#sugardaddy jaebum

[indecisivebias]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: GOT7 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Im Jaebum | JB/Mark Tuan Characters: Im Jaebum | JB, Mark Tuan, Park Jinyoung | Jr., Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam, Kim Yugyeom, Choi Youngjae, Jackson Wang, Kim Jisoo (BLACKPINK), Bangchan (Stray Kids), Monsta X Ensemble, Kang Seulgi, Original Characters Additional Tags: the original markbum sugar daddy au, Sugar Daddy, sugar daddy jaebum, Sugar Baby Mark, JB & Jinyoung own a record label, Mark becomes JB’s personal assistant, Age Difference, Mark is 22, ceo jaebum, Yugbam are Mark’s roommates, Child Jackson, child Youngjae, Single Parent Im Jaebum | JB, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, JB is 29, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Light Angst, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Vibrators, Blindfolds, Riding Summary:

After growing sick and tired of his job, Mark decides to apply for the personal assistant position at Paradise Records. Little does he know, working as Lim Jaebeom’s personal assistant is going to be…different… than a normal. How will Mark cope with his ever growing feelings for his boss all while trying to keep a professional relationship at the company when he gets fucked on a daily-ish basis at Jaebeom’s house? Not to mention his adorable sons that have captured Mark’s heart from the moment he saw them?

Aka: the sugar daddy au where Jaebeom is a legit sugar daddy with baby Jackjae and Mark as his Personal Assistant/Sugar Baby with JJ Project fanboys Yugbam along with a jealous Co-CEO Park Jinyoung.

*Re-uploaded & finished ^_^

[just-some-random-blogger]

One Million In One Day | 6

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ? Characters: Jackson Wang (+ other Got7 members in future) Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: class discrimination, slight degradation, TYPOS, ex boyfriends, etc.

Preview | Alternate Moodboard

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Jackson and I were driving back home. The bright bickering we had on our first ride was gone, and I was genuinely concerned for him. There were two reasons why exactly, 1) he could be upset because one of the snobbby businessmen told him off. Honestly, everyone at the party looked pretty scary, even Bambam, though he was quite nice to me. Or 2) he was upset because I helped the crying child, which I knew may have been too out of charcter for these high-noses, but come on! She looked like she couldn't even run yet, what did he expect me to do.

I huffed, honestly, if he was upset over the latter, that was saying a lot.

"Jackson... are you okay?"

As if I pulled him out of a spell, he turned to me and hummed, off guard.

I pursed my lips and repeated my question.

He kept his eyes on the road when he replied, "Ah, yeah. Just thinking. Parties usually tire me out, esspecially if political moves are played."

I looked at him and decided to believe it. I mean, it didn't seem like a lie. I'm sure it was tiring. I didn't know him well enough to argue otherwise anyway.

"So here's what's gonna happen," Jackson inhaled sharply, "The card I gave you?"

I nodded and pulled it out from the purse Hani lent me.

Jackson nodded as well, "It's wired to an anonymous account, or a burner account if you will. I bought a small bank just for this and how much I put in will only be valid for an exact and entire 24 hours. Got that? What time do you want the clock to start?"

I gulped, "Ni- uh, n-- 10 o'clock. Am."

The man nodded, "10. On the dot."

I nodded back, slowly.

"Okay then."

After, Jackson made a quick call during a red light, and the next thing I knew I was in front of my house. I turned to him and offered a soft smile when he turned back to me.

"Uhm... so I guess I'll just wash this and give it back next--" "What?" Jackson blurted, cutting me off. He began to chuckle and narrow his eyes in amusement, "Ah, jagiya, you don't have to give back anything. Those are yours now."

My eyes widened, "Ya... this... this wasn't part of the deal..."

Jackson laughed softly, "No worries. Remember, I'm your filthy rich sugar daddy. This is really nothing."

"Oh my gosh, Jackson," I sighed, pulling an uncomfortable face, feeling my cheeks burn. At this point, Jackson bloomed into brightness, seemingly reverting to his usual self.

"Really, it's fine."

"But," I sighed, "I have no where to wear this."

He threw his head back in laughter, "Baby, you can wear this anywhere. It really suits you."

I shook my head in defeat, opting to just bid him a goodbye because I knew it'd be pointless to argue otherwise. I got out of the car and waved as he drove off. I huffed and went inside.

Gosh I hope Nari isn't here.

Lo and behold, my apartment was empty. I hummed in appreciation. Hopefully, by the time someone starts catching on, Jackson and I will no longer be in the middle of this.

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"MARK! Mark, thank goodness. I- I- I think I'm having a panic attack. Can-- c-can you come over right now. I'm... in my apartment."

Exactly 12 minutes passed when a red hoody, jeans, and worn out sneakers clad Mark Tuan came banging on my door. I shuffled in my old pajamas and ripped off the faded blanket off me. I ran to the door and immediately sealed Mark into a tight embrace when I saw him. 

"Oh my gosh, what the hell happened? Do you want me to call an ambulance? Your parents? Jinyoung?" "NO!" I shrieked, pulling away from him, heaving.

Mark raised his hands in concern and shook his head in disagreement. "Okay. Okay."

I wiped my face and sat on the floor, "I need-- I need to tell you something."

Mark crouched down before me.

"Okay-" breathing, "I need to be-" breathing, "completely honest with you first," breathing.

Mark nodded and placed his hands on my shoulders, sitting in front of me.

"I tried to call Nari first, but I think she's too busy trying to flirt with Mr. Choi or something to pick up, and then I thought of calling Jinyoung," I inhale sharply, "but I just can't. I can't call him. I can't tell him this." I start hyperventilating again.

Mark snickered, "And so you called me. I get it. I'm not your first choice. No need to rub it in."

"Mark! That's not what i'm trying to getting at."

He nodded and laughed, "I know, loser. Just get to the point."

I exhaled and nodded, "I have a sugar daddy."

Mark looked at me and blinked. For a moment he debated internally, then spoke up. "Sorry, what?"

"I have a sugar daddy!" I exclaim and begin to explain from the very beginning.

"Is this legal?"

"... yeah."

"Homaygahd." he blurts and suddenly starts to panic.

"Mark, you're supposed to hElP mE!1"

"Hol'up!" He raises both his hands in the air, "you're telling me your problem is you don't know what to spend with a million bucks?!" He chuckles in disbelief, "Literally anYTHING BABY GIRL!"

"Don't call me baby girl!"

Mark laughs his high pitched on. "Okay, my first thought was to buy a video game but then my conscience said pay off my student loans first-- or I mean at least yours."

I huffed and nodded, "Yes I know-- my student loans AND your student loans."

He smiles widely.

"But there's still a lot of money Mark."

"... what about like, Nari's and Jinyoung's."

"Nari doesn't have student loans... and, if we pay for Jinyoung's, I'd have to tell him, and we established how you got here in the first place."

"Uhhhh, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't judge you for getting a million bucks just for going out with some rich guy."

I rolled my eyes, "That's not the point. I--I'm not ready to tell him. Maybe... I dunno, like, the second date."

Mark gasps, "Are you for real! Will he really pay you another one six zeroes?!?"

I groan, "I know I shouldn't rely on this, but I assume that there will be more dates in the future, so I'm kinda just trying to make a strategy on how to get rid of all this money first."

Mark nodded and we pondered for a moment. 

"Ugh! Mark, we literally have a count down. It starts at 10, on the dot."

"It's 9:45! Chill, we have time to think!"

"Not that much time!"

"I know, I know!"

We both laid on the floor in frustration and ponder. "I got it, how about we buy a million lotto tickets so that when we win, you won't have to panic about it!"

I punched his shoulder, he whined, "Literally, I already one the lottery, dumb-ass! 10 times over since I probably will reach ten dates with this dude."

"Damn. I wanna sugar daddy too."

"Mark!"

"What?! I want things!"

I quickly sat up, "Then let's just-- buy these things... let's just splurge."

I stood up and ran to my laptop, sitting on the chair in front of my desk, groaning when it loaded slowly. "Okay, first order of business, I'm buying a new damn laptop."

"I want one too!"

I huffed, "Fine."

Mark giggle like a child form behind me. "This is so cool! We can literally buy everything we want!"

"Yeah, but first, let's do the math." I opened a bunch of applications and screeched at the slow internet. "Okay, #2, a better internet plan." Mark chuckled. I pointed, "Post paid."

"Let's do the math." I started listing down all the things we needed to pay first. We reached a fairly high about with out debts and laptops and internet plan to begin with, but it was still a joke against how many zeros we have left.

Assuming we didn't find an open bank today, because it was Sunday, we came to an agreement to stop at a certain amount, so we can pay tomorrow. I mean the 24 hours end at 10 am tomorrow.

"Okay. So," I turned to Mark and raised my hands, "we can buy whatever we want now!"

Mark and I cheered and hugged each other. "LAPTOP!" Mark screamed.

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"Remind me again why we need to check?"

"Because! I don't want to buy a laptop and be invested in it only to be told my black card doesn't work."

"Didn't you say you trusted Jackson?"

"DUdE!" I whisper-yelled at Mark, "don't just say his name casually like that. Call him, uhm, sugar."

Mark held back a chuckle, "Right, for sugar daddy?"

I shushed him and pinched his side as we walked into the convenience store. He whined, and I defended myself, "It could be a dog name."

He rubbed the part of him I pinched, "Right. Kinky."

I shot him a look. Mark gulped. 

"Do you want a laptop or not?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then shut up while I buy some candy."

Mark shrugged and I went up to the counter to purchase a chocolate bar. The cashier told me the price and turned to me. I nodded and handed her my card. She turned to it and shrugged, swiping it in.

A few moments later, she turned to me and handed me my receipt.

I smiled widely and turned to Mark, just to see him grinning with a literal handful of junk food. I rolled my eyes, "put it back, Mark."

"But--"

"We can eat at a buffet or something."

"Uh ma'am." the clerk called as I moved to walk away. I held my breath and turned to her. "Sign this please." 

I let out a breath. "Yeah, yeah, sure."

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"AW FUCK!" Mark whined, stopping in his tracks, fidgeting in his place.

I licked some of the strawberry ice cream off my lips and whipped my head to Mark. "What?! What?"

Mark turned to the newly bought, shiny, black, fur collared leather jacket on him that was atop his satin button up. He pulled out a tissue from his well fitted slacks and stomped his new high tops.

"I got ice cream on my Gucci."

I looked at him as he wiped off the sugary liquid off his brand new clothes.

Once he turned to me, we blinked at each other and started laughing.

"Oh wow, I can't believe that came out of your mouth."

Mark sucked in a breath, "I know, yikes."

Suddenly, someone called my name. I turned around and saw the past person i wanted to see right now. 

I wanted to scoff, but I decided not to. "Jaebum."

He walked up to me and I crossed my arms.

Jaebum, I think, didn't even notice Mark behind me, as he was too busy swallowing my appearance. I mean, maybe it was too much that I was wearing an dark blue, ankle length, spaghetti strap dress with silver kitten heels, but... Mark said it was fine... and, and it didn't matter. I thought I looked fine.

"Wow, you look... you look good," Jaebum noted.

I nearly scoffed and turned to Mark firm over my shoulder, motioning that he give me a second.

"About last time-" "Let me stop you there." 

I crossed my arms. "I get it. Finally, after all his time," I handed him my empty ice cream cone, "you finally realized what you missed." I placed my hands on his cheeks and proceeded to fix his hair, "but I'm over you JB."

I breathed in heavily and  flashed him a wide smile. "Move on."

With that I turned over my shoulder and gave Jaebum one last look before walking passed him.

Mark followed after, snickering, "Yoooooo, that was badass."

"Better believe it, babe."

[ohh-baekhyun]

Sugar | 02 - [M]

summary: Getting into a performing arts college isn’t cheap. In desperate need of money, you sign yourself up on an online dating site called Sugar. There, you match with a wealthy and handsome man named Mr Byun.

genre: Softdom!baek, sugardaddy!au, collegeprofessor!au.

[m]: Parking lot sex.

a/n: Merry christmas everyone. here’s a small gift for you, thank you for reading my stories all these times :D i hope you like this!

TWO - Mr Savage 

One week later, the movers came by in the morning to pack and shift your things to the new apartment. The new place was sumptuous, as you expected, and you were still trying to wrap your head around this sudden change in your life. You didn’t know if you were doing the right thing, but you knew you needed the money urgently. You had just received your acceptance letter from the college you applied to, along with an invoice for your first semester’s fee. There’s nothing you wanted more than getting into this college.

Hanlim Conservatorie was one of the most prestigious, elite and expensive performing art colleges in the nation. Their acceptance rate was among the lowest. Getting into this school was like a dream and you had worked your ass off to pass the entrance audition. Now all you needed was to pay for the tuition fee. Only Mr Byun could help you with it, and he already did. Last night, you received a ten thousand dollars cheque from him as a ‘signing bonus’ for agreeing to be his sub. You had cashed the cheque and made payment to the school administrative, now you were just waiting for college to start in a few weeks.

In the afternoon, Mr Byun dropped by to check up on you. While he was there, he found out you only had cup ramen stocked in the kitchen, that’s how you ended up in the grocery store with him now.

You’d never been to a grocery store like this before. You glanced around in awe, wondering if this was where rich people shopped. The environment was cozy with a faint sound of classical music in the background paired with soft chatterings. The lighting was warm and you liked that it wasn’t so crowded. Most of the things sold here were either organic or gluten free, though there are some things you’ve seen in a regular store before, but they were marked at a higher price.

You and Baekhyun were strolling side by side through the aisles. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans today, and with you wearing the same colored top tucked in your denim skirt, you two looked almost like a couple. You studied the way he shopped, noting that unlike you, Baekhyun didn’t go for the cheapest item on the shelves but the highest quality.

“Do you do your own shopping too?” you asked, staring up at him as he reached up to pull out a carton of strawberry milk from the shelves.

“I have someone does it for me,” he muttered absentmindedly as he read the label on the carton. He finally dunked the item into the shopping cart and continued walking.

After getting a few things from the deli section, he moved to the condiments aisle. You looked up at him and found him glancing from left to right, searching for something. “What are you looking for, Baekhyun?” you asked.

“Mixed herbs,” he muttered distantly, his eyes searching. You tug at his sleeve to get his attention. He dropped his gaze to you. “Hmm?”

“I think I saw it somewhere just now,” you told him. “Can I go get it for you?” you asked. He permitted with a hum and you wandered off to find the item he was looking for.

After searching for a minute or two, you found an array of herbs bottle in the canned goods section. You craned forward and squinted your eyes at the items on the shelves. There were so many similar looking items.

“Are you looking for something, pretty?”

Your eyes drifted to where the voice was coming from. A male around Mr Byun’s age was already standing by your side, a grin tugged at the side of his lips.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

Actually, you didn’t need his help, but being someone who was afraid to say no to people, you nodded. Anyway, this stranger was kind enough to offer help, you didn’t want to offend him. “Yeah, I’m looking for mixed herbs,” you told him.

The stranger glanced up at the shelves, searching for it. It looked like he had found something when he shifted himself closer to you with one raised hand to reach for the item. You shifted aside when you felt the brush of his arm over yours, but he scooted closer again. Suddenly, his free hand was resting on your lower back causing your whole body to stiffen up. You were uncomfortable but you didn’t have the guts to push him away. What if it was just a friendly gesture, you didn’t want to wrongly accused someone who has helped you. 

“Here.” The guy handed you the herbs bottle.

You gulped, taking the item from his grasp. “T-thank you,” you say in a slightly shaky voice.

His eyes were currently scanning your body in a way that made you stomach felt nauseous. He looked back at your face with lazy eyes. “Are you here alone, babe?” He asked, sliding his hand from your lower back down to your ass. Your heart hammered with fear. The lump in your throat was muting you. He caressed your butt cheek and inched his face closer. “Who are you here with?”

“She’s with me, Jaebum, get your hands off her.”

The strangers groaned and dropped his hand immediately. Recognizing the owner of that voice, you wasted no time to turn around. The menacing look on Mr Byun’s face scared you, but it didn’t stop your from rushing over to him to seek his protection. As soon as you reached his side, he held your hand and guided you to stand behind him. Half of your view was blocked by his broad back, but you could still see what’s before you.

Mr Byun knew this guy, and it was easy to tell they didn’t like each other.

“Your new play thing?” The stranger asked casually, shoving his hands into his pants’ pockets. Mr Byun didn’t answer to that. The guy smiled scornfully. “What happened to the last one? Got bored?”

“It’s none of your business,” Mr Byun answered coldly. He clenched his palm around your hand and tugged you with him.

“See you around, Byun,” the stranger said when you moved past him. “One more thing,” he said and Mr Byun halted, although he didn’t turn around to look at him. “Let me know when you got bored of this one, I’ll have her.”

“I don’t want you.” The words stumbled out of your mouth before you even knew it. You gasped quietly when you realize.

Mr Byun huffed mockingly. “You heard her, Jaebum.”  he muttered, then he walked away.

Now that it was just you and him, you became so aware of the anger radiating off of him. He walked you back to the condiments aisle where you left him earlier, the shopping cart was parked by the shelves. He finally let go of your and and move to stand before you.

You had to lift your head to look at him because he was a head taller than you. It was obvious he looked pissed.

“Did you know he was touching you?”

His voice was low, but your heart still jumped at his hard tone. He furrowed his brows as he waited for your answer. You bobbed your head timidly.

His frown deepened. “You knew? And you didn’t say a goddamn thing to stop him?” His tone was slightly raised this time. You couldn’t help but to cower under his domineering stare. “This is a public place. You could’ve shouted for help and someone would’ve heard you,” he went on, “What if I wasn’t here? You’d just let him molest you?”

“I–“ you parted your lips to say something, when nothing came out your pressed it close again. You sighed, dropping your head instead of replying.

Mr Byun gripped your chin, lifted it up to pin you under his hard stare. “You have a mouth. Use it.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice quivering.

“What are you sorry for?” he frowned. 

“I don’t know…for being groped?” You said in a small, unsure tone.

“No, that’s not–“ he sighed in frustration. “Sweetheart, it wasn’t your fault he groped you. He was a jerk.”

Your forehead creased. You were confused. If it wasn’t your fault, why was he mad at you then?

Mr Byun finally let go of your chin with a grunt. You cast your eyes down regretfully. He stared at you for a short moment before sighing and shaking his head. “If something similar happens again, I hope you’d at least try to defend yourself and speak up when you’re uncomfortable,” He chastised and though his voice was softer, the disappointment was obvious. “Do you understand me?” He said firmly.

Once he received your yes, he walked away. Your shoulders dropped in dismay. It’s only been a week and you were already making Mr Byun unhappy. He was definitely changing his mind after today, and you couldn’t help the sadness washing over you at the thought. With the sadness, came fear. How are you going to pay him back? You’d cleared the check and used the money.

Mr Byun cleared his throat loudly enough to snap you out of your daze. You glanced at him, who was already standing at a distance from you. He gave a curt nod to beckoned you over. You immediately broke out of your trance and dashed over to him like a puppy to its owner.

When you fell into step next to the shopping cart, Mr Byun grabbed your wrist to pull you closer to him. “Stay by my side,” he murmured, peering down at you.

There wasn’t any warmth in his demeanour but your pulse still quickened at the way he looked at you. You swallowed and nodded in compliance.

Both of you were presently strolling down the frozen food section. It felt like you were walking on eggshells. You stood by and watched Mr Byun grabbed two packs of frozen blueberries and dunk it in the cart. None of you muttered a word to each other. You couldn’t stop stealing glances at him to check on him. There was a cold distance in his expression, he was definitely in a sour mood after what happened.

You couldn’t help but to blame yourself, even if there was a chance that his bad mood was caused by Jaebum, not you. You have always been an overly sensitive child growing up, especially to other’s feelings and emotions. Sometimes, just a subtle change in someone’s expression made you anxious, and you’d start questioning if you’d done something wrong. Like now.

For the umpteenth time, you stole a glance at the man next to you, except this time he caught you in the act. His brows pulled together into a tight frown, almost a glare. “What?” He bit out. His tone startled you, and you unconsciously made a pout with your lips. He gave you a long, assessing stare. At last, he sighed and softened his voice, “Is there anything you want?”

Tentatively, you took a step towards him and clutched on the fabric of his shirt. He peered down at you in confusion. You gave him your pleading eyes. “I want you to stop being mad,” you begged softly. “I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

Thick silence stretched between the two of you. The knit between his eyebrows was slowly disappearing, and the coldness in his eyes morphed into something heated. You can feel his breathing slowed. He looked like he was turned on. By what though? Did he like it when you begged?

“Please, Mr Byun…” you tried again.

“So help me God,” he whispered harshly under his breath. “I’m going to welt your ass for being so cute.”

Your lips parted in a surprise. You certainly didn’t expect him to say that.

Mr Byun groaned when he noticed the blush rising on your cheek. He tore his gaze from you and stared at the fridge behind you. He reached a hand over your shoulder to open it. You felt a cold breeze puffing against your back. “Do you want ice-cream?” He asked, dropping his gaze to you again.

His unpredictability surprised you. One moment he was telling you he wanted to spank you, and the next moment he was offering to buy you ice-cream.

“Sweetheart?”

You shook your head lightly to pull yourself out of your reverie, then you glanced up. “You’re not mad at me anymore?”

He gave a soft smile. “I was never mad at you.”

“At who then?”

“You know who.”

Jaebum, you thought. And the relief made you smile.

“Ice-cream?” Mr Byun asked again. You gave him a nod and a sweeter smile. He lifted his gaze to examine the content of the fridge. “Which flavor?”

You swiveled around to face the fridge, running your gaze through the stacks of ice-cream tubs. “That one,” you gestured. “Strawberry shortcake.”

Mr Byun dropped his gaze to you, the side of his lip curled up. You blink cluelessly, not understanding the look he gave you. He let out a deep chuckle. “What a baby,” he teased endearingly.

You cocked your head to the side, puzzled. “What baby?”

“My baby,” he said, giving your heart a little jump.

You blushed harder. You knew Baekhyun didn’t mean his word in a i love you baby kind of way, but more in a i’m your sugar daddy, and you’re my baby girl kind of way, but it was heart fluttering all the same.

Once Baekhyun withdrew the ice-cream tub from the fridge, he held your arm to pull you back so he could close the door. He leaned over to set the tub above a pile of goods in the cart. It was then you realised that he had bought a lot, and they were all for you. For someone who used to go for days without food, you were beyond grateful. You didn’t have to worry about going to sleep hungry and having to endure the stomach pain it caused you anymore.

Mr Byun was going to push the cart when you held his wrist to stop him. He turned his head to your side and that’s when you tiptoed to cup his face and kissed him. Being with him, even if it has only been a week, you learned that he really loved kisses. He hadn’t done anything besides kissed you actually. And since you couldn’t offer him anything in return for his kindness, you thought giving him a kiss would at least made him happy. But to your dismay, he didn’t return it.

Slowly, you pulled back and lowered your heels to the ground. Baekhyun had an unreadable look on his face. You honestly couldn’t tell what he was feeling, you just knew you felt stupid for doing what you did. You dropped your head, embarrassed.

He cleared his throat. “Let’s go.”

The journey towards the checkout counter was filled with silence. Baekhyun parked the shopping cart by the conveyor belt and started unloading the things. You flashed the cashier a smile when she greeted you before helping Baekhyun out. Once the cart was empty, he pushed it out of the counter so he could stand next to you.

You didn’t know how long you stood there waiting. It felt like forever. The lady was slow. She actually reminded you of that sloth from zootopia. You glanced at Baekhyun. He was watching the lady scanned the items while tapping his fingertips rapidly on the counter. There’s a tight knit in between his brows. It was obvious he was losing his patience, but he fought to hold it back. Somehow that brought a grin to your face and you couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping.

Baekhyun looked over at you with a frown, and you wiped the grin off your face before he could see it.

“Your total would be—“ Both of you returned your attention to the cashier. “Wait—I’m sorry, give me a moment.” the lady had a frown on her face as she tapped her forefinger frantically on the cash register’s screen. You could hear Baekhyun’s deep inhalation and exhalation that made you press your lips together. His frustration was adorable, and you were on the verge of laughing.

You slide your palm up his arm and squeezed his bicep to get him to look at you. You offered him a warm smile, hoping it would calm him down. But his feature only tighten up under your touch. You pursed your lips in dissapointment and peeled your hand away.

It’s a good thing the lady was finally done. “Your total would be two hundred and sixteen dollar.”

Your jaw dropped when you heard the amount. You’d never spent so much at a grocery store before.

Mr Byun pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and silently handed three one hundred dollar notes to the lady. Once his hands were free, he immediately held your wrist and gathered the plastic carriers in the other. He started dragging you away from the counter.

“Mr Byun, you forgot your change,” You reminded him, and just after you said it you heard the lady shouted from a distance.

“Sir, your change!”

“She can keep it,” he muttered gruffly without giving you a glance.

You started to calculate the balance in your head. He just gave away eighty four dollar for free. You gasped. “But that’s a lot of money,” you told him. 

He whipped his head around and gave you a stern look that shut you up completely.

You remained quiet as you walked down the travelator that led you to the basement where the parking lot was. He let go of your hand to hold the door open, nodding in cue for you to walk out first. You dropped your gaze to his fully occupied hand and noted the veins bulging on his skin.

“Let me help you.” you reached a hand down but he retracted before you could grasp anything.

“I can handle it, sweetie, go on,” he bobbed his head towards the opened door. You wordlessly followed the order and walked out into the dark basement.

You were a few steps ahead of him when you turned around to see if he was behind, “Where are we going after–” You next word turn to gasp when your leg stumbled upon something on the floor. His hand flew out to grip your arm and he tugged you towards him. You sighed in relief and steadied your stance. “Thank you,” you whispered, staring up at him.

Baekhyun slid his hand down your arm to thread his fingers through yours, holding it tight. “Watch your steps, will you?” he reprimanded. You bobbed your head with a hum.

You stood close to him as he led you towards his car. “Are we heading home now?” You asked, glancing up at him.

He kept his gaze ahead. “Not before we finish what you started.”

Instant nervousness washed over you. “Wha-what did I do?”

Mr Byun didn’t answer to that. Another silence fell, except it wasn’t quiet because you could hear the million thoughts running through your head as you wondered what he was going to do next. You’ve never been so hyper aware of your bodily reactions toward someone. Your skin was thrumming, your heart was racing and your stomach was twisting with nervous butterflies. When his sleek Audi came into sight, instead of unlocking the door, he dragged you toward the trunk at the back. He released your hand, and you stood by his side, waiting for him obediently. Everything happened so fast as he unlocked the trunk, threw the carriers inside, and slammed it close.

The sound made your shoulders jumped. Your heart was hammering so hard it was actually painful. “Baekhyun?” you called softly, feeling confused but something about this situation thrilled you at the same time.

Mr Byun sucked in a sharp breath at the soft sound of your word. He turned to give you a stare, only two seconds, and then he was pulling you to him. His hands slid up to cup your face. You squeezed your eyes close as soon as he lowered his head. You could feel his warm breath on your lips, and you were expecting him to kiss you right now but he didn’t.

Only a second passed but it felt like forever. Very slowly, you peeled your eyes opened and found his dark eyes gazing down at you. You swallowed thickly, and that’s when he slammed his mouth against yours. You immediately made a fist around his shirt to hold on. Having kissed by him a few times, you knew how knee-weakening it was. You also knew how drugging his kisses were, that they managed to leave you high and breathless every single time.

Mr Byun has always been rough, but today he wasn’t just rough, he was a savage. You whimpered at the sting of his bite on your lower lip. He swept his tongue over the red flesh first, then shove it into your wet cavern. He groaned, and the sound resonated all through you body. For a while, he let his skillful tongue wrestled with yours before he pulled away completely.

You had a glimpse of his face only second before he turned your body around. A soft yelp tumbled out of your mouth when he pushed you forward and bend you over the trunk of his Audi. With this position, you could only think of one thing he might do. Spanked you.

You tilted your head slightly, feeling the cold metal on your cheek. “A-are you going to punish me here?”

“I’m not punishing you, sweetheart,” he shoved your skirt up so it bunched around your waist. “I’m just going to fuck you.”

His words made your insides clenched. You parted your mouth to speak, only to gasp when he yanked your underwear down in one rough move. The cold air hits your cheeks, and there wasn’t any time to feel embarrassed about it because his fingers were already entering your cunt. You bring your hand to cover your lips when a moan slipped.

Mr Byun didn’t wait to start thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “So fucking wet,” he rasped.

Blood rushed to your cheek when you heard the sound of your wetness. “I–I don’t know why–“

“Oh, I think you do, baby,” he sneered, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. “you acted all innocent and shy in front of daddy.” he scoffed. “but inside you’re just a dirty little princess waiting to be fucked.”

You’d never had anyone talked to you like that before, God, was it sick of you to be turned on by it?

You had to bite your thumb through a moan when Baekhyun curled his fingers inside you, the tip hitting you on your prime spot. Your walls immediately clenched and unclenched around his digits.

You mewled when Mr Byun withdrew his fingers completely. His hand was no longer on you. Just as you were about to protest, you heard him unbuckling his belt behind you. Following that was the sound of his zipper tearing through the silence. You brought your head back. Your pulse spiked up in an instant at the sight of his slender fingers wrapping around his hard, veiny cock. You lifted your gaze. Mr Byun had his lips caught in between his teeth as he gave his manhood a few pumps.

The fierce look on his face thrilled you, but your heart dropped when you heard the echoes of footsteps from a distance. You knew it wasn’t easy to spot you here since Mr Byun’s Audi was blocking the sight. But what if the owner of the car next to you returned. “Mr Byun, what if someone caught us?” you whispered frantically.

“Isn’t it too late to be asking that question, princess?” He taunted. “This is what you get for teasing daddy in public.”

He was talking about the kiss at the grocery store earlier. You had no words to argue with him. Scrape that. You didn’t want to argue at all. You wanted this too, as much as he did.

“You’re lucky public sex is an offence,” Mr Byun said hoarsely as he insinuated himself in between your legs. “I was so close to fucking you in front of everyone in that shop.”

Your breathing hitched when you felt the tip of his cock grazing over your wet folds. He gripped the curve of your waist to hold you down. The next thing you felt was a sharp stretching pain as he shoved his length all the way into you.

“B-baekhyun…” your back arched as you let out the lewdest sound you’ve ever made, your pussy was fully stretched and filled with Mr Byun’s cock.

“Princess, you’re so–” Mr Byun dragged his length out of your hole, then he pushed it in again with a rough grunt. “Argh! so tight.”

“...Yeah, I got everything on the lists. I’m heading home now. Is there anything else you want? Okay. See you.”

Your body froze at the sound of a man’s voice. You knew this person had to be somewhere nearby because his voice sounded clear in your ears. Impulsively, you pushed yourself up, only to hiss when Mr Byun pressed his palm on the small of your back, holding you down so you couldn’t move.

He leaned over to place his mouth next to your ear, his cock still buried inside you. “Don’t make a sound,” he whispered, his breathing tickled your ears.

You tried to regulate your heavy breathing over your racing heart. Through the windshield, you saw a man walking towards the car on the opposite side of the parking space. When he shifted his stance so he was facing Mr Byun’s car, you swore your heart dropped all the way to the pit of your stomach. You were unconsciously holding your breath, praying he wouldn’t see you. To your relief, the stranger turned away and climbed into his vehicle. The engine started and soon the car was out of your sight.

A relieved sigh fell from your mouth, but before you could fully relax, Mr Byun has started ramming his cock into your pussy, causing you to cry out in shock and pleasure. You slapped your hand over your lips to muffle your voice as he continued pounding into you at an insane speed.

Mr Byun let out a deep growl when your walls clamped tightly around his length. You could barely kept your eyes open. He was getting more and more rough that you could feel the Audi shaking underneath you. Your muffled moan sounded so loud even through your concealed mouth. Your breathing grew heavier the closer he drove you to your release. He was close too. His cock was already swelling inside you.

He reached down to slip his hand in between your legs. You purred when he brushed his thumb over your clit, and cried out in bliss when he started rubbing your but rapidly. “Baekhyun, I–I’m close.”

“Come for me, princess,” he ordered gruffly.

At his cue, your release came washing over you like a tidal wave. You had a black out for a second. Your pussy was spasming so intensely around Mr Byun’s cock, but that didn’t stop him from pistoning his thick length into you. You whined, almost crying from overstimulation everytime the tip of his cock hits your g-spot.

Two to three thrusts later, Mr Byun finally came with a long throaty moan. His body shook as he unloaded his cum inside you. You felt his warm liquid leaking from your pussy, trickling down your inner thigh. He was breathing heavily behind you and so were you.

Once you regained your composure, you tried to straighten your stance but winced when your legs gave out on you. You knew he was going to leave you sore for days. A tired breath left your body. Mr Byun had just fucked you against his Audi in a parking lot and made you come harder than you’d ever came. He was a savage, indeed.

[smuttyfairy]

What's your top fantasy about each Got7 member?

Mark: I’d personally love to dom mark, especially in like a school setting,, and seeing him bent over a desk, pants around his ankles ,,, 

Jaebum: Give me some sugardaddy!jb I wanna be spoiled and taken out to dinner and then fucked against the side of the restaurant building 

Jackson: I want him to make me nut on a public train. (Give me that good ole frottage)

Jinyoung: Jinyoung crossdressing, can you imagine his cute little ass in a miniskirt and highheels? AND SOME CUTE LINGERIE ASDFGHJKL

Youngjae: I wanna spoil him and give him the world ;; and then fuck his brains out 😩😩 

BamBam/Yugyeom: Maknae line threesome. That’s all I’m gonna say

-Admin Gilfairy

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One Million In One Day | 4

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 ? Characters: Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Im Jaebum, etc. Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you.

Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Dumbness, drinking, mentions of infidelity, annoying-ness, etc.

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A/N: once again i did this on the app so if its barf on your pc i am so sorry ALSO TYPOS AMSJSJSJS

Pabo ❤: ya. U wanna watch smthing w me+mark

Pabo ❤: yayayayayaya wake up its only 7

Pabo ❤: ysaaaaaaaaaaaa

Pabo ❤: r u rly asleep or are u busy? U w Nari???

Pabo ❤: YA

Pabo ❤: R U GOING TO JB'S PARTY

Pabo ❤: YA NARI TOLD ME U WERE GOING

Pabo ❤: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DONT FKING DO THIS

Pabo ❤: YOU HABE NTOING TO PRPVE

Pabo ❤: YAAAAA

Pabo ❤: YAAAAAAAAAAAA PICK UP!!!!

You have 10 missed calls from Pabo ❤

My heart dropped as I rummaged through this tiny, tiny purse that was just an accessory basically. After moments of looking and looking, and coming across with nothing, it was decided. I groaned in utter annoyance and almost ripped my scalp off if it wasn't for the fact I spent hours curling my hair to perfection.

I caNNOT BELIEVE I left my phone at home.

I whine and stomped my feet lightly, not wanting to disturb the driver of the taxi I was in. He didn't deserve that.

I huffed and crossed my arms. Oh well.

This was it, and at least I had my keys and wallet with me. Nothing was going to ruin this.

I wonder if Nari was already there.

I paid the driver once I got to my destination and went my way, inside the exclusive party. I turned to tell the bouncer my name but oddly enough, he spared me no look and simply moved aside and let me in. I... huh, thoughtful?

I blinked rapidly as I walked in the place.

Wait... do you know what that means?

It means I, me, ME, I have an effect on people. But why? It's neve-- wait, is it because-- because of this dress.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stalked down the hallway, making it into the dim, loud, smoky, dizzying place that made my stomach churn and my hands sweat.

Where is Nari?

I chewed the inside of my lower lip and watched where I was going. I went to the sides, avoiding the crowd at all costs, hearing a few heys and some how are you beautiful on the side, making me want to gag though my lips haven't even touched alcohol yet.

Suddenly, a very distinct shriek pierced my ears and I looked up to find the source. And there Nari was with a big grin, waving her hands at me as if I was some sort of celebrity.

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped, shimmying through the crowd. "You bought really did buy the dress!"

I chuckled nervously and nodded. I can't tell her about Jackson.

"Yeah. I... I thought it was about time, y'know, in this long time coming."

"Damn straight, jagiya!" she eeked in approval. "Oh when Jaebum sees you, he's gonna--" she cut herself off and then slapped my arm. I whined at the random action.

"What the h--"

"Jinyoung has been calling me for hours! Why haven't you answered his calls?! Is it because he doesn't want you to go to your ex's party."

My brows quirked, "Jinyoung's been calling me?"

Nari scoffed, and seemed that sh was about to attack me, but then she realized something. "Don't tell me, you forgot your phone again, didn't you?"

I rolled my eyes, "No shit Sherlock! Text Jinyoung and tell him I'm fine, ho."

She rolled her eyes, "You do it!"

"Nari! Just tell him this: she's with me, and is fine."

My best friend gave a prolonged groan and pulled her phone out. "Get me a drink then, ho. Reception is bad by the bar for some reason."

I chuckled and nodded, "Fine. Wait for me here then. I'm not particularly fond of hanging around the bar."

Nari nodded. I moved past her and went through the sea of people, gritting my teeth whenever sweat skin made contact with mine. I shuddered at the revolting atmosphere around me that gave me nothing but revolting sensations. Once I was spat out of the crowd that shoved itself against me, I huffed in both relief and frustration, gripping my glittering dress and strutting to the bar. The bartender gave a smile and nodded, immediately asking, "What can I get you?

I pursed my lips, "The sweetest cocktail you have, please."

"I'll make it sweeter for you." the bartender winks, making my eyebrows raise and my head to pull back. I brushed my sweaty nape and chuckled as the man behind the bar got to preparing my drink.

I laughed quietly by myself as I looked around the place.

JB really knows where the hottest places are at. He'll be a great businessman.

"Hey."

I looked over my shoulder, to where the voice came and looked at the man with widening eyes. His hair grew longer since the last time we met, but it still suited him, because, well, he was him.

"It must be your first time here," he spoke while his pointer and middle finger flattened my hair. It was a habit of his. He took a sip of the drink he had in hand then continued, "And the world must be good to me because it's my birthday."

I looked at him, astonished, in pure and utter disbelief, and chuckled loudly, "Don't you know who I am?"

The man seemed to take the questioning statement as a challenge. He leaned him, smelling his cologne and subtly of alcohol. "I could... know you real good."

I my mind went spinning and I just had to turn away.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I snipped, whipping my head back to him.

His face remained playful, but I saw how slightly his eyes dropped. "No," he replied the same way he did the first time I asked him a similar question.

"No?" I scoffed out a chuckle, "Are you sure? Isn't her name Jisoo or something."

It was then he visibly showed tension.

I felt tears well in my eyes but I blinked them away. I turned away and rubbed my nape, digging my fingers into roots of my hair. "I can't believe you're drunk already. Has your tolerance went down since last year?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What?" I repeated as I looked at him, "Do you really not remember me, Bum-ie oppa?"

Just then the bartender came back with my order and I took it without hesitation. The man before me was struck by lightning or realization. I took a sip of the drink in my hand and then clicked it against his, "Happy birthday, cheater. Good to know you want back what you've broken."

I turned away from him and swayed my hips away from the imbecile. Apparently though, he wasn't embarrassed enough by our encounter and called my name, pulling me by my arm. I looked at him over my shoulder and he dared to push my hair back behind my ear. He spoke my name again and so I reciprocated.

"Jaebum." I spoke with venom.

"Wh-wait. Ya... You look amazing."

I scoffed and roughly pulled my arm out of his grip, "I've always looked amazing, you bastard." I turned around and downed the drink in one go as I walked back into the sea of people.

"Ya! Where's my drink?" Nari asked as I gave her the empty glass. I saw a bunch of frat boys drinking soju and so I pushed my best friend aside and went to them.

"Hey, boys. Can I have some soju?"

They all turned to me and nodded profusely. I then took their bottle and drank it all the way back to Nari. She looked bewildered, mortified at me and my actions. "YA! WHAT THE HELL?"

"Jaebum-ah."

Nari pulled her head back, "Ya! I'm not your cheating ex-" "I saw him." I spoke, out of breath and hot blooded.

"You did?" Nari spoke in surprise and concern.

"Yeah and he thought I was someone else and hit on me!"

"HE HIT ON YOU! WAAHHH WHAT A DOG--" "I'm so pretty he hit on me!"

Nari held back her laughter as I took her hand, "Ya... I need you to take thousands of hot pictures on me okay. I have to show someone."

She chuckled but pulled her phone out, nevertheless. "If that someone is Jaebum, count me in."

"NOOOOO!" I scoffed, "it's Jackson!"

Nari stilled, "who's Jackson?"

"He's my sugar daddy! Ya, don't you know I'm so pretty he asked me to go out on a date with him and pay me a million for it."

The woman threw her head back in laughter.

"YA! I'M NOT LYING!"

"Okay, jagiya. I believe you." Nari breathed out, "Waaah, I can't believe you're already that drunk."

Nari took my pictures and filmed me while I danced and drank, and danced, and drank, and drank again, and again, and I think I seduced Jaebum or something, because the same Nari was pulling me away for something.

I don't know what.

"Here," I was handed to someone like a package.

"She drank a one-fourth bottle of soju, two cocktails and a bunch of half finished drinks from strangers."

I looked at the man I was leaned up against and caressed his cheek, "You're pretty."

He looked down on me with raised eyebrows, "and you smell horrible."

"Ya, Jinyoung-ah, the correct response is to say you're prettier."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrists, spinning around and carrying me behind his back. I grunt and hit my nose of his head, causing both of us to grunt.

Nari whined, "Just let her die, honestly."

"You read my mind." the man I was propped on growled.

"URSA MAJOR IS JUST A HOAX! I'VE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE."

"You can't tell the constellations apart for the life you," Jinyoung noted, adjusting his drip on me.

"You can still dump her body in a dumpster, Jinyoung." Nari offered.

He sighed, "Nah, she's not worth potentially getting caught and sent to jail for."

Jinyoung started walking off and Nari waved goodbye before heading back in. The bouncer however did not let her enter, which made her shout at him in annoyance.

"Yaaaa, stoooop! I still have to take pictures for Jackson!"

"Who's he?"

"He's the one who bought me the dress."

"Ah, you're sugar daddy? Nari sent you your photos for him." Jinyoung spoke as he put me into the front seat of some car.

"How do you know? Did you steal my phone?"

Jinyoung went into the front seat and opened the engine. He chuckled and drove his car back, "She called me, and told me."

"Why would she tell you?"

"Because I called her, knowing you."

"Knowing me?"

Jinyoung drove forward and glance at me quickly, "Knowing how you get around Jaebum."

"Ew! Don't talk about him!"

Jinyoung chuckled softly.

"Nari didn't call you to pick me up though."

"What?"

"She was too busy taking pictures of me. You came here to kidnap me." I spoke, crossing my arms.

Jinyoung pursed his lips as I continued, "I won't give you my heart."

There was silence. The driver gripped the steering wheel. "You can't sell any of my organs to the black market."

Jinyoung gave a breath. His eyes crinkled. "Ya... no one would want any of your organs. You're too unhealthy. Mine on the other hand, would cost billions." The man struck a pose and I hissed between my teeth.

"Who is Jackson though?" a long minute of silence was broken by that sentence. I huffed at the question asked by the person beside me, "I told you, he's my sugar daddy. He's gonna make me rich."

Jinyoung pursed his lips, "Are you seeing him?"

"I'm seeing you, pabo."

There was nothing but silence at this point. "Sure, let's see each other then." Jinyoung spoke after a while, deciding for himself.

I shrugged, "Sure."