Just A Few Numbers Away

Chapter 111.5 [Part 2]

The Main Course

​CONTENT WARNING 🔞:

Features explicit sexual content, intense power dynamics, primal play, and mature language.

Reader discretion is advised.

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The tables had officially turned.

Aen's desire was a living, clawing thing now, completely overriding the sudden tremor in her limbs.

She didn't wait for him to dictate the pace; instead, she sat up, her hands sliding into the thick, overgrown locks at the nape of his neck to guide him upward.

​Yoongi let out a low, surprised huff of laughter, his hands instantly finding her waist to steady them both as she urged him back against the mattress.

He followed her lead willingly, shifting until his back hit the padded headboard, his legs spreading to make room for her as she moved to kneel between them.

She straddled his thighs, her eyes locking onto his as she took control of the space.

When her fingers first closed around his length, the contact was volatile; Yoongi's eyes drifted shut as a low, guttural groan vibrated from the deepest depths of his chest.

He was entirely at her mercy, his breath hitching as she settled into the space she'd claimed, her eyes never leaving his.

When her lips met the sensitive tip of his length, a volatile jolt went through him, instantly shattering what remained of his legendary composure.

He watched her through heavy, hooded lids, his fingers tangling deep into her hair-not to pull her away, but to desperately ground himself as she began to lick and swirl her tongue with a fierce focus that intentionally mirrored his own "tongue technology."

​And then, she took him completely in.

​The sensation was overwhelming.

Yoongi's head fell back against the pillows, his jaw tightening until his cords stood out in his neck.

Their "Secret Min" world, the fame, the responsibility—all collapsed into the wet, warm friction of her mouth.

​"Aen-ah..." he gasped, her name a broken prayer on his lips.

​He gripped her hair, his knuckles white as he watched her.

The sight of her—the woman he had fought so hard to keep by his side, the one who bore his mark and his name-completely devoted to his pleasure was almost too much to bear.

He was a man known for his control, but under the rhythmic heat of her suction, he felt every bit of that restraint beginning to snap.

​"Jagi, wait..." he groaned, his hips involuntary bucking upward.

"If you keep doing that... I won't make it to the 'main course.'"

​He reached down, his hands trembling as he gently guided her up.

He didn't want this to end with him alone; he wanted to feel her around him, to witness the exact moment they became one under the "Zero" pulse of their wrists.

The air in the room was suffocatingly hot, thick with the scent of lavender.

Yoongi's hands were firm but shaking as he guided her hips, positioning her over him.