The hostess takes you through the main dining section of the establishment and to a more secluded area, where she motions with a hand to the one occupied table by the windows that overlook the city. 

“Your server will come by for your drink order shortly,” she tells you, giving you a quick nod and something of a knowing smile before she returns to her post, allowing you to make the final distance to the table yourself.

The man sitting with his back to you hasn’t turned around, and you take a moment to collect yourself, swallowing thickly. Your eyes scan over his broad shoulders, taking in the pretty tweed suit, the colour of charcoal, and neatly styled black hair. 

You take a deep breath and begin forward.

“Sorry I’m late,” you apologize as you reach the man you’ve been in contact with just under a week- “you know how traffic can be-”

Your words feel jumbled in your mouth as Mr. Choi stands to greet you- because, although you’d been expecting a handsome man, you hadn’t been expecting him to be godlike-

The photos he’d had on the sugar dating site had been ten out of tens, but the man in front of you is a scale breaker. 

He’s even broader up close, and tall too- looking down at you with an amused expression, eyes practically twinkling-

“It’s alright,” he tells you smoothly, voice sexier than you could have ever imagined, “I’m glad you’re here now.”

“Me too,” you breathe, blinking up at him, etching his angelic features into your brain-

“You look beautiful,” Mr. Choi says, taking in the dress you’d spent three hours picking out-

His eyes don’t linger anywhere in particular, they’re quick to move back up to your face, and part of you almost wishes he’d stared at your chest just a little longer-

“Thank you,” you say, remembering you’ve yet to respond to his compliment.

“Would you like to sit?” he asks next, and you realize you’ve been staring too long, quickly tearing your gaze from him to give a curt nod. 

The two of you take your seats, and you adjust in your chair, letting out a shaky laugh. “I’m also sorry if I’m a little awkward- I feel like my social skills took a hit during the pandemic.” 

The man in front of you nods. “That’s understandable. The aftereffects of global isolation during covid is something that’s going to be studied by psychologists in depth in the coming years. You’re not alone in your feelings, believe me.”

You blink, thinking through his words. “Thank you-” you stutter, “for the reassurance, I mean.”

“Of course,” he nods again. “I think you’ll find I can be very reassuring, if need be.” 

Your skin tingles, and you can’t believe that you’d nearly let your best friend talk you out of this date.

‘Psychologists can be dangerous!’ Seungkwan had insisted, ‘One moment you think he’s your boyfriend, the next he’s hypnotized you to cover up a murder-’

You’d told him to stop rewatching Hannibal.

But you have to admit… Mr. Choi, or Seungcheol, as he’d called himself when he’d first messaged you, he definitely looks like Hannibal. 

Broad, handsome, tweed suit and all-

“I can see you’re thinking hard about something,” the man sitting across from you notes.

“Sorry, I was just-” you bite at your lip, “was just thinking that you’re probably really good at your job.”

His brows raise at this, and then he’s smiling, “Oh?”

“Yeah, you erm- you have a really calming voice and presence, and I mean- obviously you know what you’re talking about-”

“Are you in the market for a psychologist?” 

“No-” you answer quickly, “I mean, I don’t think so- that’s not why I matched with you at least.” 

The amused smile remains on his face, and it’s making it hard for you to look at him- 

He keeps his gaze so fixed on you, and he exudes confidence on top of the calm- 

Confidence that’s making your heart thump louder and louder in your chest-

“Hello, Mr. Choi,” the arrival of your waiter breaks the building tension you’re feeling. The question “How has your evening been so far?” confirms that Seungcheol knows the staff, and the pleasant way in which he responds tells you that you’re on a date with a good man. 

After a brief back and forth, Mr. Choi orders himself an Old Fashioned, and you ask for a gin and tonic.

Then, you’re once more alone with the man whose gaze is enough to have your pussy clenching with interest-

“I saw you were new to the site,” Seungcheol notes, and you can’t believe he’d bothered to look for that information on your profile, let alone remember it. “How’s your experience been so far?”

You take a moment to collect your thoughts before responding. “If I’m being honest, I talked to one person for a while, and when we met, he turned out to be- just- not a good person. So when you favourited me, and I thought you looked nice, I told myself it would be better to meet up in person without too much back and forth first.” 

“That sounds logical,” he agrees. “I’m sorry your first experience wasn’t what you thought it would be, but there is a silver lining, you’re here now.” 

“I’m here now,” you echo with a smile, and the waiter returns with your beverages.

Seungcheol had invited you for drinks and dessert. Seungkwan had insisted that meant drinks and sex, but your view of things is proved to be correct when Mr. Choi orders the ‘dessert tasting menu’ and the waiter scurries off again. 

“Should we make a toast?” you ask, allowing your eyes to trail over Seungcheol’s handsome face- his strong brow and pretty lips-

“We should,” he confirms, grabbing his glass and lifting it, “what would you like to toast to?”

“Being here now.”

“To being here now.” Seungcheol allows the lip of his glass to clink gently against your own before bringing it to his mouth, and you each drink to the moment.

“So,” you say when you set your cup down, “why drinks and dessert instead of dinner?”

“Dinners can be long, and full of expectations,” he tells you. “Drinks and dessert allows you to leave earlier, if you’d like to.”

“You seem like the kind of man who has everything figured out,” you muse.

The side of his mouth quirks into a charming half smile, and he leans forward slightly in his chair, assessing you with dark eyes- “Does that excite you?”

“Yes-” the word slips out before you can stop it.

The man in front of you leans back, satisfied. 

“What, exactly, are you looking for right now?” he prompts. “Your bio was… somewhat vague.”

“I guess-” you take a sip of your drink. “I guess it depends on who it is.”

“How about you start by telling me your thought process behind creating an account,” he suggests.

You’re momentarily distracted by the way his thumb rubs up and down the side of his cup- dragging through droplets of condensation gathered on the glass-

“My best friend loves Marilyn Monroe,” you find yourself saying.

This is clearly not the answer Seungcheol had expected, as he quirks that inquisitive brow of his at your words, and you’re quick to continue. 

“His favourite movie of hers is Gentlemen Prefer Blondes- and I’m not kidding, he’s been bleaching his hair since the tenth grade because of it- and there’s this quote- something like- ‘it’s just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor man.’ And I just sort of thought- I’m tired of putting a lot into relationships with people who give nearly nothing in return. At least with something like this- I’d be guaranteed something- you know?”

“It sounds like you’ve spent a lot of your life trying to make other people happy,” he notes smoothly. “I can understand why you’d want to be on the receiving end. Everyone deserves reciprocation.” 

He pauses, swirling his glass, but you can tell there’s something else on his mind, and you wait on the edge of your seat for more.

“From what you’ve said,” his thumb runs up the glass again, “it sounds to me like you’re looking for a contractual type of situation, moreso than a verbal agreement. Something with that added stability.”

“That’s correct,” you nod.

The last man hadn’t ever brought up contracts or boundaries or any of the things that are mentioned when you’d looked up what sugar babying entails. 

You’re enthralled by the professional way Mr. Choi is handling himself, and you’re enjoying his crystal clear communication.

“What-” you lick your lips, “what are you looking for?” 

“As you know, I’m a psychologist,” he states. “The job comes with a lot of responsibility. I take care of a number of people with quite severe conditions, and unfortunately, regardless of my intentions, this means I’ve had less time and energy to give to people in my own life.”

He pauses to take a breath and a sip of his whisky before continuing.

“I had a fiance for a time, but it became clear to me that she wanted a child. At the time, I wasn't ready to give up my work to be present in the way a developing mind would need. I’ve been looking for a sugar baby who would understand my lifestyle. Someone to meet with once or twice a week, who would provide happy company and the emotional closeness all human beings desperately need, without some of the… expectations that traditional relationships have. Does this sound like something that could interest you?”

You find yourself quickly nodding.

“Good,” he smiles warmly at you. “I’d love to explore the exact details of a contract over drinks, and we can choose a day to do that, but for now, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to switch the topic and focus on you a little more.”

“On me?” you blink- 

Mr. Choi’s grin widens, and the warmth meets his eyes. “Yes, you. I think it’s safe to say we’re both physically attracted to each other, but I want to know more about who you are, inside that pretty body of yours.”

You can feel your skin heating from his compliment, and you avert your gaze, grabbing at your drink to take a sip and cool yourself. “What do you want to know?”

“Let’s start with the things that make you happiest.”

2: Thursday

“Look who finally decided to answer,” your best friend sighs loudly when you put him on speaker, and you can imagine his classic Seungkwan eye roll.

“I was sleeping,” you tell him, which only succeeds in earning you a scoff.

“And I have been waiting for details about your date since last night!” 

“I sent you a text saying it was good!”

“And then you put your phone on silent you whore!” your best friend screams, making you laugh at his antics- then his voice dips. “Did you fuck him?” 

“No, of course not-”

“You sound like you’re lying.”

“I’m not, I promise-” you roll onto your back and look up at your ceiling, letting out a breath. “Drinks and dessert literally meant drinks and dessert.” 

“Did he at least- I don’t know, feed you some of the dessert?”

“No.” 

“Oh.” The line is quiet for a moment. “Well that’s anti-climactic.”

You laugh. “First you wanted me going on dates with sugar daddies, then you were weird about Seungcheol, now you’re wishing I had fucked him-” 

“Well- did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Was he hot?”

You groan. “So fucking hot you don’t even know-” 

“Then I do wish you’d fucked him- you’re my best friend, and you deserve to get laid,” Seungkwan says plainly. “Also- I was only weird about this Seungcheol guy because he’s a therapist-”

“Psychologist.”

“Same thing- the point is, he’s a guy with power and a brain- that can be a deadly combination.” 

“I thought I told you to stop watching Hannibal,” you smile, enjoying the way Seungkwan turns everything into life or death.

He scoffs at your words, disregarding them. “So tell me about your date.”

“Like I said, it was good. I got there, we ordered drinks, he’s obviously like- super smart. We talked a little bit about why we’re on the site-”

“Why is he on the site? If he’s hot, rich, and smart?” Seungkwan asks. “Shouldn’t he be with- I don’t know… someone his own age? How old was he again?”

“Mid to late thirties- and there’s a reason for it actually. He mentioned a fiance who wanted kids- I think women ‘his age’ are all looking for a family, but he’s very… invested in his work,” you explain.

 “Oh. Huh.” You listen to the cogs in Seungkwan’s brain turning. “So- I guess he just wants a sugar baby to work around his busy schedule?”

“He’s looking for a companion-” you say, “but, you know, someone who can handle the fact that his work comes first.” 

“Right.” A beat, then; “So did you guys talk money?” 

“Seungkwan!”

“What!?” he yells back. “Quit beating around the bush!” 

“He didn’t just- whip a wad of cash out and give it to me,” you laugh. “He paid for everything of course, and we agreed to discuss a contract over drinks-”

“When?”

“Actually-” you look down at your phone, which has just buzzed, scanning the new text. “Coincidently, he’s texting me now.”

“Oooh! What’s he saying?!” 

“He said, ‘I really enjoyed your company last night. Would you like to join me for drinks tomorrow at eight?’” 

“Wow, this dude works fast- are you sure you didn’t suck him off or anything?”

“Seungkwan!” 

“I just mean- two dates in three days- this is fast.”

“Yeah well,” you shrug while texting out a confirmation response for Seungcheol, “if you’d seen Mr. Choi in person, you’d be hoping things go fast too.”

“Is he really that sexy? This isn’t just- your old man kink?”

“I dont have an old man kink-”

“Sure you don’t.”

You groan. “Seungkwan, just trust me. This man-” you swallow thickly, “he could choke me out- and I’d say thank you daddy.”

“Right, but let’s hope he doesn’t though.” 

3: Friday

Part of you isn’t surprised that Seungcheol has a study in his home, but another part of you wonders if this man is really someone you should be entertaining, with his shelves of psychology texts and autobiographies written by renowned people in his field- and the framed degrees and papers of certification-

Seungcheol is the real deal; it’s clear as day and reflected in his home.

He gives you a tour of the main floor, moving from the study to the dining room, and despite your ardent attempt at listening- it’s hard to focus. 

If he’d been godlike in the charcoal tweed suit when you’d first met him- well, you don’t even know how to describe how well he fits into a plain white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose strong, bulky forearms- and then there’s the way the material stretches over his deliciously broad shoulders every time he turns his back to you-

“Now that I’ve given you a small tour, why don’t you take a seat,” he says as you enter his kitchen. “And I’ll grab us drinks. What are you feeling? Wine, water, beer, champagne-”

“Whatever you think is best,” you tell him, a little overwhelmed by the effect his home is having on you- 

The effect he is having on you. 

“I think I’d like to give you champagne,” he says, turning his back to you to open his fridge.

You find yourself nearly drooling at the brief moments you’re able to gawk at his shoulders again- and when he faces you, your eyes immediately zero in on his hands as they begin to fiddle with the bottle-

“Has anyone ever talked you through opening a bottle of champagne before?” he asks.

Your eyes meet briefly and you feel your skin heat when you admit, “not really- is there a specific way to do it?”

“I’m not sure if there’s one specific way,” Seungcheol chuckles a little, looking down at his task. “At ceremonies, sometimes they’ll use a sword and knock the top of the neck clean off- but for our purposes, and to avoid breaking anything with the cork if it shoots off, I prefer utilizing the cork cage,” he runs his fingers across the metal contraption on top of the bottle. “The trick is to unwind it most of the way, but keep it on so when you manuever the cork up-” his thumb runs along the seem, working at it- “it pops,” there’s a loud sound, “but it gets caught by the cork cage, and then, both are easily removed.”

He’d done the motion so professionally- a man who’s opened many a champagne bottle in his time. 

Seungcheol seems to be an expert of everything - a true wealth of knowledge - and it’s one of the sexiest things you’ve ever experienced. 

You watch him pour two glasses of the bubbly liquid, and then he gingerly slides one across the marble island countertop, “I think you’ll enjoy this.”

He watches you with an amused expression while you raise the champagne to your lips, and when your eyes widen at the taste, he grins.

“It’s really good,” you say, toying with the stem of your glass. 

Now it’s your turn to watch him take a sip- and you’re blown away by how sexy he can be while simply drinking- his adam’s apple bobbing-

You wanna lick his neck.

You wanna lick his neck so bad-

“Should we get down to business?” he asks.

You wanna get down on something- and it’s not business. 

“Er- yes, we should,” you agree, shifting the way you’re seated on the bar stool at his counter-

Your panties are sticking to your core and it’s a little uncomfortable- 

You have no idea how this night is going to pan out, no idea if you’ll actually end up in his bed- so you’ve worn a beautiful, silky, matching set- its one drawback is the way the material sticks to  you when you’re even slightly aroused- and you’ve been aroused since the moment Seungcheol opened the door to his home and invited you in.

“Since this is a contract we’re making together, I held myself back from writing one up,” he explains. “I was thinking we could discuss it verbally, and I’ll write up a copy of what we’ve talked about after you go home tonight-” 

You feel your expression fall a little and Seungcheol pauses, expert eyes assessing you. 

“Is something wrong?” he asks.

“No,” you assure him, swallowing thickly and averting your gaze, “that sounds like a good idea.”

There are a few more moments of silence, and then Seungcheol rests both hands on the countertop, leaning forward, voice dipping when he says, “Darling, as much as I’d love for you to stay over tonight, I promised myself I wouldn’t fuck you until the third date.” 

Your skin feels electrified, and you gawk at the gorgeous man, who looks down at you with an amused grin.

You nearly shock yourself when the words “why not?” tumble past your lips, and his affectionate smile widens at your question.

“We’ve hardly discussed expectations,” he answers smoothly. “It would be… unwise for me to skip those important steps, to give you time to consider your options.”

“My options?”

“I am older than you,” he points out, “and there’s still a chance you might decide you want someone who can give you more of his time. I want you to be sure about all of this.”

“I am sure,” you insist.

“You think you are,” he muses, bringing his champagne to his lips, “but until you see a finalized document, you shouldn’t be agreeing to anything.”

“You won’t hurt me-” you tell him, “I trust you.”

“Although we only just met,” he points out. “If you trust me at all, trust in this process, okay, Sweetheart?”

You swallow any words of insistence that threaten to bubble up out of you, nodding and taking a sip of your own drink.

“So,” he lets out a sigh, “we discussed a few of my expectations when we first met, do you remember what they were?”

“You were looking for a companion of sorts, who could manage you being at work frequently,” you respond, feeling pleased when he nods and smiles at you. “Someone to meet up with once or twice a week.”

“Very good, Angel,” he praises you. “While it’s implied, I’d like to solidify what you might call a key condition.”

You’re practically on the edge of your seat, waiting for him to continue, your interest piqued.

“Any contract you’d sign would come with a loyalty clause.” He pauses for a moment, eyes searching your own. “Do you understand what that entails?”

“I think so,” you nod. “It would be an agreement that while I’m seeing you, I wouldn’t be entertaining anyone else. We’d be exclusive.”

“That’s my smart girl,” he smiles. “Even though I don’t have much time for you, I’d provide for you to live comfortably when I’m not around, in the hopes that, when we are together, we’re both committed to making the best of it.” 

You love the way that sounds.

“Which brings me to my next point,” he continues, “monthly allowances. I’ll cover your food, rent, utilities- anything you need, and provide extra spending money for clothing, jewelry, etcetera.” 

“Wow, that’s-” you feel your eyes widening, “that’s very generous of you.”

“It’s really not,” he insists. “You’re a beautiful, bright, young woman, and you’re agreeing to be a companion to some middle aged psych nut who hardly has enough time for you-” you both laugh a little at the way he refers to himself, “compensation is a must.”

You have to stop yourself from happily chirping an ‘if you say so daddy’ at the man that is so close to becoming everything you’ve ever wanted for yourself-

“On top of our one-on-one interactions,” Seungcheol says, “I’d also like for you to accompany me to professional events, but I’d need you to be discreet. On top of a loyalty clause, I might have you sign a nondisclosure act- how does that sound to you?”

You consider it for a moment. “I’m not the type to go tell people about my personal life- and other than my best friend, no one even knows I was on the sugar site-”

“Your friend who loves Marilyn Monroe and bleaches his hair?” Seungcheol asks with an amused expression.

“You remembered-” you laugh, heart warming to know how many details he’s held onto in regard to your first meeting.

“The NDA can exclude your close friend, we all need a confidant.”

“Thank you,” you swallow, “I think- if it allows me to talk to Seungkwan, signing a NDA would be okay.”

“Perfect,” Seungcheol nods, drinking the last of his champagne. “We’ve covered a few of the most important parts of an agreement, so I think maybe now is a good time to grab another important document that I need you to look over.”

“Oh?”

“Stay here for a moment, I’ll be right back,” Seungcheol assures you, flashing you a quick wink before exiting the kitchen.

It’s almost torturous to be alone anywhere in Seungcheol’s home without him, and part of you is inclined to follow him around like a lost, needy puppy-

You finish your drink while you wait, taking breaths to calm yourself, afterall, he’d said he wouldn’t be fucking you tonight- therefore, there’s not much for you to worry about.

Seungcheol returns shortly, holding a dark leather file folder, which he offers to you.

“What’s this?” you ask, not wanting to open it without being prompted to- but your curiosity is as high as ever.

“Separate from our sugar agreement, this is a bdsm contract. It has a list of kinks and other things, as well as a section for you to fill out, detailing what you’re comfortable - and more importantly - what you’re uncomfortable with. I’d like you to take it home, look it over, and if you have any questions, let me know.”

“Right-” you stand up, holding the file folder to your chest-

Any words that you were thinking of saying disappear when you look up at Seungcheol, once more marveling at your size difference and how beautiful he is-

“You’re easily distractable,” he grins, pinching at your chin gently, “aren’t you, Angel?”

“Yes sir,” you mumble-

Easily dazed too.

“My driver will take you home now,” the (much too sexy) psychologist tells you. “His name is Seokmin, you’ll probably have to remind him to give you his number. He’ll be available to you from now on if you need to go anywhere.”

“You have a driver?” you blink- shocked at how he’s able to afford all of this-

You realize he must come from old money- and you’re appalled you hadn’t noticed it before.

He doesn’t carry himself in the way a man who’d made a name for himself would- he has an air of confidence- a confidence that runs deep and is backed up by family money.

“Yes, darling,” Seungcheol grins, “we have a driver.”

4: Saturday

You’ve always loved having movie night with your best friend, but tonight, he’s not interested in movies. Seungkwan is easily distractable - a little like you, you suppose - and when you’d arrived over an hour ago, he’d immediately insisted on knowing every detail about your experience with the man he now refers to as ‘Psych daddy.’

On top of being distractable, Seunkwan is easy to please, and you manage to avoid mentioning the BDSM contract for a good long while, instead focusing on Seungcheol’s hot driver, who Seungkwan finds on instagram within five minutes.

“No way- first Psych Daddy is a ten out of ten, and now his driver is hot too?” Seungkwan bellows while mad scrolling through Seokmin’s profile. “Are you sure we’re not in some weird porn dream? You’re not gonna get tag teamed are you?”

“Seungkwan!” you scream, gently smacking him across the shoulder in shock.

“We were both thinking it!” he insists, shoving you back.

“I’ll have you know that we were not both thinking it,” you state with just as much certainty. 

“But you mentioned how nice the guy was when he dropped you off last night and we called for like five minutes before you hung up on me to go to bed!”

“Yeah, in the context that Seungcheol is really nice to everyone that works for him, despite being-”

“One of the youngest, sexiest psych daddies in the city, yeah, yeah-” Seungkwan waves his hand, “Stop rubbing it in.”

“Have you been researching my boyfriend again?” you ask, thoroughly amused.

“Boyfriend?” Seunkwan eyes you up and down, sneering. “Is that what we call dom daddies now?” 

“If he makes you sign a loyalty clause and a NDA, I think I can call him whatever I want, can’t I?” you point out. “And you avoided my question- you’ve definitely been googling Cheol again.”

“Been googling myself to pictures of pysch daddy-” Seungkwan says suggestively before asking, “He made you sign an NDA?”

“Not yet,” you sigh, “and don’t worry, we’ve discussed it and it will exclude you- I can tell you anything I want to.”

“Shit, did you tell him my name? Do you think he’ll accept me as a patient if he knows I’m your best friend?”

“Since when do you need a psychologist?” you laugh.

“Uh,” Seungkwan’s brows raise, “Bestie, have you seen my life? I definitely need someone to confide in who knows what the fuck he’s talking about.”

“Ouch,” you touch your heart, pretending to be wounded. “Since when did you not like crack gremlin advice?”

“Since you put down your crack gremlin hat and became a sugar baby to a hot psychologist,” Seungkwan sighs, taking one last look at Seokmin’s grinning face before he puts his phone down and focuses entirely on you. “But go back a few steps and talk to me about this loyalty clause- psych daddy sends you home with a ton of papers to sign, huh?”

“More than you could imagine.”

Your best friend looks you up and down with suspicion, brow raising in a silent prompt for more info.

When you remain quiet, Seungkwan sighs. “Fine, don’t tell me,” but after a beat, he asks, “Was it a sex list or something?”

You’re always stunned by how intuitive your best friend can be.

Upon reading your reaction, Seungkwan’s eyes widen and he grabs at your arm, nearly jumping with excitement. “No way!” he yells in your ear. “He did send you home with a sex list! Show me, show me, show me!” 

You look to your bag and before you can even reach for it, Seungkwan is darting past you and retrieving the papers. “Holy shit-” he breathes, scanning the document with eyes full of something like perverted excitement. “A checklist for kinks?”

“Yup.”

“Choking, yes. Spanking, fuck yeah- bondage-” he grins at you, “looks like someone’s a little slut for psych daddy.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, reaching for the papers, but he launches himself off the couch to evade you. “If you’re gonna be like this, I don’t want to show you.”

“Fine, I’ll be nice,” Seungkwan says, but he’s still reading the list, and his voice is lacking any real sincerity. “Okay so most of these are straightforward-”

“You watch way too much porn,” you sigh.

He practically growls at you. “As I was saying- most of these are straightforward, and you’ve filled out the ones I would have expected you to- but some of these are things even I have never heard of- like, what the fuck is…” he carefully sounds out the next word, “Quirofilia?”

“Honestly- the ones I didn’t know about, I just sort of skipped over, hoping maybe you would know- but…” you can’t stop the sly grin that works its way onto your lips, “I guess Cheol did say I could call him if I had any questions…”

“At this point, it’s almost like this list is purposefully vague on some kinks-” Seungkwan sighs, joining you on the couch again. “I bet Psych daddy has been waiting for you to call him for extra clarification.”

“We could google it,” you point out.

“Definitely not,” Seungkwan says quickly. “Call daddy, and put him on speaker.”

“Oh, so he’s just daddy now?” you tease, pulling out your phone. 

“Call him.”

“Hmm… maybe I’ll text,” you decide. “He could be busy.”

“That’s no fun,” Seunkwan whines, pouting out his lower lip.

“Too bad,” you tell him, typing in a quick message. “I said, ‘hey, whenever you have time, I have a few questions about some of the terms on the kink list.’”

“Add a smiley face,” your friend urges, “so he knows it’s like- good questions.”

You add a happy emoji, and hit send. Then you put your phone down, reaching for the papers from Seungkwan. 

“He might not answer anytime soon-” you say- just as your phone buzzes the familiar ringtone that you’ve only given to one person.

Both you and Seungkwan stare at your ringing phone, and then your best friend grins at you. 

“This guy is so whipped for you it’s crazy- are you sure you haven’t sucked his dick?”

“Oh my god stop!” you groan, “and be quiet or I can’t answer-”

“I’ll be quiet,” he insists, pretending to lock his mouth shut and throw away the key.

With one final warning glare, you turn your focus to your phone, answering the call. “Hello?” 

“Hey, gorgeous,” comes Seungcheol’s unmistakable smooth drawl- god, he makes your mouth fucking water- “So you got around to looking at the kink list.”

He’s so god damned confident- and when you look up at Seungkwan, you see he’s just as shook by your new lover as you are.

“Uh, yes,” you clear your throat. “There are just a few terms I’m unfamiliar with, and- I know I could look them up, but you said to call you if I had questions-”

“Of course Angel, I’d love to help talk you through it.”

Your panties are wet.

They’re wet, and your best friend is nearly falling off the couch from how seductive your new sugar daddy is.

“What kinks are you unfamiliar with?” Seungcheol prompts, and you can practically hear him smiling at the way he’s taking your breath away on a freaking phone call- 

“There’s this one,” your eyes scan over the word Quirofilia, and you do your best not to mangle it the way Seungkwan had when you relay it to Cheol.

“Quirofilia,” he repeats, teaching you the proper pronunciation with the calm, pleasant tone you’re starting to fall in love with. “It’s another term for a hand kink.”

Now it’s your turn to echo, and you say “A hand kink,” while blinking at your friend.

“Yes, angel,” Seungcheol chuckles on the other end. “If you check off the box for receiving, you’d indicate that you’d be more than comfortable with me touching you frequently. For lack of a better term, it goes hand in hand with a number of other kinks- spanking and choking for example, or finger sucking.”

“And for giving?” you question, having already checked off a yes for what he’s just described.

“For giving…” he clears his throat, “well, you’d let me pay for you to get manicures- maybe let me choose the colours and styles-” there’s another pause, then “I have to admit, I did notice that you have nice hands the first night we met.”

“Really?” your heart lurches in your chest and Seungkwan grabs a pillow to bite while listening in on a conversation that’s getting sexier and sexier- “What did you like about them?”

“They’re smaller than mine, for one. I’m sure we can both imagine how pretty they’d look wrapped around something… substantially bigger.” 

Your best friend spasms, practically screaming into the pillow, and you can’t help the way your own jaw drops at the statement- 

Are you about to have phone sex with Cheol in front of your best friend?

Do you need to get a room?

“We can discuss it in detail when I see you next,” Seungcheol says, cutting off your horny thoughts. “Are there any other kinks you’ve had trouble with?”

“I mean-” part of you wants to go through the whole list and pretend not to know things just to keep him on the phone- “if we’re going to discuss these all in detail when I see you next- maybe I should just wait till then?”

You can’t believe you’re cock blocking yourself just because Seungkwan is here.

“We can do that,” Seungcheol says smoothly. 

In the background, you hear someone say his name, and you find yourself asking, “did I catch you at a bad time?” suddenly worried you’ve interrupted something important.

“Of course not, angel, I wouldn’t have called you if I couldn’t step away for a few minutes.” There’s a pause then, “I’m at a conference this weekend, flew out this morning.”

“Oh,” your heart deflates a little.

“I was tempted to invite you,” Seungcheol says, calming the uneasiness you’re feeling. “But seeing as you’ve not signed anything, and I already had plans with colleagues, I figured this wouldn’t be the best first trip to take you on.”

This excites you again. “Do you have somewhere specific in mind for a first trip?”

“Somewhere warm,” he answers smoothly, a small chuckle following a moment later. “Anyways, I won’t be that available tomorrow, you caught me at a good moment tonight.”

“Well… will you be back on Monday?” you question.

Another small laugh, then, “Are you that eager to see me, gorgeous?”

“Maybe.” You eye Seungkwan who’s still screaming into the pillow. “But I mean- I remember what you said about needing a sugar baby that fits your schedule, so, I don’t want to pressure you to see me the day you get back from a work conference-”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, angel,” his smooth voice calms your anxieties. “I do have quite a busy week, a few things aren’t pinned down yet, can I let you know when I have more details?”

“Yes, of course-” you bite at your lip. “I should let you get back to your colleagues- thanks for calling me and talking me through uh- Quirofilia.”

You hear him take a deep breath, and then, Seungcheol lets out something like a groan- “I’m tempted to ask what you checked off for it.”

His words go straight to your pussy and after a moment of silence you ask, “Do you want me to tell you?”

“No,” he responds, “It will give me something to think about tonight if you don’t tell me.”

“Okay,” you grin at the way he’s toying with himself- ego fuelled by the idea of him thinking about you- “I’m excited to talk more about this with you when I see you next.”

“Me too, angel.”

“Have a great time at your conference daddy.” 

You slap a hand over your mouth, eyes widening at the way the term of endearment just slipped out of you-

Seungcheol lets out a deep sigh that betrays how much the word has affected him, and he sounds less composed than normal when he says, “Thank you, precious, enjoy your evening.”

You hang up, and as soon as you have, Seungkwan goes ballistic, practically pouncing at you while screaming, “That was too sexy! You guys are too sexy, what the hell!?”

Laughing at his antics is easy- pretending your panties aren’t ruined is another story.

5: Sunday

The ringtone that makes your whole body tingle with anticipation is becoming more and more familiar, and you practically launch yourself across your bed to answer your phone.

“Hi.”

A small chuckle, and a breath, then, “Hey you.”

“How's your conference going?” you ask, having not expected to hear from Cheol today.

“Good. It’s over, we finished the last meet up just before dinner. What are you up to?”

You grin to yourself, playing with the book in your lap. “I’m reading your most recent publication.”

“My most recent publication?” you can hear him smiling now too, and you enjoy the way he teases your choice of phrase. “Since when were you going out and buying my books, darling?”

“Since I saw how many you’ve done- when you showed me your library. I went out this morning and got two.”

“You could have asked, and I would have given you them for free… with a detailed note from the author.” 

“I was eager to begin reading,” you admit. “And you’re so busy- I’m still not sure when I’m seeing you next.”

“That’s actually why I called. I took a look at my schedule, and I’ve got options for you.”

“Ooh! I love options.” 

Another smile you can hear through the phone, and your heart beats a little faster. 

“I can see you alone on Friday, it’s the earliest day I have available- but if you’d like, you can accompany me to a get-together with my work colleagues on Wednesday. I know you haven’t signed any papers and we haven’t discussed anything in detail yet but… I have a good feeling about you, angel, and I’d enjoy having you there.”

“Then of course I’ll go with you to the get-together,” you announce, grinning like a school girl at the inklings of praise he bestows on you.

“That’s wonderful news, gorgeous.” - you love it when he calls you pretty pet names - “I’m sorry that this call can’t be longer- but I’ll see you Wednesday- and I’m sure I’ll find a reason to call you before then.”

“Yes, please.” 

He laughs, and the sound has your core buzzing with interest- how the hell is Seungcheol so sexy without even trying?

“Have a good night, angel, and don’t read too much of my book- they’re all depressing.”

“They’re informative,” you insist. “Have a wonderful night Cheol, and thanks for calling.”

6: Monday

“Hi.” 

You’ve gotta stop answering your phone with a full grin- but every time Seungcheol calls you, you can’t help but get warm and fuzzy all over.

“Hi, angel.” 

And wet. Wet all over. 

Wet where it counts.

“I was just thinking about you,” you confess, toying with the page of his book that you’ve been reading.

“Funny, I was just thinking about you,” he responds, “and I have been, all day. It’s quite distracting actually.”

“Really?” Your heart leaps again.

“I was thinking about getting you something to wear to the party on Wednesday- was going to get Seokmin to drop it off at your place, but then… I realized how much I’d rather see you and give you the dress in person, to see your reaction.”

This man gives you full on heart palpitations- and it takes everything in you to clear your throat and ask, “so does this mean I’ll see you before Wednesday, or?”

“I mean… I don’t want to assume you’re free every night- but if you’re not otherwise busy tomorrow-”

“I always have time for you daddy,” you smile, “and I’ll sign a contract to prove it.”

He lets out a shaky breath, and you love that you’re having an effect on him. “That’s good to hear sweetheart. I’ll move a few things around. How does seven sound?”

“Seven sounds perfect.”

“And it will be a longer stay this time. I know I kept our last interaction at my home brief- but if you bring all the documents I gave you, we can…” he clears his throat, “discuss them in full, tomorrow, if you’d like”

“I’d love that,” you admit.

“Seokmin will be at your place to pick you up at seven then, angel. I can’t wait to see you.”

“I can’t wait either.”

7: Tuesday

Seungcheol is a man who strives for perfection. From his home and work, all the way down to the pretty present he’s gotten for you, the box wrapped in a golden bow-

And when you open your gift to reveal an expensive red fabric just itching to be touched- you think there’s a possibility that you might very much be in love with the psychologist already.

“It’s beautiful-” you breathe, pulling the silky garment from its box to assess the length and style.

“You were wearing red when we first met,” Seungcheol tells you, “I thought to myself that I’d never seen such a gorgeous girl- when I invited you to the gettogether tomorrow, I knew there was only one colour I truly wanted to see you in.”

Your heart is having palpitations, you swear- 

“Do you-” you swallow thickly, looking up at him, “do you want me to try it on for you now?” 

It’s his turn to take a shaky breath, and after a stagnant pause, he shakes his head, “No. I think I’d like to be surprised tomorrow- besides, after we get done looking over the papers and contracts, I feel as if we’d both prefer you to be taking off clothes rather than putting them on.” 

He’s right about that.

You only wish you’d known about his affinity for the color red before you’d chosen a black lingerie set, knowing that tonight would be the night he’d finally strip you bare-

You can’t wait for him to fuck you. You honestly can’t- and all these paper signings- they’re just a formality for you. 

As far as you’re concerned, Cheol is the one- or at least, he could be the one. 

Or maybe he’s just the ‘for now,’ but regardless, for now, you want to be ravenously fucking him-

“My easily distractable darling,” he gently pinches at your chin, pulling you from your dirty thoughts. “Let’s see the papers.”

After putting the dress back in its box, you grab the purse you’d arrived with. It’s large enough to hold the folder with the documents, which you pull out next, setting it down on Seungcheol’s kitchen counter. 

“I see you’ve printed out the other documents I sent you since we last met,” he says, and you can hear the pride in his voice that you’d gone a step above and beyond what he’d asked of you. 

After your last date, wherein you’d gotten the kink list, he’d sent you an email with a link to a contractual pdf. Once you’d gone over the contract in detail on your computer, you’d printed it out, eager to sign your name- but you’d been patient, knowing he’d probably want to witness your signature being jotted down on the dotted line.

“I’m ready to sign them,” you tell him, also pulling a pen out of your purse-

“Eager angel,” he smiles, taking the seat on the barstool next to yours. “Are you sure you don’t want to read it all over one more time?”

“I’m sure,” you tell him, angling your body towards his and fiddling with your pen. 

“Alright,” Seungcheol nods, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down, his forearms flexing. “How about you let me sign first, then you can do your own signature.”

You hold out your pen, which he accepts, and you watch the way he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose when he looks down at the contract. His eyes scan over the document, and a moment later, the ballpoint pen is gliding languidly across the dotted line, his signature solidified in a binding agreement. 

“There we go,” he says smoothly, holding the pen out for you to take.

Within seconds, two signatures are on the contract, and your heart is racing just a little faster in anticipation of what’s to come next.

“And now to look over your kink list,” Seungcheol breathes, moving the signed papers to the side. 

Your heart lurches when he picks up the sheet you’ve filled in, and you stay silent while his eyes move over each line of information. 

“As much as these all interest me,” he says, “I’m pleased to see you’ve checked off giving and receiving for quirofilia.” His large hand moves to rest on top of your thigh, and he gives you a gentle squeeze, eyes shifting from the paper to your own. “Will you allow me to book a manicure for you tomorrow? In preparation for the get-together?”

“Yes, please,” you rest your hand on top of his own.

“We’ll have to get your nails matching your new dress,” he tells you smoothly, setting the paper down in favour of pushing a strand of hair away from your face, his index finger gently gliding past your cheekbone. “And there will be another present for you tomorrow.”

“Another?” you’re nearly dizzy from how well he treats you-

“Another,” he confirms, taking off his glasses to set down before standing from the bar stool. 

“Are you going to tell me what it is?” you ask, allowing him to prompt you to your own feet, both of his hands gently capturing your own.

Seungcheol gives his head a small shake, a smile on his lips when he responds with a “no.”

Something inside of you deflates slightly at the fact that he’s withholding information from you, and you can’t help the way you pout your lower lip out - just a little - in an effort to perhaps make him change his mind-

“Come on, angel,” Seungcheol laughs, pinching your chin and forcing you to look up at him. His dark chocolate colored eyes are swimming with adoration, and his small half smile is breathtaking- “you can be patient for one more day, can’t you?”

“Depends what for,” you admit, reaching your free hand out to hook your fingers in the front of his belt, pulling yourself closer to the man who’s as solid as any brick wall you’ve ever seen-

“Patience for the next present,” he clarifies, gaze dipping down to your lips as you move even closer to him- “not for anything else.”

“Promise?” you ask, pushing onto your tip toes- mouths even closer-

“Promise,” Seungcheol says, finally closing the distance between you.

His lips are soft- he’s a gentleman, and his hand moves from your chin to be cupping the nape of your neck, the other smoothing down to the small of your back. 

It’s chaste kissing- too chaste for you, and you wrap your arms around the back of his own neck, pressing your chest up against his.

You don’t want any more distance between you, and you especially don’t want to wait any longer for this man to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you.

“Cheol-” you groan, allowing him to tilt your head and slide his tongue along your lower lip.

“Yes, angel?” His voice is so deep and sexy, the vibrations of it going straight through from his chest to your own and then down to your tingling core-

“Daddy, please-” 

“I would ask you to use your words, but now that you’ve filled out your kink list-” he swallows thickly, gently pressing his forehead to yours, “I think I have a pretty good idea of what you’d enjoy.”

In the back of your mind, you remember that you’d said yes to most of the kinks on the list- so you’re not sure how - exactly - he’s going to narrow it down and decide on what to do to you today- but there’s another part of you that trusts him fully.

Tonight is going to be a night to remember, regardless of what kinks he fulfills for you.

“Wait-” your hands move from his strong shoulders to the front of his dress shirt, toying with the buttons there, “I never saw your kink list.”

“Would you like to?”

You nod.

“Another time then,” Seungcheol says smoothly, “tonight, I want to take care of you. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good,” you admit, tugging on his shirt in an effort to pull him closer.

With a smile, Seungcheol concedes, lips finding yours again. 

Instead of being as chaste as he had at the start, with each brush of your mouths against each other, he’s becoming more bold, gently testing your limits-

Little does he know that when it comes to him, you have no hard limits.

He could talk you into just about anything- but part of you knows he’d never really try to talk you into much, which is one of the reasons why you’re so open for him.

As he kisses you harder, and you tug him even closer, you realize you’re practically trying to climb him- and in one motion, Seungcheol bends down and lifts you into his arms bridal style, being mindful of the black dress still adorning your body.

“I’m going to take you to my bedroom now,” he tells you, and you take the opportunity to begin speckling his neck and underjaw in kisses, your hands tugging and toying with the fabric covering his broad shoulders. 

It’s so easy to become lost in him- his gentle, calming aura truly overtakes you, and now that you’re contractually under his protection - both financially and romantically - nothing else does matter- 

Nothing except him.

You want to make Seungcheol happy- and you note his reactions, note the way he releases a shuddery breath when you find a sensitive spot just under his ear- your tongue dipping out to taste his skin while you press kisses there-

“Okay, angel,” he sighs, “time to set you down.” 

He places you gently onto his bed before straightening to look at you. 

Seungcheol has always been tall and broad- but towering over you at the foot of his bed while you lay there with soaked panties takes him to new heights - literally - and you find yourself practically drooling- sitting up in an effort to get close to him again-

“Nuh uh uh,” he tuts, pressing one knee onto the mattress between your legs. “Lift your arms so I can take this dress off of you, and then lay back down for me, yeah?”

You follow through with his request gladly, allowing him to strip you of your dress before you flatten against his bed again, looking up at him with a lustful wonder that you’ve never truly experienced.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Seungcheol says smoothly, discarding your dress before looking down at you with appreciative eyes- eyes that finally take in some of your best features, gliding across your breasts and the lingerie set you’re wearing- “You dressed up for me,” he notes.

“Of course, daddy,” you sigh, reaching for him when he presses his other knee onto the bed, “wanted to look good for you.”

“You always look good,” he tells you, flattening his form over your own, one hand pressed to the mattress next to your head while the other gently grasps your jaw. “My pretty little angel,” he says, breath fanning across your skin before his lips find your own.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and looking for friction between your thighs-

A moan slips out of you when you feel his cock, pressing against the front of his pants deliciously-

Seungcheol chuckles into your kiss before pulling away from you, his lips moving to your neck- 

“So sensitive, baby,” he says, rutting forward ever so slightly- cock dragging past your panty-clad core and making you groan again. “When was the last time you were properly touched?”

“It’s been a while,” you admit, swallowing thickly and lacing your fingers through Seungcheol’s hair while he kisses down to the swell of your breasts, still captured in your bra. 

“Well, we’re going to change that.”

“We better,” you retort, back already arching off the bed to give him access to the clasp of your bra- which he undoes with deft fingers. “Take it off- please-”

The garment slips off of you easily, and Seungcheol tosses it to join your dress on the floor before his large, warm hand is cupping your breast, lips attaching to one nipple while his fingers toy with the other.

Small gasps of ecstasy escape you, filling the room with your whimpery sounds of need.

Your new lover focuses on your breasts in a way that begins to make you frustrated, your pussy clenching with untouched desire- and the feeling of Seungcheol’s muscled shoulders is almost too much for your hands, which can’t help but explore his body-

“Please-” you moan, shifting your hips up, eager for him to grind down on you again-

The hand on your breast is removed, and it slips between your bodies, two fingers pressing to your pussy through your panties. 

You release a whimper, body shuddering at the small stimulus on your clit-

“Your panties are soaked, angel,” he says, releasing your breast in favor of looking down at you again. “Do you really need me that much?” 

“I do,” you tell him sincerely, once more tugging at the front of his shirt. “I need you so bad-”

Your fingers begin to undo his buttons, but your motions are shaky, especially as he rubs your core harder, teasing you through your panties-

“Please- just take them off,” you groan. “Take it all off-”

Seungcheol grins, “If you insist,” and then he’s pulling away from you, leaving you cold and desperate, your hands trying to follow him-

But then you stop, zoning in on the way his own nimble fingers undo the buttons of his shirt-

And then he’s shrugging the fabric off, revealing a chiseled torso and an abdomen that you could wash clothes on-

“You’re so-” you groan, unable to even believe you’d found a man like this on a sugar dating site.

“I’m so…” he looks at you with a cocked brow, kneeling between your legs, his hands finding your thighs and smoothing down against your skin.

“You’re everything,” you tell him, unable to think through much else.

The complement works, and Seungcheol’s smile widens. “Thank you, angel,” he says. “Daddy’s going to eat you now.”

You’re so overwhelmed- in the best of ways- that you hardly even hear Seungkwan’s voice in the back of your mind screaming ‘hannibal the cannibal, bitch!’ 

Your best friend had been so wrong about Seungcheol- who gets down onto his knees at the foot of the bed, dragging you closer before hooking his fingers in your panties-

You lift your hips, allowing him to tug the fabric from your form, leaving you completely naked-

Seungcheol releases a breath that fans over your pussy, his lips pressing a wet kiss on your inner thigh.

“You’re so perfect,” he says, teeth grazing past your skin before he finally brings his mouth where you need him most.

You can’t help but reach down and tangle your fingers through his hair, determined to keep him between your thighs-

And he doesn’t disappoint, tongue licking you up and down, pressing through your pussy lips and dipping into your core, nose brushing by your clit-

“Cheol-” you whimper, toes curling at the sensation.

You’ve been eaten out before, but you’ve never been as into a man as you are with Seungcheol, and every brush of him against you has you practically whining and tingling with ecstasy.

You’d never thought sex could be this good- and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

His tongue is nothing compared to what his cock is going to feel like- but his mouth alone is bringing you shockingly close to your high, devastatingly fast. 

Seungcheol releases a groan against your pussy, pulling away just enough to ask “close already, angel?”

“Mmm- yes,” you whimper, tightening your grip in his hair on an effort to bring him back to your pussy.

“You can cum, just- let me know,” he tells you, tongue returning to your aching hole, lapping at you for all you’re worth-

You find your eyes closing, your head resting back against his bed while his ministrations work you closer and closer to the edge-

One of your feet drags along his strong back, your legs threatening to close around his head as your sounds of pleasure begin to tumble out of you uncensored, filling the room-

Seungcheol presses his face against you even harder, lips wrapping around your clit-

“Cheol- I’m gonna-” you whine, breaths becoming irregular as you get closer and closer to cloud nine- “oh my god-” you reach the peak of pleasure, and a gasped “daddy” escapes you as you’re consumed with your orgasm, quivering legs trying to close around Seungcheol-

But two hands land on your inner thighs, forcing you open for the man who eats you through your high like he’s been starved- 

Perhaps you both have.

You haven’t felt something this good in- maybe ever, and all you’re able to do is tug on his hair, moan loudly, and rut your hips against his face while you feel him tingling through every fiber of your being.

Seungcheol works you through your entire orgasm and then some, until your legs feel like jelly from being tensed, and you can hardly breathe correctly. Then, he pulls away from you slowly, pressing kisses along your inner thigh-

You open your eyes to look down at him, and you’re met with a visual that has you getting wet all over again. 

The gorgeous man between your legs, wipes his thumb across his lower lip, collecting what’s there and slipping it into his mouth, releasing a groan that has you practically twitching- 

His pupils are blown with interest, and he’s breathing just as heavily as you are.

He stands up, towering over you once more.

Seungcheol swallows thickly, running a hand through his hair. “I’m guessing from the way you checked off cum play and breeding kink that you’re on some sort of contraceptive?”

You release a small laugh- no man has ever used the word contraceptive in the bedroom with you before. Cheol is so sexy with his fancy words-

“Hey,” he gently taps your inner thigh again, “are you alright?”

“Yes, I-” you take a breath, “sorry, I’m just-” you can’t help but reach for him, making something like grabby hands in the air.

“I’ll give you a second to come down a bit more,” he concedes, returning between your legs, holding himself just over your body while you attempt to latch onto him, ankles crossing behind his back to lock him in- “You really haven’t been properly touched in a while,” he notes, brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear. 

“No,” you agree, “I haven’t.” 

You cup his face, eager for his lips to be on yours, but he holds just out of your reach, grinning down at you. “Almost ready to answer my question?”

You nod, taking a breath before telling him, “I’m on the pill.”

“Lucky us,” Seungcheol says, bypassing your lips in favour of pressing a kiss to your neck, just above your fluttering pulse point. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you admit, letting out a deep sigh- “needy.”

Seungcheol releases a small groan, and he pushes his hips forward, teasing your bare core with the front of his dress pants- “Yeah?” 

“Please-” you tug gently at his hair, “stop teasing me.”

“Just trying to let you take a breath,” he retorts.

“I don’t want to breathe,” you say stubbornly, “I want you.” 

He lets out a chuckle, and you find yourself wanting to prove how much you want him. 

There’s no way in hell that you’ll be able to dominate Seungcheol, he’s as sturdy as a bear laying on top of you, but when you push at his shoulders, he relents, allowing you to roll him onto his back so you’re now the one on top.

He blinks up at you, lips parting-

“Didn’t expect this, did you, daddy?” you ask, placing your palms flat on his chest while adjusting the way you’re seated, capturing his cock between your bodies-

Seungcheol sits up abruptly- and you almost think he’s going to say something, but instead, he presses his lips to yours, capturing the nape of your neck with his hand so you can’t move away. 

His kiss is hungry, tongue gliding past your own and earning a mewl of pleasure- your hips rock slightly, and you’re immediately aggrieved to be reminded that he still has pants on.

“Want you naked,” you tell him between kisses, “want to taste you-”

Now it’s his turn to let out a groan of eager delight, and he lets go of his hold on your neck, pulling away from your lips to look you in the eyes while he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging ever so slightly to have your head arching back- “You sure about that?”

“God, yes-” you moan, licking your lips-

“Then go ahead, angel,” Seungcheol says, releasing you. “Do whatever your heart desires, and if you get tired, let daddy know so he can take over again.”

You’ve never been wetter in your life. Nor have you ever shimmied down a man’s body and wrestled with his pants so quick, but with Seungcheol, that’s precisely what you do, and within no time at all, you have your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.

He’s girthy- and you can just imagine how good the stretch of him is going to feel- 

You’re practically drooling on him, bobbing your head up and down while he pushes your hair out of your face, releasing a groan and a “that’s it, angel” that eggs you on even more.

You’re aware that you don’t want to make him cum like this- this is just you returning the favour before riding him- 

God, you want to ride him so bad- like you’ve never wanted to ride any man in your whole entire life.

“Fuck-” 

It’s the first swearword you’ve ever heard come out of Seungcheol’s mouth, and it goes straight to your pussy, which clenches around nothing, your mouth slipping down far enough on his cock that you choke-

“Careful, darling,” the hand in your hair tugs you off his cock, and you take a gasp of air, sneaking a glance up at the man who has you going feral-

“I wanna ride you.”

“Like I said, do whatever your heart desires,” comes his almost casual response-

This man is going to be the death of you.

Death by psychologist cock.

Before you can even think a coherent sentence, you’re straddling Seungcheol’s hips, adjusting his cock to fit snuggly against your core, and sinking down on him, filling yourself inch by delicious inch until you’re sat atop him like a queen on her throne.

His hands find your waist, and you both release sounds of pleasure, your eyes closing to enjoy the feeling of being perfectly full for just a moment before you begin to move-

“Feels good, huh?” he prompts, squeezing your hips gently.

“Feels fucking fantastic,” you tell him- swear words be damned.

Your hands find his strong chest, and you lean over him, connecting your lips while you take a test thrust, bouncing just slightly on his cock-

The feeling is enough to have you both groaning into each other’s mouths, Seungcheol cupping the side of your face while he gently bites at your lower lip-

You’re not used to being on top- and it feels obvious in the shallow way you’re riding him, too distracted in kissing to give either motion your full attention-

But that doesn’t matter, because Seungcheol is rutting up to meet you, matching your slow pace and helping you find a steady rhythm with the hand still on your hip, guiding you as you begin to bounce.

It feels like heaven to be fucking Choi Seungcheol- feels like nothing you could have ever imagined. 

You find yourself getting lost in him, working on autopilot with one destination in mind: orgasmic pleasure, and with each thrust of his hips to meet you, he helps you get closer.

“Fuck, Cheol-” you groan, tearing your lips from his to take a breath, burying your face against his neck while your thighs burn from effort- “Daddy, please- please, fuck me-”

That’s all you need to say to get him to take over, flipping you onto your back so he can regain the top position. He captures your hands, raising them over your head where he can lock your wrists together in his strong grip, then his free digits slip between your bodies, seeking out your clit-

“Oh my god,” you moan, eyes closing as you’re overwhelmed in the sensation of him-

“Close already, sweetheart?” he questions, letting out a smug, sexy, little chuckle. “Feels that good?”

“Yes- feels so good,” you tell him, ready to say anything he wants you to if it means he fucks you harder-

His fingers draw small quick circles on your clit, and your legs twitch where they’re wrapped around his waist.

“I’ve hardly even fucked you- you can hold it a little longer, can’t you darling?” he prompts, nosing at your cheek. “For me?”

“I can-” you groan as he fucks you harder, “I can try- but- my clit-”

“Is this making it difficult for you?” Seungcheol smiles, relenting ever so slightly and then removing his hand all together in favour of wrapping it around your throat. “There, is that better?”

He squeezes your airway, and you’re simply unable to speak, unable to do anything but moan like a whore in heat while he fucks you closer and closer to an orgasm you’re desperately trying to hold off for him-

“You feel-” he lets out a groan, “unbelievable.”

No, he feels unbelievable, and you can’t even touch him with your hands still pinned- 

You think if you could graze your fingers across his strong shoulders you’d cum instantly, so maybe it’s a good thing he has your wrists in his grasp-

“I think I want you to cum now,” he decides, and you’re thankful- only for him to release your throat and rub your clit, which has you whining loudly all over again- “You’ll cum with me, right?”

“God, daddy- yes!” you whimper- the coil in your stomach clenching as tightly as ever-

Then he releases your wrists, anchoring a hand against your abdomen to keep you down while he works you over the edge- and your own fingers immediately seek out the shoulders that have you dizzy with lust, core clamping down on his cock as you’re high hits you full force.

“Cheol-” you whimper, delighted by the way he immediately presses his lips to yours, eagerly eating up your sounds of pleasure and returning them with grunts and groans of his own while fucking you through one of the best orgasms of your entire life.

His tongue dances by yours, teeth teasing past your lip-

Your fingers are in his hair and you can feel him practically everywhere, your entire body alight with wonderful sensations of bliss-

It starts to slow too soon, but every up must have a down, and as his hips lose pace and your sounds lessen, you realize you’re truly, madly, deeply in love with Choi Seungcheol.

And you’ve known him for less than a week.

8: Wednesday

“Are you settling in okay?” Bora’s voice pulls you away from your daydreaming, and you tear your eyes off of Seungcheol to focus on the woman whose house you’ve been enjoying for much of the evening.

She’d been introduced to you as Seungcheol’s colleague’s wife, and you’ve yet to get any one on one with the very pregnant hostess, whose husband, Mingyu, has been circling her like a puppy this entire time. 

“Yes,” you respond, finding your voice, “you have a very easy home to settle into.”

“I appreciate that,” she smiles, taking the free seat on the sofa next to you, one hand settling over her protruding stomach in a maternal way that makes your heart soften. “I’ve been meaning to have a chat with you since you arrived, but both of us seem to have a plus one that’s attached at the hip.”

Now it’s her turn to look over at Seungcheol and Mingyu, who are huddled around another psychologist friend of theirs, Wonwoo, and his wife, their attention fixed on the youngest member of the housewarming party, a six-month-old baby named Yumi.

“I feel as if I’m the plus one,” you say.

“Don’t be modest,” Bora brushes it off with a smile, “Cheol has had his hand on the small of your back for most of the evening. As much as they like to pretend they’re big shot psychologists, we’re the crutches that get them through the evening.”

You take a moment to consider her words. 

This is the first event you’ve gone to with your new beau, and for much of it, you’ve been as intent to stick to Cheol’s side as he has been to yours.

“Trust me,” Bora continues, “give it a few minutes and they’ll migrate over here to be close to us.” She pauses, then, “Mingyu has to get used to being in the living room, a pregnant woman like me needs a good, comfortable seat.”

You both laugh at the way she touches her belly again, pushing it out and relaxing back on the sofa. 

“How far along are you?” you ask. 

Despite already having had dinner and discussion for an hour or two, much of the focus has been on the home and various publications that the four university friends have been working on, with Wonwoo’s wife Minji having arrived with Yumi only a short while ago. 

“Eight months,” Bora sighs, continuing to stroke her baby bump. “I’m just about ready to pop. But enough about me and my belly, you’ve hardly spoken about yourself- and Cheol is always so focused on work, I’ve yet to get many details out of him, other than the fact that you’re worth skipping book club for. Did you two have a hot date last night?”

Your skin heats with embarrassment- “I didn’t know he’d skipped book club for me-”

“It’s a loose arrangement, Tuesdays at seven, I’m only teasing you,” Bora leans over to nudge you with her shoulder, offering you a sweet smile. “How did you two meet?”

The nondisclosure agreement pops into your mind like a red warning sign. 

“Erm…” you swallow, “Cheol hasn’t told you?”

“Like I said, he’s very tight-lipped about it,” Bora explains. “But- I’ve never known Seungcheol to be a fan of changing his schedule- and the pearl necklace you’re wearing- the dress, your lovely nails- they all seem like gifts to me. Am I right?”

Her husband might be a psychologist, but Bora has just as much of a critical eye. She sees right through you.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” Bora waves your silence off, “I know I’m right. I’ll figure you two out.”

“Are you being nosy again, Mrs. Kim?” Vernon, the fourth and quietest man of your new lover’s friend group joins you in the living room, taking a seat on the single chair to your left.

“Always,” Bora responds with a smile. “Wait, Vernon, maybe you know more about this. Y/N is being no fun- Cheol must have told you where and when they met-”

Vernon’s mouth opens in something like recognition-

“Ah ha!” Bora exclaims, leaning closer to you, sandwiching you in while she presses for more information. “So you do know!” 

“I do, but-” Vernon looks at you, then he leans in too, his voice dipping to something near a whisper, “Are we allowed to talk about this?”

“Allowed?” Now Bora is even more hooked on finding the truth than before, and her gaze darts between you and the man on your left, who obviously knows at least a few details about you and Seungcheol’s ‘origin story.’

Due to the NDA, all you can do is sit there like a fish out of water, and you find yourself looking to Seungcheol, hoping he’ll see you in distress and come over to sort things out-

“Let’s just say-” Vernon sighs, giving in to the pregnant woman’s need for information, “Y/N, you seem like a great girl- as kind, calm, collected, and smart as Seungcheol told us you were- but, I am shocked he found you on a dating site.”

“A dating site?” Bora’s eyes have widened, and she shuffles closer to you on the couch, jaw dropped. “Stop- when I told him to try online dating after his last girlfriend I was honestly joking- everyone knows Tinder is hookup central these days.”

Bora is as inquisitive as anyone you’ve ever met, and she checks you and Vernon for your reactions, easily picking up on the shift of energy-

“Wait, not tinder?” She pauses, waiting for an answer. When it becomes obvious neither you nor Vernon are going to elaborate, she sighs and sits back a little. “Now that I think of it, tinder is an app, not a site- the only dating sites I can think of online are-”

It’s like a lightbulb goes off atop her head, and her jaw drops a little more- then she’s inching in close to you again, whispering as Vernon had done earlier, “You know what? Now that we’re discussing it- a sugar daddy site would be perfect for Cheol.”

Vernon groans, throwing his hand over his eyes and leaning forward. It’s clear he’d expected to be able to talk to you in something of vague code without Bora picking up on it- but it seems he’s underestimated the astute woman next to you. 

“You guys are horrible at keeping secrets,” Bora grins, sneaking a glance at Seungcheol, who’s now picked up baby Yumi- “This is so interesting.” 

“The plot thickens,” you offer, unable to say much more than that.

“Oh my god, stop,” Bora says playfully, poking your arm. “Obviously there’s some… agreement that’s been made between you and Cheol, so I’ll try not to prod you for much more information,” she promises, “but I’ll talk to Cheol and the next time we meet, you’ll be able to speak more freely.”

“The next time we meet?” you ask, wondering how the woman can be so sure of herself in every regard.

“We’ll meet again,” she tells you. “Trust me, anyone watching you and Seungcheol- well, anyone who knows him, can tell he really likes you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “You think?” 

Bora smiles at you. “Sweet girl, it’s obvious. Trust me, Seungcheol doesn’t bring around just anyone to parties with us, and like I said, he doesn’t often change his schedule for girls either. I don’t care what site you met on, you have that man whipped.”

“Bora-” the psychologist on your left groans.

“Vernon,” she retorts with the same tone. 

They exchange a glance, a battle for dominance, and Bora wins, Vernon releasing a sigh before leaning back in his chair.

“You know what is surprising?” he asks.

“Tell us,” Bora mirrors him, relaxing back against the couch.

“How good Cheol is being with Yumi tonight.” Vernon is watching his friends and the baby again, and soon all three of you are.

“That’s a good point, Vernon,” Bora grins, nudging you a little with her elbow. “I wonder why that is?”

You think her intuition has finally run dry. She can’t be insinuating that you’re partially the reason behind Seungcheol’s apparent baby fever- 

And if she is, she has another shock coming for her when she finally talks to Cheol and finds out that ‘no babies’ was one of the clauses of your dating agreement.

“I think, Cheol’s the kind of man who likes seeing people happy, and Yumi is very expressive” you offer. “People can like babies without wanting one for themselves.”

Bora lets out a scoff. “Right, Mingyu and I always thought we just ‘liked babies,’ and now look at me. Liking babies is always how it starts, and before you know it, nine months have gone by, you’ve turned into a balloon and are buying a new home big enough to raise a family in.”

You are envious of her position, but at the same time, you’re acutely aware that you and Cheol are extremely new to each other. He’s not the kind of man to be hasty- or at least, you’d thought he wasn’t, but as Bora had mentioned, Seungcheol doesn’t introduce just anyone to his friends. 

You’ll have to talk with him about this and you know it, but until then, it’s enough to just sit between his friends and watch him play with Yumi, who seems to give everyone in the vicinity a serious case of baby fever. 

9: Thursday

“Hold up-” Seungkwan says, interrupting you with a wave of his hands, and they land on your knees, “wait a minute- so he makes you sign an NDA, and then invites you out with his friends, and one of them like- bombards you for an hour about him-”

“It wasn’t an hour-”

“Sure-”

“And she wasn’t bombarding,” you correct.

“Ok, fine, yeah, whatever- but then-” Seungkwan takes a deep breath, “he also has a thing about no babies, and in the first week- straight up rubs a baby in your face for an entire night-”

“Yumi was only there for an hour or so before we left-”

“And then!” your best friend interrupts you again, “on the car ride home, instead of discussing it with him like adults- ya’ll put up the separation between you and his hot as fuck driver, and nearly fucked in the back seat-”

“Oh my god, stop-” you groan, “I told you, it was just kissing-”

“With you straddling the man!” Seunkwan yells back. “And all of this, after he switched his schedule to fuck you on Tuesday night- even though you said it would go slow-”

“Actually, he told me he wouldn’t fuck me till the third date, and if we didn’t meet Tuesday, the night with his friends on Wednesday would have been the third date, so-” 

“I swear to fucking god, I have whiplash,” Seungkwan tells you, looking as serious as ever. “Ya’ll make me sick! Sick I say! What in the ever-loving fanfic is this bullshit-”

“Have you been writing more Hannibal and Will love stories again?”

“Maybe.” 

“Are you going to write a fanfic about Will and Hannibal based on me and Cheol?”

“Maybe…” 

“Seungkwan!” 

“Well don’t tell me juicy stories if you don’t want them getting thrown in a sex fantasy! Ya’ll nearly fucked in the back of a car with a hot chauffeur-” 

“I told you-” you begin to defend yourself again, only to be cut off by your phone buzzing.

Both you and Seungkwan look to your cell, placed a foot or two away on the coffee table.

“Daddy,” you both say in unison, and then you’re lurching for your phone.

“Seungkwan stop!” you screech, grabbing onto his sweater when he latches onto the device first.

“Put him on speaker!” Seungkwan declares, holding your cell just out of your reach while it rings.

“Yeah- I’ll put him on speaker-” you fold easily, “just give me the phone!”

Instead of handing it to you right away, your best friend answers the call and hits speaker, then thrusts it towards your face.

“Hi, daddy!” you blurt out, flustered from the small dust up you’d just had with your friend over the entire situation.

There’s a chuckle on the other end of the line, then “Hi, sweetheart. It sounds like I’ve interrupted something.”

“Just-” you grab the cell back from Seungkwan, “just had trouble finding my phone is all, was worried you’d be sent to voicemail.”

“I’m glad I wasn’t. It’s good to hear your voice.”

Your heart swoons, and Seungkwan grabs a pillow to scream into. “Good to hear yours too.”

“I’m just calling to see if we’re still on for tomorrow.”

“Right, yeah- do you still want to see me? I know you were very specific when we met about meeting up once or twice a week, and I’ve already seen you twice in the past three days-”

“Once or twice a week, plus the occasional group event,” Seungcheol clarifies for you. “I’d really enjoy having you over tomorrow, if you haven’t already made plans. I won’t hold it against you if you have, I can see how there might have been a small miscommunication- especially after my… erratic behavour this week, fitting you in on Tuesday- scheduling will almost always be smoother than it has been these last few days.”

“I’d love to see you tomorrow- I haven’t made any other plans.”

“Good.” You can hear him smiling. “Since it’s a Friday, and I don’t have any specific work engagements on weekends, how do you feel about bringing an overnight bag?”

Seungkwan drops his pillow.

“I would love that, too-” you say.

“Perfect. Should we say pick up at seven?”

“Sounds great.” 

God, he makes everything so easy-

“Can’t wait to see you again, angel. Have a good evening, you deserve it.”

You deserved to get dicked down.

“Have a good night too, Cheol.” 

10: Friday

When you exit your building, you’re shocked to find a different car - and an entirely different driver - waiting to take you to  Seungcheol’s home.

The man himself is standing aside a sleek, black, two-seater sports car, dressed in his usual suit aesthetic that shows off the broadness of his shoulders- 

You go feral nearly immediately, and it takes everything in you to stop from practically drooling as you close the distance between you and the man who pulls you into a hug that takes you off your feet for a greeting.

“Hey there, angel,” his breath tickles your hair and he sets you back down. He takes your hands gently, holding them out to the sides so he can get a good look at your outfit, a red dress you’d chosen, knowing it’s his favourite colour. “You look gorgeous.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you grin, playing with his fingers.

One quick motion has him spinning you like a dancer, and you find yourself giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Ready to go?” he asks when you’ve come to a stop in front of him again.

“Uh huh,” you nod, giving your head a little shake to pull yourself from a lust-fueled daze, “sorry, I was just- I wasn’t expecting you to be the one picking me up.”

“I gave Seokmin the night off,” Seungcheol tells you, opening the car’s passenger side door and holding out a hand to help you in. “Hope that’s okay,” he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your cheek before taking your overnight bag and closing you into the vehicle.

He puts your bag in the back trunk, then slips into the driver’s seat.

Seungcheol’s hand finds your thigh, and he squeezes gently, offering you a small smile. “I know we’re planning on having you stay the night, but if you decide you don’t want to sleep over, I can always drive you home later.”

“Cheol,” you rest your hand on top of his, “I think we both know I’m not going to take you up on that offer.”

“Sure, but I figured I’d put it on the table regardless.” 

You smile, leaning in to steal a kiss to his cheek, as he had when he helped you into your seat. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“You deserve it,” he insists, giving your thigh another squeeze before reaching for the ignition. 

The car revs to life. 

It’s hard not to stare at Seungcheol while he drives, and luckily, his hand returns to your thigh, giving you something to focus on. You take to playing with his fingers, marveling at how handsome every inch of him is.

“Vernon called me yesterday,” Seungcheol says, dragging your attention from his hands.

“Oh?”

“He admitted to slipping up and giving Bora ideas.” Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle, “said you looked like a deer in headlights when he arrived to the conversation- she was pressing you for details, huh?”

“Not in a bad way,” you tell him, wanting to defend the woman who you’re already coming to think of as a friend. “She was just- curious.”

“It’s my fault for not being specific with you about the NDA, or with Vernon for that matter- the NDA is primarily for when we go to work events outside of our inner circle, which is why your best friend is mentioned on the form you signed- it seems both Vernon and Mingyu were under the idea that I wanted to be highly secretive about us- but I’ve explained to them the nuances of it all. The next time you see Bora, please, feel free to discuss it with her, or Vernon, or Mingyu, Wonwoo, Minji- as long as you’re not too specific with Yumi, you can consider the baby a confidant as well.”

He’s obviously joking about the baby, but the mention of the child brings those same warm fuzzy conflicted feelings that you’d experienced last night at the get-together. 

There will be a time to talk with Seungcheol about his seemingly dualistic baby fever and baby aversion- but tonight is not the night for it.

You’re thankful he’d even brought up the topic of Bora and the NDA, and already, what little anxiety you’d felt about this whole thing has been substantially dwindled.

“I really liked your friends,” you admit, thinking back to how pleasant the evening had been. Despite Bora’s teasing and prying, she’d been nothing but a courteous host when Seungcheol and Mingyu had predictably rejoined you in the living room.

“They liked you too, angel. I knew they would.” He lets go of your thigh in favor of gently taking your hand. 

You can already feel your panties beginning to get wet- 

No man’s hands have ever had this effect on you before- and maybe it has to do, in part, with the whole ‘quirofilia’ thing-

Or maybe, Cheol is simply a man made by the hands of god himself- after all, how could he be this perfect without something like divine intervention?

Before you know it, you’re at Seungcheol’s house, and he’s pulling into the underground garage, where he parks next to the rolls-royce you’re accustomed to being driven in. 

Ever the gentleman, Seungcheol makes sure to come around and open your door for you, your duffle swung over his arm. He refuses to give it back to you, insisting on carrying it up to his home, where the two of you head to his bedroom instinctually.

He sets the bag down, turning to look at you, opening his mouth to say something-

But your patience has already run thin, and you all but launch yourself at the broad man, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pressing your lips to his while his hands find your waist.

He laughs into the kiss, and you think he must not have been expecting you to jump him like this. 

Doesn’t he know the effect he has on you?

“Cheol-” you groan, moving your lips to his neck-

“Eager, angel?” Seungcheol reaches down to cup your bum, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. “It was hard being close but not able to properly touch you at the gettogether-” he says, taking a few steps back and collapsing down onto his bed, steadying you on top of him, “Could hardly even get work done today-”

“Was I that distracting for you, daddy?” you coo, teeth teasing past his earlobe.

He releases a groan, hands digging into your hips, forcing you down on his cock, which presses up against his dress pants, caught between your bodies. “Always.” 

“How can I fix it?” you wonder out loud, hands already going for the buttons of his shirt. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“You do, angel,” Seungcheol tells you, “make daddy feel so good.” 

“Wanna make you feel even better-” Then an idea comes to your head, “How about… a massage?” you suggest, thinking back to a paragraph you’d read from his book yesterday. “Aren’t you the one who claims relaxation time, such as stretching, massages, and the like, can be just as beneficial to the mind and body as activity itself?”

“Look at you, quoting my own work at me,” he releases a deep groan. “Are you sure that’s what you want to get up to tonight?”

“Just to start,” you tell him. “We have the whole evening- and tomorrow morning- why not start the night off with something like a massage? And work our way into…” you swivel your hips, “harder things.” 

“I like the sound of that, angel,” he confesses with another sigh of pleasure as you kiss the sweet spot just under his ear. “But you’ve got to let me get up so I can grab massage oil.”

You’d forgotten about that part, and the idea of letting Seungcheol leave you - even for a moment - brings out a bratty side of you that you’ve never truly experienced. 

It takes all your willpower to concede, getting off of the man who sits up and runs a hand through his hair. “You okay?” he questions, seeing the shift in your energy.

“Yeah,” you nod, “just hurry.”

He laughs, reaching out to gently pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger. The kiss he places on your lips is as chaste as your first had been, and it leaves you tingling with potential, even as he stands and heads to the ensuite bathroom.

In his absence, you begin to take off your clothes, removing everything down to your bra and panties, and then, just for good measure, you settle onto your knees on the foot of his bed, trying to be as patient as possible.

You’re rewarded when Seungcheol appears in the doorway again, having stripped himself of his shirt. There’s a bottle of baby oil trapped between his teeth, and his hands are working on his belt and pants- 

When he sees you sitting on the foot of his bed, like the best girl there ever was, he lets the baby bottle drop from his mouth, catching it easily in one hand- “look at you,” he breathes, scanning your form. 

“Like what you see, daddy?” you tease, skin heating from the attention he gives you.

“Love it,” he tells you. “How good are your reflexes, darling?”

You open your mouth to respond, only to have him toss the bottle of oil at you. 

Unlike him, you don’t catch it gracefully, the bottle almost slipping out of your hands- there’s a small fumble but your digits wrap around it-

Seungcheol laughs at you. “With butter fingers like that- should I be getting us a towel to put down?” 

You hate that it’s a legitimate question.

And you doubly hate that the answer is a resounding yes, which you verbalize to him, annoyed that he’ll be leaving again-

But then you’re graced with a full view of his beautiful back when he turns to head into the bathroom again, and you decide to be a good, patient girl for just a few more moments.

Seungcheol returns, and you bite your tongue while you watch him set the towel down, but as soon as it’s settled, you find yourself saying - in something like a command - “on your stomach first,” you’re quick to adjust to your tone, “I wanna work your back out a little to start.”

“How could I say no to that?” Seungcheol grins, following through and laying flat on the towel.

You nearly drool while watching him adjust his arms, propping his head up with both hands under his chin. His biceps are bulging and your mouth is definitely beginning to water again, prompting you to lick your lips-

“Have you given many massages before?” he asks, as you straddle his hips, continuing to marvel at the shape of his perfect form-

“Erm- define many?” 

He chuckles, and you flip the cap of the baby oil, allowing the liquid to pour into your palm. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“It can’t be that hard,” you tell him, bringing your hands to the muscled back that has you wet like the ocean every time you see it.

“Tell that to my chiropractor,” he says, a joke that makes you both laugh.

You begin to work away at his muscles, both hands smoothing up and down his back, focusing in on the shoulders you love so much-

“Feels good,” Seungcheol groans, releasing a deep sigh of relief that has your ego shooting through the roof. 

“That’s good daddy,” you tell him, leaning over him and applying more of your body weight as pressure for your hands. “You deserve to relax.”

He chuckles slightly, and you realize you’re picking up on some of his diction. Hasn’t he been the one telling you what you deserve thus far? 

All it takes is you being on top and you begin to emulate his mannerisms, the soft dom tendency towards praise. 

You can tell he’s enjoying it, and you are too, your panties getting wetter with every second your hands are on his broad shoulders-

 “Can you flip now?” you prompt, knowing it hasn’t been that long that you’ve been working on his back- but you miss his face, and you’re eager to get your hands on his chest-

With a grunt of affirmation, Seungcheol begins to turn, and you lift yourself off of him enough to allow the movement. Once he’s on his back, you settle down again, capturing his cock between your bodies as it strains against his pants.

“You like this position, huh?” he asks, smiling up at you with an expression that exudes adoration. 

His hands find your thighs, rubbing up and down while you get more oil on your palms. “Not always,” you tell him, beginning to massage his chest, “top can be fun to start, in some cases, but- I really liked being under you the last time we were in your bed.”

“Oh yeah?” 

You avoid his gaze, knowing your skin is heating from what you’d just admitted. “Uh huh.”

“You’re cute,” he breathes, rubbing circles on your thighs, “getting all shy while sitting on top of me like this.”

“I’m trying to focus,” you tell him, trailing your fingers down to his abdomen. 

“You look a little dazed, darling,” he presses, “are you sure you don’t want me to take over?”

“I’ve hardly massaged you yet-” you go to argue, but Seungcheol is already making the move to sit up.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back the way he had last time- his breath is hot against your throat, and he trails his nose up under your jaw, bringing his lips to your ear. “What if I don’t care about the massage anymore?”

“Then-” you swallow thickly, pussy throbbing when his free hand unclasps your bra behind you, “then, okay.”

“Okay?” he chuckles. “My love, I don’t think ‘then, okay’ is a sentence.”

“Fuck me?”

“Not too sure that’s a sentence either, but, your wish is my command.”

It seems like the easiest thing in the world for him to discard your bra and flip you onto your back, lips finding your own, tearing your breath away.

Your legs tighten around his waist, and his oiled chest slides against yours, your newly freed nipples pebbling at the direct contact-

One of his hands, slides between your bodies, skimming over your breast and cupping it, squeezing. You release a moan of pleasure, hips bucking, pushing up towards him-

Your own hands slide over his slippery shoulders, and you mentally kick yourself for having lubed him up- there’s hardly anything to grasp onto, so you latch onto his hair instead, kissing him harder.

He releases your breast, hand slipping down and under the waistband of your panties. When his fingers find your core, they tease past your clit, and you can feel the silkiness of the baby oil on his digits, which glide into your wet hole as easily as ever. 

“Cheol-” you moan desperately, wanting to push your hips up- to get closer, but he holds you down with his large body, lips moving to your neck.

You realize, as his expert fingers crook up and find your gspot, that the last time you’d fucked, he’d never fingered you. You’d gotten to experience his tongue and his cock, but the middle and ring fingers that explore your pussy have something like trained exactitude, hitting the spot that has your toes curling with deadly precision. 

“Oh my god-” you whimper, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, looking for an anchor while he begins to thrust his digits into you with enough force that your hips begin to rock-

The palm of his hand applies pressure to your clit, rubbing you through the rough manhandling that has you achingly close to an orgasm within no time-

“Gonna cum?” he prompts in your ear, hot breath making your skin tingle.

“Yes, daddy-” it’s the most you can do to hold onto him and clench your eyes shut, an intense feeling of euphoric pressure erupting between your legs-

“That’s it gorgeous, let it all out-” he groans, fingers unrelenting-

You can hear your pussy, squelching sinfully around his fingers- and you can feel wetness gushing between your thighs-

In the back of your mind, you realize you’re squirting, cumming completely undone on his hand, but you’re too lost in the feeling of it to care.

He finger fucks you to the point of overwhelm, until your whines and whimpers are hoarse and tears well in the corners of your shut eyes-

And then he’s pulling his hand out of your panties, and the soaked material is left to cling back to your sopping hole.

Your arms go slack, landing on the bed next to you, and Seungcheol pulls away from your body, making you moan desperately, eyes opening to watch him-

“I’m not going anywhere, angel,” he promises, pushing his own pants down before kicking them to the side, then he goes to tear your panties off, and you see, for the first time, how truly ruined they are. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone squirt this much,” he tells you, discarding the fabric so he can rejoin you on the bed, the both of you fully nude. “Did that feel good?”

“So good-” you whimper, hardly able to form sentences in your delirious, sex induced brain fog-

Seungcheol slots himself between your thighs again, cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing away the tear that’s escaped your eye. “Do you need a moment?”

“No!” you’re quick to protest, locking your legs around his hips. “Fuck me- daddy- please-”

You don’t think any cock has ever entered you as smoothly as his does, aided by the copious amount of wet arousal still dribbling out of your hole.

Seungcheol tucks his face against the crook of your neck, supporting himself above you with two hands buried into the pillow on either side of your head. His lips are feverish against your throat, and the groans he releases as he begins to fuck you make you as horny as ever.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moans, rutting into you with a pace and power that increases with every slap of skin on skin- “so perfect for me-”

“Daddy-” you whine, clawing at his back while he ravages your insides.

“So responsive-” his teeth graze past your neck and you shiver, whole body tingling with delight.

“Harder-” you moan.

“Harder?” he releases something like a laugh, and then you hear him swallow, adjusting his position so he can dig his elbows into the bed, hooking his forearms under your own shoulders, which props you up ever so slightly- enough to change the angle and allow him to follow through with your request.

You release a squeak at the feeling of being completely at his mercy, completely wrapped in Cheol while he’s wrapped in you- the perfect combination really.

The sounds escaping you aren’t something you can hold back, and each rough thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, a spot that has you becoming a mewling, moaning, whimpering mess for him.

“Just like that-” you tell him desperately, grabbing at his hair, eager to hold onto something while you get fucked into oblivion-

“You close, gorgeous?” he asks, and all you can do is moan, which makes him chuckle, “yeah you are,” he breathes. “Squeezing daddy so fucking tight- you were made for this, weren’t you, angel?”

“Yes-” 

“Made to be fucked-” he growls, rutting into you even harder-

You’re not sure where sweet, soft dom Seungcheol has gone, but you’re more than happy to be decimated by the man fucking into you like an animal, and his sinful praisings go straight to your pussy, which clenches around him even more.

“That’s it angel, that’s it-” he groans, “just a little more-” one of his hands moves to grab your thigh, hiking it higher on his waist-

He hits a spot that has you seeing stars, and you gasp loudly, crying out-

“Cum for me,” he instructs, and before your mind has even registered his words, your pussy is following through with the command, clamping down onto him while the biggest orgasm of your life slams into you like a freight train. 

Seungcheol lets out delicious sounds of pleasure, gasping against your throat, fucking you through your orgasm while coating your insides with his own release-

You’re completely surrounded by him.

There’s nothing else, only you and Cheol… and perhaps the ruined towel below you, dragging against your back with each rough thrust.

His motions begin to slow, and he comes to a stop, collapsing some of his body weight down against you while you both struggle to catch your breath. 

Neither of you say anything, too lost in the aftershocks of pleasure.

But with Cheol, you don’t need to say anything. You’re completely safe with him, completely content to rest in his arms, knowing there’s not a single place in the world you’d rather be.

11: Saturday

Waking up in Seungcheol’s bed, you immediately stretch in search of him- only to find the bed empty.

Sitting up, and wrapping the quilt around your nude body, you look around, blinking away residual grogginess. 

The man who’d fucked you silly until the late hours of the morning is nowhere to be seen, and you can’t help the way annoyance floods through you. But you remind yourself that Seungcheol likes his schedules, and a quick check of the clock next to the bed shows you that it’s eleven am, so you suppose you can’t be mad at Cheol for not staying with you while you slept half the day away.

Getting out of bed, you’re surprised to find just how sore your body is. 

Your thighs burn- and you suppose a round number five riding session may have not been the best idea last night.

You find the simple black sleeping shirt Seungcheol had given you before deciding to tear it off of you for round six, and you enjoy the way it dwarfs you. 

Sometimes you still can’t believe how big and broad Cheol is- 

Finding your overnight bag, you take out a fresh pair of panties, and decide to head off in search of Seungcheol in the simple shirt and underwear look. It’s doubtful you’ll be wearing it for much longer regardless.

It’s not hard to find your psychologist lover, after all, you simply have to follow the smell of food to the kitchen. 

Your sugar daddy is standing at the stove, one hand holding a spatula while he cooks eggs, the other propping up a book that he’s quietly reading.

He’s so sexy and smart- and sexy… and smart.

You can’t help but tiptoe towards him, latching onto his back and pressing your cheek against the space between his shoulder blades, releasing a groan of pleasure to finally be connected to him again.

“Morning, angel,” Seungcheol greets you, setting his book down before adjusting you, tugging you so you’re in front of him and he can meet your eyes. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than ever,” you beam at him, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “And you?”

“Never better,” he returns your smile, and your heart practically melts. “Hungry?”

“Definitely- are you my master chef today?”

He laughs. “I’m not sure I’m that good, cooking is a hobby I’ve only truly picked up in recent years.”

“Right,” you say, turning in his arms to look down at the pan in front of you. “Very hard ingredient, eggs.”

Seungcheol releases a cross between a chuckle and a sigh behind you, poking at your ribcage. “I can make more than eggs. I just figured, I don’t really know what you like when it comes to food, so I’d make something safe and healthy. Besides, I wasn’t sure when you’d wake up.”

“So this is just for you, is that what you’re saying?” you tease him some more, enjoying the domesticity of this- it’s as if you’ve done this a hundred times before, or at least, you have the peace that comes with familiarity.

“If I had known you were such a brat-” he begins, but you cut him off with a squeal and turn to face him again, insisting “I’m not a brat!”

He simply looks at you with a smile.

“You’re being mean to me,” you pout, cupping the back of his neck and getting closer to him. 

Seungcheol scoffs, shaking his head slightly. He’s quick to change the subject. “Eggs are done, are you going to come sit with me at the table?”

With a sigh, you release the psychologist, allowing him to move the eggs to a plate- and when you turn to head to the table, you see a tray of fresh fruit and other breakfast items.

“There’s orange juice in the fridge, water, or I can make you some coffee,” Seungcheol says, following you to the table where you both take your seats. 

“I’m okay for now,” you tell him, grabbing a particularly tasty-looking piece of fruit to gnaw on. “Thanks, daddy.”

Seungcheol smiles, looking down at the healthy fruit options. “You know,” he says, moving a few pieces of cantaloupe and honeydew to his plate, “I’ve been wondering about you and your daddy kink.”

“Hmm?” 

“Just that- we’ve never discussed it, not explicitly- I guess, being a sugar daddy, the term is in the name, but… you took to it very easily,” he explains.

“Are you suggesting I have inherent daddy issues?”

“Not suggesting, merely… wondering.”

“How about this,” you set your fruit down, “I’ll talk about my daddy issues when you tell me why you think you’d be a bad father.”

Seungcheol looks at you quizzically. 

“I know you say it’s about your work and not having enough time, but- you’re settled in your career and reputation. You have this big house, a chauffeur, a group of smart psychologist friends who are popping out babies right now- and I saw the way you were with baby Yumi. looking at all of that- the only reason I can think of for why you’d be… adverse to babies, is that you have some personal reasons to think you’d be bad at it.” 

The man across from you stays quiet, leaning back in his chair, but a smile works its way across his face. Then, he sighs, “touche.” 

“So I guess neither of us will be talking about our daddy issues at the breakfast table,” you conclude, picking at your fruit again.

“How did I ever find a girl like you on a dating site?” Seungcheol says. “So pretty, and smart-”

“How did I ever find you on a dating site?” you retort, “so sexy, and smart-”

“Maybe finding each other was destiny.”

“Do you believe in that sort of thing?” you ask, cocking your head to the side. “Many men of science that I’ve heard of tend to lean towards atheism.”

“Maybe I used to, but then- let’s just say, I found an angel, and my world’s been flipped upside down ever since.” 

Your heart leaps in your chest, and you avert your gaze, looking down at your fruit. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“As I’ve told you before, angel,” Seungcheol reaches his hand across the table, placing it over your own, “you deserve it.”

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“Are you checking your book sales again?” you groan, leaning over the back of the sunlounger chair to look over Seungcheol’s shoulders, your hands smoothing down his bare chest-

“No,” your psychologist lover says, closing his laptop and setting it on the side table next to him. 

“Liar,” you grin, moving around the front of his chair so he can see you and the red bikini adorning your body- one of many sets you’ve accumulated over the two and a half years you’ve been dating Seungcheol. 

You have no actual intent of going into the private pool behind you.

Seungcheol’s eyes eat you up, and the smile of appreciation that works its way onto his lips is as bright and full of affection as it’s always been. “Look at you, angel. I’ll never get tired of seeing you in red.”

“Ass kisser,” you tease, watching him stand up from the poolside chair. “I thought we agreed no work on our honeymoon.”

“It’s true that I promised that- but… checking sales on my new book isn’t work, it’s… checking sales on my new book, and besides, you were asleep,” your husband grins, hands finding your waist and tugging you to his chest. “What if you pretend you never saw me on my laptop.”

You roll your eyes. He’s gotten cheekier the longer you’ve been together, and this playful side of your relationship isn’t something you’d trade for the entire world. 

“You always get up to naughty things while I’m sleeping,” you tease, playing the part of an upset wife.

“Come on,” Seungcheol prompts, leaning down to kiss you, “say you love me.”

“I’ll say I love you when you fulfill your other promise.”

“You know, we’re what, three days into this vacation?” Seungcheol pulls you closer. “Who’s to say I haven’t already pumped a baby into you?”

“Me,” you grin, hooking your fingers in his swim trunks. “I don’t feel full at all right now, in any way, shape, or form.”

“Well then, let’s see what I can do about filling you up sufficiently,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you one last time before throwing you over his shoulder and taking you back into your private vacation villa..

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It could be the half-finished bottle of merlot that warms your lower stomach when Wakasa comes by knocking. You feel a bit self-conscious when his eyes roam down the naked expanse of your legs peeking out from beneath the oversized shirt you tossed on after coming home from work. You weren’t exactly expecting guests tonight, so you tug on the hem to cover yourself better as you ask, “Can I help you?” 

Wakasa grins. 

“Yes, I was wondering if I could borrow an egg?” Your neighbor cocks his head to the side, purple and blonde tendrils swaying at the movement. You shift from one foot to the other. “My recipe calls for two and I only had one.” 

“Oh.” You open the door wider. “Yeah sure. Come in, I’ll get it for you.” 

He bobs his head and walks through, a waft of something spicy and dark filling your senses when his shoulder brushes against yours. Electricity zips through the air, making your breath hitch and your hands squeeze around the door. You try to keep your expression neutral as you scurry around him, careful not to touch him as you pass by. Wakasa ambles in after you, his head turning curiously from side to side as he observes his surroundings. 

“So what’re you making?” You ask as you open the refrigerator and reach for the brown carton. You pop the lid open and pull out one egg before putting the carton back and shutting the door. You walk back to the living room, watching as he inspects a few art pieces hanging above your couch. Wakasa notices you and smirks. 

“A cake,” he says simply as you hand him the desired object. You fight the urge to shiver when his fingers graze over yours. His skin’s warmer than you expected. “Thank you. My batter would’ve been ruined otherwise.” 

You fight the urge to say something incredibly inappropriate as you bite the inside of your cheek and lead him back to your front entrance. 

“Well, good luck with your baking adventures,” you say and Wakasa nods his head in thanks. He seems to be mulling over something, almost expectantly as you peer at him with furrowed brows. “Did you need something else?” 

He shakes his head and slips on his sandals. “No,” he replies before tossing you a wink over his shoulder. “Thanks for the egg.” Wakasa lazily waves at you while ambling back to his apartment. You watch him go in confusion before you shake your head and close your door. 

Strange, you think while heading back to your couch where your dinner and wine wait for you. 

He’s just so… strange.

It’s not until later that night when you’re tossing and turning in bed that your thoughts linger back to him. Your weird but incredibly attractive neighbor, who smiles like sin and looks like heaven. Like the gods have sculpted him out of their own image, with a voice so smooth and rich that it sends shivers down your spine— 

You realize with cold clarity just how uncomfortably wet you’ve gotten, cotton panties sticky and clit pulsing. You lay on your back to stare up at the dark ceiling before slipping your hand beneath your underwear, closing your eyes as the image of hypnotizing lavender hues stare down at you. Watching as you run your fingers along your slit. You imagine how his fingers would feel gliding between your folds, gathering your slick and dipping a digit slowly, deliberately into your hole. 

You moan quietly, embarrassment engulfing you from your toes to the warmth pooling in your lower stomach as you circle your clit with your finger. You can almost vividly see the way he’s watching you, Wakasa instructing you on how to touch yourself in that sultry tone of his. Your orgasm hits you quicker than ever before, pleasure washing over you like a gentle wave before your eyes flutter shut and you succumb to sleep. 

It’s after that night that the dreams begin. 

Every time you close your eyes, your mind wanders to your pretty neighbor. Visions of Wakasa kissing you, ravaging you, fucking you. 

It’s unbearable just how real these dreams feel— the rough ridges of his tongue when he laps at your essence, the veins of his cock rubbing against your walls when he splits you open. His mouth suctioning against your puffy clit as he maliciously strokes that one spot inside of you, making your back arch and stars decorate your vision. You wake up every morning sensitive and achy, ruined panties thrown into the laundry basket as you walk to the bathroom on wobbly legs. 

It’s getting increasingly more and more difficult to look at Wakasa without your pussy clenching and thighs rubbing… and you’re unsure if you’re imagining just how wide his smirk grows every time he greets you. 

Weeks pass and the dreams persist. If anything, they become increasingly more and more realistic. Wakasa whispering dirty little commands into your ear as you bounce on his cock. His hand curled into your hair as he pounds into you from behind. Red welts appear along your thighs or ass in the places he tightly grips. They’re so graphic you feel feverish when you open your eyes, sweat rolling down your collar bones and between your breasts as your thighs quake, damp with cum and sweat. 

And he’s always watching you unravel, beneath or above him, lips parted and eyes glazed over when he pumps you full. He presses his lips along your hairline or just behind your ear as his cock twitches inside of you. 

“That’s a good girl,” he coos as you peer at him drunk on lust. He strokes his fingers along your naked spine. “Take all my love, just like that.” 

You can hardly in his direction when you pass by him in the hallways, and you get the strangest sensation that he somehow knows. He knows how you beg for him to ‘please, please, please, just put it in!’ how your jaw aches when you wake up from dreams of sitting between his knees, his hand pressed against the base of your skull as tears roll down your wet cheeks.

Yet Wakasa doesn’t say anything about your flustered state when he knocks one evening. 

“Evening,” he purrs, leaning against the doorframe. Your clit pulses at the way he says your name. “Do you have another egg I can borrow?” 

“You really need to check if you have everything before you start baking,” you say in a teasing manner, opening the door a little wider to allow him in. Wakasa chuckles as he steps through, this time his fingers grazing along the bare skin peeking out from the wide collar of your shirt. “It’s more fun when I can come and visit you.”

You should feel ashamed from the way your cunt drools when his voice dips. Desire pools into your bloodstream, your breath quickening and body heat rising as you hurry over to the fridge.

“H-here,” you fumble as you nearly dent the wall from how hard you open the refrigerator door. You wouldn’t be surprised if the egg broke when you forcibly place it into his hand, eager to get the object of your wet dreams out of your apartment before you did something you might regret. 

Wakasa takes the egg and slowly rolls it around in his palm, eyes never leaving your face as he watches you squirm beneath his gaze. His single earring sways as he tilts his head forward to try and meet your eyes. 

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Wakasa asks and you nearly moan, panties slick and getting worse by the second. “You don’t look so good.” 

“‘M fine,” you say, taking a step back to put some space between the two of you but Wakasa quickly closes the gap. 

“You don’t look like it,” he ponders, placing the egg on the end table beside your couch before putting both hands on your hips. You can feel how hot he is through the thin cotton of your shirt. “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

Fuck me, the words are on the tip of your tongue but you refuse to say them. You can only imagine the look of shock or horror on his face when you say the two words you so desperately want to, so caught up in your own thoughts that you don’t notice Wakasa wedging his leg between yours until he lifts it high enough for you to lightly grind against it. 

Your entire being feels like it’s on fire. 

“Cat got your tongue?” He whispers, teeth grazing against the shell of your ear as he tightens his grip and forces you lower, rubbing you against his leg with a wicked glint in his glowing eyes. “Because I think I know just how to help you.” 

Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as you rub against him, pleasure shooting up your spine and pooling in your belly. “Wakasa,” you whisper as his fingers press bruisingly into your skin. He leans forward and noses your neck. 

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” he hisses. He yanks you forward and forces you to press against the hard planes of his chest. “God, you’re such a fucking tease.” 

“W-what?” You’re dazed and much too drunk on his scent to even notice how eerily bright his eyes are. 

“Every night,” he grunts, nearly groaning when you shudder against him. “I fuck you six ways to hell and yet you don’t seek me out. Every night, I eat this pretty pussy out until you’re quaking and yet you can’t even look me in the eyes. Every fucking night I make sure the only name you wake up screaming is mine and not once did you come to my doorstep like I expected you to.” He sighs and dips his fingers beneath the band of your underwear. 

When did your shorts come off?

“I’ll have to punish you for making me wait so long.” 

Your resistance snaps and you leap forward to crash your lips against his. It’s messy and borderline painful, with more teeth than tongue as your hands frantically roam down the front of his body. Wakasa grips the back of your head to hold you in place as he devours you, making you gasp and melt as his other hand roughly cups your breast. 

You’re falling backward onto your couch, the cushions shockingly cold against your naked thighs as Wakasa scoots you further up until he’s perfectly wedged between your thighs and your back is pressed against the armrest. You wheeze when he finally stops kissing you, sucking in a sharp breath as he begins licking and sucking along the column of your neck. Your voice is lost, your mind hazy as Wakasa forcefully tugs your head to the side, giving him more access to your skin. 

He nips sharply as he rolls his hips against yours, making you whine and scramble to ground yourself somehow. He gives you a moment to catch your breath when he pulls away and stares down at you through half-lidded eyes and red swollen lips. 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, hands steadily sliding down the valley between your breasts. “So fucked out and I haven’t even done anything yet.” 

He leans forward to kiss you again, this time slower. Goosebumps follow the light trail of his digits along your naked skin as the fabric of your shirt gathers higher and higher until Wakasa pulls away from you just enough to tug the material off. 

His lips enclose your nipple, fingers teasing the other as you whine. You don’t recognize the noises he’s able to pull from you, sounds no other lover has ever been able to produce but Wakasa’s an orchestrator, fine-tuning your moans with every twist of his wrist or roll of his hips. 

“So pretty,” he sighs while placing butterfly kisses down from your chest to your navel, dipping his tongue teasingly into your navel before pulling back to admire the damp spot on your underwear. You squirm beneath his heated gaze as he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your underwear once more and drags them down the length of your legs. You lift your hips up and allow him to pull the ruined panties off and toss them to the side. The air is cold against your wet folds but not for long as Wakasa kneels on the floor, gripping your hips and scooting you down until one foot’s on the cushion and the other planted on the floor. 

The smirk he gives you is nasty as he takes the leg propped on the couch and throws it over his shoulder. He turns his focus back to your glistening folds, blowing lightly on them before using his hands to part them delicately. 

“There she is,” he murmurs, before swiping the tip of his tongue against your clit. You jolt from the sensation and Wakasa chuckles. “Hm, you’re much more sensitive in the flesh, aren’t you?” He asks before licking a broad strip from your dripping hole back to your swollen nub. You’re surely going to get noise complaints from your other neighbors as you sob and quake against him, fist to your mouth to try and quell your whimpers but it’s useless. 

Wakasa eats you like a man starved. “Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him. “Taste better like this.” Your hands fly from your mouth to his hair, twisting the duo-colored strands in a tight grip as you grind against his face. 

“Waka, Waka, please—“ you whimper as his tongue dips into you before he latches onto your clit and sucks. He groans, the vibrations making you sob even harder. 

“C’mon baby,” he sneers, sliding a finger into your heat and groaning at the sensation. “God, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to ruin you.” 

One finger turns into two, then quickly to three as he scissors you open. He wiggles and rubs against your squelching walls, pressing into the spot that has you throwing your head back and keening. 

“W-wait!” You say, dizzy from the white-hot pleasure that’s quickly mounting, your orgasm building faster than even in your dreams. “I’m-I’m gonna—“ 

Your mouth drops open as a sob escapes you, Wakasa’s name a warbled mess as you chant it like a mantra, or maybe a prayer. He helps you ride your orgasm out, carefully helping you through the rolling waves of euphoria before you grunt and try to sit up. He pushes you down with a hand on your stomach as he rises to his feet and hovers above you once more. His mouth and chin are shiny from your release but the burning smolders of his amethyst eyes keep you frozen in place. 

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” The canines in Wakasa’s mouth look menacingly sharp, your heart thundering in your head as the passioned-filled fog slowly lifts. He doesn’t give you much time to think about anything else as he quickly discards his clothes and then wedges himself between your legs, spreading your lower lips open when he grinds his pulsing and heavy length along your drenched cunt. 

“You and I aren’t that different if you really think about it,” Wakasa says, holding the base of his erection as he slowly moves his hips back and forth. The delicious drag of his cock along your overstimulated clit has you crying out and gripping the couch cushions in a death grip. You’ve yet to recover but you can’t deny the warmth stirring in your lower belly. 

“Wait, Kasa, I think I need a minute–”

His hand shoots out and a sinister smile spreads across his lips as he shoves two fingers into your mouth. You gag as he grinds down harder against you. “Humans are just so easy to toy with but at the end of the day, I’m just as much of a slave to my baser needs as you are.” 

You cry out around his digits when his tip catches your entrance, dipping in before pulling out and rubbing the drooling tip slowly against your clit. “So let’s have fun, love.” 

You’re pretty sure everyone can hear you when Wakasa splits you open. It’s different from your dreams or fantasies— you just feel so full. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight–”

Your hands jump out and grip his damp shoulders and Wakasa moans when your nails dig into his pale skin, his own holding onto your waist and keeping you in place.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Fuck, keep going.” 

“Wakasa,” you say, each syllable punctuated by his poisoning body, the air forced out of you each time. “S-slow down—”

His mouth swallows your protests as his hands grip you so tightly that you feel like you’ll pop like a stress toy. He licks along your mouth, panting and groaning as his eyes zero in on your face. “Open,” he commands and your lips part, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes when he sneers down at you. “What an obedient little whore I have,” he growls before pursing his lips and spitting into your awaiting mouth. You swallow the thick glob, feel it sliding down your throat and stick your tongue out once more to show him that it’s gone. He moans. “Lucifer, you’re fucking perfect. This cunt belongs to me.” 

You whine, tightening around his cock whenever his teeth bite down on you, lost to the sensations of him using you like a fleshlight. 

“Almost there,” Wakasa sighs, thrusts increasing in tempo. “And you’re almost there too.”

He’s right; you’re on the verge of passing out at that point, pleasure coursing through your body as if every nerve ending was on fire. Your pussy flutters and clenches around Wakasa as he lifts one hand to grip your throat and the other between the juncture of your bodies to rub at the abused nub. “C’mon sweetheart,” he coos when your back arches and you sob. “Cum for me.” 

You convulse against him, second orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. You don’t realize you’re chanting his name until he’s quietly shushing you, whispering, “I know, baby. I know,” as he continues rubbing your clit in tight circles. “I’m almost there.”

You whine, overstimulation overwhelming you as Wakasa tightens his hand on your throat. “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you? Take what I give you like the perfect little slut I know you are.” 

And you squeeze him once more, just enough for his cock to twitch and for him to finally, finally fill you up. He doesn’t stop pounding into you as thick ropes of cum paint your insides, making the both of you moan. It squelches and spills from the sides of his cock, dribbling down your ass and onto your couch. 

Wakasa’s hips finally stop and he slumps over you, trying to catch his breath as you stare up at the ceiling. He turns and kisses the underside of your chin, making you shiver when he pulls away to look at you with shining lavender eyes. They look eerily bright. 

“I’m still not full,” he says while slowly pulling out of you, making you whimper as more of his cum dribbles out of you. “So you better not pass out on me now.”

Inui can’t argue with that– he did want to fuck you. But the sad reality was more than just that: the blonde had developed a full-on crush. From the day Wakasa had introduced you, to the day Inui witnessed you declare “I do,” his palms would sweat whenever you smiled at him. He forgets to breathe when you brush his bangs back, and Inui’s pretty sure he momentarily blacked out the first time you hugged him. The universe truly had a sick sense of humor for not only cursing him with butterflies every time his thoughts drifted to you but for putting you together with his former teenage crush and fantasy, Imaushi Wakasa. 

The irony was not lost on him. 

“What brings you in today, Wakasa-san?”

Wakasa hooks his chin over your shoulder, his arms trapping you against him. You look so perfect together it makes Inui nauseous. 

“I need a new bike chain,” the older man says, lightly swaying you from side to side. “Mind taking a look at it?” 

The blonde bobs his head as he walks closer to you, trying but failing to quell his hammering heartbeat with a few deep breaths. He realizes what a mistake that is when he inhales the scent of your perfume; it’s sweet, alluring, and has haunted many of his dreams. 

To Inui’s horror, you beckon him closer. “Inupi, there’s something on your cheek.” 

Inui tries his very best to keep his expression as neutral as possible under Wakasa’s hawk-like stare as you reach forward and rub your thumb along his skin. Every nerve ending is screaming and running but he waits patiently until you’re finished.

“T-thanks,” he stutters as he takes the keys. “I’ll get to work.” 

A part of him shrivels up and buries its way to the center of the earth as he passes by Draken, who has one hand clamped over his mouth as his shoulders vibrate in silent laughter. “Shut up,” Inui hisses while not so lightly stepping on his toe. 

“You’re so obvious,” Draken wheezes, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh fuck, I think I might’ve ruptured my spleen.” 

“I hope you did, asshat.” 

Inui’s thankful to be working from the opposite corner of the shop because that meant he could steal glances of you from afar. It’s much easier on his health and blood pressure to be a good six feet away from you, admiring the slope of your neck whenever you tilted your head back or the way your nose crinkled every time you laughed. Inui’s so enraptured by you that he doesn’t notice Draken coming up from behind him until it’s too late. 

“You know, you should flirt a little unless you want to keep looking like a lost puppy,” the dark-haired man suggests and Inui nearly drops the wrench on his foot. 

“What the fuck, I’m not going to flirt with a married woman.” 

Draken shrugs and cocks his head back to observe you. You’re huddled on the dingey leather couch, your right leg thrown over Wakasa’s lap as he lightly massages your calf. The older man whispers something in your ear and you swat his arm, a flustered glower marring your pretty features as Wakasa chuckles and squeezes your leg. A dopey little grin spreads across the normally stoic man’s face. 

It’s disgustingly cute. 

“Flirting’s harmless as long as it’s not taken too seriously,” Draken points out. “Wakasa-san flirts with you all the time.” 

At this point, Inui’s unsure what he’s more surprised about– the fact that his cheeks haven’t melted off or that he hasn’t threatened bodily harm to his business partner. 

“He does not,” Inui grits out as he resists the urge to throw his wrench at the smug expression on Draken’s face. “Don’t say shit like that.” 

Because thinking about Wakasa does awful things to the blonde’s health, like how he would brush his fingers along Inui’s lower back every time he walks by. Or how the sunlight would illuminate the older man’s sharp features whenever he lounges on the couch like a lazy cat. Or how Inui would fist his cock to the thought of Wakasa’s mouth, wondering how they would feel wrapped around his erection instead of that damned dango stick. 

Inui shakes his head in an attempt to clear his mind. “You’re crazy,” he murmurs to the bike chain. “Absolutely insane.” 

You approach him an hour later when Inui’s wiping his hands with a microfiber towel. His heart flips and dives towards his kidneys as you say, “Thank you for your assistance, Kasa’s bike needed some help.” 

“It’s no problem,” he says while scratching the back of his head. He keeps glancing over at the older man who’s chatting with Draken by the register. You hum and step closer to the blonde, pretty smile never leaving your glossed lips as you reach up to brush his hair to the side. He swallows thickly and tries not to flinch away. “Was there… anything else you needed?” 

Your expression morphs from sweet to something darker, and heat pools into Inui’s lower stomach. “Are you busy this Saturday?” you ask as you peak at him through your lashes. Your fingers are warm as you trace them from his ear down to the column of his neck, resting your palm against his shoulder while your smile never falters. Your thumb strokes the naked skin peeking out from his shirt collar as Inui’s pulse quickens. “I thought I’d make you dinner as a thank you. We could also watch a movie afterward if you’re up for it.” 

Your husband appears behind you at that moment and Inui’s eyes dart up to meet his. He’s thankful he’s still holding onto the towel as you drag your fingers down the side of his face, the material grounding the blonde before his soul leaves his body and floats away. “I” he chokes, crumpling the towel, “I, um I…” 

“Say you’re free, Inupi,” Wakasa says, the commanding tone he uses making Inui dizzy. He tries to think about unsexy things, like dirty socks and Draken’s bare ass. “Say you’ll come over Saturday night.” 

He nods his head yes without even realizing it and you pinch his cheek in excitement. “See you then, Inupi!” 

You’re both gone before he knows it, blinking slowly at the front door when Draken comes over to shake him out of his thoughts. 

“What did I tell you?” He says with a laugh and Inui walks over to the display case and proceeds to wipe down the spotless glass. 

“You didn’t tell me shit,” the blonde snaps. “And I mean, it’s just dinner and a movie. What do you think is gonna happen?” 

His silence and shit-eating grin doesn’t help Inui’s thundering heartbeat. “Draken, what do you think’s going to happen?”

The dark-haired man splays his hands across the counter and Inui shoots him a glare. “I heard them… talking,” he says slowly. “And it sounded like they were looking to… spice things up in the bedroom.” 

The blonde wrinkles his nose. “First of all, eavesdropping is bad. Second of all, what do you mean ‘spice things up the bedroom’?”

 Inui’s heard all of the stories… he wouldn’t call anything Wakasa did boring. 

Draken gives him a deadpan look. “They wanna fuck you, Inupi.” 

His hand nearly slides out from beneath him, and he almost slams his nose against the glass. “You’re losing it,” Inui mumbles. When did it get so hot in the store? 

“You need a vacation. Maybe the fumes are getting to your head.” 

His business partner smirks at his reddening cheeks. “Whatever you say.” 

Inui knows better than to listen to a damn word Draken says. But his nagging voice keeps echoing in the blonde’s head as he stands in front of his closet, fresh from a shower and dressed in only a towel. He picks up a shirt and then immediately discards it in favor of a different one before he decides to toss that one on his bed as well. 

He groans and runs a frustrated hand through his damp hair, cursing his business partner left and right for putting such thoughts in his head. There was no way, no way at all.

…right?

And he wonders if his jeans and leather jacket are too much when Wakasa greets him clad in a hoodie and sweatpants. He’s almost taken aback when he realizes Wakasa’s dual-colored hair is down, framing the sharp angles of his jaw with no dango stick in sight. They nod to each other when Inui steps in, the older man’s eyes shooting down to the bottle in Inui’s clammy hands. Your voice floats in from somewhere inside the apartment and Wakasa places his hand on Inui’s lower back to gently push him in. 

The open layout of the home gives the blonde a clear view of the blended living room and kitchen area and he pauses at the mouth of the hallway when he spots you. You’re stirring something on the stove, the aroma permeating his senses and making his stomach grumble. 

“Hi, Inupi! So glad you could make it,” you say as you wipe your hands on a dish towel and stroll over to him. Oh no, his breath hitches when he notices you’re wearing a frilly little apron, soft bare legs on display as he shakily hands you the wine. 

You take it and inspect the label, your mouth forming into an ‘O’ when you look back at him with sparkles in your eyes. “How’d you know I love this one?” You ask as you turn around to skip over to the kitchen. Inui almost chokes when he realizes you’re wearing the tiniest pair of shorts he’s ever seen and he misses the smirk that flashes across Wakasa’s face. 

“Kasa,” you say as you produce a wine opener from the drawer you were rummaging through. “Do you mind giving Inupi a tour?” 

The older man points at the couch and TV. “Living room.” 

He gestures down a hall. “Bedroom, bathroom.”

He points at where you are. “Kitchen, dining room.” 

You throw your husband an exasperated look. “That’s not a tour!” 

The older man chuckles as you lightly berate him. “We can give him a real tour later,” he says and Inui wonders why you look so flustered for a moment. 

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you say as you approach him with a half-filled wineglass. You take his other hand and tug him towards the dining table, your hips swaying in a way that makes Inui swallow thickly. 

Dirty socks, Draken’s bare ass.

“You can relax here while Kasa sets the table.” 

“I can–” you press a finger to his lips and shush him. 

“Relax,” you say with a wink, and his entire body tingles. “You’re our guest.” 

Inui jerkily nods his head as he sits down, deciding it best to obey you before he manages to embarrass himself further. He sheds his jacket and places it on the back of his chair, fingers fiddling with the stem of his glass as you flutter around the kitchen. It doesn’t take much longer before heaping plates of rice and curry are presented to him, the delectable aromas of spices and herbs making his mouth salivate. 

He murmurs his thanks and proceeds to dig in, nearly moaning when the hot food melts against his tastebuds. You lean forward with an eager grin. 

“It’s good, right? I got the recipe from a cookbook but I made some tweaks.”

“It’s delicious,” Inui says as he shovels another spoonful into his mouth. “Best curry I’ve ever had.” 

Your laughter’s sweet and boisterous. “At least someone knows how to appreciate my cooking,” you jab, sticking your tongue out at Wakasa who merely rolls his eyes despite how one side of his mouth quirks up. He reaches across the table and takes your hand, rubbing his thumb along your skin. 

“Yes love, thank you for the meal.” 

Dinner is an uneventful affair after that. The banter flows naturally, teasing remarks thrown around between all three of you, making Inui melt further into his seat. His wine glass is never empty, and by the end, he’s drowsy and satisfied. Wakasa ignores Inui’s offer to help clean up as he picks up the plates and heads over to the kitchen. You’re quick to distract the blonde as you lure him to the couch like a siren luring a sailor to water, singing promises of dessert and a movie but the heavy glint in your eyes makes Inui’s head spin. 

He almost forgot Draken’s suggestive words until he watches you pat the cushion beside you, your expression much too salacious for something so innocent. 

“Um,” the blonde shrinks into his seat as Wakasa appears with a slice of chocolate cake and three forks. “What movie did you want to watch?” 

“Hm,” you tap your chin while your husband settles down on your other side. He places a fresh bottle of wine on the coffee table and slings his arm across the back of the couch. You quickly shuffle through the options before settling on a somewhat promising thriller movie, placing the remote on the table and tilting your head until it lands snuggly on Inui’s shoulder. As you wrap your hands around his arm, his wide panicked eye dart over to Wakasa, ready for him to have some sort of visceral reaction to your blatant display of affection but the older man either isn’t paying attention or simply doesn’t care as he offers Inui a forkful of chocolate. 

Things become more and more apparent as the movie progresses. Your breasts squished up against his arm is already enough to distract the blonde from whatever gruesome picture is on screen but it’s the way Wakasa leans over to drape himself on top of you and how his large hand finds home on Inui’s thigh that makes the blonde nervously clutch his hands into tight fists. 

You lightly run the tips of your fingers along his bare forearm, goosebumps chasing after the light scrape of your nails while Inui has to fight the urge to shiver, the want to groan at how good your touch feels. Your eyes are glued to the TV but you can’t help the upward curl of your lips as you continue to stroke his arm. 

“Bet they’re about to do something really dumb,” Wakasa murmurs against your scalp. He slips his other hand beneath your shirt to caress your skin. You hum in agreement, continuing to dance your fingers along Inui’s arm– down to his wrist then his inner elbow before rolling up to his bicep. 

His Adam’s apple bobs and he shifts around in his seat. You tilt your head up towards him, blinking owlishly at his flushed cheeks. “Something the matter?” You ask, lightly scraping his chest and catching his nipple beneath your nails when he parts his lips and moans. 

Inui slams his hand over his mouth, mortified over the sound when you grab his wrist and pull at it. “Aw, that was so cute,” you simper as you untangle yourself from Wakasa and swing your leg around to straddle his lap. “Will you do it again for me?” 

His jaw jumps, hands fluttering around your hips as you settle against his thighs. “I—I—“ 

“She asked you a question,” Wakasa says in a low voice, making the blonde jump. “Don’t keep her waiting.” 

Inui’s eyes cut to the older man, who’s leaning lethargically against the cushions. Purple and blonde tendrils are swept over one side of his ethereal face, his lavender eyes sharp and sending shivers down Inui’s spine. The blonde turns to you, looking up at the honeyed smile on your face before hesitatingly nodding his head. 

“Yes,” he whispers, cheeks traffic light red even in the dim living room. Inui must be dreaming, or maybe he’s had too much wine as you smooth your hands up his stomach and chest before placing them on the broad expanse of his shoulders. 

Inui’s almost certain that this must all be in his mind, maybe he slipped and fell in the shower when he was getting ready but when you swirl your hips and grind down on him, Inui thinks this just feels too real not to be reality. 

“Moan for me again, Seishu,” you purr before gyrating against him harder. He lets out a choked sob, throwing his head back until it hits the back of the sofa. You drag your hands down his chest once more, slipping them underneath his cotton shirt to feel his burning skin beneath your palms. You lean over and press a kiss to the apex of his shoulder and neck, fingers twisting and tweaking his hard nipples. “I bet I can make you feel really good,” you whisper, teeth grazing his skin. “Do you want that, baby?” 

When Inui doesn’t respond right away, lost to the feel of you moving against his growing bulge, he hisses when Wakasa takes a fistful of his hair and snaps his head towards him. “I told you,” the older man growls, “not to keep her waiting.” 

Inui whines and bucks his hips, gripping your flesh so tight you groan. “Yes,” Inui gasps, “yes please, fuck.” 

Wakasa slowly releases the blonde’s hair, lightly patting his cheek with a smirk. “Good boy,” he says, and Inui whimpers at the praise. You chuckle as Wakasa turns his half-lidded gaze to you. “Go ahead doll, show him what you can do.” 

That’s all the permission you need before you shimmy down Inui’s legs, pecking the same cheek Wakasa had just condescendingly patted before you slid down to your knees. He opens his legs to accommodate you, his baby blue eyes watching as you slowly unbutton his jeans and lean forward to take the zipper between your teeth and slowly pull it down. Your mouth widens into a wicked grin when you pull away. 

“No underwear?” You lick your lips as you eye the thick pearl of precum on the tip of his cock. “Were you hoping something like this would happen?” 

The blonde shakes his head, tendrils in disarray from Wakasa’s rough treatment. He opens his mouth to protest, but he whines instead as you wrap your hand around the base. Wakasa scoots closer and places his head on Inui’s shoulder, gaze glued to the way you experimentally stroke the blonde. 

“Is it exactly how you imagined it, love?” He asks, drawing lazy circles along Inui’s chest as you bite your lip. 

“Mm-hm,” you say as you marvel at the twitching cock on your hand. “And then some.” He’s as long as you daydreamed him to be but a bit thicker than you anticipated, fingertips barely touching as you squeeze him. Slightly curved to the left with two prominent veins running along the sides, the wetness between your thighs grows worse, your panties and shorts probably a ruined mess as you rock forward and kiss his drooling cockhead. 

Inui grips Wakasa’s shirt, his chest rapidly rising and falling as the both of them watch you pump him, twisting your wrist when you reach the tip and tongue flicking along the underneath of his mushroom tip. The older man leans and brushes the tip of his nose along the shell of Inui’s ear. He sneaks his hand beneath his shirt and playfully pulls at his nipple. 

“Do you wanna know a secret?” Wakasa whispers, his deep voice sending jolts of pleasure throughout Inui’s body. 

“W…what?” 

He smirks at you. “She doesn’t have a gag reflex.” 

The keen Inui lets out is high-pitched and shoots straight to your clit as you take him down to the hilt. Your nose nestles in the small patch of curls at the base of his cock, the hairs tickling your skin as he hits the back of your throat. The blonde bucks his hips up further and tears gather in your eyes but you stubbornly remain in place and swallow around him. 

Inui’s dreaming, he must be because there is no fucking way the object of his wet dreams is currently deepthroating him on a couch. But he’s brought back to the moment as Wakasa nips at his neck and pulls on his nipple once more.  “Oh, oh fuck.” 

His head lolls to the side and giving the older man more access to his unmarred skin.

You swallow a second time before pulling off him, just enough to breathe through your nose before bobbing your head back down. The pace you set is hard and fast, sloppy and loud as Inui writhes beneath you. Waka continues to fondle his chest and suckle at his skin, leaving dots of red and pink in the wake of his swollen lips. 

When Inui begins to shake, you slow down before pulling off of him completely. Wakasa clicks his tongue. “We have a rule in this household,” he says as he reaches down to grip Inui’s twitching erection, “You don’t cum until after she does.” The older man swipes his thumb along the wet tip of his cock, smiling when the younger man whimpers and squirms. Wakasa turns to you, eyes darkening. 

“Come here.” 

You lift up from the ground and crawl over Inui’s lap to reach him, mouth already slightly parted when Wakasa grips your chin and pulls you towards him. He can taste Inui on your tongue as he laps against it, groaning when you blindly reach forward to paw at his erection. When Wakasa pulls away from you, a sliver of saliva thins and breaks between your mouths, his tongue darting out to swipe along your lips until he turns back to Inui. 

“It’s only polite for you to return the favor,” he says to the blonde. “Do you want to taste her?” 

You clench your slick thighs when Inui’s eyes flicker to you and he eagerly nods. “Yeah,” he says in a breathless voice and Wakasa hums in approval. 

“Alright then, c’mere, doll. Your throne awaits,” he teases and you playfully roll your eyes. 

It takes Inui a second to move on wobbly knees, his hands reaching out to grab you when he begins to fall. You laugh quietly as he looks away abashed and you cup his cheek to turn him back towards you. 

“Cute,” you murmur and press your lips against his, smiling when he begins to move his mouth. You pull away before the kiss can deepen. “On your knees, Seishu.” 

The little pout on his mouth makes you want to coo and give in, to pepper his delicate features with kisses but you resist and settle against Wakasa’s chest. Your husband pecks your shoulder and then wraps his arms around you. “Are you having fun?” He asks as you reach around to lightly tug on a lock of golden hair. 

“Yeah,” you say and tilt your head towards him. “Are you?” 

“Plenty.” Wakasa rolls his hips until you feel the hard outline of his cock grinding against your ass. You huff but lean back as he continues to rub against you. 

“You haven’t done anything and you’re already this hard?” 

“What can I say? The show was hot.”

Inui lightly taps your knees to call your attention, cheeks flaring up as you both turn to him. “It’s rude to ignore your guest,” he murmurs while drawing patterns along your skin and you giggle at his sulky appearance. Wakasa merely clicks his tongue. 

“Sorry, baby,” you coo as your legs fall open, the teasing preview of what’s to come making the blonde’s pulsing cock jump. “Didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Inui swallows thickly as he shuffles closer to your center. He takes his time and mouths at your inner thighs, making you dig your fingers into your husband’s bicep as anticipation pools into your lower stomach.

“Take off her shorts,” Wakasa murmurs against your temple and Inui reaches up for your waistband. He hesitates, pretty blue eyes looking up at yours as you smile at him encouragingly and nod.

 It’s slow, nearly tortuous as he slips your shorts and underwear down, hot embarrassment shooting up your spine when your sticky arousal is revealed. 

Inui’s mouth waters at the damp spot on your underwear while Wakasa chuckles and you have to pinch his thigh in retaliation. The blonde quickly discards your clothes and scoots a little closer between your legs. The older man hooks your legs over him, reaching down to spread you nice and wide for the younger man. 

“Eat up.”

Inui nearly chokes at the sight, mouth slightly parted and panting as he leans towards your sticky folds. He’s fantasized about this moment for years, fisted his cock to thoughts of how your pussy would taste and feel. And here you were, being served to Inui on your husband’s lap, watching Inui with dilated eyes as Wakasa’s chin rests on your shoulder.  “Pretty, ain’t she?” Wakasa says as your cheeks burn at the way you are put on display but it’s Inui’s reaction that makes your cunt drool even more. 

“Yes,” Inui sighs, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips when you whine and turn away from him. Your clit twitches and jumps, begging for attention and Inui is eager to please. 

“Taste her.” Wakasa’s voice is dark and thick with lust. “Make her feel good, Seishu.” 

Inui doesn’t have to be told twice. He dives in clumsily, so eager to please that his nose bumps against your nub in his haste to bury his tongue inside your dripping hole. You keen, back arching against Wakasa’s chest as Inui moans into you. 

“Better than your fantasies?” 

Words evade him as he noisily slurps at your essence. Yes, this truly was better than his fantasies but Inui can’t do anything other than frantically delve his wet muscle deeper into you, nearly whimpering at every pretty sound he pulls from you. Wakasa’s hands reach under your shirt to palm at your breasts, shoving your bra down enough for his nimble fingers to pinch at your nipples. 

“How is he, pretty girl?” Waka murmurs as he slowly grinds against your ass. “Tell me exactly how good he’s making you feel.” 

“I-I-” you sob as you throw your head back, hips gyrating on Inui’s tongue. “Oh fuck, s’good Kasa, so good!”

This only spurs the younger man on, thumbs holding you open as he continues to devour you. He slides his finger inside of you, moaning as he swirls the wet muscle around your clit and humps the air when you gasp. “Oh god, if you keep doing that m’gonna–” 

“Stop.”

“W-what?” 

Inui grunts when Wakasa grips a fistful of his hair and rips Inui off of you. You cry out and lift your hips, slapping your husband’s thigh in frustration. 

“Why’d you, why’d you make him stop!” 

Wakasa bites your shoulder. “Sorry, doll.” He laps at the imprint of his teeth on your skin. “Let’s move this to the bedroom.” You’re pouting but you nod anyway, squealing when he spins you around and picks you up. 

Inui watches, in awe of the raw strength Wakasa displays as the older man walks down the hall with you koala’ed around his waist, glancing over his shoulder before asking him, “are you coming or not?” You’re giggling over something Wakasa whispers in your ear as Inui follows after you, his heart stuttering when you peek at the blonde from over your husband’s shoulder and grin slyly at him.

Wakasa places you on the bed before he reaches down to strip you out of your shirt. You reach behind yourself and quickly unhook your bra, throwing the material across the room before leaning back against your hands and spreading your legs. He’s so busy staring at you that the blonde doesn’t notice Wakasa coming up behind him, pinching Inui’s bare ass cheek and making him squeal.

“Take off your shirt and get on the bed,” Wakasa instructs him as he strolls over to the plush chair in the corner of the room. Inui hesitates after pulling his shirt off and the older man raises a brow. 

“I, um,” Inui stammers, cheeks aflame and fidgeting with the clothing in his hands. “Are you not joining?” 

“I will later,” Wakasa says with a small wave of his hand but Inui only bites his bottom lip. 

“What’s up, sweetheart?” you coo as you get up on your knees and open your arms. Inui’s heart melts a little as he crawls over to you. You pet his wayward tendrils and kiss his temple as he buries his face into the valley of your breasts. 

“I…” the blonde swallows and keeps his flushed cheeks hidden when he murmurs, “I was hoping to suck Wakasa-san off.” 

There's a moment of silence before your shoulders shake in quiet laughter. Wakasa drops his chin to his chest as he groans low and long. 

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he growls and the hungry look in his lilac eyes makes Inui whimper into your skin. “We have plenty of time for that later.” He slumps back in his seat, hand palming his erection. “Go on baby, touch her.” 

You kiss the top of Inui’s head before tilting his chin up, cornflower eyes peering up at you in reverence. He moves up to slot his mouth over yours, moaning and shuddering when the underside of his cock slides between your stomachs. You arch your back until your breasts are pressed tightly against his chest, nails slowly dragging down his back in light marks as you slowly fall back onto the mattress, bringing Inui down with you. He hovers above you with your feet hooked loosely around the back of his thighs and you sink your teeth into the soft plush of his bottom lip, suckling on it as Inui pants. 

“Do you want to fuck me?” you whisper, running your fingers through his damp bangs to push them back. 

“Yes,” he gasps, latching onto your collarbone and then your nipple. You sigh and roll your head to the side to admire your husband. He looks so lovely, half-lidded gaze partially covered by his long tendrils and mouth slightly parted as he fists his pretty cock.

“Enjoying this show as well?” you simper, labored breath disrupting your question as Inui continues to suck hickeys into the column of your neck. Wakasa’s eyes rip from the blonde to meet yours, the wicked glint in those lavender orbs making you clench. “Very much so,” he says, swiping his thumb against the bead of precum drooling from the angry red tip of his cock. Inui moans and humps against you, his cockhead catching your entrance before slipping. 

“Please,” the younger man pants, spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth and leaking onto your skin as he grips your waist. “Please, please, please, can I put it in, I’ll be so good, so good to you, please, please please…” 

You quietly hush him and coax him to kiss you. You reach down to lightly stroke him, lining him up to your hole before turning to Wakasa who nods his head and squeezes the base of his cock. 

“Go on, baby,” you encourage him, and Inui’s sobbing into your neck as he thrusts forward. Your pussy clamps and flutters at the sudden intrusion, trying to push him back out or suck him in as you throw your head back and groan. It’s a foreign feeling, having Inui’s cock rub along your walls when the one your cunt’s shaped for is Wakasa’s. The blonde is longer with girth to match, and the stretch burns deliciously when he pulls out and drills back in, nearly kissing your cervix with each snap. 

Wakasa’s moans mix with yours. “How does his cock feel, doll?” he asks his strokes slower than the erratic hammering of Inui’s hips. “Tell me.”

“S-s’good,” you pant as you claw the sheets to try and ground yourself. “S’big.” You reach out blindly towards him and Wakasa chuckles at your silent plea for him to come closer. He moves from the chair to sit on the edge of the mattress, grabbing your wrist and placing your digits in his mouth to swirl his tongue around them. He pops them out and moves your hand to your puffy clit. 

“Touch yourself for me.”

Your cunt tightens around Inui as you obediently rub tight circles around the nub, the blonde choking back a sob as his hips stutter. His dick feels like it’s going to melt, the pressure in his lower stomach building and his heavy balls slapping against your ass. 

Wakasa shifts around until he’s kneeling by your face, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips until you open up. He brushes your hair back and grips the back of your head, forcing more and more of his erection into your mouth until he’s thrusting into you. You whine, closing your eyes and flattening your tongue to allow him to do as he pleases while Inui watches in fascination. 

He leans forward as though entranced and licks his lips. Wakasa grunts as he hits the back of your throat.

“Did you want a taste, pretty boy?” 

Inui’s head bobs up and down, his grip on your waist tightening as he sticks his tongue out. The older man bites back a groan as he slides his length out of your mouth and Inui eagerly laps at his length. He fucks the space between your mouths as you move to suck on his balls or swipe the tip of your tongue at the underside of his mushroom tip in a dizzying mess of precum and spit. 

When he pulls away, Wakasa forces you into a fierce kiss, all clashing teeth and tongue as you claw at his chest. He withdraws only to grip the back of Inui’s head and pull the panting blonde towards him, devouring his mouth with the same ferocity he did yours. Your pussy clenches once more around Inui’s cock who moans into Wakasa’s mouth as you watch your husband dominate the younger man.

“Kasa..” you reach out to him again, hazy eyes love drunk as you stare at his ethereal face. “Baby, c’mere.” 

He hushes you, leaning forward to nip at the underside of your breast and pinch your nipple. “Patience.” 

You whine when he walks away, pulling Inui into a needy kiss as you press your heels into the dimples of his back. 

“A-are you gonna cum?” he asks, gritting his teeth hard as his hips begin to sputter. 

“Just a little longer,” you gasp, crying out when Inui sneaks a hand between your jostling bodies. “J-just a little more, Seishu.” 

“I-” he sobs and shudders as Wakasa presses his palm into his back and flattens the younger man against you. The older man hovers above you, his indifferent expression contrasting his flushed cheeks as he pushes Inui. 

“Don’t you dare cum,” the older man snaps, and Inui cries out then writhes on top of you. “Not until she does.”

You realize belatedly that Wakasa must be prepping Inui, the blonde twitching and humping against you desperately as your husband watches through half-lidded eyes.

“But I can’t,” Inui warbles, tears springing in the corner of his eyes. “Can't, can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” you soothe, running your fingers along his spine and kissing his temple. “You’re our sweet boy, aren’t you Seishu? You’ll do what Kasa says.” 

But Wakasa is relentless as he spreads him open, rubbing his digits against Inui’s prostate to make the younger man keen. Inui feels like he’s going to die, pleasure consuming him from all sides as he claws at the sheets and drools on your chest. 

“Alright,” Wakasa sighs as he withdraws his hand and reaches for the square foil on the bed. “I think you’re ready for me.”

You hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper and watch as he rolls it on before positioning himself at Inui’s blushing hole. “Don’t move,” he says as his cockhead breaches the tight ring of muscles. Inui’s cries are muffled as he mouths your nipple. You pepper kisses along his forehead as Wakasa enters him slowly, gripping the blonde’s hips so tightly, that Inui knows there’ll be bruises in the morning. He feels overwhelmed, your pussy fluttering around him as Wakasa’s cock splits him open. When Wakasa finally bottoms out, he presses soft kisses along Inui’s shoulders and reaches up to lace his fingers with yours. 

“I’m going to move now,” he says after giving the younger man a moment to adjust. He withdraws his hips to sink back in and all three of you groan. The older man sets a slow pace, the tempo increasing until he’s ramming into Inui’s ass hard enough to make the blonde buck roughly into you. 

“K-kasa, slow down,” you pant but he merely smirks and ruts harder. You can do nothing but lay there and take it as Inui whimpers, a slave to the pleasure washing over him. 

“Wakasa-san, Wakasa-san,” he chants, and your husband coos. 

“What’s wrong Inui? Too much for you to handle?” Wakasa asks with a mean roll of his hips that has both of you sobbing his name. Inui’s teeth scrape along your shoulder but his hips move to meet Wakasa’s thrusts. 

“Touch her clit,” the older man pants, clapping his hand on the plump swell of Inui’s butt. The blonde cries out as he reaches between your bodies. You tighten your hold on Wakasa’s hand as your eyes roll up to the ceiling.

“O-oh god,” you moan, toes curling as you reach your peak. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna–” 

Inui sobs against you as your cunt flutters around him. He’s biting his lip so hard, that he’s surprised he hasn’t drawn blood as he babbles against your damp skin. 

“Did he cum?” Wakasa asks you as you dazedly shake your head, twitching as the edge of overstimulation makes you whine. The older man kisses Inui’s shoulder. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Wakasa praises, making the blonde whimper. “Now cum for us.” The wire finally snaps, and spurts of hot cum fill you up as Inui shamelessly humps against you. Wakasa moans low as he spills his seed into the condom, snapping his hips a few more times before catching himself on his elbow so he wouldn’t squish the both of you. You’re panting and coming down from the high as you tap Inui’s cheek to get his attention.

“Inupi? You alright?” you whisper, stroking your thumb along his skin as he blinks up at you. He nods, a dopey grin on his face as he nuzzles his face against your chest. 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Good.” 

You murmur praise against his skin, stroking his arm as Wakasa slowly stands up and pulls out of him. You look over at your husband when he calls your name and you smile at the silent question he’s asking. 

“Can you get us some water, please?” you ask and he nods, discarding the used condom on his way to the kitchen after taking your chin in his hand and giving you a languid kiss. 

When Inui tries to pull out of you, you tighten your thighs around his waist and shake your head. “Stay,” you tell him and Inui melts against you, unable to deny you anything at this point. Wakasa arrives shortly with two glasses of water and a towel thrown over his shoulder. The older man takes his time to clean the both of you, quirking a brow at the way you lock your feet around the blonde and you grin at him. 

He rolls his eyes and coaxes Inui to peek at him. 

“Are you alright?” Inui shyly nods his head and Wakasa presses a kiss to his temple, grabbing the blanket on the chair and throwing it over you two before sliding in behind the blonde. 

Inui closes his eyes and sighs as you quietly converse over his head, dozing off to the lull of your soothing voices.

… he would never, ever admit that Draken was right. 

(Even though he finds out when Inui has to call out of work the next day.)

You suppose it’s something about the way that he sounds when you have him at your mercy like this. Dominant hand firmly gripped around his cock and slowly stroking the full length of him — partially aided by the saliva you had only just before dripped from your lip to the tip of his length in preparation for such an endeavor — Juyeon sighs into your mouth at an incredibly particular flick of your wrist over his already sensitive, wet head as your teeth carry on with enticingly nipping at the bottom of his lip.

One hand coming up from it’s position on the mattress beneath the two of you, he brings it to the back of your head with fingers delicately wrapping into strands of your hair as he pulls your mouth harder and fuller against his own — as if  incapable of tasting you as much as he wishes to, and instead, fully intent on devouring you whole.

Tonight, Juyeon tastes like cherry. Artificial cherry, like the kind that comes in hard candy form but doesn’t really taste all that much like the fruit itself — regardless, the smooth glide of his tongue against your own has you nearly unaware of the haste in which you begin to have at him, in fact, the only thing alerting you as much being the mans urgency in the way that he pulls you deeper towards him.

Accompanying it, a breathy whimper, and shortly thereafter he breaks away from your lips only enough to whisper words against them.

“Love the way you taste,” he says, barely audible at all and with eyes so half-lidded you think him barely cognizant at all. “I really can’t get enough of you.”

Your lips pull upwards into a knowing grin, all too pleased with your work unraveling him thus far. “Is that so? Any other plans for this evening, then, or are you happy to carry on like this?”

Pumping him longer and faster just as the words finish escaping you, Juyeon’s head tilts backwards and eyes rolling as the feeling of your hand along his cock fully envelops him. You’re playing with him a little bit, sure, but you know him well enough to enjoy these sorts of games, anyway.

“You want to cum?”

Inhaling with a hiss at the mere mention of the possibility of release, Juyeon can’t even gather himself enough to look back at you before answering the question.

“God, yes. Please.”

Picking up the speed of your slickened fist and maintaining awareness of his tip with every coy twist of your palm against it, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes take in the sight of him fully at the mercy of you like this.

“What do I get out of it,” you question further. “If I finish you off right now, how will that serve me?”

Tone of your voice playful but pointed — you listen again for the man in your hand to indicate his teetering on the edge, and with little more pressing on the matter, he finds it within himself to bring his attention back to you with an all too labored push of his head upright again.

“Let me cum on those pretty fingers so I can watch you lick it off, then I’ll fuck you full of another load, just for good measure. How’s that serve you?”

Narrow, testing eyes gazing down at your own as if knowing himself to have won the match in question, you suppose you’re a little disappointed in your easy defeat, but then again...who really loses, here?