#kim sugar

[trashyangelic]

Request - Lila Salt & Bustier Salt

P A I R I N G S : ๋࣭ ⭑ Felinette (Felix/Marinette) ๋࣭ ⭑ Adrigami (Adrien/Kagami) ๋࣭ ⭑ Lukloe (Luka/Chloe) ๋࣭ ⭑ Julerose (Juleka/Rose) ๋࣭ ⭑ Sabrina/Nino [don't know their ship name]

Prompt Details:

Based on Lila bullying Marinette and Bustier not doing her job as a teacher yet she belittle Marinette to be a doormat. What if, her parents were informed by one class bully Chloe who used to bully their daughter but telling everything what is going on in the school which makes them to urge to sue Bustier and Lila for this mess. As for Alya, she was pulled out from the school by her parents after Sabine visited them telling them what Alya did to her daughter they weren't very happy so they send her to a school for discipline as all girls school that is somewhere out of Paris but they cannot go near Marinette at all. Which means Alya needs to delete her blog by forced. While Sabine and Tom finds a new school for their daughter to be happy with until Adrien mention on what school his cousin goes to in England that is where they are going to send her away from those horrid bullies from her school along with that disgraceful teacher Bustier. Chloe and Marinette normally hangs out due to their grades which they are allowed to skip unlike their classmates who are way behind of their academics cause of Lila's lies. When her parents mention what school she is going to attend.. Marinette she told Chloe what school she is attending to which got her excited and wanted to go the same school as Marinette. Now for Chat Noir well his miraculous was taken by Ladybug cause of his incompentent duties as a superhero but also a civilian being a bystander to school. The only permenant heroes that will be staying are Luka Couffaine, Chloe Bourgeois, Nino Lahiffe, Le Chien Kim, Sabrina Raincomprix, Alix Kubdel, Juleka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, and Kagami Tsurugi. And those who are going to a new school would be Chloe Bourgeois and Marinette, Chloe is a permenant hero. But what they don't know is that Luka goes to the same school as Marinette and Chloe Bourgeois. As for the retired heroes they would be Alya, and Adrien. The school that Marinette is going is has dorms of two per students that is either a girl or a boy. Sadly Chloe is assigned to Allegra Blanchet as her new dormmate while Marinette is assigned to Felix Fathom who is Adrien's cousin as a dormmate as well. After meeting but exploring the school they were shock to see Luka in the school. While Marinette is thinking of a new black cat hero, new fox hero, and new peagsus hero. Kim, Nino, and Sabrina is a spy to Lila's group right now.

The rest is up to you!

[artzychic27]

To combat all the Kim hate, tell us positive moments Kim's had with the science kids + the Austins.

YES!

After hearing what he did to Marinette, Ismael gave him about five slaps across the face before Aurore told him everything that was wrong with that prank

When Kim seemed to understand and felt remorse for what he did, the Science Kids all pulled him in for a group hug and told him he was just REALLY blinded by love. Like, super blind, insanely blind

But, enough of that! Here’s some fluff!

Denise and Kim workout at the same gym and even took up summer jobs there as instructors for the youth program

They would see who could do the most push-ups while some kids sat on their backs

He, Marc, Cosette, Aurore, and Jean do each other’s makeup and always end up looking stunning

Jean takes him to his improv classes and as it turns out, Kim’s a pretty good actor, singer, and even got cast as Electra in a small production of Starlight Express

Simon shoots some videos of Kim exercising and running for some of his music videos and people couldn’t stop commenting about how handsome he looked

Kim and Mireille have tea at this small cafe after boxing practice

He and Marc do the same, but with coffee after soccer practice

Lacey, the Duchess of Dares often gets into challenges with Kim when Alix isn’t around and it always ends up as a draw

Once, they both ended up with casts on their legs and Ismael gave them both slaps across their faces for that

He, Reshma, and Ismael Cosplay at local conventions. Their She-Ra, Glimmer, and Bow costumes had everyone wanting to take pictures with them

Kim, as part of a dare, let Austin A dye his hair pink. And surprisingly, he looked amazing

May or may not have taught Austin B and Simon some cheat codes for games that Max taught him a while ago

Kim likes listening to Austin Q infodump about any shark he can think of. It’s pretty interesting

Austin T made him one of his taste testers for any pastries he comes up with and so far, Kim has 0 complaints

Reshma and Zoé are teaching him how to knit and already, he’s made like twenty scarves, two purses, and five beanies. He does not intend to stop and no one’s complaining

Kim:

[citrustan]

Can you please do a rich seokjin x reader wherein he grovels for oc 🙏😭 Like he did not defend oc when his parents were being mean to her and even defended them something like that hahaha I live for angst fics so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (Thank you in advance btw! I really really enjoy your fics!)

hii thanks! love it when requests are specific!! please send in more of these :D

'm dividing this into two parts because it's too long for me to call it a drabble

please, please, please [1/2] (ksj)

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: sugar daddy turned boyfriend!seokjin x middle-class, unemployed!reader ALSO dilf!seokjin. angst, fluff, and barely-there smut (in the next part) yet again because i'm taking tiny baby steps towards the big girl stuff.

warnings: there's an ex-wife, unkind parents, and typical rich people behaviour: take that as you may!

The evening had started on a high note.

The birds were chirping, the breeze was gentle. Yada yada. You centred yourself with your boyfriend's son, Sehun's, giggles, to distract slash calm yourself. At the same time, Seokjin's entire family and friends (and you) gathered under the warm glow of temporary lamps installed specifically for the occasion in his backyard.

Admittedly, it's borderline disrespectful to call it a backyard when it was easily over an acre of lush grassland, adorned with flower fields, and a horse farm. With champagne-equipped golf carts, decorated with wisterias and vines, used to transport the party goers from one place to another, and well-dressed staff to guide everyone. And you kept seeing the fairest doves. You wonder if that was natural or of they were introduced to the area for the party.

You knew your boyfriend slash sugar daddy was rich, but you had no idea just how rich.

As the evening progressed, the mood, specifically yours, began to shift---bit by bit, for the worse. Your once nervous yet lively aura had grown strained.

It was such a shit-show.

Starting with Seokjin's parents who couldn't pretend to be nice for the life of them, or was that intentional? Perhaps to scare you off or something. Because it worked.

They were distant, awkward, and nothing like Seokjin had described them to be. You were under the impression that you'd be meeting your second family, an extension of your own.

Boy, were you mistaken.

You were met with so much... inhospitality and indifference.

It was so bad you had to walk away from your table a few times just to stop your tears from falling and ruining your makeup.

They kept talking about Sehun's mother and Seokjin's perfect ex-wife, as if you weren't sitting right across them. Speaking of their relationship in present tense--- 'Oh, you're so beautiful together.' 'The perfect family.' 'She's the best daughter-in-law anyone could ask for.'

All the while, you're the one with a promise ring on your finger.

Seokjin, obviously, interrupted them everytime. But even he eventually tired himself out too.

Every time you attempted to make conversation with the pair, you were met with blank stares.

You couldn't even escape them because Sehun was off with his caretaker, being his 6 year old self, uncaring of where he is. You had nobody to go to except the man you were already seated next to.

"Seokjin," his mother began, "When you mentioned planning a soirée, I assumed you were getting back with Yewon."

His father added, "Your mother and I were so happy."

Were.

Seokjin exchanged an uneasy look with you.

You expected him to defend you. Maybe just give them a little scolding. Or a simple yet stern 'be normal.'

But instead, he just scoffs and laughs.

That was it.

Shakily sighing, you excused yourself for the seventh time that night to lick your wounds in privacy.

This time, when you didn't return after ten minutes, Seokjin comes looking for you, immediately finding you stood near his favourite Magnolia tree.

You looked like you were in deep thought and a little tipsy. And you were thinking up a storm. How was this going to play out? Would you be made to break up with each other? Would Seokjin leave you?

He paused to your right, "_____, I know this isn't enough but I really am sorry. I had no idea they'd react this way."

Defeated, you whisper, "I don't even know how to act. I mean... it doesn't matter because it's not like they'd even notice."

You add, "And you're right. It's not enough." Angry, you rapidly turn to face him, "You keep letting them treat me like I'm invisible. And they keep talking about Yewon and your, oh, so perfect marriage as if she didn't cheat on you. I mean, you technically cheated on each other later anyway, right?"

Seokjin's expression darkened. He tilted his head in disbelief, "_____. I can't believe you'd bring that up."

"Is that why they don't like me? Because they know I'm your mistress?"

Seokjin's scowl deepens, "Don't talk about yourself like that, _____."

Oh!

Mockingly raising your brow at him, you laugh, "Oh, but it's okay for mommy and daddy to talk about me 'like that'?" You make air quotations at 'like that.'

"Of course, it isn't! But, that's just how they are. They're horrible people, _____." He exasperates, "And I know there's no changing their mind. So do yourself a favour and just... don't bother about what they think or say. It's not important." He's breathing heavy when he finishes.

You painstakingly digest each of his words.

Now, there are two possible meanings of his advice.

Don't worry about mommy and daddy because you and I are the only ones who matter!

OR

Don't worry about mommy and daddy because you're disposable anyway!

But, you're not sober enough to decide yet.

Seokjin caresses your naked, cold, arm with a warm hand. His fingers travel up to your décolletage, grazing against it, then further upwards to gently fix the diamond necklace he bought you on your last birthday.

He then takes his blazer off to drape it over your shivering shoulders.

Seokjin looks at you, carefully choosing his tone to reflect his state of mind: apologetic, "I promise we can leave after Yewon gets here. My parents invited her too. And, she'll be taking Sehun to her place today."

You wait for him to continue because you know there's more.

"We'll greet her. Cordially. Bid goodbye immediately after. And see Sehun once before we head to your place. Is that... Would you be okay with that?"

The fact that Seokjin, as the host, was going to leave his own party for you makes you feel guilty. But you knew you would not be able to deal with Seokjin's relatives any longer.

So you nod once, "Ok."

He links your arms together and walks you back to the main event where they serve the good stuff. Yay for you!

*

"Seokie! You look great. _____, you too! Your hair looks amazing." Yewon grins at you.

"Thank you, Yewon. You look beautiful as well." Seokjin answers for the two of you as you drunkenly smile at her.

(Two) hours had passed since Seokjin promised you you could leave after Yewon arrived. Which meant you had two too many hours to down the seemingly bottomless Champagne flutes.

Yewon observes you with concern and raises a brow at your boyfriend. Seokjin simply nodded in response, with his arm still wrapped around you, supporting your weight.

Not oblivious to the silent conversation going on in front of you, you nuzzle your face directly into his chest.

Yewon is lovely. She's the best ex-wife any girlfriend could've asked for. Respectful, friendly even, and... normal.

Still, you've always been jealous of their relationship.

They still had chemistry, and were great co-parents.

There was nothing stopping Seokjin from going back to her. Well, there's you, but had you not been in his life, you wonder if they'd have gotten back together.

"There you are! Kim Yewon, my favourite daughter." Holding Yewon by her waist, Seokjin's mother feigns anger, "Now, why did it take you so long to get here?"

Was she 12? You hate her. So much. All you want is for Seokjin to make her... stop.

"In all honesty, I overslept." Yewon smiles, embarrassed.

Mrs. Kim sighs dramatically, "Well, you are a doctor. You deserve to rest. You work too hard."

"Ah, yes... Maybe... Why don't we go find Sehun? _____ and Seokjin are leaving soon." Yewon is evidently aware of how his family is reacting to you, and wants to minimize all of her interactions and words exchanged with the Kims.

At that Mrs. Kim looks at her son bewildered, "You're going to leave your own party? That's just rude."

THAT'S rude?

"I'm sorry, mom. We," Seokjin raises your clasped hands up, "have important plans."

"Well... What could be more important than family? You're just going to leave your son and his mother to fend for themselves?"

.

>:(

.

Hm.

Now... what happens in the next few minutes, you blame slash credit the alcohol.

You don't understand why he had to lie because you certainly had no issue with telling the real reason you were leaving.

"That's right, Mrs. Kim, Seokjin chose me. We don't have," you make air quotes when you say this, "important plans, we, my boyfriend and I, we, just want to get as far away from you as possible because you have a chip up your ass and you walk around with a stick on your shoulder."

Seokjin and Yewon froze.

"And Seokjin hates you." You spat. "He hates you so much he planned a gigantic party just so he wouldn't have to spend more than a few minutes with you at once."

You want to stop but your mouth works faster than your brain.

"Seokjin hates you so much he always needs other people around you to cut the tension."

At this point you were word vomiting.

"He hates you so much he keeps himself busy with work. And when he's not at work, he's with me. And my family," - "_____, stop talking," Seokjin sternly scolds.

But you don't hear him, "- because he loves me. And Sehun, and he loves my mother because she isn't a narcissistic bitch who treats her son like-" You stop.

Seokjin squeezes your hand as if he were begging you to shut the fuck up as Mrs. Kim stares at you in contempt; her face red, nose flared, jaw, and fists clenched.

But you don't budge, "His marriage is over. Understand that. It's like you don't even care about what he's been through."

"_____, please."

Seokjin's request has fallen to deaf ears once again.

You continue, "All you do is criticize his choices and decisions. You don't even care that Yewon cheated on your son because you're just as up her ass as you are up your own."

At that, Seokjin instantly drags you away from the two women. Both Mrs. Kims.

He takes you back to the tree.

You half expect him to make out with you because he looked... somewhat worked up.

The pins in your hair are starting to feel a little too tight and you feel sweaty even though it's freezing.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?"

You drunkenly stare at him, eyes widened in genuine confusion. You place a hand on your chest, "Me?"

"You had no right to cause a scene like that. I told you we were leaving. I was handling it."

But he was, in fact, not handling it. You helped him!

Seokjin needed someone to back him up. If he couldn't stand up for himself, you didn't expect him to stand up for you.

You owlishly blink up at him.

"_____, this isn't high school. You're not a child. You can't go around yelling at adults about how mean they are."

"I was just trying to hel-"

"This isn't a movie, _____. This is real life. My life. And Yewon's. My mother didn't know the real reason we broke up. And you had no right to tell her."

Now, that's news to you. And what the hell? Do you even exist in this picture?

"Well, obviously, I didn't fucking know that. And, thanks a lot. Now I know just how much I mean to you." You begin pulling your hair pins out as you turn to leave his premises.

"_____." Seokjin gently grabs your wrist, "We're not done here."

You rip yourself away from his grip, "I think we are! Obviously, you have no space for me in your life. And Yewon's!" Your lips quiver contrasting the accusatory words that just slipped through your tongue.

He rolls his eyes, "_____, that's not what I meant. You know that's not what I was saying."

You resembled an angry kitten with your hair a little wild from pulling all those clips out, and eyes red and puffy as if you'd start tearing up any time now.

"I don't want to be your fuckdoll anymore! I'm done!" With a shaky yet final sigh, you turn back around, lift your gown so you don't trip, and storm off.

While you didn't want him to stop you because you were in no mood to fight a grown man, you were more upset that he just let you walk away from him.

You didn't want to end your relationship like this. Although you know this isn't permanent, you can't help but wonder if he'd even try with you anymore.

note: so tumblr ate up part of this story and the other note i had added, so this is me rewriting it. i can't make asks private so here we are. i'm upset my writing didn't get saved. i don't know if this version is better or worse.

either way, please tell me what you think.

[hanjisquokka]

[RACHA LOG] Ep.08 공공즈

[margotw10bis]

Pretty Baby.KNJ [m]

sugardaddy!namjoon x sugarbaby!reader

Genre: smut; short-story

Words: 4.9k

Synopsis: Namjoon is your sugar daddy. However, you can't deny how your heart is jumping in your chest when he calls you his "pretty baby"…

Warnings: rough sex; unprotected sex; anal sex; first anal; oral sex (f. receiving); Namjoon is huge 😳; he loves ass; use of "daddy"

1 → 2 → 3 (Bonus : Memories ; Doubts & Possibilities)

What just happened? Namjoon is so shocked about your demand that he just stays still for several minutes. He has never imagined, in a thousand years, that you, his pretty baby, would put an end at your relationship like that. Were there signs he didn't see? Were you unhappy? He genuinely thought that you liked spending time with him, especially since he started to make efforts to know you better. He even thought that you liked him. But you obviously don't.

He wanted to tell you to change your mind, to think about it, that he could change if you wanted him to, but it would have been selfish. It was already too damn selfish willing to keep you for himself when he was fucking other girls — even if he doesn't anymore.

He thought that something changed the last time you two had sex. It was different, more real. Did he imagine everything? It looks like it since you just stepped out of his office after throwing a bomb at him. Fuck. But then, why would you look so sad? Everything is messed up in his head, he can't think straight.

More than the surprise caused by your announcement, Namjoon feels something truly unpleasant in his chest and he wishes it was just his ego. But it's not. He knows damn well it's his heart. Once again: fuck.

————

"I don't understand you, honestly" Jimin sighs

Yeah, you neither. You regret so, so much what you did yesterday. You clearly let Lisa messing up with your brain. You should have trusted Namjoon rather than her. You were so afraid of being hurt that you pushed him away and you hurt yourself instead. That's fucking stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"I don't need you to tell me I've fucked up, Jimin. I need you as my best friend to support me and tell me everything is going to be fine" You say with a shaky voice, ready to start crying, again

"Come here" He whispers to hug you and rub your back

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course you can. We are going to watch your favorite show on Netflix and eat some pizzas. How does it sound?"

You look at your best friend and feel so damn lucky to have him. You rub your eyes to get rid off the last tears and get the TV remote.

In another part of the town, Namjoon opens the door of the apartment. Your apartment. He can't just give up like that, without even fighting. But the place is desperately empty. No lights on, no noise. You are simply not here. He still has a ridiculous slight hope when he opens the door of your bedroom. Yet, your face is no where to be seen. Namjoon's heart squeezes. Where the fuck are you?

He is not sure you will show up tonight so he decides to leave and go meet his parents. Maybe he could use some advices from a 40-year married couple.

Namjoon's mom is super excited to see her busy son. It's pretty rare he comes eat with them. But her smiles fades when she notices the look on his face. He looks tired and sad. Defeated. It breaks her heart to see him like this.

They sit in the comfortable and huge sofas of the living room. Every single furniture of their mammoth house is expensive. Namjoon's parents love buying costly things but also giving their money to people who need it. Maybe that's why Namjoon doesn't have any problem with spoiling his sugar babies.

"Can I ask you guys something?" He asks, unsure

"Of course, honey" His mom says

"How did you become a couple? Was it easy?"

His parents share a glance, half surprised half amused. Namjoon has never wanted to hear about love before.

"It was certainly not easy" His dad starts "Your mom is pretty stubborn. I gave her many presents, expensive jewelries and so on. But she didn't care at all. I honestly thought she wasn't interested"

"I didn't care about the money. I cared about him and his feelings. You know, love is not just words but acts too. However, the acts don't have to take the material form of gifts" The woman continues

"So how?" Namjoon asks

"Spending time with each other. Small acts of consideration. Actually, the best acts of love are the simplest ones because they show how sincere you are and that you care about the small details" Her mom answers

Namjoon takes a few moments to think about it. He has shown his affection with presents. Expensive ones, even. But you, you are full of those simple acts of consideration his mom is describing. You made sure he wasn't tired or that he ate well. You changed your shampoo when you noticed Namjoon's scrunched nose at the smell of it even if he didn't say anything about not liking it. You distracted him with a mind-blowing blowjob on the day he lost a huge contract. Fuck, everything you have done the past few months was little acts that made him slowly fall in love with you. But maybe you didn't think Namjoon cared about you too.

"Is this about the girl from the mall?" Namjoon's mom asks carefully

"Yeah, but I'm not sure she really wants to be with me" He replies honestly

"I think she does. The look she was giving you, it doesn't lie, honey"

Those words are what Namjoon needed. Now, he has to find a way to see you again.

————

You have thought about it all day. Should you? It's Namjoon's birthday and you were invited by his mom. But it's also true that you told him you wanted to end things... However, you miss him so bad and it has only been five days.

You check yourself in the mirror. Yes, you have thought about not going but you have still gotten ready. Your heart beats so loud that you wonder how it is not showing through the soft material of your white silk dress — great metaphor of your willing to go back from the start and start on a new page.

It's Namjoon's birthday. And you miss him. And you love him. The only thing holding you back is you and your fear of being hurt. Are going to stay alone your entire life because of that? That would be so pathetic. Fuck, Namjoon gave you so much confidence, where did it go? You would be so disappointed in yourself if you don't at least try. So you fix your mascara for the last time and head to Namjoon's party.

The house is way bigger than you thought, especially because it's in Seoul center. You can't imagine the price of it. You knock on the front door and a fucking butler invites you inside. You are stressed, you can feel your hands shaking. Thankfully, there are no too many people — you guess just family and close friends. That makes you wonder what you are doing here. Everyone is so elegant and, even if you have put on one of your most beautiful dresses, you don't seem to belong here.

"Boring party, isn't it?"

You jolt as a male voice whispers in your ear. You turn your head and meet some very handsome man. He could easy be elected World Wide Handsome. His brown hair looks smooth and his eyes are sparkling with playfulness. Let's not talk about his juicy and plump lips. Fuck, every women must be jealous of it.

On the other side, the stranger is quite amused by your shyness. He also wonders what such a pretty girl is doing it. If his friend Namjoon has you as a friend, Seokjin would be upset and disappointed that he didn't introduce you to him before. Yes, the man is a womanizer but a very picky one: he seems to date only the most beautiful women.

"I'm Seokjin by the way"

"Y/N" You reply, shyly

Seokjin's eyes widen. Are you Y/N? Like the woman his friend can't shut up about lately? Oh, things are about to get interesting... Now he understands Namjoon. You look very pretty in that dress, almost a sexy version of a cute bride. Yep, Namjoon will go crazy when he sees you and the slight shadow of your nipples through the thin and smooth fabric. But for now, he is not here and Seokjin is a flirt.

"I'm honored to meet the most beautiful woman of the night" He says with a seductive tone

You don't really know what to say so you just thank him. Is he flirting? Oh my god, how are you going to escape him?

"It's the glass I wanted to bring to my friend but I rather offer it to a pretty girl" He continues, handing you a glass of champagne

You take it. You need alcohol to gather your courage, especially if Namjoon tells you to go fuck yourself after what happened in his office. You drink the glass one shot.

"Well! You go faster than Dom Toretto!" Seokjin jokes, laughing so loud than a few people turn toward you

His laugh also attracts Namjoon's eye. However, he doesn't see his friend. The only thing that seems to be visible to him is you. You came. And you look so fucking gorgeous. Namjoon recognizes the silk dress, it was his birthday gift for you. It looks so good on you that Namjoon's brain starts picturing you in all kinds of situations — both with and without the dress on. He wonders if it's the kind of dress you would wear for your wedding day. And after your marriage, what you would look like with a baby in your belly, his baby. How proud he would be to have you by his side and how everyone could see you belong to him.

Okay, his brain is definitely sick because those are ridiculous thoughts. You said you didn't want this relationship with him. But, what are you doing here?

Namjoon walks toward you and your heart stops when you see him. He is the definition of handsomeness. And he is wearing a fucking black — Prada it seems — suit with a white shirt. It's the look you prefer on him. This is torture for you, especially if it's the last time you see him.

"Hi" You almost whisper

"Hi" His voice is neutral and you don't know if it's a good thing "Can I talk to you, in private?"

You gulp and nod. Fuck, you are stressing so much. He invites you to follow him and he leads you to his bedroom. A huge place actually with not only a king size bed but also a sofa and a large bookshelf. All the furnitures are matching, even the pattern of the fabric. The color scheme, warm beige with hints of green here and there, is soothing — something you really appreciate right now.

There are so many things you want to say but nothing seems to form on your tongue. You can't look at him. You are so overwhelmed by your feelings that you could cry.

"I'm surprised you're here" Namjoon says

There is no reproach in his voice, he is just sincerely surprised. You can understand. But is it a good or a bad thing?

"I can leave if you want"

'But please don't say you want me to leave' You pray internally

"No, I'm actually glad you're here"

Your heart does a backflip in your chest and you look at him with hope.

"I'm so sorry for what I've said" You say as you are gathering all your courage "I don't want to end the contract"

"But I do"

Your whole body freezes. Your heart stops too, in a painful way. It hurts so bad, like your soul is torn apart. So that's it. It's the end for Namjoon and you. Fuck, you wish you could go back and never went to his office. You would do anything to go back in time.

A breathless 'Oh' leaves your lips, like you have received an uppercut in the stomach — well, it's pretty much what you feel.

Namjoon gets closer and notices your eyes watering. Words are not enough to express what he is feeling so he does what he does best. He captures your lips and kisses you deeply. You moan both in surprise and pleasure. You don't know what the kiss means but you are ready to take whatever he is giving to you if it's the last time you see him.

Namjoon wraps his arms around your small frame. The silk of the dress is so smooth under the tip of his fingers, but not as smooth as your skin. His hands go down and find your ass. He makes sure to lift the fabric and digs his palms into the flesh of your asscheeks. The cold air on your hot skin makes you gasp in pleasure. He growls as he missed it so much.

You pull him closer by grabbing the back of his neck. His lips travel down your jaw and then to the thin skin of your throat. His wet kisses make you shiver and create a pool of arousal between your legs, especially when Namjoon sucks on your skin. A reddish mark adores your neck. Namjoon smiles at it. You are so beautiful, you can't go out without a stamp of him.

Namjoon doesn't stop. He firmly grabs your ass and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his torso and secure your arms around his large shoulders. You are now higher than him and it gives him the opportunity to dig his face into your breasts. He messily kisses your boobs and captures your harden nipples with his teeth through the fabric of the dress. Namjoon smirks when he notices you don't wear a bra and bites your nipple a little harder, making you whimper. Your head rolls back and you arch your back to give him a better access.

Your soaked pussy also needs friction so you start grinding on his abs. You need him so bad. You are stressed and horny when you think about what you are going to do.

Namjoon walks to his bed and sits on it, you still inside his arms. The new position makes it easier for you to grind on his lap. You can clearly feel his hard-on against your clothed cunt. You tug on his hair to access his lips and you kiss him like there is no tomorrow.

"Damn, baby, you're on fire" He jokes against your lips

"I want you" You moan, there is no better way to say the truth

You pull off and stand up between his muscled legs. You can see lust in Namjoon's brown eyes but also some affection in them. It gives you confidence to carry on. You take off your dress and the sight of your body almost completely bare makes Namjoon's cock twitch in his pants. He can't help but caress himself through the fabric, and his dick gets even harder. You slid down your ridiculously small and wet panties to stand entirely exposed in front of him. You finally take off your heels, your feet thanking you for that. You feel fragile but also proud to have the courage to completely give yourself to the man you love. You will have nothing to regret, even if tonight is the last night you'll ever spend together.

Your breathe is shaky and your hands are sweaty. Fuck, stress makes your legs weak but you have made up your mind way before entering Namjoon's parents' house. You are prepared, both mentally and physically for what is coming. You now have to trust yourself and Namjoon. You turn around and give Namjoon a perfect view of your ass he loves so much. You slightly bend over so he can see both your holes. Your pussy is so wet that Namjoon's breathe on it makes you clench.

"Fuck, baby" Namjoon whispers as it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen

"It's your birthday present" You say shyly

Namjoon is taken aback. Is it what he is thinking about?

"What do you mean?" He asks, clearing his throat — he wants to be sure he is not over-interpreting

You take a deep breathe and reply.

"You can have my ass tonight"

It's like a dream came true for Namjoon. He has been dreaming about it for months. Your perfect ass. He wanted to stretch it every time he squeezed your cheeks. It must be so fucking tight. Just thinking he will finally be able to dive in it could be enough to make him cum in his pants.

He doesn't waste any time and starts licking your glistening pussy. You moan about how starved he looks. He is literally making out with your pussy and it's so fucking hot. His tongue rolls on your clit, then digs in your entrance to go back to your clit again. It's so good that your legs quiver. At some point, Namjoon takes a fat licking from your sensitive bud to your pussy entrance but continues higher to your other hole.

You whimper as Namjoon takes big laps of it. The new sensation is beyond words. You feel way more sensitive. You have to grab his hair behind you when he enters your pussy with two fingers, still wetting your puckered hole. Namjoon's face is so deep between your asscheeks that it's scandalous but fuck it feels good.

He leaves your hole one second to bite on the flesh of your perfect ass. His fingers pumping into your dripping cunt are delightful, especially when he goes deep and fast, making your legs weak. You can feel some arousal going down your inner thighs.

"Keep going, I'm gonna cum" You moan

Seeing you liking it makes Namjoon so fucking happy. He could eat your ass all day. Your hole is damn soaked right now and Namjoon starts entering it with his tongue. You're so sensitive, you're not sure to can handle it. Namjoon speeds it pace in your pussy and you almost scream. You tighten your fingers in his hair, bringing him deeper against your ass and he growls. Your pussy clenches and Namjoon digs his tongue further in your hole, almost not able to breathe. You know how sinful you look but fuck, Namjoon is tonguing your ass. The wave of bliss you know well in growing inside you but there is something different, something that makes it more powerful and your teased area is more sensitive. You can't hold any longer and you cum on his face and fingers. Choked screams of his name escape from your lips. Namjoon grabs you in his arms to prevent you from falling.

He puts you on his bed delicately as you're coming back down to Earth. He lets you rest a little and take off his clothes.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks you, kissing your lips tenderly

"Yes, just be gentle" You say

You are crushing everything in him right now. The trust you put in him doesn't only fill his pride but also his heart. He promises: he is going to fuck your ass so good that you won't ever want him to stop.

"Tell me if you want to stop, okay baby?"

He kisses your forehead and spoons you. You feel his large and buff chest against your back but the way he holds you is so sweet that you push your ass closer to his cock with an urged need of feeling him. He places your upper leg a little forward to have a better access to your ass. He also makes sure to bring a good amount of your juices to your hole and to his large cock to lube them.

"I'm going to stretch you a little, I don't want to break you" He whispers in your ears "Yet" He adds playfully to make you laugh

Namjoon slowly pushes one finger in your so tight hole and you gasp. You hold on his other arm wrapped around your waist. He softly starts back and forth moves. It hurts a little but it's also so fucking good.

"Try to relax, it will hurt less" Namjoon says as he pecks your shoulder

You do as he says and you notice how easier it makes for him to finger you. He adds other finger and you almost cum instantly. Fuck, it's so good. You can't even describe how it feels. It's like you can feel him better, deeper. All the sensations are increased.

Namjoon enhances his pace when he sees you feeling more pleasure. He can't wait to put his dick in and to make you cum all over it. Your tight hole is going to feel so good around his length.

"Fuck, I need your cock"

Namjoon is beyond happy to fulfill your wish. He pulls off his fingers and grabs his cock. You feel his tip slightly entering your pussy to gather some of your arousal and then going up to your ass. He pushes to enter you but he is so fucking big.

"Come on, baby, I know you can take it" Namjoon encourages you

You gasp as his tip is inside you. You feel so fucking stretched. Pleasure and pain have never been this connected. You dig your nails deep inside his forearm but he doesn't care: you are fucking taking his cock in your fucking ass. Namjoon caresses your stomach to soothe the pain and keeps kissing your shoulder. He is so gentle you could die.

"Are you okay?"

You nod and Namjoon pushes deeper. You feel every single inch entering you and stretching you. You know he is not entirely in you but you're not sure to take more of him. Namjoon seems to feel it and he slowly pulls over, not completely, to push inside again. You start moaning, louder and louder as Namjoon pounds faster. The pain is still here but the pleasure... Oh god, it's beyond words.

"Fuck, Joonie" You moan as he enters your hole deeper

"You're doing great, baby. It's the best birthday present ever"

He grabs your asscheek and squeezes it hard. He spreads it to look at his dick fucking your ass. Feeling your very tight hole stretched by his huge cock is delightful. Especially when he is the first one. The thought makes his dick twitch inside your ass. He enhances the pace a little when he sees you relaxing and having pleasure. He feels so proud of it, that his cock provides you pleasure. That his cock is fucking your ass. He growls when he realizes it.

"You're so fucking perfect. Your ass feels so good"

The bliss is driving him crazy. He could fuck you so rough that you wouldn't be able to walk for days. But it's your first anal, he can't just destroy you. He grabs your chin to kiss you. Your hand reaches the back of his head. He gives you one hard dick stroke, making you scream his name. You don't even care that other people in the house hear you.

"That's it, scream my name, baby. Tell everyone who fucks you good"

"It's you, Namjoon" You moan loudly

He starts pounding pretty hard and fast in your ass and you're on the edge. Namjoon captures your throat with his large palm. He is almost entirely inside your ass and you feel him so deep. You have never felt so full. You start feeling a huge orgasm building inside you, despite your empty and clenching pussy.

"My pretty baby" He moans when sounds of skins clapping starts filling the room

You're so close to cum. Namjoon looks at your perfect ass taking his cock. Your cheeks get spanked by his thighs and abs every single time. He is not as gentle as at the beginning but he can't hold himself, especially when he notices how fucked up you look. You love his dick in your ass, he can feel it. He swears, he is going to fuck your perfect little ass harder the next time and you will beg for more. The show is so sinful that it spurs Namjoon to push deeper inside your ass, now entirely. He doesn't even know how you manage to take his dick in your tight hole but one thing is sure: you do and you do it fucking well.

"Oh, fuck!" You hiss "I gonna cum"

Namjoon smirks and slaps the side of your ass. You feel your empty pussy clenching. He seems to hear your silent prayers and the hand around your waist goes South to slide two fingers into your cunt, making you groan loudly. You feel so full of him that you can't help tightening your holes. Namjoon is fucking your ass so good. He hides his face in the crook of your neck and hugs you tighter in his arms as he pounds you deeper.

"Cum for me, baby" He whispers, almost begging you as he feels he won't last long

Your hole is too tight and it feels too good to have you in his arms. It feels so good to see how much you trust him — you let him fuck your ass for god's sake!

"Yes, yes!" You scream, loosing your mind over the pleasure

"Fuck, I love your ass" He growls, the vibration echoing into your core

You can't hold on any longer and you cum hard on his cock and his fingers buried deep in your pussy, almost crying of how huge is the wave of pleasure washing over you. You mumble some words you don't even know as you are high. So high, way beyond clouds.

Namjoon pounds a few more times into your tight ass and releases his cum inside. He hugs you so tight, leaving your pussy empty again but still inside your ass, like he is afraid you vanish.

You two stay like that a moment. You can't believe Namjoon just fucked you ass. You also can't believe how much you liked it. You almost fall asleep, you don't want to leave his embrace. You feel good, peaceful. You hum in content and scoot closer into his chest.

"Did you mean it?" He asks suddenly

"What?"

"That you love me"

Your body tenses and your eyes open wide. What? How does he know? You pull over, running at the opposite side of the huge bed. You try to cover your naked body with your hands. You look so panicked, almost terrified.

"It's okay if you didn't mean it" Namjoon reassures you, even though it breaks his heart to see how you are reacting right now

Did you just confessed your love while you were having an orgasm? Well, the best orgasm ever, but still. You're so ashamed. You didn't want to tell him like that. Fuck, when you tell Jimin you said 'I love you' to Namjoon while his dick was in your ass, he is going to laugh so loud...

You are ready to deny it but when you see Namjoon's face, you can't lie. You do love him. You can't keep being a coward and lying to Namjoon and to yourself.

"I meant it. I love you, Namjoon" You confess in a whisper

The silence is killing you. Especially when it's the exact moment you brain chooses to remind you that Namjoon said he wanted to end the contract too.

"That's a good thing" He says, surprising you "Because I love you too"

He gets closer to you and caresses your cheeks. Okay, you have always loved how kind he was after sex but the way he is looking at you right now, it make your heart melt so much it hurts. You can't help kissing him. Namjoon chuckles against your mouth and hugs you tighter. Honestly, he could fuck you again. No, he could make love to you.

"Say it again" You ask

"I love you"

His bright smile with his dimples brings so much happiness to you. Is it possible to die over joy? Because you could right now.

"Okay, there is no contract anymore but I'm not gonna lie, you're still my pretty baby"

You giggle.

"I have to tell you something" You say, pricking his curiosity "I'm jealous so don't you dare having another baby"

"I'm all yours" He reassures you

Like you said, Namjoon has always been honest with you. So you believe him when he says there is nobody else.

"I think we should go back to the party. I can't not showing at my own birthday"

You nod but wince when you sit.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon asks, worried

"Yes, it just hurts a little" You confess, cheeks reddening

Is it bad that he feels proud of it? He wasn't exactly soft but he definitely can get rougher and honestly, he can't wait to pound into your ass again. Or your pussy. He doesn't care as long as he can give you pleasure.

Namjoon helps you standing up and getting dressed. Your beautiful silk dress is now completely crumpled. You pout at it and Namjoon finds you so pretty. Now that he knows you love him, his brain is even crazier than before: images of you in a white dress walking down the wedding hall or of you with a round belly are stuck in his head. But he definitely can't go as fast, he will scare you.

Does that mean that he will wait for years? Absolutely not. His pretty baby better be prepared for her Christmas present. Especially after the best birthday present he has ever had: you saying that you loved him too. 

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kim is such a funny little guy like he emphasizes how little the rcm salary is when you ask about it (5500 reál annually- 460/mo) but here he is with his nice electronic sports watch and his little instant camera and his fancy revolutionary cosplay for plainclothes and he's living in the GRIH which can't be cheap and he's got his fancy little mnemotechnique notebooks which are like the moleskine of elysium i guess and his fancy little ballpoints that he does NOT want to share with you which i bet is because they cost him like a week of salary. and this is the rcm he's not getting stipends for supplies or watches or housing or probably even the gas for the kineema. poor as fuck but he is going to buy himself his little treats god damn it. if he lived in our world you know he'd be out getting himself a $9 vanilla soy milk half caf dirty chai iced latte every morning on the way to the station and eating instant noodles every night to claw out room in the budget for it

[iwannasuckyourmonstercock]

Never too much

TW: Sugar Daddy Hongjoong, smut, degradation, feelings at the end and a bit of dark obsessive Hongjoong

First Dior, than Prada, after that came Gucci and last but not least Chanel.

It was the usual routine you took on your shopping day. At some point it was getting exhausting so you also had a quick stop to grab a coffee or a coke - which was really necessary most times.

The man that paid for those weekly shopping tours would be evaluating the things you had bought at the end of the day.

He made your life better in ever aspect. First of all he had given you a black card. Honestly you could buy a whole mansion and he wouldn’t complain as long as it was good enough in his opinion. But you wouldn’t do that. You paid your rent with it, your groceries, the stuff you needed for university and last but not least the expensive clothing that he expected you to wear for him every week.

And you knew not to disappoint him.

“Hmm… Turn around again.” He said, arms crossed as he sat in front of you.

You let out a small sigh but still complied. The last thing you wanted was to piss him off.

“The shoes fit you perfectly. You know I love Stilettos and the color is very complimenting to your skin.” He praised you softly and a smile crept in your face.

God, pleasing him felt way too good.

“But the dress is trash. I don’t like how it is made. The fabric looks so cheap and it is way too short. Are you a slut or what? It’s such a waste of money.” He than said with a click of his tongue as he finally stood up. “Look at me.”

Oh no. You honestly thought the dress was super cute. It was black, had a lot of lace and the straps had cute bows. It was simple but still nice

Slowly you lifted your gaze from the floor to meet his hard gaze. With calculating steps he crept closer to you.

“Mr. Kim, I thought you’d like it… you said you love my thighs so I didn’t want to-“

“Did I ask? It’s sweet that you tried to please me but I wanted to take you out for dinner tonight. Which is something I clearly can’t do anymore now.”

Your heart stopped for a second and you bit your lip. He wanted to take you out for dinner? Hongjoong hadn’t been in public with you yet. Every single one of your meetings had been in private. And he had stated in the beginning that he wanted to keep it that way. Hell, he even made you sign a stupid contract that you wouldn’t tell the public about you two.

And honestly it was more than fine for you. You’d buy pretty clothes, wear them for him and he’d blow your back out. Than you could live your lavish life for another week before you’d meet him again.

You opened your mouth to say something but he shushed you with his finger. Hongjoong was dangerously close to you by now.

“But you don’t want that, right? Rather be treated like a cheap slut and than go out and have dinner with other guys, huh?” He asked, his hand cupping your chin now as he pulled you closer.

“I saw you. Don’t think you can go around and sleep with others and I won’t know it. I know everything and I see everything.”

His words were dangerous and you gulped.

Of course you knew what this whole scene was about. When you went out for dinner for your friends birthday. Wooyoung had always been a very good friend and you wanted to treat him a little. And you could do so with the little black card the man in front of you had given to you. Conveniently Hongjoong had a business meeting that day in the very same restaurant you had taken Wooyoung to. But you thought it didn’t bother him as he had just texted you to enjoy your meal.

Honestly you couldn’t even be mad that he was accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung now. Your friend was very touchy and you knew it.

To be fair, there were some weak and drunken moments were you two started making out. But it never went anywhere and neither of you had any romantic feelings for the other. And after being with Hongjoong you wouldn’t even need to have any other man besides him. Nor did you have the time for that.

“Probably even paid for that damn meal with my money. The audacity you have is incredible.” He chuckled darkly. One of his hands found your hip now and the other your throat.

“It’s not like tha-“ you began but your words were silenced as he began to choke you a little.

“Spare your words. You won’t get out of that now. Get on your knees, sweetheart and I might be able to forgive you.” He spat and loosened his grip on you before he went to sit down on the couch again. He spread his legs and put his arms on the back of the couch.

No more words were exchanged but you didn’t need to know more. You quickly made your way to him before you got on your knees before him, your shoes still on. It hurt a little to sit like that with shoes on but it was okay. He liked the shoes after all.

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, a soft pout on your lips. Your hands slowly slid down his thighs and you began to work on the zipper of his pants. His hand stopped yours and you noticed how his eyes softened a little.

“Color?” “Green, Sir.”

He nodded and let you continue, leaning back in relaxation. Your heart fluttered a little. No matter what he would do, always made sure that you were enjoying it as well and that it wasn’t too much for you.

“Don’t fucking tease. I’m irritated enough already.” He than told you harshly as he noticed how you were taking your sweet time with his pants.

You nodded and quickly worked to get his pants and his boxers down. Softly you bit your lip when you saw how hard he was already.

So after all he did like the dress, huh?

Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick as you slowly began kiss the head and started to kitten lick it.

“Don’t. Tease.” He breathed out now, his dick painfully hard by now already.

Quickly you wrapped your lips around him and flattened your tongue out before you began with sucking him off. It was never wise to push him too far but you still loved teasing him. Normally he would like that too but not today. Today he wanted you to do everything he told you - and teasing wasn’t something he told you to do.

His hand caressed your hair before he gripped it a little, holding it loosely. He didn’t want to force you down on his length - not yet.

So you did your best to please him, pulling every trick you knew. You hollowed your cheeks out, pushing your head down but only so much so you wouldn’t choke. With your hand you stroke the rest of his length that you couldn’t take into your mouth.

Hongjoong threw his head back, teeth biting his lip a little. The sight was really godly. You loved sucking him off until he came for you.

But you knew that wouldn’t occur tonight. Not when he was punishing you. As much as you wanted to deny it, it was hot how jealous he was. And also… reassuring?

You couldn’t deny the feelings that had bubbles up whenever you two would cuddle after an intense session. And you also couldn’t deny that the talks you had after were deeper than what his silly contract had foreseen.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted as Hongjoong pulled on your hair, reminding you of the work you had to do.

Normally he loved using you (and you loved being used) but today he just laid back, enjoying the sight in front of him as much as you enjoyed the sight in front of you.

Eagerly you continued sucking him off - until he suddenly pulled you off, shaking his head.

“This won’t do. Dolly, I can’t keep looking at this dress.” He said, before leaning down and ripping it right at the front before ripping it completely off of you.

“Much better. At least your choice of underwear is good.” He grinned, spreading his legs a bit now.

“Over the table, dolly.” He than ordered and you were quick to obey.

Your upper body was bend over the small table in front of the couch while you were still kneeling. Than you pushed your butt out a little for him, thinking that you’ll get what you wanted all along.

“A-h! Sir!” You yelped when a harsh slap was delivered to your bottom.

Hongjoong just chuckled before raising his hand again and slapping it once again.

“You should see how you look from here. You look like the desperate little slut you are.” He snickered before giving you five more slaps.

Your bottom was red by now and tears were running down your cheeks. The rings he always wore were no joke when he was in a mood like that.

“H-urts…” you whimpered when you felt another slap.

“I know. My heart hurt too when I saw you going around with that silly boy. But he could never satisfy you the way I do, huh? Because a little dolly like you needs a man, right?” He asked you with a small pout.

“Y-es, yes sir! I need you and I only want you!” You confessed to him. “Please now… please…”

“Please now, please… you sound so fucking pathetic.” He snorted but pushed your panty to the side.

A gasp left your lips when he pushed two fingers inside. You didn’t even realize how horny the blowjob you had given him had left you. But he was quick to add a third finger, leaving you a moaning mess in front of him.

A smirk formed in his devilish handsome face and he shook his head. With his fingers he kept set a rather fast pace, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out a little.

“Already falling apart from my fingers, huh?” He chuckled.

Oh, how he loved it. How little effort he had to put up just to see you fall apart for him. He did exactly what it needed for you to be turned into a mess and it was exactly what he needed tonight.

But he didn’t have much patience tonight, rather quickly pulling his fingers out just for you to push your bottom to him and whining about the loss.

“Need you to fill me up, sir… please!”

Hongjoong nodded, holding your hips with one hand and taking the other to spread your lips apart so he could push in easier.

As he bottomed out the both of you let out a moan.

“Tight little slut…” he mumbled, closing his eyes. For a moment he stayed still, giving you time to adjust to his length. At least that’s what he would say. In reality he was still sensitive from the blowjob and had to give himself time so he wouldn’t immediately come.

He spread soft kisses on your neck, loving the soft feeling against his lips.

Than he started moving, starting off with slow but powerful thrusts.

The room was filled with filthy sounds of skin slapping on skin and your sinful moans. He didn't show any mercy, using your body to get rid of his frustration.

And you let him. Gladly, with how good he was making you feel. His cock was filling you up perfectly, his tip was rubbing against the spot that made your head feel dizzy and that only he was able to reach. "Enjoying your punishment a little too much?" he asked with a huff.

He stopped for a moment and grabbed a pillow from the couch, placing it in front of you and pressing your face right into it. Your makeup would probably leave stains but he didn't care. Than he grabbed your hands and pulled them behind your back, holding them there with one hand. "If you enjoy it that much than I should think about making you my little toy. I'd keep you around me all the time and fuck you whenever I like. Or use your cute little pussy to keep my dick warm. How would you like that?" he asked you and let out a dark chuckle as he could feel your walls tighten around him. "Of course you like it, my cute little whore." His degrading words always sent tingles straight to your lower body. At first you didn't want to admit it but by now you have come to terms with it. Why deny yourself the pleasure? Especially when you knew that he didn't mean it.

Soft moans left your lips as he delivered another slap to your cheek, pulling your hair so you had to look at him.

“I’m gonna invite that fucking *boy* and show him how I treat you. Bet his eyes would fall out when he sees you come, cause he never even got close to get you to, hmh?” He grinned, grabbing your face in his hand while leaning forward and kissing you roughly, his tongue driving into your open mouth.

Tears were falling out of your eyes at this point. As he kissed you he stilled inside of you, his cockhead pushing right against that sweet spot that always felt *so good* when he brushed against it. You knew he did that on purpose.

Hongjoong let you go, smirking as he saw drool running down your mouth. He pushed your head into the table again, admiring the way your ass was stuck out for him, bouncing every time he thrusted inside.

One of his arms snaked around your torso, quickly finding your clit as he rubbed it just the way that had your legs shaking.

“I-I’m gonna come! D-addy please!” You begged him, making him chuckle.

“You think you deserve it? After being such a slut? You’re so greedy, really. But I won’t let you. It seems I’ve been too good to you and what did I earn through that? A whore that lets other men that don’t even give her half of what I do fuck her? Tell me, am I not enough?” He asked, his hand removed from your clit now and his cock stilled inside you.

A whine left your lips. You had been so close! Slowly you pushed your ass back and forth in him, desperately trying to come.

“N-o… Daddy, you’re everything I need please! I’d never let another man touch me, I’m only yours so please… fuck me…” you assured him, whining as he began to thrust into you lazily again, holding your hips to keep you from moving anymore.

Your words assured him a little. Hongjoong knew he was a man that could have every woman he wanted. But as much as he wanted to deny it - he had gotten quiet fond of you. And while he knew it wasn’t fair he still wanted you all to himself. He wanted you to only think of him, only talk to him and only be with him.

Sometimes he had even thought about moving you in with him - but he knew it would scare you. It would make you run away. He knew you stayed for the money, and for the sex.

But it assured him that you said you were his. And it *turned him on too*.

“Yes, You’re right. You’re only *my* slut to fuck. Only *my* little dolly. No one else can touch you.” He growled, slapping your ass again to watch it jiggle as he picked up his pace.

His hips thrusted into you in an insane speed, making you let your head fall down on your arms and moan out for him.

“Yes! Yes! Only yours! Please, let me come…!” You cried out, not able to take another ruined orgasm tonight.

Hongjoong hummed, his fingers again starting to work on your clit, alternating from rubbing small circles to just directly rub on it back and forth.

“Cream my cock. Come on. Want to feel my dolly clench around me.” He whispered into your ear.

It didn’t take more for you to let go, coming hard on his cock while he fucked you through it.

As he felt your tight walls clench around him he came too - pushing deep into you and spilling his seed inside you.

Slowly he pulled out, watching as his come dribbled out before he collected it with his fingers, pushing it right back in. Maybe it would finally knock you up and he could keep you forever? He would do everything just to keep you after all.

“My little slut…” he mumbled, softly rubbing your sore ass.

A whine left your lips as he pulled his fingers out of your overstimulated pussy again. You looked back, only to see the delicious sight of him cleaning his finger with his mouth.

“I’ll get a towel, wait a minute.” He told you softly, a fond smile on his lips as he came back not much later with a wet towel. He cleaned your pussy up, before picking you up.

“Was i too rough? Your ass is so red…” he told you, a little worried.

You shook your head, your arms wrapping around his neck and nuzzling into his shoulder.

“No, was really good…” you mumbled.

Hongjoong helped you shower, before dressing you in one of his shirts and wrapping you in his blanket and giving you some water.

“So you are jealous?” You asked softly, making Hongjoong avoid your eyes.

“I’m…” he gulped.

He was. Because he fucking cared. If he would ever be man enough to tell you? To just really take you out on a proper date instead of just fucking you in every spot in his expensive apartment? Maybe one day.

After all you were his inspiration. And he couldn’t deny that the dark thoughts he had sometimes were rooted in feelings he had for you.

But the words wouldn’t leave his lips so he only shook his head.

You knew something was wrong but decided not to push it. The arrangement was nice at it was after all - and he had made it clear from the start that he didn’t like you sleeping with other guys as he was afraid of STIs or STDs. Which was fair.

So you just laid in his arms, closing your eyes.

Maybe one day you’d be able to break this off - to save your heart. A man like him could never love you after all. He had made that clear from the start.

So you both just enjoyed the silence, wondering if you would ever have the courage to act on the feelings you had for each other - or the courage to break it off.

But for now you were both too scared to act on it.

[werewolfjism]

One of my fav "extended banter" scenes in The Will Darling seriess by KJ Charles

“Why the blazes you’re called Kim when your name is Arthur.”

“My name, since you raise the topic, is Arthur Aloysius Kimberley de Brabazon Secretan. What would you do in my place?”

“Leave the country,” Will said wholeheartedly. “You poor bastard, you never stood a chance.” 

.....A few eventful happenings and a lot of gay later....

“I want you to fuck me till I forget my own name.”

“What, all of it?”

“Take that as a hint.”

[scarlet-cookie]

I told myself that whenever I feel like trying to animate but don’t want to feel beat up over making it look bad, I’d animate a scene from Sugar Song to Bitter Step with ORV characters. Because I don’t think about it being perfect. Because seeing them dance happily like this is enough.

[dexlexia]

returning gifts - jin x reader

pairing: kim seok-jin x reader rating: 18+ summary: tags: pwp, smut, lingerie, sugar daddy!jin, sugar daddy au, college student!reader

Seokjin was obsessed with you. From the cute animal socks on your feet to the warm hat you wore when it was cold out. From head to toe, he loved you. He only wanted the best for his baby. 

But then again what kind of sugar daddy would he be if he didn't spoil you rotten? 

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He had been away for a week now, you spent most of your time in the sleek townhouse you both shared (but he paid for). You only left to go to class and pick up groceries. It wasn't as much fun to go around the city without him, there was a Seokjin shaped hole in your heart when he was off doing business. 

He was away for long stretches of time, but that was the life you signed up for. 

You expected for him to be gone for another week, at least that was the timeline that he gave you. On the 20th he would be back, so when the front door opened and closed, you were taken by surprise. 

You turned your head to the noise and took off your headphones. There at the door you saw your boyfriend. And without thinking you tossed your headphones to the side and raced over to him. By pure instinct you felt safe in his arms. 

  “Jin!” You squealed as you buried yourself into his neck and held onto him tightly. In return he wrapped his arms around you and held him close.

  “Hi, honey.” He responded as he used one arm to get his bag off his shoulder while holding you with the other. He kissed your cheek and forehead lovingly, “I missed you.” Then went back to holding you with both arms. 

  “I missed you too, I thought about you every day. Basically every second of every day!” You buried yourself as deep as you could into his arms and felt comfort in his grasp. Oh, how you missed him. Even though you could've toughed it out for another week, the fact he was home made you feel warm all over. 

Your eyes met and he leaned in to kiss you on the forehead, “I thought about you all the time as well, everyone kept asking about you. But I knew my baby was home, safe and sound. Right?”

You nodded eagerly and he leaned in for a soft kiss. He cupped the back of your head to keep the kiss deep. You held onto the font of his jacket and practically melted into his arms. This was your home, even without all the glitz and glam, this was what you wanted more than anything. More than any jewels or fancy houses or anything, you just wanted Seokjin. 

He pulled away and took off his jacket to hang up. He took off his shoes and put them gently to the side. He smiled at you, you could see the small warmth on his cheeks. “Have you been taking care of yourself?” He worried that you were surviving off microwaveable meals or cheap take out. 

  “All the time, honey.” You responded, proud of yourself, “Three square meals and a proper bedtime.” 

He chuckled, “I find that last one unlikely.” He brought his bags to the couch with your help. He looked at you once more when he was on the couch, “I did get you something. I want you to see it now, since you've been so good for me.“ Then sat down on the couch. 

You watched nearby as he rummaged through his suitcase to find the expensive box. He pulled it out slowly, and kept his eyes on you. You leaned in, ”What is it?“ And soon the box was revealed to you. It was large, white with a thin red ribbon. 

He took the box into both of his hands and handed it to you, ”Why don't you open it to find out?“ Then watched you sit down on the couch beside him. He put the box in you lap, ”I hope it's your colour.” Then took you by the face and kissed you on the cheek. 

  “You really shouldn't have.“ You said as you looked down at the box in your lap, ”I bet it was too expensive.“ You were nervous about ruining the box, you had a soft spot for nice packaging. You could feel Seokjin's eyes on you as you slowly opened the present. 

  ”Only the best for you.“ He reached towards you and played with a strand of hair. If he were a cartoon character he'd have hearts in his eyes as he carefully watched you unwrap his gift. His heart raced with excitement as you got the ribbon off, he knew you were going to save it for some project later. “I wanted to know if mint was your colour.” 

You opened the box and inside were a matching pair of bra and panties made of fine lace. They were almost see through, you wouldn't be wearing these to the gym. The thought made you chuckle to yourself that you kept restrained. You didn't want to seem like you were insulting your boyfriend. 

  “How do you like them?“ He asked as he kept a keen eye on you. 

You turned to him and broke out into a huge grin, ”Oh, Jin. They're perfect. How did you know?“ Then put them down to pull him into a tight hug. You pulled away after a moment to kiss him all over the face, which made him blush more. His smile grew which made yours grow as well. 

 ”I told you, only the best.“ He assured you, ”I only want to give you the best. This was the best place I could find in Paris. I wanted it to last a long time but look beautiful on you.“ 

You giggled and pulled him in for another kiss, ”You spoil me.“ 

  ”Only you.“ He replied. 

  ”I should try it on!” You perked up as you grabbed the set out of the box and got up. "You stay here, okay?“

He leaned back into the couch and crossed one leg over the other. He replied, ”Of course, go. I want to see you in it.“ Then gave you a soft smile. 

You quickly raced upstairs into the bedroom to get undressed. Out of your oversized clothes and ratty sports bra. It left you bare, you gazed at yourself in the full length mirror at the far end of the room. 

You held up the bra to your breasts and gazed at yourself further. You blushed that Seokjin even thought of you, it was a sweet gesture. You smiled at yourself in the mirror. You exhaled deeply and blushed further, you knew his intentions with getting you something so sexual. 

You put it on, it fits just right. It hugged all the right curves and showed off your assets. You did a turn in front of the mirror and even gave yourself a cheeky slap on the bum. The motion made you chuckle before you put all your clothes on the large bed you both shared and headed downstairs.

Seokjin was still seated on the couch with his phone out. He heard you come down the stairs and looked up at you. He smiled once more as he got up, he was captured by your beauty. He got close and took your hand then led you back to the couch. 

He admired you as he watched you sit down. From the angle he was at, he could see the full beauty of your breasts which made him swallow. You really were a sight to behold, you truly were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

He sat down beside you and turned you towards him. He placed a hand on your thigh and placed your leg over his knees. He grabbed the meat of your thigh and looked at you closely. ”Amazing.“ He said, “I guess I picked right.” 

  “Of course, honey.” You replied as you leaned in, “You always pick right.” Then the strap started to fall and you watched Seokjin put it back in place. His hand lingered to your collarbone. You took him by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss, you felt warm all over as your lips touched his. 

  “I missed you.” He remarked, his lips so close to yours. His hand went back to your thigh where he massaged your hot skin. He pressed his chest up against yours as he kissed you once more. 

  “I missed you too.” You replied, your eyes shut before you went in for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him. Soon the air of the living room grew warm as he touched you. 

He thought you were a beauty, so perfect he had no words to say about it. You were just angelic. But he did want more. Soon both hands were on your back, they slowly moved up to the back of the bra.

  "But now.“He said, ”I want you.“ Then undid the strap. You got out of it, and swung yourself onto his lap. He palmed at your breasts, his thumbs gazed at your nipples which made you moan. The sexual tension in the room was thick, and thankfully you were alone. No one could bother you as you began to kiss one another again. He continued to massage your breasts. He commented as he broke the kiss, ”Next time I'll take some photos, a little something for when we're apart again.“

  ”I'll even let you take some videos too.“ You chuckled as you held onto his soft hair. He peppered kisses on your breasts and you moaned loudly. You moved your hips on your own, your barely dressed pussy rubbed against his slacks. You yelped when his mouth went to your chest. You gripped onto his hair as he licked at one of your nipples. 

  ”Perfect. All for me.“ He remarked, his dark eyes gazed up at you as he continued to lick at your nipple. He alternated between the two which made your toes curl as you remained in his lap. You felt your cheeks heat up as he teased you. 

  ”Always for you, Jin.“ You replied.Your cheeks felt hot as you rubbed up against him. You pushed the hai out of your eyes to keep your gaze on him. Your heart was racing by the closeness to your boyfriend. He always left you so heated. 

The kissing continued as he played with your breasts. His cock twitched in his pants as he felt the overwhelming urge to take a step further. He wanted you, he wanted you any way you'd let him. Soon you pulled away and moved so he could take his cock out of his pants. 

You slipped out of the panties so as to not ruin them, which left you naked for your boyfriend. You both admired one another for a moment, you gazed at every line on his face before you went back into his lap. With his help you seated yourself onto his cock. You let out a long noise as you got seated with your hands on his shoulders.

You tilted your head back once you got comfortable. He placed his hands onto your hips and put his face between your bare breasts. He groaned into your soft skin as he rolled his hips up into you. The pace was slow and methodical. The room grew hotter with your love making.

He rubbed your hips as he continued to move in time with you. You were both working as a team to make each other climax. You moaned and held him tightly, your toes curled as you started to pick up the pace.

Your breasts moved in time with your thrusts and it only encouraged him to give them more attention. He groaned against you as you both moved together. He breathed heavily and held onto your hips. He felt the euphoria run up his spine as he moved. His body temperature rose with the heat of the living room and the closeness of your bodies. 

  ”I love you.“

  ”I love you too.“ You moaned in response. You felt him tease your nipples which only made you grow more wet. The sounds of sex filled the room. ”Fuck, Jin. You're perfect.“ You quickened the pace as you moved up and down his cock. 

He grit his teeth for a moment before he met your pace. Pleasure coursed through both of your bodies as you worked together. He started to leave marks on your skin. He groaned against your breast before he started to lick and bite at the sensitive flesh. The sensation only turned you on further. 

  ”You are beautiful. Perfect. I only want you.“ He admitted, ”I only thought about you during my trip. I couldn't wait to come home to you.”

The pleasure was undeniable, the heat between you two left your heart racing. You wanted him more than anything. Your bodies moved together on the couch as he kissed your heated skin. The feeling was euphoric, it was hot beyond measure. You wanted him and he wanted you. He adored you, he thought nothing of the best about you. 

You leaned down to kiss him on those soft lips before you moved your hips two more times and finished around his cock. Your pussy clenched around him as you gripped onto his shoulders. You relaxed and he picked up the pace as soon finished inside of you. He let out a loud groan as he did so, he felt the same rush through him as you did. It was hot and heavy all over.

Soon you were in each others' arms on the couch. He even kicked off his slacks to get more comfortable as he laid beside you. Your breathing was heavy as he sprawled out beside you. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears.

You laid in bliss as the pleasure subsided,. you could hear Seokjin's heavy breathing in your ear. He kept a protective arm around you. He said, “I should buy you more stuff like that. Dress you all all fancy.” 

You turned in his arms and kissed him. You held onto his face and replied, “Whatever you put me in, I'll wear.” Then pulled him in for another searing kiss. 

[jjksper]

𑁍꯭⠀⠀᮫ֺ⠀🪜ִ⠀𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝚄𝙼𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝒉𝙰⠀⠀▎약꯭속꯭하꯭다 𓈒

⫿⠀𝖽𝖾⠀𝗊𝗎𝖾⠀𝒆꯭𝒔𝒕𝒂꯭𝒓𝒆𝒊⠀⠀𖧷⠀⠀𝄄𝄂⠀⠀𝕆𝙽𝙳𝙴 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁 𝚀𝚄𝙴

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓥꯭𝑜𝑐꯭𝑒̂ 𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙹𝙰⠀⠀⣜⣝⣭

⠀𖧷⠀⠀᩠⠀⠀⠀ᨈᨋ⠀⠀⠀𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎⠀⠀⠀᳞⠀⠀⚱️⠀𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄁𝄂⠀⠀٫٫⠀⠀𐂆

[orangepajamas]

hair-down kitsuragi my beloved [he is in my palms]

[muiromem]

Star Trek: Voyager Sugar Cookies, 2023 Edition!

(These took like 3 hours to finish and a lot of specialized color-mixing.)

[konigschitzo0]

Sugar Daddy Konig (Intro)

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I have a lot planned for this so enjoy! ♡ ♡ ♡

Konig x Fem!reader + Horangi x Fem!reader…Adding more COD characters in future parts >ᴗ< Reader is going to be fucking around, they fight over you!!

MDNI!! 18+

Contains. Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers?, Sugar Daddy Konig, Motorcycle Horangi, Konig Dom, Sex eventually, Multiple men, more motorcycles…

I guess this is sorta an AU.

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You admit it to yourself… being broke and living alone sucks! You work when you can but tonight it's another night alone. Placing your dinner on the coffee table you sit on the couch opening your phone to begin doom scrolling. When the boredom hits, you have an idea to sign up for a sugar daddy app. Just for fun, you think to yourself, nothing could come of it, men are gross…a hot and polite man, spoiling you with everything you wanted, clothes, food, sex…?  A smirk begins to form on your face imagining it. You wipe the smirk off your face shaking your head, no man could be so perfect! Maybe you just need some love you delete the stupid app and download Tinder. Again. You begin sinking into the couch now swiping left and right. The app is okay but boys are gross. The boredom is gone and your desperate need for a man is suppressed for now… you pause. Konig. You begin stalking his profile. Something along the lines of being 6’10” and ex-military, hot but what really made you interested was his photos. a mask? In all his pictures he’s is wearing a mask. In the pictures from when he was a military operator, his face is covered, in the pictures of him at the gym a ski mask, even when in a nice suit. What is this guys deal? This is Tinder! How will you judge him correctly without seeing his face! You zoom into all his pictures and squint your eyes to try to get a glimpse of his face, all you see are his beautiful green eyes, peering back at you. You can feel the tension build in your heart a little as you get a closer look, butterflies maybe? You ignore your gut for now but still swipe right. 

In the morning you're up at 6 AM for your dead-end job at the local grocery store. You wish you were tired, you crave some excitement. You peak at your phone filled with messages from Tinder and regret not deleting it like the other app, you roll your eyes at the filthy messages men gave you last night. Scrolling through the notifications one catches your eye. Not a corny pickup line, not an inappropriate comment but Konig. Remembering him from last night, your heart skips a beat. 

How about dinner tonight, Schatz? Schatz? Is that German? 

You reply uninterested. Can't tonight, working. 

You place your phone down and begin getting ready for work. In the shower, the only thing on your mind is your loneliness. You stand under the water and look up you start imagining how tall 6’10” would be. Imagining what it must be like to hug someone so tall… to kiss someone so tall. He has to be lying about his height Before you could have a second thought you realize you are thinking about Konig. Scheiße! I MEAN SHIT!! You panic you're even thinking in German! You quickly turn off the water and dry your face attempting to rub any future dirty thoughts off your brain. You cannot believe you were thinking about a man you have never even met! You brush your hair, brush your teeth, and put on makeup nicer than usual. Without giving your subconscious a second to think twice. You pick up your phone.

You double-text Konig. Ew, I seem desperate. I get off at 6, where are we going?

You get dressed in casual clothes, grab the keys, and head out the door. Down the stairs of your apartment and out another door. Feeling like you're in a nervous rush after leaving for you… a risky text message. Exciting. The morning air hits you and the day is beautiful. You begin walking to your car. Your neighbor is out already, leaning on his motorcycle and smoking a cigarette. Next to your car, not an uncommon sight but he sure is cute so you don't mind. Does he park it there on purpose? Does he wait for me? You're pretty sure he lives on your floor too. “Good morning, Hong-jin, beautiful day for a ride!” You say smiling. “It's so good to see that smile, want a ride to work again today? I have time to kill.” He says smiling in return. You always take him up on his offers. You pretend like you're not trying to feel his body during the rides, but you can't help but hold him tight while the motorcycle rumbles beneath both of you and not just cause you have to, you want to. Sometimes his shirt even rolls up and you have to hold back. You rest your head on his chiseled back while going down long roads. You look down at him his legs look sexy in those motorcycle pants, but maybe it's what's in between them that you really want. You think more about the rides you've had with him he rides just right, so smooth, and never too fast. You totally do not have a crush on your neighbor…Today though you reconsider his offer it’ll be hard to hide your date from him. He will call you after work and ask if you’ll need a ride back home. Hoping your date will pick you up from work at the very least before he takes you to Olive Garden. Fuck Konig you're closer to Kim anyway and if he stands you up you'll always have him to fuck. You finally realize your neighbor has a crush on you too. You snap out of your thoughts  “Sure! Hong-jin I would love to!” you say happily. You open the trunk of your car and grab the expensive helmet he bought you, he wanted you to be as safe as possible. How sweet, you really do like it when men buy you things. “You are full of smiles today this morning, huh beautiful?” Hong-jin says teasingly after noticing you smile at the helmet and the idea of riding with him. He puts out his cigarette. “I'm just really excited to ride you. I MEAN ride with you!” Your voice cracks. Horangi smirks and puts on his helmet It is white with tiger decals on the sides and Horangi written on the back, you only call him that when he's got the helmet on, you wonder what it even means. Who cares he's so attractive you slam your trunk put on your helmet and hop on the back after him. Using his arm he offered to help you hop up. You immediately wrap your arms around his perfect body in excitement. You think you hear him giggle in delight underneath his helmet. When he turns the key into the bike and revs it up you are very aware of your pussy vibrating on the seat with each rev of the bike. Your pussy is just so close to him you almost get the feeling to dry hump him right then and there. Boy, do motorcycles turn you on. It was going to be a long day. 

You arrive at work after an exciting ride without cuming in your pants… You hop off and thank Horangi holding back from ripping off his helmet and kissing him in the parking lot. You wave goodbye and walk in holding your helmet. You open your phone for 7 AM clock in. KONIG! You roll your eyes, thinking you’ve already found love in your Horangi, you guys are practically married! 

I think you will like it. I will pick you up, ja? You panic! In your work clothes? Why is he so stern? Then again you were blunt with him.

Somewhere I can wear my work clothes, something casual?

I can fix that. Please come with me tonight?? He is begging…

You reply. I guess. *work address* be here at 6:15

NEXT PART <333

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Here is my role reversal AU where the Kittisawats are the powerful mafia family, and the Theerapanyakuls are the poor brothers cousins trying to survive. Also they’re all sex workers. 

Tankhun is the overworked and overstressed eldest trying to take care of his family. Korn is a sick old man, likely to die any day now, and Gun is their shady, unreliable uncle who takes advantage of his brother’s failing health and the boys for his own gain. He’s part of a low-level gang; robberies, muggings, minor car theft. Nothing that would get the attention of actual organized criminals. A scumbag. 

Kinn and Vegas are the primary supports. Tankhun does his best, but he’s got his own trauma to work through. Kinn is the bartender fucking patrons for extra tips; Vegas is just a prostitute, and he doesn’t try to hide it. He also deals drugs on the side, and sometimes is forced into helping with Gun’s crimes. First as a lookout when he was young, then as an active participant. Kinn and Khun both fight with him about his methods. Kinn, because he thinks Vegas is reckless, getting involved with his father like that. He won’t be able to avoid the police forever if he keeps engaging in violent crime. Vegas thinks none of them can afford to be scrupulous with their morals, and none of them can deny that he delivers. 

Tankhun, a former prostitute himself, until he was kidnapped and… had a bad time… scolds Vegas for being so reckless with his own sex work. He’s terrified of anyone in his family going through the same things he did. Now he’s agoraphobic as hell, terrified of strangers, and only manages to pull himself together for the sake of his family. He still does sexwork, but now he’s just a camboy; there isn’t much else he can do that doesn’t require him to leave the house, when he’s a college drop-out with no qualifications or marketable skills. 

Kim’s bright plan was to become a YouTube sensation, get famous, and make it so none of his family ever has to work again. It doesn’t pan out quite that way. He does have and maintain a channel for his music, sharing recording equipment with Tankhun, but it’s small time. He does have a significant amount of subscribers; between that and his patreon, it’s not enough to live off of, but it’s enough for him to put himself through school. Anything extra he gets goes towards his family; Tankhun always tries to protest, but Kim can see the way some of the tension leaves his eyes when he doesn't have to worry about the month’s bills. Unlike the elder cousins, the closest Kim ever comes to sex work is playing his guitar shirtless on his patreon. Maybe a couple times people have offered to pay him for ~extra services~, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. 

Macau is still in high school. He tutors people for extra cash (read: does their assignments for a hefty fee) and helps Kim edit his music/videos. Wants to be a DJ someday. The two of them are close, as the babies of the family. Closer than Kim is to his own brothers, but the same can’t be said for Vegas; he and Macau are thick as thieves. 

One day Kinn gets a job as a personal bartender. He doesn’t bother trying to hide that he’s working for Porsche Kittisawat, and Kim isn’t shy about calling him a kept boy. He doesn’t begrudge his brother the choices he makes, he just wishes Kinn didn’t have to make them. Kinn puts up a good front, but Kim knows the craves the intimacy of a lasting relationship. He’s desperate for something real. To love and be loved. Kim is too jaded to stake any belief in finding something like that. 

Then he meets Chay. 

Chay is actually a fan of his. A very generous fan who regularly makes sizeable donations. Kim owes his upgraded recording equipment to Chay’s generosity, though he has no idea who his online benefactor is. 

Kim is local talent. Sometimes he gets called to play small shows every once in a blue moon. Kinn is pretty good at pulling the strings to get Kim booked at his club, courtesy of Porsche, who’s really making the offer on Chay’s behalf. It’s how Kim ends up meeting Chay. Not that he makes the connection. 

Chay is in the crowd, watching him with more interest than he thinks he’s earned. Kim thinks it’s regular attraction, the kind he’s used to. Used to it dropping off when people get to see the real him too; his pretty face isn’t enough to make up for his ugly life, especially when his personality isn’t enough to act as a buffer. Kim buys him a drink after the show anyway. They talk, they flirt, Chay admits to being a fan, which is nice. Kim’s never been recognized before. 

They start seeing each other. Kim still doesn’t connect Chay ro Kinn or to his favorite subscriber. Thanks to Kinn (and Chay’s) efforts, he keeps doing shows. Gets booked for better clubs as he proves himself able to handle it. He doesn't want to know what it cost his brother; he hopes it’s not too much, and Kinn always assures him he’s fine. He seems to mean it, and Kim is just selfish enough not to question it if it means his dream coming true. He starts promoting his shows online, and Chay is there at every one. Pretty soon that leads to seeing each other outside of shows, too, then going on dates. 

It’s building towards something. But before they can fall over that edge, Kim finds out about everything. The mafia, Chay’s subscription, Chay getting him these shows. All but paying for him. Kim is devastated. He knew better than to trust Chay from the start, it was too good to be true, and now look at what’s happened. 

He goes to his family. 

Tankhun, shrewd as ever, tells him it doesn’t change anything just because he knows now. Vegas, ruthless, tells him to use Chay for everything he’s worth until the money dries up. Macau thinks it’s romantic; that Chay admired him from afar, only for them to meet by chance and fall in love. Except they didn’t meet by chance, and Kim isn’t in love. 

Kinn understands, though. Kim didn’t expect him to. He didn’t give his brother enough credit. He thought Kinn would be like Vegas and Khun. Instead he tells Kim to follow his heart. He knows Kim isn’t like them, isn’t built for the kind of life where he can set aside his feelings and use someone else for his own gain. He’s too much of an artist for that. 

Kim tells all of this to Chay, who says that he doesn’t want to buy Kim, either. If Kim doesn’t return his feelings, that’s okay. They can go back to the way they were. They can be friends, or Chay can just be an anonymous name on a screen. He wants to be with Kim, but he doesn’t want to pay Kim to pretend with him. 

It’s exactly what Kim needed to hear. 

[margotw10bis]

Pretty Baby.KNJ [m]

(former) sugardaddy!namjoon x (former) sugarbaby!reader

Genre: smut; short-story

Words: 3.5k

Synopsis: Namjoon is your sugar daddy. However, you can't deny how your heart is jumping in your chest when he calls you his "pretty baby"… But what happens after?

Warnings: angst; unprotected sex; oral sex ; Namjoon is huge 😳; he loves ass; use of "daddy"; pregnancy kink/breeding kink

1 → 2 → 3 (Bonus : Memories ; Doubts & Possibilities)

This part takes place after chapter 3.

This can't be happening. There is no way. You have been careful, very careful even. So why is the pregnancy test positive?

You don't know what to feel right now. You're panicked but also beyond happy to know that you have Namjoon's baby in your belly. However, panic takes the most of you. How will Namjoon react? Yes, you have known him for over a year now but it only has been four little months since you have confessed your feelings and started a 'real' relationship. Won't he think you're trying to cage him? It's way too soon to have a baby. Too soon in your relationship and too soon in your life.

You already imagined your future, and Namjoon was certainly a part of it — a huge part of it. You imagined that, someday, maybe in a few years, you'll get married and then, a few years later, you could have children together. You don't want a family with someone other than Namjoon but it wasn't supposed to be now.

You need time to think. You're way too overwhelmed right now. That's why you send a text to Namjoon, saying that you're too tired tonight and you prefer to stay in your apartment. Well, the apartment he has bought you. Fuck, if he doesn't want the baby, where are you going to live?

You spend the evening crying and caressing your belly in where a little human being already has all your love until you fall asleep.

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"Are you serious?"

Seokjin looks at his friend with rounded eyes. He has known him for years and he has never thought that Namjoon would tell him that one day. He definitely has to take another sip of his whiskey. He doesn't even hear the lounge music of the bar.

"Yes, I don't want to wait any longer. I think it could be a great Christmas present"

"I'm happy for you, man" Seokjin starts with a wince "But don't you think she wants to wait?"

"What do you mean?" Namjoon frowns

"You're 36. You have been crazy, you have lived your youth. It's just normal you're ready to settle down" Ironic when Seokjin is older than Namjoon but absolutely not willing to settle down "But she is, what? 26?"

"25" Namjoon mumbles

"25! Just think about how you were at 25! Did you want to get married?" Seokjin asks

He is not wrong. When Namjoon was 25, all he could think about was fucking hot chicks. He would run away as fast as possible if a girl wanted to even have a date. But you're different than him, right? You don't want to fuck around and you won't run away when he asks you to marry him. Right?

"Look, I'm not saying that to hurt you but I just think you should wait a little longer. She could feel pressured" Seokjin adds as he pats his friend's shoulder

Namjoon sighs and decides that he would get drunk tonight.

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A loud noise coming from the entrance wakes you up. You look at your phone: it's almost three am. You hear a deep growl and recognize Namjoon. You walk to him and witness a very drunk boyfriend of yours — soon to be your baby daddy. He almost can't stand on his feet and he is swinging dangerously as he is trying to take off his shoes.

"Namjoon?"

He lifts up his head and a bright — yet, drunkly lazy — smile paints his face. Your heart melts of how happy he seems to be.

"Baby!"

You quickly join him to prevent his big body from hitting the floor.

"Let me help you" You say before taking off his shoes

You tug him onto your side and lead him to the bed where he falls immediately.

"You seem to have had a great night" You tell him, caressing his blond hair

"Awful" He pouts

"How come?" You smile, amused of how young he looks

"You weren't there" He genuinely answers

Fuck, you love him so much. But a lump chocks your throat when you think that, maybe, he will reject you soon. You instinctively put your hand over your stomach. Thankfully, Namjoon is too drunk to notice it.

"You should take off your clothes and go to bed" Your voice is weak and broken

"You little hussy"

You roll your eyes and try to unbutton his shirt but it's not easy to do when Namjoon's hands find their way underneath your top. You start to panic a little when you feel his fingertips on your stomach, which it's ridiculous since your belly is completely flat. You stop his palms and push them away. You are not in the mood for sex. And Namjoon is way too drunk anyway. He is half sleeping by the time you finish undress him. You snuggle against him and try to forget everything else except him.

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"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asks you with furrowed brows

"No" You lie

You try to give him a smile and hold your towel tighter against your body. You definitely knew he was going to notice something's off: you haven't had sex since you found out you were pregnant and confirmed it with an appointment with your doctor — you even had an ultrasound of your four weeks little bean during which you cried like a baby. That means nine days. You have never spent nine fucking days without sex if Namjoon wasn't gone for a business trip. Never. Especially since you've become an official couple. And more than that, you don't even let Namjoon touch you. Like right now, when he saw you naked in the bathroom and you quickly covered your bare frame with a soft and fluffy towel.

If you are doing that out of an irrational fear of Namjoon finding out the truth, in Namjoon's head, Seokjin's words start making sense. Maybe his friend was right and you just want to have fun. You're young. Maybe you don't want a serious relationship and you are planning of breaking up with him. The last days without sex might be your way of sending a message and letting him down slowly. It's so painful to imagine his life without you. It took him thirty-six years to find you and the year he has spent with you is not enough. A whole life wouldn't be enough.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. Tell me what's wrong" Namjoon's voice is soft despite the whole earthquake of panic inside him — he is not ready to be brokenhearted

"I'm just tired, that's all" What a terrible liar are you

Namjoon's fists clench. Why don't you tell him? Don't you trust him? Or are you trying to push him away for good? The thought is so painful.

"I love you" He suddenly says

You look up at him in surprise. He just needs you to know that. No matter what happens. He loves you. Even if you're going to break his heart. Fuck, he is such a good man and your hormones are messing with you. You start crying so loud, big rounded tears rolling down your cheeks. Namjoon begins to panic, did he say something wrong? He hugs you tight and rubs your back which makes you cry louder.

"I'm so sorry" You sob in his chest

"What do you mean?" Namjoon asks with a white voice, his brain imagining all kinds of scenarios of you falling in love with another man

"I'm pregnant" You whisper with a broken voice

It's worse when you feel Namjoon's body tensing against yours. Did he hear well?

"You what?" He asks, gulping

"I'm pregnant" You repeat with difficulty

When you're about to convince yourself that you're going to end up all alone with a baby due to his painful silence, Namjoon surprises you by hugging you tighter.

"I love you so much, Y/N" His voice is shaky due to happy tears

Are you really going to make him a father? Sure, he wanted to have kids with you but not now. He just had his fantasy deep in the back of his head but it was like a distant dream. However, he couldn't be happier right now. You, the woman he loves more than anything, have his baby inside you.

He pulls away just to kiss you deeply. He looks into your eyes and he sees the relief in them. That's why you pushed him away lately, because you were afraid. If you knew how happy Namjoon is right now.

"I love you so fucking much" He repeats, making you smile

"I love you too" Your tears shift to happy and relieved ones

His reaction is better than anything you could have imagined. You wonder why you didn't trust him. Namjoon is a good man, he is the man you love. And now, you can't wait to have his baby.

He presses his forehead against yours but his euphoria takes control over his body. He unwraps the towel around you and looks at your stomach, still flat despite the fact you have his fucking baby in you. He didn't think he could love you more and then, he does. His hands caress your belly and then move to your ass. He moans at the feeling of finally being able to squeeze it after nine days.

"Now, I'm going to make love to you" He announces with a raspy voice that goes straight to your pussy

He lifts you up, making you gasp in surprise, and leads you to the bed. He lays you there delicately and starts kissing your neck. Your hands find his soft hair. You missed his touch so much. Shivers run through your body when Namjoon's lips travel down to your boobs. Your nipples are already erected and he rolls his tongue around it. His hand grabs your other tit, twisting and pinching your sensitive nipple. You moan and feel your pussy getting impossibly wet.

Namjoon creates a wet path with his kisses, going down. He stays more than usual on your belly to kiss and rub it. The gesture is so soft that you almost cry.

"I love you little one" He whispers "And I love your mom so much"

Your heart jumps in your chest. It's the first time you realize that you're going to be a mom. The fact that Namjoon calls you that creates all kinds of emotions inside you. You can't describe it but it's very intense.

Namjoon keeps going down and reaches your soaked pussy. He kisses your clit, making you open your mouth by pleasure. His expert tongue draws patterns that make you feel so good. Your back arches to feel him more. He takes big laps of your juices, moaning against your pussy of how good you taste. One of his hand takes a full grab of your ass while the other one teases your entrance. You clench at the emptiness but Namjoon still doesn't enter you.

"Please" You beg

Namjoon smirks and finally digs one finger into your wet pussy. The nine days without sex made your cunt tighter than usual. You groan loud when he quickly adds another finger. He is fingering you fast and deep, making sure to find your g-spot.

You whimper when Namjoon sucks on your clit harder. Pleasure is fogging your brain. You roll up your hips to meet his fingers and tongue better. You grab Namjoon's hair and basically rub your pussy against his face. Nine days without his touch were like torture and you can't wait any longer. You need him, you need all of him. And you moan when you know that you can have it.

"You love fucking my face, don't you baby?" Namjoon teases you

His words are so scandalous but you love it — both his words and fucking his face.

"I want to cum" You shout with a high pitch voice

"Do it, baby" Namjoon says while he presses deeper on your g-spot

"Right here!" You gasp

Namjoon knows you so well, he presses even more, digging his fingers deeper into your pussy. Your walls clench around his digits and his tongue is crazier on your clit. Fuck, he is good. Your toes curl and you bury his face deeper between your legs as you are reaching your high. Namjoon's name escapes your lips in a scream impossible to withhold. But you start shaking when Namjoon doesn't stop nor slow his moves. The overstimulation is too much to bear and you tug on his soft hair harder, making him growl. When spams run over your body and your legs try to close around his head, Namjoon stops his delightful torture.

"I missed you cumming" He tells you before reaching up to kiss you, giving you a taste of your juices

He gets rid of his clothes fast and you blush at his huge cock. Your hand moves by itself and you delicately wrap your fingers around his fat length. The velvet skin is so smooth and Namjoon seems to love your touch since he twitches in your fist. You slowly jerk him off and he closes his eyes in delight. Yeah, he missed having sex so bad.

You guide him to your entrance and Namjoon pushes his tip inside your pussy. You moan as you feel him filling you. He buries himself deep inside you. He kisses you as he is resting without moving a few seconds, knowing how much his cock is stretching you right now. He intertwines your fingers on both sides of your head and you wrap your legs around him to hug him tighter. His slow pace is so good, building up the tension inside your body. You feel him and all his moves into your pussy. He is so intense, yet so soft, his thumbs caressing the back of your hands.

"I guess you'll get to call me daddy again" He jokes but it actually makes you clench around his cock

"Fuck me harder, daddy" You moan, to tease him but also because you do love when he fucks you hard

Namjoon growls and lifts up to pound into you faster and deeper. His sensual pace is long gone and he just fucks you rough like you love. Your tits bounce at each dick stroke, attracting Namjoon. He can't help grabbing one of your boobs, pinching your nipple hard to make you whine and clench your pussy.

"My little baby mama" His words make your walls tighten and moan "Shit, you love this, don't you?" Namjoon says in a breathe, surprised and pleased

Fuck, why does it make you so horny? Your walls tighten and Namjoon loves how you react. Having his baby is making you clench around his big dick and he loves it. His eyes lock on your belly and he can't wait to see it big and round, full of his baby. He almost cums when he thinks about everyone knowing he fucked you so good that he put a baby in you.

He pounds deeper, making your skins clap in a sinful way. You caress his flexing abs with your fingertips and you still can't believe Namjoon is your man. He is so fucking handsome. He fucks you so good. You gesture him to kiss you and he does. Your lips connect in a messy way but you don't care as long as you can kiss him.

"I love you" You whisper

"I love you too, pretty baby"

You feel Namjoon's hand on your belly and your orgasm is close. Your moans get choked and your head roll back.

"You gonna make me cum" You say, making Namjoon pump rougher into your tight and dripping cunt

"Come on baby, cum on daddy's cock"

Your legs squeeze Namjoon's body and you pussy clenches, your orgasm very much on the edge. He gives you a last hard pound and you fall down into high.

"Fuck, Namjoon!" You scream when a huge wave of arousal washes over you, making you forget your name

Namjoon kisses your neck and shoulder, waiting for you to reach down to Earth. You lazily caress his sticky hair and hum in happiness. You are happy right now. Because of him, because of his love, of his touch. And also because of the little baby inside you.

Namjoon rolls over and places you on top of him. He slaps your ass to urge you to ride him. His huge cock is deep in you, immediately touching the right spot. You take support on his buff chest and start jumping on his dick. Little whimpers escape your lips as your head rolls back in pleasure. Namjoon looks at your perfect body: your jolting boobs, your soft belly, your thighs around his pelvis and your glistening pussy taking his cock so well.

His hands grabs your asscheeks to settle the pace. He makes you ride him rough, wet clapping sounds echoing the bedroom.

"Fuck" You moan

"You are so beautiful" He praises you and your heart melts "I can't believe you're having my baby"

You tenderly smile at him, slowing your pace so you can caress his cheek with one of your hand. Your tenderness is definitely one of the things Namjoon loves the most about you. He kisses your hand before you place it back on his chest.

"I can't believe you put a baby in me" You reply and you get the hint that Namjoon loves it since you feel his cock twitch in your cunt "You fucked me so good that I have your baby now"

You have never seen Namjoon so proud, happy and horny at the same time. He lifts up his torso so he can stay in a sit position. His hand grabs the back of your neck and he presses his lips on yours, claiming you.

"I'm going to put so many babies in you, Y/N. Everyone will see who fucks you" He growls and you clench

Fuck, his words are so crude yet so tempting.

"I can't wait to see your big belly full of my child"

Namjoon starts thumping into your cunt and you have to grab his shoulders to stay still under his rough moves. Your walls tighten again and you bring one of your hands down to rub your clit.

"That's it baby, make yourself cum" Namjoon spurs you

"Fuck me harder" You beg him

Namjoon delivers a harsh spank on your ass, making you clench as he pounds harder and deeper. At each rub of your fingers on your clit, your cunt gets tighter. You are so close, you can't even breathe evenly.

"I'm gonna cum, Joonie" You say breathlessly

"Go ahead"

Namjoon kisses you, swallowing your loud moans as you're cumming all over his cock. Your body shivers and Namjoon keeps his pace. You whimper when you feel how sensitive your pussy is after three orgasms but you want Namjoon to cum too. You roll your hips as he fucks you, spurring him to fill you up.

"Put another baby in me" You tease him

He hides his face in your neck and bites your skin gently. You don't know how much he loves it. He is close too, his unsteady moves making you know.

"My baby mama" He whispers with a last, harsh, deep dick stoke and throw his hot shots of cum inside your wet and messy pussy

Both breathless, you keep hugging each other tight. Tears fill your eyes again when you realize that Namjoon is by your side and that he loves you and the little human inside you.

"Hey, baby, don't cry" He soothes you as he kisses your nose

"I love you so much, Namjoon. And I was so stressed the last days" You confess, feeling finally lighter

"I love you too. Believe me when I say I'm so happy. The happiest man alive. You make me so happy. Actually..."

Namjoon delicately pulls out and makes you sit on the bed. He goes to his abandoned suit vest on the floor. He grabs a little thing you can't identify. He quickly goes back to you and gives you a little box. Your heart, your breathe and pretty much everything stops as you open it and discover a beautiful and shiny ring.

"I wanted to give it to you on Christmas but you've beat me at the best gift" He says, playfully but also emotional

"What does it mean?" You ask in a whisper, you don't want to misinterpret it because your heart won't survive it

"Marry me. Please?" Namjoon's voice is soft but a little shaky

"You can't ask me to marry you after sex!" You exclaim, crying of how happy you are

"You told me you loved me while I was fucking your ass" Namjoon replies with a pout

"Namjoon!" You gasp, still embarrassed by the memory

"Can you please give me a respond? Because I'm not sure I can handle the stress anymore"

"Yes!"

You jump at him, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. Everything you can. You laugh and cry at the same time and Namjoon is nothing better. He grabs your shaky hand with his shaky one and slided the diamond ring onto your finger.

"I love you so much, Namjoon" You say with emotion cracking your voice

"I love you, pretty babies"

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