Marriage life with Jimin

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still, on his lap, you gently massage his scalp. he leans into your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as you massage his scalp. his eyes drift closed in relaxation, his hands still resting on your ass, fingers occasionally flexing "Mmm, that feels nice...." you smile warmly "Is that so?" he nods, still enjoying your touch. his eyes remain closed, a look of pure contentment on his face.

"yes, it is. your touch is shooting, comforting" he tilts his head to give you better access, a silent request for more. his hands still resting on your ass. "why are your hands still on my ass? what if I fart?" you joked. he chuckles, a low, rich sound that vibrates against your fingers on his scalp. "you're cute when you're embarrassed." his hands squeeze your ass playfully in response. "and even if you did fart, I'd still want my hands here"

you laughed, your head falling on his shoulder as you did, and your hands on his scalp stopped their movement but remained there. he wraps his arms around you, hugging you close as your hands stop massaging his scalp. his hands slowly move from your ass to gently rubbing them up and down your back. you continue to massage his scalp "Do you like my ass that much?"

he chuckles again, his hands still rubbing your back gently "I do like your ass, but that's not the only reason why my hands were there. It was just a playful gesture, but if you want me to stop, I will". you quickly answer him "No, do what you want.." he grins, pleased with your response. his hands continue to rub your back, gradually moving lower to your hips and ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. he leans in to whisper in your ear. his breath warm against your skin "I'm glad you're letting me touch you like this".

"why not? you have your way with me, you're my husband after all.." he laughs softly, nipping at your earlobe playfully, "Oh, so you're saying I can have my way with you, hmm? he kisses your neck gently, letting his lips linger on your skin as he continues to knead your hips and ass. you giggle as he said that "if you want it though.." he smirks, his hands squeezing your ass before moving back to your back "maybe, I do want it. maybe I want to take you to our room and have my way with you right now. what do you say, wifey?".

you chuckled and blushed a bit "How about dinner" he pouts, pretending to be disappointed "Dinner, really? Fine, if that's what you want. but just know, I'm not giving up on getting you into our bed later" offering you a hand to help you off his lap and stands up, you know that well that you've wanted to do it with him but your virgin soul can't help to be nervous. "we'll getting into bed later though, as we sleep" you smirked.

he grins and wraps an arm around your waist "That's true, but I'm not talking about sleeping, wifey. I'm talking about something more.....intimate" he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers. "what? cuddle?" you teased. he chuckles, his breath hot against your ear "Cuddle, maybe... but not just that" he nuzzles your neck, his hand drifting down to give your ass a firm squeeze.

"then... a few kisses here and there?" you continued teasing him. he tilted his head, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss "Mmm, you're playing hard to get, aren't you?" you make a smug smile. his hand slides around to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, making your breath hitched "Don't.. I'm not wearing a bra". He raises an eyebrow, a smirk crossing his lips "Oh, well, in that case...." he pulls you back onto his lap, his hand going straight back to your breast, giving it a squeeze through the fabric of your shirt. 

you chuckled "Hey, now...." you shoved his hand away and got off his lap, covering your breasts with your hands. he grins, amused by your reaction "Oh, feisty one, aren't you?" his eyes roamed over your body appreciatively before meeting your gaze. "fine, fine. No more playing with your tits for now". you roll your eyes playfully at him before pinching his hip "That's what we call feisty" You run into the kitchen. he laughs, the sound deep and husky as he rubs the spot where you pinched his hip "Oh, I like that feisty side of you".

he follows you to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he watches you move around, his eyes never leaving your body. you sense his stare on your body even though your back is facing him. "don't stare..". he chuckles, straightening up and pushing off the counter "I can't help it, you look good from behind in that skirt" he comes up behind you, his hands settling on your hips as he leans in to nuzzle your ear "and the way you move in the kitchen is so sexy". you roll your eyes and nudge him with your elbow, continuing your work preparing the utensils.

he laughs, his hands leaving your hips as he takes a step back "Fine, fine. I'll let you serve dinner in peace" he watches you continue to work in the kitchen, a smirk on his face as he admires your figure. you chuckled at him and shook your head "Take a sit" he nodded, moving to the table and taking a seat "Alright, wifey. I'll behave and let you do your thing" he crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he watches you finish serving the dinner, his eyes never leaving your body.

you gave him his chopstick and pecked his cheek before taking your seat across from him. he caught your peck on his cheek with a smile, his eyes lighting up at the gesture "Thank you, wife. This smells delicious". he takes a bite of the food, making sure to moan in pleasure as he chews and swallows "Mmmm..." you chuckled at him, he looks so adorable right now. you can't believe that he's the guy who always tries to flirt with you every chance he gets.

he looks up from his food, his eyes meeting yours with a glint of mischief "You know, it's been a month since we got married, and I still haven't gotten to taste my wife's body in any other way than a kiss..." you choked on your drink, cheeks flush hearing his bluntness. you cleared your throat and blinked a bit.

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to be continued....