Wild flower

Ehm, Ehm

A/n: you have been warned.

It was around 3 am in the morning, when I jerked awake. I tried to remember what happened yesterday, through a throbbing headache. I looked down at my clothes, the stains on it, and the brooch became loose...Was I drunk? Oh Yoongi....

I looked over at Yoongi, and he was in as bad as a state as I was. His tie was unfastened; he still had his shoes on.

I decided to change, and shower, so I let Yoongi be. Once I had washed up, I saw Yoongi, also clean, smiling as he saw me. I smiled back. He motioned me to sit beside him, and asked, "So did you enjoy last night?"

Until he pulled back altogether, surprising me,and walked towards the bathroom.

Sadness swept over me, because it only lasted for such a short time. I brushed away my silent tears, and pulled on my crumpled clothes, and smoothed down the bed covers. I snuggled down with my eyes closed, until I heard the faint click of the bathroom door.

Yoongi appeared, also dressed, and nestled in beside me. He held me in his warm embrace, until we were both at the brink of sleep, with anticipation hanging in the musty air for a few seconds, then setting off when we loosened and relaxed, in stone sleep.

tSU

"Yes, I loved it. Thank you for everything."

He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, much more like the conscious Yoongi I remember. That was his style, his real style.

"Everything....well not everything was achieved..."

He smirked, as I said, puzzled, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He got up towards the cupboards, and brought out three scented candles, placing them on either side of the bed-tables. Ever so gently, he lit them, and then asked me to close the lights.

I did as he said so. Silently, he pulled me towards the bed, sat me down on the soft duvet.

"Yoongi what is this-"

"Shh, Shh" He interrupted, softly.

I sat, stunned, as he slowly, moved his fingers under my t-shirt, pulling it off, with such...professionalism. I decided to help him out, by removing my jeans. He, in the mean time, unclasped the back of my bra, and next digging his fingers into my panties, also, pulling them clean off.

The warmth of the room seeped into my skin, making me shudder in anxiety, and the scent of the candles made this experience intimate from the start. It was my turn to undress Min Yoongi, pulling him close towards my stark naked body, and peeling the layers of clothes rapidly, until I got towards his boxer shorts, where an erect bulge caught my gaze.

As I pulled off his underwear, he brought over the duvet, nestling me in his embrace, until I felt a sharp tug at my genitals and a cool wetness afterwards. Orgasm.

But what occurred next was a feeling almost indescribable, as it was painful yet pleasurable, at the same time. A little like Champagne. As he inserted his weapon inside of me, it was like something being torn in half, and instinctively, I pushed into him, so his whole length was in. It was better than being tickled, as this was the ultimate and erotic experience. I tried to keep my consistent moans to myself, so they came out as very quiet whines. It was peaceful, looking into Min Yoongi's eyes, him smirking the whole time, like he made the level of pain.

I was pulled in and out by his rock hard penis, and the orgasms, kept on coming. I wasn't sure whether it was my wet behaviour or his semen, until, we pulled back, sore but satisfied.

I felt his slender hands pass over my breasts, feeling them with curiosity, and his fingers then passed down my stomach towards my vagina, probing, tickling, and making wetness present yet again.

Slowly he brought out his fingers, licking then one by one. I cringed visibly as he said, "You taste divine...." in his deep and husky tone.

Placing his hands on my face, he brought t me close, kissing me as intently as we had the first time. I felt his tongue intertwine with mine, and could taste his love. It was warmth, it was peace, and it was pure beauty. He lightly bit my top lip, so I followed in the same fashion. Gingerly, he brought his tongue out of my mouth moving towards my neck, licking and leaving his trace of intimacy.