The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as Y/n stood nervously in front of Jimin. Her cheeks were flushed, and she fidgeted under his intense gaze.
"I said kiss, not peck," Jimin repeated, his voice teasing yet firm.
"But I-I don’t know h-how to do it," Y/n stammered, her eyes darting everywhere but at him.
Jimin chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending shivers down her spine. “Oh, well, no problem. I’ll show you, then you can do it.” He began to lean toward her neck, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Panicking, Y/n stepped back quickly. "N-No! I-I will."
Jimin smirked, clearly pleased. "Good," he said, his tone smug as he folded his arms, waiting.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Y/n tiptoed, closing the height difference between them. Hesitantly, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Jimin responded immediately, placing his hands on her waist, his touch firm but not overbearing.
Her heart raced as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his neck. She hesitated for a moment, unsure, before pressing her lips to his skin. The kiss was tentative and inexperienced, but Jimin’s reaction was immediate.
He closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly to give her better access. "Don’t stop until I say," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.
Encouraged but still unsure, Y/n continued. She kissed his neck softly, moving slightly along the curve of his skin. Suddenly, without realizing it, her teeth grazed his skin, and she accidentally bit him.
Jimin hissed softly, his body tensing. "Ah!"
Y/n immediately froze, pulling back in alarm. "I-I’m so—"
"Don’t stop," Jimin interrupted, his voice deeper now, filled with something she couldn’t quite place.
Swallowing nervously, she resumed her kisses, this time being more careful. She tried to match the rhythm of his breathing, feeling slightly more confident.
That confidence was short-lived as Jimin’s hands, which had been resting firmly on her waist, started to move. Slowly, deliberately, they slid lower, brushing against her hips and then moving toward her backside.
The touch made her freeze, her entire body stiffening. She immediately pulled back, breaking the intimate moment. Her wide eyes locked onto his, her face burning with embarrassment.
Jimin’s smirk returned, but there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “What?” he asked, his voice a mix of teasing and challenge.
"T-That’s enough," Y/n said, stepping back further, her voice trembling but firm.
He chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, petal. But next time…" He let the sentence trail off, the mischievous glint in his eyes making her heart race even more.
Y/n turned away quickly, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to steady her breathing. Jimin’s presence was overwhelming, and she needed a moment to gather herself.
Y/n’s cheeks burned red as she glanced at Jimin, his piercing gaze still locked on her. Unable to handle the intensity of the moment, she quickly mumbled something unintelligible and hurried to the washroom, her footsteps echoing in the quiet room.
Jimin stood there for a moment, watching her retreat with a smirk playing on his lips. Once she was out of sight, he let out a small chuckle, shaking his head.
His hand instinctively reached for his neck, fingers brushing over the spot where her lips had been. The faint dampness from the kiss lingered, and he couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crept onto his face.
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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓
Romance(Editing is going on) Y/n marries for her father's happiness but she doesn't know that her husband is a mafia. She also had a boyfriend in the past. What will happen when both of them find out about each other's secret? It's just a fanfiction.
