#but they seemed to think DiC was the ONLY company that ever dubbed it?

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

when you watch a relatively good lil video essay about something you love, and they've got a lot of the details right but the very basic stuff is wrong... like bruh, how did you miss THIS?

[hobiwonder]

You don’t want my love | (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Jin x Reader

Genre: PWP.

Warnings: Smut. PWP. Infidelity (cheating), degradation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, oral, choking, cum play (little). Dub/con, please read with caution. Yoongi is a major asshole. Reader has serious issues regarding her sex drive holy moly. 

Words: 7k

Summary: You think you’re over yoongi. You’ve started a new life with your new boyfriend Jin who is almost everything you could ask for. Almost.

A/N: this is a gift for @yminie and she knows why. also this is fantasy. Do not come at me with “u support cheating?!?!?!?!?!” because instead of blocking you, i will be mean right back to you. and i dont wanna do that. zero proof read like always lmao. I wanna be super sappy and happy on my blog. but i wILL be mean if you say dumb shit to me that I have clearly said in this note that I don’t condone it. It’s just in a realm of fantasy. To all my other readers who won’t send me dumb asks, enjoy and let me know what you think :)) 

(also imagine this buff yoongi while u read it ajbkkjbfolwrfnl)

“He’s coming here”

“wait what? I-”

“Quick, duck! Y/N just du- Hey Yoongi!” Sunmi has shoved your head – actually no – your entire body down from where you’d been sitting beside her, to under the table so your approaching ex-boyfriend/fuckbuddy didn’t see you.

“Sunmi,” hearing his low voice has automatically sent a signal to your heart mucles to start contracting and pump blood in to your veins faster as your breathing picks up.

“On your lunch break now?”

“Yeah. Lee gave me an hour this time,” the scoff is clear in his voice as you listen from under the table, “something about ‘becoming a statue if I didn’t stretch my limbs.’”

“He’s not wrong you drip. Still a mystery to me how you can sit at that desk and be able to walk afterwards.”

“I’ll have you know,” the screech of the chair across from Sunmi has you muttering curses under your breath as you realise that Yoongi is pulling out a chair to take a seat, “my limbs work just fine. Especially my hips.” The flirtatious tone is evident and you know that he’s trying to bag Sunmi.

He has been ever since you guys broke up. Actually that’s putting it way too politely. He broke up with you. That’s right. He broke up with you because he’d been spending too much time at work – voluntarily. Working at a music production label was not something you had thought that one would want to do overtime. But Yoongi was different. He loved his job as an associate producer for one of the hip-hop duo that the company managed. Which meant that his job was a very important one and included too many responsibilities for you to count or remember. You just had met him because one of your friends – Sunmi to be exact – had set you up on a blind date with a co-worker of her own – Kim Seokjin. He was handsome, polite, held a higher position than Yoongi and actually was his boss for some time before he had been promoted once again but this time – as a partner of the company.

Seokjin came from an affluent family and possessed the funds to be able to have a partnership with a music production company at such a young age. That was partially why Sunmi had begged for you to go out on a date with him. You had just graduated and were working as a waitress while you scoured the web for jobs as a speech pathologist. So one day you decided, why not? If nothing else, the 29 year old could be your sugar daddy that you desperately needed right now. Judge all you want.

But alas, instead of dating your potential boyfriend/sugar daddy, you’d been roped in to a relationship – that sounds like a nicer way to put the relationship you had with Yoongi – you’d end up meeting Yoongi at both of their workplace when you’d visited Seokjin upon his request to have lunch after your first date. And since that day – you’d never felt so sexually frustrated than when you were in the presence of that man. Yoongi had given you bedroom eyes the whole time you’d been trying to pay attention to whatever Seokjin had been trying to say. Don’t get you wrong, Seokjin was beautiful and you were attracted to him. You were. But the kind of attraction you had to Yoongi as he watched you from behind Seokjin, sitting on the table behind where the two of you sat for your lunch – it had you sweaty and slick between your legs in record time.

So the next day you’d apologised to Seokjin and said that you were too busy looking for a job to date someone seriously and that if he could wait, then you would happily want to continue getting to know each other after you felt left less worried about being jobless… and getting wet at the thought of his employee between your legs. And the day after that, you’d asked Sunmi for Yoongi’s number and fucked him in a bathroom stall of the bar that both of you had met at later that evening. Well, it had mostly been him fucking the daylights out of you while you’d tried to catch your breath. You’d thought that maybe he would have reservations about getting involved with his boss’s date. But nope. He’d put out faster than you had anticipated and had your legs spread in the bathroom stall not even three hours later.

And after 4 months of a unhealthily sexual relationship that sometimes felt like a real one and sometimes felt like being friends with benefits – the bastard had broken things off. So what had you done as revenge? That’s right – gone back to Seokjin, your current boyfriend that you were very much happy with. As long as you avoided Yoongi. He melted your brain and made you into a nymphomaniac who wanted to jump his bones. So here you were, hiding under a table – trying to avoid the man who brought you so close to being disloyal to your picture perfect boyfriend. But him flirting with your best friend was only making it harder because this senseless jealousy that you should not be feeling was bubbling up like a volcano.

“Ah hahaha… yeah, uh good joke.” Sunmi’s fake nervous laugh was too obviously fake so you tap her leg in warning that she was being weird which was not good when Yoongi was around. He was a master at reading people and figuring them out. He knew exactly what they meant and wanted or didn’t and that’s what also made him great in bed. Fuck. You were thinking about him in bed again. Naked. His thi-

“Shut up!” You whispered a little too loudly at your own brain before slapping a hand over your mouth.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi sounded confused and you hiped to the lord above that Sunmi could weave herway out of this.

“S-Sorry,” she fakes laugh again, just a smidge better than the last one, “this song is stuck in my head  since yesterday. The one that you’ve been working on actually.” Nice save.

“Oh yeah?” The flirtatiousness in his smug tone had you frowning again. Ugh he was such a slut.

“Yup. Totally,” then she proceeds beautifully hm the tune of the track he must have been working on. God, your best friend had a voice of an angel. And fucking sexy. Guess Yoongi must have thought the same too because the next thing he does is ask her back to his studio. Which is equivalent to; let’s fuck in Yoongi speak. You knew because he’d told you about his previous lays whenever he needed to relieve himself.

“Uhh haha yeah.. uh sure why not.”

“Well, I’m going to go ‘stretch my limbs’ like Lee said, enjoy your lunch gorgeous.” You can almost hear him wink.

Making sure he’s gone, Sunmi then taps you that the coast is clear so you can come up and straighten your back that has started to cramp. And while you’re rolling your shoulder blades to get the cramps out – you finally see the flush on her face.

“What the fuck Sunmi!”

“What?” She whisper-yells right back. “Don’t blame me for responding to his sex eyes, bitch. He’s hot.”

“Ugh, I know. I need to go see my man now. I swear Yoongi’s like a contagious disease for me.”

“Girl,” Sunmi sighs, “I don’t know how you do it. Coming here to see Seokjin-ssi while he breathes here too. Especially since you’ve had that dic-”

“Okay! See you later. Love you, bye!” You scurry out of there before she can finish her sentence and remind you that you indeed have. And you needed to stay loyal to your man who took off time whenever you had your period to look after you. Yes. Seokjin was that kind of sweet and you loved him for it.

Taking the elevator up to the level where his office was, you make your way to his office after the receptionist greets you politely and you smile right back. She was so cute. But when you find it absolutely empty, your eyebrows are furrowing, scrolling through your text messages to see if he mentioned anywhere that he won’t be in the office at this time. But you come up short so instead, you ask his PA when you step outside to look around – thinking maybe he’s lurking there anywhere. Your Jin was a sweet, social butterfly. It won’t be the first time he’s gone on a round to say hello to everyone on their lunch break while you’ve waited in his office.

“Oh he’s just gone to get lunch with Woo PD-nim. Would you like me to order some lunch for you to be brought to the office Ma’am?”

“No that’s okay,” you smile back, “I already ate. I’ll just be waiting then.”

You’re making your way back to the office – which was past a corridor to decrease the level of noise from the reception on days when it was crowdy. Opening the door you step inside and begin closing the door before a foot has wedged between the small space that remained between the door and the wall.

“What-” Yoongi has pushed inside the office, pushing you slightly so you stumble back a few steps while he locks the door behind him.

“What are you doing?!” The disbelief in your voice is clear but Yoongi seems to not care at all, only bringing a finger to his lips slowly while a sly smile takes place on his beautiful mouth. Fuck, you needed to focus.

“You thought you could avoid me, y/n?” you’re walking backwards – a reflex when yoongi’s predatory gaze is watching your every move while he walks forward.

“Y-You can’t be in here.”

“Oh I can’t?” His condescending tone makes you angry and wet all at the same time. You’ve hit the edge of Jin’s desk now while Yoongi has continued to walk forward until he’s right there – less than a step away. Then his gaze flickers down to your chest.

“Your nipples seem to want me here.” When he looks back up, you’ve all but been holding your breath, eyes furrowed as you look at him questioningly, afraid of what he’ll do. What he’ll make you do. But most of all – what you know you won’t fight enough to not do.

“J-Jin will be here any minute. What the fuck do you want?” His hands go beside you on either sides, trapping you between his taller frame as he leans his head down to look you directly in your eyes.

“That’s exactly what I want.” Huh?

“What?”

“To fuck you.” You gasp at the word that’s been whispered so close to your mouth. His chest is almost rubbing against your hardened nipples and all your body seems to be able to do right now is just stay still and listen to his hoarse, rumbling voice.

“W-What is wrong with you? You were just flirting with Sunmi!” the rage that provokes you to accuse him like you two still had a connection, was automatic. But your stomach drops when you see the knowing smile slowly creeping up on his face and you realise your mistake.

You just outed yourself.

“So you werelistening to us.” Your eyes flicker everywhere but at him, knowing that you’ve clearly exposed yourself but not being help it when the lie escapes your mouth again, trying to avoid having your nose bump with his own when he keeps inching closer. Surrounding and cornering you until you break.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His laugh at your response is almost sounding innocent. Pure. But when he spins you around so fast, pushing you roughly on Jin’s desk to flip your skirt up you realise – there is no out from this. And you were too weak of a woman to fight your way out. You were already consumed by the carnal lust he awoke in you and the arousal that Yoongi could probably clearly see through your white lace panties was proof of that.

You’re whimpering as he pushes your cheek against the desk and perches your ass up a little more so it stuck out obscenely for him.

“Look at that. You’re soaking wet.” He tsks as his hands run all over your ass, the coarse hands that worked in his studio on his music board or a piano, caressed the supple flesh of your ass while you could only whimper – your hands by your sides. Not stopping him. Not pushing him. Just feeling him grope your ass with his large, veiny hands.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whimper and you know you’re not sounding convincing, “s-stop. I have a boyfriend now- ah!” His hand strikes a cheek of your ass and your pathetic pleading had stopped as soon as his palm had met your flesh; replaced with what could only be described as high pitched moan. Yoongi knew you inside out. He knew that you were filthy and you liked it rough. You loved it when he spanked you when you two had been seeing each other and he was using it to his advantage. Fucking asshole.

“Yeah? Then why is your pussy dripping?” to emphasise his point, he’s roughly using his index and middle finger together to push the sodden material of your white panties inside your clenching pussy, making you bite down on your lip before another needy whimper is fighting its way out from your mouth. Fuck you needed to stop this. Seokjin could be here any minute.

What the fuck was wrong with you? The first thought in your mind was that you could get caught; not that what you were doing was so, so wrong. You loved Jin. Your sweet, sweet Jin who made love to you. Who showed you that pure and gentle sex was so much more than what you had thought it would be: boring. But with him it wasn’t. And yet you couldn’t stop the moan that left your mouth when Yoongi’s fingers pushed in deep, pushing your panties with them inside you.

“I-I want Jin now. I’m not who you used fuck a-anymore.” Yoongi only snickers before striking your other cheek, the flesh of your ass beautifully rosy.

“Oh you’re not? You’re a good girl now are you?” And all you can do is dumbly nod like that makes a difference. You knew you were losing the battle – and intentionally. There was something fucked up about the relationship you both had that was going to remain there forever. Because whenever Yoongi was around, you lost all inhibitions, your moral compass vanishing while only your insatiable sex drive remained. And that is precisely why you avoided him at all costs.

He was scissoring your pussy with his fingers while your white panties – soaked beyond belief – continuously pushed inside along with them creating that extra, delicious pang of friction. And all you could do was weakly murmur ‘stop’ but moan right after each one making him chuckle like the sadistic bastard he was.

“Y-Yoongi- mm – J-Jin will be- ah! – back any moment.” But it made no difference to him and he made sure to tell you that.

“There’s the little slut I know,” you gasp against sleek desk that your scorching cheek was pressed against – your pussy dripping even more as he used the shameful term to address you. “Only worried about being caught. You’re not a good girl after all, huh?”

His chuckle is the only thing louder than your panting. You push your hands behind you, blindly trying to retaliate but instead Yoongi only takes things further by pushing gripping both your wrists in his own and tugging you backwards – almost bowing your back like a crossbow before he’s hissing in your ear all the while he’s fingering your pussy.

“Listen here, y/n. You’re going to get down on your knees, open my belt and put that heavenly mouth on my cock – and suck it.” The grip that he’s holding your hands with is bound to leave a bruise, already making them ache while you listen to him with a hazy gaze and mouth falling open. Too drunk with lust that you’d lost even your voice. But he still had more to say. “You’re going to let me fuck this tight mouth in your precious boyfriend’s office until I cum. Until my cum is dribbling down your face. You know why?”

You let out a dry sob when his fingers slip out of your sodden core and slide down to your clit, “Because I know you want it. Your pussy wants it. Because you’re a cock slut who can’t help herself and stay satisfied with one man.” And it’s worse because at the mention of Jin, you’re really starting to cry now. And not only because it was wrong for you to betray him like this – but because Yoongi was right. You needed to be ravaged. You wanted to be used like a sex doll and fuck hard. You wanted to be humiliated and everything that you can’t imagine Jin would ever do. He would probably run the other way if he found out how much of a horny slut you were. Ready to impale yourself on Yoongi’s cock. In Jin’s office.

“Now get on your knees before your Jin comes back.” He roughly pulls back, finally letting your back slump against the desk to rest for a few moments from the painful angle he had it bent at. But Yoongi is impatient and doesn’t want to wait any longer because he’s grabbing you by the hair – hard enough to sting just a little more than usual – and pushing you to your knees.

“Hurry your slutty ass up, y/n. You want me to go find Sunmi and have her make me cum?” Pathetically and with no shame, you’re shaking your head ‘no’ reaching for his belt as you fish out his hard, vascular and incredibly girthy cock. It was long like his fingers and the veins made the ridges in the length. Hi balls sit heavy behind the base as the red, angry tip leaks precum that has your mouth drooling. And just when you’re about to take him in your mouth – he pushes your head back none too gently.

“Pull down your top. I want to see your tits.” And like a paid street whore, you oblige, pulling down the spaghetti straps of your tank top, letting your breasts away freely. You’re not even fully done with pulling the tank right beneath your breasts – it was a little snug on your bust – that he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving his cock deep inside your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. You weren’t prepared and the unexpected intrusion has you gagging around it while Yoongi lets out a deep sigh – as if he’s finally been relieved of a great burden. And then he’s pulling back, only to slam back inside. Again and again and again. Relentless and merciless. Just how you liked. Fuck.

“You love this don’t you? Huh? Letting me fuck your mouth. You miss the taste of my cock baby? Or you’re too good after having the rich boy’s dick?” He’s asking you all these questions in his accusing tone as if you can respond. Because at the moment, you are only holding on to his thighs as he uses your mouth, pushing in deep every single time that you’re nestled against his pubic hair whenever he slams back in. You can tell that he’s getting close because he’s lost all control over his breathing; he’s panting and a bit too loudly and the fear that you could get caught has you bringing up your hands to his balls – massaging them to help him over his peak.

And it’s also sending a trickle of arousal leaking past your pussy that you’re letting a man who isn’t your boyfriend, your ex fuck buddy, use your mouth to get off. Fuck you were messed up.

Saliva is dripping past your mouth and Yoongi’s strong hold on your hair has softened just enough for you to stop holding his thighs and bring your hands to wrap around his length while your mouth sucks the mushroom head. “Fuck, just like that. Yeah baby. You like sucking my cock don’t you? You miss it?” and like a good girl, you’re nodding as you suck him off. Twisting your hands around his length while your lips work his head like a pornstar.

“Fuck yeah. Daddy’s gunna cum. Your slutty mouth is so good. Been practicing on your vanilla boyfriend have you? Fuckkk.” His head is thrown back and you’re glad that you don’t have to verbally or physically answer that. Because you haven’t been. Jin was a big eater. And by that you mean: pussy. He loved going down on you and he never expressed too much interest in you reciprocating. And you weren’t sure how to tell him that you liked sucking cock. Every single time you thought of telling him, you felt dirty and improper so you always ended up stalling.

But that was exactly it. You were dirty and improper. At least in bed. You liked sucking cock and you absolutely loved that Yoongi never hesitated but even pushed you to suck his. But you knew that you were just trying to justify the fact that you’re cheating on your boyfriend. But thankfully, Yoongi is close because your mouth is filling up with the constant dribble of the pre-cum, more now than before and before you know it, he’s growling out his release and filling your mouth until the white substance flows over.

“Fuck! That’s so good. You’re a good cock sucker.” He’s pulling you off him by pushing against your head again when you continue to softly bob your head up and down his still hardened length and you come off with an obscene ‘pop’

And you both just stare at each other. Yoongi with a smirk on his ace while he catches his breath, looking down at you. And you – cum covering your chin and dripping down to your tits while you also heave in breaths like you’re never going to breathe again. Your gaze flickers over to the clock and you know that lunch break ends in exactly 20 minutes. The internal sigh is of relief. Relief that you both will have enough time to get yourselves together before Jin was here. Gosh. You were a slut. And you were loving and hating it at the same time. But of course, Yoongi had other plans.

“Rub my cum on your tits.” Your eyes widen at his request when you see his hand back on his length and instead of putting it away – he’s stroking himself back in to a painfully hard erection. “Go on, y/n. I know you love smelling like me.” You wanted to correct him and say ‘loved’ because you two were no longer together. You were not his anymore. But guess what you do? You look him straight in the eyes with your glazed ones, bite your bottom lip and lazily gather his cum from the top of your chest before rubbing the semen all over your tits. Massaging them just the way he liked it.

“That’s right,” he’s whispering now, sounding like he’s in a trance while you throw your head back, eyes closed, “rub it all over your nipples. So when he sucks your tits tonight, he’s tasting your recent fuck. And that’s not him.” Your eyes are shooting open and so is your mouth. Half in surprise of his words and half in arousal as you pinch your nipples and moan your pleasure. Yoongi bends down, picking you up to set you down on the desk while you keep rubbing your tits, pulling your nipples and pushing them together tantalisingly to tease him further. And he simply shuts down your smirk by taking your mouth. Lips encasing your own in a messy, sloppy kiss. So passionate that it feels like you’ve been apart without choice but in fact; it was by choice. At least his anyway.

His hands have now replaced your own, thumbs rubbing your nipples in small circles while your legs go around his waist, pulling him in while you both make out like you’re not on the clock, running on thin ice when it comes to time. And just then, the phone is ringing on the desk, making you pull back from Yoongi so fast you could give professional marathon runners a run for their money. Fearing it might be Jin, you lean backwards – Yoongi still kissing and sucking bruises in your neck – and press the speaker button.

“Ma’am?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Mr Kim send his apologies for being late but he is on his way back now. Should be back within 20 minutes.” You’re holding your breath as Yoongi bends down to take a nipple in his mouth, hoping to lord that your reply won’t be giving you away to Jin’s PA.

“Alright, thank you.” As soon as the line is dropped, you’re pushing Yoongi back, glancing at the clock that says that everyone’s lunch break is probably over in 5 minutes.

“Y-You need to go. Jin will be here soon.” To that, he looks at you as if you’re a naïve child, staring at you for a few moments before bursting out in laughter. And then he’s grabbing your hair again, tilting your head back before his face is displaying nothing but rage as he hisses his reply out.

“You think I’m going anywhere without fucking this pussy? Your cunt is calling for me my dear, sweet, y/n. Stop pretending that you aren’t a slut.” His words are making you horny but angry at the same time. He was the slut who went around offering your best friend to sleep with him before this.

“Takes one to know one.” His smirk diminishes slightly and you bet that it’s because he didn’t expect you to talk back. But you’re regretting the words slipping past your mouth, very very quickly. Because Yoongi is once again, not one to allow back talk.

“You’re going to regret saying that, y/n.” He’s shaking his head while he’s pushing up your skirt, wiping the defiant look right off your face when you see that five minutes have already passed and that Seokjin will be here soon.

“Wh- Wait. Yoongi s-stop.” But yet you make no move to stop him when he yanks your panties aside, pushing your knees up to your chest, making you lie back down on the table.

“Right.” He scoffs. “Like you actually want me to? Do you?” He’s rubbing the head of his cock on your inflamed pussy lips, looking you direct in the eyes while he’s hovering over you. Your pussy is dripping, your heart is beating fast and you swear on everything that is holy that you’ve never been this turned on in your life. Knowing that you’re about to be fucked in your boyfriend’s office, on his desk, by a man that wasn’t him. That was Yoongi. One who at some point you had thought you loved. But lust has won you over and in this moment, you’re not thinking rationally. You’re just a woman who wants to be fucked.

So you’re shaking your head, spreading your legs further, being well aware that you make not get out of this without being caught. “No.”

Yoongi pretends to not here your whisper and raises his eyebrows in question, “what was that?”

“No,” you whimper desperately, “I want you to fuck me. Fuck my pussy like you always did d-daddy. Tear me apart.” You haven’t even finished your sentence that Yoongi has pushed in to the hilt; the girth of his cock stretching you open with a slight burn that makes you mewl. And then he’s fucking you like you want to be fucked. Rough. Raw. Animalistic. The only noises in the room are your whiny moans, skin slapping on skin as his balls hit your ass again and again as he bottoms out in his ruthless pace.

Your head is thrown back, your arms are resting beside it on either side and your mouth is open while you’re being dragged forwards and backwards with the force of Yoongi’s pistoning inside your pussy. “I knew you would come back to me. I knew you would always remain a slut for cock that can tear your pussy apart. And only I can do that can’t I slut?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you’re moaning out loud as each ‘yeah’ is separated by a thrust of his cock that nudges in deep inside your pussy, resting near your cervix. It’s a burn and you know that not all women enjoy it. But you did. You liked the pain and the pleasure. And you wanted nothing more than to just lay here and let Yoongi fuck you until you died. Because it felt so, so good. So good that you’d lost track of time. Only listening to Yoongi’s heavy breathing as he pounds away at your pussy.

“I’m going to cum inside this cunt and you’re going to walk around with it inside you. I want him to touch your pussy and find it wet and filled with cum from a man that’s not him.” He’s growling and watching your contorted face, tears streaming down it. Yoongi unbends your legs while he continues to fuck you – although slightly slower as he adjusts your legs. And now that they point upwards as he holds them open at your knees, you can feel every single ridge of his cock as it slides inside your swollen pussy again. By opening your legs wider and further, you can feel him hit thatspot that has you seeing stars. The delicious curve of his cock is rubbing on your g-spot and all you can do is shake your head side to side as you hold your fist to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming blooding murder.

And that’s a mistake as well. You’re making a lot of those today. And the worse part – Yoongi takes advantage of it, just like he does of everything when it comes to you.

“Keep looking,” He’s still pounding his cock in you as you shake your head, closing your eyes in defiance while sobbing quietly – trying to contain your pleasure.

“Open your fucking eyes y/n. And look at that picture.” And that’s the first time a tear leaves your eye that’s not because of how good your pussy feels with Yoongi fucking you like there is no tomorrow. It’s because of the frame on Jin’s desk – that’s rattling from the force of Yoongi’s thrusts – with a picture of you and him inside it.

“How does it feel to have a cock inside you that’s not his? Huh?” You say nothing but continue to sob with the pleasure, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter instead of turning you off. Because you’re fucked up and looking at the frame of your boyfriend and you on your first vacation does make you mad at yourself for doing this – but it makes you even more aroused. You’re horny beyond belief.

“Tell me slut. Tell me you love my cock inside your cunt. That only I can make your pussy wet like this.” And that’s the last straw because you’re not holding back anymore. Letting the words come out as you watch his cock slide inside your pussy again and again and again. Everything on the desk rattling as your tits sway.

“I love your cock. I l-love it in my c-cunt,” you’re sobbing as he speeds up at you locking eyes with him while he brings a hand to your throat, holding it tight enough to constrict your air supply but not enough that you can’t talk, “y-you make me so wet y-yoongi. I-I’m your slut. I always w-want y-your cock d-daddy.”

And just when you think you’re about to explode, you can hear voices outside in the corridor that sound suspiciously close to Jin and his co-worker that he’d gone to lunch with. And like the horny slut you are, the idea that your boyfriend is probably right outside and your ex is fucking you in a chokehold is enough for your pussy to let go. You’re coming so hard and in a flash, Yoongi is pulling you off the desk, turning you around to bend you over it just like he had earlier – all the while your pussy is pulsing and dripping from your orgasm that doesn’t seem to be ending – and pushes back inside you from behind. Setting a rapid pace once again while his hand covers your mouth just in time for your screaming as you keep convulsing and coming around his cock that is pounding away.

You’re thankful that Yoongi has realised that you two don’t have time to take it slow anymore because he’s working his cock inside you fast like he wants to cum as quick as possible. The desk is still rattling but there is no helping it when Yoongi is going as hard as he is.

Your cries are muffled by his hand and the sound of his balls slapping on your pussy are loud and obscene. You’re praying to god – you’re not even sure if he’ll listen to you for being such a whore – that Jin isn’t near the door or he’ll be able to sense that something strange is going on with the creaking of his desk and the slapping of the skin on skin.

“Hurry Yoongi,” you mumble tiredly, moaning when he’s building you towards another orgasm rapidly again. His hold on your mouth had slackened and you can see the sweat dripping down the side of his handsome face, the sharp V of his hips evident from where his dress pants hang open while he works his cock inside you.

And then your worst fears come to life when the door handle rattles.

“Huh? I didn’t lock it.” Jin’s voice is muffled but you can hear it clearly when he tries to open the handle again.

Yoongi looks nowhere near panicked while your face must look like you’ve seen a ghost when you plead with him through eyes to just finish already. Instead, smirks and continues to pound your cunt – but even harder that your eyes are rolling back and a moan is leaving your mouth in surprise.

“Y/n? Are you inside baby?”

“J-Just a minute, hon. I’m in the bathroom.” You’re hoping he’s buying your lie. Yoongi has pushed your leg on the desk, opening you up again as he slows down for a moment before speeding up again, jamming his cock inside your quivering and sensitive pussy over and over while you hold on for dear life – and hope that you don’t lose your boyfriend today.

“Ah okay. That’s alright babe. I’ll get a key from Yebin.” Your understanding boyfriend is walking away as you can tell from his steps probably to retrieve a key from his PA to come in. And finally, Yoongi’s pace has frantically increased while you push back to meet his cock halfway, moaning like a porn star because of the short window you two have gotten with Jin going to the reception desk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” shamelessly moaning while you watch his hips push in to yours, “cum in my pussy daddy. Please give your slut your yummy cum.” You’re almost whining and finally, Yoongi is cursing under his breath and spilling inside your pussy while you simultaneously cum on his cock. Both of your fluids are dripping out of your pussy, making a mess on Jin’s desk as white has covered your swollen pussy.

Hastily, you pull your top back up while Yoongi zips himself quickly, running a hand through his hair all the while he inspects you. You don’t look at him. You don’t even acknowledge that he’s there. Because the shame has started to set in and instead, you just run to the bathroom that’s attached to Jin’s office – leaving Yoongi to his own devices. He could get out of this mess that he created himself.

When you do lock yourself inside the bathroom – the lights turn on automatically because of the motion sensors. And what you see is your swollen lips, lipstick smeared on your face, cum dried on your chest while your hardened nipples are poking through the tank top – with wet rings around them from Yoongi’s saliva and the cum. Your hair is a mess and most of all, you look like you’ve been gangbanged. You’ve just cheated on your boyfriend with your ex, in his office, on his desk, beside the picture of you and him on vacation. And you’d loved every second of it.

Your pussy is buzzing and hot when you bring a hand down to cup yourself through your soiled panties. And you’re horny all over again.

And what do you do? Spend the next ten minutes, rubbing your clit until you cum.

Too bad you’d forgotten that there were cameras in Jin’s Office.

a/n: if you still have bad feelings about this fic, say it to me respectfully and i will listen. otherwise, im being mean right back!!1!! jk im sensitive plz be nice.

[pixelgrotto]

RIP Archie’s Sonic the Hedgehog comic (1992-2017)  After 25 years and nearly 300 issues, Archie’s long-running Sonic the Hedgehog comic was officially cancelled earlier this week. The writing’s been on the wall for a while now, since the comic went on a forced hiatus several months ago and none of the creators were allowed to publicly discuss it due to ongoing negotiations between Archie and Sega. But this Thursday, the book’s final fate was declared, and it looks like the Freedom Fighters - who once announced that they could handle anything - couldn’t quite beat the threat of cancellation. A lot of people dunk on the Archie Sonic comic for being overly convoluted, going through some pretty low points or appealing primarily to furries, and all of these things are kinda true, except for maybe the furry one. But warts and all, Archie Sonic is a glorious beast of monstrously complex proportions. First of all, let the fact that Sonic holds the record for having the longest-running North American comic for a licensed character sink in. Seriously, this series ran from 1992 to 2017 and nearly reached 300 freaking issues. In a time when most comics from Marvel and DC can barely reach double digits before either being renumbered to generate a temporary boost in sales or flat-out cancelled, Sonic the Hedgehog kept chugging along, stealthily reinventing itself from its original status as a slapdash funny book to an ongoing saga that manifested lore so deep that it warranted the release of an entire encyclopedia to help people keep everything straight. 

What’s even more interesting is that Archie Sonic became the one place where you could still see characters carried over from the DiC Saturday morning Sonic cartoon show, which was produced in 1993. The show, affectionately dubbed SatAM by everyone who watched it back in the day, frankly doesn’t hold up that well and is a good example of nostalgia goggles at work. It had an incredible theme song, though (SONIC! HE CAN REALLY MOVE! SONIC! HE’S GOT AN ATTITUDE! SONIC! HE’S THE FAAAASTEST THING ALIVE), and the show did do an admirable job of developing a backstory for a mascot who, at the time, had no characterization other than the fact that he was fast and collected rings. SatAM fixed this by putting Sonic in the surprisingly dark world of Mobius, a place ruled by Dr. Robotnik, a dictator who had “roboticized” the population by turning them into droids. It also gave the hedgepig a variety of characters to play off of, like Princess Sally, Antoine the cowardly French fox, Bunnie the half-roboticized rabbit and Rotor the walrus. Along with Tails, this lot was collectively referred to as the Knothole Freedom Fighters.  Archie Sonic got its start telling stories with the Freedom Fighters while they were still on air, and even after the show was cancelled, the comic continued using them, essentially turning itself into season three of the cartoon. As the decades passed, the SatAM characters and story threads evolved and changed in wondrously unexpected ways - Sonic and Sally fell in love, the original Dr. Robotnik was killed and replaced with a robotic version of himself from an alternate dimension, Bunnie and Antoine got married and Mobius was revealed to be a future version of Earth that was attacked by the Xorda, aliens who had unleashed gene bombs on the planet, mutating the wildlife into anthropomorphic animals. (This was my goddamn favorite batshit crazy bit of Sonic comic lore ever.) Furthermore, the comic increasingly began introducing more elements from the actual Sonic video games, which had finally developed deeper stories of their own thanks to the advancement of technology. So you had stuff like Sonic and the Freedom Fighters teaming up to fight Perfect Chaos and meeting Silver the Hedgehog and Blaze the Cat. It was an unusual, unique combination of Western and Eastern concepts melding together in one pictorial arena, and it made Archie Sonic feel special. 

Speaking of the games, the book was also special because it damn well carried Sonic’s presence in North America during the years when the blue guy wasn’t starring in many video games (the Sega Saturn era) and couldn’t star in any decent video games (the Sonic ‘06 era). Even when Sega was releasing shovelware that damaged the brand, Archie Sonic kept pumping out issues, and its sheer determination to keep going won it legions of dedicated fans. Many of these people, including myself, got stuck on the comic at a young age and stayed long-term. I personally started picking up issues in 1994 or 1995, so basically only three or so years after the book was out. I think I was seven years old. A few years later, I got a subscription and had the comic delivered to my mailbox every month. (I still remember my first issue - it was number 41, when Sonic, Sally and that douchebag skunk Geoffrey St. John went to the Zone of Silence to rescue King Acorn.) The subscription continued until I was in college, and only ended around my junior year, when I forgot to renew it because I was too busy applying to go abroad after graduation. 

In short, I subscribed to a periodical about a damn blue hedgehog for a large majority of my life. Even when I stopped regularly reading around issue 180, I always kept abreast of the book’s developments (like that crossover with MEGAMAN!) and told myself that I’d eventually catch up on the stories I missed, likely in the excellent Sonic Select and Sonic Archives trade paperbacks that Archie was publishing. And there were tons of others like me. The Archie Sonic community is such a vibrant one, filled with 90s kids who grew up on this book and even older folks like the crazy Dan Drazen, a 60-something librarian who wrote the most detailed (and overly picky) online reviews of every issue. Many of these fans went on to work for the comic at one point or another, like the incredible Dawn Best and fan favorite Ian Flynn, who swooped in as a writer in the late 2000s and saved the book when it was suffering from a spell of plodding stories. For a lot of us, Archie Sonic was the preferred Sonic canon, and we got pissed when Sega pulled awful jump the shark moments outta their butts - like having Sonic hook up with human princesses in his broken 2006 game - when there was a wealth of solid lore in this weird little comic coming out in America that they always seemed content to ignore.

In fact, the only time Sega really paid close attention to the book was when Ken Penders launched a lawsuit against it, which may have been a contributor to its eventual cancellation. People better than me have already scripted lengthy writeups about Mr. Penders, and I encourage you to read this extremely in-depth take on the whole fiasco, which is a bizarre tale of copyright arguments and delusions of grandeur worthy of any John Grisham novel. But in a nutshell, Ken was a former writer who helped guide Archie Sonic away from simple gag strips and into the realm of full-on adventure tales. His control over the book was major until he was fired, and a few years later, he went on a vehement quest to prove that he owned all characters he had created while working for Archie, including series mainstays like Julie-Su, Knuckles the Echidna’s girlfriend. He ended up suing Archie multiple times and won on legal loopholes, which prompted him to start attacking the book’s current team while declaring that a buttload of barely-related story concepts were his. He also tried suing Sega when Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood came out, claiming that the enemies in the game were too similar to ones he had whipped up. Archie eventually had to come up with a plot device to kill off (trap in another dimension, really) all of the characters he had created during his tenure, and eventually they instituted a full reboot to wipe continuity clean and remove all traces of the lawsuit from history. Unfortunately, the legal issues did some pretty heavy damage to Archie’s relationship with Sega, who were reportedly pissed that the American comic company had let things get so screwed up. And I don’t blame them. To the Sonic fan community, Ken Penders is largely loathed as a megalomaniac who sabotaged a long-running comic for personal gain. But he doesn’t deserve all of the blame, and he did put out some good stories in the day before going bonkers. Archie’s also at fault, both due to their not-so-great freelancer deals as well as their incompetence at handling lawsuits. (At one point the company even fired their entire legal team and hired new attorneys, yeesh.) In recent years, Archie also seems to be terrible at handling their finances, even though they’re currently spearheading Riverdale, a successful show on the CW that’s made all of their high school characters into hot, emo Millennials. (I call it the “Archie Sex Show” in my head.) I’ve heard rumors that company management wants to streamline their output to ONLY focus on Riverdale-related stuff, and seeing as how the Ken Penders business was a tremendous waste of time that ripped some large holes in their relationship with Sega, it only makes sense that both companies would decide to part ways.  So where do we go from here? Well, it was suddenly announced today that IDW Publishing would be the ones picking up the Sonic license for a relaunch of the book in 2018. IDW’s a fit place for Sonic, since they currently publish the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles…which Archie once owned the license for. (Funny how these things go in circles, eh?) Unfortunately, I have a feeling that the current arc that was going on in the Archie books - a charming retelling of the Sonic CD story - is going to go unfinished, and I’m also fearful that we’ll be saying goodbye to the DiC Freedom Fighters. I’d LOVE to be proven wrong, and it would warm my heart to see Princess Sally, Bunnie Rabbot, Antoine, Rotor and Nicole survive a change in publishers. But since Sega’s never “officially” acknowledged those characters in a game (except for Sonic Spinball, which was made by an American studio and doesn’t really count) they’re likely going to be classified as expendable cannon fodder that are no longer relevant. There is some hope, though. Perhaps a miracle will occur and IDW will have the good sense to re-hire guys like Ian Flynn or maintain some semblance of the continuity that an entire generation knows and loves. Until the day we know for sure arrives, I’ll just have to re-read my old issues, revel in the glory of covers drawn by SPAZ, laugh at insane crossovers like the time Sonic met Spawn, and remember an era when a hedgehog with attitude and his Knothole friends kicked Dr. Robotnik’s butt and brought me twenty plus years of wonderful adventures.  For Mobius! For freedom!

The header image of the Archie Sonic cast was drawn by darkspeeds and found on Deviantart. The cover images are just a few of my favorites from the days when I was subscribed to the book, and were taken from Comic Vine and Cover Browser.