SMUT #3: Yoongi.

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[From Chapter Eleven]

"Bye baby." I end the call with a smirk. 'I hope that word triggers his memory of yesterday's activities. I know it's sure triggered mine...' I look down, proud at the wonders that my imagination could come up with to make me hard.

Without any hesitation, I yank my jogging bottoms off, flinging them off the bed, and pull my boxers down to my ankles. I use my left hand to gently stroke my growing length as my right hand multitasks and opens my picture gallery. I scroll up past my morning selfies and find the pictures I was looking for. I find my post-sex photo that I took of Jimin last night;

I tighten the grip on my member as I agonisingly stroke slower, from base to tip

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I tighten the grip on my member as I agonisingly stroke slower, from base to tip. I scroll to the next photo;

I let a noticeable whine escape my throat as I tease myself, staring at my phone screen

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I let a noticeable whine escape my throat as I tease myself, staring at my phone screen. I let my cold, nimble fingers tamper with my balls. I fumble them in my long, pale fingers, imagining that it was Jimin touching me. I moan slightly, tightening my grip on both the phone and my balls to steady the shaking of overstimulation.

I squeeze my eyes in ecstasy as I finally bring my hand back up to harshly pull at my throbbing member, veins protruding from the strain that I was causing myself

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I squeeze my eyes in ecstasy as I finally bring my hand back up to harshly pull at my throbbing member, veins protruding from the strain that I was causing myself. I growl lowly as I rake my hand up and down my hard, thick cock; coated with pre-cum to help my movements to be slicker.

My husky groans were getting louder by the minute. I move my hand at a furious pace, yelling Jimin's name as my body starts to shake in warning. I hold back and rub my thumb across my slit. My legs spasm due to the cold touch from the digit of my finger. My abdomen was hissing and arguing at me but I didn't want the pleasure to end.

 My abdomen was hissing and arguing at me but I didn't want the pleasure to end

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I feel the bed creak and ache with my harsh, violent movements. I am so blissed out at the touch that my hands are providing me that I don't hear the front door opening. I scroll to the next photo absentmindedly.

I throw my sweaty head back, moaning loudly and panting harshly

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I throw my sweaty head back, moaning loudly and panting harshly. I drop my phone onto my chest as I lie down amount the tossed about bedsheets. I use both of my rough hands to firmly grip my pulsating manhood. I move at such a fast pace, thrusting up into my hands uncontrollably, unable to stop myself from doing so. I thrust harder and harder and harder, pleasure rising like misted heat in a sauna until finally.

"JIMIN~!" I shout before groaning loudly for the last time. Cum sprays from my agonised tip and covers my thighs in a sticky, white blanket. I stroke softly, working myself through my orgasm. My mind was blown at how much satisfaction a few selfies of that cute little nugget could give me. 'I think I'll get used to him sticking around.' I smirk sleepily.

"Aish, this kid." A voice sounds from behind me.

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