⋆⋆⋆

⚠️ Trigger warnings:

Strong Language

Jimin's thighs

Flashback

Violence

Angst

Smut

Kinks

⋆⋆⋆

Thank you so much for 25k reads!

⋆𖤓｡ ☕︎☕︎☕︎ ⋆𖤓｡

Haneul's POV

"Why don't we sit down." Jimin murmured against my lips. "Yes- yes, let's do that." I stammered, fighting the pulsing between my thighs that threatened my sanity.

"I want you so bad Haneul. But I'd rather we go someplace else, don't you think?" He asked, cocking his head to the side adorably.

"Yes, I'd prefer that too Jimin." I whispered.

⋆⋆⋆

Jimin drove me to his house. His parents were still at the hotel, arranging last minute details they wanted to include for our wedding. I didn't want to say anything because it was their surprise for us and refused to let us see it. Although we didn't complain, wanting to dodge the preparations ourselves.

There was so much of lost time to make up for. And so little time to catch up. He grabbed my hand and walked me out of the hotel, occasionally pulling me into a corner or behind a large flower arrangement to avoid an aunt or some other unfamiliar family member I wasn't acquainted with as yet.

Making it to his house in record time, he helped me out of the car, and unlocked the front door, letting me in first.

"I know you were here recently. But I wanted to properly show you my house." He grinned at me, a glint of mischief in those eyes.

"Sure, which way to the kitchen?" I asked, thinking I should at least see what it looks like in case I have to ever cook with his mother.

"Hmmm... All in due time sweetheart. You're with me now. Don't think about work." He crooned, walking me through the living room and into an open plan room that led to other rooms. We cross the laminated floors and reached a white door framed by a beautiful buttercream trimmed wall.

We were outside his room door. Something about this fact has turned me on. I needed him now. He's been teasing me ever since our date. Jimin eyed me, a smirk spread across his handsome face.

"Oh, babygirl, I'm going to make you mine today." His arms wrapped around my hips, lifing me up in a swift motion that took my breath away.

Jimin carried my over to the edge of his bed where we sat in a comfortable silence, gazing into each other's eyes. His hand reached out and caressed my cheek, thumb grazing over my bottom lip. Instinctively, I tried to grab his thumb between my lips, but he pulled his hand away, chuckling lightly.

"Anxious, are we?" He crooned into my ear. I nodded, my words failing me.

Jimin looked amazing. In this moment, he shone bright, unlike I've ever seen him before. I felt myself drawing closer, my hands grasping the collar of his shirt. I brought my mouth to his jaw, kissing and then grazing my lips over the sharp edge of his jaw.

The citrusy spice fragrance radiating off him gave me a heady high, drawing me more and more over the edge of my sanity.

I need him.

I want him.

I love him. So, so much.

My first crush. My first love. The man that found me again.

My hands roved over his shirt, teasing him as he moaned, giving in to my touch. I slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, inhaling his fragrance in the process, placing soft kisses down his neck and chest.

"Haneul..." He sighed, his eyes opening wide. He sat up straight, his hand cupping my face as he studied my face.

Jimin gently bent forwards, his lips meeting mine once more in what I can only describe as breath-taking. He sucked on my bottom lip with purpose, pulling me closer to him, his hands gripping my hips as he did so.

I responded in kind, grazing my lips over his, then running my tongue over the inside of his bottom lip, just enough to tease him. Jimin's lips broke into a smile at this.

"You've changed Haneul, but I like it. I like that my future wife is good mix of sweet and sexy. It makes my job as a husband so much easier." He growled out the last part, pinning me down onto the bed.

My heart beat faster in my chest, and I felt myself gulping in air as he drew closer, a mischievous look in his brown eyes. Jimin was enjoying his little game of toying with me.

"Ji- Jimin..." I gasped as the feel of his tongue running over the crook of my neck registered in my head. He gently pulled the strings on my blouse, untying it. He helped me out of my jeans and undid the clasp of my bra in one swift move. In turn, I ripped open his shirt.

But when I sat up to undo the buckle of his belt, he chuckled darkly, pushing my hands away.

"Oh no, my darling. I'll be leading you in this little tango." He breathed, his deep voice sending chills all over my bare skin. Jimin's hands grasped my sides, his eyes staring intensely into mine.

"Stop teasing me, Jimin." I whined, grabbing hold of his sides as he trailed kisses slowly down the left side of my neck, shoulder and breast. His thumbs rubbed small circles around both my nipples, while he kissed my neck again.

"I'm not." He said simply, between kisses. "I'm savouring my time with my woman." He winked at me, then captured a nipple in between his full lips.

I gasped at the sensation as I felt his tongue sucking on my sensitive flesh. His hands snaked their way down to my hips where he sneakily slipped a digit between my legs.

"Hmmmm..." He hummed, a deep, gravelly sound against my chest. "Baby, you're so wet for me." He moaned.

"Fuck me, Jimin." I moaned as his fingers worked into a rhythmic massage between my folds, unlocking the beginnings of a wild orgasm.

"Patience is a virtue, babygirl." He murmured, nuzzling my neck, then kissing his way down to my thighs. He pulled my panties down my legs, throwing them over his shoulder with a small smirk on his lips.

Then he surprised me. Jimin ran his tongue up my hip, all the way up to the side of my breast, peppering kisses down the same path. I felt frissons of pleasure course through my burning body as I writhed under the weight of his body on mine.

Jimin took his time, carefully caressing and kissing my breasts, and kneading my hips. My cheeky fiance then sat up, propping himself over my waist, a smirk on his lips once more.

"Spread your legs for me like a good girl."

Fuck... I could have just orgasmed right there with those words alone. But his deep voice rumbled those orders to me with an intense stare, if my panties werent already ripped off by him, they probably would've melted now.

My legs parted in anticipation for Jimin's next round of sweet torture to my body.

"Mmmm... Good girl. Ahh... You're ready for me now." He whispered to me, bending forward his tongue caressing my folds deliciously. I felt my thighs quivering on either side of his face as he played with my clit, teasing me, nipping me with his teeth.

"Jimin-" His name hitched in my throat as I moaned. "Yes, keep saying my name babygirl." He sighed, his breath fanning over my folds, teasing me in a new way.

"Jimin- please-" I moaned, rubbing myself against his lips as his kissed my sex. My hips rolled wantonly as the most cat like moans escaped my throat.

"Mmm... You taste so sweet. Just a little more, I want you to come for me." He purred softly, his fingers working into my folds again, this time he grazed his lips over my clit instead.

"Ssi-bal Jimin!" I screamed as I came, squirting.

Jimin licked his lips, grinning at me, satisfaction clear on his face. Then he undid the buckle on his belt, and unzipped his pants.

I reached forwards, pulling his black Jockey's down, feeling impatient now. But his hands caught mine, stopping me with a grin. He's made me wait long enough for him. "Uh, uh, uh, patience babygirl." He growled, capturing my mouth with his.

He held me in a passionate embrace, kissing me more fervently now. Then his lips left mine once more and he studied me.

"I have loved you for as long as I've known you Haneul." He whispered to me, his lips barely touching mine as he spoke. "I love you too Jimin, ever since we used to run around playing pranks on others." I smiled, the memory seeming ironic now that we're engaged and lying here, barely clothed.

My eyes roved over his sculpted bare chest and down to his beautifully crafted thighs. Wow!

My fiance has been hiding a lot from me! I wanted to climb onto those thighs! I will never get any sleep once we're married, I know exactly what I'll be doing with Jimin.

"You're drooling." He noted, a look of satisfaction reflecting in his eyes. "I can't help it, those thighs... Wow." I breathed.

"Well, brace yourself babygirl. These thighs are like this for a good reason. They're supporting something very important." He smirked, slipping his Jockey's off, freeing his massively erected dick.

"Oh..." I gulped. "Getting cold feet? We can stop if you like." He said with a more serious tone now, concern lacing his words.

"No, no. I'm fine." I assured him.

How can I tell him that Jin is just as large and we've been- well... we've been sneaking around for a while now?

"Mmm... Okay then. Are you ready? Can I enter you?" He asked me, biting his bottom lip, a hint of his nerves showing.

I nodded my consent, reaching out to him and pulled him closer, kissing his lips once more. "Okay, darling. Get comfortable."

And then, with a single thrust Jimin entered me, filling me up instantly with his length and girth. I hissed in pleasure at the feel of him inside me, slowly gyrating my hips to increase the friction between us.

"Mmm... My babygirl is ready to play." He mused, stroking my breasts and kneading my hips. I nodded, grinding my hips against him with need.

Jimin wasted no more time in making love to me. Picking up the pace, he grunted in pleasure as we both reached the edge of insanity together in a perfect harmony. His lips peppered sloppier, impatient kisses down my neck as his thrusts slowed, coaxing out our orgasm in waves of ecstasy.

Then he toppled over me, huffing out, fully sated as the feeling of ecstasy ebbed away.

"Saranghae Haneul." He whispered, his eyes closing as he snuggled closer to me.

⋆𖤓｡ ☕︎☕︎☕︎ ⋆𖤓｡

Jimin's POV

"Mr. Lee, where were you on the evening of September 21st, 2015?" I asked the man sitting box before me.

"Well, it's like I said before Mr. Park, I was at my stall, selling ice cream." The man calmly answered, his hands resting on his knees. I could tell, because I leaned forward on the banister of the box, watching him intently for the slightest sign of stress.

But there was no sign of any distress. He's telling the truth so far.

It is vital I get to the bottom of this, albeit petty, case. If I can locate what I'm looking for, I'll have solve ninety percent of another case. A more personal case.

By solving this, I would eliminate all avenues for his escape. He can only try to run now. We are watching all exits to Seoul. And by extension, all exits to South Korea.

Eric and his father are finished. I just need that last piece of evidence. And what a coincidence, this murder case has been handed to me by my uncle to resolve. It's been four years since the murder of young Woo Jin, a little boy who was simply caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Mr. Lee, kindly describe the area before Woo Jin was hit." I lowered my voice, taking into consideration the old man's trauma and the fact that this was yet another recall question.

"It was a quiet autumn afternoon, I had just served a lovely young couple who were heading back to the boarding school down the road from my stall. An old, navy coloured, Bentley drove past, nearly knocking the girl off the curb she stood at, thankfully the boy caught his girlfriend. A few minutes later, just as a little boy, who I had later found out to be Woo Jin, was running towards my stall from the other end of the school; when he was hit by a stray bullet - which coincidentally, the young couple had also dodged, landing inside the gates of the school. Unfortunately, by the time I got up to rush to his side, the boy had already been unconscious. I pulled out my cellphone and dialled for help, I knew the young couple would also need assistance. But then the car rushed past once more, the driver however, was not the same as the last time. But it was the same vehicle. I saw the registration number." Mr. Lee sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with a handkerchief.

"Could you describe the new driver to the jury for me Mr. Lee?" I asked the man, bracing myself for what was to come.

My brothers and I suspected it would have been Eric, he was old enough to drive - even if it were illegal in our country. But the only witness to this key event was Mr. Lee.

Namjoon hyung was busy tending to Haneul at the time. Because they were the young couple Mr. Lee had been referring to in his recount of events. This was the very same day we'd lost our Haneul as we knew her.

Namjoon hyung had been beating himself up about this for the past five years. He only came around when I bumped into Haneul two weeks ago, a complete coincidence which we'd taken to be fate's mercy on us.

"Yes, of course Mr. Park. It was a woman- "

My eyes flew open as I gasped in shock at the memory of the case I presented to the court the day before. Haneul sighed softly in her sleep, her head resting on my bare chest as we snoozed in my room.

I was at a loss for words. This was a game changer to the entire Kim-Jeon murder case. It meant we had another person involved.

But who could it be?

And what did she want with our Haneul?

⋆𖤓｡ ☕︎☕︎☕︎ ⋆𖤓｡

A/n: Thank you for reading 😊

Things are getting hot in here! Jimin definitely means business! 😁

⋆⋆⋆