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Yoongi doesn’t want you to go. It’s pouring outside, and he likes you where you are right now - happily ensconced in his arms while the sheets are in a hopeless lump to the side. The smile on his face doesn’t die as he replays the events of the last hour over and over again in his head (the kissing, and sucking, and i-love-yous, and the fucking).
Wow, the fucking.
You’re quietly drawing little patterns on his chest that tickle just the smallest bit. And Yoongi can tell you’re also in a contemplative mood.
“You sure you can’t stay?” he asks, desperately wishing that you didn’t live with your parents.
“Positive,” you respond. You look up at him, at his handsome face smeared with just the smallest tint of your lipstick around his mouth and neck.
You swallow at the image and quickly bury your face into his chest.
“I don’t wanna go though,” you confess on his skin. Your center felt a little sore, and you’re pretty sure you’re in that post-sex, emotionally vulnerable zone you’ve read so much about. All in all, the whole thing went so much like textbook that you’re almost tempted to go for a redo on losing your virginity.
Where was your quintessentially “negative” experience to blog about?
“How late can you stay? Yoongi asks. He plans on keeping you around for as long as he can hold on to you.
"Maybe another hour? I have to catch my bus.”
Yoongi sighs. One more hour. He wonders if it would be too presumptive to hope that you might want to try for another round.
“Yoongi…” you say, voice faltering to a whisper when he stares at you with sharp focus. You lose track of what you’re about to say because he’s too attractive for your own good, and before you know it, he’s kissing you too.
Yoongi takes the opportunity to press you into the mattress and cover your body with his. And from the soft moan of “god, yoongi” and the way you tangle your fingers through his hair to pull him in deeper, he supposes you might be down to at least try for number two.