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Getting beefy as fuck in 2024

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You found the money cub! Reblog this in 10 seconds and maybe sometime in the future you might get money or not.

Really felt big taking this

Need a muscle daddy to grow me or sugar daddy to find the growth further - 💉🥩😏

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I don't have a job right now, so does anybody need a sugar baby? (Serious inquiries only, please) I'm 19! Mtf! Currently in college!

h8 college. should i start an OF to fund it? ;P

post shower pic !!! and a rant abt it?? idk i haven’t been here in 4everrrr </333 anywayyyy

i love the way my t!ts look after a shower. my nips get stiff from the change of temperature between the shower and outside, and they get all sensitive ready to be nibbled on omg omg omg so fun !!

i take as many pics as i can after a shower just for me so i can play with myself to them later <333

tmi? i honestly was just too excited that i had to show you all <3 let me know ur thoughts (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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hi im looking for a sugar daddy. ill do pretty much anything you want. my telegram is sweetbaby1555

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Sugar Daddy Triple Frontier Men x f reader

OK my brain has been putting in the work since the response of my stoned post the other day in which I called the guys sugar daddies and now I’m committed!

AU no Tom, so the helicopter never crashes and they make off with a cool $25 million each.

These will be female reader point of view, 18+ containing smut, alcohol, violence, etc.

Francisco Morales: Posted May 15

Benny Miller: Chapter 1 Posted June 3 + Chapter 2 Posted June 5 + Final Chapter Posted June 20

William Miller: Posted September 27

Santiago Garcia

Follow along if you want to be a swooned by these rich and oh so handsome men!

Frankie Morales- Sugar Daddy edition

Summary: You are a teacher at a private school in Texas and your colleagues warn you about one of your new parents, Mr. Morales. When you meet him, you’re blown away by the rich, suave, and extremely handsome man. He soon begins pursuing you and you must choose between keeping your job or giving in to the infatuation you feel for this man as he showers you with gifts and admiration.

About: This is the beginning of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection where each guy will get a f x reader pov story. The events of Triple Frontier are changed; No Tom (we hate Tom in this house), the helicopter never crashes so they make it to the ocean without incident, each taking home $25 million dollars. But these guys are smart so naturally they’ve basically doubled their money by now. Takes place between 7-10 years after the events of the heist.

Frankie is divorced, no reason why explained. No mention of Frankies substance abuse.

Warnings: 18 + minors DNI, age difference, reader is in her 20s, Frankie is in late 40s, smut, oral f receiving (it’s Frankie duh), alcohol, swearing, daddy kink, squirting, basically buckle up kids it's gonna be a bumpy ride

Word Count: 12k +

Long Horn Academy, a private school for the oil tycoons and fortune five hundred owners of Texas to send their kids. It was the dream school for all teachers in the state. Good money, benefits, pension, everything you could ask for. Except of course for the elitist parents and children that treat you more like a servant than an educator. However, it was still better than the public school system that’s for sure. You waited years after teaching college on a supply teacher list in order to finally get your own classroom.

September came around and you were beaming with excitement going over everything you needed for your first year as a grade three teacher at this incredible school. You had gotten to know many of the other teachers at the school during your supply years, so before class started you mulled about the teachers’ lounge with your coffee, talking about everything the year has to bring. Oh, how little you truly knew about how life changing this school year would be.

“I just can’t believe I have my own class and room now! It’s been so exhausting dragging my book bag to every room in the building because I didn’t have a desk of my own.” You beamed to your colleagues, Mrs. Young and Ms. Campbell. Mrs. Young was a seasoned vet in the teaching field, at around mid-fifties, she always sported the most comfortable clothing but still so chic. Ms. Campbell was around your age, she had bright blue hair that caused quite a stir in the school until the principal deemed it a freedom of expression issue and shut the parents down. She wore their displeasure with her as a badge of honor.

Ms. Campbell smiled at you, “Hey girl you deserve it. I had your class a few years ago and they were actually really well behaved, save for this one snot nose kid Randall.” She scrunched her nose up at the memory of him throwing paint at her.

You laughed along, you too had shared a few run in with kids like that.

Mrs. Young interjected, “Oh, you forgot to tell her the best part.” she said to Ms. Campbell, gently swatting her arm and raising her eyebrows, hoping her friend would get the hint of what she was implying.

Ms. Campbells eyes widened, and she grinned at Mrs. Young, you looked between them, trying desperately to figure out this big news.

“You’re right, she’s gonna have Liliana Morales in her class.” Ms. Young stated with excitement.

You looked confused, “Who’s Liliana Morales?” you asked.

“Oh no sweetie, not who’s Liliana Morales, who’s Daddy Morales is the question you should be asking.” She hummed into her coffee, clearly pleased with the situation at hand.

Taken aback you replied, “Okay, who’s Daddy Morales?”

The two women nodded their heads to each other before Mrs. Young responded, “Honey, he’s a rich divorced dad.”

Not at all surprised you nodded, “Okay, that’s like seventy-five percent of the dads at this school, what makes him so special?”

She grinned, “Oh, you’ll see.”

You returned to your classroom ready for the day. Everything had been prepared meticulously in order to make a good first impression with the insanely high standards these parents had. Your room was decorated tastefully with a mix of colour and neutral tones, and you had prepared a tray of lemon bars for the parents to enjoy as they mulled around the room with their children. The parents were allowed to stay for the first period of the first day to get to know the teachers’ style and ask questions, as well as provide any educational information the teacher might need for the children.

Slowly, parents and students started arriving. The majority of them greeted you politely, a few blonde mothers in their Pilates outfits shook your hand with limp wrists, clearly not approving of your attire. They all wore Chanel and Louis Vuitton, labels far out of your budget. There are some teachers at the school that dressed the part, but they were not working with your new hire salary. So, Old Navy was where you got your work clothes.

Smiling politely, you grew more nervous as the crowd in the room became louder. There were so many strange faces you didn’t know how you would get through this first period. You stood near your desk, smoothing out your skirt when a tap on your elbow shifted your attention.

A tall man stood before you, with styled brown hair and a beard with a thick mustache. He wore a light tan blazer, a brown button down and dark jeans. His eyes were bright and brown like a baby cow. You gazed hopelessly into them before registering that he was trying to talk to you.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You asked, embarrassed.

He smiled, “I’m Francisco Morales, Lilianas father.” He stated, reaching out his hand.

Morales? You thought, oh shit. This must be who the other teachers were referring to. He was so handsome your mouth went dry. You did your best to answer him, “Nice to meet you, I’m Ms. Smith.” You took his hand and shook it, feeling a spark of electricity as your fingers touched. You pulled it back and folded your arms, wondering if the feeling was all in your head or if he felt it too.

He smiled, “It’s mighty nice to meet you too. Liliana is very excited for this year.”

You nodded, “That’s great, I’ve heard good things about you- her, sorry I’ve heard good things about her.” You tucked your hair behind your ear and begged for someone to interrupt.

Unluckily for you, he stayed right at your side without wavering. “How long have you been teaching?” he asked, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans and leaning on his left leg.

“I’ve been a substitute here for five years and this is my first full time role.” You answered, a little more confidently this time you may add.

Mr. Morales nodded politely, “Well I think that’s great, always good to get some fresh young minds in here to teach us old people a thing or two.” he said, adjusting his sleeve length under his blazer and giving you a kind wink.

You nodded, “I’m glad you’re happy, that makes at least one of you.” You said quietly, more to yourself than anyone else, and looked around the room at the parents swiftly critiquing the lesson plan you had posted.

He looked around at the crowd of people and then at you, noticing how uncomfortable you were. “Hey, don’t give any mind to these people. They’re not happy with anything, trust me.” He leaned in and rested his hand on your elbow. You looked at his kind and sympathetic eyes and immediately swooned. He was so handsome it made you sick, and of course he had to be nice as well. What the hell have you gotten yourself into here. No, no, you thought. It’s just a little crush, you’re sure it will pass.

You smiled kindly at his assuring comment, and he retreated to the back of the classroom, following where his daughter had ended up. You slowly moved behind the desk at the front of the classroom and tapped your fingers on it, now was a better time than ever to get this show on the road.

Clapping your hands together, you alerted the attention of the class that you would be starting. You were met with bounds of questions and critiques from the parents, you swallowed your breath so many times with your nerves you thought you might pass out. Save for Mr. Morales, he stood in the middle of the back of the room, leaning against the large window overlooking the soccer fields with a calm resolve on his face. You let your gaze linger on him far too many times, but you couldn’t help it. Each time you did, his kind eyes soaked your heart with contentment and made your knees weak.

Finally, after almost every parent had cited their concerns, you felt yourself slightly dampened. You took a deep breath looking at the clock. “So, we only have another minute left before the period is over and we break for snack so does, anybody, have any other questions or comments?” Your breath broke during the sentence, hoping not to be met with any more judgement or you might cry.

Just as a particularly snarky mother was about to raise her hand, Mr. Morales quickly popped himself off the window and took a few steps forward. “I would just like to say, I am so excited to see what you have to bring to this class this year.” He spoke confidently but kindly, and seemingly only to you. His eyes burned into yours and made your heart flutter. “I cannot think of a better teacher, to take care of our kids.” He finished.

You offered him a thankful grin and nod, “Thank you, Mr. Morales. I’m really happy to be here.” You held your hands together in front of you. Trying not to break your resolve.

The sound of the bell filled the room and you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You nodded politely as the parents said their goodbyes and the children rose to get their snacks.

Mr. Morales suddenly appeared at your side, “Thank you for this, you did a great job.” he said, before backing away to the door. Not before sneakily looking you up and down.

Your eyes widened, and your heart skipped a beat. This is going to be trouble.

As the months moved along Mr. Morales’ flirting got more and more obvious. Bringing you coffee and treats in the morning, lingering after pickup to chat with you, that stupid gorgeous smile leaving you desperate for more of his attention. You learned that he and his wife divorced when Liliana was a baby and he shared custody but as the school was on the way to work, he picked her up and dropped her off even if she was his ex’s house. He told you that he owns a construction company and purchased it fairly recently. He was charming and sweet, but not so sweet as you caught him multiple times outright checking you out. You grew more and more embarrassed by your wardrobe, looking at all the amazing clothes the other teachers were wearing. You knew he was older than you, like way older than you, but you didn’t really care. Especially since it was school policy teachers couldn’t date parents, so there was no harm in flirting with a man who was clearly flirting with you.  

One December morning you were in the lunchroom with Mrs. Young and Ms. Campbell, discussing your upcoming Christmas break plans.

Ms. Campbell teased you, “So, what’s it like having Daddy Morales in your class?”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s fine, he’s actually very nice.”

“Oh, I know, he’s a Southern charmer darling.”

Sipping from your coffee cup, you hid your grin as you thought of how Mr. Morales made you feel and how quickly you were developing feelings for him.

The last of the kids were leaving your classroom as the end of the day drew near. Mr. Morales crept into the room and gestured to Liliana that he was going to be speaking to you before they left. You stood still near your desk, casually folding the flyers for the Christmas concert on your desk as you awaited his approach.

He moved beside you and turned with his back to the rest of the room. “Hey darlin, how was your day?” he asked with an energetic smile.

You smiled; his informal greetings may have gone a little far past professionalism, but you didn’t mind one bit. “Good, thank you. How was yours?”

“Oh fine, construction isn’t exactly exciting but it’s a good group of guys, so, you know.” He looked slightly nervous, and you grew cautious of the interaction, he always had such a confident and suave demeanor about him. “I was actually wondering if you would be free on Friday night?” he asked, gauging your response.

Stunned, you stuttered, “Oh, um, I’m sorry Mr. Morales, but teachers aren’t actually allowed to,”

“I understand don’t worry.” He interjected, “I noticed Liliana was having a hard time with English and was wondering if you would be able to do some additional tutoring? I’d pay you, it’s my own fault really. We only speak Spanish at home so.” He looked bashful and your cheeks grew red with embarrassment that you thought for even a second, he would be asking you out.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed. Um, yes, I can definitely help you that.” You nodded softly, hoping you didn’t just ruin everything.

He smiled, “That’s great thank you. Do you mind coming round my place at say 5?”

Nodding you replied, “Yes that works, I’ll get your address from her file.”

“Great, thank you again hermosa.” He said as he backed up and gestured for Liliana to follow him.

You simultaneously couldn’t wait until Friday and couldn’t even fathom the idea of being alone with this man you had so much desire for.

Friday evening came and you plugged his address into your phone. You slid into your mid 2000s Ford Focus and headed out. It was a cash car, and your first purchase once you saved enough money would definitely be to upgrade, but that was a long way away. It still felt awful parking it with its rusted fenders beside the Lincolns and Range Rovers that took up the majority of the parking lot at the school.

The neighborhoods you were driving through suddenly shifted more and more into the luxury market. You couldn’t believe the sizes of some of these houses, how could anybody have this much stuff you thought. You finally pulled into the laneway your phone indicated and were met with a long driveway to a stunning stone house with a balcony on the second level facing the road. Your mouth gapped at the size of the estate and the sight of the hoard of vintage and luxury vehicles along the front of the laneway.

Parking your car over to the side so that he may not see it as you leave, you shrugged your cardigan back on your shoulder that it had fallen off and strutted with your tote bag of learning materials to the front door. You looked around casually, there’s no bell. How could there be no bell? Just a large circular knocker in the middle of the door. You bit your lip and swiftly knocked the handle against the dark brown wood door. It made a louder thud than you thought it would, but you still felt anxious that he wouldn’t have heard anything.

When you were just about to grab the knocker again the door suddenly swings open. Leaving you motionless with your hand raised between the two of you. He was in a black button down with sleeves rolled up and khaki pants. You quickly ripped your hand back to your side, “Hi, Mr. Morales, how are you?”

He looked at you up and down briefly, you were wearing black boots with light wash jeans, a snuggly fit blue tank top and a patterned cardigan over top. “Hey sweetheart, doin’ just fine long time no see huh?”

Blushing, you realized you had literally seen him less than two hours ago. He moved in the door so you could slip by him. When you entered you were greeted with an enormous stone staircase cascading up into the second level with exposed railing. There was a crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the room, illuminating you with a stunning glow. You couldn’t help but turn where you stood, shifting your gaze continuously to the next beautiful part of the room you caught with your eyes.

Finally turning around in a half circle, our gaze was met with Mr. Morales, whose eyes were dug into you, enjoying your childlike wonder.

“Sorry,” you said bashfully. “I’ve just never been in a house like this.”

He held his hands together and took a step towards you, "That's okay. Honestly up until a few years ago I hadn't seen anything like this either. It's a bit much for me but Liliana told me she wanted to live in a castle so I couldn't resist spoiling her." He winked at you and gave a sheepish smile. 

You giggled, "I get that, she's a really wonderful little girl. I've loved having her in my class." 

"Thank you, and for what it's worth we have very much enjoyed having you as her teacher. You might be our favourite." He touched his hand to his chest and spoke so earnestly, it made your gaze drop embarrassingly to his mouth as he talked. 

Thankfully before you had to pry another sentence from your desperately dry mouth, Liliana came bounding into the room with a skip and threw her arms around you. 

Mr. Morales reached out and took her arm, "Whoa girl, let's give Ms. Smith some space. Why don't you show her to the study, and I'll check on dinner. I hope you're okay with staying for dinner. I thought it was the least I could do for stealing you on a Friday evening. I'm sure your boyfriend would've preferred to spend time with you since we hog you all day all week." He looked at you with hopeful eyes. 

You met his gaze, "I would love to stay for dinner, thank you. And no boyfriend so I'm all yours tonight." 

He smiled, and nodded at Liliana when she took your hand to leave the room. You briefly looked back over your shoulder at Mr. Morales before you turned the corner and found he was still standing there with his hands on his hips, watching as you left. 

A knock came to the door of the study and Mr. Morales poked his head in. "Hey ladies, it's dinner time. Liliana, go wash up. Ms. Smith I'll show you to the dining room."

Liliana left to go to the washroom, and you collected your things. Mr. Morales waited patiently waiting in the doorway. You heaved your heavy tote back on your shoulder and started towards him.

“Here, let me take that.” He said, pulling the strap easily off your shoulder. You nodded, thanking him and followed him through the house. Each room is more amazing than the other. He stepped aside to let you walk first into a stunning dining room. The walls were bright white with a high ceiling and pillars reaching up in each corner. The curtains had a white and blue pattern covering what you assume must be an incredible view. Sat in the middle of the room was a stunning ten-foot polished wood table with matching high back chairs wrapped around it. Your mouth gapped once again at the sight.

He gestured around you to a seat on the right side of the head of the table. There were three settings done with beautiful silver wear and plating. Just as you sat, Liliana came back in and sat herself across from you on the left side.

The table had trays of traditional Chilean food, luckily, Latin food happened to be your favourite.

“I hope you don’t mind the food; it can be a bit spicy.” he said, taking his seat beside you and offering a bottle of red wine.

You lifted your glass to hand to him, “No not at all. I actually love spice.” You said as he took the glass from you, pouring the wine in. Your fingers grazed against each other as he handed it back to you and you nearly dropped it.

“Alright Liliana, why don’t you say grace for us?” He said, after pouring himself his drink.

She happily clasped her hands together and squeezed her eyes shut. You followed suit with Mr. Morales.

“God is great, God is good, let us thank him for this food, Amen.” she said excitedly.

“Well said sweetheart, alright everybody dig in.”

The three of you ate, and laughed and drank. Mr. Morales and Liliana recounting dozens of stories, and you telling a few embarrassing vacation stories from your childhood that made Liliana laugh, and Mr. Morales too for that matter. You all had finished your food long ago when Mr. Morales looked at his watch.

“Oh, geeze baby girl. Look at the time, I’d say you should start getting ready for bed.” He said to his daughter, pointing at his watch.

She slumped in her chair, “Oh daddy, please. It’s Friday.” She put on her best puppy dog eyes that made you giggle.

He rolled his eyes at the obvious tactic, “Okay, you have to go to bed, but you can put a movie on to fall asleep to. Alright?”

She beamed, “Deal. Thank you for helping me Ms. Smith.” She said as she rose from her seat.

“Of course, sweetie, it was my pleasure.” You replied, catching Mr. Morales grinning at the interaction.

Liliana left the room and you stood to grab your plate, to which Mr. Morales quickly swatted your hands away. “Oh no no. Don’t even think about it, you’re a guest you will not be cleaning up this mess.”

“But you made this beautiful dinner, it’s the least I can do.” You protested.

He continued his objection, “Please hermosa, it’s really fine. Why don’t you just go out to the living room and I’ll bring a coffee. How do you want it?” He stood close, closer than you thought you would be comfortable with.

Stuttering you replied, “Just milk and sugar please.” And quickly retreated in the direction he had gestured.

Of course, another stunning room full of beautiful paintings and photos on the wall of Mr. Morales and Liliana.

You rounded an emerald green sofa and sat down, admiring the wood coffee table in front of you with a bouquet of roses on it.

Lost in thought you daydreamed about living here, how stunning it would be to wake up every day and stroll down that staircase. You can’t even imagine how glorious his bed must be if the damn couch is this comfortable.

Mr. Morales caught your attention and placed the coffees on the table. He sat beside you, almost right beside you. You felt your heart skip a beat but reached for the coffee to give your shaking hands something to do.

“These flowers are beautiful, roses are my favourite.” You pointed casually to the flowers.

He looked at you with his cup in his hand. “Thanks, I like them too. They really brighten up a room. So, do you like teaching at Long Horn?”

Nodding, “Yeah, it’s really great. It can be a bit overwhelming, but I do like it.”

His eyebrows knotted together, and an adorable crease split his forehead. “Overwhelming how?”

“Well, it’s just that, most of the teachers there and pretty much all of the parents are in a certain class that I’m not really in so it can be a bit, I don’t know. A bit embarrassing showing up in my car and my clothes and my shoes and well, just not really dressing the part of a teacher at such a prestigious school.” You tucked your hair behind your ear, slightly embarrassed by your honesty.

He scoffed, “Do you think their clothes make them a better teacher than you?”

Shaking your head you replied, “No of course not, it’s more of a status thing, I guess. It’s probably pretty juvenile to feel this way.”

Mr. Morales took a sip from his cup, never taking his eyes off you, “Well, would you feel more confident if you dressed the way they do?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “I guess so, yeah. I think I would feel like I fit in more and maybe would get treated better by some of the parents. But I guess this will have to do for now.” You waved away your thoughts, “I’m saving for a new car right now so I shouldn’t worry about all that.”

He hummed, looking away briefly, deep in thought.

You asked him about his work, he got a bit vague but still answered your questions intently. The conversation flowed nicely, and you enjoyed talking to him. You almost forgot how much older he was because he still had such a youthful humor about himself. He talked about his friends Santiago, Will and Benny. It felt so comfortable, but also bizarre as you were sitting having this lovely conversation in a multi-million-dollar home. You simultaneously felt out of place and right where you needed to be.

Your coffees had been finished and you looked at your phone, “I should probably get going Mr. Morales. Thank you for the dinner and coffee.” You rose from your seat.

He stood with you, “Of course, least I could do for Lilianas favourite teacher. Thank you again for tutoring her.”

You both walked slowly to the front entrance, the electricity between you could power the whole damn house. You picked up the tote bag he had rested against the wall beside the door and turned to him. “Thanks again, have a great rest of your night.”

“You as well.” he replied, rubbing his hands on his jeans. He suddenly realized his place and reached for the door, pulling it open for you. You nodded and left through it. The walk to your car felt odd, the temperature had dropped slightly so you hugged yourself a bit. Fumbling with your keys, you finally get the door open and toss the tote into the passenger seat. Looking in the rear-view mirror as you drove down the long laneway, you notice the front door is still open and his broad silhouette is stood there watching as you leave.

Sunday morning rolled around, and you had no plans, other than to totally veg out in your pjs and watch movies all day. Your hair was in a messy bun, and you had your trusty bunny slippers on. Your apartment was small, but plenty for you. Although you have to admit, it felt a lot smaller when you returned from Mr. Morales’ house on Friday. You were settled in to continue your marathon of the Alien movies when a knock came at the door. You sat up puzzled, you just placed the order for your Popeyes chicken lunch and there’s no way it’s already here. Shrugging your sweater up from where it had fallen off your shoulder you sauntered over to the door and opened it.

You were met with a woman, with brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, a knee length pencil skirt, black heels and a stunning blue silk blouse.

“Ms. Smith?” she asked.

Stunned you replied, “Uh- yes?”

“Great, I have a delivery for you.” She said as she suddenly pulled a luggage cart into view that was covered in clothing bags, shoe boxes and small packages.

You huffed in confusion as she pushed past you with the cart.

“Um- I didn’t order anything?” You followed her as she made herself comfortable in your living room.

“Size?” she asked.

Even more confused, you replied, “What?”

“Shoes, shoe size.” She said, gesturing to the boxes on the bottom of the cart.

You looked at her with more annoyance than confusion now but gave her your size.

She pulled about the boxes, putting three of them onto your kitchen table.

“I’m sorry can I ask what this is all about because I am just totally confused.” You waved your hands in the air as you conceded the situation.

Tossing her ponytail behind her shoulder as she ran her hands through the hangers. “These are from Mr. Morales.”

Your mouth gapped, what does she mean these are from Mr. Morales? Did he give you all these? How is this even happening right now?

Before you could speak again, she interjected, “Okay, I am just going to get your measurements, please stand here with your arms out.”

You were at a loss for words, so instead you did as you were told and allowed her to measure your body for sizing. She thanked you and started mulling about the hangers.

You walked towards the table cautiously, looking at the shoe boxes, they all had the same name on them, Christian Louboutin. Your hand slowly opened one of them and pushed the tissue paper aside, revealing a stunning pair of black, red bottom heels. Mouthwatering you ran your finger along the side of them and couldn’t believe your eyes.

The woman pulled a series of clothing bags off the bar and hung them over the edge of your thrift store couch.

“Oh, one more thing.” She said, reaching into a package on the front of the cart. She pulled out a long thin cardboard box and opened it as you wrang your hands together in nervousness. She slid a brown box the same dimensions as the cardboard with gold detailing on it and handed it to you. Your eyes widened as you recognized the iconic Louis Vuitton logo adorned all over it.

“Have a good day.” She stated as she pushed the rolling cart out into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

You waved your hand causally before returning your attention to the box. Sheepishly, you popped it open, and your eyes went wide at the five gold and diamond matching bracelet set. It shone in the light and your breath all but stopped completely. You looked around at the shoe boxes and bags of what you can only assume are more designer clothes. Your head spun so hard you had to brace yourself on the kitchen table. This could not be happening; this could not be real. Why on earth would this man give you all this insanely expensive stuff? You put the jewelry box down and straightened yourself up, promising yourself you wouldn’t touch anything until you spoke to Mr. Morales.

The clock ticked on the wall of your classroom Monday morning, you grew more and more anxious to see Mr. Morales. Tapping your fingers on the desk you stared at the door. Finally, Liliana came bouncing in with Mr. Morales on her heels. You swiftly strutted over to him and stood with your stance firm.

He caught the look on your face, and he grew nervous, “Hi, Ms. Smith. How was your weekend?” He glanced at your outfit; eyebrows furrowed at the fact that you were wearing the same navy dress with a stitch missing around the collar that you were wearing last week.

You pulled your lips tight at how casual he was being, “Fine, thank you. Do you mind if I speak to you in the hall?” You pointed out the door, to which he nodded and followed closely behind you.

There weren’t many people in the hall yet as he was always one of the earliest drop-offs, but you lowered your voice, nonetheless. “I had a delivery yesterday.” You stated.

He nodded, “Great, did you like everything?” He did his best to smile, considering your face did not match his.

“Mr. Morales,” You pinched your nose, “I cannot accept a bribe and you shouldn’t feel like you need to I mean Liliana did great on Friday night I think she’s really getting it and,”

He cut you off, “Whoa now, that wasn’t a bribe.” He chuckled.

You looked to him with confusion, “It wasn’t?”

“No.”

“Then, what was it?” you asked, leaning against the lockers beside you and crossing your arms.

He looked down at you, “An investment.”

Your eyebrows popped up, “An investment?” You questioned.

“Yes, you told me you would feel more confident if you dressed the part of a teacher at this school. I want the absolute best for my daughter so I thought if I invested in you then you would be able to be the best teacher you could be.” He tucked his hands in his leather jacket. That damn jacket you thought. It fit him so well and looked so good with his distressed jeans. He must not be going into the office today you thought.

Taking a deep breath through your nose you replied, “I really don’t think I can accept all that Mr. Morales. All that stuff costs more than like, three of my car.” You laughed to yourself at the situation you had found yourself in.

He took a step in, looking around for any other people in the hallway. “Let yourself be taken care of, for once in your life hermosa.” Your mouth fell open at the intense smell of his musky cologne you could now smell with him so close to you. Before you could retaliate, he turned and strutted down the hall.

You watched as he left, still too stunned to speak.

The rest of the week you strutted around the school in your new clothes. The snobby moms that typically gave you a side eye gave you a confident smile and complimented your lesson plan for the next week. You felt amazing gliding down the hallway in your red bottom heels, the gold bracelets dangling from your wrists.

Ms. Campbell nearly choked on her coffee one morning as you glided in wearing a form fitting purple work dress and black heeled ankle boots with black tights and tight blazer snug on your shoulders.

“Geeze what’s with this get up?” she asked, looking you up and down.

Shrugging you replied, “Oh just got some new clothes. I’ve been saving for a while and thought I would treat myself since I’m not travelling for Christmas this year.” A blatant lie you thought, but it was for the best. No one could know everything was from Mr. Morales. There’s no way the principal would accept his “investment” story and you’d be done for.

“So, is your class ready for the Christmas concert?” You asked, trying desperately to change the subject.

She peered at you suspiciously, “Yeah. Yeah, I think it will be good. Will Daddy Morales be gracing us with his presence?”

You nodded casually, “I believe so.”

Another teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez, came in to grab water from the fridge. She was nice enough, but you didn’t cross paths with her much. “What are we talking about ladies?” She smiled kindly.

Ms. Campbell leaned back in her chair to look at Mrs. Rodriguez, “Daddy Morales.”

You scoffed at your friend and gave her a wide look.

Mrs. Rodriguez hummed, “Mmm, Daddy Morales. He’s with your class now, isn’t he?” she asked, pointing at you.

Nodding you replied, “Yes, I have his daughter Liliana this year.”

“Lucky girl.” She commented before leaving the room.

Embarrassment grew in your chest as you worried anybody had picked up on your crush.

Friday evening came, the last day before Christmas break and the day of the concert. You had spent every waking minute preparing for it and were eager to show off your class. Everything was going off without a hitch as you stood at the side watching your class. Liliana had a little solo which she absolutely killed. You nervously peered out into the crowd to gauge the parents’ reactions. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and smiling along with the music. Your gaze suddenly caught Mr. Morales sitting on the edge of an aisle near the front, looking more handsome than ever. His hair and beard are still styled perfectly, wearing a navy knit sweater and khakis. Your eyebrows perked up as you noticed a bulge in his pants with the way he was sitting, widespread so he could rest his left leg in the aisle. All of a sudden, the music stopped, and your class was taking their bow. You shook your head straight and clapped along with the crowd.

The show finally came to a close and you stood in the hallway, saying your goodbyes to the students and parents. A hand tapped your elbow and you turned to meet eyes with Mr. Morales. He looked you up and down, seemingly pleased in the red silk blouse, black pencil skirt and heels you had put together from the selection he gave you.

“Hey darlin, that was a great show.” he said nervously.

You grinned at him, “Thank you, Liliana really stole the show. Where is she?” You asked as you scanned his sides to see his daughter was nowhere to be seen.

“She’s left with my mom; she promised her she’d take her out for ice cream after the show. No boys allowed is what I was greeted with when I asked to join.” He laughed, waving his hands slightly with his story. You giggled along.

He suddenly looked even more nervous than when you had challenged him about the gifts, “It’s kind of noisy over here do you mind if we go for a quick walk?” Pointing in the direction of the classrooms.

Unsure, but entranced, you followed. You couldn’t even feel your feet moving, they just seemed to know where to go.

You walked slowly together, not speaking until you had finally rounded the corner.

Desperate to break the silence that was held together by the utter sexual tension you were trying your best to ignore, you asked, “Is everything okay, Mr. Morales?”

He rubbed his chin with his palm and tried to look at you, “Yes, sweetheart everything, everything’s fine. I just, wanted to tell you that I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you and uh, listening to Liliana talk about you every night.”

Your chest grew red, “That’s great, I really like talking to you too Mr. Morales.”

He waved his hand causally, “Please, you don’t need to call me Mr. Morales. That makes me feel old.” He laughed nervously.

“Oh, yeah that’s fine. Francisco, right?” You asked, still trying to keep up with him as he seemed to have a destination in mind considering the pace he had set.

“Uh- yeah, yeah that’s fine.” He smiled and you nodded.

He finally came to a stop in front of your classroom, you were so entranced you hadn’t noticed this is where he was leading you. He shifted towards the door and turned the handle. You were somewhat confused as your door was locked when you left that day. Hesitantly, you walked past him into your room.

Your mouth fell open as you looked at your desk, it had a large bouquet of roses on it and sitting in front of the roses was a shiny white cushion Chanel purse.

You stopped in your tracks, “Mr. – uh, Francisco what the hell is all this?”

He closed the door behind him and took a few steps over to you, “Just a Christmas gift.”

You spun in your spot, “A Christmas gift? Really you are just too much.” You protested, part of you completely flattered and a part of you concerned.

He stepped closer still, until your bodies were just inches away from each other. Your breath was labored, and you couldn’t see straight. It wasn’t until he pointed up at the ceiling that you finally were able to focus your eyes.

A mistletoe. There was a mistletoe hanging perfectly from the ceiling above you. Your gaze dropped back to his face. He was looking intently at you, scanning every piece of you. His eyes dropped to your mouth, and you felt yourself lean in. He quickly closed the gap and met your lips with his.

His hands found themselves on your waist as you cautiously rested yours on his arms. The kiss was deep but soft, it held emotions from months and months ago and released a pain you didn’t know you were carrying.

You finally pulled yourself back, remembering the consequences of your actions. “I really, shouldn’t be doing this.” You whispered to him.

He looked down at you softly, “Why not? I know you’ve been feeling the way I’ve been feeling all this time. Why not let yourself embrace it?”

Your chest flushed and you released yourself from his grip, “Because, I would lose my job if anyone found out about, about- all of this. The gifts, the kiss. I am not supposed to be doing anything like this with a parent.” You sounded flustered now, your head spinning for all new reasons.

“What if you didn’t need your job?” He asked, trying to follow you in your steps.

You looked at him puzzled, “What do you mean what if I didn’t need my job? Of course I need my job, and I can’t find anything that will pay more in the state.”

His voice turned deeper and his eyes darkened, “What if you didn’t need your job because I would take care of you.”

Taken aback, you can barely stutter out, “What?”

He steps further into you, “What if, we gave this a real shot, and I took care of you. Because I can. Because I want to. You don’t need to move in with me or anything, but I would pay for your apartment until we got to that point. I like you hermosa. I care about you, and I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I know I’m older than you, but I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life, spoiling you and giving you the life you deserve.”

All you could hear once he stopped speaking was your heartbeat, it was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was asking you to quit your job to date him and let him shower you with gifts and love. A beautiful could be stepdaughter that you’ve grown to care so much for. It all seemed too good to be true.

He held your shoulders in his big, strong hands. “One day. Give me one day to show you what your life could be like with me. And if you hate me at the end of it, you’ll never hear a damn word out of me. But just give me one day. Please.”

Something broke inside you, your resolve was gone. You wanted nothing more than to throw your shaking body into his arms and kiss him feverishly. Right now, though, all you could muster was a quiet okay.

He nodded, “Liliana is at her moms on Christmas day, and I know you aren’t going to see any family. So please, spend the day with me and I promise I’ll make it one you’ll never forget.”

“Okay, let’s do it.” You said, trying to be confident.

He beamed, reaching around you to grab the flowers and bag as you shuffled slowly towards the door.

You looked back at him, “How did you do all this anyway?” pointing up at the mistletoe.

He chuckled, “Had to give the custodian a hundred bucks.” He said with a wink.

Christmas day.

This used to be your favourite holiday growing up. You were always surrounded by family and food. The gifts were sparce, due to your dad being on disability from an injury and your mom doing her best to keep everything together. But that never bothered you, until you would see your friends at school, and they would talk about the heaps of toys they received from Santa. Still, you had a wonderful family and that filled your heart as much as it could. You normally go visit your parents for Christmas back home in Florida, but you had saved for the last 6 years to get them a cruise and Christmas was the only time your mom could get off work. You were all prepared to spend the day in your pjs, watching movies and making cookies. Your plans were abruptly changed though, by the man who had all but begged you to go on a luxurious date with him. You figured your circumstances can’t be so bad.

You looked around your apartment, thinking about what this day could bring. If all goes well, you’d be quitting your job after the semester is done in a month and letting yourself fall into a serious relationship. All your time will be spent figuring out if you love this man. Could you? Do you? It was all so confusing, but thankfully he shouldn’t be around for a few more hours so now you just needed to finish your bowl of mac and cheese you reheated for lunch and figure out what to wear.

The bowl had just hit the sink when a knock came at your door. You looked at the clock on the microwave puzzled, once again why was someone here, you thought. Last time you had an unexpected guest, she came with a hoard of gifts, so you weren’t totally nervous this time around.

Your door swung open, and you gasped when you saw Francisco on the other side. He was fully dressed in black dress shoes, black pants with a matching blazer and a deep green button down. You swiftly looked down at yourself; a mismatched pajama set and your damn slippers.

“Hi.” You sputtered out.

He smiled, “Hey hermosa,” he stepped in and kissed your cheek before walking into your apartment.

Closing the door behind you, you ask “Isn’t our date not until later?”

He nodded, “Yes, but you still needed to get ready for the date, right?”

“Right.” You shrugged, looking down at your clothes.

“Right, so let’s go. Grab your new purse and your phone. You shouldn’t need anything else. I’m just going to use your washroom really quick, and we’ll go.” he nodded towards the other side of your apartment.

He disappeared into the hallway that led to your bedroom and bathroom, and you looked around stunned. Okay, you thought, let’s just go with the flow. You’re sure he has a plan for all this. You kicked off your slippers and slid on some boots, stuffing your phone into your purse.

He returned, adjusting his jacket, and smiles at you. “You look beautiful by the way.” He gives you a gentle kiss before grabbing the door.

You scoff at his probable joke, but follow him, nonetheless.

When you get downstairs, you’re met with a vintage Ford Mustang sitting in front of your apartment building. He stepped forward and opened the door for you before taking your hand and helping you ease down into the car.

He joined you inside and fired up the engine, pulling onto the not so busy street considering it was Christmas.

“Where are we going anyway? I’m hardly dressed for whatever occasion you have planned.”

He glances over at you with a knowing smirk, “You know I can’t tell you that sweetheart. Don’t want to ruin the surprises. And actually, you look perfect for where we are going.”

The car finally came to a halt in front of a luxury salon that you’ve only dreamed of going to.

You gasped, “What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see.” He winks as he gets out of the car and rounds the front of it to open your door. He then leads you hand in hand to the entrance.

“I don’t think they’re open it’s Christmas.” You said nervously.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I made special arrangements.”

He flung the unlocked door open and gestured to you inside. You were met with a beautiful salon that had antique mirrors and beautiful light pink chairs. A woman with black hair and all black outfit was sitting at the desk and greeted you with a kind smile.

“Merry Christmas Maria, how are you? You know I owe you for this one, right?” Francisco asked, leaning on the desk.

She smiled up to him, “I’m good, and yes yes you do. Ms. if you’d like to follow me, we’ll get started.”

Your eyes widen at Francisco, but he nods to assure you it’s okay.

A few minutes later you emerge from the back in a silk pink robe and the softest slippers you’ve ever felt in your life. He was waiting patiently in one of the salon chairs. You then spent the next few hours getting your nails painted, your makeup and hair done. All the while, sipping champagne, eating chocolate covered strawberries and chatting with Francisco. He didn’t leave your side even once. Constantly complimenting you and grabbing your hand to pepper kisses on it whenever Maria wasn’t looking. He made you laugh so hard your chest hurt and you got a brief scolding from her to keep still, which earned you a juvenile look from Francisco.

“Alright, I think you’re ready to get dressed. What do you think Mr. Morales?” she looked to him after finishing up your hair.

“She’s breathtaking.” he said under his breath but still loud enough for you both to hear.

You blushed and rose from the chair to follow Maria to a back area where there was a curtained changing room with a large mirror in it. The curtains swung closed behind you before you could notice the hangers on the wall. There was a long black evening dress, a pair of black heels and a woven trench coat. You stepped forward to admire the dress, it was strapless and had a slit down the left front of it. It was simple and elegant. You looked down at the bench where the shoes were and noticed a black box. Popping the top off it, your eyes widened when you were met with a strapless lace black bra and panties set. Your eyebrows popped up, realizing your date might not be as wholesome as you thought he was. He was a man after all. You held the bra in your hand loosely, and it created an ache in your core. Your mind drifted off to the thought of wearing this in front of him and he rubbing his hands all over you. Worshipping your body as you know he’d do. You finally snapped yourself out of it and got changed.

You took last look of yourself in the mirror and stuffed your clothes and shoes into the bag Maria had left for you. Grabbing the coat off the hanger you tip toed out of the curtains. When you emerged from the back Francisco was standing in the room still, he turned swiftly when he heard the sound of your heels on the hardwood floors.

He clapped his hand over his heart as you approached, and you smiled. “Be still my beating heart, you look amazing.” He grabbed your hand and spun you around before snapping you close to his chest.

You beamed up at him and offered a soft kiss, which he graciously accepted.  “Where to now Romeo?”

“Tsk tsk, always trying to ruin the surprises. Also, you have one more thing for this outfit.”

You looked at him puzzled as he opened his suit jacket and pulled out the Louis Vuitton bracelet box from the inside pocket. Your eyes widened with his sneakiness. “Where did you get that?”

“Swiped it from your dresser when I said I was in the bathroom.” He chuckled, before helping you clasp each bracelet on your wrists.

You both said your thanks to Maria and returned to his car.

The city swiftly disappeared, and you became very much aware of your whereabouts; you were headed to the airport.

Your stunned face must’ve stayed on you the entire time. Peppering Francisco with continuous, what’s and how’s. Until finally you found yourself walking on the tarmac towards a private helicopter, owned by him of course.

He got you up and settled into the passenger seat when you suddenly looked confused. “Wait where are you gonna sit?”

He winked at you, “Don’t worry I’m right here with you sweetheart.” As he climbed into the pilot’s seat. You watched in awe as he got his headset on and got the helicopter ready for flight. He signaled to the tower that he was ready to go and steadily pulled off the ground. You grabbed his thigh with your hand as you tried to calm your nerves.

The two of you toured around the city, the sun was slowly setting as you made your way into the countryside. He pointed out a golf course in the distance and you noticed a helicopter pad near the greens. He set the helicopter down effortlessly and got you both set to get out. He hopped out the door and reached up to take you by the waist to carry you down to the ground.

You walked hand in hand towards the building where a man was waiting, he gestured you both to follow inside. Once inside, you were taken to a stunning ballroom. It had high ceilings with chandeliers situated in multiple spots. Every surface was adorned with Christmas lights and tall ten-foot decorated trees stood in each corner of the room. There was a single table with roses by the far wall with a fireplace. Simple orchestrated music sounded through the speakers and Fransisco pulled your chair out for you as you sat down.

“I honestly can’t believe you’ve done all this; it feels like a fairytale.” You gushed as he poured you a glass of wine.

He smiled at you, “Well hermosa, I just wanted to take today to treat you how you have always deserved to be treated. I didn’t come from money and I know you didn’t either. But one thing I’ve learned is that if you can spoil someone, you should. If you can use physical things to show someone how much you care about them, then you can. It doesn’t need to be this materialistic thing, and I knew from the beginning that, that none of this would matter if you didn’t have feelings for me too.”

You nodded intently with him, “I do, I really do have feelings for you Francisco. I- I don’t know what it is but I’m just so attracted to you in every way I know that I’m supposed to be.”

Smiles radiating off of each other, a waiter approached with a silver plate with a matching covering on top.

“For the lady.” He said, pulling back the top, to reveal a Tiffany jewelry box.

You gasped and looked at Francisco who was beaming at you. The waiter took the box and handed it to Francisco before leaving.

“I know, I know. I’m too much, you’re gonna say.” You smiled at him, holding your hands to your chest. “But I think too much is better than not enough so, I got you one more thing tonight to truly complete the beautiful look you you’ve got going on right now.” He popped the box open and pulled out a gold and diamond necklace.

Your face dropped as he rose from his seat. You held your hair up as he reached around your body, clicking it in place and letting it fall comfortably on your chest. You set your hair down and ran your hands along the jewelry.

“Thank you, this really is amazing. I wish I could do something to repay all your generosity.”

“Your smile is payment enough hermosa.”

Your heart warmed and you reached your hand across the table to take his. He pulled it up and pressed a firm kiss to your knuckles.

The waiter returned with the beautiful Christmas dinner. Fit with roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, veggies, and you ate and laughed together. Everything was delicious you and thought about how this could be your life every day. You could sip wine and eat amazing food with a deliriously sweet man and his beautiful daughter.

Your plates have been cleared and you took a deep breath, looking at him earnestly.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked.

You huffed, “I just, I like you I do. I really do. But I feel like I need to know more about what the future would hold if we were to take this step.”

He nodded, “Do you have any questions in mind?”

Leaning on the table you tapped your fingers to your chin, running through all the possibilities the next 30 years could hold should you end up together. “Do you want any more kids?” You ask.

“No, I think I’m past that. Do you?” he asked, slightly nervous.

You shook your head, “No, I like kids, I mean I have to for my job. But I don’t really need any of my own. But I love Liliana, don’t think I wouldn’t be so so happy to be a part of her life.”

He smiled and nodded.

“When do you think you are going to retire?” You asked, sipping from your wine.

“Well, I can technically do that anytime, but probably in less than 10 years. I do enjoy getting out and having a routine still.” He stretched into his seat as he could tell this could take a while.

You bounced questions back and forth to one another for a while, and continued to be surprised by how well your lives could actually line up with one another. There was just one thing that you couldn’t get off your mind.

“Okay, last question because I think it’s gonna be a doozy.” He nodded, leaning his elbows on the table so he could listen more intently to you. “You never told me what you did before you had this company, or really any stories from before that or before Liliana was born. Why is that?” Your voice grew quieter with each word, fearful of what he may say.

His head dipped slightly, and he rubbed his chin with his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as you awaited his response.

“So, I grew up here in Texas, didn’t have a lot of money so the only real career prospects I had was in the military. I enlisted right out of high school. Spent the next, 15 years I guess as a pilot for special forces. Got out, circumstances changed, had to get back in and then the money I received as payment for a final job allowed me to buy that company. It allowed me to set myself, and my daughter, up for a good life. I didn’t do the best things to get that money, but it has been worth it, so far at least.” His eyes looked sad, he was suddenly nothing like the suave and confident man that had strutted into your classroom all those months ago.

He looked at you like you may completely disappear on him; he reached his hand out, “Sweetheart, talk to me. Please.”

You looked at his hand, taking in everything he just told you. He was such a kind man and had treated you so well in every way possible. He clearly had some broken pieces of himself still inside, but who’s to say you’re not the one to mend those pieces.

Just as he was about to give up hope and pull his hand back, you leapt from your seat and rushed to his side. He quickly followed your lead and stood up to you. Your eyes met his with an intense heat, you looked down at his lips and lunged yourself forward into him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you flung yours around his neck. His tongue pecked at your lips, and you gladly opened them to allow yourselves to deepen and lick your tongues against each other’s. He pulled his mouth free and rested his forehead against yours.

“Are we doin’ this sweetheart?” he asks, breathing deeply.

You swallowed hard, and then nodded your head against his.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen grew on his face and he latched himself back onto you with a passionate moan.

 He took you back to his place and you ended up in the living room, still dressed to the nines with champagne and chocolate cake. He had undone the top buttons of his dress shirt, exposing his chest. You drank your champagne and stared at his skin, trying desperately not to reach out and touch it. At this point, you’d had not just a little bit, but a lot a bit of champagne and were really feeling it in your core. Even as he sat before you, explaining what he does on an average day in the office or on a site, you nodded as if you were paying attention, but not a single word was entering your ears as you noticed again how broad his shoulders were.

“So, my head contractor Mike, he,”

“You look comfortable.” You blurted out, taking him by surprise. He looked at you confused, you pointed lazily to his chest, to which he looked down and huffed out a laugh.

“Oh, yeah. Hope you don’t mind.” He said with a wink, noticing how your eyes stayed still on his exposed skin. “Are you comfortable or would you like me to find you something to wear?”

You popped your eyebrows up at his question, “Yeah, fuck. That would be great I’d love to get out of this thing.” You downed the rest of your champagne and stood up from the couch.

He followed your lead and grabbed your hand. You went up behind him on the staircase in the entry way to the bedrooms.

The hallway had doors on doors on doors. You followed him to the one at the very end of the hallway and gasped as he swung it open. The bed was definitely a California King and had a fluffy cream comforter on it with a few pillows scattered on top. The walls had paintings of planes and helicopters, a little out of place from the rest of the house, but more his style. You nearly tripped when you ran to the right side of the room and poked your head into the huge closet. It was only half full of his suits and dress shirts, some jeans stacked neatly on top of the dresser.

“Holy shit, I wanna live in this closet.” You exclaimed.

He laughed, “Well, there’s plenty of room still in there for ya.”

You looked back at him, remembering why you wanted to come up here in the first place. It was not to figure out how to organize your shoes in the closet that’s for sure.

Swaying your hips you returned to him standing near the bed. “Can you get my zipper for me?”

He swallowed deeply, looking you up and down. “I think I can manage.”

With a shit eating grin on your face, you turned and moved your hair off your back, collecting it in your hands.

You felt his warm hands touch the top of your back and you shivered at the feeling. Then, your zipper could be felt slowly making its way down until it hit the bottom, just above your ass.

You turned coyly, keeping the dress up by holding it to your breasts. He stood looking down at you, eyes darkening, waiting. You slowly pulled your hands free from the material and helped it shrug down your body, finally stepping out of it.

He took a step back, admiring your body in the lingerie that had been set out for you. “Damn it hermosa, you’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”

You snickered, reaching out, you grabbed his suit jacket and pulled him back to you, peeling the jacket off his shoulders. He threw it to the side and tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. You popped your eyebrows up and leaned in for a kiss. You made quick work unbuttoning his shirt as your tongue swept around his mouth. Undoing the last button, he pulled it off his shoulder and past his wrists. You ran your hands down his bare chest and started nipping at his jaw. He smiled into you, caressing your body with his hands before swiftly pulling you up into his arms. You giggled and wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning down to plant a kiss on his open mouth. He turned towards the bed and threw you down onto it. You landed with a laugh and winked at him, making a come here signal with your finger.

He smirked and climbed onto the bed on top of you, slotting one of his thighs between your legs. Desperately lapping each other up you could’ve kissed for hours, but he had better plans for you.

Kissing your neck slowly he moved down your body to your breasts, pulling at the fabric of the bra and allowing one of them to fall out. He grunted lowly before latching on. Biting and swirling your nipple in his mouth, you moaned loudly, and he slid a hand under your back, pulling you up so your aching core was rubbing against his thigh. Your nipple popped out of his mouth, and he looked at you with hungry eyes. You leaned forward to slip your hands under your back and unclasp the bra, throwing it who knows where.

His mouth continued down until it reached the top of your panties grabbing them ferociously with his teeth. His hands took them swiftly and yanked the material down your legs. He stood above you, basking in your bare body and dripping core.

“Fuck me.” Francisco hummed to himself.

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” You replied, giving him a smirk.

Biting his lip he looked down at your pussy, and fell to his stomach to line his mouth up with your entrance. You let out a desperate moan as he slipped his tongue between your folds and licked up into your clit. His technique was incredible, completely undoing you in minutes. Sucking and licking with precision. You were so wet that sounds coming off his tongue were intoxicating.

“Just like that baby, fuck- yes don’t stop, Franc-,” you moaned, hands reaching back to grab the pillow behind you.

With a few more swipes from his tongue and a nudge at your clit from his nose you fell undone under him. Your moan shocked even you and his face never wavered as he let you ride it out on his tongue.

You finally felt your head stop spinning, thinking he would be done when you felt him double down. Your back arched as his two fingers slid inside your dripping pussy. He curled his one finger inside, flicking it out onto your clit while he kissed your thigh. You grabbed the chocolate curls on his head and whined. You didn’t think it could get any better when all of sudden both of hands came to your core and with a finger hooked in you on either side, pulled your sore pussy open to allow his tongue entrance. You felt his warm tongue in parts of you that you never knew one could reach and instantly cried out as your next orgasm not only flowed through you, but all over his face. You squirted on his tongue and beard as he still let you ride out your high.

Coming to a still, you tried to regulate your breathing. He pulled himself up from you and wiped his mouth with his hand, smirking at you. You rose as quickly as your trembling legs would let you onto your knees and licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. Grabbing his belt, you undid it and pulled it free before unbuttoning his pants and motioning for him to take them off.

Francisco backed off the bed and pulled his pants, boxers and socks off before returning to you. Your eyes widened not only at the length but the girth he had. He was the biggest you had ever seen in person. You took his length in your hand and offered a few casual strokes, earning a groan from him. In one fell swoop he grabbed your thighs and threw you back on the bed, head hitting the pillows behind you. He laid down between your open thighs and rubbed them.

“Do you have any condoms?” You asked.

“Well, I actually got a vasectomy a few years back and I’m clean so unless,” he replied, gauging your response.

You nodded, “Yeah I’m clean too.”

He smiled and leaned down, pecking your lips with a feverish kiss.

Grabbing his length, he lines up with your entrance before slowly pushing into you. You grab his shoulders to sturdy yourself as the stretch overtakes you. It both burns and feels amazing at the same time. He pushes the rest of himself into your aching pussy and looks at you with heat filled eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so tight hermosa. Feels s’fucking good.”

You nod as he starts moving his hips into yours. You grunt as he picks up the pace, rocking deep into you. “Ugh b-baby.”

He huffs, “Is that really what you wanna call me?”

You looked at him puzzled.

Smiling he says, “You, know. I know that nick name the teachers gave me.” Your eyebrows popped up, “Daddy Morales? You ever called me that?”

Smirking, you shake your head, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sensations building inside you.

“Maybe I want you to call me that, huh?”

“Want me to call you daddy?” you ask with a devilish grin.

He looks down at your body beneath him as he rocks deep into you. “Yeah, I do, I really do.”

You reach your body up and whisper in his ear, “Make me want to.” Nipping his ear with your teeth you laid your body back down and rolled your hands on his chest.

He let out a deep growl and pulled out of you. He flipped you over onto your stomach and slotted your legs together, situating himself with his thighs on either side of you. His hands slid beneath your hips and tugged them up, so your ass was slanted, exposing your already puffy pussy from between your legs. He slid back inside you and squeezed your ass.

The force he had from behind was insatiable, pounding insensately into you. The bracelets and necklace that you still wore banged against your skin with the movement. You felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten again as the over stimulation washed over you. He slapped your ass sharply and you let out a moan. A few more deep plunges and you were launched into your third orgasm.

You grabbed the sheets beneath you and screamed, “Oh fuck daddy yes! Ugh, daddy fuck me!”

He grunted and spilled himself inside you, swelling to an unimaginably bigger size, causing your orgasm to linger and spin your head until you both fell exhausted.

Panting on your shoulder, he let out a huffed laugh, “Fuck, that was so fucking hot.”

He pulled himself out of you and you whimpered at the emptiness you suddenly felt. You did your best to catch your breath and slink out of the bed, grabbing the tossed aside panties and retreating to the ensuite on the opposite side of the room from then the closet.

When you returned, Francisco was lying in bed with his bare chest still out, resting his arm over his eyes. You smiled and jumped onto the bed before sliding under the covers and resting your head on him.

He hummed, “That was really something sweetheart. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of that.”

Giggling to yourself, you replied, “Yeah, I think you’re pretty much stuck with me now. I don’t think I can find head like that anywhere else.”

He grinned and squeezed your shoulder with his hand, still smelling slightly like you.

“Alright, let’s get some shut eye. I’m a lot older than you and it is way past my bedtime.”

You swatted at him playfully but leaned into him to rest your eyes.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.” He said, planting a loving kiss to your head.

“Merry Christmas daddy.”

February came and you had officially left your job. A part of you was sad, but that didn’t last long as you spent more and more time with Francisco and Liliana over the last month and grew even closer to them. In celebration of your relationship being official, he rented a box at the Dallas Stars hockey game the first Saturday after your exit from Long Horn Academy.

You were waiting patiently in your apartment for him to arrive when you felt a buzz in your pocket and his name light up with a “here” text. You were wearing leggings, Converse, a simple hoodie and you threw a denim jacket over top as you left. Your Chanel purse draped over your shoulder of course.

Your eyes were met with a blinding light as you stepped into the parking lot of your apartment building. You looked around confused, as you didn’t see his Mustang anywhere. You were about to reach into your hoodie pocket for your phone when you heard a honk and glanced up. There was a passenger side window rolled down of a cherry red Range Rover over to your right, with a certain someone waiving you over.

Leaning into the window you asked, “Who’s is this?

“It’s yours hermosa.” he said confidently.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“Get in.” He nodded to you.

Your mouth fell open as you climbed in and looked around at the stunning leather interior.

Francisco was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt with white running shoes, by far one of the most casual outfits you’ve ever seen him in.

You reached over and hugged him. “Thank you, this is amazing Francisco baby.”

He smiled, “You know, I know I told you Mr. Morales makes me feel old, but to be honest hermosa. Francisco makes me feel REALLY old.” He said with a chuckle.

You looked taken aback but smirked, “Okay, well now what am I supposed to call you?”

He glanced into the back seat and reached his right arm back. You watched as he pulled a baseball hat with a Standard Oil logo laden across the front and popped it firmly on his head, “Just call me Frankie.” 

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Benny Miller- Sugar Daddy edition

Chapter One!

Summary: Your gym crush becomes unmanageable when he is suddenly thrust upon you as your new boxing trainer. After a drunken hook up at a night club opening, you begin to explore your feelings as you continue to learn new and exciting things about him.

About: Continuation of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection. See Frankie’s story or original teaser post for more information.

Characters- Kayla and Tasha are undescribed, so you can imagine them as your own friend group.

Chapter Warning: 18 + minors, DNI, age difference, reader is early 20s, Benny is late 30s, swearing, alcohol, violence (boxing), making out, grinding (dancing)

Chapter Word Count: 4k+

“Duck!”

Your attention suddenly turns to the padded boxing glove coming right at your face, it collides just seconds later with your right cheek, sending you bent over onto the boxing ring mat.

“Ooo, that looks like it hurt.” Your friend Kayla mutters into her fist, leaning on the ropes of the ring.

An outstretched hand reaches down to pull you back up, you accept it begrudgingly, knowing it was your own damn fault you ended up down here.

Your face was met with your trainer, Carlos when you stood up straight. He was in his forties, but you’d never know. He had short black hair and a stiff jaw, his arms adorned with tattoos. He had been training you for a while now and offered a sort of big brother relationship you hadn’t had before.

“What’s with you? Your attention has been all over the place tonight.” he said, peeling off his gloves.

You looked down at the mat embarrassed, “I don’t know, just got distracted. Come on we don’t have to stop; I promise I’m in it.” Bouncing on your feet you tried to engage him again while the throbbing in your cheek started to grow.

Shaking his head, he replied, “I’m not trying to hurt you, we’ll stop here, and you can do some cardio.” He collected the rest of his training supplies in his bag and stepped out of the ring.

Slumping your shoulders forward, you walked over to the corner where Kayla was leaning on the ropes, standing on the floor below the ring to take off your gloves.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

You shrugged, “It was nothing, I just lost focus for fucking what, two seconds? It happens.” But that wasn’t the truth, the truth was that you were distracted by him again.

You don’t even know his name, just see him in the gym all the time, either working out or training other boxers. You sipped from your water as you casually peered over to the other side of the gym to the mirrored wall. He was standing in front of it lifting weights.

Tall, dirty blonde hair, muscles flexing out of his Army t-shirt, a bit of scruff and the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He had a tattoo of an army man on his right shoulder that made you swoon. He was so handsome it made your core ache just watching him lift weights.

You couldn’t even fathom the idea of talking to him. Just looking at him made your knees weak. You imagine to yourself how easily he could throw you around with those big strong arms, and how badly you wanted to run your fingers through his hair.

Once again, you and Kayla found yourselves at the gym down the road from the University of Kentucky. They had an agreement where students got free membership, so you only had to pay for the training. The room had dark green paint and motivational sayings all over the walls. It was part of a big organization, but the employees worked really hard to make it a personal experience. There was a long wall of mirrors with weights for people to lift facing and every exercise machine you could possibly think of. You both made your way to the far back corner where a boxing ring is set up.

You tossed your gym bag up onto the mat and climbed in, adjusting your sneakers before standing up and placing your bag on the stool in the corner. You glanced around the room, looking for nothing really, you knew you wouldn’t see him here today as you had somewhat learned his routine, but you couldn’t help but hope you might catch a glimpse of his t-shirt being pulled tight across his chest.

“You know you should really just talk to him.” Kayla said pointedly, fiddling with your roll of athletic tape that you tossed on the mat as you tried to collect your things.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her, “Who?”

She rolled her eyes, “The hunky guy you’ve been staring at for months.”

“Oh, you uh- noticed that?” You ran your hand through your ponytail and leaned on the ropes so you could speak quieter to her.

Nodding, she replied, “Mhmm, and I really think you should take a shot.”

“Girl, have you seen him? How old would you think he is?” You jousted back at her, growing frustrated by her intrusion.

She pursed her lips and smiled, “Well, if this were One Tree Hill I’d say he’s old enough to be your dad-,”

“Exactly, fuck.” You exclaimed.

“Which, is pretty hot if you ask me.” She smirked.

You leaned forward and grabbed the tape from her. Ripping off a piece and strategically wrapping it around your knuckles you commented, “It’s a good thing I didn’t ask you then, did I?”

She scrunched her nose and gave you a smug look, to which you flipped her off.

“Hey, I’m just saying, you and Mike have been broken up for 4 months, your grieving period is over and now it’s time for you to have some fun. Like having a dirty, depraved hookup with a guy you have no business being with. Like that guy I hooked up with after the St. Patrick’s Day party.”

You rolled your eyes, “If that guy is the standard I’m looking for I think I’m happy being celibate.”

“Hey, he was cute!” She swatted your leg through the ropes.

You nudged your leg back at her, “He had a handlebar mustache and was wearing cut off jean shorts so don’t even start with me.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing your own workout? You don’t have to spend your whole time here watching me train.”

She hummed, “Yeahhhh, but it’s also more fun to bug you. Plus, I’m not really here for the whole exercise thing, just for the eye candy.” She said as she scanned the gym intently.

You giggled to yourself as you finished putting together your tape and gloves.

Suddenly her eyes widened and reached back to swat your leg again, “Speaking of eye candy.”

You followed her gaze and saw none other than your crush talking to the receptionist at the entry way. You bent down, “What the fuck is he doing here today? He never comes on Fridays!”

She shook her head, “I don’t know, but- um he’s walking in this direction.” She quickly turned her back to him and gave you a shocked expression.

“What!” You quietly exclaimed. “No, no, no why is he coming over here?”

She waved her arms casually, “Just calm down, no need to panic. He probably just needs something in this general area. No reason to think he’s coming over here.” You nodded, shifting your gaze to find that he was still on a path towards the ring. “But I mean if he was coming over here. You could finally talk to him.”

“Not happening! I am perfectly content staring at him from a distance and imaging what his bicep would taste like thank you very much.” She giggled at the mental image you just tossed into her head.

You glanced above her head and realized he was definitely walking towards the ring and was now trying to make eye contact with you. You muttered to Kayla, “No, no, no, no, no-,”

“Hey.” he said with a wave as he reached the outside of the ring beside Kayla. He was wearing a grey Under Armour t-shirt that was so tight the arms sat snuggly on his biceps, with navy gym shorts and running shoes.

You flung up straight, “Hi.” Kayla gave you a little thumbs up from the side of her body he couldn’t see.

He tossed his bag through the ropes and climbed up, “You must be Carlos’ 4 o’clock?”

Nodding, you hummed, “Yep.” Slowly backing into the corner of the ring.

“Great, I’m Benny. So, uh- bad news. Carlos had to go home to Honduras for a family emergency, he’ll be gone for a few weeks at least. So, I promised I would take over his sessions until he returns.”

Your eyes widened; he’d be training you? Oh no, this is not good you thought. “Oh, sorry to hear about Carlos. That sounds like a lot to take on, don’t you have your own clients? I could always just take a few weeks off.” You said brazenly, trying not to be too flustered.

He shook his head, “No, no it’s fine I promise.” His smile was so bright you could’ve melted under its shine. “I’m happy to help, I just had a client transfer to a different gym anyway, so I’ve got the time.”

“Really? Because that seems like a lot to take on.” You choked out.

“I’ve got the time.” he stated, resting his hands on his hips, and grinning at your flustered state.

Kayla chirped in from below you, “He’s got the time.”

You glared down at her, and she winked.

Clapping his hands together he began putting his boxing mitts on. You feigned a smiled and turned to Kayla who was still beaming from the interaction.

You chugged your water, your mouth had gone completely dry during the interaction and finally stepped towards the center of the ring.

After getting himself prepped he met you there. “So, Carlos said you’re not training for professional fighting, just for exercise, right?”

Nodding, you pulled your lips tight. “Yep.”

“What got you interested in boxing?” He asked.

You shifted your stance, “Um, just uh- wanted to be more active and I find the machines boring.” You lied through your teeth.

He nodded, “Alright well let’s see what you got.”

The hour was excruciating. Both from the work out, and from how your heart ached even more for him. The entire time he was nice and understanding and not at all condescending like some of the other trainers who had stepped in for Carlos. He has an enthusiasm about him that finally broke your resolve and made you laugh and smile throughout. You felt the want to impress him and really started focusing on the skills you had learned over the last few months. You bounced around the mat ducking his advances until you finally planted a jab into his gut.

He let out a grunt and slapped his glove onto his stomach, “Oof! Damn girl, that was sneaky. Talk about float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. You look like a bunny bouncing around on the toes.”

You smirked and knocked your gloves against his to close the session. “Thanks, you’re a good teacher.”

He removed his one glove to toss his hair back that had gotten sweaty during the session and was sticking to his forehead. You held your gaze far longer than you should have.

Benny collected his bag and turned to you, “That’s all I got for today, I’ll see you on Monday Bunny.”

“Okay, see you.” You smiled shyly. He offered you a large grin and nodded to Kayla as he exited the ring.

Once he was far enough away you fell to the mat and sat with your knees bent, leaning against the corner.

“Awwww, Benny and Bunny!” Kayla mewled.

You huffed, “Fuck, he’s got a lot of energy. I’m exhausted. He’s like a golden retriever. Just keeps going and going.” You panted.

Kayla leaned forward, “Yeah, can we keep him?” She had shit eating grin on her face and popped her eyebrows up and down.

“Fuck, no. I don’t need another dog.” You smirked.

She looked confused, “What other dog do you have?”

“You, ya fucking mutt.” You nudged her and her mouth gapped with a sarcastically hurt look on her face. “You’re enough to take care of, trust me.”

She shook her head, “Well, I think once Carlos is back you should see if he wants to go out.”

When Carlos gets back. Huh, you thought to yourself. You loved working with him, but Benny was something else. You almost didn’t want to lose your 3 hours a week where you would have his undivided attention.

The following Friday was your fourth session with Benny, each one better than the last. He was fun and bubbly and dare you say flirtatious. Even Kayla saw and quite frankly could not shut up about it.

You had just finished up your session when Benny crossed back over the ring to your corner. “So, what do you lovely ladies have going on tonight? Friday night, any big parties?”

Kayla and you glanced at each other before you replied, “We’re gonna go to that club opening downtown actually with a few other friends.”

His eyes lit up, “Gators? Oh, sweet I’m going too.”

Your eyes widened, “Cool, well maybe we’ll see you there I guess.”

“See you later.” He beamed with excitement as he left the ring once again.

You groaned as you entered your apartment with Kayla, who was skipping behind you.

Your other roommate Tasha perked up from her place on the couch, noticing your disgruntled attitude and how you rested your head between your crossed arms on the kitchen island, Kayla shimmying her shoulders beside you. “What’s her problem?”

Kayla bounced in her spot, “Her hot trainer Benny is going to the same club opening tonight.”

You groaned louder into your arms, Tasha squinted her eyes and drew her eyebrows inward, “And that’s a bad thing because?”

Your head shot up and you replied exasperated, “Because he’s so, so hot, nice and funny.” You paused, biting your lip, Tasha staring at you waiting for the boot to drop, “But he’s older.”

“How much older?”

“At least fifteen years I’d guess.” You said, tucking your head back down.

Kayla scoffed, “Can you just not count yourself out before you’ve even started? Geeze, Mike really did a number on you. Remind me to kick his ass next time I see him.”

You huffed a laugh into your arms. She continued, “Just, put on something sexy, try to have fun tonight and if you see him, just be yourself. Whatever happens, happens.”

“You’re right, I’ll try to have fun.” You said, pulling your head up begrudgingly and exiting for your post work out shower.

Loud country music filled the room as crowds of people danced along. You glided through, holding hands with your friends as you all tried to find a place to settle before grabbing some drinks. The room was a pretty typical country bar; dance floor in the middle, wood and western style décor with a mechanical bull on the stage, a big painting of an alligator with a cowboy hat on it on the wall behind the DJ booth.

Upon finding an open tall table to stand at, you and your friends leaned against it and scanned the room, bobbing your head to the music. You had done your hair and makeup nicely and had put on a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that showed off your curves with short red cowboy boots.

Kayla leaned in, “Does anybody want a drink now?”

You nodded with Tasha and her friend Chris. “I’ll come with you. What do you want?”

Tasha and Chris gave you and Kayla their orders and cash. You and Kayla sifted through the hoards of people to the densely packed bar. Kayla squeezed her shoulders between two guys while you stood sturdily behind her, trying not to get knocked around.

Your eyes flicked around the buzzing room, looking for Benny. You weren’t sure if you would even talk to him if you found him, but it still made you nervous at the thought he might be here.

Kayla turned to you, grabbing your attention back and she handed you two drinks before reaching again for the others. You and she returned to your friends and started drinking and getting into the vibe of the club. Eventually you all made your way to the dance floor after the drinks had started flowing and you let yourself forget about Benny and just enjoy the night.

You and Tasha were dancing along to the music when you suddenly felt unfamiliar hands land on your hips from behind you. You turned your head and were met with a man, around your height and age, plaid shirt to match the theme of the club, a brown beard and mustache with green eyes. Not unattractive by any means but not your type. You kindly stepped out of his clutches and danced beside him, rolling your eyes at Tasha. The man seemingly unaware of your rejection, followed behind you, moving his hands to your waist again and situating himself closely behind you. You stopped your movement and grabbed his hands, pushing him off you.

Turning to him you bluntly said, “No thanks.”

He crowded you again, which caused you to raise your hands in a defensive manner, “Oh come on baby it’s just one dance.”

Your face could not show more annoyance, but before you were able to respond, a strong hand latched onto the man’s shoulder, spinning him in his spot. You glanced over his shoulder, your eyes widened when you spotted Benny looming over the man.

“She’s not interested man, get lost.” he said, still clutching the man’s shoulder. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, light washed jeans with a few intentional rips and square toe boots.

Benny’s stature and attitude clearly did the trick as the man nodded nervously and stepped aside, disappearing into the crowd.

“I guess I owe you a thank you.” You stated nervously.

He smiled, “Don’t, the only one thanking me should be him. I’ve seen your right hook, and he probably would prefer he goes home tonight with his nose intact.”

You grinned, looking around you. Tasha had apparently exited sometime during the incident, and you were left totally alone on a booming dance floor with your mysterious crush.

He leaned forward, “Wanna get a drink?”

His eyes were so light and inviting, you swallowed deeply, willing your nerves away and replied, “Sure.”

Taking your hand, he led you through the crowd to the bar. He easily captured the attention of the bartender and ordered the two of you shots. He turned to you handing you the second shot, he had a devilish grin on his face.

You looked down at the liquid, not recognizing the colouring. “What is this?” You yelled through the music, pointing to the shot glass in your hand.

“Tequila!” he replied, popping his eyebrows up and down and shimmying to the music.

Your eyes bulged, you hadn’t had tequila in a while and last time you did you made some unfavorable decisions. You looked back up at the handsome man in front of you, waiting excitedly for your acknowledgement that you wanted to do the shots with him. You took a deep breath and held it up for him to cheers with. His eyes lit up and clinked his glass against yours, both of you downing the burning liquid swiftly. You both let out a huff and laughed to one another.

“You wanna dance Bunny? I’ve already seen your moves in the ring, but I wanna see what you’ve got on the dance floor.” he asked, shimmying his shoulders towards you.

“Aren’t you here with anybody?” You ask.

He shook his head, “I came here with my brother cuz’ he’s in town visiting from New York, but he just ditched me like 20 minutes ago. Doesn’t like clubs anymore, he’s like really old.” He said with a wink.

You nodded, suddenly feeling the effects of the tequila as your body became warm. “Sure, why not!”

He took your hand again and returned to the dance floor. The two of you bounced back and forth from the dance floor to the bar for an hour. Downing shots and dancing along to the country music that played along with the rest of the crowd.

Midnight struck and the DJ announced they would be switching the music to a more night club vibe.

The room darkened and the lights flashed as vibrant hip hop music boomed through the speakers. The people cheered and started bumping about, effectively pushing you into Bennys chest. You let out a meek sorry and tried to separate yourself from him.

He looked down at you, leaning into your ear to speak, “Don’t be.”

You met his eyes, they were dark. You didn’t hesitate when he reached his arms around your back, bringing you closer and slanting his leg between yours. You instinctively brought your arms up and wrapped them around his neck as you both started swaying to the music. No words were spoken, but your bodies clung to one another like your lives depended on it. He had his hands grazing gently along your back and hips, following your movement as you lightly grinded on his leg. Your eyes never strayed, each of you staring into the other with a burning desire that felt so questioned at the same time. Should you, shouldn’t you passed through your mind on repeat. You would surely survive if you held your resolve and refused yourself in your want to fall into his body fully. You still had at least a week of training with him before Carlos returned, and even then, you would still have to see him at the gym multiple times a week. If he didn’t feel a spark, if he didn’t want you longer than a night, you may not survive the ache that would bring to your heart as you had gotten to know him more in the last week.

Kayla’s words rang through your eyes, “Don’t count yourself out before you’ve even started.” How were you to know this couldn’t be the start of something. Maybe he isn’t just some guy in his late thirties who likes to bang college girls. Perhaps he does feel what you feel, and perhaps the risk would be worth it in the end.

As you toyed with your own emotions, Benny seemed fully decided, flicking his eyes between yours and your lips. He readjusted his hold on you, bringing his hands together on the small of your back and squeezing slightly. You both leaned in and after a desperate breath of desire, slotted your mouths together in an aching kiss. Wasting no time, he licked at your mouth, begging for entry to deepen the kiss. You obliged and the two of you fell into each other, hands grabbing at hair and bare skin. The rest of the room disappeared, all you could hear was your heartbeat and the intense breathing between the two of you as you gasped for breath between kisses. You felt your core start that unbearable ache and need to be satisfied. You squirmed slightly, trying to get a bit of friction on his leg and release some of the tension you felt building.

After what felt like eternity and no time at all, you broke the kiss and looked up at him, chest heaving, “Wanna get out of here?” you asked, timidly.

He grinned, “Fuck yeah.”

Benny took your hand and led you out the club, you were quickly able to shoot a look at Kayla as you passed, to which she responded with a big cheer and a crude gesture.

When you emerged from the hazy club, the liquor you had both been consuming began to overtake you as you stumbled towards a cab Benny was somehow able to wave down between his own hiccupped laughs at your imbalance. You slid into the cab and chuckled to him as you gave the driver your apartment address and he mocked you for the way your words slurred.

Once the cab pulled off the curb and began the quick drive to your place, Benny was back on you like a cat on a mouse. You held his face in your hands and laughed between mouthfuls of each other. He pulled your leg up onto his lap and ran his hand up your thigh to squeeze your ass through your skimpy dress. His poor excuse for facial hair tickled your neck as he lapped up every inch of exposed skin he could find.

The cab finally pulled to a jolted stop in front of your apartment, Benny reached into his wallet and handed the driver some bills, as well as an apology for the misconduct that had occurred in the back seat. He guided you out of the car and shut the door behind you.

You took his hand and led him upstairs to your floor. Upon reaching your door you paused, looking to him, your uncertainty taking over you once again, “Are you sure you wanna come in? It’s okay, if you don’t. We can just blame this whole thing on a drunken mishap and-,”

Before you could finish your self-deprecating rambling, Benny crashed his mouth back into yours. He pushed your body into the front of the door with his own and held your jaw with his hands. You were taken aback but accepted that he did in fact want this as much as you did, so you lifted your hands up to his elbows and stayed in the moment with him.

He slowly pulled his mouth off yours with a slight pop, his lips were already swollen and eyes stary. “Are you gonna let me in or you gonna keep trying to convince yourself I don’t want this?”

You swallowed deeply, and nodded, turning your body from his grips so you could unlock the door. It swung open and you fell into your apartment, dragging Benny behind you by the neck of his t-shirt.

His eyes stayed on you the whole time, while you kicked off your shoes, while you put your purse on the counter, while you fumbled with the lamp in the living room to give some light to the space.

The air between the two of you was electric as you met in the middle of the room, bringing each other into one last kiss before you break and take his hand, leading him down the hallway to the bedrooms. He smiled to you as you opened your bedroom door and followed you in. You prompted him to pass you and then reached up onto the front of the door at the sign hanging there. You grabbed it and turned it over to read “Do not disturb”, before kicking the door closed with your foot.

Next chapter

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Benny Miller- Sugar Daddy edition

Chapter Two!

Summary: Your gym crush becomes unmanageable when he is suddenly thrust upon you as your new boxing trainer. After a drunken hook up at a night club opening, you begin to explore your feelings as you continue to learn new and exciting things about him.

About: Continuation of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection.

Characters- Kayla and Tasha are undescribed, so you can imagine them as your own friend group.

Chapter Warning: 18 + minors, DNI, age difference, reader is early 20s, Benny is late 30s, swearing, manipulative and toxic ex described, description of smut through memory

Chapter Word Count: 5k+

Light filtered into your bedroom, and you startled awake at the sound of something falling in the kitchen. You rubbed your throbbing head and pried your tired eyes open. They widened when you found Benny lying peacefully beside you, the events of last night quickly returning to your hungover head. Though, looking down at your naked form under the sheets, you have the feeling you may be forgetting something.

“Shit-,” you muttered to yourself as you racked your brain for more memories before realizing he was stirring. One eye peaking open to find you propped up on your elbows staring at him.

His mouth stretched into a grin, “Mornin’.”

You pulled your lips tight, “Morning, did you uh- did you sleep okay?” you asked, settling yourself back into the bed beside him.

He slid onto his side to face you, “Felt good while I was asleep, now not so much. How much tequila did we have last night?”

You nodded, his head must feel about as good as yours does right now, “A little more than doctor recommended I would say.”

Benny smirked, “Ah well, all in the name of a good night I guess.” He pulled his hand up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

Looking slightly bashful, you asked, “You had a good night then? With me I mean?” You pulled the covers closer to your chin in an effort to not feel as physically vulnerable as you were emotional right now.

“Of course,” he said with a smile. “I had a great time; I’d like to do it again sometime. But maybe after I actually take you out first.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “Really? You wanna go out, like on a date?” Your face looked skeptical, unsure how this could be true.

He nodded, “Yeah, I mean-,” He propped himself up to look down at you, his face turning more into a worried look as he met your gaze, “If you’d want that. I know I’m older than you so I don’t know if that’s something you’d actually be interested in but-,”

“I’d love to.” You said, this time interrupting his self-deprecation. 

He huffed out a little chuckle, “Alright well then, what are you doing tomorrow?”

You thought to yourself, “Um, nothing other than a study group from 1-3.”

“Okay well, do you wanna grab some dinner then? I know a great taco place if that’s your thing.” His eyes beamed with excitement; you couldn’t believe you ever doubted this man’s interest in you. He looked like you held the sun and stars in your hands.

Nodding you replied, “Yeah, yeah I’d like that a lot.” You leaned in and met his lips with a sweet kiss. “Um-, I’m just gonna go make a coffee. Feel free to stay if you want.”

Benny grinned, “I’d love to, but I should get going. My brother is probably wondering where I am. I’m just gonna order an uber and check my emails in here if that’s okay?” he asked, squeezing your thigh under the covers.

You nodded and dragged yourself from his clutches to throw on a t-shirt and sleep shorts before pulling the door open just a crack and slipping out.

Your head still pounded as your eyes adjusted to the lighting of the hallway. Rubbing your eyes you strode into the kitchen to suddenly halt at the sight of Kayla and Tasha sitting eagerly at the kitchen island with giant grins on their faces.

“Morning you little slut you.” Kayla squealed.

Rolling your eyes you waved them off and headed towards the cabinet to pull out your U of Kentucky mug. “Will you be quiet?” you whispered.

Tasha’s mouth gapped, “Is he still here?” She peered back into the hallway as if she would catch a glimpse of his naked form right there.

You finished preparing your coffee and snuck a look as well, “Yes, he’s still here. But he’ll be out of there soon so please be cool. Don’t make it weird.”

Kayla huffed, “Weirder than it’s gonna be on Monday when you have training with him? Just days after your one-night stand.”

“Actually, it won’t be days after our one-night stand. It will be the day after our dinner date.” You stated, smiling into your coffee mug as they expressed their shocked faces.

Kayla smacked your arm, “He asked you out?”

You grinned and nodded.

“How was he?” Tasha leaned in and asked.

“Ou, yeah I wanna know too.” Kayla pressed.

You looked back at the hallway again before lowering your voice, “Okay, listen. I was very drunk off tequila last night, so I am going to be perfectly honest here.” They sat waiting eagerly, “I don’t actually remember much of it.”

Kaylas eyes bugged, “Seriously? You don’t remember?”

Shrugging you replied, “I remember kissing on the dance floor, kissing in the cab, kissing in the hallway, kissing in the kitchen-,”

“Damn, how sore is your jaw?” Tasha quipped.

You looked up in thought, “Kind of sore, I’m gonna be honest with that one. But I don’t know I woke up naked, so I guess we must’ve hooked up.”

They looked between each other with skeptical eyes, “But, just give me a few hours I’m sure more of it will come back to me.” You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously.

“So are you gonna ask him about-,” Kayla started but quickly shut up as the sound of your bedroom door creaked open. The three of you halting in place as if a bear was creeping down the hall and you didn’t want to spook it.

Benny was dressed in his clothes from the night before, hair tossed in every direction and hallow eyes from the last night. He spotted the three of you doing your best to be casual and smirked, “Mornin’ ladies.”

“Mm, morning.” Tasha said into her mug.

“Sup playa?” Kayla jousted at him, leaning on the counter. He met her eyes and chuckled.

“How’s it going Kayla? Sorry I stole your girl from you last night.” he asked, tucking his hands into his pockets.

She grinned, “I don’t know, kinda ruined our night out Benny boy. Might need to get in the ring with you this week and let out my frustrations.”

You swatted Kaylas arm, she responded with a dramatic “ouch”. “Is your Uber gonna be here soon?” You asked casually.

He nodded, “Yeah it’s almost here, was gonna head down.”

“Okay, I’ll see you out.” You say, setting your mug down and walking to the door.

Benny pulled his hands out of his pockets and gave a sheepish wave, “Alright well, uh, bye then.”

Kayla and Tasha mewled their goodbyes and watched as the two of you exited through the front door.

Once on the other side you met his awkward stance, “So, I don’t actually have your number.”

“Oh shit, yeah right.” He said, pulling out his phone and giving it to you. You texted your phone number and handed it back to him. “So, uh- how’s 7 tomorrow? I can pick you up.”

You smiled, “Yeah that sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

He nodded and started down the hallway before turning his body to speak, “By the way, I really did have a great time last night. I’ll be thinking about that for a very long time.” He said before continuing down the hallway.

You froze in your spot, at least one of us will.

Throughout the rest of the day and the next, your brain fluttered. Flashes of Friday night came in and out. You heard moans permeate your ears as you visualized skin on skin. Feigned images of Bennys body on top of you, rocking into you and kissing your breasts made your core ache. You couldn’t get the whole picture by any means, but from what you did remember, and from what Benny said as he left, you could piece together that it was in fact an enjoyable night together. You were now hoping you would get the opportunity to actually enjoy it, should you ever get the chance again.

Sunday night at 6:55pm, you waited eagerly by the door checking your phone. Your foot tapped repeatedly, and your nerves grew as the clock ticked on.  Tasha and Kayla had gone out to eat a while ago, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your phone flashed and a message from Benny popped up stating he was here. Collecting your purse, you took one final deep breath and left your apartment.

What you found in the parking lot was not what you expected. Benny was standing waiting for you, leaning against a bright red Ferrari, and waving you over.

You walked up to him and halted, analyzing the luxury vehicle. “Hey Benny, how are you?”

He smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek, “A whole lot better now that you’re here. Ready to go?”

“Yeah, uh, Benny? Is this yours?” You asked, drawing your eyebrows inward.

Benny looked down at the car as he began to round it to the driver’s seat, “Yeah this is mine. You like it? Always wanted one growing up.”

Sliding into the passenger seat your mouth gapped, “Yeah, it’s awesome. I just, I thought you were a trainer at the gym how-,” You started to say but your thoughts consumed you as you looked around the beautiful interior. Benny had started to pull away onto the main road. He watched your face as the wheels began to turn. “Aren’t you a trainer?” You ask, confused.

He smiled, “Well, I do train, but just for fun. Technically however, I’m the owner.”

Your eyes widened, “The owner? Isn’t it a big franchise, I-. Benny?” He hummed in response, awaiting your question. “What’s your last name?”

“Miller.” He said matter-of-factly. His smile grew, he clearly knew what you were getting at but was enjoying your face as you put the pieces together,

Mouth stuck in a permanent shocked look you asked, “Miller? Do you OWN Miller’s Muscles? As in the whole franchise?”

He grinned, “I’m sorry Bunny, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I just don’t like to start with that kind of stuff. Don’t typically get interest from the best kind of women when I boast about it you know?”

You nodded, that makes sense. But holy shit were you in it now. Not only was he nice and funny, but also a millionaire. Your nerves started to creep in again and you started wondering once again what someone like him would want with you. You remained quiet for the rest of the drive to the restaurant. Benny stole worried glances at you the entire time.

Once seated inside, you looked around. A casual spot with lots of wood finishes and a Spanish theme. The booths were red and had a low hanging pendant light above them. The waitress took your drink orders and left. You had been quiet almost the entire time still, your head spinning with the new information about your date, who looked at you with the most devastating puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Hey,” Benny started, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Is everything okay?”

You wrang your hands together and breathed deeply out your nostrils. “I’m sorry Benny, I know I’ve been quiet. I’m just nervous.”

“About what?”

“About, you liking me. With all things considered.” You looked down at your hands, the thought of looking into those eyes killing you.

He leaned back in his seat, “What things?”

You squeezed your eyes tight and felt your resolve break. “Oh, you know, you being rich and handsome, and nice and funny and me being well. Me.” You finally looked up to him and his eyes were soft, “I just don’t really understand, I guess. Why you would want to go out with a college girl that can barely take care of herself.”

Benny straightened up and replied, “Well, it’s probably because that college girl happens to also be nice, and funny and beautiful and well, I don’t know much about your financial situation but, that really doesn’t bother me. You could work at Walmart, and I wouldn’t care.”

You chuckled lightly, nodding along with what he was saying.

He looked you up and down, “Why are you so hard on yourself?”

There it is, why were you so hard on yourself. You knew why, of course. That was no mystery thanks to your no-good ex, Mike. But was now the time to dive into all that? It didn’t seem like there was much other choice with the way Benny was looking at you, awaiting your answer.

“Um, I-, I know I’m hard on myself and I’m working on that. It’s one of the reasons I got into boxing.”

“You told me you just found the machines boring.” He spoke.

You nodded and pulled your lips tight, “Yeah, that might have been a lie. But in my defense, it didn’t feel like the right time to trauma dump all over the boxing mat.” He nodded and waited for you to continue. “In all honesty though, I got into it because I needed to work on my self-confidence and overall strength. Not just body but mind as well. You see, my ex, Mike. He uh- he was very toxic to me. He always made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. He would put me down a lot and then build me up just to pull the rug out from under me.”

Benny leaned forward and took one of your hands in his. His comfort gave you the courage you needed to press on. “We broke up because, 5 months ago he actually cheated on me, and then basically blamed it on me in his own twisted way. Mostly me not trying hard enough or whatever, it was all bullshit. I’ll be damned though if I didn’t believe him for longer than I care to admit. But I finally figured out that what was happening was wrong and I got out. Mostly thanks to Kayla. It’s still taking me some time to get out of that head space though.”

“I’m sorry you went through that; he sounds like a piece of shit.” Benny stated.

You huffed out a slight laugh, “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

He grinned, “I would say I’d beat him up for you if he ever came back but based on how well you did this last week at training, I’d say you probably have that covered.”

You smiled, “Technically Kayla has dibs on that first round.”

Benny laughed, “Well, in all seriousness though. You seem like a pretty amazing person and I’m sorry that you ever felt like you weren’t.” He leaned in and kissed your knuckle of the hand he was holding. “I promise I will never make you feel that way.”

Your heart swelled, “Thanks, Benny. I appreciate that.”

The waitress returned with your drinks. She was a tall blonde with a fit body and a tight uniform on. She leaned closely into Benny with his drink and flashed him bright smiles throughout the food orders. Benny on the other hand, kept his eyes burning on you. Scanning every inch of your face, as if you’ll disappear and he would only have his memory left.

Once the waitress left, Benny leaned with his forearms on the table. “So, you haven’t told me what you’re in school for?”

You took a sip from your drink before replying, “Marketing.”

His eyebrows perked up, “Oh, nice. What kind of field are you hoping to work in with that?”

“I think the medical field, like a pharmaceutical sales rep to start and learn the business.”

He nodded before you continued, “I’m assuming you were in the army at some point, solely based on your tattoo and shirts you’ve worn to the gym.”

Bennys face grew damper, “Yeah, yeah, I was. I enlisted right out of high school. Got out a while ago though. That stage of my life is closed and I’m happy about it.”

His face didn’t look happy as he spoke, but maybe that happiness was deeper than surface level. You figured it would be best not to pry and allow whatever it is to come up when he was ready.

The rest of the date was flawless. His boyish charm made you laugh until you felt like you were going to cry. It wasn’t until you were standing outside your apartment door with him that you realized just how fast the evening had gone. You both shifted on your feet, unsure how to end the evening. Was a hug too casual? Was asking him inside too forward? You had already slept together and now you’re on your first date. Could you really take it slow now?

You batted your lashes at him as you both pondered what to do, Benny finally reaching out and holding your elbow. “I had a great time, again. Thanks for letting me take you out. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

His eyes were hopeful, not lustful. It seemed like you were able to fall back into the first date feeling. “I had a great time too. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

Benny nodded, and then leaned in. His lips met yours with a softness unlike anything from the other night. For such a big and boisterous guy, he had such a gentle touch when he wanted to. Your lips fell apart and immediately into a smile. You said your goodbyes and retreated into your apartment, swiftly clutching your heart and leaning against the door as soon as it closed, overwhelmed by the warmth this man had brought into your body.

Monday afternoons session had you buzzing with excitement. Kayla rolled her eyes as you grinned to yourself, taping up your hands.

“Will you stop acting like a lovesick puppy?” she snidely said.

Your mouth gapped, “First you want me to talk to him, now I’m a lovesick puppy?”

“Noo, I wanted you to bang him. Very different.” She said pointedly, all humor behind her tone.

“Don’t be jealous it is unbecoming on you.” You jousted, earning yourself a swat through the ropes to your ankle.

Benny entered the gym and immediately lit up when you waved at him. He returned it eagerly and did a light jog over to the ring. He tossed his bag through and climbed up, grabbing you into a bear hug before you could protest. “Hey Bunny, how was your day?”

You grinned from ear to ear, “It was good, long classes but was still good. How about you?”

He put together his training gear and answered, “Always a good day when I know I get to see you at the end of it.”

Your cheeks flushed and your heartbeat quickened. An obnoxious groan erupted from the floor below you by an unamused Kayla.

Benny met you in the middle of the ring, “Now, don’t expect me to be easy on you now. I’m still your trainer and I have to push you as much as I would with anyone else.”

You nodded, understanding. But he still shot you a flirtatious smile and wink which had your cheeks warming. 

It was Tuesday evening and your phone pinged with Bennys name on the screen;

Hey Bunny, wanna hang out on Saturday? I was thinking we could go to the Farmer’s Market 😊

You bit the inside of your cheek and replied; Sorry I have to work at the student center this weekend. I guess I forgot to mention I do that every other weekend to pay for rent.

The phone in your hand felt heavier than normal as you waited for his response. The little typing bubbles soon arrived and replied.

Booo, can you get out of it? I really wanna take you.

Your smile grew a bit at his eagerness, but fell anyway due to the situation, knowing you would have to turn down the handsome man begging to walk around a market with you on a beautiful Spring day.

I’m sorry, I could get out of it, but I need the pay. Maybe we could hang out in the evening?

His response startled you.

What’s your e-tranfser info?

You were taken aback and confused. Why did he need that? You responded with your info anyway and sat down on the couch contemplating the situation.

A notification came on your banking app that you received an e-transfer. You pulled it up and your mouth gapped as $1000 had been sent to you by a B.MillersMuscles.

Before you could comprehend what happened, your phone pinged again.

Can you come now?

Your head spun and your fingers shook. The guy you had been on one date with just sent you $1000. What kind of relationship did you get yourself into? You knew he was rich, he could clearly afford it, but that didn’t make the situation any less familiar to you. Again, you found yourself begging your withered self-confidence to take a leap and accept the love of someone who was giving an honest try.

You typed your response and pressed send before re-reading it, so you couldn’t back out of your decision.

You make a good argument Benny, sounds like a date 😉

Saturday morning was beautiful. The sun shone and the birds chirped, and you could barely feel your feet touching the wood floors as you sauntered into the kitchen to make yourself breakfast before your day out with Benny. Yesterday was your final lesson with Benny before Carlos returned. You were sad you would be giving up him as a teacher, you felt like you had never been more motivated to tone your skills than when you were with him. Your semester would be ending in the next couple of weeks and then you would be job hunting for the summer, deciding to stay in town rather than go back home as your hometown did not have the kind of marketing opportunities you could find in the big city.

Kayla and Tasha were lounging in the living room when you strode in with a cheery good morning to start your cup of coffee.

Tasha was mindlessly scrolling her phone when she suddenly perked up from her laid down spot on the couch, “Did you send me this month’s rent already?”

You chewed your cheek again and finished pouring your coffee cup. “Yeah, I did last night.”

“You’re early. You’re never early. Did you get an advance from the student center for your shift today?”

Gulping your coffee loudly you replied, “Um-, actually no I’m not going to the student center today I have plans with Benny.”

Kaylas interest was peaked, “So how did you get the money? Your grandparents?”

You had neglected to tell them about Benny’s financial situation as you didn’t want any questions on the matter, but it seemed it may be unavoidable after all. “No, I just. Benny gave me some money. It’s not big deal.” You spoke to yourself more than anyone else, trying to distract yourself with the coffee steaming in your hands.

Tasha’s eyes squinted, “He gave you money? Isn’t he a trainer?”

You hummed, “Um- huh funny story actually he uh-, he doesn’t work for the gym. He actually owns it.” You did your best to sound casual and humorous.

Kayla’s eyes widened and she launched herself out of her seated position in the bright red circle chair in the corner of the room, “You have a sugar Daddy?! You bitch you didn’t tell us he’s rich!”

In an instant she was on you, grabbing you by the waist and hurling you up in the air as she spun you with her glee. You stared at the liquid gold in your hand trying not to spill during her excited reaction.

You patted her shoulder and hushed her, “Shhh, he is not a sugar Daddy-,”

“But he gave you money.” She interrupted.

You nodded, “Yes, but-,”

“And he’s older than you, like a lot older.”

Taking a deep breath through your nose you replied, “Yes, but it’s not like that I swear. He really wanted to hang out today and I couldn’t, so he helped me out. I swear it is a one-time thing.”

Kayla gave a knowing look to Tasha who threw her hands up, conceding the situation.

The Farmer’s Market was bustling with lots of people enjoying the day. You and Benny strode hand in hand as you looked through all the vendors and food carts. You finally settled on some freshly made cinnamon rolls for lunch and seated yourselves under a beautiful maple tree on one of the many picnic tables in the area.

“How’s your exam prep going?” Benny asked, licking the icing off his hand that had fallen.

You smiled, “Good, I think I’ve got it all figured out. Can’t wait to be done this semester though. I had some tough teachers.”

He nodded, “Any big plans for the end of the semester to celebrate?”

“No, I don’t think so at least, just job hunting.” You shrugged.

Benny sat up straighter and replied, “What? You’ve gotta do something to celebrate! You worked your ass off you deserve it.”

Blushing you replied, “I guess. I don’t know, maybe we could go downtown again, minus the Tequila of course.” You laughed and pointed at him.

“Hey, don’t blame the Tequila, the Tequila did nothing wrong. But no, you need to do something big like- like-, oh I’ve got it!”

You jumped in your seat at his excitement.

“The Kentucky Derby is in a few weeks. I should get us a box and we can do that. I’ve heard it’s amazing, but I haven’t gone yet since I moved here.”

“Yeah, I mean Benny that sounds incredible I’ve always wanted to go, but uh-, it’s pretty fancy, isn’t it?” You asked, looking down at the old wood below you.

Benny waved his hands casually while finishing chewing his last bite of his cinnamon roll. “No problem, I’ve got it. Oh!” His eyes widened and his smile grew, “Let’s go shopping, right now, my treat.”

“Right now?” You asked, your face turning pale.

“Yeah, right now. You’re busy with finals this week and I have to go to Texas at the end of the month to see my buddy, Frankie. He just got engaged so I’m gonna go and congratulate him in person and meet the blushing bride of course. I think she used to be his daughter’s teacher. So yeah, the next few weeks before the Derby will be pretty busy, but we have all afternoon today so, why not?”

His smile was infatuating, you couldn’t possibly resist an afternoon of Benny treating you to a shopping spree and a luxurious day at the Derby. You smiled, “Fuck it, let’s do it!”

He clapped his hands together with excitement and you both collected your things to leave.

You and Benny found yourselves in the most beautiful store you’ve ever seen. It had white walls with marble floors. The accents were all gold and black creating a luxurious aesthetic. Benny sat patiently on a large cream pouf ottoman holding a glass of champagne.

“Come on Bunny, I wanna see.”

You looked in the mirror, not recognizing yourself. The sales associate had put together three outfits for you, all with shoes and a fascinator to match. You had never worn anything as expensive as this, the price tag almost made you sick. Benny assured you after about 20 minutes of following him around the store, pleading your case that you didn’t need anything like this, that it was all fine and he could take care of it. You finally conceded thanks to that shit eating grin that adorned his face the majority of the time you spoke to him.  

You threw the curtain open of the dressing room and strode out, Bennys eyes widened and his mouth gapped when he saw you. Your first look was a yellow cocktail dress with gold accents. The sales associate had matched it with strappy heels with white and gold and a white fascinator.

“Holy shit, you look beautiful.” Benny said, taking in the entire look you have presented for him.

You fussed with the hem of the skirt, looking up to meet his gaze. “Really? Thanks Benny.”

He nodded, “Oh yeah, this colour is beautiful on you. But I’d love to see the others also, before we make a decision.”

“Oh of course, I do like this one though.” You blushed and he smiled. Spending time with Benny just felt like hanging out with your best friend. It was so easy and effortless to talk with him and he was the world’s biggest hype girl.

You returned to your dressing room, only to come back and agree that the bright mint dress was definitely not for you.

A few minutes later, Bennys mouth fell to his chest as you strut out in a black A-line dress that rested mid-thigh, with an off the shoulder sweetheart neckline and black heels. Benny rose from his seat and met you halfway, his hands finding their place on your bare shoulders. The fascinator upon your head was black with touches of gold. You shivered under his touch and felt yourself warming in your core. He looked you up and down before finally choking out his words.

“I-, uh, this is the one. This is-, you are perfect.”

You swallowed deeply, meeting his intense eye contact, you whispered. “Thanks.”

His eyes flicked down to your lips and leaned in. You met him in the middle, tilting your head slightly to catch his plush lips with yours. His hands travelled down your arms to finally settle on your own, taking them in his and squeezing.

You and Benny pulled apart softly and looked at one another, everything that needed to be said held lustfully in each other’s gazes. After spending what seemed like eternity staring quietly at one another, a sound came from behind his shoulder that broke you both out of your trances.

“Have we decided?” called the sales associate from the corner of the changing section.

Benny released your hands and took a few steps back, putting his hands in his jean pockets. “Yeah, yeah this is it.” He said, still struggling with his words and the volume of his voice. He stood rubbing his bottom lip with his index finger and stealing another look of you.

The sales associate clapped her hands together, “Wonderful, will we be needing a bag or jewelry for the event?”

Before you could say no, Benny’s smile grew once more, and he pointed at the woman. “You know what I like the way you think. Yes, we do.”

“Benny, I’m sure I have a purse and some jewelry to wear. I-,”

“Shh, don’t worry Bunny. I’ve got this.” He said, throwing a playful wink your way and a devilish grin.

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Benny Miller- Sugar Daddy edition

Third and Final Chapter!

Summary: Your gym crush becomes unmanageable when he is suddenly thrust upon you as your new boxing trainer. After a drunken hook up at a night club opening, you begin to explore your feelings as you continue to learn new and exciting things about him.

About: Continuation of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection. See Frankie’s story or original teaser post for more information.

Characters- Kayla and Tasha are undescribed, so you can imagine them as your own friend group.

Chapter Warning: 18 + minors, DNI, age difference, reader is early 20s, Benny is late 30s, smut, alcohol, oral f and m receiving, fingering.

Chapter Word Count: 6k+

The next few weeks flew by, with your exams and Benny’s trip to Texas, you had gotten together as much as you could. Your dates varied from watching a movie and eating popcorn in your apartment with the unwelcome accompaniment of Kayla to dinner at a 4-star restaurant. Each date grew your feelings for him more and more. His smile and kindness far outweighed the luxury and high life he promised you.

It was finally the day of the Kentucky Derby. Benny would be picking you up to drive the few hours to the event and then you agreed to stay at his place out of town to save him the drive through the city traffic at the end of the day. You waited patiently for Benny, dressed in your new dress, shoes and jewelry Benny had given you. You looked at the time on your phone, he should be here soon. Your mind started to drift back to earlier this morning, when you had been startled awake a by a dream that seemed all too familiar. It felt like the events of the drunken night with Benny were slowly returning and materializing in your dreams. You leaned on the kitchen island and closed your eyes, allowing your memories to swim through your mind again. You could picture Bennys buff frame and dark hair trailing down his stomach to the head of his cock. He was playing eagerly with your nipples, drawing obscene moans out of your mouth as he rocked slowly into you. His hair was tousled, and he bit his bottom lip, groaning with pleasure. His hand slid down and down until it found it’s home on your clit. He began drawing circles with his index finger as you dug your nails into his chiseled back. You were just about to finish when your alarm went off and jolted you awake.

The ping from your phone snapped you out of your trance this time and your eyes flew open to realize Benny was now waiting downstairs for you. You touched your chest, hoping you hadn’t gotten too flushed from your daydream. Your core certainly enjoyed the brief entertainment as you felt your lace panties slide on your clit with the arousal that had pooled there. You and Benny hadn’t done more than kiss since that night weeks ago, but tonight you would be spending the night with him, and you had full intentions of trying to relive that night, with better memory this time. It was hard keeping your resolve with Benny, but you had both agreed to have better timing next time since your first time together was a bit preemptive.

When you exited the building, you were once again met with the view of Benny leaning up against his Ferrari. He was wearing a black fitted suit, white button-down and a light blue tie that matched his eyes perfectly.

“Hey Bun-Bun.” He cheered, bringing you into one of his famous hugs, lifting you up off the ground and spinning you around before placing you firmly on your heels.

You giggled, “Really? Bun-Bun?”

“Just trying it out, you’ll always be my bouncing bunny in that ring.” He shrugged with a wink, taking your overnight bag from you and placing it in the trunk.

Soon the city disappeared, and the countryside calmed your nerves. You had made good timing with the traffic in town and were swiftly on your way to the Derby.

When you arrived, the area was buzzing with excitement. Benny followed in line with the other luxury vehicles for the valet parking. When he came to a stop, your door was opened by an attendant and a hand was offered to help you out of the vehicle. You quickly placed your fascinator on your head and grabbed your new purse before taking it and slinking out of the low car. Benny rounded the front and buttoned his jacket back up before offering his arm, which you gladly accepted. Wrapping your hands around his stiff bicep in his suit jacket and offering him a thankful smile. He kindly returned your smile and leaned down to offer a quick peck on your cheek before you were whisked away into the mayhem of the Derby.

The wealthiest people in the state were all adorned in beautiful jewels and clothing. The fashion was stunning and the fact that you didn’t at all feel out of place made you grin. It should make you nervous, but with Benny on your arm you were surely learning that you were worth so much more than what your ex made you think.

Benny held you close as you were shown to your box overlooking the fairgrounds. It was filled with complimentary food and drinks, far more than the two of you could manage. He grabbed a bottle of champagne and popped the top off, cheering as it went flying into the ceiling.

He grabbed a champagne flute and poured it for you, “Here you are m’lady.”

You smiled and took it graciously, “Thank you. This place is amazing. I can’t believe we’re here.”

Benny chuckled to himself, “Well, get used to it Bunny, because as long as you stick around with me, you’ll be doing stuff like this all the time.”

Swallowing deeply, you asked before you could bite your tongue, “Do you want that?”

He looked up at you from the food that he was about to dig into, “Do I want what?”

“For me, for me to stick around.” You stated. Your lips parted and your chest swelled as you awaited his response, the champagne flute hanging callously in your fingertips.   

His shoulders straightened and he started towards you, holding your shoulder in his hands like he had done in the clothing store. Benny looked at you intently, “Yes, yes, I do. I know-, I know it’s only been a month since we met. I just, really like you and I hope that’s not too much for you to hear. I think you’re beautiful, I mean damn, have you looked in the mirror today?” He stopped to bask in your smile that inevitably grew on your face. “And I think you’re really kind, you have a good heart, and most importantly you’re loyal to a fault. I can see it with how you are with your friends, and how you’ve treated me. Loyalty is really important to me. It’s the only way I made it out alive during my service so, I don’t really accept people into my life if I don’t see that they carry the same kind of loyalty, that, my friends, and I have for one another.”

Your mouth went completely dry at his confession and your heart may have grown two sizes. He looked at you with all the desire and passion in the world but also offered a sense of stability you longed for. He was strong, not only in body but in my mind and soul. You felt nothing but honored for him to want you in his life and you’d be damned if you let some ex that did a toll on your self-esteem ruin that.

“Benny, I-,” you started to say.

“You don’t have to. It’s okay if you’re not there yet. I understand, I know I can be a lot sometimes. I’ve been told by a few women that I-, I fall too fast and love too hard. I never thought that would be a bad thing but, um, here I am still single and my forties just around the corner, so I don’t know.” He looked somber and down casted, like his heart had been stomped on by too many stilettos who either used him for his body or his money.

Your heart couldn’t take the way he looked at you, you knew you had developed strong feelings for him, but you didn’t know how to express it until now.

“Benny,” you started again, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a negative reaction to your big heart so far. I want you to know that I don’t feel that way about you, I love people that love hard, and I really really appreciate what you said about me as well. I just, I just want you to know that, even though it’s early, I’m really falling for you.”

His eyes darted up to yours and a faint smile grew on his face, “Really? You mean that?”

Nodding you replied, “Yeah Benny, I do. I know we have quite a big age difference and that could cause some issues but I, I don’t know I feel like we fit together like a couple of puzzle pieces. You know?”

Benny’s head bobbed faster than you knew possible, “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.” He chuckled to himself and took a step back, “Huh, sorry I just. I didn’t think this was how today was gonna go. I was hoping you’d be impressed by the event, but I really didn’t think we’d have this conversation.” He looked relieved, like a dozen bricks had been removed from atop his chest.

"Well, I was impressed by the event but honestly you’re the part I’m the most excited about.”

His smile grew once more and he stepped in, taking you in his arms and squeezing you tightly. He pulled apart just enough to pull his hand up and hold your chin, guiding your mouth to his. He enveloped you with a passionate kiss that made your head spin. He held you tightly as you granted his tongue access to your mouth. You licked into his and felt your heartbeat begin to race. You could feel his growing cock hard against your hip, his hands slipped down to your bare thighs, and he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He stepped towards the couch in corner of the room and sat himself down with you on top, thighs spread on either side of him. It was all tongues and teeth as you grinded lightly on his length through his dress pants. His hands glided on your back and tugged at the top of your dress. You pulled at his tie to get his body closer to you, warming your chest.

With puffy lips you finally break the kiss and pant, leaning your head on his. “We should um-, we should probably stop. I don’t think this room is entirely private.”

Benny groaned, “Yeah, don’t need to scare a server.” He said, before holding your face and placing one final kiss on your pursed lips.

He helped you climb off of him, adjusting himself in his pants as he stood. You took his hand and led him back to the food table. He immediately started filling his plate with the hordes of expensive fruits and pastries available.

You grinned to yourself. He caught your eye and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing just, I like how much you eat. I really like to cook for people with big appetites because then I get to really go crazy and not just make a salad or whatever.” You said casually, watching his smile grow as you spoke.

“You cook?” he asked, eyebrows perked.

You nodded in response and began to collect yourself a plate.

Benny bit his lip and looked you up and down, “Well, damn Bunny, I love a woman who can cook. Because yes you are right, I do love to eat. I have to with the amount of exercise I do. What’s your favourite thing to make?”

You hummed for a moment, “I love South American food. I find it very wholesome and filling. I also love spice, so I get to play around with it quite a bit with those dishes.”

Benny clasped his hand over his chest, “A woman after my own heart. I was stationed in South America a lot, so I absolutely love the food. Also, my buddies Fish and Pope are both from down there, so they cooked for us all the time in the service.”

You pulled your eyebrows together, “Fish and Pope?” You asked with a chuckle.

He rolled his eyes at himself, “Sorry, military nicknames. I don’t think I’ve talked to you about them like that.”

You rounded him and leaned against his back, placing an arm on top of his shoulder, “It’s okay,” You said before stretching up on your heels and placing a chaste kiss to his cheek, “We’ve got the time.”

Benny's head followed yours, “We’ve got the time.”

Later in the evening, you found yourself back in Bennys car and awaiting your arrival at his home outside of the city. You were travelling down country roads, mansions laden atop rolling hills. You waited eagerly to discover where Benny called home and to see how he would turn that space into his perfect oasis.

“This is me.” Benny stated, as he began to pull into a long lane way.

The lane way was in the middle of two generous pastures. There was a large white cottage style house at the end of the drive with a spacious garage and a barn to the left of it.

“Do you have horses?” You asked upon analyzing the property.

He grinned, “Yeah, I do. I’ve always loved horses, wanted to be a cowboy growing up. Maybe we can do riding in the morning.”

You beamed with excitement, “Only if you wear a cowboy hat.” You winked.

Benny looked at you and smirked, “Bunny, I’ll wear assless chaps if you want me to.”

You laughed and swatted his arm playfully.

The car pulled to a stop inside the large garage, you spotted a large vintage pickup truck on the other side of the garage before you and Benny entered the house. It was obviously large but not oversized for a single guy. Each room featured a very masculine energy. From the large leather couches to the log cabin style walls in the living room to the vintage boxing posters on the walls in the hallway. It was very Benny, wholesome and classic.

Benny approached the bar that lined one side of the dining room. It had stones cascading down the wall with an oak wood finished bar top and black leather bar stools. Behind the bar looked like something out of a real restaurant, every liquor and wine type you could imagine perfectly coordinated. You noticed how neat and tidy the house was compared to the disarray that you normally were presented with when you would go to a college boys’ house. They typically decorated with beer flags and stolen mugs from chain restaurants.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked, as he took off his jacket. He slung it over the edge of the bar and then pulled at his tie. Upon freeing himself from the restraint around his neck he popped a few buttons open at the top of his shirt and started rolling his crisp white sleeves up his muscular arms. Veins flexing with each movement of his tan skin which made your mouth water.

Remembering your rule of not being drunk tonight, you replied. “No, actually it’s been a long day I’d love to just go to bed.”

Benny’s head whipped around and caught your devious smirk on your face, “Oh really?” he asked.

You nodded, biting your lip. He rounded the bar and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Should we, pick up where we left off at the Derby?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck you perked up on the toes of your heels, “I’d love that.” You said, planting a loving kiss onto his lips. His head followed you slightly as you pulled away and smiled.

“Well then, right this way.”

Benny took your hand and led you through the house to the bedrooms. It looked like he had three guests’ bedrooms that you noticed while he sped you through the halls. You approached the room at the end of the hall that had two doors, Benny grabbed the black handle of one of them and swung it open.

You stepped across the threshold and looked around the large bedroom. It had a king-sized bed in the middle of the wall with a navy comforter and brown finished bed frame. The walls had no paintings or art of any kind, only photographs of what you can assume are family and friends, as well as a bunch of his army friends. It was so Benny, keeping his loved ones as close to him as he could.

Noticing a framed picture of 4 guys all dressed in army gear on his dresser you stopped, picking it up and analyzing it. Benny looked so handsome in his younger years, though he hadn’t changed much. You noticed the blonde man on the right side, Benny had told you all about his brother Will and how they served together. You spun in your spot and looked up; to realize Benny had just been watching you enjoy his room the whole time.

Looking down at the photo again you commented, “I can see the resemblance between you and you brother.”

He took a few steps towards you, craning his neck to look down at the photo as well. “Yeah, heard that before.” He chuckled, “That one beside him is Santiago, who I called Pope, and then that one is Frankie, or Fish, that I visited this week.”

“Are they all in relationships like Frankie?” you ask.

Benny shook his head, “I don’t really know what’s going on with Pope, not sure he’ll ever settle down, maybe for the right girl but he hasn’t met her yet. And then, Will was telling me when he was down about a girl, he met at a coffee shop that was going well, so I guess we’ll see how that goes.”

You nodded, “Do you guys keep in touch well?”

“Oh yeah, we don’t see each other a lot but I talk to each of them, once a week at least.” He said, as a smile grew on his face.

“That’s really nice.” You say, gazing into his dreamy eyes.

Benny hummed and popped the picture out of your hands, “Speaking of nice,” he started, placing the frame back on the dresser, “I have the nicest comforter you have ever seen.” He jokes, taking your hands and leading you to his bed. You followed happily, a beaming smile radiating on your face.

He slowly turns you and has you sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping to one knee, he removes your shoes and lays languid kisses up your leg. Your head falls back from relaxation and a soft moan leaves your lips as his fingertips trail up your legs to your hips under your dress. All the while his mouth and tongue dancing on your inner thigh.

He hums, “Bunny you have no idea how much I’ve thought about that night we spent together. I could hardly wait until tonight. This week was torture thinking about you underneath me.”

His words pulled a pin from your chest, and you bit your lip, unsure how he would react to your truth from that night. You brought your head to your chest and peered down at him, still peppering kisses to your legs and inching up your skirt with lust-fueled eyes. “Um, Benny? I have a confession to make.”

Benny perks up on his spot on the floor, caressing your thigh. “What is it?” he asks, his face growing with concern.

“I, - I was a lot more drunk than I thought I was that night, and so I uh, I don’t actually remember all of it. I’m so sorry.” You say, hoping he could see your regret in your eyes of how you missed out on such a special night.

Eyebrows furrowed; Benny’s face turns further down the worried path. “Oh, I’m really sorry I didn’t realize you were that far gone that night. I shouldn’t have gone home with you; I feel like I completely took advantage of you.” He pulled his other knee down and sat back on his haunches, hands on his knees and chewing the inside of his cheek.

You immediately sunk to the floor with him and held his face in your hands. Speaking softly, you assured him “No, no Benny please, - please don’t feel like that. I don’t regret it one bit. The only thing I regret is missing out on what sounds like a really nice night.”

His gaze was brought back to yours, eyes softening. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes Benny please I wanted it that night and I want it tonight. I promise.”

Nodding, he brings his hands to your waist and leans in to kiss your worried lips.

He perked up and smiled to you, “It really was a good night.”

“Sounds like it, I wish I knew what happened.” You replied softly.

Benny ran his hands up and down your arms slowly, sending a shiver up your spine. “Want me to show you?”

“Show me what?” You asked.

“What happened that night.” He said with a wink and his thin smile grew.

You matched his smirk and nodded.

Benny took your hand and helped you up off the ground with him, guiding you to the bed. You sat on it and scooted backward as he crawled atop you, caging you in underneath his thick thighs.

“First, you were pretty eager at getting my shirt off, said something about how sexy my chest was, so I guess we’ll start with that.” He said with a wink.

You bit your lip and lifted your body off the bed as you reached for his shirt. Nothing but deep breaths could be heard as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his dress pants. You glide the fabric off his shoulders, and he reaches his arms back to pull at the sleeves and remove his hands from the cuffs. Tossing it aside he leans back a bit as you admire his body. Your hand glides down his plush chest and the familiar dark treasure trail you had a faint memory of resting on his chiseled abs.

A deep exhale comes from your nose as your eyes trail up and down his body, finally meeting his gaze, “What happened next?” You ask.

He grins, “I took off all your clothes.”

“Well, by all means.” You reply with a sly look on your face.

Benny leans forward and reaches behind you to clasp the zipper on your dress, gliding it down as he rests his face just inches from yours, intensifying his gaze. He brings his hands up to the shoulders of your dress and begins pulling it down, your bare breasts springing free from the material and Benny tries to suppress a primal groan at the sight. You lift your hips so he can pull the rest of the dress off your body and watch as it’s thrown to the side.

He hummed, “Now it’s time for one of my favourite parts of that night.” He said leaning forward, causing you to press your shoulders back into the bed.

“And what pray tell is that?”

“You’ll see.” He winks before slotting his mouth onto yours, pulling a soft moan from your throat. His lips soon break from yours and trail down your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive skin. He continued teasing down your collarbone to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking. Your back lifted off the bed as you tried to find friction for your aching core, begging for stimulation.

His rough hands glided down your body with his tongue, squeezing you tightly and pulling devastating moans out of you before reaching your panties. With a quick pull of his hands your panties were discarded somewhere in the room with the rest of the clothes.

For as big and rowdy as Benny seems, he is so delicate as he licks an agonizing stripe up your folds. A moan pulls from your throat, and you can feel a smirk dance across his face. His tongue moves in slow motion on your clit with soft flicks, before sinking deeper into your opening. He dips his tongue as far as it can go as his nose presses up into your clit, causing an unbearable sensation that has the knot in your stomach twisting and turning.

Benny continued his assault on your tender core as your hands flew to his hair, taking it tightly in your fingers, he let out a groan that vibrated into you. As he sucked firmly on your sensitive mound your orgasm flushed into you, arching your back and pressing into his face as he let you ride out your high on his tongue. Your pussy puffing out and enticing his tongue to keep going. He sinks two thicks fingers into your pussy for you to squeeze on and the stretch builds the pleasure even more. He finally pulls his fingers out with a flick and licks a final stripe up you to your belly button and offers you a smug grin as you pant, trying to calm yourself down.

You rest your wrist on your forehead, “Fuck, was that as good last time because I can’t believe I would forget something like that.”

He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and crawled up your naked body grinning. You took his face in your hands and pulled him in for a tongue filled kiss, tasting your arousal on his lips.

“So, what’s next cowboy?” you ask.

Benny grins and looks away shyly, biting his lip. “Uh, huh- well I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Your eyes widened, “What? We did I do?”

“You sucked my dick so,- yeah.” He chuckled, “But like I said you don’t need to if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t want to? Benny,” you say forcing his gaze to meet yours. “It would make me the happiest woman in the world, to suck your cock.” You giggle as he nods against your head.

You push him off yourself and onto his back, unbuckling his belt and pulling his dress pants down with his socks. You crawl back up and grab the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers, pulling them down as well as Benny arched up slightly. His cock sprang free, and your mouth went dry at the sheer girth of his length. You cannot believe you ever forgot a cock as good looking as his.

Your hands slid up his thick hairy thighs as you watched him through your lashes. His flexed arms crossed behind his head, looking at your lustful desire.

Taking his hard manhood in your hand, you lick a stripe from bottom to top and he elicits a moan as the sensation. You grin, before taking the rest of it deep down your throat, working what you can’t take in with your hand. Flicking your tongue back and forth, you peer up at Benny and see him squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip to keep the inevitable moans at bay. After working him for a while you drive his cock deep into your throat until you gag and then hold it there momentarily, earning yourself a “Fuck baby” from Benny.

Popping him out of your mouth and placing one last kiss to his red tip, you climb up his body with your legs on either side. He meets you with a smile and a loving kiss.

“Oh I’m-,”

“On birth control and clean. I know baby, we covered that last time.” He said with a wink.

You smile, reaching your hand down between the two of you, taking his length in your hand again and lining it up with your entrance. Slowly, you slide down on him, your head falling back at the stretch and burning feeling. It felt too good to stop though, so you pressed on until you were sat down on his pelvis. You braced your hands on his chest, and he pulled your hips as his head rolled.

“Fuck Bunny, you feel even better than I remember. Such a tight fucking pussy for me.” He said through gritted teeth as you started rocking back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pubic hair.

“You feel so amazing Benny, biggest I’ve ever had, holy fuck.” You say, squinting your eyes as the feeling from your clit starts to build again.

Benny chuckles, “You said that last time too.”

You smile at him and speed up your pace, revealing in how his girth fills you up more than any other guy or toy ever has. Your pace starts to get sloppy as your orgasm nears, crying his name as it sweeps over you. You come to a halt and lean on Bennys chest to brace yourself as the pleasure erupts inside you. Benny takes a firmer holder of your hips and begins thrusting into you from below, stretching out the intense feeling of your orgasm.

Finally coming down you breathe deeply, before releasing Benny has brought his back up from the bed and was taking you in his arms and flipping you over onto your back.

Now above you, he takes your leg and throws it onto his shoulder before thrusting back into you. His thrust are hard and fast, hitting that amazing spot deep inside you that has you teetering between intense pleasure and pain. The tension building again just from the pure force and stretch of him.

He bites his lip and looks down between the two of you, “You look so fucking good taking my cock baby. You’re so fucking beautiful you know that right? Can’t believe how much of a lucky son of a bitch I am to be here with you right now.”

“Ugh Benny-, fuck I’m so happy to be here too.” You manage to stutter out as your eyes slowly roll inside your head.

Suddenly Benny comes to a stop and spills himself inside your core. The swelling he achieves when he comes sends you over the edge into another harrowing high. You try to keep your eyes open as you squeeze his leaking cock with your walls, taking in the sight of his face tensing up and grinning, shaking his head slightly as he tries to get through his high.

Panting deeply, he pulls out of you and sits back on his haunches. “Whew.” he says, wiping his hand on his face. “That uh-, fuck that was the best by far. Like ever.”

“Yeah, me too.” You say grinning back at him.

“I’ll be right back.” he says, peeling himself off the bed and disappearing into the ensuite. He returned with a washcloth and began wiping you down, bringing you back your panties so you can pull them on once you’re clean.

You pull your tired body into his bed, pulling the comforter tight to your neck.

Benny slides in beside you, bringing his strong arms around you and pulling you tight into his chest. Taking a deep breath he says, “Everything I said today was true, just wanted to make sure you knew that.”

Smiling into his soft skin you reply, “I can tell, this comforter really is as nice as you said it was.”

You felt his body shake with a chuckle and he squeezes you tighter, “Alright Bunny, let’s get some sleep. Got lots to show you tomorrow.”

The sun shone in the sky across the pasture. The entire property was calm, save for the horses trotting about. You and Benny had been riding around one of the pastures lining the laneway for hours already, talking and laughing to one another, leaning over to steal kisses.

Benny wore the cowboy hat like he promised, with brown boots, distressed jeans and a tight black t-shirt stretched over his firm chest. You gazed at him, still not comprehending how stunningly handsome he was.

Lost in thought, Benny trotted up beside you on his horse. “What’s up Bunny? You look like how you looked in the restaurant on our first date.”

You nodded, “I’m fine just-, I don’t know this is so perfect. This place, this day, you.” You say offering him a smile, “It just sucks thinking of all those boring corporate job interviews I have this week. That I’ll be spending all summer working from dawn to dusk getting people coffee and making photocopies instead of doing what I want to do which is, spend it with you.” You say shyly.

He smiles and nods, “Well, I was planning on taking some time off this summer actually. Doing some travelling, which mans I won’t really be around much.”

You nod, understanding, you had only been together for a month and are just now becoming serious. It makes sense he had vacations for the summer.

“So, since you don’t want to be in an office all day, and I don’t want to go all summer with you. I guess you should just come with me.” He says with a devilish grin.

The statement even surprised your horse, as it stirs slightly. You fumble with the reins to bring it back to your place beside him. “Um, what do you mean come with you?”

“Come with me, on my trips this summer. I was planning on going back to Europe, seeing the tourist parts of it and not the dark military side that I only got to see while over there. You should come with me; it’ll be an adventure.” He had the biggest smile of his face like he’d never been surer of anything before in his life.

Your breath hitched as you tried to take in the idea, “But I, I really don’t have money for that, and the summer jobs help me pay for my regular expenses during the school year.”

He shakes his head, “Bunny, look around you.” He says, spreading his arms wide as your eyes scan over the multi-million-dollar estate you currently sat upon. “You don’t need money, or a job with me. If you want to stay in school and work that’s totally up to you. But at least for the summer, I’ve got every bill, every takeout order, every plane ticket and every resort taken care of. And then in the school year I’ll take care of that too, okay? Please, I have all this damn money and no one to spoil but the fucking horses.”

You smile, patting your horse on the neck, “They do look pretty spoiled don’t they.” You say, taking everything he said to heart.

He chuckles, “Yeah, can’t help it they’re too cute.”

“Um-,” You start to say, fully thinking of the implications of this decision and the fact you would now be in a truly serious relationship with this man. This perfect, perfect man. “Alright, Benny. Fuck it, let’s do it. Cowboy, take me away.” You say, throwing your hands in the air with defeat.

He cheers and claps his hands, earning himself a huff from his horse as he scrambles to calm it back down. You laugh as you watch him get the horse down and pull over to you. Leaning in and placing a kiss to your lips. You smile against his as his scruffy mustache prickles your skin.

“Got all the time in the world, to show you the world, Bunny.” He smiles at you.

Biting your lip you reply, “I guess it’s a good thing you had the time to take on my boxing lessons huh?”

Shaking his head, “Honestly, I didn’t.” You looked at him confused, “I saw your name on the list and offered to take you while Carlos was gone. I had a fully packed roster though, had to give one client away.”

Blinking rapidly, you ask, “You said they transferred.”

“Nah, just thought he was a prick and wanted to get to know you. Was sick of staring at you from the other side of the gym all that time.” He chuckles embarrassingly.

Your mouth gapped, “You were staring at me? I was staring at you!”

“Fuck really? How did I not notice?” he asks rubbing his hand on his chin.

You shook your head, “Guess we were just looking at different times huh?”

“I guess so.” He laughs. “Oh well, I’ve got you now and that’s all that matters.”

Smiling and taking his hand you reply, “Damn right, now we get to make up for spare time.” Benny kisses your hand and his blue eyes gaze lovingly at you. Shining brightly in the Kentucky sunlight. Your breath hitches as you think of spending the summer travelling the world with him. Eating the most amazing foods with him. Going to the most amazing stores with him. Seeing the most amazing sights with him. And most importantly, building the most amazing life with him.

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Part 2: Vox

Human name: Vincent (I like to think that even in life their names start with v)

Reason of the name: took after his father (Vincent Tom Clary)

Age: 30

Job: he was a showman and presentator of one TV show

He was silly and gufy guy when he was on the show, but in the backstage he was a manipulative person and he create an abusive workplace.

Reason of death: elettric chair.

One of his co-workers was tired of the condition he was forced to work in, so he contact the cops who just went to the studio and control the place, but they find nothing.

After they leave, Vincent was so mad that he took the co-worker, locked him in the basment of the stage and let him starve for two weeks, saying to others that he was just fired.

One day another co-worker hear the scream that came from the basment, she called the cops that this time free the person, arrested Vincent and took him to prison, where he was sentenced to death by elettric chair.

His fans were shoked to find the true about him, and some toxic ones killed themself becouse "a world without Vincent isn't whort it"

Sex: male

Sourname: clary (I invented it, it's really bad)

Apperence: beautifull man with dark eyes and black hair.

His feature are strong when he's mad and soft when he's calm.

His personally capable of enchant everyone in a room thanks to his carisma and cheerfull persona.

Love:

in life= just some girls, nothing serius

Hell: Valentino. They have a complicate situation. Vox is Val sugar daddy and he enjoy spoil him with everything, even thought he is happy with this dinamic, he is willing to take this to a more romantic one, but Val (thanks to his past) doesn't want to.

ceo જ⁀➴ sugardaddy!sunghoon

hoon (rich) sugar daddy x college student

TW: smut undercut ( just tiny little bit )

note ♡ : english isn't my first language so pls correct me and don't be mean. This is also my first time posting on here so pls be kind <3333

sugardaddy!sunghoon: That just wanted to take a break from the workload on his houlders.

sugardaddy!sunghoon: Who went to a new cafe that opened not far away from his building to try the coffee he wanted out.

sugardaddy!sunghoon: Who got there to order but got choked by a beautiful sight ( you )

sugardaddy!sunghoon: who immediatly fell inlove with you after just taking a look at you

sugardaddy!sunghoon: Who couldn't get you out of his head so he ordered some men to come stalk you so that he can get info about you.

sugardaddy!sunghoon: That now has every info he can possibly need like... where you live,who's your family/friends, what you do. Who by the way was very interesting for him. he found out you were a college student a BROKE college student too!

sugardaddy!sunghoon: That randomly bumped into you and made your coffe spill on you. He apologized and told you he wanted to make up for it. So y'al gave each other your number so that he could say a date and " make up " for it.

sugardaddy!hoon: Who finnaly called you to meet up. And bought you a new polo from Ralph Lauren.

You being shocked was an understatement. I mean it's a freakin polo from Ralph Lauren, it'll prob cost you an arm and leg if it was on you.

After that little meet up, you were invited to go meet up again and again and AGAIN.

sugardaddy!hoon: Who knew his plan was working, he was a gentleman and was very nice to you. Brought you things, payed for everything litt everything. From shoes to dresses and dresses to dates and from dates to your college fee's.

sugardaddy!hoon: Who now could make his biggest fantasy come true...

You wanted to thank him for all the things he had done for you. Just because of a coffee he spilled over you once ( that's what you thought ). You wanted to meet up this time, you had a surprise for him. You wore the most expensive dress he bought you and wen to his penthouse.

sugardaddy!hoon: Who had you exactly where he wanted you to be. He wanted you to be his, his and for him only. Nobody could have you but him.

sugardaddy!hoon: who took the pleasure to fill you full of his thick cum that night.