love by time ( Completed ✅)

romantic night

Jimin reacted as if he hadn't heard yoongi at all and began to unfasten his dress again. In a short while, he had taken off his entire dress.

Yoongi seemed to freeze upon seeing jimin because he had never seen him like this before. More than three months had passed since their marriage, but he had never felt so out of control.

Yoongi said, "jimin, calm down now."

But jimin wasn't going to listen to him; he was just busy taking off his remaining clothes.

A little while later,

Yoongi also lost control and began to kiss jimin. Jimin initially pushed him away, but after a short moment, he too became lost in the feeling and started kissing yoongi back. In no time, both were completely immersed in each other.

Their kisses grew deeper, more passionate, a silent conversation where every touch and every breath spoke volumes. Yoongi's hands slid from Jimin's back, moving slowly down his hips. A shiver ran through Jimin's body, and he arched into Yoongi's touch, his own hands tangling in Yoongi's hair.

Every touch was an electric current, a spark igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface.

Yoongi's mouth left Jimin's, trailing a path of fire down his neck and chest.

A soft gasp escaped Jimin's lips as Yoongi found his nipple, his mouth closing around the sensitive peak. He sucked and teased, his tongue tracing circles around the hardened bud, while his hand moved to the other, gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. A low moan rumbled in Jimin's throat as he writhed against Yoongi, completely lost to the sensation.

A low moan rumbled in Jimin's throat as he writhed against Yoongi, completely lost to the sensation.

Yoongi's mouth never left its work, his focus unwavering as he savored the taste of Jimin on his tongue. He used his other hand to cup Jimin's cheek, tilting his head back to give him better access, his thumb stroking the soft skin just below Jimin's eye. The world had narrowed down to this moment, to this intoxicating mix of pleasure and raw emotion.

Yoongi's mouth finally left Jimin's chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps and slick kisses. He looked into Jimin's eyes, and in their depths, he saw not a hint of embarrassment, but a deep, burning need that mirrored his own.

Yoongi's hand slid down from Jimin's hip to the warm skin of his inner thigh. Jimin's legs parted instinctively, an invitation Yoongi didn't hesitate to accept. With a soft groan, Yoongi shifted his weight, moving to lie between Jimin's legs.

He took a moment, his gaze locked with Jimin's, a silent question passing between them that was answered with a slight tilt of Jimin's hips. A sharp gasp escaped Jimin's lips as Yoongi slowly, deliberately, became one with him.

The initial pressure gave way to a wave of exquisite fullness, and Jimin's hands came up to clutch at Yoongi's shoulders, his knuckles white.

Yoongi moved with a slow, tender rhythm, each thrust a deliberate confession of all the love and longing he had held back. Jimin met him, his body arching off the bed as he whispered Yoongi's name like a prayer.

The sounds of their skin meeting, the ragged breaths they shared, and the low moans rumbling in their throats created a private symphony. There was no embarrassment now, only a raw, primal connection that erased everything but the feel of each other.

The world narrowed to this one glorious sensation, their bodies a perfect fit, their souls finally at peace. They moved together faster and faster, a whirlwind of passion, until a final, shared cry echoed through the room. They collapsed together, a tangled heap of limbs and love, their hearts thrumming against each other as they slowly came back to earth.