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It was all smoke and mirrors with Gustavio. He was European and that guy with the reflective light gadget thingy always lurked in his shadow. Brad and Chris wondered how much credit card debt Gustavio accumulated on cigarettes and payroll. Brad guessed $20k. Chris guessed $50k. The old man at the table next to them said it would be $100k, but he pays it off every month. That’s when the man sitting with him exclaimed he’d done the same for Gustavio.
Brad and Chris quickly interjected and asked the gentlemen to pay their restaurant tab. They did, and in the midst of all the peace breaking out the cafe owner asked Brad and Chris to come back for dinner. It would be on the house for bringing in so much business. The host was correct to seat them front and center on the balcony.
No wonder Gustavio ran every red light in a town without one. Brad and Chris declined the invitation. They didn’t want Gustavio’s table. That’s when the owner offered unlimited cigarettes and a personal assistant for a month. That was it. Brad and Chris needed to get off this island immediately. The gentlemen at the next table then offered their yaght.
Brad then asked Chris if they were both thinking out loud again. Chris didn’t know but the restaurant owner gave an affirmative. Brad and Chris became sad. Their dream to join the Secret Service grew that much further away. On the bright side, Brad and Chris could still wear the uniforms.
The rest of them heard but decided best not to respond. No need to take everyone’s dreams off the table. Then again, invisible uniforms might just look great on Brad and Chris. It was dreamland once again for all. Brad and Chris left the island of Gustavio just as it was (in full Secret Service attire via yaght of course).
How does one even get a sugar daddy
Tell me your experiences
Yo my dad just said that some lady told him that he looks like a sugar daddy 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 He looked so proud of himself but was also kind of confused cuz he asked if we knew what it meant and there is no way in hell was I going to tell him and I'm just wtffffffff
PLS stop telling random people that they look like sugar daddies cuz that would only lead to awkward af conversations when they come home
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If you don't know what to do with your money, hop in here
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We need money!
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~ Charlie, Happy, Sadie
Ok so a kind of crack, kind of serious rarepair request (def inspired by your fic btw) - sugar daddy Bronte and accidental/oblivious sugar baby Arthur <3 you KNOW Dutch would be jealous of the attention, Hosea would be concerned and everyone else (Javier) would be like "what. this finery is wasted on you" lol
Silver and Gold
Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Angelo Bronte
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II
Tags: Jealosy, Sugar Daddy, (Oblivious) Sugar Baby, Gifts, Family Dynamics
Rating: Teen
Word Count: Less than 1400
Comments: It’s finally finished! Oh goodness, I’m sorry it took so long ^^’ My October was kind of fucked up, but it’s mostly okay now. I really loved this prompt, thank you! I added in some teasing from the girls, just to make Arthur blush as well ;). Hope its to your liking even if it’s a little short!
Arthur looked over the silver pocket watch Angelo had given him. It was engraved with gold in thin curving lines with a big ‘A.M.’ printed in the center of the lid. It was beautiful, but Arthur didn’t understand why Angelo had given it to him. He had a pocket watch already, stolen off a dead body, but one nonetheless. It was useless to give him something he already had.
He swung it from the dainty chain as he clomped through Shady Bell. What a useless chain as well. It would snap with the littlest amount of force. Arthur tossed it up in the air and let it fall into his palm. The only reasonable place he would think to put it was in the camp funds box. The gang could use whatever profit was in it to get supplies for the next few days.
“Afternoon, Dutch.” Arthur greeted when he was at the top of the stairs. Cigar smoke curled up from Dutch’s mouth, not unlike one of those story book dragons that Jack raved about.
“What’s that, Arthur?”
“Hmm? Oh, this?” Arthur held the pocket watch out by its chain, letting it dangle and slowly twirl before Dutch’s eyes. “Pocket watch. I was gonna donate it.”
Dutch’s lip curled and eyes narrowed as he snatched it out of Arthur’s hand and looked at the engravings. “It’s got your initials, son.”
“Yeah…” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck and rested his weight on his right leg. “Mr. Bronte gave it to meh, but I don’t gotta use fer it. So I was gonna give it ta the camp funds.”
Dutch let out an ugly huff and all but shoved the watch back into Arthur’s hand. “It’s a pretty li’l thing.” Venom laced Dutch’s tone.
“Ah well, do ya want it instead?” Arthur offered the watch back to him, but Dutch held his palm up and rolled his eyes.
“I don’t need something as insignificant as that.”
Arthur couldn’t help but chuckle at Dutch’s colorful jealousy. “Sure, Dutch whatever ya say.” He started walking towards the room the camp funds was in, listening as Dutch rambled.
“It doesn’t even have my initials. What would I do with a watch that has ‘A.M.’ on it? I already have a pocket watch.”
With an eye roll unseem by Dutch, Arthur shouldered the door open and went up to the box. He flipped the lid open and delicately set the watch on a stack of money. He stared at the glistening piece of hardware before coiling the chain up around it and shutting the lid to the lockbox. He logged his contribution in the ledger and trotted back out of the room. Dutch was nowhere to be seen, but the smell of cigar smoke still lingered in the hallway.
After learning Arthur had given away the pocket watch, Angelo had a personalized hat pin made for him. He hadn’t waited for Arthur to refuse it before he attached it to his hat. The pin was made out of sterling silver with fine engravings on it with a vulture, seagull, and bluejay feather anchored into it. Arthur had a nagging suspicion that feller, Algernon Wasp, had made it.
If Arthur was being honest, he quite liked the little addition, but Hosea had confronted Arthur with concern when he returned to camp with it.
“I didn’t realize you were one for the finer things in life, Arthur?” Hosea closed his book and tilted his head, eyes locked onto Arthur’s hat.
A nervous laugh ripped from Arthur’s throat as he reached up to remove his hat, his thumb brushing over the feathers. “Ah, yeah, I didn’t know either.”
“When did you have time to collect the feathers for that?”
“Oh uh, I didn’t. Uh, Ange- Bronte had it made fer… me.” Scarlet red burned on Arthur’s cheeks as Hosea blinked.
“Bronte?”
“Ah… Yeah, he said it was a ‘gift’ fer mah help.” That wasn’t as all what Angelo had said, but Hosea was acting weird and it was embarrassing Arthur.
“Arthur. Please, I may be old, but I’m not senile.” Hosea scowled. “You need to be careful around that man.”
Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Arthur put his hat back on to hide his face some. “I know, ‘Sea. I have things under control. ‘M not naive.”
“Naive, no. Stupid, perhaps.” Hosea sighed and slowly opened his book back up. “A dumb brute who won’t heed a worried father’s warnings.”
“Hoseaaa, stop it. Yer worse than Dutch sometimes.” Arthur waved the older man off and stomped away. Arthur wasn’t stupid enough to not realize Angelo was playing at something, he just hadn’t figured it out quite yet.
Angelo was pleased Arthur had kept the little attachment on his hat, so pleased he had dragged Arthur to a tailor. Arthur had bitched the entire time about not needing new clothes, but Angelo insisted. And when Angelo insisted, there wasn’t much he could do about it.
Arthur wasn’t a fan of how snug the slacks were on him, but they did show off his muscled thighs and ass better than his baggy, patchwork pants. He usually didn’t wear vests either, but the vest cinched his waist in a way that made his upper body look bigger than what it was. The bright colors weren’t necessarily his favorite, a tan color for his pants, a bright sunset yellow button-up, and a silvery paisley vest, but Angelo was happy.
When Arthur rode into camp, Javier was on guard duty, and his mouth nearly fell to the ground. Arthur slowed his horse in front of him and shifted uncomfortably in his saddle.
“Somethin’ wrong, Javier?”
“‘Something wrong’!? Look at you!” Arthur looked down at his attire and cleared his throat. “Yeah… Thought I uhm, could use a nicer getup-”
“That is not the Arthur I know! You are a dirty cowboy who doesn’t bathe.”
“Hey-”
“Not someone who looks good in fuckin’ yellow!”
“Ya sayin’ I look good in yeller?”
Javier let out an exasperated breath and grumbled in Spanish. “You don’t deserve to be looking that good. Tsk.”
Arthur snickered and shook his head. “No, need ta get jealous, Javier. I ain’t tryin’ to out do his majesty, Mr. Escuella, in the outfit department.”
“I am not jealous.” His dark eyes narrowed and he cocked a hip out. “You couldn’t out do me, Morgan. I’m just saying, Bronte is wasting his money on a cowboy who is going to change into his usual dirty blue shirt and tattered pants the moment he goes to his room.”
Arthur pointedly looked away from Javier and gave his stallion a gentle squeeze to head forward. “I dunno what yer talkin’ ‘bout.”
“Tsk. Sure, Arthur, sure.”
The girls had an absolute heyday when Arthur walked by them. To spite Javier he had forced hismelf to stay in his new finery for the remainder of the day. Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen all noticed instantly he wasn’t in his work clothes and made sure to let him know it.
“Oh Arthur, ain’t ya the looker today!” Karen said in her boisterous voice that carried over the camp.
“Ah… hello, Karen-”
“Did ya get that before or after Bronte fuck-”
Mary-beth slapped a ahnd over Karen’s mouth. “Karen! Stop! Arthur looks dashin’ today. Like out of a storybook about the king and his knight.”
Arthur scratched his jaw and stared at the ground, a sweat starting to develop under his hat. “Why thank ya, Mary-Beth.”
“But we need the details, Arthur.”
Arthur’s eyes snapped up to Mary-Beth’s as Karen started cackling. “D-details?”
“Did you top, Bronte? What was he like?” Mary-Beth started rapid-firing questions as Arthur stood frozen on the spot, his mouth opening and closing.
“Girls, girls, come on now.” Thank god for Tilly who was giggling softly and gently patted Mary-Beth’s shoulder. But then a smirk twisted Tilly’s lips, and her wide dark eyes roved over Arthur’s clothing. “We all know Bronte likes to spoil Arthur. No way is Arthur layin’ with Bronte. He’s layin’ under him.”
Arthur turned on his heel faster than a bullet leaves a rifle barrel and fled away from the girls’ tent. Their shrill, giggling laughter followed his escape into Shady Belle where he swiftly changed into some comfortable work clothes.
Do I want a sugar daddy ?
My story of what happened to me when I moved on from my gay Sugar Daddy.
Ever wondered how Escort services work.
What happened to me when I parted from my sugar daddy
A summary of Ragnarok:
Some weird shit is going to happen but we’ll just laugh it off and stuff oh and everyone is gay and Loki has a sugar daddy??
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(Broke)College Student!Sugar Baby!Changkyun X Rich CEO!Sugar Daddy!Hyungwon
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SHOPPING SPREE
pairing: dilf!hongjoong x younger!reader, dilf!wooyoung x younger!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 1.1k author's note: i tried writing them as these mysterious ceo sugar daddies but i really can't take them seriously so it's kinda crack but like slightly. working on my aesthetic don't mind me masterlist
"you're getting that dress,"
mumbling, you gaze at the gorgeous burgundy mini dress, hugging your body just right, as you stand before the large mirror. "nah woo, it's too short," you say to yourself. turning to your boyfriend, you notice him staring at you with droopy eyes. "but your legs are so pretty, a dress that short is perfect for you," he remarks.
you can't help but blush at his compliment. bashfully, you skip over to him and plop down on his lap, the shopping bags from your two boyfriends nearby getting accidentally hit by your heels. he affectionately pats your bottom, and you share a slow, sweet kiss, interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind you.
feeling embarrassed, you quickly move away, realizing you've been caught doing something a bit naughty in public. wooyoung tightens his hold on your thigh, shooting a glare over your shoulder at the person who dared to interrupt your moment together.
both of you are met with the sight of a silent hongjoong, who is staring at both of you while taking a small puff of his cigarette.
"joong!" you greet him with a bright smile. he gets closer and he runs a hand through your hair before resting it gently on your cheek. "find anything you like?"
he had reserved the entire shop for the day, ensuring that nobody would bother you both, with only two workers stationed outside the spacious dressing room. while he shopped for his own clothes, he let wooyoung take charge of choosing outfits for you, knowing that wooyoung had a keen sense of fashion. not as good as him though.
"mmmh, not really, but i got this for you," he says, pushing a small vivienne westwood purse into your hands. he delights in the way your entire expression transforms. he watches as your eyes widen, seemingly drawing in all the dimmed lights of the room, making them shine brightly like orbs.
"oh shut up— that's the bag i've been searching for years! i thought it— i thought it was discontinued!" you exclaim excitedly. wooyoung leans in curiously, peering over your shoulder to get a look at the red heart shaped item. he can't help but smile against your skin as you start rambling about how it's anok yai's favorite bag or something like that.
"really? just saw it on a random shelf somewhere," hongjoong mutters mid inhale, feigning nonchalance. it's evident that he's lying, as he had actually gone to great lengths to have the primary designer create one especially for you, even though it hadn't been made since the 90s. however, he chooses not to share this information, knowing that you might feel uncomfortable with such a grand gesture.
"put it on your shoulder, show me how you look with it, kitten," wooyoung says from behind you, playfully pushing you off his lap as you protest at the nickname. "ew, wooyoung, don't call me that! you sound like a discord mod," you retort, to which he responds with a puzzled expression, asking what discord even is. ignoring him, you stand up and walk a bit further away, dramatically faking a catwalk to show off the purse. hongjoong takes a seat next to wooyoung, both of them enamored by the sight of you strutting your stuff goofily.
"you look so good, baby," wooyoung groans with approval as he gives hongjoong a fist bump, silently acknowledging that bringing you here was a great idea, given it was his suggestion. hongjoong agrees from his spot, bending to tap the ash away on an ashtray beside him, but his eyes never leave you. "i have to agree with wooyoung on this one, you look stunning," he compliments.
"see, that's how i know you guys are old," you playfully roll your eyes at them, and they raise their eyebrows in confusion, prompting you to explain. you let out a sigh and cross your arms on your chest, saying, "my dress is red, my bag is red— it doesn't work. i have to break it with another color; i can't look good like this. it's basically… math."
wooyoung has absolutely no idea what you're talking about, but he still lets out an "aahh" sound, pretending as if you just made a wild revelation. meanwhile, hongjoong playfully rolls his eyes at wooyoung's response, a soft smile lingering on his face. wooyoung chimes in with another comment, "but you always manage to make things work, no matter what."
you giggle in response, deciding it's time to change your outfit. you simply turn and hide yourself behind the curtains, preparing to go home. your boyfriends continue to chat about their business and wait patiently.
once you're finally done changing back into your clothes, hongjoong is already standing up, holding half of the bags in his hands. his biceps flex as he handles the weight of the bags filled with heels and sneakers. meanwhile, wooyoung is still sitting, lighting his own cigarette. as he hears your footsteps, he puts his specially designed lighter in the pocket of his suit, offering you a crooked smile before bending down to pick up the remaining bags.
you walk over to them, feeling grateful for their thoughtful gesture and the fun time you had together shopping. "you guys spoil me way too much," you say, giving them both a warm smile. they exchange a look of affectionate amusement, and hongjoong replies, "well, you deserve it. only the best for my baby."
you press a kiss to his cheek, and wooyoung gasps dramatically, teasingly exclaiming, "what about me? i'm paying for half of it!" you scrunch your nose in response, "i don't like the smoke." wooyoung sends you the dirtiest look ever and wraps a heavy arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest, making you whine. you then run behind hongjoong who playfully fakes a kick at wooyoung.
as you all step outside of the big dressing room and into the shop, you curiously mumble, "how are you guys allowed to smoke inside?" following them to the cash register, you notice two women smiling politely at them, seemingly unfazed by the smoke. their attention is solely focused on the numerous bags you all are holding, probably excited by the number of purchases you've made.
"we reserved this whole store for the day, and you're still wondering if we have to follow rules," wooyoung laughs at your innocence, the cigarette moving up and down as he clamps into it.
"joong he's making fun of me again, beat him up!!"
"okay lemme just put these bags down for a second."
"yah!!"
breathing in bare | m
muses: jimin x reader type: vampire au genre: fluffy fluff word count: 5.2k of filth and fluff warning: a lot of mentions of sex, defloweration, biting (a lot of those lmao), impregnation, cream pie, slight sugar daddy
note: this went through 7 editing phases, I hope it shows the difference in my writing hehe. also exactly two years ago today, i posted my very first fic on here! to celebrate my 2nd anniversary, i’m posting this fic! there’s a longer fic in order but it’s taking some time to finish so vampire!jimin will have to do for now! :D
summary: you meet jimin through an online, completely discreet website called ‘a touch of heaven’. kind of like a dating website, except it’s not for dating. and you’re not matched with a fellow homo sapiens. and nobody would believe it if you said your perfect match’s favorite drink is blood, preferably yours.
There are no restrictions.
As per Jimin’s generous words, you can do whatever you want as long as you supply the required amount of blood for me every week. At that time, you thought he was kidding. The whole ‘vampire-blood bank’ hoodoo voodoo, that is. It wasn’t until a trip to the hotel room he was staying and getting know his bed a little more, do you realize what he failed to mention in passing; the blood has to be fresh.
The fresh-out-of-college you still had trouble wrapping it around your head. Fresh how? Do you need to slice a strip on the inside of your forearm and pour him a glass of your blood? Do you, someone who’s never gone into the woods before, hunt for rabbits and wring their furry little bodies until you get a bucket full of what he desires? Do you steal a bag from the hospital that’s marked with the latest obtained date?
Something mischievous and playful makes its way to his warm brown eyes and for a lethal moment, he looked younger, freer than the asphyxiating looking Armani he has on ―he looked like someone you could love, “I’ll show you.”
Jimin had no qualms in doing so, of course, being the gentleman he was ―is― gave you a taste of what addiction tasted like ―the delicious burn of your skin and sinful plump lips being one of the many you could name. Hands of a sinner brazenly hold you chest-to-chest with him, rendering you no choice but to straddle his lap until your dress rode up and exposed your lacy black panties, it wouldn’t work otherwise, if you’d been farther apart, was his way of assuring this was strictly professional. You had no choice, no choice than to let your own trembling fingers grip his designer-jacket adorned shoulders, maybe too tightly, maybe too eagerly and maybe already knowing all along.
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·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊pissing off taehyung who is your much older, sexy, sugar daddy.
TAGS — sugar daddy!taehyung, age-gap, bratty!reader, praising, light degradation, spanking, punishment, blow jobs
WORD COUNT — 2.9 k
Taehyung as your sugar daddy is something that comes straight out of anyone's dreams. He's the hot older man people with daddy issues fantasize about. He lived a lavish lifestyle full of private jets, sports cars, and parties as one of Korea's many eligible bachelors.
You on the other hand were no different, being the daughter of a important politician who like many others always involved himself in shady business. Taehyung had met you at one of your father's garden parties, spotting you from afar in your pretty flower dress and becoming infatuated shortly after. He just had to know who you were.
"Ah Taehyung," your father smiled, "I'm glad you could make it. Before I forget actually this is my daughter y/n," he proudly showed you off, "once you get to know her she's an absolute doll."
Taehyung's dark eyes settled on yours, staring you down and eying your form appreciatively. "I'm sure she is.." He chuckled.
You weren't stupid. You knew he wanted you to be his little arm candy, who didn't? You were a pretty little thing who played dumb to stroke men's egos. Making them drop like dominoes with your charm and wits. Maybe you were bored with life because you found great amusement in watching for men fall in love with you.
Taehyung was no different. All it took was batting your lashes prettily at him and he was all yours.
Since you were a teenager you were taught to use your beauty to your advantage. Your aunt always promised the finer things in life that you didn't have to work for. She liked to use your mother as an example since she herself had played some tricks to end up where she was now. You saw this as a life lesson and invested your time in becoming everything a man could ever want.
You changed your whole appearance opting for something more revealing yet classy. You adopted certain mannerisms to aid in your little fake persona you put on. Half the men you knew were fooled by you, believing that they were your only one and you'd do anything for them. In the midst of their cockiness they failed to realize it was them who were doing the chasing and falling like fools.
When they realized this you were already gone, moving on to your next puppet.
Taehyung liked to spend thousands upon thousands on you, always making sure you were never left wanting. You wanted a new purse? Text him. A unreleased pair of Louboutin heels caught your eye? Taehyung knew the guy, don't worry the heels will be on their way. You lost your dress? Taehyung rented out Chanel for you, pick out what you want!
You were absolutely in love, the sex that came afterwards was just a bonus. He treated you like the princess you are but fucked like he absolutely hated your guts.
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"I thought you said your attention was all mine..?" You softly hummed, raising your heel clad foot to run down Taehyung's exposed chest.
You got him on his knees at the foot of the bed before you, he's wearing a silk button up shirt halfway done leaving his chest fully exposed. You apply the slightest amount of pressure, digging the sharp heel into his skin to leave beautiful red scratches. "But somehow you seem to be drifting away from me Daddy," you look extremely uninterested, bored even, "is work more important than I am?"
Taehyung quietly hisses at the stinging sensation of your heel running down his skin, "You are. Daddy just has a lot of work to do little one, I promise I'll do whatever you want after I finish up on some paperwork." He softly murmurs and lifts your foot up gently to kiss it.
This could go two ways, you could either give in and let the poor man rest or you could act a brat. You think the second option is much more fun anyways, not like you have anything to do. You're in a remote island somewhere around Rio and you sure as hell don't speak Portuguese so going out on your own wouldn't be any fun anyways.
"So you brought me to this pretty island so I could watch you work? Daddy don't you say time is precious? Well my time is and I don't like to be kept waiting." You huffed, retracting your foot with faux anger.
"Baby," he chases your touch and tries to grab a hold of you again, "It's only a few papers petal." He tries to pacify you and soothe your anger like the soft man he is.
Your eyes narrow, "A few papers of my time. But it's fine, I'll let you be. After all work is more important than I am." You hum, you know you're being a brat about this but it's so fun because then he gets all worked up and angry sex ensues.
Taehyung takes a deep breath, "I never said that petal, all Daddy is asking for is a few minutes to finish some paperwork. That's all baby, Daddy will take you out and we do whatever you want afterwards. It's only a few minutes, I promise you." He smiles, pecking your knee gently as he rubs his thumbs over your ankle in a soothing manner.
It's almost enough to make you give in, but you don't. You're about to open your mouth when his phone rings in the distance. He stops to look in the direction of his office where the phone is and places a soft kiss on your knee once more, "Daddy will be right back." With that he goes.
You stare in awe, did he really just walk away from you? The nerve of this man! You frown, pursing your pillowy lips cutely and stomping a bit too loud into the walk in closet. If he wanted to go there you could too, it takes two to tango.
You dressed into a loose babydoll dress that's way too short for Taehyung's liking. You pair it with your white thigh high socks and baby pink platform heels. To top it all off you go for an all-kill with strawberry lip gloss that drives Taehyung crazy all the time. "Perfect," you grin striking a pose and snapping a few pictures to post later.
Taehyung's still on the phone when you enter his office mini purse in hand as you lean against the doorway playing with the hem of your dress. You watch him with sharp eyes, taking in his handsome appearance. His hair is slicked back messily, he's pacing around his office with a serious look on his face. The red lines from your heels scratching him are very much there, and it makes you proud of marking him.
You hum softly, gently swinging your purse in the air and watching it gently collide against the door frame. Mind you the purse cost Taehyung a hefty amount of money since it was custom made. Taehyung's attention is caught as his eyes briefly scan over you. It's a quick look but when he realizes what you're wearing he stops walking and stands there staring at you.
His eyes narrow a little, tongue peeking out to run over his upper lip as his eyes rake down your form just taking you in. "Yeah.. I'm listening." He calmly responds to who ever he's talking to on the phone.
You coyly smile, walking over slowly to his desk and taking a seat as you kick your feet slowly. Taehyung's jaw clenches, he knows what you're doing now and he doesn't think it's funny at all. He points to the bedroom, "Change," he commands in a deep baritone voice. It's clear that he isn't playing around.
"No. I'm going out like this." You twirl a strand of your hair.
Taehyung stares at you, never have you ever been this bratty and that says a lot given that you were quite the handful sometimes. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he calmly spoke, "I'll call you back, something came up."
You felt excitement bubble up within your tummy as you eagerly awaited for Taehyung. You perk up when he rounded the desk and stood in front of you. He leaned over you, setting his hands on either side of you. He looked so hot angry.
"I'm sorry, do you mind repeating yourself for me?" Taehyung was eerily calm for someone who looked like they were about to explode.
"I said," you softly whispered, "I'm not going to change."
Taehyung slowly nodded, "So you want to act out now? Where did my polite baby go? I mean shit I knew you were a fucking brat but not to this extent." He rubbed his temples, "I'm only going to repeat myself one time, either you change that dress or I bend you over and spank that pretty ass raw baby. Choose one."
Your tummy did little flips at the thought of being spanked, you felt a familiar heat pulsing between your legs. "I'm keeping the dress on." Was all you said.
A few seconds of silence passed, you had officially done it now. Taehyung looked angrier than anything as he grabbed you by the upper arm and dragged you to the room. A soft whine left you, not being used to this at all. "Daddy you're hurting me." You whined.
"I don't fucking care," Taehyung glared, "you decided to act like a selfish little brat now I'm going to treat you like one. On my lap, now." He said as he sat down and pat his thigh.
You bit your lip, wiggling over his lap and settling down with a pout. "Quit your fucking pouting, you knew damn well what you were doing." He grunted, flipping the short dress up and yanking your panties down, "Acting like a selfish brat, you like testing me don't you? Teasing me in this little dress with your little white socks, tell me baby were you planning on acting like a little slut outside?"
Before you could reply Taehyung slapped your ass hard. A startled yelp left you, "Ow!–No Daddy I swear," you wiggled around.
"Don't fucking interrupt me," Taehyung snapped, "you really thought I would let you go outside looking like this? Baby you're all mine, no one can have you like this. No one you hear me?" He growled, smacking your ass harshly once more.
A pitiful whimper left your lips, your ass stung harshly from each slap he landed. "Count." Taehyung didn't say anything else after that, raining hard slaps on your otherwise tender ass.
You were yelping and whimpering at the first set of ten slaps, but then they got too much to bear and soft sobs poured from your lips. "Thirteen, 'm sorry Daddy," you cried softly, hands gripping the sheets tightly.
Taehyung gently rubbed his hand over your ass, patting the tender cheeks with a hum, "Are you truly sorry? Or are you just saying this because you want me to stop?"
"I'm sorry," you breathed out, "I won't make you mad again Daddy."
He pretended to think about it, humming to himself and then landing a hard slap. "I don't believe you."
You cried out in pain, eyes squeezing shut from the fire you felt prickling at your skin. You were pretty sure after this you were not going to be able to sit for a week straight. Not without remembering this spanking that is. "Daddy please–" you cried out.
"Please what?" Taehyung grunted, "Are you going to listen? No more acting out? No more being selfish?" He emphasized his words with hard slaps.
"I-I won't! P-Promise you I'll be your good girl!" You sobbed, ears ringing from the pain of his harsh spanks.
Taehyung was satisfied with your answer and let you go. He gently guided you on to the bed caressing your backside, "You were such a good girl for me, took your punishment without a hassle. Don't move petal, I'll bring some cream for your bum." He said as he got up and walked out of the room.
You laid there whimpering quietly to yourself, it hurt like hell but honestly it was worth every second of it. You sniffled softly, nuzzling the pillow and sighing when you felt him return to the room. He made sure to apply the cream gently and avoid applying pressure to your sore ass.
"There, there," he softly murmured, "did so well for me. Is there anything you want petal?"
You thought of a few things before replying, "Want.. want to please you." You softly replied, "Can I? Please.."
"Please me how baby?" Taehyung hummed.
"Want to suck your cock, pretty please." You gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster.
Taehyung cursed quietly, you looked like a dream with puffy tear stained eyes and glossy lips. He caressed your hair gently and leaned down to peck your forehead, "And how would you do that baby? Your poor little ass is all red now, I doubt you'd wanna sit back."
"A pillow..?" You softly asked.
"Spoiled little thing you are," Taehyung sighed and gave in to your wishes.
He helped you set the soft pillows on the ground, gently lowering you on to them as you were positioned between his open legs. "Go on petal, you were a good girl." He hummed.
You happily went in for you treat, you didn't want to take your time since your ass was really killing you even with the soft pillows. You managed to fish his hard cock out, giggling to yourself because the man was clearly a sadist. He just didn't admit it out loud.
Your lips slowly wrapped around the tip of his cock, tongue slithering out to collect the beads of pre-cum gathering. Taehyung softly groaned in appreciation, his fingers threaded through your hair and gripped the locks. He watched the way you worked your way down his cock, lips wrapped obscenely around his girth.
"Fuck, that's it baby keep going for me. Get it nice and wet," Taehyung moaned at the obscene lip smacking sounds you produced.
You moaned softly, suckling messily at his cock as your saliva aided you in a smooth slide. Your hands gently fondled his balls, tongue running alongside the shaft and over sensitive veins. You looked up at him, fluttering your eyes at him and moaning.
Taehyung hissed softly reaching down to hold your hair firmly. "So good baby," he breathed out as he guided your movements.
They were unrushed but sloppy, he couldn't help the small twitch his cock gave when felt your drool dribble down his shaft and drip down to his balls. He was in heaven right now, you knew how to work him just right and stimulate all his sensitive spots too. You slurped up the excess spit coating his cock, pushing yourself down until your nose brushed against his pelvis. Your eyes fluttered and you fought against your gag reflex to not choke and ruin the moment.
He shuddered in pleasure, lips forming an 'o' as he tossed his head back from the feeling. Quiet gagging noises filled the room, you noisily swallow around his cock which makes him moan even louder. The constrictions of your throat send him to cloud nine, he tightens his hold on your hair and begins to buck up wildly into your mouth.
"Shit baby, I'm gonna cum," he grunts out, "gonna fill that slutty mouth of yours, you gonna be my good girl and swallow it all?" He pants lifting your head up.
You gasp softly, heaving a little as you take greedy gulps of air after being held down for so long. "Yes," you breathe out, "gonna be your good girl Daddy, won't let a drop go to waste." You open your mouth once more and take him back in.
Taehyung looks fucked out as he bobs your head up and down. He feels the telltale signs of his orgasm bubbling up as his movements stutter at times. "Shit, shit," he gasps out as his back hunches forward just a little from the intense pleasure eating at him. "Gonna cum baby, gonna cum." He moans loudly.
You pull back all the way to the tip, sucking harshly as your hand comes down to stroke him quickly. His cock throbs even more in your hold, small spurts of cum already leaking out of his cock. Taehyung's grunting and moaning breathlessly, he can't keep up with you and decides to let you be as he rests his hand in your soft but tangly hair.
Suddenly a long moan leaves Taehyung's throat as he stills, stopping your movements and holding you in place. His cum fills your mouth and you happily lap it all up, suckling at the tip with a happy moan. Taehyung pries your hand off his cock once it gets too sensitive for any more stimulation. He's panting harshly, eyes shut as he leans back on to the bed and lays there.
"You fucking drained me, my dick feels like it's gonna fall off or something." He grunted out.
You smile coyly to yourself and climb back up to the bed, "Daddy about this necklace I saw when we went into town the other day, can we go get it? Pretty please Daddy?" You softly pouted.
Taehyung hums quietly as he's still relishing in the waves of pleasure rolling through him in the aftermath of his orgasm. "Hm... yeah baby, anything you want." He pulls you closer into his arms as he strokes your hair gently.
With your cheek pressed against his chest you smirk to yourself, what a time to be alive.
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