprise

"You want to paint my body with candle wax Jeon Jimin?" Jungkook asked caressing Jimin's locks while the he was still stuffed in my neck.

"Becuase your body is a dream to devour and wreck his majesty." Jimin pants out.

"Sure go ahead, darling paint my with your desires and dark fantasies." I replied and this seems to have taken him off guard.

"Really am I allowed to? Oh fuck damn master." He squeals in excitement nothing like the dangerous right hand man of the Jeon Empire.

"Allowed to ? Jeon Jimin I may be the Mafia Emperor but you know that I'm your husband too darling. My body and entire me is all yours, you don't need any permission dangshin to have what's rightfully yours. Do you get that ?" I say and see him turning red with a soft blush crept across his face as he nodded.

Like crystal ice, his fingers seemed to drip with the hot red candle wax. Motivated, deprived, unleashed.

I knew everything weighed on him at once. He had been so thirsty to do this, with the love of his life. He'd spend years imaging how it will be, how it would feel.

"I can see in your eyes that you've imagine this with the one you love, isn't it Jeon Jimin."

"Yes, and tonight I'm doing it with the love of my life but never thought back then that it would be none other than Jeon Jungkook." He says with amused chuckle.

Now, that the moment is here, Jimin's stomach tightens in anticipation and exigency. Thrill. He could count stars but not the times he had wished to do this ever since his eyes landed on Jeon Jungkook the man he had realised his feelings for his husband.

It took a hungry rake of his delirious shards for Jungkook to realise he was going to have his way around his body with his favourite coloured candle wax, fuck..... while he's at it and make a painting of the Emperor's body.

There was a box of coloured erotic candles as Jimin watched Jungkook's body hungrily he began to light one of the candles holding in his hand. Ready pour of Jungkook's caramelised tanned skin. Colored wax painted over his beautiful body contrast to his husband's black inked tattoos

No one would know how the Emperor was allowing this to happen, he was letting Jimin take the control such a husband he is.....  Jimin thought and smiled. It would look so abstract by the end of it, pours of sexual drive and love would be painted red by candle wax on his body. They really knew what he was doing and what he wanted, even the Emperor wanted it now.
With his body and Jimin's wonders.

"I'm asking this again: can I pour this hot wax on your body?"

A still. Heart slipped and stopped, fell so clumsily. Fool Jimin you're foolish to be so in love that you can't even moralise your desires for Jeon Jungkook. He thought internally biting his plump lip.

"Yes. Jeon Jimin."

"...Can you fuck me while I pour it over you?"

Blatant and straightforward, he doesn't beat around the bush. Nor did Jungkook expect him to. Both of them have had sex two times, each time was different and last one was juicy in its own respect. Though, jungkook look surprised. Butterfly-winged eyelashes look down so daintily, Jimin's fingers pad around on the ball of Jungkook's shoulder without realising what it does to him. They're robust but equally sensitised to Jimin's touch.

"Why not dangshin. I will give it to you raw hard and deep, just like the way you want it" Looking into his eyes for a sign of approval, Jimin raise himself higher. This time sticking his bosom to Jungkook's torso inadvertently.

It felt as if tweezers were plucking at jimin's insides until it was carved empty, like scooping out papaya seeds. This might sound dramatic but this was the Jeon Jungkook, Jimin felt himself levitate with his unnerving stare which had now settled atrociously stern on the lines of his body. Studying jungkook. Planning. Designing. Envisaging his art which is going to paint his husband's hot body with hot wax.

"It's just me, pretty." Jungkook mouthed and that was all it needed for Jimin to bring out his crazy self to devour his husband.

The room was thick with heat.

Not just from the flickering candlelight that bathed their bodies in molten gold, but from something deeper, something primal.

Jimin sat straddling Jungkook's hips, his bare skin pressing against the hard planes of the Emperor's body. Beneath him, Jungkook lay back against the silk-draped bed, his muscles taut, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. His arms weren't bound—they never could be.

But even though his power was unchecked, unrestrained, limitless—

He let Jimin take control.

For now.

Jimin's fingers traced over the sharp lines of Jungkook's abs, feeling the tension beneath his touch. His nails dragged lightly over his skin, just enough to make Jungkook's muscles twitch.

The candle in Jimin's hand burned steadily, the melted wax inside shifting, waiting—just like the man beneath him.

Jungkook's dark eyes flickered between Jimin's face and the candle. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and Jimin could see it—the anticipation, the waiting, the challenge.

"You're not scared, are you, my Emperor?" Jimin murmured, tilting the candle just enough to let a single drop of wax threaten to spill.

Jungkook's smirk was slow, dark, knowing. "Do your worst."

Jimin did.

The first drop of molten wax hit Jungkook's collarbone, and his entire body tensed. His jaw clenched, breath shuddering just slightly. But he didn't flinch.

Jimin watched, memorized the way Jungkook's throat bobbed, the way his fingers curled into the sheets.

Then—he tilted the candle further.

The wax poured in a thin, steady stream down Jungkook's chest. The red hot wax poured over his throbbing sensitive nipples, JungKook for theff bf rat time felt falling apart the hot wax burning his nipples sensually and the reactions Jungkook giving to Jimin were absolutely delicious.

(Imagine red color wax not white okay ?)

Jungkook's breath hitched.

His muscles flexed, his thighs tensing beneath Jimin as the heat painted his skin in shades of hot red.

Jimin smirked, bringing the candle higher, watching the way the wax curved along the ridges of Jungkook's body—down the valleys of his abs, pooling in the dip of his navel, trailing lower.

Jungkook let out a slow, shaky exhale.

Jimin leaned down, lips ghosting over Jungkook's throat, whispering, "You feel that?"

Jungkook swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. "You're testing your limits, dangshin."

Jimin laughed softly, low and teasing. "And?"

Then—another slow pour.

The wax cascaded over Jungkook's ribs, over the sharp cut of his V-line, trailing down his thighs.

Jungkook hissed, his hands gripping Jimin's hips, fingers digging in as if to ground himself.

Jimin smirked.

He wasn't done.

He dragged the candle higher, letting the hot wax spill over Jungkook's shoulders, down his arms, painting his skin in streaks of red. Then—he moved lower.

The wax poured down the center of Jungkook's abdomen, curling around his obliques, flowing over the hard muscle of his thighs.

Jungkook's thighs twitched.

His breath left him in a sharp exhale.

His fingers dug into Jimin's skin harder.

And when Jimin tipped the candle one last time, letting the wax trail down the curve of Jungkook's lower back—

Jungkook groaned.

Low, deep, gritted between clenched teeth.

Jimin shivered.

He leaned down, tongue darting out to trace along the streaks of hardened wax, tasting heat and salt, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses down Jungkook's chest.

His voice was nothing but a whisper.

"Melt for me. My love"

Jungkook's breath stuttered.

His fingers twitched.

Then—his grip snapped.

In an instant, Jimin was flipped onto his back, the candle clattering to the floor.

Jungkook hovered above him, breath ragged, chest rising and falling, his body painted in red wax, in heat, in fire.

His eyes burned.

And then—his lips curled.

"My turn."

Jimin barely had time to breathe before he was flipped onto his back, his world spinning as silk sheets tangled around them.

The candle clattered to the floor, the scent of burning wax still lingering in the air.

And above him—Jungkook.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his breath uneven, his body painted in streaks of red candle wax that glowed under the dim, golden candlelight. His muscles flexed, tense beneath the heat, beneath Jimin's touch, beneath the weight of something deeper.

Jimin swallowed.

Fuck.

Jungkook looked—dangerous.

His dark hair clung to his damp forehead, his skin glistening with sweat and hot wax, his gaze hooded, burning, unreadable.

But beneath all that—Jimin saw it.

The way Jungkook's lips were slightly parted.

The way his hands trembled slightly where they caged Jimin against the bed.

The way his eyes— intense, sharp, and filled with something raw— stared down at Jimin like he was something to be worshiped.

His Husband, his Empress.

His everything.

Jimin's heart clenched, something soft wrapping around his ribs, pressing tight.

He reached up, fingers sliding over Jungkook's jaw, over his lips, down his throat. His palm pressed against Jungkook's rapidly beating heart.

And then—he smiled.

"You're breathtaking, Jungkook."

Jungkook stilled, his lips parted as he had that reddened cheeks now.

His throat bobbed, his lashes fluttering, but his fingers tightened against the sheets.

Jimin could see it—the way his body reacted first, before his mind could even catch up. "Are we blushing now emperor?"

Because Jungkook was not used to being looked at like this.

Not as an emperor. Not as a ruler. Not as a man feared by all.

But as—a husband.

As someone loved.

"Shut up, Jeon Jimin."

Jimin lifted himself slightly, pressing his lips against Jungkook's chest, right where his heart pounded wildly beneath his skin. His hands roamed over heated flesh, tracing over the wax-covered muscles, feeling the way Jungkook trembled under his touch.

He trembled.

Jimin smirked against his skin. "You're sensitive," he whispered, lips ghosting along Jungkook's sternum.

Jungkook let out a slow, shaky exhale, his fingers twitching where they gripped the sheets beside Jimin's head.

Then—his lips curled.

And just like that, the heat shifted.

His grip snapped.

Jimin gasped as Jungkook grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head, forcing him deeper into the mattress.

Jungkook's voice was low, rough, hoarse with something dark and dangerous.

"You love testing me every time, don't you?"

Jimin's breath hitched.

Then—he smirked. "Would you love me any other way?"

Jungkook chuckled, low and deep. "No, I wouldn't."

Jimin's heart raced.

And then—Jungkook kissed him.

Hard. Deep. Devouring.

It wasn't rushed.

It wasn't just passion.

It was deep love.

Jimin felt it—the way Jungkook's hands tightened around his wrists, like he never wanted to let go. The way his lips moved against his, desperate, yearning, needing more.

The way Jungkook held him.

Like he was his entire world.

Jimin let himself melt into it, into Jungkook, into them.

Because here—wrapped in the heat of his husband's body, tangled in love and desire and something far too deep to name—

He knew.

He would always burn for Jungkook.

And Jungkook—

Would always burn for him.

Droplets of wax dripped onto the floor and crawled down Jungkook's jumbo forearm. Looked like blood rolling off. Jimin's thighs rubbed against each other, impatience suddenly hitting in his stomach. Throat dried up when his sinister hand harshly held jimin's ankle, preventing him from moving back. The bell of the anklet chiming a soft yet prominent sound.

(Now on jimin ignore that female detail okay, imagine Jimin's body now.)

Yeah, the never forgetting wedding night gift was finally being useful for Jungkook just like the way he wanted it, ringing in his ears as the words ring in Jimin's ears to flashing in his mind.. With all the mounting feelings.

"We've just started darling and this time you've ignited me, brace yourself Jeon Jimin. I can already sense that you won't be able to walk tomorrow dealing with the masimo, dangshin." Jungkook said in his deep husky bone chilling voice sending shivers run down Jimin's spine but he was equally twisted and excited for the man he love, his gorgeously handsome husband Jeon Jungkook.

Part two in next chapter okay ? And let me know your thoughts how was it ?