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sanjisboyfie · 11 months ago

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-> nami x sugar daddy ! male reader

requested (kinda?) the one where sugar daddy![name] meets all of nami's friends 8k+ word count !!! everyone be fed <3333

warnings : id say none bc its jus sweeeeeeet fluff and domesticity and jokes between nami her man and her friends.

when vivi got a text from nami, the message reading “fina-fucking-lly!!!” and attached were four images, the woman easily guessed what the context was. the images showed nami cuddled up with her “mystery man” and a pleased smile on her face. the two seemed to be cuddling shirtless in bed together so vivi was able to piece two and two together.

the man, although his face was hidden, was definitely the sugar daddy that nami had been seeing for the past year or so. he was often the hot topic between the two best friends, mainly nami complaining about him never taking a hint or making a move on her while vivi just nodded along. at first, she thought nami was just in the whole dynamic for the money (which she was), but as more time passed, it became clear that nami had caught genuine feelings for the guy.

vivi chuckled at the happy smile on nami’s face as well as her messy hair, typing back a quick “congratulations, i’m glad it all worked out,” as her response. in a second she got a text back, nami insisting that the two have a girls’ night so that they can catch up. obviously, not going to pass up the chance to hear all the details, vivi agreed and the two set a time and place for their hangout.

a couple of days later, nami was getting ready and rushing around the apartment in search of her favorite necklace. [name] blinked at her, wondering what had her so hurried before clearing his throat. she whipped her head around, looking at him pleadingly, “have you seen my gold necklace? not the one you gave me, but a different one,”

scanning his memories of what she was talking about, he could vaguely recall what she was talking about. so he walked off, going into the bathroom, and emerging with the golden necklace in his fingertips. she jumped on him, hugging him tight and singing his praises.

”thank you so much, [name]!” she turned around, taking her long hair into her hands with one sweep and presenting her neck to him. immediately, he acted in clasping teh necklace around her, “i was driving myself insane trying to find it. you’re the best,” she turned around when he finished, going on her tippy toes to kiss him.

he quickly caught her by her waist and pressed himself deeper into the kiss. she laughed at his eagerness before smacking his chest to get him to let her go, “as much as i’d love to just suck face, i’ve actually got places to be,”

“places to be without me?” [name] pouted, seeing his pretty girlfriend especially dolled up, “how can i appreciate your beauty if i’m not with you?”

“sucks to suck, babe,” she winked, grabbing her purse and giving herself the once over in the mirror before grabbing the keycard to the apartment, “meeting up with vivi for the whole day, so don’t wait up okay?”

he hummed, not actually that bothered she was having the day to herself. he just planted one more kiss to her neck, reminding her, “stay safe, text me if you two need anything,” and then pulling away from her. he smiled at her and gave a gentle wave as she walked away.

nami grinned at his sweet behavior, blowing him a kiss before stepping into the elevator to get to the lobby. when she exited the building, she saw a chaffeur already waiting for her and rolled her eyes as she knew that [name] was the one who called him for her.

when she met with vivi at the familiar restaurant, she had to contain a scream of joy at seeing her best friend. the blue haired woman shared the same sentiment, biting her lip to silence herself. instead, the two shared a long hug with each other, swaying back and forth in place as they complimented the other for looking so well.

the two took a seat near the window, still giggling to themselves.

“how have you been, nami? it feels like it’s been so long,” vivi said with a pout, her glossy lips jutted outward to emphasize her words, “don’t tell me that man has you locked in some depressing apartment and this whole meeting is actually a cry for help,”

nami laughed at her friend’s attitude, shaking her head, “it definitely isn’t, just a much needed catch up, vivi,”

her friend squinted her eyes as if she didn’t believe her before dropping the act, “alright, i believe you, but let’s just not talk about men for a good twenty minutes. just girl talk, please?”

nami took ahold of her best friend’s hands and nodded, a genuine smile on her face, “duh, of course. neither of our lives revolve around men, vivi!” the blue haired woman cheered in response before picking up the menu and scanning over their options.

as promised, the first portion of their date was just focused on how the other has been, talking about their jobs and school and schedules that have been keeping them busy. nami learned that vivi was going to soon be taking over for her father’s business, as her dad was just becoming older and older. plus, vivi had a natural leadership bone in her body that her own father could recognize and knew that it should not be wasted.

on the other hand, nami filled vivi in on how she was really eager to just get her degree and be done with schooling. all the schools wree on break now, but when things got started up again, nami knew that it would be the death of her.

“well, getting a master’s is challenging, but i know it’ll be worth it when you get that degree!” vivi encouraged her, making nami nod in agreement, “at least you don’t have to worry about financial debt when you graduate too, that’s a big plus,”

nami blushed, a bashful smile coming onto her face. she bit her tongue to prevent herself from going on a tangent, especially considering vivi and her’s previous agreement to not talk about men, but it seemed vivi could read right through her.

“alright, lay it out all to me, nami. you’ve been practically shaking in your seat since you’ve sat down,”

“i have not!” nami denied, an offensive look on her face which vivi only rolled her eyes at.

”just tell me everything, girl, i’m actually really curious,” nami waited a couple of seconds, waiting for vivi to take it back, but when he saw the girl motion for her to continue, she finally let loose.

“well, me and [name] are finally dating!” she said, trying to contain her voice of excitement to not bother the other patrons of the restaurant, “made it official about a week or so ago, and vivi!!! it’s been so good, i didn’t think that he could get any sweeter but he has and continues to! he’s such a gentleman, seriously! i’m telling you right now — older men are where it’s at, vivi! if you’re ever gonna date someone, date someone at least 5 years older!”

“yeah, more like 9 years older and in a different tax bracket, right?” vivi teased, poking fun at the two’s age gap which only made nami wave her hand dismissively.

“blah, blah, blah! but, seriously, he’s sooo sweet to me,”

“you’re sure it’s not just the bare minimum?” nami deadpanned at vivi’s question.

“do you really think i’d settle for someone that doesn’t meet my expectations?”

“you’re right, my bad for assuming otherwise,” vivi grinned, enjoying nami’s snarky attitude that she had missed so much, “and, nami, if you’re happy, then i’m happy. i’m glad you two finally got together, i know how hard of a girl crush you had on him,”

“god, don’t make it sound so elementary with that phrase,” nami cringed, hiding her blushing face in her hands.

”hey, as long as he has as much of a boy crush on you as you do on him, that’s fine!” vivi teased once more, making nami only bury her head further into her hands.

nami sighed, slapping her cheeks to rid it of the warm feeling before continuing on, “that’s also another thing, [name] always makes it obvious that he’s into me as much as i’m into him. you know how many guys in college don’t even make an effort. yeah, they don’t compare to him. he’s always just saying the sweetest shit, it’d be so icky if it weren’t him. he’s just so…” nami paused trying to find the right word before settling on, “perfect. he’s really the best, vivi. i like him a lot,”

her best friend across the table softened at her sudden genuine tone, reaching across the table to hold nami’s hand, “i’m so happy for you two,”

“and everything right now is perfect. i’m just scared that i’m gonna mess it up in some way, or that our dynamic before is gonna ruin us in some way,” vivi immedaitely shook her head to show nami that she was being ridiculous. but she continued anyway, “i don’t know, i just feel like it’s all too good to be true…? i’ve always wanted a guy that’d take care of, but wouldn’t baby me, and [name]’s just that! it’s like a dream,”

“nami, you’re not going to ruin anything between you two,” vivi assured her, squeezing her hand tight, “you guys are adults. he seems like a mature guy, if anything happens, you can at least be comfortable enough to talk to each other about it. and if that doesn’t work out, then let fate take the reigns. but the point is! you don’t have to be scared of anything because it sounds to me that he’s a really understanding guy and really knows you for who you are.”

nami sighed, nodding her head as she couldn’t deny that most of what vivi was saying sounded accurate. she was just vocalizing her worries because if she didn’t she might’ve just exploded.

“don’t overthink your relationship so much either, you guys are in it together. he likes you as much as you like him, if not more, so don’t worry about things like that either,” vivi smiled, seeing that her words were slowly uplifting nami’s mood. “but there is one thing that needs to happen before you guys can even think of moving your relationship on,”

nami blinked, tilting her head in confusion.

vivi grinned in a victorious manner, winking at nami, “you gotta let him meet all of us before you guys can keep dating! we gotta see if he passes the test or not!”

“what test?!”

“the “are you worthy enough to be dating nami” test, duh,” vivi said with an eyeroll, finishing off the rest of the water in her cup before nodding, “i reckon if he brings some good food to the house party, he’s already warmed up luffy. everyone else is pretty hard to read,”

“oh, you guys can’t be serious?” nami said in an exasperated tone, letting her head hand in disbelief.

”no, we’re completely serious, like genuinely everyone’s been waiting for your relationship to move on like this so we could all meet and approve him,” vivi said, looking at her phone and then grinning at nami, “they’ve already settled for a casual house party to be held in a week from now, bring your man and we can all meet him,”

nami looked at her as if she were the spawn of satan, but vivi just continued smiling on as if there were nothing wrong. then she just dug through her purse for [name]’s card (he slipped it into her wallet before she left) and glared at her, “if you guys do anything weird to scare him off, i’ll seriously kill all of you guys,”

“yes, yes, whatever, let’s just charge his card here and move on from his discussion~”

the two parted ways after about a four hour long brunch-turned-dinner date together. nami made sure vivi got home safe with a safe uber ride, stalking her location as she rode in her own ride back home. she smiled to see vivi arrived at her house safely, thanking the chaffeur of her vehicle before going to the elevator back up to [name]’s apartment.

the first thing she smelt when the elevator door opened was the smell of freshly baked cookies.

”nami’s home, finally,” [name] cried out, emerging from the corner with an apron on and his sleeves rolled up, “was wondering when you’d come home, but i guessed that around the two or three hour mark you’d be on your way back. and i planned my baking endeavors perfectly with your arrival because,” he leaned down to kiss her midsentence, helping her out of her coat as he smoothly wrapped his arm around her waist, “tada! cookies, made them myself — out of scratch and everything,”

nami grinned, squeezing his torso in a tight hug before bounding over to the baking sheet that had chocolate chip cookies laid out on them. just as she was about to grab one, though, [name] caught her hand in his, “but! they have to sit out for maybe a couple more minutes, so no touching until then,”

she shot him a look, quirking her eyebrow, “didn’t you say you had perfect timing,”

“oh, i do, because i know exactly how to fill those minutes up,” he smirked, leaning closer and closer down to her height.

“how do you plan on doing that?” she asked, breathing in his cologne that was mixed with the scent of baked goods, a hazy look in her eyes. instead of properly answering her question, he just pressed his lips to her glossy ones.

then his hands gripped the undersides of her thighs, carrying her up to sit on the top of the kitchen island. she yelped in surprise, but was soon focused back in on the passionate kiss they hadn’t been seperated from.

his hands went to rest on the base of her neck, squeezing softly to illicite a moan from her. soon, his tongue was running over hers and she softly smiled. pushing away from him, breathlessly, she looked at him through her eyelashes, “tastes sweet,”

“got hungry halfway through,” he confessed, eyes still half-lidded and focused solely on her bruised lips. she was going to tease him further, but his lips against her own cut her off. her fingers played with his short strands of hair and allowing him full access to her mouth. she got a preview of what the cookies would end up tasting like with how he adamant he was in keeping their tongues in contact with one another.

their passionate make out session was interuppted, though, when nami’s number buzzed on the table. she cursed whatever notification set it off, knowing that [name] always backed off when her phone got any sort of message.

and just as she predicted, he pecked her lips one last time before pulling away, “anything important?” he asked, eyes trained on her face as she read the notification.

”don’t forget to tell mr. [name] we require his presence at the house party of monkey d. luffy and co!!!” vivi texted, followed my several cute emoticons to get her point across. nami’s eyebrow ticked up in annoyance at the fact that this was the message that had cut off her hot and steamy make out session short. she quickly sent a middle finger emoji back before dropping the phone back onto the counter.

“nothing important, babe,” she answered, crossing her ankles over each other as she watched him work around the kitchen. he was plating the cookies and carefully lifting the now empty baking pan from the counter and into the sink.

he washed his hands quickly before holding on up to her face with a smile, “try it?”

she obviously did as told, eager to taste the sweet treat and almost moaning in pleasure at the taste, “[name]! they’re so good!” she took another bite before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close, “my man is sexy and can bake — what more could i ask for?”

“anything and i’d give it to you,” [name] laughed, taking a bite of his own baking to ensure that nami wasn’t lying to spare his feelings. she finished it off, letting him wipe the side of her mouth from the spare melted chocolate. he sucked his thumb clean, grinning in glee at how his baking endeavor successfully panned out.

after they finished off a couple of sweet treats, [name] was carrying her back to their room and helping her get unready for bed.

“did you eat?” she asked him as she was taking off her makeup.

“yeah, had some food down in the lobby’s restaurant. sometimes forget how good their pasta is,” [name] noted, stripping out of his outside clothes and into a comfy (expensive) pajama set that matched with hers. she grinned at how he laid out a cute pair for her on the king sized bed. then he was walking over and hugging her from behind, watching her through the mirror.

“hm, can i ask you something?” she said slowly, meeting his eyes in the mirror and waiting for his “okay” before continuing. when he nodded, she took in a deep breath and finally said what was on her mind, “well, there is a house party my friends are throwing and they invited me,”

“oh,” [name] grinned, “and?”

“well, i was thinking of going, anyway,” she said, dancing around the subject before shaking her head and forcing herself to just say it, “but they told me i could bring you if you wanted to come- they invited you too, i mean to say. so do you wanna come with me?”

[name] smiled, kissing the soft skin of her neck, “they wanna meet me?”

“yeah, they do. think i’ve talked their ears enough about you that they wanna meet the man of the hour,” nami joked, but internally she was wrecked with nerves.

“hm, i’ll go on one condition,” he said, standing up and moving to lean against the counter. he crossed his arms over his chest and had a pretty serious look on his face. so nami halted her movements, nodding and showing he had all of her attention.

“anything, what’s up?”

“one condition is,” he paused for dramatic effect before grinning like a fool, “as long as i get to be your date!”

she almost smacked him in the stomach for scaring her so much.

”go to hell, [name],” she cursed, not finding it funny to be scared half to death. but he merely laughed, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before leaning back.

“obviously, i don’t mind meeting your friends, babe,” he assured her, “for a second, i thought you were going to ask if it was alright if you went out — now that would’ve scared me! asking me for permission on going out is just icky. i was about to be really concerned. but since it was a joint invitation, it's not concerning anymore!”

she smiled to herself at his lax attitude, finding it refreshing.

“the only thing is, it’s probably gonna be on friday. i know you have work, are you sure you’ll be alright going right after work?”

“do you really think i’m an old man?” [name] asked in offense, “i can keep up with you guys, i’m not that much older!”

“you’ll be a decade older than some of the people there,” she noted, feeling the urge to humble her boyfriend. and it worked because he obviously deflated at that comment.

“hey, being 34 isn’t that old…right?” he asked before immediately speaking up, “don’t actually answer that! but seriously, i didn’t think i was that old, oh god,”

“you’re not actually that old,” she assured him, kissing his cheek softly before continuing her skin care, “just putting it out there~”

“you just said that to make me feel old, you’re so mean,” he said with a pout, making her laugh at his childish expression.

the rest of the night, [name] was just watching her as she finished her nighttime routine before carrying her over to bed. nami cuddled into his side, smiling softly when she felt him playing with the ends of her long hair. that was the last thing she felt before she was whisked away to sleep.

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before she knew it, it was already a week later and it was the day her friends would see if her boyfriend passed the test. whatever bullshit test they had in mind. she rolled her eyes at their odd behavior, but didn’t bother wasting her time thinking about it now. vivi was probably just exaggerating anyway…

“just park on the street wherever you see a spot,” nami said, noticing that it was a bit more packed than usual, “we’d be lucky to get anywhere near where his house is. ugh, i know all these cars aren’t here for him, either, so that’s just shit timing,” she sighed, mentally flipping off all the cars that were taking up street parking.

[name] chuckled at her pissed off attitude, rubbing up and down her leg to calm her down. after parking a couple of houses down from where luffy’s was, [name] stepped out of the car and then went over to the passenger side to help nami out.

due to how he was coming in from work, he was wearing a suit while nami had more casual attire on.

“i told you to put some extra clothes in the trunk,” she chided, looking at how sullen he was due to his formal clothes.

“i know, i forgot before leaving earlier. now all your friends are going to think i’m some stuck up richass,” [name] complained, shoulders slouching as he thought about how he was already making a bad first impression.

nami joined their hands together and kissed the back of his, smiling softly, “don’t worry, just buy them off and then you’ll be all set in winning their favor,”

he looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed, a look of genuine confusion on his face. she laughed at his obliviousness to her joke, waving off his worries and clarifying that she was not at all serious.

“well, i hope the cookies i baked count for something at least,” he said, holding the container in his non-occupied hand. the same recipe he used when he baked for nami last week were the ones he used to make this batch. and he was sweating bullets hoping that they were going to be to everyone’s liking.

he didn’t get to try one because he was in a rush in putting them in the container, so it really was wrecking his nerves on if they were even good.

“that bottle of wine should also win over sanji, he really likes stuff like that,”

“and this is the same sanji that wanted you for himself, right?” [name] asked, remembering the name to be familiar from somewhere.

“yep,” nami said proudly, popping the “p,” “but don’t worry, [name], i’m all yours now,”

he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist as they approached the door of luffy’s house, “should i go easy on the affections in consideration of him?”

“no, there’s no point in that. he’ll be a sulking mess anyway,” nami said, adding in, “he’s a lost cause that poor guy…”

and just as her newly manicured nail rang the doorbell of luffy’s house, several heads inside all perked up.

“i hope you all have the list memorized!” one voice shouted, a stressed look on her face.

“what’s it matter anyway? they’re already boyfriend-girlfriend, right?” a voice whined, a pout on his face as he felt stressed in remembering the list.

“no! it matters a lot, so you better have it memorized! nami-san can’t be dating some sleazeball, who for all we know — could be apart of some crime syndicate and trafficking her! oh, poor nami-san! don’t worry, your real prince will save you soon, my lady!!”

“this guy just can’t accept the fact nami was never interested in him,” a tired voice sighs, obnoxiously yawning at the end of his sentence.

“but, what if he doesn’t check all the boxes on the list? what do we do then?” a curious voice asked, looking at all of his friends, “nami seems really happy, we can’t break them up over it, right?”

“of course we can, we can also forcefully get him to never speak to her again by threatening his entire family lineage,” a very optimistic voice said, making the previous speaker look at them with fear in his eyes.

“alright! enough of that! we need to pretend as if this conversation never happened!”

“what conversation?”

halfway on their walk to the entrance, nami and [name] let themselves in due to how long it was taking for anyone to answer the door.

“you seriously gotta change your locks, luffy, how many times do i have to tell you?!” nami scolded, putting the bobby pin that she used to unlock the door back into her hair. she smoothed out her clothes, looking at all of her shocked friends. “what?”

beside her was a prim looking man that was awkwardly smiling, the expression on his face looking as if he were contemplating life and death. all of nami’s friends looked at him with blank eyes, except for one that was outright glaring at his figure. and noticing where they were all looking, nami took it upon herself to start the greeting.

“alright! well, introductions are in order!” she said, clapping her hands to knock them out of their daze, “everyone, this is my boyfriend [name]! [name] meet,” nami lifted her finger as she pointed at each respective individual, “luffy, zoro, robin, chopper, sanji, and vivi!! uh, there are usually more of us here, but i guess everyone else was just busy,”

“nice to meet you all,” [name] said, waving his hand awkwardly before placing it back onto nami’s waist. that sudden action, though, caused an angry reaction to spark from a certain blonde.

“no! no! no! get your filthy hands off of nami-san this instant or i swear to god i will chop them off with my best set of knives!! get them off-” a hand was clamped onto his mouth to stop his threats from pouring out even more. [name] sweatdropped at sanji’s antics, feeling even more awkward.

no one said anything until a woman with long, light blue hair stepped forward with her hand outstretched, “lovely to finally meet you, [name], we had heard so much about you,” [name] was quick into gently shaking her own, offering her the most calm smile of his (as calm as one can get after being threatened with dismemberment).

he shook their hands for a second before letting go, “nice to meet you as well, vivi. and, haha, i hope they were all good things?” vivi smiled politely, looking back at her friends to remind them of their task at hand.

internally, a couple of the friends watching from the back ticked off a box on the list (”friendly greeting, but not too friendly. polite gesture with appropiate manners” — minor bonus points for slight humor in reply).

“now, sanji, there’s no need for you to be so rude when [name] went out of his way to gift us all something to get our night started,” nami chimed in, looking at her boyfriend to unveil the wine.

“oh, right!” he looked inside of the paper bag that he was holding, bringing out the expensive bottle of wine, “we can either open it tonight or you guys can keep it for another occasion. either way, it’s yours, so please help yourselves,”

sanji stomped his way over, grumbling under his breath as he glared at [name], “whatever, you fucker, i bet it’s just some cheap ass wine you got at the corner store,” he yanked it out of [name]’s hands, who was placcidly smiling at the chef, “yeah, what is it? i bet it’s just generic-”

the blonde’s jaw dropped as he read off the label. then he looked back up at [name], his eyes blown wide. he caressed the bottle of wine as if it were a baby, looking back and forth between it and the man, “where the hell did you get your hands on this?!”

[name] scratched the back of his head, “well, i’ve had it in my cellar for a long time, so i can’t remember originally where it was from. it was probably a gift from my company…but! it definitely came from france because my boss never cheaps out on gifts,” then he dug back into the paper bag, a smile on his face, “but this one i got myself — if you guys are more so into whiskey!”

zoro’s head perked up and he walked over, now intrigued. he was never really a wine guy, anyway.

“this one i got myself for this occasion, so like i said before if you wanna open it now or save it for later, i don’t mind!” [name] saw how interested zoro was so he handed the drink off to him, “you like whiskey?”

“i prefer sake,” zoro ruggedly answered, looking at the bottle in disinterest. but before he could read the label, it was yanked out of his hands.

sanji, the thief, had his jaw dropped once again, “you’re fucking kidding me…”

in his hands was a bottle of Christian Nourissat Clos de Vougeot Grand Cru, which is usually priced at 1,129,610 yen ($8,010USD), and in the other was a bottle of the Karuizawa ‘Fazzino’ 35 Year Old Single Malt Whiskey, which was even more expensive at 3,438,189 yen ($24,380USD). and the fact that [name] took the money out of his own wallet to buy the latter option really made sanji almost fall to his knees.

“hey, what’s the big deal sanji? drinks are drinks! open ‘em up, let’s have some fun!” an energetic voice cried out, carelessly taking the bottles out of sanji’s, practically, shaking hands and running off to the kitchen.

“oi, luffy, don’t you dare think about opening those!! we are saving that for one of our funerals and that’s it! do you hear me?!” sanji said, quick on his feet in running after the idiot ravenette.

“i told you, you didn’t have to bring the whiskey if you already had the wine,” nami scolded her boyfriend, pinching his side.

he winced at the dull pain, looking at her with an unbothered look on his face. the gesture really wasn’t that grand (- to him. to any other sane person, it was), but he still really wanted to make a good first impression, “i didn’t wanna show up with only one type of liquor…what if you guys preferred something else?” it was a weak reason, but it was the genuine one.

the rest of nami’s friends looked at [name] as if he were crazy. admitting to just spending that much money on a good first impression made them almost fearful of the amount of money he had in his bank account.

“well,” vivi cleared her throat awkwardly, “anyone want popcorn? we just popped some before you guys got here,”

mentally, robin ticked off one of the boxes on the list (”makes an effort in impressing us/working for our approval”) and laughed behind her hand. the group gathered in the living room, sanji and luffy still fighting it out in the kitchen and soon everyone was just asking [name] endless amounts of questions.

“so, how did you get a job so fancy!?” chopper was the first to eagerly ask, eyes sparkling at the fancy suit [name] was wearing, “i always thought business jobs were cool, but i’m more motivated to be a doctor! it’s what i’ve wanted to be since i was a kid!”

[name] smiled at the wonderment in chopper’s eyes, “that’s a really respectable choice, chopper. but, i just got it from working my ass off. i started just in a cubicle, but i was always trying to impress my higher ups. i was lucky enough to be in their good favor and now, i’m in this position,”

“how long did it take you?”

“hm, maybe 10 years? it was a long journey, but i’m very fortunate now, so i think it all paid off,” he grinned, “what about everyone else? have any of you already graduated?”

it felt like an odd question, one that [name] hasn’t asked in years since he himself has graduated, but it was just the age gap making itself known.

“i graduated early, but it was because my father wanted me working already,” vivi bashfully said, “i will probably go back to school in a coupe of years, but that’s my situation now.”

“i graduated a couple of years ago,” robin spoke next, “we are probably the closest in age, [name].” his eyes lit up at the notion, but she just smiled and politely said, “you’re definitely way older than me, though, but still!”

and he was backed to being in a slouched, sullen figure on the couch. laughter erupted at robin’s teasing remark, nami pushing her shoulder gently at her comment, but there was no actual hatred or protectiveness behind it.

“but after i graduated, i applied to the local museum and i’ve been working there since,” robin finished after calming herself down from her laughing fit, “it’s been really fun, it’s something i’m passionate about so i’m really happy right now,”

“then i’m glad too! that’s great to hear,” [name] said, quickly recovering from his previus sadness. he looked at the silent green haired male, goading him into telling something about himself.

“i’m still in school, but right now i work at the auto shop,” he said gruffly, taking a swig of his beer, “it’s been stressful, man, but there’s nothing i can do about it but keep getting through the days,”

[name] nodded in understanding, “hopefully with time, you’ll reap the rewards you deserve. you got it! even if the days get harder and harder, you seem like you have a strong fighting spirit!”

vivi checked off a box on her list (”doesn’t assume we’re all charity cases — not just throwing his cash at us”). the previous grandiose action with the liquor was different. if, right now, [name] said something along the lines of, “well, if you need any help wink wink, i’ll be sure to help wink wink” alluding to helping financially with their “problems” then that would’ve garnered a warning to nami.

because something like that insinuates: [name] is so full of himself and his wealth that he thinks that throwing money at problems solves them automatically.

besides, if he even tried offering such a thing to zoro — of all people — he would’ve been embarassedly shot down as the man hates it when his close friends even attempt giving him some outside help. he’s stubborn and likes to handle things by himself. so, unknowingly, [name]’s response had made zoro favor him even more (the bottle of whiskey was really cool, to zoro).

as [name] caught up with and learned more about nami’s friends, sanji and luffy finally joined them on the giant sofa with more food. seeing that sanji had finally come back, [name] reached into the paper bag and pulled out the container of baked cookies.

“and to add onto all of our treats,” he said, presenting the goods to everyone with a sheepish smile, “i know i should have asked more about your preferences, but i thought chocolate chip cookies were pretty universal…or i hope they are,”

sensing how stressed and anxious he was, nami ran her hand up and down his back to calm him down. he turned his head towards her with a thankful look in his eyes, squeezing her knee gently before looking back to the rest of the group.

sanji looked unimpressed, but vivi was grinning ear to ear, “don’t worry, [name], we all enjoy chocolate chip cookies!”

“i love them!” chopper cried out, already snatching one off of the platter.

“food is food!!!” luffy cheered, almost crashing into the table with how eager he was to get one in his mouth.

nami already was chewing on one before she looked back at zoro, “hey, where’s usopp, by the way? he told me he’s be coming,”

“he’s only running late because he’s helping kaya out with something at her place. he should come any minute, though, because he said he’d only be like thrity minutes late.”

she hummed in thought before shrugging and turning back to the rest of the group. what she saw was chopper and luffy completely suffocating her boyfriend as crocodile tears ran down their faces. in the corner, sanji was sulking and crying to his heart’s content as he too was nibbling on his own cookie.

“[name], they’re so good!!! how’d you do it!?!” luffy and chopper cried in unison, shaking him back and forth with their mouths full of chocolate chip cookies.

“they’re so yummy!” chopper added in.

“how the fuck is this bastard so perfect,” sanji scowled in his corner, finishing the last bits of his cookie.

meanwhile nami was angrily smacking luffy and chopper off of [name] with a pillow, “you’re suffocating him! hello?!”

“but he hasn’t answered our question yet!”

“he can’t answer if you’re suffocating him, luffy! be serious!”

“wait?! suffocating? someone get the doctor!! oh…wait!!!” chopper panicked, pushing luffy off of [name] and repeatedly smacking the man’s chest to get a reaction out of him, “oh no! is he dead?! i’ve failed!”

“i’m not dead, just really out of breath,” [name] replied as fast as he could, resting his open hand over his stomach. “thanks, chopper,”

“how about a thanks from me who just saved your life?” nami pointed out, looking at [name] with her arms crossed over her chest.

“thank you, my love, you’re my true lifesaver,” [name] smoothly complimented, getting up and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. she blushed at the action, smacking him on the chest to quit the pda due to how embarassing it was that all of her friends were watching.

“well, now that we have all the snacks, why don’t we put a movie on or something? i vote a scary one so that usopp can get scared when he comes in,” vivi grinned mischeviously, getting agreement from everyone except for chopper, who just grabbed a pillow to hide behind.

they turned off the lights and got comfortable. [name] took his place at the edge of the couch with nami to his right. he had his arm around her shoulder as she cuddled up into his side. her legs rested on top of his lap, his other arm securely holding them in place so that they wouldn’t fall.

“have you seen this movie already?” he asked her in a whisper, not wanting to ruin the experience for the others that were watching.

”no, is it really scary?” she asked, looking up at him as he smiled down at her.

“no, no, it’s not, you’ll be fine,” he assured her, grin only widening. for nami, she saw that as a sign of comfort, gently pecked him on the lips, and cuddled into him further to get comfortable. but really, he was grinning in mischief because he had already seen the movie and it was pretty terrifying.

but he just held her closer and didn’t bother telling her that. if it meant she would continue pressing herself into his side, he’d take all the skinship he could get.

as the movie continued on playing, [name] laughed to himself at all the familiar jumpscares, letting nami gradually come closer and closer as she was getting more and more scared. by the climax of the movie, she was sitting on his lap and cowering behind the giant blanket.

“[name],” she whined, finding his amusement in the situation annoying in comparison to how afraid she was. [name] pressed a kiss to her forehead as response, the smile on his face not faltering for even a second.

and just when there was about to be a big jumpscare, the front door was slammed open in time with the movie and made everyone in the room shout in surprise and fear. chopper threw the popcorn he was holding into the air, sanji and zoro immediately jumped into action to fight whoever was there, robin and vivi held onto each other, luffy fell onto the ground in shock (and because everyone else jumped up off of the couch), while nami jumped into [name]’s arms whilst he just stared at the front door in shock.

the figure that slammed the door open, in turn, screamed because everyone else screamed and also because of the visuals on the screen.

“what the fuck guys!?” usopp shouted, covering his eyes as he saw the horrific image of the movie staring back at him. “why the fuck are you guys watching this when it’s pitch black outside?!”

“why the fuck are you slamming the door open in the dead of night?! are you an idiot?!” nami shouted, chest heaving due to the adrenaline rush she just got. when she saw that it was just her other best friend, she felt pissed off that her heart was racing this fast just because of him. and not an actual threat.

“don’t shout at me, i’m the victim here!!”

“you’re not the victim, asshole!” sanji and zoro shouted at the same time, huffing as they fell back onto the couch with pissed off looks on their faces.

everyone was just pissed off at usopp.

[name] awkwardly cleared his throat, tapping nami’s thigh to signal her to get up, “since that was the end of the movie anyway, i’m gonna use the bathroom,” nami nodded in understanding, giving him quick directions on how to get there.

“ah, let me go with you,” usopp said, hopping back and forth between his feet (it was his pee dance).

“didn’t you just come from kaya’s? why didn’t you piss there?” zoro asked, looking at usopp with an unimpressed look on his face.

“you can’t pee at your girlfriend’s house, that’s weird…” usopp said, shooting zoro an incredulous look, “hey, man, you really can’t do that. so when you get yourself a girl, please remember that,”

the group broke out into laughter at usopp’s joke, slapping zoro on the back as he only glared back.

so usopp and [name] went upstairs, introducing themselves, “nice to meet you, usopp. that was a really funny entrance you had back there,” [name] laughed, making usopp bashfully scratch the back of his head.

“yeah, that’s me. the jokester of the group,” usopp said sticking his hand out. [name] shook his hand without wasting a second, introducing himself by name as well.

“so you and nami are serious, huh?” usopp teased, nudging [name] with his elbow, “you finally asked her to be your girlfriend, woohoo!”

“well, it was kinda more like her asking me, to be honest. but i’m really glad that we did make it official, yeah,” [name] said, an embarassed look on his face, “she’s really great, i’m glad that we’re dating now,”

usopp smiled at the genuine look on [name]’s face, slapping him on the back, “are you sure you’ll be able to keep up with her though, old man?” he teased, enjoying the way the comment obviously got to him. “i’m just teasing~”

“well, i will be trying my best to keep up with her and i’m very confident in us,” [name] said, trying to ignore the stab to his heart.

“hm, well in the meantime, take a piss, man,” usopp said, pointing to the bathroom, “and do me a favor, please make sure there’s no demon behind the shower curtain…”

[name] gave him a thumbs up before walking in and locking the door. after finishing his business and washing his hands, he did actually check behind the shower curtain and purposefully left it open so that usopp could see there were no monsters. he smiled softly as he dried his hands on a nearby hand towel, walking out to see usopp eagerly waiting.

“no monsters,” he confirmed before stepping aside.

“thanks, man,” usopp said, “oh! and you can go ahead downstairs and tell them to put on something that’s not scary!”

[name] chuckled at the way usopp slammed the door shut, making his way back downstairs.

“usopp said to put something not scary on,” he announced to the group as he settled back onto the couch.

nami took her place beside him, hugging his arm as she scowled, “that asshole, we might as well put on the scariest thing, turn off the lights, hide somewhere he won’t see us, and then scare him when he comes downstairs.”

“i was just about to say that,” robin said, taking another cookie to eat.

“well, i think we should not do that for the sake of usopp’s heart,” vivi said with a deadpan look on her face. just as she finished speaking, her phone pinged and she checked the notification quickly. she read it quickly, spared [name] one look, and then went back to directing how the rest of the night would go.

“that was weird,” nami said under her breath, catching the small action and looking in between her best friend and [name]. the man, however, was oblivious to anything and was too immersed in the conversation of what movie they would watch next.

soon, usopp joined them downstairs and jumped right in between chopper and luffy.

“hold on, before you guys start, me and vivi are gonna pop some more popcorn,” nami said, getting out from her comfortable spot next to [name] and grabbed her friend.

the moment they were in the kitchen, nami had dug the phone out of vivi’s pocket and was snooping through her recent texts. vivi, who was very blindsided to nami’s swift movement, could only blink and stare at nothingness.

“are you two serious?!” nami whisper shouted, looking at the texts vivi and usopp shared. this made the other woman snap out of it, looking at the referenced texts. “you guys actually made a list?”

“whattt? no, we did nottt!” vivi lied, very terribly so. seeing the unimpressed and genuinely pissed off look on nami’s face, she straightened up and held onto her hands to calm her anger, “i know it sounds really bad, nami, but we’re just joking around…for the most part,”

“then why did usopp have to text you, “he washes his hands after using the bathroom — check” vivi, this is not normal behavior,”

vivi sighed, knowing that it looked very weird and creepy, but she was determined to make nami see it from their point of view, “we’re just concerned, i guess?” nami rolled her eyes and groaned, but vivi squeezed her shoulders to get her to listen, “he’s so much older, plus the way you guys met, we just wanted to make sure it was all…real,”

“you guys are unbeleviable, what do you mean “real”?”

“no, that wasn’t the right word, i’m sorry. not real — just that he was serious about you two. he’s so much older and stuff and you really like him, we all know how much you do,” cue nami rolling her eyes again, “and not to say that he doesn’t like you back jsut as much because he definitely does, it was really obvious tonight, we are just really rooting for you two to work and we wanted to kinda reassure ourselves that it would…we really care about you, nami. and i’m serious when i say it was like 90% just for fun.”

nami sighed, handing vivi her phone back, “what you’re saying really doesn’t make any sense, i hope you know that. you’re excited for our relationship, so you made a checklist of everything he does?” the two were silent as nami tried collecting her thoughts. with a finger pinching the bridge of her nose, she spoke through clenched teeth, “but! i’ll just sweep it aside because i know for a fact that you really are supportive of us. you’ve proved that before this whole silly joke of yours, but still! quit it now! don’t worry about silly shit like that.”

“it wasn’t silly, we were looking out for real, genuine red flags, too, y’know?” a single glare from nami made vivi shut up with a slight pout.

“like what?”

”…if he washed his hands after he peed…?”

“why on earth would i date a guy that didn’t wash his hands after peeing?”

“…you’re right.”

the two did end up popping more popcorn, not wanting to turn back up empty handed, but nami hogged it all for herself and [name]. the feeling of luffy staring dead into [name]’s soul began making the targetted man feel pressured to share, but nami cut him off before he could even try.

”ignore the rabid animal, [name],” nami fed him another piece, unbothered by luffy’s eyes watching them.

“but-”

“don’t worry about him, he’ll find something else to eat,”

“are you sur-”

“positive~” nami said in a sing song tone, eyes completely focused on the movie that was beginning to play.

by the end of the night, they were able to get through 3 movies before everyone felt too tired to watch any more.

“do any of you need a ride home?” [name] offered, holding a sleeping nami in his arms. he carried her with his hands looped underneath her thighs as she hugged both his neck and waist with her arms and legs, respectively. her head was buried into his neck, the suit jacket [name] was wearing earlier was now draped over her shoulders to keep her warm.

everyone but luffy, usopp, and chopper (the two other boys were sleeping over) needed a ride home. they all rejected his offer, wishing him a good night (sanji’s sounded more heartbroken than the others, though).

he carefully put nami in the passenger side, putting her seatbelt on and then gentle closing the door. he got into his driver’s side, using the same gentleness in closing his own and then checking to make sure that she was still sleeping.

he breathed a sigh of relief and grinned when he saw that she was, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“ya missed,” she spoke suddenly, almost making [name] jump in his seat at the surprise of her voice. plus the fact they just watched a couple of horror movies made him more on edge, a teensy bit. but he regained his composure and went back to properly kiss her on the lips. it was a gentle, soft kiss, but it left them both with smiles on their faces.

“sleep, princess, we got a pretty long drive home,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to make her wake up from her sleepy daze. he gently patted her knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth on her skin, trying to goad her into sleeping.

and she was just about to, but she said one last thing before letting the rest of the car ride continue in silence.

”you’re the best boyfriend, [name],”

his heartbeat picked up at the simple comment, gently bringing them to a stop at the red light, “you’re the best girlfriend, nami.”

“no, you’re really thee best,” she yawned, turning around in the comfortable seat so that was facing the window instead of him.

just when he thought she was really asleep, she said one more thing before knocking out, “even if you didn’t check all the boxes on the list…”

“…”

waiting for her to continue and give him more context, he, unfortuantely, was left with nothing else to work with.

“haha, what do you mean by that, baby?” … “babe?” … “nami, what did you mean by that?”

#≡;- ꒰ ° sugar daddy series ꒱#nami x male reader #nami male reader #one piece nami male reader #one piece male reader #nami x sugar daddy male reader #nami x sugar daddy reader #nami reader #nami x reader #one piece x male reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagines #one piece one shot #male reader imagines #male reader #x male reader

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xmalereader · 1 year ago

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• MoonKnight Sugar Daddy AU •

You can also find more stories under the MKSugardaddy tag and more stories can be found on my Main Masterlist too!

『 Warnings: Sugar daddy au, reader is the daddy, main pair is with Steven, mentions of DID, short stories, fluff, angst, Egyptian gods, Khonshu and Anubis, Jake and Marc are around, power, money, nsfw 18+ 』

〈 l 〉~ 〈 ll 〉~〈 lll 〉

Summary: After the events in Cairo, Khonshu finally frees them (not really) and both Steven and Marc are back to having a normal life. Steven tries to get his job back at the museum but Isn’t succeeding. So, what happens when the owner of the museum takes in interest in Steven and not only gets his job back but spoils the man with riches.

〔 Short Story 〕

〈 l 〉

Summary: Reader travels to Gotham to meet an old family friend with Steven coming along. ( A short story of the sugar daddy AU series with a slight crossover between Bruce Wayne and Steven grant )

〈 ll 〉

Summary: Steven hasn’t heard from the reader in weeks due to his busy schedule. Once he returns back from his work trip he pays him a visit only to find the reader sick and alone.

〈 lll 〉

Summary: Steven finally tells reader about Marc after a few months into their relationship, no longer wanting to keep his alter a secret from the person they love and care.

〈 lV 〉

Summary: Reader meets Jake and shows him his work as the avatar of Anubis along with revealing further secrets and starting a new friendship.

Ongoing…

【 Headcanons 】

Private Time

#male reader #moon knight x male reader #moonknight #steven grant x male reader #marc spector x male reader #Jake lockley x male reader #sugar daddy au #MKSugardaddy tag #au #short shots #headcanons #series

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magicaldreamfox1 · 5 months ago

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— accept your invitation

#im so so so proud of how this looks #i usually don't like fic headers so i challenged myself to make one i like #and i love how it turned out #i also love how the gif turned out it fits so well #vegaspete #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fic #kp fics #bl shows #my gifs #my fics #dreamy talks #userboots #taggingmarion #saturntracks #sugar daddy au

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thewayuarent · 1 year ago

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I can’t believe I was so wrong about my boy Sand

He wants to be a sugar baby

He just doesn’t want to be Ray’s dad sugar baby

I’m so proud of him for this moment you don’t understand

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends #sandray #he was so hot for that #my sugar baby and his daddy agenda is so back #also they finally clarified their relationship status nice #yes I know what happens next I don’t care I’m proud

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huihuiheart · 1 month ago

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Sugar Daddy - NCT/WayV - Hendery

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Requested: No

Warnings: Sugar Daddy Themes, Mature themes

What is his reason for wanting a sugar baby?

He kinda loses his mind after a little bit of his emotional and sexual needs not being met, so this is a way to help him out.

Does he want sex/nsfw actions?

Yes, it is a major part of why he looked into doing this, so it's definitely going to be an aspect of the relationship.

Does he require exclusivity? Would he be exclusive to you?

He absolutely does require it. He will give it to you back; 1) because he doesn't have time otherwise and 2) he feels it wouldn't be fair of him to ask you for something like this if he won't give it too.

What kind of sugar baby does he prefer?

Someone who can listen well, he can be demanding. That doesn't mean he's not down for a little bratting on occasion but know when it's serious and to listen. Also, someone who is okay with doing public outings with him, especially in a professional setting.

What does he require of his sugar baby?

Someone who can keep it together when necessary. Basically, someone who won't throw a fit over time away or if his attention is pulled from you. Someone who understands and can read a room to know when to be serious and in control and when it's okay to let loose. He doesn't want the added stress of having to look out for your actions too.

What would upset him?

Coming home to you not being there. He doesn't require that you're at his house 24/7, but he gives you a copy of his schedule, and when he first comes back after a lot of time away he's anticipating getting time with you. This is not a secret, so to see you, not there is going to upset him.

The big thing is, what are the details when it comes to money?

He gives you a more than reasonable allowance on a card every month. That being said he can expand that for specific requests (within reason). He also always covers any costs for his sake such as outfits for professional outings with him or travel expenses to meet him.

Is he possessive/protective?

A bit of each, not anywhere near an overbearing way. He just feels a certain way about what is his and you became his sugar baby, so of course those feelings would extend to you.

Summary:

Generous: 6/10

Possessive: 6/10

Protective: 7/10

Jealous: 8/10

Patient: 4/10

Temper: 6/10

Strict: 9/10

Kind: 6/10

Understanding: 5/10

"I keep things very clear baby, you know the expectations and yet you've been a bad boy/girl. You know what that means don't you? You'll have to make it up to me somehow."

#kinktober 2024 #sugar daddy series #nct imagines #nct imagine #nct headcanons #wayv imagines #wayv headcanons #hendery x reader #hendery smut #hendery imagines #hendery headcanons

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harrywavycurly · 7 months ago

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What You Deserve Part 7.2: Up Late

Masterlist: Here

CW: Drunk ex, mentions of past toxic situations, suggestion of past violent behavior from ex bf

Tag List: @littlered0000 @saramelaniemoon @ali-r3n @sapphire4082 @sweetmoonlove0214 @eddies-girl-22 @darknesseddiem @peaches-roses-sins @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @daisy-munson @cultish-corner @mrsjellymunson @aol19 @micheledawn1975 @2000babies @marshmallowgem @ang3lc @angelina16torres-blog @transparentenemypenguin @alilstressyandlotdepressy

A/N: I know we all want Eddie to come in and kick some ass but remember all Eddie cares about in this moment is making sure you’re okay, so enjoy✨

“Hey sweetheart…I’m surprised you’re up this late on a work night.” “Yeah…uhm I-” “Are you okay?” “Uh yes? Kinda…but I’m-” “where are you? What’s that noise in the background? Is that…is that…someone shouting….your name?” “Yes that’s uhm..god this is so embarrassing I usually call Steven when…he does this…but he’s like half an hour away and he told me to call you and now…now-” “hey…it’s just me okay? Don’t be embarrassed…just tell me what’s going on.” “William..he’s my uhm…he’s my ex boyfriend and he…he gets drunk and…and he shows up here…and bangs on my door or…or one time he uh broke my uhm…my living room window and he yells for me…and he’s…uhm here.” “I’m on my way…where are you right now?” “I locked myself in my bedroom.” “Good stay there okay?” “Don’t hang up…please don’t hang up…” “I’m right here…just keep talking to me okay? What did you do today?” “I uhm…I painted my nails…I switched shifts with Robin so I could…uh be off Saturday morning.” “That’s nice baby what color did you do your nails?” “Pink…oh no..I think…he’s kicking the door now…what if…what if he gets in…” “he’s not going to get in sweetheart.” “He…he did this when we were together and…and he got in…and god he was so mad…so mad at me and…and I don’t want…what happened…that night...to happen again.” “Listen to me…he is not getting into your house…I won’t let him.” “Are you almost here?” “Yes I’m just about to be on your street…just a few more minutes okay?” “Don’t…don’t hurt him…please.” “I’ll do my best but I’m not making any promises.” “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry-” “Don’t apologize sweetheart…this isn’t your fault…and I will always come if you need me no matter how far away I am I will always find a way to get to you okay?” “God…of course you’d say something like that.” “I can’t help it…it’s the truth.” “This is just a lot and we just met and…and I’m just a mess Eddie and you…you shouldn’t have to see me like this.” “Don’t cry baby…please don’t cry I’m on your street and I’ll be there in less than two minutes okay? Start packing a bag for me can you do that?” “Yes…I…I can do that.” “Okay good…you’ll stay with me tonight…I just got into your driveway so I’m going to hang up okay? Is that okay?” “That’s…that’s okay…yeah you can hang up.” “One more thing…don’t look out your bedroom window please.” “Why? You…said you wouldn’t hurt him…” “I said I’d do my best but just in case please don’t look…go pack your bag sweetheart and I’ll see you in a minute.” “Okay…see you in a minute.”

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25shadesoffebruary · 1 year ago

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Do I need to pamper you and call you Sugar Daddy?

#only friends #only friends the series #sanray #raysan #firstkhao #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #thai bl #bl series #asianlgbtqdramas #asian lgbtq dramas #25shadesedit #call him sugar daddy HELLO????

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scrumptiousstuffs · 4 months ago

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The Heart Killers spoilers 👀

FK x Internovel 2024

(I think we kind of guess most of it anyway but it’s good to get some confirmation!)

Source on screenshots

30/07/2024

#khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #firstkhao #firstkhaotung #fk X Internovel 2024 #the heart killers #kantbison #I’m looking forward for Bison to softly say P’Kant throughout the series #and Kant to be a sugar daddy to Nong Bison although he could probably kill Kant with his pinky lol

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blmpff · 10 months ago

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Meet The Family:

#and here's what you missed on glee lol #Jason is only 3 years older than Aob though? Is that enough to be a Sugar Daddy #playboyy the series #aob #daddy lee #jason lee #prom #porsche #favorite scenes #episode 11 #blmpff

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patchoulimademoiselle · 10 months ago

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Juicy. (Part 8).

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, profanity, mentions of PTSD, public sex? A little bit of angst and fluff, but definitely NSFW 18+.

Word Count: 3.9K

Authors note: I wrote this part while soaking in my bath tub, drinking a glass of wine and listening to Jhene Aiko. I don’t call it “bad bitch fanfiction” for no reason!

Guns n Glitter masterlist.

The days following the Incident feel like a loop. Tony wakes you up with some sort of extravagant gesture, as he should, smothering you in what feels like a million kisses, and he asks you what you want to do. At first you took full advantage, shopping sprees, a random jet flight to a random city, a night out clubbing, anything and everything to distract you and make you feel normal again.

A girl being waited on hand and foot by her billionaire sugar daddy with sexy facial hair. Trademarked.

But it only works for a while. The press stalks your every move, any and every person you encounter only asks about what happened that night. All your efforts to escape fail, it only makes you feel more helpless, strung out and spread thin.

So you try a different approach, turning inwards for answers. Tony gives you his credit card to order a new skin care routine to the house. You spend hours picking at your face, soaking in the tub, drinking wine that’s a little too strong for you, trying new makeup looks with new products you splurged on. Anything to feel something.

And once again, it works for a while. Your skin and hair look amazing, you feel a little more like yourself. Reading, journaling, breathing.

But all it takes is the sound of a helicopter flying down the beach, Tony drops a tool down in the garage, a plate clatters in the sink, and you’re back to that night, glass shattering outside the bedroom door, the same glass you step on and give yourself away, watching as the intruders run after you.

You start having nightmares, jumping out of your sleep in pain, a memory of stepping on glass that night. Tony does all he can to comfort you back to sleep. You start having panic attacks, holding your breath without knowing it, anxiety attacks, a sense of fear creeping up on you from what feels like out of nowhere, consuming you.

And as normal as this is, a trauma response to the horrible thing you experienced, Tony can’t stand seeing it happen to you.

He understands, he used to suffer from similar symptoms. He knows what this is.

PTSD.

He knows talking about it helps sometimes, but it also doesn’t. It only makes you relive it, only presses play to the memories in your mind and brings you back. Nothing really helps.

The only thing he knows he can do for you is to be there for you. And when he finally decides he can’t take it anymore, he can’t watch you gasp and cry as you struggle through another panic attack, body half naked on the cold floor, shaking, so fragile and helpless, he decides to get you out of here.

He wakes you up, same as every morning, a kiss to your forehead. It feels different this time, you notice he lingers, he’s worried, and it makes you feel bad.

“Tony?”

“Hi, baby.” He smiles when you open your eyes, “I have a surprise for you.”

You smile, “You always have a surprise for me.”

But he only shakes his head, fingers tracing your collar bone. “This one is different. Better. You have to get up and get ready.”

You groan, trying to roll over and ignore him. He doesn’t let you. “But I don’t want to get out of bed today.” You protest. “I want to lay here and be naked. I want you to join me.”

He lets out a whine that you recognize, “Why do you have to torture me like that? I’m try to be cute.”

You feel him grow hard, turned on by your antics, you know you’re about to win, you reach a hand up to cup his face, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Come join me in bed, daddy.”

He kisses you. More like a peck, once, twice, before he’s pulling away from your grip. “You are a fucking monster, and I’m going to take you up on that offer in about an hour.” He pulls out his phone, checking it. “But we have reservations, and for the first time in my life I actually care about making them on time. So please, for the love of God, stop teasing me and put some clothes on?”

You can’t argue after he begged so nicely, your eyes lingering to the bulge in his pants as you sit up.

“Five minutes?” You bite your lip.

“Bathroom, Y/n! Before I I change my mind and don’t let you leave the bed at all today.”

You know he means it, as good as that sounds, as much as you would enjoy a good brutal fucking, you remember the ache and strain of your muscles from the last time you teased him too much. And as horny as you are, you’re slightly curious about the plans he made for you today.

So without another word, you slip out of bed and into the bathroom, using all your new products to shower, shave, exfoliate, wash your face, brush your teeth, and style your hair. You pick a cute outfit, juicy track suit, panda dunks, and a crop top. You feel so young, so cute, so yourself.

You double check in the mirror, applying lipgloss across your lips, and you watch as Tony comes to check on you, eyeing you with approval. He kisses your cheek, hands cupping your ass ever so softly before giving it a firm squeeze.

“There she is.” The comment is simple, vague, but all the reassurance you needed to feel confident. You can’t help but smile, turning to kiss him, leaving behind a shiny trace of lipgloss.

He doesn’t wipe it off, just rubs his lips together, and for some reason it turns you on a little.

“Tony Stark, you’re such a dream boat.” You fluff his hair, grabbing his hand to pull you with him as you finally leave the bathroom. He doesn’t protest, trailing behind you like a deer stuck in headlights, eyes glued to your ass, rhinestones putting him in a shimmering trance. “Where you taking me?”

“There’s a car waiting out front.” His eyes trail up to meet yours when you turn to look at him, waiting for an answer. “You don’t want to bring anything?”

The question makes you pause, “Should I be bringing something?”

“You just went shopping,” he shrugs, handing your phone to you. “You don’t need anything if you don’t want anything.”

Now you’re genuinely confused, raising an eyebrow at his antics. He only flashes you a smile, bright white teeth and teasing tone, he isn’t going to tell you anything. So you take your phone and continue downstairs, out the front door, and into the black limo parked out front.

You suddenly feel like you’re underdressed for whatever this is, but realize he’s wearing joggers and sneakers, so it can’t be anything too extravagant this time. You hope.

He pulls your feet by the ankle to rest them in his lap, a warm hand resting on your leg during the car ride. You take a few pictures, unashamed that he catches you drooling over him.

“Like what you see?” He winks at you, pulling his shades down ever so slightly.

“Fuck me Mr. Stark!” You bounce up and down in your seat, waving your hand in the air. “Me! Me! Fuck me!” He laughs at your attempt to mimic the many young girls that throw themselves at him.

It was annoying at first, early on when you were first figuring out the terms of this arrangement. It intimidated you, made you feel challenged in your roll. Until you started really spending his money, dressing yourself up, showing your face with him more. The attention was on you just as much, and he learned very quickly how it felt to have so many people publicly throw themselves at the person you were dating.

If you could call it that then.

But now, you aren’t sure what to call it at all. His laughter dies, his eyes locked with yours, and you feel that familiar tug in your chest, the feeling that you finally put a word to.

You love him, and he loves you. It scares you.

“Tony?” Your tone turns serious, and his smile fades. “Did you really mean it?”

You don’t have to elaborate. He knows exactly what you mean, matching your energy when he turns to face you fully, pulling you to sit closer.

“There is nothing I’ve ever said to you that I don’t mean.” He says honestly, voice thick with an emotion you aren’t sure you’ve seen from him before. “I love you more than you can begin to understand. You don’t know what this does for me.” He passes his finger back and forth between you, this, your connection, your bond, your presence in his life.

“All of this is worth nothing if I have no one to share it with,” he catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “All of this finally means something because I get to share it with you.”

The money, clothes, cars, all of it.

You understand his longing for companionship. A man like him who has seen and done it all, in the end, what was it all for if there is no one to keep your company, no one to laugh with, no one to lay beside at night and tell your darkest secrets to.

No one to love you despite all your ugly.

He reaches to grab your hand, butterflies awaken in your stomach, and you realize you don’t want this to happen. You don’t want to ruin the fun you have together, you don’t want to play the game of dancing on the edge and taking things too far.

You love him, you think you love him, you aren’t so sure now, seeing him smile at you with a trace of something else, adoration, love, it makes your stomach turn.

You don’t want to ruin this.

“That means a lot to me, Tone.” You smile through the nerves, leaning in to kiss him. “I love you too.”

But, you never say it, it’s on the tip of your tongue, hanging in the air. But, he isn’t really relationship material is he?

Is he love bombing you? You both agreed you were too busy for a relationship, agreed to see each other on the weekends in between his work and your schooling, agreed to never take it too far because it wouldn’t work.

He tried it before, it doesn’t work.

So how did you get here? So caught up in each other, so distracted by your feelings that you forget what brought you two together in the first place. Needing a distraction, needing a mutual connection that benefits both parties and doesn’t ever overstep the boundaries in place.

But is it wrong to find love in such a transactional relationship? Is this wrong?

He can sense your hesitation, he can feel it actually, your body is rigid in his arms, stiff with anxiety. He can see your thoughts, your eyes blank as you stare into his.

It makes him laugh, placing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Take a deep breath sweetheart.” He says. “It’s okay.”

It’s not okay, everything is about to change, you can feel it. But this man has just planned some kind of surprise for you, a chance to get your mind off things and return to your normal self. And here you are ruining it.

You smile, pushing back your doubts, and you notice how relieved he feels, He put his heart on the line, not sure how you would take it. You feel bad, fingers toying the the hair on the back of his head.

You do love him. But you aren’t sure how far you can take it.

His intentions seem innocent at first when he kisses you, hands slow and gentle as they grab your hips, pulling you into a straddle. It’s cute, sensual, his every move is calculated.

You barely notice his hand slip under your shirt until you feel him pinching your breast, toying with the nipple.

You want him to fuck you, grinding yourself down onto his lap, you can feel a bulge growing in his pants, the kiss is no longer innocent, lips fighting for control.

He wins, of course he does, flipping you to sit in the seat next to you, sinking down to his knees between your legs. He reaches for the waist and of your pants and your eyes dart up to the partition, drawn closed to separate you from the driver.

It must be a green light in his head, pulling your legs free to expose your bare pussy, wet and clenching at nothing for some sort of relief.

He smirks up at you, cocky as he pushes your legs further apart at the knees. He kisses the inside of your thigh, teasing, payback for earlier no doubt.

You can’t help but reach for him, fingers in his hair as he works his way up your thigh, between your legs. This is what you know, this is what you are familiar with.

You gasp, lips brushing against your clit with a ghost of a kiss. You arch off the seat, chasing him, he laughs at you, your grip tightens in his hair.

“Is there something you want?”

There are so many things you want, so many ways he could give it to you. You aren’t sure what you want to ask for first.

So you don’t ask at all, grabbing his chin, “Eat my pussy.”

And you can tell he likes it by the way he moans, his tongue warm as he obeys. You’re pretty sure the diver can hear you, you wouldn’t be surprised if the audio got leaked to TMZ. You also don’t care, pulling him closer, sinking further into your seat to allow him better access.

He lifts your legs over his shoulder, hands on your hips to press you flush against his mouth, burying his face between your legs. All attempts at being in control are gone, all witty comments, any jokes you might have wanted to make about how desperately he is pleasuring. You’re an obscene mess, crop top pushed up to expose your breasts, mouth agape and chest heaving as you struggle through the pleasure, the sensation overwhelming and he flicks his tongue across your clit.

“Tony,” A breathy whine, barely audible if he hasn’t been paying such close attention, “I’m going to come.”

He doesn’t say anything, just continues the pace he’s set until your nails are digging into this shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as you squirt on his face.

There’s something degrading about it, something hot and just wrong about the way he sucks at your clit, tasting your pleasure.

You’re panting, legs shaking, pressing against his chest to get him to move, it’s too much, you can’t help but cry out at the overstimulation. But he doesn’t let up, sloppy sounds filling the air around you, along with your moans, and a second orgasm overcomes you.

He hums with approval, almost teasing you as he finally leans back, eyes twinkling, face dripping, “Do you feel better now, sweetheart?”

Oh, you feel more than better, speechless, body like jello as you watch him sit up, placing a kiss on each of your breasts, your fluids left behind. He doesn’t stop there, working his way up your chest, your neck, to the side of your face.

“Did I break you?”

It feels like a challenge more than anything, a sudden burst of energy overcoming you. “You wish.” Because yes, he was a good lay. A very good lay. But you’re even better, and you will always go the extra mile to prove it.

Because he is a high value man. Handsome, rich, protective, secure. He is a provider, hardworking. He deserves a bad bitch to match his energy.

He laughs, breathless and panting, you let him settle beside you before climbing into his lap, sitting right on top of the erection in his pants. He groans a little, every move you make to get comfortable is torture, you can feel how hard he is, pussy pulsing at the attention.

You feel so young, so alive, his hands in your hair as he pulls you into a kiss. Slow at first, until you start to grind in his lap, his kisses become more desperate, hot and passion filled, a dance and a fight for dominance and pleasure.

“Sit on it.” Not a question, you lift just enough for him to slide his joggers down, gasping at the feeling of his cock springing to attention, slapping lighting against your pussy.

You moan, reaching to grab him, hard and warm in your hand. Your eyes lock with his, guiding this cock to toy at your entrance, throbbing tip brushing against your folds.

The look he’s giving you is dangerous, encouraging, and so finally, you lower yourself down, feeling yourself stretch around him. He moans, head falling back against the seat, enjoying the feeling.

Slowly, you bottom out, reposting to shift from your knees to your feet. He welcomes the adjustment, arms wrapping around you to pull you into a gentle embrace, one hand on the small of your back, the other at the back of your neck.

“Fuck me, baby girl.” He looks drunk, mouth open and eyes dark as he pleads with you.

You love when he talks to you like this, guiding you, but letting you set the pace. It makes you feel confident, sexy, no pressure to perform.

The encouragement has you biting your lip, setting a slow pace of rising up, letting his cock slowly slip out of you, then slowly sitting back down. He takes a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing your skin ever so gently.

You gasp when he bites down, clenching around him at the pleasure of it, the slow pace you had tried to keep up long forgotten. You grab his shoulders for support, his head popping up to claim your lips again, hips thrusting to meet yours at a vulgar pace.

The limo slows to a stop, but you ignore it, his grip on you tightening as you fuck yourself down on him, pleasure starling to build in your stomach.

He breaks your kiss, leaning back and letting you take control. You grab his hands, fitting one against your breast and the other to grab your throat.

“You fuck me so well.” A thumb across your lower lip, “You look perfect like this.”

You can only imagine, hair a mess, lips swollen and red, tits bouncing at your efforts.

You clench around him, watching his jaw tick with restraint. His grip around your neck tightens, enough to leave a bruise you’re sure.

He’s getting close.

As hard as he’s trying to hide it from you, you can tell. And so you start to ride him faster, rising to your tippy toes.

“God, yes. Don’t stop.”

His hands snap down to your waist, guiding you to go faster, his hips thrusting up to meet you. The pace has you moaning, knees growing weak, and you can’t help but lean into him.

“You gonna come for me?” You whisper.

You can hear commotion outside, cheeks flushing at the thought of someone hearing you, seeing you.

“Y/n,” He sounds wrecked, voice thick and scratchy, “Baby, I’m about to-“

You clamp your hand over his mouth, forcing yourself down onto his cock, giving him one last squeeze, pussy clenching around him. You feel him twitch inside you, a moan muffled against your hand as he finally comes inside of you, warm cum filling you up.

His hips buck wildly against you, riding out his pleasure, holding you in place as you help him through it, milking all he has to offer.

You uncover his mouth, letting him catch his breath. He smiles at you, a flash of pretty teeth before he kisses you, stealing your breath away one more time.

“You are going to be the death of me.” He whispers, “You are perfect in every way.”

As you should.

He helps you find your clothes, waiting for you to fix your hair and reapply a layer of lipgloss, wiping the traces of it from his face, before you finally step out of the limo. You realize you are at the airport again, jet fueled and waiting for your arrival. You aren’t sure if he was trying to distract you or if you really did get caught up in the moment, but it has you smiling, arms up in the California air as a breeze brushes your skin.

You want to be young forever, free, lit up and intoxicated on love and adrenaline. You know who you have to thank for this, his fingers at the small of your back, guiding you.

Your love, your protector.

"Where are we going?" You know he wont tell you, but you can at least attempt. He gives you nothing, just a smirk when you turn to look at him.

He is inches behind you as you ascend the stairs to the jet, his hand never leaving you. You aren't sure what this is, affection, adoration, but he can't stop touching you, pulling you to sit across his lap. You ask for champagne, he asks for a rum and coke.

He runs a hand through your hair, pushing it back over your shoulder. You realize then what this is, his eyes twinkling as he examines you, eyes on your lips. This is love.

That anxiety creeps back up into your mind, that burning question that seems to be an instinct more than curiosity. What will happen now?

Because you could never pretend that this isn't here, this lingering feeling that turns in your stomach when he looks at you too long, that ache in your chest. The longing in your heart.

It wont just go away.

Your drinks arrive, and you're quick to down it before asking for another. His eyes are on you, but he says nothing, letting you cut loose. That is the point of this after all.

The jet door closes and takes off, Tony holding you until you’ve drunken yourself into a tipsy state, a smile on your face, body feeling light and airy as you lean back into his embrace.

He humors you, whispering stupid jokes and dirty promises in your ears while an 80’s movie plays in the background. You are at the center of his attention.

Always.

You dread the moment where this peace will be broken, the reality of your situation will have to resurface at some point. You will have to go home, you will have to go to school, you will have to decide what to do moving forward.

But for now, you let him spoil you. The jet touches down, and you instantly feel overdress when your feet touch the earth again. It's a temperate climate, not exactly tropical, but not cold either.

Clear skies and pretty blue water, you could try to play the guessing game, but knowing Tony, you would never get it right.

His lips are at your temple, a hand on the small of your back, "Welcome to Italy, baby."

The smile on your face makes all the trouble worth it, Tony decides then and there that he will spend the rest of his days trying to make you happy. He owes you at least that much.

"Tony Stark," Your eyes gleaming, "You spoil me."

His hand slides lower, giving a firm, teasing, squeeze on your ass. You can feel him toying with the rhinestones, "Juicy."

You cant help but laugh, the weight of reality lifting off your shoulders once again.

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bluewhale52 · 2 years ago

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Wallflower in Bloom

Summary: After three months of no intimate actions as Seokjin's sugar baby, you finally find out what it's like to have him open you up till you bloom.

Pairing: sugar daddy Seokjin x shy university student f!reader

Genre: non-idol au, s2l, sugar daddy

WC: 3.6k

Rating: NSFW, no minors allowed

Warning: sugar daddy Jin, shy and timid sugar baby reader, reader is nicknamed petal by our WWH, reader carries some emotional baggage which isn't mentioned here but will be in future chapters, pwp, grinding, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, dom Jin, begging, multiple orgasms, riding, Seokjin has a third leg obviously, and... i think that's it??

A/N: Starting 2023 with my brain producing the smut scenes in this fic, and somehow I decided to make a series out of it. Hah. This will be the first installment of my Seokjin Sugar Daddy series, The Wallflower Series. Major thanks to the amazing @moonleeai for beta-ing and brainstorming with me, your appreciation for the smut scenes feeds my ego and makes me extra embarrassed too lol. And also to WaywardSammy for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER. I don't know how you took the picture out of my head and made it into this super pretty artwork.

You take a deep breath as you enter Seokjin’s penthouse. It is not your first time here, but your heart is pounding wildly, remembering the words he whispered into your ears last night.

Tomorrow, my petal, I will ravish and devour you.

You shudder. Your senses have been heightened ever since, and you feel like a taut string on a bow ready to snap.

You have known Seokjin for a few days over three months now, and since the initial meeting when you both agreed to this arrangement, he has been nothing but kind, patient and generous. He told you that the first three months were for you both to get to know each other. You were able to read between the lines, though- it was a test that you needed to pass. So you spent time with him, accompanying him to dinners, fishing trips, and staying at his place while he gamed the whole night till the sun came up. You never asked for anything, you remained quiet and mousy at the events he brought you to, listening to murmurs and gossip and reporting them to him. You learned to fish so you could feed into his competitive streak, and you even tried your hands at gaming; a luxury you never had growing up. And during all these times, he had never touched you, apart from a peck on the cheek when he dropped you off at your place. However, with every notification on your phone of a deposit made into your bank account, you knew when the time came, you would have to be ready for him.

And now, the time has indeed come. Your body feels hot all over as your sugar daddy approaches you. He looks incredibly handsome, and you keep wondering why he would pick you, a plain wallflower, when he could have picked any other beautiful women, even celebrities.

“Petal,” he lands a soft kiss on your cheek, “you look like you’re about to pass out.” He stands so impossibly close to you, enveloping you with his musk, making you feel dizzy with want and lust.

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I am nervous,” you admit, knowing Seokjin values honesty above all. “I’m worried I won’t be good enough.”

“I will be satisfied, and you will be too,” he promises. “Are you wearing the gift I got you?”

You nod. The lingerie sticks to your skin, clammy from all the nerves and anxiety. Seokjin takes your hand and leads you to the sofa. He sits down and pulls you to his lap. Insecurity engulfs you when he wraps his hand around your middle, his fingers digging into the flesh underneath your clothes. You shudder when his fingers travel up your side, touch so fleeting you instinctively turn to him, silently begging for more. His chest rumbles in appreciation once his large hand covers your breast, and once his fingers dig into the supple flesh, your doubts fly away, your mind filled with more need and lust for him.

“So soft,” he whispers, squeezing your breast again. You lean further into him, embarrassed that you are already making a mess between your legs from a single action.

“Been wanting to touch these tits since the day I met you,” his nose nudges your neck, his words slither along your skin. “I’ve thought about them so much, had to control myself these last three months. Do you think about me at all, baby? Hmm?”

Another gush of arousal leaks out onto your panties, you revel at his admission that he thinks of you too. “Yeah,” you pant. You do, you do indeed. You fantasize about him every night, since you started being his sugar baby, wondering what it would be like to finally be intimate with him. Not that you have a lot of references to go with, but from the time you have spent with him, you would like to think he would be more attentive than… no, you’re not going to think about that.

Seokjin pulls you into a searing kiss, his hand still kneading your breast while his other hand grabs your ass to pull your body flush against his. He continues kissing and touching you, pulling out moan after moan, touching your body to make you jerk and press yourself further onto him. You can feel his hard erection underneath you, so you naturally start grinding on him, seeking friction to enhance your pleasure. You hear the growl first before he bucks his hips up, catching you by surprise.

“Oh my god!” You yelp, your sex feels like it is on fire. You hold your breath and grip his shoulders, your orgasm just within reach.

He tuts in your ear. “Gonna cum already?” He nips your earlobe. “I haven’t even started yet, petal. You’re so sensitive, hmm?”

You cling onto him. “Want to,” you mumble.

He maneuvers you so that you are seated facing him, straddling him. His hands are on your thighs, pushing your dress up and up, until your panties are shown to his hungry eyes. He licks his lips. Your cheeks burn at his brazen show of desire.

“God, I have good taste.”

His self-praising line makes you giggle a little, which in turns makes him laugh too. Feeling the tension abating a little gives you some courage to lift your dress up and off, presenting yourself in the lingerie he has gifted you.

“Fuck…” he leans back on the sofa. You feel your skin heating at the way he looks at your body. The self-conscious feeling is creeping in again, your hands itching to cover your middle, but before you can do so, he grabs your hands and pulls them to the small of your back, pinning them there. The position makes you arch your back, pushing your breasts closer towards him.

“Fuck,” he curses again, “I’m going to have so much fun taking these off of you.”

You are delirious. Seokjin is merely admiring your body with his eyes, butl your arousal continues soaking your panties. You grind your hips again, desperate to feel his hard cock. You wriggle your wrists, and he adjusts his grip on you so that you can link your fingers with his.

“My baby is so horny, hmm?” He chuckles in fake amusement. “Want to wet my jeans so much, do you?”

You let out a series of yeses amidst your panting. You rock your hips, angling your pussy so you can rub your clit against his denim-covered bulge.

“That’s it, baby,” Seokjin encourages you, “ride me till you cum.”

“Oh god,” you squeal as you feel your orgasm building up, “oh god… Daddy!”

You ride him harder, and you wriggle your wrists free. Your hands immediately latch onto your lingerie clad breasts, squeezing them so tight till it hurts, while your lower body continues to rock in Seokjin’s lap.

“Fucking hell, look at you so lewd and loud,” he chuckles darkly. “So desperate to cum, aren’t you?”

You nod your head furiously.

“So cum, baby. Cum for your daddy.”

His words are all it takes for your dam to burst. Your jaw drops open as heat engorges your body, from your core traveling up to your head, rendering you breathless and motionless. Amidst the explosion, you feel the bra of your lingerie set being ripped off of your body, and Seokjin descends, almost aggressively, to your freed tits.

His strong hands hold you up when you just want to melt into his hard chest. He sucks, nibbles, gropes to his heart’s content as you recover from your orgasm.

“You’re shaking, baby, you cum good?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you breathe out, wincing when he sucks and pulls on your nipples more roughly.

“You look so good cumming for me. Wanna see it again.”

Before you can tell him to give you a breather, he flips you over till you are lying on the sofa. He stands up, towering over you, running his fingers over your body. You realize then he is still fully clothed, and you notice the wet spot on his crotch.

Seokjin follows your line of sight and taps your chin. “Look how you made it wet, baby. I bet your panties are ruined.” You turn to hide your face but he spreads your legs open and tuts at what he finds. “You’ve soaked your panties. You dirty, dirty girl.”

You mewl, you can feel the satin material of your panties stick uncomfortably to your pussy.

“So wet,” he continues, “I bet my fingers will slide right into your little pussy.”

Your eyes returned to the wet bulge on his pants. You reach to him shyly, palming his erection. “Daddy…”

“Hmm? Baby wants cock now?”

You nod, your body writhing from a new wave of arousal. Your mouth waters at the thought of sucking Seokjin’s cock. He steps closer to your head and your mind reels from the anticipation, but instead of taking his cock out for you, he manhandles you again until you are positioned upside down on the sofa- your head dangling on the edge of the seat, while your lower body is propped up against the back of the seat, your legs open and hanging over.

Blood rushes to your brain and you internally panic. “Seokjin,” you call out to him, worry laced in your voice.

“Relax, baby,” he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, stroking it lazily. “This way you can suck me while I play with your wet pussy.”

You try to process what he has just said, but your mouth opens automatically as his cock comes to your vision. He praises you as he slides it in, until the head hits the back of your throat. You gag so he withdraws, before he goes in again, forcing himself a little deeper this time.

“Good girl, taking daddy’s cock so well,” he caresses your cheek, “you’re gonna take it all, yeah? Relax your throat, baby.”

You close your eyes. Your jaw is aching already but you force your mouth and throat to adjust to his girth and length.

“That’s a good girl,” Seokjin moans above you as you swallow more of his length. He rains praises on you as you take him more, determined to deep throat him. “You feel so good, baby, fuck!” He reaches down to your breasts and squeezes them, holding onto them as he starts fucking your throat. You gag again but he ignores you, making you open yourself more to take him.

Saliva pools in your mouth, and you choke, needing an outlet for the liquid before it goes up your nose. Seokjin relents a little, giving you a small window to let your saliva seep out, rolling down your face to mix with the tears from your eyes. He picks up his pace, his balls slapping against your nose, and despite the constraint you are in, you feel feverish with wanton lust.

Even more when you feel his fingers pulling your panties aside. Cold air assaults your clammy pussy, giving it some relief, but not for long as Seokjin pats your pussy roughly with his fingers, making your body jolt.

“Let’s see how tight you are,” he inserts a long finger and your walls clench immediately at the intrusion. He hisses at the tightness and adds another finger. You moan around his length. Seokjin fingers you hard and fast, scissoring you open. “Fucking tight cunt. My cock is gonna split you open, baby.”

You clench again at his words. He chuckles, “You like that, don’t you? You want Daddy’s big cock to stretch you out?”

As a reply, you moan again around his cock and your pussy pulsates around his fingers. He curses, “Fucking pussy sucking me in!” He fingers you faster, until the squelching sound fills the room, mixed with your moans and his. Then without any warning, he yanks his fingers out and starts rubbing your clit harshly. He presses his body down and continues fucking your mouth, trapping you underneath him. You grip his ass, holding on for dear life as you suck his cock, and his fingers urgently pull another orgasm out of you.

Seokjin pulls out of your mouth when your legs start shaking, allowing you to scream his name as another tsunami of pleasure washes through you. His fingers do not relent, however, eager to prolong your orgasm as much as possible.

“Fuck… Daddy, please… no,” you push his fingers away once you are able to collect yourself, and Seokjin does as you ask, only after he snaps your panties back in place, making you jerk from oversensitivity.

He leaves you in your position, upside down on his sofa, as he watches your body come down from its climax. He makes a show of licking his fingers clean of your juices, and you cannot believe how your body responds so quickly after your orgasm. You are hungrier than before.

Your hand goes to his cock, your fingers wrapping around it, still damp from your saliva. “Daddy,” you mewl, desperate need in your voice. “Want your cock, please…”

Your sugar daddy smiles mockingly at you. “You just had my cock in your mouth, baby. That’s not enough?”

You whimper at his teasing. You want to be greedy. “Want your cock in me, daddy, please.”

“You sure, baby? Your pussy can barely take my fingers.”

“Daddy!” You whine, your hand stroking him with more determination now, while your other hand slides under your ruined panties. Seokjin’s eyes widen at your action. “Please, daddy, I can take you, please.”

Seokjin pulls your panties aside again to see two of your fingers pumping desperately in and out your pussy. He watches you intently, trying to stay in control, but you feel his cock twitch in your hand. You tighten your grip on him.

“Daddy, it’ll be so nice and tight for you,” you insert a third finger, eyes rolling back at the stretch. “Ah, daddy, please fuck me!”

His cock twitches again, so you finger yourself harder. You chant your nickname for him, begging him to replace your fingers.

“Fuck me, please daddy, my fingers are so small, I need your big cock, please!” You watch him through your lidded eyes, your vision getting hazier with lust overtaking your body yet again. Never in a million years did you think you would be able to act and talk so lewdly, to be so shameless before a man, but Seokjin, in more ways than one, has changed you, and the tension from the past three months has eroded all your decency. You are so horny for him, you just want him to use you as he likes.

Seokjin grips both your hands, removing them from his cock and your cunt. He maneuvers you again so that you’re seated upright, then he undresses fully. You take the time to recalibrate yourself after being upside down for so long, while also watching his toned body being revealed.

He sits down and motions you to get back on his lap. “Face the front,” he instructs, and you dumbly obey, your body following his orders naturally. His large hands engulfs you, kneading and molding your flesh, and you surrender yourself fully to him.

“You beg so sweetly, so I’m gonna give you what you want, baby.” He whispers in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. He places your legs on either side of his, and then he spreads them, opening you up and keeping you open.

“My panties,” you breathe out, wiggling as the fabric of your underwear bunches up against your slit.

“Keep them on. You look so slutty with them on.”

Seokjin pulls the panties aside and lines his cockhead with your hole. You grimace as you feel it bullying itself in, gasping in pain as your pussy is stretched to the limit.

“Told you it’s not gonna fit,” he chuckles against your cheek, licking the tears that have escaped your eyes.

“It will fit, it will fit,” you chant to yourself. Despite the stinging discomfort, you are already addicted to the feel of his cock splitting you open. You sink down, slowly but surely, and when your pussy finally swallows him whole, you are nearly hysterical from how good he feels inside you.

“Fuck, baby, so tight and so warm,” he hugs you from behind.

“So big, daddy,” you pant. You reach down to your lower abdomen and rub your skin there, feeling for the bulge. “So big and so good.”

“My petal, my girl,” Seokjin pulls your face towards him to kiss you sweetly, as if he is so proud of you for taking all of him in. “My good, good girl. Daddy’s gonna fuck you good now, okay?”

“Yes, daddy, please.”

“My good girl deserves to be fucked silly, hmm?” His hands rest gently on your breasts. You sigh your agreement into his kiss. “Put your hands behind my neck, baby, and keep them there, okay?”

You grip the back of his neck.

“Good girl.”

He starts pounding into you hard and fast without any warning; the air from your lungs is knocked out so suddenly that you let out silent screams as his cock reaches new depths inside you. You hold on to his neck tightly, not wanting to disobey him, so your fingers dig into his skin there, which makes him hiss and go even faster.

“So fucking tight, so fucking wet! Been thinking about this pussy for so long. Fuck, you feel so good. Tightest pussy I ever had.” Seokjin spits each comment with every hard thrust.

Your body is jostled around, bouncing wildly on top of him. When you finally find your voice, you cannot even string any coherent sentence. You are literally being fucked dumb by him. And you revel in it, in the way your tits are slapping against his open palms, in his heavy breathing on your neck, in the sounds of skin slapping against skin, so loud in your ears that it adds to your arousal.

“Gonna cream my cock, baby? Gonna let me cum in you? Fill this tight pussy up?”

“Oh god, yes! Yes!” You squeal your answer, and squeal even more when his fingers find your engorged bud. He rubs it almost brutally, vigorously drawing your orgasm closer. “Daddy, daddy, please! Oh fuuuck…”

The pressure is getting too much, and you frantically seek for something to hold on to. You find his hair and you clutch onto it tightly as you feel the explosion nearing.

“Daddy, oh, fuck, daddy!”

“Fuck, that’s it, cum for daddy, come on!”

Your core explodes, and you feel like your soul has left your body, floating and basking in the climax of your pleasure, while your body seizes up, your pussy clamping down painfully tight around Seokjin’s cock, making him lose control and spurt into you. He pumps his hips up a couple more times, emptying himself to the last drop, before sinking into the sofa, pulling you with him.

“Fuck, that was amazing.”

You blink your eyes open. Now that your mind is cleared of lust, your insecurity creeps back in. “Did I do good?” you ask meekly.

Seokjin answers you with a searing kiss. “Did so well. My good, good girl.”

Your heart soars at his praise. You rest your body on his, his hands still secure around you, and you feel so blissed out, so safe, you just want to fall asleep in his arms.

“Petal, do you have any plans tomorrow?”

His question brings you back. You quickly run through your schedule in your head. “No, none, why?”

“You’re staying with me till Monday,” he lays you down on the sofa, his body still connected to yours. Your heart starts racing again. He pinches a nipple and you squirm, clenching your pussy. “My girl is so insatiable, hmm?” He bites and sucks on your breast. You clench again. “Keep clenching around my cock, baby, make me hard again.”

It does not take long at all.

Surprisingly, you feel pretty good, you might even say you’re glowing, despite the very little sleep you got over the last 2 nights, and the soreness in your limbs and your pussy. You wonder if people around you can tell that you have just spent many, many hours being fucked to oblivion by a very big cock belonging to a very hot, very sexy man.

You get to class, and gingerly sit down at your usual seat in the back corner of the room, trying to be as invisible as you possibly can, staying out of your classmates’ attempts to make small talk. You wriggle a little to alleviate the soreness of your sex, but all it does is remind you when you sat on Seokjin’s face, wriggling while he ate you out until you were a crying mess. You immediately slap your cheeks to stop your mind from wandering too far into the details. Luckily, your phone dings and breaks you from your reverie. You nearly drop it though, when you see how much he has deposited into your account.

You do a quick calculation- you have enough to pay off a sizeable chunk of your parents’ gambling debt, three months worth of rent, and even the university fee for next semester. You cover your mouth in shock.

Another ding from your phone arrives, and with a trembling hand, you open the next notification.

KSJ >> Booked you an appointment this afternoon at Mikrokosmos Spa. Enjoy yourself, my sweet petal. I’ll see you Friday night.

PS: Tada! Hope you enjoy this fic. I'm excited to set this series out and in motion, to see how this couple navigate their new dynamic... especially with OT7 in the horizon, hmm?

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Published 08012023

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