sugar daddy || liskook

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This is the preview of my new story, 'Sugar daddy' which includes real struggles and real-life events that do happen to a Sugar baby. Though most of the story is completely fictional (ish) this book will be smut-heavy and it includes A LOT of kinks and fetishes. If you're not comfortable with that, this fic is not for you.

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The lights are uncomfortable, the music is repetitive and the air smells like a terrible combination of vomit and sex. It's almost as disturbing as the way the loud bass makes his Adam's apple feel like it's doing flip flops in the hollow of his throat.

Jeon Jungkook hates clubs, but the alcohol calls his name every time.

He sits on the couch, legs apart from each other and sips some of his rum and coke. Bottles upon bottles are on the table, girls he didn't care about lingered around him and his friends. An annoying brunette has been clinging to his arm for quite some time now—he doesn't know her name but the way her tits bounce whenever she moves is breath-taking.

She's a pretty-enough girl, someone he'd hit and then quit, but a 'hey again, stranger' is bitten into the sensitive spot of his ear and Jungkook shivers without meaning to. His gaze slowly trails up from her breasts to her slender neck and finally, to the side of her face and he quirk his lips at what he sees. She leans in and glides her lips on his skin, her fingers feather skilfully on his chest. He turns to the side and catches mesmerizing hazel eyes and a pair of blood-stained lips and suddenly he remembers the night they shared two weeks ago at the hotel. He remembers how she moulded against him, how she clawed his back and how she bit his neck, pulling his hair whenever he'd hit a sensitive spot.

Jungkook gives her another do-over and empties his cup, onyx eyes boring into her hazel ones. They share a moment and he leans in to fulfill his desire but she pulls away and teases him with a sinful smirk. He arches an elegant eyebrow as she stands up and twist and sway her hips that would drive men like him wild. He still doesn't know her name but the way she looks at him promises everything dangerous and worthwhile. It might be the way the dress glued to her body like second skin, or the way her ass shakes at every jerk, however the alcohol in his blood is tingling with want and need.

He stands up from the couch and presses his body against hers, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla she gives off.

"Shall we go somewhere else, Mr?"

Her voice reminds him of candy apples; sugary-sweet, good enough to eat, and Jungkook wants to hear her scream his name more than anything.

"What's your name?"

Jungkook watches the way her maroon lips curve up into a smile and he swears it was the most sinful thing he has ever seen.

"Call me Kitten."

His skin burns with anticipation at the underlying  message and he offers her a promising smirk of his own. He tilts his head, clasp her fingers with his and lead them out of the club.

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Author's note: what do you think? Will yall be interested in reading something much more mature? Comment down your thoughts :)