The man pressed the pills against his lips, forcing them into his mouth before holding his mouth closed and pinching his nose, “Don’t fight it. It’ll feel so good just don’t fight it.” Eventually Yoongi had to swallow so he could breathe, the effect was immediate; Yoongi’s skin started to heat up and saliva pooled in the spaces on the side of his tongue. Every rub of his shirt against his nipples burned so nicely.
One of my thousands of wips I unearthed