#johnny mark

The pavement is hot under your feet, even in the shaded parts, and you walk over to the outdoor dining table to set your tray down before announcing, “I have a margarita for you, Mark!”

He turns to look at you, opening his mouth to give you one of the many excuses he uses on the daily basis to get out of small acts of kindness like this.

But you beat him to it, assuring the diligent worker “Yours is virgin,” with a cheeky grin, grabbing at the glass sporting a red umbrella between two with blue. “See? Marked it and everything.”

Even from a few feet away, you can see the worker’s forearm veins pop when he takes two dusty work gloves off, sending dust particles dancing in sun-rays-

“You really don’t have to make me one of these every day,” Mark says, joining you in the shade.

“I make one for Johnny every day, so making one for you takes no extra time at all,” you remind the pretty boy for the hundredth time since he started working for your husband a year and a half ago. 

Mark accepts the cup and sighs, “Speaking of him,” the pool boy takes a sip of his drink, lifting his other hand to shield his eyes from the sun while he looks in the direction of your husband’s home office, “i know it’s not my place to ask, but- don’t you ever feel weird about the fact that you can’t uh-”

“Can’t see inside?” you suggest, knowing this is a problem many people have with Johnny’s eccentric office add on.

“Yeah.” 

Most people inquire about Johnny’s ‘Box Office’ when they first arrive-

Mark’s own cousin, Jeno, had been particularly interested in your husband’s office last summer, but Johnny hadn’t even shown the man inside - opting instead to have fun by the pool to not mix up work and play… at least, not his work-

Besides, Mark has been around so long you’ve almost forgotten that he’s never actually asked you about the elephant in the room/yard. 

So you tell him: “My Husband’s office was created with elements from some of the most iconic houses of mid century modern architecture, revitalized with ultra modern touches to make it a true one of a kind.” 

Mark doesn’t say anything else, your answer proving sufficient enough, and you’re reminded that this is why Johnny loves the young Canadian so much: because unlike practically everyone else, he doesn’t ask questions.

“Johnny also just likes it that way,” you continue, thinking about the numerous occasions you’ve cum on your husbands cock, face pressed to glass, while Mark Lee cleans your pool a few meters away- “but trust me; Johnny’s not watching you all day. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No it’s not that,” he’s quick to assure you; “and I know it’s not me he’d be watching-” 

By the way his ears flare red, you know the last part of his statement had just sort of slipped out. And you watch fondly while your pool boy attempts to cool himself down; tilting his cup, pouring the remaining ice slush past his lips.

While Mark doesn’t ask questions, he’s not blind, and that’s part of the fun. Johnny teases in such a way that: people feel uncomfortable, but have no damning evidence.

There’s no way for Mark to know if Johnny ever watches - no way to know what view Johnny has while he works - and yet, Mark feels, as you feel now, the watchful eyes; despite any proof.

Swallowing thickly and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, Mark offers you a small shy smile, and says, “Thanks for the drink.” Then the man - who Johnny had once called ‘pretty enough to entice, but too awkward to ever be a threat’ -  places his emptied glass onto the table next to your hip. “I should really be going, but thanks again-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Mark,” you interrupt his usual goodbye fumblings, knowing it’s already 5:05 and you’re both probably on a schedule.

You leave the Canadian to find his own way off your property, retrieving the drinks to continue with your task: greeting your husband with refreshments after a long day’s work.

You scamper across the lush lawn to avoid the hot pavement, enjoying tall grass as it pushes between your toes.

When you reach your husband’s you find confirmation that - as always - your lover has been watching your every move: the door to The Box Office is slightly ajar, which your husband always does for you on days when you have your hands full. Now, you’re able to push the door open and closed with a foot, skipping the hassle of trying to juggle drinks while reaching for the lock.

A moment later, you’re sealing yourself into the air conditioned office space with your husband, Johnny, whom you’d originally met on a sugar daddy dating site. 

The architect and property developer stands from his desk to greet you with a wonderfully genuine smile and eyes full of adoration. “You look pretty,” he tells you, watching you set the drinks down on his desk with a ‘thank you’ before coming to join him for a proper hello. 

Even though you’ve been married a little over two years, even the briefest of partings from each other, he insists on a kiss once reconnected, and today is no different.

His hands settle on your hips, smoothing over the fabric of the long and flowy evening summer dress you’re wearing, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, shifting onto your tiptoes so your obnoxiously tall husband doesn’t have to bend down so far, and the kiss becomes more heated- only for Johnny to break away, looking down at you with lust filled eyes. 

After you’d dropped off his lunch at 1, you’d gone to lounge by the pool while Mark cleaned it. Johnny had watched you on and off during a work call, when you’d taken off your dress to reveal an unfamiliar one piece bellow before diving into the pool, your poor sugar daddy had lost all ability to function or think for longer than he’d ever admit to anyone… least of all the young engineer raving about a cantilever pool on the other end of the line. 

“What did Mark think of your dress, hmm?” He tugs at the fabric belt around your waist, and it unwinds easily, falling to the floor, allowing the front of your dress to open which reveals the asymmetrical one piece underneath.

Then he discards the piece of clothing completely, fingers immediately going to tug at the suit- tracing the cut out on your hip. “What did Mark think of this?” 

“Does it matter what Mark thought?” you counter, reaching for the front of your lover’s crisp white dress shirt.

First, Johnny chuckles in response. Then, he digs his fingers into your hips, dragging you to his chest, dwarfing your smaller body-

“How much are you going to hate it when I tear it to pieces to get at you?” he asks, leaning in and pressing a kiss just below your ear before tugging at your ear lobe, breath hot and sending goosebumps skittering across your skin when he practically purrs, “Daddy’s been wondering all day.”

Your husband has a thing for intricate clothing- clothing that requires work to take off. Even after a long day drafting designs, Johnny enjoys long processes of unlacing a ridiculously exuberant corset to gain access to you-

However, It’s not the evening, which is usually when he wants to take his time untying you from lingerie only to tie you up with rope, all while keeping a vibrator wedged deep inside of you until you’re begging for release-

Right now, you’re his pretty little after work prize- and snack! All wrapped up in one!

And your husband is hungry.

2: Tuesday 

When Mark had moved to the west coast, and decided to set up a little company doing garden maintenance and pool cleaning - for a reason none of his Korean cousins could understand - a family friend had hired him. It wasn’t long before Mark was messaging the Lee group chat about the new experience, and while text had started with more innocent back and forths like:

Mark: No fucking way guys-

Mark: so the guy my parents know, Mister Suh- I’m pretty sure his wife used to be his sugar baby

Haechan: shut up

Jeno: pics

And:

Mark: they’re actually really nice though

Haechan: yeah but how old is he

Mark: i don’t know- like, 35?

Haechan: but this is coming from the guy that thought Morgan Freeman was ‘like 50’

Jeno: so what does that mean

Haechan: it means this dude must be fucking  A N C I E N T

Jeno: but you said the sugar baby is hot

Mark: guys

Mark: i’m not saying that Johnny is hot

Mark: but he’s NOT super old

Mark: and he’s NOT ugly

Haechan: sounds like you’re saying that Johnny’s hot, Mark Lee

Then the texts had suddenly stopped, with Mark not wanting to say much about the couple he worked for. When Haechan had pushed him, the Californian resident had claimed ‘Mr. Suh has gotten me a bunch of clients in the neighbourhood and I'm not going to talk badly about him behind his back’.” 

Haechan had been convinced this meant there was something to hide- 

After a few months with Mark giving very few details about his job, Jeno had actually managed to find time for a trip out to California, something he’d been intending on doing regardless. 

For a month, the Middle Lee Cousin cleaned pools for the Eldest’s small company, and for a full month, Jeno reported back to Haechan - who had been unable to come himself - recounting three anticlimactic run-ins with the man and ‘his hot sugar baby wife’- only for everything to happen on the final night of his trip.

“They told me not to tell Mark,” Jeno had stated after the fact - something Haechan had easily dismissed by reminding his cousin, ‘I'm not Mark’.

Jeno had proceeded to spill the entire story, in detail, about how, upon finding out he’d be heading back to Korea within 48 hours, you and Johnny had invited the Middle Lee for a ‘goodbye drink’.

The goodbye drink had turned into Johnny allowing Jeno to fuck you in the very pool that Mark would have to clean the next day- and regardless of how ‘very spur of the moment’ Jeno tried to insist the whole thing was, the quick witted Gemini he’d recounted the story to knew it was impossible for the sex to have been a ‘split second decision’. 

But now, it’s Haechan’s turn visiting Mark, and he’s interested in having a taste of what Jeno had received- but the maknae is not up for being puppeted by you or the ‘Mister Suh’ that Mark seems to have so much respect for- and it’s this need to assert himself that prompts Haechan to approach the property when his cousin is late to drive home after work for the second day in a row.

“Dude, you really shouldn’t,” says Jaemin, a long time friend and employee of Mark’s, who is resting patiently on the grass in the shade of the work truck. 

Haechan ignores the relaxed warning, heading through the front gate, past white walls and tropical foliage that hide the house from the road. 

Once inside the yard beyond, the youngest Lee has to take a moment to collect himself, practically tearing his jaw off the ground after staring at the house for a good two minutes. He’s not an expert in architecture, but he knows ‘expensive as fuck’ when he sees it.

Then he turns to look at the landscaping, which he’d heard Mark mention before, but seeing the well kept fruit trees and pretty florals- smelling the citrus in the warm air-

Water hits the naughtiest Lee, a jet spurt between his shoulder blades that has him whipping around in anger, expecting Mark as the culprit of this disturbance- only to find an older man leaning against the house, hose in hand.

It takes all of one second for Haechan to deduce that the tall male must be Mister Suh- and the way he says, “Oops?” - as if he’d sprayed Haechan on accident - makes the headstrong Lee’s fist clench at his side.

Now that he can get a good look at the man he’s heard so much about, Donghyuck decides he can’t be younger than 35- but he can’t be that much over fourty either-

And yet: he’s acting like a child.

Haechan can’t believe he’s just been sprayed with a hose by a sugar daddy who dommed one of his cousin’s last summer and spends all year practically domming the other- 

Water trickles down Haechan’s spine, and he twitches at the contrast of the cool wet patch on his shirt versus the hot skin of his shoulders, warmed from the sun. 

Mister Suh obviously sees the small, involuntary motion, because his smile widens, and he pushes off from the wall. “You must be one of Mark’s cousins.” 

“How could you tell?” Haechan asks, trying to keep his tone as respectful as possible even while narrowing his eyes. 

The man shrugs, “let’s call it a good guess, as I’m guessing you’re here looking for your ride? Mark was technically off work-” Johnny checks his watch, “ten minutes ago,” the older man drops his wrist and grins as he studies Haechan, cocking his head, “but I doubt he’s even knows how long he’s kept you waiting. Come on, I'll take you inside.”

The owner of the extravagant property sets the hose down finally, walking up a few front steps of his home while Haechan follows. “I’m Johnny, by the way,” he says, punching a four digit code into the keypad on the door , “but Mark usually makes his friends call me Mister Suh.”

“So which is it?” Haechan asks, “Johnny or Mister Suh.”

“Guess it depends what you’re doing, but for now it can be Johnny,” the older man responds, with a shrug.

Then he pushes open his front door, revealing an entryway as ‘expensive as fuck’ as outside had been, and he enters his home with the obvious expectation of being followed, no stopping for pleasantries or tours-

The Lee cousin closes the door behind them and rushes to follow Johnny - who is taller and has longer, faster strides- remarking, “I’m Donghyuck, but my friends call me Haechan.” 

A small chuckle; “And I'm assuming I'll be calling you Donghyuck, then.” 

“Hyuck is fine,” he says flatly, staring daggers into the back of Johnny’s head. 

When they reach the kitchen, the two new arrivals startle you and Mark, and the Canadian even nearly drops his drink while gaping in confusion at his cousin; “Haechan?”

While the two Lee’s begin to have a heated whispered back and forth, you open your arms for your husband, allowing him to grab you by the waist with his two large hands and pull you to his chest for a kiss that makes the arguing stop a few feet away.

“Look who I found in the garden,” Johnny tells you when he drags himself away from your lips, a glint in his eye before he turns your attention to the newest of Mark’s hot cousins that you’ve met. “You can call him Haechan.” 

Something about the name sparks obvious recognition on your face, and it makes the man in question tense up, heart practically lurching- “Has Mark mentioned me?”

“Jeno did,” you reply, and Haechan’s sure he’s broken into something like a cold sweat now. 

“He did, huh?”

“All good things,” you smile sweetly at him, “I promise.”

Haechan shifts on his toes, trying not to be too obvious about checking you out, but the dress you’re wearing is making him want to burry his face in your- 

“I’m sure these two have places to be,” Johnny’s voice pulls Haechan from his dreamings. “You and Mark held the two of us up for fifteen minutes sweetheart, and I’m not sure about him,” he nods towards Donghyuck, “but I know that i can’t let you get off the hook for this one.” 

The youngest Lee cousin is torn- because the implication of Johnny’s words- the idea of punishment, of him holding you accountable for fifteen minutes stolen with Mark- while simultaneously calling Donghyuck ‘Haechan’ instead of his real name-

The Korean hothead is angry and horny, and he’s not quite sure what to make of it today.

“Sorry about that-” Mark begins to apologize, ushering Haechan out of the kitchen the way he’d entered it, “we’ll get out of here, and i’ll see you tomorrow!”

“See you tomorrow!” Haechan echos, and a moment later his cousin is pushing him out the front door, closing it behind him. “What was that, Mark!?” he fixes his angry gaze on his cousin, demeanour completely changing now that they’re probably out of earshot. 

“You’re asking me!?” Mark whispers loudly, grabbing Haechan’s arm to pull him down the path leading to the gate. “What are you even doing here? I told you to wait by the car-”

“It’s hot as satanic balls outside Mark!” Haechan screams. “You were late! I came to get you!”

“I told you not to ever do that-”

“I told you not to go in,” Jaemin says to Haechan, voice cutting through the fighting as he stands up from where he’d been seated in the grass. “The rule is not to mess around with Mister Suh’s house.”

“Pff,” Haechan scoffs, “but why?”

Now that Jaemin had his attention, Haechan leaves Mark to head around to the driver’s side of the truck, and the two younger men play rock paper scissors for window seat while Jaemin says, “Mark won’t talk about it in detail-” he loses the game and Haechan grabs at the door- “but I bet it has something to do with that guy’s hot daughter.”

“His what?” Haechan pauses.

“His hot daughter,” Jaemin repeats. “I see her sometimes, but not often.”

Haechan blinks at Mark’s friend, and then opens the car and looks at his cousin. “You haven’t told Jaemin that Johnny is Y/N’s sugar daddy and not her actual dad?”

“What?!” Jaemin’s eyes bulge out of his head in surprise, shock, anger, anguish- a whole host of emotions that has him clammoring into the middle seat, eager for answers from a flustered Mark. “The dude you clean pools for has a fucking sugar baby?!” 

“And she’s his wife too,” Haechan says while getting into the car.

“What!?”

“Okay, hear me out,” Mark Lee turns the ignition, and air conditioning begins to blast the three men, but it does nothing to calm any of the heat. “They’re like- really weird.”

Now it’s Haechan’s turn to let out a, “What?!” although his is more of a scoff than his frenzied coworker’s screams of shock.

“Like-” Mark groans, “Jeno told you about the glass box thing in the back yard right? Johnny’s home office?”

Haechan nods, “The one you can’t look into, yeah.” 

“So you can’t tell this to anyone-” Mark warns them, “because Johnny knows my mom and i don’t want to get fired for this, but i’m pretty sure it’s at least like, sixty percent, used as a fuck room.”

“A fuck room?” Jaemin’s brows raise in surprise at the term, while Haechan says loudly, “sixty percent? It’s one hundred percent a sex room.”

“It is a real office too though!” Mark insists. “He works in there all day.”

“While you clean his pool and cut his grass just outside-” Haechan trails off, “Mark, you don’t think Johnny-”

Jaemin turns in his seat to gape at his long time friend and part time pool cleaning boss, “Wait- Mark- are you and Mister Suh-”

“What?!” Now it’s Mark’s turn to scream. “No! Of course not! It’s not like that! What? No!- Guys! Fuck-” He groans before taking a breath and blurting out “and, I’m pretty sure they fucked Jeno last summer-”

“Jeno like your stupid, beefcake, cousin Jeno?” Jaemin asks, having worked with the man in question for a week and a half before going on a long vacation.

“Yeah, right before he went back to Korea and you returned from Thailand,” Mark nods. 

“They totally fucked Jeno,” Haechan states.

Johnny may have made Jeno promise not to tell Mark about the threesome, but Donghyuck had made no such promise.

And besides- Johnny had pissed the youngest Lee off by calling him Haechan after he’d explicitly told him that: Only friends call him Haechan.

Donghyuck is going to make it clear that they aren’t friends.

3: Wednesday 

“Do you think-” your words are halted by a gasp that escapes you when Johnny thrusts particularly hard into your core. The standing position you’re in is unstable without anything in front of you - other than the windows that look out on your yard - and when the next sound of skin on skin sounds through The Box Office, you nearly topple over. 

One of your hands latches onto Johnny’s forearm behind you as you begin to fall- only to be caught and lifted by your hips, taken two feet forward and dropped. A warm body flattens against your back, and your front is pressed to cool glass. 

“Finish your sentence, angel,” - he adjusts your hips, pulling out of your core in favour of grabbing onto the jewelled end of the plug deep inside your ass - “and remember who you’re speaking to.”

He tugs gently at the toy, and you whimper a small “daddy-” before trying to regain your thought, which is extremely hard to do when he continues to move the metal object in small circles inside of you- “Do you think Mark seems off today?”

Johnny lets out a laugh, and he pulls the plug from your hole, a shiver of pleasure running from your toes to the tips of your fingers- and a moment later the head of his cock replaces the toy, his hands grabbing onto your hips to keep you steady.

“You think Mark is acting a little…” he trails off while sheathing himself into your ass inch by inch- until  he’s flush to your back again, “out of the ordinary today, Sweetheart?” 

The man behind you grabs your hands, holding them up and against the window while you both look forward at the man mowing your lawn a few meters away. 

The diligent worker shifts his eyes towards Johnny’s office for the fifth time since you arrived with your husband’s lunch and your insatiable lover had decided he’d needed dessert too-

Mark’s usually quite avoidant of the puzzling glass structure, so it’s definitely odd for him to actually be stopping what he’s doing to look over at it-

And on top of that- maybe you’re just too lost on your husband’s cock to think straight, but… you didn’t think the grass was that tall when you’d scampered across the lawn earlier- 

You know Johnny’s noted it too, as he notes everything that takes place on his property, but he doesn’t say anything else in response to your noting of Mark’s unusual behaviour.

“He definitely can’t see us, right daddy?” You let out a whine when a hand slips between your legs, skilled fingers - much larger than your own -  finding your clit and rubbing you just the way you like it-

“He can’t see us,” Johnny assures you, as he always does when he fucks you against his office window with people mere feet away, “but you’d probably love it if he could, wouldn’t you, my sinful little attention whore?”

You can only moan in response, resting your cheek against the cool glass while your husband practically splits you open on his cock, fingers never leaving the sensitive bundle of nerves-, your orgasm quickly approaching-

“That’s all it takes huh? The thought of Mark Lee seeing you like this is going to make you cum?” Johnny chuckles behind you.

You whimper in response, pushing yourself back to meet his thrusts, eager for release-

“Kind of pathetic, darling,” he fucks into you harder, slipping his fingers into your core- and the degradation sends you over the edge, pussy clamping down on his digits while he continues to snap his hips against your ass- “especially when you’re such a needy cockslut for his cousins-” 

“Cousins?” you repeat with a confused moan, eyes closed as your orgasm still ripples through you, whole body quivering-

“Don’t think I missed the way you stared at Haechan yesterday,” Johnny says, and his hand lands on your ass cheek a moment later, making you whine loudly. “First Jeno and now this,” he clicks his tongue, “are you that obsessed with the last name Lee, gorgeous?”

“No daddy,” you respond quickly, nearly crying from how good he feels buried inside of you-

“So if not the Lees,” Johnny growls deeply, biting at your ear, “who are you obsessed with, angel?”

“The Suhs!” you respond, riffing off of his use of familial names instead of a more typical response.

Your lover pulls out of you abruptly, making you face him before large hands cup under thighs, lifting you off the ground and bringing you back onto his cock. He slides into your soaked core, and your walls flutter to accommodate his length, a gasp tumbling out of you.

You dig your fingers into his shoulders, letting out a whine- he’s buried so incredibly deep like this- 

“Suhs plural?” your husband questions, hot mouth pressing kisses to your neck. “Is there another Suh for you to be obsessed with?”

“I-” You whimper at the way he’s driving up into you, having leveraged you against the window in a way that allows him to sink into you fully with each practiced thrust- 

You really can’t even think-

“Don’t worry, pretty girl,” Johnny chuckles darkly. “I’ll give you another Suh to be obsessed with. You just gotta keep squeezing me like that, and I’ll give you as many as you fucking want.” 

4: Thursday

Shoulder to shoulder with Jaemin, sitting on the grass in the shade of the truck, Haechan is so focused on glaring at the house in front of him, that he doesn’t even see its owner’s car coming up the street. 

Jaemin notices Johnny first, straightening and grabbing at Haechan’s forearm before rising to his feet as the ‘expensive as fuck’ Porche convertible pulls into the driveway.

The luxury car comes to a stop, and its driver looks toward the two men on his boulevard. “Mark must be late again,” he states, addressing Jaemin in an almost casual way. 

The youngest Lee’s jaw feathers with annoyance when he follows Jaemin’s example and stands, eyes quickly raking over the gorgeous vehicle while his friend says, “Yes Mister Suh, but we don’t mind waiting.” There’s a pinch to the maknae’s arm and then a, “do we, Haechan?”

Now Johnny’s brown eyes fix on Hyuck, and after a tense moment and the elder’s dark brow raised in expectation, Haechan is able to spit out a “No,” followed with an even more difficult: “We don’t mind.”

Because, as the most notoriously impatient member of his entire extended family line: Lee Donghyuck hates waiting.

And he hates keeping his mouth shut about his annoyance just as much.

But the earful that he’d received from Mark for the past two evenings about “invading privacy” and “being disrespectful to others” had been enough to get Haechan to get back in line.

The Maknae’s not looking to piss his cousin off too much- he just hadn’t expected Mark to have such a big reaction to some simple snooping-

Johnny’s focus has shifted back to the blonde at Hyuck’s side and he’s honestly kind of grateful for it. 

“You’re Jaemin, right?” 

“Yes, sir.”

“You cleaned the pool once with Jeno, that day that Mark was sick last summer.” 

Haechan had heard about this- Mark had literally been bed ridden, and he’d been forced to send both Jeno and Jaemin in his place. Jeno had said that even with two of them working, they didn’t get half the things on Mark’s solo to-do list done.

The next day, when Mark had arrived at Johnny’s house - still a little groggy, but determined to do his tasks - the home owner had insisted on increasing the Canadian’s salary, citing the fact that he did double the work of two of his workers in just as much time, and despite the younger man’s objections, within a week, direct deposits from one mister ‘J. Suh’ had been tripled.

“Erm,” Jaemin is obviously a little embarrassed at the memory, and Hyuck snickers - he would be too. “Yeah, that was me.”

Johnny looks Jaemin up and down, a power move that has both poolboys tensing- then the older man smiles. “I’m having a barbecue tomorrow night, you should come.”

“A barbecue?” Jaemin asks in shock. “Here?”

“Yeah. Hasn’t Mark told you that I host parties here every couple of weeks? He’s always invited, but never shows up.” The architect cocks his head.  “Maybe if Mark has a plus one, he’ll be more… inclined to socialize- and besides, tomorrow is a small casual thing, very low key.” 

Haechan can’t help himself or the suspicion in his tone when he questions, “Why do you care so much about Mark and if he’s ‘inclined to socialize’.”

Haechan also wonders if the older man uses big words in front of him on purpose, but the joke’s on Johnny, because, although the foreigners pronunciation of some words can be choppy, he still understands what’s been said. 

“He’s the son of a family friend, and respectful young workers can be hard to find at times.” The sugar daddy in the Porsche says dismissively, reaching for a clicker on his dash that causes the driveway gate to begin to raise. “Anyways, you to have fun enjoying my boulevard, and Haechan?”

He looks over to the younger male - who time and time again, he disrespects by not calling him Hyuck - and it’s evident Johnny expects a ‘Yes, sir?’ - for Haechan to echo Jaemin’s compliance - but the Lee keeps his mouth firmly shut.

After a moment, Johnny nods, continuing with his thought despite the lack of response, “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” His car heads up the driveway and he calls one last thing before he’s gone, “No pressure!”

Haechan lets out an angry groan, turning to kick at the truck tire-

“Hey!” Jaemin yells, grabbing at the younger male to pull him away from damaging their ride. “What the fuck, dude?!”

“That fucking asshole!” Haechan seethes.

“The dude that just invited you to the party, but also said you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, and that there’s no pressure?” Jaemin asks in disbelief. “That guy’s an asshole?” 

“You mean the guy that just invited you and Mark to a party while purposefully leaving me out and even telling me to my face that i shouldn’t come while pretending it’s because he doesn’t want to ‘pressure me’?!”

Jaemin watches the angry Lee make air quotes, and his eye brows raise.“Wow, you really are batshit crazy. Is everything a mindgame to you?”

“Yes.”

“Well,” Jaemin looks over Haechan’s shoulder, where their ‘boss’ has just exited the front gate, “don’t say anything about this to Mark. I’m not sitting through an entire ride home with you two arguing again.” 

“Fine. I won’t say anything to Mark,” Haechan states. “But tomorrow at that barbecue, I’m going to fuck Johnny’s hot wife.”

Mark is within ear shot now, and all Jaemin can do is gasp at the youngest Lee’s words before losing to him for the sixth consecutive day at rock paper scissors for the truck’s window seat.

5: Friday 

When Johnny opens the door to his home to greet the three youngest attendees of his get together, he’s dressed in shorts that are dark blue in colour, with a random blend of patternless hues; easily identifiable as swimtrunks. The casual look is completed with a simple white t shirt, whose short sleeves are pushed up to show off strong shoulders and muscular arms-

It’s a very different Johnny than the one any of the men are used to.

When the door is pushed wider to allow them entry, Jaemin latches onto Haechan and whispers, “it’s like seeing your teacher outside of school hours, and you find out she’s hot.”

The youngest Lee pushes Mark’s friend away, hating that he’s right. 

Now that Johnny’s out of his work clothes, he somehow looks bigger. The bulge of his biceps are hard to ignore, especially as he provides a short tour of his house, and Haechan notices - with absolute dismay - that even Johnny’s calves are big; obvious veins raised over muscle- 

The tour ends with you joining the flour men to look at the garage, where Johnny keeps five luxury cars, including the Porche Convertible he’d been in when he’d invited the group to the party. 

Looking at the architect surrounded by his spoils, a king of his castle, Haechan is stricken with jealousy so intense that he feels it in his throat.

Johnny’s home is slowly emptying of people, and those who are left, are watched carefully by the host, although most of them will never know it. The casually dressed man appears relaxed, manning the alcohol cart while chatting easily with the man next to him-

But Johnny only ever really gives people fifty percent of his attention, and Jungwoo only really needs fifty percent while he babbles on about counter weight this and eco friendly architecture that- 

No, the eagle eyed host listens while keeping watchful track of the three Pool Boys who, despite being substantially younger and in a completely different business than Johnny’s friends, have been settling in quite well.

Mark and Jaemin are on the pool deck with Jaehyun, an associate of Johnny’s who - like Jungwoo - is only a few years older than the new guests. The three men have been passing a joint around for the better part of ten minutes, and Johnny knows Mark hasn’t touched it even once- something that’s been amusing Johnny with each ‘no thank you’ the Canadian is forced to mutter when the joint inevitably makes it’s round- 

However, what’s going on inside the house is much more intriguing - or perhaps exciting - than Mark’s disdain for ‘the devils cabbage’.

Johnny’s been keeping an extra close eye on you, Taeil, and Haechan, who are sitting in the living room meters away.

Although Taeil’s back is to the host, judging by his reactions, which Johnny can see, Haechan must be the funniest man alive. 

The architect, who is usually quite good at reading people and anticipating interactions, is a little taken aback by how well Haechan is getting along with Taeil, who’s never laughed this hard while Johnny’s known him- and they’ve been friends ten years at least.

Not used to having competition as a mood maker, Johnny nudges Jungwoo with his shoulder, stopping the blonde mid pour of a third shot of vodka into his drink. 

“I have a proposition for you.”

 Excitement flares in the younger man’s eyes, and he sets down the shot glass to focus on the dark haired host, who’s gaze is still fixed on the back of Haechan’s head. “The usual? Or something new?”

“New.”

One word has Jungwoo practically buzzing, a large smile appearing on his face. “Details?” 

Johnny sighs, crossing his arms over his chest and straightening a little, squaring his shoulders. “That kid Haechan is getting on my nerves, and I want to teach him a lesson,” he says candidly.

Jungwoo follows his mentor’s gaze inside, and laughs, “That kid? The one who came with baby faced Mark Lee?”

“Yeah. His cousin.” Johnny straightens. “I’m going to make him break. But that’s not enough. I need to make him break in front of witnesses.” 

“You know I love being your witness, hyung,” Jungwoo coos hapily, lifting his drink to his lips to take a sip.

A laugh tumbles from Johnny-

As if he needs reminding how much Jungwoo shares his tastes for vouyerism and exhibitionsim. 

“I need someone closer to him though,” the architect says with a shake of his head. “Someone to ensure he can’t lie about any of this to his own circle of acquaintances-”

 “So that's why you invited that one.” A straw is pointed in the direction of Jaemin, who is now seated by the outdoor fire pit with Mark, gazing into the flames with the nearly spent blunt between two fingers. 

Johnny makes a sound of affirmation. “The only issue is: I’m not fond of tying up strangers and leaving them in a separate room to watch me, without anyone there to watch them- without insurance- ”

“Love it when you call me cute petnames,” Jungwoo teases, knowing exactly what his older friend is hinting at. “So you expect me to hang out with him in the Inner Tube and just watch you dominate Haechan and your wife in front of us?”

“No,” the host grins, “I expect you to hang out with Jaemin, and make sure he’s quiet and contained, while you watch me break Haechan’s spirit and then fuck my wife.”

The younger man twirls the straw in his cup. “What’s in it for me?”

“What’s always in it for you.” Johnny straightens, attention captured by Mark leaving Jaemin to head inside towards the bathroom. “You’ll cum one way or another and we both know it.”

“You want me to jerk off with another guy I don’t even know standing right next to me?” Jungwoo asks in shock, acting as if this is the most scandalice thing he’s ever heard- which Johnny knows it’s not. 

“As if it’s the first time,” the host scoffs before his tone switches back to business; “I’m going to go get Jaemin. The three of us will head to The Box Office and get you two in the Inner Tube, then I’ll come back out here and grab y/n and Haechan.”

The younger man swallows thickly.

“And they won’t know we’re watching?” His eyes are wide, pupils dilating with interest.

“No.”

“What about consent?”

“I have y/n’s, Jaemin will agree immediately when I go talk to him now, and trust me, Haechan won’t know it, but I’ll get a yes from him.” The confident architect stands straighter, looking at Jungwoo, who falters under the power of his mentor’s gaze. “Consent has never been something I’ve had a problem with.”

When Johnny reclaims his space at your side on the couch, receiving a ‘hello’ kiss, Haechan’s demenour noticibly shifts, and it makes your heart lurch.

Beside you, your husband is leaning back in the expensive brown leather sofa, and one of his large hands finds your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin. 

“Did I interrupt something?” he asks smoothly.

“No,” you assure him instinctivly. “We were just talking about the architecture in here.”

You love raving about your husband’s work to curious guests, repeating details - that he’d so patiently explained to you - with a precision he’s come to adore.

You’re his number one fangirl- and he’s your biggest supporter and life guide. 

“Just the architecture in here?” Johnny asks, looking up at the ceiling, with it’s exposed steel beams. “Or has he asked you about The Box Office yet?”

“Of course he’s asked me about The Box Office,” you smile, curling up against your husband’s side while you turn to look at Haechan, who stiffens under the pressure of a united gaze.

Then, after a moment, Johnny turns his head to the side, and he leans down slightly so his lips can brush your ear when he asks, “And what did you tell him, princess?”

“I told him that your office was created with elements from some of the most iconic houses of mid century modern architecture, revitalized with ultra modern touches to make it a true one of a kind,” you recite it like a company moto.

“That’s my girl,” Johnny grins, fingers finding your jaw and prompting you to turn and receive a chaste kiss before he looks at Haechan again. “Bet you’re just dying to see what’s inside of it too.”

“How exciting can it be?” the man sitting across from you says dismissively, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair, legs spreading to show off thick thighs, accentuated by black jeans- “It’s just an office.”

Johnny rolls his eyes. “Yeah and a pool is just a pool until you make it something else.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Haechan and your husband participate in something like a glaring contest for ten seconds before he says, “An architect joke,” - you know it’s not - “about breaking new ground with what each room or design feature can be. Come on,” he stands up abruptly, pulling you to your feet with him, “I’ll show you the Box Office, and you’ll see what I mean.”

“You’ll-” the younger man scampers to his feet, a look of disbelief on his face. “You’ll show me inside?”

“Like I said.” Johnny nods, large hand wrapping around yours before he heads off in the direction of your pool deck, Haechan following closely behind.

“It can’t be this easy-” the Lee cousin’s tone is a little distressed. “I know Jeno asked to see inside this thing last year and you said no.”

“You know a lot about what Jeno did here last summer, huh, Haechan?” It’s not really a question, and it’s definitely not any kind of satisfying answer for Haechan’s statement, so it’s no shock that the Lee doesn’t bother to respond either, simply setting his jaw while he continues to follow you.

“Don’t any of your other guests want to see this thing?” the man visiting from Seoul asks when you reach the notorious add on. 

“All my other guests have seen this thing,” Johnny chuckles, punching a code into the keypad next to the door. “You sound nervous Haechan,” his hand finds the handle- only to stop, waiting. 

“I’m fine,” the Lee snaps, eyes locked on the door that will open to what he’s only imagined in his wildest dreams-

“People call the office intimidating,” Johnny admits, finally stepping into the space beyond, allowing Haechan entry a moment later, “but it’s only intimidating if you’re on the outside looking in, and you don’t like being watched.”

“It’s just a box with reflective glass,” Haechan says, then, as if to further boost his resolve in not being nervous he states confidently; “and I’ve never had a problem with eyes on me- being watched is no bother.”

You exchange a glance with your husband and he gives you a knowing smirk that the younger man misses whilst distracted by the studio style space, and specifically, the reflective curved section in the center. 

“What’s this?” the inquisitive poolboy approaches the mirrored tube, inspecting himself.

“The Inner Tube,” Johnny responds, heading over to stand in front of his large work desk so he can lean against its sturdy frame while the younger man watches, hanging onto the words that come next. “It’s the same deal as the outer glass of the cube we’re in now; the tube is coated in reflective film. It’s the inner most private location on the property.”

“So that’s where you keep your sex toys.” 

Your husband lets out a loud laugh, and you join him at his side, also staring at Haechan in disbelief. “Sex toys?” 

“Uh huh.” 

“It’s a bathroom,” Johny assured him, and he’s not even lying. “What kind of people do you think we are, Lee Donghyuck?” 

The man you know as Haechan takes a second before responding, and you wait with your breath held, watching the powerplay unfold with interest. 

“I think you’re the kind of guy that likes watching others have a go at his wife,” he fixes his pretty eyes on your own, “and I think you know that sugar has an expiry date, so you enjoy honey when it’s allowed, knowing that soon you’ll be out of sugar and back to sticky sex that makes your eyes roll back-”

A loud scoff from your husband breaks the worked up man’s concentration, and he turns to address Johnny, voice laced with anger; “What’s so funny?”

Johnny’s hands find your hips and he pulls you so you’re standing in front of him, letting out another small laugh. “The fact that you could be wrong about everything.”

“I’m not wrong about everything-”

“First, your metaphor about sugar and expiry dates doesn’t apply, because even if I were to snort so much coke off of this woman’s perfect ass” -fingers dig into your hips - “that I fucking died tomorrow, she’s my wife, so the sugar will just keep cumming and cumming-” He chuckles again. “Kind of like her actually, and that brings me to the final thing that you got wrong: I don’t like ‘watching others have a go at my wife’, what I like-” Johnny shifts behind you, body dwarfing your own as hands land on your hips and pull your ass flush to the cute little swim-shorts you’d bought him in Miami the Christmas before last- “is making others watch me make a mess out of her, not knowing when - or if - I’ll be nice enough to allow them to fuck her, just so she’s stretched out enough to take me after… or did Jeno not tell you that he had to wait his turn like a good boy?”

You can see by the way Haechan’s lips part, eyes glazing over slightly, that he’d not been told everything about your run in with his cousin last summer. 

Your husband brings his lips down to your neck, pressing a soft kiss there before you feel him smile. “I wonder what else your toy didn’t mention,” he purrs in your ear. 

“So whats the angle with this then?” Haechan asks expectantly, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the Inner Tube, gaze darkened.

“Like I said,” - a large hand moves up to cup your breast and you lean your head back against your sugar daddy’s shoulder, a sigh of appreciation escaping you - “you get to watch, and if I think you’ve been good, you’ll be rewarded.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh yeah?” Johnny moves his other hand to bunch up the fabric of the little summer dress you’re wearing, gently dragging it up to expose some of your thighs- “So you’d rather leave.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Well you can’t have it both ways Hyuck, you gotta make a choice,” your husband tells him. “You either stay and watch until I say otherwise, or you leave now and miss out on all the fun.”

You watch the young man’s adam’s apple bob when he swallows, tugging his lower lip into his mouth while he looks at you, eyes dipping to focus in on inch after inch of your bare legs being revealed- only for Johnny to let your dress drop, hiding you once more.

“What’s it gonna be, Hyuck?” 

“I’ll stay.”

“And you’ll be good, like your cousin Jeno?”

You can see Haechan grit his teeth, a muscle in his jaw feathering before he says, “I’ll be better.”

Johnny barks out a laugh. “Sure you will.”

The younger man’s hand clenches at his side, but he doesn’t fire anything back at your husband, who rewards the show of compliance by grabbing at your dress again. “Arms up,” he instructs, and a moment later he’s removing the fabric from your form, exposing you to the cool room.

Johnny sits onto the desk behind you, hands grabbing your waist and easily lifting you to be settled on his lap. He adjusts you expertly, positioning you with your legs dangling on the outsides of either one of his own, which makes it all too easy for your husband to spread you open- and hungry eyes devour the sight from two meters away.

“How wet is she?” Johnny asks, lips finding your neck while one of his hands slips between your legs to test your panty covered core- which flutters with delight at the way he’s addressing the younger man instead of you. “She was nearly soaked through for Jeno. Your poor panties were ruined- weren’t they, sweetheart?” 

He noses at your ear and you immediately respond with, “Yes, daddy, I was so wet-”

“But Jeno cleaned them for you, didn’t he?”

“Yes daddy,” you nod, whimpering at the memory, core clenching around nothing as you picture how worked up Jeno had gotten when Johnny had asked you to shove your soaked underwear into the Lee’s mouth as a gag- he was being much too loud for sex outside and Johnny tries to be a good, courteous neighbour when he can… which is why, when skin on skin was also deemed too obscene sounding, he’d told you to get in the pool to dampen the noise.

It had been past 10:00 after all. 

“Hyuck say’s he’s going to be better for you than Jeno was,” Johnny reminds you with a laugh, pressing a kiss to your throat. “Do you believe him?” 

“I don’t know, daddy,” you stifle a moan when fingers rub your clit through silky underwear, thinking about the question. 

From your time spent with your older lover, you’ve learned a lot about your taste for exhibitionism, for being watched while you get your insides rearranged, and you’ve learned a lot about vouyerism too.

When you first started dating the Sugar Daddy, he’d taken you a bdsm club two or three times, enough for you to realize that while you love having adoration and attention, fuelled by exhibitionism, you’re definitely not as into waiting and watching like some people with more vouyeristic inclinations.

Your husband is very middle ground: he finds enjoyment in both watching and in being watched. 

In contrast, your interactions with Haechan make you think it’s unlikely he’ll be very good at watching… or at waiting.  But you’ve seen enough of his funny man persona to know he enjoys putting on a show, enjoys working for praise- and it would be a shame not to utilize his need to please - which, now that you’re thinking about it, seems to be a Lee family trait.

“Jeno was better at watching than being watched, and Haechan-” you whimper when you finally find your voice, and as your husband applies more pressure to your core- “Haechan said he likes being watched-”

Johnny chuckles lowly in your ear. “He did say that.” 

“Maybe… maybe today instead of letting him stretch me out for you, maybe-” You turn your head to look up at Johnny, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Maybe he could have my pussy and you could take my ass?”

The man behind you lets out a low groan, and a moment later his hand smacks down on your pussy, making you shudder, legs attempting to close only to be held open- teeth nip at your ear. “My needy little cock whore,” there’s affection in your husband’s voice, and he pushes your panties to the side, burying two fingers in your wet heat. “You can take anything I decide to give you, can’t you kiddo?” 

You hum in affirmation, nodding and letting out a “yes, daddy” as your husband pumps long digits into your core. 

“Should I make you cum like this first, pretty girl?” Johnny teases before moving his hand to rub at your clit with slick covered fingers. “Or are you that eager to unwrap your present and compare it to last Summer’s model?” - digits enter you again -  “Something tells me this year’s Lee might be a little-” he trails off while working your gspot with expert precision, and his breath fans over your neck when he says, “underwhelming for you.”

Your thighs quiver, pussy clamping down on Johnny’s fingers while he works you through your orgasm, free hand coming up to grab at your breast, kneading your flesh while you moan and see stars. 

When your husband had worked you through your high, he removes his fingers from you, lifting them to your lips. “Get cleaning,” he instructs, and you latch your mouth to him, grabbing at his wrist to hold him steady-

Suddenly, two hands are pushing your legs open wider, and you feel soft hair against your inner thighs. A hot mouth is pressed to your heat, lips wrap around your clit, and you jolt from the stimulation on your sensitive nub, a squeal leaving you involuntarily. Your hand diver to burry your fingers in the younger man’s light chocolate coloured curls-

While your body thrums with pleasure, it also tingles with the realization that - although Johnny had offered you his hand while speaking- when your husband had said ‘Get cleaning’ he hadn’t actually been talking to you.

The younger man’s wet muscle prods at your entrance, pushing in and lapping at your walls, nose bumping into your sensitive bundle of nerves- and when Johnny undoes your bra, tearing it off of you before latching two warm, work hardened hands, to your tits, fingers pinching at your nipples- you explode on Haechan’s tongue. 

Your sounds of pleasure echo through the small, enclosed space, and when you try to close your legs around Haechan’s head, pussy throbbing with sensitivity, your husband’s the one who keeps your thighs spread, and his mouth finds your ear.

“Take what we’re giving you,” he instructs. “You’re the one that asked for it.”

A moan leaves your throat, and you lean back against your lover, biting into your lower lip while grinding against Haechan’s face-

“Add a finger, see how tight she is.”

The younger man follows through immediately, and you’re sticken - as always when someone other than your husband touches you- with how much different his hand’s feel from Johnny’s. 

“Add another.”

“Fuck,” Haechan pulls his lips away from your core to do as he’s told, then he looks up at you. “You talk big game about stretching her out, Mister Suh, but it feels like she hasn’t been fucked in ages-”

The man behind you chuckles, and it vibrates through your smaller body, which is still in Johnny’s lap. “Wanna tell him the last time you got fucked, pretty girl?” your husband prompts, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before leaning back against his desk, both hands supporting his weight and leaving your body missing him-

You swallow thickly before responding with, “at lunch-”

“Come on baby,” a quick smack to inner thigh from your husband, “give Hyuck details.” 

“I-” you groan when lips return to your clit. “I brought you lunch and then I rode you in your chair while Mark was on his lunch break a few feet away-”

“Fuck,” the man between your legs groans, turning to bite at your inner thigh while his fingers continue inside of you. “You just got so fucking tight- Do you have a crush on Mark or something?”

Your husband’s fingers find your clit. “Of course she does,” he says smoothly. “Mark’s her little whipping boy, always ready to come running if she need help changing a lightbulb-”

“Changing a lightbulb?” Haechan laughs and your husband returns it with one of his own.

“She likes to pretend she’s completely useless sometimes,” he sits up fully against your back again, hand wrapping around your throat while the other continues to work your clit. “But it’s okay, because Mark is so busy overthinking everything that he can’t see what’s right in front of him, isn’t that right, my needy little baby?” 

“Yes, daddy,” you moan as Haechan’s fingers move faster, curling up-

“I think you’re ready for Hyuck here,” a quick slap to your pussy has you gasping, legs threatening to close only to be held open by hands belonging to two different men. “But what about that tight ass of yours? Should we let him see?”

You nod, a “Yes please, daddy,” tumbling past your lips while you feel yet another high coming on. 

“Go on Hyuck, but start with one.” Johnny instructs, shifting the way you’re sitting on his lap to open you up even more for the man kneeling on the floor in front of Johnny’s desk. 

When you look down at Haechan, his pupils are blown, and his lips are a wet, puffy mess, parted and pretty while he meets your gaze. 

He breaks your eye contact a moment later when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, slick covered pointer moving to circle your other hole. 

“When was the last time you fucked her ass?” the foreigner asks, accent on display with raspy words which - when combined with the tip of his digit entering you - makes you moan loudly. 

Johnny chuckles behind you, kneading at your breasts with warm hands. “Another Mark story, go on, tell it, gorgeous- that is, if Donghyuck can stand hearing more about his cousin-”

“I could care fucking less about Mark,” the man between your legs growls, wet digit now moving easily in and out of you. “He’s not here right now, I am. So what if you make your wife cum while fucking Mark mows your lawn three feet away? See if I fucking care.” 

Then the youngest Lee burries his face in your pussy, tongue lapping at you while he adds a second finger to your ass unprompted, drawing a surprised whine from your lips at the delightful stretch-

“Back up Haechan.”

Your husband’s voice is yet another unexpected turn of events, and the man with his tongue in your core falters- only to continue, something you can’t allow when Johnny has so clearly given an instruction.

One push at Donghyuck’s head has him moving away from your core, eyes moving up to yours questioningly-

“Who said you could add a second finger?” Johnny clicks his tongue, addressing the man on his knees, and Haechan’s mouth immediately forms a firm line of annoyance.

“You made me stop for that?” 

“You were getting greedy, and greedy people forget who’s in charge, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” 

A kiss to your neck has you shivering with pleasure, and you nod eagerly, licking your lips and reciting the usual: ‘yes, daddy.’ 

“y/n is greedy too,” Johnny continues, “but she accepts what she is given, and doesn’t take things that aren’t hers. For example, her needy little hands-” - he covers one with his own - “have been grasping at my shorts this whole time” - and he lifts it up, only to place it on his hardened erection - “but she knows what happens when she touches things - especially Daddy’s cock -  without permission, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You nod, groaning when Johnny squeezes your hand, showing you that you have free reign to stroke him through his swim shorts, and you immediately begin to trace the long length-

“Share it with the class, baby, don’t be shy,” the man behind you coos in your ear. “What happens when someone touches something of mine without permission?”

“They get spanked,” you breathe, walls fluttering around nothing while your hand traces your husband’s member through his shorts.

“And since I’m not about to start spanking Lee’s today,” Johnny sighs behind you, “I guess you’re going to have to take Hyuck’s punishment.”

Without a word of push back, you get off your dominant’s lap, turning to face his desk and bending over with your hands flat against it’s surface; you know the protocol. 

Johnny gets off his table too, standing straight, towering over you and the guest in his Box Office. “You want to see where the sex toys are kept?” he asks, grabbing the remote from it’s usual spot next to his work lamp.

One click of the button has a tv lifting from where it had been concealed in the floor, and you see the confusion on Haechan’s face- only for your husband to click the remote a second time, and the tv raises even higher.

Beneath the usual tv platform is a second, custom hidden shelf, and it stores all of Johnny’s favourite toys- from tried and true paddles that he’s had as long as you’ve known him, to the best sex toys of the year-

Haechan - who’d been so certain the office’s bathroom held some sort of extra sex dungeon - lets out an audible gasp at the collection of toys and bdsm paraphanelia. 

“Even though I’m not going to be punishing you the way I’m punishing her,” Johnny says while inspecting his collection, “you still touched something of mine without permission, and I can’t have you doing that again.”

There’s a stagnant pause while your husband picks out a pair of hand cuffs, that he then throws to Haechan, who catches them easily.

“You’re going to grab that stool,” your husband instructs, “and take it so you can lean back against the Inner Tube when you sit down, then you’ll find a hook under your seat. You’ll take off any clothes that will be hard to get off later, and handcuff yourself there, then, when I’m done punishing Y/N for your greedy fingers, maybe I'll let her sit on you.”

“Just maybe?” Haechan asks, already halfway followed through with setting up before Johnny’s even finished talking- 

“Just maybe,” Johnny repeats, selecting one of his favourite paddles, with it’s worn leather and heart cut out that leaves a lovely patch of skin unscathed- if your husband bothers to hit you in the same place, which he likely won’t tonight.

You don’t know where to look- at Johnny or at Haechan, who’s busy stepping out of his jeans, tossing them to join his discarded tshirt. 

Your husband join you just as the younger man pushes down his briefs, and your attention is captured by Johnn when he grabs at the panties still covering your core- the panties that have been repeatedly pushed to the side- and are soaked through with your cum and Haechan’s spit- 

When roughly rugged down you thighs, the ruined fabric gets caught around your ankles, and when you’re told “step out of them” you follow through immediately.

A click behind you indicates that Haechan is now cuffed to the chair, and when your husband collects your ruined panties and tosses them at the man, they land in his lap- right on top of his hardened and exposed cock.

The Lee’s gaze darts down, and there’s a look of shock on his face- then frenzied eyes meet yours- he can’t even grab your panties now that his hands are bound, and the best part is- he’d done it to himself. 

The leather paddle comes down on your right ass cheek, and you mewl out a “One!” tearing your gaze from Haechan in favour of looking down at the desk that’s going to be your anchor for as long as Johnny decides to spank you-

“You never actually let us tell you about the last time I fucked this pretty ass,” Johnny says- and his words make you clench around nothing- only for pain to bloom when the paddle makes contact with your skin again.

“Two!” 

“You were right, Mark was mowing our lawn.” - another hit; and a whispered “three”- “Which is something he’s been doing, an awful lot lately.”

This time when Johnny lands a blow to your butt, he kneads your flesh after, and your head falls forward from the way pleasure mixes with pain, the number “four” escaping you on instinct. 

“That’s-” you hear Haechan struggle behind you, “that’s his job though, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but he mowed the lawn on Wednesday too,” Johnny explains. “Which means he didn’t have to mow it today, and he did anyways- or at least, he walked around the yard with the lawn mower,” - he kneads your flesh harder - “but it wasn’t actually doing anything.”

“What does this have to do with-” you can feel the younger man’s eyes on your ass, which tingles with pain as blow number “five!” is delivered. 

“I like Mark because he does his job with no questions asked,” Johnny continues, setting the paddle onto the table next to your hand before turning to face the handcuffed man, “and yet-” he pulls at the string of his swim trunks and you immediately push off from the table to sink to your knees in front of him, tongue out- “this week, he’s been asking questions and pretending to mow grass.”

Your husband looks down at you when he pulls his cock from it’s confines, and a moment later he’s tapping the heavy head of it against your exposed tongue, watching the way your spit begins to coat the tip that had already been glistening with precum-

“Maybe he just needed a break,” you hear Haechan say, but you’re more focused on wrapping your lips around Johnny, who is shallowly thrusting into your mouth, eyes fixed on the way you take more and more of him-

“Or maybe,” the brilliant architect says from above you, “one of his cousins had a tantrum over being shot with a hose for snooping on someone else's property, and decided to spill a bunch of details that weren’t his to spill.” 

Fingers lace through your hair, and this time when Johnny thrusts, he simultaneously pulls you forward, forcing his cockhead into the back of your throat, which constricts around him for a moment before he pulls out-

You sputter, a trail of saliva keeping you connected to Johnny’s insanely thick length, and after a breath full of air, you’re eagerly seeking him out again, needy to please despite the interrogation going on in the periphery of your mind.

“What do you want me to say?”

A chuckle sounds above you. “I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to beg.”

“To beg?”

“For my forgiveness,” Johnny says smoothly, pulling you off his cock again only to lift you to your feet. He turns you around, pinning you with your back to his chest and his hand between your legs, two fingers slipping inside your soaked core- “and for her.”

“I’m sorry,” Haechan says, eyes fixed on your form, a broken look on his face, body leaned forward while his hands remained cuffed behind him in a way that almost looks painful now-

“What?”

“I said I’m sorry!” he repeats.  

“For what?”

“For-” he swallows thickly, “for telling Mark that you two fucked Jeno.”

“Because?”

“Because…” you watch the young man’s head dip, and you watch him take a few deep breaths. “Because you sprayed me with water when I came on your property, and I was mad.”

“Like i said.”

A sigh; “like you said.”

“What do you think baby?” Johnny kisses your throat. “Should we forgive him?”

You nod quickly, looking at the way Haechan’s cock strains so deliciously up against the ruined panties that had been tossed onto his lap.

“You’re lucky she’s a lot nicer than I am,” your husband tells the helpless man. “Fine, you’ve waited long enough gorgeous, go take your prize, but remember: no moving yet.”

“No moving yet?” Haechan asks in surprise and confusion even as you approach his seated form. 

“That’s what I said,” comes a flat response, then, “don’t worry, if you try to buck up, we’ll just hold you down.”

“Hold me down?”

“What safe word should we give him kitten? Do you think he’ll need one?”

One of your hands finds Haechan’s shoulder, and you swing a leg over his lap, considering the question. “I don’t think he’ll need it,” you say, all but proved right when the man under you latches his lips to your neck- “but his safe word should be Poolboy.”

Your husband laughs behind you, and when Hyuck lets out a needy whine, continuing to suckle at your throat, the laugh turns into a deep sigh. “Didn’t I just punish him for touching without permission?”

“I’m not touching,” the mischievous Lee groans against your skin, “my hands are tied up.”

You pluck your panties from his lap, tossing them to the side, and grab Haechan-

You swallow, realizing he’s thick- not as thick as Johnny, but thick enough that you can’t wrap your hand around him fully, and you know you’re about to be fucked stupid- 

You don’t even bother with prep- you’re wet enough as it is, and Haechan’s so worked up that he looks like he might bust at any moment-

You sink down on Haechan’s cock and he lets out a sinful moan, thrashing slightly against the metal cuffs a moment later when you don’t begin to move, reminded that he’s now buried inside your warm heat with no guarantee of reprieve anytime soon-

“Fuck-” the man straining under you moans, eagerly pressing his hot mouth to any inch of your skin he can access. A warm hand on your shoulder prompts you forward, limiting Haechan’s points of access as you tuck into his shoulder, pushing your ass out for Johnny.

Your husband starts by circling your hole with a lubraicated thumb, and then he presses it into you, drawing a groan from your lips. He repeats this a few times, teasing you… and Haechan by proxy, who moans even louder than you do every time your core tenses from the pleasure your sugar daddy is giving you.

“Fuck- fuck-” Haechan leans forward slightly, and you realize that he’s looking over your shoulder and down at where Johnny is now spreading you open on not one, but two fingers. 

Haechan had already gotten you used to intrusion earlier, and Johnny’s fingers are a little bigger, so it’s the next step before his cock-

You’re eager to get to the main event, pussy already practically dripping down Haechan’s length. 

“You feel so good,” the man under your groans, returning his lips to your neck. “So fucking warm and wet and tight-”

You whimper at the praise he’s giving you, core tingling with need while Johnny fucks your ass open with three fingers now-

“About to be even tighter,” your husband promises, pulling his digits from you and replacing them with the wet head of his thick cock, which prods your second hole- “Relax for me sweetheart, and lean forward.”

Johnny’s warm hand finds the center of your back, and he helps you lean onto Haechan, arching your back to give him better access to your ass- 

“Keep those eyes open baby, this is reflective glass for a reason,” the architect reminds you, palm flattening agains the Inner Tube that Haechan’s chair is leaning against. “Wanna see that pretty face when you cum for us.”

You moan at the word ‘us’, enjoying the thrill of there being more than two people in the room- threesomes always add excitement, a little je ne sais quoi that always leaves you well satisfied and weak in the knees. 

“Fuck-” Haechan groans lowly when Johnny pushes deeper into you, the intrusion making your body clamp down on both men like a vice- “fuck- I need to fuck you-” his hips push up toward you- only for Johnny to grab your waist, applying hard pressure that uses your body to pin the youngest Lee back to his chair.

“Not until she’s taken all of me. Be patient.”

A frustrated strangled noise leaves the man under you, but he stops trying to rut into your core, settling after a few deep breaths. 

“That’s it,” Johnny says, pressing his lips to your shoulder while you focus on staying relaxed, keeping your body as open as possible to the man filling you with inch after glorious inch of thick cock- “just a little more.”

When his hips are flush with your ass, both you and Johnny let out groans, and Haechan mirrors the sound with a whinier noise of his own, nearly panting as he presses feverish kisses to your skin-

“You ready baby?” Johnny asks.

“Yes, daddy- please-” your lower lip trembles slightly when he begins to move, pulling out of you before pushing back in- “please fuck me-”

“You got it,” he says smoothly, fingers digging into your hips to get a good grip before he begins to harshly thrust into you, each motion earning the sharp sound of skin on skin as your ass smacks against his thighs-

Below you, Haechan is whining louder, and you thread your fingers through his hair, arching your back and bringing his mouth down to your nipple, which he greedily latches onto-

“Sounds like he’s close,” Johnny muses- and you’re not sure if Haechan laughs or lets out a cry, but he sucks on your tit harder, teeth grazing over the pebbled bud, making you moan- “Sounds like you’re close too.”

“Are you both seriously going to cum?” the eldest man in the room asks, laughing and making both you and Haechan whine at the degradation of it all-

“Fine, you can cum,” he says next, and the two of you simultaneously let out sighs of relief- only for Johnny to lift you up and off of Haechan’s cock before dropping you on his lap, “but he doesn’t get to cum inside.”

“What?!” Haechan thrashes more violently than ever, eyes snapping open, and you hear metal on metal as he tugs at the cuffs that keep him unable to even touch his throbbing cock-

You latch your fingers to his length at the same time Johnny slips two of his own into your core, fucking deep into your ass while his fingers curl up in your heat, palm pressed to your clit-

Haechan’s mouth presses to yours for the first time, tongue gliding past your lips and you both groan loudly- teetering on the edge-

Your husband makes a sound of disapproval, and then he’s pulling you back by your hair, scalp searing with pinpricks of pain, “I told you I want to see that pretty face when you cum,” he growls in your ear, meeting your eyes through the mirrored Inner Tube. 

Your orgasm tears through you, and as soon as you squeeze Haechan a little harder, wrist working on it’s own accord while Johnny fucks into you from behind, the bound man cums too, shooting his hot load over his chest and abdomen while your core tightens around Johnny until he’s also nearly cumming-

“Fuck,” Johnny groans loudly, lifting you off of Haechan suddenly, and the next moment you find yourself chest to chest with your husband, his cock head placed at your core he practically drops you onto it, pressing your back against the Inner Tube while he bounces you on his length, using you to his own end.

“Johnny!” you scream his name, burying your face in his neck while your body practically sings-

“Tell me, baby.” the man railing into you instructs, groaning. “Where do you feel it?” 

“Everywhere!” you gasp, babbling on- “you’re so fucking big- oh my god-”

“Who else fucks you like this?”

“No one!”

“No one?” a grunt, and somehow the pace of his thrusts gets even faster-

“No one!” you scream. “Just you! Just you daddy!”

“Gonna cum for me again? Cum on my big cock while I fill you up?”

All you can do is moan obscenely, latching your lips onto his neck and grabbing at his strong shoulders with fingers that desperately knead into large muscles-

“Beg for it,” he tells you, slowing down just enough to have you letting out a cry of need, mouth opening as praises spill out.

“Please fill me up-” you whimper, “please daddy- I want it so bad- fuck, you’re so deep- i want-”

“What do you want?” he pushes his thumb into your mouth and you whimper, teeth grazing his skin while you try to form a coherent sentence-

“I want-” he removes his thumb, both hands finding your hips as he fucks into you harder than ever before, earning a strangled sound from your lips- “I want-”

“Poor girl, too fucked out to even speak. Don’t worry, daddy knows what you want,” he assures you, “you wanna be full? I’ll make you full.” 

Your pussy clamps down on his cock, and you drag Johnny with you into euphoria, your walls milking him of all he has, warm cum coating your insides for all you’re worth- 

You’re not sure how long your orgasm lasts, but when it’s over, you’re spent, and Johnny knows it. He holds your limp body in his arms, taking a deep breath before straightening to speak to the man still tied to the stool. “I’ll be right back.”

“What?!” Haechan gasps in confusion. 

“I told you, this,” you’re tucked against Johnny’s neck, eyes closed, but you feel him nod in the direction of the Inner Tube, “is a bathroom. I have to clean her up, but i’ll be right back.” 

You’re so tired and sleepy, and Johnny’s heart is so big and strong in his chest that it’s lulling you into a peaceful state even while he carries you to the bathroom. You hear the door shut behind you, sealing you in, and then: “holy fuck, hyung.”

Your eyes snap open to find Jungwoo standing in the small circular bathroom, and next to him is a sheepish looking Jaemin. Through the glass right behind their bodies, you can see Haechan still tied to his chair, and your pussy throbs with the realization that the entire scene had just been witnessed by two people you’d have no idea where even there-

“Daddy-” you whine, turning to press a kiss to the underside of Johnny’s jaw, adjusting your hold on his neck so you can start suckling at his skin-

“So turned on by these two watching that you’re ready for more?” Johnny laughs, but he doesnt wait for a response. “Here,” he holds you out to Jungwoo, who - at a similar massive size to your husband - takes you easily, “clean her up, and i’ll deal with these two.”

Your sugar daddy steps towards the door and stops, looking back at the men who are both flushed- “you guys had fun?”

“Yes hyung,” Jungwoo nods obediently, and Jaemin lets out a similar, “yes, Mister Suh.”

“Good,” your lover nods, “come on Jaemin.”

You watch the blonde follow your husband from the bathroom, and Jungwoo reaches past you to tap the inconspicuous button by the sink that allows sound from the main area to enter the Inner Tube.

You watch Johnny adjust his swim trunks, fishing the handcuff key out of his pocket before bending behind Haechan to undo his cuffs. 

The tired man lifts his head once he’s free, and he sees Jaemin for the first time, a massive “what the fuck!?” leaving his lips while he hastly reaches for his jeans from the floor.

“This is going to be good,” Jungwoo chuckles next to you, sitting you down on the sink and reaching for a cloth while watching the altercation just outside.

“I thought you liked being looked at, Donghyuck,” your husband said, walking over to his desk to pick up the white shirt he’d been wearing earlier, “is there a problem?”

“I-” Haechan nearly trips over himself while pulling up his pants, and you watch the way your husband redresses himself, slowly, confidently, muscles rippling under his skin-

“Due to your inability to keep your mouth shut, there was no way for me to trust this wouldn’t get back to Mark, unless i had someone to keep you honest,” Johnny explains, “and you needed to be taught a lesson.”

“What?!” Haechan still looks completely gobsmacked, and you can’t blame the guy- you’d not been expecting to find two people in the bathroom either- and, you realize, Haechan doesn’t even realize Jungwoo is in here with you-

“A lesson,” Johnny repeats, “toss me those handcuffs.”

It’s Jaemin who follows through with the command, picking the metal contraption up from where Haechan had discarded it on the floor. 

“Jeno obviously didn’t tell you everything that happened last summer,” the architect continues while placing the items he’d used back in their display. “He left out the parts where he begged, left out the parts where he got on his knees- and i couldn’t have you going around telling everyone only half the story-”

“Telling everyone? You mean telling Mark.”

“Sure. I couldn’t have you going around telling Mark only half of the story. And if you do, Jaemin will be sure to tell everyone how you begged, how you called me Mister Suh, how you almost didn’t get to cum at all if it weren’t for y/n taking pity on you in those last seconds- you could have cum untouched for all i cared, or not at all- remember that.” 

Haechan swallows thickly.

“But it won’t come to that, will it Haechan? Because you won’t tell anyone,” Johnny says with confidence. “And Jaemin won’t speak a word of this either.”

The man in question pretends to seel his lips and throw away the key, something that makes your lover chuckle as he opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out a bottle of scotch with two glasses. 

“I’m going to pour each of you a small drink, then i’ll head out to handle Mark.” Johnny looks over his shoulder, eyes fixed on something outside. “He’s probably wondering where you are, but i’ll get him inside, and then you two can come out and rejoin the party. If he asks, tell him Jaehyun took you both to go get some more weed. Don’t touch anything in here before you leave, or i’ll know, got it?”

“Got it,” Jaemin nods obediently, and Haechan simply sighs, collapsing into the leather sofa in the corner. 

Your husband hands the drinks off to the blonde before leaving, and Jungwoo finishes up with the cloth between your legs, giving you a towel to wrap around your naked form seeing as your dress is outside.

“Are you going to come out?” you ask, eager to rejoin the man who’d just been buried to the hilt in your pussy- even if it’s just for a breif conversation before he leaves.

Jungwoo shakes his head, “no, I think i’ll stay here and watch a little longer.” 

6: Monday

Mark tears his eyes away from The Box Office when its door opens, but it doesn’t matter, Johnny’s attention is fixed on the Canadian cleaning his pool. 

“What’s up, Mark?”

“Nothing,” the eldest Lee responds, focusing his eyes on the pristine water he’s been cleaning for the better part of a half hour.

“You know, i get watching my office when y/n’s in there with me, but you know she’s asleep right now, so there’s really not much interesting going on inside here,” he opens his door wider, leaning a shoulder against the frame and cocking his head. “Which makes me think something is up with you Mark, so tell me, spit it out.”

Mark sighs, setting the pool cleaning net down. “Something happened on Friday.”

“Oh?” Johnny’s brows raise and there’s a stagnant pause. “Are you going to tell me what happened, or is this one of those games where we play twenty questions?”

“I was hoping you could tell me what happened on Friday actually,” Mark admits, lowering his gaze and rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Other than the barbecue? Well, let me think,” the architect slides his hands into the pockets of his slacks, and he looks up into the sky, appearing to be going through his daily activities in his head- then he shrugs, “nope, nothing specific is jumping out at me.”

“Well something happened,” Mark insists. He’s never really minded Mister Suh’s games, but now that Mark wants some answers, he’s starting to see why people like Haechan get so easily offput by the smooth talker who always seems to find a way to avoid answering other people’s questions. 

“Like what?”

“Haechan’s been quiet. Which isn’t normal. And Jaemin- he can’t shut up! On the ride back home on Friday, then the ride out today- he spent the entire time just- talking!”

“About what?” Johnny steps out of his office, and Mark notes the way his demeanour has shifted slightly- he even closes the door behind him, joining the poolboy outside. 

“Nothing in particular-” Mark shakes his head. “Anything- everything.”

“Sounds like he’s just happy to be getting a ride with you, is that so bad?”

“Mister Suh,” Mark swallows, keeping his tone level, “you’re doing everything you can right now to convince me something didn’t happen on Friday, but when you came out of The Box Office after disappearing for an hour, and you saved me from talking with Yuta-  you smelled like Spicebomb cologne- and i know you wear Tom Ford.”

The air feels abnormally hot. It feels stale and yet humid at the same time- it feels clammy, and the longer Johnny stares at Mark without saying anything, the harder it gets for Mark to stand his ground- after all, he’d spent the whole weekend asking himself ‘did i really smell spicebomb on Mister Suh? Or am i being crazy?’ and part of him wishes the family friend who’d taken him under his wing ovr a year ago would just set the record straight-

“Spit it out, Mark,” says the elder man instead, and Mark’s heart lurches- this was not what he’d been hoping for-

The poolboy gnaws on his inner lip, “Is there like- a reason you’re toying with all my friends and cousins, Mister Suh?”

Another cock of the head, another amused expression. “Is the issue really that I’m toying with your cousins and letting them fuck my wife? Or is the issue that I’m not letting you fuck her?

Mark is floored at the words that have just escaped his employer- “I just-”

“Look, you figured it out, so I’ll admit it, ” Johnny interrupts, “I have let your cousins fuck my wife, and I’ve let your friend Jaemin watch too- just to keep Haechan honest.”

“To keep him honest?” 

“Can’t have him running his mouth about this to everyone, we’re family friends after all.”

“I mean-” Mark frowns, “most of my extended family is in Korea-”

“Yeah, but you know how things like this are, Mark. If word somehow gets along the grape vine that I have a wife who is much younger than me, and I indulge her in all sorts of unspeakable ways-” Johnny sighs.

“I get that, Mister Suh,” the Canadian nods. “But- i’m not- you know i’d never tell anyone, right? Like- who am i going to tell?”

“Your mom.”

“A: i would never tell my mom any of this- and B: why are you so scared of my mom? I’ve been thinking- she said you’re a family friend but i’m pretty sure she’s the only Lee you actually know, and i don’t think i ever remember hearing the name Suh when i spent summers in Korea-”

“Your mom wasn’t originally a Lee,” Johnny reminds the poolboy, and Mark shifts uncertainly. “Come on, lets go inside, it’s way too hot out here.” 

When the home owner heads into the kitchen, Mark follows him, and he watches Johnny get two cups that he fills with ice before letting them run under the tap. 

“Your mom used to baby sit me,” the older man says when he sets Mark’s glass down in front of him. “I didn’t always used to have all of this,” Johnny motions around the room. “When i was a kid, my parents had to work a lot, and your mom took care of me most days. When she went to university, she kept me as a pen pal- can you imagine? Thirty years ago? Email was invented, but computers weren’t easy- no, she kept up with me through writing letters. I wouldn’t be anywhere with out her- so when she responded to a biannual email last winter and told me you’d be moving out here to start work- it was a no brainer to hire you. It’s the least i can do after everything she did for me… but i’m quite… picky about what information gets back to your mom, which i’m sure you can understand-”

“Mister Suh?” Mark sets his half empty water cup down.

“Uh huh?”

“For someone who is literally a sugar daddy- you have a lot of mommy issues.” 

Johnny’s brows raise in surprise at the direct statement, and then he lets out something like a laugh- “what?”

“It’s just-” Mark frowns, “you care that much what my mom thinks of you?”

“And you don’t?” The older man cocks his head to the side. “Because i’m pretty sure i haven’t seen you wear your cross once since the first month after you arrived here- and do you even go to church anymore?”

“I-”

“But i bet you tell your mom you do, don’t you, Mark?”

When Mark stays quiet, Johnny grins, “see?”

“So we both have secrets to keep, and i won’t tell yours if you don’t tell mine.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous Mark, I don’t care if you go to church, i’m not going to rat you out to your mom-”

“Don’t be ridiculous Mister Suh,” Mark counters, “I don’t care if you and y/n fuck every person that enters this house, I’m not going to rat you out to my mom.”

Johnny considers the younger man for a moment, and then he laughs, “you don’t care… you just wish you were included.”

“What do you want me to say?” Mark asks, “anyone with a brain would want to sleep with your wife- but she’s your wife-”

“You always have been one of the most respectful people to ever work for me…” Johnny trails off thoughtfully. Then he smiles, pushing off from the kitchen counter, “come on Mark Lee,” he says, and the Canadian poolboy scrambles to follow the older man in the direction of the master bedroom. “Good people deserve good rewards.”

⇢ Pairing: Johnny & Mark x fem!reader ⇢ Warnings (18+): phone sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, assisted masturbation, mentions of 3somes, fingering, vibrator, buttplug, dirty talk, etc… ⇢ Teaser Word Count: 1.2k - 200 words shown in teaser

When you wake up from your afternoon nap, the first thing you do is stretch.

 Your muscles tense briefly before relaxing, and a lazy yawn escapes you as you sit up in fluffy white sheets and turn to look out at the yard.

Your errand boy is in the process of clipping back a grapefruit tree by the far wall of our property, and while you can’t see into Johnny’s office, you know that’s where you’d find him.

The Box Office was placed with watching you during your husband’s workday in mind, and when you lift from the mattress - fully naked like your lovers had left you at lunch - a tingle of excitement runs through your body at the notion that you’re being observed.

But it’s not as fun when you can’t see the person watching you, something you’ve realized more and more with every hour spent teasing Mark while he works- but right now, Mark has his back to you, and you almost wish he was doing something else-

at least if he was cleaning the pool, he might be able to look in and see your naked body- maybe you could entice him to stop his work to come take care of you- maybe you could entice them both-

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