Jungkook groaned, his hands sliding beneath Jimin's shirt, fingers splaying across his bare waist, feeling the heat of his skin. "And what happens when you push too far?"

Jimin laughed, breathless. "Then I'll just have to see what you do about it."

Jungkook's patience snapped.

With a sudden shift, he flipped their positions, pinning Jimin beneath him in one swift motion. Jimin barely had time to react before Jungkook's mouth was on his—hungry, desperate, consuming.

Jimin gasped against the kiss, his fingers tangling into Jungkook's hair, knocking the pink rose loose. It fell between them, forgotten, but the meaning still lingered—admiration, gratitude, joy... and desire.

Jimin sighed into Jungkook's mouth, arching into him as their bodies pressed flush against each other. The heat between them was unbearable, the tension thick enough to suffocate.

Jungkook broke the kiss, breathless, his forehead pressing against Jimin's. His hands cupped Jimin's face, thumbs stroking gently along his cheekbones.

"You drive me insane," Jungkook muttered, his voice hoarse.

Jimin smirked, still slightly breathless. "So does you, drive me insane."

Jungkook exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

Jimin reached up, fingers brushing through Jungkook's hair, before tucking the pink rose behind his ear this time which had fallen on the sheets, letting it rest against his dark locks once more.

"I admire you," Jimin whispered, his voice suddenly softer. "For who you are. For what you've been through. For what you still choose to be."

Jungkook's throat tightened, his fingers curling around Jimin's wrist.

He didn't reply—not with words.

Instead, he pressed a lingering, almost reverent kiss to Jimin's palm, holding it against his lips for a long moment.

Jimin's eyes softened, his chest aching in the most beautiful way.

And as Jungkook whispered his name against his skin—Jeon Jimin

Gliding down Jimin's back, he felt the cold touch of the Emperor's fingertips, gentle but fierce with passion. Jimin's gut swirled with effort to not buck his hips up, satiate himself in Jungkook's arms. It was first time properly happening after their wedding night now Jungkook's warmth and care was surrounding jimin, being gifted to him for the first time.

Jimin couldn't help but be selfish. He were greedy for his husband's soft hurried breath, his veiny hands, eyes which flash black with desire and...him. Barely brazen at the nudity, Jimin hurl himself further into Jungkook as Jungkook experiments on jimin with his lips and teeth. Jungkook explores what he hasn't had and has been craving for. The emperor was nearly dying as he rolled sloppy kissed past Jimin's jaw. Tongue swishing, making Jimin's stomach curdle with tingles, thrill increasing as the emperor continued hitting on the delicate toe-curling spot again and again. Thighs shivered and moans trembled into his ear, so pleased with each other the Emperor and his shadow now as husband and husband sharing intimacy.

That's what both of them had always been. Submission and dominance, dominance and submission, either dominance and dominance or submission from both sides complementing together likeelements of Fire and Ice.

His suit rolled off his boulder-like shoulders, leaving him in a compliant silk shirt which Jimin had fisted and pulled to the ends. Almost clawing at it in beast like desperation to get it off. Jungkook not-so-gently parted Jimin's thighs, finding space for himself in between them. So, now, Jimin could feel him strong and hard against himself, smell him dark and rugged, massive and tall. His legs looped and slung around his Emperor's slutty thin waist, making the position even more intimate

"What was that for Jimin," he husked into Jimin's shoulder, Jimin's hands tightened into the skin of the Emperor's waist. "Why are you gripping my waist like that?"

"Can't help it, you've perfect waist worth to die for thousand deaths, I'm obsessed."

Jungkook chuckled in disbelief no one has ever complimented him like that not even Namjoon Cannot was he allowed ? No and here was his husband being obsessed with his.... Waist ?

"You always keep me wondering Jeon Jimin with your antics." There really was no one else for them, just two of them for each other completeting each other. Jungkook engulfed Jimin more in himself. It's the hold he had on Jimin, which told that Jimin were clearly his and he was Jimin's. It was the surety of being reciprocated, which no one else could match. Not like Jimin. Not what Jimin is, no one can compete. This feeling and this intimacy was really something different which both of them have never felt in their life.

Jimin whimper and glare with his almond eyes when he unable to yank the shirt off the Emperor. "Patience, Jiminah," he chuckles with tortured suppression. What cried out Jimin's body had none of the virtue he asked was left. The thirst in Jimin was carnal and baneful.

Jungkook's long slender fingers decorated with old tattoos started undoing the buttons one by one, testing your patience. Emperor looked at Jimin knowingly, smirking at Jimin's red faced lust. The dangerous unguarded right hand which couldn't have enough him, the raw version of Park Jimin now Jeon Jimin as his spouse, which needed him and couldn't even deny it anymore. Not more than Jungkook could.

"Words of books and colours of paintings would turn to sin when they went on to describe you." Jimin admits and Jungkook shakes his head at the words. No one admires him as much as Jimin does and with pure honesty, warmth, love and affection.

"You think you can...ready me? For yourself," he whispered, the tiny traces of his past haunting him but with Jimin may be now atleast it was alright? as Jungkook leaned down, Jimin could see the well- formed pecs of that toned chest peeking from between the open shirt.

Chest as broad as palisade. Abs which coarcted, simply to twist Jimin's blush to madness. A rough naughty expression blossomed on Jimin's face when he understood what the Emperor meant.

"Well I can make you forget all those things...." Jungkook enjoyed the irregular flutter of Jimin's eyes, the wishful moans jimin kept in, how jimin tried to show it didn't affect him as much as it did. Jimin loved whatever his husband did to him, and yet he couldn't let it slip out. Jimin couldn't give the Emperor so much power over him

Yet, the Emperor knew Jimin held much more power over him, than he ever could on Jimin. Jimin held his flesh and breath and blood and soul and memories, his pains and scars, all tied in the fine palm of Jimin's strong hand.

When Jimin slid down against his body and settled on his knees before Jungkook, he couldn't just describe Jimin as pretty. Jimin was so much more than just pretty, prettier than clouds and stars. Jimin was so handsome and ethereal that it went beyond the definition of these words. Jimin was raging crystal of ice and the calm dented moon, altogether. Pillows of his plump lips softer than flower petals, where as apples of Jungkook's cheeks higher than mountains he'd climb for Jungkook. The anticipation which pulsed in Jimin's neck, the breaths Jimin took awaiting him showed just how delicious Jimin can be. How he were meant to be with him. Jimin meant to be with Jungkook.

Jimin's milky white chest on full display and all delicious, tips pebbled at the ends. Hands rested on top of each other, as if waiting for Jungkook to drive himself into Jimin first. Then, Jimin would take charge.

Pretty irresistible, Jimin was so does Jungkook was.

The shirt stripped off his torso, Jimin would lie if someone asked him how much drool accumulated in his mouth. It was such a generous amount, Jimin was embarrassed to acknowledge it. Lovingly, his fingers held Jimin's chin as he gazed up at Jungkook in marvel and awaiting. Authority exuded out of Jungkook and his hold, the way he looked at Jimin. The way those inks mapped jimin's body and actions, his nipples hardened and whole clenched with a new ache.

"You okay?" Jungkook made sure, he had to. Before going rough on Jimin and his mouth, Jimin knew him. This was pre- care, cause it was going to get violent, raw aggressive in a few. His dick twitched with anticipation both were equally crazy, his tattoos and muscles flexed in resistance too.

"I'm more than okay,"

"May I Jiminah ?" he asked for consent, because that's just how he works. It shouldn't be otherwise. It had been like this even at their first he waited for Jimin to adjust, he gave time for Jimin to proceed, he was not Aman with morals, he is a malicious cruel misinterpreting but with Jimin he's the most perfect man to ever exist, just for his spouse Jeon Jimin.

"You can always, as you should," Jimin consented, half breathless. Nosing Jungkook's bulge, brushing his lips past the closed chain of Jungkook's pants. Clearly showing how hungry he was for his husband. It twitched with a throb when Jimin's lips lingered there, hot breath falling on his tip.

Jimin saw how he needed a minute to steady himself, not to burst. A slip and tease, he could lose control. Well, Jimin knew he was going to, it just would be a gradual faltering. No way he's holding himself back when he has Jimin bare and ready; this was something entirely different they were hungry for desire, lust and love. And nothing could be better than skin to skin touching, slapping and rubbing against each other.

"I will always," he growled, fisting Jimin's hair indecently in his hand.

["You all can take imagination from are you sure, pool incident him yanking Jimin by his hairs deliciously"]

Jimin gasped when he was harshly pulled, eyes flicking up and down. Sliding down like butter from Jungkook's neck to saliva slicking toned chest to those mouth watering abs. The pants hung low and strained on his defined vline.

Jimin didn't bother for his instructions, undid the pant himself. His boxers were black Calvin Klein and unable to hold or hide his heavy hard long erection. A pleased whimper crossed Jimin's lips as he pulled at it. Flushed with pleasure when the boner hit Jimin's plump lips and cheek, establishing how eager it had been to be let free. Not leaving a second wasted, Jimin grabbed hold of the base and gave it a flick before stuffing it in.

Jungkook groaned, head thrown back, lips ajar. Jimin's mouth's lewd noises only seemed to increase the sex in the air. With a proud gag, Jimin tried to let it occupy you till your depths, till he could no more fill it up. And, Jungkook just plowed in. Plowed up Jimin's breaths, Jimin's sweet warm throat as much as he could. Jungkook's cock abused Jimin's mouth, for hot blood pumped so hard in it when Jimin took him in. Graciously, gracefully as Jimin did so. Jimin's head bobbed, with the leverage his hand gave Jimin. The thick long hard veiny cock pulsating that Jimin could feel the veins in his mouth oh how delicious his husband is.

The way Jimin liked it, him in control. Him in charge of jimin. Jungkook thrusted ahead to bury himself in Jimin's throat, make him see shimmers instead of Italian lights, make him see Heaven together with hell fire rather than simple stars.

Jungkook looked down, pure wickedness darkening on his face. "Agh." Jimin stood on his knees and moved dangerously Jungkook couldn't keep up with it. Jimin's red lip tint had smeared around the shafts foreskin, stained plump lips circled and suctioned around his tip. Sensitive vibrations trading in, Jimin could feel him course harder. Jimin swiftly pulled off, making a smack sound. Content with the shudder Jimin passed through his husband with the suction.

Jimin didn't even get the time to triumphantly grin up at him, as Mafia Emperor was already pulling jimin on his feet. In a hurry, which sent Jimin's heart running through the length of the seven seas. Two long strides and he'd pressed Jimin's front onto the glass window. Chill stung on Jimin's hardened nipples and chest. One look down told that anyone out there could watch them both fucking shamelessly, and that knowledge didn't seem to bother Jungkook. Hot lust boiled in the fragile sections of Jimin's body imagining it. So down bad for this man. The window invaded perfect display of the huge magnanimous gardens of the Jeon estate the vineyards laid down in the soils of Italy.

Jimin's lips parted and a shaky breath pranced out when he felt his sly fingers him you slow and steady. Jimin was drenched, hard and his fingers dipped through the partition to feel the heat. Jungkook took his own sweet time, his body heaved on the glass.

This rain...didn't simply flow away. This time, the rain stayed in Jimin's heart. Fulfilling him, reminding him of what it meant to be here. With Jungkook. It tolerated his cries and healed the wounds, it completed the incomplete. These raindrops came looking only for him. For us.

"Look. Even the nature drapes your beauty, Jeon Jimin. Too precious to be shown to anyone." Only for me, Jungkook's mind seemed to hint.

His lips mumbled against Jimin's, they were quiet determined even if they were lingering. With his tattooed arm slinging in Jimin's waist and other arm resting on the window above, Jimin knew he was about to enter. His cock flicked and patted Jimin's whole in preparation, dirty slaps sounded through his chamber under the patters of rain.

"It covers you too. Don't try to flatter me, master," Jimin playfully nipped at his jaw. "Ah, fuck."

Jungkook's cock tried to squeeze in, and Jimin bent forward to give him a better angle. But Jungkook's body rammed ahead, abandoning the tender pursuit. Both of them breathed terse, close to each other, while feeling the tight fullness. A string of horribly hot curses set free from Jungkook's mouth when Jimin clenched and unclenched with his dick still inside. Jimin was adjusting. Jungkook was losing his fucking sane mind.

"Fucking Jiminah, don't do th-that. Please, don't." He sounded tortured. Jimin smiled lopsided and bounced his ass up and down once while tightening. The time he took to adjust was always hell for Jungkook. Because he was already inside, feeling Jimin soft and tight around him, pulsating. He had to hold on and pacify himself before beginning to thrust, and Jimin made it increasingly difficult. Not to fuck him apart.

"You mean this?" Slow, erotic question grilled on his honey skin.

The answer to this tease was given immediately. Jimin's face got squished on the glass plain again, and Jungkook's hips started snapping erratically inside him. Growls timed with his thrusts. Jimin's body could only jump back and forth with Jungkook's rough brawny force, could only take his fucks. Broken moans and hazy vision, Jimin didn't silence himself. Jungkook was unleashed, drilling into Jimin's sweet silly puffy velvet hole like a man starved. "See what you do to me? Take me now," Jungkook growled, Jimin's nipples getting massaged in his large palm and knees weakening with the power.

Feral with lust, both of them gladly went rougher. Jungkook allowed Jimin to reach behind, curve his back, and puncture his nails into Jungkook's sexy flesh. A few more thrusts like that, and Jungkook turned Jimin towards him, made him lie on the sofa nearby. Jimin bounced down and held his thighs apart for Jungkook, rubbing down on his aching hole to appease it until Jungkook could fill it with his thick pulsating cock again. Jungkook's heart fluttered, even in this situation, when Jimin gazed up at him with two innocent wide eyes, inviting him in. Who else would be so perfect for Jungkook? Ruthless and conflicting, he didn't stand a chance against Jimin. Had him so whipped up like cream. "Gosh, what a perfect spouse I've got." Jungkook settled between, his knees folded. Missionary, but both of them needed to be like this. Vanilla and hardcore, to drink and drown in each other. It had been so fast, everything seemed to move in slow motion when Jungkook came inside Jimin. The magical blinks of Jungkook's long eyelashes, the bite he took into his lip piercing, the hollowing of his cheeks as he focused, his tongue hitting his inner cheek with brows drawn in. He's so hot.

Better and hotter edition, Mr. Jeon the Mafia Emperor makes Jimin's hungry hole a slutty whore for his ethereal husband.

Jungkook's cock dragged harshly down Jimin's walls, and he kept repeating it. Readying Jimin for the fill again. Jimin twitched, sliding his hands into Jungkook's raven locks and clutching onto him for dear life. Whimpering helplessly, crying against his jawline, not being able to take the wait. Jungkook licked his fingers before ghosting them on Jimin's warm clenched walls, and in a casual slip, his dick dipped inside Jimin's hole. Jimin closed his eyes and took the slow stretch, Jungkook penetrated till his balls were buried in. His weight on Jimin, comforting.

Jungkook guarded Jimin from everywhere, and Jimin got lost under him as he pounded down. Jimin's body got sorted and fucked into the poor sofa with no avail, Jungkook was hell-bent on satiating him. As Jimin's nails scratched down Jungkook's back, leaving hurt red lines, his eyes left tears of being overwhelmed. Hair sticking everywhere, Jimin's body didn't know how to react to all these mixed emotions mounting over. Jungkook's lips layered multiple kisses on Jimin's lips and left crimson marks as he went down. "Calm down, I'll take care of you, and you will get used to this." He brushed the tear line away and brought both their hands together, intertwining their fingers. His hips shot Jimin up, and his arms pinned both of Jimin's arms above his head.

Jimin kept bouncing under Jungkook as he fucked him, while Jungkook went on to love Jimin's body with his mouth. Setting Jimin's rim and flesh on fire, leaving it sweaty and wet with saliva. Leaving it abused with his teeth and tongue. The torment struggled through Jimin's spine as he squirmed, Jungkook's hot breath on his left nipple and hips circling down to land deep into Jimin's hole. Leisurely, Jungkook's tongue darted out and traced the rock-hard areola. Jimin's hands agonized to free themselves from Jungkook's grip, but he was no match to Jungkook's strength, even when only Jungkook's one hand was holding both of Jimin's hands down. When he was done with his sweet torture, he licked a clean strip off Jimin's nipple, making the bud dance. Jimin's face was a dangerous shade of red by now, embarrassed and aroused.

Jungkook's other hand had slithered down to Jimin's hole and slapped him alert before abusing the already abused hole. He went fast and hard and merciless as he churned Jimin's  red walls round and round. Jimin's lungs sobbed at the staccato breaths he was taking—how was he even surviving Jungkook?

"Master," Jimin pleaded, slurred and drugged.

"Yes, Jeon Jimin ? What do you want? Tell me," Jungkook asked, ever-so-kindly. Why didn't he show that kindness to Jimin's body? Why did Jimin feel so fucked out already? Maybe, it had been an hour or two. Jimin had not kept a note of time, cause he very well could not. Jungkook's pelvis slapped into Jimin's inner thighs, and Jimin whined at the jolting surprise. Jungkook held the base of his shaft and jerked it inside a little before angling his face with Jimin's. Inky eyes moist with desires meeting with Jimin's wide, pleasured teary ones.

The knot in Jimin's lower belly was throbbing to burst. It seemed to bolt up to the back of his head and burst like a firework display. Every throb was a new exploration. In its wake, he felt ashen for a second before rejuvenating to colorful life. Black and white floated in Jimin's vision, Jungkook's scarlet and lavender kisses made Jimin topple into a sinful paradise.

Jungkook's expression was determined and dark. Waiting for Jimin's word, and he'd snatch down the stars for him. "What can I do for you?" he repeated, caressing Jimin's waist. Every syllable from Jungkook's mouth felt like a deep caress, Jimin moved his lips to and fro to graze against Jungkook's swollen, arched ones.

"You've already fu-fucked me a lot, master."

The first time after so long, Jimin's body was spent and wasted. Could no longer make sense of Jungkook or himself. Jungkook stroked his cheek on Jimin's as if sympathizing with the pain between his legs.

"You expect me to let you go when you've not cum yet?" Jungkook grunted, displeased and hurt. "And, you're mine right now. I told you it's going to be hard to stop."

His possessive tone silenced Jimin to a blush. He hadn't stopped thrusting even once since they switched positions. Let you go repeated in Jimin's mind. It was mercy Jungkook was giving him and his body because he was his. He was destroying Jimin because he was his. Only after it felt like a century had gone by, and Jimin lay soaked in his own cum, Jungkook growled. Thrusts turning sloppy, cheeks flushed with effort. He lay his forehead on Jimin's, sweaty kisses pressed on the side of his lips. "Thank you. I'm going to cum," he whispered, intoxicated with pleasure. Jimin was sure Jungkook didn't know he thanked him in the moment, but he lightly smiled at the relieved pleasure and exhaustion which drained over him.

With a jolting thrust, Jungkook pulled out with a pained noise. Dick suctioned out, and Jimin felt emptier than a shell without pearls. Rough and agitated, Jungkook jerked off his length before painting Jimin's body with thick white strings. While rest of the cum gushing out from his hole already full and loaded.

"I love you." Jimin's hand pulled back and swiped Jungkook's forehead clean of sweaty hair strands, scavenging for the twinkle of love in his inks.

Jungkook breathed Jimin, grinned against his treasure of a smile but before Jungkook could say anything Jimin had his eyes closed with no senses left in this world. The emperor tried shaking Jimin under him but seeing no response he gently lifted Jimin in his arms and placed him on his king sized bed, as he laid down behind Jimin. He pulled duvets over their naked bodies and turned off the lights. As he placed a soft kiss on unconscious Jimin's forehead.

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So guys I hope all of you got the valentine gift as this chapter♥️♥️♥️

Even if you don't have partners treat yourself with a pastry or tiny chocolate you deserve it my lovelies or even ice cream would do.

Happy Valentine to Mr. Jeon Jungkook ♥️🌹

Happy Valentine to Mr. Park Jimin 🌷❣️

And Happy Valentine to all my fellow Armys and my dear readers 💜