Seventeen imagines

honeymoon

Recently, you got married to a child, sorry, a person who 24×7 hours act like a child. His name is Seokmin, a man in his 30s, quiet handsome and very annoying.

It was the first day of your Honeymoon in Hawaii, you guys swam and swam and ate and swam.

Back in the hotel, you stood by the window, your hands rested on the pane. Seokmin was bathing.

You looked at the moon, it's crystal clear colour shone beautifully out there, you sighed, why am I so lucky to get a husband like Seokmin...?

Honey, even I am lucky to get you... a voice spoke up from your back, you knew Seokmin was close to your neck as you felt him breathing near your nape.

You gulped, umm... you wanted to say something but were cut off when Seokmin kissed your nape.

Why are you so delicious? He asked, you could feel him smiling as he pecks every inch of your nape.

Seok-
Sssh!

His kisses travelled up to your jaw, as he slowly sucked a part of your skin.

Hmmmm, you moaned. You felt his hands creeping up inside your shirt, um well his, which you were being wearing.

You. Are. The. Best, he breathed in between every kiss that he planted on your face. Finally he reached to your lips, his hands unhooking your bra....