Sugar Daddy | Johnil

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Taeil was now seated in a very expensive restaurant, he assumed, and was cladded in a full dark gray suit and same color dress shoes with his hair in the same hairstyle he wore a couple nights back when Youngho brought him to their first 'failed' venue. This was their fourth time out. The brand suit he was wearing was manufactured by the CEO's company and if he is being honest with himself, he could understand why it was so expensive. The material neatly fitted his body, the quality of the fabric was astonishing and anyone could tell it was well refined by the touch and appearance, the color was satisfying to look at and just everything about it was A grade, 100% great quality.

The shorter male was still a little shaken up at how furious the CEO looked and being shouted at with so much anger intent and he intended to not let that happen again. However, he still wanted to know what Youngho meant by him being his. He knows this is an arrangement and all, but he wasn't bought per say, he'd rather call it rented for a short period, but would that still classify him as the CEO's temporary property?

Youngho was engaged in a business conversation with a man on the other side of the table they were seated at, and the gentle man had his wife with him, right beside him. All she did was smile and blink like a fucking scratched dvd record. Taeil rolled his eyes mentally so much time that he's developing a headache the amount of time his eyes did a world tour in his brain.

He just sat there and said nothing, for almost four hours now, with his hands now holding the knife and fork to slice the medium rare steak he has been staring at for a good while now, and placing a small piece in his mouth, moaning a little at the taste. Maybe having a sugar daddy wasn't so bad.

"So who is this young man here? I know he isn't the one you brought the last time." Even though Youngho's expressions were always passive, Taeil could tell the atmosphere changed for the worst. He paused his chewing to glimpse sideways at Youngho but immediately let his gazed rest back on his plate and ministration of the juicy meat when he heard a slight huff.

"My partner." And Taeil choked on his steak, coughing a little to get the non air particles out of his trachea so he could breathe properly. His what? Youngho didn't even look at him while he choked on a chuck of meat, just sitting there now drinking what's left of his glass of red wine. 'I hope you choke on the goddamn wine.' Taeil thought as the other male there handed him a glass of his water that he didn't drink and the shorter mumbled a thank you after not dying.

"Are you okay?" The gentleman asked and Taeil nodded but the kind man didn't see that he was nodding a yes so he spoke up for the first time that night, when the man repeated what he asked seemingly concerned,

"I'm okay now." And he visibly froze. Biting his lip, he gazed to the side yet again to look at Youngho but he got no reactions from him, which was expected. He looked unfazed by the whole ordeal. Taeil cleared his throat as the gentleman, Mr. Park, continued on with the conversation, now, including Taeil into it and he knew he was in trouble.

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"It was really fun tonight Mr. Seo. It went really well compared to last time. You should take Taeil with you when we arrange a meeting again." Mr. Park smiled genuinely at Taeil after shaking their hands firmly. The younger male smiled a the kind gesture of the elderly man and nodded because he has done enough talking for the night.

"Drive safely Mr. Park." Turning to the said man's wife he bows at her and she did nothing but smile and it annoyed Taeil so much. He thought that if a truck was to run right in the restaurant right now and a giraffe came and took Mr. Park away she'd still look the same. Like a called back manufactured plastic doll gone wrong. Was that how Youngho wanted him? He doesn't even want to think about it.

Mr Park and his wife left before Youngho escorted Taeil back to his car, getting in himself and driving off to what Taeil presume is his apartment. He sat there, buckled up with his hand on his lap, caressing the fabric just waiting to be shouted at. He, however, can't help to think how Youngho hasn't smiled since the day he laid eyes on him and not even when they were in the restaurant with a well established business man did he even crack a small lift of the lip. When jokes were made only Taeil and Mr. Park laughed, even the malfunctioning robot laughed a little.

Taeil was now looking out through his window and after being rode around for thirty-eight minutes, he knew they weren't going to his apartment. It was sometime after ten in the night and he had an early lecture the next day, Youngho knew that because he had to send him his college schedule, so he doesn't understand where they were going. He wanted to ask but he refrained from doing so when he turned to look at the latter and he was staring at him being that they were at a stop light. Taeil instantly turned away from the piercing gaze, shifting his body slightly so he couldn't seeing his flushed face.

'Why does he have to look so good looking.'

After another thirty minutes, they were driving into a massive flower themed, metal, two way gate. Security guards were at the front and Taeil sat up from his slouching position to gawn at his surroundings. Where was he?

"Night Mr. Seo." And Youngho nodded at him as he drove through, the gates closing behind him. Taeil had the cutest little expression on he face, mouth slightly agaped, as he pressed his hand against the window to gaze at the artificial lighting scenery, appreciating how ethereal everything seemed right up to the massive house that was not quite a mansion but was just breathtakingly beautiful.

Without thinking he whispers, "Where is this..?" and Youngho pulled up to the front of the house, parked and got out throwing the keys to one of his workers who catched it and walked over to it getting in after Taeil got out following Youngho like a lost puppy and keeping his distance.

The door was opened for him and a woman worker there, his maid, bowed and left as soon as the CEO got in. Taeil wasn't quite sure what to do so he just followed. Taking off his shoes at the door; like his sugar daddy. Hanging his jacket on the rack; like his sugar daddy. Even checking the time on his wrist that had no watch; like his sugar daddy.

He decided that he has had enough of the silent treatment went Youngho told him to wait in the huge living room; to be honesty everything there was massive, "Where am I and why am I here?"

"You're at my second house. Why you're here, you will know soon." And he disappeared. Taeil paced around in the living room thinking the worst of scenarios. 'Is he gonna kill me?' 'Is he gonna give me up as a sacrifice?' 'Shit, is he gonna use me in a ritual? I know I'm beautiful but--'

His thoughts were cut short when he saw Youngho walking back into the living ten minutes later, two top dress shirt buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up exposing his smooth abundance of visible vein arms, gelled back hair now free to breath defining what Taeil would say is sexy. Taeil looked away when the CEO walked up to him and sat before him on the edge of his sectional beige sofa. It was funny how his home screamed warmness and Seo was the opposite of it. Maybe it was a calming regimen.

"Over my knee." Taeil looked down at Youngho quizzically. What?

"W-what?" He mumbles out with a slightly shaky voice,

"I said. Bend. Over. My. Knee." Youngho says with finalty and all Taeil did was stood before him, unmoving from his position, eyes staring wildly at the taller male.

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"If I repeat myself, you won't like it. Disobedient boys, deserve punishment."

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I wanted to say this before i go further  down into the story in case persons didn't read the tags.
This is a Mpreg story and i know not everyone reads these so i wanted to post it here in case anyone missed it.

Updated today because i can and i'm not drowning in my studies. Hope you enjoy😚

Also I wanted show how  serious Johnny is when he makes a command and it's not followed, whether it went well or not.