His fingers popped the button of your pants, and you felt a rush of excitement flood from your center to reach the far corners of your body and psyche. Good God, you wanted him to keep going... to keep good on his promise to finger fuck you right here in front of everyone. But the haze had hit, and you weren't sure if your wants were to be trusted. Moments ago, you had wanted to be gangbanged on the street. And even though it was a glorious thought, one you had no shame in holding, one you might stash away to masturbate to in the future - it was a dangerous thought. You didn't know them. You didn't know if they were safe. Didn't know if you had the wits to figure out if they were.
This was the part of the haze that terrified you. This is why marking was reserved for mated wolves and not single human women.
"Yoongi," you called to him in a breathy whisper, just as he reached the zipper of your pants. You could feel the slight tension of his fingers on the pull, even though he held it still, but it felt as intense as if he was really touching you - your everything was just sensitive like that.
"Yes?" he inquired.
"I just..." You hadn't realized it until now, but you had reached up and gripped a fist of his shirt. "... Don't let me do anything stupid."
His fingers left your zipper and came to rest soothingly on your thigh again. He looked hard into your eyes, looking past the shine and the lust to search for what it was that you were really saying.
"You still trust me, Y/N?"
You bit your lip and nodded rapidly. "Yes, but it's not you I'm afraid of."
He gave a reassuring nod, understanding you completely, then spoke softly, "I got you. I'm not going to let anyone else touch you. I promise - I'll lock you in my apartment or tie you to myself for three days if I have to."
A single laugh escaped you. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
He winked. "You wanna leave?"
You swallowed - your body was frozen stiff, but you felt like you were vibrating with all the energy. You were going to be mindless soon, and your mind wouldn't return until you were properly satiated. You wanted to be well hidden away in Yoongi's apartment by then. But, right now you still had your mind, and your entire being was coursing with a deliciously divine and diabolical sexual energy... maybe you had a little bit of time to play a game.
Your eyes sharpened in a devious shape, and your mouth slowly pulled into a mischievous grin, and Yoongi's features cautiously began to match yours as he read your mind.
"I think," you released the cling you had on his shirt, smoothing it out over his chest with your palm, letting your touch linger over what you were discovering was a solid, well-sculpted torso. "We should finish our drinks first. Don't you?" your eyebrow raised in heavy implication.
His face split into a rogue grin. "It would be a crime to waste a good brew," he agreed.
He released his hold on you, shuffling away from you slightly, and your insides whimpered at the loss in contact. He twisted in his seat, lifting his leg so his foot could settle behind you, the limb now acting like your back rest. He grabbed you around the waist and by the inner of your thigh, and in one strong tug, he pulled you back into him, so your shoulder was against his chest, his lips were at your neck, and your hips were cradled against him.
To the rest of the pub, you two just looked like a couple canoodling innocently in the corner - few knew there was something more sinister to come. But the few who knew knew.
He hitched his hand behind your knee, pulling it to rest over his leg, the action spreading you exquisitely open.
He reached once again for your zipper, only this time you didn't stop him. It rumbled enticingly over your mound as he pulled it slowly undone, building a delicious anticipation with each millimeter.
