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The early rays of sunlight spilled softly into the bedroom, casting a golden glow over the couple tangled in the sheets. Hoseok lay on his side, his back pressed against Jimin’s chest, their bare skin flush and warm from the night’s intimacy. Jimin’s arm was draped over Hoseok’s waist, his hand resting possessively on Hoseok’s hip. Their legs were entwined, Jimin’s muscular thigh slotted firmly between Hoseok’s.
Jimin was the first to stir, his lips brushing faintly against the nape of Hoseok’s neck as he inhaled the familiar, soothing scent of his husband. A soft hum escaped him, and he instinctively tightened his hold around Hoseok, pulling him impossibly closer.
Hoseok let out a sleepy sigh, his lips curving into a soft smile. Slowly, he stirred, turning around and pressing a tender kiss to Jimin’s chest as he murmured, “Good morning, love.”
Jimin chuckled, the sound low and husky. “That tickles,” he teased, his voice laced with affection.
Hoseok smiled up at him, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “Good morning, my lovely husband,” Jimin whispered, his tone filled with playful adoration.
Hoseok flushed a deep crimson, burying his face against Jimin’s chest. “Stop it, Jimin,” he muttered, though his smile betrayed his words.
Jimin smirked, his fingers tracing lazy circles along Hoseok’s spine. “Never,” he declared with mock defiance before leaning down, his lips brushing against Hoseok’s in a soft, lingering kiss.
“Morning breath,” Hoseok mumbled, turning his head away.
Jimin groaned dramatically. “Hobi, you’re killing me here! Just one kiss,” he whined, his pout exaggerated and endearing.
Hoseok’s laugh rang out, light and melodic. He finally relented, turning his head to meet Jimin halfway. Their lips met in a tender kiss, which quickly deepened as Jimin cupped Hoseok’s face, his fingers tangling in his soft hair.
Jimin shifted, climbing on top of Hoseok, his weight pinning him against the mattress. Their fingers intertwined, and Jimin pressed their hands into the sheets on either side of Hoseok’s head. The kiss broke just long enough for Jimin to murmur against Hoseok’s lips, “Open your legs for a lollipop.”
Hoseok’s face turned scarlet, his eyes darting away. “Jimin, I’m still sore from last night. And it’s too early for this.”
“But morning sex is the best,” Jimin whined, pouting like a child denied candy.
“No,” Hoseok said firmly, though the small smile tugging at his lips softened the refusal.
Jimin wasn’t ready to give up. He leaned down, his lips grazing Hoseok’s ear as he whispered, “Let me just slip it in… only the tip.”
Hoseok let out a startled laugh, smacking Jimin’s chest playfully. “You sound like such a pervert!”
Jimin grinned unrepentantly. “Maybe I am—only for you.”
When Jimin tried to nudge Hoseok’s legs apart with his knee, Hoseok clamped them shut teasingly. “If you want it so bad, make me blush first,” he teased, his tone challenging.
Jimin’s smirk widened. “That’s easy.”
Hoseok gazed up at him, his expression soft yet mischievous. Jimin lowered his head, his warm breath ghosting over Hoseok’s ear before his tongue darted out, licking the sensitive skin inside. His voice dropped to a low, sultry whisper, dripping with desire.
“You don’t realize how much I crave you, Hobi. Every inch of you is mine—the way your body trembles, the way you gasp my name when you’re beneath me. I could spend every morning worshiping you, making you scream until you forget your own name. You’re my addiction, my heaven.”
Hoseok’s breath hitched audibly, his entire body shivering at the intensity of Jimin’s words. Instinctively, his legs parted, granting Jimin access.
“Finally,” Jimin murmured with a victorious grin. He moved between Hoseok’s legs, his hands caressing Hoseok’s thighs as he positioned himself. Just as he was about to push inside, a loud knock echoed through the house, breaking the moment.
Hoseok burst into laughter, his head falling back against the pillow.
“Why?!” Jimin groaned, collapsing onto Hoseok’s chest in defeat.
Hoseok pecked Jimin's forehead, his laughter dying down to soft chuckles. “Tonight, Jimin.”
Jimin sighed dramatically, rolling off Hoseok and flopping onto his back. “Fine.”
Hoseok climbed out of bed, his skin glowing under the morning light. As he bent down to grab his clothes, Jimin reached out and gave him a playful smack on the ass.
“Jimin!” Hoseok yelped, a mix of a laugh and a moan escaping his lips.
Jimin bit his lip, his eyes darkening as he admired Hoseok’s form. “That’s mine,” he said possessively.
Hoseok rolled his eyes, though his smile was undeniable. He pulled on a sweatshirt and shots before heading to the door. “It’s probably your brother. Come downstairs.”
Jimin hummed, blowing Hoseok a kiss. Hoseok pretended to catch it, then left the room, closing the door behind him.
Alone, Jimin sighed, his gaze fixed on the door. “Hoseok, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I swear I’ll never let you go. You’re mine—today, tomorrow, and forever.”
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Downstairs, Hoseok opened the front door and froze.
Standing before him was a man he had never met before, but he was undeniably striking. Yoongi had an aura about him—something dark and magnetic. His messy black hair framed his sharp, defined features, and his piercing eyes held a depth that seemed to draw Hoseok in. His leather jacket clung to his lean frame, and beneath it, a fitted white tee showcased his toned chest. Ripped jeans hung low on his hips, revealing just enough to tease. But what truly caught Hoseok’s attention were his hands—large, veiny, and undoubtedly strong.
Yoongi extended one of those hands. His voice was smooth and low. “Yoongi. Jimin’s brother.”
Hoseok blinked, snapping out of his daze. He took Yoongi’s hand, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Hoseok. Nice to meet you.”
Yoongi didn’t immediately let go, his grip lingering a second too long. Hoseok tried to pull away, but Yoongi’s hold was firm until the sound of footsteps approaching forced him to release.
Jimin appeared, his face lighting up with a big smile. “Bro!” He pulled Yoongi into a tight hug.
“Good to see you,” Yoongi said, patting Jimin’s back.
Jimin pulled away. “How have you been?”
“Fine,” Yoongi replied, though his gaze flickered toward Hoseok.
Jimin turned back to Hoseok, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. “And this is my husband, Hoseok.” He kissed Hoseok’s cheek, causing Hoseok to blush deeply.
Yoongi’s eyes lingered on Hoseok’s exposed thighs before returning to his face. “You two make a cute couple,” he said, his voice smooth but his eyes betraying something deeper.
“Of course we do,” Jimin said proudly. “Come on, let’s chat in the living room.”
As they walked away, Yoongi’s gaze followed Hoseok, zeroing in on the curve of his ass. A low groan escaped his lips as he licked his own.
“God, what I wouldn’t give to ruin him.”
Gosh I love possessive Jimin and Yoongi 😩
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