He smirks. "My girl needs me, doesn't she?" He brushes a stray lock of hair off of my eyes.

"Yeah, she does. Kiss my neck now." I pull at the collar of his coat. 

"Patience, babe, slow down. All in good time." He says, tongue pressed firmly against the side of his cheek. He seems to be contemplating something...

I make another pouty face. 

...and there he is. Within femtoseconds he leans in, hands tightly holding my waist, smashing his lips onto my jawline. His kisses are pretty rapid but tender at the same time, replete with slobber, and it's not until when I feel a string of saliva trickling down my chin do I realize how wet a situation I have gotten myself into. Both down there, and on my face.

His hands move up a little, and slide underneath my dress shirt, engulfing my naked, cold torso in their wake. 

And it's definitely more than I can bear. There's a weak feeling in my knees, and it seems as if they would give way any moment, succumbing to the desire building up inside of me.

"More, Yoonie!" I cry out, wanting him to go where he had initially proposed to go. "Touch me right there, baby...on my n-"

His lips unlatch themselves from my jaw and smash instead onto my lips. A hot kiss follows. "You can't tell me what to do. Beg for it." His cat eyes stare right into my soul. 

The fuck?

"I said beg for it!" He grabs hold of my breasts and squeezes them harshly. 

This dominant side of his, this rough behavior...why can't he fucking take my virginity too?

"Please bite my neck, Yoongi! Please!" I scream. 

He growls. "Just like that, Y/N."

And he proceeds to reward me with the prize. With the treat he has been enticing me for.

Biting at the skin of my neck as softly as he possibly can, his pearly white set of teeth gnashing themselves against the folds of my skin, he moans as well. And the vibrations set me off to another level of pleasure. 

A few minutes later, he is still doing his. 

Kissing, sucking and biting at my neck. And funnily enough I don't want him to do anything else but me.

The dirtiness of the activities I have indulged in, because of his beautiful body luring me into the entrapment of sin, does make me pause and think. From hiding secrets from a close person to losing yourself in this endless quagmire of lust...I am required to choose my pick. And here I am,  having decided to give my everything to him, my Yoongi. 

But what about virginity?!

It's a totally different avenue of thought, so I'd think about it later. 

It does hurt. His teeth biting like pincers on the sensitive skin of my neck, even though he is at his gentle best. After a while he pulls away, wrapping his arms around me tighter, and focusing on the imprints he has made on my neck. A triumphant smile crosses his face.

"I have marked you mine." He asserts, his already pale face now glowing with glee.

I run my hand on the prints. "Gonna take a lot of effort to hide it, would this?"

"No need to get paranoid over it, goes away in a week or two."

"A week or two? You're telling me this shit takes a fucking week or two to disappear?"

He chuckles. "That is for if you wait for it to go on its own. If you care for it or something then maybe it'd take a lesser amount of time."

And that's followed by a shrug.

"Fuck it, I'd just wear a scarf all the time. As it is, it's the winters, and we need...okay, not really need, but you know, nobody would come whooping my ass if I wear a scarf in temperatures so frigid we get chilled to the bone." I too shrug.

He chuckles, again. The cutest, most musical sound on Earth. 

"You know, for a girl you do swear a lot."

"What's wrong with swearing? It's just a way of expression...like I'm feeling myself or something."

This makes him chuckle harder. 

"You know what? The hickeys on your skin look so good...pink and purple stains in a sea of white..." His lips curve into a knowing smirk. 

My hands again feel the marks he has made. It does hurt. A bit, that is. I mean, it's tolerable, to an extent. But it hurts.

"Want me to drop you home?" The long digits of his hand start rubbing circles on the back of my hand, as his eyes gleam in the shop lighting.

"I can go by myself, you know. I am already too late, and if I turn up with a guy it will certainly set my brother off."