SMUT WARNING

The city lights twinkle below me, only slightly distorted by the glass separating me from the outside. They become a faded blur as I focus on the glass-more importantly on the man I can see in the reflection.

Jimin lays on the large, four-poster bed behind me, the white robe draped around his body matching my own. He shifts and the material falls slightly, giving me a view of his shoulder, the skin sun-kissed and darker than my own.

He turns, a smile spreading across his face as he catches me watching him in the reflection.

"What are you looking at?"

I turn, unable to stop the smile that I feel forming on my lips. "Hmmmm, it's a secret."

Setting the book he had been reading aside, Jimin sits up, his robe falling open to reveal the smooth skin of his chest. I lick my lips, my eyes drawn to the sight. Crossing his arms in front of him, Jimin pouts. "We're not supposed to have secrets."

I smirk at him, tilting my head to the side. "Well people aren't supposed to look as good as you do either, but obviously some rules just get broken."

His face flushes, the color still as mesmerizing as the first time I saw it. "Sh-Shush," he mumbles, running a hand through his silver hair, still damp from the shower he had just taken. I was sad when he had decided to change the color, saying that he had simply 'grown tired' of the orange. But somehow Jimin managed to pull off any color, it was truly unfair.

"But if you really must know," I say, taking slow steps toward the bed. Jimin watches me, his chest rising and falling with his soft breaths. I place one of my knees on the bed, leaning forward to place my lips against his ear. Jimin shudders as I whisper to him, "I was looking at you, Mr. Min."

Jimin sighs, but tenses as I press a kiss to the spot right below his ear, the skin soft under my lips. I turn his head towards me, pressing a light kiss to his lips. I try to pull back, but Jimin holds me there, returning my kiss by tenfold and turning it from sweet to passionate. He tugs on my arm, and I fall forward-landing so my legs are on either side of his, effectively straddling him.

"Say it again," his whispers against my lips.

I pull back just enough to look down at him. "Min Jimin."

Jimin pulls me back to him, our lips colliding once again. My body feels like it's on fire, a groan escaping me when Jimin tugs on my hair.

I reach out, my fingers sinking into the plush material of his robe as I push him down onto the bed, breaking the kiss. Jimin whines and attempts to sit back up, his eyes trained on my lips. I hold him there, a chuckle rising in my throat.

"Be a good boy and stay there, Jiminie."

"Bu-But-"

Bending down, I rest my lips against his neck, just close enough that they brushed the sensitive skin there when I spoke. "Only good boys get rewards, Jiminie. Do you not want your reward?"

"I want it!"

I sit back up, flashing him a smile. "Then listen to me, okay?"

He nods eagerly and I can't help but watch him for a moment. I take in his features, committing them all to memory: the heated look in his eyes, the blush that stains his plump cheeks, the way his hair fans out around his head like a halo against the white sheets beneath him.

He was too beautiful.

And he was mine.

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I kiss him, the fire in my veins only growing hotter when he moans into the kiss. I tangle my hands in his hair, holding him in place as I nip his bottom lip, asking for permission to continue.

Jimin happily obliges, opening his mouth and allowing me to slip my tongue inside. I explore him, his tongue dancing with my own as my hands trails down his side, going on a mission of its own.

When I feel the band of his underwear, my hand stops. Jimin's breath hitches as I slide my hand beneath the fabric. I stop for a moment, giving him a chance to pull away from the kiss and object, but he doesn't.

Continuing on, I move deeper until I can finally feel Jimin's dick. I wrap my hand around it and give it a tentative stroke, Jimin shuddering beneath me. I keep a slow, steady pace, stroking Jimin until he's a moaning mess beneath me.

"Yoongi," he whines, pulling back from the kiss.

"Yes love?"

"More. I need more." He thrusts into my hand, searching for more friction.

"Tsk, tsk." I say, shaking my head. I let go, pulling my hand back a bit and Jimin cries out at the loss of sensation. "What did I say about being a good boy Jiminie?"

"But-"

"But nothing. I thought you wanted your reward, but I guess not." I move, pretending to get off of the bed.

"I'll be good! I promise! Please, Yoongi!"

I stop, settling back into my previous spot. "Well, since you're so cute... I guess I can let it slide this time," I say, once again taking him into my hand. I stroke faster this time, Jimin's moans getting louder as I give him exactly what he wanted.

I press a line of kisses down his neck, suckling slightly on the skin of his collarbone before moving down to his chest. Occasionally nipping him, I make my way down to his nipples. Jimin groans as I take one of the buds into my mouth, sucking on it lightly.

His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me there. Pleasure rushes through me at his reaction. I swirl my tongue around his nipple, my hand still unrelenting in it's stroking. Jimin's thrusts start to become uneven, his breathing becoming more ragged.

"Yoo-Yoongi," he moans, his fingers fisting into my hair. My scalp stings as he pulls on the black strands, but it's a pain that sends bliss through me. "I'm-I'm gonna cum..."

Jimin groans angrily when I pull my hand away. His hand falls from my hair to the bed, his fingers twisting into the sheet. I raise my head, finally freeing Jimin's nipple from my mouth.

"Keep going," he begs, looking at me pleadingly.

I move up, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Don't worry, love. We're not done yet." I make quick work of stripping him of his robe and underwear, throwing them in a heap on the floor, which my clothes soon joined. I sit above Jimin, his legs on either side of me, my desire only growing at the sight of him.

I grab a small bottle from the drawer of the night stand. With shaking hands, I pour some of the lube into my palm. I'd never done this before and I wanted it to be enjoyable for Jimin. I read somewhere that if you didn't prepare them well enough, then it could hurt them. And I didn't want that for Jimin. I just wanted him to feel pleasure, no pain.

Sensing my unease, Jimin places his hand on my cheek, his thumb running across the skin soothingly. He gives me a reassuring smile, his cheeks still dusted with a light blush. "It's okay, Yoongi."

I reach up with my clean hand and cover his small hand with my own, happiness washing through me as I feel the silver band that rests on his finger-one that matches my own.

I once again claim his lips, the kiss slow but passionate. This wasn't just about having sex with him, this was about showing Jimin how much I loved him.

Slowly, I push a finger into him, Jimin tensing for a moment at the unfamiliar feeling. When he relaxes, I push another finger in, a soft moan coming from the man below me. I move my fingers, Jimin moaning as I prepare him for me.

I pull my fingers out, eliciting a small sound of disapproval from the younger as I line myself up with his entrance. Jimin makes no move to stop me, and I take that as a good sign. I push in slowly, a groan escaping me at the feeling of Jimin's walls tightening around me.

When I'm all the way in, I pause for a second, giving him a moment to adjust to me.

I pull almost the whole way out, leaving only the tip inside him before thrusting back in. Jimin moans, the sound encouraging me. I find a steady pace, thrusting into him fast and hard. Jimin's hands trail down to his own cock, stroking himself in time with my thrusts.

The sight of him nearly made me come undone, my stomach tightening as little moans escape him with each jerk.

I angle my hips and thrust in, searching for a specific spot. Jimin throws his head back, the loud moan he makes letting me know that I found it. I smirk proudly and continuously abuse his prostate, his moans becoming loader with each thrust.

"Ah! Yoongi... I-"

"I know," I moan, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "Cum for me, Jiminie."

I sit back up and Jimin cries out, his walls tightening around me as he cums, coating his stomach and chest in the sticky white substance. Jimin continues to clench around me, coaxing me to my own end-the ball in my stomach growing tighter and tighter. My thrusts start to become more ragged, pleasure wracking through me and making my legs feel a little weak.

"Jimin!" I moan, thrusting into him one last time as I come undone.

I fall beside him, both of our chests rising with labored breaths. I turn towards him, brushing a few sweat-soaked strands of hair from his forehead. I lean over, placing a kiss to his forehead. I reach down, entangling our hands, the matching rings on them glinting in the light.

"I love you, Min Jimin," I say, gazing into the eyes of my other half.

"And I love you, Min Yoongi."

Jimin curled into my side, his head resting on my chest. He closes his eyes, his breath evening out as he starts to fall asleep.

"Shouldn't we get cleaned up?" I ask, pulling him closer to me.

"Too tired," he mumbles. "Let's do it tomorrow."

"Okay," I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

I close my eyes, drifting to sleep beside my husband on the first night of the rest of our lives together.

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This is really the end guys! I loved this story and I hope you guys did too! If you have any ideas for any other bonus scenes you want to see, just let me know and maybe I'll add them. But other than that, this is it!

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