Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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"Would you still be with me if I didn't have money, baby—"

"Yoongi!"

"I'm serious, Ming." He watched as the girl laughed. Laughed a laugh all too beautiful as she let her hands move against his face the second she met his eyes. All while Yoongi himself watched the way her body came up and over his lap. Earning those heaviness of his hands against her hips in the most gentle manner as she did so.

"Why are you asking me that, Yoongi?" In a head tilt, the girl couldn't help but laugh ever so softly. Having ran the softness of her thumb along his cheek, only to earn a sigh from the man. The same man who would always question himself. Question as to why the girl hadn't left him yet.

"You know I've never cared about the money, baby. I love you." She did. She loved the man for solely himself and not the lifestyle they lived. Because the man was so much more than a dollar sign to the girl. Having became someone in her life she knew she could never live without. They had made so many memories together.

And Yoongi himself knew. Knew the girl was never one to care about their finances, even if Yoongi always tried to make sure the girl knew she could have whatever she wanted. Using that money as a way to aid his guilt. Guilt for what he constantly puts her through.

"But it is nice to get gifts from you. . ." He couldn't help but smile from her giggled words. Holding a tone all too playful to her voice as Ming caught his lips. His lips that immediately moved against her own in a hungered manner as Yoongi allowed for his hands to push the girl up against him. Allowing for his fingers to slide themselves to the back of the silk night gown she attired, only to let the base of his palm rest against her ass. Unable to deny that endless want he held for the woman. The same woman who he knew would give up everything for him.

"And what if I lost all my money, baby?"

"Then I'd leave." He was quick to laugh all over again. Swearing to god that the woman was someone he could never replace no matter how hard he were to try as Ming's smile met with his eyes. Looking just as beautiful as she always had been.

"You know I'd be with you no matter what, baby."

"Oh really?"

"Really." She already had their lips connected again. Feeding into all her own want for the man as Yoongi made sure she felt the size of him underneath her, and all with his body clad in nothing more than a pair of sweats as Ming sighed underneath the gesture of her hips getting pushed against his own. All while the woman threaded her fingers through his hair. His hair that she had tugged on more times than she'd ever be able to remember.

And he watched. Watched as her eyes narrowed down at him in the most desperate yet innocent manner as the girl ran her hands along the waistline of his sweats. Earning that stare upon her body that she knew so well, in which she couldn't help but pull the base of them down just enough to make the man groan the second she could do so much as move herself up and into him. Because she wanted the man. Wanted him in those ways that were solely meant for her.

So, Yoongi let her. Let her give into her own wants and needs as the girl moved down just enough to have her lips meet with his own. Able to feel the way the man moved her hips in such a way that had her whimpering the most quiet call of his name against his skin, only to have her love let out a breath. Because god did she know him. Know just what he liked to hear her say and the way he'd love to hear her say it, as Yoongi ignored that ringing of his phone that filled their ears despite it being so late into the night. Late enough to allow the two to have that alone time that was so necessary for the both of them. Needing to be able to use the act of sinful intimacy to showcase all that love that was still so strong. Too strong.