What if you're about to meet the people you work for and they're also your Idols?
And one gives you the Soul Mark after you kiss?
Do you tell them? Or do you keep it to yourself and try to build a relationship first?
Y/n is about to find out, come a...
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"Dare, what else?" I wink at him and Taehyung winks back.
He looks at his friends, some longer than others.
"Sorry Jin, I'm not picking you, I believe you kissed her Wednesday" Taehyung starts but gets interrupted.
Jin looks outraged.
"What? Why tell the rest, now they will not pick me either," he pouts cutely and shoots glares at Taehyung, who scratches his neck, looking sheepish.
"Oops, I didn't think about that, sorry." He clears his throat, gives Jin one last apologetic look.
"Y/n, I dare you to kiss Yoongi" he finally asks.
My inner goddess, who is a snow leopard, is purring in delight, I can barely contain myself from making a silly little jump in my seat, but I can't be too eager.
I crawl over to him and straddle his lap. He stares at me with a dark and predatory look, eyes dark and half-lidded, his hands are laying on my thighs.
I trace my index finger all over his face, starting on his forehead, over the bridge of his cute nose, to his gorgeous lips, so seductive.
I lick my lips unconsciously when my finger travels over his lips. His eyes flick to my lips when my tongue peeks out. I nuzzle my nose in his neck, and he shudders, feeling my breath on his skin.
He smells divine and I take a big whiff to savor it. I skim my nose up his neck towards his ear, giving his earlobe a lick, and I whisper.
"You know, I would love for you to go down on me and show me that tongue technology you rap about. I think about it when I'm in bed, alone, touching myself, thinking of you."
I suck his earlobe and he shudders as he moans low in my ear.
"Wishing you're with me doing the deed yourself, fantasizing about it going a step further with you finally fucking me, sliding your cock into my warmth, my walls squeezing your rockhar-"
And just like with Jimin, I'm flying away to an island made of lust and pleasure. His tongue is dominant, rough, greedy, but still sweet. 'How does he do that?'
My hands stroke his neck, going up and down, and his hands are on my waist, rocking me into him.
If kisses were food and you needed them to sustain you, I would eat a feast right now.
My mind is dizzy, it's filled with everything Yoongi, his smell, his taste, the feel of him, the feeling of his hands on me, and just like with Jimin, I memorize everything about him, for later reuse.
I pull back, pulling air into my lungs, my forehead resting against his.
"You're a naughty little one, aren't you?" He gives me his signature smile and bucks his hips up, making me feel everything harder.
