Mi Amor || Book 2✔️

16

He sat in his chamber commencing an important meeting. His expression was tact. A week after his marriage, he is already back on duties. “Your Majesty, we need a Queen.” Jimin raised his brows at the minister's words.

“I’m already married. Isn’t my wife your Queen? If this question comes regarding the coronation ceremony I’ll be preparing for it soon.” The minister agreed with him. Initially, he had referred to Jimin’s future marriage and his second wife as the potential Queen.

None, had accepted with a welcoming mindset of you being their Queen. Royal blood mattered to them above everything. The guard knocked on the door, and Jimin granted him permission to come in.

“Your Highness, madam Y/N is here  and desires to see you. I informed her she could enter, but she urged me to ask for permission. Not wanting to disturb the meeting.” The soldier bowed his head. “She’s so considerate.” Jimin thought.

“Meeting dismissed, I’ve brought up good resolutions for the matters needed to be attested at its earliest. For the remaining tasks, visit Lieutenant Jeon Jungkook. He shall help you out.”

The ministers silently sighed leaving the room. There was no way they could question, and remind him he was a King. Paying attention to his wife should be his second priority.

“Mi Amor you're here.” Jimin spread his arms welcoming you in his clinch. You stood still on your spot, looking down. “Is there something wrong?” The soldier closed the door. Standing outside guarding Jimin's chamber. “Actually there is-” your ears turned red. Incapable to put it in the right words.

“Do you need anything?” He was worried about your abashed state. “I’ve come here since you ordered me to inform you.” Jimin demented at your incomplete phrase. “Can you make yourself clear?” Goosebumps had pricked up your skin. “I’m wet.” You lowly whispered. His eyes widened. Going silent for a minute.

“Come here.” Pushing his chair back he pats on his lap. “I won’t repeat myself.” He really had to be authoritative didn’t he? You walked up to him sitting on his thigh. “Relax, I’m glad you came here.” He unties the knot of your dress, loosening it. “We’ll have to get rid of this for me to help you hmm?”

You nod your head. This was all a new feeling to you. Jimin settles your frame on his lap, trussing his left arm around your waist. Your dress was left open. Exposing your lower body. “You're so wet” he stares at the patch on your panties.

“How long has it been?” His breath fanned on your ear. “I was laying on bed, when I felt pain down there. At first I didn’t mind, then-” Jimin didn’t need to know more. “What were you thinking?” Grazing his fingers along your wet folds he stares at your face.

“I was remembering how you loved me on our wedding night.” A smirk looped his lips. “My wife wants me to love her again?” Your shyness gave away the answer needed. “I was thinking of loving you tonight, let's go to your old room. I’ll make love to you there.”

Prodding his fingers in your quim, he kisses you. Mufflings your moans in the kiss. “Hush, don’t moan, the guard standing outside might hear those beautiful noises. This is your punishment for not coming as soon as you were wet.” A King’s wills and prodigies are unchangeable so were his rules during intimacy.

“I’ll permit you to moan tonight for now, bear your punishment.” Biting on your lips he drawed out blood unintentionally swiping his tongue instantly on the metallic liquid. “I’m sorry.” Kneading your clit, Jimin pinched your weak nub. “Is this making you feel better?”