#sugar daddy au

Summary:You’ve always felt like you’re running from behind to catch up, but after a chance encounter with an enigmatic man, your life gets ahead of you. (Helmut Zemo)

Status: Finished

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x f!reader (with a side of Hoseok x reader and Taehyung x reader)

Summary: Namjoon never wanted a Sugar Baby, no matter what Yoongi and Hoseok said. You never wanted a Sugar Daddy, despite the insistence from Jimin. Until your life takes a turn and you really need the money, fast. What was supposed to be a one night thing, a birthday present for a big time rapper and producer, turns into so much more when you find in each other what you never thought you had been looking for. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, so much smut, strangers to lovers, sugar daddy au.

Chapter warnings: TIME AND DATES MAKE SENSE DURING THE STORY! Keep an eye out for them. Drinking, mentions of being drunk, angst, jealousy, SMUT! 

WC: 12K

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NOVEMBER 25TH | 10:15

“Are you alive in there?” Jimin was calling for you. “I’m coming in.”

You pulled the covers over your head as the door to your bedroom opened. You heard shuffling, then felt the pull of the covers off of you. Protests didn’t matter with Jimin, so you were left huffing and trying to grab for a pillow. 

“I could be naked, you know.” you warned him. 

“Yeah, well, nothing I haven’t seen before.” 

Jimin was using his no bulshit tone, Busan satoori thick on his pouty complaints. 

You didn’t blame your best friend, you had been in bed for the past three days; skipping classes and barely leaving your room for meals. The trip to NYC had absolutely drained you, the jet lag only actually hitting you with full force once you made it back to Seoul. Plus, you couldn’t remember a night on the short weekend trip that you got more than five hours of sleep. 

Not that you were complaining, you still thought it had been one of the best weekends of your life. Even with all of the ups and downs and the way your last night ended. 

“I got you food.”

“What kind of food?” 

“The kind you eat, now sit up and talk.” 

You groaned loudly, eyes fighting to get used to the new clarity in the room from the blinds having been pulled open. Jimin wasn’t actually mad at you, he was merely a believer of tough love. And after being in bed for so long, you had to start reacting to life and getting back to your normal routine. 

Sitting against your pillows and headboard, you received the paper bag and coffee cup that Jimin had gotten for you from the cafe near SNU. 

“How was class today?” you asked while pulling out the cinnamon roll from the paper bag. 

“Everyone is going a little crazy with the expo coming up, most teachers are just letting us work on it.” Jimin sat across from you, folding his legs on his lap. 

“See? I’m not even missing much.” 

“Mr. Min asked about you.”

“Who’s Mr. Min?”

You didn’t remember having any teachers with that last name. Unless the jet lag had messed you up so bad you were forgetting things.

“Min Yoongi.” he said with a giggle. “He picked me up from class today, just to give me a ride home before going back to work.” 

“What a dedicated sugar daddy.”

“He is. But I think he was on a secret mission.” 

You ate a few more bites of your dessert and took gulps of the iced coffee. Jimin eyed you suspiciously before saying:

“I was under the impression Namjoon hyung sent him to get news from you.” 

“He could have texted me himself.” your shoulders moved up and down. 

Jimin reached for your phone on the nightstand beside your bed, trying to wake up the sleeping device. He waved the ‘NO BATTERY’ sign lighting up on the screen before going black again. 

“Oh shit, I thought I had plugged it in!” you cried out, pulling the charging cord and finding it dangling, not stuck to the wall like you thought. “Alright, my bad. I’ll text him later.” 

“Later? Alright, what happened? Last thing I know you’re texting me plans for a confession, and now you don’t even care about seeing or talking to him?”

“Of course I care about all that, Minie. I miss that goofy giant so much!”

“Then what’s the problem, babe?” 

You took a deep breath, scrunching up the paper bag after finishing your food. 

“I don’t know how to act around him right now.” you admitted. 

“Did he not reciprocate your feelings?”

“I never told him about my feelings.” 

Jimin’s small eyes grew round as he raised his eyebrows and pushed his plush lips into a glossy pout. 

The three days you spent in bed –and away from Namjoon– were enough to help you put things into perspective. You weren’t mad, nor upset with Namjoon. You understood that his ex showing up wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t interested in pursuing things with her. But you were put under the impression that things were still fresh between them, that maybe he wasn’t ready to start a new relationship, maybe he wasn’t even interested in one. 

So you told your friend about Aecha and everything you knew about her, as well as the few encounters you had with her, which culminated on her surprise visit to your hotel room and asking Namjoon to get back together. You left out all of what Namjoon had told you in bed that night, things much too personal for passing along, but Jimin still got the jist of things. 

“So you’re just not saying anything anymore?”

“How can I say anything? I’m not sure I want to get in the middle of whatever it is that’s going on between them.” you sighed. “Besides, if Namjoon feels something for me, he can tell me himself.” 

“I’ll support whatever you want to do.” he smiled softly. “But you won’t stop seeing him, will you?” 

“I don’t think I could do that even if I wanted to. I guess things will just stay the same.” 

“That’s better than nothing, I guess.” Jimin started getting up from your bed. “Now text him, or I’m going to start feeling jealous of all of Yoongi’s questions.”

“Oh, please, that man is a simp for you.” 

NOVEMBER 25TH | 12:35

“Bzzzzzzzzzz.” 

Namjoon jumped in his chair, reaching for the phone on the table in front of him. Only to see no new notifications on the screen and Hoseok laughing his ass off next to him. 

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” Namjoon mumbled, eyes almost coming to a complete close. 

“She still hasn’t texted?” 

“She has, we’ve been talking nonstop.” he deadpanned. “That’s why I jumped when I thought my phone was buzzing.”

Hoseok fell into a fit of laughter again, having a great time at his best friend’s misery. 

They were both sitting in a private room of a restaurant they liked to go to every now and then. It was one they would walk past during the years when Cypher was only a dream and they barely had the funds to eat three meals a day. Ever since they grew big and successful, the two of them –and Yoongi, who should be arriving soon– made a point of coming back and having a hearty meal at least once a month. 

“Do you want me to text her? Maybe she’ll answer me.” Hoseok meant well, but his sly smile wasn’t helping. 

“Not the time for you to hit on her, hyung.” 

“I didn’t even mean it like that–” the shorter man tried bulshitting his way through, but Namjoon’s pointed look showed he didn’t even get to try. “Alright, I did. But I actually need to talk to her about sending me hers and that Jungkook guy’s portfolio.”

“Do you think you can fit them in for Seokjin’s mv?” 

“If they’re good.” 

Namjoon didn’t know anything about Jungkook’s work, just that he had a good heart and was mostly excited about music and filming. But he knew you, and he knew you were good at what you did. This could be an opportunity for you to start off the career path you wanted, the first step towards the success he knew you’d have. 

“So if I text her, I can ask her to come to the building and you can talk to her then.” Hoseok tried, and this time he didn’t have any ulterior motives. 

“I don’t want to have to lure her in to talk to her.” Namjoon scoffed behind his water glass. He really wished it was alcohol instead. 

“You know what I don’t get?” Hobi was saying as he fixed his slouched posture and leaned over the table. “Why are you so pressed about her answering you if you just told me this morning you weren’t confessing anymore?” 

The last conversation he had with Aecha that night in New York had put a damper in his plans to tell you how he felt, to ask you out for real. It made him realize that he had issues within himself that he needed to work on before starting a new relationship. It wouldn’t be fair to you, and it wouldn’t be fair to him, to just jump into something now when he wasn’t ready. 

“Because just because I don’t think I can be a good boyfriend to her right now, doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep seeing her.” 

“You mean you want to keep fucking her?” Hoseok felt into his chair again, eyes staring at nothing as his head leaned to the side. “Can’t say I blame you. I miss that mou–”

“Watch it.” 

“Yah, you two bickering like an old married couple already?” Yoongi was throwing himself into the last empty chair across from them. 

The elder looked tired, as he always did, but his lips were slightly red and his pale skin had a fresh purple bruise on his neck. Yoongi wasn’t even trying to hide the fact his morning had been a lot more exciting than theirs. 

“So?” Namjoon perked up at the arrival of his other best friend. 

“Jimin said your girl is fine. Messed up from the jet lag, not avoiding you.” Yoongi explained and Namjoon felt a little relieved. “Also, she forgot to plug her phone in, so she didn’t get any of your texts.” 

“Ah. Silly baby.” usually he was really good at masking his stupidly fond reactions to you, but he hadn’t seen you in three days.

“Yikes. Is that how I get about Jiminie?” Yoongi grimaced. 

“You’re worse.” both boys said in unison. 

The waitress came over with a new glass of cold water for the newcomer and took their orders. They had been over so many times that no one even had to look at the menu. After she was gone and they were left alone again, Yoongi sighed. 

“You might have bigger problems than a discharged phone.” 

“What is it?”

“You remember how Mr. Lee has a spot at Cypher, since he’s one of our main investors?” he started, and both Hoseok and Namjoon frowned. 

“Don’t tell me he wants to start working for us.” Hoseok scoffed. 

“No, not him. He wants the spot for Aecha.” 

“Absolutely not.” Namjoon was shaking his head. “What happened to her job?!”

“He said she’s trying to branch out.” even Yoongi didn’t believe that. 

“Well, tell her to branch out somewhere else.” Namjoon was starting to get agitated. 

It was obvious to the three of them just why Aecha wanted to be a part of Cypher. Now of all times. 

“We can’t not accept her, Joonah.” Yoongi said, even if he felt for his dongsaeng. 

“Yes we can.”

“Yeah, if you want to start taking in any artist, and not only the ones we like and believe in.” Hoseok pondered. “Are you ready to become –how do you put it– a producer whore?”

NOVEMBER 25TH | 17:46

As it turns out, talking to Joon –even if through texts– did help lift your spirits quite a bit. You hadn’t talked about anything too serious, but you had made plans to meet tomorrow. He would give you a ride to classes in the morning and then pick you up again for lunch. And maybe, just maybe, you’d ask to come over to his penthouse later that night with the excuse of seeing Monie. 

You missed Joon today. But not seeing him until the morning would give you time to psychologically prepare yourself to see Namjoon. You’d have all night to make it clear to your head –and more troublesomely, your heart– that all that you felt for the man needed to stay locked inside a drawer until told otherwise. 

But the universe had other plans for you. 

Just after your shower, when you were still towel drying your hair and leaving the bathroom you shared with Jimin, the doorbell to your small apartment rang twice. 

“Minie?” you called, twisting the key to unlock the door. “Forgot the key– Oh, Joon!” 

“Hey.” he smiled, albeit a little awkwardly. He eyed your wet hair and the towel in your hands. “Did I get here too late?” 

A giggle was breaking out of you, and suddenly things were okay between you two. You opened the door wider for the big man to fit through, only now realizing you were wearing a pair of old Pokémon pajamas and you hoped he wouldn’t mind it. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” he sighed, letting you notice his heady shoulders and tired stance. “Wanted to see you so bad.” 

Step one: Controlling the butterflies in your stomach. Mission status: Failed. 

“And a little duckie told me you haven’t been eating right.” Joon said, showing you a takeout bag from one of your favorite restaurants you had gone together once before. 

“Little duckie? Is that what you call Jimin?”

He shook his head, following you into the kitchen. “Yoongi hyung calls him that. It’s kinda cute.” 

“That’s funny, Minie calls him kitty.”

“Okay, that’s starting to be a little too sweet.” he laughed, resting the takeout on your small counter. “Why won’t those two just admit their feelings and get this suffering over with?” 

Step two: Ignoring the pang in your chest. Mission status: Failed. 

You nodded at his words, wondering if there was more to the statement or if it was just wishful thinking on your part. 

“Maybe they are scared that taking that step might change things too much. Maybe they aren’t ready.” you said without looking at him, tearing through the plastic bags. 

“And it’s okay to keep things how they are, as long as they still have each other.” Joon said, absentmindedly. 

Again, you agreed with a move of your head, focusing on opening the lids of the takeout containers without getting burned with the steam. Namjoon had picked your favorite from the little italian restaurant in Hongdae; tomato sauce pasta and crispy chicken. 

“Fuck, that looks delicious.” you almost drooled on the spot. 

Namjoon’s low chuckle was right behind you, freezing you in place. His hands went to each side of you on the counter, chin resting on the top of your head. 

“Thought you needed something good to heal the jet lag.” 

“It’s great. Should I put it on a pan and make some sauce splashes, or is it okay if I just put it on plates?” 

“Aish, you’ll never let me leave it down, will you?” 

You looked up right in time to see his dimples poking at his cheeks. 

Step three: Not melting from his face. Mission status: miserably failed. 

“I’ll forget about it when you actually cook for me.” 

“I already told you I’ll make you that cereal ice cream you loved so much.”

Your nose twisted as you walked away from Namjoon to pick up the plates and serve your dinner. You already missed his warmth and at that point you gave up on your missions for tonight. It was a lost battle from the moment he stepped into the apartment. 

The two of you ate the delicious food on the small kitchen table, talking about nothing and everything. As it turns out, Namjoon was a big fan of Pokémon and even told you about his card collection. He said he kept it hidden, for reasons you could guess, but he could show them to you whenever you wanted. In return, you told him you had a couple decks yourself, but they stayed behind at your mother’s house. 

He was very disappointed about that, telling you he had some you could trade. 

After the food had been consumed, you got up to gather the empty takeout containers in a trash bag and Namjoon looked around with a confused wrinkle on his forehead and the dirty plates on his hand.

“Looking for something?” you laughed while tying the knot on the trash bag. 

“Your dishwasher?”

“You really don’t remember what it’s like to be a broke university student, do you?” you snickered. “Fame changes people.” 

“It’s alright, I can just wash it by hand. Like we’re back in prehistoric times.”

You laughed louder, fondly watching the man walk around your kitchen picking up everything that was dirty and bringing it to your too-low-of-a-sink and start washing them. And you were a weak woman. You see a tall man in sweatpants and white shirt, doing home chores, and you get a little silly. 

“Just leave it there, I can wash them later.” you were saying as you hugged his middle, face smushing against his back. 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah.” you kissed his spine, feeling how his muscles contracted as he moved. “Wanna show you something in my room.” 

That was an easy fight to win, as you heard the faucet closing and felt Namjoon wiping his hands on his pants, even with the perfectly good tea towel hanging just beside his head. When he turned around, so did you. Namjoon stuck to your back, much like you had done to him, and followed you closely into your bedroom. 

He sat on the edge of your bed without you even needing to tell him, the poor thing must have been so tired. You walked to your small study desk, unzipping your backpack that was all ready for tomorrow, producing a black folder. You gave it to Namjoom, who opened it curiously and flipped carefully through the pages. 

“Is this your work?” he sounded impressed, but not surprised at all. “Wow, this is really great.” 

You had prepared that folder with a few of your styling jobs you did in the past. They had been few and far between, but you weren’t as inexperienced as he might think. 

“At the end I added a few collages of pieces I think would look good on Jin.” you told him, helping him reach those pages. 

Namjoon studied the choices, nodding and pointing to his favorite sets and picks. 

“You got the concept perfectly. How did you guess?” 

“I can’t take all the credit, Hobi did tell me a little of the concept you guys are planning for the music video.” you received the folder back and zipped it up, leaving it on top of your too cluttered desk. “Will you bring it to him tomorrow, please? I’ll get Jk’s flash drive in the morning and give it to you at lunch?” 

“Yeah, sure.” Namjoon nodded, but all he could think about was: “When have you talked to hyung?” 

“You mean, today?” 

“No, I mean when did he get your number?” he tried sounding casual, even matching his words with a shrug of his shoulders. 

“Oh. He asked me for it on Jimin’s birthday.” you said as you organized a little of the mess on your table. “You know, after the three of us…”

Had sex. Together. All three of you.

At the time it had been fun, and Namjoon didn’t regret it. If the situation was right, he wouldn’t mind doing it again, even. But right now his brain was conjuring up the memories of Hoseok laughing at his phone, being secretive about who he was talking to, and even the times he excused himself from the room to pick up a call in the hallway. 

“Joonie.” he looked up at your call, only now noticing you were standing in front of him. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of him too.” 

“Me? Jealous?” he scoffed. 

It sounded fake even to his ears. 

You bit down your lips to stop a laugh, pushing him back by the shoulders to have him sit up straight and you could swing your legs to each side of his hips. You fit so nicely on his lap, it felt like home to you. 

Namjoon didn’t think twice about circling your waist with his arms, looking slightly up to your face. 

“You don’t have to be jealous of Hobi.” you said with a small hand caressing his cheek. “He’s just a friend.” 

“Okay.” his lips puckered in a way of asking for a kiss. 

“A very hot friend.” you continued, kissing his pout that turned into a thin line. “A friend that has seen me naked.” another kiss. “A friend I wouldn’t mind fucking again–”

“Shut up.” 

He said without any real bite, but some fake annoyance. Namjoon pulled you by the back of your neck to shut you up himself. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it was kind of hot to have you saying those things, teasing him with the ideas of a new threesome, even if it did make him a smidge jealous. He just loved how fun you were, how there were possibilities with you. 

He never had that before. 

And as you melted into his kiss, giving back everything he was giving you, he knew that at the end of the day you were his. Not Hoseok’s. 

DECEMBER 3RD | 14:09

Rkive, just like Namjoon’s penthouse, was becoming a second and third home to you, with how much time you had been spending in both places. Initially you had been a little hesitant in coming over to the Cypher building, not wanting to intrude or to be on the way of his work. But Namjoon always insisted that your presence calmed him, so you came over every time. 

That Friday afternoon wasn’t any different. The moment he was texting you to come over after class, you were agreeing. 

Which is how you found yourself sitting on the small space between his couch and wood coffee table, with papers and coloring pencils scattered in front of you. It wasn’t the Nakashima he had bought yet, which is why he wasn’t complaining about the risk of scratching it.  

You were doing your university work, and Namjoon was across from you. He had heavy headphones over one of his ears –so he could still hear you, should you need him– and would sing the lyrics out loud every now and then. 

He might not be the best singer, but his words were deep and heartfelt, and grabbed your attention each time. You were about to compliment them on it when your phone buzzed on your lap. 

Taetae [14:10]:It’s throwback night at Burn. Who’s down? 

JK [14:10]: I have boxing class in the morning

Minie [14:12]:I’m going out with Yoonie tonight

Taetae [14:12]:Yn? cmon don’t leave me hanging 

You [14:13]: Who else is coming? Can I bring Joon? 

Taetae [14:13]:Some friends from class, sure you can bring the bodyguard. 

You [14:14]: Be nice!

You closed your phone after texting your friends’ group chat and turned to Namjoon. He was scribbling quickly onto a piece of paper with a pen in the shape of a cactus, so you waited for him to be done. 

“Joonie.” 

At the sound of your voice he was turning around on his chair. “Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna go out tonight? We are going to a club.” 

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” he pushed the headphones off his head to rest on his shoulders. “I have this boring business dinner later.”

“Okay then.” 

“Why don’t you come over and stay with Monie?” he countered, pushing back against his flexible chair to stretch his long limbs. “So I’ll have a reason to rush home after dinner.”

The old lady in you wanted to agree to that, but you hadn’t gone out to a club in so long; plus Tae’s crowd was usually really fun. 

“I already told Tae I’d go with him.” you pouted.

The chair creaked with the harsh movement as Namjoon asked: “Taehyung? Is it only you two? Will  his boyfriend be there? Or Jimin?”

You giggled at all of his questions, picking up a green coloring pencil to fix a spot on your sketch. “Jimin is going out with Yoongi. Funny that he doesn’t need to be at that boring work dinner.” 

“That’s my part of the job.”

“And Jk has boxing practice tomorrow.”

“So it’s just you and Taehyung?” he pushed. And, frankly, you didn’t like his tone.

“Problem?”

Yeah. “No, of course not. You have every right to do whatever you want.” 

Namjoon was absolutely right, you did have every right to do what you pleased. But you didn’t like his borderline challenging tone. It would have been so much easier if he told you it would bother him if you were going to a club with Taehyung. Then you could assure him that more of his friends would be going, and that he had no reason to worry. 

But the way he said it made you want to act out on purpose. If he was so bothered about the possibilities of something happening between you and Taehyung, then he should do something about it. But so far he hasn’t. 

You turned your focus to your work, changing colors and drawing away, all while you could feel Namjoon’s gaze boring into you. If he was about to say something else, he was cut off by the knocking on his door. 

“Can you get that?” he asked you, since you were closer. 

“Yes, sir.” 

You crawled the couple meters to the door, not bothering to get up as you pulled down the doorknob to open the studio to whoever it was that was visiting Rkive. 

“Already on your knees for me?” Hoseok was laughing as he saw you there in that position. 

“Hi, Hobito.” you smiled brightly, accepting his hand to help you up and pull you into a tight hug. “Come in.” 

“I’m not interrupting anything, right?” 

He wanted to make sure, since Namjoon’s jaw was clenched and he looked a little annoyed. But you were shaking your head as you walked back to your spot by the center table. 

“And how’s my favorite little stylist?” Hoseok sat down on the couch behind you, watching you draw away over your shoulder. 

You giggled in response, and if you were just a little sweeter, no one said anything. “I’m good.”

“That’s not for Seokjin hyung, right? Not that I don’t think he can pull off a dress.” 

“No, that’s for the exposition at her university at the end of the month.” Namjoon told him in a matter of factly tone, as if him having that knowledge gave him Yn points.

And Hoseok noticed it too, so he ignored his friend. 

“Are you excited for next week?” he asked while pressing the back of your neck in a massage that made you close your eyes. 

“I’m buzzing! Very nervous too, but good nervous, I think.”

For the past week you had been working on finding, choosing and buying –with Cypher’s company card– the pieces you thought would look cool and match Seokjin and the music video for his new single. 

The actual filming was happening next week, and you were super excited to be a part of it. Even more since Jungkook would be there working too. 

“Are you going to the business dinner too, Hobi?” you asked while turning around to face him, chin resting on his knee. “I’m going to a club tonight, if you wanna join." 

Namjoon was watching the bittersweet exchange. On one hand it warmed his heart to see you so close to his best friend. On the other, he wondered just how or when you had gotten so close to him in the first place.

He wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with you and his hyung, but right now he was feeling a little left out. 

"Sorry, pretty girl. Next time though, yeah?” Hoseok pinched the tip of your nose, making you scrunch it cutely. “Got a date tonight.”

“With that girl you were telling me about? The one with the nice tits?” you did your best not to cringe at your words, wondering if it was obvious you were trying to appease your audience. Hoseok laughed, but nodded. “Well, if you get bored or want to bring her, we’ll be at Burn in Itaewon." 

"Noted." 

Namjoon’s chair creaked again, on purpose this time; his way of getting attention. 

"Do you actually need anything, hyung?" 

"Nah, Yoongi said you had the pretty girl in the studio and I came to say hi." 

"Hi.” you giggled, batting your pretty eyes at the hyung.

“Well, you said hi, now I need to work, please." 

Hoseok and you exchanged amused glances and the man left a kiss to the top of your head before getting up. 

"Good luck with your date tonight!" 

"Thanks, you too.” he teased on his way out the door. “Bye, Joonah.”

Namjoon seemed to visibly relax when it was just the two of you in the room again. But instead of going back to work like he said, Namjoon got up and walked the few steps to reach the couch. 

You turned around to get back to your work, pretending to think really hard about which colors you’d use next. 

“How’s the inspiration going, little one?”

It was more than unfair the way he managed to melt you with simple words and a soft tone. It didn’t help that you understood his past traumas and his reasons for jealousy, but at least you could see he was trying to break out of them. 

“Really good.”

“Yeah?” his hands were on your shoulders as he tried to see better.

“I guess your studio is really inspiring.” you leaned back against the edge of the couch, between his legs. 

“I’m glad to hear that. You’re welcome here at any time.” 

Namjoon pressed on your shoulders, wanting to relieve some of the tension he could feel under his fingertips. He nosed at your hair, smelling your strawberry and lily shampoo. He was ready to ask you if you’d like him to come meet you at the club after the dinner, since it wasn’t supposed to last that long anyway, when the beeping at his door made him pause. 

Not many people knew his code, one he had been meaning to change for a couple months now, but it always slipped his mind. He just hoped to God it wasn’t–

“God, I thought Hoseok would never leave.” 

Aecha was opening Namjoon’s studio door without knocking, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. All of the calm he had managed to install within you flew out that same door. The woman was clearly very surprised to see you there too. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked before you could check yourself.

“I work here.” she said, delighted with your surprise. And to put the nail on the coffin, she repeated your own words from before: “You’re the one who keeps showing up.” 

“What to you want, Ms. Lee?” 

Namjoon asked her, and you had never heard him sounding so cold. It wasn’t enough to calm your racing heart or your trembling hands as you picked up your spread coloring pencils and papers. 

“I have this contract for you to look over, Mr. Kim.” the jaunty way in which she said the words was annoyingly suggestive. “And I have to say, this studio used to be better frequented.”

“Who I have inside my studio is my problem, don’t forget that I’m still your boss.” 

Namjoon was standing up now, trying to block you from her view. 

“Okay, Mr. Boss Man.” Aecha pressed the folder she was holding into his chest. “I’ll see you tonight at dinner.” 

The woman left, and with her went the air from your lungs. Namjoon was breathing heavily, as if to calm himself, and you finished shoving your things inside your backpack in a rushed and careless manner. 

“I’m sorry about– Where are you going?” 

“You hired your ex?” was all you said. 

You wanted to follow it up with: After all she’s done to you? After all she continues to do to you? After telling me there was nothing there? How was he expecting to heal from her abuse and mind games if he was seeing her everyday? 

“It’s more complicated than that.” Namjoon sighed. 

“And you’re going to dinner with her tonight?”

“It’s not dinner with her, there will be more people there.”

He tried to make it make sense to you, and you might understand it if you let him get two sentences in. 

“She’s your ex isn’t that against some kind of corporate rule?”

“At least I’m not going to a club with her.” 

It slipped out before Namjoon could hold back the words. But when he felt cornered, he ended up saying things he didn’t mean. And he desperately wanted to take the spotlight off of him. 

“Is that how you want to be?” you asked, defensive.

“You started it.” he said it like a child who ran out of comebacks. 

“Yeah, and I’m also ending it.” you picked up your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. “Goodbye, Namjoon.” 

You passed by him, bumping your shoulder into his as you reached for the door. Namjoon wanted to go after you, make you listen, talk it through. But you were both hot headed right now, both had enough on your plates. It wouldn’t do either of you any good to continue this right now. 

DECEMBER 3RD | 22:12

Taehyung was usually surrounded by a big group of people. And if he didn’t go somewhere with an ensemble, he met them while waiting in line, on the dance floor, by the bar; once you even saw him leaving a club bathroom with a new best friend! In your years of friendship you had met so many new people through and because of him. 

And they were always a little weird, but so much fun.

You usually liked to hop from group to group with him, laughing at his clownery and weird antics that just made him who he was. 

But not tonight. 

You were feeling a little left out. The whole thing with Joon and Aecha had hours to sink in with you and it could have gone one of two ways:

1. You could be understanding, as you always were, and call him to make sure things were okay between you. Let him explain, or at least make up excuses. Could let it slide that he was always acting a little jealous when it came to you and other boys, but the second you turned it on him, he acted out. 
2. You could get over the fact that you weren’t together, not by a long shot; partially through a fault of your own, since you had decided not to confess. You were still in a Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy arrangement that made you both free to do whatever you wanted. You could go to a club with your ex, and he could go to dinner with his, hire her to work alongside him, give her the password to his studio, and not tell you anything about it. 

It was safe to say you had gone with the second option, accepting the feminine urge to act a little petty. As you stumbled into the club after waiting too long out in the cold, already regretting having drank half a bottle of Soju during the pregame at Sohee’s place, you grabbed Taehyung by his arm, pulling him closer to you. 

“Tae, will you stay with me tonight?” you were saying to his ear, lips ghosting his tanned skin to be heard over the blaring music. 

“Of course.” he agreed with a smile, arm instantly finding your waist. He threw a look over his shoulder as he regarded two girls he had met in the line to get in. “You heard her, ladies.” 

Both girls pouted and groaned, and you giggled. You could have told them you weren’t asking for a hookup, could have said you just needed your friend to look after you and then send you home safely whenever you grew tired. Then he would be free to go home with whoever he liked. 

But you needed to feel like a priority, at least for a few hours, so you liked the way Taehyung didn’t even think twice about accepting your request and focusing his attention on you. 

“We’re going to get a drink, you coming?” Wooshik, one of Tae’s classmates and close friend, called for you.

“You’re offering?” you asked as you were led to the bar by the man stuck to your back. 

“If he isn’t, I will.” Taehyung was saying with his lips to your ear, much like you had done. 

“Aww, you don’t have to pay for me, Tae.”

“Why do you say that to him, but always make me pay?” Wooshik was looking a little offended. 

“Don’t pretend you aren’t loaded, hyung.” Tae laughed, the rumbling of his chest warming up your heart. 

Minsu and Sohee were already slipping to the dance floor; you knew the girls from passing, both art students like Tae and Wooshik, and you vaguely recollected a comment about them working at a tattoo shop in Myeongdong. Seojoon and Hyungsik were seniors in the performing arts course.

You leaned over the counter of the bar, as the only girl remaining in the small group, it was usually easier for you to catch the attention of the barman. On a good day it would annoy you and you’d refuse to be part of the disgusting men agenda, but you could already feel the effects of the Soju running out. 

“Two shots of tequila, please!” 

You ordered first, having all three boys shouting their orders before the guy could walk too far. 

“You okay, babe?” Taehyung asked you, arm still on your waist. 

If this was happening a month ago you would have melted, but right now you just missed the extra weight around you. 

“Yeah, I’m great.” you forced a smile on your red colored lips. “Why?” 

“Don’t lie to me.” Tae said as you turned around in his embrace, back resting against the bar counter as his body leaned closer to your as more patrons crowded the bar. “You only drink tequila when you want to forget or fuck it up.” 

“You think you know me so well, don’t you?” your fingertip traced the ugly colorful patterns on his shirt. It was an eyesore, but somehow he made it work. 

“I know you more than you think.” he left a kiss on your forehead. This was your friend Tae, not your ex, not your occasional hook up. “Where’s the bodyguard? Didn’t want to come?”

You shook your head, not really in the mood to talk about Namjoon. Tae pinched your cheek and gave you a tight hug, only letting go of you when the busy bartender came back with your drinks. 

The two shots of tequila turned into four, that turned into sips and chugs of whatever the other boys were drinking and offered to you. When you were positively buzzing, brain a little foggy and your legs threatened to give out, you pulled Tae by the collar and said:

“I’m gonna go dance with the girls, yeah?” 

“Don’t you wanna have some water first?” he countered, but you shook your head. “Stay in my line of sight.” 

“Okay, dad!” 

It should have been a joke. You should have laughed at it, just as he had. But it only brought a bitter taste to your mouth and a pang to your stomach. You walked away from a smiley Tae, balancing yourself on your heels and bumping into people more intoxicated than you were. 

Minsu and Sohee opened up space for you to dance closer to them and away from any dingy strangers. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies, the DJ was playing throwback songs all night, the kind that everybody knew the moves to; like PSY’s Gangnam Style and Super Junior’s Sorry Sorry. 

As Gee played loudly from the many speakers spread around, you moved your body to the upbeat song. You felt light and airy, thanks to the alcohol you had consumed. You thought that drinking tonight would help you forget, but all it was doing was making you miss the one person you didn’t want to think about tonight. 

The thump of the bass brought back memories from when you met Namjoon, months ago, in a setting similar to this. It was just supposed to be a one time thing; you’d be a Sugar Baby for the night, use the earned money to pay for the first month of your university’s fee and move on. 

Yet here you were, tangled up, body and soul belonging to a man you hadn’t decided if deserved it or not. As you closed your eyes and threw your head back to the song, it was Namjoon’s beautiful face and adorable dimpled smile that you saw. When you opened them back up, you searched for him in every tall man in the room. You looked at the door, drunk brain wishing to see him walking in. 

But of course he never did. 

“Hey, what’s up with you and Tae?” Minsu was asking you. You always thought she had a crush on the man. 

“We’re friends.” you told her, slightly slurred speech. “Why?”

“You’re friends like he and Jungkook are?” Sohee laughed. 

“He doesn’t have eyes for anything else when you’re around.” Minsu explained. 

You looked around, finding Taehyung still by the bar. He had a glass in his hand, but his eyes were on you. You did ask him to take care of you tonight, so he was only looking out for you. At least that’s what you thought until his eyebrow raised and he licked his lips. 

Well. Since forgetting on your own obviously wasn’t working, maybe you should try it with a little help. 

A giggle slipped past your lips as your pointer finger beaconed him over. Taehyung flipped the rest of his drink into his mouth, pulling an exaggerated face, and marched over to you in the rhythm of Rain’s Rainism. 

Tae bumped into you on purpose, making you lose your balance and hold yourself by clinging to his shoulders as he held you strongly by arms around your waist. You were laughing, but stopped short when his face went to your neck and he licked a stripe of your sweaty skin. 

Your hand tangled in his long curly locks, pulling him back so you could clash your lips against his. It was rare that you started a kiss, but tonight you needed it. Taehyung reciprocated it with fervor and a little desperation, always greedy for whatever you were willing to give him. 

DECEMBER 4RTH | 02:01

Namjoon couldn’t sleep. Guilt had been eating him up all night, so he had given up on trying to fall into a slumber when the clock hit midnight and he was accomplishing nothing but tossing and turning in his cold and empty mattress. 

The business dinner had been annoying, with the way Aecha forced herself into the seat next to him and kept attempting to hold his hand, to touch his thigh under the table, and being overall obnoxiously sweet in an attempt to butter him up. In the past that would have been enough to have them rolling in the sheets by the end of the night, and after they were done, she wouldn’t even wait for the morning to break his heart all over again. 

But tonight all it made him feel was disgust and anger. It was supposed to be a professional setting, one where he should be talking business with investors, telling them about the growth Cypher had the last six months and talking about future plans. 

Not to mention that, if it wasn’t for the woman, he would still know where you and him stood. You wouldn’t be upset and he wouldn’t be worried about you being out there in a club. It’s not even that he was bothered by you being out with Taehyung either, Namjoon was mature enough to understand you didn’t technically owe him anything. He had given up the exclusivity when he put his plans of confessing to you on the back burner. 

A decision he was starting to regret. 

The thing that was staining his thoughts with guilt is that he knew this could have been avoided. Namjoon could have told you about Aecha having to work for Cypher Prod., explained it wasn’t something he actually had a say in, he could have remembered to change the password to avoid her just barging in, he could have defended you better, he could have told you she would be part of the dinner tonight because taking notes was part of her job. 

Namjoon knew how this all looked, so he didn’t blame you for walking out of his studio, nor for anything you might choose to do tonight. 

He was sitting in bed, with his latest book on his lap, reading the same page over and over again because he couldn’t concentrate, when his phone dinged with your notification sound. 

You [02:03]: I hate you ;((((((

You [02:03]: You knwo I was dncing wth tae and we were kissing bc I CAN and you were hving dinner wit your gorgus ex 

You [02:04]: But I cant stop fckijg thinkng about you 1!!11!!! Why!!!!!! I jus want you 

You [02:04]: Ugh wish u were here to fck me in the bathroom 

You were clearly drunk in your texts, never one to leave any typos in. Not to mention the context of the messages. It was rollercoaster of informations, since the knowledge that you had kissed Taehyung again brought an uncomfortable clench to his heart. Yet the way you ended the shower of texts saying he was the one you actually wanted helped alleviate his jealousy. 

But the texts continued:

You [02:06]: Why cant things be easy joonie why 

You [02:06]: Ugh i wont even rember this in the mrng lol 

You [02:06]: Opsie I cnt find my friends

You [02:07]: Theres a guy loking over maybe he saw my frinds

With a worried sigh, Namjoon left his bed. He was already texting his driver, uncaring for the late hour, as he looked for sweatpants and a hoodie to wear. Picking up his wallet on the way out, he was satisfied that Mr. Choi answered almost immediately saying he’d be coming over and would arrive in five minutes. 

The man would definitely be getting a hefty Christmas bonus. 

Namjoon wouldn’t be going after you if he didn’t think you could potentially be in some kind of danger, and texting or calling you to make sure didn’t sound like the best idea either. 

Exactly five minutes later, Namjoon was slipping in the backseat of his car, telling Mr. Choi to drive to Burn Nightclub in Itaewon. 

“Forgive me for the intrusion, sir, but you don’t look dressed for a night out.” 

Namjoon chuckled, because he agreed. Gray sweatpants and a mismatched hoodie didn’t scream party-goer. 

“We’re just picking someone up.” 

“Is it your lady friend?” the nice old man looked at Namjoon through the rearview mirror, with a friendly, albeit sleepy, smile. “Miss Yn?”

“Yeah.” 

“Good.” the driver was saying as he followed the car GPS towards their destination. “I like that girl. She’s very nice.” 

“That she is, Mr. Choi.” Namjoon kept checking his phone, but you didn’t send anything else. 

He didn’t want to think about the possibility of you not being at that club anymore. Or even at all, in case your plans had changed earlier in the night and you ended up going somewhere else entirely. 

“Can I offer you a piece of free advice?” the driver asked and Namjoon hummed in response. “You should keep her. She’s a nice girl. I know this isn’t my place but I’ve been driving for you for many years and I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“Even if you have to get out of bed at two am to go pick her up?” he laughed with slight amusement. 

“Miss Yn always treated me with kindness. Did you know she always has coffee and pastries for me when I’m sent to pick her up for you?” Mr. Choi told him, and Namjoon had no idea. “That other lady you almost married didn’t even look me in the eye. So I don’t mind the late drive.” 

Namjoon hummed, mind filled with thoughts of you. 

The streets were almost empty, even in the Itaewon district. Mr. Choi found a free spot to park and turned the hazard lights on to inform other drivers that he wouldn’t stay there long. Namjoon was rushing off the car and into the night club. 

He received weird looks for his attire, but pulling on the sleeve of his hoodie to look at the time while simultaneously flashing his Rolex seemed to do the trick. He was let into Burn after paying an absurdly high fee. 

The inside of the club didn’t match the outside. While the streets were cold and barren, the inside was warm and busy. Drunk people everywhere, having the time of their lives, dancing as if there was no tomorrow. His height allowed him to see above most people as he scanned the dance floor in hopes to find you there. 

Namjoon wasn’t having much luck, until a tap to his shoulder made him turn around. 

“So you did show up, huh?” Taehyung had a blonde girl under his arm, both with red bitten lips that made it obvious what they had been doing. “She’s been asking for you. Come.” 

Namjoon didn’t say anything as he followed Taehyung past the dance floor and the bar, eyes scanning the sitting area for you. He found you easily once he knew where to look, sitting between two girls, and with a jacket too big to be yours draped over your shoulders. Your eyes were sparkling and you looked so sad. 

“How’s the sweet girl doing?” Taehyung asked the girls. 

“She’s been asking for her dad?” the one with colorful hair looked confused as can be. 

Namjoon held back a laugh, knowing exactly who you had been asking for. He watched as Taehyung let go of the blonde girl to crouch down in front of you, a hand caressing your face with more gentleness than he expected. The boy was saying something to you and your face lifted, gaze lost until it found him. 

You were getting up from the couch, letting the jacket fall off your shoulders, as you walked to Namjoon. He opened his arms for you, not letting you see the twist of his nose with the heavy scent of alcohol and smoke that was stuck to your skin and clothes. 

“Are you really here?” you murmured against his chest, his ears straining to hear you. 

“Yeah. Let’s get you home.” 

“Nooooo, I don’t want to go.” you pouted, but squeezed him harder. 

“I’m not asking you, baby.” 

Namjoon hadn’t seen you drunk that many times, but the little instances that he did, he picked up a thing or two about how to deal with you. Your pouty and bratty side came out to play, one he knew how to handle. 

“Say goodbye to your friends and let’s go.” Namjoon instructed. “Mr. Choi is waiting outside.”

“In the cold?” your pretty eyes blinked with concern, a deep crease forming on your forehead. 

“He’s warm in the car.” he told you, watching you nod and wave to the people you had come with. “Where’s your coat?” 

“Didn’t bring one.” you shrugged exaggeratedly. 

It was minus three degrees outside and you were dressed in a short, sleeveless dress. Namjoon wanted to nag you for being so careless, but now was not the time. Instead, he removed his hoodie and dressed you with it, ignoring the ‘whoops’ and ‘wows’ he heard while revealing his tight cotton t-shirt. He wouldn’t mind the cold as long as you were warm. 

“Tell her to text when she’s home.” Taehyung asked. 

But Namjoon didn’t answer. You’d have more pending matters once you arrived home; like sobering up, for starters. He held you closely against his body, pulling your tumbling body out of the club and onto the streets. 

Mr. Choi had moved the car closer to the entrance of the club, so the two of you were able to slip to the back seat before either of you froze in the cold weather. 

“Good morning, Miss Yn.” Mr. Choi was saying with a smile. 

“Hi.” you waved with heavily blinking eyes. 

“Where to, sir?” 

“Bring us to the penthouse. After you drop us off you can keep the car over the weekend, and we’ll see you again on monday.” Namjoon instructed. “Take the family for a ride.” 

“There’s no need for that, sir–”

“I insist.” 

The driver thanked him with a nod and got back onto the street to drive the two of you home. As Namjoon looked you over, he noticed your tightly crossed arms and pushed out bottom lip. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I’m still mad at you.” you were saying with half slitted eyes. 

“Good, because I’m mad at you too.” 

You gasped and stared at him in absolute shock. High pitched voice as you said: “What are you mad at me for?!” 

“Going out without proper winter clothes? Getting lost from your friends and worrying me? Hooking up with your ex?” 

Quietly, as the car stopped at a red light, Mr. Choi turned around to pull the flimsy curtain that separated the front seats from the back of the car to give you the false impression of privacy. 

“Well, I wouldn’t need to hook up with my ex if you had been there!” 

“You know I couldn’t be there.” 

“Yeah, because you were with your ex!” 

Namjoon took a deep breath, he knew this was pointless. Your words were slurring together and you wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning. He had apologies ready to offer you, but he wouldn’t waste them on deaf ears. 

The car fell into a deep silence that felt like ages, but it couldn’t have been five minutes until you spoke again. Softer this time. 

“For the record, I don’t want Tae.” 

“I don’t want Aecha either.” 

Another beat of silence passed until you turned sideways on the seat, pout heavy on your lips. 

“Then prove it.” you challenged. 

You were trying to seem so serious, so menacing. But Namjoon just thought you looked adorable. Red cheeks, sleepy eyes, wobbly bottom lip. You might just be the cutest thing he had ever seen. A little sparkle around your neck brought his eyes down, noticing the necklace he had given you in New York was still resting on your collarbone.

Even while mad at him, you never took it off.  

“How do I prove it, baby?” 

You tapped your chin, thinking hard about your options. “Fuck me right here, right now.” 

Mr. Choi started coughing from the front seat and Namjoon went absolutely red in the face. You didn’t waver, a challenging lift to your eyebrow. 

“I can’t do that right now.” Namjoon tried reasoning with you. “Let’s get home and we’ll talk about it, yeah?” 

“I knew it.” 

You turned away from him again, your side profile being illuminated by the warm yellow lights from the lamp posts outside. You were so beautiful to him, so precious. Even without knowing it, you gave him the push he needed to want to fix himself, to be a better man. Firstly, you made him want to be better for him. You were showing him how he deserved to be treated, the kind of happiness he should strive to have. 

But you also made him want to be better for you. 

Namjoon didn’t want you to be mad at him, rightfully so or not. He also couldn’t give you what you wanted right now, not with Mr. Choi in the car. But he could try something. 

He slid closer to you, pushing your hair away from your neck. You didn’t move, still ignoring him. Namjoon bent down to reach the side of your face, kissing your jaw, under your ear, moving down to your neck. His hand rested on your naked leg, fingertips dancing on the inside of your thigh. 

Your breathing grew heavy, lips parting with a pant as you melted into the seat.  

“Don’t be like this, babygirl.” he said against your warm skin, lips sucking on the spot under your ear. 

“Please–”

“Shhhh. Be quiet for daddy.” 

He was whispering, hand slipping between your legs and under your dress. You covered your red stained lips with small hands, parting your knees for him. Namjoon gently ran his fingertips over your clothed core, applying light pressure. 

"When we get home, I’ll take care of you." 

"Promise?” you whispered. 

“Did daddy ever lie to you?" 

You were shaking your head. Namjoon had never lied to you. He might have omitted a few things, but never lie.

The view outside showed the car was already driving up his street, the speed decreasing to a stop. Namjoon pressed harder over your clit just to tease you a little more before removing his hand completely.

"Ern… Sir, Miss.” Mr. Choi called, a little chocked up. “You’re home.”

“Thanks. Have a good weekend, okay? Get home safe." 

Namjoon opened your door from the inside, tapping on your legs for you to get out of the car and followed after you. You were still a little wobbly walking up the steps to the lobby, but Namjoon held you steady. 

The moment the doors to the elevators were closing, you were all over him. Uncaring for the cameras you started kissing his neck and grabbing for his shirt before he could even press the button to the penthouse. 

He laughed while holding your hands to your back, halting your attack.

"You promised!” the little horny drunk that you were protested.

“Yes I did, but we’re not home yet, are we?" 

You seemed to think hard about that, looking around yourself and finally calming down. 

When Namjoon unlocked the door with his thumbprint, you were already trying to climb him like a tree again. He had to laugh at your desperation and clumsiness, almost tripping over an excited Monie and eyes filling with tears when you thought you might have hurt him. 

Namjoon started leading you to his bedroom, returning your kisses as best as he could while trying to walk you into the bathroom. He was on his knees as soon as the door closed behind you, kissing the tops of your thighs as he undid the clasps of your shoes from your ankles. 

You groaned in relief as your aching feet rested flat on the cold floor, busying yourself with removing his hoodie and letting your purse fall to the floor with a careless thump. 

Namjoon was kissing your neck as his able hands looked for the zipper on your back to remove your dress. 

Your panties and strapless bra went right after. 

He had you so focused on his hands and kisses that you didn’t notice he was walking you backwards into the shower. Nor did you realize Namjoon flipped on the knob to turn the water on, pulling away at the last second to avoid getting hit while he still had his clothes on. 

You squealed with the cold temperature of the water  hitting your body. As you tried to escape and flee the shower stall, Namjoon held the glass door in place.

"Joon!” you whined your displeasure. “You promised!”

“I promised I would take care of you, and I am!” he held back a laugh. “I’m not fucking you until you’re sober, baby.”

“You’re no fun, drunk sex is great.” you crossed your arms and Namjoon had to look away from the way your tits were pressed together. 

And he had to agree, drunk sex was a lot of fun. But not when you still had issues to talk through. 

“Just have a cold shower and come meet me in the kitchen when you feel a little more sober.” 

“Have I told you I hate you?” you asked with yet another pretty pout. 

“At least twice now.”

Namjoon gave you a pointed look when he let go of the shower door, holding back a fond smile from how annoyed you looked. You showed him your tongue like a child and he laughed. 

DECEMBER 4RTH | 03:59

Raiding Namjoon’s closet for a shirt sounded like a better idea than going into your room in the penthouse to find something to wear. You didn’t feel completely like yourself yet, but your head was in the right place. Enough for you to be extremely embarrassed about your earlier behavior. 

As you walked into the kitchen, per Namjoon’s request, you weren’t sure what you were going to find. He had every right to be mad at you, he had left the comfort of his home in the middle of the night to pick up a brat from a club across town because you missed him but was too hard headed to admit it. Not to mention everything else. 

But what greeted you was a dimpled smile and a glass of water. 

“Feeling better?” 

“I’ll tell you in the morning.” you laughed without any real humor, taking long sips of the first drink you had tonight that didn’t burn on the way down. “What’s that?” 

“Toast and cheese.” 

Namjoon pushed the plate towards you as you sat down on a stall by the kitchen island. 

“You cooked for me.” your smile was sincere and bright, as his cheeks turned pink. “Like, you actually cooked.”

“That is hardly a Michelin.” 

“It’s better, because you made it.” 

You looked down as you said it, picking up the toast and taking a small bite to the corner. You did feel a little hungry, and this would definitely help with your inescapable hangover tomorrow. But chucking it in at once would only make you sick. And you were really good at holding your liquor, but today wasn’t the night you wanted to test that. 

Namjoon crossed the island to come closer to you. He pulled your wet hair back so it wouldn’t fall on your plate and kissed the crown of your head before sitting down next to you. You were eating slowly as he watched you intently. His finger slipped under the chain around your neck to lift it from the inside of your shirt –his shirt–, so now the diamond heart would be on show. 

“We should talk.” at least he had the decency to wait for you to swallow your last bite. 

After washing down the food with the rest of the water you said, in a small voice: “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? I’m the one who needs to apologize.” Namjoon’s forehead creased.

“You can, just let me say something first?” you turned around on the bench so you could look at him as you spoke. “It’s not fair that I get upset with you about something, and then go ahead and do the exact thing.” you sighed, playing with your fingers on your lap. “I know we’re not together, this is just an arrangement. You have every right to

—Lover | c.sc (M)

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

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

warnings ➳ okayy let’s see, profanities, reader is shy and timid, she is also a simp, age gap tho it isn’t mentioned, lying, insecurities, mention of terminal illness, dom/sub dynamics, explicit sexual content: multiple sex scenes, daddy kink obviously, kissing, a little degradation (slut), marking, big dicc! cheol, one tit slap, one spank, a little fingering, a lil clit biting? tit worshipping, male oral, choking, virgin sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it guys, this is just fiction!), forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, crying, creampie, seggs so gud she passes out, lots of emotions that needs to be addressed, Cheol is kind of an asshole at times?

word count ➳ 15.7k (grab your popcorn besties)

synopsis➳the worst first meeting and then an uncanny proposition is enough to cause trouble for you. you fall for a man who doesn’t seem all that keen on returning your feelings.

playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // lover- taylor swift // power- ellie goulding // sugar- maroom 5 // tell it to my heart- meduza // guys my age- hey violet // tie a cherry- cl // only- lee hi // king of my heart- taylor swift // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge // i like it when you love me- oh wonder.

a/n: First of all happy new year guysss(even tho I’m late) and secondly, it’s hereee!!! The first installment of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice is here!! I’m so excited, goshh. This is my first time writing explicit smut so idk how good it was (lemme know, wink wonk). For me it was hard af like I had no idea it was so draining to write smut?? Lmao anyways. Tbh when I thought of doing a sugar daddy fic, the first member I could think of was Cheol. I mean- HES A LITERAL DILF OKAY, he has the looks, the money, everything so ofc I had to do my first ever sg fic centering him. I hope y'all have a great time reading this and anticipate Joshua and Jeonghan’s story which will probably take another couple months to be posted, sorry! Happy reading and I’ll see y'all in hell( I can’t believe I wrote this WTF )

Your ass hurts.

It hurts so bad that you feel like the skin has come off and it has been set on fire. But that pain doesn’t even come close to the fear and anxiety you feel right now as you watch the godly handsome man glare at you, his eyes shooting fire towards you like laser beams. His secretary or assistant or something dabs away at the stain on his pristine dark blue suit jacket with extreme caution; careful not to spread the stain further. The stain you just gave him.

In your defense, it was accidental but you aren’t totally guilt free. You were too busy daydreaming about the man; the one currently sending daggers your way, to notice he was getting up from his seat to take his leave. Somehow your clumsy, pathetic self lost her balance and ended up tossing all the hot coffee that you were about to serve another table on him- mainly his suit while you land ass first on the floor. You are truly thankful that the man was wearing his suit otherwise he would have been burned pretty bad and by now you would probably be on your way to jail for burning somebody.

“Fuck! Stop it!” The man, also known as Mr. Choi bats the other man’s hand away from his jacket as he takes it off, still glaring at you, probably cursing you too in his mind while you sit unmoving on the floor, stupidly gaping at him.

“Oh my god! We’re so so sorry, sir!” From somewhere Tanz rushes towards the crime scene and helps you get up, while continuously bowing to the man in apology. “That was an accident. Please forgive us, sir. We’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

“Forget it!” His voice booms, clearly annoyed as he mutters something to the other man who rushes out of the restaurant. “Do you know what you have done? How I could have been burned? I have a business meeting for fucks sake.” He hisses at you while dabbing at the light patch of brown that has seeped on his crisp white shirt from the jacket.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper meekly, head hanging low in shame, cringing at yourself. Way to make an impression. Tanz is about to say something but the man speaks again, this time directed at her, “If this is how your employees treat their customers then you should probably think about hiring new ones.” He snaps before turning on his heel and marching out of the place.

The hushed chatter returns as obnoxiously rich people stare at you and gossip while Tanz pushes you towards the kitchen. “Wow. So you like spilling coffee on men that you like? Is that your way of telling them that you are interested?” She raises a brow at you making you flustered. “I swear, it was an accident! I just- slipped somehow…I’m so sorry.”

She sighs, rubbing her forehead. “It’s okay. As long as he doesn’t file a complaint about us. And if he doesn’t do that, be sure he’s never coming back. He doesn’t wanna get his pretty face burned next time.” Tanz jokes but you don’t really find it amusing.

Mr. Choi has been your harmless crush for a while now, well he definitely was harmless until now. He’s one of the regular customers here, showing up almost everyday whether to have breakfast or to grab a cup of coffee. He always leaves the most generous tips which are a given for a billionaire like him. You have seen his face on magazines and the internet before as he is a hot topic of discussion because of his extreme success at a young age. Not only is he blessed with extremely good looks but he also doesn’t lack intelligence and pairing it up with his communication skills and straightforwardness, he has managed to build an entire empire fairly young. And you just spilled hot coffee on someone like him.

Tanz takes pity on your traumatized state and lets you go home early, where you crawl under your blankets and try to wipe the cringy memory off your mind. You can only hope he does the same.

Sitting here, waiting for the stranger to appear is nerve wracking. Well, he isn’t a complete stranger if you consider the messages you exchanged with him over the past week.

You still can’t believe you signed up on a freaking sugar daddy website and then started chatting with some dude who you have no idea is real or not and now you are here, waiting for the said dude at a cafe. This all truly feels surreal now. Sure, the man seemed fun and nice over texts but you have no idea what he looks like and if he truly has the capability to be a sugar daddy. In his profile, it said his name is Scoups and his age is 32. That’s all you know about the man you are going to meet. You don’t have any idea what he looks like because his profile picture was rather vague, a capture of his silhouette rather than his profile.

He had asked if he could meet you in this cafe last night and thinking about all your accumulating bills, you said yes. He even specifically told you where to sit, the third table from the entrance by the window. Now you sit here tapping your foot nervously, contemplating your decision and waiting for the man to show up. You can’t even look for him and only hope that he manages to recognize you from your profile picture.

You’re so engrossed in your thoughts that it takes you a while to realize a man is standing in front of you. Peeking up to look at him, your heart almost lurches out of your chest at the sight. Mr. Choi stands in front of you in all his glory, a confused look on his face as he judges you with a raised brow. Your throat tightens.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” He’s incredulous. You get nervous for no reason. You fiddle with your hands as they flail wildly and blurt out, “I- you told me to c-come here. We- we have been talking through that website-”

“What the fuck are you saying? I was supposed to meet some investors he- wait a second!” Some sort of revelation flashes across his eyes as he clenches his jaw and tightens his fist. You half expect him to start throwing punches but instead, he yells, “Fuck! Yoon Jeonghan!” He grits his teeth as he produces his phone from his breast pocket and quickly dials a number before walking away, leaving you completely bewildered.

You sit there as minutes pass by, baffled at the situation. Out of all people, he had to be your match? Or maybe it wasn’t him. God, you’re confused. When you are sure he has left for good and you should too, he reappears at your table, an annoyed look resting on his face.

He sits down on the chair across you with a disturbed grunt, before undoing the button of his jacket and releasing a deep breath. You sit there frozen, too nervous to speak or move, only watching the beautiful man in front of you rubbing his temples. He begins, “I have to clear things up. This is a setup, done by my dear friend. He was the one who you have been talking to on that website. He set me up to this, saying that we were meeting some investors. I had no idea I was gonna meet a…sugar baby.” He mutters dryly, undoubtedly displeased with everything. Dumbly, you whisper, “I’m sorry.”

What are you even sorry for? Oh yeah, spilling coffee on his jacket.

He lets out a mirthless chuckle, “It’s really ironic meeting you. God the confusion I felt when I saw you sitting here.” He shakes his head at the memory as you grow more embarrassed. “Anyway, I think we’re done here. Sorry to let you down but if you want to meet my friend I can give you his number.” His tone is dismissive as he prepares to leave but stops in his tracks when a ping comes from his phone. He opens the device to check the text and a frown settles on his face upon reading it. He sits still for a while, staring at the screen while you do the same, waiting for his next move.

And it surprises you.

“On a second thought, I don’t mind being a sugar daddy.” He announces as he gets comfortable in the chair again and you gulp, wondering what that text said that made him change his mind so quickly. Silently, you wait for him to elaborate but he doesn’t, instead starts scanning you top to bottom. You grow flustered under his scrutinizing gaze, shuffling in your seat as you wonder if he likes what he sees or feels repelled. It’s probably the latter.

“I have some specific demands that need to be met. One, if I’m being precise. You do that and I pay you generously.”

You swallow. “What is it?”

“I need someone to show up with me on family functions and other events. You see, my family has been pressuring me to find a significant other and me showing up with a girl will really keep them off my ass.” He states, getting to the point immediately as you sit there, processing his words. His proposition sounds almost unreal, too easy. He continues, “I’m willing to pay whatever your requirement is. If you agree, then I’m gonna prepare a contract which will carry all the details of this arrangement.” He sounds so formal like he’s doing business which in a way, he is and his authoritativeness makes you stumble over your words as you gather your thoughts.

“I…I don’t mind I guess. I have loans to pay off so…I’m willing.” You whisper. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this means you have to get physical with him, which you definitely don’t mind but the thought makes your throat dry. As if he can read your mind, he speaks, “Don’t worry about sex. I’m not looking for anything physical. But if you are willing then we can. However, that is not a priority. We can take it one at a time.” His bluntness makes your face burn as you nod timidly, looking away. When you offer nothing more he sits up straight. “ Well, then, Miss ____, I take it you’re willing?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Good. My secretary will contact you soon. We can meet up and discuss the contract.” He throws a professional smile at you, a pleasure-doing-business-with-you-with-you smile as he fishes out his wallet and pulls out a couple of hundred dollar bills. To your utter surprise, he pushes them towards you. “Thank you for your time.” Is all he says before he stands up and marches away, leaving you to sit there shocked, horrified even as you stare at the bills sitting on the table.

Two hundred dollars?

For what? Like twenty minutes? Is this what it feels like to be a sugar baby? Half of you feel ashamed while the other half feels giddy as you reach for the notes. You have to put your pride aside if you want to pay off your loans and accomplish your dreams. Also, it’s not like this is illegal or you begged him for this. He willingly gave you two hundred dollars! With a soft smile on your lips, you put the notes in your purse and head home.

A couple of days later, true to his words, Seungcheol’s secretary calls you, letting you know that his boss wants to have dinner with you and go over the contract. Due to the occasion, you take out the best piece of clothing you own; a mid-length black evening dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugs your body nicely and pray that it makes you look decent and presentable. Seungcheol is kind enough to send his car to pick you up and take you to the restaurant.

When you arrive, Seungcheol is already there, waiting for you in one of the private dining areas. Dressed in a grey suit and pants which are a little crinkled right now, it is evident that he had a long day. But somehow, he manages to look perfectly put together and attractive, his intimidating aura ever present. “Good evening, Miss ____.”

He greets as he sees you enter and with a shy greeting, you quickly sit down opposite to him. The room is spacious, designed with wood and minimalistic decorations as a table sits at the center, surrounded by a couple of chairs. Seungcheol pushes the menu resting on the table towards you. “Order whatever you please. Then we can start discussing the contract.”

So you do that quickly as the waiter arrives and pours some champagne on your glasses. As a means of easing your nerves, you quickly gulp it down.

“Now, since this is a contract, I expect you to be completely honest and tell me if you aren’t satisfied with anything. This won’t work if you don’t tell me your worries,” Seungcheol begins, pushing the written contract towards you. Tentatively, you pick up the piece of paper. “I’ve listed my requirements here. You can add yours if you have any. And if you disagree with any of these then we can discuss it.” He states, leaning back on his chair and taking a sip of the bubbling drink. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you read over the contract and you are pretty surprised over its simplicity.

They don’t contain many clauses, just a few; none of the parties are allowed to have any other relationships while in this contract, prices are negotiable if they do not satisfy the sugar baby, sexual relationship is not a must but it can be initiated with the consent of both parties and lastly, if any of the parties want to break off this arrangement, they can do so without any questions asked. You set down the paper with a hum and Seungcheol asks, “Okay? Would you like to add anything?”

“No, I think this is fine.” You say, making him nod and fetch a pen from his pocket. “You can always add something later if you feel like it. I want this to be beneficial for both of us. This way, we both get what we want, don’t we?” Nodding, you scribble your sign at the bottom of the paper, next to his. You feel like you have done something huge, something that will change your life and it will. He is literally your sugar daddy now. Which reminds you.

“Oh, thank you for that money…that day. You… didn’t have to do it, really.” You whisper. Seungcheol shrugs, his tone bored, “I’m your sugar daddy, aren’t I? Besides, you were scammed in a way. Only felt right to compensate you. Jeonghan says he’s sorry, by the way.” Biting your lip, you nod, unable to come up with a reply.

“Okay, now.” Seungcheol puts his hands on the table, his serious gaze making you squirm in your seat. “My parents are hosting a charity event this weekend. And you will be accompanying me.”

“This weekend?” You let out an unceremonious gasp. He raises a brow, “Yes. Do you have plans? I will pay you handsomely.” The mention of money makes you flush as you quickly shake your head, “No no! I just- I wasn’t expecting it. I mean it’s in two days and I don’t have any time to prepare my dr-”

“Everything will be taken care of, ___.” He pins you down with his gaze. “You just need to show up. I will have a pair of stylists and make-up artists at my place this Saturday. You can get ready there.”

“O-okay. Thank you.” You mutter, feeling a little intimated.

“Good.” Seungcheol smirks. “Pleasure doing business with you, Miss ____.”

After that, there’s a pause in the air as dinner is served and you both start eating in relative silence. “I did some background check on you. You’re a business major, I see.” Seungcheol states somewhere between the dinner. “Yes, I am.” You speak.

“You have quite an excellent score. Why don’t you come to my company for an internship.” The idea is enticing but you are already in a rather special relationship with this man so the idea of him being your boss too isn’t really the most pleasing. It is true that you are preparing your résumé for some internships as you need money to pay off your loans as the diner’s pay isn’t helping with too much. “T-thank you for your offer, Mr. Choi. But I don’t think I will.” He raises a brow at you but doesn’t speak further, instead sips the champagne. “You are not interested in an internship?”

“I- I was but not anymore. I mean, with our new arrangement,” heat flares all through your face “I-I think I’ll keep working at the diner and save up. I actually want to open my own shop.” You whisper, confessing your dream to him suddenly making you shy.

What does he think of you? Is he judging you? Laughing at you?

“What shop?”

“A flower shop,” you breathe, looking at your lap. He’s silent for a while before nodding, “A flower shop, huh? Interesting.” He muses and you cringe inwardly thinking he’s probably laughing at you. Before you can stop yourself you explain, “You see my mother used to have a garden when I was young. I really liked watching her tending to the garden with so much love and before I knew it I started to do the same too. She loved roses, half of our garden was full of them. I just…I don’t know, I want to work with flowers.” You don’t know why you are blabbering about this to pretty much a stranger and you half expect him to roll his eyes and say whatever but you watch him nod, almost understandingly.

“That’s great. We’ll drink to that. I hope you can open your shop soon.” He raises his glass and you quickly grab yours, clinking it with him, whispering a ‘cheers’.

It has been two months since that night and God, your life has turned completely upside down. If someone said this was gonna be your life a few months back, you would have flipped them off but lord, it is. You have attended quite a few events with Seungcheol in the span of the last couple of months and after each event, the amount that was dropped in your bank account was mind boggling, almost filthy. You have once tried talking to Seungcheol about it, saying he did not have to pay that much every time but he just shrugged and said that’s what you deserve for giving him your time. And you certainly can’t complain.

With the current flow of cash, in just a few weeks you can finish paying all your debts and actually start working on setting up your shop.

Other than the obscene about of money, there are gifts. So much of it that bags of Channel and Dior and Gucci and Louis Vuitton and Prada lie around your apartment now because after every party you attend with Seungcheol, he lets you take home the expensive dresses and shoes as gifts. You have tasted the most luxurious wines and champagnes, tried a variety of delicacies, rode cars worth a million dollars and whatnot. It has been an overwhelming but also a learning experience as you got to experience how the filthy rich people lived. And it is easy to get used to because coming from a struggling family, when you have diamonds and rubies on your neck and fingers, you truly can’t complain too much. But every now and then you tell Seungcheol to take it easy and tone it down just a little.

Seungcheol,right. The man who is now at the center of your universe. He’s an enigma, just like gravity as he keeps pulling you closer and closer yet leaving you unsatisfied. You don’t really know what you expected Seungcheol to be but it’s definitely not this. He’s attentive and respectful but also very professional. While this sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship may sound really intimate to others, it’s nowhere near that for the two of you. It’s fair to say you are extremely surprised at how Seungcheol keeps his distance and never tries to initiate anything with you.

You have been playing the role of Seungcheol’s arm candy slash companion, nothing more or less. So far you have attended four events with him, the first one being his family charity. His parents surprised you, in the best way. While you expected them to make rude comments and judge you down to your pores, they were welcoming and chatty and easy to get along with, like the rest of his family. His mother was the life of the party, talking and laughing and drinking nonstop, her vibe a lot younger than her age.

After that event, you attended two more office parties, followed by an evening party taken place after Seungcheol launched another new business. That night is the most unforgettable as you were flocked with paparazzi coming at you from all directions and throwing questions left and right. However, Seungcheol handed them efficiently, shielding you from the blinding flashes with his large frame as he answered the questions for you. He has always made sure that you felt comfortable and always made you feel included in conversations. And for someone with a soft heart like yours, his attention and politeness towards you have increased the teeny tiny crush you had on him to tenfold.

How can you not like someone as charming as him? Sure, he has kept you at an arm’s length, never sharing anything too personal with you nor asking anything personal about you but the sight of him in a suit, engrossed in his work, his ring clad fingers massaging his temples is enough to make you forget everything and fall for him harder. Seungcheol pays you to show up with him at events and while you were first interested in luxurious parties and fine dining events, you’ve soon lost interest in them; now too busy gawking at Seungcheol. The events now bore you but you certainly aren’t complaining when you get to be by the side of a man like Seungcheol.

The way he shows up in expensive suits, tailored just perfectly and free of a single crease and the way he brushes his slicked hair back while talking or the way his adam’s apple bobs when he sips champagne or the way his biceps flex when he buttons his suit is good enough to drive you insane. Simply speaking, it looks like you’ve got it down bad for someone who is clearly not interested in a relationship. You remember asking him about this on the way home after one of his parties.

“Why don’t you just…date?”

Your question catches him off guard by the look on his face as he raises a rather judgemental brow at you. Flustered, you’re about to apologize for being nosy when he sighs. “Too much work.”

“Huh?” You blink at him. “Dating. It’s too much for me. I’ve seen people around me fall in love and then fall apart in the worst ways and I don’t want to be like them. I’m not ready for commitment or the effort and responsibilities that come with a relationship only for it to end and cause me headaches. It feels like a burden to me.”

“Oh.” You murmur. “But it could be fun too. If you find the right person, I mean.” Your voice fades into a whisper. A small unamused smile rests on his face. “That’s the thing. Finding the right person. I don’t think there is someone like that. At least for me.”

“Well, you never know until you search.” You speak wondering why the hell you are pushing him to find love. Maybe because deep down that’s what you wish from him, to love you. Seungcheol stares at you for a while, your eyes not leaving his as you watch the city lights reflect in them. The moment is broken when a frown mars his beautiful face as he snaps, “Well. As I said, I’m not interested.”

His rejection definitely hurt you but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the next day Seungcheol announced that you would be accompanying him to Paris this weekend for a two-day business trip. The news came out of nowhere and smacked you on the face but you were too excited to complain how short of a time he gave you to prepare. Seungcheol dealt with all the paperwork work and a few days later you were accompanying him to Paris in his private jet.

It has been a couple of hours since you have landed and checked into the hotel suite. Seungcheol is currently taking a shower as you stand on the balcony, watching the Eiffel tower in the distance as the dusk fell.

You are still in the process of processing that all this is real and you are truly in Paris, staying in a fucking penthouse suite which unfortunately or fortunately has two bedrooms because Seungcheol claimed he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, sipping a wine whose name you can’t even pronounce. All thanks to your dear sugar daddy. The word still feels foreign on your tongue and you haven’t called him that out loud but oftentimes, your mind wonders if he’d like to be called that in bed. You are yet to find out if you have a daddy kink which seems like it won’t happen soon given how professional Seungcheol has been with you.

Your wandering thoughts come to a halt as Seungcheol appears from the bathroom, half naked, just grey pajama pants hanging low on his hips and you almost choke on your wine. Making a quick excuse you dash to the bathroom, seeking shelter from the defined, absolutely perfect muscles all over his chest and abdomen. This sugar baby thing is proving to be a lot harder than you thought but hey, at least you are getting paid enough.

The next day Seungcheol meets his business partners in an early breakfast meeting as you get your beauty sleep in the fluffy white pillows and blankets. Later that evening you prepare for the after party as you put on a champagne colored silk evening dress, another luxurious purchase by Seungcheol. With your makeup done, you are putting on your earrings when Seungcheol pads into your room, dressed in the finest white suit you’ve ever seen. There’s a white turtleneck underneath it and a Chanel brooch pin rests on one of the lapels of his collar. His hair is styled back in a rather messy way as the smaller strands lay scattered on the sides of his forehead and you have this terrible urge to run your fingers through them. He simply looks delectable.

You watch him with bated breath for a while before his voice brings you back to reality. “Are you finished?”

“Yeah, um, I just need to put my shoes on,” you reply fumbling for your pumps. Seungcheol watches you for a second, his eyes scanning you top to bottom before he gives you a soft smile and steps out of the room, leaving you to finish getting ready.

This party is like every other, men talking about capitalist things and women showing off their jewels to each other. You sit on a chair by the long table full of sweets and fruits, helping yourself with a piece of strawberry as you sip on the rose champagne and watch Seungcheol converse with his business partners. Well, he stays silent mostly while the men surrounding him talk and this is the first time you have seen Seungcheol look so disinterested. His eyes keep wandering around and often landing on you and when they do, he holds his gaze, eyes boring into yours even though he’s on the other side of the room. As you finish your strawberry Seungcheol excuses himself from his friends and stalks over to you. “Boring, isn’t it?” He raises a brow at you.

“I’m surprised to hear that from you.” You send a teasing smile on his way. He laughs softly, “I know. I’m kind of regretting making them partners. They just don’t know when to shut their traps.” He sighs, grabbing a champagne flute and finishing it in one go. “Well, would you like to leave then?” You ask. “Now?” He frowns. “We haven’t had dinner yet.”

You shrug. “We can just have it back in the hotel if that’s okay with you.” Seungcheol seems to ponder that idea for a second before he reaches out for your hand, surprising you. “Let’s do that. I’ve had a long day.” Nodding you follow him, your hands linked with his as you excuse yourselves from the party and head towards Seungcheol’s limo.

Tonight the air between the two of you feels different, charged with palpable tension. Seungcheol, who only have ever touched the small of your back or pressed the slightest kisses on your temple as a public display of affection has been keeping his hands a lot more on you today. Like right now.

His hand rests on your thigh casually as you sit next to him on the limo, your heart thudding loudly when he absentmindedly starts stroking the flesh. You take a tentative look at him, his eyes focused outside, his brows furrowed a little. His face is so close to you, just mere inches apart and you can even count his beautiful, long lashes. And you have this insane urge to kiss every inch of his face, press your lips against him and feel the softness.

Your body seems to take matters into its hand as you feel yourself move and press your lips softly against like sharp jawline. Seungcheol is pleasantly shocked as he turns to face you, the hand on your thigh tightening. Holding your breath you watch him, waiting for him to react. He does by cupping your cheek, dark eyes watching you closely. And then he leans closer, pressing his lips on your cheek before trailing down towards your lips. He then stops and observes you for a while, his warm breath kissing your face, the heated desire in his eyes making your heart race.

And then he presses his lips on the corner of yours gently, as if testing the waters. Your soft gasp and tightening hold on his jacket ease his worries as he attaches his lips to yours softly. He takes his sweet time kissing your lips as you sit there frozen, the fact that this is happening stunning you. When he gently prods his tongue into your mouth you grab his jacket, breath hitching as fireworks spread through your body.

Perilously you kiss him back, hands snaking around his neck as he somehow shifts you onto his lap. Your heart rings in your ears loudly, thrilled to finally, finally taste the man you have been utterly besotted to.

He tastes like pure luxury, fine and deep and obsessive leaving you moaning for more. He removes his lips from yours to trail them down your neck, starting from your jaw as soft gasps leave your mouth. You throw your head back once his lips meet your sensitive spots and half unconsciously you start grinding yourself against his thigh. You seem to have lost your mind, your brain overflowing with some sort of horny hormones probably because your period is coming or because of the unfairly sexy man underneath you. However, your passionate moment is hindered as the car comes to a halt making you snap out of your reverie.

Face heated, you scramble to get off his lap while he lets you, an unaffected look resting on his face as if he didn’t just eat your face. Getting off the car as fast as possible you march inside the hotel and go straight for the elevator. Seungcheol follows you close by and after one awkward, full of tension elevator ride later you reach the suite and as soon as Seungcheol unlocks it, you almost make a beeline for your room, too ashamed to face him after your little make out session. But his voice stops you in your tracks.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” He asks suddenly, his face solemn. The sincerity in his tone makes you feel a little guilty. “No!” You signify. “I just- um, I really liked it but I’m afraid you didn’t and I crossed a line or something…” You trail off nervously, eyes low in embarrassment. He watches you amusedly for a while before stepping towards you and tilting your head up with a finger.

The proximity of his body next to yours paired with his scalding gaze have your knees shaking but you swallow and meet his eyes. “Trust me, you didn’t cross any line.” His deep voice reverberates as he leans closer, his lips a breath away from your ear. “I liked that a lot, in fact.” He whispers, trailing his lips from your cheek to your earlobe as he softly bites the flesh. Your hands clutch on his jacket tightly as you mewl, legs shaking. You can’t believe how embarrassingly wet you are from one makeout session.

“Wait!” You speak, making him step back immediately with a frown and you hate how you miss his warmth. You don’t want him to get the wrong idea so you keep your hands on his jacket as you look down and whisper your embarrassing truth. “I- you should know…that…I’ve never done this before. I’m- I’m-” you can’t bring yourself to finish that sentence so keep your head down in shame, scared that he’s gonna back out now. For a moment nothing happens and you feel like disappearing into thin air, before he cups your cheek and guides your face up.

“That’s okay. What I need to know is,” His eyes darken visibly, turning into pools of lava, “Do you really want this? Do you want me?” He utters, his lips a breath away from yours. “Y-yes, I do.” He didn’t even touch you but you are already gasping for air, the thoughts of him corrupting you sending shivers down your spine.

Watching you for a beat he leans closer and attaches his lips to yours, gently at first. When a soft, pleasured gasp leaves your mouth he grows bolder, pushing his tongue inside and claiming your mouth once again and biting your lips to the point it’s swollen. The kiss is raw, filled with molten lust as he somehow manages to guide you both towards the master bedroom your lips always connected to his plump ones.

When you both stand in front of the huge bed, you almost lose your balance due to your lust-riddled brain but he is quick to grab your waist rather roughly and pulls you close while his other hand ventures downwards, groping your ass. He kisses you until you are breathless and then pulls back to look at your already fucked out state, your doe eyes watching him with so much eagerness.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, eyes on your swollen lips that are parted just a little.

With a gentle hand, he reaches for the straps of your gown and lets them fall off your shoulders before his hands dance on your back, tugging down the zipper in a smooth motion. He steps back just a little bit, waiting for you to step out of your dress and shyly you do so. The dress doesn’t let you wear a bra so your bare breasts are exposed to the chilly air, making your nipples harden immediately. You’re about to cover yourself out of shame when he grabs your wrists. “Don’t.” Is all he says, his voice gentle yet commanding and you nod vigorously like a puppet.

He begins by pressing kisses on your shoulders and then your breasts as his hands work on massaging them simultaneously. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting and torturing it with his tongue until you are arching towards him with a moan and bunching the sheets in your fists. “You are so beautiful when you moan for me darling, don’t stop.” He mouths with a cheeky smile before doing the same to your other breast, all the while watching your reaction and you are so lost in sensations that you don’t realize he has taken off his suit jacket sometime while pleasing you.

Then he stops for a moment, pushing you back into the pillows behind you and sitting on his knees as he takes off his turtleneck. His body is truly a sight for sore eyes, chiseled abs all over and you have this urge to kiss every inch of his porcelain skin. Smirking at how you ogle him he then reaches for his pants, tugging them off too. Left in his boxers only which shows a clear outline of his hard length, you can’t help but mewl out a please. Your desperation makes him cockier and he decides to tease you a little further.

Leaning down, he presses sweet kisses on your belly before going down, eyes connecting with yours every so often. He kisses your covered core once before tugging off your panties and tossing them aside, making you gasp and without a delay he spreads your legs open, staring at your core. You feel your whole body heat up with embarrassment and you want to close your legs but you can’t because of his strong grip. It frustrates you how slow he is, too busy eye fucking you and enjoying your neediness. Throwing the sexiest smirk at you that has your pussy leaking, he leans down and attaches his lips against your core.

You almost scream bloody murder.

His mouth moves expertly against your most sensitive spot as he messily sucks and laps at your core. Your hands fist on his hair as you almost arch off the bed when you feel his warm tongue prodding at your entrance. “Fuck! Daddy!” And the word leaves your lips somehow which makes Seungcheol stop his ministrations on you. He leans back to look at you and you are so embarrassed you hope that the bed would swallow you up.

You’re about to open your mouth to apologize but he says, “What did you call me?” His deep baritone has you gushing again as his smoldering eyes pin you down. “D-daddy.” You whisper. “Good. Scream that when I make you come.” The confidence and authority in his voice are enough to almost make you come as he dives back in with renewed vigor.

He’s merciless, prodding your hole relentlessly with his tongue, alternating sucks and nips on your clit. It sets fireworks all through you and you feel the coil in your belly starting to tighten in pleasure. “So fucking good baby. You taste so sweet.” He grunts, face pressed against your mound and his words paired with the lewd sight between your legs has your cunt throbbing.

Soon enough you find yourself on the precipice of an orgasm which washes over you when he gently nips your clit before giving it a harsh suck. You scream as you hurl down an orgasm, your first, real orgasm as Seungcheol holds your shaking body down.

Before you can even come back from your high, he continues, kissing your pussy aggressively while adding a finger and then two and the sudden stretch in your tight hole has you coming again in mere seconds, this time your orgasm stronger, setting your nerve endings on fire as you scream his name.

He sits back once done, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches you twitch underneath him, vision q little blurry. He makes a show of licking his lips which glisten with your arousal before leaning down by supporting himself on his elbows and capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. You moan, tasting yourself on his tongue and the filthiness of his act sends a new rush of arousal through your body.

“Do you want me to continue?” He asks and though his concern warms your heart you can’t help the groan. “Yes, yes! Of course.” You almost yell. Chuckling at your enthusiasm, he moves back and rakes a hand through his hair. “Well, then, if we’re gonna do it, we have to do it bare because I don’t have a condom with me. But I assure you, I’m clean and I’ll pull out.” He says, his eyes focused on your face to catch any hint of hesitation and honestly, you don’t give a fuck. You’ll do just about anything to have his dick inside you right now.

“I’m on the pill so I’m fine.” You pant, reaching for him to pull him close. Smirking, he grabs your wrists midway and pins them above your head. Lazily he whispers in your ear, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself. Understand?” You answer him with an enthusiastic nod but he isn’t satisfied as he lands a sudden slap on your tit making you squeal. “Yes, daddy! Yes!” You heave for breaths, pussy throbbing as his rough treatment.

Once happy he works on removing his boxers and when they come off you almost drool, mouth hanging open at the sight. His cock is utterly beautiful, long and thick and heavy as it bobs in the air. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you swallow, thinking about how deliciously it’s gonna stretch you, if you can even take it in the first place.

“Like what you see?” His tone is smug and you can only nod. He gives your pussy a few rubs, spreading your arousal before lining his cock up to your entrance, intense eyes watching you as he whispers, “Deep breaths baby. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable, alright? I’ll stop immediately.” You can only nod, grabbing his biceps for support as you feel his tip entering followed by some inches and just that feeling has you on the brink of exploding. Sharp pain and pleasure surge through you but what steals most of your focus is how incredibly full you feel. Your breath hitches and you tense up as he gradually pushes in, mewling, “Ah- s-so b-big.”

Above you Seungcheol grits his teeth as he keeps pushing inside steadily and you wonder just how big his cock is when it finally stops and you let out the breath you were holding. “Alright?” Seungcheol asks. You nod your head taking in a couple deep breaths, pulling him closer as an indication to continue. And he does. Lazily he pulls back until the tip of his dick rests inside you and then he thrusts, so hard that you scream out loud as he hits that spot inside you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He sounds choked.

“Oh god!” you’re wail, head full of bliss as your mouth hangs open in pleasure. The ethereal sight of him on top of you, sweaty, full of lust has you moaning and clenching. You wrap your arms tightly around his strong back, nails digging onto his skin as he increases his pace. “Feel good? You want more, little girl?”

His words make you gush around him. “Yes! Yes, daddy! I want more. Give it to me!” You whine deliriously, clinging onto him. He grunts, doubling his pace if that’s even possible. You feel like you are gonna break into two, in the best possible way as he keeps hitting your sweet spot that has you moaning like a whore and you feel your orgasm approaching.

“Keep screaming my name. Who’s making you feel this good?” He hisses in your ear, thrusting erratically. “You daddy! You! Seungcheol! Please, I’m gonna cum!” You mewl.

“Oh yeah? So easily? Cum then. Milk my cock dry.” He bites your earlobe as one of his hands reaches down to circle your clit in tight motions making you shudder violently. You feel like you are gonna burst and you do actually. The coil in your belly snaps and with a raw scream of his name you come, pussy spasming erratically. Seungcheol hisses on top of you as he feels your arousal coat him but continues his ruthless pace, his thrusts so deep the bed shakes.

He’s merciless, continuing his torture on your clit even after you come and oversensitivity settles. “Seungcheol, please…” You gasp, unsure what you are even begging for. “One more. You can do one more,” he huffs before whispering, “Where do you want me to come baby?” He pants, hands rubbing your clit tirelessly.

“Inside! C-come in me, daddy!” You’re delirious, the thought of him filling you up sends your body into overdrive as he pinches your clit, making you come once more with a scream of his name. The orgasm ripples through you like tsunami waves, shaking your whole body and making your toes curl as your fingernails dig into his back. He comes with you, warm spurts of his seed filling you up continuously, so much that some of it leak out. The warm feeling of his release inside your pussy and his sweet sucking on your neck is the last thing you remember before passing out.

When you return to earth it’s morning and your whole body hurts. The sun filters through the silk curtains, making you squint as you struggle to sit up. The ache between your legs is ever present, making the memories of last night flood back in. At that thought, you look around the room only to see no signs of Seungcheol. Is he gone for a meeting? The bedside clock reads 9:05 am.

Damn, how long have you been passed out for? You didn’t even have dinner last night. At the thought of food, your stomach growls and you scramble to get out of bed, awkwardly moving your legs after the treatment Seungcheol gave to your pussy last night. The thought has you feeling flustered as you pad outside of the bedroom and find Seungcheol sitting on one of the dining chairs, a newspaper in his hands.

A soft gasp leaves you as you didn’t expect to see him. He looks up and the corners of his lips turn upward just slightly, “Hello there. Good morning.”

“G-good morning,” you fumble with the hem of your (his) shirt as you stand there awkwardly, face and neck heating up with embarrassment. “Sleep well?” He asks, his tone almost teasing and you nod shyly. “Good.” He folds the newspaper and stands up, fixing his t-shirt. “Take some medicine. I’m sure it hurts. Was I too rough last night? You literally passed out on me.” Refusing to meet his eyes, you only shake your head no and mumble out an apology. He steps towards you and lifts your face up with a finger. “Don’t be. Did you have a good time?” The sincerity and integrity on his face steal your breath away. “Y-yes, thank you.” You breathe, hypnotized by his eyes. He nods and steps back, announcing. “Have breakfast and get ready. We’re gonna go for sightseeing today.”

“Oh? You don’t have any meetings?” You can’t hide the astonishment in your tone.

“No. We’re in Paris baby. And it’s your first time. It’s a shame if we leave just like this.” He says as he puts on his watch. “I’ll be downstairs. Take your time.” He sends a smile your way before stepping out of the suite and despite the ache all over your body you move around quickly, excitement bubbling over.

The day is spent driving around in Seungcheol’s Porsche as he takes you to visit museums, cafes, stores and whatnot. You return home in the evening with hands full of bags from luxury brands and tonight you two crash into bed early, both of you exhausted from running around all day. Tonight you sleep next to him and he doesn’t comment on it, probably because he passes out the second he lies down and soon you do too.

After an early flight the next day, you return home with too many gifts and unforgettable memories and a fat wad of cash in your bank account. Then you fall back into your daily routine, morning at the diner then attending the flower decoration class and then back to home. Seungcheol seems to have fallen into his busy routine too as he hasn’t asked you to come over for the past week and the texts from him have been short and simple. Though his lack of attention hurts you a little bit, you push that feeling down and go on with your life. Seungcheol had suggested to you some plots for your shop and you start looking into them, deciding on which would be the best for you.

One Thursday after your flower decoration classes, you text Seungcheol, asking if you can meet him. It has been a while since you saw him physically and can’t stop yourself from reaching out to him first. When his text says he’s free in the evening, you bounce up and down with giddiness.

You arrive at his penthouse a little after 8. Seungcheol opens the door soon after you ring the bell, his hair damp and you can tell he’s fresh out of the shower. He smells so good, fresh and minty and you have to stop yourself from hugging him. In the back of your mind, you wonder how great it’d be if he was your boyfriend.

Get it together.

Smiling from ear to ear you greet him. “Hi! I hope I’m not disturbing.”

“No, it’s fine. Come in.” He steps away as you walk inside and get rid of your coat.

“Would you like some wine? I’ve asked the chef to prepare dinner for us.”

“Oh, sure. And you didn’t have to do that,” you say bashfully as you sit on one of the breakfast stools and rest your hands on the marble countertop. You watch as Seungcheol moves around the kitchen, the thin t-shirt not really hiding his buff figure. His biceps flex as he unscrews the wine bottle and you swallow. He looks more muscular than the last time you saw him and you wonder if your mind is playing tricks on you.

Sliding a glass of wine towards you he sits on the opposite stool, brushing a hand through his hair and fluffing it. “How have you been? I’ve been really busy the past week.”

“Yeah, I’m doing good. My flower decorating lessons are almost over.” You take a sip of the cool drink.

“Good. Have you looked into the plots I suggested?” He takes a sip of his wine. For a distracted moment, you gape at his jawline and how his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “Uhm, y-yeah. They’re all really nice.” You whisper, looking away. He nods, finishing his wine. “Take your time. When you decide on one let me know. I’ll take care of your paperwork.”

“Thank you,” you smile before reaching for your bag that sits beside you. From inside you pull out your gift for him, which is the main reason you wanted to see him today. “This is for you. I made this today,” you whisper shyly as you push the bouquet of dried flowers towards him. They are a combination of dried pink and red camellias, white clovers and red roses, all tied together with a white satin ribbon. Seungcheol raises a surprised brow at the present as he takes it in his hand and examines it.

“They are dried flowers. They’ll last forever, you know. You don’t have to take care of them.” You explain nervously.

You shouldn’t really be giving this gift to him. Last forever? Why would he want to keep something from you forever? You have let your emotions get the best of you. You want him to have something that’ll remind you of him after all this is over; that is if he actually keeps this stupid gift. Chewing on your lower lip, you watch him anxiously, hoping he’ll be blind enough and just accept it as a simple gift.

“Thanks. They are beautiful,” he comments, setting the flowers down on the counter and you let out a breath of relief.

That night after dinner and too many glasses of wine you end up in Seungcheol’s bed where he claims you as his own, all over again. You scream his name on the top of your lungs and by the time dawn rolls around, you’re passed out completely. When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself alone in his large bed and a note resting on the bedside table, telling you that there is breakfast if you want and to check your bank account.

Sure enough, there is another new load of cash when you open your banking app, the amount staring back at you almost tauntingly. Accepting money from him has started to become harder and harder and you know very well you won’t be able to continue this for long. You also know very well that Seungcheol will let you go without any questions asked but that’s the problem. You want to stay. With him. Even if this is the way you can. You always end up feeling cheap and filthy at the end but you don’t have anyone to blame but yourself.

A couple of days later you accompany Seungcheol to yet another evening party, dressed in a teal gown and pearls in your neck and ears. It is boring like every other party and Seungcheol seems to feel it too. He sticks by your side mostly instead of entertaining his business partners who, you have noticed, does a poor job of keeping their lusty eyes off of you. You have overheard one particular Mr. Wang asking Seungcheol about you and if he’s willing to share. The look Seungcheol sent his way made him look like he was about to piss his pants and after threatening to cut off all business ties with him, Seungcheol stuck by your side and hasn’t left since.

“Should we just leave? Let’s eat at my place. We can order whatever you like.” Seungcheol offers and you are quick to agree. Getting to be with Seungcheol alone is something you can never refuse. Especially if that means you can leave this dull party.

And so you head home with him, picking up dinner on the way which you share over a nice bottle of Dom Perignon. He talks about his upcoming plans and you talk about your schedules regarding your shop as you finish dinner. Then the conversation dulls down as you both enjoy the wine in comfortable silence.

You sip on the drink and take your sweet time watching his beautiful profile, burning the image deep into your memory. From his thick brows to his long lashes, his structured nose and his plump pink lips and his adam’s apple, you ingrain every detail into your mind.

Maybe it’s the overflowing amount of alcohol in your blood or the fact that you are deeply, madly in love with him which you once again realized, that you speak the words. “You’re such a great person, Seungcheol. Whoever you marry is gonna be so lucky.” Half of you can’t believe you said that out loud and how utterly smitten you sounded.

He stares at you for a moment, contemplating your words before responding, “Thank you, ____. But I don’t think that’ll happen anytime soon, if ever.”

“Why not?” You whisper, tracing the rim of the wine glass with your fingertips. The fact that he once again is denying any thoughts of marriage or love hurting you. “You’re such an amazing person. You’re smart, talented, passionate, hard-working-”

“Yeah but that all gets dumped by the amount I make.” Seungcheol frowns. “At the end of the day, money and power is everything, is it not? If there’s a scope to get even more of that, they leave, no matter how passionateorsmartyou are.” His tone sounds mocking, almost.

“Not everyone is like that,” you remark, even though you feel like a hypocrite. The relationship you have with him is solely based on money. Sure you said yes to being his sugar baby because you were in need but also because you always found him attractive, not because of his money, just because of him. And he sure as hell wouldn’t just date you in a normal way so to get a taste of him, to get a touch of a luxury like him, you said yes because that’s the only way someone like you can have someone like him nearby. “There are people out there who will love you just because of you. Not because of your money or anything else.”

He raises a brow at you, almost challengingly, probably indicating your relationship with him. You can’t help but cringe in your seat.

“Hmm, I doubt that. Take my father for an example. He was whipped for my mother. At first, he thought she loved him equally, maybe she did but it’d all change after I was born. She’d be too busy for us, for me, always outside, shopping and splurging and meeting men half her age. But even after all that my father forgave her, didn’t push her away. And that angers me more. Why would he do that to himself? It doesn’t make any sense. My mother used him.”

At the mention of his mother, your mind brings up the images of her at their charity event, her bubbly and outgoing persona dominating the crowd. She wasn’t like how you expected someone her age to be but she didn’t seem like a neglectful or a bad person either. But who can say how what happens behind closed doors.

“That doesn’t mean you will end up like that too.” Is all you can whisper, hoping to bring him some solace.

“You sound awfully sure and I’m not sure if I like that.” His eyes narrow on you as his demeanor starts to change. His voice turns cold and you feel like there’s suddenly a wall between the two of you. But your alcohol riddled brain keeps going on, “Maybe I am. Because it is true. Everyone’s lives are different. You may not end up like your father. You just need to open your heart-”

“You should stop,” he interrupts you, his icy stare boring into you. You watch him like a lost puppy as he abruptly stands up, to leave this conversation you assume. You do too but not for the same cause.

“Why are you so stubborn!” You can’t stop yourself from accusing him. You sound desperate and pathetic and hopeless even to your own ears but you continue. “Don’t you see what an amazing man you are? That there are many who’ll kill to be by your side not because of the baggage that comes with you but simply because you are a wonderful person! Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Why do you deny yourself the happiness you deserve?” You’re yelling at this point, tears brimming in your eyes as you two face each other. His eyes blaze with anger and you can literally see him fuming when he hollers, “Remind me since when my business became yourconcern!”

You scowl at him, clenching your fists, anger seeping into your veins. This is so stupid. You hate how desperate you are and you hate how right he is. This truly is none of your business. Seungcheol seethes, “If we are to continue this relationship then you need to know your place. Otherwise, it’s better if we just part ways.”

A tear streaks down your cheek as you feel this aching void starting to form in your heart. You find yourself whispering, “I am in love with you, Seungcheol. I just…love you.”

His eyes widen, alarmingly. There’s a look of disbelief on his face. He almost looks betrayed, like you did the worst possible thing to him. Considering how he despises love, that is probably true. In silence, you two stare at each other as you wait for him to say something, do something. He clenches his jaw and then rakes his hand through his hair frustratedly before blowing out a loud breath.

“I think you should leave ____.” His voice is quiet, extremely so. It’s barely audible but you hear it loud and clear. His eyes lack any emotion and you know he has once again put up his walls, like many times before. Still, you stand immobile in your spot for a while, soaking up his words, the realization that this is over for good washing over you.

He’s done with you and now he’s showing you out the door. And you can’t do anything to protest. You’ve lost your voice. So with one last longing look at his beautiful face, you grab your purse and coat with a shaking hand and carry your slumping body towards his door. He doesn’t say anything, do anything and you don’t look back, channeling all your energy into getting out of here instead of collapsing in front of him

As soon as you step out of his building a gust of cold air hits you on the face. You stand there in silence, letting the cold wind numb your face, the same feeling blooming in your heart. You shiver slightly as you stand like a statue, staring hard at the ground. The past few months that you have spent with Seungcheol wash over you like huge tsunami waves and you feel overwhelmed and pathetic and broken. You are wrung out of your self pity when you feel droplets of water fall on your head. Lo

Shit I just started applying the Reincarnation AU to all the other AUs I’ve created or been a part of.

Like imagine Hiccup and Viggo as pirates, pitted against each other, fighting against feelings of deja vu. After years of being rivals, they finally get all the memories back of their first life. Hiccup is already married by the time they have this revelation.

Hiccup’s a prince the next time they meet. He’s got his friends by his side, the children of noble families, and they remember their days as dragon riders as well as pirates sailing the seas. There’s blank spaces in there, though, where he knows he had rivals and faced madmen and ended wars but the details are foggy. Then Viggo is assigned as his personal guard. The pieces start to fall into place and he remembers how he didn’t get to pursue a relationship with the man in their last life, yet the feelings were blooming every time they met on the seas. This time he won’t let it go even if he’s betrothed to Astrid. She’ll understand if he just explains, right?

Fast forward a few lifetimes and Viggo’s a renowned detective. The title “Nightfury” rings a bell in his mind, but not enough to give him any clue as to who the mysterious crime lord is. He’s assigned a new partner and the moment their eyes meet, the memories filter in. There’s dragons and pirates and knights and he knows he’s spent at least a couple lives married to Hiccup. His not-so-new partner worries over a picture of Viggo’s daughter thinking he missed his chance this lifetime. Viggo assures him he’s divorced while laughing at Hiccup for being a crime lord. He never thought their roles would be reversed.

Hiccup’s in college when her funds are cut off and she’s in desperate need for money to pay for her classes and projects. She runs into Viggo at a coffee shop and jokingly asks him to be her “sponsor.” They’ve been through so many lives by now that the memories click instantly and it’s hardly the craziest situation they’ve been in.

And how much more interesting and tragic could it be to play with different age gaps and genders? Imagine Hiccup as an old man when he finally crosses paths with a young Viggo. Or them being the same age and growing up together.