SUMMARY : For as long as you could remember it had always been a game between you and Taeil, the game of love bites. Heâd mark you, and in return you would mark him, only it would be bigger and better than the one he had left on you, it was a competition really, on who could leave the best hickey, and this time, you were sure youâd won.
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âBehaveâ He growls, the word passing his lips for the umpteenth time tonight. As your lips suck harder on the soft skin of his neck. âBabe, youâre going to leave a mark!â He growls through his teeth as his grip on your waist grows tighter, his hips pressing you into the back of his bedroom door.
âIsnât that the point?â You giggle quietly, pulling your lips from the sensitive skin of his neck and meeting his hooded eyes.
âYouâre really pushing itâ He grunts, deep frown forming on his forehead as he gazes down on you, small smile on his lips a complete contrast to his words.
âYou know the rulesâ You breeze. âYou leave marks on me, I leave marks on youâ You shrug, arms shaking behind his neck and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. âItâs only fairâ You continue, smug smile on your lips as you attempt to justify your actions continuing to press wet kisses to his smiling lips.
âYes, and thatâs perfectly fineâ He mumbles against you as you continue to shower him in an onslaught of kisses. âJust donât leave them where the guys can see themâ He huffs before catching your lips against his, his tongue dipping into your mouth causing you to gasp aloud.
âFineâ You smirk mischievously, pulling away from his lips and pushing him backwards from your body.
You continue pushing him until he falls onto the small sofa in his room, you waste no time in climbing on top of him and settling yourself over his lap, your knees either side of his hips as your lips find the sensitive spot below his ear again. Your tongue darts out to sooth the skin before your teeth graze it earning a strangled whine to pass his lips, his hands coming up to your hips and squeezing roughly.
His beautiful whines and low moans fill your ears and make your heart swell in your chest. He continues to moan as you grind yourself harder into his lap, his length hardening beneath you, only causing you to press yourself impossibly closer to him, your own body now craving the friction and release only he can offer you.
âY/Nâ He breathes and it drives you wild. âNot my neckâ He continues causing you to smile mischievously against his neck.
Your kisses grow messier against him as your body is ignited above his. You want so badly to leave hickeys all over his neck, but heâs asked you not to, and you respect that. Unable to take anymore you pull away from him, your hands shake as you struggle against the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to rid it from his body. Without even a moments hesitation Taeil understands exactly what you want and breathlessly pulls his shirt over his head exposing his semi toned midriff to your hungry gaze.
Within a second you shower kisses down his collarbone and donât stop until youâre lips are against his chest, just above his left nipple, where you know his heart is. You kiss him there harder, sucking on his tender skin, electing delicious moans to spill from his lips as you strategically work your lips on his skin creating purple artwork against his porcelain complexion.
His head lols back against the sofa, his eyes squeezed shut as you rock your hips against his, the low moans passing his lips only causing you to press harder against his growing length. His fingers dig into your hips and press you impossibly closer to him. Once your satisfied with the bruises you pull back from his chest and admire your work.
Your cheeks flush as you stare at the mark against his skin, your heart swelling in your chest with pride. After a moment you still your hips against him causing his eyes to flutter open and meet yours for a second before casting his gaze down towards his chest. You hold your breath as you gauge his reaction, his brows knit together and his hands splay against your hips, lifting you from him. Your heart sinks to your stomach as he stands from the sofa and quickly crosses his room towards the mirror, his eyes wide as he stares at the mark you had left on his skin.
âTaeil?â You breathe, unable to hide the worry in your voice as you stand on shaky legs from the sofa.
âHow?â He chuckles, his laughter filling your heart and washing away all of your worries. âHow did you manage to make a heart shape out of love bites?â He continues to chuckle, turning from the mirror towards you, beaming smile you love so much on his lips. âTeach me how to do it!â He gushes crossing the room and pulling you into his arms and ripping your shirt over your head in one swift motion causing a giggle to escape your lips.
You knew for sure, that if you showed Taeil how to do it, he wouldnât be letting you leave until he had perfected it, but you were fine with it.
After all, you had plenty of skin for him to practice on.
SUMMARY : Jackson took great pride in all aspects of his life, from his music to his brand and even to branding you.
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The cool metal from his jewellery stings against the flesh of your ass, the blunt force of his palm against your ass cheek causes your whole body to tremble and sink deeper into the bed sheets.Â
 "Mmm, beautiful" His deep voice rumbles from behind you as his nimble fingers skim the reddening skin of your ass. "Go take a look at what daddy has done to you princess then get ready, we're still going out regardless of how sore you are." He continues, the smirk evident in his voice. "Go on" He urges, hands slipping from your ass to your waist, pulling you to your feet.
On shaky legs you stand from the satin sheets of your shared bed, your eyes slightly teary from the relentless spanking you had just received. Jackson's hands are still in your waist as he pushes you across your bedroom and brings you to a stop in front of the mirror. His hands slip from your waist and to your hips, his head coming to rest against your shoulder, his deep brown eyes blazing into yours through the reflection in the mirror. Your body looking a ghostly shade of white in comparison to the dark black suit that is fitted tight to the curves and muscles of his body.Â
 "Turn around and take a look princess" He coos, his lips quickly pressing a sloppy kiss on your neck before his hands whip you around in his embrace.Â
Now that your face to face you can clearly see the proud look in his eyes and the smirk you earlier heard in his husky voice. Before you can turn your head over your shoulder and look at the reflection of your ass in the mirror Jackson smashes his lips into yours, his tongue invading your mouth and knocking all the air from your lungs. It only takes you a second to regain yourself , before you too have your tongue buried deep in his mouth and a clump of his hair squeezed tight in your fist.Â
 "God, I love you" He mumbles into your mouth inbetween kisses before pulling away and latching onto your jaw.Â
A startled gasp escapes your lips as he forces your head over your shoulder, forcing you to gaze at your red raw ass in the reflection in the mirror.Â
 "Do you see that baby girl" He coos, fingers twitching against your jaw.Â
 "Y-yes daddy" You murmur, voice hardly more than a whisper as you stare at your glowing ass cheek.Â
"Are you sure? Take a closer look" He continues, ushering you closer to the mirror, smirk wide on his full lips.
You stumble closer to the mirror, your eyes searching his as he beams at you, encouraging you to take a look at his handy work. Jackson took great pride in many things in his life such as music, his brand and also branding you with marks of affection, whether it be love bites, scratches or bruises he loved to mark what was his, and you loved him to claim your skin.Â
Your eyes leave his and go back to your reflection in the mirror, your breath is caught in your throat as you stare at your red skin, upon closer inspection you notice a angry deep purple bruise forming in the tender skin of your cheek. It wasn't an uncommon thing, you often bruised after a spanking but this time there was something unique about the bruise, you crane your neck further and gasp aloud as you finally realise what is so different about the bruise.Â
J W mark your skin in purple bruises, his initials left on your skin from the rings that decorate his slender fingers.Â
"Now you won't be able to sit down for a week without thinking about me" He grins, reaching out to you and pulling you into his embrace. "I wasn't too harsh on you was I?" He questions, concern filling his voice and making your heart pound, his duality never failed to amaze you and only made you love him more. "No, I'm fine" You smile shyly your fingers ghosting over his name on your skin. "Thank you daddy" You continue, voice dropping an octave as you snake your hands around his neck and squeeze him tighter. "I love it" You practically purr, your fingers splaying across his hard chest, big eyes piercing his. "But I think it's your turn now" You continue, fingers slipping to his waistband and tugging against his belt.Â
 "That's enough, get ready, we still have to have dinner with your parents" He cuts you off, taking both of your wrists in one of his hand and turning you against his body again, his eyes locked in yours through the reflection in the mirror. "If you don't behave I'll have to do your other cheek, but next time I won't be so forgiving. Maybe I'll write the alphabet, who knows" He chuckles, slipping his hands from your body and turning away from you, walking deeper in t o your bedroom leaving you standing a flustered, sore, frustrated mess.Â
đ your fics are so long and nice for us, the detail and visuals are incredible. thank you for being an amazing writer. you have so much talent in your soul. xxx
I, wow, thank you so much!đŁ Iâve been taking some time off here due to some personal issues and to come back to something as sweet as this really melts my heart! Thank you so so so much, it really means a lot that you even read my stuff let alone like it!đxxx
SUMMARY : First dates always made you nervous, but everything with Shownu was different, way different.
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First dates were supposed to be awkward, right?
So why was your first date with Shownu anything but that?
He had picked you up from your house like a real gentleman, held the car door open for you as you slipped into the expensive leather and then held it open again once you had arrived at the restaurant. He took your arm in his as he lead you up the sidewalk and ushered you into the restaurant, he excused the host as he pulled your chair out for you himself. He radiated this energy that you couldnât quite put your finger on, but you liked it. You liked that he was mature and a real gent, it was a change from all the countless douchebags you have dated before now. He was kind in a way that made you swoon, gentle in a way that had butterflies in your stomach and handsome in a way that had you weak at the knees, he really was a triple threat.
âWhy did you ask me out tonight?â You question over the rim of your cocktail glass, straw idly stirring your drink as your eyes meet his. You had long finished your meals and weâre now enjoying small talk over a couple of drinks in the lounge.
âHmm, I was wondering when youâd ask this oneâ He snickers, raising his glass to his plump lips before taking a long pull. âWould you believe me if I told you Iâd rehearsed my answer for this one?â He continues to laugh, his face lighting up in a way that makes breathing difficult.
âReally?â You splutter, a high pitched giggle passing your lips in disbelief.
âNo, of course notâ He blurts, turning his body towards you, a chuckles vibrating from his chest and fanning your face. He continues to laugh, the sound settling somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach causing your giggles to grow louder. âI asked you out on a date not an interviewâ He teases, still laughing, his eyes creasing at the corners, his hand clutching his stomach.
âThereâs nothing wrong with being preparedâ You snicker, cheeks sore from smiling so wide.
âBut, if you really must know why I asked you out itâs because I think about you a lot, I have since I met you actuallyâ He smiles, tone serious as he places his glass on the small table before you. His eyes boring into yours, your breathing catching in your throat as his hand finds purchase on your thigh, fingers tracing your skin.
Your whole body is set ablaze from the simple action, your blood rushes through you, your heart pounding, deafening you with each erratic beat. Your cheeks heat, youâre sure that by now theyâre the same shade of red as your dress as his eyes bore into yours, fixing you in position. His words play over and over in your head but all your able to focus on is his large palm against your skin.
âYouâre unlike any anyone Iâve ever met beforeâ He continues, his fingers dancing over your skin, his eyes alive as he continues to stare at you.
Breathing becomes more difficult as he slips his fingers higher up your thigh, towards the hem of your dress, his eyes flash from your eyes to his hand and then back to your eyes again. You blow out a shaky breath as a shiver runs down your spine, a wave of heat crashing over your core, threatening to drown you.
âHyunwoo-â You practically moan, voice weak, your hand dropping to rest on top of his, stilling it as it continues to creep higher in your lap, his eyes meet yours and in that instant you know youâre done for.
âI think we should call a driverâ He groans, shifting slightly in his seat.
âYesâ You breathe, chest heaving as his dark eyes blaze into yours, his fingers twitching against your skin.
Before you even have time to put your brain in gear heâs up out of his seat, his hand clutching yours. You quickly knock back the rest of your drink and allow him to drag you from the lounge and through the restaurant. You pay no mind to the sidewards glances you get from diners as the pair of you race through the classy dining area. Your intentions crystal clear to everyone around you. You race towards his car, he already has they keys out of his pocket as you grow nearer, he unlocks it from the keyfob.
You waste no time with the chivalry now and scurry to the passenger side of his car, shedding your jacket as soon as you slam the door closed behind you.
âHow long did the driver say heâd be?â You pant, turning in the leather to meet Hyunwoos hooded gaze.
âTwenty min-â He grunts only to be cut off by your body crashing into his, you reach out to him, pulling his face close to yours, your lips attacking his hungrily.
âThatâs more than enough timeâ You breathe, pulling away slightly before crashing your lips into his again, elicting a groan from deep inside of him, his hands latching onto your waist pulling you closer to him.
You follow his lead and kneel in the passenger seat, bringing yourself higher in the seat giving you better access to his open mouth. Your tongue slips past his parted lips and eagerly explores the inside of his mouth, swirling around his and pressing against his teeth. He tastes like beer and pure heaven, his large hands tug at your waist and have you climbing over the centre console and into his lap without even a moments hesitation. Your head meets with the ceiling of his car and your leg is awkwardly trapped in the space between the door and the leather seat but you pay no mind to that as you continue to ravish his perfectly plump lips.
âI donât usually do stuff like this on a first dateâ You murmur against his lips as your hands splay flat across his toned chest, his muscles flexing under your fingers has your chest swelling, core heating and head spinning. âBut things are so right with youâ You groan, lips crashing into his again. âEven if theyâre not right, I still want to enjoy this tonightâ You mumble agsinst his lips when he doesnât kiss you back.
You pull back as you gaze into his eyes, panic consuming you as you struggle to read his expression. Had you gone too far this time?
âI donât know what this is but I canât wait to find outâ He smirks at your wide eyes, his hands gripping your waist tighter and pulling you closer to him, his lips hungrily crashing into yours, his lips muffled against yours as his tongue slips into your mouth.
Youâre thankful for the secluded, half empty parking lot as his hand leaves your waist and lowers the drivers seat into a flat back position. Your hands continue to explore his contoured chest, your lips not leaving his as you messily tug at the buttons of his shirt. He takes your hint and helps you to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt, your fingers tingle as they come into contact with his bare skin, a strangled groan passing his lips as your fingers feather around his nipples.
âLetâs play fair loveâ He groans, his lips leaving yours and pressing you into an upright position on his lap, his large hands gliding up the small of your back until they settle between your shoulder blades where he wastes no time in slipping the zipper of your dress wide open. âGod, youâre stunningâ He breathes, slipping the straps from your shoulders causing the material to fall from your chest and bunch at your hips.
Your cheeks flame under his hooded gaze, the way his hands ghost over your sensitive skin has you covered in goosebumps, a wave of pleasure rolls over you as you wait in anticipation for what is to come. He lays beneath you, his neck craned up to look at you, your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you hold his gaze, with a shaky breath you slip your hand behind your back and un-clasp your strapless bra, it falls into your laps silently but the action speaks louder than any words possibly couldâve.
Before you even have time to react his fingers are against your breasts, your head rolls back against your shoulders as he teases your nipples between his fingers. His length now impossibly hard against you causing you to grind your hips into his, a chorus of moans passing your parted lips. Your eyes screwed shut as he continues to tease your erect nipples. He shifts beneath you, his hand leaving your chest and skimming your skin as his fingers slip to the crotch of your sodden panties. A low groan passes his lips as he pushes the ruined material to the side, his slender fingers ghosting over your sodden core.
âDid I do this to you?â He questions smugly.
âYesâ You blurt in response, loving the way his fingers feel against you.
âHm, so wet and I have hardly touched youâ He hums, slapping your cunt with his middle and forefinger, the action sending jolts of electricity through you and causing you to cry out in pleasure and surprise. âDo you like that?â He questions, but you canât focus on his words at the moment, youâre all too aware of your gushing core, the feeling of him against you replaying over and over in your head. âAnswer meâ He hisses. âDo you like it when I slap your pussy like this?â He questions, eyes blazing into yours as he slaps his fingers against you once again.
âY-yes!â You cry out as his fingers slap against you again, you had never done anything like this before but the way it made you feel was enough to want to do this all the time.
âHmmm, you sound so pretty when you come apart under my fingersâ He smirks, slapping your cunt again and again causing you to convulse in his lap, incoherent moans passing your parted lips as he continues to send waves of pleasure rolling over you from head to toe.
âHyunwooâ You cry out, head thrown back in ecstasy as he presses a slender finger deep inside of you.
âShitâ He curses as his phone starts to ring from inside his pocket. âHang onâ He groans, slipping his hands from you completely and bucking you further down his lap as he slightly lifts his hips and pulls his phone from the front pocket of his pants. âEr-yes-okayâ He huffs, your chest still heaving as his eyes fix you into place. âOur driver will be here in a minute, maybe we should finish this back at my placeâ He sighs, raking his hand across his face, a long sigh passing his lips.
âSure, I can waitâ You smile, un-wedging your foot from between the seat and the door and scrambling him his lap. The fire in the pit of your stomach burning wildly as you try to calm yourself.
No more than a second after you have your bra and dress back on thereâs a knocking on the window, your driver was here and you were now sat in the back seat, your body slumping against Hyunwoos, your fingers caressing his inner thigh. His breathing catches in his throat as you continue to press your fingers against the material of his pants, your hand rising higher and higher until your fingers are brushing against his crotch. He sucks in a sharp breath, his head whipping towards yours, his wide eyes blazing into yours.
âI said I can wait, but can you?â You giggle grabbing his length through his pants and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. His dumbfound expression is underlying with raw lust and has you almost exploding with excitement as he kisses you back, completely unfazed by the driver who watches you in the rear view mirror.
âYouâre in for it when weâre homeâ He growls agsinst your lips before snaking his arm around you and pulling you closer to his chest.
It was at this moment you realised that Hyunwoo really was a triple threat but in a different way that you originally thought. He was dominant in a way that had you giddy, he was sexy in a way that had your thighs pressed together in anticipation and he was absolutely going to destroy you tonight and you really, really couldnât wait...
Thank you for the Wonho oneshot it was very good. My Got7 request was going to be for Youngjae anything with sex toys and semi public. Don't doubt yourself, your writing is good. Keep up the good workđ
Hi love, thank you so much for requesting once again! This was a super fun one, you can find it here !!đ
SUMMARY : Your punishment for losing the bet was to wear the love egg out for dinner, no big deal right?
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Much to Youngjaeâs satisfaction you had lost a bet last night which resulted in you having to wear the vibrating love egg for dinner with his friends tonight. His dark eyes occasionally meet yours from across the table, a smirk present on his full lips as he turns the device inside of you on. You shift in your seat, your fork falling from your grip as you pess your lips tightly together in an attempt to stifle your moan, your body coming to life, your face flushing a deep shade of pink. You swallow a moan that threatens to escape, your eyes frantically scanning the length of the table, Youngjaeâs members all chat amongst themselveâs, completely oblivious to your current state.
âEverything alright, baby?â He hums, eyes flicking up to yours as he continutes to cut his steak.
âYes- fine everything is fineâ You blurt through gritted teeth the vibrations picking up, your knuckles turning white from the way your squeezing your fork.
âYouâre very quiet tonight, itâs almost as though your minds elsewhereâ He coos, teasing you. âAre you sure youâre alright?â He continues, placing his cutlery down, hands clasped under his chin, his dark eyes on you, smile wide.
âYoungjaeâ You breathe, his name falling from your lips almost in a moan like fashion. âIâm goodâ You smile, slightly fucked out as the gentle vibrations continue to roll through you, each one sending a new wave of pleasure to your core.
âGoodâ He smirks, his hand slipping from his chin, and into his lap.
You hold your breath, your eyes not leaving his as you wait in anticipation, Youngjae loved to tease you, but he loved to take you by surprise more. You know he has the remote in his hand by the way heâs looking at you. Youâre like a deer in the headlights, heart rapidly beating in your chest, body stiff eyes glued to his.
âYou okay Y/N? You look like youâve seen a ghostâ Jackson hollers from the other end of the table causing you to blow out a breath and quickly whip your head in his direction, wide smile on your face.
âYeah?â You blurt, your voice shaking slightly as youâre all to aware of the situation. âI was just waitingâ You continue, eyes quickly darting from Jacksonâs to Youngjaeâs, challenging smile on your lips. âIâm waiting for the server, I need another drinkâ You continue to smile even as Jacksonâs eyes roll from your face towards your full glass of wine.
âOkay, sureâ He chuckles turning his attention back to his members and getting lost in conversation again.
You blow out a rushed breath as you turn in your seat to meet Youngjaeâs gaze again with your eyebrows knitted together you snatch up your wine and gulp the contents.
âYou thirsty baby?â He snickers, one hand on his beer bottle, the other still in his lap.
âCompletely parchedâ You sigh, pulling the glass from your lips for only a moment before you down the rest, eyes still wide and fixed on him.
âHmm, what do you say we get you a little more saturated?â He hums, voice low, his eyebrows dancing on his forehead.
âPleaseâ You breathe, the coil inside of you tightening, the intensity of his gaze enough to send you over the edge.
âDonât forget that you asked for thisâ He grunts causing you to gasp aloud.
You fight to regain control over your face as your breath gets caught in your throat. The vibrations between your legs intensify causing your head to spin and your palms go turn clammmy. You slam the glass back onto the table a little too harshly as another wave rocks through you, within an instance all eyes are on you. Your pink cheeks now pillarbox red, your heart threatening to beat from your chest as you meet the gaze of your party. Another wave of heat crashes into your core, a moan bubbling from inside of you, threatening to spill from your lips as the vibrations continue to intensify.
âOoh-oops!â You choke out, strangled sound passing your lips, embarrassment and pleasure coursing through you as your hands fumble to straighten the glass.
Thankfully it only takes a moment for everyone to return to their conversations and meals, you blow out a long breath and squeeze your thighs tighter together shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Your desperate need for release causing you to grow more and more uncomfortable with each passing minute. A light sweat breaks out on your forehead, the fire inside of you only growing and burning hotter and hotter, your legs are shaking, youâre dying to cry out, youâre so close and he knows that.
âWomenâs bathroomâ You whine, voice no more than a whisper and only just loud enough for Youngjae to hear. âNowâ You gush, little louder, the urgency in your voice apparent and causing him to smirk all the wider as you scramble from the table.
Your feet physically canât move any faster as you race towards the bathrooms at the back of the restaurant. Incoherent noises spill from your lips with each step you take, the vibrating bulb inside of you shifting each time your foot pounds against the floor. As soon as youâre inside the bathroom you splay your back flat against the door, your banks breaking, heat flooding your core soaking you from the inside out. A string of curse words spill from your lips followed by a low breathy moan, your hand tangling in your hair as you ride out your orgasm. The door handle jingles from behind you, pulling you from your euphoric state, embarrassment floods your veins as you become all to aware of your semi-public orgasm. The love egg inside of you finally slows itâs torturous pace before stopping completely, you blow out a sigh of relief, your whole body coming down from your high.
âItâs meâ Youngjaeâs voice faintly coos from the other side of the door.
You waste no time pulling him in to the bathroom, your fist lost in the collar of his shirt, completely ignoring the yelp that passes his lips as you shove him against the wall. Your whole body is shaking as you press your lips to his, not even allowing him to breathe as you continue to press him against the length of the wall. You hear something clatter to the floor but you pay no mind, the hand dryer turns on as his body slams into it, your hands all over him, one hand lost against his scalp the other tugging at his shirt.
âNow, itâs your turnâ You pant, your forehead pressed against his, hooded gaze meeting his wide doe eyes.
Could you do a very dominant Wonho? Like including a choking kink, degradation, and praise kink. I also have one for Got7 but I don't know if you will do Got7.
Okay itâs doneâŠItâs not great but whatevs, you can find it here, and yes love, I also write for Got7 x
SUMMARY : You knew that teasing Wonho was a bad idea, but you had gone ahead and done it anyway. So why you were surprised that he was now denying your release was beyond you, Wonho was always dominant but this was just torture.
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You had known this was coming all night, you had been expecting it ever since Wonho gave you that look and had growled those words into your ear whilst you sat across the dinner table from his parents. You knew that by teasing your fingers the length of his thigh was a bad idea but you had done it anyway. Thatâs why you had spent the rest of the evening worried about what was going to happen once you were home. You had sat as still as possible on the ride home and only spoke to him when he spoke to you. It was almost comical how those words from Wonho could shove you head first into your sub space without even so much as a warning.
âYou think that was clever, little slut? Just wait til we get homeâ
So thatâs how you ended up in your current state, wrists bound with the same satin tie he had worn this evening behind you back. Your knees sore from carpet burn as Wonho thrusts his hips into your face causing you to swallow him deeper than the last time. Tears stream down your face, a mixture of saliva and pre-come coating your chin and dripping onto your bare chest as you choke and gag on his length. His hand is lost against your scalp as he pulls at your hair moving your head where he wants so he can get a better angle of your throat as he violently thrusts in and out of you, taking your breath away each time. The sounds of his grunts, your whines and slapping skin bounce from the walls of his room as he continues to use your face.
âMaybe youâll think twice about teasing me next time?â He growls as he forces himself to the back of your throat and holds himself there leaving you gagging around him, you look up at him with teary eyes. âWhat do you think?â He chuckles darkly as he pulls himself from your mouth completely, allowing you to gulp in some much needed air through your swollen lips. âUse your words, slutâ He commands taking a fist full of your hair and yanking your head back so youâre forced to meet his gaze.
âYes. I wonât do it again!â You cry out as he painfully yanks your head back.
âYes what?â He growls, his hand slipping from your hair and wrapping around your throat, his dark eyes fixing you to the spot, your chest heaving, cheeks sore from the amount of suction you have applied to him.
âY-yes Sirâ You splutter as he loosens his grip on your throat.
âSeeâ He coos, squeezing his hand tight around your throat before removing it completely from you. âThat wasnât so hard was it?â He continues, his hand pumping at his length, eyes trained on you. âGo get on the bed, I want you face down, ass upâ He growls, latching onto your hair and pulling you to your feet by the strands.
âY-yes Sirâ You yelp as he pulls you to your feet and pushes you onto the mattress, you position your body the way he asked, your face smushed into the comforter, your ass high in the air, your bound wrists pressing into your back in an attempt to keep your balance as you arch your back, opening yourself up to him.
âWhat a perfect little slut I haveâ He chuckles darkly from behind you, your chest swelling with pride. âWhose pussy is this?â He growls, roughly pushing his forefinger into you causing a high pitched squeal to escape your lips.
âYours, Sirâ you gasp as he presses his digit further into you.
âOnly mineâ He growls, spitting on your already dripping wet core.
A shiver runs down your spine as he pumps into you, his finger curling inside of you hitting all the right spots, but it wasnât enough. You needed more of him. You were desperate.
âPlease fuck meâ You cry out, hating the sheer neediness of your voice.
Wonho always brought out this side of you. The side of you that you were almost embarrassed by, when you were like this youâd say and do things that would have you begging god for forgiveness when all was said and done.
âHm, I donât know if you deserve itâ He chuckles again, his fingers slipping from your core and ghosting over your ass cheek.
âFuck me!â You cry out, begging for him to use you how he wanted, you were desperate for him, desperate for release.
âYou asked for itâ He grunts as he slaps his palm against your ass, leaving you crying out in pure bliss, you almost choke on your tongue when he thrusts himself inside of you a wave of heat rushing to your core at the feel of him stretching you. âDonât you dare comeâ He breathes. âCome and youâll be punished, got it, slut?â He barks, taking a fistful of your hair and wrapping it around his hand, pulling your face from the comforter.
âYes Sirâ You blurt tugging at the restraints behind your back as Wonho continues to slam into you, your legs beginning to shake as he rolls his hips, grinding into the sensitive spot inside of you.
âMm, always so eager to pleaseâ He grunts as a string of curses and moans spill from your lips. âNow be a good slut and make me comeâ He grunts, letting go of your hair, his hands gripping your hips. âMaybe then Iâll think about letting you finishâ He continues, you can hear the smirk in his voice, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he hits all the right spots within you.
His grip on your hips gets tighter as you waste no time throwing yourself back into him, your back arching further as you take him deeper. You squeeze your eyes shut as you continue to bounce into him, loving the way he stretches you out, the coil inside of you winding tighter and tighter with each of his thrusts. His warning about not coming repeating itself over and over in your head as you feel yourself growing nearer and nearer your release.
âSuch a good girl, but lets see if you can take the restâ He growls, his voice slightly strained as he harshly thrusts deeper into you, his hips meeting yours, his cock pushing impossibly deep inside of you.
You cry out, your body collapsing into the mattress, his body following in suit, his chedt flush to your back, pressing you deeper into the mattress as he continues to fuck into you. Even at this slightly awkward angle he continues to thrust harder and faster into you, as you clench around him your release so close.
âYouâre such a good little slut, feel how well you take my cockâ He grunts, snaking his hand around your throat and pulling your head back into his shoulder.
Profanities pass your lips as your wrists twist against the binds, you vision is blurry and your legs begin to shake, you didnât know how much longer you could suppress your orgasm. Almost like he senses youâre close he slips out of you, leaning back onto his knees and spinning you beneath him, your fists now squashed under the weight of your back as Wonho places himself between your legs spreading you wide.
His dark eyes blaze into yours, his lips crashing down into yours, his tongue invading your mouth, his teeth clattering against yours as he continues to ravish your lips with his own. He brushes the head of his cock over your folds before he presses himself into you, burying his whole length inside of you. You moan against his lips, your hips rolling into his, the lewd sounds of your cunt and moans bounce from the walls only encouraging him all the more.
âTake itâ He grunts, one of his hands squeezing your hip the other around your throat, slightly cutting of your oxygen flow. âThatâs right. Take it like the fucking slut you areâ He barks as you splutter out broken words.
You tug at your binds wishing to be free to touch him as your eyes roll into the back of your head, stars dance across your vision as his grunts fill your ears. The only thing youâre able to focus on is the heat in the pit of your stomach, it grows hotter, with each thrust becoming more painful than the last, your orgasm threatening to pull you under at each of his movements. Youâre just about to tap out when Wonhos voice pulls you from your thoughts.
âMove. Iâm going to come all over your pretty little faceâ He barks, slightly breathless, his chest heaving as he pulls out of you and pumps his length in his hand. âQuickly.â He demands, voice strained.
You release a shaky breath, slipping from beneath him and scrambling to the floor as he gets off the bed and stands over you, pumping his length in your face. His eyes are screwed shut, his head thrown back against his shoulders as his hips move in time with his hand, bringing himself closer to his release, no more than a second later his eyes are on you now, piecing yours through hooded lids, his jaw slack as his hips stutter into his hand, his hot seed spurting from his tip and coating your face, hair and chest.
âFuckâ He breathes as his rides out his high, his shoulders squared, toned abdomen tensed and chest heaving.
âT-thank you Sirâ You fumble, tongue thick in your mouth as he finishes pumping his load onto your face.
Your body trembles beneath him as he stretches out a hand to help you to your feet. You stand on shaky legs, your thighs clenching together in anticipation of what is to come, your glossy eyes meet his serious gaze and your heart is in your throat as a smug smile works itâs way onto his plush lips.
âI donât think youâve learnt your lesson just yetâ He coos, fingers caressing your cum covered chest. His smirk grows wider as the coil inside of you only twists tighter, your chest heaving body crying out for release. âYou can wait a little longer without coming right?â He chuckles darkly, your world crumbling.
SUMMARY : You had been laid off a couple of months ago, you were desperate to find another job. So desperate that you were considering selling your organs in order to make ends meet, only Wong Yukhei had made you an offer you couldnât refuse, one which meant you didnât have to sell your organs but instead you just had to sell your body and a little bit of your pride...
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You jolt awake to the sound of your alarm, you groan both internally and externally rolling onto your back, palm rooting under your pillows for your phone. Once you have it in your palm you jab the screen multiple times til the beeping stops, your eyes struggle to open as you sink deeper into the pillows, the lavender scent of your pillows only causing your eyes to flutter closed again, your breathing becoming softer as you entertain the idea of falling back to sleep. Fatigue is just about to overcome you again when your phone buzzes in your palm, another groan slips from your lips as your eyes squint at the display.
'Interview @ Wong Industries / 09:30â
Your eyes widen instantly, body jolting to life as you wrestle the thick feather comforter from your body, scrambling to your feet and dashing into the bathroom.
No more than thirty minutes later youâre in front of your mirror pulling your hair into a braid and putting on your makeup. You take one final glance in the mirror, tugging on the hem of your blazer and straightening out your skirt, you had been waiting for this interview for months and you wanted everything to be perfect, this was your fourth interview this week, finding a job was proving more difficult than you imagined, this was your last hope. Blowing out a steadying breath you slip on your heeled black pumps and snatch up your purse from the edge of your bed, you unplug your phone from the bedside table and head out of your room.
You drop your phone into your purse and pull your car keys out heading deeper into your two bedroom, nineteenth floor apartment, once in the kitchen you snatch up your portfolio from the counter top and cast your eyes out of the window, thanking whatever gods were listening. It was a nice morning unlike the forecast had predicted the night before. The winter sun was low in the sky this morning, all but blinding you as you look onto the busy streets of Beijing during rush hour, the roads are clear, there is no ice nor any rain, you sigh with content as you shrug on your camel colored trench coat and tuck your purse under your arm.Â
You snatch up an apple from the counter top before heading out of the apartment, tugging the dead bolts from the burgundy metal fire door, the door swinging closed behind you as you make your way down the corridor towards the elevator. The elevator rumbles, judders and creeks all the way down to the lobby, you jingle your car keys in your hand as the elevator descends all nineteen floors. Once in the car park you rush towards your car and use the key fob to unlock it, as you open the door the wind catches it almost pulling it from the hinges. Your grip growing tighter on the cold metal as you climb inside and slam the door closed throwing your purse into the slightly ripped leather passenger seat.
Twenty minutes later than you wouldâve liked you arrive at the office, your nerves finally getting the better of you as you scurry into the building. You force yourself through the revolving metal doors, your heels clicking rapidly against the marble floor of the lobby, your heart rate sky high, your heart threatening to break from your chest. You race towards the reception desk, slightly breathless, red in the face and sweaty as you peer over it and meet the gaze of the slender receptionist.Â
"Good morning, how may I help you?ââ She smiles up at you, showcasing her pearly white teeth.
ââHi, Iâm here for an interview with Mr Wongââ You blurt slightly breathless.
ââOh, you must be Miss Y/L/Nââ She beams up at you.
ââY-yesââ You stutter, tugging on the hem of your skirt as she stands from behind her desk.Â
ââIf you want to follow me, heâs expecting youââ She continues to beam as she leads you from the lobby down a corridor.Â
Her words slightly worry you. You knew you were a little late for the interview but you had hoped he would also be running late. Much to your horror, he was not and had in fact been waiting twenty minutes for you. The petite receptionist turns to face you, big smile still on her face before she knocks against a dark wooden door and ushers you in.Â
ââGood luckââ She sings before closing the door behind you.Â
Your palms begin to sweat and your legs turn to jelly when you look around the office before your eyes settle on the desk in the middle of the office, more importantly, the man behind it. Yukheiâs dark eyes blaze into yours pining you in place, his hands clasped in front of him on his desk, his lips twitching into a wolfish smirk causing your body to spiral into a nervous panic.
ââYouâre lateââ He hums, voice low and vibrating through you, fixing you to the spot as he stands from his desk. He crosses his arms over his chest as he rounds the desk before leaning against it, his legs crossed at the ankles. âPlease, take a seat and weâll begin this interviewâ He continues his low voice startling your body and has you moving across his office to take the seat before him.
âT-thank you Sirâ You murmur nervously as you lower yourself into the leather arm chair.
âYou know first impressions matter, Miss Y/L/Nâ He drawls as he rounds his desk once again, slowly settling himself in his plush swivel chair, his hands gripping the arm rests as his dark eyes scan the length of your body. âSo tell me, why I should hire someone like you, when you have shown me every reason not too?â He questions, voice stern and serious, his eyes not leaving yours.
Your heart is beating out of your chest as panic consumes you. You had really blown it this time. You take a steadying breath as you force yourself to hold his gaze, he cocks his eyebrow as if heâs challenging you, a smug smile returning to his plush lips as he patiently waits for your answer.
âIâm a really hard workerâ You blurt, cringing at your eager tone as he puffs out a small chuckle. âI-I mean, Iâm always ready for anything you throw at me, Iâm keen to learn new things and Iâm a fast learner too!â You continue to blurt, panic rising in you as he stands from his desk again smoothing out the hem of his jacket. âIâll do anything Mr Wongâ You cry out of desperation, hands clasped together in a prayer like motion begging him.
âAnything?â He repeats slowly, almost like heâs testing the word on his tongue.
âYes. Anything.â You urge as he settles himself in front of you again, his amused eyes finding yours as you stare up at him through your lashes, your whole body burning under his gaze.
âIâm sure youâve heard many things about meâ He smirks down upon you.
He was right. You had heard storyâs about Yukhei Wong but always chose to ignore them, after all they were nothing but stories. You had heard that he was a sick man who loved nothing but women, the more he could use and abuse the better. He was known for being a serial player who never had a girlfriend, his bedroom door was constantly revolving, he was with a different girl most nights. The stories you had heard about what actually happened behind closed doors was enough to have your core heating. You had heard the stories of him being into control, how he would dominate every woman that stepped through his door, how he would use their bodies purely for his own satisfaction. At first you didnât beilieve any of it, but being in his presence really did make it hard for you to simply shrug off what you had heard.
You struggle to swallow the lump forming in your throat when he crouches before you, his hands reaching out to the arm rests of your leather chair, caging you between them.
âItâs true what they sayâ He breathes quietly into you.
Your heart is in your throat as you force yourself to meet his dark gaze. You squeeze your thighs together without even realising youâre doing it. Your whole body beginning to tremble as he stares straight through you and into your soul.
âIâm not a sadist though, donât get it twisted, babyâ He whispers close to you, his warm breath fanning your face. âAm I making you uncomfortable?â He questions, his tone serious as his eyes bore into yours.
âN-noâ You squeak out, gaze meeting his as you release a shaky breath.
âYouâre a very beautiful woman Y/Nâ He hums, standing from his crouched position and leaning back against his desk again. âIf I had met you anywhere but here then who knows, maybe I wouldâve tried to pursue youâ He continues, his words causing you to gasp as your heart races against your ribs. âMaybe I wouldâve even took you home and showed you how true the stories areâ He chuckles nonchalantly.
âM-mr Wongâ You splutter struggling for air as his words sink in, your face flushing a deeper shade of pink.
Something deep inside of you is crying out for him to show you how true these stories are, you wanted to experience it all first hand. You wanted him to show you every little thing.
âOr maybe you would like me to show you here?â He smirks. âIf youâre well behaved, you can have the job, if not, Iâll give you a little more training and when youâre ready, Iâll think about giving you the positionâ He continues, wolffish grin working itâs way onto his face. âDo we have a deal?â He questions, arms folding tight over his chest, his eyes searching your face.
Your brain whirls with a million different questions as your whole world stops spinning. You couldnât wrap your head around what was happening in the slightest but everything inside of you was screaming for you to do it. You knew it was wrong and that you should be mortified at his request but you were infact the complete opposite.
âYesâ You breathe, your voice no more than a whisper as you look up at him through your lashes, your whole body coming alive like youâve just been electrocuted by him.
âLovelyâ He hums, tone low and gravelly and hitting you straight in the core. âOn your knees, nowâ He growls.
His words ring through your ears but donât resonate within you. You knew what he was asking but a part of you couldnât really believe thatâs what he was asking. You continue to look up at him, straining your neck as his large form towers over you, his eyes are darker than before and burn into yours with powerful lust, his raw need to dominate you was enough to make you fear everything you had heard. Before you even have time to think youâve slipped from the chair and are kneeling before him, your eyes still on his, your fingers clutching your knees caps.
âGood girlâ He hums as he steps around your crouched form, you feel his eyes travel all over your body, a trail of fire left in their wake. âLooks like you were right Y/Nâ He continues his voice low and gravelly as his hand reaches out to caress your cheek. âYou really are a fast learnerâ He smirks as your whole body comes alive, you were determined to ace this interview.
Hi! I was wondering if you would be able to write smut for Kihyun and Hyungwon form monsta X, if you are too busy it can be either member I don't mind. Your writing is amazing âĄ
Ah!!!! Thank you so much!! Hope these are okay for you, if theyâre crap weâll just pretend that none of this happened lmao!
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