Some concept art for a hypothetical teenage Powerpuff Girls project.

—Playboy | y.jh (M)

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

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

word count ➳ 18.8k (haha my hand slipped )

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

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

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

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

when you think it’s too late,

you’ve already fallen for me,

it’s out of your control

you knew everything from the start

and now you’re blaming it on me?

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

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

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

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

Yoon Jeonghan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello sir, what can I get you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh god.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh god- what the fuck is wrong with you?

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

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

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

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

Your heart almost drops out of your ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So he smokes.

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

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

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

“How old is he?”

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

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

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

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

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

Huh?

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

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

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

“I’m serious.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?”

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

This is actually happening. You are actually doing this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This man has amazing self control.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just might finally have him tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Words, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He isn’t… like- paying you for se-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe, maybe.

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

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

[jeonghan]heyyy babe, how you doing?

[you] just chilling. hby? Working?

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

His text makes you grin like a fool.

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

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

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

[you]Great! Can’t wait!!

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

[you]You too

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

Too much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—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