Erotica- Yoongi [18+]

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Ming didn't know how to feel as she entered her apartment for the night. She wasn't one to sleep with random men. Wasn't one to even allow herself to be put in such a situation. But for some reason Jimin had her captivated. Had her wanting more.

Maybe it was his money. Or the way he carried himself. She didn't know. Having realized that in that single moment in time, feeling the man's hands and body please her, was enough to fill the void buried so deep within her heart. And she needed that. Needed that so badly.

But she couldn't forget about him. It being the man who had her friend's stomach going off with immediate butterflies the second he even spared the woman a glance. And her friend who's waist was pressed up against his car as his hand stayed locked on her jaw. Having connected their lips in a rough manner. Because Yoongi wanted her to feel. To feel that intimidation. Intimidation that would have Miso only wanting more.

And with a sigh, Ming shook her head. Knowing she shouldn't get caught up in what the girl was doing. Was doing with a man like him. And was doing with the man who had her phone going off as the device began to buzz from where it lingered in her purse. Making the woman groan as she rummaged through her items before finding it.

"Hello?" She didn't care to look at who was calling. Didn't care to do anything more than quickly end the call so she could catch a few hours of sleep. But it was then that his voice came running through the line. Causing her entire frame to go completely stiff.

"Kitten." She knew it was him. Knew it from the nickname he let out. Pairing with the smugness held within his tone almost beautifully as she let a huff escape her lips.

"Why are you calling me—"

"Why did you answer—"

"I didn't look at the number." Ming couldn't help but scoff. Having allowed herself to move into her bedroom as she slowly slipped her heels off. Feeling the immediate relief in her feet the second they met flush with the floor. Leading the woman over to the bathroom where she met eyes with herself. Noticing the fatigue in her own gaze.

"So you're saying you answer random phone calls—"

"Do you know what time it is?" He could hear the irritation in her words. Imagining just how narrowed her eyes would be while meeting his own. Even if the softness of them would cause him to do nothing more than smirk. Just like he was now. And just like he did when feeling her eyes watch him take hold of Miso.

"What if I just wanted to make sure you got home alright—"

"Yoongi." Ming cut him off. Having set her phone down on the bathroom counter before setting the thing on speaker. All while moving to turn on the shower in which the man couldn't help but have his ears perk the second the sound of running water met with his ears.

"Yes?" Yoongi knew he was getting underneath her skin. Knew it the second she let out a sigh before latching her fingers on the clothes she attired. Beginning to slip them off in a slow manner only to catch sight of the subtle bruises lingering on her thighs due to him. Because Jimin was rough. Having tugged and pulled and yanked on the woman in such a way that had her body dripping in pleasure.

And just like that, the woman went silent. Subconsciously pulling in her bottom lip with her teeth as she ran her fingers over the marks themselves. Practically feeling the way his hands caressed her skin. Making each inch of her bones run hot with need.