Erotica- Yoongi [18+]

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"Harder baby—yes." The pleas were so quiet. Escaping the lips of the one girl who's body was bent over Yoongi's desk. Her thighs bruised from the roughness of his movements, and fingertips white from just how hard she was holding onto the edge. Trying to control every cry that had her eyes relishing with unknown tears. Because the man was good. Good at making her feel the things she used to.

"Oh come on, kitten. . . I know you can be so much louder than that." She could. Could whimper and beg for him to please her. Or scream his name each time her body reached further need. But the two were in his office. Surrounded by those who had no clue as to what they were doing behind closed doors.

"Yoongi—"

"When are you gonna tell her? Huh?!" And Ming knew who he was talking about. Knew it the second he pulled away. Yanking on her hips in the most violent manner, only to turn her around. Uncaring of the papers flying off his desk the minute he placed her on top of the glass. Because right now he wanted her. Wanted her to be the girl he fell in love with.

"She already knows—"

"Then why the fuck are we still doing things in private—"

"Yoongi—"

"Answer me." His tone was deep. Too deep. And Ming could feel her breath go shallow and her eyes go round the second he took hold of her jaw. Even if his movements were just the same. Having the softness of her thighs tremble in pure bliss as his thrusts did nothing more than strengthen.

But Ming couldn't answer. Burying her face into his neck with a desperate Yoongi, only to earn his hands against her hips. Pulling the woman closer to him in want to let go of that tension. That tension and that need to feel each other as the endless cries of his name rang through the air. All until the woman came to her release. Tossing her head back as she did so, only to earn his lips against her neck.

And Yoongi watched as she shuttered against him. Burying that remaining guilt and sorrow within her soul, deep enough to never feel it again as she let the softness of her fingers thread through his hair. Tugging on the blonde strands just how he liked it. Because Yoongi fucking loved when she was rough. Loved when she was needy.

However, their lips had never been more gentle as they connected. Moving in a slow yet heavy manner, only to earn one another's breaths against their skin as Yoongi grunted out her name. Earning the gentleness of her hands against his face as he finished with a curse. Making the girl instantly sigh the minute the man smirked into her lips. Causing her stomach to pool with further heat. Because the man was so arrogant. Acting more smug than ever before.

"You still didn't answer my question." Voice low, Yoongi met her eyes. Noticing the subtle distance held within her own as the girl slid her hands up his torso and to his chest. Just barely smoothing them over the material of his dress shirt that was untucked from his slacks. Looking all too attractive on the man's skin.

"You've asked me this how many times now, baby—"

"Are you attached to him? Huh?" Yoongi pulled away. Fixing his attire, only to place his hands against her skirt clad thighs. Even if it was rode up enough to let him see everything. Everything that he had claimed as now his.

"This has nothing to do with him—"

"It doesn't?" And she watched as he laughed. Tilting his head ever so softly only to flicker his eyes up and down her body in a quick manner. Wanting to have her feel his dominance. His dominance and his intimidation that had never phased Ming. But right now was different. Was different and so tense as the man pushed himself between her knees. Standing right where she had felt him just seconds ago.

"I know you, Ming. I know you're not a liar— jesus you'd lecture me for fucking days when I'd lie." His words were so true. Because the girl wasn't like that. Wasn't one to lie. Wasn't one to hide and not face reality. But everything felt so suffocating. Both her emotions. And her relationships.

"Yoongi baby, I promise—"

"Where's your necklace?"

"What—"

"Where the fuck. . . is your necklace?" Her hands were already on her chest. Trying to take hold of the one thing that wasn't there. Yet the panic was. The panic of knowing she had kept it off because of him.

"Yoongi—"

"You've caught feelings—"

"Yoongi baby, you know that's not true." She could feel the burning of her throat. All while her eyes pricked themselves with fresh tears. Because she was losing. Losing herself to the amount of hurt in her heart. Hurt that had her doing things she knew not to.

But the disgust in his eyes were enough to talk for him as the man pulled away. Wishing that somehow everything would've never happened. But it did. It did and was completely irreversible.

"Get out—"

"Yoongi—"

"I said to get the fuck out of my office." He didn't care to be an asshole. Didn't care to seem as though their problems weren't worth talking about as Ming laughed a laugh so cynical. Doing the things Jimin knew she would. . . without him even telling her.

"You went for her, Yoongi, not me. I didn't know who you were. I didn't know that she was being used." There was a change in her voice. Change that had the woman getting to her feet even if her steps were so unsteady. Yet Yoongi's hands were already against her waist. Pressing the woman up against the glass windows he had built just for her.

And Ming let him. Let him touch her the way he wanted to as the chocolates of her eyes caught the danger of his own. But he wouldn't hurt her. Wouldn't hurt her even if it meant getting himself killed.

"Every fucking day I woke up alone—"

"Kitten—"

"I didn't ask you to go and fuck her. To go and get her involved in something she knows she could never fucking handle." Because she couldn't. Couldn't watch those around her get hurt left and right. Or be treated as if your nothing but prey when it comes to the men who know that you're his. Because everyone wants. . . what they can't have.

"I was vulnerable, Yoongi. I was vulnerable and you knew that—"

"Kitten—"

"So I'm allowed to feel attached to the one man who wanted me when you didn't." Ming shook her head. Feeling the lightness of her tears meet with her lips as Yoongi buried his face into her neck. Knowing that he was wrong. Wrong for lashing out on the one girl who he had so confused in the beginning. .

"Kitten—"

"Just stop questioning me, Yoongi—please." And he would. He'd stop his insecurities from taking over how he felt as the man connected their lips. Noticing the way her own clung to him as if he'd leave forever. Because Yoongi filled that void. That void Jimin had worsened. Because Jimin wouldn't stop. Wouldn't stop getting in Ming's head. Wouldn't stop making her feel things she shouldn't be. Things that were already tearing both her and Yoongi's relationship apart. .   without him even being present.

My writers block is terrible so my apologies for such the late chapter and boring one as well. Hopefully more ideas for this book pop into my mind soon. But as of now I am horribly stuck lol. However, thank you for not giving up one me. And please take care of yourselves for mommy! I love you. . . night night(u_u)