Bonded: A Min Yoongi x OC Soulmate AU

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'Shouldn't I be doing this for you? You're the one who performed tonight,' she says, attempting to get up.

He straddles her form, perching himself right underneath her ass and plants his hands on her back.

'No, I like doing things like this for you. Besides, you need to unwind more than you know. You stepped out of your comfort zone tonight and made me proud. You deserve this,' he says, pressing his thumbs down on either side of her spine and stroking upwards, making her relax into the bed.

With every stroke of his hands, he leaned forward a bit and she could feel how hard he was—his silk covered cock rubbing against her ass with every movement. Another mental image came through, this one of sweat rolling down her deeply arched back as Yoongi fucks her ass.

'Rubbing my back just so you can fuck it up again?' she teases, making him chuckle.

'I'll just rub it again later,' he says and she could practically see his shrug in her mind's eye.

He finally gets off her but settles between her legs, laying on his stomach. Not wasting anymore time, he pulls her hips up and licks from her clit to her entrance and back again, sucking her clit into his mouth from the back. Gripping her ass cheeks tightly in his hands, he spreads her open for him, pulling her back against his face harder and humming against her. He pulls back to spit on her cunt and dives back in, slurping up his mess as he moves up and down her slit.

"Oh fuck," she moans aloud, grateful for the music playing in the background.

He was ravishing her pussy like he was starved for it, a stark contrast from how gentle he was just being while massaging her back. This is one of the many things that made her go absolutely feral for him. Sex is always such a mind blowing experience with him partly because she never knew what side of him she would get. Sometimes he was meticulous and unhurried, watching her like an experiment almost, trying to see what would make her tick—and other times, he was a beast for lack of better word—like a sex demon sent to collect the other half of her soul. She could already tell this would be one of those times. She never had a complaint because either way she'd cum plenty and most likely fall asleep blissfully exhausted in his arms.

It didn't take long at all for her pussy to get soaking wet, a combination of his spit and her own juices dripping down onto the towel he'd thoughtfully placed beneath them. Her back arched on its own accord when he starts to rapidly flick his tongue just inside her entrance, drinking her nectar right from the source.

'You like it when I tongue fuck this pussy don't you? You gonna cum on this tongue jagi?'

"I love it! I'm gonna cum all over your tongue baby. Just don't stop," she moans out, pushing back against his face as her orgasm neared.

He shoves the tip of his tongue inside her and pushes it in and out, giving her ass a good shake with his hands, making her come undone, covering his tongue and lips with her slick.

'You made a mess Crys,' he teases, running two fingers over her entrance.

'Then clean it up,' she sasses, earning a hard slap to her ass.

'Actually, I think I've got a better use for it,' he says, trailing his fingers up to her asshole and massaging the tight ring of muscles.

She's surprised by how easily he slips them in, a combination of her natural lube and her relaxed state. In addition to his fingers prepping her, he starts to rub slow circles over her clit with his other hand—getting her over the sensitivity rather quickly. It's like her body knows its him because he's the literally the only one that can do that, herself included. Her hands clutch at the covers as the pleasure comes back, this time heightened by the dual sensations.