"Cris, do you love me?" The man I love asks me in a very dark tone in his voice. His eyes still locked with mine, keeping me hostage in his glare. Even his moving hands between his crotch aren't distracting me to lose eye contact.

"I do! I love you Yoongi." I confess with confidence.

A mischievous grin decorates his face when Yoongi tilts his head to the side and bites on his lower lip. "Come, closer babe." The man I love demands me with a raspy tone. I step slowly further to reach him. My stomach is flipping upside down as it goes crazy for this man. I don't know what to expect. Our eyes never lose connection and when I stand right in front of him, he looks down at the growing bulge in his pants and locks again his eyes with mine.

"Kneel down!" Yoongi's tone got deeper than before I've never heard that kind of sound on him. It sounds dangerous but very seductive to me. I do as he says, again without disconnecting our gaze. He's manipulative and knows how to lead me, I'm his mannikin, a doll.

"Open my belt." My hands reach for his belt and I open it gently, I feel the warmth of his body through his clothes.

"Take my pants down." Yoongis eyes darkened after this sentence, I reach for the knob of his pants and a little whimper escapes his mouth when my fingers accidentally brush against his sensitive, still clothed, tip. I toss his pants down somewhere beside me and although we don't lose eye contact, I'm able to see his very present member.

You can't unsee this huge swell in that underwear.

I sense where this is taking me, he wants me to do something I'm not ready for, I won't ever be prepared for what is gonna happen now but he cases a spell on me that I can't escape from.

"Give me a head-job, Cris. Give it to me as if your life depends on it." Yoongis thumb touches my lips from the upper to my lower and sticks his thumb in my warm and wet mouth, circling my tongue as if it's a kiss. I play along and start to suck on his thumb, even if I'm not sure if I'm doing it right. Yoongi were my first in almost everything and giving blow jobs was also taught by this man. I don't like it.

The man's eyes follow my every move when I start to pull his underwear down, I'm welcomed by his erected member. Yoongi's inpatients grow and push my head down to his cock, wanting nothing more than for me to take him in my mouth. I lick his sensitive tip and taste his salty precum, rolling my tongue around to clean every drop that's leaking out of him. Before I take him in my mouth I gaze again at him, making sure he enjoys it but his stare doesn't change, and that's when I get nervous.

I'm scared that I'm not good enough to satisfy him with my mouth.

Starting slowly, I bop my head up and down, taking as much as I can until his tip touches my throat and a gagging sound appears. My hands grabbing his shaft and I move them rhythmically with my head while my tongue swirls around his member up and down. With every suck, I try to take him deeper and overcome the gag effect which makes me want to throw up but I'm concentrating hard not to.

"Take your hands away babe, just do it with your mouth." My boyfriend brushes through my hair and pulls it together into a ponytail. He pushes me deeper I squeeze my eyes shut when tears start to drop down my cheeks, Yoongi is too deep inside my throat, breathing is not an option and I pray to myself not to throw up until this is over and my boyfriend is done.

My mouth feels sore and I want to take air, I open my eyes and plead Yoongi with my gaze to let me breathe. He bites his lips and smirks devilishly when he pulls out of my throat in one go, to let me inhale and exhale. His member is covered with my salvia and the man I love twitches hurriedly with his dick, demanding me to hurry up and take him again. And I do.

I know I have to go through this now, his climax is near as I feel him growing bigger in my throat. My boyfriend loves to hear the gag sounds whenever he pulls almost completely out of my mouth and with a fast hard thrust he pushes himself again in. Yoongi repeats this a few times. I hold for dear life onto his thighs and encourage myself to hold on a little bit longer.

He takes my nose and closes it tight with his fingers when he breathlessly mumbles " Look at me, swallow every drop!!!" A few sloppy thrusts and I feel the warm liquid flowing down my throat, the man I love pulls out a bit, only his tip rests on top of my tongue giving me the chance to taste his salty bitter cum.

"Lick it all clean." Yoongi's head falls behind taking deep breaths and riding out his orgasm while I try to swallow his semen in my mouth before licking his member and balls clean. I wipe my tears away and dry my mouth with the back of my hands. My underwear is damp, I want him and I need him inside my core. Thinking straight is not available at the moment, I'm craving pleasure and release.

I take off my underwear and straddle my boyfriend, who's glaring at me in surprise, but it doesn't matter. His cock is still stone hard and I ease it into my heated core. My hips start to move in a circular motion and I moan without care if someone could hear me.
I feel my boyfriend's hands grabbing my ass cheeks to intensify my moves, he pulls me stronger against him, creating an incredibly satisfying feeling inside my stomach as I sense the knot building up.

I'm eager to reach my climax, changing my moves from sliding to hopping onto his cock, burying as much as I can deep inside my love hole. My head feels dizzy, I want to kiss the man I love and cup his face in my palms, but he backs off, hindering my lips from touching his.

"Don't. I don't want to taste my sperm!" Yoongi says when he trusts upwards into me and I come undone. That's why I don't like giving blow jobs. He doesn't want to kiss me after. I ride my intensive high out and my boyfriend climaxes right after. Both of us panting heavy and laying on the couch beside each other drained in sweat and the smell of sex.

When I gathered enough strength I make my way to the bathroom, preparing a toothbrush, and start cleaning my mouth and teeth while moisturizing a towel to hand it to Yoongi to clean himself. I watch my reflection in the mirror and scold myself for being weak again. I could beat the shit out of me that my heart won this fight again. Love beats brain.

I sit next to my boyfriend who's cleaning his member and thighs. I don't want to lose control over my emotions and blend everything out again, this relationship can't work the way it is.
My eyes take Yoongi's gaze hostage when his glare wanders in my direction. Swallowing the amount of saliva in my mouth that has been stuck on top of my throat, I'm scared to ask the question that could end everything, the subject that's tormenting me for a while now.

"Yoongi are you cheating on me?"

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