Yoongi climbs up your body until his lips reach yours. He kisses you so forcefully your head is pressed hard against the glass door. He grabs hold of your thigh, lifting your leg up so he can grab your ass and press himself between your legs. You are almost starved for air as his kiss grows more passionate. His other hand slides up over your breast over the fabric of your sweater and you wish you didn't have so many layers on.
"You are so beautiful Y/N, but I'm going to ruin your outfit tonight." He pulls back to look you over, biting his lip and almost snarling before he dives toward you to kiss your neck. Your body is suddenly aching for more; more touch, more kisses; the feel of his mouth sliding over your neck, his tongue tracing a line over your skin, raising goosebumps. Your hand slips under his jacket and slides down the front of his white shirt, feeling every curve of his form. Your fingers toy with the buttons trying to slip them open and you want to feel his skin, his bare skin.
"Yoongi," you purr, "find somewhere we can be alone," you whisper in a soft needy voice. He pulls back to look at you, pausing a split second to savor the moment, knowing you are now desperate for his touch. A smile creeps over his face and he fights to hold back a laugh, a deep throaty laugh, at winning you over so quickly.
He grabs your hand and pulls you back inside, back into the warmth of the livingroom. He drags you along past a series of rather inviting large couches and around the corner in the opposite direction of the dinner guests. You can hear them chatting and laughing but in this moment, you don't care who you are giving up the chance to meet and impress, you just want Yoongi.
He leads you down an empty hallway past several closed doors, as though he has a plan. He stops at one door in particular and you wonder what's different about this door. He turns the knob and opens the door, stepping in without even looking around him. He pulls you inside, shutting the door, and closing you into the space together. You look around quickly, keeping hold of his hand for security, unsure what you will find. The room seems to be a spare bedroom but the bed is piled high with coats; the coats of the guests. You recognize your own coat is on top of the pile, laid out neatly so the beautiful satin lining is showing. Although the bed is completely covered, he doesn't move the coats off, instead he spins you around to face him.
The look in his eye, as he steps closer to you, is almost predatory. You are close to the bed, your skirt still unzipped on both sides and you stand, almost shaking with anticipation. He tilts his head to the side, letting his dark hair fall to across his forehead and he smirks as he looks you over. He pauses just inches from you. He hesitates, as if he's enjoying making you wait. It feels a little like you're on an audition. Sometimes the casting agents would stare at you for ages after you finished your scene. You knew they were trying to decide your value to their project in those moments, but this feels different. This pause feels like he's teasing you, giving you the chance to build your desire before he gives you what you want. He wants you to make the next move.
As you watch his eyes roam over your body, he wets his lips and you realize exactly how you can end this waiting. You take one step back, moving even closer to the bed. You watch him intently as you lower your hands to your waist, and lift your sweater up, pulling it over your head and dropping it to the floor. His eyes widen as he looks at the curve of your breasts in your see through bra, the outline of your nipples against the fabric lures him closer to you. You want to stay in control, and keep him moving toward you so you slowly lower down, to sit carefully on the edge of the bed, on top of the pile of coats. He watches you with a fire growing in his eyes, and you reach your hand up to him, holding it out as an offering.
"Yoongi, come to me," you say very softly in a honeyed, needy voice. You know this voice drives men crazy, and you realize that sitting on a bed, half dressed, will make all the blood rush from his head. His eyes almost roll back and he steps up in front of you, and takes hold of your hand. You look up into his eyes and the connection between you feels so intense, like a lightning bolt striking you. As the rush of sensation spreads across your body, you squeeze your thighs together, feeling how wet they are now. You lay back across the coats, pulling him closer before releasing his hand to stretch your arms above your head. You stare up at him, eyes hooded with desire, trying yo encourage him to reach down and touch the bare skin of your stomach, hoping he will follow his hands over your skin with his tongue.
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Just A Taste (MYG x reader/OFC 18+ collection, on going)
FanfictionA new collection of ongoing Yoongi smuts and one shots themed with dinner dates/dinner parties. #1 in SUGAsmut Story one: Just a Taste You are summoned to a meeting with an unknown client to discuss your smut writing, but you weren't expecting the c...
