Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter twenty four (part three)

SMUT (barely counts but you get what I give you ok?)  ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

Yoongi's now feeling more comfortable in our make-out sessions though that's all we do. I'm gonna die of blue balls one of these days...

He's kissing my neck and I'm a sucker for neck kisses so I just wrap my hands around his neck, making myself comfortable on his thigh...maybe grind a bit and try to be discreet about it.

I can't help the moan that escapes my lips when his bites softly and the friction in between my legs feels just right.

He stops and I freeze, thinking that I messed up and triggered him. he takes his head back, looking up at me while I slowly put my hands on the back of the couch instead of him.

His eyes are hazy and he's licking his lips, looking down where his thigh is making contact with my erection and I'm embarrassed about being caught. "don't...don't stare!" I whine and try to get off him, thinking that I've lost my chance...again.

He puts his hands on my hips, tightening his hold. I gulp, looking at his hesitant eyes which are looking back at me. "I'm ok with it if you...want to continue."

I narrow my eyes. "you mean...humping you?" he coughs, blushing deep red and I chuckle. "you get flustered so easily I see no point in having a filter." He looks at my neck, licking his swollen red lips again. "yes...just move please."

I see that he's desperate to try as much as me. he wants to take a step forward and I want an orgasm.

When have I become so not-shy?

I put my hands back on his shoulders, moving experimentally while carefully checking his reaction. I'm so happy I only have boxers on under this long thin shirt. My favorite choice of clothes when Yoongi says he's in the mood to make out.

He's concentrated on where I'm moving, his tongue between his teeth.

I moan quietly, not wanting to freak him out but it's kinda...hot. The way he's just watching me...I don't know where this courage comes from but I only feel it with him. I don't feel like I have to hide and it makes everything much better.

I see that he moves his hands up from my hips, pushing my shirt up with the movement so he can see better and I gasp when his warm fingers come into contact with my bare waist. I get impatient, moving quickly, careful that my knee is not touching him. my lower stomach is tightening everywhere and it's embarrassingly soon but it's been years since I've had contact like this...that night with tae doesn't really count. It was a platonic handjob -if that exists- but with Yoongi...the way he seems fascinated with me and his eyes are full of stars...fuck.

"Ah...I'm...I'm close yoon..."

He gulps, looking up at my face, seeming enchanted and unable to talk but he seems ok and the coil in my stomach is close to snapping and I'm shivering, breathing heavily, staring into his eyes which are on mine, feeling a kind of pleasure I've never had before.

I whimper, my movements becoming erratic while I put my hand in his hair, leaning down to kiss him. I need him to ground me. it's all too much and it feels too good. Should humping with layers of clothes feel this good?

His lips are parted against me, letting me sloppily move my tongue in his mouth, moaning loudly against him.

Just when I feel like I'm seconds away, he flexes his thigh against me, his shaking hands brushing my nipples under my shirt and I let out a strangled moan in his mouth, letting go with stuttering hips while tugging at his hair, slowing my movements.

I literally saw galaxies behind my closed eyelids, pleasing tingles settling in my now slowly relaxing body. I'm still shaking a bit, not believing how intense it felt and how long it went on. I peck his lips, putting my sweaty forehead against his, sitting completely still, coming back to reality.

When I open my eyes, I see the lost look in his eyes. "you...ok?"

I got so caught up in my high that I stopped checking on him but he seems far from a panic attack...is that a boner I see? Hm...

But he looks uncomfortable, sinking back to put distance between us. I get the message and get off his lap, wincing at the feeling of my wet underwear while I sit on my knees beside him. he's blinking slowly, a little pale. "i...need a cold shower."

I nod at him, not really getting the way he's feeling. Did I break him? he seems like he's not here...

He forces a smile at me before running to the bathroom. "I'm ok...don't worry."

sorry it's so short, it was the end of the chapter.