#sugadaddy

Taehyung's days

Taehyung on the other hand wants you to be Daddy's little girl. Someone to look up at him with big eyes and a tiny brain asking Daddy please help to everything.

"Baby," Taehyung knocks on your bedroom door calling excitedly. Checking that your hair and dress are covering Jungkook's marks well enough, you perform the same ritual, huffing and taking a moment to store some energy for the coming days.

"Daddy," you coo, leaping into Taehyungs arms immediately kissing him with lots of little enthusiastic kisses. "I missed you so, so, so much." You pout, kissing him between words. Speaking with the baby voice he loves.

"I have something for you." He smiles.

"Presents?!" You squeal adorably, bouncing on the spot, jumping into his arms again, this time wrapping your legs around his waist. Kissing him hungrily while he blindly carries you to the couch.

"Close your eyes baby," You do, holding your hands out. Going through boxes and bags of dresses, shoes, jewellery, teddies and gadgets he brought you.

You'd been telling Taehyung on repeat how much you missed all your personal belongings. Since then, slowly he's been replacing everything you left behind. Steadily filling this house with an endless stream of gifts. Last time he was here you'd told him you wanted something special. Something very specific. You told him that you 'didn't have any way to remember him when he wasn't here.' And that if he bought you a Polaroid camera you could hang pictures of the two of you, so you wouldn't get so lonely.

And just like you wanted, there it was among all the other presents.

Soon enough you start to mope and whine, playing impatient, complaining that you missed him too much. Begging him to touch you and kiss you, saying all the things, in all the ways that you know turn him on. Because when Taehyung gets happy, when he has a perfect little baby, his protectiveness goes into overdrive.

"Baby, what's this?" He asks sounding worried. Having stripped you and uncovered all your bruises. Little and big.

At this point, you've become a master actress.

"Mmm," you fake shyness and nervousness. Fidgeting with your fingers, looking down while trying to cover back up. "Nothing," you murmur.

"Tell me baby." he gently cups your face, lifting it back up. "I need to make sure you're okay. Does it hurt? Please tell me what happened?"

"Um," you pout timidly. Speaking softly and high. "It only hurts a little. Jungkook is just a little bit too rough sometimes."

"Did you tell him to slow down?" his brows furrow as he clenches his teeth lightly. His neck stiffening as he does.

You nod, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Going for the kill. "He tells me to be quiet," you whisper. "I don't think he's forgiven me yet."

Taehyung's chest tightens as he growls. "We already sorted all of that! You're doing everything right. So he shouldn't be bringing it up." He shouts more to himself than to you. "And he shouldn't be hurting you. It's not okay!" He wraps you in his arms. Pulling you into his chest. His worry about you being hurt feeling laughable as you think back to when he had no problem smacking the hell out of you. "I'm going to talk to him, okay."

But for now, his concern about you're safety is something you're happy to use to your advantage.

You shove on his torso getting loose. "No please don't mention it." You whimper looking a little panicked, "He'll be mad I told you. Please don't." You grip your hands into the fabric of his pants.

"Okay, baby,"

"Please!" You whine, seeking a firmer confirmation.

"Okay, I won't." He holds you close again, comforting you. "But I really don't like this Y/n."

Jungkook's days

Everything is laid out. And exactly to plan, it's too much for Jungkook.

The living room is stacked with boxes and bags leftover from your gifts. Shoe boxes that can no longer fit in your closet are lining one of the walls. The teddies and toys that are too many for your bed have split over onto the couch. Photos of you and Taehyung smiling or kissing are hung around the house and greet him at every corner. You're wearing a dress that Taehyung bought you, one that's far too cutesy for Jungkook's taste and the pièce de résistance; the diamond band choker that Taehyung had made for you a few weeks back that says baby on the white gold hanging tag.

Every inch of the house is screaming Taehyung's presence. And honestly, it's making the chocolates, champagne and groceries Jungkook brought look mightily inferior in contrast.

"Why was all that stuff still out?" He asks pinching the bridge of his nose. You're straddling his lap, pulling at his warm brown hair after he dragged you into his room to escape the sight of it all.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't fit in my room anymore," you grumble, rolling your eyes. "He just keeps bringing more and more stuff. I've told him it's enough, but I don't think he's listening." you chuckle playfully, sounding bothered.

"What about the photos?" He asks firmly.

"Tae put them up. He told me to leave them there. He said,- hmm- nevermind,"

"He said what?" He pushes, already clearly agitated.

Thank god they make this so easy.

"He wanted me to remember that I was his, first. Before you." You scoff, laughing awkwardly to play the idea off as ridiculous.

Swallowing hard he bites back his jealousy. "And this," he scowls, flicking the baby pendant.

"Um," you look down pretending to be embarrassed. "Sorry. I'm not allowed to take it off." You lie.

But that's it. That was the point of explosion.

"Oh yeah," Jungkook grabs the tag in his palm, jerking it forward. The silver clasp on the back buckles letting him snatch it from your neck. The chain biting into your skin as he does.

Holding it in his hand, he can see the back of the pendant with the engraved word Taehyung's, completing the printed phrase Taehyung's baby. Intensifying his greed for you. He growls, throwing it across the room. Shoving you off him, he pushes you flat on his bed. Resting himself between your legs.

"That idiot." He jeers. "I don't need to waste money. I'll give you something that you can't take off. And it won't cost a cent." He begins sucking hard on your neck. Leaving solid dark hickeys all along your neck and chest.

But you need more.

"Daddy," you're lifting your hips up grinding into him. "I loved it when you spanked my ass last time. I loved my bruises. Whenever I sat down it reminded me of you." You kiss along his jaw, whispering into his ear, "It reminded me how hard you felt inside me. Can you please do it again?"

He's far too eager to give you what you asked for. As he fucks you, he spanks your ass. Definitely being too hard, making it difficult for you to pretend to enjoy the pain.

But it works. When Jungkook leaves 4 days later, after you begged him to spank you every time you had sex, your ass and thighs are covered in genuinely painful, substantial bruises.

Taehyung's days

It was a lot to take, and it was a lot of slow gentle actions to get here, but this should be it.

When Jungkook left this morning, you made sure to find your broken necklace. Wanting to make an ironclad case, you added something a little more. Working the skin of your lip between your teeth you nipped and bit until finally, you broke through. Tearing at it until it was large enough to give you a proper cut and a scab. Then you dressed unlike how you normally did. Covering up with long pants and long sleeves. Making sure every mark was hidden.

And when Taehyung arrived you puppeted him to perfection.

"Baby! No this is too much." Taehyung sees your bloodlip and slowly starts unwrapping you observing more and more the damage Jungkook did to you.

"I tried to tell him he shouldn't be so rough, like how you told me," you make yourself drop a few soft tears, "But he got really mad," you hold up the broken necklace as further evidence.

"That's it! I'm going to talk to him! He can't-" He lurches up furiously.

You grab onto his arm pulling him back down. "No, please! He'll be mad. He'll be so angry. Please," you whimper.

Here goes everything.

"Please," you work yourself into a panic, crying harder. "I don't want to stay here with him. He's going to be mad I told you. Please can I stay with you? You said I could before. I want to stay with you, Daddy." You babble, clinging onto his shirt, sobbing. Making yourself tremble.

"Baby," Taehyung says softly.

"Please," you look up at him through your lashes, pouting out your scabbed lip with your face streaked in tears. "Please," your voice is sincerely desperate as you plead. You need him to say yes to this.

Standing again, he looks down at you for a moment watching your distress. Seeing how you look up at him as if he's your whole world. He can't find any way to deny you.

"Okay, Y/n. I'll take you out of here." he agrees, solemnly.

Your body unintentionally releases a massive load of tension. Your shoulders falling forward, your breath releasing. It fits your performance, so nothing is given away, but it's the first truthful act you've done all day.

"I just need to organize a few things." He pets behind your head. Smiling lovingly as you lean into his hand. "I'll be back this afternoon and then we'll take all your stuff to my house."

"Thank you, Daddy." You sniffle, bringing his hand in front of you, kissing his palm.

He leaves, already taking a few boxes of your things. The second you see the car driving away through the barred windows, your heart rejoices.

Thank God!

All of your efforts are finally paying off. You're finally getting out of this cage. You know Taehyung lives in the city. There is no way he gets you all the way into his house without you being able to call for help. Even if he does, his house won't be fortified like this. And most importantly; you'll only be needing to deal with one of these lunatics.

You'll only have to play bitch to this asshole a little while longer and then you'll be free!

Packing up what you can, you spend the next few hours in a nervous, giddy mood.

Hearing Taehyung's car arrives, you keep to the routine they set for you. Still playing along like his good little girl. Rushing to your room, and closing the door so you stay away from the open entrance.

Waiting, sitting on the bed, it takes a few minutes and you hear Taehyung's knock on your door. Trying to smother the smile that won't leave your face, you run through your ritual for the last time. A deep breath, building your strength for what happens now.

Opening the door your face instantly falls flat. All of your peace and relief set alight. Both Taehyung and Jungkook are there like an unmovable brick wall in front of your door. Looking incensed.

Panicking, your breath hitches as you slam the door. Throwing your whole body behind it to get it shut. But Jungkook is too fast for you. He shoves his shoulder into the panel, driving his weight forward before the latch catches. The door swings back, sending you tumbling onto the floor into the side of the bed. Your head smacking the post.

Fuck!

The two men stride into the room. The full space feeling tiny as they loom over top of you. You're looking left and right for anything within reach you can arm yourself with. But unless you think you can beat them to death with a stiletto, there isn't anything.

How the fuck is this happening again!? You were so careful! You had them pitted against one another. You had them hating each other. Taehyung was furious with Jungkook. And Jungkook despised Taehyung. How on earth did they figure it out?!

"So?" Taehyung asks the other man, nodding in your direction.

Jungkook squats over you, grasping your cheeks roughly. Inspecting your split lip.

"Nah, I didn't do that." He runs his tongue over the inside of his lip, glaring at you. Flicking your head to the side you pull away from him. Not enjoying the disapproving looks they're both giving you.

Jungkook stands up with a smirk pulling onto his mouth. His demeanour, like Taehyungs starting to lessen from contempt into ridicule. Their tone and words making you feel small as they begin to deride you.

"Man. We really underestimated who we were dealing with." Taehyung sweeps the hair off his face, exhaling hard through his nose. The unblinking focus towards you causing your heart to beat even harder. "You're really smart, baby."

"You mean conniving." Jungkook corrects.

"Manipulative," Taehyung adds.

"That's it," Jungkook clicks his fingers giving an affirming point. "You're manipulative. We really keep getting played by you Y/n."

You feel like you're going crazy. They can't do this to you again. You weren't trying to mess with them, you were trying to get out of this prison they've got you in.

"You can't keep me here!" For the first time in 3 months you break your composure and the sweet pliable act you've been playing. "I've paid you back. I've done everything you wanted! Let me out of here you fucking psychos!" You scream.

The two boys share a momentary look, their straight expressions falling away as they burst into laughter.

"I think you're right," Jungkook chuckles, answering Taehyung on something you're unaware of. "Anything less and we're just going to have to deal with this every time."

"Yeah, I reckon. I feel all psychoanalysed." Taehyung sneers, "She really knew what was gonna mess with me."

"Same with me. And here I was thinking the girl just likes getting spanked."

The two men exclude you from the conversation, seeming to decide on something about you. You don't know exactly what they are meaning, but it's clear they've figured everything out. Which means you're utterly screwed.

"Come here, baby." Jungkook holds his hand down for you. When you don't accept, he instead grabs your bicep yanking you onto your feet. "Attempt number two," he snorts.

Cramming you between the two of them, Taehyung pushes against you on the other side. Jungkook's tight grip not letting you pull back.

"Stop." You whine, too frightened to look up at either of the towering men. The last time it was the two of them and they were behaving like this, they hit you so much. "Please. I just want to go home. I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone. I just want to go home."

Taehyung's hand curls and wraps around your neck and jaw. Clenching more painfully than Jungkook is.

"The problem is Y/n; you're too clever. And we can't compete." Jungkook says spitefully as Taehyung makes you look up at him. "So we're gonna level the playing field. No more one on one."

"You didn't wanna play fair," Taehyung hums out of your eye line, his deep voice tickling your ear. A snide smile filling Jungkook's face as the two of them share a look. "So, let's see how well you do when it's two on one."