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🌟🍋 Perfume (Yo x Fem!Reader)

*♡request for yselessnarcissist♡*

Today was the day you had planned to try that new perfume. It was supposed to be something special, something that would make heads turn. You had bought it on a whim, not really believing in the whole "pheromone" spiel, but the scent itself was intoxicating, a blend of sweet floral notes with a hint of mystery. It was the kind of fragrance that made you feel both powerful and alluring, like a secret you couldn't wait to share with the world.

The bottle was sleek and black, with the name "Seraphim's Embrace" etched in silver. You sprayed a small cloud into the air, watching the shimmering droplets dance in the light. As you stepped into it, you took a deep breath, letting the scent envelop you. You couldn't pinpoint the exact notes, but it was definitely something that made your heart skip a beat. It was the perfect finishing touch for your outfit, a little black dress that hugged your curves and made your eyes pop.

You met Yo at the fancy restaurant he'd picked out. He was dressed to the nines, looking as handsome as ever. The moment he saw you, his eyes widened, and his jaw tightened. He stepped closer, inhaling deeply as if he could drink in your scent. "Wow, you smell amazing," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You felt a thrill at his reaction, a warmth spreading through your body that had nothing to do with the perfume and everything to do with the way he was looking at you.

Dinner was a whirlwind of laughter and flirty glances. Yo couldn't keep his hands off of you, brushing your hair aside to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, his fingertips lingering on the sensitive skin of your neck. Each touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself leaning into him, craving more. The air around you was charged with electricity, and you had a feeling it was more than just the usual chemistry between the two of you.

As the night progressed, Yo's eyes darkened, and his voice took on a gruff edge that made your stomach flip. He'd trace the line of your jaw with his thumb, then pull back abruptly as if the touch was too much for him to handle. It was like he was fighting an internal battle, one that you were more than willing to help him win. The tension was palpable, a delicious ache that grew with every passing moment.

"Let's get out of here," he finally whispered, his hand sliding to the small of your back and guiding you towards the door. The cool evening air hit you like a shockwave, a stark contrast to the heat that had built up between you two inside. The city lights reflected in his eyes as he looked down at you, his need written across his face like an open book.

The ride home was a blur of desire and anticipation. Yo's hand remained firmly on your thigh, his thumb moving in slow, tantalizing circles that had you squirming in your seat. The scent of the perfume filled the car, and you could feel his eyes on you, burning a trail down your body, and you knew that once you were alone together, there would be no holding back.

When you finally stumbled through the door of your apartment, the dam broke. Yo's kisses were desperate, his hands fumbling at the zipper of your dress. You could feel his heart hammering against your chest as he pulled you closer, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I need you," he murmured against your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

You didn't bother with the lights, the moon's glow filtering through the windows was enough. His hands roamed over your body with a hunger that was almost feral, stripping away your clothes with a primal urgency. You didn't resist, your own desire matching his beat for beat. The room was a tapestry of shadows and moonlight, painting the perfect backdrop for the passion that was about to unfold.

He lifted you, carrying you to the bed as if you weighed nothing, laying you down gently. His eyes never left yours, his pupils blown wide with lust. "You're so beautiful," he groaned, his voice raw with emotion. You reached up to touch his face, your fingertips tracing the lines of his jaw, his cheekbones, his lips. You didn't need to say a word; the look in his eyes said it all.