"Just let me show you," Yoongi smiled up at me, as he peppered kisses down my stomach, tongue playing with the frilly bow on my panties.
"Show me what? Your tongue technology?" I tease, a playfully pitch in my voice but I was curious to see what he could do.
"If that's what you want." He shrugged, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. "I'm all down for taking you to Hong Kong." He chuckles, before pushing tongue past my panties, pushing the fabric into my soaked core. His tongue uses this to his advantage the feeling of the fabric shifting against my clit enough to make me arch my back.
"On one condition though..." I breathe out, eyes locked on Yoongi's dark ones, "You can only use your mouth, no hands..."
"But-"
"But nothing this is all about you showing me your tongue technology." I remind him and he growls but smiles a gummy, toothy smile, appearing genuinely happy about the condition.
"Okay, challenge accepted." With those words, he takes the hem of my panties between his teeth and begins to pull them down, the soft fabric following in suit of his soft lips. Once he has them completely off he drops them beside us and puts his hands behind his back. "If I can only use my mouth that means you can't buck your hips up," He challenges back, "I can't showcase my tongue technology if you're eagerly rolling your pussy into my mouth, ass off the bed." I stare up at him,
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," I motion for him to start and he lays on his stomach, breath fanning across my folds,
"You're dripping," He speaks up, winking at me. I roll my eyes and grab a fistful of his hair, forcing him closer to my core, his tongue darts out and makes a lewd slurping sound once his lips enclose around my throbbing bud. His eyes are trained on me as he continues to slurp at my clit, before roughly latching on and moving his head side to side like a man starved finally getting to eat.
"Fuck," I gasp, rolling my hips into his mouth. His eyes narrow and I roll mine, planting my ass firmly against the bed, my hand in his hair to try to keep my control.
Yoongi directs his attention elsewhere, his tongue moves up and down my slit, occasionally circling my entrance, before dipping just the tip of his tongue in. "Yoongi, please," I whine, using my grip in his hair to redirect his mouth back my clit and with a vibrating chuckle, he wraps his lips back around my clit. Nibbling at it, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub, had me gasping like a fish out of water, my grip in his hair tightening...I was so close already but I couldn't give him the satisfaction. So I swallowed down a moan and pushed him. "You're going to have to do better than that," I spit coldy, eyes falling back on his, "I can't cum if you don't know what you're doing." His eyebrows raise in amusement and he begins to harshly suck at the bud as if he was trying to create a hickey. "Shit," I cave in, screwing my eyes shut. He doesn't let up, instead, begins to suck more harshly, my hips uncontrollably thrusting upward into his mouth. I was closer than I thought because my legs tried to close around his body and one of my hands pulled at his hair, the pain causing him to hiss against me, the other scratching at the skin of his shoulder. "Fuck, Yoongi, fuck." I screech, back arching, white flashing behind my eyelids. He pulls away with a loud pop, and I try to regain my composure, breathing in through my nose and out my mouth,
"Don't mean to brag or anything but I'm pretty sure my tongue technology was enough to take you to Hong Kong and back." He smirks, leaning over my body, pressing his lips against mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth, his tongue caressing mine. I moan as I taste myself on his tongue, hand coming up to grip his chin.
"I guess you proved me wrong," I smirk, pecking his lips once more, "Want to see if we could go two for two?" Yoongi smirks and begins kissing his way back down my body,
"I'd be honored."
