hey so you know that vicious cycle of mental health making you unproductive which makes your mental health worse? don’t worry friend I am here with something that can help
just get one thing done. break the cycle. it doesn’t have to be some big task. in fact it’s better if it isn’t. decide on something that takes five minutes or less. keep it tiny and manageable - the key is to feel like you’ve accomplished something, so when your brain is all, you can’t even do a single thing all day except lay in bed being useless, you can be like, oh but I did do something, brain, suck on that. it might not seem like much at the time but it helps a lot to have something tangible you can point to
do you have dirty dishes in your bedroom? get rid of ‘em. you don’t have to wash them, just put them in the sink with soapy water. done. easy.
do you have a pile of empty water bottles sitting there? good for you staying hydrated. but you don’t need a mountain of plastic reminders. throw a few in the trash or in recycling. don’t worry about chasing down every single one, just pick a number. get rid of 5 or 10. easy, manageable even if you feel terrible. done.
do you need to do something early tomorrow? get something ready now. just one thing. lay out an outfit. fill the coffee maker so you can just press a button tomorrow. pack your backpack or purse. bonus benefit, future you will have an extra few minutes to breathe in the morning.
do you have a pet? spend 5 minutes with your pet. cuddle them. play tug of war. make baby noises at them. your pet loves you. I bet they miss you when you’re sad. you’ll both feel better.
has it been 3 weeks since you did laundry? pick your clothes up off the floor and put them in a laundry basket. don’t actually wash them or even take the basket anywhere. just collect the clothes for later so they aren’t spread all over. it’ll make actually doing them that much easier when you have more energy
did you manage to wash your clothes but not put them away? fold something. fold another thing. and one more. put them away. three things. you got this one.
did you do your one thing? good. I’m proud of you. even if it didn’t make you feel better, guess what? you did a thing. you got something done, you can be done now. you can go back to bed if you want.
My mother insists that I write you to formally thank you for speaking on behalf of us at the Wizengamot. Without your testimony, we most certainly would have faced time in Azkaban.
So: thank you.
If you were expecting any heartfelt words of gratitude, then you’ve mistaken me for those hero worshippers who submit their amateur poetry about you to The Daily Prophet. Even as a child, I could write better poetry than that.
Hoping to never speak to you again,
Please pass my appreciation on to your mother. I sincerely hope she is well.
As for you, I don’t need or expect your gratitude. That’s not why I helped you. You wouldn’t understand this of course, but those of us who have a heart, help others simply just to help others.
I also happen to enjoy and appreciate the notes people leave in The Daily Prophet for me. I’ve never heard any poetry from you, so I wouldn’t be so quick to throw stones.
Wishing you horrible misfortune,
Don’t give me that load of crock, Potter. Even heroes have ulterior motives.
I also highly doubt you enjoyed last week’s poem: “I see Harry Potter’s emerald eyes, they sparkle and shine, all magic defies.” What does that even mean?
Seeing through your media-trained lies,
Malfoy. You only think I’m lying because you can’t comprehend anyone’s perspective but your own.
That poem was heartfelt and thoughtful. I have a copy of it on my fridge - that’s a muggle appliance.
헐 - (something surprising or shocking) 대박! - Awesome! 배째! - Sue me! 행쇼 - Lets be happy 당근이지 - You bet 가뿐해 - I feel good 왜 사니? - What’s on your mind? 낚였어 /
낚았지? - You got me/ I got you, didn’t I? 너도 내 입장이 되어봐 - Put yourself in my shoes 이 짓이 지겨워 죽겠어 - This sucks 야, 친구 좋다는 게 뭐야? - What are friends for? 오해 하지 마세요 - Don’t get me wrong 니 맘대로 하세요 - Suit yourself 아직 옛날 실력 안 죽었어 - I’ve still got it 이 엄살쟁이 - You big baby 내 모든 걸 걸었어 - I put everything into it 강심장이군 - His heart is made out of stone 오늘은 내가 쏜다 - Today, it’s on me 맞장구 좀 쳐 주라 - Back me up 당당하게 살아라 - Stand tall 네가 보고싶어 죽겠어 - I’m dying to see you 혈통 문제로군 - It runs in the family
Oh. Your parents? Well, isn’t that nice. It’s just so nice that you stay in touch with your parents. Your nice, living progenitors who love you, and can talk to you! How does it feel, Lance? How does it feel to receive correspondence from the people who brought you into existence? Does it feel nice? I bet it feels nice!
Well… I guess I like it when my parents…
It’s also nice to afford things! I can afford things! Can you afford things?
(Whispers) I can afford happiness.
Do you want to spend Christmas at my house, Keith?
Do you think there's sexual tension between JM and JK?
Oh boy DO I! I mean, most of the times jikook is full of adoring glances, back-hugs and heart-eyes, you can say they are a soft couple, but then…
this kind of shit happens and all I can think is “WOW, am I interrupting something? Do you need some time alone?” and that’s only from seeing them through a screen, imagine how much tension you can feel in real life, I bet the air is so heavy you can barely breathe…
You and Taehyung pulled apart quickly, both looking at the figure, staring at you with a hard gaze and a clenched jaw. You gasped, “Yoongi.”
You and Taehyung stared at Yoongi and his eyes moved between the two of you. You were so overcome with fear at the moment, but what the scariest thing was, was that you couldn’t read Yoongi’s face. Taehyung was so still and uncharacteristically quiet, so you knew this wasn’t a dream. Your breath was shaky, “Yoongi,” you said again, slowly.
He looked at you and then at Taehyung with a chuckle. You were really lost at the moment. You went to speak again but Taehyung beat you to it, “Yoongi, i’m so sorry. I just had a fight with Jimin and kind of broke up with him and I just needed someone. I’m sorry, I know she’s yours. I just- fuck. I’m sorry.” Taehyung started to stand like he was going to leave.
“Sit down,” was all Yoongi said in a stern voice. That was the voice he used when you were in trouble so you pulled Taehyung to sit back down. You bit your lip for a moment before saying his name again, you wanted to snap him out of this. “Yoongi?”
“That’s daddy to you.” You saw anger in his eyes when they looked at you but when they shifted back to Taehyung you saw arousal. “You want to touch what’s mine?”
“Daddy, really this is just a misunderstanding.” You said and his eyes were still on Taehyung. “A misunderstanding?” Yoongi laughed. “Right, okay.” Yoongi started walking around the coffee table to you and your got goosebumps. He came over to you as he slightly picked you up from where you were and then sat, putting you between his legs on the couch. “You want my girl?” Yoongi said, looking over at Taehyung with a smirk.
Taehyung started to speak, “Yoongi I-”
“You know what? You call me daddy too, just for tonight.” Taehyung and your eyes got wide, looking at each other in disbelief. “You can call her Y/N or slut… since apparently she needs a cock so badly she’ll take it from someone who isn’t me.” Taehyung made a noise and you could see the hard on in his jeans. You could feel yourself getting wetter. “I mean, I bet my kitten is just dripping right now. Do you want to see?” He asked Taehyung and you both waited for his answer. Taehyung looked at Yoongi then you and then back Yoongi, his answer slightly surprising you. “I do, daddy.” You couldn’t breathe for a moment. The words were so sinful coming from Taehyung’s lips but they sounded so good. You could feel Yoonig’s hard on in your back. “Good boy. Now, take her shorts off.”
Taehyung nodded and quickly moved forward as he looked up at you for your approval. You nodded slowly and he pulled them down, stopping. “Underwear too?”
“Yes, good boy.” You could hear Yoongi’s shit eating grin. Taehyung slowly slide them down your body watching your reaction. “She’s dripping down her leg, isn’t she?” Yoongi asked as Taehyung nodded, “She is…”
“Y/N?” You heard Yoongi say.
“Touch yourself for Taehyung.”
You gulped slightly, “Yes, daddy.”
“That’s my good girl,” Yoongi said as you snaked your hand down your body to where your were aching to be touched. Although you had two men with you, You didn’t want to be the one touching yourself. “That’s right, open yourself up for him,” Yoongi brought you closer as you spread your legs, positioning one on the coffee table. You moaned as Yoongi griped one of your breasts as he told Taehyung, “Tell her what you want to see.”
“Um, uh- Put a finger inside yourself…” Taehyung said, you had never heard him unsure of himself. You could tell he was turned on though. He was trying to hide any insecurity. “Now,” he stated. You couldn’t believe how wet you were getting as you instead pushed two inside yourself, working them in with ease. You were so wet they were slipping in and out of you. “Fuck,” your head shot back, landing on Yoongi’s shoulder as he removed your hands. “Get on your knees kitten and get me ready to fuck you.” You whined but quickly complied, moving down and unbuttoning his pants as fast as you could, eager to have him in your mouth while Taehyung watched. “Tae, i’m going to fuck her first.” Yoongi’s words shot straight to your core, making you whimper and you got him out of his boxers. “You can see what she likes.”
His cock sprang free and you looked over at Taehyung while you took Yoongi’s cock in your hand and licked a long stripe from the base to the tip, making Yoongi shiver. You loved seeing the way Taehyung was looking at you as you took Yoongi’s cock into your mouth, bobbing and sucking his cock. You moaned around it and a whimper came from Taehyung that made you more than ready to have his dick inside of you.
Yoongi was trying to gain composure as he explained the rest of the rules to Taehyung. “You can use her for the night. Tell her what to do like the little dirty girl she is.” You still were staring at Taehyung when Yoongi grabbed the back of your head and forced you to gag around him. “She loves choking on a big cock.” Yoongi released you and you came off of him. “I think i’m ready enough. Taehyung, take off your pants so Y/N can suck you off and get you ready.” You got back up on the couch, positioning yourself doggystyle. “Suck Taehyung good, kitten.” Yoongi said as he stood up, rubbing your folds as Taehyung watched taking off the rest of his clothes. Yoongi then removed his shirt, “Don’t be afraid to do whatever you want with her.” Yoongi started to rub himself against you, making you tremble, you wanted him so badly. “Also, one more thing. I’m the only one who gets to come inside of her.” He pushed himself inside of you and Taehyung nodded.
“Fuck,” you shouted.
“I’m also the only one that gets to call her kitten because she’s mine.” Yoongi said as he was already fucking you hard. “Suck Taehyung like a good girl.” You moaned as you obliged, looking up at Taehyung while you took him inside of your mouth. “Oh, shit Y/N.” Taehyung said as he sat there on the couch letting his best friend who was a girl suck him off as her sugar daddy fucked her relentlessly. You were moaning around him and sucking like your life depended on it. Taehyung threw his head back as his grip on the couch tightened. Taehyung watched Yoongi hold onto your hips as he other hand tangled into your hair. You choked on Taehyung’s cock as Yoongi snapped his hips even harder. You came off of Taehyung, “Fuck right there.” you cried.
Taehyung watched with excitement. Wanting to dominate someone he surprised himself by saying, “Beg for daddy to let you come.” Both you and Yoongi stared at Taehyung. Yoongi smirked as he held your hair as tightly as he could, pulling you up and back to him, whispering in his ear. “Make Taehyung come like a good little slut and then beg for me to let you come like Taehyung said, got it?”
“Yes,” you panted as Yoongi fucked you, hitting that spot inside you that made you want to sing. You were already so close. You needed Taehyung to come quickly so Yoongi pushed you back down. You took Taehyung back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his wet cock, wondering what it would feel like inside of you. You moaned around Taehyung, making him curse as Yoongi did the same. “Goddamn, her pussy is always so fucking tight. Shit, I can feel her little cunt cleanching around me.” Yoongi’s eyes closed as the bend down, placing his forehead on your back, “So fucking good, kitten.”
Taehyung gripped your head, pushing you down. “Take me you little cock slut. Look at you, two guys at once. What a bad little girl you are.” Your strangled moan and desperation as you grabbed Taehyung’s thigh made him come in your mouth. You came off of him after you had milked him for all that he gave you. “Thank him,” Yoongi said, moving back up.
You looked up at Taehyung, “Thank you, thank you so much, Tae.” You could feel some of his cum on your lips. You licked it up as Taehyung whispered, Fuck, baby.” You would be embarrassed but it was too late for that.
“Daddy, please fuck me harder and let me come. I need you to come inside of me. Fuck, please!” You wanted to cry. You needed this so badly, you didn’t think you could hold it another moment.
“Come for daddy, kitten.” He started to pound you, the slapping sound ringing in your ears as you came so hard, you fell into the couch. “Yes, come for me!” Yoongi shouted as he came inside of you, filling you up in the way you loved. He slowly pulled out of you as you laid there for a moment, trying to catch your breath.
“Shit, she really does love cock. She’ll do anything for it.” Taehyung said and Yoongi smiled, “Kitten does love to be fucked. Let’s take her upstairs.” Taehyung nodded to him, “Sure thing, daddy” Taehyung said as he picked you up, naked with Yoongi’s cum falling out of you as you tightly held onto him watching Yoongi look at you from over Taehyung’s shoulder. “Thank you, daddy.” Yoongi grinned, “It’s not over yet, kitten.”
Taehyung walked into your room and threw you on the bed. Yoongi came and sat over on his side of the bed as Taehyung stood over you, licking his lips. You looked at Taehyung, craving his long thick cock inside of you. “Fuck her missionary and choke her, she won’t last long.” Yoongi chuckled as she started to stroke himself.
“With pleasure, daddy.” Taehyung smiled at him as he crawled on the bed and spread your legs for him. “Is that pretty little pussy wet for me already?” Taehyung asked as he rubbed your heat slightly with Yoongi’s cum still inside of you. “I always hear Yoongi fucking you hard, you love it hard. Don’t you?”
You nodded, “I do.” You answered quickly as Taehyung deeply chuckled, “Sometimes I just want to come over here and join and now I finally am.” he slowly pushed himself inside of you as he breathed out, tilting his head back.
“Oh shit,” you moaned. He wasn’t as girthy as Yoongi but he was slightly longer than him. “Please Taehyung fuck my sluttly little pussy, I need you.” You said and you heard Yoongi curse. “You asked for it,” He put your hands above his head, “Keep them there.” Taehyung’s hands moved down your body as he gripped your hips tightly. So tightly it would probably bruise and he just started pounding you. You couldn’t even breath all the sudden. You wanted to move your hands so badly, wanted to scrape them down his back. You almost had moved them but Yoongi stopped you. You were bouncing on Taehyung’s cock looking at Yoongi who was holding you down while touching himself. “Daddy it’s so good, he feels so good.”
“Look at me,” Taehyung stated. You looked back at him as thrusts got sloppy. His hand flew to your neck, gripping it just as tight as you could take it.
“That’s it you dirty girl, take my fucking cock while daddy watches.”
Your mouth opened but nothing came out, you body was numb. It all felt so good. Taehyung bet down and got right into your face. “Are you ready to come already? Such a little slut,” he chuckled and raised and eyebrow. “You going to come all over my cock, aren’t you? You just got fucked by two guys like it was no big deal, mhhh. You love cock just as much as I do.” He smiled and you cried out, “Oh my god! I’m coming.”
“That’s right, come for him.” you heard Yoongi say in his husky voice and that was it for you.
You came around Taehyung as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Y/N, fuck you feel so damn good. So fucking tight.” Taehyung quickly pulled out of you, coming on your stomach as your tired body went against you and suddenly fell straight to sleep.
When you woke up you were in bed with Yoongi. Yoongi was still fast asleep. You looked on the other side of your bed and you could see the imprint of Taehyung’s head on the pillow. Honestly and even smelled a little bit like him.
Moments of last night flashed through your mind. Of course you still couldn’t believe what happened. It all felt like just a fantasy. A fantasy that you didn’t even know you wanted. You decided to get up and go to the kitchen, when you walked in you were met with a familiar face. “Tae, hi,” you smiled as you walked through the doorway.
“Hey, handsome.” He tried to smile.
“I thought you had left, you weren’t in bed.” You walked in, kissing his cheek as you went to grab some coffee. You found your favorite mug and started to pour the coffee.
“Yeah, Jimin called me.”
You stopped for a moment. “Oh did he? You two talked?” You finished, getting the sugar and milk you wanted.
“Yeah, he wants to later. We talked a little on the phone.” Taehyung played with his cup of coffee as you sat down at the table with him.
“What did you talk about?” You took a slow sip.
You slightly choked on your coffee, “Tae!”
He laughed, “I needed him to know. I’m not going to start lying to him now.”
“Does he know Yoongi was there?” You asked curiously. Taehyung stayed quiet and you laughed. “Tae,” you sighed with another laugh.
“We wanted her first threesome to be together. Maybe you could join us for that.” He wiggled his eyebrows, looking at you.
“Yeah right, I’m sure you both want a man.”
“True, also Jimin probably hates you right now.”
“Shit, you’re probably right.” You sighed again, “Well at least you told him most of the truth. You still have a lot to talk about.”
“Yeah, we’re supposed to meet tonight at six.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung chuckled. “honestly I’m scared to go back over there.”
“That’s understandable, all of your stuff is there, your life with him is there.” Taehyung just nodded and you took his hand. “He has a lot of explaining to do and so do you. Especially last night,” you both laughed, “but you two should be able to work things out. You both need to be honest and Jimin needs to come out and be himself. This can’t work if he goes back into hiding.”
Taehyung scoffed, “I won’t hold my breath.” His phone buzzed, “Shit, I have an audition. I need to go.” He stood up and kissed your head. “Thank you for last night.”
You smiled up at him, holding his hand as he walked away. He left and he heard the front door open and close this whole situation is fucked up, you couldn’t help but laugh you had just had sex with your best friend and yet the relationship between the two of you is fine. Honestly it was like any other day.
You looked at the clock on the coffee pot and realized you had an hour before class and then you had rehearsal after. You got excited, ready to see Yugyeom. So are you headed upstairs with a fresh cup of coffee for Yoongi.
Once you go to your room Yoongi was still asleep, in your bed. You put the cup of coffee on the nightstand next to him, figuring the smell would wake him. Although, he looked so peaceful you couldn’t help but grin.
You jumped into the shower washing your hair, cleaning yourself from last night. You couldn’t believe that you had two men inside of you in the same night. One, your best friend and the other who is someone you have been seeing for a while. You couldn’t believe that Yoongi let someone else fuck you. This was so not you. Then again you didn’t think you would ever sleep with someone for money.
You got out, drying yourself off and walking back into your room to a naked Yoongi, sitting up in your bed and drinking coffee. “Morning, kitten.”
“Morning,” you smiled at him. Walking to your dresser, you picked out clothes for the day. You heard the bed shuffle behind you and suddenly Yoongi was pressed up against you.
“I was about to come and join you in the shower,” he pouted playfully.
“I’m sorry, I have class soon. I was in a hurry.”
Yoongi slowly pulled the towel off your cold, wet body, “Can’t you blow that off today?” He pressed his naked body against yours. Caressing your skin with his fingertips.
“No,” you giggled and grab underwear and some other clothes. “Today we have a ballerina coming in we have to watch. Then later I have rehearsal.”
“What, you can’t miss one day to spend it with me?” He asked in a mysterious tone.
Your body suddenly filled with excitement from his words. You had never seen him like this and as tempting as it was to stay, you couldn’t miss class. “You know you pay for me to go, right?” You put your underwear and bra on as he watched, “I can’t just skip out.”
“Speaking of that, we need to talk about money soon.” He sat on the edge of the bed.
You froze for a moment. Money. The money your dad gave him? Either way you’re afraid of that conversation. What if he told you, you should take the money and go? What if he begged you to stay? Was that you wanted or did you want to stay? “We do?” you asked innocently as you slipped on a shirt and walked over, sitting in his lap. He smiled and pulled you on top of him to talk as he laid down. “Yeah, don’t worry about it though. It’s not bad.” He smacked your ass, making you jump and he chuckled. “I’m not broke or anything.”
“Well, I wouldn’t care about that.” you said all too quickly, not really thinking about what you meant.
Yoongi’s face suddenly looked worried and almost… scared. He sat up quickly and pushed you off. He grabbed his pants and you sat there a little dumbfounded. “Yoongi, I didn’t mean it like if you lost everything right now I meant-”
“I know what you meant… I need to go to work.”
“Could we go to movies after I practice? I haven’t been in so long?” You pouted slightly, you didn’t give a shit about the movie. Yoongi never took you out, let alone begged you to skip class so he could be with you.
His phone rang suddenly, “Shit.” Yoongi looked around, wondering where it was as he got dressed. You walked over to the nightstand, picking it up and handing it to him, seeing a woman’s name. He grabbed it out of your hand and cursed before he answered it, walking across the hall to his office. You tired to listen in but it was mostly coming from the other end. “No, i’m not home. I’ll be at work in an hour, okay? I’ll see you then.” he hung up and you tried to look busy as you finished putting on your clothes.
“Okay, we can go tomorrow, I need to run for now.” Yoongi said, putting on his clothes as you went to put a tad bit of makeup on. “Alright, goodbye.” You were waiting for a kiss but he moved beside you, grabbing his charger and huffed a quick, ‘bye’ as he left abruptly. You sighed to yourself, you really never knew with him.
You didn’t think that he would even pick you up on Wednesday afternoon, after he bailed on you yesterday and the day before, but that night he was at your door telling you that you had 15 minutes to get ready and then you were going to leave.
You of course rushed and once you got to the theater had an extra 20 minutes before the movie started. You looked at Yoongi angrily and he just shrugged saying, “I had to lie so you would hurry. Girls take too long.” You, of course, rolled your eyes, earning a smack on your ass from Yoongi in front of a few people. You were mortified but Yoongi just chuckled and went into the arcade.
Once Yoongi was in the arcade he won a stuffed puppy on his first try, playing the claw machine. You didn’t think anyone had ever one. You could play for five years and still not won anything but of course on his first try he would win. What was worse is that he wouldn’t even give you the puppy. You thought that he had won it for you but he saw a little girl walking with her mother and handed it to her with a smile. The little girl was ecstatic, taking it and saying thank you over and over and the mom was obviously very much attracted. You had even watched her try to give him her number but you stole him away quickly ready to go find a good seat for the movie.
You’ve tried not to show that you were jealous but you doubted that was working. You didn’t want to be the one who liked him more than he liked you. Of course that sounded so high school but you couldn’t help it. This was all still so new to you. You didn’t want to seem needy. You wanted to make your own rules too.
Once you walked in the theater there was only one other guy in the room, close to the front. You were trying to find a seat in the middle but Yoongi dragged you to the back for some reason. The movie started and no one else joined in there. You were even exactly wanting to watch the movie. You were mostly just wanting Yoongi to take you out. You want to be with him in a setting that wasn’t your home. Sometimes you wanted to feel like more than just a sex toy, even though that’s what you got paid for.
You lazily paid attention to the movie, it seemed pretty interesting although you couldn’t remember what it was called. You were mostly just looking at the main guy. You couldn’t help it but bite your lip at one particular shirtless scene, then all the sudden you felt a hand on your thigh. You didn’t remember why you wore a skirt tonight, it was just the first thing that you grabbed that was easy to put on since you were in a rush, but yet you were kind of glad that you did wear one.
You tensed but then quickly relaxed as Yoongi’s hand moved from the top of your thigh to the inside, gently grazing your skin. Yoongi’s touch always felt so good and calming. His hands were so calloused from working yet they were so soft. You loved how much he felt like a man when he was fucking you. You loved having his body against yours, it was so familiar to you.
You looked over at him and he smiled slightly. He wanted you, you could see it on his dimly lit face. You weren’t going to deny that you wanted him just as much. You couldn’t help but bite your lip again. He took that as an invitation. All of the sudden his cold fingers were rubbing you through your panties. You couldn’t help but gasp, “Yoongi,” you whimpered. “There’s still a guy in here.”
He stared at you while his fingers moved your panties to the side and dipped inside of you, “Your point?”
“But Yoon-” you opened your legs for him even though you were going to resist for a moment.
“I’m getting real fucking tired of having to tell you to call me daddy, you know what you’re getting paid for.” His mouth was so close to yours and you hated yourself for being turned on by his words. It was like a guilty pleasure being talked to like that. Then again, you didn’t believe and guilty pleasures, you knew you liked it and he wanted more.
“Kitten wants daddy to fuck her even if this theater was filled.”
His face didn’t change but you could see his eyes light up. “You’re my dirty little girl aren’t you?”
You nodded, “I am daddy, I just love being getting fucked by you like the slut I am.” You said as he started to rub you harder. He quickly pushing two fingers inside of your wetness, still rubbing your clit with his thumb. After a few minutes moved his fingers in and out of you, curling them, making you moan.
You sat there, taking his fingers, holding onto the chair, you were in, ever so tightly. He was thrusting his fingers and then telling you what a little whore you were for letting him touch you in a public place. You had never gotten to experience public sex and you were very much enjoying it. The thought of being caught by someone was exhilarating. Your body was just thriving on the chaos that was Min Yoongi.
“I’m about to come,” you said, you were so ready to release but of course he removed his fingers. “Wha-” then suddenly his fingers were replaced in your mouth. You knew that he loved whenever you tasted yourself, so you suck them dry, tasting how sweet you were.
“My kitten tasting herself, fuck that’s sexy.” He whispered. “Get over here.” He suddenly pulled you into his lap. It was abrupt and you didn’t know where this was going. You were kind of hoping that the movie was almost over so that he would take you home and properly ruin you. Then again you figured he had other plans and you were going to enjoy it.
Yoongi undid his pants pushing them down slightly as he quickly pulled your underwear down your legs and put them in his pocket. You were slightly pushed up on his lap as he positioned himself and pushed inside of you. The air quickly left your lungs as you grab onto the armrest, holding yourself up. “Fuck, daddy. Yes!” You were trying to stay quiet, but you couldn’t help that you were loud.
Yoongi slowly moved in and out of you. It was painfully slow, he even stay that way for a few minutes, barely moving in and out of you. He loved when you whined for him, begging him. To him it just meant that you wanted so much more, even if it was only this way.
“Yoongi, please.” You begged as he started move a little faster, chuckling in your ear. “Mh, kitten wants more?” He snapped his hips one hard time.
“Yes!” You couldn’t help but scream out slightly. The guy in the front turned around as Yoongi slammed his hand over your mouth pulling you back and helping you hide slightly. The guy turned back around as he settled back in his chair, watching the rest of the movie.
“Kitten are you trying to get caught?” Yoongi asked, his hand still tight, making you so wet with him inside you. You could feel his dick twitch inside of you as you shook your head. He was still and you didn’t know if you could handle it much longer. “I bet you want to be caught.”
You made a noise trying to look over at him then suddenly he snapped his hips and your eyes roll back inside your head. “You would love if someone saw you like this, huh? You want people to see what a little slut you are. Because you’re a bad kitten, daddy’s bad kitten.”
It was all becoming too much for you. He was thrusting in and out of you at the lightning pace. You were moaning so loud through his hand you were surprised that the guy didn’t turn back around. He pulled you back, into him, still whispering in your ear. Your legs were trembling as he spoke his soft and tempting words. Then suddenly you couldn’t see the black screen anymore, everything was white.
You came and soon after and so did he, grunting in your ear. He was gripping your hair so tightly after he removed his hand from your mouth you couldn’t help but cry out. Luckily, the movie had already ended and the credits were rolling when you look up at the screen and the guy was gone. You caught your breath, trying to stand up but almost fell. Yoongi caught you as he buttoned his pants back up. You trying to get your panties back from him but he wouldn’t let you have them.
You fought from rolling your eyes at him. You pulled down your skirt and he took your hand, leading you out of the theater and to his car.
You got into the car with him. You couldn’t believe what you had just done in the theater. You were still giddy about the whole thing. He really got you out of your comfort zone and to try new things. You felt so alive when you were with him, you couldn’t explain it.
He reached over and placed his hand on your thigh, gripping it again, as he backed out of the space. “I’m tired,” he chuckled.
“Me too,” you smiled to yourself.
“Where we going? This isn’t the way to my house.” You were headed downtown. You loved downtown but you were too tired to walk around and go do stuff right now. Plus it was pretty late in the evening since you had caught a later showing and the movie was long, then again Yoongi had fucked you so hard you were ready for bed.
“Oh shit, I’m so tired I completely forgot to drop you off at home. I was headed to my apartment.” Yoongi’s gruff voice was heard through your ringing ears. His apartment, you thought.
You weren’t going to lie, you had thought about what his apartment my look like for a long time. You just hated that you had never actually gotten to see it or even heard about it. You just liked to imagine it, but that was when you first started seeing him. After awhile your place just felt like home to both of you.
You didn’t want to say anything that might make him take you back to your house because you really wanted to see how and where he lived. You wanted to take a peek into his world.
You sat there quietly in the passenger seat and Yoongi looked over at you. “Uh, do you mind if I take you home in the morning?” His gaze kept shifting to the road and then back at you, waiting for an answer.
You couldn’t believe it. Soon enough you’d actually be in his apartment. This might not seem like a big deal to anyone else but you never know if you would ever see it, let alone get to actually sleep in there with him. “That’s fine, I don’t mind. I don’t have class until one so it’s fine.” You played off your excitement with a shrug. Yoongi looked at you one last time before speaking, “Alright, i’ll take you home first thing in the morning.”
You didn’t know if he actually wanted you there or if he was just tired. You got you thinking about how many women he had over at his apartment. Did lots of girls get to go in? Or did he buy them houses like you so he could come see them? Then again, was there anyone before you? You would never asked, of course you didn’t imagine him actually telling you.
You looked over at him, studying the features on the familiar face. You might know his body like the back of your hand but you had no idea who he was and that scared you. You have been seeing him for a year next week but he was still a mystery just like the first day you met him. Part of you was attracted to that, the fact that he was so mysterious and different. Another part of you just wanted to get to know him, just wanted a life with him. That would never happen now, you couldn’t imagine actually being in a relationship with someone who had paid you to have sex with them.
Once you were downtown, he pulled into a parking garage. You had recognized this part of town. It was very nice. You have been down here a couple of times to party and see shows, walking by the different apartments and wondering what it be like to live in them. He punched in the security code, and the gate opened.
Your body shook with anticipation. You couldn’t believe that you were about to actually walk around where Yoongi did all the time, see his nightly routine, see were his slept and even sleep with him.
He found a parking space and quickly got out of the car. You slowly got out and as you were going to open the door it was suddenly opened for you. Yoongi helped you out of his car and you smiled slightly as he held your hand walking you to the elevator. Suddenly he punched in another number and you were taken up.
Yoongi didn’t say anything he just hold your hand and you were somehow very calm. It was like he knew this was a big deal for you, hell, it was probably a big deal for him. Honestly, when you first started doing this with him, you didn’t think it would last as long as you did. You thought you might be around for a couple of months and then be gone once you got a good amount of money. You liked it too much though. You liked being needed and wanted by someone who could have anything. You liked being the thing that that person came home to, that person craved.
The doors to the elevator opened and you were met with his apartment. You slightly gasped and Yoongi laughed, “I would say not quite the reaction I usually get but I never bring anyone here.” He pulled you in and you were met with a wide open space. To your right you could see his kitchen, it was nice and big but look like it had never been used. To your left you could see the what was the dining room. You thought if he never brought anyone over here why would he even have a room like that.
As he brought you down the hall, you saw his living room. That room looked like he spent some time there. You could see on one of the couch cushions the imprint of his body. It had a nice big TV with the fireplace under it. His apartment was pretty big. But you wondered if he ever got lonely with all this stuff. He showed you the spare bedroom and then showed you his office. His office was the one that looks the most lived in out of everything. You could see music written all over the floor and table, his instruments askew, but the most interesting thing in that room were the pictures that were up.
Of course there were the records and awards he had won, but then you saw pictures of him with other people, smiling and having fun. You wondered who these people were, if they were his family or his friends. Were they important to hiim? Did you think you would ever stay around long enough to meet them?
Yoongi whined he was tired as he pulled you out of his office and headed toward the last door at the end of the hall.
“This isn’t where you show me your red room of pain, is it?” You asked and Yoongi genuinely laughed. “No, not tonight.” He winked and you smiled back. He opened the door and you were met with a forest green colored room, a big king sized bed with black sheets and a few bookshelves.
You saw his bathroom off to the side. It looked huge and what was even better was the big bathtub that he had. “Do you have a bathtub and a shower?” You asked as you walked over to the room to peak your head.
“Yeah,” Yoongi shrugged off his jacket. “I don’t really ever use the bathtub though.” You sighed to yourself, “So nice.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” you shook your head and looked over at him with a smile.
He nodded as he rid himself of his clothes. You just stood there and watched. “So, you said that many people don’t come here?”
He looked at you with an unimpressed look as he handed you a shirt of his, “No, Y/N, I don’t bring girls here.”
“I didn’t ask,” you shrugged as you started to undress with him.
“Your mouth might’ve said one thing about your eyes said another.”
You rolled your eyes and he made a ‘tsk’ sound at you. “Sorry,” you apologized quickly. You were too tired to make him angry and be punished at the moment.
While Yoongi pulled the blankets back. You decided to look at the things in his room. On his dresser there was a pretty big TV, along with his colognes and some jewelry. On his bookcases there were different books about music and biographies, there were also some romantic books which threw you off. There were a couple of different pictures. There was one of him and Namjoon then there was another of him and a Hoseok. That one you wanted to steal since it had your two favorite men in it. The third one was Yoongi, Namjoon and another older looking woman in front of Agust D records. You wanted to ask but he had called you to bed.
“Come on Kitten, daddy’s tired.” He said as he climbed.
“Alright,” you pushed your thoughts away and climbed into bed with him, facing him. His eyes were already closed as you turn off the lamp on the bedside table. You wanted to talk for a moment, you wanted to cherish the moments of being in Yoongi’s apartment. You didn’t want this to suddenly be all over once he fell asleep and woke up. “You have a lovely home,” you whispered and Yoongi made a noise in reply. “It’s barely a home,” he said just above a whisper.
You wanted to ask what that meant but all the sudden he spoke again. “Y/N, this coming Friday I have a gala event. Normally I would go by myself but Namjoon said that if I try to do that again he would set me up with someone.” You couldn’t help but make a noise as he said that the thought of him being with someone else made your skin crawl. “I need you to be my date. I know that’s not what you signed up for but I went ahead and put extra money in your account for it. Now you can go out to one of the stores here downtown tomorrow and pick something out. I have credit most of them so pick out whatever you want.”
You couldn’t believe what he was asking of you. You were going to be seen in public with him. Was that something you wanted? Was that something he wanted? All you knew was that you were suddenly filled with happiness, maybe you did want this.
“Okay, um I’ll do that then.”
“Good girl,” you saw Yoongi open his eyes for a brief moment in the darkness, lean in and kiss your lips quickly. “Night, kitten.”
“Goodnight,” you whispered to him in the darkness, falling asleep as soon as he brought his arms around you.
Plot: You learn your lesson, a lesson about never lying. To never lie about how good your boyfriend is in bed.
I couldn’t do it. Desperate moans, fingers working vociferously at my clit. Images of my boyfriend painted in my mind. I just could not do it. No matter what I tried. A bath, a sexy movie, listening to my boyfriend’s music. Nothing worked better than his touch. And he deprived me of it recently. I just couldn’t cum without him.
I was driven mad by this. Entirely desperate for such an unobtainable release. I knew he was the only one whom could grant this, and I resented him so much for denying it. Sure, he was busy. But how busy can a man be to deprive his girlfriend of her own basic needs? I needed to vent before a fight brewed. So, I did just that.
“Y/N… Why don’t you just talk to him about it?” My best friend confided in me. We were face timing, and I was begging for a solution to such a peculiar problem.
My eyes widened, “No! Are you kidding! If I were to talk to him about this he would just write me off as being horny and annoying, not sexy and needy.” I snapped suddenly at my friend, my own sexual tension, and frustration beginning to escape through words.
Her eyes stared at me for a moment, a smile erupting on her face, “You are so sexually frustrated Y/N.” She exclaimed, laughing to the point of tears welling in her eyes.
I rolled your eyes, finding a small laugh bubbling up within you due to hearing her’s. I sighed, “It’s not funny, okay? He hasn’t done anything with me for, like, 2 weeks. I’m dying over here.” I whined, pouting at the joke of it.
My friend snickered, “Is it because you can’t get him up anymore?” She asked deviously, making me gasp immediately.
“What? No! That’s not it at all!” I defended myself, taken aback by her question. I had wondered about this for the past 2 weeks, but soon enough came to the conclusion that it wasn’t my fault, but rather his.
“Then why on earth would your boyfriend not want to fuck you?” My friend challenged, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed with her at this, shrugging my shoulders.
“I don’t know… He says he’s busy but when he is home he doesn’t do anything. I’ve been trying so damn hard. It feels like he doesn’t want me.” I relished in my own pity party, a frown overtaking my expression.
“Aww, Y/N… I’m sure it’s not your fault! You’re beautiful, okay? I bet he just feels awkward because he knows he isn’t fucking you right.” At this, I laughed. I laughed so hard that I snorted, catching both me and my friend by surprise.
“Come on though, Y/N… Spill it, he isn’t good in bed, is he? Because if he was, he’d be fucking you every night. Hell, if I were gay I would too.” My friend announced, making my laughter never cease to give up, “Come on! Just admit it.” She egged on.
“Okay, okay. I mean, the last time we did anything he couldn’t even make me cum.” I chimed in. My friend’s eyes lit up at this, “I knew it! He can’t make you cum, can he?” She exclaimed.
I went with the sarcasm of the situation and nodded, laughing with her, “Nope. He can’t.” I lied, making her raise her fists and cheer, “I knew it!”
“I can’t?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the happy aura of the environment, my friend going silent, holding back laughter from the awkward situation.