Drugs 3- Yoongi [18+]

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Ming could feel something pressed up against her ass. Taking notice of the way Yoongi had his arms around her frame. All while the steadiness of his breaths brushed against her neck. Making the girl go completely stiff because she could tell that he had morning wood. The size alone enough to have her knees going weak as she tried to move away from him. Having to suppress her wants for the man because she couldn't deny that the sexual tension between them hadn't been undeniably thick. And that she hadn't been longing for the man to do the most sinful things to her body just like he always would.

And so she let her fingers wrap themselves around his arms. Just barely pulling them off of her until his voice fled the air.

"Kitten. . ." The word came out so groggily. And so deep that she could barely even understand what he said as she stopped her movements. Knowing that if she moved, he'd be able to realize his situation. So instead she kept quiet. Acting as though she was still asleep as Yoongi squinted down at her. Taking notice of what exactly she had on as he held back a groan. Not having been able to release his needs on the woman who continued to only glare at him every time he tried to do so.

And it was then that he could feel just how achy his lower half was as his hands made way against her waist. All while his lips moved themselves along her neck and shoulder. Not having felt her skin against his own for almost too long as he tightened his grasp on her waist. Treasuring each second passing by until Ming faked out a sleepy groan. Turning on her side just to flutter her eyes open at the man even if she was craving for more of his touches to her skin. And more of his kisses along her neck that had his lower half aching more than it already was.

"Ming baby, I'm sorry okay?" She could hear the desperation in his voice as she glared at the man. Knowing that he could see the exposed strip of skin that was uncovered by the silk, black robe she attired as her eyes narrowed even more at the boy. And with a tsk, she went to get on her feet. Ignoring him just like she had been doing for the past few weeks only to feel his hands latch themselves onto her waist all over again.

"It's been so long since I've fucked you, baby. . . please." He already had his face buried in the crook of her neck. Something that always made the woman go weak because next were the kisses. The kisses that started off ever so softly until she finally gave in. No longer able to control the gentle heaving of her chest as the man met her eyes.

"Yoongi." God had he missed the word slipping off her lips. Having been deprived from hearing it for longer than necessary as he nudged his nose into her own. Feeling her palms grazing themselves along his torso until being met with the thing that had him instantly connecting their lips. All while his hips grounded into her hand while he pulled one of her legs around his waist. Trapping the girl against him while her fingers latched themselves onto the bottom hem of his shirt. Eagerly tugging the thing off while taking the opportunity to catch her breath even if Yoongi was quick to reconnect their lips. Not wanting for the moment to end because he knew that it would. He knew it the moment Ming began to turn her head to the side. Planting her palms against his chest in which she sighed out a breathy wait. Because it was then that her conscious began to regain its composure. Realizing that Yoongi hadn't apologized or had even tried to do so.

"Ming—"

"No." Huffed out, the girl cut him off. Steadying her breaths again while her gentle eyes met his own. His own that had her terrified because she could see the danger that they held. Even if she knew that he would never hurt her.