BTS YoonMin Imagines - Collection 2

Thunderous Love [M]

Hello!

This story was requested by AmisAndInfires_hoe and I'm sorry it took so long to finish. Hopefully, it was worth the wait 💜

This is another smut-based oneshot, so if you're an innocent ARMY, just... don't lol

Enjoy!

Saturday, 6:27 AM

Jimin's POV:

I woke up to the feeling of fingertips running up and down my side from my shoulder blade down to my thigh and back and again. The warm fingers took time to rub soothing shapes on my lower back for a little while before going back to their previous route, up and down and up and down. Just to feel every groove and dip and scar like they were trying to memorize every single imperfection. I leaned my head back just the slightest to see Yoongi's eyes closed, resting peacefully beside me, his features soft and relaxed as his chest moved up and down at a steady pace. He had yet to notice I was awake since he was caught up in his peaceful trance, but when I tilted my head to leave a soft kiss to his jaw, a small smile crawled its way to his lips.

Yoongi slowly peeled open his heavy eyelids and turned his head to find me watching him fondly. "Good morning," I murmured. Yoongi's smile widened.

"Good morning," he replied, his voice deep and raspy from lack of use during his slumber. I pressed a sweet kiss to his delectable, cherry lips and moved back down to snuggle next to the familiar naked body that was holding my own in its arms. I puffed out a sigh of content and settled my free hand on his chest.

"How long have you been up?" Yoongi buried his nose in my hair and took a subtle inhale and a sigh before pressing a soft kiss to my head.

"When the storm kicked in. Hour maybe. I like listening to the rain." I looked out the window to find that the world outside was being hammered by violent wind and rain. A flash of white briefly lit up the bedroom before a rumble of thunder nearly shook the apartment. Yoongi is a heavy sleeper, so it must have been even worse when he woke up.

As I looked around more, I noticed the small fairy lights lined along the ceiling were still on, emitting a soft, golden glow across the room. A fan was plugged in beneath the window to create a comfortably chill draft, the sound of the storm and the fan whirring filling the room with peaceful background noise that made me want to fall back asleep. But I was content where I was; I was cuddling with my warm and naked alpha who was showering me with pleasant touches and affection, and there was no way in hell I was going to leave any time soon. Especially since it was the weekend.

"Well... now we can listen to it together," I whispered. Yoongi's lips tugged into a tired smile and turned to rest his forehead against my own. With my heart doing the macarena in my chest, I lifted my hand to settle on the side of his head to pet his hair and stroke the soft skin of his cheekbone while his own glided soothingly up and down my waist. We were impossibly close, like we were trying to melt together into one body. Our skin and the fluffy comforter covering us emitted a blissful amount of warmth to counteract the coldness of the room. Our eyes were closed as we laid in silence, just listening to the world outside and the steady sound of each other's breathing.

It had been a long time since we got to spend time together like this. With his job as a music producer, Yoongi traveled quite a lot and I usually was able to go with him since the company I worked for as a dancer was contracted to work with Yoongi's in case the artist he wrote for requested choreography. But this time, he had a meeting in England, and I already had a gig here in Korea. He was away for a month, the longest we had been away from each other ever since we met, and it had nearly driven the both of us mad. Being marked to each other made the pain of separation far less agonizing, but any separation from your mate is torture. We had been mated five years at that time, and no matter how many times Yoongi had to travel for work and how long he spent away from me, it never got any easier. So when he got back home the night before, let's just say I wasn't going to be dancing for at least a day or two.