Just A Taste (MYG x reader/OFC 18+ collection, on going)

Three Days (pt. 8, 18+) One Final Night

The taxi ride back to his apartment was difficult because all he could think about was kissing her.  Unfortunately, he had to keep his mask on when the driver casually mentioned that a lot of idols live in that area. He didn't want to be recognized, not because he thought the man would judge him, but because if she was linked to him, her life could suffer, and he'd be long gone. She'd be left alone to deal with the negative comments or the photographers following her around. People she didn't even know would suddenly show up at places just because she would be there. He didn't want her to feel the negative effects of his world, particularly when he couldn't do anything to stop it.

So he sat beside her, staring down at her leg, and wishing he could run his hand along her thigh. He felt the warmth of her body but couldn't press against her. He could picture her soft lips, but he couldn't reach over to kiss her. He sat still, waiting for his chance to be alone with her, one last time. He frowns thinking about it being 'one last time.' She smiles over at him softly, and her eyes tell him that she understands all that he's feeling.

He paid the driver in cash, with enough of a tip to hopefully keep him quiet, but not so much that he'd have to brag to his friends. He helps her out of the backseat, allowing his hand to slide down to the curve of her back as he guides her toward his apartment. They stand silent on the elevator, both thinking of their last few hours together, and although he wants to tear every piece of clothing from her body, part of him, feels differently about their connection now. It feels like there is more to their story.  The more she shared with him, the more he enjoyed her and the more he wanted to know.

He unlocks his front door, slipping out of his shoes and he turns back to watch as she slips out of her boots. She looks up at him, from her position bent over, removing her shoe, and as the door closes behind them, she smiles as though she knows what comes next. The smirk appears on his face, and a moment flashes between them, as she stands her her full height, opposite him, inside his apartment. They are alone.

"Do you want a tour?" he asks, hoping she will say 'no.' She chuckles as she takes a step toward him, slowly moving closer.

"I only want to see your bedroom, as quickly as possible," she answers, and  he lunges towards her, their lips connecting, as his arms wrap around her and he kisses her so forcefully she almost bends backwards.

He lifts her body from the ground, holding her around the waist tightly. Her feet sway back and forth as he carries her down his long hallway, never parting from their kiss. His hands squeeze her closer as hers reach up to slide through his hair. She pulls back from the kiss just long enough to whisper.

"Can't you walk any faster?" He bursts out laughing and he picks up the pace, and he backs against his bedroom door, forcing it open. They nearly stumble into the room and he drops her down on his large bed. Her body bounces on the mattress from the force and he stands at the foot of his bed, pausing as he looks down at her, admiring her.

She watches his eyes travel slowly over every inch of her body, a wry smile beginning at the very corner of his mouth. The look on his face, the approval, and the hunger, warms her with her desire. She lies back on the bed, waiting for him, as he continues to stare down at her. When she's tired of waiting, she begins to fumble with the button on her jean shorts. He shakes his head.

"Let me," he says, his voice so soft and deep it send a tingle through her body.

He kneels down at her legs, dangling off the end of the bed. She gasps as she stares down at him. His fingertips slip the button of her jeans open, and lower the zipper slowly, too slowly. He knows she wants him to be fast, and they're both aware of the clock ticking away their moments together, but he doesn't want to rush. Now that he has her alone, he wants to relish in every moment with her.