Jealousy- MYG

Chapter 19

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD 🚫🚫 WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️

YOUR POV

It was 10pm by the time we got home. I was so tired from all the excitement and surprises that filled today's agenda. My feet were in so much pain, I could feel them pulsing through my heels as I got out of the car. Walking up to the door, I quickly opened Yoongi's house, with the spare key that had been cut for me to keep.

"I'm so tired, and my feet hurt like hell!" I sat on the couch that lengthened the window in the entrance hallway.

"Take them off then," Yoongi said, pointing his finger to my shoes that were wrapped up my calf's, while his other hand stay lowly in his front pocket of his trousers, as he leant on the door frame.

"Shit! Ow!" I winced at the blister that peeled at the back of my heel, after I took my shoes off.

"Aish, come here you cry baby!" Yoongi's voice spoke low and husky, as he helped me remove the other shoe, and lifted me bridal style up the stairs.

His right hand supporting my open back of the dress, and his left, riding up the split of the dress, making me feel just a tiny bit hot. We got to the entrance of his bedroom, he never really likes it when I say his since he says "whatever he owns, so do I". He placed me softly on the edge of the bed so I could sit upright. He disappeared into his large walk-in-robe. While he was in there, I got myself up, and out of the dress. I slid the straps of the dress down my arms, it slid softly, so softly that it gave me goosebumps down my spine.

"That's a good girl, I was going to say that it had to go, otherwise it'll be in my way." I gasped at his sudden voice that spoke. "You know how I don't like when things stop me from working on things that I love," his smirk was telling me that I was in for a crazy-filled night.

"What if I put it back on?" I teased him, pulling the straps back up slowly.

"You wouldn't wanna make me mad would you now?" His cocky steps coming toward me, while his trousers hang low at his V line of his lower body.

"I-I was just-" I was cut off by his hand that gripped my waist, pulling me close to his crotch. I could've sworn his grip would leave me with marks tomorrow.

He spun me so that my ass was near his crotch, and so that I was facing the full-length mirror that stood in front of us. "You were?" His voice was husky.

"Mmmm," I couldn't help but keep in my moans, I didn't want him to win that easily, but he swayed his hips closer towards my ass and his already hard cock was clearly wanting to push out his jeans.

His hand slithered up my body, stopping at the straps, as he hooked his fingers around them, sliding them down, with the whole dress falling with it. I was there, completely naked, about to watch my self be pleasured by this prince that I call mine.

"Fuck," He cursed under his breath. I guess he was getting turned on after I started palming his crotch.

"What's the matter Yoongi?" I said to him, making sure I didn't let off any sign of pleasure.

"Eun Jae, you-you're, fuck!" He was slightly panting already. There's a point for me.

One of his hands slid back down to my ass, slamming down on one of my cheeks. I hitched my breath at his harsh contact.

"Yoongi-ah! Fuck!" I didn't want to let him know that I liked it, otherwise he wouldn't fuck me, since "he made me moan first".

"What is it kitten? Tell me what you want," he slid his fingers around my wet clit, making me gasp.