Drugs- Yoongi [18+]

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"Go on, kitten." Ming was surprised that the man didn't protest. That he didn't care to have another man's hands touch her body. And that he didn't care to watch the way she stood with hesitant legs. Because Yoongi was confident. And god did she fucking love that about him.

However, Ming wouldn't show that she was fazed. Having let him watch the way she met eyes with the elder who only smirked, all while Yoongi ran a hand down the back of her thighs. Receiving an instant glare from the girl who couldn't deny just how attractive Yoongi looked with his legs spread and face oh so smug. A sight that would have most women desperate to give him pleasure. Or do so much as spend a single night with the man as Ming walked over to the other blonde haired male. The one who wasn't Yoongi. And the one who she was going to make sure had Yoongi listening. Listening to her cries. And her pleas. Because Yoongi would. Having allowed for Jin to do such things to her because he knows he's not the one she wants. Who she craves attention from. Nor who'd have her thighs trembling with just a single hand slipping underneath her skirt.

So instead of acting out, Yoongi let the girl have her own fun. Deciding to do nothing more play along. . . for now.

"Let's go." Jin could feel the way her fingers slid underneath his chin. Making him smirk almost instantly as he got to his feet. Completely towering over the girl who knew he was watching. It being the man who received a subtle grin from the elder as he took his girlfriend towards his room. Making sure he caught the way his hand slipped down her back and to her ass in which he gave it a gentle squeeze. And all before the bedroom door closed shut behind them.

But Ming didn't say a word. Didn't do anything more than turn around the minute she heard the door close, before connecting their lips. Unable to deny the pull she felt towards the man. He was just so fucking beautiful.

"Eager, I see." Jin let his hands slide down her waist. Eliciting a whimpered call of his name from the woman who could feel the way he took hold of her ass. Even if it felt so weird to say another's man name in that kind of way. But right now she wasn't focused on that. Wasn't focused on anything more than letting the man fuck her as the softness of his mattress met with her back.

"You tell me who fucks you better." Ming could feel the way his slid his lips down her stomach. Having pushed up the shirt she attired only to meet her eyes that had never looked so innocent before. Or more cautious as he continued placing kisses down her stomach. All until reaching her thighs that closed shut the minute he flipped up the material of her skirt.

"Oh come on, Ming. . . don't tell me you're nervous already." Jin was quick to take hold of her hips. Having pressed them into the mattress ever so harshly. Wanting her to feel the possession he held. And the dominance that was no where near being as strong as Yoongi's. Because the younger was always so ruthless. And he'd never change.

"Jin." He could've sworn ones voice had never sounded so desperate. Even if she was practically crying for the man to please her. To make her scream. To make her do the things that she knew he'd be able to hear.

And she could feel the way her smirked against her skin. All while his teeth ran along the hem of her panties, in which he dragged them down ever so slowly. Having let them reach the mids of her thighs. Her thighs that became trapped against either side of his head the minute his lips met with the one thing that had her head falling back. And her fingers gripping onto his hair that felt so good buried within the grasp of her hands.

"I know you want me." She could hear the sudden change in his tone. And the sudden change in the way he moved back up to her neck. Having kept his fingers just low enough to have her breath hitching as she met his eyes that looked so dangerous. But she knew he wouldn't hurt her. Knew he wouldn't risk dying just to take her from him.

"You think I haven't heard every sound thats left those lips? Every moan. . . every plea. . . every scream of his fucking name." His words were so harsh. Harsh enough to have Ming's back arching as she kept her fingers locked in his hair. Barely able to handle the amount of pleasure running through her veins. Because it all felt so good. So, so good.

"Jin—"

"You think I haven't caught on to the fact that you're using me to get to him? That I haven't noticed the way you look at him. Or the way you practically beg for him to touch you more than he already does? Huh?" Ming couldn't help but whimper his name. Haven't noticed just how harsh his fingers were being as he continued thrusting them in and out of her. And all while the heat of his whispering breath, fans the length of her neck. Because Jin was good at that. Was good at getting women right where he wanted them.

And Ming knew it. Knew he was getting into her head. But she let him. Let him strip her down until she was completely vulnerable. Because she needed to feel. To feel the things she wouldn't dare let herself face.

"Just look at the fucking mess you've made." Jin pilled away. Having let his fingers make contact with his mouth in the most arrogant manner. A gesture that had Ming rubbing her thighs together ever so hopelessly. Because she didn't care. Didn't care to beg.

"Show me why I should choose you." He watched as she got to her knees. Her knees that shook with each movement she made as the softness of her palms met with his face. Wanting him to feel the amount of lust held within her being. And the amount of desperation rummaging through her bones the minute she slid her hand down his chest and to his belt. Having tugged on the item ever so softly. "Show me why you're so much better than him."

And he did. He let himself rid of the pants he attired, all while sliding off his shirt that had Ming practically drooling as her eyes met with his skin. Marveling over each crevice and each indent painted on his body that looked as though it had been sculpted by the gods themselves.

But Jin didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than connect their lips that had never been so desperate before as Ming felt her back meet with his mattress all over again. His mattress that he's had more girls than he could even remember, pressed against it

"You should be careful what you wish for." He was already thrusting inside of her. Earning the most eluded calls of his name from the girl who didn't even know that it was him she was imagining . That it was him who she was imagining fucking her. And who was making her plea oh so hopelessly.

"Come on, Ming ." She could feel the way he tugged ok her hips. All while her hand came around his neck. His neck that bent down just enough to have their breaths mix. "Let him hear you."

And she did. She screamed. And cried. And plead as loud as she could, all so he could hear. Because she was only doing this for him. To make him mad. To have him wrapped around her finger.

But Yoongi didn't bust through the doors like she wanted him to. Didn't get mad when she walked out of Jin's room on wobbly legs. Because he knew all Jin was, was a good fuck and that there were no feelings attached. Because Ming was his. And after watching her kill her own brother for him, was all he needed to see in order to know. . . that he now owned her.