sunshine • myg + jhs

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my heart beats quickly as i feel his presence behind me.
he lines my neck with kisses, slipping his cold hands under my shirt.
the sensation of the different temperatures colliding makes me feel things i can't describe.
he curves his palms, letting his nails graze my skin.
i sigh in satisfaction, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder.
he turns me around to face him.
his lips meet mine as his hands trail up my torso and work my shirt off of me.
our lips part and reconnect as it slips between us.
we make our way over to the bed and he lays me down gently.
he moves away and pulls the red sweatshirt over his head before coming back to pay all of his attention to my lips.
his hands fit nicely on my waist as he holds me close.
and that's what i feel.
close.
it's what i'd wanted.
but now that it's here, it doesn't feel like enough.
i will always want to be closer with him.
reason being: he's hoseok.
his fingers barely touch my skin as he drags them down my stomach.
he stops them though right as they get where i want them.
"may i touch you here, baby?"
i let a small smile pull my lips upward.
such an amazing human.
i can't believe i have the privilege of calling him mine.
"yes. yes please,"
he nods and slips his hand underneath the fabric of the boxers that covered me.
i gasp as i feel his dainty hand wrap around me.
it's been so long.
but i'm not mad about that.
i'm one to believe you have sex only if you have feelings for the person.
and i do.
so i'm glad i haven't done much in a while.
makes me feel a bit more pure.
his hand slides up and down my shaft slowly, as we kiss with passion and hunger laced between us.
i press my hips upward, needing more.
needing everything.
he then takes his hand away and stands to undo his own pants, but i'm pulling them down before he gets the chance to.
"eager are we?" he chuckles stroking my hair.
i look up at him.
"ohh now don't use that face on me. you know how weak i get when you get all cute like that,"
i smirk.
"what if i want you weak for me?"
he tilts his head and cups my chin.
"then you're succeeding, my love."
i look into his eyes to ask for permission, and he nods, giving me the okay.
i work his boxers off of his erection and take him into my hand.
i don't know what i expected from him.
but it definitely wasn't this.
he's perfect in every way.
i let my hand work around him until i fell him grip onto my hair.
i look up to him and he just nods.
i don't know exactly what he wants, but when i take him into my mouth that seems to do it for him.
he groans quietly.
i let my tongue massage the place that i know will give him the most pleasure, and he seems to like that.
i wrap my hand around his what doesn't fit into my mouth and move it slowly.
i move my head at the same speed.
he lets out another quiet moan.
i look up to him and see closed eyes.
i guess i'm less rusty than i'd originally thought.
my heart pumps faster as i continue my actions.
soon, though, he stops me.
"i want you, min yoongi. please, please give me what i want."  i nod and let him do what he pleases with me.
he turns me onto my stomach and tries to contain himself.
he presses his fingers deep into my hips and immediately apologizes.
"i-i'm sorry. i'm just hard to control in these situations."
"a little pain is always good,"
he chuckles, looking back to what he was trying to do.
he pulls me close to him, and presses into me.
i gasp at the new, yet familiar feeling.
he slowly goes deeper.
"are you okay, baby?"
i nod.
he begins to thrust heavily.
using all of his strength to stay slow as to not hurt me.
i gradually get used to the feeling, and he notices.
he speeds up a bit.
an involuntary whimper escapes my lips and i flush red.
"like it, sweetheart?"
he's an extremely cocky man.
so i respond, as to not let him win.
"yes, very much."
he seems to like my response, considering the way he grips my hips tighter, pulls me into him, and says, "it's hard for a man like me with a man like you to have this much self control. don't make me lose it."
he slowly eases himself deeper.
i moan out as he hits the part of me that is the most sensitive.
he thrusts back and forth, drawing out the movements.
not slowly, but extremely exaggerated.
"fuck, yoongi," he groans.
holy shit even his voice is attractive.
he quickens his pace, thrusting as he continues to manipulate my body.
i don't care what he does.
as long as he doesn't stop.
it feels so fucking amazing.
and i think it feels better because it's him who's providing the pleasure that i'm receiving.
i moan out his name, unable to keep my composure anymore.
he still has a bit of his though, and he chuckles.
"you look so pretty all bent over and needy. and i love the way my name sounds on your tongue, say it again for me."
he thrusts harder.
i moan for him again adding in my own choice profanities.
my chest aches, as my breaths are uneven, but i don't care.
in some sick, twisted way, the pain just makes me want more.
"h-hoseok harder," i manage.
he does as requested and thrusts harder.
i curl my fists around the cotton underneath me and moan out again.
i feel his nails dig into my skin as a quiet, "fuck," leaves his lips.
the way he curses sends me.
it's just so sexy.
his hand moves from its spot on my hip and goes to the opposite shoulder, holding me in better place.
he thrusts hard into me.
"fuck, hoseok i'm close."
"m-me too" he stutters.
haHA.
i made him stutter.
i'm proud of myself.
i wrap my hand around my throbbing erection and stroke it quickly.
i'm unable to control the moans that escape me as i hit my high.
"fuck, you sound so sexy. don't stop."
i slow my movements, every nerve in my body begging me to go faster.
pleasure overtakes my body and i feel my eyes roll back.
i hear his moans pick up speed, as does my wrist.
he pulls out and releases onto my back as i make a mess of my hand.
he had a towel on standby, so he helps me to clean myself up.
"that was-" he takes a breath and falls onto his back, "that was heavenly."
i look at him.
the moonlight being the only thing to illuminate him.
he's so incredibly gorgeous.
such pure and angelicly delicate beauty.
i kiss him.
why me?
i'm not complaining, but he just seems too good to be true.
"when did i get so lucky, hm?"
"that's the aftershock talking," he laughs.
"no hoseok, i'm serious. thank you for coming into my life and turning it right side up."
he kisses me again.
"you needed me. i need you. we were both in the dark and are proceeding to come out of said dark with the help of one another. you're my gift from God. and i'm yours."
i smile.
then re-hear what he said.
"needed? you said i needed you. past tense. hoseok i continue to need you."
he smiles.
"you're min yoongi. you don't need-"
"i need you, hoseok. i need you. you're my everything. without you shit just crumbles on top of me. then underneath me. so i just fall with all of this weight. but with you- if i'm with you, anywhere we go is a flower garden instead of holding designer bags, you hold my hand. instead of jealousy and envy, you understand my nature. you actually know me and try to figure out my fucked up mindset. you aren't materialistic. you care about well being. and you're so- hoseok you're you. i need you. you're like the sun, and i'm the moon. i can't shine without you."
he smiles.
"i need you hoseok. don't doubt that."
he kisses me deeply.
"i love you, baby."
i smile.
"ditto."
i can't bring myself to say it.
i just can't.
but i can't just leave him high and dry.
so ditto.
ditto.