First Night | Jimin×Reader

First Night With Your Husband

"Dear you must be tired.Why don't you both go to your room?" Jimin's mother said while you noded.

"Jimin must be excited to go to the room right oppa?" Yuna, Jimin's sister said making you blush while looking down.

"You wanna die?" Jimin glared at her, making her giggle.

"Yah don't tease your brother... Kids you both go to your room" Jimin's dad said.

Then you stood up from the couch and followed Jimin.

"Let's go Y/N" Jimin softly said and held your hand, leading you towards your both's room.

Jimin and you were in a arranged marriage as both of your dad's were friends.

Both of you didn't mind as you both were single.

Going on multiple dates, movie nights, sleepovers, you both fell in love with each other but didn't confess yet.

Today was your wedding and you were in Jimin's parents house as they wanted you to stay with them for few days after wedding.

After that you both can go back to your own house which both of your parents bought.

Entering inside, Jimin closed the door behind you softly. You heard Jimin's footsteps coming closer to you, but you didn't move. Soon you felt his hot breath fanning on the back of your neck, hands making its way to your waist, pulling you closer back hugging you. His face rested on your shoulder, his mochi cheecks rubbing against your neck.

Butterflies were doing bungee jumping in your stomach, a red tiny covering your cheeck.

His one hand resting on your waist, another hand making it's way to your back, holding the zip between his fingers
he slide it down slowly.

Shivers ran down your spine and the cold air hit your back, his warm fingers tracing circles on your bare skin.

He peppered your neck with soft kisses before turning you around.

Slowly leaning in, he stare at your eyes asking for permission which you gladly, gave with closing your eyes and leaning in too.

His lips came in contact with yours, as you felt a spark in your heart, for the damn first time. Both of your lips moving against each other in sync. His fingers held the other side of the dress, softly pulling it down making it land on the floor.