Auralism - myg

27

You get home and sigh as you kick your shoes off of your feet. You then shake your head as you look down at how blistered your feet are from wearing the heels that you rarely wear out.

Leave it to you to wear a pair of shoes because you forgot why you rarely wear them in the first place. Low and behold, you're now reminded of the reason why you don't wear them.

Biting onto your lower lip, you make your way to your fridge and open the door to the freezer. You grab an ice pack and wrap it with a towel before placing it on your foot. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you feel the cool sensation on the now-forming blisters on your foot.

You then sit on the couch and it hits you.

You drank a little too much and now you're feeling horny.

A groan escapes your lips as you feel too lazy to masturbate tonight. Leaning back on the couch, you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to tame the beast that is your lower region.

This only worsens the craving and your mind immediately goes to Yoongi.

Maybe he's free right now and wouldn't mind pleasing you for the night.

You don't need much, just one orgasm to get it out of your system. Just his fingers inside of you or maybe just a few flicks of his tongue. That's all you really need. After that, you'd be more than willing to help him get off as well if he's in the mood.

Fuck it.

Y/N: You free right now?

You send the text before setting your phone onto your coffee table. Letting it stay there as you ice your foot and wait for a reply, you switch to put the ice on your other foot, hissing as the cold sensation slightly stings at first.

"Son of a bitch..." you mumble as you feel the pain before sighing softly.

You know that, despite these shoes being something that might as well have been invented as a medieval torture device, you're not throwing them away. They're too cute and far too expensive to throw away. As long as they get worn once in a blue moon, it's still worth keeping them in your wardrobe.

After a few minutes of this, you feel your blisters already starting to feel better. You then put the towel into the washer and put the ice pack back into the freezer before sighing to yourself as you feel the wetness between your legs growing more and more insufferable.

Biting onto your lower lip, you walk over to your phone and check it.

Nothing. No new message from Yoongi.

Narrowing your eyes at your phone, you decide to check his page.

When you do, you see that he had just posted about being free for phone calls tonight. You tilt your head to the side as you see that one girl tweeted him saying she can't wait to call him and he liked the post.

Ah, the sugar mommy girl or a consistent client most likely.

Sighing, you realize you're likely not getting laid tonight. You probably aren't even going to be able to get a call either.

You turn on your TV in the living room and decide to watch something in the meantime.

After about fifty minutes, you get a text.

Yoongi: Sorry for the late reply. My other client phone call went on far longer than usual. Did you still want me to call or stop by?