Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

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Body placed over his own, the man continued to move their lips. Able to feel the way she softly smiled underneath the deepening of their kisses that had started off as nothing more than a few quick pecks, in which the girl couldn't help but bring her arms around his neck. Allowing for her fingers to run themselves through his hair that was so used to the feeling of the strands being tugged on. Tugged on by her.

And Ming could feel that stiffness of his body underneath her own. Noticing the way he slightly shifted as the base of his slacks turned tight. Completely canvassing the one thing that couldn't help but press itself up against his wife's body. Having came home to the girl lying in bed waiting on him, all while the man himself took a seat on the edge. Earning nothing more than his wife's body behind his own as she ran her hands up his back and to his chest. Whispering out that soft how was your day, baby, only to lead the two in the position they're in now. Keeping their bodies placed on the edge of their bed, all while their lips continue to move against one another's in a deep manner.

"You look tired, baby. . ." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper. Coming out just loudly enough for him to hear, in which Ming herself did no more than nudge her nose against his own. Having allowed for their kisses to return all over again as Yoongi tried his hardest to ignore that aching feeling in his lower half. Unable to handle the amount of tension between both him and the girl who he knew would be the death of him the moment he met her. Because Ming was just as crazy as he himself.

And Ming could feel it. Feel that tightness of his grasp upon her body that had her skin turning white from just the way he grabbed each inch of her. Doing things he knew other men always craved to do to the girl, even if the roles were reversed. Because it was Ming who knew. Knew how many women would kill her just to take her place. Women like, Eunah. Having always noticed the way women would look at him. And the way they'd completely ignore her existence when around the man.

"Yoongi. . ." In a soft giggle, the girl let her hand fall upon his chest. Making the man's throat bob the second she did so, only to listen to that whispered giggle of his name. Having noticed just how tense he had become. And just how silently desperate his movements turned.

"You need to get some rest, baby—"

"Ming." His voice was so deep. Sounding ever so impatient as the girl looked at him with those eyes all too innocent.

"You know you can't leave me hanging like this, kitten—"

"Yoongi—"

"I won't be able to fall asleep." And just like that, the woman's laughter had never been more melodic as she looked at the man in complete amusement. Because god was he crazy. So, so crazy.

"And what is it you want me to do, Yoongi? Huh?" She knew just how to tease the man. Starting with those softness of her words to the way she lightly began to rock her hips against his own in the most gentle manner. All while Yoongi himself did no more than simply look at the girl. Look at her in such a way that would've had one sick to their stomach.

Yet the man didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than continue looking at the woman ever so heavily as that tension between the two of them, spoke for him. Having led the man to be the one running his hand underneath the shirt clad against his wife's body. The same shirt that was his. And the same shirt that had her thighs on full display as Ming smiled ever so playfully underneath the man's gesture. Able to feel the way his fingers tugged on her underwear as he did so.

"What are you doing, baby. . ." She let her fingers run through his hair. All while his own did no more than pull her panties down ever so slowly. Slowly enough to have Ming giggling at the man who's lips adorned a smirk all too heavy. Making him look more attractive than she'd ever deny. Pairing with that fatigue written all over his body.