#sugardaddyau

[swan0-0lee]

—Playboy | y.jh (M)

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

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

word count ➳ 18.8k (haha my hand slipped 😀)

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

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

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

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

when you think it's too late,

you've already fallen for me,

it's out of your control

you knew everything from the start

and now you're blaming it on me?

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

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

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

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

Yoon Jeonghan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello sir, what can I get you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh god.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry. I didn't see it," the lie comes out easily before you can stop yourself.

Oh god- what the fuck is wrong with you?

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

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

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

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

Your heart almost drops out of your ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh? Me?" You're flabbergasted. "I- I can't...we have rules not to drink-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So he smokes.

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

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

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

"How old is he?"

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

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

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

"Oh yeah? What's the app?" A smirk seems to settle on his face.

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

Huh?

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

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

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

"I'm serious."

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

Your eyes move heavenward at that. "I'm not buying that."

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

Your eyes narrow on him suspiciously. "I- this is too good to be true. I don't know..."

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

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

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

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

"You sure?"

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

This is actually happening. You are actually doing this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This man has amazing self control.

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

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

"Don't do this. It won't end well for you, darling."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just might finally have him tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Words, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He isn't... like- paying you for se-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe, maybe.

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

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

[jeonghan] heyyy babe, how you doing?

[you] just chilling. hby? Working?

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

His text makes you grin like a fool.

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

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

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

[you] Great! Can't wait!!

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

[you] You too 😘

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

Too much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, okay! Let me drop my groceries first!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're my sugar baby. It's my job to take care of you."

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

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

"Mhmm," you hum, grinning as you trail kisses from his cheek to his jaw. A pleasured sigh escapes his lips, blooming pride in your heart. His head turns to capture your lips in a kiss that starts softly, his lips moving against yours in sweet, passionate movements. As soft whimpers begin to come out of your mouth, it turns more heated and he wraps an around your waist pulling you closer while your hands tangle in his hair. His tongue delves into your mouth, dancing against your tongue in needy movements, releasing wet noises of sucking. He pulls back, breathless, and watches you with hazy lust ridden eyes as his thumb reaches to wipe the little smudge of lipstick below your swollen lips. "You taste addicting, darling."

You lean towards him for more but he tuts, pushing you away. "Uh uh. Enough of that." A salacious smile graces his lips as his fingers trail over your thigh before moving towards the high slit of your dress. His finger enters inside the fabric and then inches towards your core, your breath hitching when his fingers softly stroke your inner thighs. "J-jeonghan-" you breathe, knowing where this is going, the anticipation building in your veins. He only replies with a smirk and soft kiss to your temple.

His fingers move your panties to one side underneath your dress and the cool air flowing through the slit hits your exposed sex making you shudder. Ever so gently, just barely, his fingers move over your entrance. You can feel the barest touch of the pad of his fingers on your core and you squirm in your seat, desperate eyes begging him in silence. His eyes never stray from you, watching every little reaction you give and the sharp gasp that elicits from you when he pushes one finger inside you has him grinning in satisfaction.

"Jeonghan- please..." You breathe, trying to grind against what little you have, your hands fisting his suit jacket. All thoughts of time and place are forgotten by you and the only thing in your mind right now is coming on his fingers. The long digit moves swiftly inside your velvety walls making your eyes roll on the back of your head. "More, Jeonghan... please-"

"That's not my name now, is it?" He teases, his breath fanning over your heated cheek. "Daddy! Daddy... please..." You immediately correct yourself and Jeonghan rewards you by pushing another long, bony finger inside you. They move in tandem, stretching your tight walls as you unconsciously part your legs wider. If there was no divider in the limo, the driver would have seen the show you were putting on.

"Feels good?" He whispers in your ear, pressing soft kisses below it. You nod swiftly. "S-so good, daddy." He grins, pleased and cocky before thrusting another finger inside you, this time his ring finger. They waste no time, moving expertly in your hole as you writhe in the plush leather seat, gasps of pleasure falling from your lips at every movement. You can feel your orgasm building.

"Daddy p-please, m-make me come." You pant, eyes closed. "Wanna come, little darling?" He breathes, and you can feel the grin on his lips and the smugness on his tone. Nodding vigorously you agree and Jeonghan hums, before shifting his fingers to press your clit with his thumb. The sudden touch on your sensitive nub makes you whine loudly as you feel yourself throb.

You're so close to your release.

Your hips grind against his digits tirelessly and he keeps rubbing your clit back and forth using his thumb while his fingers curl inside you. Just when you can taste the orgasm, feel it build in your veins, Jeonghan, the evil bastard, takes his hand off you completely. His fingers leave your hope gaping and empty and your clit throbbing painfully with need. "Jeonghan!" You scream, scowling at him at how he ruined your orgasm. You were so fucking close. The bastard has the audacity to laugh as he makes a show of licking his fingers clean making you release a whine of need as you pant.

He's such a fucking tease.

"Be a good girl and you will get come as many times as you want later." His deep baritone and the look he sends your way rakes shivers down your spine and the promise of cumming makes you obediently nod your head. He places a tender kiss on your forehead and just then, the car halts, letting you know you have arrived at your destination. With a rather displeased look on your face and shaky legs, you step out of the limo, Jeonghan's hand in yours.

The evening is spent attending the boring event and throwing fake smiles at strangers when all you can think of is Jeonghan railing you till the bed breaks into two. Which he does, of course, when you return to his home at night. You wouldn't consider yourself as a possessive partner but damn if it didn't irritate you when girls and married women ogled him, some even throwing themselves at him, flirting blatantly when you were right next to him. But it's all good since he ended up in bed with you, raining one after another mind numbing orgasms on you before you finally drift off.

Morning comes in the form of your bladder almost bursting and despite the slight ache in your body, you quickly head towards the bathroom to refresh yourself. After you are clean and fresh, you head outside the bedroom in search of Jeonghan. It's around 7 in the morning so he should be still at home. Your prediction proves accurate as you find him in his study, on his phone, scribbling down something on a piece of paper. He's dressed in his work clothes; a white dress shirt with black pants, a fine piece of watch around his left wrist as his fingers card through his slightly damp hair. You silently appreciate the view from the doorframe and it takes a few moments until he notices your presence.

His appreciative eyes rake down your body, covered only in your panties and one of his t-shirts that reach your thighs. His lips break into a grin and you mirror it before he asks the person on the other end to hold for a second. "Good morning, babe. I need a few more minutes. I'll come find you after I'm done." He smiles at you and you nod, leaving you to his work as you turn on your heel, walking aimlessly through his huge apartment. Your bare feet silently pad against the glossy tiles as you head back to the master bedroom. The room is still messy, the clothes you two discarded last night are still scattered over the floor. You pick your clothes up and start putting them on as you need to leave soon too. After you are dressed, you reach for Jeonghan's shirt and pants, bunching them together in a pile for laundry. His Armani jacket lays haphazardly on the loveseat and you scoff at how he just abandoned such an expensive thing. Little creases have formed on the silky material and with your hands, you try to brush them away and straighten it again. As you sling it over your arm to pick up his tie, a piece of paper drops from one of the pockets.

Intrigued, you pick it up to find a number scribbled in black. At first, you think nothing of it, until you notice a red lip print at the corner of the paper. Your heart sinks as you realize one of his fangirls from last night is the owner of this number. Your head starts running a mile a minute, wondering if Jeonghan is talking to this girl over the phone.

No, that does not make sense. If he was talking with her then this paper wouldn't be here but probably in a dustbin. Besides, despite Jeonghan's track record, he has never disrespected you since you've been with him and he has stated multiple times that he's only interested in you.

Still, you chew on your lip nervously, staring at the piece of paper, insecurity and jealousy blooming inside you. He has given you no reason to distrust him but the nature of your relationship, how it is not exclusive, makes you think that maybe, he is slowly losing interest in you. Whatever it may be, you don't get to dwell on your thoughts for long as the ringing of your phone suddenly alerts you, making you jump. You reach for it and seeing the name at the top of the screen you pick it up immediately.

"Hey, Chan! Good morning." You speak, wondering if something is wrong for him to call so early. You texted him last night, letting him know that you will be with Jeonghan.

"Hey, noona. Morning. Did I wake you?"

"No, I was already up. Is everything okay?" You ask, hands subconsciously fiddling with the paper in your fist. "Everything is fine, don't worry." You hear your brother laugh softly. "I'm just calling to let you know I'll be late today. We have a team project and we're going out of the city today. Will you stay at Jeonghan's tonight?"

"No, I don't think so." You murmur. "Did you have breakfast? Don't forget to pack some food for the road."

"Okay, I will. Don't worry so much," you can feel your brother rolling his eyes. A soft smile sets on your face. "Is Mingyu going with you too? He told me about his new job. I met him yesterday."

"He did?" Chan asks. "Yeah, he's going too. Did he invite you for dinner this weekend? He was talking about it earlier."

"Yep, he did. I was really surprised, you know. But it's great, I'm really happy for him. He looked so excited." You hum, stepping closer to the window, watching the city grow busier from Jeonghan's castle in the sky. "Yes, he is. He wouldn't shut up about it." Chan laughs. "Anyway, I'll see you tonight then. Don't stay up for me if I'm late."

You will but you don't tell him that. "Okay. Be safe. I love you."

"I love you too." The line goes dead and with a sigh, you set your phone down. Jeonghan's jacket still rests on one of your arms, with the piece of paper crushed in your fist. Turning around you find Jeonghan leaning against the doorframe, hands crossed over his chest, watching you.

"Jeonghan!"

"Hey." He smiles. Padding toward you, he reaches for your shoulders, lips coming down to meet yours. Your head tilts up automatically, as you chase his lips, forgetting everything for a second. His eyes move to the jacket on your arm. "Why are you cleaning everything up?" He gives you a fond smile, reaching for the clothing. "I should have done it, sorry. I had so many calls to take this morning."

Shaking your head, you whisper. "It's okay. I had nothing to do anyway." Seeing how cool he is you wonder whether it would be right to bring up what you found in his pocket.

"Let's have breakfast together. I have to leave early today." He drops the jacket on the bed, motioning you to follow him but you stay rooted to the spot, words tangling in your throat. "Jeonghan?"

"Hmm?" He turns around. Inhaling deeply you show him the chit lying in your palm. "This dropped from your jacket's pocket." Frowning, he reaches for it. "What is it?"

His eyes scan the paper and then he seems to realize, "Ah, this? Some girl gave it to me last night. You were in the bathroom then, I think. I took it to be polite." He smiles, his usual, carefree smile as he throws it in the bin.

"Oh." Silently, you stand opposite to him, not knowing what to say or do. "Hey, are you mad?" He steps towards you, tilting his head, eyes watching you intently to see your reaction. "You have nothing to worry about, babe. I swear I forgot about it. You can check my call list if you want."

Groaning you step away from him. "No, Jeonghan! It's okay. I trust you. I just-" you fall silent as your eyes meet his.

"You just what? Tell me?" Jeonghan prods, eyes laced with worry. You sigh, the thoughts racing in your head suddenly sounding silly now that you need to articulate them. "Nothing." You whisper meekly.

"No, ____, tell me!"

"I just wish it wasn't like this!" You cry. "I- I wish some stupid girl didn't just drop her number in your pocket and I wish you didn't take it just to be polite! I wish girls didn't flock around you when I am literally right next to you! I wish- we were more than...this and I wish people knew so that they would stay away." Your voice fades into a whisper as thick tears brim in your eyes. You had not imagined this to go down the way it is. You made yourself believe that you didn't need to express your true feelings, that you would forever be okay with how things are and then say goodbye to each other one day when Jeonghan changes his mind. You imagined yourself to be stronger, different, not one to actually fall for a man like him when you clearly knew how he was.

"What...what are you talking about? I don't understand." The man standing still in front of you, breathes. A frustrated hand moves to rub your temple as you take in a deep breath, trying to get your thoughts together. "Jeonghan, I...like you. More than I should. More than our current relationship allows us to be. I want more. I want you, completely. I want us to be exclusive. I want a relationship, based on love and trust, not money or whatever. I want to love you and if I'm gonna stay with you, then I want you to love me too."

A small frown mars his face. "But I do love you!" He exclaims. "I take you out on dates and we make love or...fuck. Is that not love?" He mutters.

This man is so dense. You sigh, "No Jeonghan, it isn't. Or at least it is not enough for me. I want a future with you. I want to bare myself to you and I wish you'd do the same. I want to build a life with you and I want to be by your side at all times, as a lover, a girlfriend, a partner. I don't want a love in which other girls are gonna chase after you, thinking you are available and you are going to entertain them just to be polite. That's not love Jeonghan and you k-know it!." You can't help the jealousy that rises in your voice towards the end and you hate how pathetic you sound. Jeonghan watches you, carefully, silently, for a very long time and finally, some sort of realization seems to flash in his eyes.

"____," he starts, carding a hand through his black locks. "I don't do...that. I- don't know how or if I even can. I-" he stops, tonguing the inside of his cheek, a storm of emotions in his gaze. "You just need to try, Jeonghan." You murmur softly, a mite of hope blooming in your chest. "You are already so good to me. You- you make me feel so happy and hopeful and cared for without even trying, Jeonghan. I love being with you. Do you not feel the same about me?"

The man remains wordless, staring at the ground with a clenched jaw, hands in his pockets. The stillness and tension in the room make you swallow nervously, the earlier hope you felt fading into nothing. "And if you don't, then you can just say. I won't force you. It'll be better than this, me always hoping for more and we can just end t-this and go on our ways." Your heart breaks as you say those words but you know that it is best if he lets you go now. You are already in too deep and you can't imagine how worse it will be if you stay and then get discarded once he is bored.

"Is this about Mingyu?" He speaks suddenly, his gaze sharp, tone accusatory. The sudden mention of the younger man's name perplexes you and you wonder if you even heard him right. "What!" You yell, confusion painted all over your face.

"No, really, is this about him? You were talking about him earlier on the phone too. Do you like him? Is this your way of wiggling out of this relationship?" Mouth open, you watch him, not believing he just said those words. "You-" tears choke you up as you try to speak, a couple of drops trailing down your face.

How could he say something like that? Does he even hear himself?

"I- am truly, madly, deeply in love with you and yet you say that- You know what, I should leave. You need to get your shit together, Jeonghan. If you really want me, want a real relationship with me, then we can see each other, or this is goodbye." Fire blazes in your eyes as you pin him down with a stare, your heart breaking with each word you utter. You move around, collecting your phone and purse, wiping the occasional stray tears that fall, desperately trying to keep yourself together.

He stays still, like a statue, his face emotionless as he watches you with blank eyes. You miserably hope that he says something, does something, asks you to stay, anything but he doesn't and it shatters your heart even more. So with no more hope, you sling your bag over your shoulder and walk past him, the sound of your feet tapping against the tiles filling the grave silence. Sobs escape you but you try to muffle them, hands clamping over your mouth as you step out his door. But all hell breaks loose when you enter the empty elevator. Tears blur your vision as you hastily press the ground floor button and then sag onto the floor, violent sobs wracking your body, your tears flowing freely as you curl into a ball and just cry, your ugly sobs echoing in the empty elevator.

It's almost 11 at night when you sit on the floor of your living room, eyes set on the TV screen but mind elsewhere, as you keep stuffing your face with chips and occasionally taking sips of beer. Chan has yet to return so you are left with your own company, drowning your sorrow in the beer and the noise of the TV providing you some sort of false assurance. Your stupid self held on to the hope throughout the day that Jeonghan would at least call or text but he didn't and the realization that it is over for good has started to settle in your bones. You are still processing it, wondering where it went wrong, whether it was your fault. But you know it wasn't.

You once again remember how Jeonghan brought up Mingyu for no god damn reason and the memory makes you fume once again.

How dare that asshole! He not only brought that innocent kid up in a conversation which was about him but also he has ghosted you completely, giving you no closure as sit and cry about your broken heart.

The sorrow and pain blanket you so much that you don't take notice of how the front door opens and your brother enters the house, watching you with a confused expression as he stands a few feet away from you. "Noona?" His voice stops the train of your thoughts as your head whips towards him. "Oh! hey, Chan! Welcome back!" A reply, a bit too enthusiastically, trying hard to not let your voice crack.

"I told you not to wait for me," he frowns, stepping closer to you and setting his backpack down on the couch. "I missed you," you wave your hand lazily in the air, turning your face away to hide your puffy eyes now that he's closer. From the corner of your eye, you can see his gaze is on you, concerned and probably judgemental. His eyes scan over the two empty cans of beer lying next to the one you are currently drinking. You swallow, thinking of saying something that will distract him but he's faster than you.

"What's wrong?" His voice is calm, casual, like he's asking you if you've had dinner.

"N-nothing," your stupid voice cracks as you sip your beer, avoiding him. You hear him sigh and then shuffle, as he sits down next to you, legs crossed and reaches for the chips on your bowl. "Hey! Wash your hands first!" You bat his hand away, scowling at him. His gaze meets yours and you know he can clearly see how bloated your face is from all the crying. "I know something is wrong. Tell me, noona." He murmurs, putting a chip in his mouth. "Wash your hands, idiot." You whisper, voice pathetically timid, like you are on the verge of falling apart.

"I will after you tell me what's wrong." He says, getting comfortable, resting his back on the couch behind you. You heave a frustrated sigh, combing a hand through your hair as you decide to just stare at the TV. Your brother does the same to for a while and you sigh in relief, thinking he has dropped the topic. But he keeps surprising you.

"It's about him, isn't it?" His voice is calm, confident and you mentally curse your brother for reading you so well. "Did you two break up? Did that asshole cheat on you?" His pitch raises at the end as he leans closer to look at your face.

"No Chan! He didn't cheat! It's- complicated." You mutter.

"Is it? He hurt you, that's clear. What did he do?"

"Nothing! He did nothing! That's the problem!" You yell, groaning in frustration as you rest your head on the coffee table. Chan stays silent and you know he's waiting for you to continue. "I- I wanted more. He didn't or maybe did- I don't know. He- he said nothing. I poured out my heart to him and he just stood there, saying nothing. I left and he didn't stop me." A small, pitiful sob crawls out of your mouth as you sniffle. Perhaps what hurt you most was how he didn't stop you when you left, how he didn't even acknowledge your words, how he didn't give you anything, not a yes or a no, just silence. Utter, haunting silence.

That's what broke your heart so much. Did the past few months mean so little to him that he just decided to get you out of his hair like that?

"He's an asshole for that. You deserve better." Chan murmurs as one of his hands reach out to softly pat your back. You huff, frustrated at your overwhelming emotions as you peek a look at him. "We shouldn't be talking about my pathetic love life. I should ask you how your trip went."

"It was fine. Nothing exciting to talk about. And I like hearing you talk, whatever it is. You always look out for me. I barely get to do the same." He averts his gaze from you, a pink tint coating his cheeks and you can't help but laugh, seeing your grumpy little brother be sappy. "I really appreciate it, Chan. And you always look out for me. Who says you don't?" You wipe your eyes and take his hand in yours to squeeze it reassuringly.

"I do. You- you are always working so hard for me. You take care of me all the time. You barely have time for yourself or do something for yourself anymore because of me." Your brother whispers, a look of guilt sitting on his face as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt. Your heart breaks at the sight.

"Chan, no, that's not true. At all." You shuffle closer to him, voice pleading. "And I like taking care of you. You are my brother, it is my duty."

He sighs, saying nothing and you can see his eyes getting misty. Words get stuck in the back of your throat, seeing your brother like this. He is the type to rarely show his emotions and witnessing him like this hurts you deeply because you realize he has kept his pain all to himself. You struggle to say something to comfort him, to tell him it's all good but he suddenly clears his throat, sitting up straight and looking at you. "Anyway. I have some good news to share."

"Oh?" You blink.

"Remember the modeling gig Mingyu got? Well...I applied too and they accepted me."

"Wait- what? Really?!" You yell, eyes widening like saucers as a huge grin spreads on your face. Your brother nods, smiling shyly and you engulf him into a hug. "Chan congratulations! I'm so proud of you my handsome brother!"

He laughs. "Oh please. But thanks, noona. My first shoot is next week." He says, trying to free himself from your hold. "I'll be sure to drop by." You grin.

"You don't have to but okay."

You wave him off, reaching for the unopened beer can on the table. "We need to celebrate. Here." You open the can and then shove it in his hand before clinking yours to it. "Cheers." As you finish your can, you say. "I'll make you a nice meal for you tomorrow. Or maybe we should go out. What do you say? My treat."

Your brother laughs at your enthusiasm, shaking his head. "Anything you make will be fine. And I want to treat you after I get my pay."

"Okay, I'll hold you on to that." You send a teasing look his way and he chuckles, shaking his head. A comfortable silence stretches in the air, as you two mutely watch the TV while sipping your beers. You feel a lot better than you did earlier as the thoughts of Jeonghan do not haunt every cell of your brain anymore. And you want to keep it this way.

When you're about to get up to grab some more snacks, Chan suddenly speaks.

"Forget about him, noona." He murmurs, eyes trained on the TV screen. He doesn't even look your way, almost like he's alone here, talking to himself. "I'll work hard. For you, for us. I'll make so much money that even he won't be able to compete. And I'll take care of you. Pay you back for everything you've done for me."

Your eyes once again become glossy as you watch your brother in silence. He resumes sipping on his beer, occasionally reaching for the bowl of chips, acting like he did not just say all that. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you move your eyes towards the TV, murmuring, " You don't have to but thank you. For saying that."

Your brother only hums from beside you and a small, content smile sits on your face as you both sit in silence, huddled close to each other, watching the TV.

-

It's early morning on the weekend when your beauty sleep is interrupted by your bursting bladder. With half open eyes, you waddle towards your bathroom, bumping into things as you are still tired from all the laughing and drinking from last night. It was Mingyu's treat at a Korean barbecue restaurant. You and Chan went, along with a few of their friends. It was fun, more than you had expected as it got your mind off of everything. They were great company, chatty, lively, fun and it was easy to lose track of time. When you and Chan returned home it was almost two in the morning but you didn't regret it. Mostly. It has been a long time since you had this much fun but you wish you drank a little less as you still feel your head ache.

Quickly washing your hands, you make your way back to your bed, stumbling along the route as you get comfortable beneath the comforter again. Snuggling into the pillows, you close your eyes, almost traveling back to dreamland but a certain sound garners your attention, preventing your slumber. It sounds distant, like a bell ringing and you think you are dreaming. But then, you hear it a couple more times and you sit up, eyes half closed, silently cursing under your breath. Your eyes move to your bedside clock.

7:05 am.

Who the fuck is at the door this early on a weekend?

Grumbling to yourself, you scramble out of your bed, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes as you open the door to your room.

"You really have some balls showing up here, on a weekend morning at that." Your sleep-ridden brain takes a while to process that the voice is Chan's.

"Please- just- let me talk to her."

The second voice, however, doesn't take much time to be registered by your foggy mind. His voice sends shivers up your spine and suddenly you are wide awake, alert, your heart beating like it just ran a marathon.

"Get the fuck out or I will kick you out myself." You hear Chan threaten and you immediately step into the common area, eyes wide as you watch your brother stand on the threshold of the main door, his frame hiding another person. "Chan!" Your voice calls automatically. He turns around and another head pops up from behind him, making your heart skip a few beats.

Jeonghan.

His pleading eyes are the first thing you notice— a spark flickering through them as they meet yours, followed by the faint bags underneath his eyes. His hair is disheveled but the most bewildering thing other than his sudden appearance is his outfit— he's wearing a literal three-piece suit.

Why is he dressed for work on a weekend morning? And why does he look so exhausted?

"Do you want me to throw this sleazeball out?" Chan turns to look at you and your eyes widen at his words. A part of you wants to scold him for his words but the other, bigger part of you puffs in pride. Your little brother just called a billionaire sleazeball right at his face. He really wasn't kidding when he said he's gonna take care of you from now on.

However, you have a lot of questions that need to be answered so you send a proud, reassuring smile his way. "It's alright, Chan. I got this." Your eyes move to Jeonghan, "My room." You mouth, turning on your heel. Begrudgingly, Chan moves out of Jeonghan's way but not before sending a burning glare at the older man as he hurries inside.

With Jeonghan tailing you, you pad into your bedroom and he closes the door behind him. Your room isn't perfect right now, your unkempt bed and messy dresser make you a little embarrassed but shove those thoughts away, clearing your throat as you start making your bed, something to keep you a little distracted and less agitated. "Sit." You murmur, well aware that Jeonghan's eyes are burning into you. He follows your word as he gently sits down at a corner of your bed, his eyes wandering around your room. Silence prevails as you fix your pillows and fold your blanket before sitting down beside him but maintaining a safe distance.

With the corner of your eye, you watch him stare at the ground, chewing on his lower lip as he fidgets with his fingers. You sigh, "I'm sure you haven't shown up at my place this early on a weekend to just sit in silence."

Your voice seems to break him out of a trance, "Hmm? No, I- I actually came straight from the airport. I was in Singapore the past few days."

That explains his tired look and crinkled clothes. Your heart thuds loudly as you wonder what made him rush to you straight from the airport. But you stop yourself from being too hopeful and stare at him as boredly as possible, waiting for him to continue. He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. "Anyway. I...I have a lot to say to you."

"I'm sure you do." You can't help the sarcasm in your voice, setting your eyes on the ground.

"I- I am sorry," Jeonghan announces suddenly, a desperate note in his voice. You're surprised at how he cuts to the chase. "I am really sorry for that day, for bringing Mingyu up for no reason. I- I was a coward, okay? I- everything you said was true and it caught me really off guard and before I knew it I was saying those stupid shit but you have to know I didn't mean them." Even though your eyes are not on him, you know he's looking at you with the most pleading gaze. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you say nothing and stare harder at your feet, trying to keep the tears at bay.

A short silence follows before he whispers, "I want more too. I want you completely to myself too. I want to build a life with you too. After you left, it felt like my heart was ripped into two, as cheesy as it sounds. I realized what an idiot I was and I swear I was about to go after you until I got a call and I had to fly out to Singapore immediately." He breathes, his voice the softest. You don't dare move, afraid that if you move, this moment will break and you will wake up to realize everything was just a dream.

Jeonghan sighs quietly, rubbing his temples, "I thought about you and me long and hard for the past few days. And I realized how much joy you bring into my life and how much I hate being away from you. Without knowing I've fallen for you too and I can't imagine my life without you anymore. Yes, I had different thoughts before but that was just me being a stubborn asshole. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours. I'm...done playing. I like you, ____. Fuck, I love you."

You can't stop yourself from looking over at him, the passion and need in his voice pulling you like a siren's call, your eyes wildly searching his face for any clue on whether he is joking. But you're met with an expectant, almost shy gaze as he watches you with bated breath, pupils blown out as if he himself just realized his feelings.

"I-" Whatever you wanted to say, dies on your throat. You struggle to find the right words as your brain becomes a mushy pile of mess, tears brimming in your eyes. "Do- do you m-mean it?"

"I do."

A lone tear makes its way down your cheek as you shake your head at the incredulity of the situation. Half of you still can't believe that this is real while the other half weeps in happiness, not knowing what else to do. You don't realize you are quietly sobbing until you feel Jeonghan rest the gentlest of hands on your shoulder, as he scoots closer to you. "Hey," he calls for you, pushing the stray hair out of your face to take a look at you. Your misty eyes confuse him as he retracts his hand from your shoulder,

"I- did I do something wrong? Do you not feel the same about me anymore?"

Despite the situation, you can't help but roll your eyes. This man is so fucking dense when it comes to emotions. Sighing, you wipe your eyes and sit straighter, turning to look at him. "What do you mean I don't feel the same about you anymore?" You glare at him. "I couldn't get you out of my mind ever since I last saw you, asshole. How could I? I fucking love you. I was mad at you- maybe still am but I love you so freaking much, Yoon Jeonghan." The tears you wiped away start to reappear as you utter your fragile truth while trying to stay mad at him. As you hear yourself say the words, you once again realize just how much you mean them, how much he means to you.

Jeonghan, however, seems elated, as the playful spark in his eyes return, accompanied by happiness as his lips break into the sweetest grin which you can't help but reciprocate.

He doesn't say anything but wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest where you immediately melt. It's your safe place; his strong arms, his warmth, the rhythm of his heartbeat, his intoxicating scent. You bury your nose into his chest, arms gripping his waist tightly as you feel all the stress and worry melt away. You are happy, happier than ever, safe and you feel like you can do anything in the world right now. Jeonghan's fingers repeatedly stroke your hair as he whispers, "I'm sorry for being an asshole. I'm sorry it took me so long. I'm so sorry."

"Well...I can forgive you if..." You pull back from his arms as your eyes wander to his pink lips and whisper shyly, "you kiss me right now." Jeonghan smirks, happy, surprised, proud and he wastes no time to attach his lips to yours. Fireworks go off in your head as you revel the feeling of his soft lips against yours, his addictive taste that you so desperately craved. Your tongues dance against each other passionately as you lose yourself in his taste and touch. Moaning, one of your hands moves to push off his blazer from his shoulder as he shuffles, moving on top of you, pushing you backward on the bed. Your hands aimlessly claw his back as you try to wrap your legs around his waist, wanting him closer.

"Wait- fuck." Jeonghan pants, resting his weight on his arms as his blown out pupils meet yours. "I- I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not here for sex... so if you don't want to, we-"

"Who are you and what have you done with Jeonghan?" You tease, raising a brow at his attitude. Jeonghan rolls his eyes. "I'm serious."

"So am I. Who's this gentleman and where is the playboy I know?" You fake frown, pretending to scrutinize his face. Jeonghan sighs in defeat. "He's gone for good. However, if you don't like this gentleman, then I have no choice but to bring out the demon." His voice deepens as he nips on your jawline before trailing down towards your neck where he licks and bites until pretty marks form. "Oh yeah?" You sigh, eyes falling shut as you squeeze the bedsheets in your hands. "Let's see how rough you can be." You challenge. Jeonghan stops his ministrations to take a look at you and once he realizes you're serious, his demeanor completely changes. He sits up and commands, "Take your shirt off, little brat. Don't make me repeat myself."

You spring into action, a coy smile sitting on your face as you quickly take the clothing off, pussy throbbing at his deep voice, his no-nonsense tone and the heated gaze he sends your way.

Once your top half is naked his hands reach for your pajamas but not before drinking in your naked form, his eyes scanning every inch of your naked half hungrily. In a swift tug, they come off and when he sees you're not wearing any underwear, he cocks a brow at you as heat flares in your face. "No underwear huh?" He chuckles, tossing your pajamas behind him. Leaving you squirming, touch starved, and butt naked on the bed, he stands up and starts taking his shirt off, painfully slow. He sees the clear desperation in your eyes which makes him grin predatorily. Your eyes move along with his hands as you openly ogle every inch of skin that comes into view. Once the shirt is off, he removes his belt and then his pants and boxers as they bunch around his thighs. What you were waiting for finally comes into view and you let out an unabashed moan, pussy clenching at the sight of his hard, bobbing length.

"Please," you whisper automatically, eyes meeting his turbulent gaze as you swallow at the thought of his length inside your mouth. You've only sucked him off a couple of times, during which you couldn't even fit it whole inside your mouth. Jeonghan had been patient with you, guiding you through it and pulling you off of him too quickly, saying you will get hurt. However, you feel like he won't be doing that today and a shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

"What are you doing? Come over here and suck like a good girl." He orders and you immediately crawl towards the end of your bed, hands reaching to pump the base of his throbbing length. The pink tip leaks a few beads of precum and focusing your eyes on him, you give him a kittenish lick, his taste coating your mouth. Moaning, you wrap your lips around the swollen tip, sucking his cock head, eyes never leaving his. Hissing, he grabs a fistful of your hair. "I said, suck."

His tone makes your pussy gush as you happily do so, enveloping his length with your mouth, until you feel him touch the back of your throat and he isn't even fully inside yet. Pulling back, you take a deep breath before diving back in and you don't stop until you can feel him in your throat, his full length lodged inside your mouth. Tears leak out of your eyes as you breathe through your nose, trying not to gag as your pussy throbs.

"Oh fuck-" Jeonghan grunts, head lolling back as you feel the grip on your hair strengthen. "Fuck, that feels so good." His praises make your pussy leak as you start bobbing your head with new vigor, one of your hands trailing down to rub yourself, the sinful sight of Jeonghan moaning making you extremely needy.

He picks up pace, hips thrusting into your mouth faster as his hands hold an iron grip on your head. Tears now freely stroll down your face, as you simply keep your jaw slack, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth, letting Jeonghan fuck your face. Your hands work on your clit, rubbing it in fast motions, trying to bring yourself to an orgasm.

"Fuck, are you touching yourself, dirty girl?" Jeonghan hisses, craning his head to one side as his eyes focus on your fingers playing with your pussy. "Does sucking me off turn you on that much? Dirty slut." Jeonghan smirks, making you mewl as you increase the movement of your fingers, your orgasm approaching quicker due to his filthy words. Just when you are about to fall into your orgasm, he pushes your mouth off of his length as he breathes heavily, dark eyes watching you. "Get your hands off your pussy." He orders making you whine.

"Please-"

Impatient, he does it himself as he pries your fingers away from your core before pushing you back onto the bed. He then takes off his pants and boxers before crawling on top of you, a predatory glint in his eyes as he watches your heated face, eyes full of need, beckoning him closer. "I need to come inside you." He whispers, more to himself than you as his lips trail over your earlobe and then down your jawline.

"P-please do." You beg, heavy breaths falling from your lips. "Mhmm. I will. But I need to prep you first." He moves down towards your pussy but your desperation stops him. "Don't n-need it. Please, just f-fuck me." Your hands grab his biceps, eyes silently begging him. Jeonghan halts. "Are you sure, darling? I don't wanna-"

"Please! I can take it. J-just fuck me." You whine, your desperation reaching its tipping point. The need to have him inside you right now is enough to make you go mad.

You want to point out how you are literally dripping onto the bed, a wet patch forming on the sheets but instead, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer before reaching out to cup his cheek. "Please, I've missed you. Need you, daddy."

Your soft voice, paired with the needy, doe-eyed look you give him is enough to make Jeonghan lose his damn mind. With a growl, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss as his hands move to line up his cock to your pussy. "You asked for it." He warns and that's all you get before he's pushing his entire length inside you, a high pitched shriek falling from your lips as an overwhelming feeling of fullness consumes your entire body.

"Careful babe, don't want your little brother hearing us," Jeonghan whispers lowly, his warm breath tickling your ear and you can feel the bastard smirk cockily. Biting your lip, you refrain from making any more noise as Jeonghan increases his pace, his sharp thrusts hitting so deep inside you, your whole body shakes. Mindless babbles fall from your lips as your hands clutch into his back tightly, your nails digging into his skin which makes Jeonghan hiss in pleasure. "Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long." He mutters, eyes moving onto your face, the fucked out look on you making him groan, as he buries his head in your neck, painting the skin with pretty marks.

"Please...gonna come- make m-me come." you plead and Jeonghan listens, one of his hands moving to push a couple of his fingers into your mouth. "Suck," He commands softly, dark eyes watching as you wrap your lips around his digits, sucking them sloppily like it is his cock, never breaking eye contact. Spikes of pleasure shoot throughout your veins as he retreats his fingers from your mouth and places them on your sensitive nub. "Oh my god!" You wail, eyes falling shut as your body arches at his touch.

Jeonghan starts playing with your clit, rubbing it swiftly before pulling and pinching it between his index and thumb. His mouth showers kisses and nips on your neck and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure consumes you, the tightly winded coil in your gut snapping as you feel a violent orgasm wreck your body. Jeonghan comes with you, releasing deep inside you in thick spurts, his breathy noises prolonging your orgasm. You think you almost black out for a second before you feel Jeonghan pick up the pace again as he whispers. "One more love, wanna feel you come one more time."

His soft whisper sends shivers down your spine and without thinking, you nod, holding him tightly, burying your face in his neck. Your brain has stopped functioning properly long ago and all you can feel are the way Jeonghan's hips snap into you and the warmth radiating from him. You feel vulnerable yet safe at the same time as you hold his body close to yours and breathe in his scent.

"G-gonna come again," you mewl into his neck, making him huff as he grunts. "Yeah? Me too baby. Come on, come for me, my love."

His sweet words paired with the way his lips venture down towards your breasts, sucking and biting while one of his hands plays with your oversensitive clit make you release a loud cry of his name. Soon after, you come for the second time, your orgasm brain numbing, making your toes curl and your whole body twitch. Jeonghan feels you tighten around him as you come and he can't hold back either as he fills you up for the second time, calling your name softly, his warm breathes fanning your face.

Your ears ring and you are too tired to move a muscle as you lie there, with Jeonghan panting harshly on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. For a while there is silence, nothing other than the harsh breathing of you both before you feel Jeonghan soften and slide out of you, making his release drip down your pussy and you wince. He collapses next to you and wastes no time to pull you close, your sweaty bodies tangling into a mess but you don't mind. The safety and comfort of being in his arms post orgasm, no worries whatsoever and hearing his heartbeat is enough to lull you to sleep. And you are almost drifting off when he suddenly asks. "You wanna tell me about that notification from Sugar and Spice?"

You blink, prying your tired eyes open as you peek a look at him. The view takes your breath away, the early morning sun falling on one side of his face, bathing it in an angelic glow, accentuating his features, his hair messily falling over his face and a soft, playful smile resting on his face. Your heart beats loudly in your ears and you realize you just fell in love with him all over again.

"Babe?" He calls, a knowing smirk on his face. "I know I'm gorgeous but can you stare at me later?" His voice snaps you out of his thoughts as you roll your eyes, hitting him in the chest softly. He props his body on one of his elbows and peeks at your face, waiting for your explanation and a shy smile sets on your face as you think about the answer to his question.

A few days ago, on an afternoon when you were bored and broken hearted, you logged into the sugar daddy app to go through it one last time before deleting it. Just for fun, you had typed in what you were looking for, waiting for the app to find you a match and lo and behold, it matched you with Jeonghan. You had screamed, half surprised and half annoyed at how that man wouldn't just leave you alone. And somehow, as you were throwing the tantrum, you accidentally liked his profile.

How smooth.

"I was so confused when I got the notification." Jeonghan grins seeing you smile at the memory. "Wanna explain that?" He wiggles his brows. You shove his face away. "Ugh. I just logged into it for fun. I was gonna delete it anyway. Your stupid app matched me with you." Jeonghan feigns hurt. "How could you call it stupid? I'd say it is a very good app because we're a perfect match and now you're my girlfriend." He links his fingers with yours, nuzzling your neck as heat flares through your face.

Girlfriend. Right.

"You wanna tell me why you have a profile on your app? Were you looking for a new sugar baby?" You narrow your gaze at him. Jeonghan's eyes widen. "No! I created my profile long ago, just after I launched it. I mean, I made it so..."

"Mhmm." You hum, snuggling closer to him. "I deleted mine, just so you know. I've already found my sugar daddy."

"Oh? Just a sugar daddy? Not a boyfriend or something?"

"Yeah, that too." Your eyes remain closed as you shrug like it's no big deal making him laugh quietly. "Well, just so you know, I've found my soulmate, lover, girlfriend...whatever they call it." He breathes, pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips. His words make your heart melt and you pout your lips for more kisses but he retreats, a cocky smile on his face as he leaves you hanging. "Now let's clean you up, darling."

"Asshole." You mutter under your breath and a smack lands on your ass making you squeal. You turn your head to see Jeonghan heading for your bathroom, throwing a wink at you. With a love-struck smile, you snuggle back into your bed, listening to Jeonghan hum a tune from the bathroom.

Later, after he has cleaned and dressed you up and put on his clothes, Jeonghan heads out of your bedroom, claiming he has to bond with his brother-in-law. His words and the way he so casually announces them give your stomach butterflies; the thought of a future with Jeonghan making your heart melt.

As you lie in your bed hearing your boyfriend and your brother talk from the other room— thankfully and surprisingly not fight, you reach for your phone and look for Sugar and Spice in the app store. Biting your lip, your hands glide over the keyboard as you type out a review.

Five stars. Highly recommend this app. Started out looking for a sugar daddy but ended up with so much more. Give it a try guys and you just might get lucky like me.

Shutting your phone down, you clutch it to your chest and stare at your ceiling, a wide, goofy grin on your face. For probably the first time in your life you feel so happy, so complete, so at peace. Hearing the muffled laughter of Jeonghan and Chan from the other room warms your heart further, making you feel like everything is okay and it is. Sighing in content, you get up from your bed and step out of your room, joining your brother and your boyfriend as they watch a game on the TV. Jeonghan pulls you next to him and with a shy smile, you snuggle close to him, not before raising a surprised so-you-are-getting-along-with-him brow at your brother who rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath as he excuses himself to the kitchen.

You get comfortable next to Jeonghan, linking your hands with his, eyes trained on the TV screen as he nuzzles his face in your hair before pressing a kiss on your temple. "I love you," he whispers.

"I love you, too." You smile, holding his hand tighter.

And it doesn't get much better than this.

A/N 2: Funny thing, the day I was writing the scene where Dino says he got the modeling gig was the day when Elle Korea released their recent photoshoot with Dino lol. anyway, if you have any drabble requests regarding this couple then my asks are always open. if you enjoyed this please comment and share and you can buy me a kofi here!

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[allrisehyukhae]

[kumo-is-kumo]

just a lil jar (of sweets)

ravn/seoho (seojo)

nc17

sugardaddyau, sugardaddy youngjo, uni student seoho, 10 years age gap, romance, fluff, smut, kisses

22k

ao3

[bts-au-recs]

Fake Sugar

Author:  minverse

Relationship: Jinkook

Status: Complete

Word Count:  87,597

Summary: "I guess," Jungkook pauses momentarily to inhale a deep, bracing breath, "I would just want you to come to my work events and laugh at my jokes and don't correct people if they imply that we're doing it."

"Having sex, you mean," Jin clarifies gently, and Jungkook chokes on air. If his face was any redder, Jin would insist on taking him to the hospital. Jungkook clears his throat, obviously trying to play off the strangled, choked sound as a casual cough.

"Yes. Doing... sex."

(Hedge Fund wunderkind and Certified Awkward Gay Jungkook needs a sugar baby to show off at work, and Professional Competitive Eater and Objectively Beautiful Human Jin just wants to stop working shitty side-jobs. Fake Sugar Daddy AU. A trope and a half.)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14707098/chapters/33987549

[turkcentric]

That alone was enough to put a smile on the Turk's face, hands resting upon his hips as he stood there, pleased. "Oh ya do, do ya?"

  “I miss Sadik…”

[softmtherfcker]

Ereri Haven Ereri week day 5: Sugar Daddy pt 1

[sabrinabean713]

I’m dying

Well not really but I’m struggling. No voice, slept horribly, everything hurts.

Here’s hoping tonight is better sleeping wise and my voice is back tomorrow

I did get a lot of fan fictions read last night though! Also I now know there needs to be more sugar daddy au solangelo cause I can’t find any! Please send some if you know of any!! (Did find one that’s Percy x Jason that’s A+. Will send link for anyone who asks)

[t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o]

Sugar

Pt. 2

I’m sorry this took so long to post, pleas forgive me. I hope it lives up to expectations.

Warnings: this is by far the dirtiest thing I have ever written (be kind to me please) smut, dirty talk, spanking, swearing.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

@wanderingmendes (don’t hate me) 

~T-Rex 🦖💕

Shawn slowly opens his eyes, hand shooting out to hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. Sighing and stretching his muscles out slightly, before turning his head to look at you. Smiling softly as he looks at your sleeping face, slowly he gets out of bed. 

Pressing a kiss to your cheek and heading into the bathroom. He shuts the door as he starts to prepare for his day, running a hand through his hair. Humming to himself as he starts the shower, running a hand down his stubbly face. Before starting his morning routine, going a little slower than he usually would. Enjoying being home for his first time in awhile. 

~45 minutes later~

“Good morning baby.” Shawn says as he comes out of his closet. Doing his tie and smiling at your disheveled state. You yawn and roll in the giant bed, causing your blankets to bunch around your chest. Frowning as you see him dressed in suit pants and a crisp button down.

“I know...I know you’re upset I have to go work. But if you’re a good girl all day, you’ll get a treat when I get home.” He tells you, sitting on the side of the bed.

“I have to wait all day?” You whine, pouting out your lips slightly and frowning. He smiles a bit and slips his hand under the blankets. Finding your thigh and gently squeezing before moving over to your clothed center.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll like the treat I have planned for you sweetheart.” He responds, gently rubbing circles over your entrance.

“Can’t you call in? Or just stay here...be late.” You murmur, breath hitching as he slides your panties to the side. Running his fingers through your folds, collecting some of the wetness.

“But if I do that...you won’t be able to enjoy tonight.” Shawn tells you, raising an eyebrow as he rubs gentle circles on your clit. You whimper quietly and restrain yourself from grinding down on his hand.

“P promise?” You ask looking up at his face, his eyes a honey color.

“I promise you’ll love it.” He assures before leaning in to kiss you sweetly. Pulling his hand away and fixing your panties.

“You touch yourself and I’m spanking that ass red tonight understood?”

“Yes sir.” You whisper, sucking on your bottom lip as he stands from the bed. Watching as he goes to his closet again, he comes back out with a suit jacket.

“I’ll see you tonight, let you know when I’m on my way home.” He tells you, you nod a bit and sit up in bed.

“One more?” Shawn smiles as he steps over to you, pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him softly, smiling into it as he pecks your lips again quickly.

“I love you princess.”

“I love you too...have a good day.” You say watching as he leaves the room. You sigh softly and get out of bed, tugging your hair from its braid. Running your hands through the tangles gently, before going to pick out an outfit.

“Good morning Clara.” You say to the cook, watching as she makes your favorite. French toast with cream cheese filling and strawberries on top.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” She asks, smiling at you sweetly.

“I slept pretty good actually. How is Clause?” She hums softly before beginning to tell you about his antics of catching their dog last night. 

Nodding along you hum at appropriate times, rubbing your thighs together as you think of Shawn. Feeling your phone buzz in the pocket of your robe. You lift it up and smile as you see the message across the screen.

From: Shawn ❤️

‘You better be ready for me when I get home. Because these people are already on my nerves and I’ll need some good stress relief baby girl.’

To: Shawn ❤️

‘Oh I’ll be ready...it’s you who should be ready sir.’

You slip your phone back into your pocket, groaning as the older woman slides the plate across the counter to you.

“It smells so good.” You almost whimper, grabbing your fork and cutting off a piece.

“Yep...yep it’s good. Thank you Clara.” You say, cutting off more and chewing. She smiles softly and starts cleaning up after herself. Watching as you scroll through your Instagram, double tapping pictures. 

Smiling as you answer Shawn’s messages when they filter in. She leaves you to yourself, not wanting to disturb your good mood at all.

~6 pm~

You bite your lip as you smooth out the blue lace of your teddy. Admiring the way it hugs your curves and how it looks on your skin. The straps tied around your neck, making the top of it pull your breasts up. 

“Honey?” Shawn calls as he comes up the steps, smiling widely you pull on your black silk robe.

“You said be...what’s with the face? Do you not like it?” You ask seeing his expression go from shock to an almost pained state.

“I love it baby girl...but we have to go to a small get together...don’t give me that tone. It’s all over your face.” You cross your arms over your chest, huffing an angry breath.

“You promised me.”

“And I never said I wouldn’t fulfill that promise. Now please go get dressed so we can get going.” He says going towards his closet, walking past you and smacking his hand down on your left butt cheek.

“Give me an attitude again sweetheart...and we’ll see about that promise.” He tells you in an even tone, you shiver slightly as he walks away. 

Going into your own closet, you sift through your rack of dresses. Smiling as you pull down one of your favorites, which also happens to be a new purchase.

“Oh baby...you...wow.” Shawn says smiling as he takes his eyes up your body. Admiring the baby pink heels on your feet and the dress gracing to your body.

“You like it? Just got it a few days ago...figured it’d be good in a situation like this.” You say doing a little twirl.

“I like it very much.” He murmurs standing up to his full height and resting his hand on your hip. Bringing his other hand up to cup your face before running down to your mouth. Gently letting his thumb rub over your lips, before tugging the bottom one down slightly.

“You’re gonna be a good girl tonight right? Play nice with the other girls?”

“Yes sir.” Shawn hums softly and leans in to kiss you gently. You kiss him back before letting him pull you from your bedroom. Grabbing your clutch on the way out, your heels clicking against the hardwood floors.

“This dress is very pretty baby girl.” Shawn tells you as he drives to the upscale party.

“Thank you...I really like it.” He smiles while he rests his hand on your thigh. Squeezing gently and letting his fingers rest high on your skin. You wrap your hand around his, trying not to shudder at his touch. 

Having been worked up all day from his teasing messages and morning antics. Shawn smiles softly as he glances at you, seeing the slight flush on your chest. Knowing just how tense he’s had you all day making his own stomach twist in anticipation.

“Be good.” Shawn whispers in your ear as you step out of the elevator. Both of you parting ways as he joins his work buddies and you find the bar.

~2 hours later~

“My good girl.” Shawn murmurs in your ear as he passes you at the party, gently squeezing your wrist. You look after him, a soft scowl set on your lips. 

Before looking back at Angela, the older woman rambling about the newest thing her husband has done. You glance over to see Shawn talking with Geoff and Ian. Sighing quietly and sipping at your vodka and cranberry.

“What are your thoughts on it dear?” Angela asks, looking at you with pointed blue eyes.

“I uh...honestly I wasn’t listening to a thing you said.” You reply, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

“Oh all of you teenage lovers are the same. Come for the sex, stay for the money.” She sighs, laughing quietly and swirling her martini around. You open your mouth to say something, anger building up in your chest.

“Princess, I want you to come talk with some of my friends please.” Shawn says appearing at your side, gently sliding his hand under your elbow.

“I...Shawn did you hear what she just said about me?” You snap angrily, glaring up at him lips set into a deep frown.

“I did, and we will discuss it later...put that pretty smile that I love on your lips and say hello to some of my friends.”

“I want to go home.” You state, stopping in the middle of the room. He looks down at you, eyebrows creasing slightly.

“Sweetheart, don’t be difficult.”

“I’m going home.” Pulling your arm from his grasp you turn away from him. Heading for the elevators, rage bubbling low in your stomach. Shawn smiles softly as he passes a few people, embarrassment filling his chest. He watches as you disappear into a lift, letting the doors close as you stare at him.

 Eyes filled with an unreadable emotion, before you smile sweetly at him while waving. He grits his teeth while waiting for the next elevator. Shawn slowly walks across the car park, seeing you just a few feet ahead of him. He unlocks his Jeep, watching you climb into it. 

Slamming the door and huffing an angry breath, you turn your body from his. Staring out the window and willing the angry tears from your eyes. The older doesn’t say anything as he drives, contemplating in his head how he will handle this. Not noticing the drive passing until he is pulling into the driveway. Pressing the button for the garage door, watching it slowly open. 

Showing off your own matching Jeep, the only difference being the purple rims and charcoal grey color of the body. He looks over just as you slam the car door shut in his face. Taking a deep breath he gets out of his own car, rubbing his temple as he watches your hips sway slightly. 

You furiously toss your clutch onto the kitchen counter, resting your palms flat against it. Shawn coming into the house next and undoing his tie, frowning deeply at you.

“I cannot believe you did that.” He says disappointment evident in his tone.

“You didn’t even care that she basically called me a whore who gets paid to have sex with you! You didn’t say anything to her!” You state not turning around to face him, a scowl set onto your lips.

“I told you we would talk about it later, but you had to be a brat and storm out. Making me look like a fool in front of everybody there. I told you to come with me to say hello to my friends because I like having you there with me.” He says calmly, leaning against the opposite counter. Arms crossing over his chest, making his muscles bulge slightly.

“You like having me there to show off to the guys Shawn, don’t lie. They all bring their stupid bimbo girlfriends to these events. Well I am not stupid and I am not a bimbo.” He takes a deep breath in and clenches his jaw.

“I never said you were stupid or a bimbo...god why are you so difficult.” You whip around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m the difficult one? You were the one leaving me with her all night knowing how she treats me! I would have better luck talking to a two year old...wait that’s who I’m talking to now.” You seethe, he looks up to meet your gaze. Anger evident in his chocolate eyes, frown deep on his face.

“May I remind you who the older one is princess? Or should I bend you over my knee and show you who the boss is around here?” He questions lowly, you feel your stomach clench slightly.

“I want you naked and standing by the bed by the time I get up there. Or so help me god...you won’t be able to sit properly for a long while.” Shawn says, your heart starts to hammer in your chest before you quickly make your way upstairs.

 Undoing your dress you let it slide down your body before bending to unstrap your heels. Stepping out of those next and taking them into your closet. You finish stripping until you’re left in nothing but the new bracelet he gave you the night before.

“You have been such a brat all night...I don’t know what has gotten into you. I told you to be a good girl and you directly disobeyed me.” Shawn says as he steps into the room, his tone showing how upset he is.

“I I’m.”

“Don’t even try sweet talking your way out of this. It won’t get you anywhere.” He tells you, you gulp softly and look down at your feet. He slowly walks over to you, hooking a finger under your chin.

“15 spanks...15 spanks for embarrassing me in front of my friends. And you’re gonna count...and if you lose it we’re gonna start again.” Shawn murmurs, you nod a bit feeling the tears already welling. 

He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, before sitting on the side of the bed. He pats his thigh, helping you lay across his lap. Letting you adjust to get comfortable, your fingers gripping the blanket.

“Is this what you wanted all day? Did you want me to spank your ass?” Shawn asks you, running his hand down the smooth skin of your ass.

“N no sir.” You whisper, heart pounding in your chest. He hums softly before smacking his hand down on your right cheek. Causing your body to jolt slightly, eyes squeezing shut.

“One.”

“Then why were you so naughty?” He questions, bringing his hand down again to your left cheek.

“I I don’t know...two.” You admit, he clicks his tongue slightly before repeating his motions onto the middle of your ass. You whimper softly and grip the blanket tighter. Feeling him rub your skin before slamming his hand down. 

He brings his other hand up to rub between your shoulder blades. He slaps your skin again, squeezing your left cheek gently.

“Three.” You breath, scrunching your nose slightly. Shawn looks up your back, seeing the way your head is tilted down slightly. Before he looks back down at your butt, humming softly before spanking you again.

“Four.” He rubs his hand down your cheek to your thigh. Before smacking at the crease of your butt and leg. Causing a high pitched gasp to leave your mouth.

“F five.” The older adjusts you, letting you feel how hard he is in his slacks. The zipper digging into your bare hip slightly.

“T thirteen.” You whimper out, feeling his hand rub across your now hot skin. Tears slipping down your cheeks slowly, he lets out a quiet groan as you squirm in his lap. He brings his hand down against your skin again.

“Four fourteen!” You cry out, hips jerking away from him. Shawn feels his resolve cracking as he lands his hand down the hardest tonight on the middle of your cheeks. Before gently moving you around, supporting your body.

“You did so good sweetheart, you really did.” He tells you softly, kissing at your lips. Hands under your thighs, being mindful of your sore bum.

“I I’m sorry for being a brat tonight sir.” He nods a bit and accepts your slightly messy kisses. Your arms coiling around his neck to grip onto him.

“I accept your apology baby girl, it’s okay. You’re okay, I’ve got you.” He whispers, kissing you softly and groaning as your core meets his covered cock.

“P please?” You whimper, nosing along his jaw line. He helps you undo his pants, lifting his hips so you can pull him from them. You wrap your fingers around his length, slowly jerking him.

“I’m not gonna last if you do that honey...want you wrapped around me.” He groans to you, kissing your throat. You sit up straighter so you can sink down on him. A moan tearing from his throat while a whimper leaves your’s. He holds your hips in his hands, helping you rock on him.

“You were such a good girl tonight, took your punishment so well for me.” Shawn says softly, biting at your skin. Moaning as your walls squeeze around him. The curly haired boy looks at you, seeing your head tipped back. Lip caught between your teeth as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“You gonna cum for me baby girl?” He whispers, planting his feet on the ground better. Starting to push his hips up into yours, skin starting to slap throughout the room.

“F feels so good Shawn...please.” You whine, he brings his thumb down to your clit. Rubbing in quick circles and feeling your core clenching around him.

“Cum baby, cum on my cock.” You let out a soft cry, starting to release. Hips jerking into his, before he pulls her body closer to his.

“Fuck baby fuck yes.” He groans out, nose scrunching up as he spurts into you. Head tipping back as he moans long in his throat. You rest down on him, head tucked into his sweaty neck. Before he tips back onto the bed, panting softly.

“I love you.” You whisper, voice hoarse from all your crying.

“I love you too princess.” Shawn murmurs, hands rubbing soothing circles on your spine. He gently lifts you off of himself before standing to go to the bathroom. Stripping off his clothes on the way, cleaning himself up before sliding on some new boxers. Before he steps out to you, wash cloth and soothing cream in hand.

“You did really well tonight honey...I’m proud of you.” Shawn says quietly as he kisses your hip bone. Cleaning you up slowly, you hum already half asleep. Making the older boy look up and smile softly, before he rolls you to your stomach. Dipping his hand into the jar, before spreading it across your sore skin. He leans up and kisses the small of your back, feeling you sigh softly. 

“I love you sweetheart.” 

I love you too.” He smiles softly and finishes his task at hand before putting everything away. 

“Sing to me?” You whisper as you lay on his chest, his fingers massaging you slowly. He smiles softly and starts to hum your favorite ‘Ed Sheeran’ song. Feeling your body getting heavier on top of his, head tucked under his chin. 

Shawn leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head, before pulling you just a smidge closer to himself. Running his pointer finger over your hand softly, stopping on your ring finger and smiling to himself. Before letting his body relax into the soft, expensive sheets. 

[chzyshenanigans]

Self indulgent Matsuhanas, because I love them more than I love breathing. From the Sugardaddy AU. 

Also half for Matsuhana Week - Relationship Goals. 

EDIT: Song for this

[teenwolfficrec]

Can i ask for a fic rec about sugar daddy sterek? Eith derek being the daddy please but not really picky just wabt sone sugar daddy sterek Thank you

Sugar Daddy Fics for youuu. Hope that you like them 🙈

The Same Old Blood Rush (With A New Touch)

Summary: “Friends with benefits,” Derek stated. “I just happen to be in a position to provide a few more benefits than your usual hook ups.”

Derek was an Alpha with a pack and a multi-billion dollar company to take care of. Stiles was a college kid with assignments and student debt to worry about. Neither of them were looking a serious relationship. A one night stand turned into an easy no-strings-attached arrangement. Although nothing is ever as easy or as simple as it first seems.

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A Little Sugar

Summary: The first time they had sex, it was after Derek paid Stiles’ rent. The second time was after Derek bought Stiles’ groceries. It wasn’t hard to work out the pattern. Derek hates himself for taking advantage of Stiles and tries to convince him that any form of payment is unnecessary, but he can’t seem to break the cycle.

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What We Called Love

Summary: He’d guessed that if Derek wasn’t paying him for the sex, then he was obviously paying him for the conversation. So Stiles made it a point to talk and never stop. Stiles rambled and Derek sometimes listened. Stiles shouted about X-Men and porn in fancy restaurants, and Derek sometimes grunted in response. Every now and then, Derek would even look up from his phone and make eye contact and blink, which Stiles would always take as a positive and real acknowledgment to his existence.

And they never had sex. Not ever. No matter how badly Stiles wanted them to, and he wanted them to, oh so badly.

Stiles Stilinski has been Derek Hale’s sugar baby for the last three years, and just can’t understand why the man pays him so much damn money.

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Sugar Daddy?

Summary: Busy, attractive, professional male seeks male artist, musician, or college student for mutually beneficial live-in arrangement. Compensation fair and generous. Must be intelligent, enlightened, quiet, and useful.

Stiles meets the ad’s requirements, easily, but is he crazy enough to answer it? Is Derek crazy enough to follow through?

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Derek May Or May Not Be A Sugar Daddy

Summary: Derek buys Stiles things, and Stiles is very appreciative. VERY appreciative.

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[swan0-0lee]

Not me being an overthinker and understanding how yn feels 😭😭 luv u joshie 🥹🫶🏼

— Gentleman | h.js (M)

genre ➳ sugar daddy au, strangers to lovers, pwp, angst and fluff. part of the Sugar Spice and Everything Nice project.

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

word count ➳ 21.2k

warnings ➳ profanities, ANGST, abandonment issues, toxic family, minor character death, mentions of addiction (drugs), emotional constipation, arguments, kissing, marking, age gap, daddy kink, hard dom!joshua (he is a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets literally 🥴) brat!reader, so much teasing!!! bdsm themes- nipple play, marking, fingering, ice play😳, spanking (belt), pussy slapping, crying, female oral, cum eating, virgin sex, rough sex, unprotected sex(don't do this irl!!!), creampie, multiple sex scenes (lmk if I forgot smth)

synopsis ➳ a silly dare leads you to him and he has you charmed quickly. but matters of the heart can never be that easy, especially when you want to avoid them.

playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // sugar- maroom 5 // guys my age- hey violet // i know you care- ellie goulding // astronomy- conan gray // tell it to my heart- meduza // soory- halsey // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge // imperfect love- seventeen

a/n: (yes this is a re-upload, I hate Tumblr it still isn't showing my post in tags wtf) and at last we're at the end of this journey! I can't tell you how much of a pleasure it has been for me to share this series with you all. i gotta admit I went all out for this one like-jsvvabakasbvsvs joshua is such a freak here and it's hawt okay. i'd also like to sincerely apologize for the delay. now, without further ado, get cozy and happy reading!

His eyes are extraordinary, captivating.

They are beautiful and dark, shaped like a deer's, watching your every movement cautiously. You do the same as your hands fidget with the strap of your bag on your lap. The waiter returns, bringing you your iced tea and a cup of latte for him. You quickly take a sip of your tea, letting the refreshing drink bring back life in your throat as he does the same.

You observe him, eyes peeking over the rim of the glass. He's wearing a black suit with a plain white tee beneath it. The only jewelry on him is a Rolex, sitting cozily on his wrist, which is quite veiny. His dirty blond hair is pushed back neatly, the length long enough to reach the nape of his neck and you mindlessly muse how they'd feel to touch.

"So, you are saying this was a dare?" The man questions.

An embarrassed smile creeps on your face. "Yeah, my friends dared me to do this. And I saw some good reviews about this app so I decided, why not."

Meeting this stranger, a potential sugar daddy was a task assigned to you by your friends after a drunken night full of talks about your celibate lifestyle. Not wanting to look like a coward, you took on their dare and decided to sign up on a sugar dating app that led you to meet this beautiful man in front of you; something you entirely did not expect.

What you expected, instead was a fifty-something man, old and gross and you had planned to just entertain him for a while before announcing this was a stupid dare and never coming near him again. 

Yeah, that was the plan. 

After all, the texts you had exchanged with this man weren't really a solid way to figure out his age. They were short and brief, just introductions and the designated place of meeting. His profile picture wasn't frankly very giving either; a silhouette of a man sipping on a wine glass with an aesthetic backdrop. You had decided not to ask for a photo or any other information because you didn't want to lose interest even before going on that date.

But turns out, there had been a pleasant surprise waiting for you.

"That's all good but what I need to know is are you really looking for a sugar daddy? Otherwise, I should get going." The man, Joshua, states, hands coming to rest on top of the table, his eyes serious yet gentle. He has this calm yet dominating aura surrounding him and you can't help but admit that it draws you in.

Am I looking for a sugar daddy?

You haven't considered this seriously until now. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, meeting an old dude and flipping him off just so you can tell your friends you tried and ended up meeting a grandpa with stinky feet but now that a young, handsome billionaire sits opposite to you, you find yourself reconsidering everything. 

This is a marvelous opportunity for a broke college student like you. Your bills and loans will be paid while also providing a much more comfortable life for you, one where you don't have to live in an apartment the size of a shoebox.

"Are you looking for a sugar baby?" You ask him instead. The corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly as he replies, "I'm here, aren't I?" 

You nod, reclining into the chair and sighing deeply. "I do actually. Need a sugar daddy, I mean. Like— I haven't really considered this seriously because...well," you shrug, not wanting to point out how pleasantly surprised you are seeing him and all his hotness. You don't want to butter his ego on the first meeting. "Anyway, yes. I have bills and loans to pay. So I guess I'll be your sugar baby...if you're interested."

He watches you amusedly, his eyes shining in mirth. "Of course I am. I must admit I find you very... fascinating. It will be my pleasure to be in your company."

Fascinating, huh?

"You've known me for like ten minutes."

"And that's enough." He decides, reaching for his latte to take a sip, never breaking eye contact with you. You wait for him to explain further and he takes the hint as he links his fingers together, once again resting them on the table, his posture all business-like. "I've never had a sugar baby but I assure you, you don't have to do anything that you're not comfortable with. For now, I'd like you to attend events with me as my date."

Such a gentleman.

"I'm more than happy to do that." You say gladly, trying to prevent a smile from breaking into your face. Is it gonna be this easy? Do men this nice and sweet even exist anymore? "But I don't understand why you would go out of your way to spend money for some company. I'm sure there is plenty of people...interested."

Joshua chuckles. "But I'm not interested in them. They are predictable and have a rather plain personality. I thought taking a new approach would be good. And I'm glad I did because you seem quite like a handful."

"I'll take it as a compliment." You mutter dryly, eyes narrowing on him. He laughs, his eyes forming half-moons. "It was a compliment, _____. I'm looking forward to spending time with you."

You open your mouth to reply but the loud ringing of his phone interrupts you as he mumbles an apology, fishing out the device from his pocket. He frowns at the screen before sighing. "I'm really sorry but I need to get going. I'll contact you. And if you need me, you know my number." He flashes you a dashing, almost flirty smile as he stands up and nods at you before accepting the call and marching out of the place, leaving you in a daze.

You can't believe that just really happened. You have a freaking sugar daddy now— not an old man with a huge belly and stinky feet but a young, hot gentleman. Shaking your head amusedly you fetch your phone from your purse and tap on your group chat with your girlfriends.

GUYS YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!! I NEED TO THANK YOU TWO!!

-

"So you're saying he's young and handsome and polite?" Kira asks for the hundredth time, sighing wistfully. "Damn, maybe I should try that app too."

"You really should." You take a bite of your french toast. "All the reviews I saw were great but I can't believe I got so lucky."

Naomi murmurs under her breath, "Fuck yeah, you did girl." Her fingers glide over her phone as she googles the man centering on the topic of your discussion. "Joshua you said? Of Hong Corporations?" 

Humming, you nod, watching your friends as they hover over the phone, intently watching all the information that shows up. "He's so damn hot," Naomi whistles, giving you a dirty look. You roll your eyes and before you can make a comeback, Kira asks bluntly. "You're gonna have sex with him right? He wants to get dirty with you, right?"

You groan, tossing the napkin by your plate at her. "Shut up! Sorry to disappoint but he actually said that he won't do anything that'll make me uncomfortable. He didn't seem desperate for sex."

"Such a gentleman," Naomi pipes in, her voice dreamy. "But what's the fun in that! He's literally sex on legs! You gotta do it with him!" Kira's voice is loud, so loud that a few heads from the surroundings tables turn to look at you, making your face burn in embarrassment. Kira giggles sheepishly before whispering. "Seriously. It's time you pop your cherry."

You scowl at her while Naomi snorts, covering her face as she tries to laugh discreetly. You sigh. "You all are moving way too fast here. I just saw him once! What if he decides he doesn't wanna do this? I've yet to hear from him." You murmur, your voice more anxious than you would have wanted it to be.

A somber look settles on their faces as your friends watch you sympathetically for a while. Kira reaches out to grab your hands in reassurance. "Hey. Babe, it's gonna be all good. Of course, he'll call you. He's a freaking businessman. He wouldn't have wasted his time if he was not interested."

"Yep. You just need to be patient _____. Don't worry so much. Trust the process." Naomi smiles at you softly. 

"Good things don't really happen to me, so..." You avert your gaze, chewing on your lower lip. You hate yourself for ruining the mood, for feeling pathetic and doubtful. 

Old habits die hard, you suppose.

"Hey," Kira calls for you. "It's gonna be all fine. Trust yourself, okay? And you know what, let's stop talking about him. You won't believe what Soonyoung asked me last night."

"What?" Naomi asks dryly as you both wait for her answer. "He freaking asked me if he can buy a tiger suit for us so that he can fuck me while wearing it." She replies as your jaw falls loose.

"No way!" You and Naomi yell at the same time. "Oh my god, he's fucking nuts." Naomi groans and so do you as you ask. "What did you say? Please tell me you didn't—"

Kira interrupts. "I said yes. I mean, I don't mind. I'm kinda interested, actually."

"Oh, sweet lord!"

"No fucking way!" You and Naomi gag.

-

Everyone has ups and downs in their lives. But for the majority of your life, you remember only experiencing downs. At first, it frustrated you to no end, making you feel unbelievably lost and hopeless but now you've come to accept it. You try to be content with what little you have and you always keep your expectations to the lowest.

College has been hard and expensive but the thought of letting go of your dreams is harder. Your dreams are what have kept you alive and strong through all the downs you have faced, so even though you had to take a huge loan and juggle two part-time jobs, you tell yourself it will all be worth it in the end. And maybe, fate has finally smiled upon you by bringing Joshua to you.

It has been two days since you met him and you have to admit anxiety is settling in your bones. The radio silence is disheartening, making you expect the very worst, like a habit. As you sit in your bed and overthink all your brain juices out, your phone rings, making you jump. The caller ID is unknown and with a frown, you pick it up.

"Hey. It's me."

It's him. Joshua.

Your heart beats loudly.

"Hi."

"Sorry, I was really busy the last few days. But I expected your call." He says.

"You said you'd call me." Your voice has an edge to it, almost like a sad lover who had been waiting for her boyfriend to call.

He laughs softly. "That I did. I apologize. And I was hoping you could accompany me to a dinner this Friday."

You bite your lip. "I don't mind. I mean, I'm free."

"Lovely." He hums. "I'll send you the contract of your payments via email. Let me know if you have any complaints."

"Oh...okay. I will."

"Good. I need to get going," he sighs. "I'll see you this weekend, sweetheart. Dream of me." He hangs up with a promise.

Letting out a wistful sigh, you take a look around your tiny apartment, all your things filling up every inch of available space and leaving barely any room for air. Sighing, you fall back into your bed, smiling softly. 

It's all about to change.

-

The past three weeks have probably been the most eventful weeks of your life. Joshua was quick to welcome you into his circle as you first showed up with him at the company dinner. The money that you are being rewarded with after every appearance is equal to months of your rent and let out a squeal of glee when you checked your bank account the next morning. 

However, his generosity didn't stop there. Over the weeks, he has sent you the prettiest bouquet of flowers with little thank you notes, sometimes chocolates too. He also sent over a pair of designer shoes and a handbag, making you almost faint as you felt the smooth, luxurious item below your fingertips for the first time. Sure, you expected to be a bit richer after agreeing to go out with him but you didn't expect these random, dare you say, romantic gifts every often.

Over the last few weeks, Joshua has also developed a habit of coming over to your place, just to chat while having a meal. It surprisingly feels nice and comfortable; his presence in your tiny house finally giving you a sense of belonging so you always agree without a second thought. Though the embarrassment you felt the first time he showed up at your minuscule apartment was astronomical even though you shouldn't have. You were scared he was going to judge you based on your living conditions or worse, pity you but he did none of that and simply made himself at home.

However, today, he has asked you to come over to his place, saying that he had his chef come over to help him with the food. You agree immediately as the thoughts of spending the rest of the day with him make you brim with excitement. You put on the nicest clothes you have and do a little makeup, a habit you've picked up ever since you've been with him; wanting to look your very best around him. You sling the Chanel bag he has gifted you over your shoulder and just as you are about to put on your shoes, your doorbell rings, perplexing you.

It's noon. You're not expecting anyone. 

With a frown, you open the door and immediately, discomfort and annoyance settle into your bones as you meet your eyes with the visitor.

It's your sister.

With a rather bitter expression, you stand there, not welcoming her in or speaking but that doesn't faze her. With an exaggerated grin, she pushes past you. "Hey, sis."

Her tone makes you think she's mocking you and you huff, closing the door and turning around as you watch her scan your space with a rather judgemental stare. "What do you want, Melissa?" Your tone is snappy but you don't care. She feigns hurt, plopping down on your little sofa as she flips her hair over her shoulder. 

"Can't I pay my little sister a friendly visit?"

"The same sister that you tried to get rid of? The one you didn't bother calling the past six months? Yeah, you can't." You hiss, your gaze burning into her. "Leave. I've somewhere to be."

Her eyes scan you up and down before settling on your Chanel bag. "Wow, nice bag. Where did you get that?" She asks with a smirk on her face. You sigh. "It's a knock-off."

She hums, probably not buying your words but you don't care. She has no business poking her nose into your life.

"What do you want?" You ask again, exasperated. Your day is ruined. You were so looking forward to seeing Joshua and now she shows up unannounced.

"Mom called. She needs money and I don't have it. Why don't you help her?" Your sister announces, nonchalantly, scrutinizing her fingernails. You immediately see red and your blood boils at her attitude. "Oh yeah? Well, I stopped caring since she walked out on us." You hiss. Your sister huffs in annoyance. "I don't care whether you care or not. Just give her some damn money."

"You really have no remorse." You chuckle mirthlessly, shaking your head in disbelief. "You and I both know you've more money than me yet to come to me, asking for it when I'm barely getting by. Not to mention how you tried to get rid of me— got rid of me, I should say, and now you're here, shamelessly asking me for money. How despicable."

Your sister glares at you as she abruptly stands up, seething, "You ungrateful bitch! At least I took care of you until you were eighteen!"

"Took care of me?" You scoff. "Sure, yeah. Since I'm an ungrateful bitch, I'll continue being that by not giving you or my goddamn mother any penny because I don't have any and you fucking know it!"

"Well, you definitely have enough to buy a fucking Chanel!" She hisses, "Don't think I'm stupid, _____."

"You know what, maybe I have enough to buy this or maybe I stole it. It's none of your business either way." You grit your teeth. "But I don't have enough to spend a penny for mom, especially when I know she'll waste it away drinking and gambling!"

She scoffs. "You really are still a selfish little bitch."

"Fuck you, Melissa. Get out of my house. I don't want to see you ever again."

She rolls her eyes, cursing you under her breath as she pushes past you and slams the door loudly on her way. Angry, hot tears that you've been holding until now start streaming down your face as your knees give up and you sink onto the floor, trying to keep more tears from falling.

No matter what you do, where you go your past just doesn't seem to let you go. You idly wonder if you would ever be able to get rid of it, forget its constant looming presence over your shoulders, holding you back from fully living your life.

A text seems to have been sent as your phone alerts you and blinking through the tears you check it. It's Joshua, asking if you are still coming or if you have changed your mind. You shake your head, smiling humourlessly at the text before you get up and try to collect yourself, wiping at your face so that you don't look like you've been crying like a madwoman.

Maybe having some good wine and delicious food in the company of a delicious man will help you get your mind off things.

-

"Hey there." Joshua smiles sweetly as he opens the door to his penthouse and moves aside, letting you in. He's dressed in a black fitted tee and grey slacks, a simple, slightly unnatural look on him as you have only seen him in suits until now. But he doesn't look any less gorgeous.

Your mind blanks out for a second as you stare at his chest, bulky and solid, a clear outline visible over his tee and you wonder how it'd feel to touch. Murmuring a shy greeting, you step into his foyer, large and shiny and absolutely breathtaking.

"Come in. I've prepared some snacks for us before dinner."

Joshua moves towards his kitchen while you look around the place, mesmerized. The main foyer of his house bathes in sunlight, courtesy of the floor to ceiling windows. Attached to the foyer is his modern, state of the art kitchen and dining area, all in various shades of white and grey. The area is spacious and bright, decorated with elegant pieces of furniture and fluffy rugs and gold framed abstract paintings.

"You have a pretty house." You murmur, not finding much else to say. His laughter can be heard. "Thanks. Would you like something to drink?" He turns around and offers you as you start taking off your jacket and set it next to your purse.

"Water please." You mumble, taking a seat by the dining table. He comes back with two glasses of water before serving some fancy looking appetizer, made by him and announces that you're having an early dinner as it cooks in the oven.

He sits opposite to you and talks animatedly, no doubt that he genuinely enjoys your company. It's not that you don't enjoy his, in fact, you love it, hearing his sweet yet slightly throaty voice and looking at that pretty face makes you forget about everything horrible in your life. He talks about the story behind this place, about how he actively participated in its making and you can clearly see he adores his house. You've also picked up his love for cleaning and maintaining his space; a rare sight for the male population you've encountered so far, especially someone like him.

The way he gracefully moves around the kitchen while conversing with you, you can tell he's a pro in this department too. Is there anything this man can't do?

Dusk falls as you both chat away, talking about everything and nothing and you don't even realize it's been hours. Your dinner has finished cooking and he starts setting up the plates as you pour some wine for the two of you. It doesn't escape you that he has not asked anything remotely personal about you when you expected him to. Is he being polite? Or is he not interested?

Your thoughts are interrupted as he brings dinner to the table and serves you, a sweet smile on his face as he waits for you to try his food.

"This is delicious." You try not to moan as you chew your first bite. His eyes crinkle in happiness as his melodic laugh rings in your ears. "Thank you. My chef helped too."

You hum, happily stuffing your face with food. You don't know if it's the delicious food; a huge change from your regular, cheap, ramen or toast, or his company that has increased your appetite. You genuinely enjoy his company, probably more than you should have and half of you don't want to return to your storeroom of a home tonight.

You need to get yourself together.

"_____?" He calls for you, jolting you out of your train of thoughts as you blink at him. "Is there something that's bothering you?"

"Huh?" You're fairly perplexed.

He shakes his head. "No, it's just that... You looked troubled earlier when you arrived. And you seem to be getting lost in your head, that's all."

Oh, he's quite the observer.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, eyes cast on your plate. 

"No!" He quickly speaks, making you jump slightly. "No...you don't have to be sorry. I just wanted you to know that you can share your worries with me. If you feel comfortable, that is."

His gentle voice and soft gaze crumble down your defenses as you stare at the beautiful man and try not to start crying. You can't believe he actually noticed all that.

"Family issues. My mom...my sister." You find yourself uttering the words without much thinking. It's alarming how much he brings your guard down.

He doesn't say anything or ask for an explanation but watches you, his gaze reassuring and soft. You sigh, trying to get your thoughts together and just letting it all out. "Well, uh...my mom...she left me and my sister when I was... twelve I think. She found drinking and snorting cocaine more interesting than her daughters, I guess. But she always wasn't like this. Yes, she had a history of addiction but it improved after she married dad. Things were good until my dad passed away. She returned to her old habits after that."

You swallow, trying not to choke up on your words. Joshua watches you carefully his hand stroking your knuckles as it rests on the table. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He whispers.

You don't yet you do. You've been keeping it bottled up inside you for so long that you don't want to stop now, even though you'll probably regret it later.

"Anyway, she went her way and left me with my sister." You continue. "It's safe to say she didn't like me. I was the unplanned child, of course, so she was more negligent with me. Anyhow, my sister wasn't exactly fond of me either and I guess she isn't fully to be blamed because she was barely an adult herself. We stayed with our aunt for a while before she turned eighteen. Then she had to take care of me and she wasn't quite happy with it. We fought a lot. She'd neglect me, make me do everything in the house while she brought her friends over and stuffs. When I confronted her about it things would get ugly. I made it through before I turned eighteen and then I left her. Thanks to the money my father left us individually, I got through somehow. And my sister got married last year." You take a sip of your wine, before continuing.

"Her husband is pretty well off. They even have a house. Yet today, she came to me for money. Apparently, mother called her and asked for some cash and she wants me to give her money when I'm barely getting by. I told her to fuck off." You sigh, downing your drink in one go. Your head hurts now. Whenever you think of those shitty people, you are bound to have a headache.

Joshua is silent, watching you with an expression you're unable to decipher and you start getting nervous. Did you scare him off? Does he find you burdening? 

Anxiety almost chokes you up but his voice is kind when he says, "I'm really sorry you had to go through that. You don't deserve it."

His words are basic but they manage to tug at the deepest spots in your heart. You half expected him to offer you money like those obnoxious rich assholes but he sounds genuinely sorry and kind.

"Thank you for saying that." You mutter.

"Thank you for telling me." He says, his eyes meeting yours and the depth of his gaze brings goosebumps on your skin. You swallow, not breaking eye contact with him.

He looks even more beautiful now. Ethereal, like an angel. Gentle and calming and comforting. All the good things that pull you in like quicksand but also dangerous enough to scar you forever.

"Let's watch a movie, hmm?" He suddenly offers. You blink. "I...uhm, would love to. But I should get going."

"You can stay. I'd like it if you did," he says, his eyes watching you carefully. "If you're okay with it of course."

"Really? I can?" You're surprised.

"Why not. Don't take it otherwise. We won't have to do anything. You can take one of the many spare bedrooms I have." He smiles. You gape at him, weighing your options and you definitely don't want to return home tonight. So you whisper, "Okay, I'll stay."

"Great." He grins, standing up. "Let's choose a movie now."

About ten minutes later you sit next to him on the sofa, eyes trained on the romcom playing on the screen. There's a certain amount of gap between the two of you but he's close enough to have you distracted with his smell and warmth. You were never the cuddler type but right now you just want to wrap yourself around him and fall asleep. Maybe you will. Your tipsy mind won't really think twice to do it.

Joshua's hand is stretched out over the backrest of the sofa, occasionally brushing against you're back, unintentionally, you assume. His eyes are trained on the screen. He doesn't seem to notice your lack of focus on the movie or if he does, he doesn't comment on it.

The proximity between the two of you is dangerous, inviting. You distract yourself by playing with the blanket thrown over your legs but ultimately your thoughts land on the enticing man beside you. The room is now chillier than before as the night has fallen and you are thankful for the blanket Joshua had offered you. As you pull it under your chin and try to snuggle it, Joshua turns his head towards you. "We could cuddle...if you want."

You're embarrassed to admit how quickly you agree to it. With an enthusiastic nod, you immediately shuffle closer to him and tentatively rest your head on his shoulder, throwing the blanket over the two of you as his outstretched hand comes to wrap around your shoulder. You sigh, content and comfortable and he seems so too as he relaxes on the sofa.

There are no words exchanged but the atmosphere is cozy as you both watch the TV in silence before your eyelids start feeling heavy.

And soon you drift off in the comfort of his arms.

-

When you wake up you're in a bed. If you had to guess, it would be Joshua's guest room.

Sunlight pours through the large windows draped in silk curtains and you groan, stretching your hands and legs. The bed and the sheets and pillows are the comfiest things you've ever slept on which is probably why you feel so well-rested and at peace; a highly unusual occurrence for you.

After you freshen up, you step out of your room and climb down the stairs in search of Joshua. You find him standing by the dining table, finishing his coffee, a tablet in one of his hands.

As soon as he hears you he looks up and smiles, his eyes crinkling. "Good morning."

"Good morning," you murmur, voice a bit hoarse from sleep.

"I was about to wake you up," Joshua says, setting down the tablet. "I've to leave now. It's sudden but my father's friend suddenly called me this morning and asked me to play golf with him. Can't really say no to him." He shakes his head, clearly not fond of the idea.

"I'm so sorry. You're probably late because of me." You apologize, embarrassed. You've overstayed your welcome.

"No! Not at all." He assures. "In fact, if you want you can stay here today too. Though you'll probably need a change of clothes." His eyes move over your clothing, which you've been wearing since you've come here. "We could have dinner together tonight again. Or, if you'd like to leave, I'll drop you off on my way."

"I think I should leave. I've work to get done at home." You speak and he nods. "Sure but have some breakfast before we leave."

About an hour later Joshua parks his car in front of your building; his Porsche a weird contradiction in this poor, worn-out neighborhood. Unbuckling your seatbelt you smile. "Thank you for the ride."

"My pleasure. Oh and _____?" He calls as you're opening the door. "I've to attend an event tomorrow. A charity event. I'd like you to come with me."

"Sure." You don't have any plans and being with him is easily better than sitting around and moping in your tiny apartment.

"Great." He smiles. "My driver will pick you up at five."

As you exit his car and head into your building, you can't believe how excited you are and how much you're already looking forward to tomorrow. It's been a long long time since you've been this energized and happy and you realize just how much being with Joshua is shaking up your entire world.

-

Draped in a beautiful silk scarlet red dress and with Joshua's strong grip on your waist, you feel like a million bucks. The dress you're wearing today is exceptionally pretty, your favorite one from all that you've worn so far. It is one-sleeved with a sweetheart neckline, flowing down into a long slit that reaches up to your thigh. It's elegant yet playful and dangerous, not quite your type but Joshua seems to like it as you don't miss his eyes raking appreciatively down your leg now and then.

You've to admit it makes you feel excited. For whatever this night has in store.

Which doesn't seem much at first as you walk into the party with Joshua and feel the eyes of many cast at the two of you, mainly you. Men greet Joshua as soon as they see him and the ladies accompanying them scan you too to the bottom, with heavy judgment, maybe a little jealousy in their eyes but you can't bring yourself to care too much.

This is fleeting, after all.

The event comes to an end for the two of you as you finish dinner and as soon as you're done Joshua is escorting you out of the premises and towards his car. You can tell that he got bored with all the mindless chattering and you can't blame him for that. You weren't exactly enjoying yourself either.

As you sit by his side in the limo, Joshua's hands absentmindedly graze the skin of your leg peeking out from the slit. You've noticed he

has been touching you throughout the evening. His eyes are focused outside the window as he speaks. "Have I told you how lovely you look?" His voice is quiet, full of something you can't quite put your finger on as he turns his head to look at you. Not trusting yourself to speak you only shake your head and swallow, the look in his eyes hypnotizing.

Joshua's eyes move to your lips as his thumb reaches out to swipe across the flesh, sending shivers down your spine. He inches his face closer and keeping his eyes on your lips, he whispers, "I want to kiss you, _____. Tell me, do you want it too?" His eyes lock with yours and the flame of passion burning in them makes you weak in the knees.

"Yes," you squeak. There's an unmistakable spark of desire in his eyes as his lips curve upward just a little bit and he presses the button for the privacy screen of the car. 

Then he wastes no time, immediately smashing his lips to yours as one of his hands cup your jawline and the other your waist. The kiss is intoxicating, his warmth and taste overflowing your systems as you become a puppet and let him guide you through it.

When he pulls back, he inhales sharply and the fire in his eyes grows ten times stronger. "We should stop. Before this gets too far."

It's like a bucket of ice-cold water has been splashed on you as you stiffen, your heart breaking. 

Too far? What does he mean by that?

You can't help the bite in your voice, "Do you not find me attractive?"

Damn it. A part of you hates yourself for saying that. Your past insecurities have no room in this relationship.

A look of utter confusion settles on his face. "What?"

"No...it's just, we've been doing this for a while and you've never initiated anything with me. Am I not attractive to you?"

The glint in his eyes is dangerous and you can visibly see his jaw harden. "You've no idea what you are talking about, _____. I did not initiate anything with you because I didn't want to scare you off. I can tell you are inexperienced so I didn't want to make you do something that you're not comfortable with."

He can tell? Heat blares in your face, both from embarrassment and arousal. The look he's giving you right now makes you feel like he's gonna eat you whole and you're not going to stop him. Joshua continues, "But clearly, you misunderstood my cautiousness as disinterest so I've no choice but to prove you wrong." His hands snake around your waist as he utters, "Tell me to stop if you mean it. Otherwise, there's no stopping tonight."

That's it. That's all the warning you get before Joshua moves you onto his lap and kisses you, hard. You are sure your lips are going to be bruised and you don't give a shit. You keep clawing at his biceps and whine as he devours your face, not caring that you are in the back of a limo.

Your needs have reached their breaking point. You're going all in tonight. Whatever regret you have can wait until tomorrow because there is no way you are letting yourself off of this man tonight.

Joshua seems to be on the boat with the idea as even after a nasty make out session in the back of his car he doesn't keep his hands off your body as you both stumble into the elevator and then into his penthouse.

Joshua drags you towards his bedroom, your form gasping for air and stumbling over your heels but you've never felt this alive and excited. He doesn't hide his need for you and it brings a type of feeling to you that you've never felt before.

Powerful. Wanted. Sexy.

Your brain seems to have taken a backseat as you're no longer in control of your body, gladly doing whatever Joshua is making you do. He pushes you onto his bed and kisses you once more before standing back up and loosening the bow tie on his neck. Tossing it away he then starts unbuttoning his shirt, your eyes following each of his steps wantonly.

Once the material is off you can finally see his buffed chest in its full glory and your throat dries up immediately. He's so big and bulky, he could literally crush you with his chest. It's probably worrisome how much that idea seems to appeal to you.

"Up." His voice is husky and you blink, realizing he's telling you to stand up. With shaky legs, you do so and he turns you around to tug down the zipper at the back of your dress. "Take this off," he orders quietly and your hands start moving as you push the one shoulder of the dress down before tugging it lower and lower, down your waist as it finally pools at your feet.

Clad only in your black lacy panties, you can feel his hard stare, penetrating deep into you. While you want to cover yourself, the look of lust mixed with appreciation makes you stay still. Swallowing, you wait for his next words.

"Lie down."

Immediately you do so and watch him crawl over your like a predator. He starts by kissing your lips chastely before moving towards your jawline and then down the column of your neck, nipping and sucking every inch of skin. You gasp and mewl, hands automatically reaching to hold onto his back as you writhe underneath him.

His lips hover over your chest, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin as he starts by kissing the flesh between your tits. Then he takes a nipple into his mouth and teases it, softly sucking at first before poking the hard bud with his tongue.

His hands stay rooted on your sides, on the bedsheets and the only form of his touch you get is his tongue. It drives you wild; the need to feel every inch of him on you.

"J-Joshua..." You moan.

"Daddy. You call me daddy in bed." It's a command and you immediately nod your head, all too eager to comply.

The man you've known until now is completely gone, no more the sweet, considerate man but instead a lust-crazed man. You never thought you'd be into this but damn if you aren't and you only become more sure when Joshua's crotch brushes against your leaking sex, making you shudder. "Daddy...your fingers please." You mewl, trying to give him your best puppy eyes. Your subconscious shakes her head at how easily the title falls off your lips.

Joshua chuckles quietly, meanly, giving you goosebumps as he keeps torturing your breasts like before. But this time he brings one of his hands down to your core and starts rubbing you gently. Your back arches off the bed slightly as you sigh in pleasure, his touch soothing the burn in your core.

"You want my fingers, baby?" His voice is deep as he removes his mouth from your tits and locks his eyes with you. Surprising you, he slaps your pussy, hard, making your mouth open in a silent scream. "You have it." He hisses and in one smooth motion, thrusts two of his fingers inside you. You squeal, hands fisting the bedsheets tightly as his digits easily slip in due to your overflowing arousal.

"Oh god, yes." You moan, eyes rolling back as you feel his thick fingers move inside you. Paired with the movement of his fingers and the heated look he's sending your way, you know you're not very far from your release. You squeak, "Go-gonna cum."

Joshua scoffs. "So quickly? Horny little baby. Come then. Come on my fingers so I can put my cock in you." His filthy words make you moan out loud as he brings his thumb over clit, rubbing it swiftly and sending you over the edge, face-first into your first, proper orgasm.

It shakes your body as you lie there and feel it wash over you, your pussy spasming repeatedly as he keeps playing with your pussy throughout your high. When you finally come down and your mind starts working again, Joshua pulls his fingers out of you, dripping in your essence and licks his digits clean, never wavering eye contact with you. The erotic sight has your core thrumming once more in the blink of an eye as you mindlessly reach for his pants. "Please. Want you..." Your voice is soft, breathy and Joshua finds it hard to not give into you.

So dropping a kiss on the top of your pussy, he shuffles off the bed and stands up, hands working on removing his belt. Anticipation builds into your veins as you lick your dry lips, eagerly waiting to see him.

And you almost stop breathing when he removes his pants and boxers. His size and girth leave your mouth hanging open and your core clenching around nothing. The phrase hung like a horse was probably invented for him because just thinking about that inside you makes your pussy ache.

You probably won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"Fuck. W-will you even fit?" Your eyes never leave his cock as it bobs in the air, his tip leaking precum. Joshua watches you watch him with utter amusement. "I will, baby. Your tight pussy was made for me." He flashes you a cocky grin as he climbs back on top of you and pecks your mouth.

"Then take me, Joshua. I...I can't wait. N-need you. Take me like this. Wanna feel y-you." You whisper, chasing his lips as you pull his large body against yours and his cock brushes against your pussy.

"Fuck." He curses under his breath as he feels your heat against his sensitive flesh. "Are you sure you are ready for this, sweets? Should I make you come once more?"

His concern brings warmth to your chest but you immediately shake his head and start grinding against his dick. "Wanna come on your cock, daddy."

You've been craving this man for a long time and you will go crazy if you wait any longer.

"Fuck. Such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" He tilts your chin up and pulls your lips in a bruising kiss as you nod. "P-please give it to me."

He groans softly as he taps your clit with his hard shaft, eyes trained on your swollen, dripping hole. "Tell me if it hurts, okay sweets?"

"I will."

His eyes darken as he suddenly lands a slap on your clit. "What's my name?"

"Daddy! Daddy, oh my god!" You squeal, wetness dripping out of you and just as you are recovering from the shock of his spank he thrusts inside you, all the way in one smooth motion. You scream so loud your ears ring, your nails scratching Joshua's back as you cling onto him like he's your lifeline.

He pants harshly on top of you, sweat shining on his forehead as he fights to stay still and let you adjust. Your pussy is stretched to its limits and even though you still feel the sting, you mindlessly grind on his cock, breathy whines leaving your lips.

"Stop doing that or I'm gonna come," Joshua warns but you start moving your hips faster when you're more comfortable with the stretch. "Little vixen," he groans as if in pain, heated eyes watching you. "Come for me." He commands quietly, hands moving to play with your swollen clit as soon as he flicks it with his finger, your release coming crashing down on you and you feel it in every one of your nerves.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as you feel him release inside you, making you clench. You're not surprised when he doesn't stop but continues thrusting inside you, far from being done with you and you feel another orgasm impending. Your pussy hurts in the best ways possible and just thinking about coming once again have your toes curling.

Surprising you, one of his hands move onto your neck, gripping it firmly and applying just enough pressure to make your body curl up and see stars. It triggers your orgasm, multiplying it by hundreds and seeing the godlike man on top of you, reaching his high, his dark, predatory eyes trained on you makes you go off like a rocket. You swear you see God himself as your body completely lets go and you feel like you're floating in a place of pure bliss. The feeling of him releasing inside you makes you shudder, before he slips out and shuffles on the bed, probably cleaning you up but you're too gone to care.

With a blissful smile and a hazy mind, you let sleep take you.

-

Blinding sunlight wakes you up the next morning as you immediately sit up once your brain has processed everything.

You slept with Joshua Hong last night.

Holy shit.

You feel tingles shoot up your leg just by thinking of him and the things you did last night. Nervous and shy, your eyes move around his large bedroom. The time on the wall clock and the looming quietness in the apartment is enough for you to think he has probably left for work. Which is good. You're too embarrassed to face him.

As you get out of bed, awkwardly you must admit due to the ache between your legs, you spot a note lying on the bedside table. Your curious hands reach for it and you smile once you read it.

Good morning. I'm sorry I had to leave early. Help yourself with breakfast before you go. Also, check your bank account. XO

Right. The money. You scan around to find your phone and once you do, you quickly log into your bank app and sure enough, a nice, huge amount of cash sits there, enough to pop your eyes out of its sockets.

Holy fucking shit.

As relieved and giddy you feel seeing the amount, there's a part— one that you hate, of you that feels ashamed, conflicted. Before you start thinking too much you toss your phone away and head toward the bathroom.

You need to stop thinking so much.

-

You were positively kidding yourself when you told yourself to stop thinking too much yesterday morning. Now, a day later, in the evening, you sit by yourself in your shoebox apartment, anxiously chewing on your lower lip.

You spent the day just fine, busy doing your work and not thinking about him or anything regarding him. But now that the night has fallen and you sit idle, your mind can't spot conjuring up the worst scenarios.

You haven't heard from Joshua. At all.

Which has you disappointed. And you are disappointed in yourself for feeling disappointed.

The silence on his part makes you worry to your wit's end. Is it over? Has he gotten tired of you? Did you not satisfy him? Did he forget about you like everyone else?

Your fists clench as your heart breaks a little at the thought. No, no. You don't do attachments. He could just call you right now and say he's done and it shouldn't hurt you. Not one bit. This is just business, you keep telling yourself.

A loud, echoing sound breaks the train of your thoughts and you frown. It's the doorbell. And you are expecting no one.

Especially not Joshua Hong, who you find standing just as you pull open the door. A sound, somewhere between a pleasant gasp and a surprised squeak escapes you as you watch the man in front of you with wide eyes.

"Hey." He gives you a soft, if not a little shy smile. Your heart starts fluttering and you wish you could rip it out of your chest. 

"Hi," your voice is barely audible as you drink him in like you've been thirsty for eons; his large form dressed in a wrinkled black shirt underneath a grey blazer matching his pants. As you look closely, you see exhaustion written all over his face, dark circles under his eyes. 

"May I come in?" His voice makes you snap back into reality as you flush. 

"Sure," you choke, moving away to let him step in.

You watch as Joshua makes himself comfortable on your tiny couch, the furniture squeaking under his weight. As always he seems unbothered by it as he looks at you expectantly, motioning for you to sit on the small remaining space next to him.

As you do so you realize there's a box from a confectioner on his lap and you frown. "For you," he seems to notice your gaze as he pushes the box onto your lap. "I was passing by the area when I saw the shop. I remembered you wanting to try their desserts so I thought I'd get some for you."

Your stomach somersaults at his confession. 

He remembered. He remembered the day on the way to one of his events, you had passed by this shop and the beautiful pastries on display made you say that you'd love to try some. You were not serious and you definitely did not expect him to actually buy those for you.

Tentatively you open the box and the assortment of desserts inside makes your mouth water. You swallow. "Wow... I— thanks, Joshua."

"You're welcome, _____. Consider it as an apology too. I should've checked up on you after yesterday. Work has just been so hectic these days, I barely have time to eat." The sincerity in his voice makes you want to scream. Why? Why does he care so much? Why can't he just be an asshole? Why does he have to show up at your place, being all sweet and considerate?

"It's okay, Joshua." Is what you whisper instead.

"Are you okay, though?" The need in his voice makes you look at him. Your heart stutters as your eyes come in contact. "You could've called me, you know. I kind of hoped you would."

Oh.

You bite your lip. "I... thought I'd be disturbing."

"No, not at all." He frowns, reaching to cup your hands. "You should not hesitate to call me. Even if I can't call you, you can always call me, _____. I mean it."

"Okay." You quickly retract your hands from his as your heart rings loudly in your ears. Being so close to him, touching him, breathing him in is messing with your head. You clear your throat, trying to get up. "Would you like a pastry? Let me make some coffee-"

"Sit down." He grabs your elbow and pulls you down effortlessly, right into his strong arms. Eyes wide, your hand reaches for his solid chest out of reflex and the look in his eyes is enough to drop your panties.

Your throat is parched and your heart is a galloping horse, ready to burst out of your chest as you fist his shirt in your hand. Your eyes land on his lips and you swallow, the urge to kiss them overwhelming and scary.

You want him. You need him. It's utterly terrifying how much you do.

"Tell me you missed me." His voice is quiet, his eyes trained on your lips intently. The timbre of his voice and his tightening grip on your waist make it very, very hard for you to form words.

"Y-yes. I- I did."

He hums, pleased you assume and then leans down to kiss your lips. Softly at first before he's pushing his tongue inside your mouth, a loud whine escaping from your mouth. You twist and writhe in his arms, the taste and feel of him electrifying. Just when you are at the peak of your high, he pulls back, a soft, teasing look on his face.

God. This infuriating, sexy as fuck man.

"As much as I'd love to continue this, I have an early morning tomorrow. And my driver is waiting." He murmurs, pressing soft kisses on your neck which does not help your current state at all. You almost, almost beg him to stay and fuck you but you hold back the words sitting on the tip of your tongue. Instead, you only hum and sigh into his chest, subconsciously snuggling against his large frame.

The security and comfort you feel in his arms is something you've never felt before and something you long desperately.

In silence, Joshua holds you; for how long you have no idea but enough to make you feel drowsy. Maybe he senses it because he lets you go, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he gently moves to stand up. "By the way, are you free this Thursday night?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I am." It takes a moment for you to register his words as you can only concentrate on the missing warmth of his body.

"Great. My friends are having a hangout. You'll be my plus one." He smiles, buttoning up his blazer and surprising you, he leans down and kisses the corner of your lips. "You don't have to see me out. Good night, sweets. Dream of me."

Before you can recover yourself from his sweet, boyfriend-like gesture, he's out the door like a spring breeze. The pounding of your heart seems to echo around your empty apartment as you sit in silence and touch the spot where his lips were moments ago.

This man is doing dangerous things to you, things you don't want to acknowledge. Because you know exactly what it is. 

Love.

-

Yoon Jeonghan is quite the character.

He's the loudest, most teasing, quite literally the brat of Joshua's friend group but you can't say you dislike him.

It's quite the opposite in reality. He has made an impression on you ever since you arrived with Joshua, as he whisked you away from your date and started spewing all types of info about him.

"Gosh, drunk Joshua is the worst. " The man shakes his head as if recalling a certain memory. "The only thing he does is sing Sunday morning and he just doesn't fucking stop. Your ears will literally bleed off."

You can't help but giggle, thinking fondly about drunk Joshua whom you've never seen but wish to. Jeonghan raises his glass of whiskey to yours and clinks them before taking a sip and leaning over the bar counter. "Oh! You won't believe it. Aside from going around advertising himself as the gentleman, one time in college— "

"I think you've said enough, Jeonghan." Joshua emerges from behind you and you soon feel his presence on your back. The man in question throws a lazy smirk at his friend, "Ah, come on. I've so much yet to say. I need to get back at you. You weren't exactly merciful when you told my girl about all the shit I did in college."

You realize they are talking about Jeonghan's girlfriend, now fiance who once used to be his sugar baby. Joshua had shared with you all the juicy details.

"Was just giving her a heads up," Joshua shrugs nonchalantly, one of his hands coming to rest on your shoulder. "And I really wish she was here tonight so you'd leave my girl alone."

My girl.

His girl.

The words make heat spread through your entire body as your brain stops functioning for a second. You almost don't register Jeonghan's wink as he saunters away when his phone starts ringing, saying, "Oh come on, couldn't just leave a pretty girl alone. Oh, hey darling. How is it...."

Too preoccupied with your thoughts you don't realize Joshua is calling for you until he gently shakes your shoulders. "Oh— um, you were saying?"

He watches you with cautious eyes, "I hope Jeonghan didn't bother you too much."

You shake your head. "Oh, no. Not at all. He's a fun guy. Where's his fiance by the way?"

"Went to visit a sick relative with her brother. Jeonghan is gonna drop by there after this."

"Oh, wow. That's sweet."

"Mhmm." He hums distractedly. You feel his eyes rake down your body hungrily and you can't help the giddiness and confidence it blossoms within you. You definitely don't regret the tight evening dress you wore solely for the purpose of teasing him. You can't keep being the only one in this relationship who losses their mind when the other is anywhere near.

"Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you look tonight?" He asks, shuffling closer to you, too close as large his body presses hotly against yours. You can't help a teasing smile. "Hmm, you may have earlier in the car. Jeonghan also complimented my looks."

On the way here Joshua had been a tease, his hands stroking your naked thighs, hovering dangerously close to your core but never quite touching. He didn't even try to hide how much it satisfied him to see you squirm and you can't complain too much either.

"Stop being a brat," Joshua's voice is deep, ringing with a clear warning but it's too fun not to work up a man so calm and put together like him. So you smirk and stroke the lapels of his blue blazer, batting your eyelashes at him, "What do you mean? I'm just telling the truth."

A deep sound, similar to a growl resonates from his chest as he grabs your waist and pulls you closer. His warm breath hovers over your ear as he trails teasing kisses from there to your jawline. "Don't be a tease if you want to come tonight." He whispers in your ears as your breaths come out as heavy pants. Pulling back like he didn't just promise you a dirty thing he states, "Now come along. We need to be with the crowd or I'll lose my mind and take you home right now."

-

The tension radiating off of Joshua's body is so thick you can taste it on your tongue. It's so much fun, teasing him when he can do nothing about it and you feel so powerful, so pleased. Every time he clenches his jaw and grabs your hand even tighter you have to stop yourself from bursting into giggles in front of the whole table.

Dinner had started a while ago as everyone sat around the large rectangular table, eating and chattering loudly. After you've had a couple or so bites of your steak you had decided to initiate playing with another meat as your hands started traveling to Joshua's thighs, innocent at first. He didn't pay much heed to it, busy conversing with his friends. When you were sure he wouldn't remove your hand, you went bolder, cupping his dick through his pants and rubbing him all over.

The look he sent your way should have been recorded in history books and you really wish you could take a picture. His glare, paired with his gritting teeth made you laugh a little, earning a few looks from other people but you brushed it off. Maybe it was because of the wine or Joshua's generally overwhelming presence but you felt giggly and bold, so you decided not to waste this perfect, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see Joshua Hong lose his shit.

"Your ass is going to pay for this." He threatens quietly but you can't quite take it seriously as you are busy observing the growing bulge in his pants. To know that you have this effect on him makes you feel something unlike ever before. So you just bite your lip and give him a wink, fingers stroking his large thigh.

As soon as dinner was over and Joshua had adjusted his pants, he was dragging you out with him, hastily throwing goodbyes to his friends. Jeonghan gave you two a knowing look before winking cheekily at you making you laugh as Joshua pushes you towards his Audi.

As soon as your ass hits the passenger's seat, Joshua is starting the car, driving off at an alarming speed.

"You made me consider drinking and calling my driver to pick us up," he mutters, eyes trained on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. You give him an innocent look, face forming a faux look of concern, "Hmm, you should have. You look so tense, daddy."

His response is a grunt and he grips the wheel tighter; if that's even possible. "Start thinking of a safeword. You're going to need it tonight."

That gets your attention.

"S-safeword?" You breathe. "Yes darling, a safeword." He casts a quick, cocky glance at you and your stomach somersaults.

What has he planned for you? The anticipation and thrill explode in your veins like fireworks as you anxiously tap your foot, wishing you could just transport yourselves back to his place with some machine.

Joshua focuses on getting you two home for the rest of the drive, which he accomplishes, in record time. It's a surprise you weren't pulled over. Before you can even blink he has turned the car off and is dragging you towards the elevator.

Once you are in, he pushes you against the wall and smothers his lips to yours, wasting no time. The ferocity in his movements elicits a moan from you as your hands claw his large back. Feeling those tense muscles underneath his blazer makes you let out a whine of need, though it is muffled with his tongue in your mouth.

The ding of the elevator lets you know you're here and once again, he's making you move in the blink of an eye. Your brain is too fuzzy to keep up with his hasty movements but you have no complaints about being manhandled by Joshua. You kind of wish he'd carry you around like a sack of potatoes.

Damn, what has gotten into you?

Joshua steps into his apartment before you and heads for the kitchen but not before barking an order at you. "Go to the bedroom and strip. I want you only in your panties by the time I'm back."

Your core clenches deliciously at his command. Before your brain is fully processing his command your feet carry you towards his bedroom, where you start peeling your dress off as quickly as possible. Once it's off and you are only in your red lacy panties you scurry towards the bed and sit, your feet dangling from the side, waiting anxiously.

After what felt like ages, which was probably a couple of minutes, the man returns, sauntering into the room with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a small bucket of ice in the other. The dark look in his eyes shoots shivers down your spine and makes your nipples harden.

God, you'd let him do just about anything to you.

"Have you picked out a safeword?" His eyes gaze into you so deeply you're scared you'll end up in flames. You've to swallow to find your voice. "Y-yes. Gentleman."

You have decided to use that word to tease Joshua after Jeonghan told you about how he used to claim to be one back when they were in college.

Joshua snorts, chuckling dryly as he sets down the ice and whiskey on the bedside table. "Always a brat, I see. Well, use it whenever you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop. Are we clear?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... daddy."

He gives you a salacious smirk and you swear it's enough to make you come. "Good girl. Get on the bed now. On all fours."

On fours? Holy shit.

You blink, taking a moment to process his command before shuffling to the position he wants you to be in.

"Good." He hums and you feel him coming to stand behind you. Then, you feel his movements and the clink of metal makes you realize he's taking off his belt.

"I'm going to spank you with this, do you hear me?" You feel the long piece of leather dangle next to you and your throat dries up.

Holy fucking baby Jesus.

You know he's expecting a response so you choke out one. "Yes, d-daddy."

"What do you do when you feel uncomfortable?"

"U-use my safeword. G-gentleman."

"Hmm, looks like my dumb girl can do more than tease her daddy." He hums, his knuckles stroking your ass cheek, giving you goosebumps. You've to fight to hold yourself up, just the faintest of his touch making your knees and elbows weak.

"We'll go with ten spanks."

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

"Okay, daddy."

The anticipation is mind-boggling, breath talkingly crazy. You hold your breath and wait for the first strike which comes as a sudden smack, jostling you forward as you let out a moan.

You did not expect to like it so much.

"Okay?" Joshua's voice is quiet, patient and you nod your head vigorously, eager for more, "Yes, yes. M-more, please." You hear him make an amused sound and you would give anything to see his expression right now.

Just as you are getting lost in your thoughts, he delivers the next strike, wringing an equally needy moan from you. Then he delivers three more spanks in quick succession, all on your left cheek as you feel the skin heat up.

"Fuck!" You're out of breath when he lands the sixth strike on your right cheek. "Do you need a moment?" He asks, placing a gentle hand on your lower back. You shake your head, "N-no, please, continue."

The way you are dripping right now is absolutely mortifying and you are more desperate for his dick inside you than your next breath.

Fuck, how can getting your ass whipped turn you on so much?

He smacks your ass three more times repeatedly, as tears blur your vision, then strokes your burning flesh softly, "Such a good girl. One last time." His voice is hushed as you hold your breath, anticipating the end of your torture which comes stronger than ever. The last smack he lands on your ass makes your elbows give up as you whimper and mewl into the sheets.

Immediately you hear Joshua drop the belt before he gently turns you to face him gathering your body in his lap. Your ass feels like it's on fire as it comes in contact with his pants, making you whimper.

"Fuck, such a good little girl. You're so perfect." He praises you quietly, removing the hairs from your face as he rubs your shoulders comfortingly. Your heart gallops in your chest as you watch him look at you with adoration and pride and at that moment you realize you'd do anything to make this man proud.

"Should we take a break? Would like to get something to eat or drink?" He asks, eyes searching yours for discomfort.

Yes, your cock.

You shake your head. "N-no, please. Just fuck me."

That earns you a laugh from him as he shakes his head amusedly, his eyes crinkling in that beautiful manner that messes with your head. "So impatient." He presses a kiss on your temple before gently settling you on the bed and retrieving the belt from the floor. "Scoot up, sweets. Put your head on the pillow."

You swallow, eyeing the belt with wide eyes but do as he asks nonetheless, moving carefully not to scrap your ass too hard against the sheets. Once you are in position he crawls up towards you and then sits on his knees as he ties your hands to the headboard using his belt.

A shiver runs down your spine as you conjure up all the things he might do to you.

"Tell me if it gets uncomfortable, hmm?" He says as he gets up from the bed and picks up the glass of whiskey and takes a sip, heated eyes trained on your vulnerable form. Slowly his gaze travels from your eyes to your lips and then to your breasts before moving even lower. Once he has finished eye fucking you, he moves back into the bed and places himself right over your waist, his thighs around your smaller frame.

With the evilest of all smiles, he leans down to kiss your puckered nipple and then pours the cool whiskey right onto the sensitive bud making you squeal.

"Oh my god!"

You writhe, feeling the liquid drip down your breasts but before it can travel too far Joshua is lapping it all up, his heated tongue moving all over your cold flesh.

You're teetering on the verge of insanity.

"O-oh fuck! Daddy!" You scream. The pleasure is mind-numbing and you aren't even sure if you want him to stop or ask for more. You feel him grin against your skin as he pours more whiskey on your other breast and then continues the same torture on them. You keep howling and writhing helplessly beneath him, your core throbbing with utter need, words of pleas escaping your lips like a mantra.

Once he is satisfied and has left your skin feeling sticky, he takes one of the leftover ice cubes into his mouth and giving you a look of warning he presses it against your nipple.

"Shit!" You scream, legs thrashing around as your back arches from the bed. Your already hardened nipple feels achy and sore now as he teases your areola with the ice between his teeth before pressing it directly on the center of your nipple. As the ice comes in contact with your heated skin it starts to melt and drip down your breasts, making you shiver.

"J-Joshua, please."

"Hmm, not my name now, is it?" He hums, letting the now small, melting piece of ice drip down your chest as he reaches for a new one from the bucket. Taking it between his teeth once again, he gives you a cheeky smirk before pressing it against your other nipple, torturing you until it melts down completely and tears from your eyes trail down your temples.

"Daddy! Fuck! P-please—" as he lets the second cube melt into your skin, he encloses his lips around your over-sensitive nipple and gives it a hard suck, making your brain go haywire.

"Please! No more! P-please, just fuck me..." You whimper, your vision is blurred with tears, frustration getting to you. The urge to be filled with his cock, to reach your sweet release is stronger than ever.

"Sweet girl, begging so nicely," he hums and kisses you softly on the cheek, the action a complete one-eighty to his earlier one. "You need me here baby?" With your eyes shut, you feel the pads of his fingers brush against your clit and you moan loudly, "Yes! Yes, please! Please let me cum."

You hear a noncommittal hum, as if he's still considering it and you have the urge to scream. "Did you learn your lesson, sweets?" He asks and you have to blink as you process his words.

What is he talking about?

Your disorientated look amuses him. He pushes one of his fingers inside you and while his thumb strokes your clit he moves his face towards your dripping core, "Will you tease daddy again?" He asks, his voice low, eyes sparkling.

"No!" You immediately yell. "No! I'm so s-sorry, daddy. P-please, just let me come." Your hips chase his touch needily as you feel your orgasm approaching. Joshua seems to take mercy on you as he starts moving his finger inside you, his thumb stroking your clit harder while his tongue greedily laps up all your arousal. And that's all it takes for you to reach your release and drown in it.

Your scream rings in your ears as your toes curl and your whole body shudders, riding the most intense orgasm you've had yet. Tears burn your eyes and your throat hurts from all the screaming but you don't care, your mind lost in a place of pure lust.

"Good girl. Coming so nicely for me." He whispers, his voice slightly hoarse, his lips wet, eyes trained on your core hungrily.

As you start to come down from your release, Joshua moves off the bed, not before kissing your shoulder sweetly and shoving his fingers into your mouth to lick them clean. Then he stands at the foot of the bed for a moment, watching your helpless form with dark hunger in his eyes.

Ever so slowly, he starts peeling his navy blue blazer from his large shoulders, fully revealing the minty blue turtleneck underneath it. The material hugs his bulky form perfectly, especially around his chest and you mentally take a note to appreciate that part of him sometime later, when you are not tied up and desperate for dick.

"I can see how much you want me," his deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts. "You aren't even trying to hide it, dirty girl. You're dripping all over the bed." He observes, eyes trained between your legs as he peels off the turtleneck and bares his glorious body to your hungry eyes.

If you were dripping before, now you are flooding the bed. The sight of his broad, muscular chest and the sheer dominance radiating from his presence makes you whimper pathetically. And he isn't even fully naked yet.

"P-please, daddy. Please, f-fuck me." You beg.

"I will, sweets. I will." And that's a promise.

He unbuttons his pants and swiftly tugs them down with his boxers, finally revealing the star of the show. His cock is so hard it looks painful and you can see precum oozing out from the tip.

Subconsciously you lick your dry lips. Will he fuck your mouth now? Should you beg for it?

"I know what you are thinking, dirty girl," he muses as he crawls on top of you. "But not today," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss at the top of your pussy and stroking two fingers on your folds to collect your wetness. Keeping his eyes on you, he pops them into his mouth and sucks his fingers, obscene sounds echoing in the room that makes you writhe helplessly.

"P-please..."

Giving you a look of reassurance and promise he shifts so that his cock is positioned right in front of your opening. Tapping your sensitive core with the head of his member, he grunts and then slides inside, in a full thrust.

"Fuck!" You almost come at the overwhelming fullness. "Shit," he groans, eyes shutting down. "So fucking tight, sweets."

Joshua wastes no time, increasing his pace as he starts to rock the bed, his unbelievably thick length going in and out of you nonstop. Your mouth remains open, voice gone from all the screaming, only sobs and whimpers escaping you as you feel his thrusts in every nerve of your body. You know you're not far from coming.

"You are squeezing me so bad, baby. I should fuck you open with a dildo next time." He says and the sheer filthiness in his words makes your eyes roll back into your head as your toes curl at the mental image.

Before you can warn him, you are coming.

"Fuck, fuck!" You hear him hiss through the ringing in your ears as your whole body shakes in the impact of your orgasm. It's a miracle you haven't blacked out yet.

"Shit, holy shit." He groans, his moan drawing out as he feels your walls clenching around him repeatedly. "I'm coming too, fuck." He grunts, his pace faltering and through the mind-blowing haze of your orgasm, you manage to see his face, godlike and lost in the throes of pleasure; something that will be ingrained in your mind for years to come.

As you twitch and shake beneath him, you feel him release inside you, making you moan out loud at the warm feeling. His large body shudders on top of you, your hands holding onto his back tightly as he fills you up. Still not done with you, Joshua's hand moves into your clit and he wastes no time rubbing the swollen bud making you shriek so loud you think your voice will break.

"Joshua! Please! I can't— "

"One last time, sweets. One last time," he whispers and as if your body is on autopilot, a slave to his command, another wave of pleasure rushes through you that makes black spots appear in your vision. You feel hazy and achy all over but oh so sated and drowsy, feeling like you are floating on a bunch of clouds.

The next moments are blurry, you can barely sense some shifting around you, and the feel of a soft warm hand on your body as you are pulled into a deep, dark slumber.

-

"So...you are saying that he's not only ungodly handsome, unbelievably polite but also a freak in bed?" Kira whisper yells, clutching your shoulders and violently shaking you as she squeals. You cringe and look around the fairly empty grocery shop aisles and pray that no one heard her. "Keep it down, will you?" You grit your teeth, scowling at her but she doesn't listen. She keeps on giggling to herself while giving you a dirty look, making you regret spilling the beans to her.

You don't know why you did that. It has been a day since that magical night with Joshua and though your whipped ass now hurts significantly less, you couldn't forget about the act, the filthiness of it, the pleasure you got from it, the way you crave it again. 

Confused and horny, you decided to spit it all out as soon as you two met today.

"Stop looking at me like that," you hiss, trying to ignore the dirty stare she's giving you and busying yourself with searching for the items you need.

"I gotta tell Naomi." She grins as she quickly fetches her phone out of her purse. "No!" You hiss, reaching for her phone, mortified, regretting waking up this morning but she dodges your hands and skips away as she quickly starts typing. There's a little struggle between the two of you but when you get your hands on the device the damage is already done.

Kira: ______ GOT HER ASS SPANKED BY HER DADDY!!!! SHE LOVED IT!!!

Naomi: AAAAAAA! WTFFFFF!!! I WANT DETAILS. HANG OUT AT MY PLACE NOW!

Groaning, you hand her the device back. "I didn't say I loved it."

"Oh but I could see it in your face!" She keeps grinning like a stupid idiot. "You had this longing, fond tone in your voice. You're literally glowing. You look like you're in love!"

Her words bring your entire world to a halt. The hand that was reaching for the milk carton stills midway as you become solid like a statue and let your friend's words wash over you.

No, no it can't be true.

"Holy shit, _____ I didn't— " Kira's voice is breathy. "You— you really are..."

"No!" You snap, head whipping towards her. "No! Of course not!" The words feel impotent and pathetic even to your ears but you stay adamant. "No, I'm not. It's not like that."

Kira stays silent, giving you a sad, almost pitiful look and you half expect her to start talking but she doesn't and for once, you are glad she shuts up.

The thought that you may have fallen in love with Joshua scares you to your bones. You cannot bring yourself to even think of it, much less acknowledge it. You just can't.

If life has taught you one thing, it is that love is a fickle thing and for some people, like yourself, it does more damage than good. 

-

That weekend Joshua sends his car to drop you off at his place to get ready as he announces that he's taking you out for the evening.

You are a little surprised when you first receive his text and you're even more shocked when you go to his penthouse and find out a dress has already been picked for you, with shoes and all other accessories.

"Wow..." You're a little dazed with all the arrangement and wondering what is the occasion. Joshua gives you a sheepish smile when he sees your dazzled look. 

"Where are we going?" You ask.

"You'll see. I'll leave you to get ready." He answers, dropping a quick kiss on your cheek and heading out the door. You gaze at the beautiful red garment with slight hesitation. Joshua has been weird the last few days; his texts seemed a little off and now that you've seen him in person, he looks a little jittery and nervous and he didn't answer your question. It makes you wonder if everything is okay.

Maybe it's a problem at the company? But that doesn't really explain his behavior. If it was regarding his business, he would have been serious and collected, not like this.

Despite the uneasy feeling in your gut, you start getting ready. A while later, when you are done with your makeup and putting on your earrings, there's a knock at the door, before Joshua steps into the room.

Oh wow.

He's dressed simple yet expensive; in an off-white suit over a loose white tee, a Dior chain dangling around his neck. His hair is half brushed back and a half left to cover his forehead and there is this ethereal glow on his face that makes your heart skip a few beats.

You've to bitterly remind yourself not to fall for him. Even more, that is.

"Hey." He gives you a soft smile and you almost melt into a puddle on the floor.

"Hi," your voice is breathy.

"You look... absolutely gorgeous." He takes determined steps towards you, eyes going over your form before coming to stop at your face. "So fucking beautiful." He whispers, his thumb reaching out to brush against your cheek and your heart quite literally leaps out of your chest. The subtle scent of his cologne doesn't help either. He smells fresh and inviting and all the good things in the world. You are scared for a second that you might pass out.

"Thanks." You whisper, shyly averting your eyes from him and trying to get your racing heart under control.

With one hand Joshua tilts your face up and before you can blink, he kisses you, gently pressing his lips against yours. Your heart beats so loudly you're scared he can hear it and the urge to just give up all your barriers and break down in front of him and tell him everything in your heart is too much for you to bear.

So before you do that, you take a small step back that puts distance between your lips. Joshua looks at you, confused as his brows knit together.

"I...I'm sorry if I made— " He starts.

"No! I just...my lipstick is gonna get messy," you're quick to interject him, voice jittery. He gazes at you for a brief second before laughing softly, "Oh yeah, right. Sorry. Well then, come out when you're finished. The car's waiting."

He gives you his infamous sweet smile before turning on his heel and walking out of the room. You don't realize you were holding a breath until he's gone and you feel air rush back into your lungs as you collapse onto the stool in front of the mirror.

After you've finished dressing up, Joshua guided you to the car, his arm casually slinging to yours. A quiet, somewhat tense car ride later, you find yourself in front of what can be the most beautiful place you've ever seen. It's a grandiloquent fine dining restaurant and just by looking at the beautiful, antique European architecture of the building, the gilded marbled pillars and crystal chandeliers, your breath is stolen away.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Joshua asks, a smirk on his face.

You can only nod, as you gape at the marvelous place in wonder and let Joshua lead you through. You look completely out of place; while everyone else looks calm and habituated, talking and eating, you keep turning your head in various directions, eyes wide open and small gasps leaving you every now and then.

But you're yet to be surprised as a finely dressed man leads you both to a pair of double doors which open to reveal the huge balcony, in the middle of which sits a candle-lit table with two chairs.

Suddenly, all your breath wheezes out of your lungs and you turn into stone. This feels too intimate. Way too intimate for a sugar daddy and his sugar baby. Your throat dries up.

"Let's sit," Joshua ushers you towards the table as he helps you sit down. You've turned stoic, your heart pounding against your ribcage as you start getting an idea of where this is going.

While a part of you really, really likes it, the larger part, the part of you that always puts up walls to protect yourself goes into fight mode.

You can't trust yourself enough for this. You can't trust the universe enough for this. This all feels like a cruel game, a game in which you are bound to lose.

"Do you like it?" Joshua asks softly.

"Yeah. It's beautiful." Your tone is rather poignant. "I've to say this was not what I was expecting."

Joshua frowns. "What were you expecting?"

"I don't know. Maybe just another business event or something." You shrug, your hand motioning around vaguely. Joshua is silent for a bit, watching you with careful eyes.

"Why does it feel like you don't like this?"

His voice is just a breath above a whisper and you almost think you weren't meant to hear it. The hurt is clear in his voice and it absolutely wrecks you, making you want to scream out loud how much you love it all. How much you love this.

How much you love him.

You feel nauseous. The fears and traumas buried deep within you surface all at once and you have this urge to run away from everything forever.

"I—" whatever you wanted to say dies in your throat as you meet Joshua's expectant, slightly pained eyes. Your lips press into a thin line as you remain silent. A waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, breaking the moment between the two of you. He asks if you are ready to order and you shake your head, pretending to busy yourself with the menu and Joshua dismisses him.

Your eyes scan over the words but your brain processes none of it, too busy overthinking this situation. You are tired, burdened and oh how much you want to cave in, finally give up, retract your weapons and let him do whatever he wants to with you but you're scared to death.

A courageous person would do that. They would fight for the person they love, struggle to acquire anything good life threw their way. But you are not that person.

All your life you've been hiding, running and burying things that scared you. That's the only way you know how to survive. So you make your mind up.

"Joshua," you utter his name, closing the menu and sitting up straighter to meet his eyes. "I can't do this."

The man is in the middle of pouring you wine when he stills, his eyes fleeting over to you, confused at first, then worried. He sets down the wine bottle and murmurs, "What do you mean?"

"I can't do this. I- can't...This is too much," you breathe, hating how your emotions choke you up. Joshua looks like a puppy that has been kicked. His eyes search for yours anxiously. "You don't like this place?" The softness in his voice tugs at your heartstrings and you feel yourself getting more annoyed.

"No!" You snap. "It's not about the place. It's about this. What we're doing. I... can't. I can't do this, please..." You're fighting to keep your tears at bay. The pain and helplessness in Joshua's eyes are unmistakable. "If you want we can just go home..." He's still clinging onto that stupid hope, ignoring the real meaning behind your words even though he knows it well.

God, why did it have to be this man who fell for you? And why do keep feeling the same for him?

You can't see him in any more distress or you're going to end up running into his arms, soothing away all his pain. So you inhale deeply and stand up. "Joshua. I can't give you more. I'm sorry but this is too much for me. I know what you are expecting. And I can't give you that. I'm sorry. This relationship has no place for love."

He stands up with you too and watches you with wide, panicked eyes. "Let's talk about it, _____. You don't have to give me anything you don't want to." His voice is feather-light and it once again almost breaks your resolve.

"No," you shake your head. "I can't stay with you. This...you— you overwhelm me. This...what we're doing right now, I can't do this. This is too much for me." You swallow and blink away the tears that are on the verge of falling.

Joshua watches you in silence for a while and as you reach for your purse, you hear him whisper. "I'm sorry, ______. Please."

And the dam breaks.

"No!" You are yelling now. "Don't apologize! Please! This is not your fault! It's mine. I can't do this Joshua. I can't give you what you want. I am not the person you need me to be. I— I can't...I'm sorry, Joshua."

"But you already are. You are what I need."

All the air leaves your lungs. The feelings you've been experiencing so far increase tenfold. He speaks the words that you never, ever thought someone would say to you in this lifetime and now you're at your wit's end. His admission makes this all so much real.

This has to end.

"No, I'm not! Please leave me alone!" You yell, hiccuping midway as you scramble to sling your bag over your shoulder and without even sparing a glance at him, you run out of the terrace.

Even though Joshua calls for you from behind you tune his voice out and keep taking determined steps until you're out and far away from the restaurant.

It's better this way when you can still walk away from him. When you are not madly, deeply in love with him. Who are you kidding? That man made his way into your heart the very first time you saw him.

It's ripping you apart, leaving him, but it's not as painful as when he eventually abandons you. They all leave. There is no happy ending. Not for you. Not in this life.

You're doing this for yourself. You're doing this for yourself. You keep chanting in your head as you walk out of the restaurant, feet briskly moving against the pavement as you step further away from that lavish place.

Fetching your phone out as means of distraction, you find messages from Naomi and Kira, wishing you well on your date and whatnot. You scoff, shaking your head humourlessly as you try not to break into tears. Instead, you type out a message in the group chat.

Can I come over? Let's meet at Kira's place.

You shut your phone off as soon as they start sending concerned messages. You can't talk right now. You need to gather your shit together and just breathe for a few moments.

You've probably done the stupidest thing on this planet and broke an innocent man's heart so you need to have a few moments to yourself. You walk aimlessly around the city, the cold air making you shiver a little but you welcome it as it is a good distraction.

When you arrive at a random park, you find yourself a bench and sit down to watch the dark sky and the soft twinkle of the stars. And it seems like there's no escape for you as you are suddenly overwhelmed with a certain memory regarding Joshua.

It was at beginning of your relationship when you had just started to stay over at his place during the weekends. One night after dinner, he requested you to sit with him on his balcony as he offered you a glass of wine.

High above the ground, closer to the sky, you sat with him in utter silence except for a soft melody playing in the background from a speaker. None of you said a word but the moment was nowhere near awkward but purely magical. You had spent hours simply stargazing which was odd to do in the bustling city. For some reason, on that magical night, the sky was filled with more stars than you had ever seen in your life. 

Joshua kept refilling your glasses and exchanged soft, coquettish smiles, sometimes sweet touches with you that sent your heart in a frenzy. It was a night of silence, peace and magic and now that the moment is a far memory, you realize something.

That was probably the time you really fell in love with Joshua.

The realization brings tears to your eyes as you watch the sky now, alone and broken-hearted and like a cruel game of fate, the sky is full of stars today, too.

Whatever was left of your heart breaks even more as you try to wipe the tears and keep that at bay.

This moment right now is painful and absolutely heart wrenching but this is also a moment of clarity for you, you realize. You're a coward for running from the only good thing in your life but somehow, now you're strong enough to cut off a part of you, the cancerous part that you've been dragging for far too long.

So you quickly call the person from your caller list and wait for them to pick up.

"Finally changed your mind?" Is the first thing your sister says.

You clench your fists and bite your tongue to stop yourself from lashing out. "I'm calling to let you know that I won't receive your call ever again. I don't want anything to do with you. Or mom. I'm done."

"What?" She shrieks. "Listen, who do you think you are— "

"Aren't you tired too?" You whisper, finally breaking. "How long will this go on? It's been like this since dad died. We're a family. We're supposed to protect each other, love each other. But we're killing each other here and I'm tired. Let's just stop, Melissa."

There's silence on the other end of the line.

You continue. "I let mom go when she left us and refused to be helped. She's a lost cause and we know it. You can't keep sending her money. Well, if you want to, then do but I won't. I'm tired, Melissa."

"So you are dumping her on me?" She accuses.

"No, I'm not." You sigh, rubbing your forehead. "I'm telling you what I'm going to do. I'm telling you that you can do whatever you want to. Send her money, keep in touch with her or don't, I don't care. I won't accept your calls from now on and I hope you won't call too, Melissa."

"Fuck you, _____."

A lone teardrop pours down your cheek. "You were not the best sister but I understand you a little now. You were young and you had your own life. Still, you didn't kick me out when mom left. Thank you for that. And I'm sorry. If we meet again, let it be under better circumstances."

"Listen here, you fuck—"

"Goodbye, Melissa."

As you stare at the dark screen of your mobile, you feel like a huge burden has been lifted from your shoulders. You feel lighter and it feels easier to breathe. So you do.

You just breathe.

You inhale a lungful of air, despite it being chilly and try to put everything past you. Getting up from the bench you walk back towards the main road where you hail a cab to take you to Kira's place.

-

It has never been this quiet with the three of you. Whenever you all gathered it would be pure chaos but the scenery today is something you never expected to face.

Kira and Naomi sit on both of your sides, their face solemn as they stare at the wine glasses in their hands, much like what you are doing.

You came here and told them everything, crying your eyes out as you relieved the entire evening once again. They listened and even they got teary eyed which prolonged another crying session.

Now you sit on the sofa, drinking wine to knock yourself out but somehow that seems like a burden too. Now that you have no more tears left to cry there's a chilling hollow settling into your bones and you feel like a shell, an empty person, completely vacant inside.

"Why do I feel like I'm the one who broke up a 10 year old relationship or something?" Kira whispers, staring ahead blankly.

There's a pregnant pause in the air.

Her words sit heavy on your heart.

Naomi, who has been totally silent until now, shares her two cents. "______...what if...what if you read way too much into this? What if he just took you out on a simple dinner? What if he doesn't, you know...want you like that?"

A dry chuckle escapes your lips. "Naomi," you sigh. "You should have seen the look in his eyes. He— he looked at me with so much hope, like I'm his entire world or something." You shake your head, trying to rid the image of his sparkling eyes from your brain. They will haunt you even on your deathbed.

You set the glass down with a rather loud clank. "I mean— I knew something was up...he was being so weird the past few days. But I— I just couldn't imagine that he'd actually do something like this..." You rub your temples.

"What the fuck is wrong with that man?" Now you're yelling like a madwoman. "That guy could have anyone he wants but he chooses me! A good-for-nothing, weird and bitchy and broke college student! That's suspicious, right? He really can't really love me, can he?"

Your friends give you judgemental, you've completely lost your mind looks. "First of all," Kira starts in her no-nonsense tone, which is rare. "You are not good for nothing, weird or bitchy. Broke? Yes. But who the fuck cares? We're all broke. If anything, _____, you're a person full of dreams and ambitions and love. We have received so much love from you, even though you didn't get that from your family. I know you don't let many get close to you but the few of us who have been blessed with your presence know and feel and see what a truly great person you are."

Your friend's words close up your throat and suddenly, you feel like you've swallowed a sock. You hate this. You hate when they praise you like this and hate how much you want to believe them, how much you crave these words.

"Seriously," Naomi says. "You've never denied any of our requests. You've been there for us, for me, always. Even when I couldn't finish my history report, you came to my place in the middle of the night just to be my moral support. You give and give and give, ______ even though you have never received enough, you give, unknowingly."

"Guys..." Fresh tears start accumulating in your eyes. "You're my friends, I'm supposed to do all that." You mumble.

"No, you're not. You could've been a bitch of a friend and used us to get what you needed. And you literally forgave your sister for all her bullshit. " Kira rolls her eyes. "Give yourself a little credit, ______. You had a tough life but you've still managed to become this amazing person and you've been giving selflessly for us."

"No wonder Joshua would fall for you." Naomi playfully pokes your temple. "You're incredibly dense but you're a lovely person and an even lovelier company. You definitely made Joshua feel something that he didn't feel before to make him fall for you."

A lone tear trails down your cheek as you fiddle with your fingers.

Kira downs her glass in one go and shuffles next to you. "Now that we are being honest and spilling whatever the fuck is in our hearts, lemme say something else. You're a pussy. You're a pussy for leaving that man, a simp of a man like that."

You narrow your eyes at your friend's words and from beside you, Naomi snorts. "Yeah, I agree with that."

You turn to glare at her. So they are ganging up on you now?

"Seriously. Joshua is like a guy straight out of a romance novel or some shit. And I'm not talking about his billionaire extravaganza or whatever. I'm talking about his personality. Yes, I've never met him but he sounds so pure and gentle— "

"Except when he's in bed, of course," Kira interrupts with a giggle which tells you she's pretty drunk.

Before Naomi can continue her monologue, you stand up and hold your hands up in surrender. "Okay! Okay! I know what a great guy he is, alright? You don't have to kiss his ass like this. Besides, whose team are you on?"

"Team Joshua, sorry," Kira replies in an instant, leaning back into the sofa and giving you a cocky smile.

"Me too." Naomi gives you a sheepish smile.

"You two are traitors, you know?" You hiss at them.

"We're the speakers of the harsh truths. And I will say one more thing." Kira holds her hand up as if asking permission. "You should try."

"Try what?"

"To win him back."

You stare at her, incredulous, utterly baffled and if she had told you to run over an old lady or something, you'd be less surprised.

"You're drunk, Kira." You sigh.

"She's completely right." Naomi is quick to defend. "Who knows, _____? Maybe you still have a chance. Maybe this decision will change your life forever. Yes, there's nothing set in stone but I think you've tortured yourself enough. And this one time, just this once, you should chase after something. I mean, it is fucking clear you two love each other. Why are you putting the two of you through so much pain?"

You swallow. It seems like there's no ground beneath you, you're free falling and falling into a deep dark abyss where her words echo around and feel like a cold bucket of water on your skin.

"I don't know. I'm scared." Your cracks as you realize how much you want to see Joshua, just once more. You want to tell him how sorry you are and how much you love him, how he has become your hope and your entire world in such a short time.

You really are a pussy.

"Oh, babe." Kira quickly comes to wrap her arms around you, followed by Naomi. "It's okay. It's perfectly normal. But it shouldn't stop you."

"Let me call you a cab," Naomi is already moving away and rushing for the door.

"Wait- are you crazy? I didn't even— " you're hushed as Kira puts a finger on your lips. "Shut up. Get in the car and go to him. Talk to him. If he doesn't give you another chance, my name isn't Kira and I vow to pay for your rent for the rest of our lives."

You can't help but snort. "Be prepared."

She rolls her eyes. "But. If he does take you back, which he will, you shall attend my wedding wearing a tiger costume."

Before you can protest, Naomi rushes back in. "Hey! The cab's here."

"Go get him, tiger!"

As you are heading for the car, you hear Hoshi, Kira's boyfriend, emerge from his room in which he had been cooped up until now, giving the three of you privacy. "Hey, babe! Who are you calling tiger other than me?"

"Oh shut up and take me to bed, tiger."

You shake your head, a smile on your lips as you feel a little hope bloom in your chest. 

Maybe you still have a chance.

-

This is stupid. So unbelievable stupid and embarrassing. No one in their right mind would do this.

As you stand in front of Joshua's front door tipsy, tired and slightly shivering from the cold, you realize how badly this could go.

But since you've come this far, you might as well just go with it because the cab fare was definitely not cheap.

Your finger which has been hovering over the calling bell button with a gap of millimeters finally presses it and you go completely rigid, waiting for Joshua to either open the door or at least receive your call on the intercom.

Looks like he has decided you don't deserve to put your foot in his place no more because there's a beep alerting you that he has received the call and is currently watching you through the screen.

You realize you've never been this nervous in your life as you stare at the intercom camera, wide eyed with an embarrassed, awkward smile plastered on your face.

Shit. Get yourself together before he decides to end the call.

"H-hi," your voice is so pathetic to your own ears that you want to punch the wall and howl. "It's me...as you can see..."

Your subconscious facepalms and starts to bury herself into an imaginary ground. You wish you could do the same.

"I'm sorry, I— " You exhale a deep breath. You don't even know what you are trying to say. Rubbing your hands on your arms to provide some warmth, you take several deep breaths.

You can do this. You've got this one chance. You can't fuck this up.

This time, determined, you focus your eyes back on the camera. "As you can see, I'm really bad at this and talking to a camera feels even weird. So I'm just gonna sit down here and talk. Please just listen to me, that's all I ask of you."

You make yourself comfortable on the ground as you lean against the wall just by the door to his penthouse. As soon as your ass hits the floor, you shiver due to its coldness.

You'll probably die of pneumonia but it'll be so worth it.

Inhaling a lungful of air, you start. "I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry about a lot of things, Joshua, especially about tonight. I did the most horrible, despicable, atrocious thing ever and I probably broke your heart but you have to know I didn't mean it and I didn't want to do it."

You let out a breath, blinking repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

"I'm so, so stupid, Joshua. And I'm such a coward. You're the best thing that has happened to me in this hell of a life and I've always pushed you away. But I never wanted to do it. I never wanted to let you go. I wanted to be close to you. I longed for you more and more every day and that sacred me. I'm s-so s-scared, Joshua." Somewhere along the line, your voice cracks and a quiet sob ripples out of your throat. Clearing your voice, you start again.

"You know, I've always been left behind. The people that were supposed to love me, didn't and that made me realize that if they didn't love me, how could someone else do that? I know this sounds like bullshit but I've always been scared of this. I hated the thought of being abandoned or seen as a burden or a charity. And I kept making things worse in my head even though the reality was far from it."

"The time I spent with you was magical, Joshua. Every moment of it. Even though I didn't deserve any of it, you gave me so much and made me feel so appreciated. I can't thank you enough for that. And I can't apologize enough for what I've done to you today. But still, I'm here and I'll say I'm sorry. I'll say it a million times not to make you forgive me but to show you that I mean it." You breathe in deeply.

There has been utter silence and you would think he left but there has been no sound from the device to let you know he hung up.

Once again, gathering all your courage, you speak. "I know you'll probably never want to see my face again but just know that..." You stop as you have to speak the three words that have been on the tip of your tongue for ages now. The words that you've always wanted to tell him yet you didn't. Well, now's your chance.

"I love you, Joshua. I love you so fucking much I only wish I could explain. I love you more than anything in the entire world. And I'm sorry for not see saying this earlier, when the moment was right, when you were in front of me. But I need you to know, Joshua. I love you."

It takes you a while to realize that you're crying but you're surprised to understand that the tears are not from any pain but from the huge relief you feel, how your heart feels lighter and how free and liberated you feel.

So you let the tears fall, crying your heart out because you are leaving your old self here, right at this moment. No matter what happens from now on, however Joshua treats you, you will remember this feeling and you will hold it dearest in your heart.

As you are in the middle of your crying session, you hear something akin to a door opening, somewhere far off so you don't open your eyes to check. But then you hear footsteps and some movement beside and as you open your eyes and look up, you see him.

Joshua's blank stare is the first thing that greets you as he keeps eyeing you with a straight face, no emotion whatsoever. Quickly you wipe away your tears in an attempt to look less pathetic— not that it helps and prepare yourself to be kicked to the curb.

Instead, he surprises you by holding out his hand. With wide eyes and like a deer stuck in headlights, you gape at him and then his hand, before you realize he's offering it to help you stand up. With a shaky hand, you reach for it and Joshua pulls you up from the cold ground and right into his warm chest.

The moment is something straight out of a movie as the force of his tug sends you crashing into his strong chest. For a moment, you hesitate but when you see he makes no attempt to push you away, you bury your face into his soft sweater. His arms wrap around your back, rubbing it up and down as he comments on how cold you are.

However, you can't bring yourself to care for anything else. This moment right here is your heaven and even though the thought that this may be the last time you get to feel his body next to you splits your heart open, you don't let it distract you. Instead, you inhale deeply into his chest and let his clean scent wash over you, ingraining it into the deepest part of your brain as you let your body go lax for a moment.

For the first time since being with him, you drop all your guards and simply let your bodies mold into one, uncaring of everything else and just feeling him, baring yourself to him. The only thing you hate is that it took you this long.

As you are having your moment, Joshua suddenly grabs below your ass and then as if you are a child, carries you inside his house, cradling your body next to his despite your protests.

"You need to warm up." He states, voice devoid of emotion as he drops you onto the living room sofa and heads towards the bedroom. From there, he returns with a fluffy white blanket and drapes it around your shoulders.

You can only look at him in wonder as he does so. When you expect him to sit down next to you, or maybe say something, he disappears into the kitchen, leaving your dumbfounded state alone.

What is he doing? Why is he ignoring everything you had spilled? Did he not hear it? Does he not care anymore? Or is this a nice way of kicking you out of his life forever?

Anxiously you chew on your lip, wrapping the blanket around you tighter. Joshua returns right then, holding a steaming mug in one hand which seems to be tea. His gesture tugs at your heartstrings and you have this urge to start crying once again.

"Drink." It's a command as he holds the mug in front of you. You oblige, reaching for the mug and taking a small, careful sip before cupping it with your arms to feel the warmth. Now that you are inside you realize just how cold you had been.

Joshua sits next to you and almost subconsciously, you scoot away a little, afraid to come in contact with him for some reason. If he notices, he says nothing but stares at you with an unreadable expression, one that you've never seen on him and it makes you worry.

What is he thinking?

Swallowing, you take another sip of the tea and then another hoping to hear something from him. But he stays silent and you realize your worst fear has come true. He's done with you. He is going to kick you out as soon as you are done drinking this tea.

So you try to save yourself from further embarrassment. Setting the mug on the coffee table, you shrug the blanket off your shoulders and start getting up. "Well then...I'll get go— "

You're immediately pulled back into the sofa by a strong arm. Joshua's eyes blaze with an emotion you've never seen before; fiery, accusatory, annoyed as he hisses. "What is wrong with you!"

His reaction confuses you. What does he mean?

"What?" You blink, perplexed. "I— I just thought that I should go home— "

"Will you stop overthinking for once? Did I ask you to leave?" This time you hear the hurt in his tone more than the anger and you immediately sew your lips shut. Joshua rakes a frustrated hand through his hair and exhales loudly. "God, _____...." He shakes his head, probably at a loss for words.

"I was gonna leave because you were not saying anything and I thought you didn't want me to stick around..." You mumble.

"God. I was letting you warm up and feel comfortable before I addressed the elephant in the room." He glares at you.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, a part of you feels giddy. You've never seen Joshua angry before so this is a sight. And something tells you, you shouldn't poke him right now and just be quiet. You whisper. "Sorry."

Joshua sighs, his shoulders visibly slugging and he looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. You have this urge to reach out to him and smooth out the lines of worry on his face.

"You're so... stubborn, ______." He murmurs, more to himself than you. "God...the least you could have done was listen to me instead of ditching me like that."

You wince at the memory. That, undoubtedly, was the stupidest decision you ever made. You're about to, once again, apologize but Joshua starts talking.

"_______." His eyes lock with yours. "You're such an amazing person and it is my fault for not making you realize it and letting you think so little of yourself."

You're opening your mouth to interrupt but he holds up his finger and begrudgingly, you stop. How can he say that?

"But now that you're here, I'll say something I've always wanted to say. You're the best thing that could have happened to me and I wish I could show you how much I mean it. I sometimes honestly have a hard time grasping the fact that you are real and you are in my life, ______. I've found myself attracted to you from the first day we met at the restaurant. You're different, you're intriguing. You've shielded your heart from the world yet you have this lively innocence surrounding you and it drew me in. Whenever I looked at you— even thought of you, I felt at peace and I felt better. I didn't realize I was lonely until you came along, ______. You make the dullest things interesting. You make my world so fucking colorful. You bring life to me and the thought of you leaving kills me."

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

You're crying. It's impossible to not cry after hearing those words, paired with the look in his eyes, the raw emotions shining in them. You have to stifle your sobs to let him speak and not end up wailing once again.

Gosh, you never knew you have so many tears.

One of Joshua's hands reaches out to wipe a trail of tear from your cheek. "I want you and everything that comes with you. Every tear, every pain, every scar, every little thing you have, I want it. I need it. I need you just as you are, ______. And I would do anything to protect you. I really hope you will start believing that."

You can't help it anymore. You're flinging yourself into his arms, ugly crying, fat tears rolling down your face as you try to literally bury yourself in his chest. "Oh, Joshua."

"Shh. It's okay. Gosh, you're such a crybaby." The tenderness in his voice laced with emotions, his soft stroking on your hair— it all makes you turn into mush for this man and you swear to yourself as long as you have life in your body, you will never ever hurt this man again nor let anybody hurt him.

"I love you too, _____. You were silly to think I'd never want to see you again." He whispers into your hair. You're moving to look up at him but he holds you tightly, keeping you in his arms as he continues speaking. "My heart broke when you left, I'm not going to lie. But I was mad at myself. I couldn't make you comfortable enough to— "

"Joshua, no." Your tone is adamant as you push against his chest and scowl at him. "Please, please don't say that. What I did today evening was a horrible decision on my part. You had nothing to do with it. As always, I let my intrusive thoughts win but it won't be happening from now on." Your hands reach forward to cup his cheek. "I love you. I've always loved you and I always will."

"I love you too." He gives you the softest of smiles and fireworks go off in your heart. You want to scream, cry and yell at the top of your lungs but you only manage to grin from ear to ear. Joshua mirrors it before leaning towards you, eyes going over to your lips.

Your breath stutters.

Softly, oh so slowly, he attaches his lips to yours while cupping both of your cheeks. Your hands move to clutch his biceps as you completely melt against his mouth, the familiar feel and taste of him soothing away all the pain from the last couple of hours.

Wanting more, you shift and move on top of his thighs, kissing him deeply and urgently. He reciprocates and soon it's a battle of teeth and tongue. When you both pull apart for air, Joshua has this flushed glow on his face, his eyes shining with so much love and it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. If there was a jetpack attached to your heart it would take off to space right now.

"I'm so lucky to have you." You say thoughtlessly. He laughs softly at that but you're completely serious. "I can't believe you forgave me after what I did. I was such an asshole."

"No, you weren't." He frowns before tapping your temple. "You just said no more intrusive thoughts. So stop that."

Right.

You manage a sheepish smile as he once again engulfs you into his huge chest. You snuggle into him, getting comfortable and letting your mind simply drift. He holds you in silence, occasionally kissing your hair while he rubs your back softly. You feel yourself drifting off, the absolute comfort and safety of his arms making you sleepy. Not to mention you've had the most eventful evening of your life.

Just then, he speaks. "You're so cute. Falling asleep on me, sweets. But there's something you're forgetting."

"Hmm?"

"I think you deserve a punishment for what you did this evening."

The seductive growl in his voice suddenly removes all the sleep from your system and you're wide awake and anticipating. Your surprised, slightly excited gaze makes him smirk.

"I thought we're now past that daddy and baby relationship." You faux pout but he sees through your act. His eyes narrow. "So you don't want a punishment?"

"Hmm." You pretend to think. "Does it involve spanking?"

The cocky grin on his face is panty melting.

"And much more." It's a promise that lightens up your whole body.

"Lead the way, daddy." You whisper in his ear, making sure he feels your breath. Joshua groans, pushing you onto your back on the sofa. "Such a brat till the end." He smashes his lips against yours, stroking your tongue with his as he holds your hands above your head together. "Let's do something about that, hmm? What's your safeword, sweets?"

"Gentleman."

1 year later

It's the same place. The historic one where you ditched Joshua almost a year ago and ran like Cinderella.

It's surreal how quickly a year has passed. You've got your degree and started your job as a junior editor at a rising publishing company, all with Joshua by your side. Joshua has also become good friends with Kira and Naomi, showing up with you on hangouts every now and then. They're absolute fans of him, giving him undivided attention and spilling every embarrassing secret about you. 

Kira also got engaged to Hoshi last month and as a congratulatory gift, Joshua got them tickets to the Maldives. You wanted to reprimand him for such an expensive gift but Kira's childish giddiness made you let him off easy.

Overall, life has been good. You've worked on yourself and now you're more accepting of everything that has been given to you. You have learned to focus more on the positive and let go of the negatives.

After that eventful night, your sister did call you but you didn't pick up and then she sent you messages giving all types of threats. She also dropped by your apartment when you weren't there so that was fortunate.

Not long after, you changed your number and after many requests from Joshua, you moved in with him. Now you've grown so accustomed to living with him that you don't know how you survived before.

Being back here, in this beautiful restaurant is quite exciting for you as you plan on doing the things you missed out on last time, like drinking the wine and eating the fancy food. The last time you were here definitely didn't go well but you're adamant about enjoying this night and replacing the bad memories with the good.

Joshua, however, has been stressed since he got in the car. You were the one to mention revisiting this restaurant and though he didn't deny your request, he definitely looks like he has PTSD, you now understand.

"Hey. I'm not walking out on you again." You reach for his hand over the table. He looks dashing, his dark hair pushed back, dressed in a pristine white shirt and dark grey suit and you can't wait to get home and take it all off.

His smile is a little nervous. "Sure." He mocks and you laugh. "If it makes you feel any better, you can walk out on me tonight. Do give me a moment to take off my heels though because I'll be chasing you."

That earns you a gentle laugh from him and you immediately feel better. If you ever got your hands on a time machine, you'd visit yourself that night and smack that bitch until she came to her senses. That'd be quite a scene.

Soon the waiter arrives and takes your orders before leaving you two to yourself once again. You take pictures of the beautiful place and the equally gorgeous night sky, before asking Joshua to take some photos of you.

"Joshua?" You call for him, thrice. The man seems to be lost somewhere else as he burns holes into the table. "Huh?" He blinks as you snap your fingers.

You sigh. "Shua, what's wrong? Is this about last time? I swear— "

"No! No, damn it." He says, a little too forcefully, making you concerned. What's wrong with him? Should you be getting worried? Is he... breaking up with you?

"Joshua?" Your voice suddenly becomes shaky. "Did I do something wrong? I— "

"Fuck. I can't wait anymore. Let's get this over with." He suddenly hisses and stands up, coming to stand by your chair. With alarmed eyes, you watch him, his face extremely serious, eyes focused but also a little nervous.

What on earth is the matter?

The next second, he drops onto one knee and your heart flies out of your chest, quite literally. You gasp and cover your mouth with both hands as he produces a little black box from his pocket and holds it open, revealing a beautiful, glittering diamond ring.

You're too stunned to speak.

"______." He breathes, eyes focused on you, his voice just a little shaky. "I love you. I fell in love with you the first day I saw you and I fall in love with you more and more every day. You're the sun of my world, my light in the dark and there is no life for me without you. So please, will you do the honor of marrying me and loving me forever?"

By now, hot tears are rolling down your face, probably ruinning your makeup but you just can't stop. You hiccup, trying to give him an answer but you can't. So you just nod your head aggressively and hold out your hand.

He gives you a fond smile and you can see the tears in his eyes shine as he puts the ring on your finger.

A perfect fit. Just like him.

"You didn't exactly say yes, you know." He teases as he stands up. You roll your eyes, wiping away the tears and pulling him closer by the lapels and kissing him deeply.

"Yes, Joshua. It's always a yes."

A/N 2: More than any other fic, your reviews and thoughts will be especially appreciated for this one as I've had a hard time finishing it due to writer's block and in general lack of motivation. But after doing so, I'm really happy and satisfied with the outcome. These characters are really dear to my heart so it would mean the world to me if you all left a little message. As always, thank you.

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[bangtan-fanfiction-finds]

Petname Babygirl

Author: @btsjeonjazz

Status: ongoing

Description:  Sleeping with some random guy was one thing. But realizing that he is your boss was a disaster until he offers you something tempting you cannot reject.

Rating: M

Tags: smut, yoongi x reader, sugardaddyau

Read here. 

[bts-au-recs]

I Got It From My Daddy

Author:  Honey0613

Relationship: Yoonkook

Status: Complete

Word Count:  188,288

Summary: Jungkook doesn't want a sugar daddy, but finds himself bought at an auction anyway.

What's he supposed to do when he actually starts enjoying the gifts and gets a crush on the man who pays for them?

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11040306/chapters/24609579

[softmtherfcker]

Ereri Haven Ereri week day 5: Sugar Daddy pt 2

“What the fuck?” I scream showing one of my only friends the newest follower of mine.

“That’s hilarious, you should answer and see what happens”

I look back to question why I continued to be this maniac‘s friend. With a simple stab to the throat they’d be dead. As I continued considering whether commuting a capital crime was worth it, they snatch the phone from my hand.

“Bro, give me that shit back!”

We quickly entered a wrestling match deciding who would get the phone. After a fair amount of struggling, the phone is freed from their treacherous claws. I opened my phone to find a message sent, given it was only a couple of incoherent words. For a few seconds I just glare in their general direction hoping they realized the amount of will I had to kill them.

“Hanji, fucking Zoë. What in the hell did you just do?”

“Helped you with your shit life that’s what! Imagine the scandal.” They say putting distance between us. Good.

“I’m going to kill you in your sleep. I know where you live.” I threaten putting the phone down to look for my pocket knife.

“Look, Levi. It’s not like you’re 13 or something, it’s legal and plus, dude’s hot so boom. No problem there.”

Luckily, the blade is nowhere to be found. Grumbling I opt for sitting on my bed facing away from Hanji, “Aww don’t be like that. I doubt—“

Before they could finish the sentence, a ping alerts the two. Quickly giving each other a look, Levi is unlocking his phone to see which app caused the sound.

“Dude no!” I scream in agony probably waking the neighbors. “Why!”

Hanji takes my phone after I throw it away from myself. They get into a fit of laughter shoving me playfully. The message read how he couldn’t understand what was sent but was happy that I sent something anyways.

“Hanji, you got me in this mess, fix it!” I shout tossing a few pillows.

“Just ask what you should send him for mon— I was joking! Give me the phone.”

Not trusting their judgement, I send a simple text and showing them, “Dude, that’s so wack!”

“Sending a hello is not wack. I don’t even know the dude!” I exclaim wildly.

With no time to process, another ping filled the air. Giddy, Hanji snatches the phone and replying before I can take it away once again. Not having enough energy to entertain the idea of wrestling them again, I pass the few seconds by cleaning a small part of my room.

“Done. Take a look.”

Snatching the phone away from them, I read the already sent messages and proceed to pounce on Hanji again, “Why are you like this!?”

Instead of answering they cackle in my face making me frustrated. I did not need this man knowing me or any of my business, with the exception being what was in my bio. We wrestle for a few more minutes before deciding it’s best to just lie down.

“Don’t come near me.”

They smirk opening their own phone, “Wouldn’t dream of it, buttercup.”

Rolling my eyes, I go back to the messages to find a few replies. Unfortunately, this stranger now knew that I was also happy to be texting him and what would I have to do for money. On the bright side he hadn’t replied. I quickly type out an apology, but not quick enough. Another reply pops up.

“Hopefully more pictures of that face, and maybe more?” What was this man thinking? Given I messaged him first he probably thought I was actually interested.

I sigh in defeat. Maybe this wouldn’t be that bad. I would only really be send pictures of my face and maybe an occasional chest pic. This could work. Groaning I turn and punch Hanji in their shoulder.

“The hell was that for?”

~ 2 weeks later ~

“You sure are glued to that phone of yours. What’s so interesting that you totally forget we’re here?” Annie questions trying to take a peek.

Clutching my phone, I turn away so the screen wasn’t visible, “None of your fucking business. If you’ll excuse me, I have something to attend to.”

I could feel the smirk radiating off of Hanji. They were the only person who knew what exactly that ‘something’ is. These last few days I’ve taken a liking to this ‘sugar baby’ thing. It also helped that the daddy, Eren, isn’t that bad. Fortunately, he hadn’t brought up meeting yet, so I had some leeway with what I sent.

I make my way to the bathroom finding a stall. With no one in the bathroom at the moment, I figure a mirror pic wouldn’t hurt. Taking the photo, I send it along with a good morning text. Not even a few minutes later, I’m receiving a message from Eren saying how cute I look and how I should have a wonderful day. Under it is a shirtless picture of him making me drool a little. Being attracted to him wasn’t a crime.

Wiping the dopey smile off my face, I walk into a stall finally to send him what I was originally planning on. I remove my shirt and place it on the hook making sure it wouldn’t fall. Raising my phone up so my torso would show, I double check that everything looked nice. After taking a few, I look over them before sending the best one.

Knowing that I’d get something in return, I make my way to class as the bell rings. On the way I feel my back pocket vibrate and smirk. Never a long wait with Eren. I fasten my pace hoping to get a seat in the back. Waking into the classroom, no one was here yet giving me time to sit down and look at the text and picture I had received. As fast as I open it I quickly put my phone down.

This time around, he sent a video fully nude with the words, “Look what you do to me.”

I reach for my bag ransacking it for my headphones. Watching it in the open wasn’t so smart with people slowly trickling into the room now. After a few minutes of finding and untangling the earbuds, I’m ready to watch the video. Just as I go to opening the text, Hanji bust through the door and bee lining to the seat next to me. Cursing to the gods, I put the phone down and rip one of the buds out.

“Hello, best friend of mine. So.. why <em>did<\em> you have to leave early?”

I shove them away from my face turning my body so my back was towards the wall, “Exactly what I told Annie, none of your business. Now leave me alone I have to watch something.”

“What is— ahhh Levi!” With their nosey self, they picked my phone up and saw the delicious body that belongs to Eren.

I snatch the phone back curling into myself attempting to ignore their not so quiet whispering, “Levi, you’re still talking to him?! I thought you would have stopped by now, but hubba hubba I see why you didn’t!”

“Shut up before I castrate you.” I mumble feeling blood rise to my cheeks.

“Can’t castrate something that’s not there!”

~•~

“Dear god, I hope today isn’t the day I die.”

The last few weeks messaging Eren consisted of him wondering just when would we meet up. I was very hesitant on the idea, but he’d constantly reassure me nothing drastic would happen and how he was who he said he was. Still hesitant, I agreed if we met somewhere close to me.

A few days later, and here I am at a pretty nice hotel nervous that something could go wrong. After convincing myself this would turn out fine, I go to the reception desk and ask, “I was told that there’d be a key waiting for me.”

“Which room, sir?” The woman questioned defensive.

“Uh, room 321?”

“Ah, alright here you go. It’s gonna be on the 10th floor.”

And just like that I was on my way. As the elevator got closer to the floor, the more nervous I got. Hopefully this wouldn’t end with me in the headlines. The soft ding breaks me out of my thoughts as the doors open. Walking towards the hotel door, I stand rigid. A million thoughts run through my head as I knock on the door. Without warning the door swings open revealing the face I’ve seen only in photos and videos thus far.

”Hello, princess.”

[turkcentric]

[Romano] Just walks over and plops into the man's lap where he throws his arms over Sadik's shoulders, and apropos of nothing leans in kissing him.

UNPROMPTED ASKS, ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

[Pauses mid-chew--rosewater is one of his favorites when it comes to Turkish Delight, okay--but Romano's presence and kiss are distracting. Hopefully, the Italian likes rosewater in any capacity or he'd be pulling away pretty quickly... Of course, Sadik is quick to return the kiss, one arm looping around the smaller man's naked waist.]

[zelonayatetradka]

my first ever collage 

neymar as a sugar daddy breaks my heart