Drugs 3- Yoongi [18+]

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"I'll see you tomorrow then?" Ming spoke through the phone. Sitting on the bed while aimlessly trailing her fingers along the sheets. Harmlessly talking with Junsu who voiced out a chuckled yes.

And it was then that Yoongi came through the bedroom door. His body drenched in the substance of sweat and chest just barely heaving. A look that had Ming instantly hanging up the phone with a quick I'll talk to you later as she watched Yoongi head into the bathroom. Noticing just how arrogant he looked while doing so. And just how dominant his stance was.

"Ming baby, you'll go grab me a towel?" He called out to the woman who let herself get to her feet. Taking the slowest of steps towards the bathroom and all with the asked of item in hand.

"How was your workout, baby?" She tossed the towel onto the counter. Watching him pull off his shirt in which she let her hands rest low on his torso. The gesture alone enough to make Yoongi chuckle as he turned around. Keeping himself pressed against the bathroom counter in which he looked down at the girl who he could tell was trying to keep steady eye contact with him. Even if her hands said different. Because next were his gym shorts. His gym shorts that her fingers just barely began to tug on.

"Fine. . . why?" He let his head tilt. Taking hold of the woman's waist in which Ming voiced out a soft just asking. Having noticed just how big the man had gotten over the past few months. Making him look more intimidating than he already was. Yet Ming couldn't help but crave for the man to do the most sinful things to her body as she ran the softness of her fingers along his torso. Making sure to graze his most private area each time she did so. All while Yoongi let his head tilt furthermore. Because Ming wasn't usually the one to initiate sex. Seeing as though Yoongi was always first to try and get her all to himself no matter where they were. Because he didn't care. Didn't care to show that she was his to a bunch of people who wouldn't dare try and fuck with the girl while he was around, as the heaviness of his hand took hold of her jaw.

And Ming could see that certain glint captive in his eyes as he lifted her head up just enough to catch her lips. Moving them in a rough yet gentle manner as Ming got on the tips of her toes. Unable to deny the amount of want she had for the man who would do fucking anything just to have her to himself. Because Yoongi loved her. Loved her more than any other man could, even if most would see him as insane. But Ming didn't. She didn't and she never would as Yoongi pulled her up and onto the bathroom counter. Earning the most desperate call of his name from the girl who had said it like that oh so many times.

"Yoongi baby, please." Her underwear were already ripped down from underneath her shirt. Seeing as though it was his. And that she always wore it all by itself as her head dropped back the second his lips attached themselves to her neck. Moving like feathers along the skin that Ming could feel him smirking against with each sigh of his name she'd let out ever so carelessly. Because Yoongi was always so delicate yet so rough in the way he'd handle her. Wanting to make sure she knew she was his but that he also found her as completely fragile. Having always tried to control himself during times where Ming would want him to be more intimate than rough. And Yoongi would try. Would try anything to make her happy.

"Yoongi." His lips were already down her stomach. Knowing exactly how she liked it as his fingers and lips untangled the girl who pulled off the shirt she attired. Just craving to feel his skin against her own as the softness of her thighs became captive in his hands. Staying on either side of his head that moved with each sinful gesture he made, in which Ming couldn't help but bite down on her lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair and breath shallow as he continued to work the woman who let the sound of the shower distract her from how good it felt. Because it was. Was too good.