*MATURE CONTENT*

"More..." her moans were echoing around, aside from flesh slapping hard against supple, moist flesh, her neighbors probably hearing loud and clear of sinful grunts and harsh intake of breaths.

I thrusted even harder, faster. She felt so good around me, her velvet walls engulfing me whole. But I'm famished, still. Something amiss... Too selfish...

I couldn't stop myself as soon as I entered her house, pinning her against the wall, taking her to the familiar kitchen counter and sitting her on top of it. I pulled my pants and boxers to expose my length, tugged her panties to the side and just plunged into her at once, not even bothering to take our clothes off.

Sex with Dana was always quick and rough with tons of dirty talks, just the way she liked it. Maybe she was afraid to get attached too, so there was never a love making with her, which is also beneficial for my part. Just hard, raw, fast sex.

She licked my ear, causing me to groan and grit my teeth. Her leg was hitched up to my waist for support. I was gripping her thighs a bit too harshly, feeling my nails dug into her flesh.

I picked up the pace to help her reach her high, mewling her name again and again, yet it wasn't her name I keep repeating inside my mind, not her image that's envisioned behind shut eyelids.

I felt myself crumbling from the earthly pleasure that'll soon milk me dry, but regret lingered on the sideline.

"Fuck! Oh you goddamn motherfu---" her voice hitching as I felt the gush of her hot fluids around my tip down to the length inside of her, her body spasming. As soon as she came, she slid off of me, "No no, not yet honey. Cum into my mouth, fuck my mouth."

She knelt and took my dick in her mouth, sucking and milking me. I needed to lean over the counter to support myself as my knees started to tremble. I shot a loadful into her throat, making her swallow it all and clean me up.

"Damn, girl," gasping for air, I covered my exposed sex, then dropped down onto the floor, panting and exhausted.

She laughed at me while wiping her lips with a tissue before laying beside me. I rolled onto my back to make room for her, having her head on my shoulder. "That's what you came here for, honey..."

I did not know why I did it, but what happened next shocked the both of us. I traced her lips with my forefinger before kissing her softly. She eyed me curiously, before pushing me away lightly.

"Don't do this to me, Yoongi. Please."

"I- I'm sorry." I swallowed hard, not knowing what else to say. We sat up simultaneously, Dana curling into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest. I heard her sniff.

"I wish I could let you do this to me, but I'm getting tired. I know we agreed that it's just fucking, but please, stop hurting me."

I placed my arm around her, but she rejected my comforting.

"If only I'm strong enough to endure it, I would let you hurt me over and over again. But there's only so much I can take. I love you, and I understand why you can't love me back. But I'm wiling to accept it. So please, stop showing that you care because I'll fall deeper in love," Dana sobbed, her tears falling, smearing her make up.

"Please, don't cry. I'm sorry. I just thought, that somehow, I can care for you, even a little..."

"Yoongi, you can't. I've been suffering long enough."

"I'm so sorry. Believe me, I do care for you. And I'm not using you." I hugged her, stroking her back. She weeped, all pent up emotions rising to the surface.

She turned away, "But your heart and mind isn't here. It still beats for Emily, I know. I've accepted it. I know what I got myself into. It's just that I don't want you to care. It's always easier that way, it's easier to let you go."

I felt awful hearing her confess like this. Maybe if I wasn't so broken, maybe if the situation was different, I would have finally found happiness with Dana. She's really sweet and nice, and she doesn't deserve me.

"I'm sorry," I didn't want to let her go. I just want to comfort her, even though I know I can never make her happy.

She pulled away, staring into my eyes, "I love you. That will never change. But I think it's best if we go on with our own lives, before I even have the guts to really kill you."

She giggled, and wiped her tears with my jacket. She knew how much I loved the jacket I was wearing. She's recovered, for now.

"I guess it's time for you to leave, Yoongi."

"Okay. Uhm Dana-"

"Hush, honey. I'll be okay. Uhm, thank you. You were worth it." She kissed me tenderly, before pushing me and getting onto her feet. I got up, gave her one last look and walked to the door.

I was about to open it, when I felt her wrap her arms around me and burried her face onto my back. She let out a shaky breath, "I'll never forget you."

I turned around and hugged her tightly. "I wish I could turn back time and not cause you any pain. You have a place in my heart, Dana. Please don't forget that."

"As I said, you were worth it. Goodbye Yoongi."

I stepped out as she softly shut the door, heard her slump against it as she cried silently for a love that she can't have.