We lay next to each other sweaty and breathless. We hold each other close, not wanting to let go. We don't know how long we stayed quiet, clinging to one another, but we didn't care. At the moment, we only care about being with each other.
My love, you say.
Hmmm? I hum my reply, my eyes are closed.
I hear you chuckle at my response. I feel you move and hover over me. Your lips touch my forehead, the top of my nose, and then on my lips. Your hand on my face, caressing it, then it was gone. My eyes fly open when I feel your hand again, not on my face but on my belly, rubbing it slowly in circles.
I look at you, your action confuses me. You see my expression and smile so sweetly at me.
With what we have been doing all night, I wonder if I created something with you.
I open my mouth to say something but you kiss me to stop me.
I know, I know, that it might not be possible but you never know. I mean, I am here in the flesh, your hand moves down to my entrance and you slowly insert two fingers making me flinch from the sensitive pleasure and my eyes roll back. I hear you laugh.
Yoongi, stop. Give me a breather. I whisper to you.
I open my eyes to glare at you but I couldn't because of that sweet gummy smile you have on your face. You take your fingers out and hold them up for me to see. You rub your two fingers with your thumb smearing our cream together.
See my love. Look. I "work". That gummy smile is still plastered on your face. You look excited for some reason. Baby, I "work". I came in you. Still holding them up and rubbing them. I exploded boys inside of you!
Realising what you are trying to tell me, I smile back at you earning me a hard but soft passionate kiss. I wrap my arms around your neck trying to bring you closer to me. And you do come close, I take your fingers back down and insert them in me. I spread my legs wider to take your fingers in deeper. You pump your fingers in and out of me with my hand guiding how hard your fingers should go.
You place your face between my legs, kissing my inner thighs, leaving wet marks as you move to my heated center. You remove my hand from yours, This night, our time together right now has been a wonderful miracle. You say to me while giving me small kitten licks. You gently suck on my harden bud before speaking again. My love, let's take full advantage of this miracle given to us and make our own little miracle. You do not wait for me to reply back to you. You put your mouth over sensitive bud and start to gently suck while you pump your fingers in and out of my very wet core. I put my hands over your head and grabbing fists full of your hair. I arch my lower half and push your face down at the same time. The sensation of you sucking me, your tounge swirling around my clit sends electric chills all over my body. The pleasure that you are giving while you finger me drives my body to the edge as I moan your name breathlessly telling you not stop over and over again. I feel myself tighten around your fingers and my legs starts to shake. You know that I'm close, you move your fingers faster and suck on clit more vigorously.
OH MY GOD YOONGI! AAAAAHHHHH! I scream as I cum all over your finger. You slow your fingers down and you made sure to clean me up with your tounge.
[A/N Agust D's tounge technology..]
As I try to catch my breath, you swiftly enter me making me lean up towards you. I gently held on to your face, looking into your eyes, Slow, I whisper to you, slow.
You slow your thrusts but still hitting deep inside me. I hear you grunt then suddenly you pick up your pace, you start going fast and hard. I have to spill all of my seed in you. You start to pound me harder making the headboard of the bed bang against the wall.
BABY! I scream.
Yes my love, Baby.
Knowing the meaning of what you said. I lay back down on the bed enjoying every bit of pleasure you are giving me.
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Your Presence ✔ M.Y.G./Suga 🔞
FanficShe can feel his presence. She knows that he is still with her. Even after death, she can feel his touch. This is a work of fiction. I do not own Min Yoongi. Other characters, places, and incidents are product of the author's imagination or are...