Thread by @WriteMeYuna

VP AU: Those Lips Taste Like The Finest Cherries, BabyDoll

Pete and Kinn have business marriage. Kinn is openly cheating on Pete, making others laugh at him behind his back. Pete asks Vegas for help in revenge.

#vegaspete #vegaspeteau #buildjakapan #biblewichapas #biblebuild

Pete is in unhappy marriage with Kinn, which was forcefully taken because of a business deal. His husband is constantly cheating on him with his lover, Porsche, making Pete a laughingstock of the town, until Pete decides to fight back and show who truly is a boss here.

Pete asks his friend, Vegas, to fake relationship, but by it, he brings back an old story of their drunken, filled with sex, night. 'Pretending' soon changes into uncontrollable, burning them passion.

What will Pete choose, his feelings or fortune?

But then someone dies...

TAGS: unhappy marriage; business marriage; cheating but not VP; Kinn is jealous and obsessed; Pete and Vegas are friends; Pete and Vegas had one night stand in the past; angst; smut; tragic; de@th but not vp; brutal; toxic; happy ending; mind games; bullying; saved by knight;

The story will be updated every FRIDAY!

I have no idea how long it will last, I just got this story suddenly, and it can't leave my head. Please bear with me and forgive me for a week long update🙏

Let's begin:

#vegaspete #vegaspeteau #buildjakapan #biblewichapas #biblebuild

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Constant moans and grunts echoed through the adjoining bedroom, giving the man in it, dressed only in comfortable silk trousers, strong migraine. Slender hand reached tense temples, massaging the callused places, which, with louder squeaky moan, throbbed again with pain.

Tired and angry, brunet sighed loudly, staring without blinking at his unhappy reflection in the mirror. Pete Theerapanyakul, husband of one of the richest men in Thailand, once again considered the decisions he had made in life, especially those regarding the ring on his finger.

"Remember, you're doing this for parents. You're saving their asses, just think about it, nothing else," Pete whispered to himself, rolling his eyes as the sounds of his husband's quick orgasm filled the air. "How is it possible to sound so unsexy while coming? For fucjs sake!"

Sleepy, Pete got up, walked down the hall and, feeling the coolness of the floor under bare feet, ran downstairs towards the kitchen. Whistling, man pulled an orange juice out of the fridge, taking a good sip from the container, happy to feel sweet taste spread across his palate.

"Just what I needed, sugar," a small chuckle slipped from plump lips when Pete sighed happily.

For a quick moment humor came back to brunet but when Pete turned, to go back to his room, he found himself face to face with the man who sucked his pathetic husband's cock this night.

"Pete," a cheeky smile stretched still-glossy lips as Porsche leaned against the doorframe, glaring at the brunet.

"Boytoy number 1," the man replied, taking another long gulp.

Anger spread across the face of the newcomer, but the grimace quickly turned into an insincere smirk.

"Jealous? Because Kinn doesn't touch you?"

An unstoppable giggle escaped Pete's lips, but he quickly covered his mouth, trying to calm down while putting the juice in the fridge.

Just the thought of him being jealous made him chuckle out loud until the tears started to drop.

"You think I'd let him touch me? Don't make me laugh," Pete said, shaking his head in disbelief, trying to hide his smile again. "You know what, Porsche? You can fuck him all you want, but you'll never be his husband. Isn't that funny? How low your position is, comparing to me?"

A blood-red flush spread across Porsche's taut face, but before he could answer, Pete left the kitchen, calmly, head held high, when coming back to the bedroom.

Such a small win, if he could even call it as one, but for Pete it meant more than he wanted to admit out loud.

There was silence for a moment when Pete stood in the center of room, eyes closed, savoring the moment of peace, soon broken again by moans, this time louder, probably in an attempt to show brunet his place, and while Pete wasn't jealous, he resented what his life was like now.

From the day when Kinn was caught in an elevator of his company with one of his fucktoys giving him a blowjob, Pete became the laughing stock of the society, and while he cared little about the holes Kinn was filling, his image suffered and with that, his pride and family name.

For months, brunet had endured laughter and backbiting welcoming him whenever he attended events, but he was getting fed up, as all his life Pete was teached to care about family, which he protected for a long time. The revenge plan was forming in his head like an intricate web.

Unexpectedly, the phone appeared in Pete's hand, and the dialed number flashed on the screen. The signal echoing in his ear was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Pete? Is it really you?" The slightly hoarse tone made the man's stomach muscles clench into a hard knot.

"Vegas? How good to hear from you! Could we meet? I'd like to talk to you about something..." brunet asked, biting lower lip while waiting for an answer.

"I can't wait, babydoll,"

The cute nickname he was given when they were still children, this time sounded rather sensual.

Pete shivered, feeling toes curl with each little word from Vegas. Something hot spilled inside him, going lower, until it reached now slightly hard dick, when shaky hand went to the shelf next to bed, taking out a small vibrator.

Tonight was to be fulfilling for him, too.

His best friend always had such an effect on Pete, but he learned to hide it until he was able to convince himself it is true, but now, almost a year after their last contact, Pete once again felt the fire spread under skin.

"Say more, Vi," a beg slipped from hungry mouth.

"You sound naughty, babydoll. What are you doing?" Chuckle accompanied Vegas's question.

"Nothing," whispered Pete, slightly pushing a small vibrator deeper into the hole. "Just talk to me!"

Needy tone made Vegas growl before he, immersed by tiny moans, talked about last year.

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Yeah, so, I really need opinions on this one 😅

This idea just made me the last two nights not sleep for me, and believe me, I tried so hard!

I'm lost. Should I continue it????

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Friday! Let's begin our journey 🥵

I really hope you all will enjoy it, but please remember the tags! Please be kind, english is not my first language. I apologize for all the mistakes. :)

A lot of people liked the story, I just hope you will not feel disappointed by it!

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Restaurant was deserted when a slightly late Pete ran inside, quickly smoothing his burgundy suit and checking disheveled hair. Surprised by the silence, nervous man walked uncertainly from the corridor to the main hall, looking around, surprised by the prestige of place.

Room filled with the glass and gold, decorated by chandeliers and fresh, sweet-smelling roses, looked closed, but when, after two hesitant steps, Pete entered deeper, he saw familiar figure sitting by the balcony window, staring into the distance, calmly waiting for the newcomer.

Self-confidence escaped from the brunet, like air from a punctured balloon. Although Pete's childhood friend was a deeply family man, and he recognized boy as a part of hs little circle, the long time passed without contact introduced some, hard to overcome, strangeness between.

There were times when these two slept tightly together, sharing every possible space as not only friends but also roommates. There had been times when they'd drunkenly bonded even closer, but Pete had dismissed those memories, knowing how much power they still had over him.

Now, desperate and thirsty for revenge, Pete wanted to take advantage of the return of an old friend, but when he saw familiar figure, everything that had been hidden came back. Deeply buried desires, the need to be in his life again, anger for leaving, unstoppable rage in Pete.

Well-built, dressed in a perfectly cut white suit that better showed off a strong jawline and a slight foreign-acquired tan, man turned at the sound of footsteps behind.

"Vegas…"

Something flickered in the black, ocean-deep eyes as they fell to the mouth that spoke his name.

A tingle ran across the delicate skin, forcing Pete to bite his lower lip as the intensified gaze refused to leave it.

"Vegas?" alarmed, Pete stepped closer, carefully cocking head. "You've reddened, are you okay? If you're feeling bad, we don't need to see each other today."

The sadness in the brunet's voice woke up Vegas from the trance he had fallen into and made him jump to his feet, immediately pushing the chair back before the man collapsed into it.

"Thank you," a blush spread across pale cheeks, revealing deep dimples as smile lit Pete's face.

"Always at your service," gruff, low voice filled air when Vegas, trying to calm himself, returned to his seat. "The sight of you shocked me. You are glowing, Pete. How long has it been since we last met? More than a year, I guess." Hidden under a table, hands digged into thighs.

“You left just before the wedding,” Pete reminded, wrinkling nose in displeasure. "Maybe it's for the best that you didn't have to watch this catastrophe." Helpless sigh escaped from slightly upright chest, making man sitting across wince, remembering those days before departure.

"Gossips got to me," Vegas admitted, looking past Pete to quickly wave hand at waiter. "And I didn't like it. I asked you to keep me informed if my cousin does anything."

Reproach came out of Vegas's words, but they both fell silent, allowing the waiter to lay out steaming meal.

"You also said you'd be my best man, then you disappeared at the first chance," Pete reminded with a shrug. "I don't know how you imagined our conversation at the time? 'Please, Vegas, come back, Kinn is cheating on me. You need to stop him?' He wouldn't listen to you anyway."

The impassiveness with which Pete spoke caused a range of rather negative and angry feelings to pass through the face of the man opposite.

"You could have called me," Vegas insisted, but when strangely shining, suddenly filled with tears, eyes stared at him, he fell silent.

"I did it once," hushed admission defiantly left Pete's tightly pursed lips. "Just before the wedding. There was maybe an hour left until the ceremony and I needed my friend, so I called you but you didn't pick up so I stopped thinking and now we're here... you know the rest."

Something menacing flickered in Vegas' eyes, and, avoiding Pete's gaze, he began to pick at his food hesitantly, wondering how to explain the state he was in on the day of his wedding.

Drunk and passed out, Vegas was not able to help anyone, but especially himself at that time.

The amount of alcohol Vegas had consumed the named night so as not to still or buy the next plane and come back to interrupt the wedding unceremoniously, might have filled a small lake. At least, that's how he felt.

"I was then..." the voice shook with uncertainty. "Occupied."

They both winced at the lie they heard just now, and, in the heavy silence settling on their stomachs, they began to pretend that they were eating the meals placed in front.

"This is not going as I wanted," Pete whispered, wriggling on the chair. "Maybe it was a stupid idea."

"I missed you dearly," Vegas interrupted, trying to save last strings of connection they had. "Every day, Pete, I missed your laugh. I'm here cause I want it back. Let's be friends again," plea from heart shocked brunet, who, uncertain, raised hand, imitating pinky promise sign.

Just like when there were kids, Vegas made similar gesture, and their fingers connected, spreading warmth of both bodies between each other. Spark was born from touch, being ignored by Pete, as he pretended like before that nothing happened. Vegas, on the other hand, smirked.

"Your hands are so big," slipped out from brunet, who realizing the meaning of last words, blushed, quickly taking back now tingling fingers.

"They may seem rough, sorry," innocent smile blossomed on Vegas' face when Pete became redder. "But you mentioned some plan, babydoll?"

Change of subject helped both, who were still not ready to return to the past, breathe sigh of relief and calm frayed nerves.

"Ah, yes! Plan." Pete have repeated, biting lower lip until a small drop of blood showed up, quickly wiped by burning places it touched, Vegas's thumb.

"Sorry," man said, not taking eyes of Pete's doe pupils, while bringing finger to mouth, to slowly lick redness from it. "So sweet, babydoll,"

Pete gasped, trying to fit comfortably on suddenly hard chair, while his manhood stiffened, pressing on tight pants, making him shiver.

An alarm flickered in brunet's head, the image of Vegas staring at him with pure hunger repeated itself over and over again, so it wasn't surprising that when Pete reached for the water, trying to take a long gulp, he choked instead, feeling even more embarrassed than before.

"You okey?" Calm and composed, Vegas, smiled again, looking at Pete with brow raised, but boy just nodded, taking few louder breaths. "Great, continue. With plan,"

"It's nothing special," Pete shrugged, still trying to calm down. "I just want for Kinn to feel what I feel,"

"And what do you feel, babydoll?" Vegas asked, digging nails into the thighs scared of what he will hear.

"Shame. Of my choices, of inability to get rid of him. I feel..." Pete stopped, trying to look for proper word. "Humiliated, and it's not even my kink!"

Pete snorted angrily, remembering all the insults Kinn brought at him, just because of their marriage. "So will you help me?"

"I will do so much more that help," Vegas responded, clasping their hands together. " I will free you from Kinn, baby. Just like it should be."

Something very bad, very disturbing, filled the tone of Vegas's voice, making the words sound like a threat, than the promise. Eyes, hidden in darkness of the pupils, became unreadable, bringing chills on Pete's back, who, as happy as he was with help, suddenly felt fear.

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Opinions???? What are we thinking?? Sorry for the mistakes! It is very late. 💙

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