Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/2543897. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga Character: Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga Additional Tags: Sugar_Daddy, Anal_Fisting, Dirty_Talk, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Sex_Toys, Deepthroating, Underage_Smoking, Barebacking Stats: Published: 2014-10-31 Words: 3147 ****** Sugar Daddy ****** by resonae Summary Seokjin is 30 and Yoongi is 17. Notes When stuck, write smut. Seokjin hates it when Yoongi smokes before or during or after their fuck, so Yoongi does it every time. He likes the way Seokjin’s eyebrows twitch when Yoongi lights the cigarette, likes the way he frowns when Yoongi blows the smoke his way, and even likes the way Seokjin tries to pretend nothing’s wrong.   Seokjin is 30 and Yoongi is 17.   Most sugar daddies, Yoongi thinks, fuck their toys. But their relationship is weird, because Yoongi fucks Seokjin, is the smoker and drinker in the relationship, and still walks out with a wad of bills in his pocket at the end of the day. Seokjin is sweet, but not unrealistic.   “I told you not to smoke.” Seokjin sighs, catching Yoongi on the balcony after he showers. Yoongi likes Seokjin like this: freshly showered, his cologne all washed off, looking younger than his actual age. Seokjin isn’t Yoongi’s first sugar daddy, and while Yoongi’s always topped all these businessmen, slid their suit jackets off their shoulders, Seokjin is a little different. Yoongi’s always liked having the upper hand over the high, elite businessmen who wore crisp suits. Seokjin has a high position in the company he works at, which is why Yoongi targeted Seokjin to begin with. But Seokjin is sweet, sweeter than anyone Yoongi's ever been with and Yoongi likes that.   “I know,” Yoongi smirks, rubbing out the cigarette. “You got a nonsmoking room. Did you think that was actually going to stop me?”   Seokjin’s taller than he is. Broader, too. But that doesn’t actually faze Yoongi. He tugs Seokjin so he’s sitting on the bed, shower gown just slightly open, and grabs a fistful of dark brown hair to tilt Seokjin’s head back. He kisses Seokjin roughly, and Seokjin’s hands come up to rest on his shoulders. “It should have,” Seokjin scowls, when they part. Seokjin may be nice, but he’s no pushover. Yoongi likes that about him.   Yoongi snickers and pushes Seokjin back on the bed. “I didn’t bring a condom today,” Yoongi grins.   “Well, I did.”   “No, I want to fuck you without one.”   Seokjin looks at him for a long while. They’re both clean, and Yoongi knows this because Seokjin personally took Yoongi to get checked. Seokjin had smiled at the nurse, pushed his lips into a pout and complained about how his nephew was such a pain in the ass, having sex with girls without protection and how his sister sent him to get his nephew checked up. And while he was there, he might as well get one, too, because why not?   The nurses had fallen for it, and Yoongi thinks that’s mostly because when people think of sugar daddies, they’re fat old people, not people like Seokjin. Either way, they’ve tested clean, and Yoongi hasn’t had sex with anyone else. He knows Seokjin hasn’t either, but he’s never fucked Seokjin bareback. “Have you done it before?”   Seokjin gives him a look. “Of course I have. I’m thirty, you know.”   “And getting fucked by a 17 year old.” Yoongi smirks, undoing the robe easily and rubbing his hands on Seokjin’s skin. He presses his lips to Seokjin’s and grinds their hips together. Seokjin groans throatily in response, pushing back up. Yoongi sucks on his collarbone, leaving a dark red mark where no one will see because Seokjin wears his shirts buttoned all the way up to the collar. He smirks, pressing his finger down onto the mark, and sucks a trail of hickies down to Seokjin’s navel. “Lube,” he demands, and Seokjin groans.   “I told you to make sure you have it before we start,” Seokjin grumbles, but he flips over anyway to reach into Yoongi’s bag and dig out the container. “… Why did you bring so much?”   Yoongi shrugs. “I got my reasons.”   “I have work tomorrow.” Seokjin’s eyes narrow even as he hands Yoongi the container. Yoongi scoops the lubricant onto his fingers and shoves his index finger into Seokjin.   “I’m aware.” He grins, but one finger isn’t enough to really throw Seokjin off. The lack of reaction isn’t exactly enough to throw Yoongi off, either, and he mouths a line down Seokjin’s thigh. “I wonder how many people think about fucking you? I bet you’ve got a bunch of people who work for you who fantasize about just bending you over the desk and pounding you into it.” He pushes another finger in.   Seokjin smirks at him. “Doesn’t sound too different from you.” There’s a flush starting in his cheeks now and Yoongi just smirks back, lazily fingering Seokjin and pushing his legs open wider.   “The difference is,” he drawls, hooking his fingers to jab straight at Seokjin’s prostate, “that I do get to fuck you into the desk if I want to.” Seokjin doesn’t respond, just pushes back onto Yoongi’s fingers, and Yoongi smirks. “I want you on your hands and knees.”   Seokjin complies easily, long legs carefully working to turn onto his hands and knees without hitting Yoongi and clenching down to keep Yoongi’s fingers in himself. He whines, stretching like a fox and arching his back while Yoongi scissors in and out. “You’re such a fucking slut,” Yoongi whispers, and Seokjin laughs. “You like being fucked by a 17 year old?”   “Yeah,” Seokjin’s breathless, but he’s laughing. “Fuck, you’re so good.”   Yoongi smirks, slapping Seokjin’s ass hard enough for him to clench around Yoongi’s fingers and cry out in surprise. “I know.” He squeezes more lube onto his fingers and into the crack of Seokjin’s ass, scooping it up with three fingers and squeezing them inside. Seokjin just mewls and takes it, thighs trembling when Yoongi spreads his three fingers wide, pressing them along Seokjin’s inner walls. He’s fucked Seokjin enough times to know three doesn’t even hurt for Seokjin. He presses a kiss onto the bottom of Seokjin’s spine, scooping up the lube that’s dribbling out of him, and slowly, gently, presses in a fourth finger.   Seokjin’s body tenses and he looks back. He looks surprised, but not that alarmed. “Is that why you brought an entire fucking tub of lubricant today,” Seokjin hisses, eyes narrowing. It’s not a question, just a statement, and both of them know the answer.   “Yes?” Yoongi smirks. He reaches for the lube again and scoops more out. They’ve never quite done this before and Seokjin’s tight around him. Yoongi imagines it must burn, at least a little.   Seokjin lets his face fall back into the pillow he was hugging. “Go slow,” is all he says. Yoongi snickers at that and carefully tries twisting his fingers, turning them slowly. Seokjin whimpers a little, but pushes back onto his fingers, so Yoongi doesn’t pull out. He bites into an asscheek, and Seokjin reaches back to smack his head, but Yoongi laughs and just does it again, digging his teeth deep enough to leave marks but not actually break skin. He works Seokjin open slowly, reaching up with his other hand to pump Seokjin’s cock (harder than ever, Yoongi notices with amusement) and pressing his fingers onto Seokjin’s prostate. Seokjin’s shaking, but he’s moaning and he whispers, “Oh god, Yoongi, don’t stop.”   Yoongi smirks at that. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he laughs. “You like having my fingers up your ass? You like being shoved full of me? Fuck, I need to take a picture of this. Your hole’s stretched so tight around me.” He reaches the hand that had been milking Seokjin’s cock up to trace around the taut ring, laughing when it makes Seokjin shudder. “You think I should do that? Send it to the police and get you arrested?"   Seokjin looks back at him, grinning impishly. “But then who’s going to pay for all your expensive headphones?”   “Oh, I could find another ahjussi that wants me to fuck them who’d pay for it.” Yoongi snickers, and he bites down on Seokjin’s ass again. “But thankfully for you, your hole’s the best I’ve had ever.” He kisses the bite mark and smiles against it as he pushes his four fingers down to their knuckles, spreading them wide to spread Seokjin open and Seokjin just lets out the sexiest whine he’s ever heard. “And that. You make good noises.”   “I’m not an ahjussi,” Seokjin mumbles into his pillow, but his sentence breaks off when Yoongi slips his fingers out and then pushes them thickly in again. It’s a while until Seokjin can comfortably take all four in, but Yoongi’s patient. He scoops out a ton of lube to rub around his fingers, tucks his thumb as closely to his palm as he can, and slowly, slowly pushes his hand in. Seokjin whimpers, and Yoongi stops. “Should I stop?”   “I hate you,” Seokjin sobs a little, and then shakes his head. “No, fuck, don’t stop, I want it.”   Yoongi smirks and presses his lips to the dip of Seokjin’s spine, slowly pressing his hand in, careful with the widest part of his hand. He finds his own breathing’s a little labored when Seokjin finally does take in all of his hand. He’s fisted other people before, but the way Seokjin’s back is arched, the way he’s whimpering, and just everything about the situation makes him more aroused than he’s ever felt before. “You like that?” Yoongi whispers, rising so he can press himself flush to Seokjin’s back. He pulls out slowly, catching his fingers on Seokjin’s rim and making his back toss, and pushes slowly back in. The lube squelches obscenely and Yoongi bites at Seokjin’s ear before coming back to kneel behind him, adding more lube to ease the process. “How do you feel?”   “Full,” Seokjin gasps, hands clutching the sheets below him. His back is soaked in a sheen of sweat, and Yoongi rubs the insides of his thighs, noticing Seokjin’s cock hasn’t wilted even a little. Smirking, he bites hard into Seokjin’s thigh, making Seokjin cry out and clamp hard down onto his fist.   “Hey,” Yoongi smacks Seokjin’s ass. “You’re gonna cut my hand off.”   “Stop being an ass, then,” Seokjin manages to snap, even though he’s breathless. “Fuuuuck,” he groans, when Yoongi grinds his knuckles into Seokjin’s prostate. His back bucks up again and Yoongi smirks, carefully working his hand in and out. Seokjin’s loose enough now for him to actually move, and Yoongi presses hard down onto Seokjin’s prostate each and every time he pushes in until Seokjin is a quivering mess, crying as his cock drips onto the sheets below them.   “Coming from just being fisted? I touched your cock like once.” Yoongi smirks, pulling his hand out and wiping his hands on the sheets. Seokjin collapses, tremors wrecking his entire body as he tries to regain his senses. Yoongi reaches down to his bag while Seokjin’s busy trying to reorient himself and grins, making sure Seokjin doesn’t see what he’s pulling out.   “What the fu-“ Seokjin cries, when he feels something cold press against him, and then start vibrating. He twists to glare at Yoongi. “How the hell did you get your hands on a vibrator? They don’t sell sex toys to underage kids.”   “Oh, please,” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “We all have our ways.” He snickers. “Tighten up. You’re a bit loose down here.” It’s a pretty small bullet vibrator, but the way it buzzes around in Yoongi’s hand is vicious. He presses it inside Seokjin and Seokjin groans when Yoongi presses it hard against his prostate. Yoongi leaves it there, pulling his fingers out and slapping Seokjin’s ass again. “Sit up.”   Seokin does, even though Yoongi has to help him a little. “Please don’t tell me you bought this with the money I give you.”   “Hey, it’s being used for good things.”   “How is a vibrator a good thing?” Seokjin’s eyes narrow, and he shifts to try to deal with the vibrator buzzing inside him.   Yoongi smirks and pulls Seokjin into a messy kiss. He pushes Seokjin’s head down to his pants, where his cock is pretty much leaking through the fabric. It’s then that Seokjin notices that he’s naked and Yoongi hasn’t taken a single thing off. He glares and unbuckles Yoongi’s pants and slips it off of him, and mouths wetly at the front of Yoongi’s boxers before slipping those down and taking the head of Yoongi’s cock in his mouth. “See, now you can blow me and have something shoved up your slutty ass at the same time. I thought about getting one of those really big ones, but, hey, I have a pretty big cock, right?”   Seokjin grazes his teeth against Yoongi’s cock in reply, glaring up at him, but Seokjin gives good blowjobs, so Yoongi’s not complaining. He grins down at Seokjin as Seokjin sucks, his cheeks hollowing and lips stretched around his cock. He reaches lazily for the controller to the vibrator and kicks it up a setting higher, and Seokjin’s grip on his thighs tighten for a second. Yoongi grips into Seokjin’s hair, pulling just on the verge of painful and rocking his hips up to fuck into Seokjin’s mouth. “Relax your throat, babe.”   Seokjin lets Yoongi’s cock slip out of his mouth with a wet squelch. “Don’t call me babe. I’m 13 years older than you.”   “All right, then, ahjussi.” Yoongi snickers, urging Seokjin back down to swallow his cock again. “Relax your throat so I can fuck it.” Seokjin glares, but he lets his mouth fall open. Yoongi learned Seokjin could deepthroat the second time they fucked, and he’s been making Seokjin do it every single time. Seokjin eyes slide shut as he takes Yoongi in all the way to the bottom. Yoongi groans and bucks his hips up, and Seokjin doesn’t protest when Yoongi starts rolling his hips up, fucking into the wet heat. “Fuck, fuck,” Yoongi hisses, gripping hard into Seokjin’s hair and he groans loudly as he comes, dragging Seokjin’s mouth down as he shoots his load into the back of Seokjin’s throat. Seokjin swallows, grinning lazily around Yoongi’s cock as his throat milks Yoongi through the aftershocks of orgasm.   Seokjin slips his mouth off, licking his lips and patting Yoongi’s thigh. “Ah, to be young again. You come so quick.” He wraps his long fingers around Yoongi’s cock and carefully stroks it, mindful of how sensitive Yoongi is right after his orgasm. “And look, springing back to life again.”   “Big talk coming from a guy who came with a fist up his ass,” Yoongi growls, grabbing a fistful of Seokjin’s hair. “Who still has a vibrator shoved up his ass and just drank all my come.”   Seokjin smiles lazily at him. “Didn’t come as fast, though.” He licks his lips. “Tasted good, too.”   “Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you now.” Yoongi hisses and pushes Seokin onto his back. Seokjin’s incredibly flexible at the waist and Yoongi can bend him over in half, throwing his legs wide and up and over Yoongi’s shoulders.   “Wait, the vibrator-“   “Not taking it out,” Yoongi grins, pushing his cock inside. He meets pretty much no resistance, no doubt the result of the fisting Seokjin’s had just a few minutes ago, and Seokjin groans throatily, throwing his head back. It’s not Yoongi’s first time fucking someone bareback, but it’s his first time fucking Seokjin bareback, and it feels so fucking good, Seokjin’s hot insides squeezing down onto his naked cock.   The vibrator pushes in deeper as Yoongi pushes in, and Yoongi sets it on maximum before he starts to move. It feels weird, nudging against the head of Yoongi’s cock every time Yoongi pushes fully in, but it feels weirdly good.   Seokjin starts moaning, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching at Yoongi’s arms. Yoongi kisses him – Seokjin likes making out when Yoongi fucks into him, and Yoongi’ll gladly oblige, especially since it makes Seokjin smile stupidly and nuzzle into Yoongi’s shoulder like he’s younger than Yoongi. “Feels weird,” Seokjin whispers.   “The vibrator?”   “Yeah..” Seokjin sighs, whining lightly as Yoongi shifts his angle to fuck deeper inside.   “Should I take it out?” Yoongi stops moving for a moment, but Seokjin shakes his head and Yoongi smirks. “Fuck, just the biggest whore, aren’t you. You like having things shoved up your ass?” He grins down at Seokjin. “Hey, daddy,” he whispers, “wanna ride me?”   Seokjin grins up at him, pushing Yoongi down onto his back. Seokjin doesn’t bother taking the vibrator out as he sinks down on Yoongi’s cock, sighing loudly and bracing his hands on Yoongi’s stomach. Yoongi guides him for the first few strokes, but then Seokjin’s bouncing on his cock by himself soon enough, head bowed and mouth hanging slightly open as he shakes his hips. “Yoongi,” Seokjin smiles with hooded eyes, licking his bright red lips. “I feel so full.”   Yoongi smirks and reaches up to nibble at Seokjin’s cheek. “Yeah?” He reaches around and spreads Seokjin’s ass wide, gripping each globe of flesh hard. He wants to leave finger-shaped bruises on them, wants to leave Seokjin sore every time he sits down in a chair tomorrow, just so Seokjin knows that he may be paying Yoongi every time they fuck, but Yoongi owns him.   With a growl, he pushes Seokjin back onto his back, setting a rapid pace for him to pound Seokjin into the bed. Seokjin’s laughter melts into breathless gasps as Yoongi finds the bundle of nerves expertly and starts pounding into it like his life depends on it. Yoongi comes first, like he always does, even though he’s just come from Seokjin’s blowjob. “Hnngh,” Seokjin whines, twisting his waist. “Feels weird.”   Yoongi snickers. “Hey, ahjussi, just admit it. You’re actually a whore, aren’t you? You got up to where you are because you sucked cock, or something?”   Seokjin doesn’t take offense – he just laughs. “Just for my boytoy.” His expression is coy, and Yoongi just laughs, kissing him again as he pulls out. He pushes three fingers in easily and fingers Seokjin until he’s coming again without a touch to his cock.   Yoongi pushes Seokjin’s legs apart, pressing his lips to the inside of Seokjin’s knee. “This is why I wanted to come inside.” He grins, pressing his index finger. Seokjin’s leaking semen down onto his thighs, and Seokjin rolls his eyes, complaining at how sticky and gross it’s going to get soon. “Hey, no worries. I’ll clean you up. I take good care of my daddy.” He smirks when Seokjin rolls his eyes again. “Hey, I got you something else, too.”   “I don’t give you money so you can buy sex toys to fuck me with, you know,” Seokjin complains, but he watches Yoongi curiously as Yoongi opens the front zipper of his bag. Yoongi takes out a plug – it’s fairly big, flared at the bottom, and Seokjin gives him a look. “You know, when I told you that I had work, I meant you should listen with the head on your shoulders, not the one between your legs.” Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!