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[12] Oh Fuck

"FUCK!" I cried, back arching in sheer bliss. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and thrusted my pelvis towards him. I was a panting, moaning mess.

Yoongi was fucking me with his tongue.

He spread me wide and shoved his tongue deep within me.

No one had ever done that to me before.

It felt fucking phenomenal.

He replaced his tongue with two long slender fingers, slipping deep within me and pressing upwards with purpose. His tongue moved back up to my neglected clit. Immediately upon contact I was back on track, orgasm building faster than ever-

"Oh fuck, Yoongi! FUCK!"

He hit my clit at different angles, with varying speeds and pressure. He sucked and gently used his teeth in ways that I had no fucking clue would make me feel like I did. I felt an unbelievable tension build in my abdomen and I prayed that he would let me finish this time.

"No!" I gasped when he ripped his face away for me.

"Now." He commanded and dove back in, sucking my clit hard while running the tip of his tongue over it simultaneously. His long fingers thrusted deeply within me.

Everything flashed white as I came. I think I screamed, I have no idea. Yoongi moaned while he continued to lick me steadily to prolong my orgasm.

My body went slack. I could feel my pulse racing as I stared at the ceiling, chest heaving. Yoongi stood and looked down at me. His lips were curled in a self-assured smile, but a fire still blazed in his eyes.

It was then that I realized that I was butt naked while he was completely clothed. He still had his shoes on, for fucks sake.

He followed my gaze down to his feet and chuckled, realizing the same thing I had. He slipped off his shoes and socks.

Yoongi met my eyes again as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I had a feeling that he was deliberately drawing it out to allow me time to recuperate.

He really didn't need to worry about that. The visual alone of him standing over me doing his little strip tease had me ready for him all over again. I didn't care about the sting of oversensitivity. I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion immediately.

I sat up to unbuckle his belt, maintaining that eye contact he seemed to demand at all times. He let his shirt slip off his shoulders and hit the floor. He raised a hand to the side of my face and traced my lips with his thumb. I lowered his pants and boxers to the floor in one go, wanting to return the favour of what he had just done for me. His impressive erection slapped his pale, lean stomach, leaving a small sheen of precum behind where it hit.

I think I might have drooled a little.

I started by tentatively wrapping a hand around his hard member, marvelling at how soft and warm the skin was. My mouth popped open as I pumped it slowly. Yoongi hissed and looked down at me with palpable desire, lips parted like my own. His thumb pulled down my lower lip and released it.

I felt him shift like he was about to break away. Most likely to find the box of condoms, but I couldn't let that happen just yet. When he took a step back I followed, dropping to my knees in front of him and gripping his dick firmly enough to keep him from moving any farther.

He looked surprised, but he didn't protest. No, he seemed quite happy to stay when I started to run my tongue along his length.

My movements were purposefully messy and wet, I wanted my hand around the base of my cock to be well lubricated when I took the tip of him into my mouth. I pumped him in gentle twisting motions as I licked at his slit to taste his arousal and then curled my tongue around his head.