Man in Black || myg

𝐗𝐗𝐈: 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Park Soomi

"Yoongi..." His name rolled off my tongue in a whimper, the warm sensation of his lips overwhelming my entire body and leaving my head spinning. His kisses started as gentle pecks along my collarbone but gradually became rougher as he reached my neck.

He intertwined his hands with mine, pinning them against the wall. He left me feeling intoxicated, drunk on his touch and scent.

But I craved more. I craved the taste of his lips.

With my eyes sealed shut, immersed in all the pleasure, I felt slightly lost and frustrated when Yoongi pulled away. But the sudden loss of contact was quickly replaced with his hot breath tickling my lips. I fluttered my eyes open to see Yoongi's face just centimeters away, his darkened eyes full of lust.

He barely grazed my bottom lip, purposely tempting me with his tantalizing touches. But I couldn't wait a second longer as I desperately pressed my lips onto his.

I quickly became addicted to his taste and the way his lips so perfectly melded into mine. I instinctively tried to run my fingers through his hair, forgetting about his tight grip on my hands.

All I could think about was how much I wanted to touch him, to play with his hair, to run my fingers down his chest...

He quickly caught on to what I wanted and loosened his grip. His arms snaked around my waist as my fingers freely swept through his hair.

Without breaking our kiss, he hastily guided me over to the bed before pushing me down onto the mattress. I looked at him with a desirous stare as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head.

He gave me no chance to admire his figure before climbing on top of me. Our lips hungrily connected as his hands roamed my body, perfectly caressing each curve. His skillful touches left me begging me for more as I eagerly ran my fingers down his toned chest.

"Mmmm, Soomi." His low, raspy whispers left vibrations in my ear.

One of his hands slipped under my top as the other fumbled to undo the buttons.

"Soomi?"

His voice sounded different this time, distant and drenched in reverb. But I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to ignore this and focus on the sensation of Yoongi's fingers, his lips, his tongue...

"Soomi!"

I squinted my eyes open, trying to adjust to the brightness in the room.

Wait...did I just dream—

"Oh, good, you're awake." I jumped slightly from hearing Yoongi's voice. "You're gonna be late for work."

I turned my head towards the door, instantly regretting this when our eyes met. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as I looked away.

I'm never gonna be able to look him in the eye the same way again...

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked. I flinched for a second time seeing him suddenly by my side.

"Y-yeah, why?"

"You're sweating a bit. Also, your face is flushed." He reached towards me, and I instinctively swatted his hand away.

"W-what are you doing?"

"I was just gonna check your temperature," he responded, clearly confused. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"