Suga Daddy: Part 1
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Yoongi gives you an offer you can’t refuse
This idea was loosely based on this vine. I just really wanted a daddy Yoongi story :)
Also, i’m sure this title is used all the time but it was too perfect. This is my first Yoongi fic so let me know what you think.
You had just gotten to back from class to your duplex. You lived in a very nice part of town for almost a year now. It was strange, even after ten months you were still getting used to all this. You’d come from a pretty wealthy family, but when you decided that you were going to go to school for dance and not to medical school your parents cut you off.
The first year had been the hardest. You didn’t speak to them until christmas, not having anywhere else to go. Even then you stayed in your room or with your brother. Plus you were close to your younger brother, Jungkook. He had even been sending you money while he could, not that you’d asked, but you were happy that he cared. You two had always been close, only really having each other. You told him you’d pay him back when you could but he wouldn’t hear of it. He’d wanted to be a singer but knew he had to follow in your parents footsteps or he’d get your same treatment.
Your parents still loved you, in a way. They mostly just felt betrayed by you. Like they didn’t know who you were and that was true, they didn’t. Not that they had ever really tried to, they only had expectations. They were barely ever around, being doctors themselves, and when they were around they were complaining about how tired they were or how hard they had it. So seeing that you never wanted to be as miserable as them, money or not. None the less, school without their money was hard at least the first year, luckily you had gotten a dance scholarship but it only paid for so much.
You did tons of odd jobs around the school. Doing occasional ‘other’ jobs you weren’t greatly proud of. You had a friend in one of your dance classes who did bachelor parties and nightclub openings. Although you had gotten used to these gigs, you still weren’t exactly happy with them, but they helped you get by. You weren’t going back to your parents, you weren’t going to let them watch you give up your dream for theirs.
It wasn’t until your sophomore year, second semester in college until you met him. You and your friend from class, Dallas, had gotten a job for an album release party. You didn’t personally know the guy whose album was dropping but you heard of the producers: Rap Monster and Suga, at least those were their stage names when they were in the game, you didn’t know their actual names though. Their place was called Agust D records, you drove by it all the time. It was a quaint place, it had made names of lots of artists, specifically one of your favorites, J Hope.
You knew it paid good money, really good money. You barely even had to dance, it was more slinging drinks and appetizers. You were nervous because you really were not the type to snuggle up to whoever and flaunt your shit for whom ever. That was what most of these parties were in your experience, people fighting for the attention of whoever could help their career the quickest and best.
Your friend Dallas was the opposite of you, like others, she wanted help with her career wherever she could get it, however she could get it. She was known to sleep with anyone for a dancing part. You liked to work hard for what you achieved. Not that her way didn’t get her far in some cases.
That night was different, once you started dancing with the other girls, you were in love with the attention you were getting, especially from one man. He stood on the opposite side of the room with half drank glass of champagne and lots of people around him trying to get in his eyeline, but it was focused on you, and you honestly couldn’t have been happier.
The shortish stranger was nicely dressed but didn’t seem like he the suit, tie and fitted trousers ‘type’ he was in. He had platinum blonde hair that was styled to the side, he also wore black rimmed glasses that gave him a sense of mystery yet cuteness. Although he seemed interested in the moment you could tell he didn’t like to show too much emotion, at least until he got to know you, but sometimes even then.
You laughed at yourself, he was probably only interested in one thing and at the moment so were you. You were too shy to try and go over to him yourself. You’d only ever slept with two other men. One was your boyfriend in high school, you were glad that ended, only dating him because your parents set it up. You’d broken up the summer before college and he took it really hard, but last you’d heard he was engaged to some girl he met last year.
The other guy was guy from one of your classes last semester, his name was Jaebum. You had been working on a piece for class and one night the dancing got a little too heated and he had ended up fucking you against a mirror in the studio and a couple of other times after that. He ended up graduating early and getting a job with a dance studio. So you hadn’t really tired to talk to him.
There was something about Blondie though and you wanted him.
You stopped dancing and made your way to pass out more drinks. You grabbed a serving tray of champagne, thinking that might help you get you near him. Once you gave a couple out you went back out to the dance floor but Blondie wasn’t there. You sighed deciding to walk around some more, thinking it was probably too good to be true anyway. You weren’t the type that guys just ran to, not that you were interested in a relationship, you were too focused on dance. It was just, Jaebum had given you a taste of what sex could be like and in your 20s you were ready to do some more searching and Blondie looked like he could really help you with that.
“Could I get one of those?” a low almost lazy voice asked.
You jumped out of your thoughts, turning to the stranger that startled you. It was him, it was “Blondie.”
“I’m sorry?” he gave you a look and quirked his eyebrow.
“I- um. S-sure take one. Although you d-do have an almost full glass in your hand…” you pointed and trailed off. You had been so confident on the dance floor but up close you were a stuttering mess.
“Ah,” he brought the drink up to his lips, downing it, before he placing it on the tray. “Now may I?” he asked, the liquid shining off his plump lips, giving you a sly grin.
“Of course, that’s what they’re here for.” you gave him a shy smile.
He looked you up and down while taking a glass from you. “You don’t look like the type of girl to work a thing like this.” he stated.
You inwardly rolled your eyes, you hated that line. You got it at basically every party you went to. “And what type is that?” you asked, setting the tray off to the side.
“Well one like that,” He pointed across the room, using the same hand his drink was in, the other hand was in his pocket.
You looked at him before diverting your attention to where he was pointing. Sure enough there was Dallas sat on, who you had learned was, Namjoon’s lap. He was one half of the owners. He had been very nice, showing you and the other girls around when you all first arrived. Saying he and Yoongi, what you had learned was the other owners name, were so glad to have you here working for them. You heard everyone say that he was the nice one out of the two. The other owner being stricter and less charismatic, almost scary. He used facial expressions instead of words.
You laughed and actually rolled your eyes this time, looking away. “Of course she’d be on an owner’s lap. Probably asking to be in the next music video or some shit. Yes, she is more that type.” you agreed.
“And you?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, leaning in closer.
You moved back, “I work for what I want.” and he chuckled. “I do. Plus I didn’t even know who Namjoon was till he introduced himself as one of the owners. I just knew their stage names. I’m not going around trying to pick up a producer or something like that. I’m just here to make money and go home.” You took a deep breath.
“You don’t know the other owner then?” he asked apparently not listening to a word you just said.
“No,” you said firmly, opening your eyes widely. He opened his the same at the gesture, not being used to someone talking to him this way but he smiled as you continued. “I’ve heard he’s an asshole anyway.”
He chuckled to himself, “I’ve heard the same thing.” You two made eye contact, before being under his gaze overwhelmed you and you looked around the room. “When are you done for the night?” he asked, you were obviously enticing to him but you couldn’t figure out why.
“About another hour,” you looked at your watch.
“How about we waist that hour in another room?” he asked.
You huffed out a laugh, “I’m not sleeping with you, i’m on the job.”
He gave you a gummy grin, “I’m not asking you to. I was thinking more talking.” He looked over, grabbing two drinks off the tray you were carrying before.
You questioned his motive but you figured, what the hell. He was slightly rude but you couldn’t deny your attraction towards him and if anything you could use a new friend.
You two had been walking around the place and ended up in the recording room. The stranger had the keys so you figured he must work here, not just some weird groupie. You looked at all the stuff in there, it seemed very expensive. Your fingers grazed the sound board as you walked by. Looking up you saw the recording booth. Except this wasn’t a booth, it was more of a room. “Wow,” you spoke and Blondie chuckled.
The room had some instruments sprawled around, some stools and even a couch. It was decorated with muticlolred carpets on the floor and different posters and music memorabilia. “This is a pretty cool place.” You kept looking around but his eyes were on you, watching your every move. “How do you have the keys?” you asked, glancing over at him while you walked around.
He smiled lightly, “Let’s just say I have an ‘in’ with the owner.”
You looked over at him with a questioning look but decided not to ask any further questions. “I’ve always wanted to see what a sound booth looked like.”
“Well we can go in there. Sit on that couch, it’s pretty comfortable.” he suggested. “Plus it’s sound proof.” he added slowly.
You raised your eyebrows slightly, “Jesus, are you planning on killing me?”
“Not quite,” he chuckled. You squinted your eyes, investigating him before walking ahead of him and going through the door and into the room. You looked around a little more before flopping on the couch and crossing your legs. Blondie had walked in and and closed the door before walking over to you. “So what are doing working this tonight?” He sat a the opposite end of the couch. You were surprised, you wanted him closer. Honestly, you didn’t know why, you wanted him in general. He was mysterious and that was new to you. Even the fact that you didn’t know his name was eating you alive in the best possible way. Of course you said you wouldn’t sleep with him but you mostly just said that to not seem easy. You obviously weren’t, but in the place you were in tonight and the people you were around, you just wanted to make it clear.
“Like I said before, i’m here for the money.” you settled into the couch.
“For what?” he asked as he put his arm on the back of the couch, tilting his head.
“Money for school,” you answered, for some reason feeling slightly embarrassed, like you were suddenly under a microscope. “I go to college not far from here.”
“I figured, what year?”
“I’m a sophomore,” you answered, watching a small smirk appear on his lips.
“Ah, so young. What are you studying?” he licked his lips and it sent a shiver down your body.
“D-Dance,” you stuttered. You looked away from him, “I’m a dancer. The school has a really nice program.”
“Ah, even more intriguing. A lover of the arts.” you both smiled.
“Yeah, something like that.”
You proceeded to tell him about your parents and how they decided not to help you with paying for school and what a real struggle it was when you first started out, nearly wanting to quit. Also about how your brother was always there for you, even sending you money. He was appalled to say the least, he understood though. Saying the only information you got about him all night, that when he went into music everyone said he would be a disappointment to his family and that he struggled but that was part of what made him work so much harder than everyone else.
“You’re lucky to have such a brother. I don’t have siblings but I do have friends who are like my brothers. It’s important to surround yourself with good people like that.”
“I agree.” you smiled, missing your brother from talking about him. You reminded yourself to call him tomorrow or at least soon. You looked up at the stranger who was already looking at you and you blushed looking down at your feet. “Thanks, for listening to me. I didn’t mean to keep going on like that.” You weren’t use to throwing your personal problems on someone. You had never even told anyone about your parents or really even your brother. You didn’t have many friends. Not even Dallas knew, she only knew you needed money and there were no questions asked. You thought it was probably due to the fact that she didn’t really care, she was more focused on herself and her career but she was nice enough to get you some pretty good paying jobs so you didn’t care either.
“Hey, I asked didn’t I? And anyway this was nice. I’m not really used to having normal conversations anyway.”
You looked down at your watch, “Only two minutes left before i’m done.” You smiled.
“Only two minutes,” Blondie used his arm to push up off the couch and scoot down closer to you. “You think you could finally tell me your name, kitten?”
You looked over at him, inches away from you face just waiting for an answer. “Kitten?” you said softly, trying to say it more out of disgust but it sounded so delicious coming from his full, slightly chapped lips. You normally hated when strangers called you pet names. Even Jaebum used to call you, honey and you hated it. But this…this was different. You felt his words hit your core like guitar strings being plucked. “Y/N,” you said a little louder but still not trusting you voice around him.
He looked in your eyes and down to your mouth with a small smirk, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. You looked innocent and inexperienced and it drove him crazy. “Mh, that’s pretty but I think I like kitten just a bit more.”
His cockniess was overwhelming. He seemed so quiet and almost shy but he was speaking to you like you were his and in this moment, you wanted to be. “What about you?” you asked quietly, you weren’t too sure how to be sexy so you were going by what you had seen in movies and tv. Anything to keep this going.
“Oh look,” Blondie looked at his own watch and whispered in your ear, “Your hour is up.” You had instantly become wet at his low and intoxicating demeanor. “Oh and don’t worry about my name, Y/N. You can just call me daddy for the night.” You couldn’t help but giggle slightly and he pulled back, “Is something funny, kitten?”
You shook your head smiling, “Daddy? You don’t really seem like the type.”
“Have you ever called a man daddy before, sweet Y/N?”
“Besides my actual father, no. I think it’s weird.”
Blondie chuckled, “Well you’re going to experience it tonight and if you don’t like it call me sir, either will do.”
“Is that right?” you asked, almost baffled at the fact he would tell you to do it. Although in all honestly though, you wanted him to tell you what to do and what to say. You always liked the thought of being dominated but you weren’t very experienced so it was almost embarrassing. You thought the title of daddy was kind of sexy in a strange way, but coming from your lips? You’d just sound stupid…right?
He just nodded with his bottom lips between his teeth and your attitude changed. This would probably be the only time you would see him anyway so…what the hell? “Fine…i’ll do this for you tonight…daddy.”
You tried to sound as sexy as possible, almost ready to laugh at yourself before the stranger grunted and closed the gap in between the two of you, bringing his lips to yours. You gaped at the sudden gesture but it was soon covered with a moan. The object of your nights desire was now making out with you and bringing his hand close to feel down your body.
You brought a hand to his neck, wanting this kiss to be as deep as it could. His lips tasted of champagne and even of a fruity gum, which made you smile to yourself. Your kisses were hard and sloppy, almost needy. He chuckled, pulling away. “Mh, kitten’s eager aren’t you?”
You nodded, looking up at him with a small pout, holding onto his collar of his jacket. “I am, daddy, I am.”
He was slightly surprised you were playing along, only making him harder. His jaw clenched and you could tell he was enjoying this. His hand found the edge of your skirt and he pushed it up inside, grazing your thigh, making you breath hitch. “Shit Y/N.” he grinned as he reached your panties and rubbed you through them. “Already so wet for me.” You hid your face, slightly blushing. “No, no kitten. I like it, don’t hide from daddy, okay. Fuck, I like it a lot.” He looked at your body and the way you were clinging to him.
You looked up at him, “You do?” you asked and he nodded, moving your panties to the side. Then he and rubbing your folds and clit and you whimpered, still staring at him.
“It makes daddy very happy.” he looked at you with such intensity but you couldn’t look away this time for some reason. His long fingers felt so good, you were aching to have them inside of you. “I’ve been watching you all evening, you know that? Even before you spotted me. I knew, I just knew you’d be such a good little kitten for me.” he whispered the end, pushing one finger into you. Your mouth opened and nothing came out, you were filled with too much pleasure to speak, you could already feel something in the pit of your stomach. “And you are,” he added another finger, working them slowly inside of you with his thumb on your clit, massaging it. “You’re taking my fingers so well it makes me think of how good you’ll take my cock.” You moaned out for him, as he sat there telling you what he wanted to do to you and ended up coming all over his fingers.
“Oh my god,” you scrambled, slightly moving away. You’d never come that fast, even when you were playing with yourself.
“Well damn,” he brought his fingers and before you could apologize he was sucking your liquid arousal off of them. All you could do was stare with your mouth hung open, loving how different and dirty you felt. “So sweet.” he said after he licked them clean.
He had fucked you on that couch, against the wall, and even on the damn sound board. It was unlike anything you had ever felt or done before. You just wanted more and more of him and you didn’t even know him, that was until he wanted you to scream his name.
“Fuck, fuck!” you were already so close and ready to come yet again. “Please, i’m so close.”
“Scream my name.” he stated, he was pounding into you so quickly you could barely focus on what he asked of you.
“No, my name, kitten.” he was so close too.
“I don’t know it, you didn’t tell me it. Shit!” you closed your eyes, you weren’t about last.
“Oh fuck yes, Yoon-” you eyes snapped open. “Wait, Yoongi?”
“Yes kitten, just like that.”
“No- wait, as in Yoongi - you’re the other owner? Oh shit!” he was still fucking you and your body couldn’t take it, making you come again. Yoongi came with you, shouting your name and laying his head on your shoulder.
You pushed him off of you and he smirked, looking up at you through his sweaty bangs. “What, no round four?”
“You really are the other fucking owner, aren’t you?” you asked, baffled. No wonder he had keys and was talking and acting the way he was.
He rolled his eyes, “What, like you really didn’t know. I’m sure you’re not too different from your friend who was on my partner’s lap.”
You shouldn’t have but you had never been so angry in your life and you ended up slapping him, trying to hold back the tears. His head flew to the side as you hit his cheek, he huffed out a laugh and his tongue poked the side of the skin. He looked back at you seeing your reaction, seeing your emotion and he didn’t look so smug anymore. You pushed yourself up, running to find your clothes.
“Shit,” he mumbled. “You really didn’t know?”
You found your underwear and bra, putting them on. “No, asshole. If I did I wouldn’t have even gone through with this. You so obviously full of yourself.”
“Look I didn’t mean-” he reached to touch you but you pulled back, grabbing your shirt and put it on. “Save it. No wonder everyone calls you a dick.” You putting on your skirt and grabbing your shoes.
“Hey, I didn’t know alright.” he put his underwear back on and he tried to keep you from leaving.
You pushed him away, “Well you should learn that’s not how you talk to people. Have a nice night, jerk.” You pushed by him slamming the door, running out of there as fast as you could.
It wasn’t until two days later, that you saw him again. When you were walking out the dance building to go meet Dallas to pick up your money from that night, Yoongi was standing right outside the building with your money in hand. Your eyes were wide, possibly thinking your mind was playing tricks on you. Some of the other girls who were in your class were staring at him, looking at how you did previous nights before.
You rolled you eyes and walked straight up to him, “What are you doing here? How did you even find me, you creep.”
He just cockily smiled, “Hello to you too, kitten.”
You looked around, pulling him to the side. “What do you think you’re doing? And by the way, i’m not your kitten. That was one night, one stupid night…” you looked at the ground, not wanting to remember it.
“I’m here to bring you this.” he flashed your paycheck and you grabbed at it. “Uh huh,” he moved it away. “Daddy would like a kiss first.” he smiled, taunting you on purpose.
“Right, well daddy can keep the pay check and and i’ll tell you where to shove that kiss-”
“Alright, alright, can we just go somewhere and talk?” You grabbed the check out of his hand and started walking. He just chuckled and was hot on your heels. “Okay, look I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” you kept walking, not giving him a second glance.
“I want you.” He stated.
That made you turned around, “I don’t think you really understand what a proposition is.” You looked him up and down. He seemed more comfortable this time, wearing a regular white shirt and light jeans with vans.
He smiled and gave you a look, “That is the proposition. As you know i’m a very busy man. I own half a business that i’m very very dedicated to it.”
“And?” you crossed your arms waiting for him to be done.
“So I don’t have a lot of time for…relationships and i’m not exactly looking for one.” You gave him a questioning look and he continued. “I know you’re probably not either, given your hard work to your career path. If you were this probably wouldn’t work…” he trailed off. “Look, I want to be able to come to you when I can for what we did two nights ago no strings attached. You’ve been the best i’ve had in awhile and you’re beautiful so…”
“That’s nice and all but like you said, i’m busy with school also still trying to find work so-”
“Yeah that’s the thing, I want to pay you.”
“What, like a prostitute?” your eyebrows shot up.
“No, not like that.” he was serious. He looked around before lowering his voice, “If you do this you won’t need to find work. Plus you’ll be able to focus on your dancing. I’m investing in you, alright. Plus I have plenty of money to spend and i’d like to spend it on you. Look, where do you live anyway?”
“The apartments off of Johnson avenue, with my friend Dallas. The rent is cheaper since she moved in.” you answered.
“That shitty place? Yeah, we’ll definitely have to move you. How about midtown? It’s nice and quiet, I mean it wouldn’t be when I come to see you and fuck your brains out but it’s a great place.” he chucked.
“I haven’t even said yes yet.”
“Yet,” a sly smile appeared before he became serious once again. “Y/N, at least think it over for me will you. I’ve wanted to have you since that night you stormed out. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I was, okay? I’m sorry I was such an ass. I’m just used to people wanting something from me. It was actually nice to be treated like someone else.” he looked down at your feet.
You understood now, “Like my daddy.” You spoke softly and his head shot up. You laughed, “How do I contact you after i’ve made my decision?” You couldn’t believe you were actually considering this.
You could see his eyes go dark. It was like he want to take you right there, right now. “My number is on the card in the envelope.”
You stared at him for a second before speaking, “Thanks for the check. I’ll call you.”
He nodded, slightly, obviously wanting an answer now but you just didn’t know what to think. This would be a life changing thing. “Sure thing, kitten.”
So if someone told you a year ago that you were financially stable, lived in a nice part of town, and even had ‘Sugar Daddy’ you’d honestly just laugh. But somehow here you were, coming home to your duplex with your friend and shared tennant, Taehyung on the front porch, watering flowers. You couldn’t be happier your life wasn’t how it was a year ago. It wasn’t perfect by far but it was better than it was before. Of course the lifestyle was an adjustment, a first, and sometimes still was. Also about three months ago Yoongi wasn’t ‘Blondie’ anymore either and he changed his hair to black. At first you didn’t like it but it grew on you and now you never wanted him to change it.
Sure Yoongi was strict about the situation but he could also cave because of you very quickly. You weren’t in love with him or anything but you loved being in his company. When he was around you didn’t have to hid yourself or act a certain way like you did at school, around friends, or even just out buying groceries.
Although sometimes he wouldn’t talk to you for a couple of days. You worried the first time it happened, barely even going a full 24 hours without talking and you ended up calling him out of concern. Of course he got onto you saying that his number was only given to you for emergencies.
You hated remembering that night. It was about one in the morning and you were worried, not hearing from Yoongi. You called him and he answered right away, he sounded busy and not to mention bothered. “What?” He said gruffly.
You were slightly startled. In the two weeks that you had been doing this he never raised his voice at you, but this was a new beginning, this incident made you realize that he really did only wanted you for sex. “Hi, I was checking in. I hadn’t heard from you today so…” you said sweetly.
“Yeah and there’s a reason for that, I’m busy. Look I’m not coming to see you alright, if that’s what you want. I don’t have time, okay?”
You remember how shocked you were at his tone. Of course you two had gone over everything that this ‘relationship’ was two weeks prior, but the way he was talking to you was so different. It was like how your parents used to talk to you, especially when you were talking about something that wasn’t worth their time. “I’m sorry I just-”
“Look Y/N, I need to go. Again I get in contact with you, remember?”
“Right, I’m sorry.” You said so quickly, feeling so small.
“Bye,” he hung up.
“Bye,” your lip quivered. No wonder people at worked talked horribly of him. He had sounded so rude compared to what you were used to. You cried a little that night, you never could hold it in after someone raised their voice at you.
It wasn’t until three days later he texted you he’d be over in 15 minutes and for you to be on your bed waiting for him, but you were scrambling. You didn’t know how to act and what to do. You ran upstairs to your room, trying to think how to sit or stand. It didn’t matter though as he walked right through your bedroom door and before you could even speak his mouth was on yours and he had you on the bed. He’d pounded into you so hard you remembered seeing stars. He was grunting, slapping your ass, and angrily telling you to call him ‘Suga.’
You thought it was so weird, at first, he liked to be called by his rapper name. After a while you found he liked you calling him that when he would have a rough day at work. You figured it had to do with him being in charge at his studio. That’s what everyone who worked for him called him, so you figured if someone didn’t listen to him or double crossed him, he wanted to make someone listen, that someone being you.
But that night you started to enjoy calling him Suga, screaming it even. That was like being apart of his other world, his real life. That was the closest you would probably ever get so you figured you would take what you could get. You wanted to know him, understand him better.
That morning you woke up and he was gone. You had to learn that you weren’t even his friend you were his toy. You were almost scared at the realization but you told yourself to grow some thicker skin. You had to get used to this now. You needed the money, that’s what you kept telling yourself.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by your neighbor, Taehyung. “Hello handsome,” he smiled.
“Hello beautiful,” you walked up the stairs. “New flowers?” you asked. Taehyung was a struggling actor, doing some different commercials and billboards here and there. He got offered a lot of rolls but he said he was waiting on the ‘right one.’ Whatever the right one was. You absolutely adored him though. He was as sweet and caring as he could be. He always decorated the front porch with gorgeous flowers and trinkets.
“Yeah, Jimin got them for me.” He smiled to himself. That was the other thing which made you and Taehyung close. You both had older men in your lives. Except for that Taehyung was actually dating Jimin, well in secret. Jimin was a dentist who worked for his family. His family was not aware of this part of his life and they apparently wouldn’t be pleased with it either. So Jimin, much like Yoongi with you, helped Taehyung buy this place. Jimin stayed here most of the time but still had his own apartment for show. Jimin spent a lot of money on Taehyung, not that he asked for it, and he pushed Taehyung to follow his dream of acting.
You did like Jimin but you wished Taehyung could be with someone who didn’t keep him in the dark. Taehyung was too amazing of a person to be hidden, you thought. Sometimes you’d just wish Taehyung was straight and would fall for you, but that would never happen. You still did like telling him you wanted him though. He’d just blush and tell you to stop because you were embarrassing him.
You two had only been talking for six out of the ten months you had lived here. For the first couple of months you were too scared to speak to anyone but Yoongi, afraid someone would just know what you were doing in secret and judge you. Taehyung would always be sitting outside reading lines or napping on the little couch, he loved being outside. He would always wave or say hello. He would sometimes even make small talk but it was one particular night that you two talked, the other needing someone to talk to, becoming friends.
He knocked on your door at 8:00 one night with a plate of brownies he made and a bottle of dessert wine. Both of you had been down due to something the men in your lives had done. Jimin had taken a woman to a family party and Yoongi had canceled on you for the fourth time in a row.
You both ended up getting drunk on his bottle and a bottle that you had, eating all the brownies and telling each other what the other was doing living in a place like this. It was such a relief telling someone your secret without judgment. Plus you were very interested in him telling you everything about Jimin, especially the sex. He had so many pictures of the two of them, showing them to you on his phone, and you felt out of place. They were in love and that was something you didn’t understand. You couldn’t imagine being in love with Yoongi the way he treated you sometimes. Then again you shouldn’t be thinking about that anyway.
You remembered when you had Taehyung over one night while Yoongi came over. He was seething at the thought of you with another man under the roof he bought you. It wasn’t until after he angrily fucked you on your coffee tab that you were able to tell him Taehyung would probably be more interested in him than you anyway. That made Yoongi blush and actually apologized for not listening to you first.
“Ah, how is Jimin.” You had become friends with Jimin too but not like you were with Taehyung.
“He good, you just missed him. He brought me these flowers from the store on his lunch break before he left with his dad for the weekend. He told me to tell you, hello.”
You smiled, “Well that was sweet. Oh, what are you doing later because I want to watch a movie tonight. I know HBO now just got some new movies and I want to check them out.”
“I’m free for you of course. I’ll just be reading some lines with a friend later. I’ll be over whenever, you know, if you’re not properly busy.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
You huffed out a laugh and rolled your eyes. “Okay then, I’ll text you.” You turned to walk back over to your door and unlock it.
“You guys were pretty loud last night,” Taehyung added with a smile.
“Tae,” you sighed, embarrassed.
“Oh daddy, give me that big cock please.” He moaned out, imitating you.
“Tae!” You whisper yelled, walking over to smack him, which only made him die of laughter. You couldn’t help but joke with him, “Shut up ass hole. You and Jimin are just as loud.”
Taehyung shrugged, “Hey I’m not complaining. Jimin likes it too, he even wanted me to start calling him daddy sometimes. Besides I touched myself to it last night and I don’t even like straight sex.”
“You did what?” You yelled and almost choked, which made him laugh again.
“I gotta hand it to you kitten, your moans are pretty sexy.” You pushed him back, again too embarrassed to say anything. “But it was Yoongi cursing for you that really did it for me. Damn he’s one fine man.”
“Okay, enough.” You put your face in you hands and he giggled next to you. Your phone then started ringing and you pulled it out of your pocket, already know who it was by the ringtone. Yoongi’s name popped up on your screen and Taehyung spoke, “Speak of the devil.” You gave him a look and told him you’d talk to him later before answering and unlocking your door to go in your house. “Tell daddy I said hi,” he laughed as he went back to his flowers.
You rolled your eye with a laugh as you rushed inside. “Hello?” you tried to sound sweet, not knowing what mood he was in.
“Hi baby,” he said sweetly back to you. You could already feel yourself getting wet. He liked to call you baby when he needed you and mostly when you weren’t around to help. You were glad he couldn’t see you because your knees went weak and you flopped on your back onto the couch. “Hi daddy, how are you?”
He chuckled, knowing you were putting on the act for him, he loved your cute act. He love that you seemed so innocent when you did it and he loved even more was that he was the one to get to watch you become not so innocent. “Daddy’s alright, he’s going to be working late though.”
You sighed, you figured. That was why you invited Taehyung over, he told you Jimin was going to a convention with his dad this weekend and since today was friday you didn’t want him to be alone. You didn’t want to be alone either.
Yoongi had been working on an album with an old friend of his and had been putting all his time into it. He was good at his job though, that was for sure. ‘Min Yoongi Genius,’ he liked to tell you.
That day he came to ask you about this proposition, there was just something about him and wanted to know him, wanted to know everything you could get. You did find out some personal things, but he was good at keeping things secret. You also had downloaded every song you could find of his, even some he had helped write and produce. You had to admit he was good, really good. Plus something in your body reacted to his voice. You would listen to his music while practicing dance or in the car and you’d feel hot, occasionally get wet, amongst other things, it was all in his voice.
“Don’t be mad baby, you know daddy has to work.” his voice was oozing with sexual tone.
“I know daddy, I know. I’ve just been thinking about you a lot today, wanted to see you.” You layed back on your sofa, unzipping your jacket.
“What have you been thinking about?” he sounded intrigued.
You didn’t want to say, us. Even if you were just talking about you two in general. You didn’t want his mood to go away so you decided to go with, “You being rough with me…”
“Is that right?” You heard what sounded like a door lock. “I have a little break before my next session so why don’t you purr for me, kitten.”
You moaned out, “Mhh, daddy I really wish you were here right now.”
“I know baby, me too. God I bet your little pussy is just as wet and pink for me as ever, huh? I bet you’re just thriving to have me touch you, aren’t you?” he voice gravely in your ear, making you as turned on as ever.
“Mhm,” you whimpered. You pushed down your tights and rubbed yourself through your underwear. You loved when Yoongi would just push down your clothes, still leaving them on. It was like he was in such a rush to be inside you he had no time to spare.
“Fuck, baby girl. Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking about, me being rough.”
“O-okay,” you whimpered, moving your hand inside your panties, rubbing your folds. “I was thinking about how much I love it when you take me on the furniture. Like when we were in the kitchen and you were fucking me so hard on the counter. That was after you had me over your knee on chair in there.”
“Mhm…” you heard his zipper and pants unbuttoned.
“You had your hand around my neck, calling me your filthy, little kitten. Making me scream for you. You remember that, daddy?”
“I do, Y/N. You were being a bad girl that day. I had to put you in your place.”
You giggled, you were being a tad bit annoying that day, it was only because you had wanted him so much. “I was, wasn’t I? I just needed you, I didn’t care about being punished or not.”
He chuckled, “Oh course you didn’t. God, you just love taking my cock don’t you.” It wasn’t even a question.
“I do, it fills me up so well.” You moaned, pushing two fingers inside yourself.
“My little girl is not so innocent, is she? She loves my cock and likes it rough.” You figured he had to be touching himself at this point.
“Only for you, daddy. I only want you.”
“You better, you’re my good little girl. Aren’t you?” he seemed almost out of breath, touching himself. You thought he probably hadn’t been sleeping well if he was already tired from this.
“That’s right daddy, I’m your good little girl. I’m imagining my fingers, that are stuffed in my tight pussy, are your big thick cock but it’s not the same.”
“Jesus Y/N, I know baby. Shit, I wish was there, I’d give it to you so rough just for teasing me like this.”
You giggled, “I’m sorry.” You were working your fingers quicker and quicker, breath ragged.
“No your not,” he huffed out a laugh. “You love getting me like this. Tell me what you’d want me to do to you if I was there? I’m close baby and I don’t have much time left.” He whined.
“Your right,” you giggled, moving your fingers, closing your eyes. “I’d want you fuck me on my desk in my room. I’d just want you to sit me up on it, rip my shirt open. I’d want you to leave marks all over my body so every time I saw them i’d be reminded of who I belong to.”
You heard him try and cover up a whimper, “Yes kitten, you’re mine.”
You loved hearing him say that. Maybe you just liked belonging to someone. You liked being your own free person but in the bedroom you liked surrendering yourself, you were now more comfortable with it. “I’d be begging for you to get inside me. I’d want it hard and fast, you’d be fucking me so good i’d leave scratch marks all down your back. Then you pull me off the desk and fuck me from behind, just how I like it. I’d be screaming for you at that point. You’d slap my ass pink while you fucked me right into that stupid desk. I’d want you to pull my hair and call me dirty little names for only me to hear.”
“Y/N, i’m so close, so fucking close.” he whispered, stroking himself at a fast pace.
“Me too. I can just imagine you coming inside me, filling me up. You’d pull out and i’d be dripping all over the floor.” you whined, tilting your head back.
“Fuck, i’m coming.” he whispered.
“Come for me, Yoongi.” you cried out, curling your fingers. You hearing his release only made you come with him.
“Holy shit,” Yoongi chuckled. “That was good, kitten, thank you.” You were both panting into the phone. “Did you come for me too?” he asked as he took a deep breath.
You smiled, “Of course I did.”
“Look, I promise I’ll come and see you tomorrow, alright?”
You caught your breath, “I’m looking forward to it. Good luck with everything, don’t work too hard.”
“Goodbye, Yoongi.” You smiled. He hung up and you placed your phone on your coffee table and just layed there on your couch for a moment. You took some deep breaths before there was a banging from the other side of the wall. You sat up just to hear Taehyung yell and moan, “Oh daddy, I’m your good little girl.” You both busted out laughing at his words.
This was who you were now, this was your life.