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''Off-The-Clock Paycheck.''

AURON x FINACIALLY CHALLENGED!READER

Summary: (GN!)Rook is struggling financially and is way too proud to ever accept help or complain to her boss, lover (and sugar daddy, he likes to think to himself) but Auron has different plans, I mean, he wouldn't bare to let something that belongs to him go without all the luxuries they deserve obviously.

Warning: NSFW, sugar daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, mild coercion, poor living situation and simping (from the author, of course)

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Sugar daddy time lets gooo, all characters belong to @yuurivoice ,also let me know if you want a part two ;)

Thorough, if there was one thing Auron was, it was thorough.

Which was is why he was surprised when he found out about your.. situation, I mean, he was dropping you home and he thought joking when you told him to drop you off at this trash heap of an apartment complex.

But it wasn't a joke, and he felt disgusted.

Not at you, of course, your independence and fiery spirit were far from disgusting-- quite the opposite, it was arousing as fuck.

But at this cracked, borderline hazardous apartment complex that was far below the standards that his rookie should be exposed to, he wasn't expecting something as grand as his penthouse but Jesus Christ, this place was basically falling apart.

He loved your independence, your dedication to doing things for yourself, it was part of what drew him to you, what made him so damn infatuated after that first dinner with you.

But for fuck sakes, your inability to accept help from him was infuriating, he tried to offer you money, a better living situation, it was hardly a bother to him (and hey, if you were to say... move into his penthouse, well, waking up to having you in his bed every morning is hardly an inconvenience) but your stubborn ass attitude rendered you unable to accept his financial aid despite the fact he was a millionaire CEO.

But that's alright.

Not only is Auron thorough, but he's also a very cunning man when he wants to be.

He can be patient, and he can be very, very convincing, especially when it's to get what he wants.

''Pet, so glad you could join me for this.. little weekend rendezvous.'' Auron addressed you as you climbed into his car, it was a crisp Saturday morning and he had texted you to let you know he'd be dropping by.

''Any particular reason you called me on our day off? thought you'd be lounging at home like everyone else.'' you laughed gently, clipping in your seatbelt and smirking at him, ''Or did you just miss me that much?~''

Auron huffed a little, ''I don't miss anyone, pet, I just... needed someone to accompany me today.'' he gave you a pointed look before continuing, ''I find tasks like shopping to be quite.. monotonous, perhaps a little company can help ease the tedious nature.''

''Oh? are you looking for something in particular?'' you asked curiously.

He paused for a beat, carefully selecting his next words, ''..I am in need of a new outfit, I would just order online, but it's better to try on the clothes I wear to assure they're up to my standards.''

You rolled your eyes.

''Oh rook.'' he smirked, leaning a bit closer, ''You should know this, i'm very particular about what I present with and.. who I present myself with.''

He leaned closer, brushing his large, cold hand over your throat, making you swallow thickly.

''Which is why I'm going to make sure my pet leaves today with something much nicer than..'' he whispered in your ear, his hand slipping down to run over your worn clothes, ''..this.''

You shiver as he runs a firm hand over your chest, to your stomach and then onto your thigh, the weight of his hand against your clothes, teasing your bare skin underneath made your pulse quicken.

''Oh my god, Auron!'' You said in disbelief, staring down the frilly garment with borderline hysteria, ''I'm not wearing that outside!''

It was a frilly dark red Victorian style corset with black and dark gold accents, it looked pulled straight out of a gothic vampiric novel.

''If you don't want to wear it outside, that's quite fine but..'' Auron's eyes darkened as he leaned closer, ''I'd appreciate a.. private modelling, if you would.''

His voice was a silky purr, held with promise that made something warm stir in your stomach, but you held strong.

''I'm not paying that much for you to live out some weird, sexy vampire fetish.'' you huffed, crossing your arms playfully.

Auron rolled his eyes, ''How many times do I need to say it, rook, i'll be paying for.. anything you'd like.'' he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You flushed, a stab of guilt cutting through your arousal, ''I-I told you Auron, y-you don't have to do that--''

He cut you off with a firm, pointed tone, ''How many times do I need to make myself clear? I don't do anything I don't want to do, I'm not this selfless little saint trying to sponsor you out of pity or any bullshit like that.''

''Have you ever considered maybe I'm doing this for my own gain?'' he hummed, his grey eyes looking down at you, ''That maybe I just want to see the object of my affection dressed in something I bought for them? something that they'd be wearing just for me?''

His tone slipped darker and rougher as he leaned down, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, glancing around the store.

It was a luxury mall, much different to anything you've ever been to, and the high end shopping center was filled with women, men and everyone else in between being spoiled by their partners.

''I mean, you'd hardly be the only one.'' he smirked and huffed in slight amusement, before looking back down at you, ''Besides, don't you want to be my good little pet?''

You flushed, ''I-I can't Auron, it goes against everything i've worked for!'' you whined, feeling stabs of embarrassment and shame at the idea of taking like that from him, lover or not.

''I know, you love being a hard worker and yada yada.'' he rolls his grey eyes, an idea sprouting in his head, ''And if that's the way you want to play it, then fine... think about it like this--''

He continued walking, keeping you tucked in his arm as he put things in the cart he saw you looking at, ''You're here, keeping a prick like me company while he shops, must be real exhausting huh?''

You smirk a little despite yourself, ''Unbelievably, what's your point?''

''Then consider it some.. freelance work.'' he hums, carefully choosing his words, ''An off-the-clock paycheck, if you would.''

''My point is... a good pet like you deserves a little reward for dealing with.. such an unpleasant individual such as myself.'' he smirked, rubbing his hand on your shoulder, ''So why don't you let that jackass reward you for your temperance?''

You flushed harder, pricks of arousal stirring with shame in your stomach until you could barely tell the difference between the two.

''...One thing, i'll let you buy one thing.''

His grin widened, his grey eyes flashing in predatory triumphant and you couldn't repress the shiver as he leaned down, his voice a low growl of; ''Good choice, pet.''

You had brushed off his 'proposition' to freelance being basically a sugar baby, you had assumed it was nothing more than a flirt, a line to convince you to let him buy you something that he could tear off later.

You were sorely mistaken.

He started small, you weren't an easy person to crack and he knew it'd take time before you'd fully give into him.

A snack here and there, lunch from time to time, a small present that would make work easier, a small present for your own personal use.

All very simple, normal things.

But similar to how a ball of snow builds and builds, something that starts off miniscule and manageable can roll further and collect into something much larger that you could anticipate.

You sat on your worn couch, surrounded by the cramped, water damaged walls of your apartment, speaking on the phone to someone who you were starting to suspect was perhaps a bit drunk, I mean it'd explain the lotacracy of the shit spilling from his mouth.

''Auron, no!'' you squawked, a dark flush rising on your cheeks at the pure audacity of his words, ''I would never let you do that!''

''Why not?'' he asked in a snarky tone, ''A dumpster like that is hardly going to cost that much, besides, if you don't want me to pay your rent then I can just buy out the building.''

You gaped in disbelief, I mean, who fucking just does that?!

Auron does, thats who.

''Stop being a little brat, rook.'' he huffs from the other end of the phone, and you could picture him rolling those grey eyes of his.

''I'm not being a brat, w-what are you drunk or some shit?!"' you said in pure disbelief, leaning back against the armrest of your couch, ''That's not something normal people do, Auron!"'

He chuckled egotistically, ''Oh? and you'd lump me in with the common man rook? I feel hurt.''

His voice dropped an octave, honey dripped over rough words filled with desire and promise, ''You know how I feel about little brats, rook, do you need a little punishment as a reminder of who's in charge here?''

''Because last I checked, little brats like you don't get to make these decisions.'' he growled, his words reading like honeyed thorn, ''It's up to men like me who keep little things like you in their place, and i've decided that I don't want you to waste anything more on that trash heap you call an apartment complex.''

You felt the walls of your apartment curl more into themselves, shrinking the space until all you could focus on was the silk voice speaking to you, so loving but so very rough at the same time.

The warmed air around you grew tense, it seemed as if your entire apartment complex held it's breath as you wet your lips.

''..Can we talk more about it tomorrow?''

Silly, silly little rookie.

''Please..'' you moaned, desperatly.

Your bare stomach pressed against the cold wood of his desk, his hands resting on either side of where your hips bent over the dark desk.

''What a naughty little thing..'' he growled, his voice low and rough as he rubbed his leaking tip against you, ''Refusing to let me take care of it, to take care of you.''

He groaned and grinded more insistently against you.

''M' not gonna make you take care of me, i-is not fair--'' they whined, their hole clenching where they wishes to be filled.

''Not fair, huh?'' he spoke in mock empathy, his voice dripping in honeyed sarcasm, ''So unfair to me, isnt it?''

He growled, pushing the top part of his length into you, ''I'm a very selfish man, rook.''

''Has your pretty little head ever stopped to consider that I don't want something that belongs to me among such filth?'' his voice pitched to a low rumble, ''S' why sugar babies exist, rook, men like me don't want their little darlings worrying their pretty little minds about rent or finances-- i mean, that's time that could be spent on me, rook.''

You moaned as he pressed further in, his hard length taking the time to thorougly rub against your quivering entrance as he slowly sinks into the velvety warmth surrounding him.

He was a tease, and the worst part is he knew you loved it.

''Why should I have to share your attention with something so trivial if I could provide anything you needed or wanted, hah?'' He grunts, puncuating his sentence by suddenly shoving more of his length inside of you.

You mewled and quivered, you couldn't deny the way his words sunk deep into your flushed skin, the shame you've built over the years at the idea of someone taking care of you like that resurfacing in a heavy but.. strangely arousing way.

He rubbed his large hands over your body where he leaned over your back, running across your arms and back teasingly.

''As I said before, m' a very selfish man, rook.'' he smirked in a dark, predatory way, his grey eyes scanning over you in the same manner a lion would look over it's next meal, ''Maybe I like the idea of you relying on me and only me, being able to spoil you with things you could only have because of me, smiling and happy because i've brought that to you.''

He shoves the full length of his cock inside you, expertely rubbing the tip along your bundle of nerves until your squirming.

He moves slowly, taking his delicious time to slide himself in and out of your tight embrace, you can hear him panting with the effort to not ruthlessly dig into you.

''Of course, don't worry rook,'' he croons in mock gentleness, betrayed by the glint of darkness in his grey eyes, ''Even when you're being a little brat, I would never rip it away from you..~"'

You whimper as he nearly slides out completely, ''P-Please, I-I need... m-more.''

''There we go,'' he grins in dark approval, his teeth bared in slight triumph, ''Feel how good it is to have more, to accept more from me, rook.''

He roughly shoves back into you, pounding back and forth at a punishing pace.

Egged on by your squeals of pleasure and pleas for more, he continues the brutal pace, tucking your thighs under his hands and shoving your legs upwards, allowing for deeper thrusts.

Pleasure shoots throughout your spine as he digs into you with his throbbing cock, the girth of it stretching out your walls deliciously.

''I wanted more, I wanted more in life, rook, and I took it.'' He growls out, rubbing the tip of his throbbing member on the bundle of nerves that makes lighting bolts of pleasure shoot throughout your quivering form, ''And so can you, you can take more, like I did, like i'm taking you right in this moment.''

His voice leaves him in a low rumble, sweat beading down his bare chest as the sound of squelching and bare skin slapping fills the room.

''Say yes, rook.'' he entices in a low voice, like a devil whispering sweet nothings into your ear, ''Say yes and accept more, all you have to do is belong to me.''

You whimper and spasm, ''M-M' gonna..'' you pant, feeling your stomach tighten in anticipation.

''Ah, ah, ah, not so fast rookie.'' he growls, his hand moving down to tease you in all the right spots, running you along the cliff without ever letting you fall into the ocean of ecstasy brimming right below.

''Ya want more, don't you?'' he smiles predatorily, his grey eyes darkening until they looked almost black, ''Accept me, my offer, and get more.''

He ran you along the edge, he would never let you tip over until you agreed.

''Auuurrrooon!~'' your voice was a whine, your head tipping back slightly, his fingers kneaded themselves in your hair and he tugged backwards, leaning forward to whisper darkly in your ear.

''Say yes, let me spoil you, get you out of that disgusting little pound and you can let go,'' he murmured, desire soaking into his tone, ''Do it, rook, theres no point in pretending you don't want it, modesty will get you nowhere.''

Your resolve was cracking with each thrust, each punishing push of his leaking tip on that bundle of nerves dissolving your pride, your pride of everything you've come to accomplish on your own.

But.. what have you really accomplished on your own? your house was a dump, you were barely scraping by, and all you had to show for it was nothing but the pride of knowing you've survived all on your own no matter how much it had taken off your soul.

He whispers to you, his silky voice wrapping around your brain like a vice, deceptive in it's gentle sweetness as he roughly shoved himself back into your stretched walls.

''You can let go when you let me catch you, rook.''

''