#₊˚⊹🔮 office worker!au

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The Box Office : Johnny & Haechan

🌙 staring. Johnny & Haechan x afab!Reader I ft. Mark, Jeno, Jaemin, Jungwoo

🔮 synopsis. No one quite knows what’s up with the older guy who Mark works for- from his domineeringly modern architectural tastes, to you, the hot wife on his arm - but there’s one thing everyone knows for certain: they want access.

cw/ tw. vouyerism, exhibitionism, age dynamics (young sugar baby reader + young Lee cousins versus aged up Johnny), bdsm themes, power play, dirty talk, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, etc…), degradation (whore, etc…; said fondly), sex against windows, impreg kink, dirty talk, spanking, daddy/mommy issues, mentions of horny stuff like panty gagging, oral (f/m receiving), overstim, pussy slapping, spanking, anal, threesome, everyone had a case of the monster cock syndrome, handcuffs, begging, cock warming, etc… it’s super nsfw and 18+ as heck, minors do not interact I Primary Warning. this fic is centered around aged up/sugar daddy dom John having an extreme voyeurism/exhibitionism kink that wife!y/n shared/indulges him in. They have a lot of sex in places where people are really close by, and Johnny feels free to use anyone who steps onto his property like a pawn in his little sex games.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15.3k

🍭 aus. established relationship au, (Johnny au’s: sugar daddy, architect, dominant, aged up, husband,) (poolboy/cousins Mark/Haechan/Jeno), etc…

☀️ mlist + an. this one is self-indulgent and I'm here for it

1: Monday 

After two hours in Californian heat - fussing over trimming the large vines that grow on the wall separating your home from the mansion next door - your part-time pool cleaner, part time groundskeeper, full time whipping boy, Mark Lee, is finishing up for the day. 

The Toronto native is facing the pool, and he’s often told you that it’s on hot late afternoons like this one that he’s reminded of why he moves to California in the first place: the weather and the abundance of pools.

Instead of looking out at the pristine water, however, the young man’s head is bowed in concentration. 

You can’t see what he’s fumbling with in his hands from where you’ve just stepped out of your kitchen and onto the partly covered pool deck, but you can admire his white, sweat dampened tshirt. The fabric sticks to strong, muscular shoulders that you’ve watched grow as your husband puts the younger man to work day after day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And your husband is hungry.

2: Tuesday 

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

Mark: No fucking way guys-

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

Haechan: shut up

Jeno: pics

And:

Mark: they’re actually really nice though

Haechan: yeah but how old is he

Mark: i don’t know- like, 35?

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

Jeno: so what does that mean

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

Jeno: but you said the sugar baby is hot

Mark: guys

Mark: i’m not saying that Johnny is hot

Mark: but he’s NOT super old

Mark: and he’s NOT ugly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yet: he’s acting like a child.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He did, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I told you not to ever do that-”

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

“Pff,” Haechan scoffs, “but why?”

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

“His what?” Haechan pauses.

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

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

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

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

“What!?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They totally fucked Jeno,” Haechan states.

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

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

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

3: Wednesday 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You really can’t even think-

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

4: Thursday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re Jaemin, right?” 

“Yes, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That fucking asshole!” Haechan seethes.

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

5: Friday 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have a proposition for you.”

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

“New.”

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

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

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

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

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

A laugh tumbles from Johnny-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The younger man swallows thickly.

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

“No.”

“What about consent?”

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

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

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

“Did I interrupt something?” he asks smoothly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean by that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not wrong about everything-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Bullshit.”

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

“I didn’t say that.”

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

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

“What’s it gonna be, Hyuck?” 

“I’ll stay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It had been past 10:00 after all. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Add a finger, see how tight she is.”

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

“Add another.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Back up Haechan.”

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

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

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

“You made me stop for that?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Two!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want me to say?”

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

“To beg?”

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

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

“What?”

“I said I’m sorry!” he repeats.  

“For what?”

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

“Because?”

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

“Like i said.”

A sigh; “like you said.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold me down?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ready baby?” Johnny asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who else fucks you like this?”

“No one!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?!” Haechan gasps in confusion. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Telling everyone? You mean telling Mark.”

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

Haechan swallows thickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6: Monday

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

“What’s up, Mark?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To keep him honest?” 

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

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

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

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

“Your mom.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh?”

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

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

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

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

“I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lone Digger : Johnny Suh

🌙 staring. Johnny x original character

🔮 synopsis. When there’s a knife fight at one of Johnny’s clubs that leaves Bambi, the best stripper, splattered in blood, he knows he has to take her under his wing and get her into a new job… but the only job that competes with her stripper salary and pays her 10 grand a night is being his assistant. If only things were easy.

tw/cw. blood, violence, stripper!oc, criminal/ceo/sugar daddy!Johnny, pet names, strip tease, slight boob worship, unprotected sex, mentions of oral (f/m receiving), angst about men being trash and anti sex workers/strippers because they’re lame, cock warming, choking, praise kink, excessive wealth, mentions of gangs, etc..

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 19.1k

🍭 aus. ceo au, mafia au, sugar daddy au, oops im in love with my boss, oops i suddenly have a sugar baby, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Inspired by the music video 'lone digger' by Caravan Palace

Friday 

Dark eyes scanned Bambi’s form, and the brunette stripper, who was used to being gawked at, fidgeted under the scrutiny. She placed her glove clad hands behind her back so the man sitting in her boss’s chair couldn’t see her playing with the fabric that stretched across her long nails. 

“And no one else was hurt?” His voice was smooth as he addressed the man on the stripper’s left, a guy the size of the bouncers who often came in on busy nights to take care of the place. He was upper management, and Bambi knew him as Lucas.

“No.” 

“Good. You can go.” The man commanding the room - who Bambi had now identified as belonging to a level above upper management - spoke to Lucas, but his eyes didn’t leave Bambi’s body. 

It wasn’t a look that was unwelcome per se, a realization that made the stripper unconsciously rub her thighs together. Bambi gnawed at her lower lip, knowing how exposed she was in her little outfit.

As soon as the door to the office closed behind Lucas, the boss man in front of Bambi stood, hands smoothing down on the table as he sized her up again, sighing deeply. 

“How much do we pay you?”

“Excuse me, sir?”

“How much do we pay you here?” He repeated his question, reaching for a bottle of what Bambi knew was whiskey. She’d been in this office with the manager of the club many times, and been offered glasses after long shifts or bad run ins.

But nothing had been like this.

And Bambi was reminded that this wasn’t her boss.

This was her boss’s, boss’s- boss? 

The stripper bit at her bottom lip, thinking. “On a good night, in tips- eight to ten grand. It depends who’s in.”

She swallowed thickly, able to feel something slowly dripping down her shin.

She wondered if it was booze or blood.

People fight in clubs, it came with the territory. But generally not this club - not since it had been sold to a new company the year before.

It felt safer in that sense- although Bambie knew that the men that came in had more money for a reason-

But when things went bad at this club, Bambi had heard they went bloodier.

She’d heard people had trouble getting guns into the club- so they preferred knives. 

Bambi had never seen anything bad before. The worst she’d had were drinks spilled on her. But she’d learned in her short time at the club to just close her eyes and continue dancing. The stage provided her some safety and the bouncers were always trusty to jump in if any shit hit the fan.

Lucas had.

The fight hadn’t lasted long, although Bambi wasn’t sure when it started exactly. Things were spraying- but that could have been from a shot glass that went skidding across the floor.

So she had kept dancing.

Bambi heard the fight, and was sprayed some more.

But she kept dancing.

It wasn’t until Lucas called Bambi’s name that she realized something was really wrong. 

His warm hands had helped her off the stage, setting her on her feet. She was much smaller in comparison to him, and she couldn’t see the carnage behind his large form. He looked down at her, taking his hands off her waist.

Lucas didn’t say anything, but he didn't have to. His eyes said it all as they slowly dragged down her body.

 It wasn’t just alcohol that marred Bambi’s skin. It was a red substance too. And in this club, they both knew what that meant. 

“I don’t want you working in a place like this anymore.” The man sitting in the boss’s chair pulled Bambi out of her memories. “Someone gets stabbed and you just kept dancing- all covered in blood-”

Shame bubbled in the young woman’s chest. “I’m sorry.” 

“No, I'm sorry.” He sighed, running a hand through his dark locks. “People shouldn’t be able to get in here with knives.” 

She couldn’t argue with him there, and her eyes found his gun, secured in its harness under his left arm, just peeking out from under his beautifully tailored suit jacket.

“Do you have any other skills?” He asked.

“Sir?” She forced her eyes up from the weapon, studying the man’s beautiful face.

“It’s Johnny, and I mean; what other jobs can you do? I’m seriously not letting you work here anymore, we’ll find you a new position somewhere else, I own a lot of clubs- restaurants, your pick..”

“I-” Bambi’s breath caught, “honestly? I have no other skills that can make me ten grand a night, four nights a week.”

Johnny frowned for a moment, and Bambi was worried she’d overstepped. She shouldn’t have talked to him like that- but it was true. She needed the money.

“Do you know how to use a calendar?”

Bambi wrapped her arms around her body, rubbing her arm as a way to self sooth and nodding.

She was confused by the new stranger, thrown off guard by the way he spoke to her, which was very different from how businessmen usually addressed the pretty brunette.

“Okay, good. You’re hired as my new assistant till we can find you a better job, one where you’re not splattered with blood and booze… one that uh, pays you what you’re worth.” Johnny’s eyes raked her body one last time, then he swallowed thickly, “this place has a staff shower or something, right?”

The stripper nodded.

“Go wash up, put on new clothes and I'll have Lucas take you home, you have the rest of the night off.” Johnny told her. “Tomorrow, come in for your normal shift, but wear something nice, because it will be your first day with me. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Saturday

When he’d told Bambi to wear something nice, Johnny hadn’t put much thought into what that meant. But when he arrived at the club for Bambi’s first day as his assistant - or whatever he was going to call her - his mind began to race with ideas.

Would she be in a little dress? Something a hostess would wear at one of Johnny’s favourite high end restaurants? Or would she be in pants? Maybe a whole new outfit- a new vibe-

He was not prepared for the black pencil skirt and ribbed tank top that was waiting for him.

Even from afar, with Bambi’s back to Johnny while she chatted with Lucas at the bar, Johnny could tell she was beautiful. And he swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the vision he knew he was about to be privy to.

Johnny walked confidently up to the pair, after all, he owned the place. Literally.

Clasping a hand on Lucas’s back while slotting next to him, Johnny looked at Bambi as he said hello, meeting her big brown eyes for the first time of the day. 

She had such bewitching, beautiful brown eyes, and he could get lost in them- if his gaze wasn’t immediately drawn to the pretty matching freckles that dotted her cute nose- and of course, from there, he had to follow the small dots, one of which was just barely showing above her beautiful bow lips-

“Hi.” A soft greeting from the girl that just the night before had been covered in blood and fidgeting in his office. 

Johnny had a history with strippers, after all, he owned a lot of clubs- and frequented even more- but he’d always been drawn to the ones who seem shy, only to go up on stage and become a new person.

He wondered suddenly what she would look like dancing- his heart sinking with the realization that he would never get to witness it- because, didn’t he just sort of fire her? And give her a new job where she was specifically not going to dance?

“Are we ready to go?” Johnny asked, breaking himself from his own thoughts, which were beginning to take a turn to the more dirty side that Johnny always attempted to keep at bay while he was working.

“Where are we going?” Bambi’s eyes searched Johnny’s, and he was bewitched, if only for a moment, at the beauty in her wonder, her curiosity, and also the inking of fear he could see in her irises. 

If there was anything Johnny could see clearly, it was fear.

And he hated that Bambi’s eyes always seemed to have at least some darkness swirling in their depths, a reminder that she’d been through a lot. Johnny wondered what other traumas she’d endured in her life- if being sprayed in blood hadn’t phased her enough to stop dancing.

“For dinner.” Johnny responded. “You’re going to meet the person who’s been doing my scheduling for the past five years.”

Lucas chuckled at Johnny’s words, scoffing a little and leaning his arm against the bar top, reaching for his beer. It was an inside joke that Doyoung did the scheduling for everyone in the business’s inner circle, of which, Johnny was a member.

Doyoung simply never trusted others to get men the likes of Johnny and Mark Lee to schedules on time without his steady hand… and about a hundred threats that he could back up- as he had access to their bank accounts.

Doyoung had been pissed when Johnny had told him he’d found a new assistant. And it had taken Johnny two hours to convince Doyoung to relinquish his complete control over Johnny’s schedule, but he’d given in when Lucas had vouched for the ex stripper.

“She’s small but she’s smart.” The tall man from Hong Kong had said while he leaned back in his chair, feet up on the rail of the terrace connected to Johnny’s penthouse that overlooked Lake Michigan and some of Chicago’s other luxury apartments. “Never seen a girl count money or roll a blunt with those long ass nails the way she can.” He’d chuckled, letting out a puff of smoke after a sharp inhale from his cigar.

“Oh perfect,  a stripper with a brain.” Doyoung had rolled his eyes, prompting Johnny to stretch his foot out and push at the stoic man, who had always been on the pessimistic side of things.

“Don’t be so narrow minded.” Johnny had reminded him, knowing Doyoung had a tendency to be somewhat elitist, whether it was due to his education, his family, or his general intelligence, Johnny wasn’t sure- but Doyoung did have a lot to be proud of.

“How much are you paying her anyways?” Doyoung had asked, “maybe we can give her some fake jobs to do-”

“I’m paying her what she would have made if she continued stripping.”

Lucas had coughed, sitting up abruptly, a hand coming to pound at his chest as he began to laugh amidst the choking, startling the two other men with him. 

“Are you okay?” Doyoung had asked, glaring at Lucas with judgement obvious in his eyes as he leaned back in his seat- never a fan of the smoke from any of the various things his friends often had between their lips to pass the time.

“I just-” Lucas shook his head, “she’s the top earner.”

“Johnny.” Doyoung had sighed, “what have you gotten yourself into?” and he’d handed over the day planner.

The leather bound book was classically Doyoung, and Johnny pulled it out of the internal breast pocket of his suit, handing it to Bambi. “For later.” he told her. “Also, I should let you know, I do have a meeting i forgot about that I have to be at, so it will be just you and Doyoung to discuss scheduling and what he’s done in the past for me.”

“Doyoung?” Bambi repeated the name.

“He’ll want you to call him mister Kim.” Johnny warned her, stepping away from Lucas and heading towards the doors to the club, Bambi following just behind him. “But he’s nice.”

Johnny felt kind of bad lying to her. But he supposed the poor girl didn’t need any more stress than she was probably feeling- he’d caught her putting her hands behind her back twice since he’d shown up, and he was starting to realize she was a chronic fidgeter- which he found kind of cute. 

“So I'll be with Mister Kim today?” Bambi asked when they reached Johnny’s Bentley. He opened the door for the ex-stripper, watching her reaction to the sleek car, pleased to see the care she took in entering the luxury vehicle. He’d considered bringing his Lamborghini - he preferred it - but he’d settled on the Bentley, hoping she’d think he was more classy and less flashy that way.

Johnny liked fast cars and even faster women- 

But something about Bambi made Johnny want to keep that from her. She didn’t know him, and when he was with her, he could be anybody.

“Just for a while, then you can go home and have the night off, which reminds me.” Johnny stopped just as he was closing her door, pulling the ten grand wad of cash from his pocket and tossing it onto her lap, “this is for you.”

He closed the car door, smiling to himself at the small sound of shock that had left Bambi’s lips.

Sunday

No matter how many times Bambi looked around the beautiful restaurant, her eyes always found their way back to Johnny’s wrist. He was dressed well for a brunch meeting on a Sunday, and Bambi could attribute that to the meeting he had afterwards- which is why she knew she had to say something about the red mark on the crisp, white cufflink of his dress shirt, which would peak out at her with certain movements, such as her boss bringing his mimosa to his lips.

Bambi wasn’t stupid. She’d had her fair share of dealings with rich men- enough to know that rich men were rich for a reason.

While Johnny seemed ‘legit’ enough - with business meetings and many real tasks and endeavours, such as being the owner of multiple clubs - Bambi could sense there was a darkness to him. Just as there was a darkness to Lucas, although his manifested more on his hands than his clothes.

She’d stumbled across Lucas backstage late one evening, leaning against a door frame and watching the girl who had picked up where Bambi had left off with the dance. He’d been nursing a whiskey, and even in the bad light of the club, she’d been able to see his knuckles were battered and bloody.

That had been her first real interaction with Lucas. She’d pulled him aside, offering to gently wash away the blood and bandage his wounds. He hadn’t said much, other than, ‘you should see the other guy’ and Bambi hadn’t asked any intrusive questions.

“You’re sweet.” Lucas had said to her when she was all done, and he’d walked with her to her locker, watching her pull out her jacket and prepare to leave. “Don’t let this place eat you alive, huh?” 

He’d offered a grin at the time, but months later, he’d been the one to pull the blood soaked stripper off her stage and take her to safety- if that’s what Johnny was: safety.

Bambi supposed she lived in a world where it was kill or be killed. Maybe it didn’t matter that Lucas - and perhaps even Johnny - had the capacity to do damage, maybe they were safety in their own way. Knowing Lucas had Bambi’s back had always made her feel better, and she’d come to rely on him being around the club… not that it had helped much when the fight broke out.

“What are you thinking about?” Johnny asked, pulling the brown eyed girl from her thoughts.

Bambi let out a soft sigh, clicking her long acrylic nails against the stem of her wine glass. She tilted her head, assessing the beautiful man in front of her. “I’m thinking about what you do for a living.”

Johnny let out a sharp laugh, amused, but Bambi could see she’d thrown him off guard. He swallowed, adjusting in his seat, a large hand coming to rest on the table next to his plate, which housed a half eaten smoked salmon and cream cheese bagel. “I’m a businessman.” He said finally. “I run clubs.”

“Amongst other things.” Bambi sighed softly, lifting her mimosa to her lips and enjoying the citrus on her tongue. “You have a stain on your right sleeve.”

At first, Johnny just looked at her, matching her steady gaze. Then he slowly lifted his arm, eyes moving to the stain Bambi had pointed out. Now it was Johnny’s turn to sigh. 

“I was just thinking,” Bambi said, setting her drink down, “that you might have to go change- but since your next meeting is with a Mister Nakamoto, part of me thinks he already knows about whatever other side business you do that would end with a man such as yourself having blood on his sleeve by noon on a Sunday.”

Johnny raised his eyes to her, a smile working its way onto his lips. He laughed, “Lucas did say you were smart.” 

Bambi smiled, staying silent as she waited for her new boss to make the next move. It was always best to give men of power as much space as possible, she’d found.

“And you’re right.” Johnny continued. “Yuta’s never been one to shy away from blood, kind of like yourself in that way I guess.” 

There was respect in Johnny’s eyes, and it made Bambi’s chest tighten. She broke his steady gaze, sucking her lower lip into her mouth to gnaw on while she reached for her drink. She’d always found it hard to take compliments- and this one had been- well, odd.

“You don’t ask a lot of questions, do you?” Johnny leaned back in his chair, tilting his head, eyes still fixed on the girl who could feel the weight of his gaze.

Bambi shook her head, “it’s not my job to.”

“That’s true.” Johnny mused. “Look, I'm going to be honest with you,” his fingers thrummed against the table, “I like you. It’s hard to find people you can trust in this line of work, but something about you feels genuine, I can trust you right?”

“Yes sir.” Bambi said immediately. She’d always been loyal, to a fault at times, and it had gotten her in trouble before- but she wasn’t about to start being a snitch now, especially in a situation such as this one.

“And you don’t mind blood, which is another plus. Not that I want you around blood often, if ever-” Johnny quickly checked himself. “I took you out of the club because you were too close to the blood- but, fuck, i’m not making any sense.” The rich man let out a sigh, chuckling to himself and running a ringed hand through his dark, chestnut locks. “It’s good to have an assistant. Good to have an assistant who is a bit of a badass.”

Bambi felt her skin flush with heat and embarrassment, her eyes moving down to her drink again as she tried to fight the smile that worked its way onto her lips. “I’m not a bad ass.” She tried to tell him, but Johnny waved his hand at her words.

“Don’t be silly.” He said. “It takes one to know one, so you have to trust me on this.”

Bambi continued to look down at her drink, and that's when two fingers found the bottom of her chin, gently prompting the brown eyed girl to look up at her new boss. 

“Trust me.” Johnny told her, “you’re a badass.”

His fingers left her chin, and Bambi managed a smile. “Thank you.”

She had no idea why he was being so nice to her. There was something in the back of her mind telling Bambi that this was all a game, a way to get into her pants- but then she remembered he was already paying her ten grand just to come on this little lunch date, where she’d given Johnny a run down on her time with Doyoung. She felt confident she’d be doing actual work soon- with the next day being her first day going into Johnny’s main office building- but it still felt odd to be receiving compliments and money when Bambi wasn’t sure she’d done any work yet. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to let me go back to being a stripper?” Bambi sighed as Johnny finished up his food.

“I’m sure I don't want you going back to a job that risks you getting covered in blood after bar fights.” Johnny responded quickly. “Do you not want to be my assistant?”

“I just-” Bambi sighed. “I feel as if I’m taking advantage- ten grand for some assistant and receptionist tasks-”

“You’re cute,” Johnny interrupted her with a grin, “thinking you’re the one taking advantage.”

Bambi blinked at Johnny, tilting her head as if to ask him to explain.

“I see what it is,” Johnny nodded to himself, his fingers tapping against the table again. “You don’t think I’m rich enough to be able to afford you. That’s what this is, isn’t it?”

“No, I-”

“I’m teasing.” Johnny assured Bambi. “But trust me, money is not an issue. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Say it with me.” Johnny prompted, “money is not an issue.”

Bambi sighed. “Money is not an issue.”

“And I am worth ten grand.”

“And I am worth ten grand.” Bambi repeated.

“In fact, my boss should tip me.”

“In fact… my boss should tip me?”

“Now you’re just being greedy.” Johnny shook his head, clicking his tongue and taking out his wallet, which was practically overflowing with bills. “Take it.” he said, pulling out a few and tossing them down onto the table with little regard to the actual sum. 

“I can’t take more money-” Bambi immediately tried to fight back, only for Johnny to raise a hand, effectively shutting her up.

“They’re for Louboutins.” Johnny assured her. “Go get yourself a pair of red bottoms for work tomorrow. If I have some red on me,” he tugged at his blood marred sleeve playfully, smirking, “you should too.” 

Monday 

Johnny could hear the click of heels in the hallway outside, and his gaze rose from his computer, fixated on his door. He swallowed thickly, licking his lips in preparation for the beautiful woman who was about to come into his office with his lunch.

Bambi had texted him, asking what he wanted her to grab for him on her way into the office, and Johnny had allowed the stripper to choose her favourite, using it as a bargaining chip to get her to eat with him. 

He hadn’t put much thought into what food she’d bring, in fact, for the past hour, he’d been more pleasantly occupied going through a catalogue of outfits she could show up in. He’d loved her tight little pencil skirt she’d worn for her first meeting with Doyoung, and at lunch the day before she’d been in a black dress- 

Johnny was not expecting her to be in pants, and when Bambi stepped into his office in a pinstripe outfit, complete with pants and a matching little vest that showed off her cleavage in a way that was just bordering on being inappropriate- the man who was used to being in control, was completely floored. 

Johnny scanned her up and down quickly, eyes landing on the black pumps she wore, a pointy stiletto toe sticking out from under the length of Bambi’s pants. 

“Happy Monday.” Bambi said, leaning in the doorway for a moment, eyes also lingering on her boss, who was still seated at his table.

He adjusted his suit under her gaze, sitting up better and pulling at his tie, which was suddenly feeling too tight. “It is now. Come. Sit.” He motioned to the chair just opposite of his work table. “What did you get us for lunch?”

“Thai.” Bambi responded. 

“My favourite.” Johnny beamed.

“I know.”

“You know?” Johnny cocked his head, watching the pretty girl take her seat, setting the food down in front of Johnny. He reached for the bag, undoing it while waiting for her response.

“I made Doyoung give me a list of some of your favourite things.” Bambi told him, pulling the day planner out of her over the shoulder purse. She flipped it open to the first page, showing it to Johnny. “Your favourite restaurants.” She trailed her finger down the list, “favourite foods- which reminds me-” she reached into her back again, pulling out a thermos. “I made you some coffee.”

“You made me coffee?” Johnny’s eyes widened.

“I have an espresso machine, I’ve always found home made to be better than in store.” 

“Then you must be pretty damn good at making coffee.” Johnny told her, reaching for the thermos and unscrewing the lid to let the steam and delicious smell escape and perfume the room.

“Smells good.” He nearly groaned, able to feel his mouth starting to practically water as he brought the drink to his lips. “Holy shit.” he said, eyes widening after he’d swallowed his first sip. “You’re lying to me, this coffee is from a store, there’s no way you make coffee this good at your house.”

Bambi smiled, “I'm glad you like it.” She removed the two take out containers from the bag she’d brought with her, handing one to Johnny. “So, I was looking at the schedule Doyoung made for you and I found a few spots where things could be changed for efficiency-”

“Really?” Johnny’s brows raised in surprise.

“Yes, for example, Doyoung has you starting your day at the office here, then going out for business deals before returning to do things within the building- however, your business deals are generally closer to your home, and it would be substantially easier for me to just switch a few things around-”

“Then do it.”

“Hmm?” Bambi raised her eyes from the day planner, looking at Johnny.

“If you think it’s more efficient that way, then change the schedule and make it work.” Johnny shrugged, snapping his chopsticks apart before skewering them into his noodles. 

“But Mister Kim-”

“Doyoung’s not my scheduler anymore, you are. So do what you want with my schedule.” Johnny pushed Bambi’s food towards her, “now eat.”

Lunch was over sooner than Johnny would have liked it to be, and his unwillingness to see the pretty girl leave matched the eagerness he’d felt earlier when awaiting her arrival. At least he got a fabulous view of her new red bottoms - and her ass - as she left, promising to go over his schedule and do some readjusting to make things as smooth as possible.

“Was that your new assistant?” Came a voice from Johnny’s door minutes after Bambi’s departure, and he lifted his eyes to see Mark Lee standing there.

“Yup, that was her.” Johnny answered, standing up and grabbing his jacket. 

��She’s like, really pretty.” Mark said, moving to the side to allow Johnny to brush past him through the doorway, then the younger Canadian fell into step next to the Chicagoan. 

“You know the reason for that.” 

Everyone knew about Johnny’s ex-stripper assistant by now, and Johnny was prepared for the onslaught of questions and attention this would bring. It wasn’t really Mark’s business who Johnny hired, but Johnny did kind of enjoy this reaction, the hint of jealousy read between the lines. 

“What are we talking about?” Jaehyun asked as he stepped out of his own office to join the two men on the way to the elevator that would take them down to the lobby, where they’d grab a car to take them to their next ‘meeting’. 

“My new assistant.” Johnny said smoothly, pressing the button to call the elevator.

“Bambi, right?” Jaehyun asked. “The one from your club that Lucas takes care of for you?”

“That would be the one.”

“I heard about the whole blood thing.” Jaehyun’s tone is nonchalant, as if this is the most regular thing in the world, which for them, it often is. “Poor Bambi, she can be a bit of a skittish one.”

“Oh dude, you know her?!” Mark asked in shock, and Johnny was happy his friend had verbalized the question so he didn’t have to. This was the first Johnny was hearing about this.

“I know her.” Jaehyun nodded, stepping into the elevator to press the L button. 

Johnny felt his skin prickle, his long lost green eyed monster struggling its way to the surface. Johnny wasn’t the type to be jealous often, if ever, and the feeling was always somewhat foreign when it bubbled in his chest. It was a feeling he didn’t like, and it made him narrow his eyes.

“Elaborate.” Johnny said, the singular word filling the elevator as the doors closed and shut the three men in.

Jaehyun shrugged, his hands finding their pockets. “You know me. I like to go and test out our top performers.”

Test out.

Johnny felt the urge to remind Jaehyun that the girls who danced at their clubs weren’t prostitutes, that he couldn’t simply ‘try them out’... but Johnny knew Jaehyun. And he knew his history.

They’d been at one of Yuta’s clubs when Johnny had first seen Jaehyun’s taste for voyeurism. The man could have had anyone he wanted in the whole bar, but he’d fixated on the main dancer, his eyes glued to her the whole night. He’d tipped graciously, and Yuta had warned Jaehyun; “my girls generally don’t sleep with club patrons.”

To which Jaehyun had responded, “no one’s ever said no to me.” He’d disappeared backstage, not returning until some time later, sporting a trail of lipstick on his neck.

“Ten grand for Bambi as an assistant,” Jaehyun moved his head from side to side as if weighing options, “all things considered, that’s a fair price.” The elevator doors opened. “When I had a weekend with Bambi, all in, that shit cost me more like 50k.”

Johnny was nearly frozen, realization hitting him. He’d heard about the stripper Jaehyun had taken to Bora Bora, a stripper he’d been very secretive about-

He’d never, in his wildest dreams, thought that stripper would be Bambi.

Tuesday

Bambi could sense something was off when she entered Johnny’s office for her second day as his lunch companion. He hardly even looked up at her from his work, and it had caused her to momentarily falter in the doorway, wondering if she should enter at all.

He’d said ‘come in’, and Bambi had stepped into the office that overlooked Chicago, walking over to Johnny’s desk to place the takeout. Johnny still hadn’t taken his attention off his laptop, and Bambi placed her hands behind her back, beginning to fidget with her nails while she walked over to the windows.

There was a plane going by overhead, and Bambi followed it with her eyes for a while, waiting in the quiet of the office for Johnny to say something.

“Are you going to come eat?” Came his voice after a few minutes of silence.

Bambi turned, assessing the man who was now looking at her. He’d removed their food from the delivery bag and set Bambi’s wrapped burger on her side of the table- if she could call it her side.  

Bambi took her seat in silence, adjusting her dress as she got comfortable. She couldn’t help but note how Johnny watched her. She lifted a manicured hand to the collar of her dress, fixing it, delighted that he continued to follow her every movement. 

“There’s something missing with your outfit.” Johnny said, finally tearing his eyes off of her as his large hands reached for his burger.

“Hmm?” Bambi cocked her head, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear from where it had come undone from it’s bun. “And what’s that?”

“Pearls.” Johnny said simply. “Nothing says elegance quite like pearls.”

Bambi considered it for a moment, smiling at the idea of a pretty necklace encircling her neck. “Maybe matching earnings.” She mused.

“Now you’re talking.” Johnny smiled, leaning back in his chair. 

“Is fashion one of the industries you’re a part of?” Bambi asked, reaching out to unwrap her burger, which she was beginning to regret buying. Doyoung had mentioned Johnny was a fan of pub food, and seeing as he had a long day ahead of him, Bambi had wanted him to have enough fuel- she hadn’t really counted on eating one herself but when she’d messaged Johnny about this, he’d told her to grab one anyways. 

“No, but it should be.” Johnny responded, setting down his burger to wipe his hands on the napkins. Then he began to remove his suit jacket, his broad shoulders moving deliciously under his dress shirt as he laid the discarded jacket over the back of his chair. Then he rolled up his sleeves, making neat cuffs near his elbows.

Bambi tore her eyes away from Johnny’s forearms, but not before noticing the sunflower that marred his skin on his left side. She wondered if he had more tattoos, and she wondered if they were all pretty florals- something she’d not expected from the man sitting in front of her.

But then again, when did he ever truly meet her expectations? Johnny made Bambi question everything she thought she knew about businessmen, because she’d never met a businessman like Johnny. 

She doubted there was anyone like Johnny period- businessman or not.

She wanted to remark that Johnny needed a little doll to dress up, but immediately bit at her tongue, her mind moving to more turbulent waters where perhaps she could be his doll- but Bambi knew how quickly the tides could turn with an arrangement like that, and she knew first hand what it was like to drown.

She’d met Jaehyun when she was just beginning to make a splash in the stripper scene. She’d gone from nights making maybe $800, to making thousands after being scouted to join a new club that catered towards businessmen. 

The women who worked there had had a past with these types of guys, and they’d acted as a surrogate family, helping Bambi navigate the new, treacherous waters of the underground world. 

Jae had been everything Bambi had wanted in a businessman. He’d been beautiful, kind, respectful- when Bambi had met him, she’d told him she wasn’t interested in sleeping with clients of her workplace, and Jaehyun had accepted that. 

He’d continued coming to the club, showing up on Bambi’s shifts and paying big money simply to watch her dance. He hadn’t pushed her, hadn’t even tried talking to her- and Bambi had enjoyed that about him. One day, after a shift, she’d found him at the bar and decided to join him for a drink, surprising the businessman, who was more than eager to make room for the stripper next to him.

What was supposed to be one drink, turned into three, for Jaehyun at least - Bambi made it a rule not to ever drink more than two shots when she was out. And somehow, Bambi had ended the night agreeing to go to Bora Bora with him on vacation. He’d promised to book a place with two rooms, and he’d been true to his word… which had only made Bambi want him more.

She’d practically jumped him their first night in paradise, and had been his soft little doll the remainder of the trip, dressing for him and performing, playing up to be the perfect girl, as she was used to.

But that’s all it had been, a play, a farce.

Bambi could play the part of the little doll, but in the end, she was so much more than that, and she’d realized Jaehyun would never truly understand what it was like for her. She’d told him when they arrived home that whatever they had, had been a one weekend thing, and just as he’d respected her saying no at the beginning, he’d respected her ending it as well.

Yes, being a doll was not something Bambi never truly wanted to be again. An automaton ready to bend to the will of others- that’s not who she was, even if her new would-be puppet master did look like Johnny.

Wednesday 

“This is really your favourite?” Johnny asked, looking up from his food to the beautiful woman sitting opposite him.

“You haven't even tried it.” Bambi smiled softly, bringing her chopsticks to her rice bowl to grab a piece of broccoli.

Johnny swallowed thickly, once again down casting his eyes. “Vegan food, huh?” Johnny said for the third time since Bambi had arrived.

Bambi sighed, shaking her head, and Johnny grinned when he looked up at her. He enjoyed having her frazzled, enjoyed toying with the girl who was so high strung all the time. 

“Try this.” she said, offering out her chopsticks, which were holding a nice mix of things from her own bowl. 

Johnny leaned forward, watching Bambi carefully as he opened his mouth. He hadn’t been fed by someone in- well, years. He noted the way Bambi’s hands trembled slightly, and she mirrored his motion to get closer, placing the food past Johnny’s awaiting lips.

Bambi watched Johnny carefully. Watched the way his eyes narrowed as he chewed, as if he was trying to decide if he liked the food or not. Then he broke into a grin, his cheeks somewhat stuffed, and Bambi had never seen her boss look so soft and sweet before-

She couldn’t help but grin back. “You like it?” She asked, scooping a helping for herself onto her chopsticks.

Johnny nodded. “It’s pretty good. I can’t believe there’s no meat or cheese or dairy in this-”

“They use nutritional yeast as a substitute for the cheese in the sauce.” Bambi told him.

“And cashew, right? You called this cashew gravy?” 

“Exactly.” 

“You make great coffee, you know about food, I assume you cook?” Johnny asked, as he began to eat his meal.

“Yes, sir.”

“Again with the ‘sir’,” Johnny chuckled, “are you ever gonna just call me Johnny?”

“Not likely, sir.”

Johnny sighed, shaking his head and grinning as he continued to eat. Bambi also couldn’t help but smile as she chewed, savouring the company of a man she was enjoying more and more with each passing day.

Thursday 

“Yes, sir?”

“Johnny.” He reminded her, “and you sound kind of exasperated, are you not happy to hear from me?”

“I was happy the first two times, but now I'm starting to think you just miss me.”

Johnny grinned to himself, moving this way and that on his swivel chair while he eyed his cellphone, his assistant's name blinking up at him. “Maybe I do.”

A scoff came from Bambi’s end.

“No, but honestly,” Johnny sighed, “what was the name of that vegan place we got food at yesterday?”

He could practically hear her smile. “You liked it that much?”

“It was, shockingly, really good. And I was thinking about a burger, but I don't want to get my hands dirty today so i settled on a rice bowl.” 

“Hmm.” The hum on the other end made Johnny stop and think about what else he’d gotten his hands dirty with in the recent days, and his gaze dipped, eyes tracing the scar that ran across two of his knuckles from the time he’d been slashed with a razor blade at a bar before promptly beating the shit out of the young gang member who had been sent to kill him. The poor kid hadn’t known what he was getting into- but Johnny wasn’t the kind to take marks that left scars easily. “What if I don't want you to get vegan food without me?”

Johnny beamed, twirling his chair to look out at the view of the city. He wondered where Bambi was, wondered if he could see her place from here. “Then you should have come into the office.”

“I’m trying to limit the amount you spend on me to no more than fifty grand per week, sir.” Came Bambi’s smooth response.

Johnny chuckled loudly, “darling, i told you, money isn’t an issue. Do I have to make you repeat all of this to me again?”

“You’re not going to trick me into asking for a tip again.” 

“Damn it.” Johnny grinned, standing and heading to the windows. “Where are you right now?”

“Home.”

“Where is home?” Johnny cocked his head, eyes scanning the bustling city below.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Johnny’s cheeks were starting to hurt from how often Bambi was making him smile. He couldn’t help but think about the first night he’d met her. She’d been so quiet, nearly shaking as she stood in the office that overlooked the carnage that had rained down on the club- and her own body.

He could remember her outfit so perfectly, the little corseted piece was less showy than what most girls wore, Bambi’s arms had been half covered by silky looking gloves as well- but Johnny supposed true talent didn’t need to bare it all, it could be seen by anyone who looked at her.

In that moment, Johnny’s mind had short circuited. He hadn’t known whether to be turned on by how ravishing she was, all covered in blood- or to be disgusted that this sort of thing was allowed to happen in one of his clubs- removing Bambi from the situation had been the only remedy, and now here he was, his life irreparably changed.

Three lunches with Bambi and already he was needing her, needing her with every fibre of his being. He wondered what she was wearing, did she ever dress down and relax? He wondered what she looked like in baggy clothes, wondered if they swallowed her whole the way he wanted to. 

Friday 

Bambi had been surprised when Johnny called her at noon to tell her he didn’t need lunch and would instead be requiring her presence for dinner and drinks. When she’d asked him why, he’d said, “to celebrate your first week as my assistant of course!” and hadn’t taken no for an answer.

So there she was, on a Friday night, in a mid to high end range bar, dressed in one of her cutest black dresses, with her new boss. 

“Anything on the menu gorgeous,” Johnny had said when they sat down, “but we’re starting with champagne.”

The bubbles delighted Bambi’s taste buds while the man in front of her delighted her eyes, keeping her completely content and happy while they discussed scheduling. She’d found a number of places where things could be moved around for maximum efficiency, and Bambi had even called Doyoung the night before, having an hour-long conversation with him about all the changes. 

“And then he asked me if he could steal me away from you to be his assistant for fifteen grand per day.” Bambi said, smirking over the rim of her glass of champagne. 

“You told him no, right?” Johnny scoffed. 

Bambi sipped her drink, grinning mischievously.

“You told him no, right?” Johnny repeated more firmly, sitting up in his chair and squaring his shoulders. Bambi nearly drooled at the sight, loving how easy it was for him to go from a happy go lucky man sitting across from her, to a ceo who demanded respect.

“I told him I'd take over all the scheduling if need be, you’re already paying me way more than I deserve for a little micro management.” Bambi said softly, setting her drink down. 

“We’re paying you exactly the right amount.” Johnny reprimanded her, “in fact, i need to raise your salary by five G’s now thanks to fucking Doyoung.” 

Out came the wallet again, and it made Bambi sigh. She both adored having money thrown at her, and hated it… when it came from Johnny. 

She didn’t really want the money. She was happy just being there with him, and the notion was making all sorts of creepy crawlies erupt in her tummy. 

Then something caught Bambi’s attention over Johnny’s shoulder. A familiar face, maybe, she wasn’t quite sure. She’d seen a lot of people come and go through working in clubs, but this man? There was something about the way he kept turning and looking over at Bambi’s table-

She’d been in the club business long enough to know to trust her instincts, and something was off about the man seated at the bar. 

When he noticed Bambi was looking at him, the man quickly turned, and that’s when Bambi saw the mark on his neck, a tattoo, and she was finally able to place him.

He’d come into the club Bambi had previously worked at on many occasions, and she remembered him often coming in with shady looking men who threw big money around. They always grabbed a table in the corner and would come in at off hours-

Now that Bambi was thinking about it, she realized they often had come in when Lucas hadn’t been around- and that’s when her skin began to prickle.

“Johnny?” She kept her eyes fixed on the threat at the bar.

“Hmm?” 

She could hear the concern in his voice, and he leaned forward, but Bambi couldn’t meet his gaze, couldn’t take her attention off the man at the bar for one moment- “Now's the time where you tell me if you’re affiliated with gangs or the mafia or something- because there’s a man at the bar who I think was at the club the night that guy got stabbed.” 

“What?” Johnny whipped around in his chair.

“At the bar, the one with the tattoo on his neck.” Bambi said, “on your two o'clock.” 

“Shit.” Then he was turning to look at her, “Bambi, you’re gonna go to the bathroom and be slow about it, okay?”

“Johnny-”

“Just- go to the bathroom?”

“Are you in trouble?”

“Bambi.” His voice was stern, and he reached out, grabbing her hand and squeezing, “get out of here. Please.” 

“What about you?” Bambi’s body was frozen, and she adjusted her grip on Johnny’s hand so now she was the one holding him, unwilling to let go.

“Don’t worry about me, just go.” He tore his hand from her grip, maintaining eye contact until Bambi finally folded, standing. She took one last look at the man in front of her, and he offered her a smile, “it will be okay.” He said, and she wasn’t sure if she believed him.

Then she headed towards the bathroom, finding a single occupancy room that she shut herself into, locking the door. 

She turned on the sink, letting the cool water wash over her hands, which she raised to her neck, hoping to calm herself down a little, even as her heart raced thunderously in her chest. 

There was a loud sound, and Bambi practically jumped, her entire body turning to face the door. She knew what a gun sounded like. She lived in Chicago after all. She’d heard one before.

She waited, frozen, wondering if there would be another shot-

There wasn’t, but she could hear a commotion, a shout.

Bambi pulled her phone out, quickly finding Doyoung’s contact. He answered on the second ring. “What?”

“Doyoung I’m at a bar with Johnny and I'm in the bathroom and I just heard a gunshot.” Bambi whispered hurriedly into her phone, beginning to pace in the small space.

“Hold on, which bar?”

She told him the address.

“Okay, I’m sending people, but hey-” the man’s tone changed, becoming somewhat softer, “don’t worry, Johnny never goes places without a few guards.”

“We’re alone.” Bambi told him.

“No you aren’t.” Doyoung responded. “You might not have seen the others, but i know for a fact that Jeno and Jaemin are there too, they wanted to see what you looked like.”

Bambi’s heart was racing in her chest, nearly a match to her mind, which was also going a thousand miles per minute. “What?”

“So you’re in the bathroom?” Doyoung ignored her question, “Johnny will come get you when it’s safe. Do you need me to stay on the phone with you?”

“How are you so calm?” Bambi asked in shock.

“Says the girl who kept dancing while splattered in blood.” came a scoff from the other end of the line. “We all do what we have to.”

“Doyoung, am I in danger while working for you?”

“No.” an immediate response… followed by a silence that made Bambi question him. “Johnny won’t let anything happen.”

Now that, she did trust.

There was a knock at the bathroom door, and Bambi froze again, her hands beginning to shake. “Bambi?” it was Johnny’s voice, and she let out a big sigh of relief, hanging up on Doyoung and unlocking the door to throw it open, her eyes assessing her boss and looking for any sign of damage, sign of a gunshot wound- 

“I’m okay,” he assured her, grabbing onto her shoulders, “are you alright?”

Bambi nodded quickly, “did someone get shot?”

“Someone did, but it wasn’t me. Thanks to you.” Johnny said, his fingers moving to pinch her chin affectionately, then he stood straight, looking sideways down the hallway towards the rest of the bar. “We should go.”

“Doyoung said he’d send some people-”

“You talked to Doyoung?” Johnny asked, making Bambi nod. “What a smart girl,” Johnny cooed at her, “doing my job for me- makes things easier. Did he say anything else?”

“Not really.”

Johnny assessed Bambi’s face. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Bambi nodded.

“Then let’s get out of here.” He grabbed her hand and Bambi couldn’t help but notice how much bigger than her he was, and so warm-

He escorted her down the hall, to the main area of the restaurant. “Don’t look.” Johnny told her, purposefully putting his own body between Bambi and her line of sight to the bar, where a few men were huddled around a crumpled form on the floor- 

Bambi was so busy not looking, that she nearly slipped on something- her eyes moving down to find a trail of blood in a groove along the floor that led to a small drain.

She’d stepped in it.

“Johnny-” she grabbed at his arm, clinging to the man who immediately saw what was wrong.

“Here,” he forced her to let go of his hand, kneeling down, “hold my shoulders while i take these off.” He undid the strap of her shoes that went around her ankle, and then pulled her shoe completely off, setting it on the floor. “Next one.” He instructed, helping her out of that stiletto as well. “I’ll get you new ones.” He promised, straightening while Bambi stood on her tiptoes, not wanting to touch the floor with her bare feet- 

Then, in one swoop, Johnny leaned down and picked Bambi up, tucking her in close to his chest. He headed towards the doors of the bar and Bambi looked over his shoulder, eyes falling on the group of men and the dead body.

She said nothing when Johnny carried her into a company car that had pulled up, and when she was prompted, she gave the driver her address, but other than that, the entire ride was quiet. Johnny sat next to her, his arms around her form, and Bambi tried to stop her hands from shaking, a nervous thing she couldn’t control.

“I can walk.” Bambi insisted when they reached her apartment, but Johnny simply scoffed, lifting her up bridal style, the way he had before. 

He carried her quietly in the elevator, and when they reached her door, Johnny finally set her down. Bambi unlocked her apartment with shaky fingers. She pushed the door open and stopped, looking at Johnny, “do you- do you want to come in?”

“I probably should, just to make sure you’re alright.” Johnny nodded.

“Make yourself at home.” Bambi told him. “I think- I think I need to go for a shower or something.”

“Are you sure you want to be alone?”

“I always have been.”

“But you’re not any more.” Johnny told her, fingers once again finding Bambi’s chin to force her to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She pushed his hand away, setting her keys down on the kitchen counter and wrapping her arms around herself.

“I wanted to take you away from all of this. From the clubs and the dangerous men, from the blood-”

“Are you a dangerous man, Johnny?” Bambi asked, looking up at him with eyes that were beginning to well with tears, a sweet release of all the built up emotion she’d just felt. 

Johnny frowned, reaching for her and taking her hands, “sometimes.” He admitted. “But not to you. Never to you.”

Bambi searched his eyes for any deceit, anything that would tip her off that he was lying- but all she found was sincerity, and she could hear it in his voice. He truly meant it. 

“I believe you.” Bambi said, offering a small smile before sniffling, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I need a shower and then I'm going to sleep. This day just needs to be over.”

Johnny nodded sympathetically. “Would you like me to stay for a bit?”

Bambi shook her head. “I’m okay. Besides, it’s not me that guy was after.”

Johnny stayed quiet.

“I’ll see you Monday.” she told him, opening the door to show him out.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” 

Bambi nodded, just about to close the door when Johnny stopped her. “Wait! What shoe size are you?”

Bambi couldn’t help but smile even as tears began to spill down her cheeks, finally released now that she would be alone and not under the watchful eyes of her boss. “An eight.”

“Replacement shoes, size eight, coming right up.”

Saturday  

The first thing on Johnny’s mind when he woke up on Saturday morning was Bambi. He checked his phone, eager to see if maybe she’d called or texted- but he was only met with messages from Doyoung.

He talked to the angry Korean while making his morning coffee and explained what had happened at the bar. Doyoung, in turn, had given a run down on the man that Johnny had killed - along with a scolding on being the one to pull the trigger himself - and things began to become more clear.

The man with the tattooed neck had been hired by a rival gang to stir things up within Johnny’s legitimate businesses, and when that hadn’t worked, he’d decided to take the hit out himself… without knowing who, exactly, he was dealing with.

But Johnny didn’t mind these details, at least the guy was gone. He’d been unprofessional, and Johnny didn’t mind a good scuffle every now and again- if the person threatening his life was actually worth it.

After coffee, Johnny went for a run, and he’d found himself at Bambi’s apartment before he even realized he had a direction. Turning around, he’d gone home, and once he was done in the shower, he’d called Jaehyun to invite him over for dinner.

After finding out Jaehyun had been with Bambi- Johnny couldn’t get the image out of his head. 

He’d been down this road before.

There’d been many instances where Johnny and Jaehyun went after the same girl- they had similar tastes. 

There’d been their first love, a girl they’d met in university. She was a sorority girl and both men had fallen head over heels for her, bending over backwards for her attention. In the end, Jaehyun had been the one who captured her heart- only for him to tear it up and step on it, all while Johnny watched from the sidelines.

The girl had rushed into Johnny’s arms afterwards, seeking comfort, telling him she’d made a mistake- but Johnny had enough respect for himself - even back then, before he was a rich man - to tell her no.

Most girls seemed to choose Jaehyun over Johnny, and Johnny had spent many years coming to terms with it. Jaehyun had this natural charisma, this effortless way of being- and girls naturally gravitated towards him- but he’d never had a solid relationship like Johnny had.

Johnny had been in one long lasting arrangement with a girl, but when he and his friends started going down a ‘darker’ path than the average man, she’d run, too frightened of the late nights, the gun in his bedside table, and the blood she found on his collar from shirts he’d thrown into the laundry when he hadn’t been in his right mind.

Johnny had had a taste of what love could look like, and it had haunted him for the past few years as he walked down his lonely path- and then he’d found Bambi, a girl who had - for better or for worse - found herself on a similar, bloodied set of circumstances- and Johnny wasn’t about to let her slip through his fingers to Jae- who would tear her up and spit her out.

When Jaehyun arrived at Johnny’s apartment for dinner and drinks in the early evening, Johnny waited eagerly for an opportunity to bring up Bambi, but there never seemed to be a good opening. So, finally, when the two moved to sit on the balcony, beers in hand, Johnny simply asked, “what are your intentions with Bambi?”

“My intentions?” Jaehyun laughed, taking a sip of his beer as he settled into his chair.

“I was going to ask you if you’re interested in her, but i figured the answer would obviously be yes, i mean, look at her. So yeah,” Johnny collapsed into his own chair, sighing, “what are your intentions.”

“Come on Johnny, you can’t be serious.” Jaehyun scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Can’t i?” Johnny raised a brow, starting to feel anger bubbling inside of him at his friends' avoidance of answering the simple question.

“I just mean-” Jaehyun adjusted his grip on his drink, gaze dipping, “she’s a stripper, what intentions are there?”

“You ignorant slut.” 

“What?” Jaehyun cracked a laugh, but there was little humour in it.

“I called you an ignorant slut you fucking pinecone.” Johnny stood up, setting his beer down in favour of grabbing onto the railing, focusing his gaze out at the city below in an attempt to calm himself.

It was quiet, and Johnny really didn’t blame Jaehyun for not having a comeback. After all, what do you say when someone calls you a pinecone? 

Johnny could hear Jaehyun stand, and then come to stand next to him. “Dude.” he said, taking another sip of his drink, “you have it baaaaaad.”

Johnny groaned, gripping the rail until his knuckles turned white, “fuck off, you’re still a pinecone.” 

Sunday 

Bambi stood in front of her mirror, holding the outfit in front of her body. She tilted her head, eyes assessing the black dress. It was cute, sure, but was it sophisticated enough? Did it straddle the line of being CEO assistant appropriate whilst still screaming ‘I’m a sex bomb’? 

And why did she care so much?

Bambi groaned, tossing the dress onto her bed. She swirled her Chardonnay, sipping at it while pacing her room.  

She was eager to go to sleep. Eager to wake up and be able to go into the office to see Johnny- and the idea that she was eager over a man?! It had her terrified.

Her new boss had been a frequent visitor of her thoughts all day, and it wasn’t a shock as to the reason why.

Bambi had had a sex dream about Johnny the night before, and he seemed to have a grip on her heart as tight as his grip had been on her neck in her dream. It had been delicious- and to make matters worse, Bambi’s memory of it was not complete.

She knew it had been Johnny, could remember his beautiful brown eyes and the way he’d dwarfed her. She could remember his dirty talk, how he’d called her a good girl and praised her- and she could remember waking up when she came- but other details were fuzzy, and she desperately wanted them to be clear.

She wanted the memory of fucking Johnny to be as vivid as her memories of their other interactions, all the way down to the way he would gnaw on his lower lip when he was thinking something through-

With a groan, Bambi collapsed onto her bed, staring at her ceiling. 

There had to be a way she could make this work. He was already paying her big money to be an assistant- what if she brought up the idea of sugar babying? Would that be putting too much out on the line?

What if he fired her?

What if she made him uncomfortable?

Bambi frowned- she rarely doubted her ability to make men fall for her- but now that she was thinking about it, the rich men she wooed had always been superficial. They’d liked her for her body, not her mind-

But Johnny wasn’t like that. 

He treated her well. He treated her like a person. 

And she didn’t want to mess that up.

But she’d be damned if she didn’t at least try to work something out with him that would result in the gorgeous ceo falling into her bed- for him, maybe she’d be okay if he didn’t love her back- if that was, indeed, what she was feeling.

But then again, how could she possibly be in love already?

Bambi had never felt this confused in her entire life, and she went to sleep with a stormy mind.

Monday 

Johnny wasn’t sure where to look, at the food he should have been eating, or at the absolute snack sitting in front of him. He stabbed at a piece of tofu, forcing his gaze down while Bambi told him about his schedule.

“And then tomorrow, you actually have a pretty relaxed day.” She said, “What's your evening look like?”

Johnny lifted his eyes, laughing a little, “nosey.” He tutted, earning a sigh from the beautiful woman.

“You’re not going to tell me what you’re doing tomorrow night?” Bambi frowned, tilting her head at him.

Johnny smiled softly, giving in immediately, “after work I’ll probably go home, go for a run, that sort of thing.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?” Johnny laughed, feeling very judged.

“Yeah, hmm.”

“What are you doing tomorrow night, gorgeous? Something much better than a run?” 

“Maybe.” Bambi twiddled with her fork before setting it down, folding one hand over the other as she placed them on Johnny’s table, her long nails clicking against the wood. She was nervous, and he wanted to know why.

“Just maybe?” Johnny pushed.

Bambi sighed, her eyes shifting over Johnny’s body in a way that made him feel very exposed, a feeling he didn’t get often. “I was thinking maybe my sugar daddy would take me out for dinner.”

“Your sugar daddy?” Johnny dropped his fork in shock.

Bambi nodded, cocking her head again in a way that Johnny found to be quite endearing. “But I think maybe he’s going to choose a run over me.”

Things clicked in Johnny’s brain, but it took a moment for him to fully register Bambi’s words. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as his mind worked to form a coherent sentence while Bambi stared at him, waiting patiently, like the good girl she was.

“A stupid sugar daddy.” Johnny clicked his tongue finally. Then he leaned forward, resting his chin on the palm of one hand. He allowed his eyes to trail over Bambi’s body the way she’d looked at him earlier, taking in the pretty shirt that had him just itching to reach out and brush his fingers across her exposed collarbones and trace the swell of her breast-

“Sir?” Bambi blinked at him.

Johnny licked his lips. “No games,” he said. “I’m interested. What kind of allowance are you looking for?”

“Allowance? Sir, you’re already paying me ten grand-”

Johnny scoffed, “stop underselling your worth darling, i pay you ten grand for your assistant work, which i expect you to continue, if you’d like. I’m asking how much you want on top of that.” 

Johnny was quite pleased with himself for knowing the ins and outs of sugar babying even though he’d never had one himself. Doyoung had had one briefly, and Johnny had been witness to the rules and regulations that Doyoung had imposed, hell, he’d even made a complete contract with the girl-

If Johnny was remembering correctly, the allowance Doyoung had given his baby was enough- but he wanted to give Bambi more than that. He wanted her every need to be met. He wanted her pampered, wanted her to have her nails done, her hair- anything-

He wanted what she wanted, more than he’d ever wanted anything before, because Bambi’s smile was like his heroin, and he’d just been offered a steady supply. 

“Sir-” Bambi said again, a warning in her voice.

“It’s Johnny.” He reminded her, pulling out his wallet. At first, he went for cash, and then he thought the better of it, his nimble fingers grabbing one of his multiple black credit cards. “Here.” he tossed it down.

“What’s this for?” Bambi blinked up at him, remaining very still, hands not reaching for the card.

“Shoes, hair, nails- it’s for anything.” Johnny said simply. “I’m taking you out for dinner tomorrow night, and I want you feeling like a princess.” 

Tuesday 

With her nails freshly manicured, Bambi felt like she could do anything. Having always been able to read rich men, and play them even better, Bambi decided to take a few pictures of outfits- not of the one she was planning to wear - but of the ones that didn’t make the cut, the ones that were still sexy enough to get Johnny going, without being the main attraction.

Bambi stared down at her phone after sending two images of outfits along with a text that said ‘preference?’, and she was shocked at how loud her heart was. 

Johnny was generally quite fast with messaging back, and Bambi waited a good three minutes before groaning and tossing her phone onto her bed, determined to get on with her routine in preparation for dinner.

But when her phone dinged shortly after, Bambi found herself all but jumping for it, eager to receive praise, which she knew Johnny would bestow more than willingly.

‘You look gorgeous in both doll’ and then, ‘can i pick you up at seven?’

Bambi quickly shot a text back at her new sugar daddy/boss/saviour - she was starting to think of him that way, after all, what else do you call a man who lifts you out of a job where you can be traumatized- 

Bambi frowned at herself in the mirror when she set her phone down, mind going back to the day before when she’d pulled up her big girl panties and put herself out on the line. 

She’d been less than pleased when one of Johnny’s first questions pertained to allowances, which, in all honesty, had been the farthest thing from Bambi’s mind when she’d offered her… services.

She’d kind of hoped he’d take her right there. Throw everything off his desk and pin her down, shoving her skirt up to her waist because he simply could not wait any longer to have her-

And yet, he’d been all business, very much as he’d always been.

When Bambi walked down to the lobby of her building to find Johnny waiting for her next to a Lamborghini, she reminded herself not to fall in love too fast.

And when he took her to one of the best restaurants in the city, she reminded herself that the pampering was part of the lifestyle, part of business, which is what they spent the majority of the time discussing.

But when Johnny ordered dessert for them to share, and insisted on feeding her - holding out the piece of cheesecake on the fork for her to accept with her mouth - she couldn’t help but think there was more to it for him. 

He grinned, delighted with himself when Bambi smiled at the taste of the dessert. “It’s good.” She told him, resting her chin on her palm as she watched Johnny take a bite next. “You like sweet things, hmm?”

Johnny laughed, setting the fork down so he could match her gaze, also resting his chin on his palm as he leaned forward in his chair. “It would take one to know one darling.”

“I can’t wait to be dessert.” Bambi said, the words slipping out before she could stop them- only for her to realize she was allowed to say these sorts of things now that their relationship had taken another step.

Johnny hummed, swallowing thickly and straightening again. Bambi adored that she could get a reaction out of him by saying suggestive things in a public restaurant like this. 

“You’re being bad.” Johnny clicked his tongue at her, but there was still a hint of a smile on his face.

“Do you like that?” Bambi asked, tilting her head as she watched him go for another scoop of cake, which he then offered to her. She wrapped her lips around the fork, enjoying the way Johnny’s gaze was fixed to her mouth.

“Bad girls are fun, but they need to be disciplined.” Johnny stated factually, readying some dessert for himself, “and I’m not really one for putting my foot down on pretty women.”

“So you won’t step on me?” Bambi couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled past her lips and Johnny laughed with her.

Then he sighed, leaning back in his chair. He smiled, looking around and waving down the waitress for the cheque. “Bad girl.” he said again, shaking his head at Bambi before the waitress returned.

Bambi watched him pay, enjoying the visual of his side profile when he turned to accept the card machine. He was so beautiful- and then the waitress was gone, and Johnny returned his gaze to Bambi- only for it to move down to the dessert. “Finish your cake.”

“How can i finish it if you have the fork?” Bambi countered, smirking at the way she’d played him into a corner.

Johnny smiled at her, stabbing the last bite with the prongs of his utensil, which he then held out to her. “Say ‘ah’ gorgeous.”

“Ah.” She humoured him, opening her mouth and leaning forward, knowing it would push her breasts up in a way that would be devastating to the man in front of her. She watched his eyes play ‘what do i prioritize’ as they bounced between her face, lips, and chest.

Then she leaned back again, chewing thoughtfully, all the while meeting Johnny’s gaze with the best bedroom eyes she could muster.

“Let’s get out of here.” Johnny said the moment she’d swallowed.

He stood up, offering his hand out to Bambi as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And she accepted it, as if she had a hundred times before.

“Your place or mine?” Bambi asked when they were once again in the safety of his car, and her eyes slipped down to watch the way his large, warm, beautiful hand found its way to her bare thigh, his long fingers testing and squeezing at her flesh.

“Yours.” He responded immediately, the engine roaring to life.

“Thank you for dinner.” Bambi said, trying to make small talk even as Johnny sped his car through downtown Chicago, a man on a mission.

“Of course baby.” Johnny cooed, squeezing her thigh again. “I like pampering you.”

“I like being pampered by you.” Bambi admitted.

“Just by me?” Johnny snuck a glance at her, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

“Just by you.” Bambi said quietly, feeling her skin flush with embarrassment at the confession. It felt odd to be telling him she wasn’t seeing anyone else, even though she figured it must have been somewhat obvious based on how much time she’d spent with him over the past two weeks. “And what about you?”

“Hmm?”

She watched the way he sucked his lower lip between his teeth while he drove, and she couldn't help but smile at his little habit. “Do you only like pampering me?”

Johnny chuckled, his hand moving up Bambi’s leg slightly and squeezing one final time before returning to the wheel as he pulled into a spot in front of Bambi’s building. “I like pampering people in different ways.” Johnny said, “but if you’re asking if you’re my only sugar baby, then the answer is yes, you are.” 

The car came to a stop and Johnny turned to look at Bambi, who wouldn’t meet his gaze. He grabbed at her jaw, gently prompting her to turn to face him. He smiled at her. “You’re cute.” he told her.

Then he was letting her go, opening his door and exiting the car. 

Bambi watched him come around the front of the vehicle. He’d asked her when he picked her up if she would allow him to open doors for her, and she kind of enjoyed the chivalry of it all when he also helped her out of the Lamborghini, his hand steady and warm. 

Bambi’s heart was racing in her chest as they walked up to the building, her mind reeling at all the things they were going to do-

Then Johnny was stopping abruptly, pulling Bambi back and causing her to nearly trip in her heels. Her hands landed on his shoulders, and he grabbed at her waist, looking down at her with a smile and warm eyes.

“Aren’t you coming up?” Bambi asked in confusion.

Johnny shook his head, continuing to look down at her with a soft expression. 

“But don’t you want to-” Bambi’s heart was racing even harder in her chest, and she couldn’t even finish her sentence, her eyes moving over Johnny’s shoulder to assess a woman passing on the street behind him.

“You’re cute,” he told her, like he had in the car, “thinking I’m going to fuck you on the first date. A cute little baby.” he laughed slightly. 

“But I’m your sugar baby, don’t you want-” 

“To pamper you? Yes, I do, and I just did. I can’t have you getting too greedy.” his fingers pressed into Bambi’s waist, pulling her flush to his chest.

This close, Bambi could really admire the beautiful colour of his eyes and the wonderful structure of his face, but her gaze slid down to his pretty lips and she knew that what little composure she had was gone, replaced with a need that was getting more incessant the more Johnny rejected her offers to allow him to come upstairs. 

“But-” Bambi frowned, ready to turn on her power of persuasion-

Only to be cut off with Johnny’s mouth pressing against her own. 

It took a moment for Bambi to give in, she’d so desperately wanted to convince him to come upstairs with her words- but as she melted into the kiss, she realized she could bend him to her will in other ways.

Bambi’s arms wrapped around the back of Johnny’s neck and she shifted on her tiptoes to get closer to the tall man who had turned her life upside down. Tilting her head to the side, she opened her mouth more, rewarded when his tongue moved past her lips. A groan bubbled in her chest and she kissed him harder, taking a step backwards, towards her apartment-

Johnny laughed, pulling his lips just out of her reach. Bambi’s eyes opened and she met Johnny’s amused gaze. “Sleep well kitten.” he told her, giving her one last peck of a kiss that was way too chaste for her liking-

Then he let her go, and Bambi removed her arms from behind his neck, looking up at him in shock. She was speechless, and no man had ever left her speechless from a kiss before.

“Go on.” Johnny prompted her, putting his hands into his pockets and motioning to the door behind her with his chin. “Go on up, I want to watch to make sure you’re safe.”

She wanted to ask what he thought could happen to her in the meter it would take for her to get to her door. But she couldn’t speak, couldn’t stand up against the man who genuinely seemed like he just wanted to make sure she was safe. So instead, she nodded, turning and following through with his instruction.

Her key fit into the lock and she entered the apartment building, turning to look back at Johnny, who had moved to lean back against the hood of his car, his eyes still on her.

“Johnny?” his name felt foreign on her lips.

“Yes, gorgeous?”

“Thank you.” 

He laughed, shaking his head, “no, thank you.”

Wednesday

The first picture Johnny received during his eleven o'clock drive down to the warehouse was somewhat tame. Bambi was in a high end store, and the shirt she had on was a pretty floral, something Johnny had mentioned earlier in the week in passing. 

The smile that came to his face upon the realization that she was out and shopping specifically for his tastes was enough to draw the attention of Mark, who was sitting opposite of Johnny in the back of their company car. 

“Who texted you?” Mark asked, hitting the button on his left that rolled the divider up between the two men and their chauffeur, a man Mark trusted, but not enough to hear juicy details about Johnny.

“Bambi.” Johnny responded, his thumbs working to type up a quick message of praise as well as a firm statement that read ‘buy it’. 

“What’s going on with all of that?” Mark questioned, his fingers strumming against the leather seat next to him.

“With all of what?” Johnny pocketed his phone, leaning his elbow on the window space next to him, his fingers brushing the underside of his chin as he stared down his friend.

“Jae told me that you have a thing for her.” Mark shrugged. “Was just wondering how it was going.”

Johnny studied his friend, reading the sincerity in his voice. Mark wasn’t asking about specifics so he could tear into Johnny about seeing a stripper or paying her copious amounts of money- he was genuinely interested in Johnny’s happiness, and Johnny didn’t see the harm in allowing Mark to be his first friend to hear about the progress in his relationship with the ex stripper.

“She’s my sugar baby now.” Johnny said pointedly.

“What?! Dude?!” Mark lurched a little in his seat, a massive grin spreading across his face, “that’s amazing! You asked her?”

“No, she asked me.”

“What?!” Mark was leaning forward fully now, a look of shock and excitement in his twinkling eyes.

Johnny chuckled, telling Mark the short story of how Bambi had mentioned a sugar daddy taking her for dinner, and how she’d hinted at it being him. He told Mark how they’d gone out for dinner the night before, and how much he enjoyed it.

“So did you two-” Mark’s ears turned red and Johnny laughed, enjoying the way his friend always got kind of bashful about sex, as if he wasn't a super wealthy, and quite sexuality active, ceo himself.

Johnny shook his head. “No, I dropped her home afterwards.”

“But she’s your sugar baby?” Mark tilted his head, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Having a sugar baby isn’t all about the sex you know.” Johnny sighed, his phone dinging in his pocket. “It’s about pampering-” his train of thought was abruptly cut short as his eyes scanned the new picture that Bambi had sent.

The second image was much more scandalous than the first, and Johnny had not been anticipating such a quick progression from pretty floral shirt to a little lingerie number that covered just enough to make Johnny wonder what he was missing, while tantalizing him to the point he was considering telling his driver to turn the entire car around and take him to the mall so he could fuck Bambi in the change room-

“What did she send now?” Mark asked, leaning forward and prompting Johnny to shield his phone from his friend’s prying eyes.

“Clothes. She’s shopping.” Johnny responded, vowing to call Bambi the moment he and Mark were out of the car and he could step away somewhere private. 

“And you’re not shopping with her?” Mark’s confusion made Johnny laugh, he had a reputation for being a fashion icon, and he was also beginning to wonder why he was allowing Bambi to go and try outfits on without him.

“Not this time.” Johnny said, vowing to make that change.

He’d always enjoyed women’s fashion, and Johnny, as a red blooded male, liked to think he knew style. His first girlfriend, when he’d been a teenager, had loved it when he doted on her. He would take her shopping for hours, enjoying every moment of it as he got to dress up his little doll in clothes that made her look like a million bucks-

And now that he could afford the clothes that not only looked but cost a million bucks- Johnny really wanted to be a part of the selection process again.

The car pulled to a stop and the two men got out, Mark immediately heading to the door that would take them into the large warehouse. “You coming?” he asked when he realized Johnny wasn’t next to him.

“In a moment.” Johnny waved him on, calling Bambi and lifting the phone to his ear, turning his back on Mark.

His baby answered on the third ring with a “yes daddy?” that had Johnny nearly stuttering.

He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes and trying to focus. “How’s my kitten enjoying her shopping?” he asked, pleased at how smooth his voice sounded despite his physical reaction to the way the word Daddy had sounded on Bambi’s lips.

“It’s going very well.” Bambi all but purred in response. “Did you get my picture, sir?”

Johnny hummed low in his throat, opening his eyes to look around and make sure that one of his friends wasn’t going to suddenly arrive and walk in on him having something close to phone sex in the middle of the street. “Yes I did gorgeous, did you pick that set out for me?”

“Of course. It has a few little bows that I thought you’d enjoy tugging at while you open your present.” 

Johnny chuckled, then he sighed, shaking his head at her behaviour and the way she always knew what to say to get his engine revving. “Are you that eager for my cock kitten?”

“I wouldn't be so eager if you had just accepted the invitation up to my apartment last night.” Came Bambi’s coy response. 

“I have to make you wait a little longer, don’t i kitten? Can’t just be bending to your every whim.” 

“Why not?”

He could hear the pout on her words, and he could tell she wasn’t fully serious, which made him grin. “Because then you’d be a spoiled little baby, and I don't like brats.”

“You’d like me if i were a brat.”

Johnny swallowed thickly, knowing she was right. He wasn’t the type to spend too much time teaching proper protocols or behaviours to hookups- but for Bambi? He might enjoy watching her stand up to him only for her to break when he applied the right pressure-

“When do i see you again?” Johnny asked, gaze moving to the door to the warehouse where Yuta had exited and was looking pointedly at the ceo.

“Whenever you want daddy.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Not tonight?” Bambi practically whimpered, and it made Johnny let out a low groan, turning his back to Yuta so he could have one last moment of privacy.

“Greedy girl.” He cooed. 

“Greedy for you.”

Johnny swallowed thickly at her tone, and he found himself becoming more and more attracted to the pouty bratty act with every response from his new sugar baby. “Clear my schedule tomorrow night baby, I'll pick you up at six.”

“Okay daddy.”

“And darling?”

“Hmm?”

“If you spend anything less than two grand in that lingerie store, I'll have to punish you, and i will be checking receipts to make sure.”

Thursday 

Bambi knew she looked amazing as she exited her apartment to find Johnny waiting for her with his Lamborghini. She’d spent all day planning her outfit, and the tight, red dress that hugged her every curve has a record of being a show stopper- in fact, someone had even crashed their car from being too busy gawking at Bambi the first time she’d worn it for a night on the town.

Johnny let out a low whistle, pushing off from his car and holding out a hand for Bambi. “Do a twirl for me sweetheart.” He prompted, lifting their joined fingers so he could assist her in the spin that Bambi was more than willing to preform for him.

“What do you think?” she asked, eager for compliments after going a day without her newfound source of joy.

“I think you look amazing.” Johnny said, his voice dipping as he roughly tugged Bambi to his chest, grinning down at her while his hands found her hips. “Give papa a kiss.”

“Papa?” Bambi raised a brow at him, unable to help the laugh that tumbled out of her.

Johnny shut her up with his lips, and her giggles died down in favour of kissing him back. Her arms went around the back of his neck and she pushed her body flush to his chest, enjoying the contact while Johnny’s  hand moved down to grab at her ass, squeezing. Bambi let out a soft moan that Johnny immediately ate up, his lips twisting into a smirk as he pulled away, blinking down at her. “Ready to go?”

Bambi nodded. “Your place?”

Johnny chuckled. “You’re not even going to let me wine and dine you first?”

Bambi shook her head, biting into her lower lip while she looked up at Johnny with bedroom eyes, fluttering her lashes in an attempt to win him over.

Johnny sighed, shaking his head, “what am i going to do with you?”

“Anything you want.” Bambi answered, leaning forward to press a kiss to the underside of Johnny’s jaw. He swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing and making his already beautiful neck look even more inviting.

“Let’s go.” Johnny said, releasing Bambi’s waist. The two of them entered the car, and Johnny’s hand found Bambi’s thigh nearly immediately, his warm fingers giving her a small squeeze. “Did you enjoy shopping yesterday?”

Bambi nodded, resting her hand on top of Johnny’s and lacing their digits. “I had a lot of fun.”

“How much did you end up spending in that lingerie store?” Johnny snuck a glance at Bambi when they reached a red light, and she felt her skin heat with anticipation.

“Just over two grand, like you told me to.”

“And you have the receipts to prove it?” Johnny asked, his hand moving up and down her thigh, fingers tracing little patterns.

“Of course.” Bambi couldn’t help but laugh, shocked at how serious he was about the whole receipt thing. 

“Good girl.” he squeezed her thigh before taking his hand away to return it to the wheel. “Next time you go shopping, i want to go with you.”

“You do?”

Johnny nodded, pulling into the underground garage beneath his building. “Can’t let my baby go shopping without anyone to tell her how amazing she looks in her outfits, and the pictures you sent were nice, but i doubt they do you justice.” 

Bambi was overcome by his words and the way Johnny turned the wheel, expertly backing into his parking space next to his other luxury car in a matter of moments. When he turned the car off, reached for her hand, lifting her knuckles to his lips for a kiss. Then he grinned, pulling away and winking at her, “come on.”

She moved in autopilot, her mind reeling as the elevator went up and up… and up. 

After their last dinner date, where Johnny had left her needy and wanting more, Bambi had been forced to take matters into her own hands. 

Focusing on the image of Johnny in one of his beautiful suits, Bambi had utilized what she remembered of her wet dream to make a somewhat complete picture of what a run in with the tall chicagoan man could look like.

She’d cum harder than she had in months with her own hand wrapped around her throat, too small to be Johnny’s, and, like the fingers buried in her cunt, simply not good enough.

Bambi laced her digits with Johnny’s as the elevator came to a stop at his penthouse, tucking in close to his arm. 

Johnny laughed at her behaviour, stepping out of the elevator and into his luxury penthouse. Bambi had never been in an apartment that was this expensive, with an electronic key card needed for the elevator to take them directly here, and her eyes eagerly took in the space.

“Wow!” Bambi breathed, stepping forward and letting go of Johnny’s arm in favour of heading over to the floor to ceiling windows.

“You like the view?” Johnny asked, joining her.

Bambi nodded.

“You’re my best view.”

“Oh my god!” Bambi rolled her eyes, scoffing- but her reaction was cut short by Johnny stepping behind Bambi and pinning her to the window with body, his hands flat against the window on either side, boxing her in. 

Bambi held herself very still, her heart suddenly racing in her chest as Johnny trailed his nose up her neck, breathing in. “You smell so good.” He told her. “Like flowers. Do you like flowers, princess?”

Bambi swallowed thickly, shifting and pushing her ass back against Johnny. “Yes, daddy.”

“Guess i’ll have to start buying you flowers then.” The man behind her groaned, and she could feel his cock straining against her. He felt big, like the rest of him, and it made Bambi whimper, pushing back against the man who continued to box her in with his massive form. 

“Johnny-” she whined, and he let up a little, allowing her to turn and face him. 

As soon as he was looking into his soft, chocolate brown eyes, everything she was going to say dissipated from Bambi’s mind, and instead, she found herself leaning up to steal a kiss from Johnny.

His hands found her waist, and Johnny pulled her flush to his chest, away from the window. Bambi was so lost in the feeling of his tongue invading her mouth that she was hardly aware of the baby steps he was taking, moving them through his apartment. 

Then Johnny was collapsing back into the couch, dragging Bambi with her, and earning a small scream on the way down from the girl who had been caught unawares. Johnny grinned up at Bambi, helping her adjust to straddle his waist, her knees cushioned against the soft couch, her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. 

“You look so pretty today.” Johnny told her, his fingers pulling at the red strap of her dress, watching it move back against her skin. 

Bambi’s heart swelled with pride, and she kissed him again, cupping his face between two hands. Johnny met her lips with a smile, his grip on her waist tightening and prompting Bambi to grind down against him. 

She could feel his cock dragging against her clit, her dress moving up as she ground down harder, eager for stimulation. “Baby,” Johnny said softly when Bambi moved her kisses to his neck, “i want to see you dance, can you do that for me?”

Bambi felt a shiver run up her spine at the idea of dancing again. Since Johnny plucked her from stripperhood, she hadn’t practiced her movements. “What if i’m not good at dancing anymore?” she asked, pressing a kiss to his skin and hiding in the crook of his neck, her fists moving to ball up in the front of his shirt.

Johnny laughed, “you can’t really be worried about that.” when Bambi didn’t answer, he pushed at her, forcing Bambi away from his neck so she could meet his gaze. His fingers gripped her jaw, “baby, you were the best dancer at the club, i doubt you’ve lost your touch.” he let go of her. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but i’d be lying if i said i haven’t thought about how beautiful you’d look on stage. It’s a shame i never visited my own club and was able to see you before-”

Before the bar fight that ended with Bambi being covered in blood and in need of a rescue. 

The memory of that night lit something in Bambi’s chest, fuelling her with confidence. She was a profession god damn it, whether that be with dancing or assistant tasks, and she was a professional sugar baby too- if Johnny wanted to see her dance, she could give that to him.

“You really wanna see me dance?” she asked, looking up at him and toying with the buttons on his shirt.

Johnny let out a low hum, relaxing back into the couch and letting both of his arms spread out over the top of backrest. “Give me a show, Bambi.”

For a moment, Bambi simply revelled in the sound of her name on his lips. She’d realized he was big on pet names practically the night they met, and while she enjoyed being called princess, baby, gorgeous and the like- having him say her name just felt different. It felt more intimate, and it was enough to have Bambi nearly bursting with energy.

“Do you have music, daddy?” she asked, her fingers moving to his silky black tie, which she began to loosen. 

“Of course,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket, “which song, princess?”

“Dealers choice.” she told him, feeling the confidence surge through her. She could move to any song, could anticipate the music and become one with it, and now she wanted to show off.

Johnny scoffed a little, shaking his head and scrolling through his phone while Bambi got his tie off, tossing it across the room just as music began to play.

She recognized the song immediately, The Weeknd’s ‘Earned it’ playing through bluetooth speakers positioned around the room, the bass already thrumming in Bambi’s chest. 

Johnny tossed his phone down, his full attention moving back to Bambi, who was beginning to sway to the beat while she straddled him. When her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, popping them open, Johnny chuckled, relaxing back against the couch again and squaring his shoulders.

Bambi moved smoothly, sliding off of him and onto the ground between his legs, wiggling her hips before straightening again, her hands grabbing at his shoulders to push at the fabric of his shirt.

She allowed her fingers to slip under the white dress shirt, skimming across his collar bones, dragging her nails against his skin, then she removed her hand, turning around and bending to touch her toes before slowly straightening. 

She looked over her shoulder at Johnny to find his gaze fixed to her ass, she swayed to the music, wrapping her arms around herself as she let the music fill her senses. The Weeknd’s lyrics; “Cause girl, you're perfect, You're always worth it, And you deserve it, The way you work it, 'Cause girl, you earned it, yeah, Girl, you earned it,” resonated with her soul, and Bambi found her eyes closing, her body completely overtaken by the seductive tune.

With a sigh, Bambi grabbed at the bottom of her dress, slowly sliding it up her legs. She hadn’t planned on stripping for Johnny, but luckily for Bambi, the dress she was wearing was of the stretchy kind, and it was all too easy for her to lift it up and over her head, letting the red fabric fall to the floor next to her while she pivoted to look at her sugar daddy. 

Johnny’s teeth were biting into his lower lip, and his eyes looked her up and down, pupils blown with lust. Bambi stepped forward, straddling Johnny, whose hands found her waist immediately. 

“Off?” Bambi asked, undoing the last few buttons of Johnny’s shirt, the only thing keeping his beautiful body, and tattoos, from her eager eyes.

Johnny grinned at her, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers while he shrugged the shirt off. Bambi’s hands found his abdomen and slid up to his strong shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin. She tangled her fingers in his hair, rolling her hips to the beat of the music.

When she pulled her lips from his, Johnny was breathing heavily. Now shirtless, she could see all of the marks that adorned his pretty skin, and she found herself tracing the floral on his chest, momentarily distracted, which had never happened mid performance before. 

With a sigh, Bambi latched onto Johnny’s shoulders, using his body as an anchor while she tilted her head back, pushing her breasts up towards his face. Johnny eagerly grabbed at the small of her back, adding more support while moved his face closer to her chest, nuzzling his nose against her skin. 

One of his hands moved up, playing with the back of her bra. “May I?” he asked, leaning forward to press a kiss to Bambi’s throat that nearly had her twitching, he’d been so close to her sweet spot-

She nodded, swallowing thickly, her own hands trailing from his shoulders down to his pectoral muscles and back. She was all but holding her breath as Johnny peppered her collar bones in kisses while his fingers unhooked the clasp of her bra.

“This is so pretty.” he hummed against her skin, moving the straps down her arms gingerly.

“Thank you.” Bambi breathed, unable to help the moan that bubbled up when Johnny pressed a kiss to her neck, suckling at her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging and earning a groan from the man who was all but worshipping her. 

Bambi let go of him in favour of removing her bra completely, and as soon as it was gone, Johnny was kissing her again. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her tight to his chest, her nipples stimulated by the skin on skin contact. She rolled her hips, trying to angle herself so she could drag across his thick shaft, still held at bay by his pants.

“Johnny.” she whined, and the man in question moved his kisses to her neck before beginning his decent. One of his large hands slid up from Bambi’s waist, cupping at her breast and kneading the flesh gently, earning a moan from the woman who threw her head back in ecstasy, letting out a small whimper. 

His teeth grazed over her nipple, and then his lips suckled at her, earning even more moans from Bambi. 

“Johnny-” she said again, trying to get his attention. As much as she loved his mouth on her like this- she missed the clash of their tongues and the way he seemed to enjoy nibbling on her bottom lip.

Johnny hummed, rubbing his face against her chest before pulling away, blinking up at her, “yes, princess?”

“I want you.” She forced her hand between their bodies, grabbing at his cock and squeezing. Johnny’s fingers dug into her skin, and he groaned, standing up abruptly and causing Bambi to latch onto him, heart lurching in her chest.

“Bedroom.” Johnny told her, cradling her against his body, his hands finding her ass as he carried her through the apartment while Bambi began to kiss his neck to pass the time. 

“I like your tattoos.” Bambi hummed, resting her head on his shoulder while she allowed her fingers to trace the marks on his skin.

“Thank you.” Johnny smiled, reaching his bedroom. “Where do you want it gorgeous?” he asked, spinning her around and making Bambi giggle while she hung onto his shoulders. “The bathroom? I have a jacuzzi.” he cooed, then he spun her again, “or maybe against the windows- you’re not afraid of heights are you?”

Bambi laughed, shaking her head and looking up at the man with wonder in his eyes. He was absolutely dazzling, and she hadn’t a care in the world where he decided to fuck her, as long as he followed through and promptly blew her back out. 

“You know what?” Johnny spun her around one final time, “i want you on the bed.” then he was tossing her, and Bambi was free falling, the same butterflies erupting in her tummy right before she landed as she’d been feeling all week. She propped herself up on her elbows, laughing at the man who stood at the foot of the bed, his hands already working on his belt.

“Can i help?” she made a move to sit up fully, eager to sink to her knees for him and show her sugar daddy exactly what her mouth could do- but Johnny shook his head, looking up at her, his eyes trailing over her body.

“Stay exactly where you are.” he told her.

Bambi smiled, letting out a sigh and relaxing into the bed, enjoying the way the sheets felt against her bare skin. Then Johnny roughly grabbed her foot, dragging Bambi down the bed and earning a small scream of surprise from the woman he blanketed his body over, grabbing at Bambi’s hands and bringing them above her head while he ground down against her.

They were both still in underwear, and Bambi groaned at the realization, “Johnny-”

“It’s funny,” he grinned down at her, rolling his hips to apply pressure against Bambi’s core. “You only ever call me sir when we’re outside, and the moment we’re in here and you want something, all of the sudden it’s ‘Johnny’, you know the effect you have on me, don’t you gorgeous?”

She did.

She knew he liked hearing his own name on her lips, and Bambi felt her skin flush with embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to be so transparent.

“Hey, look at me.” Johnny’s fingers found her jaw and he grinned down at her. “Why are you getting shy?”

Bambi tried to kiss him, but Johnny stayed just out of reach, his eyes searching hers, waiting patiently for an answer.

“I just-” Bambi looked away, only for Johnny’s fingers to find her chin again, his grip stronger this time. “You see through me.”

“I do?” Johnny made a show of looking her up and down, “i see you right now.”

“No I mean-” Bambi sighed again, “just kiss me?”

To Bambi’s great relief, Johnny gave in, his lips soft against her own. He even relented when Bambi pushed at his shoulders, rolling onto his back to let Bambi be the one on top. When she was situated nicely, straddling his waist, Bambi straightened, her hands coming to rest on Johnny’s chest while he looked up at her with eyes that had stars in them.

Bambi rolled her hips, groaning when Johnny’s cock dragged against her clit, the fabric covering their bodies adding to the stimulation. Johnny grabbed at the back of Bambi’s head, forcing her down so he could kiss her while his hands found her waist, helping her dry hump him until she was sure her panties would be ruined from her arousal. 

“Can i-” Bambi was about to ask, but Johnny was two steps ahead, his hands grabbing at her thong and roughly ripping it off her body, earning a shocked sound of surprise from the woman straddling him. Then he lifted his own hips, pushing his briefs down to release his cock, which slapped up against his abdomen.

Bambi couldn’t help herself, her hand slipping between their bodies again even as she kissed Johnny like her life depended on it. Her thumb brushed over the hard tip, spreading precum over him, and Johnny groaned, hips buckling up.

Then they were rolling again, Johnny easily pinning Bambi to the bed. He pulled his lips from hers, grinning down at his prize. “Condoms.” he told her, arm extending towards his bedside table.

“Pill.” Bambi responded, grabbing Johnny’s face with both hands, “fuck me, please.” 

Johnny chuckled into the kiss, shaking his head slightly but bending to her will again. He lined himself up with her entrance and Bambi held her breath, only for Johnny to pause. “I want to taste you.”

Bambi groaned, from frustration or from lust, she wasn’t sure. The idea of him eating her out was absolutely amazing- but she wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now. “Later.” Bambi told him, shaking her head, “please Johnny, please!” she moved her kisses to his neck, not wanting him to see her face. She was so needy, eyes prickling with tears at the mere notion she’d have to wait even one more minute before he stuffed her full with his cock.

“This might hurt.” he warned her, and Bambi wanted to scoff. Lots of men felt they had enormous dicks, or at least, ones that were big enough to warrant a warning.

As Johnny began to push into her, Bambi realized his warning was one she had to take seriously.

“Fuck-” Bambi moaned, burying her face in the crook of Johnny’s neck while her lover towered over her, his massive body pushing her into the bed as his cock sunk into her tight hole. 

“Jesus christ princess,” Johnny groaned, “you’re so fucking tight- when was the last time you got fucked?”

Bambi whimpered when Johnny was fully sheathed in her, and he moved his head away from her in favour of getting a look at her face. Bambi bent under his chocolatey gaze, “a while.” she admitted, tangling her fingers in his hair. “But i had a dream you fucked me last weekend, and it was so good.”

Johnny chuckled, beginning to thrust his hips, which earned delightful sounds from the woman beneath him. “Last weekend, huh?” he grinned. “So that’s why you came into my office on Monday with your guns blazing.”

Bambi moaned in response, tightening her legs around his hips as Johnny found a rough rhythm. 

“Was i good in your dream?” Johnny asked, grabbing at her chin so she had to look him in the eyes.

Bambi nodded, “so good.”

“What did I do to you?” he leaned forward until his lips were just brushing Bambi’s, and his grip on her jaw kept her just out of reach so she was practically whimpering for his kisses.

“You choked me-” Bambi moaned when Johnny’s hand followed through with her words, sliding down to her throat and applying pressure. “And you called me your good girl.”

“You are my good girl, right gorgeous?” 

Bambi nodded, feeling tears beginning to well in her eyes at how good everything felt- and in the corners of her mind lurked the dark idea that all Bambi was to Johnny was a sugar baby. She was fucking him, and it felt intimate, but she had to remind herself not to be too attached- 

But how could she not be?

How could she not become attached to the man who saved her, clothed her, fed her, and was now fucking her so good she’d be practically ruined for anyone else- because who else would ever compare after this? 

“Those better be happy tears.” Johnny cooed, releasing her neck in favour of brushing away the track that had been left in the wake of Bambi’s surge of emotion.

Bambi nodded, but she knew from the look on Johnny’s face that he didn’t buy it. “Here.” he pulled away from Bambi and she fought to keep him close, but she was no match for her six foot two counterpart. He easily manhandled her to be straddling his lap, his cock once again buried deep inside of her, but now he was sitting up, his back against the headboard, his hands smoothed up and down her sides before pulling her closer. “Tell me what’s wrong.” he said, pressing soft kisses to her face.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Bambi told him, attempting to lift herself in order to sink back onto his length for stimulation, but Johnny’s grip on her tightened, holding her still.

“I’m not going to keep fucking you until you’re honest with me.” he told her. “And i’m warning you, with your tits in my face like this, i can stay hard all day.”

Bambi cracked a smile at his words, hating that he could tell something was wrong- hating that he cared enough to work it out of her.

“I don’t know what to say.” she admitted. 

“Then say anything. I’m sure you’ll find the words.” Johnny moved his kisses to her neck and Bambi sighed, tilting her head back to give him more space. 

“I just-” Bambi moaned when Johnny began to suckle on a spot just below her ear. She sighed, closing her eyes.

Bambi was going to take a leap of faith, and she was prepared to go splat all over the concrete. 

“You want the truth?” she asked, looking for one last way out.

“The whole truth and nothing but.” Johnny smirked against her throat.

“I know you’re my sugar daddy and that generally this sort of thing has rules about feelings but-” Bambi groaned and Johnny pulled away from her neck, but she couldn’t look at him, so instead she covered her eyes with her hands. “I have feelings, and i’m sorry, and i’ll get rid of them-”

“Why are you hiding?” Johnny interrupted, softly grabbing at the hands that she was using to cover her eyes. “Hey, look at me.”

“No.” Bambi pouted, closing her eyes once Johnny had successfully moved her hands out of the way.

“Hey, look at me.” he was chuckling softly, and when his hands came to cup her face, Bambi finally took in a deep breath and opened her eyes, blinking at the soft man below her. “Who says you have to get rid of your feelings?”

“What?” Bambi’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“I asked, who the fuck told you,” his hand moved to her throat, squeezing, “you had to get rid of your feelings for me?”

“I did.” Bambi squeaked, and Johnny took away some of the pressure he’d applied to her neck, furrowing his brows. ��I told myself i can’t have feelings.”

“Why?” he looked quite confused.

“Because you’re my sugar daddy and these things don’t work that way!” Bambi groaned, pushing at Johnny’s hands so she could hide her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m a stripper-”

“Ex stripper.”

“Who cares?! I’m still an ex stripper and ex strippers don’t get the guy.” Bambi was nearly trembling, and she could feel tears welling in her eyes at her statement. It was painful to be honest like this, but she’d seen the way things worked out with girls in her business. No matter how many times Lucas had come to the club to see one of the dancers, a girl named Crystal, he never made a commitment, and Bambi had always known the reason for it.

For so much of her life, Bambi had prided herself on being a realist, on being someone who had a job to do and got it done- but now she was allowing feelings to get in the way of her doing her job- no one wanted a crying stripper straddling them-

“Well princess,” his fingers trailed up and down her back, “I’m here, and unless your prince charming is someone else, it looks to me like you got the guy.”

Bambi pulled away from his neck to look into his eyes. “But i don’t mean just for now Johnny, i mean-” 

“I know what you mean.” Johnny shushed her with a kiss, “and you don’t see me going anywhere, do you? Bambi, i pay you fifteen grand just to have a lunch date with me- do you really think the feelings you have are one way?”

Instead of answering, Bambi kissed him. Her mind was too busy racing for her to be able to come up with a coherent sentence, so she put all of her happiness into her motions, her arms wrapping around the back of Johnny’s neck as she kissed him like her life depended on it. 

Johnny grinned against her lips, his own arms moving around her, and then they were rolling again, Bambi’s back hitting the comforter as Johnny flattened his body over her own, his hips flush to hers. “Ready for more?” he asked, kissing at her eyes to make sure the tears were gone.

Bambi nodded, beaming up at him, “break my back like a glow stick daddy.”

Johnny laughed, burying his face in Bambi’s neck while he groaned, “why was you asking me to break your back so god damned cute?” he moved his kisses up her jaw, then pulled away as his hips began to move, “why is everything you do so god damned cute?” 

Then his hand found her throat and Bambi moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head while her legs twitched on either side of Johnny’s waist.

“My good girl likes being choked, don’t you princess?” Johnny cooed, squeezing tighter. 

Bambi nodded, feeling her pussy tighten around Johnny’s length.

“You close baby?” Johnny asked, his thrusts becoming even rougher, causing the whole bed to hit the wall audibly. 

“Yes Johnny, fuck- you’re so big, it feels so good-” Bambi dug her nails into Johnny’s back and he groaned, his thrusts faltering slightly.

He released her neck in favour of finding both of her hands and lacing his fingers with them. He gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Bambi’s, grinning down at her, “gonna cum with me sweetheart?”

Bambi nodded, pressing her lips to his as Johnny worked them both to their orgasms. She came first, her pussy clamping down on Johnny’s large cock, and it triggered his own high. Johnny squeezed her hands as he came, kissing her even as moans slipped out of them both. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Johnny groaned when they were finished, nuzzling Bambi’s head to the side with his nose so he could pepper her throat in little kisses that had her giggling. 

“No, you.” Bambi said stupidly, too fucked out to be able to say much more.

Johnny laughed at her, rolling them again so Bambi could be on top, then he wrapped his arms around her body, keeping her pressed to his chest. “After this, we should try out the jacuzzi.”

“Jacuzzi first?” Bambi asked, yawning, “don’t you want to fuck me against the windows?”

“I guess there’s time for that too.” Johnny chuckled, his broad, warm chest, moving underneath Bambi’s form. She smiled, pressing her cheek against his skin and listening to his heart. 

There would be time enough for everything, and now that she knew that, she’d never felt more content.

Friday

Johnny’s warm brown eyes scanned Bambi’s form, and the brunette standing by his stove was none the wiser. With her back to him, she was lost in her own little world, her focus entirely set on the eggs she was cooking.

Johnny leaned against the door frame, watching the way Bambi moved one hand to her side, nails clicking against each other while she fidgeted. He wondered what was on her mind.

He smiled when he remembered he could ask her.

Quietly approaching the woman at his stove, Johnny entrapped her easily, his hands finding the counter on either side of her body as he slotted himself against her ass, running his nose past her ear in a way that made her laugh, pulling away. He’d found Bambi was quite ticklish in specific spots, and he’d already abused this newfound fact a number of times, not that she’d seemed to mind.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” he asked.

“Eggs, and your coffee should be done.” 

Johnny pressed a soft kiss to her neck, breathing in her smell while he moved his hands to grab at her waist. “A woman who makes good coffee.” he sighed, “what did i do to deserve this?”

He’d done a lot of things the night before, but he’d be lying if he said he’d been selfless. After they’re dipped the bandaid off and shared their feelings, Bambi and Johnny had hardly been able to keep their hands off of each other.

He’d had her first in the jacuzzi, then against the window- and when Bambi was beginning to look sleepy after three rounds, Johnny had gotten between her legs and eaten her out until her thighs were shaking and she was grabbing at his hair so hard that the pain was making Johnny ready to fuck her all over again-

Yes, he’d done a lot to deserve a cup of coffee, and the visual of Bambi in one of his dress shirts and nothing else. 

Johnny could feel the blood rushing to his cock, and it began to press against his sweatpants, prompting Johnny to hug Bambi tighter, seeking more pressure on the spots he needed her most. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you mumble in your sleep?” Johnny cooed.

“I do not!” Bambi immediately turned in his arms, looking scandalized, her hands finding his shoulders.

“You do.” he insisted, grinning. “Oh Johnny,” he imitated, “Johnny you’re so sexy-”

Bambi rolled her eyes, trying to pull away from her lover, but Johnny held her fast, continuing with his little game as he began to kiss her, starting with her cheek, then her forehead, then her nose-

“You don’t have time for all of this.” Bambi warned him.

“I’ll just call my assistant and tell her i need the day off.” Johnny shrugged. “Hey assistant, i need the day off.”

“But what about your nine o'clock meeting with Mark Lee?”

“He can definitely wait.” Johnny responded, grabbing Bambi’s hand and forcing her to do a small spin for him in the middle of his kitchen. 

“And your eleven o'clock with Mister Kim?” Bambi asked.

“Cancel it.” Johnny tugged her to his chest again. 

“But-”

“No but’s darling.” he told her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “all i want to hear from you today is sir yes sir, got it?”

Bambi sighed, looking up at Johnny with the softest smile he’d ever seen on her bewitching face. “Yes, sir.”

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