Only You

Chapter 9-A Complete C. F.

I reach up and push his hair out of his eyes, running my hand down and under his hair along his undercut. His eyes close at the feeling and he swallows hard. He starts leaning down to kiss me and I push on his chest stopping his movement.

"Look at me." I tell him. His eyes open immediately. "If you had simply come to me and talked to me none of this would have happened. Instead, you just jumped to conclusions. I can't be with someone who does that."

He drops his head and starts to get up, nodding. I grab onto his biceps, stopping him. He looks back up at me.

"Do not ever doubt me again. You have to communicate."

Something flashes in his eyes, hope.

"You mean..."

"I told you, I have always been yours."

That is all the encouragement he needs. His lips crash back into mine. He lifts me only breaking the kiss to pull my shirt over my head. Once it is gone, his lips are back on mine. I reach down and unbutton his jeans, sliding my hand inside, I wrap my hand around his hard dick. He gasps into the kiss. He stands up and shoves his jeans and boxer briefs down, climbing back on the bed. He lines himself up with me but I stop him.

"Yoongi, did you...I mean when you were with her, did yo-"

"I did have the sense enough to wear a condom."

I nod and relax. He wastes no time and pushes into me all the way in one move. My eyes roll back in my head. He stays still for a minute.

"Izzy." He says before he gulps. "I never thought that you would forgive me. I didn't think I could be with you again like this and I don't think I can be gentle."

"Who asked you to?" I ask breathlessly.

It is like a damn breaks loose. He pulls out and turns me over, pulling my hips up so that my ass is in the air. He slams back into and sets a pace that has my eyes almost crossing. His hands are holding onto my hips, pulling me back to meet him at every thrust. My orgasm comes out of nowhere and hits like an explosion.

"Fuck, oh my god, fuck Yoongi."

He pulls out and flips me back over. He slams in again and sets the punishing pace again. Now having been friends for so long, we have had a few conversations before where we mildly talked or joked about kinks. So when his hands go towards my throat, I lift my chin a little so he has better access. He smirks as he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes only slightly and I whimper a little, getting even more turned on. I clench around him.

"I know, baby. Damn, you feel better than last time if that is even possible. I don't know if I have ever been this hard before."

His head falls back as sweat begins to glisten on his neck and down his chest.

"Yoongi, harder." I managed to get out.

His head snaps up and he squeezes his hand around my throat a tiny bit tighter and starts slamming into me so hard I scoot up the bed a little. I know I will be sore tomorrow but I don't care.

"You are mine Izzy. I'm going to make it so you never forget this is my pussy. You will never be able to look at another man in that way because all you will be able to think about is my dick buried inside you."

Yoongi told me once that he liked dirty talk and damn if he isn't a master at it. All of a sudden he pulls out and releases my throat. Before I can say a word, he dives between my legs and licks my clit with a flick of his tongue. He starts licking my clit and pumping 2 fingers into me, matching the pace he had set before. He gently bites on my clit and I fall over the edge, moaning his name.