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Theodore Nott

Basics:

Full Name: Theodore Nott

Nickname: Theo

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 4 November, 1979

Heritage: English/ Italian

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Blackthorn, Unicorn hair, 11 3/4", Slightly Flexible

Appearance:

Hair Color: Dark brown, a bit fluffy

Eye Color: Striking baby blue

Skin Tone: Olive

Height: 6'

Body Type: Lean and athletic. Tall, well proportioned

Style: Well-fitted jeans or chinos paired with a crisp button-down shirt or a cashmere sweater. Accessories are key to his look, with luxurious touches like leather loafers, silk scarves, and perhaps even a designer watch or cufflinks. His color palette leans towards darker tones like charcoal, navy, and deep burgundy

Features: Confidence, Mysterious aura, Sharp wit, Distinctive voice, Leadership

Personality:

Traits: Reserved, Loyal, Manipulative, Intelligent, Emotionally Complex

Likes: Privacy, Fine literature, Refines tastes, Debates, Chess

Dislikes: Arrogance, Lack of ambition, Betrayal

Hobbies: Quidditch, Reading, Playing Piano

Fears: Vulnerability, Rejection, Turning to the Darker side

Family and Friends:

Father: Mr. Nott

Valued Pure-Blood status

Supporter of Voldemort's cause/ Death Eater

Mother: Mrs. Nott

Died when Theo was young

Instilled his love for literature and fine art

Taught him Italian

Friends: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle

Magic:

Special Abilities: His father taught him darker magic when he was young, though he doesn't like to use any of it. Particularly good at charms and hexes

Boggart: A memory of when he witnessed his mother dying

Patronus: Fox

Polyjuice: Would look velvety black with sparkling flecks of gold and silver. Smell like earthy Italian herbs and leather books with a hint of roses. It might taste like dark chocolate infused with hints of espresso and blackberry, with a subtle undertone of smoky oak and vanilla

Amortentia: Bergamont, Sandalwood, Freshly Brewed Coffee, Dark Chocolate

Backstory:

Theodore Nott was born into a prestigious pure-blood wizarding family, his childhood filled with the enchanting landscapes and rich cultural heritage of Italy. His mother, a talented witch with a passion for art, literature, and music, imparted upon him a love for the finer things in life. She taught him how to speak Italian, play the piano, and appreciate the beauty of the magical world around them.

However, Theodore's childhood took a tragic turn when his mother passed away, leaving him with a profound sense of loss. Compounding his grief was the revelation that his father, though also deeply devoted to his family, had been a follower of Voldemort. With Voldemort's downfall, Theo's father met his demise, leaving Theo with conflicting emotions and a sense of isolation.

Despite his father's past affiliations, he distanced himself from his family's dark legacy, choosing instead to honor his mother's memory by embracing the values she had instilled in him. He found comfort in the company of his friends, particularly during Christmas vacations and over the summer, when he would often stay with classmates Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, and Enzo Berkshire.

Throughout his years at Hogwarts, Theodore excelled academically and athletically, distinguishing himself as a talented and ambitious student. His keen intellect, strategic mind, and refined tastes set him apart from his peers, earning him both admiration and envy. Despite facing teasing and discrimination for his softer side and Italian accent, Theo remained resilient, drawing strength from the bonds of friendship that sustained him.

He discovered a passion for Quidditch, becoming the star keeper for the Slytherin team. With each dive and save, he felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration, leaving behind the weight of his worries and losses, if only for a moment.

Academics:

Best Subject: Charms

Favorite Subject: DADA (But he won't tell you its really Astronomy)

Favorite Professor: Flitwick

Worst Subject: Ancient Runes

Least Favorite Subject: Divination

Least Favorite Professor: Slughorn

Student Life:

Academically excels in his studies, particularly in subjects like Potions and Charms

A regular fixture in the Hogwarts library, spending hours poring over ancient texts and refining his magical skills, teaching himself a new language, (Or really just hiding behind a romance novel)

Respected by his classmates for his intellect and admired for his cool demeanor, though some may find him enigmatic or intimidating.

He enjoys spending time in the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, honing his skills as Keeper

He also indulges in his love for art, literature, and music

Girls at Hogwarts are drawn to Nott's confidence, intelligence, and refined tastes, finding themselves mesmerized by his cool demeanor and mysterious aura

While he remains discreet about his romantic interests, there is no shortage of girls vying for his attention and affection.

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i saw ur vamp!isagi and it made me blush the whole day HSJDNCSJAJAN now i wanna see possessive vamp!nagi or rin !! i love ur words sm <3

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, suggestive, mentions of blood, drinking blood, vampires, possession, pining, some nagireo if you squint, vampire!nagi, fem!reader.

vampire!nagi is a little different to the others in their clan. i think he’s a bit more lazy than possessive.

i feel as though he wouldn’t have as much of the trauma that older vampires like isagi and kunigami might do. he doesn’t find being one as much as a burden or a hassle other fledglings like rin might do either. nagi was mostly turned because reo liked to feed on him, liked his company and wanted to keep nagi as his treasure for the rest of eternity. 

for nagi, his undead life as a vampire is easy. he never has to sleep, as those of his kind don’t get tired. he can game all day and all night with no consequences of sluggishness the next morning. there’s no need for him to train or exercise — his reflexes are sharp and fast, sometimes they make him dizzy. how new and improved his senses are. but again, it’s a small price to pay in order to live forever. 

the only thing that truly irritates vampire!nagi is his change in appetite. eating before was a hassle, but now the desire quench his thirst with a cherry red elixir known as blood is even worse. magi’s fangs ache from their place protruding out of his pink gums — especially when he forgets that feeding is absolutely necessary for him to survive even in this modern day life. 

“your laziness will be the death of you, nagi,” his sire, reo, warns with twisted affection — letting the fleshing feed eagerly off of his wrist. “my blood alone can’t keep your appetite at bay for long. especially since you’re a newborn. isagi won’t be happy if you die.” the elder reminds him like it’s a threat. it’s not unnoticeable how much vampire!nagi admires the head of their clan, his power is something to behold. 

blood bags end up being the solution for the white haired vampire too lazy to go out hunting with the others. he sips on them and whenever hunger causes his stomach to cave in, he doesn’t have to move to snack on them. to run after his prey and force himself into a game of cat and mouse for food.

when isagi brings you home for the first time, the clan sees a switch in the younger vampire as soon as your scent wafts through the manor. nagi can’t bare the sting of his protruding fangs cutting up the insides of his cheeks, the blood lust that pours through him and darkens the soft grey of his eyes. everywhere vampire!nagi goes; he can taste the wisps of you, hear the sound of your heart thumping in its place lodged on the left side of your chest. 

throughout your days, you notice nagi staring with his tongue between his teeth and his Adam’s apple bobbing but he never makes a move on you to feed. not because he’s scared like rin, or wants you to beg for him like yoichi…but because there’s too much effort in feeding. he doesn’t know if you’re worth the hassle. 

vampire!nagi wouldn’t know how to deal with prey that screams, that cries and begs for mercy. he’s heard from the other boys that you’re an easy feed with someone you trust — but he doesn’t have the time nor the effort to build a connection with you (even if he’ll be alive for all of eternity). you start to feel as though seishiro doesn’t desire you in the ways that others do. not that it should matter to you, being held against your will and forced to feed monsters with your very life essence. 

but it does, in a twisted way, it does matter that the white haired vampire likes you. you wonder if it’s the way you smell, you know that if you’re too sweet on some days it puts some of the boys off. is it the way you dress? is your heartbeat muffled by the cashmere sweaters you drown in after dealing with a messy tangle in the sheets (mostly isagi’s fault), do you need to wear something lighter for nagi’s attention? 

you express all of this to reo during one of his late night sessions with you, his mouth cool against your bare shoulder as you sit with your back to his chest in his quarters. vampire!nagi’s cluelessness with girls seems to have carried over from his human life into the after life. it seems he needs a little help. and reo ever the gossip, blabs about your little crush on his fledgling to the man himself.

“i do want you,” vampire!nagi breaths against your lips, looming over you despite having to bend down to your height. he easily corners you on a day when the manor is empty and you’re left to tend to household chores. the rest of the clan are out hunting. “you’re a distraction, pretty thing. can’t focus on my games when you walk through the house and smell that good.” 

you won’t deny that he makes you dopamine rush through you, makes you dizzy at the very sight of his fangs just resting on the swell of his bottom lip. nagi is a pretty vampire, you won’t deny that — and his sudden attention has your world spinning. 

he pushes you back against the door with one arm resting on the wood above your head , and you find his sudden effort attractive — making you want to give it all up for him. “then why won’t you feed from me?” your voice is shaky, not fearful and it sends seishiro’s instincts into overdrive. 

“i want to do that too,” vampire!nagi reiterates quietly, suppressing the growl that so annoyingly interrupts his words. “but i didn’t wan’ it to be a hassle. i don’t know how t’hunt like the others. i’ve never…captured my own prey b’fore.” the way you shake underneath nagi’s crimson gaze only serves to turn on his instincts. he wants to drain you dry, wants to see you fall apart and piece you back together. he understands the drive and the hunger of his counterparts… and why they like a sweet thing like you so much. “pretty thing i—“ 

“let me make this easy for you then,” you whisper breathily, so quietly that you almost don’t hear yourself speak. nagi does, his eyes flickering to your lips and then down to every part of you that’s exposed — leaving you up to his greedy scrutiny. you offer your wrist, just like reo does, your scent strong and divine. 

vampire!nagi’s pupils dilate and the black consumed the colour shift in his eyes as he matches into your wrist, tongue lapping over the puncture marks from his fangs as your saccharine blood pours into his mouth. internally, nagi chides himself for his own laziness for you taste so much better than the bags of blood he’s rewarded with by his sire. 

you’re so much more decadent and your squirms against his tall, leaner and cold frame are completely worth it. it causes a pitiful lecherousness to crawl up his spine and curl around the heart that lays still in his chest (though if he were alive nagi is sure that it would beat for you and only you). he sucks and swallows and moans around whatever you give him eagerly, right up until you fall limp in his arms and he has to press you to him to keep you up. 

you’re only set free from vampire!nagi’s clutched when your darling whimpers start to die down and you go quiet from the blood loss. when he pulls away, however, you instantly search for his lips — preening when seishiro kisses you with a passion neither of you knew he was capable of. you taste yourself on his tongue, and he lavishes himself in the scent you leave on his mouth and his lips as he licks against your own. 

“from now on, you’ll come to me when i call,” he grunts against your cheek, allowing you to catch your breath impatiently. he forgets that humans need to breathe where vampires don’t. what a hassle. “i won’t need to hunt you, right, angel?” 

“never.” you promise, smiling in satisfaction and running a hand through the very white locks that tickle your cheek. “you won’t need to catch me when you already have me.” 

from then on, around the manor you’re mostly tossed between the fledglings (and isagi, who practically owns you when they’re not around). rin and seishiro get into immature little brawls over you which the taller, white haired vampire usually wins because his desire for you turns him into some kind of monster that the clan can’t handle. 

vampire!nagi hisses and snarls, claws at anyone who dares to touch you when he’s in the mood for a feed. but when he isn’t, you’re sleeping in his quarters with your head in his lap as he games the night away.  because maybe vampire!nagiis a little more possessive than he once was. he likes having your scent on him, and his on you too.na

[macsimagines]

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(Finally Alpha!Kisaki <3!!! Thanks for the request and compliment this will be one of the last ABO requests I do so I'll try to make it good. Also I feel like an ass because I went overboard on this one... oops can you guys tell I have a favorite)

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Met you through a Rut Aid service. Sort of...

Kisaki was taken aback when he presented as an alpha. He was pleasantly surprised and was at first excited to be apart of an elite. Then his ruts hit and apparently they're out of control.

After a few doctor visits he's diagnosed with over producing dominate pheromones. Its apparently common when a young Alpha is surrounded by other very strong and dominate Alphas.

Because he is so much younger than most of the gang members and finds himself in a leadership position his body is trying to overcompensate.

When his ruts hit is when domineering pheromones' overproduce and cause him to have hyper aggression and feral behavior. His room was in complete shambles and he actually tried to fight his own parents.

Its decided he will be going on intense suppressants and will be having his ruts at a private facility where he will be supplied with artificial omegan pheromones that should calm him down.

They don't. Nothing fucking works for years and years. He's an adult now, and not one thing has helped. He just eats suppresants like they're candy and prays to god he can keep it together.

Nobody else notices his issues though. He keeps it under wraps and when he needs to rut, he usually has his lackeys prepare him a special room.

He's almost killed omegas that volunteer to help him through, he hopes one will actually work but they all smell like shit and his Alpha just wants to rip them to shreds when they get too close.

Then comes a new service that provides alpha's with fresh real omegan scents for their rut. If he likes one then he send his own scented item in. If you're a match you two will begin an anonymous pen pal service.

The idea appealed to him, because he was a very dangerous and private man. He needed his anonymity. It was worth a shot at the very least...

They send him a box of samples filled with items like plushies or sweaters (some freaks send their underwear wtf-)

Kisaki has gone through at least 4 boxes and he's about to give up when he stumbles upon a hoodie. Your hoodie. With some inane cartoon or video game (insert favorite cringe character here)

He throws your bag across the room hard as he can because he's so annoyed and it snags on the edge of the table and rips. Then he smells it.

The most perfect soothing calming thing he's ever had the pleasure of smelling in his life. And its your hoodie. He buries his face in it, drinks it in like its water and he's been dying of thirst.

Oh yes, thank fuck, dear god. You're perfect.

If he had a little more restraint he'd be embarrassed at how fast he comes that night. He's not even in rut but he's fucking his own hand like he's 12 again...

Calls the service the next day and tells them he's incredibly interested in your items and wants them all. Exclusively. He also asks (demands) for your personal profile.

They tell him "Thats not how this works sir." and he almost burns their headquarters to the ground, but decides against it. He has to be smart and safe about this. He can't loose his omega.

Plays along with the service, has his best cashmere sweaters and silk shirts sent out to you.

Its a match! Of course it is. You're all but mated to him at this point, and its decided then that for your heats and his ruts you'll be exchanging scented items.

While that happens he has his men infiltrate the company and find you. Finally gets his hands on your information and wants to puke.

There's nothing wrong with you, its just the circumstances.

You suffer from a pheromone diversion disorder and a pheromone deficiency. Your body has a hypersensitivity to alpha pheromones causing you reject the majority of them and your body produces a miniscule amount of omegan pheromones because of being unable to handle others.

Its like you were made for him. His perfect match...

You're younger, and poor. At least by his standards. He can't stand the fact that you send him your cheap shirts and sweaters. Not because he finds it to be pathetic, but because he knows you deserve better. You need what Kisaki, your alpha, can provide.

Lets you go through one heat with his scented items and gets a letter from you explaining how thankful you are.

"You were the only alpha to like my scent, funny right? Saved my butt though, your smell was the only one I liked too."

Kisaki decides that's it. He's gonna make you his Omega soon. He's got an imported collection of hand crafted luxury collars on the way, you'll pick one out when you're ready he just wants to have them prepared and he plans a meet cute.

He had his men tracking you for weeks, since the first time he found out your name and address. Knows you like to just listen to music and walk in the park. You'll bump into each other, smell one another on accident, and fall in love.

The guy is so dedicated to this that he even wears casual clothes, (Vicuna Wool isn't casual you pompous shit), and when it happens he loses himself for a moment.

Your shoulders brush, your eyes meet, and for once in fucking years, he feels at peace. He doesn't even say what he was planning on saying and you take the lead (that wasn't supposed to happen shit-)

"Uh, heya stranger," you smile at him cocking your head, "Smell'ya around?"

This was easy, you two hit it off. You make it easy... Your personality is incredibly calm compared to his own highstrung one. The only problem is that he doesn't want to wait. He needs you now.

Fate is finally on his side, and you ask about the item exchange. He says "What if we just...Shared our heats and ruts together.

He has you convinced it's a good idea. When else will you meet an Alpha whos smell you actually love?

The key to his plan. You're going to bond Kisaki. He's going to get you so high on his over production of pheromones that you're going to go feral and bite him right on his mating mark.

You'll wake up after your heat and feel like a total monster, while he's on cloud nine. That was the best week of his life, his knot felt so at home snuggly inside you...

Kisaki will comfort you. Tell you its not your fault, that he should've done something... Don't worry baby, he knows you'll take responsibility.

[greenandhazy]

I just queued up a post about sustainable fabrics and started to write something in the tags before realizing that it was drifting away from the point

but PSA: with the caveat that the most sustainable item of clothing is the one that's already in your closet, I would suggest that if you are someone who struggles with temperature regulation, you should seriously consider adding more linen and wool to your wardrobe. determining the "true" environmental impact of various fibers is v complicated, but for a start they both use significantly less water than conventional cotton, and imo the improvement they've had on my quality of life is well worth the substitution.

linen and wool are by far the best fabrics for temperature regulation--the former is lighter and more breathable than cotton and will keep you cooler in the summer, the latter is breathable but heavier and more insulating and will keep you warmer in the winter, even if it gets wet. (there's actually a saying among people who hike/do winter sports that "cotton kills" because you are more prone to hypothermia in cotton undergarments than in wool.) do not even get me started on linen/wool vs polyester.

this is something that I think is especially important given higher cost of heating lately, higher temperatures due to climate change, and the number of people who have health conditions or medications that make them sensitive to heat. this isn't to say that your clothing/bedding choices will compensate for a livable environment, but as someone who used to wake up 2-3 times a week sweating in synthetic sheets for four months of the year, and shiver in an inadequately heated room for another three, these little swaps can seriously make extreme temperatures a little more bearable.

that being said, wool and linen do tend to be more expensive, so if you're looking to get the most bang for your buck, I would recommend starting with:

linen sheets, even just a fitted sheet (some companies do sell them solo). overheating while sleeping is literally the worst.

linen pants, especially if you work in a job that doesn't allow you to wear shorts. linen shirts are also nice, but even cotton/poly shirts tend to be thinner than pants and might already be short-sleeved/you can roll up the sleeves, so the impact of pants will be more immediate.

a chunky wool sweater. avoid cashmere, and merino unless it has cables--these are very soft, lovely wools, but they're generally pretty light and made more for their softness than their insulation properties. for maximum warmth, you don't want a thin "office sweater," you want a "my Irish gran knit this in her cottage on the windy coast" sweater.

wool socks. these are more likely to keep you dry and warm if you're walking through slush or rain, in addition to just general walking-around-the-house warmth. for these I would say the type of wool matters a little less, generally because you do want socks that are somewhat lightweight so you can wear them in shoes. and just FYI you're also more likely to see wool socks blended with silk, nylon, or spandex for strength and elasticity, so don't drive yourself up the wall trying to find the mythical 100% wool sock. even hobby knitters tend to blend wool with something because of the amount of friction that wears on socks.

again! the most sustainable type of clothing is what you already own. but some of these are the kinds of small swaps you can definitely make over time, and you might find them genuinely helpful.

[bitstitchbitch]

fun fact - handmade, sustainable clothing is expensive for a reason! I just spent $90 on cheapish 100% wool yarn that is probably-hopefully enough for a crocheted sweater (I should have bought another 1-2 balls, but planned poorly). This is yarn from a good-sized company - it was manufactured, not hand spun or dyed to my knowledge. Hand-dyed / spun yarn is double that cost, easily. Again, this is just the yarn. A good crochet hook is around $10. Add another couple of bucks for stitch markers and other misc. tools. Patterns can be bought, found online for free, or you can make your own which is what I’m doing. Working without a pattern requires more time - I spent ~1.5 hours today making test swatches just to decide stitch and gauges. Now consider that higher quality yarn comes in hanks, not the pre-wound balls that you usually find in Michael’s or Joann’s. I wind by hand, so that takes 1.5-2 hours to do all six balls. And only once all of this is done can I begin to make my sweater. Which will probably take 20+ hours. So add in labor costs, let alone profit margins and other business expenses and you start to see why most people don’t sell large crochet items. Not many people want to pay over $300 for a sweater (and remember, this is cheapish wool yarn at $14 / 219 yards, not $30 / 150 yards of hand dyed cashmere, so double the cost if we’re talking premium materials).

Hell I made a crochet afghan with cheap cheap acrylic yarn (literally what you find in Michael’s). $75 materials, but it took me 120+ hours of work and the base cost (labor + materials) would be at least $1000 before profit margin. Then consider that it took me over 9 months to finish. I love that afghan. It’s going to last my whole lifetime. I have similar afghans that my great and great great grandmothers passed down to me - it’s literally an heirloom item. I have no regrets about spending all that time and money on it. But holy fuck, it would not be worth it as a business venture.

I guess my belated point is, consider this the next time you complain about the cost of sustainable, ethically produced clothing. And consider that sustainable clothing usually has more longevity if properly cared for. You can usually thrift for immediate needs and save up for those long lasting items! Just never buy crochet items from a store. It’s such a scam. If the price is affordable, it’s probably unethical (small items are still sketchy, but if it’s local business and not a chain you might be okay - some people can make money off crochet if they’re making small items). There are other methods of sustainable clothing production that can produce cheaper items (machine knitting for example, and even sewing is typically faster) but materials are almost always going to come at a premium and hand sewn/ knitted / crochet is going to be even more so.

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[dawn-moths]

“I’ll be your angel, if you bring the devil out in me”

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

part 1 ♡ part 2

word count: 9,000+

(Nanami returns home early from a business trip only to discover his perfect little princess has disobeyed him. He has to punish you, making sure you learn your lesson, but after you do such a good job for him, he decides maybe you deserve a little reward after all.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! some plot and then full smut, sugar daddy nanami, sub/dom dynamics, size kink, alternate universe (no sorcery), reader is chased, manhandling, punishment (spanking with a belt), reader is collared, nanami is good to reader after the punishment, reader is called “princess, baby, baby girl, good girl, bad girl, sweetheart, and angel”, oral (reader receiving), aftercare.

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Nanami was fairly lenient with you when it came to rules.

More often than not, he was the kind of Daddy who liked to spoil his perfect little princess at every given chance. He wanted to overindulge you, prove that he could give you whatever you wanted whenever you wanted it because that’s what good Daddies did for their babies.

“You’re worth all this and more,” he’d justify after an outrageously expensive purchase. He’d place a hand on the small of your back and pull you a little closer in to his side, smiling down at you in that serene way he did— the one that proved he was truly in love— and say, “Anything to make my favorite girl happy.”

You had an entire walk-in closet full of his love— pretty dresses in every color, cashmere sweaters, cute little pleated skirts, designer shoes, handbags, items of jewelry that cost six figures a piece. So when it came to wanting things, having them, you knew all you had to do was bat your lashes, say the word, and Daddy would pull out his shiny black credit card.

As long as you continued to be his perfect little angel, that is.

Sometimes you found yourself in a bad mood, whether from feeling neglected because Nanami was caught up working overtime to maintain his company or simply because you were bored, insisting on being a brat just to see how far you could push your Daddy before you actually made him mad.

You’d broken little rules before, like the one about no swearing, no snacks right before dinner, and especially the one about no talking back.

Those behaviors had earned you a variety of punishments, in the very least, your chin gripped in one of Nanami’s big, strong, calloused hands and a very firm reminder that you weren’t being a very good girl right now. If you continued to act up after that, well…

Being tied up and left writhing on the bed while a vibrator was pressed to your sensitive and overstimulated clit until you were a trembling, crying, drooling mess of yourself, just barely able to stutter out your hundredth apology wasn’t off the table, you knew from first hand experience.

So, yes, while Nanami didn’t instill many rules besides a few that, for you, were hardly restrictive, he certainly didn’t forget to punish you accordingly if you broke them.

There was one rule, however, that you had never dared to break. Never even dared think about breaking, on account of how serious he’d been when he’d spelled it out for you.

“And never— and I mean never— go into Daddy’s office when he’s not home,” Nanami had made perfectly clear after you’d agreed to move in, giving you the full tour and laying down the law of his land. “Definitely not without permission. Understand, sweetheart?”

Back then, you’d nodded, given him that doe-eyed look of yours as you’d rocked on the balls of your feet and promised, “Yes, Daddy. I understand,” like the good girl Nanami knew you to be, most of the time.

But today, following the end of a week-long absence of your Daddy due to a regrettably unavoidable business trip, you’d found yourself rather bored. You’d been so patient already, barely even putting up any fight when he’d first broke the news to you, informing you that his business partner— a tall, handsome, and rather flirtatious man named Gojo Satoru— had been supposed to go and represent the company but had dropped out at the last minute due to “personal reasons”, which meant Nanami had to go instead.

But you wouldn’t be completely alone all the time, Nanami had told you. He’d send some of his junior associates around to check in on you and keep you company for a little while. You’d immediately requested your favorite ones— a girl around your age, maybe a year or two older, named Nobara as well as two young men named Yuji and Megumi— and Nanami had hummed out a tired chuckle, already having assigned them to the task as he’d had a feeling you’d say that.

The first day without Nanami had been hard. You two had said your reluctant goodbyes and he’d reassured you for the fifth time on his way to the door that he’d call every day to check on you himself, but when the trio of Nanami’s employees had showed up to hang out and with food from one of your favorite takeout places just to sweeten the deal, you’d felt some of your loneliness fade for the time being.

The second day, Nobara came alone, though with no shortage of stories to tell you, making you laugh as she recounted a particularly amusing one where Yuji and Megumi had nearly gotten in big trouble with the boss after accidentally misplacing some very important documents, but, through no shortage of shenanigans and Nobara’s help, had been able to retrieve them before it was too late.

You could imagine the look Nanami would’ve given them if Nobara hadn’t saved the documents— and, in turn, saved the boys as well, which she most certainly wasn’t going to let them forget until she was repaid in one way or another— and you felt your stomach sink and swoop in one motion just at the thought of that dangerous, dark tawny glare.

On the third day, it rained, so Yuji and Megumi came over with a series of movies you’d mentioned having wanted to see and the three of you enjoyed a marathon all afternoon cuddled up under the blankets together, Yuji throwing popcorn at Megumi until the raven haired boy lost his patience and nearly had Yuji wrestled into a headlock on the floor. Still, even their banter had you smiling and giggling, and so long as you were happy, so were they. Nanami had made sure to remind them what would happen if they did anything to upset you in several texts that morning.

By day four, you were missing your Daddy something fierce, just wanting to feel his arms around you, breathing in the scent of his shampoo and cologne as you dozed off laying against his chest or in his lap as he finished up some last minute paperwork from home.

You missed the way his rough fingers would draw abstract patterns over your legs or your back until you grew needy enough to start pulling his crisp button up out from where it was tucked into his trousers, your little fingers exploring the firm valleys of his torso, fidgeting with the buckle on his belt oh so innocently until you could feel his arousal jutting hard against your thigh, grinding down on him until he couldn’t focus anymore and hoisted you up, insisting that the rest of his work could wait before carrying you into the nearest bedroom.

You’d tried touching yourself during his absence, imagining it were his fingers instead of yours slipping into your starved little cunt, that it were his palms kneading at the flesh of your breasts or tweaking your sensitive nipples, one hand wrapped around your throat and squeezing from time to time, but it was never the same.

No one would ever be able to satisfy you like he did. He made sure to remind you of this every time he had you splayed out under him, though not with his words.

His actions were more than enough for you to come to that conclusion on your own.

Days five and six went by painfully slow and with no sign of Nobara, Yuji, or Megumi to entertain or distract you. Something had popped up at work, they’d each informed you when you’d sent them timid texts fishing to see who might be around to stop by and hang out. At one point, you even considered contacting Gojo, though when you remembered the types of advances he usually made around you— while most likely harmless and just meant to rile Nanami, as he was always casually flirting with you in front of him— you decided to forgo that option.

So now, having endured the first half of day seven, bored and impatient and wishing Nanami would’ve just brought you with him on his trip, even if it was all long meetings and tasteless hotel rooms like he always complained about, you found yourself counting down the hours until he’d be home.

“Tomorrow morning, sweetheart,” he’d said over that morning’s phone call as you lay in bed, every blanket and pillow and plushie you owned scattered across the mattress to make you feel cozy. “I’ll probably be back before you’re even awake.”

“Promise you’ll wake me up as soon as you’re home,” you’d responded, hugging a big, fluffy white bear to your chest and trying to keep him on the call for as long as you could, his voice bringing you instant comfort. “I don’t care what time it is, I wanna see you.”

Nanami had let out one of those low chuckles, the kind that had a way of warming you from the inside out like heated honey or hot chocolate, and said, “Alright, princess, but it might be really early.”

“Don’t care,” you’d stated with an adorable air of defiance. Nanami could practically hear the pout in your tone. “I’ll stay up all night waiting for you, if that’s what it’ll take.”

A short burst of a laugh escaped Nanami from the other end of the phone and you’d found yourself smiling because of it. “Well, don’t do that, baby. I need my girl to get all her rest, got it?” Then he’d lowered his chipper tone to something dark and borderline sinister as he concluded, “Trust me when I say you’re going to need all the energy you can get for what I have planned for you the first night I’m back home.”

You’d let out a mischievous giggle at his warning. “Oh yeah?” you’d challenged him with a lilting tone. “Well then, guess I better go to bed early tonight, huh?”

The two of you had exchanged some more flirtatious remarks before you heard the muttering of an unfamiliar voice in the background, Nanami’s tone shifting back into something more professional as he informed you that Daddy had very important work to get back to now but he loved you and would see you soon. You sung out a sweet goodbye and then found yourself alone again, turning over onto your back and letting out a long sigh.

You rolled over until you were on his side of the bed, burying your face in his pillow and inhaling what lingered of his fading scent.

Just one more night, you kept telling yourself as you paced the halls, stopping to straighten up or organize little things here and there just to keep yourself busy. Just one more night and then he’ll be home.

After another hour of aimless wandering, you found yourself exactly where you’d started, standing in the middle of the main living area, gazing out the window at another day preparing for its end, the sky clear for the first time in a week. Only, this time you caught the reflection of dark wood in the spotless glass, peering over your shoulder at the two pristine doors that hid Nanami’s home office beyond.

You’d never set foot inside without him home, especially without his permission, just like the rule stated.

But just a quick look couldn’t hurt, right?

Besides, he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning.

He’d never even have to know.

♡♡♡

You knew where Nanami kept the key.

You could barely call it “hidden”, since more than once you’d seen him place it above the tall doorway where it was out of your immediate reach, merely meant to deter you lest you be inconvenienced by pulling over a chair.

But today, all out of ideas on how to make the time pass faster, you found that inconvenience was highly necessary. So you dragged one of the heavy dining room chairs all the way back to his study, careful to lift it as much as you could as to not to scuff the legs across the polished floors.

You pushed it right up to the wall, climbed on top, and reached above you to feel around the ledge of the doorway, the cold metal of the gold key finding your curious little fingers before long.

Instantly, the thrilling adrenaline of this risk began to flood you. You’d only really ever peeked inside before, seen all the pretty books your Daddy kept lining the glass shelves, all the leather bound spines that were hand painted with shiny baroque designs and gothic lettering.

It was like Nanami had been trying to tempt you by allowing those quick glances, luring you into the unfamiliar domain with the romantic antiques and glittering crystal chandeliers.

There was only a brief moment of hesitation after you slid the key into the door and turned it to the right, hearing it click, the sound inviting you in, if you dared. You were chewing on your bottom lip as you debated whether this was right or not. Because, even if he didn’t know, you were still being bad. You were blatantly disobeying him, even after he’d hinted at such pleasurable rewards upon his return. He’d be so disappointed in you if he ever found out but— Oh, one quick look couldn’t hurt, could it?

You pushed the heavy doors inward, the pristine office opening itself up before your eyes, everything so neatly organized it almost looked like a display, completely untouched. Every single book, paperweight, pen— even the stapler and wax seal— were set perfectly straight in their exact place.

It was impressive, if not obsessive, but what more would you have expected from someone like Nanami, who made sure everything— even if you weren’t meant to see it— was perfect?

In the center of the room by the tall, latticed windows was an ornate mahogany desk, the last light of the setting sun spilling in through the windows, bathing the entire room in its golden hour glory.

You carefully placed the key on the edge of the desk so you wouldn’t lose it or forget to lock up after you were done, and while you were trying to touch the least amount of things as possible, it was incredibly hard not to take a seat in the plush burgundy armchair behind the desk. Maybe, if you were extra good, some day Nanami would let you sit in it too, even if it was just in his lap.

Your sock-clad feet treaded carefully around the rug that bordered the desk, afraid your little footprints would press into the imported material and give your mischief away.

And there was just so much more to look at in the room— more than you’d initially realized or prepared for— it was so easy to get distracted.

There was an array of certificates and awards and, to your particular amusement, some photos of Nanami and some of his colleagues when they were younger, Gojo sticking out his tongue and throwing up a pair of bunny ears behind a stoic looking Nanami just as the camera flashed.

There were even a few photos of him and you— a faded polaroid strip from an amusement park photobooth you two had visited over the summer, your cute expressions and glittering eyes paired with his calm grins and gazes of adoration— which sent a warm flutter through your heart.

You hadn’t expected him to care enough to keep them, let alone display them in such a professional room of the house.

It was just another reminder that Nanami really did love you.

It almost made you feel guilty for breaking one of his rules. Almost— until you looked over and caught sight of the shiny, holographic spine tucked between all the deep browns and greens and blues that colored the rest of the books lining the shelves.

Carefully tugging the text free, you turned it over to discover it was a textbook on botany, and as you began to flip through the pages, you quickly became entranced by all the hand drawn pictures of trees and flowers and fungi, plants that you’d never even known existed.

Another hour easily passed while you ghosted your fingertips over one portrait of a plant called the jade vine flower, vibrant turquoise and indigo ink capturing the species’ likeness in a way you could only imagine it existing in a fantasy world of make believe.

You loved it, loved how the artist had given care to accentuate each plant’s shape and hue using only lines and simple shading textures.

Once you reached the end of the book, having long lost track of time but knowing it was nearing dinner on account of the twilight that now painted the sky, your hunch that perhaps this book had been a one of a kind was proven right, a long note scrawled in delicate cursive adorning the inside back cover that addressed Nanami by name.

Your Daddy kept some live greenery scattered about the mansion— little spider plants or succulents dotting display shelves, weeping figs and monsteras that symmetrically stood guard on either side of certain doorways— but you never could’ve guessed he cared for flora this deeply.

You supposed you two were still learning things about each other, even after all this time.

But, as the thought occurred to you with a tender fondness, that was when you heard the distant echo of what sounded disturbingly like the front doors opening and closing. The moment you heard the familiar call of, “Princess, I’m home!” in Nanami’s low, rich vocals, you were plunged into pure panic.

He wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow, your mind exclaimed in alarm as you rushed to slide the book back onto the shelf and exit the office before he could find you, knowing you didn’t have much time with his long stride and curious search for his baby girl, wondering why she hadn’t come running to greet him at the door the moment he made himself known and express how grateful she was that he’d come home early.

There was no time to cover all of your tracks, so in your moment of frantic haste you pulled the chair you’d used to stand on to grab the key inside and closed the doors behind you, hoping Nanami would give you some attention and then go take a shower like he usually did after a long business trip so you could clear the rest of the evidence.

“Shit—” you swore under your breath, shuffling back and forth on your feet, nearly slipping on the hardwood as you debated whether to scurry back inside and grab the key that you’d oh so stupidly left sitting on the edge of his desk. But as his tapping footsteps neared dangerously close, you knew there was no time.

You leapt for the nearest couch, throwing yourself over one side of it and bouncing a bit on the plush cushions, sending some of the pillows falling askew as you tried to play it off like you’d been lounging there all day. Not three seconds later, Nanami rounded the corner, his expression softening as his gaze landed on you. You could tell by his smile alone, the way his brown eyes squinted a bit behind his glasses and he breathed out a sigh of relief, that he’d missed you a whole lot.

“There you are,” he greeted you, already shrugging off his beige blazer and tossing it onto the adjacent arm chair.

You sat up, your face alight with glee though with the undertones of what you hoped read as surprise and not fear. “Daddy!” you gasped, reaching out to him with your eager little grabby hands and giggling as he approached the couch, pulling you into his lap as he took a seat next to you on the sofa.

“I was just napping,” you lied through that adorable lilt in your voice. “I didn’t hear you come in. But you’re back early!”

Nanami took a good, long look at you, cupping your face in both his big palms as his smile widened, smoothing down your slightly disheveled hair— the result of a nap and certainly not the consequences of bratty rule breaking— before allowing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“I was able to wrap things up a little sooner than expected,” he explained in a quiet murmur, rubbing a hand up and down your back as he used the other arm to adjust you in his lap, your embrace slackening to something a little lazier, comfortable against the heat of his body and eased by his familiar scent. “But you don’t want to hear about boring meetings, do you baby?” he asked, pulling you back slightly by your shoulders so he could gaze into your eyes again. “Why don’t you tell me how my perfect little princess’s week went? Did Nobara and the boys bring enough things to entertain you with?”

“Um, well…” you began, your pastel blue painted pinky nail coming up to your lips where you resisted the urge to chew on it out of nervousness. “Yeah, we had fun,” you answered with a slight shrug, your voice only quivering a little towards the end.

“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Nanami cooed, gently pulling your hand away from your teeth before you ruined your manicure. “I thought you liked Megumi and Yuji too?”

Fidgeting and trying not to grow tense, you quickly assured him, “N-no, I do like them! It’s just, well…” You glanced behind his head at the doors of the office, flicking your gaze back to him to find his brow slightly furrowed, suspicious. “I just really missed you, is all! It’s not the same… Y’know… When you’re not around.”

You’d always had a talent for tricking people into thinking you were innocent— a talent for tricking your Daddy into thinking you were a good girl even when you knew you’d done something bad that you didn’t intend to let him know about— but Nanami was the only one who’d seen the other side of you.

The defiant side.

The devious side.

The side that made his little angel look like a little devil, though, so long as he was debauching you for it, Nanami didn’t mind if that streak came out in you once in a while.

He continued to stare you down with that skeptical gaze, clearly sensing something was off. But perhaps it was just the stress from all those meetings, all those sly businessmen with scheming glints in their eyes as they murmured deals under their breath that was causing him to think you were up to no good.

“What is it, angel?” he pressed, his tone almost playful as he tried to pry the truth from you, his fingers flexing where they rested on your hips in warning as he asked, “What kind of trouble did you get into while Daddy was away, hm?”

He’d always been one to give you the chance to fess up, after all. It wouldn’t erase the inevitable punishment, but it did lessen it, if you gave in.

“I promise, Daddy…” you continued to fib, your usually sweet and carefree smile pulled crooked and strained under the pressure. “I’ve been good all week—”

As you leaned forward to hide your face in his shoulder again, Nanami stopped you, temperament turning more serious, his jaw clenching as he blinked at you a few times, slightly cocking his head to one side. “You’re a bad liar, sweetheart,” he informed you, voice devoid of all its previous affection and dipping into something bitter and dark. You felt your stomach twist with dread, throat bobbing with a hard swallow as your smile dropped and you flashed that guilty puppy-dog glance at him, already begging for his mercy without even being aware of it.

“You know what will happen if you don’t tell Daddy the truth, don’t you?” he warned, grip tightening on you just that much harder, likely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips, making you wince and avert your gaze. His next words were laced with a sinister growl, some kind of sick satisfaction embroidered into his threat of, “Or do you need a reminder of what happens to bad girls?”

“I swear, Daddy…” you doubled down, forcing yourself to meet his gaze again, a lightning strike of terror lacing through your bones. “Please believe me…”

And if you hadn’t shifted your gaze to those double doors behind him for that split second, maybe Nanami would’ve been able to let it go. If only you had been resilient enough to not give yourself away.

But, some way or another, Nanami always found out, didn’t he?

When you were being a brat and trying to get something past him, he knew just the looks to give you, just the tone to use, to make you break.

Nanami kept his tight grip on you as he followed where your flickering gaze had led him, right to the double doors over his shoulder, and the next time he looked back to you, you were already tensing at the thought of the punishment you’d just earned.

“Sweetheart…” he inquired outright, pulling you harder down onto his lap when you’d tried to wriggle free. “Did you go into my office while I was gone?”

You shook your head, lips pulled down into a pout, and even more clearly lying by the way you could no longer look him in the eyes.

You hissed in pain as he dug his fingers further into your sensitive flesh, knowing you’d better make eye contact with him unless you wanted even darker bruises than what were already forming under the material of your pleated skirt.

“So you’re saying if I go over there right now,” Nanami asked rhetorically, his dark eyes half lidded and swimming with malice, “those doors will be locked?”

Maybe he’s bluffing, a naively optimistic piece of you hoped. 

Chewing on your bottom lip, knowing full well that you’d been caught, you forced yourself to nod again anyway. If anything, it would merely buy you a few more minutes before his wrath really had the chance to catch up to you and sink its fangs in deep.

Because, while your Daddy cared for you, spoiled you, loved you, his punishments were no laughing matter.

Not when he really meant them. When you’d really done something worth receiving them.

Nanami lifted you from his lap and started towards the office doors, leaving you on the couch cushion next to where he’d been sitting with your legs folded under you and your heartbeat pounding in your chest, adrenaline beginning to surge.

“Last chance, sweetheart,” He exhorted, stopping before the dark wood doors, hand resting on the handle. “Your punishment won’t be so severe if you just tell the truth.”

In your silence, Nanami only grew more impatient, jaw flexing once more in irritation.

“One…” He began to count. You rose from the couch.

“Two…” He turned the handle. You slowly began to back away.

“Three…” Pushing the unlocked door inward, Nanami caught sight of the shiny gold key sitting on the edge of his desk. You froze, tears already beginning to well in your eyes.

Just because you knew what was coming didn’t make accepting it any easier.

Nanami let out a disappointed sigh, starting to roll his shirtsleeves up to his elbows with a precise flick of his wrist as he stated, “I’m disappointed in you, princess…” He gave you one of those dangerous, menacing glares from over his shoulder, loosening his tie. “I expected better.”

You felt your stomach sink and swoop all in one motion, inching back little by little.

It was only when he undid his belt and pulled it free from the loops in his slacks that you let out a gasp and took off running.

So cute of you to think that you could ever escape him.

♡♡♡

Nanami had always been fast. Strong. Strategic.

You’d seen it in the swiftness of his tennis swing, heard it in the crack that followed his golf club hitting the ball and sending it soaring far over the green and out of sight, witnessed it in the way he shook hands with potential business associates, grip firm and dominant.

Sometimes, when he was feeling playful enough, you’d get him to chase you down the halls, your exhilarated laughter echoing through the home you shared as your little feet frantically pitter-pattered around the next turn.

In those times, Nanami would let you feel like you were too fast for him, at first. He’d pretend not to know your favorite hiding spots, pacing the room and looking in the obvious places before sneaking up on you and pulling a startled yelp from you before it faded into a giggle.

“Caught you, princess,” he’d smirk, lifting you into his arms and nudging his nose against yours. That usually was followed by pinning you to the nearest bed or couch or counter and fucking you slow and deep until you were spent and he was satisfied, clearing his head before returning to the mountain of paperwork and emails awaiting him in his office.

Having played those games so many times, you should’ve known outrunning him wasn’t actually possible.

Especially now, when he actually wanted to catch you.

There was no more delighted laughter or startled shrieks.

There was only the sound of your panting, petrified little breaths as his fast footfalls gained on you.

By the time you were nearly at the doorway of one of the upstairs bedrooms, he was right behind you, and when his hands found your waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder that time, your scream wasn’t one of lively amusement.

It was a raw, truly terrified one.

The kind that stung afterward, your shrill voice raking its claws fast and hard against the inside of your throat.

“P-please! Please, Daddy! ‘M so, so sorry!” you attempted to apologize as you put up a weak struggle, watching as the end of the hall you’d come sprinting down grew further and further away, disappearing altogether as Nanami rounded the corner into the bedroom with you. He kicked the door closed with a slam and turned the lock, the sound of the gentle click sealing your fate.

“I-I just wanted to look at your books! I swear! I wasn’t gonna touch anything! I was just bored! Please! Plea—!”

What remained of your panicked begging was knocked right out of you as Nanami tossed you down onto the plush, king sized bed. This one’s comforter was a deep shade of maroon— one of the guest rooms.

Nanami had few rules for himself, but one of them had always been never to dole out a punishment in the bedroom you two shared, the navy and silver master meant to remain a sanctuary for lazy mornings and late night lovemaking.

You’d atoned for your sins atop goosedown quilts in all kinds of colors— charcoal and pine and plum, so far— but tonight it seemed your suffering would be outlined in a shade of deep wine.

“Please, please, please, please—” you sputtered, your tears welling and spilling over as you clasped your hands together before your chest and sat on your knees, praying to a god you knew to be gentle and benevolent to you most of the time, yet equally as vindictive when pushed to be. “Please, I’m sorry! I—”

You choked on the remaining words of that sentence as Nanami snapped the belt between his hands, forearms flexing from the force and causing you to start trembling uncontrollably.

The lump in your throat had grown, impossible to swallow down as crystalline tears streamed down your cheeks in pairs, meeting under your chin and dripping down onto the sheets between your slightly spread knees.

“You know how I feel about disobedience, princess…” Nanami warned, the dim light of the room casting dark shadows over the sharp features of his handsome face. “If you would’ve just told me the truth…” He raked a hand back through his tousled, gold-spun hair, some of the strands falling forward into his dusky glare. “If you would’ve just told me the truth, maybe I would’ve let you forgo the consequences this time.”

Your mouth was open with more pleads for mercy, more apologies, begging him to let you off easy and you’d be so good— so good he wouldn’t even recognize you— from this moment forward, but his voice filled the brief pause before even so much as a squeak of yours could.

“But you just had to be bad, didn’t you? Insisting on being a brat…” He snapped the belt again, stepping closer to loom over you, his shadow swallowing your shivering form whole. “So now…” He cocked his head again, clearing his throat. “Now you have to be punished.”

Nanami ordered you to lay out on your stomach across the bed, giving one impatient gesture of his hand forward to signal you to hurry up and comply. But, as you seemed so intent on making things worse for yourself that evening, you only tried to scoot away from him and back closer to the headboard, more jumbled apologies exhaled between your hitched sobs.

Nanami grabbed you by your ankles, dragging you all the way back down to the end of the bed and pulling another startled yelp from you, straddling your hips as your legs dangled off the edge. The way he handled you told you he meant business, any care for your comfort in this situation disregarded until you stopped your incessant struggling, all attempts at fighting proved futile in the end.

“Hold still,” Nanami ordered, tone as hard and cold as stone.

That time, finally giving up, you did as he said, though didn’t make any effort to cease your crying as he flipped you over onto your stomach, the backs of your thighs on display for him as your feet dangled a few inches from the floor.

You tensed as he hiked up the back of your skirt, taking only a brief moment to admire the delicate, ballet pink lace of your panties and how perfect they looked stretched over that plush ass of yours, knowing how soft and tender your skin was there, how easily bruised.

But then he was taking the waistband in his fist and tugging them down, leaving you vulnerable and exposed, your muscles already clenching in anticipation.

“You’re going to count for me, sweetheart,” Nanami instructed, tone a little less stern as he undid his tie and tossed it aside, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt.

This was likely going to be a long session with how you were acting. Why not make himself more comfortable?

“‘M so sorry— S-so… So sorry…” you muttered feebly, your sobs just beginning to die down only to come back even more suffocating once the punishment actually began. “P-please, Daddy… Please forgive me…”

Nanami clicked his tongue, cooed at you again in a way that, if not for the current situation, might’ve been sweet, and gently stroked his calloused thumb over the swell of your unmarked ass, already imagining what it would look like after he was done with you.

“Of course I’ll forgive you, baby,” he admitted, a tiny grin appearing on his lips for a fleeting moment. But then his tender touch was gone and you heard the leather twisting in his hands as his grip on the belt tightened, preparing himself to deliver the first strike. “After you’ve proven you can be my good girl again.”

You cried out as the first blow hit, Nanami reminding you to keep track of how many or they wouldn’t count before raising the belt to you a second time.

And so you counted, the first few always the worst, the pain starting to taper off into a pins and needles kind of numbness halfway through, and then, by the end, beginning to ache once more as the bruises painted your skin like the rich colors of all the bedrooms— navy, pine, plum, and, new to the list of quilts you’d been punished upon, red.

After twenty hits, Nanami began to take some pity on you, deciding that you’d sustained enough. That you’d atoned.

“That was ten for disobeying,” he explained. You felt the mattress dip beside you as he rested his weight on the edge, some of his rigidness melting away back into care as he caressed the underside of your ass— the only part of it that wasn’t black and blue at the moment. “And then another five for lying to me, the last five for trying to run away.” He carefully pulled your panties back up, smirking to himself when he could see the bruises through the pale fabric of the thin material.

Your eyes were red and puffy, lashes clinging together in watery spikes with salty streaks shimmering down your cheeks, whispers of lingering sobs occasionally hitching weakly in your chest, your entire body veiled in a thin sheen of sweat and buzzing with fading adrenaline, limbs trembling even as Nanami took you into his arms, cradling you and rocking you back and forth as he gently hushed your little whimpers and whines.

“I forgive you now, baby,” he told you, voice silken and sweet as warm honey, one thumb wiping away the last tear to fall. “There’s no need to cry anymore. Though, I do hope this will serve as a reminder to think twice before disobeying me in the future.”

Sniffling and wiping your nose with the edge of your sleeve, flinching as a fresh stinging sensation pulsed on your sore behind when you shifted slightly in Nanami’s lap, putting too much pressure on the bruises, you mumbled, voice a little garbled and mouth coated in your thick, sticky salvia, “‘M really sorry, Daddy… Didn’t mean to upset you… Promise…”

Nanami hushed you again and, that time, you allowed your eyelids to flutter closed, still feeling safe enough in his arms to fall asleep despite the fact that the very same hands holding you so tenderly now had just delivered one of the harshest beatings you’d sustained yet.

“I’ll always love you, princess…” Nanami reminded you. “No matter what. And, you know, Daddy doesn’t like having to punish you like this either. But he does it because he loves you. He does it because he knows you’re better than that, m’kay?”

Drifting into a sleepy daze, exhausted from crying, you just gave a lethargic nod, nuzzling your head closer into his chest.

“Love you, too…” you sighed.

And you meant it.

No matter how many punishments or beatings you received, at the end of it all, you’d still love him.

Because you believed him when he said he loved you.

He might’ve been the only one in the world you’d never question when he told you his love for you was real.

Because he always took care of you, so long as you behaved.

He treated his pretty, precious baby with only the utmost care and consideration, spoiling her with any and everything she could ever even think to want, so long as you followed the rules.

So all of this really was your fault, wasn’t it?

If you hadn’t been such a defiant little brat, then he never would’ve had to have gotten so scary.

“Since you took your punishment so well,” Nanami began again, feeling your body relax a little more against him as you continued to calm down, “I’m going to give you an extra special reward now, alright?”

You opened your eyes, blinking up at him with that innocent, bambi expression he loved to see on you so much. After swallowing down some of the spit sticking to your throat, you asked, “You do?” as if you couldn’t fathom getting a gift after what you’d done today, taking a punishment well or not.

“I do,” Nanami confirmed with a nod and a small smile. Then, faking indecision, he said, “I mean, so long as you really want it?”

Before the full sentence had even left his mouth, you were already nodding your little head, lips slightly parted and drawing in shallow breaths of anticipation.

You wanted it.

You wanted it so bad.

Anything to make you feel like you were back in his good graces again.

So Nanami lowered you down on the bed, fluffing a pillow under your head so you could be more comfortable as you lay on your side and watch him migrate the short distance over to one of the dresser drawers.

With his back turned to you, hiding your reward from sight, he began, “I’ve actually been saving this for you for a little while now, princess.” You perked up a bit when you heard the delicate jingle of a bell, already having a feeling you knew what it was, in some kind of sense. “I hope you like it…”

When he was sitting on the bed beside you again, he let you take the pretty pink collar in your eager little hands, marveling at the way your eyes widened with excitement and delight as you read the heart-shaped name tag daintily clinking against the little gold bell that spelled in pretty cursive letters, “Angel”.

“Can you…” you hesitated, suddenly turning shy despite Nanami knowing full well how much you liked to be collared by him, having ones in all different colors and styles— thick, black, spiked ones that matched some of your racier lingerie, or ones with rings dangling off of them so Nanami could tug you around, guide your face where he wanted it, whether leading your lips to meet his own for a long, deep kiss or forcing you down onto his cock until you were choking on it.

You had fluffy ones and ones with cute charms hanging off the front. Ones that buckled in so many places you could never hope to get them off by yourself and now, probably your favorite one yet, this pretty bubblegum pink one with the cute little bell.

“Can you put it on me?” you finally gained enough courage to ask, batting those doe-eyes at him and trying to be sly about the fact you were needing to clench your thighs together, the gooey wetness of arousal already starting to pool in the pink lace of your panties.

Now on a mission to tease you, it seemed, Nanami simply replied, “Well, I don’t know, sweetheart. The name tag says Angel. So, I think the real question here is…” He leaned in closer to you, one of his hands resting over yours where you held and admired the collar. Lowering his voice to a smooth, seductive tone, he asked, “Are you going to be my perfect little angel tonight, or are you going to continue to be a brat? Because brats don’t get pretty collars, now do they?”

Gazing up at him in that sweet, submissive way you’d damn near perfected— as if it didn’t come naturally to you— you shook your head side to side, promising to be good for him.

Cooing at you with that condescending lilt, Nanami said, “That’s what I thought,” before slipping the collar from your light grasp and fastening it around your throat, reminding you to tilt your head back while he secured the buckle, making sure there was only a tiny gap to breathe if he decided he wanted to take a fistful of your hair to tug on, craning your neck back for him to suck little bruises into.

Once it was secured, he slipped a finger into the front and gave a testing tug, only satisfied as the first little mewl hummed in your throat.

“Arms up, baby,” he directed you, pulling your sweater over your head, taking in the view of you, the way your pink lace bra paired perfectly with the collar, pleated skirt flaring out around you, the plush flesh of your upper legs spilling over the tops of your thigh high stockings.

His mouth watered at the sight, unable to suppress a smirk as he thought to himself that soon all you’d be left in was that pretty pink collar.

As he climbed atop the bed, settling over you, Nanami sighed out in affectionate admiration, “You’re so perfect… Always so perfect, my pretty little angel…”

You nuzzled your cheek closer into his palm as he caressed your face, your eyes falling shut and your breathing now steady, content.

And then Nanami was meeting your lips for a slow, deep kiss. The kind that left you breathless, more of that saccharine arousal pooling in your belly, making you desperate for him.

When he broke the kiss, finally giving you a chance to breathe, a thin strand of saliva bowed and snapped between your two mouths, both of you out of breath but Nanami better at disguising his neediness than you were.

He could’ve stared at you forever— so sweet, so submissive, so his— and never grown tired of the sight. Because, for a man who’d visited many art galleries all around the world, seen some of the most spectacular sights that nature could’ve offered him, you were always going to be the most exquisite and captivating image on the planet.

Moving lower, his mouth explored the familiar planes of your body, in its wake a trail of darkened bruises marked by his teeth, claiming you, as if you’d ever had the chance to belong to anyone else.

As soon as your bra was discarded, sensitive nipples perked by the cold air, Nanami’s tongue was laving over them, causing them to furl even tighter as he took the tender buds into the heat of his mouth.

You knew you were growing wetter by the second, thighs desperately clenching to contain your dripping arousal, wincing as you shifted over the sheets, the sting of the belt’s lashes making a soft gasp hitch before your next moan.

Nanami clicked his tongue at you, saying with a slight song to his words, “Don’t try and hide, baby…” Then, murmuring right beside your ear in that velvety baritone, “You should know better by now that you can never keep secrets from Daddy…”

Forcing your legs to spread before pulling you down closer to him by the meat of your thighs, Nanami couldn’t help but find it cute how you were trembling, your next inhale catching as he grabbed both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. With his free hand, he undid the button on his trousers, hissing as he pulled his aching erection free, sighing with relief as he gave himself a few languid strokes in preparation to sink into the tight heat of your perfect little cunt.

His cock was blushing pink and drooling with pearly pre-cum, and he swiped his thumb along the tip before gliding the same finger along your drenched slit, using both your slick to tease your pulsing, needy pussy, pushing in through the side of your panties. He only took pause long enough to tug down and kick off his pants, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing that aside at the same time.

The next thing to come off was your skirt, your panties pulled down along with it and dropped to the floor, leaving you in only those thigh high stockings and the pretty pink collar fastened around your slender neck.

And, god, just the sight of you…

Nanami almost wished he’d thought to grab his camera before getting you sprawled out like this— the expensive one he liked to bring on your vacations together that always captured the perfect, one in a million shot— just so he could preserve this image forever. He’d keep the print of you locked in the top drawer of his home office desk, the thick, glossy photograph of all your perfect, precious skin on display in such a vulnerable state for his eyes and his eyes only.

It would serve as a reminder to him that perhaps he ought to encourage you to break into his office without permission more often, collecting the private photos like prized pieces of rare art.

“Please, Daddy…” you whined, writhing in your own arousal, little hole clenching around nothing and desperate to be filled. But Nanami was keen to make this part last a little longer before granting you the reward of his cock.

“You’re going to be a good girl,” he informed you, applying the slightest pressure to your clit and teasing you to tears, removing his touch every time your hips tried to buck and steal more pleasure from his fingers, “and hold out until Daddy tells you you can cum, understand?”

The next mewling whine that crawled up your throat had him letting out one of those dark chuckles, denying you yet again as you tried and failed to chase his torturous touch. But Nanami wasn’t out to punish you anymore. Now he was merely playing with you, loving to be the cause of the adorable pout that began to fade into a shy brand of awe as his face slowly lowered between your thighs.

You couldn’t help but throw your head back as he peppered kisses along your inner thighs, so close to the apex of you yet deliberately avoiding it for now, his rough fingers delicately toying with the hem on one of your stockings, slipping them beneath the sheer black fabric to gently knead at the soft flesh there.

Your stomach flinched and fluttered as you felt his hot breath fanning over your weeping cunt, the anticipation alone nearly sending you spilling over the edge.

But Nanami had instructed you to wait until he gave the word. And you were so eager to please him now, so you’d be a good girl and listen.

With both thumbs hooked into one of your stockings, presumably about to pull it down, Nanami suddenly gave pause. “Actually…” he pondered aloud to himself, removing his thumbs from the hosiery and instead running his hands along the curve of your hips. “I think we’ll leave these on this time.”

Attentively readjusting the position of your thigh-highs so they lay perfectly over your legs again, Nanami let out a low hum of satisfaction, everything back in its rightful place. Neat and orderly, just as he preferred it.

Then and only then did he finally gift you the sensation of his hot mouth exploring your tight, wet heat, his long, slippery tongue gingerly prodding at your entrance before spearing into you, dragging hard and flat up the length of your slit, pulling a loud, melodic moan from your collared throat.

In that moment, there were few things Nanami craved more than your pretty little sounds of pleasure and frustration, not failing to notice how hard you were trying to hold out until he issued the order for you to let yourself go.

The second he did— and not a moment sooner— you came completely apart, shining arousal gushing across his chiseled face as he continued to leave open mouthed kisses to your cunt, savoring the taste of you the way you might revel in the sweetness of one of your favorite desserts, completely enthralled.

But this wasn’t the end of your reward— quite the opposite, Nanami merely viewed the first time you came as a prologue to the fairy tale fantasy of pleasure he intended to guide you through.

There was barely enough time for your senses to come back to you through the syrupy haze of your lust before the second chapter was in effect, Nanami’s fingers finding their way into your mouth as he nudged at your slightly parted lips, urging you to suck on them which you did without needing to be told.

A few times, he forced his fingers in a little too far, suppressing a cruel grin as he saw your throat bob with the attempt not to gag, having to remind himself not to be too mean after what he’d already forced you to sustain earlier.

“Doing so well for me, angel,” he breathed, enamored with the feel of your tongue curling around his fingers, spit pooling and slicking the long digits until he deemed them wet enough. A quiet squeak of neediness cracked in your voice when he pulled his fingers from your mouth, a thin strand of saliva sticking to your chin that he gently wiped away with his thumb. “Keep being a good girl for Daddy, ok…”

The next time his practiced touch found your already overstimulated cunt, he slipped two fingers in, beginning to stretch you open wider so you could take him in full, his fingers glistening in the low light as they pumped in and out of you, scissoring inside and making you whimper, nearly letting out a hiss himself as he felt how hard your insides were trying to squeeze around him.

He swore you hadn’t been this tight before he’d left a week ago, and the thought of sinking into you had him becoming even more achingly hard, his cock twitching with want for you.

Besides, you’d both been plenty patient.

You’d earned this.

So, finally deciding you were ready for him, Nanami lined himself up with you, gently nudging into your entrance and trying to swallow a groan as your body squeezed around his tip, feeling himself tense before he was barely even two inches inside.

Your body constricted around his length in rapid, ravenous little pulses, nearly knocking the next breath from his lungs before he caught what little remained of his composure. He’d allow himself to unravel in his entirety too, when the time was right. But he liked to maintain some of his precious control for as long as he could, that in and of itself spurring him on in its own sick and twisted way.

Once he’d pushed his way fully inside, giving you both a minute to adjust to the searing pleasure of each other’s flesh that, despite only seven days away, was starting to feel like the first time, Nanami pressed gentle pecks to your forehead, migrating down to your nose, your cheeks, your jaw, and cupping your chin in his palm, now melting into something warm and tender.

“I love you so much…” he sighed in between his next series of sloppy, wet kisses to your neck, your shoulder. “More than anything in this entire world…”

Your senses were alight with the pleasure and the pain of it all, overwhelmed with the sensation of where your two bodies became one, so much so that you could barely breathe out the words, “Love you too… S’much… Always will…” as you delicately laced your fingers together behind his neck, holding him close to you as your eyes fluttered shut and you murmured with all your saccharine sweetness, lulled by this gentle, dreamy state, “‘Cause you’re perfect, Daddy… S’perfect…”

Nanami always took care of you. The day he’d decided to make you his, called you his perfect little angel and told you to move in so you could be around each other at every moment of every day— so long as he wasn’t sent off on important business meetings, that was— he’d made a promise not just to you, but also to himself, that he’d take care of you in every way you could ever want or need.

That was what good Daddies did for their princesses, after all.

Though, with Nanami’s necessity for perfection, he tended to go above and beyond more often than not.

By the time he began to move, every slow, languid roll of his hips to meet your inner thighs and drive himself deeper into you, carving out a new home in your core— every reverent gaze and grin of devoted adoration he cast upon you— all of it was an unspoken reminder of just how much he loved you.

The same as every whine of his name or his title that left your lips along with the pitched moans that spliced between those syllables as he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you was a declaration of your desire and loyalty to him.

“That’s it, angel…” he encouraged, the dainty bell around your neck jingling more and more every time he thrust back into you, his pace picking up speed and strength along with his panting breaths. “Almost there… good girl…”

Sweat was beading on his brow, more strands of his silky, golden hair falling forward into his stoic eyes. It was only like this, safe within the private confines of a quiet room you two found yourselves uninterrupted in, that Nanami allowed himself to become disheveled and imperfect.

You still thought he was perfect, of course. That beautiful look on his face, pupils blown wide and lids fallen at half mast, jaw flexing as he clenched his back teeth every time your pussy squeezed around him like he just couldn’t get enough of you, no matter how painful the attempt to ride it out as long as either of you could was…

It was like this, in the way that you knew only you were allowed to view him, that you found him most perfect.

And so, after he’d gifted you your second orgasm and finally allowed himself to come undone with you, filling you to the brim with so much of his hot, sticky cum that it overflowed— so much that you felt it in your tummy, you were sure of it— the two of you just lay huddled in the homes you’d made of each other’s bodies till the crashing tidal wave had reduced to the lazy ebb and flow of sea foam kissing the shore line.

You were already beginning to doze as Nanami returned with a warm washcloth to clean you with, though took ample time to stop and admire the mess the two of you had made between your legs first before wiping it all away. He unfastened your pretty pink collar, placing it on the bedside table with a quiet chime from its golden bell, only now ridding you of your thigh-highs, making a mental note to replace them on account of how ruined they’d become from your combined pleasure that had dripped down and stained the edges.

He pulled you into his arms, let your head rest against his chest as he cradled you against him, making sure to keep you warm and sated through your spent state, and murmured all kinds of little love letters into the crown of your head as he also began to doze against the burgundy bed sheets.

Right before you slipped into the welcomed world of sleep, however, a mischievous little flicker of a thought occurred to you.

It said that, despite the consequences, you didn’t necessarily regret getting caught. And, if you could expect a similar outcome to follow if you ever again decided to break into Nanami’s office, you just might take that chance the next time you found yourself feeling bored.

***

(I mean… do I even have to explain this one or can I just say I was “feeling a certain kind of way” again lol.

This really came to me on one of my recent mental health walks when my mind went “y’know what would make you feel better right now? Getting absolutely dominated by Nanami Kento in every way possible.”

Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, happy valentine’s day, I hope you enjoyed. Pretty sure you’ll be seeing more sd!nanami from me in the future.

Byyyye~ <3)

[2jaeh]

Last Summer / Kim Doyoung 

Genre: smut, angst 

word count: 16k

f! college student reader, aged up! Doyoung, slight badboy!Jaehyun and fwb!Jaemin

warnings: dilf!, age gap, old money fic!, cheating, affair, public!, unprotected, daddy!, alcohol!, blackmail!, gaslighting?, multiple smut scenes, let me know if I miss anything. 

A five week business vacation with a bunch of elite families, filled with gossip, rumors and people doing anything to climb the social ladder. But through all the chaos the last thing you suspected was a whirlwind romance with your friends father. 

appearances: college friends : Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, Sungchan, Jaehyun 

aged up! Johnny and Kun. 

A/N: hello! its author SIN here! I haven't wrote a monster fic since FREAKS but im here for old money Doyoung after so many requested a full fic of Country Club. Sorry i've been so IA i hope you enjoy this one !

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It was that time of year again and you and your mom were being dragged to one of your father’s business vacations which entailed around five weeks of your summer at your family’s world renowned resort. Now anyone else would be joyous that they’d be spending a luxury vacation at the hot spot for celebrities in the Summer, but now entering your twenties, and spending almost every summer of your life at this place, you figured it had lost its wow factor.

“Why couldn't we go to the Maldives or Greece like normal families” you groaned, slipping into a cashmere sweater that matched with a pair of capri pants and tennis shoes. You watched your  mother frantically  order the resort employees to prepare the bungalow to her liking until her eyes rested on you.

“Darling I thought I told you to throw those tacky shoes out” she sighed, coming over and giving you a tight squeeze, “and…you can go to Greece on your next semester break okay ? right now we need to mingle with your father’s investors, big smile!”

You gave her your best fake grin before returning back to your room and exchanged your shoes for a more high quality taste. You had no idea why your mom was being so particular about your dress code  being it was only day one and the more important guests only ever arrived in the second week.

You folded your arms and returned back downstairs to the lounge area when a familiar face completely caught you off guard.

“Jaemin!” you squealed, running into the toned man’s arms as he lifted you into a tight hug and engulfed you with his Givenchy perfume. Jaemin, your friend or rather fling whom you actually met via one of your father’s parties, was the son of a very big tech company CEO and your father’s current favourite golf buddy.

Mr. Kim Doyoung, the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on.

Jaemin released you from the hug and you took the opportunity to smile at both Mr and Mrs Kim as they briefly greeted you before returning to the conversation with your parents. You watched as Mr Kim pushed his glasses up as he laughed at some joke your father supposedly told, his gummy smile broke his stoic character and for a second you almost forgot your surroundings.

“Quite the surprise hey” Jaemin snapped you out of your trance and you quickly nodded. “You guys never do summer vacation, what's the special occasion ?” you questioned the dark haired man.

Jaemin chuckled and shrugged. “Dad said there’s a huge investor visiting this time and he doesn't want your dad to fumble any business proposals.” You hummed and looked back at the parents and watched your dad enthusiastically show Mr Kim around.

“Hey Doyoung it's a win win hey” your dad boasted, “our wives are happy, our kids are happy and we get to have a rematch of that golf game you cheated me out of last month.”

“Cheated?” Mr Kim smirked, “are we still running with that ?”

You gulped at his cockiness. Yes this was wrong. Entirely wrong because this was your friends father for fuck’s sake, but you’d been crushing on him for years, way before you met Jaemin. You hated to admit it but Mr Kim was your first real crush.

It all started on the night of your 18th, when he came to the party on his own because he and his family were going to leave on a business trip the next morning. He only stayed about 20 minutes, most of it was spent talking to your father and then he came over, introduced himself and placed a gift in your hands before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“It's Viviene Westwood, your dad said you’re a big fan” His voice was so light and smooth. “My son starts at the same university as you next year, I hope the two of you can help each other out.”

And with that he said his goodbyes and you’d only see him at very special events after that. He did attend your 21st this year, but you and Jaemin had already established a friends with benefits situation and you decided that crushing on a man twice your age who now happens to be your fling’s father was not the path you were seeking.

“Do you think I’d have to sneak into your room every night ?” Jaemin pinched your side and you playfully pushed him before bringing your arms around his neck.

“Honestly our parents are going to be so blackout drunk every night im sure you could walk straight into my room and do whatever you want” you bit your lip and Jaemin smirked in return, enjoying the challenge.

The first two days were pretty much uneventful even with Jaemin railing you into your bed the very first night. Luckily for the two of you your dad managed to get the Kims’ the bungalow right next door and Jaemin made good use of the maintenance ladder and your balcony.

You were grateful you had Jaemin around until the morning you heard a voice you wished was in your head. The voice you thought you’d only hear when University resumed.

Lee Haechan.

“Jaemin hurry up, my arms are killing me here” You heard him say as you stepped out on the balcony to oversee the commotion. Your uni friend, well rather Jaemin’s, was standing outside their bungalow with luggage that definitely exceeded a five week stay which meant that it was likely computer equipment.

Great.

“What are you doing here ?” making sure your voice was definitely unwelcoming. “Wow y/n way to be hospitable to your good friend” he dropped his bags and clapped sarcastically. You watched the workers scramble for the luggage as Jaemin stepped outside to greet his very annoying friend.

“His parents kicked him out for the summer” Jaemin looked up apologetically.

“Can't say I wouldn't do the same” you scoffed while Haechan stuck out his tongue. “My boy and I are going to build a gaming pc, you know good old fashioned bonding” Haechan threw his arm around Jaemin while your poor friend knew you weren't in the slightest happy about this new arrangement.

“Great” you sighed, “hope you two lovebirds have a lovely vacation.”

“You can join us, you know, it's really fun.” Jaemin tried to look hopeful but he already knew you'd rather eat dirt than spend more than two hours with Haechan and build a damn pc on top of that.

You unenthusiastically waved them off and returned to your bedroom and threw yourself on your bed ready to dive into a solemn state until you heard a voice coming from downstairs.

His voice.

You tiptoed down the wooden stairs and you saw Mr Kim sitting at the corner bar with your father both adorning golf wear and engaging in conversation when your father quickly noticed your presence.

“Hey sweety, you're not hanging out with Jaemin today ?” he said while taking a sip of his scotch whiskey.

You groaned while approaching the two men, making sure your attention was on your father and not Mr Kim. “Haechan is here and they're going to spend the entire vacation building some stupid pc” you complained with a pout and your ears perked when you heard Mr Kim chuckle.

“Sorry about that, Haechan can be pretty persistent and I just wanted to help his parents get him out of their hair for a bit” Mr Kim smiled sweetly and you could tell he was genuine with his apology. “If you're bored why don't you come out for a round of golf, make sure your dad isn't cheating.”

“Uhm I don't want to impose…” you began to say and your dad quickly jumped to his feet and threw his arm around you. “My angel will be the best judge I can assure you!” he squeezed your shoulder, “go get ready sweetheart we will leave in 20.”

You stood under the caddy’s umbrella shielding yourself from the blistering summer heat as you watched Mr Kim and your father tee off on the fifth hole. Most of the banter was inside jokes they had going on and honestly you almost regretted joining their session until you saw how immaculate Mr Kim was at playing golf. His form, the way he stuck out his tongue slightly as he concentrated on his next shot and ofcourse how accentuated his muscles were through his golf gear as he swivelled his body every shot.

The heat wasn't that bad after all.

“Sir you have a call at the front desk” the caddy held the phone up for your dad to receive it.

You watched your father’s frown turn into a wide smile signalling it was either a big investor or one of his work buddies. “Hey Doyoung Johnny is here, i'm going to check him in before our wives make a big deal about his sudden appearance” your dad chuckled and hung up the call.

“Ah yes the wives biggest enemy, i'm surprised he actually showed up” Doyoung rested his hands on his golf club. “He didn't bring…her…did he ?”

Your eyes followed Mr Kim’s to your fathers and your dad quickly shook his head as he began handing his equipment to his caddy.

“Oh you know he wouldn't do that, gosh imagine what the investors might think.”

Now this story you were definitely clued up on thanks to Haechan practically interrogating Johnny Suh’s nephew, Sungchan. Mr Suh was a high end lawyer and had been working with your father’s circle of friends for years. He was a prominent figure, anyone and everyone fell in love with him and that's exactly how he got into trouble.  You're not sure of the timeline but according to Haechan Mr Suh had an affair with a young divorcee who’s case he’d been working on. Almost everyone expected his career to plummet after the news broke but it just made him more popular amongst young naive women who thought they too could bag the richest newly divorced big time lawyer.

Your mom couldn't stand him especially because she and the other wives were friends with his ex wife. But your dad never bothered since he’d always say that his ex wife was a gold digger and would have ‘ran him dry’ eventually. Surprisingly Haechan noted that Sungchan was also more than happy to know that his uncle was finally free from that woman.

There’s two sides to every story you guessed.

“Are you really leaving in the middle of the game ?” Mr Kim sighed, “this isn't just an excuse to get out of losing again is it ?”

Your father scoffed and waved his hand. “Oh please we are picking this up tomorrow, but for now why don't you get a little practice with my daughter ? she's got a wicked right swing!”

“Dad I don't think-”

“Let's do it.”

You turned to face Mr Kim who was now holding out his golf club to you as a stunning smile spread across his face. You swallowed hard as your father zoomed off in his golf cart and left you alone with just Mr Kim and the unattentive caddy.

“Mr Kim I'm not the best player so-”

“Hey my rivalry is with your father not you” Mr Kim waved his hand and grabbed a bottle of water. “I’ll go easy on you.”

You refused to be a stuttering mess so you tried your best to concentrate on the task at hand. It should be easy since there’s nothing the two of you could really talk about besides your father or Jaemin.

Oh you hoped he wouldn't bring up Jaemin.

You took your first swing and honestly like you expected it wasnt that grand. You turned to him apologetically while he let out a charming chuckle before joining you on your walk to the next hit.

“You're too tense” he commented and tapped your shoulder. “Since we're just practising, how about I coach you and next time you can win against your father.”  

You watched as he consulted the caddy on the perfect golf club and watched him stroll back over to you and replaced the club you clutched in your hands. The next movement almost had you weak at the knees as he slowly moved behind you and placed his slender fingers on your shoulders and squeezed lightly.

“Relax y/n” he calmly said in your ear. He may have been thinking this was just a friendly exchange but God your mind was thinking very different things. Vile almost absurd things. You nodded and did as he said, exhaling deeply while your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“It's all in the hips you know” he said before clearing his throat, “May I ?”

You nodded again and within seconds his hands were on your waist. It was all very PG but anything he did always felt erotic. You kept your concentration on your posture making sure he wouldn't pick up on your strange behaviour but every touch, every breath coming from behind you felt like electricity.

“Now be gentle, allow your body to lead you to the shot rather than the strength of your hit” He continued and stepped back to watch you take your next shot.

The next shot was better but again you were no Lydia Ko. Mr Kim however seemed to be a perfectionist because yet again you were given another club and his hands returned to your waist. This time it felt a little different. You felt his breath against his neck and his hands were a lot more firmer as he guided you to redo your shot. “Now I know you can do better than that” His voice was low and you felt a sensation develop between your legs. You had no idea how you let your impulses get the better of you but you allowed yourself to arch your back a bit until your ass pretty much grazed against his crotch. You know it was evident too because you heard him suck in a deep breath but you didn't dare turn around.

“Like this..?” you managed to say and heard him hum before slowly stepping away and allowed you to take the shot.

Surprisingly that one was the best you had all day and it even ignited excitement out of you as you jumped in celebration, completely forgetting what had happened a mere seconds ago. “Oh my God did you see that ?!” you squealed and turned to face Mr Kim who had been chewing on his bottom lip before it turned into a sweet smile.

“I knew you had it in you, you're a natural and a quick learner” He held his hand out for a high five but as your hands collided, his fingers entangled with yours and your eyes met his in probably the most intense unspoken exchange in your life. You had no idea what was going on in his head and you were unaware that his thoughts mirrored yours. He had no idea why he did what he did and his head swarmed with so many unresolved questions.

This was his friend's daughter. His son’s college friend.

The caddy called the two of you up to drive over to the next hole and you both silently jumped in the backseat, hoping the situation was just an awkward exchange and nothing more. The drive was bumpy and unusually long. Both you and Mr Kim opted for looking in the opposite direction until the caddy hit the brakes causing Mr Kim to quickly shield you from impact.

“God what the fuck?” Mr Kim cursed and you mentally hated that it gave you another reason to find him attractive. There was no hope at this point.

“S-sorry sir there was a rabbit crossing the path” the caddy looked up into the rear view mirror and you swore you saw fear in his eyes. Mr Kim sighed and muttered that it was okay and to keep moving but as the trip resumed you realised his arm was still draped across your lap.

You adjusted your seating which pushed your tennis skirt higher and now his hand was exposed to your thigh as you waited to see what his next move might be. Mr Kim cleared his throat and you almost gasped when you felt him squeeze your exposed thigh before the caddy finally came to stop.

“I need you to go to the front desk and get more water and please let them know that the rabbits are roaming free on the course at this hour, it's quite dangerous for everyone involved” you watched Mr Kim tap his resort card on the payment machine and watched the caddy leave  you and Mr Kim completely alone.

“What do you study again y/n ?” Mr Kim asked casually as if nothing suspicious had happened all day and set up his next shot. You wiped the beads of sweat forming on your head. “I…study accounting Mr Kim.”

His chuckle made your eyes narrow as he took an effortless shot and turned around to face you. “Call me Doyoung, you do call Kun by his first name don't you ?” his new demeanour confused you. Was he just being friendly all this time and you were mistaking it for something else ?

“Yeah well Kun has been my dad’s friend for ages so-”

“So am I a stranger then ?” he poked his tongue into his cheek, “I guess we have to work on our relationship then.”

Mr Kim, Doyoung gestured for you to set up your next shot. Seeing as you were unsure of his intentions you decided to test the waters again. What was the worst that could happen anyway ? Him peacefully rejecting you would actually solve a lot of your current problems.

“Can…you help me again ? I kinda forgot the posture thing” you battered your eyelashes at him and you watched as his jaw tightened for a brief second before he nodded and came over to his usual position. You wasted no time in pressing back into him but this time you turned your head slightly to see his reaction.

“W-what are you doing y/n?” his low voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“What do you mean, I'm just..playing golf” you replied innocently and you heard him chortle in amusement. You felt his fingers press into your hips as you practically settled in his crotch, a bit proud that you had him a little flustered.

“You’re…a very naughty girl” he hummed as he straightened himself and allowed his fingers to dance on the band of your skirt.

You sighed and hummed in agreement. “I know Mr Kim and it seems like you're not so innocent yourself.”

Doyoung raised his eyebrow at your snarky comment yet mentally cursed his inability to keep his arousal in check. He was in dangerous waters but his head was too clouded with how this was about to play out for him to think about any consequences right now.

“Are you saying that this….exchange has you a little excited as well?” he queried and you felt absolutely delirious with lust.

“You can find out for yourself if you want” you curved your back a bit standing like an open invitation for him to do as he pleased. You expected him by now to at least lecture you that the two of you were out in the open and this whole ordeal was just absurd but instead he carefully stood behind you as your hands tightened around the golf club and his fingers ghosted its way up your skirt.

Doyoung’s breath was deep and steady as he caressed the skin of your inner thighs before taking his index finger and grazed it over your soaked panties. You heard him groan at your wetness while you bit down on your lip at the contact. You thought it would stop there but you almost collapsed when he pushed your panties to the side and allowed his long cold digits to feel your arousal.

“Fucking hell” he cursed as his other hand held onto your hip to keep you steady.

“Mr Kim…please..more” your voice quivered, not sure what you were asking for exactly but whatever was happening couldn't end right now, not like this.

Doyoung was completely immersed in how wet you were for him. He loved how your folds felt between his fingers and you were like putty in his hands. You gasped when he inserted a finger into your core and he heard him groan once more this time in frustration.

“Youre so fucking tight, id ruin you sweetheart” his words were like venom in your ear as he continued to finger you at an agonising pace.

Euphoria quickly came to an end when you heard a golf cart and it was Doyoung’s caddy returning from his errands. Doyoung quickly wiped away his hands and the two of you stood innocently as the caddy jogged over.

“Sir, they are requesting the both of you back for brunch” the caddy spoke and immediately began collecting the golfing equipment and packed the cart. You looked up at Doyoung trying to search his face for what all of this meant and whether it might happen again but he returned back to his stoic self. His eyes never met yours and he was silent and to himself the entire way back up to the resort.

If you thought your crush on him before was dangerous, well you've just entered a new territory.

By the time you washed up and arrived at the restaurant your father had picked for lunch you noticed everyone was already settled in. Doyoung sat right next to his wife and chuckled along with your father, Mr Suh and your father’s long time friend Qian Kun. Doyoung glanced up for a millisecond but returned to the conversation as if nothing had ever happened on the golf course.

“Darling, what took you so long ? Doyoung said you guys arrived two hours ago” your mother embraced you before one of the waiter’s pulled out your chair next to Jaemin.

“I had to take a shower” you pressed your lips into a smile and looked over at Doyoung, “It was extremely humid down there.” You watched his fingers twitch around his wine glass but it wasn't enough of a reaction for anyone else to notice. Your eyes drifted to Mr Suh who flashed you a friendly smile that you forcefully returned back before leaning into Jaemin.

“Why the hell is he here ? I thought our mothers hated him” you questioned as Jaemin rubbed the small of your back.

“Apparently his ex wife had been cheating on him too, way before he started his affair” Jaemin popped a cheese cube into his mouth. “Yeah right that’s what he wants everyone to believe” Haechan chimed in and you weren't going to admit it but you definitely shared his sentiments.

You looked up and noticed that Sungchan, Mr Suh’s nephew had also joined the trip as well as Kun Qian’s son, Chenle. You weren't too familiar with Sungchan despite him being in the same university as you but you knew Chenle really well. The two of you practically grew up together.

“I thought you were going to Dubai for the summer” you took a sip of your white wine while the ash blonde boy shook his head and sighed.

“Yeah I thought so too” he scratched his head, “My mom convinced my dad to come to the resort this year for the big networking party, God are they not tired of doing business ?!”

“Who else is gonna pay for your trips to Dubai ?” Haechan mused and Chenle rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he retorted, “What are you even doing here anyway Lee Haechan? I thought your parents were going to London.”

“They went without him,” Jaemin snickered, earning a shove from Haechan.

“I would've done the same,” Sungchan added.

“That's what I said” you giggled and Sungchan gave you a thumbs up while Haechan erupted in a long groan.

“Face it, without me, you losers wouldn't have any fun” he pouted.

For a minute you too had completely forgotten about Doyoung, lost in the childish banter of your friends until the memory flashed back and you felt your stomach turn. There it was. The guilt was finally settling in as Jaemin squeezed your thigh under the table while he entertained whatever conversation they were now engaged in. How could Doyoung just sit there, as if nothing had ever happened. Was what he did just something to overlook?

You couldn't have been more wrong as Doyoung’s thoughts were completely scattered from the very moment he saw you in your tennis outfit. He was engaging in conversation but wasn't really retaining any information. He couldn't help himself but to steal glances at you from the other end of the dining table. Doyoung thought he was being subtle enough until he felt a tap on his shoulder from none other than Johnny Suh.

“Gonna take a smoke break, wanna join ?”

Doyoung stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the pool area as he twirled his red wine in his glass and exhaled deeply.

“Doyoung Doyoung Doyoung, you dog” Johnny blew a cloud of smoke into the sky as he erupted into laughter, “I didn't think you had it in you buddy.” “What are you talking about?” Doyoung muttered, leaning against the marble balustrade. Doyoung’s eyes shifted to the window making sure no one was paying attention especially since Johnny’s voice was the equivalent to a megaphone.

Johnny took a step closer with a smirk spread across his face,  “Doyoung, do you know who you're talking to ? I am the King of reading the room, especially when it comes to sneaky glances at your good friend’s hot daughter.” Doyoung’s jaw tightened again and he looked back into the restaurant before gulping down the last of his wine.

“I don't know what youre talking about,” he answered coldly.

Johnny narrowed his brows and cleared his throat, “Okay so she walks in, directs a very weird innuendo at you after you two played golf alone all day and you two have been eye-fucking each other for the past half hour.”

“Would you lower your damn voice ?!”

“So it's true ?”

Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and pulled Johnny aside. He had no choice but to come clean but luckily for him Johnny would never ever spill the beans on his adultery seeing as Doyoung had been hiding Johnny’s string of affairs for ages. Yes there were more than one and no his now ex wife and all his friends have no idea about them.

“She baited me” Doyoung wet his bottom lip, “came up to me like a fucking minx and I-”

“You fucked her on the golf course ?” Johnny asked amusingly.

“No,” Doyoung deadpanned, “I…used my fingers for a bit but the caddy interrupted.”

Doyoung hated the smug look that spread across Johnny’s face and honestly actually explaining the situation only made him feel more guilty. He was the older, more mature one; this was entirely his fault and not yours at all.

“That’s your son’s friend oh my God you're worse than me” Johnny grinned and Doyoung turned back to look at you in a hearty conversation with his son and your friends. Johnny was right. This was so much worse than whatever he has done, but he could end it right here right now.

“It’s not going to happen again, I made sure to get my point across to her very quickly” Doyoung chewed on lip.

“Oh please, you said your wife hasn't given you any in a long time and I still have the divorce papers you filed for last-”

“Throw them away” Doyoung cut Johnny off.

“What ?!” the taller man exclaimed.

“There’s no need, I'm not going through with it” Doyoung replied calmly despite his thoughts still scrambling about both his marriage and you. Johnny ashed his cigarette and shook his head as the two of them entered the restaurant.

“Whatever man, all I know is that just a small taste of that kind of adrenaline doesn't go away that easily.”

Doyoung slipped back in his seat and put on his best smile but Johnny’s words still stuck with him like a thorn in his side.

Would he be able to stop ?

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A few days had passed since the golf course incident and you were grateful that your dad had been entertaining his friends on his own as they attended seminars and did God knows what until late hours of the night. It was one of those nights where all the parents had gone out to one of the bars at the resort and you and your friends figured you’d also drink the night away.

“God Sungchan I swear if you don't finish your drink I will push you into this pool” Haechan threatened as the younger boy grimaced at the taste of his 8th drink of the night. Honestly having all of them around this year wasn't that bad because usually you'd either be babysitting your parents or drinking with the resort staff.

You sipped your cocktail and danced along to the music blaring from the poolside bar in your Miu Miu two piece wrapped in a mesh skirt. Jaemin threw his arm around you and you could tell by his slurred words and sloppy kisses that he was needy.

“Are you not fucking Haechan tonight ?” you rolled your eyes.

“Don't ever say that again” Jaemin groaned while his hands ghosted over your thighs and moved to grope your ass.

“Ew get a room” Chenle spat and you sighed. As much as you’d love to get railed right now you couldnt stand that this arrangement with Jaemin only worked when he was in the mood rather than it being mutual. You already knew he’d be in your room for the night and you won't see him the entirety of the next day unless you were out looking for him.

“Yeah totally not in the mood doll” you pried his hands off your figure and took a sip of your drink, “you should call it a night, don't want to be hungover when you have a pc to build.”

Jaemin never bothered to argue back. He knew how stubborn you could be and honestly he needed to get Haechan back to the bungalow before he ended up swearing at the bartenders. You waved off Jaemin, Haechan and Chenle who went along since his accommodation was on that end anyway while you took care of Sungchan.

“You all good there buddy?” you joined him on one the loungers as he gulped down his third glass of water.

“I'm alright, sorry i'm still getting used to the whole alcohol thing” he smiled sweetly.

You giggled and tutted in response, “don't force yourself if you don't want to, Haechan may think he is the boss around here but trust me he’s a pushover.”

Sungchan nodded shyly until you saw his eyes perk up. You followed his gaze and from all people in this entire goddamn resort in walks Johnny Suh and Kim Doyoung.

Just great.

“Hey Nephew” Johnny greeted, his face absolutely red indicating he was definitely more drunk than his dear nephew right now.

You looked up at Doyoung briefly who just stood awkwardly while Johnny babied his nephew, smothering him in hugs and compliments. Sungchan stood up and stabilised his uncle, praying he wasn't going to be stubborn about heading back to their bungalow.

“Come on Uncle Johnny, time for bed” Sungchan held him by his waist while Johnny pinched his cheeks and coddled the younger boy.

“Doyoung isn't my nephew just the cutest ? He's the cutest right ?” Johnny slurred as Sungchan bid his farewell to you and guided Johnny back to their bungalow.

You wasted no time in making sure there were no awkward silences and grabbed a new drink from the bar and began heading down a dimly lit path. You couldn't look at him. Especially since he had ignored your existence for most of the week.

“Where are you going ?” he questioned, as you heard his footsteps follow close behind.

“To the beach, leave me alone” you replied carelessly. Did he expect you to respect him as your father’s friend after the stunt he pulled ?

“You are not going to the beach in the middle of the night drunk and on your own” he lectured, still following you down the path until the two of you reached the white sandy area that met the moonlit shore.

He watched attentively as you turned around and removed the mesh skirt as you soaked in the moonlight and the salty sea breeze.

“You're not my father Mr Kim” you groaned, “I can do whatever I want.” “Do your parents know where you are right now ?” Doyoung questioned as he shook the sand that filled up his sandal.

You walked over to one of the beach recliners sighing that the umbrellas were all down and sat down your drink on the table. “My parents think I'm at the overnight spa, smart of me don't you think ?” you smirked as you struggled to open the umbrella that was twice your size.

Doyoung massaged his temples before walking over and helping you open the umbrella before taking a seat on the opposite recliner. He knew he was doing the right thing by taking care of you while you were acting recklessly, but a part of him wondered if being around you in that scantily clad bikini and the amount of alcohol running through his veins and yours, was a good idea.

“What are you drinking ?” Doyoung watched you take a sip of your cocktail as you laid back in the recliner and crossed your legs.

“Rum and Coke” you replied, handing him the drink.

You were amused by how much he drank, and watched as he set the glass aside and shook his leg anxiously while his entire body tensed up.

“For someone who told me that I'm too tense you're really one to talk” you commented and pointed to his fidgeting fingers and anxious leg. Doyoung quickly took notice of his actions and gathered himself. He turned his focus to the dark sea, while you studied him wondering what the hell was going through his head right now.

“You know any normal married man would be back home laying next to his wife after a drunken night” you sighed and Doyoung’s eyes quickly darted to yours.

“I'm here to make sure you get home safely,” he said in a calm tone.

“Oh please” you scoffed, “you had no idea I was out here until you guys stumbled across us at the bar. Mr Kim it seems like you love to keep your distance from your wife regardless whether I'm here or not.”

Doyoung’s jaw tightened at your words. He knew you were not  taunting him because everything you mentioned was pretty much how it's been for the past few months in his marriage. Most of the time he met with your family on his own and your father had always commented on how divided the two of them had become after Jeno had turned 18.

“Its probably why youre so needy too, when was the last time youve even fucked anyone ?”

“Is this a joke to you ?” Doyoung retorted, “Do you not see how wrong this is ?”

You rolled your eyes, finishing the last of the drink, and sat  it back on the wooden side table.

“Honestly I dont,” you shrugged, “I did at first ofcourse, hell Ive been wanting to fuck you since my 18th birthday but now that I know youre miserable  in your marriage I dont see the harm in it.”

Doyoung pondered on your words and of course he was miserable but his reasoning for coming onto you wasn't because he needed a quick fix. God he saw beautiful women at so many investor parties but nobody had him riled up like you did. For him though it was your 21st birthday, when you wore that Elie Saab sequin dress and you carried yourself with such poise and class that he’d never taken notice of before. There was always a mystery surrounding you and with that neverending curiosity he disciplined himself into keeping his distance.

That was until a few days ago.

“You’ve been wanting me since then ?” Doyoung asked in that low voice that always hit the right spot.

You pushed yourself up from the recliner and stood up to hover over him. Doyoung’s eyes dragged over your body until his eyes locked with yours as you placed your thumb under his chin.

“Oh Mr Kim I fantasise about having you every…single..night” you mused and with that you pressed your lips against his and sighed into the passionate kiss. Doyoung quickly pulled you into his lap, his lips never leaving yours as you straddled him and immediately gripped onto his dark locks.

“I'm not going to be able to stop this time y/n” Doyoung groaned into your neck as you pushed your body further down into his lap, already feeling his hardened member against your clothed core.

“Don't stop…please dont stop” you moaned into his kisses as he grabbed your ass and buried his face into your chest, littering your collarbone and breasts with kisses. You both knew that taking your time would only raise concern so you were in agreement that it needed to be done as soon as possible.

You fiddled with his dress pants as he unbuttoned his shirt revealing the very toned body you were suspecting. God the sight of him alone like this could've made you orgasm. Doyoung quickly pushed down his pants and then suddenly pulled away.

“Fuck…Fuck!” he cursed.

“What is it ?” you looked around thinking one of the employees was lurking around.

“I don't have protection. '' Doyoung looked up at you and bit down on his lip.

“God i'm on the pill please just fuck me already” you whined and returned your lips to his desperate to regain the momentum you had earlier on.

“Are you sure this is okay sweetheart ?” He asked once again his voice filled with concern. God the age difference thing was really showing right now because everyone around your age was careless and dumb. Any guy in their 20s (and probably Johnny Suh) would be ecstatic to know they'd be able to do it raw.

You found his concern endearing.

“Do whatever you want Mr Kim, I just need you inside me” you whispered and Doyoung literally felt dizzy with ecstasy at your lewd words. He quickly responded by pushing aside your bikini bottom and rubbed circles on your clit before entering two digits into your core, preparing you for what's to come.

You were so lost in the magic he was putting in his fingers that you almost gasped at the difference when he inserted his member inside you. He was much bigger than you imagined and the biggest you ever had. He was right when he said he’d ruin you.

“Oh my fuck-” you moaned in his ear as Doyoung guided your hips to ride him. He wasnt sure if it was the impromptu fuck, the lack of sex he’s had recently or the girl on top of him right now but it was a fucking hell of a experience. You moved your hips roughly against his, expertly making circles with your hips as you built up your orgasm. Doyoung’s moans were like music to your ears as he groaned according to your movements as his nails dug into your thighs.

“Doyoung im-”

“Is my angel close hmmm” he hummed and the pet name just inched you closer to your high. Doyoung moved his hand to the front so his thumb had access to your clit, stimulating you until you were ready to give in. Doyoung watched in awe as you beautifully threw your head back and came so hard on his cock that he wished he could do it again almost immediately.

You rode out your high and to Doyoung’s surprise you removed yourself from his lap and settled between his legs. Your hand grabbed hold of his member as you looked up at him and pumped his member.

“You know, so you don't have to stress about coming inside me,” you brought your face down to meet his tip, “well coming inside me in a different way.”

Doyoung leaned back in his seat and grabbed a fistful of your hair as you went to work on his length. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with already fucking you and now with your tongue skillfully pleasing him. You hollowed your cheeks as your hand met your speed and the grip on your hair signalled that he was close.

“Fucking hell” was all Doyoung could say when he finally released in your mouth and with heavy eyes watched you swallow every bit of him.

“We should get back before they close up the bar” you said, straightening up your hair and outfit.

“Yeah we should” Doyoung agreed and buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back into his pants. God he wished he could at least help clean you up and lay in bed with you but unfortunately that could never be on the agenda. He honestly had no idea what to say or what to do. The two of you walked in silence until you reached the bungalows, making sure to stay in the shadows just in case anyone was awake at this hour.

“Well good night I guess” you folded your arms, slightly embarrassed that regardless of what you said you still felt a pang of guilt and jealousy that he still  wasn't yours for the night.

You were about to walk off when Doyoung grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him. He placed a kiss on your forehead and then a softer one on your lips.

“Meet me tomorrow at the squash court at 2:30,” he whispered as his thumb stroked your cheek, “Only if you want to though.”

You nodded and smiled up at him before finally parting ways and leaving both of you revisiting one of the most incredible nights of your life.

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The next morning you took your time to get ready, completely avoiding the voices of your hungover parents downstairs. You knew they'd pester you about where you were, what time you got home and most importantly who was the last person you were with last night.

That was the last thing you needed to be questioned about.

“Princess are you done pampering up, we're going to the gym” you heard Haechan’s grating voice call from outside your balcony. Of course you still had to pretend you wanted to hang out with them today but it just gave you a better alibi to showing up at the squash court. You quickly slipped into a cute Ralph Lauren polo shirt and bike short set and doused yourself with your Chanel no.5 before heading out to meet your friends.

“God I can smell you a mile away” Chenle dramatically coughed as the five of you strolled down to the fitness centre.

You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, “It's called perfume, you should try it sometime” you teased and the boy stuck out his tongue in return.

“Hey did you get home okay last night ?” Sungchan tapped your shoulder looking down at you sheepishly, “I needed to get Uncle Johnny home before he decided to extend his drinking hours.” You waved your hand and hooked arms with the taller boy, giving his bicep a tight squeeze as you stepped into the air conditioned wellness centre.

“It’s all good I went straight home anyway” you lied.

You and your friends were already welcomed with green juice, herbal tea and smoothie selections by the staff while you scouted the area for where you might bump into Doyoung. The centre was quite vacant, I guess not everybody could recover as fast as your family and friends as drinking to your limits never delayed the schedule of the next day. You walked through the essential oil aroma of all the various spa treatments until you finally reached the gym and caught your first glimpse of Doyoung laughing along with the rest of the parents.

God he looked extra hot today in just a pair of black track pants and a fitted white tee.

“Dude your uncle is jacked” Haechan gaped at Johnny Suh who was walking around in just a pair of training shorts, his sweaty toned body on display for everybody. God knows why. It's not like you didn't think he was hot, you would be stupid to think otherwise, but Mr Suh was never your type. He never had the sex appeal that Mr Kim had.

“Hey kids!” your dad waved as you all strolled over to join the gathering. You put on a friendly smile as your mom already pulled you into her side and gushed to the other mothers about how thankful she was to have a daughter or something along those lines. Your mother spoke but you avoided Mrs Kim’s eyes completely, while flashes of last night kept running through your mind.

“How about you gym buffs finish up and we’ll meet for lunch later” Mrs Qian spoke even though she knew her husband would rather join in on spa treatments than play any form of sport.

“Why are we doing sports on a vacation again ?” Kun Qian sighed as Johnny shoved a racket in his hands. “Come on now Kun, you gotta look good for Mrs over here” Johnny winked as Mrs Qian giggled shyly. Johnny Suh was truly a menace for any married woman.

“Well I'm guessing you're going to sweat it out with the boys” your mom fixed the headband on your head and sighed, “My dear daughter thrives on competitive sports, especially when it’s beating her own dad in them.”

“Not this time honey, I'm feeling lucky” your dad ended with his infamous catchphrase before he’d probably rage quit later on.

“Alright so I’ll be playing basketball with the fit young guys” Johnny threw his arms around both Jaemin and Chenle who both looked enthused by this idea. “Sure then I guess Kun, Doyoung, y/n and I will head to the squash courts” your father saluted Johnny as he began making his way to the back of the gym where a row of brightly lit squash courts lined up.

“Are we playing singles or doubles ?” Doyoung asked as he grabbed a baseball cap to push away the loose strands that fell over his forehead. He was pretty composed for someone who was literally fucking you raw on a beach a few good hours ago. You wondered what was going through his mind now that you showed up to his invitation.

“Doubles, my daughter and I verse you and Kun” your father called over an employee to bring over a few iced bottles of water. Your father suggested a round with each opponent and tally the score after.

Everyone agreed to the plan and you had your first round with Kun who was a pleasant opponent that always complimented your serves no matter how lazy they were eventually becoming. You liked Kun. He was such a good husband and father that you believed he truly set a standard for men everywhere. You always wondered how he even dealt with your father and his erratic friends but clearly it never bothered him.

“I'm going to talk your father into a quick foot spa before we get onto the next round” Kun said cheekily and you smiled sweetly as the two of you stepped into the hallway for the opponent swap.

“Did she go easy on you Kun ?” Your dad came over and high-fived you while Doyoung rolled his eyes. “Well you'd have to bet that she destroyed Kun after the beating I gave you” he said, the cockiness yet again in his voice drove your arousal.

“We both did just fine” Kun snapped back, “I'm just going to rest up a bit before the next round if you are planning on drinking tonight again.”

“Okay old man,” your dad conceded and followed Kun, “You guys coming with or going on with the game ?”

Doyoung waved his hand, “I know you two will never come back and I need to get my fitness in, go ahead.” He waited until the hallway was clear and followed you inside one of the courts in silence. There was tension in the air now that he was finally alone with you.

As soon as he was certain the two of you were alone Doyoung backed you up against the corner of court, a blind spot from both the entrance, hallway and the cameras above. He exhaled deeply as he grabbed onto your thigh, pushing your legs apart and settling his own leg in between for you to nestle on his toned thigh. His slender fingers ghosted up your body until his thumb brushed over your pouty lips, awaiting to meet his.

“I thought about you all night” he whispered before leaning in and peppered kisses along your jawline. He smelled exquisite, and  you had no idea that you were already unconsciously rubbing your heat up and down his thigh.

“Why’d you ask to meet here?” you whimpered into his touch, “we could get caught very easily.” Doyoung silenced you by pressing his lips against yours passionately, moaning into the kiss as he slipped his tongue inside and wrapped his hand around your neck ever so delicately.

“I thought I’d be able to control myself in a public setting and we could sneak out after, but I can't help myself” Doyoung pushed you harder onto his thigh and snaked his hand around you to grab onto your ass. He seemed way less in control than the first two times you two were in a situation like this. It was so out of his character to be the one to initiate such intimacy especially when his family were literally just a stroll down the hallway.

Doyoung had worked himself up to the point you thought he was going to recreate the golf incident  but something quickly brought him to his senses and he immediately stepped back and neatened himself while his eyes shifted to the entrance of the court.

“What’s going on ?” you frowned and looked into the empty hallway and back to the man who just had his tongue down your throat a few seconds ago.

“We cant do this, what the fuck this is just..its too much!” he was pacing the court and biting on his nail as if sanity had just hit him.

You groaned in frustration and gained some sort of composure before approaching the older man. “Are you serious right now ? you can't just do that and then tell me youre chickening out” you spoke in a low voice obviously frustrated that he was still so indecisive regardless of what had happened last night.

“Everytime I see you it's like I throw away my morals and then reality just…hits me” Doyoung frowned and his words really pissed you off, rightfully so.

“So what am I huh ? someone you can use until reality just hits you ?” you snapped back feeling your face heat up, “I have feelings too you know and I thought I made it very clear last night.”

Doyoung became stoic. You watched him grab a racket and ball from the floor as he got into position on the other end of the court.

“Let's Play” he said in a cold tone.

“Youre fucking unbelievable” you cursed and pushed open the clear door making your way back to your bungalow and as far away from Kim Doyoung as you possibly could. You hated that for him it was purely just physical and you had to deal with the emotional side to all of this. You had no idea how much you liked him until his attention drifted from you, until he was showing some affection to his wife or when he was just purely existing in the same space as you.

You hated it. You absolutely hated having feelings for Kim Doyoung.

You spent most of the day locked up in your room, catching up your best friend on the whole ordeal to which she just said ‘find someone new to fuck with and get over it’. It was easier said than done. Jeno was completely out of the question seeing as he was the son of the man you were trying to get over. Most of the employees were annoying frat boys and you weren't sure if any man would be able to satisfy you the way Mr Kim did.

“Honey get ready, we're having dinner at the Greek place tonight” your mother called from downstairs and you inwardly groaned. What was with these people and doing almost everything together. Sighing you got ready anyway because missing a dinner would not only have your parents nagging you about it you’d also be letting Doyoung know that the quarrel you had earlier was a lot more serious than you wanted him to think.

You needed him to know that you didn't care and you were going to be the one to move on. Pulling out your Versace black cocktail dress or the revenge couture collection as your friend calls it, you made your way  down to dinner making sure to keep your head up high and your attention off Mr Kim entirely.

You hoped.

“You guys finally made it” Johnny Suh’s voice boomed from the grand table that was set up on the fairy lit private deck at the back of the quaint restaurant. You began making your way over to your friends when you noticed an extra man had now joined the festivities and boy was he something.

He looked around your age, dressed in Prada with his hair slicked back which emphasised his sculpted face with the prettiest set of dimples you'd ever seen. His eyes immediately locked with yours as you took the seat across him and his lips curled into a friendly smile.

“Good evening everyone” you greeted and Sungchan quickly cleared his throat and gestured at the man seated next to him. “y/n this is my older brother Jaehyun, Jae this is y/n” he introduced the two of you and the man reached over the table to shake your hand.

“You're the infamous y/n then” he smiled, his voice was low and utterly charming.

“Infamous ?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “the beautiful heir to this luxurious resort, best believe you're talked about.”

You blushed at his words ignoring the irrelevant comment from Haechan and continued getting to know Johnny Suh’s other nephew, a true god sent distraction from Kim Doyoung. The two of you spoke for hours. You learnt that Jaehyun was an up and coming actor, and his family were in the textile industry. His hobbies were photography and collecting vinyls from his favourite artists all the way down to his great grandfather's favourites. You also learnt he frequented Milan for fashion shows, and it was his favourite city in the world. A place he already offered to give you a personal tour of.

“You know I heard that he goes to Milan just to fuck these old rich women” Haechan whispered as the two of you snuck around the back of the resort for a smoke.

“Why would he need to, he’s too rich to be a sugar baby” you rolled your eyes and drew in the freshly lit cigarette.

“Bro is just a milf hunter, it gives him bragging rights and those cougars love it” Haechan grabbed the cigarette from your fingers and brought it up to his own lips. You peaked around the corner and watched as Jaehyun conversed with the rest of the men, laughing along with their jokes. He looked so innocent compared to the perverse things you were now hearing about him.

“Probably runs in the family, streets already calling him Johnny Suh’s prodigy” Haechan ashed out the cigarette and used a tester cologne to mask the smell.

“God he is so hot though, you think he could retire milf hunting for just one night ?” you smirked as the two of you made your way back up to the restaurant. Haechan gave you a pat on the back as he followed your gaze back to Jaehyun.

“If he’s anything like his uncle he probably already fantasised you underneath him during dinner.”

All the scandalous chats with Haechan and the obvious flirting with Jaehyun completely grabbed your attention from Doyoung and you almost forgot about the argument earlier on. You took the opportunity to steal a glance but to your surprise his eyes were already on you and he barely bothered to look away. His stare was dark as he twirled his whiskey glass in his hand and ignored the conversations that were happening around him.

“Honey the girls and I are all packed and off to the overnight spa” His wife interrupted his stare and he gave her a sweet smile and never bothered to share his plans for the night. That's the kind of relationship they had. No questions, no suspicions, just a facade for the friends and family that everything was perfect.

The ladies said goodbye to their tipsy husbands and thanks to your white lie that you already spent time at the spa the previous night you got away scot free from the outing. Haechan, Chenle and Sungchan decided to hang out at the arcade with Jaemin following close behind, seeing as you hadn't paid him any attention thanks to the appearance of Jaehyun. Which meant it was just you, Jaehyun and your father’s friends still lingering around the restaurant and bar for the rest of the night.

“So y/n what do you guys do for fun around here ?” Jaehyun shot back the last of his drink and leaned back into his seat looking so goddamn inviting.

“Well,” you held up your glass, “we drink, we play sports nobody cares about and we complain about our embarrassing parents.” Jaehyun followed your eyes to your father doing his best impression of what looked like the moonwalk and chuckled.

“Hey he’s pretty good!” he mused while you shook your head and stood up.

“You wanna get out of here?”

You and Jaehyun strolled around the empty courtyards as all the restaurants started packing up for the night. The summer night finally began cooling down and Jaehyun’s body seemingly got closer as the two of you walked around aimlessly.

“Why don't we take a little pitstop?” Jaehyun smirked and pulled you behind one of the restaurants where both of you were out of sight to onlookers. You could tell he was an expert in these circumstances, he definitely was a man who always got what he wanted.

Consensually of course.

“I heard something about you” you bit down on your lip as he began giving you butterfly kisses along your jaw and down the nape of your neck. Jaehyun hummed as you felt him smirk against your skin. “Hmmm and what did you hear about me ?”

“That you’re a milf hunter” you giggled as he licked the weak spot he found just under your ear. Jaehyun pulled back and an amused smile spread across his face. “A milf hunter ?” he repeated your words as if it was the first time he was accused of such.

“I mean I generally meet older women,” he added, “but I don't actively search for….milfs.”

“So I'm not just a second choice for tonight then ?” you mused, pulling him back to your body by his half buttoned dress shirt. Jaehyun licked his lips as he stared down at you and his large hands massaged your thighs while you moaned in his touch.

“I came all this way after Sungchan sent me pictures of you guys hanging out, baby i'm here because of you” Jaehyun lifted your face to bring you into a deep sensual kiss that figuratively and literally had you weak at the knees. The kiss was amazing but it was still sub par in comparison to Mr Kim. Jaehyun was a lot like the guys you've met at country clubs and student events. They were all drop dead gorgeous but lacked the experience, the class you craved. The type that came natural to someone like Kim Doyoung.

God you were thinking about him while another man, your rebound was practically worshipping you right now.

“You wanna come back to my place ? my uncle won't say anything” Jaehyun asked in between breathy kisses while he tried to hike your dress up for better access.

You ran through the pros and cons of the indefinite possibility that Johnny Suh’s big mouth might spill your escapades to your father despite his nephew trusting him this much. The only pros you could think of were getting fucked by Jeong Jaehyun and possibly getting over Mr Kim.

Possibly.

While you were in a mini dilemma Doyoung’s mind was a mess. He obviously couldn't let go of how you had left him at the squash court earlier and secondly how you spent the majority of your night with Johnny Suh’s promiscuous nephew. He downed another round of brandy, wincing at the taste while his friends fooled around on the roulette tables.

With a free night away from his wife and the happy hallmark family agenda Doyoung assumed it was finally the night to let loose. But all he could think about was you and where you were right now. What were you doing ? Did you not want him anymore upon meeting Jaehyun ?

“Need a top up ?” Johnny tapped Doyoung’s shoulder and the dark haired man nodded and held out his glass. “Hey you good ? my man you’re free tonight be happy!” Johnny cheered but his smile turned into a frown when Doyoung just appeared more stressed than usual. “Hey is this about..” Johnny turned to look at your father, making sure he was at a good distance from the conversation, “y/n ?”

Doyoung nodded and Johnny sighed.

“It happened, we went too far and now all I can think about is my wife and my son,” Doyoung sighed, staring at the brown liquid in his glass. “I truly fucked up.”

“You know what's fucked up ? you and this trainwreck of a marriage” Johnny scoffed, irked at the fact that he had to have this conversation about his friend’s failed relationship once again. “She is not the reason your marriage is not working, honestly she has nothing to do with your marriage regardless.”

“I know I know” Doyoung responded and sipped his drink, “I just cant get her out of my mind.”

“My advice is spend actual time with her, not these little sneaky one hour sessions and see how you feel after” Johnny suggested and Doyoung was quite surprised that the advice Johnny had given wasn't a total waste of time.

“If you're genuinely interested in another woman, it will make signing those divorce papers much easier, that's all i'm saying” Johnny concluded and topped up his own glass with the remainder of brandy.

“What about her family, Jaemin God what would everyone say if-”

“We will get to that when it's serious enough” Johnny interrupted before Doyoung dug himself into more worries. “For now just figure out if you're finally ready to call it quits.”

Doyoung decided to take a walk to clear his mind and ponder on the advice Johnny had given him earlier. He knew very well that his marriage was pretty much doomed a few years back but he hated that he stuck around to the point where he felt guilty to be the first one to bring up a divorce. What was even worse was that during a conflict over dinner some time back Jeno had come up to him and told him he’d be okay if it happened and it was better than both of them pretending to be happy for other people.

It was that very conversation that prompted Doyoung to have the phone call with Johnny, ready to begin the divorce  process but his sudden interest in you made him retract it. He felt insane. Careless. He made himself believe that he was only interested because he was unhappy in his marriage.

But of course that was never the case. You were different.

Doyoung stepped down into the courtyard and just as he was about to retreat he caught a glimpse of your figure that was partially lit by the overhead light of the restaurant. You were up against a wall, pinned against it by Jaehyun as he ravished your neck with kisses and you grabbed onto him for dear life enjoying every second of it.

Doyoung felt his body heat up at the sight of you with another man. He had never experienced that amount of jealousy and just pure anger up until this moment. Did he have a reason to be ? no. Could he have walked away and allowed you to do whatever you wanted seeing as you weren't his ? yes.

Was he going to ? not likely.

“Sorry, uhm Jaehyun ?” Doyoung cleared his throat causing you and Jaehyun to quickly move out of the shadows and gain some composure. Doyoung’s presence made you roll your eyes as Jaehyun approached his uncle’s friend unaware of the tension between the two of you.

“Oh hey Mr Kim” Jaehyun grinned and Doyoung’s jaw tightened as he took in your lipstick stains all over Jaehyun’s swollen lips and neck.

“Your uncle…He is looking for you…probably needs help getting back home seeing as Sungchan is preoccupied at the moment” Doyoung reported as his eyes briefly met yours.

Jaehyun looked back at you and shrugged. “Hey my offer is still open” he winked and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before moving his lips to your ear, “if you still want me just knock on my bungalow.”

You watched him say his goodbyes to Doyoung before quickly disappearing into the resort in search of his uncle and began your own journey home before you were interjected.

“y/n..” he held onto your wrist as you looked up at him.

“What ? you want to take over from where Jaehyun left off hmm ?” you raised your eyebrow, “you want to use me for about twenty minutes and go back to your happily married life ?”

Doyoung chewed on his bottom lip and exhaled deeply. “Look,” he began, taking a step forward, “I apologise for making you feel that way but please understand that was never my intention. I would never hurt you or purposefully disregard your feelings y/n” he loosened his hold on your wrist and caressed your cheek.

“A Lot of it is overwhelming but I've never done this before and  you're not just some random hook up y/n, believe it or not I actually like you” Doyoung’s words made your cheeks heat up, not completely sure how to react to his confession.

“Now listen,” he continued, “I had time to think about it and If we're both on the same page that it's not just a physical attraction then I want to spend time getting to know you better.”

“But how would we-”

“I managed to get an extra room up at the hotel away from the bungalows and I'll schedule myself free time for ‘business meetings’ throughout the day for us to hang out” He answered by pulling out a hotel keycard as evidence.

“How did you get a room isn't it at all suspicious that you're not at your bungalow ?” you frowned, still trying to process everything he was suddenly offering you.

“Y/n, me sleeping in a different room let alone a different suite altogether than my wife is not all that surprising to anyone around me” he admitted as he stuffed the keycard back into his pocket.

“If your little white lies work as well as you say they do then this should be a breeze right ?”

Your head was muddled and you wondered if he was being genuine about getting to know you or just stringing you along until he had another guilt trip fiasco. You needed some type of leverage to not only save your feelings but to also prove that he was in this for real this time.

“If you change your mind and for whatever reason decide ‘this is too much’ during the rest of the vacation  i'm going to come clean to both your wife and Jeno” you folded your arms and stood your ground.

“Sure, you have every right to” Doyoung answered, quicker than you expected him to. “Even though I will be going through a divorce in the possible future, if there is truly something between us, I'll sign the papers as soon as the vacation is over.” His words gave you goosebumps. He was absolutely serious. He was ready to go all in ?

You looked up into his almond eyes and nodded. “Deal.”

The next two weeks were probably some of the best moments of your life. Not only could you indulge in mind blowing sex with Doyoung but the two of you started to develop a genuine emotional relationship through your scandalous affair.

“What’s with this obsession with Greece y/n ?” Doyoung brushed the wet hair from your face as the two of you soaked your naked bodies in the spa bath of his hotel room.

“I love Greek mythology” you shrugged, “from the time my dad took me over there in elementary school, I had a school project on a Percy Jackson book” you giggled.

“I didn’t care much for the fantasies of Percy Jackson until I saw the real thing in Athens, it took my young breath away.”

Doyoung listened to your little story as he always did while watching the water droplets cascade down your shoulders and disappear into the soapy water. He finally felt relaxed for the first time in God knows how long.

You noticed you were babbling on and turned around to face him, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Are you daydreaming about screwing me while I was talking about a treasured memory ?” You raised your brow and Doyoung chuckled.

“Well I wasn’t thinking of it until you mentioned it just now”

You pulled him into a deep sensual kiss as you settled into his lap and sighed as he wrapped his delicate hands around your waist. Doyoung moved his lips down to your neck and nibbled on the sensitive skin, smirking when you moaned out his name. He loved hearing you praise him.

“Baby let’s move this to the bed” he whispered into your ear before pulling you out of the tub and quickly dried the two of you up before carrying you over to his bedroom.

“Someone wants to take his time tonight” you hummed and Doyoung gave your thigh a quick smack, ordering you to get on your stomach.

“That ass has been grinding up against me for the past hour and I can’t help but want to get a piece of it” his words made you wet in an instant as you slowly arched your back, giving him what he wanted.

Doyoung’s fingers danced across your spine and with his index finger he pressed into your core, sticking his tongue in his cheek as you already begged him for more. “Does my Angel want a little more?” He asked innocently as his second finger came in contact with your clit.

“Please more” was all you could say and Doyoung granted your wish, pushing two digits into your core and feeling your core clench around him. You loved when he took his time but you hated that you couldn’t last long when he did. You were already feeling an orgasm building way too early and quickly reached for his fingers and pulled away.

Doyoung chuckled darkly behind you and realised you weren’t going to hold on for long tonight and began lining up his member and pushing deep inside you. He sighed as you let out a gasp and gripped onto the bed sheets as he moved in and out of you in a brisk movement.

“That feels so good Mr Kim” you mewled, knowing it drives him insane in the best way possible when you refer to him formally in this type of setting.

Doyoung grabbed a fistful of your hair as he pounded into you. Your back arched in the best possible way for him to find your sweet spot. You were going delirious with ecstasy as his cold fingers moved to your throat and squeezed lightly. He was a professional in knowing what made you weak at this point.

“Come for me my Angel” Doyoung spoke between strokes and you could hear in the strain of his voice that he was close too.

Doyoung bit down on his lip as he watched you draw circles on your clit to help you finish. You were completely fucked out and he loved looking at you weak under his touch. Your pants became faster and Doyoung held on a little longer so you could cum all over him before pulling out of you and brought your mouth to his tip.

“Open up pretty” he swiped his thumb over your quivering lip and slipped his throbbing cock into your mouth until he finally came undone. Doyoung watched you swallow every bit of him until he was completely cleaned up and he stroked your head in satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

The next day you had plans with all the moms while Doyoung attended a few meetings with his friends. Everything was finally running smoothly until what you had feared most had already begun stirring.

Jaemin got a text from his mother to retrieve her ipad from his father’s suite, where she assumed it would be considering her husband only hired the suite for work related activities. Jaemin showed his identification to the hotel and headed up to the room until he realised that he didn't have keycard access. Mentally cursing himself he pulled out his phone in order to text his father until he heard a trolley park behind him.

“You need access to your dad’s room bro ?” the young bellboy smiled and held up the employee master key.

“Yeah thanks man” Jaemin nodded and watched the boy open the room for him and disappear down the hallway.

Jaemin stepped into the apartment and he immediately had an unsettling feeling fill his chest. From the unmade bed to the alcohol and chocolates spread across the coffee table, this looked a whole lot more than a ‘work suite’. Brushing it off knowing his parents have their issues anyway Jaemin began searching for the ipad. He slumped into the couch and looked in the crevices until he pulled out a very interesting piece of material.

“What the fuck ?” Jaemin murmured as he inspected the lingerie until the set started looking familiar to him. There was no way he thought. His heart began racing as he looked around the room once more and everything started to make sense. Your favourite chocolate, your favourite champagne left on the table. There was a new edition of Vogue magazine laying on the floor, the same one he saw you with at the pool the other morning.

Jaemin felt lightheaded. Who was he mad at more? Was it you ? the girl he was sleeping with just before the summer break or his father. The man that raised him and the man he respected. He was angry but reality hit when he realised he couldn't react.  He couldn't  cause a scene amongst the hundreds of socialites that could probably ruin his university reputation. This was how their lives worked. Everything needed to get buried before anyone outside their circle found out.

Jaemin sucked in a deep breath and left the room in silence. He needed to discuss this with the only person who could bury this messy affair.

His father.

While you were blissfully unaware of the shitstorm that was about to come, you happened to bump into Jaehyun and Mr Suh in one of the conference room lobbies. Both of them smiled down at you giving you an uneasy feeling that you couldn't explain.

“Looking for someone?” Johnny Suh smirked annoyingly.

“M-my father” you lied, “where is he ?”

“I think I saw him head over to the pool bar with Kun” Jaehyun draped his arm over your shoulder and escorted you very far from a confused Kim Doyoung who had just joined his friend Johnny Suh. The more you seemed to converse with Jaehyun the more awkward things had become. Since the night you made out with him you ofcourse cut it off after your deal with Doyoung, but you wondered why Jaehyun never bothered to question your sudden disinterest in him. He just moved on. You greeted him during dinners and said goodbyes when he left, that was about it.

“So where do you disappear to at odd hours during the day y/n ?” Jaeyhun brought you over to a table, pulling your chair close to him.

“You expect me to hang around Haechan and friends ? no thank you” you scoffed and Jaehyun stuck his tongue into his cheek and shook his head.

“You never answer my question sweetheart”

“Is it any of your business ?” you raised a brow and you hated the smug smile that spread across Jaehyun’s face. Him getting you heated probably got him off or something.

Jaehyun leaned in and you caught a whiff of his overpowering Tom Ford perfume. “I know you’re fucking Mr Kim so cut the innocent act” he smirked, enjoying seeing the fear that now filled your eyes. There was no point in denying since he probably found out from his loud mouth uncle who Doyoung admitted to letting in on your little secret.

“Like I said, that’s none of your business” you kept your cool, waving at a waiter to order something strong to keep your nerves down.

Jaehyun politely waited until your order was received and again leaned in close enough to make you tense up.

“Let me cut to the chase here y/n” Jaehyun began, “this little secret might be the juiciest story in the last few years and if it gets out your dad’s reputation, Mr Kim’s reputation…”

“Nothing is going to happen because no one is going to find out” you cut him off. Jaehyun raised his brow as if you just challenged him.

“Help me out and I’ll keep your dirty little secret” he leaned back in his chair and smiled as the waiter brought over your drinks. You glanced over Jaehyun, trying to figure out what he could possibly want when he practically had it all.

“Remember I mentioned that the only reason I’m here is because of you” Jaehyun sipped his drink, “well turns out there’s a lot of perks in dating the heir of this resort.”

“Oh really like what ?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“There’s this film I want to star in and the director is obsessed with wanting to come to this resort during these ridiculous networking vacations” Jaehyun explained, “Now I don’t have the power and neither does my uncle have a say as to who gets an invite, only your dad.”

You frowned as you tried following what he was getting at.

“Why can’t I just tell my dad to invite the guy why do I have to be dating you ?”

Jaehyun sighed and placed an arm around your waist. “Wouldn’t it be just romantic ?” He smiled, “y/n and Jeong Jaehyun met at her fathers resort and now she’s accompanying him to the Cannes film festival officially as his girlfriend.”

“You’re delusional” you rolled your eyes.

“And you’re fucking your boy toy’s father let’s not play the morality scale here sweetheart” he smirked and honestly you wished you could punch him in the face.

“Remember, your fathers entire empire could come crashing down” he added and you felt a shudder go down your spine.

“..how can I be so sure you won’t say anything after the festival is over?” You asked in a small voice. This felt like a dead end situation.

Jaehyun pulled out an envelope from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of you.

“My uncles a lawyer and I’ll make sure this little agreement between the two of us stays equal and authentic, no fine print.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. One minute you were in paradise with Doyoung and now you’re in a law and order episode with Jaehyun. But you couldn’t risk it. Not for Mr Kim and definitely not for your parents. Image was absolutely everything in this socialite world and one little mistake could ruin it all.

“What were the two of you planning to do after he divorced his wife anyway ? Get married ?” Jaehyun chuckled dryly beside you.

That was another question that always kept you up at night. Yes he was going to divorce his wife and be with you but the two of you could never go public. Your parents would be livid plus the press would have a field day. You could be dropped in university for your actions, the sin count was endless.

Maybe there was no happy ending after all.

You signed Jaehyuns agreement and decided to retire to your bungalow before contacting Doyoung about everything that had just happened. This may even be the last night you could spend with him.

While you were wrapped in your own thoughts Jaemin watched as his father got ready for the dinner party your father was hosting tonight. Everyone was invited but Jaemin already felt sick to his stomach that he’d have to be in the presence of both you and his father.

“Dad, are you almost ready ?” He knocked on the door as he watched his father scramble for a necktie.

“Yeah yeah almost done son” Doyoung chuckled as he finally picked one out, “gotta look good for the last big dinner here.”

Jaemin leaned against the door frame as he watched his father spruce himself up. He actually never noticed how much his mood had changed since they had arrived. He was dressing nicer, he was smiling more and honestly just felt like his old self again.

Jaemin couldn’t stand that he knew the reason for his fathers happiness.

“Okay let’s head out!” Doyoung draped his arm over his son's shoulder as he met his wife at the entrance and they made their way over to the grand dinner party.

All the investors were there and it seemed like they kicked off the drinking festivities quite early as the restaurant was brimming with lively chatter and clinking of glasses. You decided that despite your sombre mood you’d still dress for the occasion and stepped out in a lacy Versace midi dress that you had been saving for the end of the trip.

“Hey y/n that milf hunter has been lookin- wow you look great!” Haechan’s eyes widened as he took a second to look at you.

“Thanks Haechan, who knew you’d be the least hated person on my trip this year” you nudged him playfully.

“Character development” he winked before realising what he came over for, “oh I was saying that Jae-“

“Hello y/n '' Jaehyun approached you in a Prada custom, you figured at this point he was probably sponsored since that's the only brand he wore the entire trip.

“Hi Jaehyun” you forced a smile as he gestured for you to take his arm. Your stomach churned as you watched him flash that gorgeous smile to all your fathers elite guests, all the older women gushing and giggling when he acknowledged their existence.

“What’s going on with your brother and y/n?” Chenle asked Sungchan who just shrugged as he was just as confused as the rest of them. Jaemin was especially confused. Could he have been wrong about the woman his father had seen ?

Doyoung was a bit distracted by all the guests but he managed to catch a little glimpse of you when you were being introduced to a board member by your father.

You looked breathtaking and he couldn’t wait to tell you that. He wished he could just steal you away just for a minute and have you all to himself. He wanted to pepper your skin with soft kisses and tell you how beautiful you were. He wanted to show you off to everyone here that you were his.

But Doyoung’s smile faded when he saw Jaehyun slip beside you and his hand was placed on the small of your back as he joined the conversation. Jaehyun was behaving differently. He was attached to your side and now he had the distaste of watching Jaehyun press his lips against your cheek.

“Whatever he is doing I am not involved” Doyoung snapped out of trance to Johnny's voice beside him. The taller man offered him a whiskey as they watched the scene from a distance.

“I thought you said he’s not interested in her,” Doyoung said as he winced at the taste of his whiskey.

“You know how these kids are” Johnny shrugged, “one day they’re fighting next day they’re fucking like rabbits.”

Doyoung shook his head at Johnny's crude words as he continued to observe the strange interaction. That was until Jaehyun had locked eyes with him and he sent him a wink.

God he knew.

“You told your nephew ?” Doyoung pulled Johnny aside who was still pretty much oblivious to everything that was unfolding.

“Told him what ?”

“What do you mean! You know what” Doyoung shot back the rest of his whiskey in frustration. “Johnny, did you tell your indecent moronic nephew about y/n and I ?”

Johnny thought about it for a second and then raised his hands in defence. “He must have overheard me on the phone or maybe I….mentioned it while I was drunk.”

“You’re unbelievable” Doyoung spat and shoved the glass into Johnny's hands before making his way out onto the terrace for a breath of fresh air.

Meanwhile you finally found an excuse to get away from Jaehyun who decided that his next target for the night was some film star from the 80s that he wanted as a mentor. You walked out into the courtyard and blew out a sigh of relief that you were finally free from that place.

“Y/n….”

You looked back and noticed Doyoung was making his way down from another exit, probably sick of this party as well. You were so happy to see him finally, he’s the only person you wanted to see tonight. Doyoung moved down a path that was dimly lit and away from anyone at the party and waited until you were able to make your way over to him.

“Doyoung” you practically ran into his arms as the two of you  embraced tightly under the moonlit sky. You didn’t want to let him go. Especially after everything that had happened earlier on.

“y/n what is going on?” He asked with concern as he studied your face.

“That bastard ugh” you cursed, “Jaehyun knows about us and now he’s blackmailing me into dating him for some film feature.”

Doyoung felt a burning sensation in his throat. Having someone like Jaehyun in on the secret meant it was done, it was over for everyone involved.

“Should I talk to him, what he says something after ? I could-“

“No” you replied, pressing your hands to his chest. “He made me sign an agreement that he wouldn’t say anything, as long as I do a few PR couple things for him.”

“This is my fault I should’ve never told Johnny I should’ve -“

“It’s not your fault” you cut him off again, “this relationship we have is complicated and after speaking with Jaehyun I realised that it’s going to be difficult regardless if he knew or not.”

Doyoung licked his lips as he figured what you were getting at. He never thought about how hard it would be to even start seeing you in your day to day life once he was a divorced man. Your father and him might ruin a good business relationship and opportunities for you could be removed based on what the public opinion would be.

“So this ends here then” he said defeatedly as he watched you fight back a few tears.

“I wish it could be different” you replied and looked up into his comforting eyes. Doyoung leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet and soft, it reminded you of the one night you were able to sleep over and finally fall asleep in his arms.

It wasn’t long until the kiss became intense, and Doyoung had you up against the stone wall pressing his body against yours as he ravished you with kisses. There was absolutely no way the two of you could sneak off so you were okay to get whatever little time the two of you had left. Doyoung pushed up your dress in a hurry as you undid his pants and got into a position that would give him easy access in the short space of time. Groaning as he entered you, Doyoung pushed your hair to the side and left open mouth kisses along your neck and jawline as he pounded into you, a few feet from your father’s dinner party.

“Doyoung I can't hold on any longer” you panted as you chased your orgasm. Doyoung planted a soft kiss on your cheek before quickening his pace and his soft whispers made you weak at the knees.

“Baby i'm going to fill you up and don't you worry this won't be the last time, I promise” he grunted until he finally released inside of you and quickly grabbed hold of your waist to help your balance. That was probably one of the best orgasms of your life and you wondered if you’d ever feel something  like that ever again.

“Did you mean it ?” you asked in a soft voice as Doyoung helped you neaten up.

“That it won't be the last ?”

You nodded and he cupped your face with his large hands, smiling down at you.

“It's tough right now, but after things begin to settle we can try going on a little private vacation, just you and me” he promised with a kiss on your forehead, “look at it this way, being apart for a while will just build excitement to seeing each other again.”

You chuckled and nodded once more, softly embracing him before realising it was probably time to get back to the party. As you walked away you felt a lump develop in your throat because while his gesture was sweet, you honestly had no idea if you'd see him like this again. Doyoung shared your exact sentiments and only said what he said to give you a piece of mind.

He watched you walk off and decided to go in the opposite direction to use an alternate entrance when he noticed Jaemin had been sitting slumped on the terrace chair watching him make his way over.

“Son, what are you doing here?” Doyoung cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pocket to appear less nervous.

“Where were you dad ?” Jaemin deadpanned.

“I was..I was just-”

“How long have you been seeing y/n ?” Jaemin looked up at him and Doyoung’s chest felt heavy as his son looked at him with such disgust in his eyes.

“Jaemin what are you talking-”

“Look,” Jaemin cut his father off, “I went to your hotel room and figured it out, I didn't tell anyone and I don't plan to because I don't want to be embarrassed.”

Doyoung sighed and it felt like his entire world just crashed once more. From being a shitty husband the last thing on earth he ever wanted to be was a shitty father. He was selfish because he was unhappy in his marriage but not once did he consider how Jaemin would feel if, when he found out.

“I'm so sorry Jaemin, I really am and don't worry it started and ended on this trip” Doyoung tried to reassure the boy. “I made a huge fucking mistake because-”

“You wanted out of your marriage” Jaemin sighed and Doyoung nodded with guilt. Jaemin chuckled bitterly and looked off into the distance. “What’s more annoying is that Ive never seen you happier you know, I just assumed it was being away from the office.”

Doyoung listened intently as Jaemin shared his sentiments. “I cant believe the reason you had to suffer and stay in this awful marriage was probably because of me” Jaemin frowned and looked back at his dad, “Of course I hate that it was y/n but dad please live for yourself, I can't stand this person you have become in the last few years.”

Jaemin’s words surprised Doyoung but he hated that he didn't want him to think that you were the sole purpose for his new found joy. Being free was the root of his happiness and being with someone like you made him feel free.

“Look son, firstly us staying together was our choice and I apologise that you felt guilty for my change in character, that is not your fault and never will be” Doyoung reassured him and placed his hand on Jaemin’s shoulder, “y/n have ended what we have and shes with…Jaehyun now, don't worry about it okay?”

Doyoung would rather use Jaehyun’s blackmail to avert all attention all together and in turn that part of the deal seems more realistic and eventually everybody is happy. Almost everyone.

Jaemin felt a sense of calm that the affair was over and that you were moving on. He obviously hated Jaehyun but it was better to bury all of this and for it to never be revisited ever again.

“Okay cool” Jaemin finally said, “God I hate this resort.”

“That makes two of us.”

Back at the party you were practically on autopilot, doing the rounds of small talk with all of your father’s guests to distract your mind from Doyoung. This was what being a socialite was all about. Your lives were a mess just like anybody else but the media could only show the good side of it. The lavish parties, the power couples, the perfect children with the perfect grades.

That's all it ever was and will ever be.

The next day all bags packed you had your father’s closest circle had a grand breakfast then gathered in the lobby for the last goodbye.

“What a time huh?” Johnny Suh bellowed as he shook your father’s hand, “next time at the Maldives resort ?”

Were not fishing your drunk body out of the ocean Johnny” your father quipped as the two of them laughed in unison. You said your goodbyes to Chenle whose father was already rushing them into their car.

“Mr Qian is a true airport dad” Haechan shook his head.

“What is he late for ? He literally owns a private jet” Sungchan added.

You smiled as Jaehyun came over, you really played up the fake girlfriend thing because you had no idea what the psychopath was capable of next.

“Aw look at you, so sad to see me go” Jaehyun pouted as he moved a strand of hair out of your face.

“Hmm so sad” you gritted your teeth as you pulled him into a hug that involved a cheeky pinch to his side which only made him laugh. Jaehyun pressed his lips to your cheek and slipped his hand down to your lower back.

“Be a good girl now and I’ll be seeing you in New York next week” Jaeyhun smirked and made his way out with Sungchan and his uncle.

Jaemin shuffled awkwardly as it was now just your family, his and Lee Haechan. He watched as you and his father paid each other no mind as if nothing has or ever happened between the two of you. Doyoung tipped an employee that loaded their car and waited until his family had finished their goodbyes.

“Oh please do come to the next vacation, it was a pleasure having you” your mom hugged the Kims before Mrs Kim, her son and Haechan jumped into the vehicle.

“Yes Doyoung don't you dare go off and work in solitude like you always do” your father gave him a firm handshake.

“We shall see what the future holds,” Doyoung smiled before coming over to you. He almost felt like a stranger again with the way he stood his distance and held out his hand to you.

“I hope when you're not too busy we can play golf again” He smiled and you felt your heart flutter.

“I’ll let you know when my schedule is free Mr Kim.”

The End

[evansbby]

Happy Valentines day!! 💝

What would Steve and Omega give each other as presents? Or does he just act more depraved with Omega?

Happy belated Valentine’s Day 💓✨

Omega wouldn’t know what to get Steve, since she can’t really afford anything good as he’s rich and used to expensive stuff. So, she’d fret over it a lot and in the end, she’d knit him a scarf in his favourite colour — blue! And it would have his initials at the bottom and she’d hand it to him and be all embarrassed that it was all she could give him, but he would love it😭😭😭😭

Steve would go completely overboard bc he’d be excited but he’d act all nonchalant like he doesn’t care. He’d take her to an expensive rooftop restaurant which he would’ve booked out completely so it’s just them. And he’d gift her a diamond necklace, a Cartier anklet and a pink cashmere scarf. So now they have matching scarves unintentionally. Then when they get back home, he’d nonchalantly toss some more presents at her: a blue sweater for Steve Jr (it’s a sweater for a two month old and Steve found it amusing). Also, a pearl choker because he likes her wearing stuff like that. Some pretty pink lingerie which he wants her to put on immediately. Also a bouquet of yellow roses except they were supposed to be delivered but someone messed up and they sent pink tulips instead and Steve got mad and said he’d sue the flower company.

And omega is so overwhelmed bc she got so many presents! And she feels so bad bc she only knitted Steve a scarf. Steve says she can give him another present and then they have depraved sex and Steve sets his camera up and films a Valentine’s Day sex tape😭 and then the next day, omega cooks him a huge meal with all his favourite foods and Steve is like 😏😏😏 but also secretly like 🥺😍🥰