pls pls write a sugar daddy junmyeon ff... like he loves to have reader spend his money.... 😋😋😛
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pairing sugar daddy! suho x fem!reader
summary junmyeon loves to see you adorned in his wealth, but he'd make you earn your prize.
warning smut, mdni, p in v, creampie, riding, semi public sex ..?, unprotected sex
a/n oml anonie u read my mind bc this idea was circling in my mind even before you requested. this was kinda short sorry... but you asked i deliver #ineedhimsobad
You stood before the full-length mirror in the boutique's private fitting room, the emerald silk dress clinging to your curves like liquid jade. The fabric caught the warm lighting, highlighting every dip and swell of your body.
This was your third shopping trip this week, but this dress had stopped you cold the moment you'd spotted it through the window.
Junmyeon had followed you inside, his presence filling the small space as he came up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest while his eyes met yours in the reflection.
"You look breathtakingly beautiful, m'love," he murmured against your ear, his lips brushing your earlobe. You felt his warm breath fan across your skin, and the way his arms tightened around you told you everything about his desperation.
"myeon... can I buy this...?" you asked, turning in his embrace. Your hands found his cheekbones, thumbs stroking gently over his skin.
Junmyeon reached into his pocket without hesitation, pulling out his wallet. The black card appeared between his fingers, extended toward you with complete trust.
You squealed with delight, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you so much, baby~"
Just as you turned to leave and pay, his hand caught your arm, pulling you back against him. His voice dropped to a whisper against your ear.
"ah ah. You have to earn it."
His hands slid down to grip your hips through the silk, fingers pressing into the fabric as he pressed his growing hardness against your ass. The fitting room suddenly felt much smaller, the air thicker with tension.
"How do you want to earn it, baby?" he asked, his voice low and rough. His hands moved to cup your breasts through the dress, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "on your knees? bent over this bench? or right here against the mirror while you watch yourself?"
Junmyeon's hands tightened around your waist, your arms looped around his neck, fingers threading through the hair at his nape. "There." your eyes flicked toward the oversized sofa behind him. "I don't wanna ruin this dress though," you murmured, glancing down at the emerald silk still clinging to your body.
A knowing grin spread across Junmyeon's face. His fingers found the delicate straps at your shoulders, hooking beneath the silk and tugging them down slowly. The dress slid over your curves like water, pooling at your feet and leaving you in nothing but the expensive white lace lingerie he'd bought you the week before.
The sheer fabric barely covered anything—your nipples visible through the delicate material, the tiny panties already damp against your skin.
Junmyeon grabbed your ass with both hands, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. "do you know what you're doing to me?" he hissed, his voice strained as he swallowed hard, the bulge in his pants pressing insistently against your core.
Your palms dragged down his white dress shirt, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fabric. You walked him backward until his legs hit the couch, then pushed him down and carefully straddled his lap.
The moment you settled over him, his hard length pressed against your soaked panties, and Junmyeon exhaled sharply, his breath hot against your neck.
You ground down on him, feeling every inch of his cock through the thin lace. Your hands rested on his chest, the shirt becoming nearly see-through from the sweat gathering there. "myeon, I wanna ride you," you moaned, the words barely coherent.
"go ahead, babe," he breathed, his cock twitching beneath you.
You reached between your bodies, shifting the lace aside just enough before sinking down onto him. Inch by inch, he filled you, stretching you open until your thighs met his. Both of you exhaled at the same time, the aching emptiness finally satisfied.
"oh—you're so tight...!" Junmyeon heaved, his hands automatically finding your hips like he had your body memorized. You started moving at a devastatingly slow pace, rolling your hips in teasing circles that made him groan.
His fingers dug into your skin, unable to take the torment any longer. He started slamming you down onto him, his hips thrusting up to meet every movement.
The wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the fitting room, your moans loud and unrestrained as he fucked you with increasing intensity.
Junmyeon groaned, his forearm muscles flexing with every thrust. "shit—"
"myeon, i—i can't," you whimpered, your fingers clawing at his shoulders.
"yes—you can," he reassured, continuing to drive into you relentlessly.
The line of workers outside could hear everything—the wet sounds, your desperate moans that sounded they came straight from a pornographic film, junmyeon's grunts of pleasure.
His secretary peeked through the door at Junmyeon's signal, then quickly shut it, the workers scattering.
His length twitched inside you, every vein pulsing against your walls. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, barely contained by the white lace bra.
"ngh—Myeon!" your voice barely coherant, "i saw this bag—" you whimpered, bouncing on his cock. "would you buy it for me—"
"can I cum in you first?" he groaned, his voice breaking. you nodded frantically, still riding him. "Yes—please!"
Junmyeon buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he filled you with hot cum. You kept moving, riding out his orgasm while chasing your own, your walls clenching around him.
His mouth found yours in a desperate kiss, tongues sliding together as you moaned into each other's mouths. He swallowed your cries while his hands gripped your ass, helping you grind down harder.
The kiss turned messy, teeth clashing, saliva mixing as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. You came with a muffled scream against his lips, your body shaking as your orgasm crashed through you, his cum leaking out around his still-hard cock.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing and the soft rustle of silk against skin. You lay there for a moment, letting the tremors subside, your heart hammering against your ribs.
He didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he pressed his forehead to yours, his own breath warm and uneven against your cheek, anchoring you to the earth after that dizzying flight, "I love you," your breathe fanned on his lips.
His thumbs stroked your cheekbones, wiping away the sheen of sweat, "I love you too."
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering there.
Your eyes, then flickered towards the drress. It was absurd, really. The dress had cost more than a fortune, a masterpiece of embroidery and delicate threads. Now, it was crumpled and damp, discarded in the heat of the moment without a second thought.
The thought should have horrified you, but all you felt was a strange, hollow satisfaction.
He shifted, his hand sliding up your spine, tracing the curve of your shoulder blade. The touch was gentle now, a contrast to the desperatjon claiming from moments before. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes dark and hazy with the same lingering haze that clouded your own mind.
There was a possessiveness in his gaze that sent a fresh shiver down your legs, even as your body began to cool.
"Don't move," he murmured, his voice rough, barely above a whisper. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your jawline. You leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering shut. The scent of him—musk, sweat, and something distinct filled your senses, more intoxicating than any perfume the dress had ever been paired with.
You felt the weight of him settle against your thigh, still hard despite the climax, a testament to his own hunger, it wasn't over. He kissed you again, softer this time, tasting of salt and shared breath.
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junmyeon... 🤤🤤
