Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"Just have him run me the shit by tomorrow then." Yoongi kept his head held down as he sat there on the edge of their bed. Attired in an all black suit with a black dress shirt to match as he listened to the way his wife's heels met with the floor of their bedroom. Having that silk of her black dress, frame her body as the woman walked out of the bathroom and into their room. Finishing putting on her jewelry as she did so, only to stalk over to the one man who's eyes peered up at the woman the second she did so. All while his hand let itself slide against her thigh and up to her waist. Unable to deny just how attractive the woman looked as she let her fingers run though those thickness of his black locks.

"I'll call you later to see how it's going then. And tell Jungkook I need to see him too." Yoongi could feel the way the woman plucked his phone from out of his grasp. Immediately tossing the thing onto the bed, only to watch the man look up at her the second she did so. Having felt as though he was staring at that exact same girl he met one day upon attending school. And the same girl who was just as ruthless as him.

"When are you never not on the phone, baby? Huh?" She couldn't help but take hold of the man's chin. All while feeling the way his grasp tightened itself upon her body as the man got to his feet. Completely towering over the one woman who met his eyes ever so heavily. Able to feel all that want for the man she had been completely depriving herself of.

"You know I have to make sure things are running smoothly, kitten." Yoongi tilted his head. Peering down at the girl in such a way that had her grasp immediately filling itself with his tie. Having always adjusted the thing for the man himself as Yoongi searched each inch of both the woman's face and body. Her body he'd have writhing underneath his own ever so desperately at times.

"You know, Yoongi. . . I kind of miss when your hair was blonde—"

"Are you saying I don't look good—"

"No—"

"Then what are you saying, baby? Huh?" Yoongi caught her lips. Her lips that were attired in that same red lipstick that'd have him wanting to do oh so many things to the woman herself as Yoongi felt the way she smiled. Causing him to instantly take hold of her ass, in which their kisses further deepened. Creating tension one could barely breathe within as Ming's head fell to the side at the feeling of his lips coming against her neck. Kissing at the skin as though she'd disappear if he stopped.

"Yoongi." God did he love how she'd say his name. Say it so softly. Holding a tone innocent enough to make his blood run immediately hot as his fingers  bunched up the woman's dress. Completely uncaring about whether or not they needed to go as his fingers continued to inch their way towards the hem of her panties. Making the woman do no more than smile out a laugh as Yoongi let his hand come against her ass.

"You look so good tonight, baby—"

"Oh really?"

"Really." Yoongi already had his fingers wrapped around the black material itself. Just craving to feel the woman's skin against his touch as Ming took hold of his wrist. Voicing out that stern no touching, baby, in which his gaze went completely heavy. Because the woman was changing right before his eyes. Knowing that he wanted that old version of herself. And the girl was afraid. Afraid she'd lose him if she didn't go back to being so careless.

"You know how long it's been since I've touched you, Ming—"

"Yoongi—"

"You can't tell me you don't miss the way I fuck you—"