buzz (m)

floralseokjin:

⇻ pairing: min yoongi x reader

⇻ warnings: smut,
masturbation with a twist, sex toy usage (vibrator)

⇻ words: 4,851

⇻ summary: in which you’re
unsure if you’ve ever received an orgasm and when you finally pluck up the
courage to use the vibrator you bought that one day on a whim, Yoongi barges
through the door…

⇻ note. sometimes I should
never be left alone with my thoughts…

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You don’t know how you ended up naked from the waist down,
your feet planted firmly on the bed as you arched your legs out, waiting with
bated breath as your friend Min Yoongi leaned down between them, a determined look
spread across his face as he held in his right hand your little purple vibrator,
ready to show you what a real orgasm felt
like.  

Maybe it had something to do with the fact around twenty
minutes ago, he has barged straight into your room just as you were laying on your
bed, twisting the purple cylinder, no bigger than a lipstick, in your hands, wondering
if and how you should go about it. You
were still fully dressed, in sweatpants and a vest top, not even sure if you
were turned on enough for this, but you guessed maybe once you began, you’d
ease into it.

You were just about to press down the tiny button that
booted it into action when your door flew open and Yoongi was there already
midway through a conversation even though you hadn’t uttered one word. You knew
giving him the code to your apartment was a bad idea, when all he had was rude
manners and just let himself in every day.

“Did you hear about Namjoon the other day? He totally –

The words fell dead against his tongue as he turned to look
at you and saw you practically revolving the vibrator around in your hands, as
if you were a baton twirler, trying painfully to chuck it back in your
nightstand drawer, as it slid from your grasp in an almost cartoonic fashion,
as you sat up and pulled the drawer open without looking and lunging to drop it
inside. Only it never went in, because it bounced off the wood and landed on
the floor, rolling under the bed.

You blinked for a moment, in denial, before you turned
around and sat up straight, trying go look nonchalant. It didn’t work.

“What are you doing?”
He asked, narrowing his eyes, accusation already in his voice.

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