Forced to be his ♡✔️

35. Making love 🌚

Smut warning ⚠️ : minor's are not allowed.

Yoongi's pov

The moonlight painted Jimin's face in a silvery glow, his features softened by the ethereal light. He lay sprawled on the warm sand, a sigh escaping his lips as he watched me.

It was a scene I could get used to, him lying there, vulnerable and open, his eyes fixed on me. I was layed on top of him, my weight a comforting pressure against his chest, his warmth seeping through the fabric of my shirt.

I was a whirlwind of delicate touches, featherlight pecks on my cheek and forehead, his fingers tracing patterns on my back.

He was a creature of silent adoration, his eyes lingering on my features with a tenderness that made my heart clench. I shifted slightly, feeling the weight of his gaze intensify.

Jimin : "You're beautiful,"

he whispered, the words barely audible above the gentle lapping of the waves.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. I couldn't help but agree. He was pretty damn handsome too, his jawline sharp and defined, his eyes holding a mischievous glint.

His hand, small and warm, found its way under my shirt, his fingers bold and curious, tracing patterns on my bare skin. A shiver ran down my spine and I tried to control the goosebumps rising on my skin.

Yoongi : "Jimin?"

I managed, my voice a mere whisper, a hint of alarm creeping into my tone.

He didn't respond, only tightened his grip, his thumb brushing against my skin, his palm settling firmly on my ass. A gasp escaped my lips, my cheeks burning hotter under the moonlight.

Yoongi : "What are you doing?"

I asked again, my voice barely above a whisper, a sense of confusion and arousal battling within me.

A soft, teasing smile played on his lips, and his lips brushed against my neck, sending a wave of heat through me.

Jimin : "Just enjoying my husband's fine ass,"

he murmured, his voice deep and husky, his fingers pressing harder.

I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement, His words, however, were a playful tease, a hint of mischief hidden in his tone.

Yoongi : "Jimin..."

I breathed, the word a mix of protest and surrender.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest, and leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear.

Jimin : "You're a sight, Yoongi,"

he whispered, his breath warm against my skin,

Jimin : "all flushed and tangled under me. I can't help but want to explore you, to see how your body feels under my hands."

His fingers continued to trace patterns on my skin, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. I found myself responding to his touch, my breath hitching, the heat in my cheeks turning into a wildfire. My gaze met his, and I saw a reflection of my own desire mirrored in his eyes. He was beautiful, his face lit by the moonlight, his smile playful and mischievous.

I knew what was coming, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation.

His hand was warm and reassuring, his fingers tracing patterns on my palm.

Jimin : "You on top of me,"

he said, his voice husky, his eyes burning into mine,

Jimin : "your body pressed against mine, your shiny hair falling on your face, your porcelain skin glowing under the moonlight. You gasp at my touch. Your pink lips are parted, your cat-like eyes are fixated on me. Your hands touch my face..."