#yifan

Your fists are clenched, nails dug so hard into the bedsheets that you would not be surprised if you tear holes in them. Your partner hovers over you, holding you still with one hand, while the other fucks you perfectly. Two long, slender fingers are more than enough, when they are the size of his, any more and it just hurts, but he knows that, and he never pushes you past your limit.

You bury your face in his neck, gently biting at the flesh while he finger-fucks you, soundless moans escape you, cries of his name as he works you perfectly, as he always does. You struggle to think straight, mind cloudy as you try to keep it together, begging him to allow your release.

“You take my fingers so well, don’t you?” Yifan teases, moving back so that he can admire you.

You let go of the sheets and move your hands to grip at his broad shoulders instead, throwing your head back into the pillows as you work up the energy to speak.

“S-sir, please,” You whine, “Please, please let me cum.”

Yifan leans in to kiss you, nipping at your bottom lip to force his way in with his tongue. You feel yourself clenching to his fingers, and you know that even if he does not want you to, you are not going to be able to stop yourself.

He knows this too, nodding into the kiss to tell you to let yourself go. With a final cry of his name, your body shakes as he works you through your high. You are a mess for him, because of him, euphoric, so in love.

As your peak descends, you loosen your grip on Yifan’s shoulders and take your hands to cup his cheeks. You kiss him softly as you catch your breath, chest heaving, whining loudly as he pulls his fingers out of you.

“I love you,” You murmur, “I love you so much.”

He grins at you, the beautiful gummy grin that had you head over heels from the moment that you met him, and you smile back, forever grateful to be with him.

“I love you too,” He replies, “Always you.”

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