#this isnt a min fic it just got long so i put it under a cut to mercy

[strwbwoo]

fuck my what?

cw : mingyu x reader x readers female bsf… , smut , glg youre both sick bc you both like it , profanity , jealousy , praising , pet names (baby, babygirl)slut shaming (your friend)… , degrading the friend.. , .6k words (my fics are always short..) like one slap on yer ass

an : the friends name isnt mentioned but uhm yea… i dunno how i got here. theres a part where the bsf seems homophobic but she jus doesnt like the reader and want her boyfriend

theres no way the love of your live kim mingyu just said he wanted to have a threesome with your bestfriend

and what a sick bitch for saying yes. coming over with a lousy lingerie set under a trench coat. giving him the eye. ofcourse youre pissed, and both can tell, “baby..” caressing your waist closing the gap while leaning into your ear, “i like your lingerie better.. your boobs.. mouth..” grabbing your hand to kiss it, holding contact, “your m’ number one baby”

all walking to the bedroom but mingyu hold your hand while she walks behind you two. mingyu lazily lays on the bed, waiting for you both to make a move and that snake takes it, getting on the bed on all fours pressing her lips on your boyfriend, fucking slut. her left crawls down to panties pressing against her clit. it makes your face red n hot but you cant tell if youre mad or horny

catching up with them, pulling down his boxers, spitting on his cock and spreading it a little before teasing him by sucking your pretty lips on only the tip. you can hear moans out of that sickening long make out. shes so sloppy. ofcourse shes glaring back probably jealous that you get to play with his dick, “mm.. can i ride you..?” only ending the kiss to seduce him, bitch. and ofcourse his eyes light up, “cmere baby” calling you over like your some puppy

right after she pulls her panties off, shes on his dick exaggerating her moans. so loud and annoying, “want you to sit onm’ face babygirl” listening to your boyfriend never doubting him in anyway despite playing into a sick fantasy. you face your ‘friend’ to keep her in check. pulling your pretty see through panties that he picked out to the side. thick tension in the air and only builds up when you get an idea… leaning forward to lick her clit.

stablizing yerself by putting your hands on her hips, while your boyfriend tongue feels oh so good, bucking into his mouth. playing her game by moaning louder, her face in disgust to have your plump wet lips on her, pleasuring her. thats right whore. she thinks she can get away with her shit?

you jerk when mingyu adds two fingers in yer cunnie, lips still by her cunt but doing nothing but spilling moans, “fuck g- gyu” you both scream. tsk “min- mingyu too much” only you say that this time, “g’na cum..” but no response, still stuffing his face with cunt, big hands keeping you still despite your squirming.

vision going white, “fuck gyu! cumming” when he slaps your cute ass, “cmon baby” he muffled into yer cunt. both too lost into it to notice she came as well “f-fuck, get off me” huh? was he talking to you. ah, the whore. lightly manhandling you to his side and the bitch of his dick and on the the end of the bed before hot cum spilling on his banging abs. using his sweat as an accessory, everything glistening

looking back at her, “m’sorry girl but you gotta go. had fun tho” youre not sorry, and she can tell by your sly smirk while drawing circles on your boyfriends chest and his hand on your waist.

she grabs her discarded garments and stumbling out of your guys’ apartment. door automatically locked with your security system. mingyu kisses your sweet spot on your neck, ready for round two with his favorite girl

“you look cute when yer jealous baby..” you get all shy.. trying to think of something to make him regret letting another girl play with his cock, “gyu.. just thought she had an std” hes stunned, “baby- i just let her fuck me n now you wanna tell me?” you smile ” yea, dont let a whore on your cock babe” you say with faux innocence.

[fakeloveaskblog]

Hey Remy, its just me, a weird demon snail thing, please do not panic, and make sure you're alone so I can continue with some messages. Before I start, they're both healthy and generally okay, missing you loads still! --- Remus starts: "Please tell them that the planetarium was super cool and sexy but it would have been better with them there. Even if they probs wouldn��t have enjoyed it that much. We could have bought them something nice in the gift shop!" Janus agrees with him. 🐌🕸 -1/4

(u!virgil)

"Hiii girl!" Remy merely glanced up from what they were doing as they said it "Don't worry 'bout Viv hearing. He's at work!! Which means I can work on his like birthday present. His birthday is Dec 19 y'know. I like being early"

They held up an unfinished sleeveless hoodie. It was a patchwork of a bunch of different black and purple fabric that had been left over from his other hoodies.

The pain medication the demon had given them a few days ago had by now completely stopped having any effect. They were back to nearly wincing every time they moved. Back to even the act of breathing putting them in pain. And yet they kept sewing.

"I'm probs not gonna be able to like move my wrists tomorrow cause of my joints being all fucked from sewing but it's worth it" They were forcing a smile "Just gotta remind myself of how happy it's gonna make Viv"

The smile turned genuine when they heard Remus' voice.

"It's cute....they seriously think their like date would have been better if I was there. As if I wouldn't just be all whiny and slow as fuck, like always"

Remy had a dopey smile on their lips as they listened to him. They laid down and turned to the other side of the bed. The side Virgil usually slept on. They reached out and traced their hand over the mattress as Janus rambled about wanting to sleep beside them.

They couldn’t say it, but they wanted that too. Sometimes they thought about the night they had slept over in his bed, after hanging out at Remus’ place. Some nights when they couldn’t sleep they reminded themself of his warmth, his slow breathing, the way he’d held onto them even in his sleep.

“He would be the prettiest little spoon- OH SHit I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Ehm pretend you didn’t hear anything. Ugggg I’m sure the coffee he makes must be amazing! I just get the feeling it’s great!! Ugh Viv would fucking kill me- no kill Jan- if he was hearing me right now. Why do Janny and Rem gotta make my insides turn to goo and make my head all crazy with memories every time I think ‘bout them. This is so stupid and sentimental. I’m feeling like one of those super pining super yearning characters from one of those boring period drama I never watch uhgggg”

Remy let out a snort at your comment. They twirled their har around their finger “Yeah Janny has got it down bad don’t they. Girl I swear it’s like they have ‘lovestruck’ written on their forehead. They wanna kiss me so badly every time they see me it makes them look stupid. I mean like stupid in the tots cute, charming, handsome way y’know”

Being a called a main bitch, a boo and a babe by someone who sounded like the lovechild of a 50 year old chain smoker and a cheese greater shouldn’t be this comforting but goddamnit it was. Remy wanted to just sit near Remus and hear him ramble on for hours about whatever he felt like again. They didn’t even have to cuddle him or anything. They just wanted to be near him. To leave this stupid apartment.

“Omg girl what if Rem liked me as well?? Wouldn’t that be like crazy” They twirled their hair a bit faster “But I mean- He couldn’t like me! It’s Remus! If he liked someone he would be like super obvious about it and blurt it out or something. He don’t seem like he would ever be able to keep a secret even if he tried. So he can’t like me” They let out a small lovestruck sigh “Would be nice though. Then I could kiss his grubby lil face all I want”

Remy laughed at their bickering. They closed their eyes and replayed that part of the message a few times, just so they could at least for a few seconds pretend that they were playing the game with them. They could pretend everything was normal. 

They opened their eyes again and looked at you as you spoke. They let out a deep sigh.

“Thanks gal....you’re right....you really are right....I guess I keep forgetting I’m like 23...like the prime age of self discovery y’know...I just feel like a corpse- so uhm being reminded I don’t gotta stay like this with this like identity all my life uhm helps I guess”

They sat up in bed and checked the time. Virgil got done with work at 6 pm so he should be home soon. They hid the hoodie under the bed before mumbling half to you and half to themself.

“I’ve tried like everything to lessen the dysphoria. He’s gotta get why I wanna get on hormones. Right? Yeah! Yeah I can ask him about it again. I can do this. It’s just Viv. I can do this”

They tried to get into a comfy position to ease the pain even just a little. They held up their hands and tested out moving their fingers. They had to force some of them to move.

After a while they heard the door opening and footsteps quickly going through the living room. Virgil nearly slid into the bedroom. He dropped a plastic bag on the floor before pretty much laying down on top of his partner. He churned his face into their shoulder as they moved their arms around him.

“Remy babey. I missed you”

“You’re getting forklift smell all over me”

“Not the first nor last time!” He let out a “Blergh” Before absolutely drowning their cheeks and neck in quick kisses which made Remy giggle.

“Did you get bit by a zombie at work or something”

“Oh honey if a zombie apocalypse happened I would have shoot myself within a second. The zombies wouldn’t even have a chance. More importantly” He sat up so his legs were leant on each side of Remy’s hips. He took out a small plastic bag from his backpocket. He smirked “Our bestest guy was at work”

“Weed guy!!!”

“Yeah! ANd weed guy got a new guy friend who he told me about. That’s why I was a bit late” He motioned for the bag on the floor “I got you a bag of poppers. It’s like 40 of them. Don’t take them all at once! I think you will actually die”

“New poppers guy yeaah!!!” Remy clapped their hands together to celebrate. For a moment they forgot how fucked up their hands were after sewing all day. Their blood curdling scream surprised even them.

Virgil stared at them before dropping everything he was holding “Are you okay?”

They bit their tongue to hold back a snarky comment about how they Obviously weren’t okay since they weren’t on their meds “....just....joint pain...”

“..Okay. Uhm massage time?”

They nodded. Virgil helped them scoot forward a little so he could sit behind them with his back leant against the wall. He massaged his knuckles against their spine. They winced so he moved his hands. Again and again until they didn’t wince.

“Right there” Remy closed their eyes and relaxed.

Virgil kept massaging there with one hand and moved to take their wrist with his other hand. He pressed a gentle kiss to their wrist before massaging his thumb back and forth.

“Sooo there has to be a reason your hands are especially fucked. Could it be that you’re working on a present?”

Remy let out a long “Pfff”

“I’ll take that as a yes” He moved his thumb up to massage their palm. He leaned in and murmured into their ear “Let me guess....You’re making me...A shit ton of gello”

“Wow. Great guess babe. 10/10″

“Okay lemme try again. You are perfecting the art of giving handjobs”

That made Remy laugh “In your dreams hun”

“Okay okay...” He pressed a kiss to their ear “You’re sewing something aren’t you”

“Shut up! Guessing is over!! Get out! You’re just a clone of Viv! I don’t know you!!”

“Got it didn’t I”

“Shhhhh!!!”

“Alright. I’ll shhh”

He massaged their fingers. It made them wince but it was worth it for the little bit of relief that came afterwards. Remy tried to go over what to say in their head as the minutes went on.

“...uhm...babe?”

“Yeah?” Virgil replied.

“I just...Remember those times I talked to you about getting on hormones? I am still thinkin-”

Remy’s words were cut off as Virgil pressed his nail into their wrist. They let out a scream as tears pressed on at the edges of their eyes. 

Virgil let go after a few seconds but Remy was left gasping for breathe as their vision turned blurry. He stood up and took a step back from the bed.

“You surprised me. I didn’t mean to- Why do you even want hormones anyhow”

They held onto their stale wrist as they turned to him “Virgil I’ve barely eaten for a week because the dysphoria is too fucking overwhelming. I need-”

“Well maybe you’re being selfish!-”

“You’re not even listening to me!”

“No one wants you except for me! Are you really gonna go and maybe ruin the relationship with the only one who wants you for what? For some tits or whatever the fuck hormones does to you”

“That’s not even true! I- I’m not that horrible! I am sure someone else would want me!” 

“Oh like Janus? That fucking creep!? Yeah sure like he would want you for more than a month”

“What the hell is even your deal!?” Remy nearly yelled “Have you never like looked at some I dunno pre hormones trans guy and thought he was pretty even if he looked kinda feminine? Like??? Is it really that simple that you’d magically just stop being into me ‘cause I looked a tiny bit less like a man? Ain’t all that sexuality stuff just a bit more complicated”

“I dunno!! I’m not going around oogling at random trans men!! Why the fuck are You doing that?? Are you talking to someone?” 

He reached for their phone but Remy took it before him and held it away from him.

“You’re a paranoid mess! I’m not talki-”

He grabbed onto their wrist and bent their fingers one by one to take the phone from them. He could hear Remy wince. He could feel them tremble. He still did it. It hurt so bad it actually felt like they were going to pass out.

“If- If you’re not gonna let me get hormones at least let me have my pain meds again. Please” Remy nearly begged.

Virgil wasn’t even looking at them. He was scrolling through their messages. “You’re making up for lying to me remember? You’re gonna get the meds soon enough. I promise”

“It’s my body! You realize that right!? I’m the one who has to be in pain ‘cause of you! I’m the one who has to deal with the dysphoria ‘cause of you! I’m starting to think it’s kind of fucking bullshit you get to decide all this just ‘cause you feel I wronged you or-”

“THEN GO TO THE PHARMACY!” Virgil slammed the phone down into the covers of the bed as he yelled it out “I’M NOT STOPPING YOU! GET THE MEDS OR HORMONES OR WHATEVER!”

“Virgil you Know I can barely walk through the apartment. You can’t expect me to-”

“You can’t expect me to do everything for you all the fucking time! I got you a bag of poppers, aren’t you supposed to be happy over that!? You’re acting like a spoiled child”

Remy grimaced “YOU ACT LIKE THE RELATIONSHIP WILL BE RUINED IF YOU STOP BEING ATTRACTED TO ME. SOMETIMES IT FEELS LIKE YOU JUST SEE ME AS A BODY OR LIKE A THING YOU CAN USE TO MAKE YOURSELF BE-”

“Oh please you can’t expect everything I say to be thought through and exactly what I mean. Especially when you’re overreacting and yelling and all that. You’re misinterpreting what I say and do to you by choice y’know. Even if you don’t fully realize it you do. You’re gonna get your meds eventua-”

They slammed their hands down into the covers even if it hurt like hell “I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO DESERVE THE RIGHT TO MY MEDS! IT’S BULLSHIT. YOU’RE PUTTING ME THROUGH BULLSHIT BECAUSE YOU’RE BEING SELFISH. YOU’RE THE ONE IN THE WRONG!”

Virgil’s hands pressed against their throat. 

Remy flinched away but there was nowhere to go. Their breathe was cut off. There was a look of rage in Virgil’s eyes as he glared at them.

“Shut up”

Remy didn’t even have time to respond before he’d let go. He blinked while staring down at his hands. 

“...i....i didn’t mean to...it just happened...my hands just moved....i promise i didn’t mean to...i wasn’t thinking....you just made me so angry...you were being so unreasonable...you weren’t letting me speak properly...you just made me too angry...i didn’t....i didn’t...”

He took a sharp breathe and looked over to Remy. They were trembling. They wanted to get up and run out of the room but they knew they would most likely pass out if they tried.

“Remy...Babe...Darling...Let’s just get high and not think about this. Let’s just not mention the meds or the hormones again. Okay? You just make me so angry since the...the chronic pain is making you all overemotional and confused. I’ll get you your meds eventually I promise. Just not right now. Just any day now. Let’s just get high okay?”

Remy didn’t want to let it go. They didn’t want to let the meds or the hormones go. But they....they felt genuinely scared. Scared of Virgil. Scared of their boyfriend.

They were too stunned to speak so they just nodded.

“Good. Okay good” Virgil grabbed onto the bag of weed that had been left on the floor. While he leant down he took out a popper and handed it to them. Remy forced their stale fingers to take it and put it up to their nose. They hoped if they got high they would stop flinching at every little motion Virgil made.

[mythiccheroacademia]

Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕

A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋 I enjoyed this way too much

All characters are 18+

Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line 

Todoroki Shouto:

this mf has money to burn 

we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass 

he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy 

he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps 

he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then

he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy

todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms 

when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀 

best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀

he was a tough one

but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement

you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes

todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business 

it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way? 

he only wants to have conversations with you 

i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are

todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants 

but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for 

you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to 

he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip

next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp

you kind of panicked bc like...wtf? 

your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”

sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period

him: “Yes.”

and that was the end of that

you dont question anymore

he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance 

doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something

he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can

but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot

and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning 

he really fucks w your laid back vibe 

sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends 

Takami Kiego (Hawks):

this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy

he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious

so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this 

he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends 

the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity. 

you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since

so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some 

“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement” 

you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal 

hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy

he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”

he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line

it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice 

however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons

ngl his dicc game is fire

he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it 

just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit

if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken

he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go 

if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip 

but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet 

and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite

there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does 

he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”

if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk  

overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled

Mirodirya Izuku:  

the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident

the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful 

he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first

he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by 

it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one 

he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes

he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts

that’s when he made his decision

by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number 

“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”

and what did you do that night?

you called his ass right back

you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set

midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there 

you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days 

he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus

takes you out shopping unprovoked 

izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”

you: 🏃🏾‍♀️💨  

you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer? 

it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps 

he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love

deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first

if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku

he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it

send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust 

when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you

you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly

soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week 

you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you 

he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself 

your next conversation works out well for the both of you 

[joon-bugs]

Unsatisfied

-Its been a while since I wrote a Yoongi fic- 

“I love you so much baby. So so much.” His words were muffled in your hair but you could still hear him. Sweat broke out onto your skin, mingling with the tears that had escaped your eyes. You sniffled, unaware that you were crying until it was too late. 

word count: 1,630

pairing: Yoongi/Reader

genre: smut/angst 

warnings: swearing, oral (male receiving), masturbation (if you squint), female domination 

It was quiet in the apartment. Almost too quiet. Usually the silence was accompanied by the subtle clack of a keyboard and the occasional yawn from your overworked boyfriend. But today it felt..off. Wrong.

        It had been a long day at the office, and you were just glad to be home. As you stepped out of your heels you groaned in relief, your aching toes sinking deep into the soft carpet. I should really invest in a pair of flats. You thought, placing your jacket and purse on the kitchen counter. You stretched slowly, the stress of the day evident in your limbs. You glanced around the living space, wondering where your missing half could be.

        The immediate lights had been off upon your arrival, but that didn't mean they all were. Your boyfriend could be found working  in many areas of the apartment, especially the bedroom. You smirked, licking your lips at the image.

       You treaded across the floor, peering into each room, anticipation rising within you.

    It wasn’t until you got to the last door at the end of the hall that you paused. It was closed,  but there was the dim reflection of light from under the door. Yoongi's studio. You don’t know why a feeling of dread washed over you at the sight. This was completely normal. Yoongi was just working. Wasn’t he? You put your hand on the doorknob and twisted it, the hinges silent as the apartment.

You could see nothing at first, the low lighting affecting your vision, casting the room in dark blurry shadows. Those shadows soon morphed into two distinctive ones however.

She was a redhead, although not naturally so. Her hair was long, spilling over her shoulders and down her naked back. Her head bobbed up and down, her moans low muffled. The roots of her dark hair contrasted sharply to the pale fingers twisted in her scalp and the figure above her.

Min Fucking Yoongi. He seemed to be enjoying himself if the noises he was making was anything to go by. He was gripping the woman tightly, pushing his hips into her mouth, groaning words of encouragement. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, so it was no wonder he hadn’t responded to your entrance.

“Mother..FUCKER!” You yelled, crossing your arms.

Yoongi’s eyes shot open and he gasped, noticing you in the doorway. He pushed the redhead to the floor before jumping up, tucking himself back in his pants.

“Babe..I wasn’t expecting you home so soon.” He said breathlessly, his cheeks tinged pink. His disheveled look only made you angrier and you raised a hand to slap his face. His head whipped to the side and you heard a small gasp from the girl he had thought to replace you with.  

“I’ve been working my ass off all day and this is what I come home too? You sticking your dick down some bitch’s throat?” Your breathing was heavier now, your eyes hot, a signal of tears to come.

“Y/N..it isn’t what you think. She means nothing to me. You’re the one I love.” He turned to look at you, his voice calm. The girl on the floor snorted and pulled herself up, putting her clothes back on and gathering up her other items. She walked past Yoongi but not before giving him a chaste kiss on his colored cheek.

“Same time next week? You know how to find me..” She slid her hand down his arm in a seductive manner before stepping around you, her hips swaying.

You wanted to rip the dye right out of her, but dealing with Yoongi was your biggest priority. You pushed his chest until he fell onto the couch and stood above him, glaring.

“Am I not good enough Yoongi? Am I so bad that you need to buy fucking prostitutes to be satisfied?” You spit, pleased to see you had his full attention. He looked as if he wouldn't answer but you weren’t going to accept his silence. You slammed your fist down on the armrest beside him.

“Answer me you bastard!”

“Baby..I have a problem I know. I just get so lonely, and you’re gone so much.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That’s such bullshit and you know it. I work too much? Only so you can pursue your dream of being a producer. You’re lonely? God, it's like you’re a child. I don’t deserve this shit.” You blinked against the wetness gathering in your eyes, clenching your fists at your side. Yoongi swallowed up at you, peering through the fringe of his bangs.

“Baby I need you. I promise it won’t happen again I swear. I love you.” He pleaded, bringing his hands to touch your hips. You flinched, your mouth turning down in a grimace.

“Don’t touch me.”

His hands stayed in position, but they began to rub into the fabric of your blouse. You thought back to earlier in the week when those hands had teased and fondled. He had taken his pleasure from you time and time again, and you had been happy to give into his desires. But now..now he owed you your own pleasure. Just this once.

“You love me? Then show me. Take off your clothes and lay back.” You ordered, slipping into your office manager role. Yoongi blinked owlishly for a moment, his eyes searching yours.

“Now, Min Yoongi.”  

Said man quickly shed his clothes and lowered his body to the leather couch, his mouth open. You glanced down, noticing his erection still remaining, hard and leaking at the tip. I guess he didn't get to finish. You grimaced, pulling your underwear down and off your legs, deciding to leave your skirt and blouse on. He didn't deserve to see you in your naked glory. Not anymore.

You swung your legs so that your thighs were on the outside of his. You looked at the length of him, before grasping it in a tight fist. Yoongi hissed, his hands coming up to grip yours.

“Don't touch me. Keep your hands off me or I'll rip this off.” You gave him a hard squeeze to show you were serious. He let out a noise of pain, but moved his hands to clench the couch. You positioned your heat over him and slowly sunk down, clenching your teeth in pain. Shit. You thought, the stretch uncomfortable. Yoongi was by no means small and you weren't wet enough to accommodate him easily.

“Ugh.” You bit out, wincing as he filled you. It felt too tight and much much too dry. You needed some sort of lubricant. You looked at Yoongi to see his lip pulled between his teeth. An idea came to mind. You put your fingers up near his mouth, holding your gaze with his.

“Suck them.”

A hot wet mouth engulfed your digits, coating them in saliva. The sucking noises he made helped create some dampness between your thighs though you knew you would need something a little more to get off. Once your fingers were thoroughly saturated, you lowered them to your clit, beginning to rub the area in a quick pace. You jerked against the intense sensation, finding a rhythm that suited you.

You rotated your hips, your free hand digging into Yoongi's abdomen. He let out a strangled noise, bucking his hips. You gave him a piercing stare, a warning for him to stay still. He was never one to follow the rules. Abruptly he lifted himself in a sitting position, pulling you into his chest. You gasped as this changed the angle and he hit your g spot over and over.

“You *huff* don't get to *huff* touch me!” You tried to push the boy back down but he held you in a death grip, pounding deep into you. You threw your head back, your body jiggling at the powerful force in Yoongi's movements.

“Tell me how much you love me.” You blurted, throwing your arms around his neck.

“I love you so much baby. So so much.” His words were muffled in your hair but you could still hear him. Sweat broke out onto your skin, mingling with the tears that had escaped your eyes. You sniffled, unaware that you were crying until it was too late.

Thick trails of the liquid marked your cheeks before coming to rest between your two pressed bodies. Yoongi grunted, biting into your collarbone. You cried out, too far gone to tell him to stop, to tell him how shitty of a boyfriend he was. In one more hard thrust you came, loudly crying out as your body lurched. Yoongi was close too you could tell, but you weren't about to let him finish. In a flash you rolled to the floor, taking Yoongi with you. The two of you separated, with him falling to hit his head on the table.

You stood on shaky legs, still feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm. You watched as he got to his knees, holding his skull. He was still hard, his dick looking as if it was begging for attention. But you were through. He had experienced your touch for the last time and would regret ever hurting you. You adjusted your mussed hair and turned to the door. You placed your hand on the knob, noticing your shaking hands. You paused, taking in a shaky breath.  

“You should probably call that whore to finish you off. Maybe she’ll be able to satisfy you where I couldn’t..” You sobbed, rushing out of the room. The world was suddenly too blurry for you to handle and you crumpled to the floor, holding yourself in trembling hands as your body tried to disappear into the carpet. 

Written by Rose