bidding goodbye to yoongi, there was a rush that made her throb in the tight material of my leggings that held her.
why can't i just fuck him now? jungkook won't know.
stripping out of the tight polyester material that gripped my thighs then removing the white t- shirt and black bra, my figure stood bare in the middle of the bedroom, waiting to indulge in the pleasure machine that laid clad on the black duvet.
grasping the pink toy, peeling the black blanket off the silk sheets to climb between the two feelings a sense of relief to be make in my zone.
my legs pulled from each other, turning the vibrator on it's highest setting was going to do the job.
placing it on my sensitive bud.
"look at you touching yourself after you just seen me," yoongi stood in front of me with his length enclosed in hand, "you couldn't wait until i got my hands on you?"
i whined wanting him to touch me, "yes," answering like a puppy to it's master, "can you touch me?"
he scoffed as he continued to pump his dick, "do you deserve to be touched?"
my answer was halted at the sound of my doorbell ringing, "fuck," turning the pink machine off to slip out the warm silk sheets to being wrapped in my black robe.
feelings her throb constantly as heat radiated off of my cunt, made me more sexually frustrated as whoever is at my door blew my nut.
what if it's jungkook? maybe he could fuck me good and hard.
my eyes peaked through the peephole, glimpsing at the familiar ginger locks, "yoongi?"
why is he here?
opening the door, watching his full yet thin face trailing my body up to my face, his pink lips clasped my brown ones.
"i'm sorry," pulling away he spoke, "i didn't mean-"
connecting our lips in an sloppier embrace, his hands gripped my hips walking inside of the apartment closing the door after him.
wanting him to touch me, taking a hold of his right hand guiding his to my bare needy core that begged for any attention, he obliged; gliding two digits in the already wet folds collecting it's slick then slipping them inside.
moaning as my dirty pleads and wishes were being fulfilled, not feeling a hint of guilt only the feeling of being touched; yoongi moved his lips down my neck, suckiling the sweet skin.
"you must like this," his breath hot on my neck, "what about jungkook?"
who cares
"what about him?"
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author note:
full smut next chap
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FanfictionWhy Me? | MYG Min Yoongi Ambw 🔞 Being unfortunate was her thing and yet she thought she everything going out for her but she fucked up but loved too. An eager hypersexual woman gets someone that's good for her then the man she played public games...
