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Namjoon was rich, wealthy man. He was a young successful mob boss and had earned enough to live a life of luxury. He owned a large penthouse in Seoul and had lots of power.
Namjoon was a rich man but he was lonely. He loads of money but nobody to spend it on.
Living in such a big expensive house all by himself only made him feel worse and with each passing day, it was slowly starting to drive him insane. The loneliness was really starting to get him. Maybe it was because he was getting older, he had never felt the need for someone special in his life, he had been doing just perfect.
But lately he felt like he was missing something… or perhaps, missing someone.
Namjoon had lived most of his life in secrecy and without much contact with people, he ran an illegal mob business after all. It was a life of danger and risk. He had enemies watching his every move, waiting for a moment of vulnerability to get the chance to strike him down. So yeah, he never really went out much.
He didn’t care much for things like parties and galas and hardly ever went out unless it was work related. His business was all his life had ever revolved around.
And No, he wasn’t exactly against the idea of dating or love. In his 28 years of life, he has had plenty of flings and affairs to lose count but he never put enough work into any of them to last. None of them ever worked out, he'd either neglect his partner, or they'd ask for attention all the time, or sometimes they were just plain annoying.
So instead, he work hard to enlarge his business, he no longer spent time on such trivial things like dating. He toiled and worked hard to get the life of luxury he had right now.
Now he was one of the biggest mob bosses in the city but for some reason he still wasn’t satisfied with the life he was living.
One day, he had finally had enough of staring at the plain lonely haunting walls of his house and he voiced his concerns to Hoseok, his body guard and best friend. The man had been with him for 4 years now and he was his only friend, one of the only people Namjoon could trust in this world.
“So you want a someone next to you and to please you but you don’t want to invest too much time into the relationship.” Hoseok summed up, hand rubbing his chin in thought as he was lazily sprawled out on namjoon's white sofa. Namjoon just sighed and nodded.
He did want someone beside him to give him company whenever he needed it but he was too busy for a real relationship, he couldn’t afford to invest that much time into it.
There were too many risks. His lover’s life would be in danger if his enemies ever heard about it. A lover could be used as a weakness. He could backstab him anytime There were just too many things that could go wrong.
“Ha, I got the perfect solution for you.” Hoseok said, clapping his hands together, “Just get a sugar baby.”
“Wow. The alcohol is really getting to you huh.” Namjoon muttered as he shook his head and took another swig of his beer.
Hoseok tsked and rolled his eyes at him, “Think about it Joon. A young pretty boy who gives you all the sex, pleasure and company you'll ever need, in return for money which you anyways have plenty of. You don’t have to put any effort into it, no need to give him constant attention, no need to talk about feelings and shit, or get interrupted during work. You don't have to treat it like a relationship but you’ll still get his affection and company whenever you want.”
Namjoon stood up and paced up and down the room as he pondered over Hoseok’s words. Maybe he was right and this could really be the solution to his problem. “But where do I even find a sugar baby? I can’t just randomly walk up to someone on the street and ask them to be my sugar baby Hoseok.” Namjoon said.
Hoseok shook his head, “That my friend, is why you need to get a social media account. You can find tons and tons of sexy sugar babies on the internet, trust me.” Namjoon scratched the back of his head, still not completely onboard with the idea, “I don’t know man. It took me many years to completely trust you. What if this guy leaks all our secrets and snitches on us to the police or worse to our enemies? This kind of stuff is risky.”
“Well, you don’t have to tell them anything about your job, that can be kept private. Just get to know him first and see if he’s trustworthy and nice. If something goes wrong, we can just kill him.” Hoseok shrugged casually.
Namjoon still wasn’t too sure about it all but decided to give it a try. He was so bored of his life and really needed to spice things up. Maybe this would go well?
A few days later, Namjoon was sitting in the balcony of his huge house, drinking vodka alone when he could no longer bear the loneliness and finally decided to put Hoseok’s idea into action.
He created a twitter account and took some time to familiarize himself with the app and it baffled him how kids these days were so good with technology like this. While he was surfing on twitter, he was surprised by the number of sugar baby profiles he came across. Some were sexy, some were not his type and he kept searching until he landed on one particular profile.
It was safe to say that Namjoon was beyond star struck. The male was the most gorgeous little thing he had ever laid his eyes on. He looked like a literal angel with his soft fluffy pink hair and plush lips which stirred something within Namjoon. He could hardly stop the dirty thoughts from entering his head as he gazed the boy's profile.
Namjoon decided to text him. This could turn out very badly but he still decided to do it. The boy looked absolutely sinful, like a fallen angel. Namjoon wasn't very good at texting but he messaged him anyways, nervously waiting for a reply. He surprisingly got a reply within minutes.
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Namjoon gulped down the rest of his vodka quickly and settled down into his armchair comfortably. They texted each other for a while, Namjoon dodging all the questions that he was asked about his work, Seokjin didn't need to know all that. Instead Namjoon made him share more about himself.
He got to know that Seokjin went to a local community college, his favorite color was pink, he was a huge fan of Troye Sivan and he was horny literally all the time. Namjoon should've expected it, Jin was a sugar baby after all but he was surprised by just how thirsty Jin was and it lowkey turned him on.
By the time they had ended their conversation and said goodnight to each other that night, Namjoon was dying to meet him. It made him feel exhilarated and happy, like he finally had something to look forward to the next day. That night, Namjoon went to bed feeling happy and satisfied for the first time in years.
The next day, Namjoon was on his way back home after a tiring day of work when his phone pinged. He opened it to see a text message from Seokjin.
Holy fuck! Namjoon almost dropped his phone when he saw the picture of the beautiful male. Smooth, honey skin that dipped in all the right places and a big fat juicy ass that Namjoon was just aching to spank and mark up. And such a cheeky message too.
He immediately pulled over so that he doesn’t accidentally bust a nut right there or cause a traffic accident. He was already starting to get hard in his pants as he admired the picture, taking his time to ogle over every inch of the beauty named Seokjin.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him and finally fuck the living daylights out of the slutty boy, he could only imagine how tight he would be. He didn’t bother replying to Seokjin immediately, he didn’t need to.
It was Seokjin’s job as his sugar baby to please him and he wasn’t obligated to reply or thank him in any way for just doing his job. Namjoon waited a while to will his boner to go down before driving the rest of the way back home.
He got out of his work clothes and took a cool shower to freshen himself up before grabbing a cigarette and his phone and settling down on the sofa, deciding to finally text Seokjin back. He wondered if he was still online. He replied and complimented and praised him and surprisingly got a reply from Seokjin within a minute. He must have been waiting.
They texted longer than the previous day as Namjoon demanded for more pictures from him, in all different angles and poses. Seokjin complied to all his requests obediently, eager and ready to please the man.
Seokjin: Daddy, wanna hear your voice... Can we call?
Namjoon thought about it for a second before responding with a “yes” and his number. His phone rang not even a minute later and a soft sultry seductive voice spoke up, “Hi daddy.”
Namjoon smiled, “hi darling, you know, you almost caused an accident while I was on my way home with the pictures you sent me.”
“Sorry daddy, it’s not my fault you were drooling over me when you should've kept your eyes on the road.” Seokjin drawled teasingly. Namjoon gritted his teeth at the bratty response and groaned, “Such a slut. If only I could get my hands on you…”
“oh yeah? What would you do to me daddy?”
“I’d tie you up tightly before making you gag and choke on my dick, finally put that slutty mouth to use, that's all you're good for. You should be stuffing your mouth full of cock instead of using it to be such a brat.” Namjoon tsked. He was starting to get hard again.
“Or maybe I should just shove a vibrator up your ass and leave you there for hours, let you struggle orgasm after orgasm until you finally black out from over sensitivity.” He heard Seokjin moan at his words, his breaths getting heavier. He was no doubt touching himself, just like Namjoon was doing.
“When will you fuck me, daddy?” Seokjin whined, desperately.
“Oh I will, don’t you worry. I'll fuck you and take my time with it too. Pound into you from every position and on every surface of my house. Make you ride me round after round until you’re crying, begging to stop.”
Namjoon heard Seokjin moan loudly at his dirty words. Fuck, this was by far the sluttiest person he had ever met, “Just how kinky are you baby?” he asked, not knowing if he really wanted to hear the answer to that question.
He heard Jin chuckle weakly, “oh you don’t wanna know that daddy…”
“You’d probably come untouched if I put a gun in you huh?” Namjoon said, half jokingly.
Seokjin gasped, moaning loudly as he was slowly reaching his climax “I’d take you so well, daddy. Let you fuck my tight little hole so well, you won’t be satisfied with anyone else after me. wanna feel your huge dick in me daddy, want it so bad.”
If Namjoon wasn't so lonely and desperate right now, then maybe he would've cringed at those words, but he was and it was almost embarrassing how quickly he came, cursing out as he released in thick white ropes. Seokjin finished with him, letting out a loud moan through the phone.
It was silent for a while as they both tried to regain their breathing. Namjoon reached out to a nearby table for some tissues to clean himself up. Their pants slowly subsided into normal breaths and Namjoon spoke lowly , “Fuck baby, I can’t wait to meet you.”
“Me too daddy. When do you wanna meet up?”
“I really don’t want to wait any longer. How about tomorrow, sweetheart?” Namjoon asked.
“Hmm… I have university tomorrow but it gets over at 4. You can pick me up then?”
“Perfect. We can go on a little shopping spree and daddy can buy you some cute outfits, does that sound good?”
“yes, daddy.” Came Seokjin’s happy reply.
Namjoon smirked at how easy it was to please the man. They spoke for a little while longer before deciding to call it a night.
The next day, Namjoon informed Hoseok that he was leaving work a little earlier than usual for his date, if you could it that, with his sugar baby. Hoseok had been pleasantly surprised when he heard that Namjoon had actually managed to get a sugar baby on his own and wished him good luck.
Namjoon drove to Seokjin’s university, using google maps. The old building looked worn out and shabby, the paint was faded and wearing off and the walls even had cracks in a few areas.
It must be pretty cheap to study here if it’s maintained like this, Namjoon thought.
A few minutes later, the bell rang and students started piling out of their classes and Namjoon took off his sunglasses so that he could spot Seokjin easier. He was already getting a lot of stares, it wasn’t an everyday thing to see a well-dressed intimidating man in a Mercedes Benz right outside your college afterall.
He finally saw Seokjin walking out the gate alone, wearing a baby pink sweatshirt and pale blue extremely ripped jeans over net stockings. He stopped walking and paused to look around for Namjoon, it was cute. When Seokjin finally spotted him, he waved at him with a small smile and started to walk over to him.
Namjoon rolled down his window when Seokjin came close enough and Seokjin bent his head down to shyly peck Namjoon’s lips, “Hi daddy.” Namjoon smirked back at him, motioning to the seat next to him, "Get in baby, Let's get going."
They drove to a nearby mall and Namjoon got out of the car before confidently offering his arm to Seokjin who shyly wrapped his own hand around it. They entered the mall, taking their time at each store they visited. Namjoon picked out many clothes and made Seokjin go and try them out for him.
Seokjin was more than happy to oblige, practically bubbling with excitement as he saw all the new designer items. He didn’t pretend to act modest or as if he didn’t want to waste money on himself and Namjoon appreciated the genuineness.
Seokjin thanked him each time he whipped out his credit card at the billing counter of a store with a kiss to his cheek and that was enough for him. Namjoon was happy to let splurge a little after so long and it was amusing to see the pretty male so interested and happy.
He watched as Jin tried out different shades of lipstick on the back of his hand, pouting and putting the stick away when he didn’t like the shade. But honestly, if you asked Namjoon, he thought that any shade would look gorgeous on Jin.
Jin looked beautiful in pictures but they didn't do his real beauty justice at all. Namjoon had been shocked when he saw him in real life, he just looked so ethereal. Jin glanced up, noticing him staring and blushed before grabbing the stuff he had chosen and approaching him.
“I'm done, daddy. Where shall we go next?” Seokjin asked as Namjoon paid for the cosmetics and grabbed him by the waist, leading them back to him car, “It’s getting pretty late, let’s go eat dinner. I know the perfect place.”
He drove them to a nice romantic Italian restaurant that Hoseok had recommended to him quite some time ago. They sat down in one of the corner tables, private and away from everyone else with a nice view of the city. Namjoon really shouldn’t have been surprised but he chuckled anyway when he saw Seokjin order one of the most expensive dishes on menu but it didn’t really bother him.
They were seated very very close to each other with their thighs pressed against each other and Namjoon could feel the warmth radiating off Seokjin’s soft body.
Their food arrived and they dug right in, not bothering to hold any conversations for now, they were both famished from all that shopping. Seokjin looked adorable when he ate, his cheeks puffing up like a squirrel as he tried to chew all his food down.
Namjoon was also surprised to find out that Seokjin had a very big appetite. He was a university student so most of his meals were probably instant Ramyeon, Namjoon thought pitifully.
They finished their dinner off with some red velvet cake and Namjoon drove them back to his penthouse. Namjoon sighed, taking off his coat at the door and settling down on his couch while Seokjin awkwardly stood around admiring the place, just taking in the expensive furniture and carpets.
Namjoon had a servant bring the shopping bags from the car and place them in his bedroom. “Why don’t you go try on some of the pretty outfits we bought for you today, doll?” Namjoon suggested with a wink, his face leaning on his palm as he admired the other’s lovely figure.
Seokjin brightened up with a smile as he nodded.
“Words darling.”
“yes daddy.” Seokjin left to change and Namjoon took out a fresh cigarette, lighting it and lazily placing it between his lips. He leaned his head back and exhaled the smoke, closing his eyes as he thought about the day’s events.
It felt good to have company, even if it was a stranger, he certainly didn’t feel lonely when he was with Seokjin. He felt confident and in control, it made him happy that someone listened and obeyed him. Seokjin was so willing too, so slutty and so eager to please him.
He knew that it was all only for the money but it made him feel good nevertheless. Perhaps, Hoseok was right and this could actually help him feel better. He was shaken away from his thoughts when his bedroom opened with a bang and Seokjin appeared.
Namjoon's mouth went dry at the sight in front of him.
Seokjin was dressed in a loosely tied transparent pink silk robe which Namjoon had personally picked out from Victoria's secret. His lips were a darker shade than before, his hair was sexily messed up and his skin seemed to glow. He blushed as he made eye contact with Namjoon and walked slowly towards him, making sure to swing his hips sexily as he went.
He gently straddled the older's lap, taking Namjoon’s face in his hands as he stared at the man for a second. So handsome.
He started to kiss along Namjoon’s neck, not minding the lipstick smears that appeared as Namjoon groaned lowly, his hands going down Jin's body to tightly grope his plump ass.
“Fuck baby,” Namjoon panted as Seokjin continued his assault on his neck, “I've been waiting so long to do this.”
Seokjin finally removed his lips from the man’s neck and looked into his eyes, smiling shyly.
Namjoon brushed a stray strand of hair away from jin’s face gently before attaching their lips together, his tongue immediately seeking entrance to Seokjin’s mouth. Seokjin easily let him in, becoming completely pliant and submissive as he let the man take control, squeezing and groping his body.
He slowly unbuttoned namjoon's shirt removing and chucking it to the floor. Jin admired his toned muscular body for awhile before Namjoon got too impatient and pushed him down to the floor into a kneel, looking down at him expectantly. Seokjin knew what to do and quickly got to work, working on the button of his pants before pulling it down to his knees.
He nosed at namjoon's clothed erection, rubbing his cheek against it in satisfaction, making Namjoon hiss. He finally pulled down namjoon's boxer and his erection sprang out, hitting jin right on the face, making his gasp.
He quickly took it into his mouth, bobbing his up and down expertly as Namjoon tangled his hands in his hair casually. Namjoon shoved his dick deeper into Seokjin's mouth, making his gag and choke on it. But Jin didn't complain, just tried to adjust as he was forced to deepthroat him.
He let Namjoon abuse his mouth as he liked for a while, mascara tears streaming down his face at the stretch. He was sure his makeup was ruined but he didn't care. He was slowly losing breath and Namjoon finally pulled his head away, letting him gasping for air. After a few seconds, he was forced onto his cock again, this time namjoon's thrusts were faster and sloppier and his pants were a bit louder.
It wasn't long before he pulled out, stroking himself to release all over Seokjin's face with a groan. Seokjin gasped, not expecting the shower of cum at all but still obediently lapped up at whatever bits of cum he could reach.
Namjoon stared down at the ruined beauty in front of him. Jin was still on his knees, his mascara was smudged and tears streaming down his face. There was cum all over his face and his lips looked red and swollen.
Fuck, he looked gorgeous. Namjoon could not help it, he quickly took out his phone and clicked a picture, wanting to keep it for later. He didn't ask for consent but he didn't think Seokjin would be able to thinl straight right now anyways. Seokjin just gazed at him dazedly and Namjoon pulled him up from the floor before throwing him over his shoulder and marching them towards his bedroom.
He threw Jin onto the bed, making him bounce with the force before getting on top of him, nosing at his neck. Namjoon smashed their lips together again, this time the kiss was rougher and more passionate, their tongues dueling together. Namjoon bit on Jin's lip harshly and moved down to his neck, marking it with hickeys.
Seokjin gasped when Namjoon tore his pink robe open, slightly disappointed that he ruined it but said nothing as Namjoon roamed his hands all over his body until he finally reached his hole.
Namjoon didn't bother much with preparation, inserting three fingers in right away smoothly, presuming that Seokjin must've prepared himself before hand. He quickly removed his fingers and replaced them with his dick, groaning at the tightness of his walls as he slid in. Seokjin whined a little under him, getting used to the stretch.
Namjoon started pounding into him right away, Seokjin moaning lewdly as his body bounced forward with each thrust. He wrapped his hands around Namjoon, his fingers digging into his back, sure to leave marks. Namjoon lifted one of jin's legs to get a better angle, aiming for the perfect spot, making Jin let out a wail of pleasure as he quickened his pace.
"Who do you belong to, slut?" Namjoon demanded into his neck, thrusting into him mercilessly.
"You daddy." seokjin cried brokenly, his breathing getting faster he was reaching orgasm. He let out a whimper as he spasmed, cumming on the plain white bedsheets.
Namjoon pinned him down and chased after his own orgasm, not stopping until he had also cum inside seokjin with a long groan. He pulled out and fell onto the bed next to Jin, catching his breath.
When they had both relaxed, Namjoon pulled Seokjin's limp body against his, brushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead, "Did you like that honey?"
Seokjin stared back at him with lazy smile, "Yes I did, thank you daddy."
Namjoon nodded and kissed him on the forehead before closing his eyes in satisfaction as he let sleep overtake him.