BTS YoonMin Imagines - Collection 2

Sweeter Than Sugar BONUS [M]

Hello!

I know I said I would make this bonus about the 30 minutes Yoongi and Jimin spent in the shower, but I decided to change the timeline 👀 sorry.
Also, I'm sorry if there are little editing mistakes, I am just really excited and wanted to publish this today uwu I'll fix any mistakes when I read it back later, but I hope you like it!

This is just pure smut. Nothing else really. So if you're not a fan of smut, my sincerest apologies. And for my innocent ARMYs, I'll put a note where the smut starts and ends 💜

But for those who do like smut...

Enjoy!

Third Person POV:

Six weeks had passed since the incident. All of the wounded were fully healed with only scars to remind them of what happened. The Bangtan operation was back on track with two new official allies: Stray Kids and MX. Everything was running smoothly. Ever since the fight at the club, there was a new sense of protectiveness floating around in the air at the base. The daddies were very hesitant to let the babies go back and perform at the club. They didn't want them to go there for any reason whatsoever, if they were being honest. That place - no matter how many good memories that had been created there - was no longer a safe haven for them; it was a constant reminder of the lives that were lost and the utter chaos that had been struck upon the establishment. Of course, they did go there from time to time. Yoongi owned the building, so he went to check on the place occasionally and brought only a few people along with him if they wanted to stay longer. If the daddies did end up being persuaded to let the babies perform there again, all of the daddies went to see their babies dance. They had all become far more protective of their companions than they were before, and the babies had no problem with that. Sometimes they felt rather smothered by them watching their every move and making sure they were extra careful and safe when they went out; Yoongi insisted that every single one of them now carried pepper spray just in case. But it wasn't too bad.

It didn't take long for Jimin's wound to heal. In fact, it only took about a week and a half for it to be fully healed. It left behind a very noticeable scar that he wasn't the biggest fan of. But Yoongi made sure to try his absolute best to make Jimin see that it wasn't a consequence of him not being strong enough. It was a consequence of being a hero. Yoongi kissed the scar, caressed it, and showed as much affection to it as he possibly could. Every night before bed, he kissed all of Jimin's new scars, from the bullet wound to the small scrape across his cheek and a handful more.

But on this particular evening - their three year anniversary - Yoongi and Jimin had gone to a much higher level of intimacy than normal.

SMUT ALERT, SKIP IF YOU NEED TO

Their bedroom was dimly lit. The door was locked. The sweet aroma of vanilla filled the peaceful space. On the dresser was a speaker hooked up to a phone that played slow, sensual music, not a single word spoken but only instruments painting the atmosphere. Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed with Jimin in his lap. His head rested on the younger's shoulder and his hands gripped Jimin's hips as the newly pink-haired man rolled them at a slow, steady pace, Yoongi's long length fitting snugly inside Jimin like he was made for it. They were both bare, the only things between them being their necklaces, Yoongi's bracelet, and one of Yoongi's white dress shirts hanging loosely on Jimin's small frame. One side hung off his shoulder to reveal his silky smooth skin, Yoongi's hot breath panting softly over the exposed caramel flesh. Jimin had one hand on the nape of his lover's neck and the other on his shoulder, the man's eyes closed with his lips slightly parted as he moved gracefully.

Jimin could feel every single inch of Yoongi dragging against his walls, his length seeming to touch every sensitive spot Jimin had. He was warm against Yoongi's member, his lover's movements hypnotizing him and sending his mind somewhere far away from this world. With every roll of Jimin's hips, it sent him farther and farther into a blissful stupor that he had no way of escaping.