YOU CAN CALL ME DADDY {Yoongi/Suga FF} ✔

Daddy, I'm...

It's been two months since Zico and I had that discussion about me going home to let him focus on his solo album. He wasn't happy about it.

"Baby you don't have to go. I can do it with you here with me." His face looked so hurt like he felt I just wanted to get away from him. "Am I not giving you enough attention? I can try baby, just give some time."

"No Ji-ho, I'm not gonna let you compromise your music to spend extra time with me. I'm not dissatisfied, baby. Really, I'm not. Your an awesome boyfriend. I just want to be an awesome girlfriend and let you be great." I kissed his naked chest and let him think on it. We had just made love and he decided he would try to convince me one more time to stay before we had to get up and go our separate ways. I hated he felt like I was trying to get some space from him. In actuality, I was trying to get some space from Minty.

After Z expressed to me that Yoongi would be helping a lot with his new album, I had made it a point to get out of there asap. At least until his services were no longer needed. Unfortunately it made Z a little insecure but hopefully my words would reassure him I wasn't leaving him.

"Alright," he huffed finally. "As long as you know, you're coming back as soon as the last track is recorded. With that, we showered and went to our prospective jobs. Only tonight we would be returning to our own homes.

It wasn't a break up. We still dated, he still came over my house, I still visited the condo when I knew he wasn't working. We still had sleepovers, there was still sex. I just saw my house way more often now. And Minty had become a thought far in the back of my mind at least until Z asked me to spend the night. In those instances, I only hoped he wouldn't pop up and so far he hadn't.

The last time I had seen him was the day I had cooked for the three men. The day he had kissed me twice, once in a uncontrollable need to touch me, the other, an effort to conceal my screams as he brought me to orgasm with his menacing fingers. Of course, my night wouldn't have been complete if he had not texted me.

(Random number) 9.75

I wasn't even surprised when my phone notified me of the cryptic message as Z slept soundly next to me, having had just rode him like a pro. Having not a single clue what this was code for, I replied.

(Y/N) Excuse me, sir but I haven't a single clue as to what this is supposed to mean. Care to elaborate.

I looked over at my man. He was getting hella sex due to the little green guy and he didn't even know it. I felt of twinge of guilt now but those thoughts quickly exited the building as my phone vibrated in my hand and I read Yoongi's reply.

(MYG) I measured him. You wanted to know.

I choked. On what I don't know but I was immediately coughing and had to run out the room as to not wake up Z. He did not just send me his "measurements." In the bathroom, I replied.

(Y/N) Inches?

(MYG) Lol, well damn sure not centimeters.

Followed immediately by...

(MYG) I'm guessing that's big for you.

I knew what he was implying. That Z had nothing on him and in truth, Z was a good 7-7 ½ inches. But he got the job done. I wasn't about to go into that with Minty though.

(Y/N) Minty, you do a lot of texting for someone who hates it.

His reply scared me more than his inches.

(MYG) You are the only exception and only because I am TRYING to be nice and considerate but my patience is wearing thin.

Trying to be nice? What was that supposed to mean? It seems he read my thoughts because immediately another message came through.