What never should've happened.

We can stop

Yoongi's POV

There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to convey to you but his words failed him.

He had been expressing how he felt through words since he was thirteen, it was what he did best and yet…he couldn't express what you meant and what he felt for you. You affected him so that the only thing he had ever been sure of ceased to work.

He pulled you closer until you were sitting on his lap, your arms going around his neck and his around your waist.

The kiss you were sharing was not meant to ignite a fire, it was tender, it was loving. It was an emotional kiss, fusing you both together.

Yoongi couldn't stop his tears from falling and the need to not let you go grew stronger with every breath he took. You were shaking in his arms and burrowing into him, your dress riding up your thighs.

It was you who changed the tone of the kiss by pushing your tongue into his mouth, Yoongi didn't fight it. He loved the way you tasted and how he felt little explosions in his belly when it happened. You took the lead and Yoongi let you.

He would let you take over any physical touch, whenever you wanted, because it was what you needed. You were in charge, it was your body and he was just blessed that you wanted to share it with him.

Without breaking the kiss you turned and maneuvered until you managed to straddle Yoongi, who still had his hands on your waist and was slowly moving them to your hips.

Yoongi loved your hips. They were the perfect fit for his hands. He loved that they were not sharp and hard, but that they were soft and curvy, they were motion and tenderness.

Your hands left his neck and went to grab his and moved them to the top of your knees, urging him to move them up. You were asking and allowing him to caress your thighs, the one thing he had been wanting to do since he saw you shed your clothes the previous night and then he fantasized about all day since getting your picture.

The way his breath was becoming shallower had him pulling back from the kiss but you didn't stop, you leaned forward and went to kiss his neck and thread your hands through his hair.

Yoongi wasted no time and spread his hands on both your thighs, savoring the silky smoothness of your skin under his fingers and palms. He caressed every inch he could reach as he felt you shiver and goosebumps erupt on your skin which prompted him to squeeze your soft flesh, eliciting a moan from you.

“Y/N…” he whispered as you continued to nibble on his ear. Yoongi couldn't take it anymore and he pushed you back a bit, you were already panting but understood what he was saying and merely put your arms up.

Yoongi grabbed your bunched up dress and pulled it off of you with one tug, he didn't even stop to admire your very pretty underwear, he held you close and stood up, grabbing you by the underside of your thighs and you put your legs around his waist. He was sure you could feel him through his sweats.

There were no words exchanged, you were both trying to breathe without stopping the kiss. Yoongi carried you to your bedroom and, ever so gently, laid you down on your bed. He pulled off his own shirt and went back to kissing you, everywhere he could.

Your eyes, your nose, the apple of your cheeks and down your neck, giving little bites to your skin as his hands traveled all over your body, heating you up.

Suddenly, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him senseless. He was about ready to lose his mind, but it was your call and he could feel you hesitating.

“Y/N, baby,” he said, “we can stop right now. I think we should.” You looked at him with questioning eyes.

“You want to stop?” Your voice was low and timid. Almost innocent, clashing with the current scene.