A Fate Encounter

Chapter 8 - A Promise to Keep

Walking me back, I almost tripped backwards over Shooky. Yoongi lunged forward and grabbed me, pulling me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, embracing my body in his strong hold. God how I had missed this. Taking in his warmth and scent, all of my anger and doubt melted away. He was here, he was holding me, and he was mine. He removed his mask and hat, tossing them on the table next to my door.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to get out of hand."

"Yoongi, I don't know what you are talking about, but I don't care. I'm just glad you are here and you still want me.", I was sobbing into his chest.

"Still want you? Baby... I could never NOT want you. I love you, more than anything."

"I love you so much, Yoongi! I missed you...", I couldn't stop the tears, I was so happy he was with me.

"I missed you like crazy. I wanted to surprise you so I told you I'd be busy and couldn't come, but things just got out of hand, I'm really sorry."

"I don't care, Yoongi, I just don't. Just shut up and kiss me.", he was here and that's all that mattered.

"Don't have to ask me twice...", he smiled softly at me, wiping the tears from my cheeks and pulled my face up to his. Our lips met, soft and sweet kisses melted us together. We had been passionate before, but this was new, a whole other side of Yoongi. I could feel his love in each tender kiss, he was savoring the taste, the feeling and our time together.

I sighed as he held me, our bodies lightly touching as he softly caressed my lips with his own. I could get used to this. His tongue found its way to mine, wrapping around it, twirling and licking, enjoying the taste. His sighs were slowly turning into low moans and his grip was tightening. He was getting worked up, but I couldn't blame him, we parted ways with tensions already high and it's been a year since we had any physical contact.

Yoongi moved his body closer and pressed his growing erection into my hip, letting me know exactly what he wanted. He wasn't making a move on his own though, he seemed to be waiting for approval. What a good man I have, always thinking of my feelings, but this is one time where he didn't have to worry. Anything he wanted, he could have it.

"It's okay, Yoongi-oppa.", I lightly moaned into his mouth.

He knew exactly what I meant. In seconds, I was up in his arms, my legs being wrapped around his waist and he shoved me back into the wall. His kisses had become aggressive, biting and sucking at my lip, his tongue moving further into my mouth. He was so strong and forceful for his size, it was exciting and I had been wanting him for so long now.

His hands ran up my thighs, over and around my hips and grabbed my ass. He slapped it hard as he pushed himself against me, rubbing my sensitive area with his hardened cock through his jeans. I moaned out, feeling how thick he had gotten. I had seen the pictures online of the supposed package he possessed, and let me tell you, they were right. Just feeling him through his pants alone I could tell he was going to be huge. Excitement and fear took me over and I moaned loud into his ear as he kept thrusting against me. He was having fun teasing me. All this time he's been waiting and wanting, and he still had enough will power left to tease. This man was something else, and I loved him, everything about him.

I couldn't handle it anymore, the feeling of him pressing into me, his eager kisses all over my neck and lips, hands running all over me and up under his shirt that I wore.

"Take me, Yoongi...", I panted out. "Fuck me... I want you..."

Yoongi groaned loudly and pulled his hands from my shirt. Lifting me from the wall, he placed my feet on the floor and kissed me hard, "Bedroom..."