Just A Few Numbers Away

Chapter 77

Where the Shore Ends

Content Warning 🔞:

This chapter contains explicit sexual content, including oral sex and consensual power dynamics.

18+ only.

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The moment they broke for air, Aen took the lead once more.

With a firm press of her palms against his shoulders, she pushed him back until he was flat against the silk duvet.

​"Don't move," she whispered, her voice a low, melodic command that pinned him more effectively than her hands ever could.

"I'm not finished with you yet."

​Yoongi's breath hitched, his chest heaving as he stared up at her, his dark hair fanned out against the pillows.

He looked completely caught in her web, his eyes never leaving hers as she shifted her weight.

She moved off his lap, the friction of her departure making his jaw tighten, and knelt between his legs.

​Her fingers moved to his waist, finding the heavy metal of his belt.

She worked it loose with a slow, agonizing precision, the metallic clink the only sound in the room.

She followed with the button and the zipper of his trousers, the sound of the teeth uncurling sounding like a final barrier falling.

She didn't rush as she slid the fabric down his legs, tossing them to the floor until he was left in nothing but his briefs.

​Aen didn't wait.

She leaned forward, her lips ghosting over the prominent, throbbing heat outlined beneath the dark silk.

She pressed a soft, lingering kiss right over the center of him, then another, her tongue tracing the heavy pulse she felt there.

Yoongi let out a sharp, choked sound-a mix of a groan and a gasp-and his hands flew to the duvet, bunching the fabric in his fists as he watched her every move with a look of pure, tortured bliss.

​She reached for the waistband then, hooking her thumbs into the elastic and drawing the fabric down.

As he sprang free, fully bared to her gaze for the first time tonight, she saw the way he throbbed, his skin flushed and his need undeniable.

She reached out, her fingers curling around the length of him, feeling the frantic heat.

​She lowered her head, her lips parting as she prepared to take him into her mouth, but before she could, Yoongi's hand-shaking with the effort of his restraint-came up to rest against her cheek, gently tilting her face up to his.

​"Jagi," he rasped, his voice cracked and raw, his eyes pleading as they locked onto hers.

"I want to be inside you. Now. Please."

Yoongi's hand was still trembling against her cheek, his eyes dark with a hunger that had moved past patience.

Aen looked at him, seeing the raw vulnerability of his surrender, and felt a surge of love that matched her own desire.

​"Alright," she whispered, her voice a soft promise.

But before she stood, she leaned down one last time.

She dragged her tongue slowly along the full, throbbing length of him, a deliberate, wet stroke that elicited a loud, broken moan from deep in his throat.