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You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your reflection for the thousandth time. Your lips felt completely dry, a telltale sign of the nerves kicking in. The black two-piece bikini you were wearing left very little to the imagination, putting your skin and curves completely on display.

You hadn't actually planned on buying something this revealing, but your sister had practically forced you into it. Something about seducing your husband.

Seducing Jimin? The same man you had only met four months ago when your parents set you up on that first awkward date? The two of you had been married for just two weeks now, and here you were on your honeymoon.

The plan was supposed to be simple. You meant to grab the pouch with the modest one-piece from your suitcase, but in your rush, you grabbed the wrong one. Now, you were far too shy to walk back out there exposed just to look for a change of clothes.

Looking down, you flushed. Your chest was practically spilling out, and the bottoms left your backside entirely on display. Squeezing your eyes shut in a wave of nervousness, you finally called out through the closed door.

"Jimin?"

"Yes?" he answered almost instantly. "Are you coming out yet?" His voice was gentle, standard for him.

Jimin was a total gentleman. He was soft-spoken, yet he had a way of flirting that could make your toes curl. You both were still firmly in the friendship phase, taking slow, careful steps to get closer to each other.

"Yes. It's just... um, can you maybe wait outside on the balcony for a bit? I'll be out soon," you said, your voice hesitating over the words.

"Why?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.

"I'm just feeling a little..."

"Sick?" His voice shifted, laced with sudden concern, and you could hear the rustle of sheets as he stood up from the bed.

"No, no! I'm just... shy," you murmured, your voice growing timid and small. You nervously fiddled with the door handle, your heart racing.

"Shy...?" he repeated after a brief pause. You could almost hear the soft smile in his voice. "It's just me. Are you shy because you're wearing a... bikini?"

You leaned your forehead against the cool wood of the door, nodding anxiously even though you knew he couldn't see you.

"Hey, it's just me, okay? You know I won't touch you if you're not ready," his voice softened, drifting through the wood of the door.

"It's not about that..." you whispered, your heart hammering against your ribs.

"Please... I want to see you," he pleaded softly.

Your eyes widened at the vulnerability in his request. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly turned the lock and clicked the door open. Jimin was standing right in front of you. As the door swung wide, his eyes went wide, taking in the view as he realized exactly what you were wearing.

"Fuck," he breathed out, the word slipping past his lips in a low, involuntary whisper.

Any trace of his usual restraint vanished as he shamelessly checked you out. His gaze dropped, completely fixed on the soft swell of your chest spilling over the top of the black fabric, slowly tracing the sharp curve of your waist and hips.

Realizing he was staring, he quickly snapped his eyes back up to yours, though his expression remained dark and intense.

"Sorry... you look beautiful," he murmured, his voice rougher than usual.

You could feel your face burning, a deep flush spreading down to your neck. Nodding timidly, you managed to squeak out, "Thank you. Let's go?"

He nodded, stepping back slightly to gesture for you to walk first. Your knees felt completely weak, nearly giving out beneath you as you stepped past him. Every nerve in your body was on fire; even without looking back, you could feel the absolute heat of his intense stare burning into your back, tracing the line of your waist and the exposed curve of your hips with every step you took.

The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the sand, but all you could feel was the intense heat of Jimin’s gaze still tracking your every move. You walked side by side along the shoreline, the cool ocean water occasionally lapping at your ankles, providing a much-needed distraction from the thick tension between you.

For a few minutes, you tried to focus on the scenery, making quiet, shy small talk. But every step you took felt hyper-coordinated. With the minimal support of the bikini, your boobs shifted and bounced subtly with every movement, a fact you were acutely aware of and one Jimin definitely hadn't missed. His eyes kept darting downward, his throat bobbing every time he swallowed.

"We should probably put on some more sunscreen," you murmured, stopping near a quieter stretch of the sand.

"Yeah. Good idea," Jimin replied, his voice a little strained. He reached into the beach bag, but before he could offer to help, you took the bottle from his hand.

Setting the bottle down, you took a step forward and bent over to rub the cream onto your feet and calves. The motion was completely innocent on your part, but the effect was immediate.

As you leaned forward, the skimpy black bikini bottoms stretched tight, completely exposing the smooth, rounded curve of your ass.

A sharp, audible gasp left Jimin’s throat.

Startled by the sound, you quickly glanced back over your shoulder. Jimin was standing entirely frozen, his eyes wide and completely locked onto you. The polite, gentle husband from an hour ago was nowhere to be seen; his gaze was dark, heavy, and undisguisedly fixated on the view you were inadvertently giving him.

"Jimin?" you squeaked, your cheeks instantly burning hot as you realized exactly what he was looking at.

He didn't answer right away. He just stared, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tried and failed to regain his usual control.

Jimin blinked, forcing his eyes up to meet yours as he swallowed hard, desperately trying to pull his composure back together. He cleared his throat, a faint, rare blush creeping onto his own neck.

"Sorry," he muttered, giving a small, breathy laugh at his own lack of control. He reached down, gently taking the sunscreen bottle from your hand. "Come on, let's head over there. It’s less crowded there."

He pointed toward a secluded cove further down the shore, where the large rock formations blocked the view from the main resort area.

As you walked beside him, the initial paralyzing shyness began to melt into a softer, nervous excitement. The warmth of the sun and the steady rhythm of the waves helped ease the tension, even if you were still acutely aware of how close his shoulder was to yours.

When you finally waded into the turquoise water, the cool splash was a welcome relief. Jimin dived in first, his dark hair slicked back as he surfaced with a bright, breathtaking smile that instantly made your heart skip.

"The water is perfect," he called out, holding his hands out toward you. "Come on."

You stepped deeper until the small waves lapped at your waist. A sudden, larger wave rolled in, catching you off guard, and you gasped, instinctively reaching out.

Jimin’s hands caught your waist instantly, anchoring you against him. The sensation of his bare skin against yours sent a jolt straight to your chest. For a second, you both froze, completely breathless, staring at each other. Your chest was pressed lightly against his torso, and the sheer closeness made your lips go dry all over again.

Seeing your wide eyes, Jimin gave a soft, reassuring chuckle to break the spell. He playfully splashed a handful of water at your shoulder. "Gotcha."

"Hey!" you laughed, your timidness fading as you splashed him right back.

Within minutes, the lingering awkwardness dissolved into pure, bubbly fun. You ended up playing like kids, splashing and dodging each other, the beach echoing with your shared laughter.

Yet, the underlying awareness never truly left. Every time Jimin caught you to keep you from falling, or every time your legs brushed together under the water, a quiet thrill ran through you.

Eventually, you both settled down, floating lazily near each other where the water met your shoulders.

"You know," Jimin said softly, his eyes fixed on you as he kicked his legs gently to stay afloat, "on our first date, I was actually so nervous I almost spilled my coffee right on my lap."

You let out a genuine laugh, leaning back into the water. "Really? You looked so calm and collected. I was the one sweating through my dress."

"No way," he smiled, moving just a fraction closer so your shoulders touched. "I was terrified. You were so quiet, I thought you hated me."

"I was just intimidated by how handsome you were," you confessed, the admission slipping out before you could stop it.

Jimin’s smile softened into something incredibly warm and tender. He reached out under the water, his fingers gently brushing against your hand before firmly intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Well," he murmured, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before locking back onto your eyes, "I'm really glad we're here now.”

Catching the sudden shift in his gaze, your breath hitched. Jimin was no longer looking at the ocean or listening to the gentle crash of the waves; his eyes were completely anchored to your lips. A fierce, involuntary blush burned across your cheeks, making you look down into the water to hide your face.

Before you could pull back, Jimin took a slow step closer. Under the cover of the turquoise water, his large hand slid smoothly around your waist, his fingers pressing into your bare skin. The sudden, warm contact sent a shiver straight up your spine.

"Y/n..." he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he began to lean in.

But before his lips could reach yours, a rogue, cresting wave surged up from behind you. It caught you both completely off guard, knocking you off balance. With a shared gasp, you both tumbled backward into the rolling swell.

The water swallowed you for a split second before you both broke the surface, coughing and instantly bursting into breathless, pure laughter.

The romantic tension shattered into something utterly delightful and chaotic. Because of the force of the wave, you had landed directly on top of him, your legs tangled with his beneath the surface and your front pressed flat against his chest.

As you both scrambled to find your footing on the shifting sand, Jimin's hands instinctively reached up to steady you. In the blurry, wet scramble, his palm accidentally grazed right across the sensitive, exposed curve of your chest.

The touch was brief, but electric.

Your laughter cut off into a soft gasp, and your face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.

Looking down, you caught the exact moment Jimin realized where his hand had landed. His eyes widened, a sudden rush of heat overtaking his features as he quickly shifted his grip to your hips to anchor you.

Seeking any kind of stability, your hands flew up, your fingers tightly gripping his slick, muscular shoulders for support. The water swirled around your waists, holding you close as you hovered directly over him, both of you completely breathless, blushing, and entirely aware of the racing hearts beating against each other.

Jimin’s grip on your hips tightened just a fraction, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against your bare skin. He didn't move immediately. Instead, he held your gaze, his dark eyes searching yours, silently asking for the permission you both knew he wouldn't take without a sign.

You let out a soft, shaky breath, your fingers tightening slightly on his wet shoulders as you leaned down just a hair closer. It was all the answer he needed.

Jimin tilted his head, closing the remaining distance between you. When his lips finally met yours, the contact was incredibly soft, a gentle, lingering caress that made your eyelids flutter shut. The kiss tasted of the ocean, cool, crisp, and distinctly salty but the heat radiating between you completely canceled out the chill of the water.

Slowly, the gentleness shifted into something deeper. Jimin’s breath hitched against your mouth as he parted his lips, his tongue sliding forward to meet yours in a slow, rhythmic mold.

A quiet whine escaped the back of your throat, completely swallowed by the depth of the kiss.

His hands moved languidly up from your hips, his palms warming your skin as he pulled you even tighter against his chest, anchoring your bodies together beneath the rolling waves.

Every stroke of his lips was deliberate, sweet yet laced with a fierce, underlying hunger that left you completely breathless, utterly lost in the taste of him.

He reached up, his fingers tangling into the wet strands at the back of your head. He tilted his head slightly, gaining deeper access to your mouth, and a quiet moan slipped from your lips.

His palm held your nape securely, his thumb massaging the sensitive skin of your neck while the soothing, cold ocean water lapped against your heated skin.

"Jimin..." you gasped out against his lips, a sudden wave of self-consciousness hitting you.

Your eyes flew open, darting around the open expanse of the beach. Breaking the kiss with a soft sigh, Jimin followed your gaze and looked around.

A few resort guests were scattered further down the shore, some playing in the distant surf, others lounging on the sand. Even though they weren't paying attention to the secluded cove, the reality of being out in the open made your heart race for a completely different reason.

You took a tentative step back, the cool air hitting your wet skin. Your face was a deep, crimson red, and you could still vividly feel the phantom touch of his lips on yours, a dizzying contrast of warm and cold, tasting like sweet cherries and sea salt.

Seeing your flustered reaction, Jimin’s intense expression completely melted away. He broke into his signature, heart-melting smile, the one where his eyes crinkled completely shut into tiny crescents and his cheeks puffed up, round and soft. The dangerous, breathtaking man from a moment ago vanished, leaving behind the sweet, gentle husband who adored making you blush.

"I wanna sit," you murmured, pointing toward the dry sand.

Jimin nodded, his expression softening. "Go on. I'll take a few laps and then come join you."

He took your hand, his grip warm and steady as he helped you navigate the shifting, wavy water back to the shore. You made your way over to the lounge chairs, settling down under the shade of the umbrella and spreading a plush towel over your lap.

As you got settled, Jimin’s eyes darted slowly around your drenched body, taking you in one last time before heading back out.

The cold ocean water had left you looking incredibly alluring. The thin bikini top did little to hide how the chill had affected your skin, making your nipples prominent against the dark fabric, and clear water droplets rolled slowly down your inner thighs.

Jimin gave a curt nod, clearing his throat as he turned around to head back into the surf to burn off some of his lingering energy.

Your eyes stayed glued to your husband as he waded deeper into the ocean. There was no denying he had an incredible body. From your vantage point, you had a clear view of the elegant moon tattoos trailing down his spine, a detail you absolutely loved.

As he dived under and resurfaced, he pushed his drenched, wavy hair back, completely revealing his forehead. The water droplets glistened against his highly defined abs as he cut through the waves. Your lips parted slightly as you watched him swim; you couldn't even attempt to lie to yourself, your husband was breathtakingly hot.

Jimin was fully aware of your eyes tracking his every move. Internally, a smug smirk played on his lips as he cut through the water, though he was doing everything in his power to keep his composure intact.

The sheer, tight cling of his drenched swim shorts made his lack of control completely obvious to anyone looking, but he played it off seamlessly, deliberately running a hand through his wet hair to push it back and show off his forehead just for your benefit.

When he finally finished his laps, he waded out of the surf. He caught the exact moment your eyes widened and you scrambled to pick up a nearby magazine, burying your face in the pages to pretend you hadn't just been ogling him. A knowing smirk spread across his face.

He walked over to your lounge chair, the water dripping off his chest as he hovered over you with a low chuckle. Reaching down, he gently took the magazine from your hands and flipped it right side up.

"You were reading it upside down, princess," he murmured, his voice low and breathy.

Your eyes went completely wide. The sheer embarrassment of the silly mistake, combined with the sudden, effortless way he dropped that nickname in such a sultry tone, made your toes curl inside the sand.

Desperate to hide your burning red cheeks, you cleared your throat and quickly stood up, your eyes wandering anywhere but at his bare chest.

"Want me to dry your hair?" Jimin asked softly. He reached down and took the towel from your lap, his cold, wet fingers intentionally brushing against the warm skin of your inner thighs in the process, sending a fresh jolt of electricity straight through you.

You nodded slowly, unable to find your voice as he stepped closer.

Jimin stood right behind you, his tall frame blocking out the warmth of the sun and casting a shadow over your skin. He gently draped the plush towel over your wet hair, using both hands to rub the fabric in slow, soothing circles.

The rhythmic movement should have been relaxing, but the proximity only sent your pulse into overdrive. Every time he shifted his weight, you could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest against your shoulder blades.

As he worked the towel down the length of your hair, his hands naturally moved lower. His knuckles deliberately brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, his cold fingers sending goosebumps rippling across your arms. You let out a soft, shaky breath, your hands catching the edge of the lounge chair for support.

"Am I hurting you?" he whispered, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

"No," you squeaked out, your voice barely audible over the sound of the crashing waves. "It... it feels good."

Jimin let out a low, satisfied hum that vibrated straight through your chest. The gentle rubbing transitioned into something much more deliberate. He gathered your damp hair to one side, completely exposing the bare skin of your shoulder and back.

With painstaking slowness, his hands traced the towel down your spine, the softness of your skin contrasted by the smooth, firm pressure of his palms.

With every pass, his thumbs would deliberately slide just an inch too far, grazing the outer curve of your waist and the exposed skin just above the string of your bikini top. You shivered, your stomach fluttering as you instinctively leaned back, just a fraction, into his touch.

Jimin noticed. He stopped moving the towel, leaving his large, warm hands resting firmly on your hips. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the crook of your neck as he inhaled deeply, completely intoxicated by the scent of salt and your skin.

"You're driving me crazy, Y/n," he growled softly against your skin, his hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling your backside flush against the hard planes of his stomach.

The sun was slowly setting, casting a deep, golden glow across the secluded cove. Your eyes closed involuntarily, a soft sigh escaping your lips at the soothing, agonizingly slow touch of his fingers against your spine. As his hand traveled higher, his fingertips brushed against the knot of your bikini top. Your breath completely stuttered when he twisted the string slightly, teasing the edge of the tie without opening it yet.

Jimin glanced over your shoulder, checking the surroundings one last time. A few people were still visible on the far side of the shore, but your spot was mostly hidden from view, tucked safely behind the towering rock formations.

"Y/n..." he murmured against your skin.

Instead of standing behind you, he shifted, sitting down on the edge of the chair right behind you. His lips immediately crashed against your jaw, planting a trail of warm, demanding kisses that made your head tilt back. Unable to resist the pull, you shifted, turning your body around to face him completely on the wide lounge chair.

You let him kiss your jaw, your hands flying up to grip his broad, damp shoulders for support. The sheer proximity made your body heat up all over again, a wave of intense shyness mixing with the electric current running through your veins as you pressed closer into his chest.

You tilted your head back, offering him full, unhindered access to your neck. Jimin didn't hesitate, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin of your throat, sending a fierce tingle straight down your spine.

Driven by pure instinct, you pressed your body even closer to his. As you shifted, his dark eyes darted down to your chest, where the golden glow of the setting sun caught the soft, exposed curve of your boobs.

"Can I touch?" he whispered, his voice rough and laced with desire against your jaw.

You gave a slow, hesitant nod, your throat too tight with nerves to actually voice the words.

"Words, princess," he murmured, his teeth catching your bottom lip in a gentle, demanding tug that made your breath hitch.

"Yes," you whispered, the word finally slipping out.

He let out a low, satisfied hum against your skin. "Beautiful."

His lips reluctantly left yours as he shifted back just an inch, creating space so he could look at you. His gaze slowly traced the exposed curves of your chest, following the path of the water droplets dripping lazily down your cleavage.

Your nipples ache to be held, hardening prominently under his intense scrutiny.

"Jimin..." You let out a soft, breathless moan, suddenly feeling so incredibly exposed under his eyes.

He wasn't even touching you yet, but the sheer hunger in his stare was so intoxicatingly hot it made your entire body melt.

He hooked his hands securely under your knees and lifted you into his arms, making you let out a soft gasp at the sudden shift in gravity. Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, holding on tight for support as he adjusted his grip.

Kneeling down with you still cradled against his chest, he gently lowered you onto the rough, dry sand. Your body jerked slightly at the sudden, grainy texture against your bare skin. The sand instantly stuck to the dampness of your back, the contrast of the warm ground and the cool ocean water creating a rush of sensation.

Before you could fully process it, he gently turned you over onto your stomach, his movements deliberate. Reaching for the tie of your bikini top, his fingers pulled the strings, loosening the knot just enough to give him full access. His breath hitched as he saw the golden sand dusting the curve of your back.

With his index finger, he began to slowly draw lazy, winding patterns across your skin, tracing a path down your spine. The tickling, electric sensation from his finger sent a shiver straight through you, making your hips instinctively lift off the sand, silently craving more of his touch.

"J-Jimin..." You squirmed beneath his gaze, the friction of the sand and the heat of his body driving you crazy. He was far too good at teasing you, and the anticipation was becoming unbearable.

"Hmm?" he murmured, a low, rumbling sound in his chest.

"Please."

"Please what, princess?" he asked, a soft, wicked edge to his voice as he intentionally prolonged the moment.

Before you could answer, he gently turned you over onto your back, his hands moving to the loosened strings of your bikini top and sliding the fabric away completely. The cool ocean air hit your bare skin, and your breath completely left you as his eyes shamelessly locked onto your chest.

"Jimin," you whispered shyly, your hands instinctively reaching out to hold onto his broad biceps for anchor.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with genuine awe.

Feeling incredibly exposed under the fading golden light, your hands began to crawl up to cover yourself, but he gently caught your wrists, pinning them softly to the sand beside your head. "Don't," he murmured, his gaze heavy and dark. "I want to see you. All of you."

"What if someone comes..." Your voice was small, a quiet blend of overwhelming shyness and mounting need.

"No one is here. Look, the rocks completely cover us," he assured you, tilting his head slightly to indicate the massive boulders framing your private alcove.

The beach around you was entirely empty now, silent save for the rhythmic, heavy crash of the waves against the shore.

Reassuring you with a soft, warm smile, he released one of your wrists. His large hand moved slowly, deliberately, until his palm wrapped completely around your left boob. You gulped, your heart hammering against your ribs as you felt just how perfectly his hand fit around you.

"J-Jimin..."

"They are so... soft. So perfect," he muttered, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that made your legs tremble in the sand. Hearing him speak so openly and uninhibitedly sent a whole new rush of heat through your veins.

He rolled the soft weight in his hand, slowly squeezing and massaging the sensitive skin. Your free hand flew up to grip his shoulder tightly as his grip tightened, the sudden, intense pressure sending a wave of sharp pleasure straight to your core. Your head fell back into the sand, your eyes rolling shut as the sheer sensation took over.

"It... it feels so good..." you managed to gasp out, the words broken.

Spurred on by your reaction, Jimin shifted his attention to your right boob, his hand cupping and massaging the heavy boobs. His eyes never once left your face. He watched the exact moment your mouth parted, catching every breathy gasp and the way your brow furrowed when the sensation became too intense.

Knowing the friction of his damp palm might be pushing you just past the edge of comfort, he adjusted instantly. The moment he saw the slight tension in your face, he slowed his movements down, shifting from the deep massage to slow, heavy, rhythmically torturous squeezes that left you utterly helpless beneath him.

You whined in response, secretly loving how he was taking control, playing with you as if you belonged completely to him. Your eyes closed tightly as you embraced the sheer warmth and weight of his touch. Beneath the sand, you pressed your thighs tightly together, acutely aware of how the fabric of your bikini bottoms was already growing slick and damp with your arousal.

"Hmm?" He stared down at your squirming body, his smile turning soft yet incredibly wicked. "Loving it? They’ve been teasing me since this morning, princess. Just dying for my attention. It’s about time I give it to them, right?"

You could only whine back in response, unable to form actual words.

"Whining like a kid," he teased, clicking his tongue softly. But the playful tone vanished instantly when his long fingers suddenly flicked right over your perky, sensitive nipple.

A sharp gasp escaped your mouth, your hips instinctively lifting off the sand in a desperate arch.

"So responsive," he murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, satisfied register.

Before you could catch your breath, he flicked your nipple again, a little harder this time. Your eyes flew wide open as a sharp, electric jolt shot straight through your upper body, but the faint sting was immediately swallowed by an intense, rolling wave of pleasure. He repeated the motion a few more times, deliberately building the agonizing rhythm until your chest was flushed pink.

"Jimin!" you gasped out, your fingers digging frantically into his shoulders as he suddenly gathered both your boobs back together, using his thumbs to firmly pinch your tight nipples. The incredible rush of sensation shot like lightning straight down to your core, making you ache between your thighs.

He smirked, watching the exact moment the pleasure wrecked you, his own eyes twinkling with an undeniable, heavy need. "So fucking responsive, baby. I love it."

"Jimin... please..." you whined, practically begging now. You wanted the heat of his mouth, wanting him to flick his tongue over your aching nipples or just cover your skin in kisses—anything to break the torturous anticipation. You just needed more.

He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes landing on the small bowl of fresh plums you had brought out earlier to snack on. Reaching over, he picked up one of the dark, ripe fruits, making your brows furrow in pure confusion.

"Jimin?" you murmured softly.

His eyes remained intensely fixed on yours as he brought the plum to his mouth and took a slow, deliberate bite. Your lips parted, your mouth going completely dry as the rich, glossy juice of the fruit burst forth, coating his lips.

Drawn in by the sight, you slowly sat up, leaning closer until you could taste the sweetness directly from his mouth. You lapped eagerly over his full bottom lip, your core dripping with heat as the sweet flavor flooded your senses.

Jimin let out a low, pleased smile. He took another bite of the plum and simply waited. Like a needy puppy, you leaned right back in, lapping over his bottom lip again, tasting the faint, sharp sourness of the fruit skin right off his lips.

Suddenly, he brought the half-eaten fruit lower, positioning it right above your chest. With a slow press of his fingers, he squeezed the plum directly over your cleavage. His eyes grew incredibly dark, entirely consumed by desire as he watched the dark, glossy juices trickle slowly down the center of your chest.

You froze in absolute anticipation, your breath catching in your throat as you waited to see what his next move would be.

He shamelessly watched the path of the sticky droplets as they rolled down the warm skin of your boobs. Slowly leaning his heavy frame down, he darted his warm, rough tongue over your cleavage, catching the juice before it could run any further.

You let out a small, trembling gasp as the sheer hotness of his body pressed entirely against you, his wet tongue licking firmly down your cleavage line. Driven by the intense sensation, your hands flew up to the back of his neck, your fingers slowly massaging the heated skin to pull him even closer against you.

He hummed in pleasure as the perfect balance of the sour and sweet fruit hit his tongue. Breaking the contact for a brief second, he smiled sheepishly and reached back into the bowl for another ripe plum, gently pressing it against your lips to make you take a bite.

Before you could even finish tasting the burst of juice, he leaned down to trap your lips once more, eagerly sucking the sweetness from your tongue. Your mouth parted wide under his command as he shoved his tongue deep into your mouth, tasting you with a fierce hunger, as if you were a rare, sweet fruit he had never encountered before.

Slowly, his kisses turned heavier. He dragged his wet tongue down from your lips, tracing your sharp jawline before licking a path down the heated skin of your neck, biting the sensitive skin gently. His lips trailed back down to your cleavage, leaving a path of firm, wet strokes punctuated by sharp, teasing bites here and there. The combination of the cool ocean breeze and the searing heat of his mouth made you shiver, your voice cracking as you moaned his name like a fever.

He hummed against your skin in complete satisfaction. Looking up, his dark eyes locked straight onto yours as he darted his tongue out, pressing it right against your aching, tight nipple. Your eyes immediately rolled back into your head, your hips buckling upward off the sand in a desperate arch.

He twirled his tongue directly over the peak, slowly circling the perimeter with his wetness before flicking it over and over in a relentless, agonizing rhythm. You could feel your stomach fluttering wildly, a deep, heavy throb settling right into your clit.

With agonizing slowness, he shifted his attention, giving the exact same kittenish, torturous licks to your other nipple.

Your eyes flew shut as the sharp, sudden sting of his teeth sunk firmly into the peak. "Ahh! Jimin!" you cried out, instinctively burying your burning face into the crook of his broad shoulder to muffle the shameless noises escaping you.

He didn't stop, nibbling at the tight bud with his teeth before slowly sucking it back into his mouth to soothe the sharp ache. "J-Jimin... mhmm—"

A loud, breathless gasp broke past your lips as he suddenly used his fingers to flick and pinch your free nipple while his mouth remained entirely wrapped around the other, sucking and kissing it fiercely. Giving both of your boobs the exact same maddening attention, he licked and sucked, pinched and flicked, leaving you utterly helpless.

He squeezed the soft flesh together to feel the plush weight, letting them bounce beneath his hands before continuing his relentless assault. Down below, you were literally dripping. The fabric of your bikini bottoms was completely soaked through with your arousal, leaking heavily from the intense breast play alone.

"Mhmm..." Every desperate noise you made caused your cheeks to flare with a deeper, crimson redness. Jimin was unapologetically harsh against your nipples now, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, he pulled his mouth back, pressing the soft mounds together to admire his handiwork. Your cleavage line glistened beautifully under the final rays of the sun, covered in his saliva and light bite marks. Smirking in absolute satisfaction, he rolled the soft weight in his palms a few more times, watching your eyes close tightly in a silent plea for more as sinful, broken sounds escaped your parted lips.

"My... ah-ahhh, j-jimin!" You were incredibly red, your skin burning with a fierce blush. You could feel the wetness leaking straight out of you like a dam breaking.

He leaned back down close to your chest, pressing his warm, open mouth against your skin to lick over the marks again and again. He paused, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "I can smell your arousal, baby."

You let out a broken moan at his words, completely undone by how easily he read your body. He knew exactly what he was doing—he knew the intense stimulation had just made you cum right there on the sand, leaving your entire body trembling with a desperate, mounting need for more.

Letting out a hum of utter pleasure, he finally slowed his pace, pressing the side of his face flat against your chest and closing his eyes.

Jimin shifted to lay directly next to you on the sand, his face still pressed securely against the side of your boob while his lips softly sucked around your nipple like a contented, possessive boy. Your eyes closed in pure, exhausted pleasure, your fingers lazily tangling into his wet, dark hair while your thighs remained tightly pressed together, rubbing against each other to chase the lingering, pulsing waves of your release.

The two of you lay tangled in each other's arms on the quiet shore with soft gasps escaping your mouth whenever he sucked way too hard or bit. It felt good and surreal.

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A/n : I am supposed to be writing 'Bad reputation' series rn but here I am writing oneshots ^^

I have few more steamy one shots planned! Should I make a list out of it? Or post randomly like this? YOU GUYS BETTER BE READY FOR ALL THE ONESHOTS!!

Also, should I make a permanent taglist?