Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"Yoongi." Head shoved within the pillows, Ming couldn't help but whimper out her husband's name. Able to feel that aching of her body that was underneath his own as the man continued grunting out those inappropriate nothings into her ear. Wanting to feel every inch of the woman who's fingers were so desperate as they stayed latched within his hair. Tugging on the black locks just like she always would. Having been able to get the woman to give in to him through a few whispers of dirty talk, followed by his kisses to her skin. Knowing exactly how to get the woman to cave. Cave just for him.

"God you feel so fucking good—"

"Y-Yoongi baby, we have to be quiet." He hated when she'd do that to him. Hated when she wouldn't allow herself to fully give in to the man. Even if he knew. Knew she didn't want their actions to be heard. Heard at all.

And at times, Yoongi wondered if she even wanted him. Wanted him to touch her. Wanted him to do the things he always would when in need. Need of relief. Need of wanting to be intimate with the only woman he genuinely knew he loved. Causing the man to instantly pull away from the girl. Feeling every inch of heat lingering within his body. Pairing with that frustration the man never knew how to control.

"Yoongi—" She watched as he took his body from off her own, all while those kisses against her neck came to a halt. Holding that expression amongst his gaze that'd have most women doing anything just to get the man to pay them attention as Ming's eyes went round almost instantly. Unable to realize what happened, even if she could feel that immediate worry surface her being.

"Y-Yoongi baby, what are you doing—"

"Why the fuck do you care? Huh—"

"Yoongi—"

"Y-You act like you barely even enjoy me touching you, Ming—"

"You know I do, Yoongi—"

"Then why the fuck do you always do that to me? Huh?!" He already had his boxers pulled back up. Looking down at the woman who's body stayed covered by the sheets she held up to her body as Ming's expression turned into one of complete confusion. Because she didn't get why he was so worked up. Didn't get why he was angry.

"You know YeJun's home, baby—"

"Bullshit." He already had the woman cut off. Making those chocolates of her eyes round up at him as she watched the man shake his head. Carrying enough stress and anxiety within his being to make one feel sick. Because the man was always overthinking. Having believed that the woman was slowly having her attention pulled by another man due to YeJun's teacher being so present on his mind. Making the man want to kill the woman so he'd never have to think of her. Think of her at all.

"Every fucking time I try to touch you when he's not here you make an excuse. And every fucking time I do touch you, you don't let me enjoy you at all—"

"Yoongi—"

"Just fucking tell me what it is Ming, huh?! A-am I not pleasing you, o-or do you not want me anymore—"

"Why would I not want you, baby?" He could see all that confusion in her eyes. Her eyes that looked up at him as though her heart was completely breaking as she got up from where she had been lying in bed. Having held onto the man's body as though it was the only thing she could relish upon. Because god was he good. Good at making her feel all that pleasure one could only crave for.