I was deadass starting on a Lee Gwangmin scenario that I was supposed to continue on a while ago, and then I found out what happened. damn it. why do dudes have to be like that ??? ugh on to the next
A/N : I’m sooo sorry that it took so long for me to post. But it’s done now. I hope you all enjoy!
He was angry, obviously. The deep voice that boomed throughout the house was a dead giveaway that something didn’t go how it needed to and he wasn’t too happy about that. Naturally, the deepness of his voice carried and tended to intimidate people by the mere sound of a soft ‘hello’. But, when he was angry…that was something that a lot of people feared. Not only did his voice raise and get deeper when he was angry, it was like he would double in size. His back would straighten, shoulders broaden, and he’d look taller than his already gigantic height of 6’3. He made even the most feared men cower back in fear.
Slowly making my way down the marble stairs, robe flowing behind me, I subtly looked around before nodding. There were only two men around, both standing near the front door with stone faces. Bowing my head slightly in acknowledge, I turn my back to them and head down the hall towards the two-giant wooden double doors. An obviously oversized man blocked it, his equally as large hands were clasped in front of him as he stared ahead with a dead look in his eyes. As I stopped in front of him, I waved my hand as a ‘move outta my way’, but of course he didn’t move. I rolled my eyes as a sigh left my nude painted lips, and again, I raised my head and motioned for him to move. And, again, he stayed put. My patience was wearing thin, my eyes squinting and my hand tilting as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Do you know who I am? Move out of my way.” I hissed, attempting to push past him. But, of course, he didn’t budge. That was a given, he was more than triple my everything. Groaning softly, I finally spat out, “I’ll be talking to Gwangmin about this.” Then, like magic, he took two side steps. A breathy chuckle slipped through my lips as I passed him and pushed open the two doors.
“Didn’t I say not to let anyone in!” Gwangmin turned, face screwed into an angry scowl. When his eyes trailed down from the bodyguards’ face and down to mine, his face straightened out. His eyes were still angry, but he knew better than to give me any attitude. -Even though people feared him to death, he would never try to cross me. He was taught to treat your wife as a queen, and naturally the queen has more power over the king. At least that’s how we were taught to believe. To believe that the woman ran the castle. That the woman was the true leader, no matter what position was given to the man. The girls trained from the time that they were young toddlers, playing in the sandbox, to matured young women, doing their makeup, all the while putting a gun together. - Dipping his head to me slightly, he rose a single finger before turning back to the three men that stood in front of him. I recognized them as three of his new members. And they looked scared. Petrified almost. I felt a little bad, watching as one shook in fear as Gwangmin yelled at them, obviously scolding them for failing a mission.
“What happened?” I spoke softly, walking up to Gwangmin’s side. A small smile pulled onto my face as I made eye contact with the three youngsters, trying to get them to calm down a little. “They fucked up and got one of the others shot.” He growled. I nodded, looking up to him as I furrowed my brows. “Which guy?” “Joe.” “And which mission?” I watched as his eyes wavered slightly and he gulped, his jawed clenching as his fists balled at his sides. At his silence, I rolled my eyes. “Gwangmin, which mission did you pu-“ “The Martin mission, Y/N!” I tilted my head, staring up at him with confusion. “The Martin mission? As in the one where you send out your best to go and get the money that’s owed from Mr. Martin? The Mr. Martin that somehow ended up coming up with his own small gang of ex-cons? The mission that I told you not to send these three on, because they were new and barely learned how to assemble a pistol correctly? You mean that mission, Gwangmin.” “Yes, Y/N. That Martin mission.” I nodded, looking back to the boys and smiled sickingly sweet before motioning to the doorway. “Go and practice. And send Lu to my office with Joe’s stats. Please, and thank you.” They nodded quickly before running out of the room, doors slamming behind them.
Slowly, I turned back to Gwangmin. Eyes set in a death glare, backing him up to his chair. He flopped down, looking down into his lap. “Didn’t I tell you to not send them into a serious mission? They obviously weren’t ready for that kind of pressure.”
Looking down at him, an annoyed sigh slipped through my lips. I tipped my head back, closing my eyes as I rubbed my forehead with my fingertips. I felt gentle hands slide around my waist, pulling me forward before he rested his head on my stomach. “I’m sorry, baby.” He muttered, fingers spreading across my mid-back and pressing down lightly. “Just because I put you in charge doesn’t mean that you’re the boss, and you can do whatever you want.” My voice was softer than I wanted, but he knew that I was being serious. He nodded, standing up and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. “I know. I’m sorry, baby.” He left a chaste kiss on the soft skin, breathing in my scent as he held me tighter against him. A small smile pulled at the corners of my lips, a giggle breaking into the air. My hands traveled up his back to his neck, tangling into his blonde tuffs. “Baby…” I whispered softly, meeting eyes with him as he pulled back from my neck. I took my plump bottom lip between my teeth, eyeing him down and taking in his attire. Taking in his black slacks, his white button-up that disappeared into the waistband of his pants with his sleeves rolled up to the mid-forearm. My eyes landed on the collar, the first few buttons undone, as I groaned softly. I looked back to his face, rolling my eyes at his smirk. “If you wanted me that’s all you had to say, princess.” His voice deepened as he eyed me.
He’d just realized what I had on, making him bite his lip as his eyes darkened. A blush toned silk dress adorned my figure, stopping just at my mid-thigh. A long, matching silk robe was over it, opened to show off the dress. The white lace detailing accented the whole outfit, with me not wearing any shoes. My hair was cascading down my back in longs tuffs of curls, falling over my shoulder and into my face. He was looking at me like I was a full course meal, and he hadn’t eaten in months. But, I was ready to me devoured. Especially by him. “So beautiful… Look at you, Princess. Did you come down to spend some time with me? Is that why you got all dolled up, babygirl?” He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest, and rose his hand to my face. Beginning to stroke his thumb against my cheekbone softly, he moved his hand down and cupped my jaw. Tilting my head this way and that way, he smiled with a nod. “Flawless.” It slipped out of his mouth so casually I almost missed it, but I didn’t. At that, a small smile pulled at my lips and my eyes moved downward. “Jagi…Jagiya, look at me.” I looked up to him, and he leaned down to capture my lips in a gentle kiss. My eyes fluttered shut, hands moving up to run through his hair, as I kissed him back. It was sweet, reminding me of our teenage years. But, it quickly changed into something deeper and more passionate. His hold on me tightened and the kiss got rougher, his tongue poking at my lips in question. Smirking, I denied him with a light shake of my head and a giggle. At that, he latched his teeth onto my bottom lip, pulling away slightly. We both opened our eyes, mine focused on his face and his on my lip as he let it go, watching it bounce back in place with a groan. He feverishly attacked my mouth, tongue pushing through and roaming freely.
I didn’t realize that I was being backed up until the back of my thighs hit the thighs hit the edge of the desk. Pulling back, he pushed everything off its top and lifted me onto it, moving in between my legs before attacking my lips again. Moans and groans filled the area, our hands roaming each other, undressing each other.
His lips were attached to my neck, one hand gripping my hip and the other thrusting two fingers into my core. Moans slipped from between my lips so effortlessly, my hands gripping onto his biceps for dear life. “Ohhh- baby, I’m close.” I whimper, eyes fluttering shut as I tightened around his fingers. I felt the heat traveling lower, towards my core. The knot tightening, causing my body to tense and flex. And just as it was about to snap, it was ripped away. My eyes shot open, finding Gwangmin’s eyes already settled on me. A smirk on his lips that would usually make me fume in anger, but I just couldn’t bring myself to feel that. Especially when he was the one that held the only way I could orgasm like I wanted. So, I did what I had to do. I pouted my lips and leaned into him, whining softly. “Why’d you stop?” I whined out, hands moving down to wrap around his forearms. “I don’t think you deserve to cum. I didn’t like the way you treated me in front the new recruits. I know that you’re the boss, but that could ruin my image, Princess.” I nodded, leaning onto his chest and placing butterfly kisses up to his jaw. “I’m sorry.” “And the way you came strutting in here with that outfit on…I should punish you for looking that good around the boys.” He pulled a hand back, striking it down on one of my thighs. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy.” I whimpered, breath heavy and shaky. “I know you are, baby.” He muttered, pulling away from me slightly. “Lay down.” His voice was soft, his eyes watching as I followed his command. I pressed my back against the desks cold surface, the contrast against my hot skin made me moan out softly. He looked down at my dripping center and bit his lip. Slowly, he dragged his middle finger from my entrance and up to my clit before pressing slight pressure onto it. My back arched off the desk, lips parting in a gasp. “You’re so wet, Princess…” He muttered, rubbing small circles on my clit, hooded eyes focused on my contorting facial features. Peeling my eyes open slightly, I met his gaze, latching my teeth onto my swollen bottom lip. “Daddy...I need you…” My voice was low and strained, becoming raspy. A growl emitted from him, as he yanked me to the edge by my ankles. Firmly gripping himself, he guided his length to my entrance. Thrusting his hips, he inched himself into me slowly until he filled me up completely. Moans left our lips, wrapping around us and filling the humid air of the spacy office.
His thrusts were slow and calculated, but were rough and sharp. His large hands gripped my waist as thrust into me, face twisted in pleasure. Leaning down, he captures my swollen lips in another kiss, this one being slowly and more passionate. My hands gripped at his messy hair and sweaty back, nails digging into the skin of his shoulder as I clenched around his length, feeling the knot start to tighten quickly. “Are you close, Princess?” He grumbled, burying his face in my neck. Nodding, I pulled at his hair and whimpered. “Faster. G-Go faster, Gwangmin.” My eyes rolled back as he sped up his movements, growling into the bruised skin of my neck. A gasp left my chapped lips, parting them slightly as my body tensed with the snap of the knot, shaking gently. “Ohhh…” I cried out, back arching up into his chest and legs tightening around his waist. “Oh fuck-Baby, do that again.” His voice was raspy, raw from the noises he made. Clenching around him again, he moaned softly, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “I’m close. So close.” I moved my lips to his ear, pecking it softly. “Cum for me, Daddy.” I moaned, taking his pierced earlobe between my teeth and gently sucking on it. That send him overboard, his body freezing. His grip on me tightened, his teeth latching onto the area between my shoulder and neck. Giving a few more shallow thrusts, he came to a stop and dropped his weight onto me.
We laid there for what felt like hours, but were probably just a few minutes. My hands ran through his sweaty strands, his hands running over the tops of my thighs as his member softened inside of me. “I love you, my sweet Queen.” He muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. A small smile pulled at the corners of my lips. “I love you, too, my amazing King.”
