After ‘accidentally’ getting into a shitload of debt, your best friend gives you the stupidest idea known to man.
Unfortunately, you're desperate enough to give it a shot.
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Ren [REDACTED] x Angel!MC Reader
(emphasis on REDACTED)
MDNI (18+)
Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, rough sex, teasing, praise, choking, manhandling, spit as lube, unprotected sex. AFAB reader but no specific pronouns, interpret it however. also not beta-read lol. Lowk a crackfic but the smut and plot is taken seriously.
Fuck.
Yeah, you're cooked.
With summer rolling up and your classes coming to a halt, you thought it was finally the end of your torment. Clicking ‘submit’ for the last time on your screen, you breathed a long sigh of relief, just barely making it a few minutes before the deadline. Peaceful, isn't it?
That was until you carelessly knocked over a plant pot on your balcony. Hell— you don't even remember when you placed it just by the edge.
Crack!
Unfortunately for you, it crashed hard onto what looked like an expensive car.
Great.
You drowned in an earful from a head of blue hair, some shit about how he was borrowing a friend’s car and that he’d ‘beat your ass’ if you don't pay back the cracked windshield on the sleek black corvette. Like god, who actually lends sports-cars to their friends?
And as always, Moth went ahead and knocked a solution your way… though questionable for sure.
Your fingers tap away at the screen, absentmindedly scrolling through the account creation tab.
Age? You're pretty sure it's unhappily married businessmen that's gonna whip you up the quick buck you need. But God, do you really want shrivelled dick? Your shoulders wince for a moment at the thought, but you slide the range over to the 40s to 60s anyway.
Just in case a good offer comes up, you convince yourself.
The next part is easier, filtering through your gallery for the most ‘scrumptious’ (according to Moth) pictures you have of yourself. Confident or not, you gotta work with something. Settling with some simple fit-checks and selfies, you continue to tap at the next button.
‘looking for temporary financial aid’, you write on your profile description.
Totally unsexy, but it's realistic. It's not like you specified what you're looking for anyways (you totally meant part-time work offers), but the last thing you'd want is someone clinging on your ass with the idea that there's more to it.
Now this is the fun part.
An array of profiles fill your screen, plastered with pictures of old men. Some pose with a large fish catch in their hands, while others are seated and dressed clad in business-suits within what looks to be fancy hotels. Fingers tapping away at the screen, you carelessly like all their profiles. The more the merrier, yeah? You scroll for some minutes until the loading bar on the very bottom of the screen just takes too long to load.
Gosh. At this rate, you honestly doubt you'd get far with this plan. Groaning into your hands, you click your phone off and set it aside with a plop.
Ding ding!
An unfamiliar tune springs up from your phone. You turn to the side to peek at the screen, realizing you received your first reply. Quickly entering your password in, your eyebrows twist into confusion as your eyes land on the profile you matched with.
Holy shit.
You don't know whether to be concerned or impressed at the set of pictures on your screen. Leaning against the side of a large sports-bike, the towering figure consumes a good chunk of the image with just how bulky and tall they seem. Unfortunately, the helmet hides away the owner of that admirable physique (but it's not as if the mystery behind it isn't sexy either.) The profile follows with a similar trend on each picture, showing off the stunning angles of this mysterious figure but in ways that just keeps them anonymous.
But—
You swear you specifically set your attraction range pretty high up there, and there's just no fucking way this guy is even anywhere close to his 40s… right?
Looking back at your settings, you notice that all the other recommended profiles are gone. The fuck? You pass it off as a shitty application bug, it's a small indie company anyways.
Tapping back on the chat log, you see their enthusiastic response.
Ren_exe: This is giving sugar baby vibes LOL But okaaaay! Give me a sec, angel ^^
The response completely hits you like a slap on the face. Is this really the same bulky looking biker guy you were ogling at just the minute before?
angelxharuko: what tf do you mean?
Ren_exe: Financial aiddd, rightttt?
angxharuko: just a one time thing. idk if you should consider that a sugar baby role.
Ding!
A notification pops up on the top of your phone, a— holyshitballs transfer of $1000.
angelxharuko: hey how the fuck did you do that??
Ren_exe: It’s a feature, sillyyy. Your number's connected to the app and that's connected to your bank acc ^^
Since when was that a thing?
Ren_exe: But anyways, I just wanted to show you a little bit of what I could give you….
Ren_exe: Interested, angel?
Silence overtakes the air as you ponder the weight of this decision. Is it safe? Probably not. But you doubt you'd be able to leave your apartment ever again with the threat of a very seemingly angry blue-headed freak.
angelxharuko: what do you want?
Ren_exe: Nothing much, just come over
They send over a link to some high-rise apartment, not too far from your own place. It's no surprise, considering just how loaded the guy looked, but it would also be your first time entering the boundaries of a luxurious place like this.
angelxharuko: not even a date first? damn.
Ren_exe: Ohhh? If that's what you want, idm either LOL ^^
At this point, it was clear as day that what they wanted was sex. Well, it’s not as if you weren't a little interested in them either. You catch yourself staring at the man’s pictures, wide shoulders, toned stomach, and oh God—
Tattoos? You don't know how you managed to miss them earlier, but you feel the sight of this unbelievably annoying guy to take effect on you.
angelxharuko: it's fine, i’ll come over. just be sure to pay me my worth.
You opt to omit the winky face from your text, deciding it was enough embarrassing decisions to be made for the day. The man sends you over a time to come tomorrow. 6 PM? Oh yeah, they definitely wanted sex. As long as the pay is good… You just want to get it over with, lest your summer break gets filled with scrubbing grimy dishes in run-down restaurants.
The next morning comes by in what felt like days, your body sluggish as you failed to get a wink of sleep that night. Did you feel nervous? Excited? You weren't exactly sure yourself, but with the clock ticking closer to noon, you finally shuffled your way out of the blankets to get up.
Daily routine aside, you thought to be a bit bold with today's ‘date’. You doubt your outfit today would really matter, not as if they'd stay on for long. Throwing on whatever casual outfit you have above your little surprise, you quickly walk your way over to the red dot on the map of your screen.
It's not completely different to the rest of Corland Bay, but you can definitely see how much more maintained their public facilities were; what looks to be perfectly new streetlights, trimmed bushes that didn't eat up half the road, and sidewalks without potholes? Curse the government.
You eventually arrive at the highrise building, striding towards the automatic door. On the way there, you almost miss the line of obnoxiously fancy cars seated at the parking lot.
Huh? This one looks just like the one I hit the other day…
Brushing it off as some stupid rich-people trend, you ring up the room number he sent. It only takes a second before the intercom speaks out a low voice.
“Come.”
And then, the automatic door slides open. The elevator music doesn't ease you any better as you slowly ascend, eventually reaching the desired floor. The doors slide open, only for you to mindlessly walk into a firm wall. Wait—
You stumble back, craning your head uncomfortably high to see a towering figure, hair jet black with tufts of pink peeking at the tips. You can spot the array of tattoos crawling down from his neck and arms, barely shielded with the loose t-shirt on his body..
“Oh, uh.” You were taken out of your trance by the sheer expression on his face, uncharacteristically flustered like a timid school boy.
“You're Ren, right?” Or at least that's what it was on their profile. You notice his hands move shyly to fiddle with his fingers.
“Yeah, s’me.”
Nodding silently, you both awkwardly shift your way over to the entrance of his penthouse, which itself already rivals the biggest room in your apartment. Slipping your shoes aside, you were barely able to take in the large expanse of marble and minimalistic furniture as Ren guides you to what seemed to be their office.
You're not sure what any normal person would need four monitors for but you pass it off as a tech guy kind of thing. Regardless, what comes next is what truly throws you off. Ren grabs the back of his spinning chair, and swivels it in his direction before plopping down comfortably.
“Sit.” He looks at you nonchalantly.
What the fuck. Is it some kind of dirty desk sex roleplay he wants? You didn't dare question it aloud, following his instructions.
You awkwardly ease yourself on his lap, your back leaning against his broad shoulder. With you comfortably sitting against him, Ren pulls the chair closer to his desk. The air fills with mouseclicks and keyboard taps, the mild whizzing of his PC fan barely present amongst the other noises.
“What are you doing?”
“Work.”
Silence passes for a brief minute.
“Did you seriously call me here just to sit on your lap?”
And another gap of silence, which he doesn't fill this time.
You feel almost offended. Not only were you wholeheartedly prepared to get plowed by a hot, rich, emo boy— but the fact that he doesn't spare you a glance is what really pisses you off. Recalling your current financial situation, you didn't voice your complaints, simply accepting the embrace of his towering figure behind yours. With Ren up close, it's easier to see every crevice and detail of his arms. You begin with his biceps, tattoos lined with black and red ink trailing down to his forearms. You don't miss the way they move with every motion on his desk, warmth occasionally brushing your own arm whenever he nudges you on accident.
Were you really the only one getting hot and bothered? You swear the room grew warmer, cursing whatever supposed high-quality air-conditioning they have in this place. Perhaps ogling at him from a closer angle wasn't the wisest choice in this situation, especially not when your mind had been running wild with scenarios all night. So, you indulge the thoughts playing in your head and do exactly what any responsible adult would do.
Deliberately shifting your rear on his lap, Ren’s focus flickers onto you as the motions on his keyboard come to a halt, “What are y—”
“Hm?” You look up at him with your head tilted, feigning innocence, “I'm just getting comfortable, is that okay?”
“Y-yeah.” His composure swiftly returns, though you begin to feel a firm object poking against your thigh. You continue to move against his crotch, your goal growing even more evident as small whimpers the voice behind you.
In a sudden, their hands shoot away from the keyboard and onto your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace with his face buried in the crook of your neck.
“Fuck it,” Ren sweeps you up in one swift motion, arms cradling you against his chest as he stands and carries you like you weigh nothing, only to stride over and drop you against the couch of their office, “That's how y’want to play, yeah angel?”
Firm hands trap you under him, his clothed knee pressing against your core while his palms surround the side of your head. You thrust your hips up, grinding yourself against him, and the programmer groans in response, sliding accordingly to time the rutting of movements together. Ren trails his hand onto your hips, grabbing harshly before dipping his hand inside the waistband of your pants. They roughly pull your garment down in one swift move as you kick away the piece of fabric that hung loose on your legs. His eyes widen as he unravels the lacey piece of lingerie hugging the lower curve of your body.
“Y’don't fucking know how much I held back f’you.” His hands wrap around your throat, keeping your head down against the couch, “But you're just so greedy f’me, aren't you?”
Ren doesn't give you a chance to answer the question, letting go of one of his hands to dip his fingers into your mouth, prodding around as your tongue suckles the digits. He pulls them out, watching as your saliva trails out from your lips and glistens.
“All dressed up like this?” They take the same fingers down to press against your clit briefly, before pushing two digits right inside your slit, gently thrusting in and out against the tight expanse of your inner walls, “So. Fuckin’. cute.”
A gasp barely escapes your lips before Ren pushes his mouth against yours to form a wet kiss, pressure slowly forming on the sides of your neck with his hands clamping onto you, while the other continues to loosen the tightness of your lower region. He pulls away before you could lean into his kiss, and you whine at the loss of affection.
“So desperate already. Y’think you can take me?” His gaze speaks as if you were a prey, looking down on you as your figure is completely held firmly onto the couch, all helpless and wet.
Ren stops the motions of his fingers, swiftly pulling down his pants as well to free the thick length you'd been teasing the entire time. Your eyes go wide as you see just what's about to enter you, a mixture of fear and excitement creeping down your skin. With the height and build of this guy, it would be no surprise to guess he was hung, but this was just ridiculous! He lines his hard girth against you, slowly pushing in to intrude your pussy as tears prick in the corner of your eyes. The tip itself is already stretching you with a slight stinging sensation, and the soft coos and string of praises coming from his lips doesn’t help to hold back the growing red on your cheeks.
The sound of squelching and whiny breaths fills the otherwise quiet room, and he eventually bottoms out with his dick completely sheathed inside you. Your walls clamp onto the new intrusion, and you shift uncomfortably at the girth. Ren’s gaze softens for a moment as your face twisted in discomfort, making gentle and slow movements to ease you into the feeling. It doesn't take long for him to pick up the pace, hands full gripped on your hips with your legs locked around him as he’s thrusting into you with fervor.
“You're a sweet little thing, aren't ya?” Ren’s words come out breathless as his hips continue to rut into yours, “A fuckin’ treasure. Priceless.”
“F—fuck,” Words can barely form at your lips at this rate, with only a string of whines and gasps for more escaping your throat. You reach your hand out for him, and Ren leans forward in response, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. They press their tongue into the cavern of your mouth, sucking on your own until you push your head away to gasp for air.
“I'm gonna—”
“Yeah? Cum f’me, angel.” Ren snaps his hips forward faster, his mouth twisting into a smile while he lavishes in your fucked out expression, “Let go f’me, m—my pretty thing.”
With a tight clamp of your core, he thrusts one last time, groaning as he releases deep into your hole. You both stay in that position for what felt like minutes, your legs lightly locking around his hips while his cock plugs up the cum threatening to spill out. You winced as he shifted, and Ren took it as a sign to gently pull away, easing you both into a comfortable cuddling position. Stickiness and warmth runs down your thighs, and you rub your legs uncomfortably to push the feeling aside.
“I love you,” You barely hear your name slipping from his mouth at the last second. You brush off the intimacy of it all as a passing moment of heat, gently pushing his broad chest aside to comfortably get a breath of air. But a shuddering feeling creeps up your back, as if something doesn't sit right.
#I'm just saying #we got the hot and snarky the hot and smart the hot and badass #but because they understood their audience we also got the hot and doofus (@leupagus is so right)
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