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BTS Jimin Imagine: Seeing stars

Rated: Smut

Scenario: Honeymoon.

P: Jimin x Reader

Requested by:
Namjoon_Louie

It seemed so unreal.

Marriage?

How could someone like you be married to someone as lovely as Jimin?

It felt like a dream, one you didn't want to wake up from.

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Jimin was holding onto your hand as you guys checked into your honeymoon cabin in Hawaii, the sweet and fresh air hitting your cheeks as you made your way to the balcony.

The room was rather large, and had a perfect view of the beach below, the waves crashing into the sharp rocks at the cliff's edge.

Jimin soon accompanied you, having only left briefly to go to the restroom.

"Can you believe it?" he gasped, his hands traveling to your waist.

"You're finally Mrs.Park, wife of Mr.Park. Did you see the way your mom looked at me? She was beyond happy to have me as her new Son-in-law."

You laughed at his statement, only remembering the way he looked in his nice tuxedo. He had always been the only one your mother had liked from the many boyfriends you had brought to meet her.

"I think she was just happy to have finally gotten rid of me. I am the last in the family to get married," you reminded, leaning back into his chest as his head positioned itself between your neck and shoulder, his hair tickling your chin. You had never thought of marriage, it wasn't your priority but you had met someone who had made the hassle worth it. Marriage was complicated and while everyone pushed it, it was the last thing you had prepared for.

"I guess, but I still think it's because she likes me," he pouted, his lips beginning to trail kisses down your neck.

"Oh shut it. You've become so cocky I swear."

"How couldn't I? I have the most beautiful woman in the universe for a wife, how can't I be cocky!?" He said a bit offended.

"Ha, as if," you joked.

He pulled away, turning you around so that you were facing him, his hands at the edge of your waist.

"You are sweetie. You're the most amazing thing that's happened to me."

You laughed, his hands pulling you towards him, his lips silencing you.

His hands were gentle, almost trembling as they touched your exposed arm.

You loved this about him.

The way he could read you perfectly, without having to tell him what to do.

His lips began picking up pace, your lips parting to give way to his skillful tongue.

He paused, backing up to breathe.

"We have this whole place to ourselves for a week. Be sure to be as loud as you wish. No holding back here okay Mama," he said, winking at you before returning to your lips.

Your heart felt swollen as if it was about to escape your body.

The thought of being able to moan freely and as loud as you wanted to make your legs squeeze together tight, wanting to feel some sort of friction between them.

Jimin's hands roamed your body softly, caressing you with such a gentleness that it felt as if a feather was traveling around your body, and not his hands.
His fingers landed on the back of your dress's zipper, pulling it down all the while kissing down your neck, humming softly to create vibrations all along your collarbone.
It felt like utter bliss once your dress fell to your feet, his right hand placed on your naked back while his right squeezed your ass.
A soft moan escaped your lips as his right hand trailed its way to your pussy, covered by only lacey white panties. His hand worked magic between your folds, his fingers pulling your underwear to a side to gain more access to you.