It is the story of one of the most perilous but secret Mafia King "Suga" and a deadly government agent, he is cruel but for those who mess with him, he has a very dangerous aura, Hearing his voice, people's souls tremble, People are afraid to even m...
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Jimin turned his head, his gaze locking onto Yoongi’s for a lingering moment before he leaned in, capturing Yoongi’s lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Yoongi’s hands instinctively found their place on Jimin’s waist, his grip gentle yet firm, as if grounding himself in the warmth of his husband’s presence.
Jimin sighed against Yoongi’s lips, parting them slightly, and Yoongi took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid past Jimin’s lips, exploring, tasting, moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that left Jimin breathless. Their tongues danced together, unhurried yet desperate, as if savoring every second of closeness.
A soft moan escaped Jimin when Yoongi sucked on his bottom lip, his body pressing closer. "Does it feel good, my Doll?" Yoongi murmured, his voice low and husky against Jimin’s lips.
Jimin shivered at the way Yoongi’s voice sent a thrill down his spine. "Mmm… Y-yes, Hubby… it feels so… good," he murmured, his breath hitching.
Yoongi chuckled softly, his lips moving down to Jimin’s jawline, pressing delicate, lingering kisses along the smooth skin. Jimin tilted his head slightly, granting Yoongi better access, his hands roaming over Yoongi’s shoulders as he sighed in pleasure.
"Do you like it?" Yoongi whispered, his lips hovering just above Jimin’s pulse point.
Jimin could only nod, his fingers tightening in Yoongi’s shirt as he gasped softly when Yoongi playfully nibbled at his skin. The sensation sent warmth blooming in his chest, his heart racing at the tenderness behind each touch.
A knowing smile tugged at Yoongi’s lips as he continued, sucking gently on Jimin’s neck, leaving behind faint marks—a reminder of his presence, his devotion. Jimin whimpered slightly at the sensation, his fingers gripping Yoongi’s shoulders for support.
"A-ah… Hubby," Jimin breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, my Doll?" Yoongi responded, his voice deep and laced with affection.
"It… it feels good," Jimin admitted shyly, his cheeks flushed as he buried his face in Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi’s arms wrapped tighter around him, pressing him close. "You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this," he whispered, his lips brushing against Jimin’s ear. "How much I think about you, how much I crave to be near you like this."
Jimin pulled back slightly, his eyes searching Yoongi’s. He saw the raw emotion in them—the longing, the devotion, the love. His heart swelled, and he reached up, cupping Yoongi’s face with both hands.
"I’m here," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I’ve always been here… and I always will be."
Yoongi exhaled softly, leaning into Jimin’s touch. "You’re everything to me, Doll," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s forehead. "My home, my heart… my forever."
