I manage to stutter in the midst of being overwhelmed by his touch and the dirtiness of it all. "Suga, I h-have got t-to go home!"

His voice rings through my ears in a floating whisper. "But I want to kiss you and kiss you all day long...kiss you so hard, until your lips fall off."

That is my breaking point.

For sure.

Definitely.

My muscles loosen up a little as I again submit to his actions. He resumes the dirty things he has been doing, his large hands kneading my breasts with their strong grip. And I, quite explicably, moan, much to his glee.

I need to weather this storm. I need to resist this feeling that is holding me back here, this damned feeling of animalistic pleasure that I am seeking.

But this is what I want, don't I? This proximity is what I have daydreamed about to a large extent. Th wicked fantasies that my brain has been cooking up for me.

But I have got to go home!!! Taehyung will beat the shit out of me.

This internal conflict, it's frustrating.

"Yoongi!" I try again. He leaves the pursuit of my body this time. Without a word, his hands drop to the sides of both of his legs. I look at him nervously. Did I just make him angry? Or upset?

He breathes out heavily. His breath comes out more hitched than he intended it to come out as.

"Bye, Y/N..." He says, in the lowest and the sexiest pitch he can manage.

"Bye, Suga." I bite my lower lip instinctively, his voice having weaved its alluring magic, making me feel a warmth that is not so familiar, in between my legs. I squeeze my thighs shut together while earnestly praying to God that he doesn't notice how turned on I am right now.

Me biting my lower lip makes his gaze lowers down to my lips, naturally. He closes his eyes for a bit and his beautifully formed rose-tinted lips part slightly. Thank God he didn't notice. Or, did he?

"I love it when you call me Suga." He opens his eyes, lips still parted, gaze again lowering down to my lips. I smile in response, basking in his appreciation of my ingenuity.

"You know what..." He inches closer. "I really want to do something to you." A smirk creeps up onto his lips. I feel my core throb again. The power of his words. Words, mere words, making me this uncontrollably wet.

He brings his hand close to my face. He grabs my jaw with his one hand and yanks my face closer to him. He lets his free hand roam along my facial features, tracing my lips with his long and slender fingers. I squeeze my eyes shut, readying myself for the entirely new feeling that is about to overwhelm my senses. The feeling of his lips on mine. My first wet kiss.

He lowers his lips to meet mine. Our lips lock instantly. He cups my face between his large hands and deepens the kiss. I, having had no prior experience in the wet kissing department, simply try to imitate his movements, reciprocating the kiss. This results in the kiss getting more heated, and Yoongi slides his tongue in. I gulp as I wrap my lips around his long tongue, sucking onto the muscular organ. After a while Yoongi lets out a moan as he pulls away, caressing the strands of my hair in the most gentle way possible.

He looks at me lovingly for a long moment, hands up on my waist. I look back into his eyes, returning the same expression as much as possible. "I have been wanting to do this with you since forever... this was just wonderful!" He whispers, licking his lips. I let out a low-pitched giggle.

"Not gonna lie, it was."

I turn to leave. It's too late already, and Taehyung must be worrying his ass out. Yoongi opens the exit door for me, and I smile at him, notwithstanding the sudden burst of cold air that shakes me out of the pleasant state I am in as soon as I step out.

5.37 PM

"Where were you?" Taehyung opens the door in a flash of lightning. I back off startled. The look on his face spells he is not in the mood for chit chat. He doesn't even look like he will ask me how my school was, or how much I scored in a certain class test. Nor does it seem like he will give me today's lunch. I have legitimately pissed him off.

"I was...at an extra class." I blurt out a lie.

"Unbelievable." He leans against the doorframe, not letting me in. "You're not into any extra curricular activities, or after school clubs." He eyes me suspiciously.

"I'll explain everything at length once you let me in." I make a pouty face, begging for him to let me in. He, quite reluctantly, steps away from the doorframe. I walk in. He locks the door shut.

"I smell a very male scent." He sniffs into the air surrounding me. He leans closer to my face. "Cologne, a very good one at that." He raises his eyebrows. "Were you out there wilding with some guy?"

"First up, don't get too sniffy. You're making me uncomfortable." I step backwards a little. He straightens up, mumbling a "sure". I look back into his accusing eyes and start. "I hope you won't say you can smell male saliva on my lips..."