sugar daddy || liskook

|mister jeon|

The morning that comes after is a cloudy grey, the kind that makes the sky looks dark and bleak and eerie—rain clouds comes by the dozen, the thunder could even be heard from a distance. All of her windows are closed shut, and as Lisa wakes up from her half-sleepy state, she can hear the wind whistling harshly to and fro; the mere thought brings the goose bumps to her skin. The brunette loves the gloomy weather, but not a suffering Monday when she has to get up from the comfort of her bed and get ready to meet her impending doom and the bane of her existence—in other, better words; Professor Kyungsoo from her L&J class.

It's only the first month of their second semester and she's already having major problems with one of her professors. It's not as if he's singling her out or purposely failing her out of spite—nothing of the sort—though he does have a galling habit of sneering down at her at every given chance, even if she answers all of his questions correctly. And if she doesn't or misses—god help her—he'll make one of his many sarcastic, dry comments and passes it off as 'educational, helpful motivation' even though it's nothing more than a blatant mockery. In short, Kyungsoo is an insufferable, little bitch and she doesn't want to deal with him when she feels like her head is pounding at every second and her eyes water at every blink, and her stomach feels like she has swallowed a gallon of acid.

She has never liked cocaine hangovers, anyway.

Not to mention the unsatisfying night with her regular; the mysterious Mister Jeon, as he tells her to call him. Her heartbeat immediately fastens at the thought of him, when the sinful memory of his delicious lips on her neck and his rough fingers in her pussy captures her mind, she can the still feel the heat gathering in between her legs as she rubs her thighs together feverishly. Her fingers are already travelling from her hardened nipple down to her throbbing core, but before she could even think of finding release—his warning words, 'Don't touch yourself before Saturday, or this will be over,' haunts clearly in her head. She buries her face into her pillow and let out a frustrated cry.

She was so close last night but... Ugh, why does she have to listen to him anyway? She could just end her misery and finish the deed right now. Mr. Jeon might be—is—good with what he does but it's so rude to keep a girl waiting—maybe she should just call one of her booty calls tonight and finish what he started. It's easy to get herself off, but she wants a good fuck and she wants it soon; Saturday is in another four days, she can't possibly wait for something that has no confirmation. She doesn't know who Mister Jeon is, other than the fact that they've fucked twice; the first time happened at a hotel, when she was drunk and drugged and, well, other things... Even though Lisa didn't have a clear memory of what actually happened—she was working at the club and she thinks he approached her (or was it the other way 'round?) but nevertheless, she's sure it was as amazing as the second time.

The second time was much, much clearer. She was out clubbing with Jennie when one of her many Sugar dads—it was a very tall, pretty man with greyish hair and dazzling brown eyes—call them up to his table. Lisa didn't want to go, but she was told by Jennie that he bought her a pretty Gucci bracelet not too long ago and she sorta owed him one for that. However, never did she imagine Jennie's sugar daddy (Jennie might have mentioned his name, but Lisa's mind is too fucked to function properly right now) would be acquaintances with Mister Jeon. Of course she jumped at the opportunity to sleep with him again, Lisa didn't know what woman wouldn't.

She was surprised at first; he was slow and rough and fast and dangerous and domineering altogether, but the alcohol in her was telling her it felt good and it gave her the confidence to follow through with his harsh demands. He told her he'll find her sometime last week, but Lisa didn't hold him to that—she never does. His clothes, his watch, his shoes... Even his undershirt looks expensive; even though Lisa didn't look like it, she has enough common sense in her bones to know he's an important person. And filthy rich. Furthermore, he's friends with Jennie's sugar daddy too, and by the amount of money and expensive bags and cars he showers her friend with... Mister Jeon has to be around the same level as him.