Oh Fuck

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Yoongi's hands wandered tenderly over my back as I literally melted into the kiss, nestled against his bare chest and let my hands run through his hair. Through the skin contact, I could feel his heart racing just like my own.

His kisses became more intense and his hands slid to my hips, where he pulled me even closer to him. My arousal touched his and I gasped lustfully against his mouth.

We broke away and he looked at me silently, almost reverently, tracing the contours of my lips with his fingertips while his gaze lingered on my mouth.

"Do you know how addictive these lips are?"

His question sent my insides into turmoil. An incredibly beautiful and warm feeling spread through my stomach and the corners of my mouth automatically lifted into a smile.

I had never felt so good in my entire life. So wanted, protected... and loved.

Could it really be that Yoongi felt more than just desire for me? He lifted his gaze and I imagined I recognized pure love in his eyes. Hope grew in me, because I wanted nothing more than for him to return my feelings.

"Yeosang... why are you crying?" he asked me in dismay, wiping away a tear. I hadn't even realized it, it had escaped me unconsciously. I wasn't sad, I was just overwhelmed by my feelings.

"I... I'm just happy right now... you're so amazing, Yoongi. I've never felt so comfortable with someone before." I admitted, leaning my forehead against his because I just wanted to be close to him.

His eyes widened a little and he swallowed.

"If only you knew what your words do to me..." he replied quietly, seeming to want to say more, but again he just looked at me wordlessly, his pupils moving back and forth between my eyes as if he was searching for something.

My breathing quickened and my heart pounded louder and louder as I returned his intense gaze.

"Just tell me," I breathed to him and saw him swallow again. He seemed to be struggling with himself, opening his mouth several times as if he wanted to say something, but always closing it again.

"It's not that easy." He laughed nervously.

"I'd love to be the person you can tell everything to." I mumbled quietly and lowered my eyes. But he seemed to have understood and lifted my face by the chin again so that he could look me in the eye.

"But you are." he contradicted me, irritated.

"Then prove it to me," I demanded.

Sighing, he nodded and then took a deep breath.

"Okay... your words made me so happy. It meant a lot to me to hear that because... because I love you with all my heart... I love you, Yeosang." He looked at me almost shyly after his confession and I started beaming and couldn't stop.

I put my arms around his neck and happily pressed my mouth to his.

"I love you too." I breathed against his lips, where I suddenly tasted a salty liquid. His arms wrapped around me tightly, as if he was afraid I would just disappear if he let go of me, but I certainly wouldn't.

"Then let's end this farce, no more fake marriage." he suggested and my heart slipped into my pants, it wasn't supposed to end...

"But I want you to stay my husband," I said, almost desperately.

"That's what I want too, I meant that I want to be with you for real and not just pretend anymore." He quickly reassured me and then kissed me lovingly.

I could hardly put my happiness into words and returned the emotional kiss with as much love as I could muster.

I clung to him as if my life depended on it. His lips moved to my neck, tenderly kissing every single spot, while one of his hands ran up and down my stomach and the other rested on my bottom.

As I moved slightly restlessly on his lap, our lengths inadvertently rubbed against each other again. The ever-increasing feeling of pleasure that this created reminded us that we had actually had something completely different in mind...