—Playboy | y.jh (M)

pairing ➳ dom!Jeonghan x sub!inexperienced!female reader

genre ➳ sugar daddy au, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst and some fluff. part of Sugar Spice and Everything Niceproject.

word count ➳ 18.8k (haha my hand slipped )

warnings ➳ profanities, drinking, smoking(im dumb,idk how that shit actually works so ignore if I made a mistake), blond jh that turns into black haired jh, stealing, jealousy, reader is somewhat of a brat, age gap(not mentioned), soft playful dom Jeonghan, hella teasing, kissing, marking, use of belt as a restraint , daddy kink, name calling, nipple play, fingering, male and female oral, choking, crying, some spanking, overstimulation, unprotected sex (this is fiction guys!! be safe irl), virgin sex, creampie, multiple sex scenes

synopsis➳you try to steal from him. things take a turn when he catches you on the act. seemingly for the better at first but then for the worse when you catch feelings for him.

playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // playboy- exo// sugar- maroon 5 // guys my age- hey violet // anytime anywhere- kevin oh // orion’s belt- sabrina caludio // all my love- seventeen // tie a cherry- cl // tell it to my heart- meduza // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge

A/N: The second installment of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice project is here!! So, I decided to change his hair colour midway because of the Elle 95line photoshoot. Jeonghan has black hair there and that photoshoot SCREAMS sugar daddy vibes so yeah, you are getting the best of both worlds here LMAO. I had the best time writing this, especially the stealing part lol and maybe that’s why this has been released a lil earlier than I originally anticipated. The story just came naturally to me, ya know? BUT, for Joshua’s story…I have nothing planned, like nothing so who knows if it’ll be released in this lifetime . Oh, and also thank y'all for a thousand followers, srsly, guys thank u so much. I’ll stop blabbering now and let you read. Lemme know what you think and I’ll see you all in hell!

when you think it’s too late,

you’ve already fallen for me,

it’s out of your control

you knew everything from the start

and now you’re blaming it on me?

Your hands dance over his thighs to capture his attention as the man next to keeps entertaining his friend, completely ignoring your existence.

You have been doing this for a while but your companion has shown great self control, definitely not one to give in so easily. You know he’s doing this on purpose, it’s in his nature to tease you and have you desperate.

Huffing, you retract your hand and sip your martini, playing with the olive sitting on one side of the glass as your eyes mindlessly wander around. You watch the bartender in the distance, his hands moving skillfully as he prepares drinks for the customers and you scoff a little how ironic it is.

About two months earlier, you were in his place, preparing drinks till your hand hurt. You never imagined yourself here, on the opposite side, sipping drinks instead of making them, dressed in the prettiest clothes and jewelry, with an ungodly beautiful man who you couldn’t even dream of having.

Yoon Jeonghan.

The story of how you two met still flusters you and sitting here, on the same place where you first met him brings back the still fresh memories as if it all happened yesterday.

He’s here again. This is the third time you are seeing him in this bar, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine while everybody else looks like what they should after a long day; tired, ordinary.

He stands out easily, his hair painted in a beautiful, eye-catching shade of blond, an easy smile on his lips, dressed in a suit that costs three months of your rent. His features are extremely striking and charming, so much so that once you see him, you can’t get him out of your head. You are sure you have never seen any man this attractive in your lifetime. His aura is playful yet controlling, movements confident, like he owns the place- which he does. There used to be rumors going around about how he owns this club and a share in ten others, which later turned out to be true.

Like a magnet, your eyes can’t help looking at him every so often as you prepare the continuous orders of drinks. It also doesn’t help that a flock of girls surrounds him all the time, handsy and giggly, though their number today seems to be a little less than other days.

Today he seems to be here to enjoy the company of his friends rather than any female, though some ladies accompany their group, one of their hands resting on his thigh as she sits close to him.

You have been working at this place for about a month and it has become a habit to observe and in turn judge the people that come here while preparing drinks. Yoon Jeonghan is one of them, one who you love to judge. You sound petty even to yourself but everytime you see that man, strolling around, all playful smiles and flirty eyes you can’t help but feel a little jealous. That man literally has the perfect life, the looks, the money, the company- everything. And you often feel annoyed when he would buy drinks and leave a huge amount of tips- like yeah, everyone around here knows you are dripping with money, no need to rub it in our faces. Most of the time, the servers or the waiters would pocket them, beating you to it, irking you further.

You are too lost in your train of petty thoughts to realize that the man you have been thinking about stands right in front of you. “Hello?” He calls you and you blink, staring at him dumbly for a second before putting on a professional smile.

“Hello sir, what can I get you?”

With a lazy smile, he plops down on a stool. “A scotch please.”

Nodding you reach for the bottle to pour him his order, while his eyes wander, looking around the counter. “Taking a break from your company?” You ask as you serve him his drink, chin jutting out to point behind him as his friends lay on the couch with their eyes closed, probably drunk.

“Yep. Seems like I’m the only one who’s still sober,” he throws you a playful grin and you nod before tending to other customers, while he sips the scotch and scrolls through his phone.

Every so often you take looks at him through the corner of your eye, his ethereal profile looking even more eye catching underneath the club lights. His hair is a little messy, in the sexiest way possible and he has discarded his green suit jacket which leaves him in a black turtleneck that fits him like a glove. Though the lighting is not the best right now, you can see how the material hugs his strong chest and shoulders tight. Your eyes trail down to his hands, long and lithe, perfect fingers clad in a bunch of expensive rings. You would like to think you don’t have a hand fetish but damn, his hands are beautiful just like the rest of him and you wonder how they would feel to touch.

Your wandering eyes stop on his wristwatch glinting underneath the lights, a silver Rolex if you had to guess, with yellow gold highlights, which he has taken off and put on the counter, absentmindedly fiddling with it. A woman suddenly asks for a gin and tonic, diverting your attention from the man as you busy yourself with her order. You don’t notice that one of his friends walks over to him to drag him back to the crowd and when you look back to where he was sitting, it’s empty.

Empty except for the watch he was wearing, still left on the counter, probably forgotten by him.

Oh, how unfairly, filthily, loaded he must be to forget something that expensive.

Normally, you would like to consider yourself as a person with good morals but the longer you stare at the abandoned watch, glinting underneath the lights, almost calling to you, the more immoral thoughts gather in your mind. It also doesn’t help that the flow of orders suddenly stops, making the counter empty, leaving you to do nothing as people dance and chat amongst themselves.

Maybe this is a test. The almighty is testing you, your morality, but it looks like you are going to fail dramatically because the more you stare at the watch, the more temptation you feel. You can sell that watch for a good 10k.

Other than the loans and bills that you have to pay off, you need to pay for your brother’s college tuition. And damn it, do you need money right now. The thought of providing a better life for Chan seems to do the trick as your hands move on their own and before you know it, you have grabbed the jewelry and stuffed it into your pocket.

Oh god.

Humiliation and guilt burn throughout your body in scalding flames as you chew on your lower lip. Throat dry, your eyes move around the dim club to scan around cautiously, looking to see if someone has their eyes on you but everyone seems busy with their own thing. You can’t even spot the man you stole from or any of his friends so maybe they left.

But what if they come back and ask for it? What would you do then? What if they suspect you? Or maybe ask to see the CCTV footage which definitely caught you putting that item in your pocket. What if they take you to jail?

Oh god, oh god. You are terrified, hands rubbing your face frustratedly. Maybe, just maybe you’ll get lucky and he won’t come back. He’s probably drunk and has already forgotten about it.

A bunch of tipsy young girls suddenly appear at the counter and your heart almost lurches out of your chest. They ask for more shots and you gladly accept the distraction, trying your best to focus on your work. Just as you finish serving them a familiar voice calls for you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey! Have you seen my watch? It was a Rolex. I accidentally left it here.” Yoon Jeonghan seems to have magically appeared out of thin air, his innocent eyes looking at you for an answer and your guilt increases tenfold.

This indeed is a test and God is giving you another chance to redeem yourself.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see it,” the lie comes out easily before you can stop yourself.

Oh god- what the fuck is wrong with you?

“Maybe you took it with you?” You continue lying like a bitch when in fact, the thing he is looking for is sitting right inside your pocket. “Did you check your pockets?”

The man pats around his chest and then thighs, looking for the watch and shakes his head. “No, I think I left it here.” He says almost with a pout, his tone sad and you loathe yourself.

What if it was precious to him? Maybe it was a family heirloom? Maybe it is a rare piece? Swallowing you try to keep your voice as cool as possible. “I’m really sorry. I can’t help you.” The man standing opposite to you watches you for a while as you hold your gaze and try not to start shaking in your boots.

“Are you sure, you can’t help me?” His demeanor completely changes, his tone almost teasing, his eyes glinting with challenge and you instantly know he has figured you out.

Your heart almost drops out of your ass.

You stand there frozen, literally, not moving, blinking or breathing, just staring at him with wide eyes as you feel like crying. Has he called the police already? Half of you expect to hear the sirens and cop cars pull up.

“Hmm? Are you sure? Because I think you can, darling,” He smirks, the cockiest smirk ever, resting his elbows on the counter and you feel like disappearing into thin air. “Why don’t you hand me that back and I don’t make this a big deal?” He wiggles his brows, pointing them towards your pant pocket and in a flash your hands move, fishing the jewelry out and handing it to him.

“I’m so sorry!” You almost yell, tears in your eyes as shame washes over you. Your head hangs low as you wait for him to do something, maybe throw insults at you and then kick your ass out.

“I swear I didn’t mean to! I am not a thief! It’s just that it was sitting there and- and-” Your throat tightens as a drop of tear leaks from your eye, your hands fisting your apron in a tight grip.

“Hey,” His voice is unexpectedly sweet, soothing as he coos at you to look at him. “It’s alright. It happens. I don’t think you are a thief.”

“Really?” You blink at him. He gives you a reassuring smile. “Though it’s not right to steal, I’m sure you had your reasons.” He says and the relief you feel is beyond words. Your legs almost give up and you want to sink onto the floor and cry.

“T-thank you,” is all you can whisper, eyes cast down, the shame ever-present as you realize he is turning a blind eye towards your actions.

“You’re welcome,” he grins, that playful grin you’ve seen many times. However, his next words are something you never expected, “Is there anyone that can cover for you? Have a drink with me. It’ll be quick.”

“Huh? Me?” You’re flabbergasted. “I- I can’t…we have rules not to drink-”

“I’m the boss here okay,” he rolls his eyes. “And I’m telling you to break those rules. Now, get someone to cover for you.”

You stand there, blinking at him, expecting him to say that it’s a prank but when he doesn’t, you quickly start moving, searching for your replacement Hoshi.

Ten minutes later you sit with Jeonghan in a private room of the club, away from the loud music and chattering. You have finished a couple of glasses of bloody mary to calm your nerves and now you sit next to him awkwardly, fiddling with your hands, the tension thick in the air.

Jeonghan sits beside you, legs spread, leaned back into the velvet couch, sipping on a whiskey. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you rather amusedly and you start getting nervous. What is he planning?

“So,” he sets the glass down on the coffee table and leans closer to you. “When you said this is your only time stealing, I’d like to believe that you were telling the truth and not lying your way out of trouble?”

“I swear!” You yell desperately, hands almost reaching out to clutch him. “I swear on my little brother, okay? I have never ever done anything like that before. I just- it was just there and I was tempted and I need money-” You sigh, putting your head into your hands.

“It’s alright. I believe you,” Jeonghan assures, patting you on your shoulder. He leans back and surprisingly, takes out a cigar from his pocket and lights it up. You watch him hold it against his lips with fascination.

So he smokes.

He takes a drag and then blows a puff of smoke into the air. “I just needed to be sure. If you did something like that, stole from any of the customers then I was giving you a chance to come clean.”

“I swear, I didn’t. And I won’t, ever again.” You whisper, holding his gaze. “Please don’t fire me. I need this job, please.”

Jeonghan hums, leaning back into the couch, taking another drag. “I can see that. Little brother, your say?” You nod.

“How old is he?”

“A couple years younger than me. He’s starting college. I just- I need money for his tuitions and I-” You fall silent, staring at the ground. God, how could you put yourself in this stupid situation? You should be on your way home now instead of begging for mercy from the unbelievably hot owner of the club.

“It’s alright, take it easy.” He says, pouring you some whiskey before tapping the butt of the cigar in the ashtray. “You do other jobs than this? I’m pretty sure this doesn’t cover your expenses.” He raises a brow. You chuckle mirthlessly, “Yeah. I do a couple of other part times. But nothing seems to be enough you know.” You take a sip of the whiskey. “I really should get a sugar daddy.” You murmur under your breath to yourself but Jeonghan seems to have heard it.

“Sugar daddy?” His eyes dance in amusement. Your face heats up. “Yeah- uh-um…it’s nothing. I- I downloaded this app on my phone and…and I think I should just go with it.” You explain, waving your hand dismissively. The alcohol surely loosed your lip.

“Oh yeah? What’s the app?” A smirk seems to settle on his face.

“Uh, Sugar and Spice..?” You murmur, confused at his question. Why is he so curious? A full smile sets on his face at your answer as he laughs softly, finishing his whiskey before saying, “And what if I told you I was the one who made that app?”

Huh?

You stare dumbly at him. “Wait- what?” He laughs some more. “Yeah. Sugar and spice. That’s my app. Yoon Corporation, that’s my company.” You blink at him for a while, processing his words before nodding slowly. “Wow. That’s…cool. Know anyone you can introduce me to? Someone at your age?” You half joke, shaking your head at the situation as you finish your drink. Jeonghan watches you with a playful smirk on his face before replying. “I do, in fact.”

Your eyes widen. “Really? You are not kidding? Who is it?”

“You are looking at him, baby.” He grins a cocky smile. You gape at him for a while before chuckling. “Okay, that was funny.”

“I’m serious.”

You stop and sit still, watching him wearily. “Wait- so you are proposing me to be your sugar baby? I- why? That- that doesn’t make any sense. I- I’m sure you don’t lack any company of women.” You murmur dryly with a frown. He grins, leaning closer to you, his breath fanning your face. You can smell the hint of whiskey and cigar in it and you have this stupid urge to kiss him. “And what if I said I wanted your company?”

Your eyes move heavenward at that. “I’m not buying that.”

“Oh but it’s true, darling.” He settles back into the couch, throwing one leg over the other as one of his hands stretches out to rest on the backrest of the couch. “I wanna have your company. Let’s say you’ve intrigued me and I’d like to get to know you more. But, don’t think that I’m asking you to have sex with me. We can go there later but let’s start easy. If you want to, that is.”

Your eyes narrow on him suspiciously. “I- this is too good to be true. I don’t know…”

“Well, you get your money and I get the company of this really attractive lady. I think it’s a fair deal. I’ve been wanting to try having a sugar baby for a while. I mean, I literally made an app on that. What’s the harm in trying new and fun things? And what can I say, I love trying out new things.” He grins, his brows dancing suggestively at you. “I’m not saying that you have to give me an answer right now. Think about it. If you don’t want to then it’s cool. You keep working here and we forget about this. I won’t take your job or anything.”

“I want to!” The words leave your mouth before you can think it through. Jeonghan raises a surprised brow at you, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips as he sets down his cigar on the ashtray and rubs his hands clean.

“I…will take the offer.” You whisper, face heating up as you avert your eyes.

This is a chance too big to let go. This filthily loaded man is asking you to be his sugar baby. Not to mention he is illegally hot and young. How many people get chances like this? Besides, you have nothing to lose. You need money and this is the easiest way you can have it.

“You sure?”

You take in a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He seems satisfied with your answer as a large grin kisses his lips. “That’s great.” From his breast pocket, he fishes out his phone. “Give me your number, darling.” You take the unlocked phone from his hands and quickly type your number, heart thudding loudly.

This is actually happening. You are actually doing this.

He nods, taking his phone back. “Thank you, babe. I’ll call you.” He stands up and you do too and he steps forward to walk out of the room but stops at the door. Turning around he takes off his wristwatch and with a smirk, he grabs your hand and sets the timepiece on your palm. “This is for you. A little gift to seal our deal.” He winks at you cheekily as you stare at the device in your hand, stunned.

Before you can say anything, the man is gone, leaving you frozen in your place and your heart beating wildly in your chest, the expensive jewelry sitting in your hand.

“Bored, darling?” Jeonghan’s sultry voice brings you back to reality as you blink and turn your head towards him. A lazy, teasing smile sits on his face as he watches you amusedly. “Trying to get my attention huh?” He points to your hand which has all this time been dancing on his upper thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. You roll your eyes, retreating your hand, “You noticed only after like, an hour.”

He chuckles softly, “Being a brat today, aren’t we?” He whispers in your ears, pressing a kiss just by your earlobe. You huff. “No, I am not. You brought me here and I thought we were gonna have some fun or something but you keep talking to Joshua and your other buddies.” Jeonghan hums, a smile on his face, as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Baby wants my attention all to herself, doesn’t she?”

Nodding you scoot closer to him and rest your head against his shoulder. His arm comes to loop around your waist. “We’ll go home in a bit, darling. And then you can have my full attention.”

You roll your eyes, groaning as he goes back to conversing with Joshua and a few other friends of his. But this time, he includes you as his friends ask questions about you here and there. You don’t know most of them other than Joshua, a sweet, handsome man who owns this and a few other clubs with Jeonghan. You have met him a few times before, at company events and dinner parties, his sweet personality making him easy to talk to.

Even though you are not left alone like before, your bored, tipsy self cannot help but be a little brat. Your fingers trail up Jeonghan’s thigh as you nuzzle your face in his neck, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you inhale his intoxicating scent. A subtle mix of wood and fruit and his natural scent have you obsessed. Slowly, teasingly, your fingers drag over to his crotch once again from his thighs. As discreetly as possible, you cup your hand over his crotch and loom at his face for some reaction. Except there isn’t any.

This man has amazing self control.

He ignores you completely, listening to his friends talk about some one-night stands they had. You huff at the lack of any reaction from him. The lights are low and no one should be able to tell what you are really doing if they don’t look too hard so bravely, you squeeze him and start rubbing him over his pants. And that seems to do the trick.

His head turns towards you, an eyebrow raised, his eyes giving you a warning. “Darling.” His voice is a clear message to stop your actions. But you won’t. “Yes, Hannie,” you use the nickname when you sweet-talk him to do something and blink innocently at him.

“Don’t do this. It won’t end well for you, darling.”

“Oh really? What are you planning on doing, Mister?” You challenge, tilting your head to one side. “I’ve been with you for two months but you have yet to fuck me. I doubt it gets any worse than this.”

It’s true. The two months you have been with him were completely different from what you expected. You were sure he was gonna stick his dick in after the first week, given his reputation but for an entire month, all you got was kisses, mostly on your cheek and temple. He kept his distance, even more so after he learned that you are inexperienced in that department and it has been frustrating you to death.

After a few weeks, he got more handsy with you when you sweet-talked him until he had a boner. Even then, all you got was his fingers inside your pussy and his mouth on you, which by no means were disappointing. He gave you mind numbing orgasms just by fingering you so you can only imagine what will happen once you have him inside.

“You are playing a dangerous game, _____” his eyes narrow on you, all hint of playfulness gone. Good.

You smile sweetly. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me how dangerous it is?” Your hand gives him a squeeze and his breath hitches, eyes shutting instantly. When they reopen, they are burning with lust. He whispers. “Oh, I’ll show you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

A satisfied smile settles on your face as you watch him stand up and announce, “Well, gentlemen, it was a pleasure spending time with you all but we need to get going.” He pulls you up roughly by your arm and you barely have time to grab your purse before he is dragging you out of the club, his jaw clenched but a victorious smile on your face.

You just might finally have him tonight.

A swift car ride later, Jeonghan is dragging you inside his penthouse and straight towards his bedroom, his hands working on removing his black blazer, eyes boring into yours as you wait for him to speak.

“I hope you had your fun, darling. Cause I’m gonna have mine, now.” A salacious smile sets on his face as he starts rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt and then undoes a couple of buttons of his shirt. The sight is enough to make your knees buckle as you get a little peek at the veins in his arms and involuntarily swallow. He takes a few steps towards you and you reflexively step back until your legs meet his bed and you fall on top of it. He keeps moving towards you, taking his time, a dangerous smile on his face.

When he is just a few inches away from you, he stops and tilts your face up using his index finger. His head comes down while yours move upward subconsciously and your lips meet in a kiss. It’s slow at first, almost like he’s teasing you before his grip on your chin gets stronger and his lips move more aggressively. Your tongues waltz together as you taste the alcohol and the very faint hint of smoke in his lips. When you are breathless and your eyes are wide with need and anticipation, he pulls back with a crooked smile. “Strip for me, darling.”

Throat dry, you swallow. You watch him with wide eyes for a few beats before reaching behind to undo the one button on the neck of your backless dress. His eyes never leave yours as he stands back and watches you, arms crossed over his chest. Once you are done with the button your hands move down to undo the small zipper just above your ass. After it is down you shrug your shoulders to let the dress fall loose before peeling them off of your arms. It bunches at your waist before you tug the shiny material down and it pools at your feet, leaving you in your panties only.

Jeonghan still has his burning gaze on you, eyes never straying from yours even though you are almost as naked as a baby. The chilly air and his lustful gaze have your nipples hardening and a shiver running down your spine. As if he can sense your thoughts, his eyes move downwards, onto your breasts before going lower. He hums, pleased. “Good girl. Sit back.”

On command, your ass falls onto the soft mattress and you hold your breath, waiting for his next move. He takes slow steps towards you, his shoes clinking against the floor before stopping right in front of the bed and kneeling. You gasp as he tugs at your legs to pull you closer. His face hovers over your covered core as you feel his warm breath and it is enough to make you lose your mind. “Jeonghan, please.” You plead.

He grins evilly, clearly enjoying this as he presses a kiss on your covered pussy. Then his mouth trails down, between your thighs where he takes his sweet time nipping the flesh, making you whine in pleasure.

His movements are slow, taking way too long to mark the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He licks and sucks at the blooming marks and stops when a wet patch forms in your panties and your moans increase their pitch. “Desperate, aren’t we?” He whispers, hands reaching for your soaked panties to peel them off. The cool air on your core makes you shudder and release another whimper. “I- I need you Jeonghan, please.”

He hums and suddenly licks a stripe from your core to your clit, eliciting a scream of surprise from you. Your hands immediately fist in his hair to pull him closer and you are scared he is going to ask you to let him go but he doesn’t, busy sucking your pussy. He devours you with no break, tongue working skillfully to tease your opening and your clit. Your pussy gushes more and more at each of his movements as you keep chanting a series of pleases.

He slides a finger inside you, slowly, as your cunt greedily takes it all in. He curls it inside you simultaneously tonguing your clit and you wail in pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes. He then enters another finger and then another before moving the three of them tirelessly inside you, curling them against your sensitive spot that has your whole body shivering. That feeling paired with him torturing your clit brings you close to your orgasm.

“J-Jeonghan…gonna cum.” You breathe and much to your disappointment, he gives you one last suck before pulling away with a satisfied smirk. “Jeonghan!” You call for him, half wanting to smack him from taking your orgasm away from you. The man has the audacity to laugh. “That’s what you get for being a brat, darling. Now be a good girl and I’ll let you come on my cock.”

“B-but H-Hannie-” you whimper. He raises a brow. “That is not my name right now, is it? You’re not being a good girl, you know baby.”

“Daddy!” You immediately correct yourself, getting your wits together to cum. “Daddy, please. I’m sorry, p-please fuck me.” The pleased, cocky smile on his has you leaking more than before. He gives your cheek an affectionate pat before standing back up and undoing the buttons on his shirt. He takes his sweet time, purposefully doing it slowly and you want to jump at him and do it for him but you clench your fists and try to be his good girl. After the shirt is off he undoes his belt and you expect him to toss it away but he has more surprises for you.

With your jaw loose, you watch him as he crawls on the bed, pushing you back and then sits on his knees. He grabs your hands and pulls them above your head, a mischievous smile on his face as he ties the belt around your wrists.

You thought you couldn’t get any wetter but you were wrong. Your pussy throbs at the action and a soft mewl fall from your lips. “Okay?” He asks, his expression serious, looking for any signs of discomfort as he tugs on the belt. “Not too tight?” You shake your head vigorously, letting him know you are perfectly fine.

“Words, baby.”

“I’m okay. It’s fine.” You pant. He smiles, pleased, as his previous playful demeanor returns. “Good. This is your punishment for not listening to me earlier. No touching.” He pecks your forehead before standing back up and you hate how you miss his warmth. He resumes his strip show, now undoing the buttons of his slacks before taking them off. Left in his boxers you can now see the clear outline of his cock and you wet your lips, anticipation killing you. He grins at your reaction before finally taking off his boxers and the sight has you writhing in your position.

His beautiful cock stares back at you, hard, tall, a little curved at the tip with the perfect girth. “Please,” you swallow, eyes not leaving that thing. Jeonghan chuckles. “Like what you see, darling?” His hand moves to cup his length, rubbing up and down his shaft. You try to tug your hands free even though you know it’s futile. “Daddy, please.”

He smirks, watching you, hands moving to pump his length a few more times, soft sighs of pleasure falling from his lips that drive you insane. He finally takes mercy on you, as he moves onto the bed and balances his weight on his knees. “You ready, baby?” He asks, a soft hand running on your thigh soothingly. You shake your head up and down.

“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?” His voice is soft like his gaze and your heart flips. “I will, I promise.” You whisper, wiggling your body a little to prove your desperation. With a soft smile, he lines up his length with your pussy and pushes in as you inhale deeply.

A sensation of discomfort flows through you as he pushes into your tight walls, followed by an overwhelming feeling of fullness and you release a deep breath. Above you Jeonghan grunts, supporting his weight on his elbows, trying not to start ramming into you at full speed. “Fuck- are you okay?” You can only nod your head, clenching your restrained hands in fists.

Your tongues dance against each other as he keeps you distracted, pulling back just a little and thrusting back in. “Feel good?” He breathes. You almost choke on your words, “Y-yes. Fuck m-me daddy.”

Jeonghan almost growls at your words. He doesn’t hold back, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips back in, making your body arch. “Oh fuck!” You moan, breath creeping out of your lungs. Jeonghan smiles lazily at your reaction, hips moving in calculated movements, his pace gradually increasing, thrusts hitting you so deep each time you feel like he’s inside your belly. His mouth trails over your neck, littering open mouthed kisses before they travel towards your breasts, capturing a nipple into his mouth. You mewl in pleasure.

His tongue teases your nipple, circling the hard bud before he gives it a harsh suck and then finishes off with a soft bite. He does the same to your other breast while you writhe below him, arms moving fruitlessly over your head. An incoherent chant of his title falls from your lips.

His thrusts never falter while he tortures your tits, instead picks up the pace and you soon hear the headboard hit the wall. You watch the man passionately move on top of you with blown out pupils. A few strands of his blond hair sticks on his forehead with sweat and he clenches his jaw, brows furrowed, focusing on his thrusts. The scene on top of you is heavenly and sends your heart racing for no reason. You whisper. “D-daddy… please, untie m-me. W-wanna touch you.”

His eyes widen a fraction as he considers your words before smashing his mouth on yours, hands doing quick work of untying the belt around your wrists. As soon as your hands are free, you wrap them around his neck to pull him close, clawing at his solid back. “P-please, daddy. Oh- fuck- harder.” You babble, head lost in a cloud of pleasure as you feel every inch of his dick brand itself into your walls. The pleasure makes your head spin and you know you are going to come soon.

Jeonghan increases his pace even more, drilling into your swollen cunt, rough breaths falling from his lips. One of his hands comes to toy with your clit while the other pinches your nipple harshly and you wail. “Daddy! Gonna cum!”

And you do. In the blink of an eye, the coil in your belly snaps and fireworks shoot throughout your body as you reach your peak, body trembling underneath him. “Yes, good girl. Come for me.” He hisses, leaning down to nibble on your neck before whispering, “Give me another one, darling.” You’re too lost to even process his words but your body moves to action, another orgasm already building up. Jeonghan’s soft grunts increase as he rubs your wet pussy mercilessly, his thrusts now faltering. “Fuck. Gonna come, darling. Gonna fill you up. Come with me.”

Your body seems to have a mind of its own as one flick of his finger on your clit brings you to your second orgasm. This time it is even stronger and you can see white spots in your vision. Jeonghan releases inside you at the same time, his warm seed filling you up and then leaking out. Your legs shake continuously as you sense him pull out and some of the cum dribble out of you but you can’t bring yourself to move a muscle in your body. You can feel Jeonghan crashing next to you, a soft hand touching your cheek and asking about your well-being but you’re too tired to open your mouth. Instead, you hum and sigh in content as he wraps his arms around you and the last thing you remember before passing out is his breath on your forehead and his fingers combing through your hair.

The sun is bright and shining the next time you open your eyes. Squinting at the light peeking through the half open curtain to blink to adjust your vision before craning your head to look around the empty bedroom. You are tucked nicely under the covers, dressed in a large shirt that you know is Jeonghan’s and your panties. It takes a moment for you to process everything before you sit up and a pleasurable ache shoots throughout your body.

It’s the weekend. Your mind wonders where Jeonghan is. Slowly you get out of bed and move with wobbly legs, quickly releasing the pressure in your bladder and then washing your hands and face. When you are done you step out of the bedroom and climb down the stairs, barefoot and it’s a pleasant surprise to see Jeonghan sitting at the dining table, eyes focused on the tablet on his hand and the other hand holding up his phone next to his ear. You don’t hear what he’s talking about, too busy taking in how sexy he looks in a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He doesn’t hear you until he is hanging up and you are almost next to him and when he turns around, his signature lazy smile appears on his face. “Well, hello there. Good morning darling.”

“Morning,” you grow shy under his stare, his eyes scanning you up and down and he seems very pleased. “You look lovely in my shirt.” He muses.

“Thank you.” You smile, sitting down at one of the breakfast stools beside him. “Sleep well?” He asks, a teasing tilt to his voice. You nod softly. “Who was that?”

“Oh, that?” Jeonghan chuckles. “My buddy, Seungcheol. He’s getting married in a couple of months. Asked me about a wedding planner I know.” You nod your head. You know Seungcheol. He’s one of Jeonghan’s closest friends. “Wow, that’s nice. You will be attending, no?” You inquire. Jeonghan smirks, “I’m the best man, darling.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “You know how he met his fiancé? Through my app. I literally set them up.” His eyes crinkle at the memory in amusement as you listen to him, fascinated.

So his friend is marrying his sugar baby. That’s romantic.

“I really thought he was gonna die alone but then he met her and he was fucking whipped. Can’t believe he’s the first one to get married among us.” He shakes his head with wonder. You reach for his cup of coffee with a coquettish smile before taking a sip. “Well, it’s nice. You should be happy for him. He’s getting married to someone he loves.”

“Oh, I am, darling. I just- don’t see the hype with getting married.” He shrugs nonchalantly, scrolling through the tablet in his hands. You raise a brow at his comment. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He peeks at you. “I mean, marriage takes away your freedom, doesn’t it? And it takes a shit load of commitment and work to make it last. And I’m not good with commitments. I like being independent.”

You snort before raising a brow, “And let me guess. Your definition of being independent is sleeping with the entire city, Mr. Playboy?” Jeonghan throws a sheepish smile at you, like he has been caught and you shake your head with a sigh.

“Just the ladies, though.” He winks. “But for now, I am not interested in the city but rather in one particular beauty in front of me.” He puts his tablet away and leans towards you, a teasing grin on his face that makes you roll your eyes. But you can’t help the fluttering feeling bloom inside you. He has such a way with words.

“Are you implying that you want to get in my pants?” You ask. “Oh baby, I’ve already done that. I’m saying if you are up for it again. Do you hurt?” He asks, his time concern evident in his tone as he gets off his stool and cages your body between him and the countertop. “I-I’m a little sore so…I’m not sure.” You whisper, heart thudding loudly at his proximity and the addictive scent of his. Maybe, you are actually up for it because your pussy seems to be leaking again.

Jeonghan gently strokes your cheek. “It’s alright, darling. We don’t have to do anything. Let’s get you some breakfast.” He pulls away but you immediately grab his forearms. “I- I’m up for… other things if you are too.” You mumble, eyes not meeting his. “Oh yeah?” A grin plasters on his face as he tilts your face up with a finger. “We can do so many other things darling and I’m definitely up for it.” His eyes glint with mischief and desire. Your shy smile is all he needs to get to work, immediately lifting you onto the marble countertop, the cold surface making you gasp. With a wink and the sexiest smirk ever, he tugs off your panties and attaches his lips to your sensitive core making you let out a shrill moan.

After a couple of orgasms and breakfast with Jeonghan, his car drops you at your place. As you enter your house and toe off your shoes, you yell, “Chan, I’m home!”

The man doesn’t seem to be far away, making a sandwich on the kitchen counter. He looks up, “Oh hey, noona. You’re back.” Dropping the couple bags from your hand, you envelop him in a hug. “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t call last night. I should have told you I was staying out.”

It has become a habit to spend the night before the weekend and sometimes even the weekend with Jeonghan but you always let your brother know where you are. You don’t want to be irresponsible or let him think you have forgotten about him. Chan sighs softly, pulling back. “It’s okay, noona. You’re a grown woman. You don’t have to report to me. As long as you are safe it’s all good.” You give him a wistful smile, patting his cheek softly. “Still.”

Your eyes move to the brunch he’s making and you wonder. “Is all the food finished? I kept some meals for you in the fridge, did you finish them?” Your brother grunts, going back to preparing his food, “No, there’s still some left. I just wanted a sandwich.” Nodding, you watch him finish making his food and wash his hands. You’re about to go to your room and take a shower when he murmurs. “Were you with him? Jeonghan?” He juts his chin out to point to the couple of Chanel bags you brought with you, yet another gift from Jeonghan. For no reason, you get shy. “Yeah.” You fiddle with your fingers, watching your sibling carefully.

He hums, “Did you see this?” He pushes a magazine that was lying on the kitchen counter towards you. Frowning, you pick it up to be graced by a picture of you and Jeonghan on the front cover of a gossip tabloid. It’s taken from behind, his body mostly covering you as you two walk by the sidewalk. Your face isn’t fully visible but anybody who knows you can tell it’s you. In bold letters, it asks about your identity, or to be exact, Yoon Jeonghan’s latest lover’s identity and part of you is glad that they actually don’t have any info about you, just suspicions.

You had asked Jeonghan at the beginning of your relationship to keep your identity a secret for you and the sake of your brother, as everyone loved talking about Jeonghan’s latest notch to the bedpost and a little warmth spreads in your chest to see that he really didn’t let anyone know anything about you. With a sigh, you put the magazine back in its place. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not…I just sometimes worry about you.” Chan says. “It’s just- Yoon Jeonghan isn’t exactly the gentleman type you know. I don’t want you to get hurt because of him. I mean, I was quite surprised at first but I thought it wasn’t serious since he doesn’t…you know, stay with one person for a long time. I don’t want him to…use you.”

It’s the first time you are hearing Chan express his concerns regarding Jeonghan and to be honest, you sensed some hesitation when you first told him that you were seeing him. Nevertheless, a small smile sets on your face as you reach for his hands, “Chan, it’s okay. I’m fine. He isn’t using me or anything.” You stroke his knuckles soothingly. He watches you in silence for a beat and you can feel the gears in his head moving. The next words are what you expected from him but still, they fluster you.

“He isn’t… like- paying you for se-”

“It’s not like that!” You scoff immediately, probably a bit too defensively. But it’s true. Jeonghan is not paying you for sleeping with him, hell the first time you ever slept with him was last night. He’s paying you for your company so there is a difference. Getting yourself together, you give him a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing like that, I promise.”

Chan observes you silently for a second before nodding. “Okay. If you are good then I’m good too.” Smiling wistfully you let go of his hands. “I’ll take a shower now.” Reaching for the bags you’re about to step towards your room but Chan’s voice stops you. “Do you really like him? Jeonghan?”

His words make you freeze in your spot. However, the reply comes easily. “Yeah, I do.” It’s only after you have uttered the words that you realize how scarily true they are.

Later that evening you find yourself sitting in front of your laptop, staring at the tabloids you found about you and Jeonghan. All the shots are taken from behind or far away; some of them are from when Jeonghan took you to one too many brunch dates. Sighing, you read the speculations about you; not one from high society, which is true. Closing your laptop you lean against your headboard, numerous thoughts running through your head. The prime one is that you have feelings for Jeonghan, your freaking sugar daddy.

You often had butterflies on your stomach when you were with him and you thought you had managed to bury them deep within you but no. Now that you are not in the man’s presence, you think about him, slowly, clearly and the depth of your feelings frighten you immensely.

Jeonghan is so easy to like. He’s funny and charming once you get to know him but also intimidating and scary when he needs to be. You have mostly come across his playful and charming side, as he loved teasing you and pranking you now and then. You have fallen for many of his white lies, only to be told that it was a prank and then get laughed at your face. But you couldn’t be mad. His toothy grin and bright laughter warmed your heart and the way he’d hug you while laughing made your heart race, making you join him in his laughter. His soft giggles when he’s tipsy made you want to kiss him and wrap your arms around him so tightly that he could never leave.

Thoughts about him often plagued your mind, an inappropriate amount for a sugar baby to think about her sugar daddy. Because deep down you imagined him as more than that, more than a source of money, which he showers you with. You see him as a companion, a friend and a lover. And you want him to be more. So much more.

The thought brings tears to your eyes as you scoff at yourself. How could you become like this? Jeonghan isn’t that type of guy, it is a fact. His words from earlier in the morning rub salt into your wounds. He doesn’t want to marry or date. He said he likes being free which means none of that. The most committed or maybe lengthy relationship he has ever had is probably with you as it is still existing after two months. That brings hope to your hopeless heart. Maybe he actually feels something about you but he is hiding it like a habit. Maybe he wants to truly be with you. Maybe that’s why he calls everyday to check up on you, take you to nice, thoughtful dates, calls you over to simply hang out.

Maybe, maybe.

Or maybe, he does this to all his lovers, no matter if he’s with them for a few hours or a few days. The thought makes you pathetically jealous. It’s unbelievably silly how much you want his smile and laughter and teasing and company reserved only for you. You want him, you want all of him but life is never that easy.

A ping from your phone jolts you out of your thoughts as you reach for the device to check it and sure enough, it’s the devil himself.

[jeonghan]heyyy babe, how you doing?

[you] just chilling. hby? Working?

[jeonghan] Unfortunately yes, babe. just can’t seem to finish them. I’d rather be with you ;)

His text makes you grin like a fool.

[you] Me too when will I see you again?

[jeonghan] Soon actually. There’s a party I need to attend this tuesday and you are coming with me. I’ll have a collection of dresses for you at my place to choose from.

Another party? You definitely don’t mind if that means you get to have his company.

[you]Great! Can’t wait!!

[jeonghan] Me neither. I’ve to get back to work, darling. Goodnight, dream of me ;)

[you]You too

Closing your phone, you clutch it to your chest, staring at the ceiling. A simple text from him has your heart thudding loudly and you are once again reminded of your feelings for him. You can convince yourself all day all night but the bottom line will be that you like Jeonghan.

Too much.

You are on your way home after getting some groceries on Tuesday afternoon when you come across a pleasant surprise. Just as you are about to enter your building, you find Mingyu, Chan’s best friend, there, about to go inside. “Mingyu!” You call for him with a smile. His head whips towards you and a large grin spread across his face. “Noona! Hey!” He calls as you take quick steps towards him.

“Chan isn’t at home. He said he was going to the library.” You inform the man towering you, assuming he’s here for your brother. “Oh,” Mingyu murmurs. “It’s alright. I have some good news to share with you.”

“With me?” You arch a brow, surprised. “What is it?”

A shy hand moves to scratch his neck as Mingyu smiles softly. “I got a job. A modeling gig.” Your eyes widen, “Oh my god, Mingyu! That’s so great! Congratulations!” You grin, genuinely feeling happy for him. You’ve known Mingyu since he was in high school with Chan and he often came over with your brother after class. He comes from a struggling family; his single mother working hard to take care of him and his sister so this is a great piece of news to hear.

“Thanks,noona,” he murmurs shyly, making you smile. You can totally see why he got the job. He is blessed with extremely good visuals and height so it’d be a loss for anybody who rejected him. “Does Chan know?” You ask. He nods, “Yeah, I told him yesterday. Anyway, the main thing is, I wanted you to join us for a dinner. It’s my treat.”

“Me?” You are surprised but also touched as you point a finger at yourself. “Aw, Mingyu, you don’t have to treat me. Treat yourself and your friends.” A cute pout appears on his face. “Oh come on, noona. You are my friend too. I need to pay you back for all the times you let me stay over and bought me and Chan snacks. Let me treat you to barbeque, please.”

His words warm your heart as the memories come back to you. It feels like ages ago when they were in high school, doing assignments till the night and then him and your brother passing out in your living room. You smile fondly at the memory but before you can reply a hand wraps around your waist from nowhere, making you almost jump out of your skin. With a gasp, you whip your head to the side and find Jeonghan, grinning toothily but something is different—

Oh.

He has dyed his hair from blond to black and you almost don’t recognize him at first. While you stare at him, still processing his sudden appearance, he speaks, flashing a grin at Mingyu, “Barbeque? I wanna go too.”

Poor Mingyu looks utterly confused and you playfully glare at Jeonghan. “Hey, why are you here so early? I thought you were at work.”

“Mhmm. Was finished early,” he hums, placing a huge kiss on your cheek, making your eyes widen. Mingyu looks at the interaction and blinks confusedly. You feel flustered. “Oh erm, Jeonghan, this is Mingyu, Chan’s best friend. And Mingyu, this is Jeonghan uh-”

Shit. What do you introduce Jeonghan as? ’Hi Mingyu he’s my sugar daddy’? You’re about to say friend when Jeonghan pipes in, “Boyfriend. I’m ____’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you, kid.”

A sour look sets on Mingyu’s face and you assume probably because Jeonghan called him a kid. He chuckles rather awkwardly, “Wow…you are dating, noona? I’ve seen him before, I think. Wait, are you Jeonghan of Yoon Corporations?”

“In the flesh,” Jeonghan smiles a cocky smile. “Oh,” Mingyu falls silent and there is a moment of tension as you look nervously between the two men before Jeonghan announces. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Mingi but me and ____ need to get going now.”

“Mingyu!” You pinch his waist, scowling at him. “His name is Mingyu, Jeonghan!”

“Oh, my bad.” Jeonghan grins and you have a feeling he did that on purpose. With a sigh, you smile apologetically at Mingyu, “It was really nice seeing you, Gyu. And congratulations again.”

“Yeah, thanks noona,” he murmurs. “I’ll get going now.” He waves at you with a small smile before turning around and briskly walking away. As soon as he’s out of sight, you jab Jeonghan’s arm. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you! You sacred that poor guy!” Jeonghan shrugs, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “Well, that poor guy has a crush on you.”

“No! He doesn’t!” You hiss, cheeks fuming. To be honest you always thought Mingyu may or may not have a little crush on you but hearing someone say it out loud makes you flustered. It isn’t anything serious anyway. Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going now.”

“B-but I just came from the store. I haven’t even showered yet. You shouldn’t be here until two more hours you know.” Your eyes narrow at him. Jeonghan hums, pulling you in the direction of his car, “Mhmm, you can shower at my place. Come on.”

“Okay, okay! Let me drop my groceries first!”

A few hours later you sit next to Jeonghan in his limo, on the way to the event. Jeonghan said it is a small one because it is taking place on a weekday and that you can leave early, so you haven’t dressed up much. Humming a tune, he looks outside, one of his hands resting on your thigh, playing with the silky material of your dress.

You take your time appreciating his features, his pretty, glinting eyes, his prominent cheekbones to his perfectly straight nose and down to his deep Cupid’s bow and his perfectly shaped lips that you want to keep kissing and kissing. Without much thought, you scoot closer to him, resting your body against his as you put your head on his shoulder, making him look at you. His hands move to interlock with yours which sends your heartbeat in a frenzy and you can’t help but think how cozy and homey it feels.

“You know, you introduced yourself as my boyfriend earlier.” You whisper, making him chuckle softly, “Yeah. Couldn’t really say I was your sugar daddy. Already scared the kid enough.” You roll your eyes at his words but your heart sinks a little at them. You had hoped that maybe, maybehe felt something more for you that led him to say those words. Sighing quietly, you keep resting your head against his shoulder and stare at your hand in his, your heart deflating like a popped balloon.

“By the way, did you think about what I said that day?”

Confused, you blink at him before realizing what he’s referring to. Jeonghan had proposed you re-enter college and finish your degree which you couldn’t complete because of your parents’ sudden death and the burden of loans along with Chan’s school fees; saying that he will pay for everything. You are the older sibling and Chan’s guardian so you dropped out of college and started working to make sure your brother accomplished what you couldn’t.

You have had quite some time to think about it but it just doesn’t feel right, him paying for your tuition fees when he already showers you in opulence. Sure, his offer was tempting, really so; you could finally finish your studies and get an actual job but he’s being too generous. It feels wrong; college tuitions are in no way cheap, at least to you and just accepting it like that doesn’t sit right with you.

“There you go again, overthinking,” Jeonghan’s voice snaps you back to the present. “Why are you thinking about this so much, babe? You’re an amazing person and you deserve to get that degree. If you think I’m pitying you, then stop right there. I have the ability so I just want to help you accomplish something you couldn’t earlier.” He murmurs, his voice sincere.

Your heart softens at his words.“I know, Jeonghan. It’s just- too much. I mean you have no reason to pay for my-”

“You’re my sugar baby. It’s my job to take care of you.”

“And you do!” You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Okay. Instead of just taking the money like that, I’ll accept it as a loan. When I graduate I’m going to pay you back.” You decide, your voice firm making him sigh out of frustration. He watches you for a few seconds and realizes this is what you’ll accept so he holds his hands up in surrender. “Alright, fine fine. I’ll give it to you as a loan.”

You grin victoriously, quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek, whispering a sultry, “Thank you, daddy.” Jeonghan narrows his eyes at you, feigning anger but you can see the playfulness dance in his eyes. “You love being a brat, don’t you?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, grinning as you trail kisses from his cheek to his jaw. A pleasured sigh escapes his lips, blooming pride in your heart. His head turns to capture your lips in a kiss that starts softly, his lips moving against yours in sweet, passionate movements. As soft whimpers begin to come out of your mouth, it turns more heated and he wraps an around your waist pulling you closer while your hands tangle in his hair. His tongue delves into your mouth, dancing against your tongue in needy movements, releas