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Request: Can you do Lee Gikwang, where he hasn’t seen his gf in a month because of a tour. I know there aren’t a lot (if not any) smuts with him in them.
A/n: Can y’all tell I want this man to wreck me? Cause ever since Don’t Close Your Eyes came out, I’ve been haunted with his bitchass in that black suit just begging to get the succ of his life. - #4
“One more day.” You sighed to yourself as you crossed a red dash over the small calendar that stood on your nightstand.
One more day till it marked a month.
One more day till he came home.
You couldn’t completely complain though, knowing full well what dating Gikwang involved. Hell, you met him at a damn fan-meet.
But you were lonely. The house was too quiet without how he sang to himself or hummed while walking about. The bed was too empty without his imprint in the sheets, and not to mention cold.
Oh, how cold the past nights were. You even bought another blanket to make up for the lack of body heat.
There were some upsides to his absence, though. Like eating a single cookie for breakfast without getting scolded, or how you didn’t really have to cook anymore, surviving off of takeout (which he was never gonna know about).
Though you had your fun, you were still lonely. Sure, being able to do whatever was nice, but at what cost?
All you wanted was your boyfriend back.
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You’re not sure when you fell asleep, the last thing you remembered was watching some rerun of an older show while you laid in one of Gikwang’s hoodie.
Nonetheless, you turned the TV off and threw the blanket back before rolling over and crossing a red dash across the current day with a smile.
Today was the day.
With that same smile, you grabbed another one of his hoodies, along with two towels and some underwear and headed to the shower.
You had nothing to do today, so what was the point it wearing real clothes? You were most likely just gonna lounge around and wait until he got home.
After showering, you moved the curtain back and reached for the towel, wrapping it around your body before wrapping your hair.
As you stepped out, you moved towards the sink to brush your teeth thinking of what to make for dinner since you knew he wouldn’t want takeout.
After finishing, you unwrapped the towel, tossing it into the hamper before putting on your underwear on and shaking the towel off of your hair, making sure to get all the excess water out before tossing that towel into the hamper, as well before settling on throwing your hair into a ponytail.
As you made your way back to your room, you decided to make the bed. Nothing fancy, but definitely not leaving it to look like how you left it when you got up.
By the time you finished, you still couldn’t think of a dinner idea, and you stuck your lip out with a pout.
Would he even be home at dinner time? Would he be back later? Would he be too tired to eat? What if he came home earlier?
You groaned in frustration at how he never told you what time he’d be back, and settled on the fact that he’d probably tell you what he wanted once he was home.
But the thought of him being back early had you shooting off the bed and running towards the living room, trying to clean up any signs of your messy habits, starting in the kitchen.
You grimaced as you saw the empty take out boxes in the trashcan and nearly face palmed. You were supposed to take that out last night.
With a sigh, you started cleaning, making sure nothing was left. No dirty dishes, no stains, no smells, no messes.
While you were on your little cleaning spree, you figured you might as well clean everything else, starting with cleaning out the fridge, then moving to the cabinets, getting rid of anything old, or things you just weren’t gonna eat.
When you had finished, you flopped onto the couch, and placed your phone on the coffee table while you turned the TV on, settling on whatever was on.
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“Baby.” You heard someone whisper, a warm touch on your shoulder lightly shaking you. “Baby, wake up.” You heard the voice chuckle.
“Since when do dream people laugh?” You mumbled, turning over and putting your hand under your head, the hoodie riding up and exposing your underwear covered ass.
“This isn’t a dream.” The voice laughed, placing a playful smack on your ass.
“How can dream people deny their existence?” You mumbled again as you moved your hips. “Only one person would spank me and he-”
Your eyes shot open at the realization and you rolled over.
“It’s really you.” You whispered, getting up and throwing your arms over him.
“God, you take so long to wake up.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve been here for ten minutes already.” He laughed as he picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.
“I missed you so much.” You whispered into his neck.
“Yeah, can you like, not breath on my neck.” He chuckled, moving the both of you to the kitchen so he could sit you on the counter. “Not having anything for a month makes a person kinda sensitive.” He laughed as he turned towards the fridge.
“Tell me about it.” You mumbled, your feet swaying as you watched him. “So how was it?” You piped up, your head moving around to see what he was grabbing.
“Pretty good.” Was all he said, turning back around with some eggs and vegetables, setting them on the counter next to you. “Would’ve been better if you were with me.” He smiled, moving towards the cabinets and pulling out some packets of ramen.
“Of all the dishes I racked my brain for, I not once thought of ramen pancake.” You shook your head, watching as he brought out a pot.
“Good.” He smiled as he filled it with water. “That means I get to cook tonight.”
“Ton-” You started but stopped. “What time is it?” You furrowed your brows.
“Close to nine.” He smiled, placing the pot on the stove and breaking the noddles before dropping them in. “Why, did you sleep the day away?”
“No.” You glared. “I cleaned all day. I guess I fell asleep around five-ish? Six-ish?” You questioned.
“Did it take you so long to clean cause you’re secretly a pig?” He raised a brow, grabbing a bowl and placing it next to you.
“If I said yes, would you be less attracted to me?” You raised your own brow.
“No, but instead of ‘kitten’, I can call you ‘piggy’.” He joked, earning a smack on the arm. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He laughed. “But if you weren’t so kinky, I wouldn’t have anything to use against you.” He pointed out as he started cracking the eggs.
“You weren’t complaining about my kinks when I called you ‘daddy’.” You smirked. “Or ‘sir’.” Your smirk grew as he cracked one of the eggs a little harder.
“Remember what I said about sensitive?” His tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he reached for the vegetables. “You’re on thin ice, princess.”
“Ohh, Mr. Gikwang threatening me with chives-”
You were cut off with a gasp as his hand gripped your chin tightly.
“I get home after a month to my girlfriend dressed in nothing but my hoodie and thin ass panties.” He growled. “The last thing I need is your bratty little attitude.” He warned before loosening his grip. “So are you gonna behave?” He raised a brow and you nodded, earning a kiss to the forehead. “Good girl.”
You stayed quiet as you watched him continue to cook, the ache between your thighs growing the longer it took, but you didn’t dare speak up. The last thing you needed was for him to snap and end up burning the house down due to ignoring the stove.
When he was finished, he cut it in half, putting it on one plate, and grabbing a fork before making his way back to you.
“Ah.” He motioned you to open your mouth as he brought up a piece of food, holding it in front of your lips.
You opened your mouth and accepted the food, chewing happily as you hadn’t eaten the whole day, him doing the same.
If anything, his duality made you even more frustrated. How could he switch from being dominant to domestic so easily?
“How frustrated are you that all it took was some attitude.” You asked, testing the waters.
“You’ll find out later if you keep it up, princess.” His tone flat as he placed the fork in his mouth.
“Maybe I wanna find out.” You mumbled shy.
“What? You don’t want any sweet-lovey-dovey sex for my first night back?” He raised a brow in amusement as he placed the plate aside.
“Maybe..” You trailed off as you bit your lip. “You weren’t the only one who’s frustrated.”
He smirked, placing his hands on either side of you and leaning in, kissing you softly.
Your legs parted to make room for him as your hands came up to grip his face, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
He wasted no time closing the space between you, his hands slowly moving from the counter top to travel up your thighs before finding purchase on your hips, his fingers giving them a light squeeze.
“God, I missed this.” He groaned as he pulled away, hastily trailing kisses down your jaw while his hands slipped under the hoodie, snaking their way up to cup your breasts.
You said nothing, only biting your lip as your back arched into his touch, your hand flying to grab his hair as he sucked at the skin on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, your hips wiggling forward so you could get even closer.
“How much I’ve thought about coming home and just ruining you.” He mumbled, pulling away from you.
But before you could complain, his hands went to the hem of the hoodie, quickly lifting it up and over your head and dropping it on the floor before his hands removed his own shirt, smirking at how you licked your lips at the sight of him.
“I guess you missed me, too.” He chuckled, watching as your hand came out to run along his torso before moving back and pulling you into him, his bulge pressing deliciously against you.
“Part of me wanted to make love tonight.” He whispered, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties. “Show you how much I missed you.” He continued, his finger dipping down to press against your clothed clit, reveling in the damp feeling. “But I really don’t feel like taking my time.” He pressed harder, hooded eyes looking up to watch your head lean back. “Do you?”
You quickly shook your head, your hips pushing into his finger while your hand reached out to wrap around his hips, trying to pull him impossibly closer.
“So you want it right here?” His tone smug as he cocked a brow. “Right here on the counter?” He asked, using the hand that was on your hip to pull you into his bulge. “Right next to the food we didn’t even finish?” He asked, repeating the action as you nodded your head rapidly. “Such a dirty girl.” He smiled, pulling away from you yet again, chuckling as you whined.
“Lay back for me, baby.” He licked his lips.
You wasted no time doing so, hissing lightly as the cold tile made contact with your skin.
But the cold feeling didn’t last long as his hands trailed up your thighs, gripping the sides of your panties and pulling them down quickly, letting them fall next to the hoodie.
“Fuck, I missed this view.” He groaned, his hands back on your thighs as he pressed soft kisses from the top of your knee to your inner thigh, one of your hands coming up to grope yourself while the other went to his hair, gripping tight in anticipation.
“Touching yourself before I’ve barely done anything.” He tsked, his eyes looking up to watch as you pinched your nipple, rolling the small bud between your fingers. “So needy.” He said, kissing right above your clit. “And all for me.” He whispered before his mouth was finally on you, his tongue lapping at you while his hands spread your thighs so he could get even deeper.
The hand you already had in his hair was torn between tugging him away from you, and tugging him closer, too overcome with pleasure to think about what you wanted, your thighs trying to close around him despite his hold on them.
“Gi-Gikwang.” You gasped out, your hips grinding against his face. “M-More, please.” You whined.
He didn’t hesitate to oblige, his hand moving from your thigh, to tease your entrance with two fingers, smirking against you as you begged him to stop teasing.
And he did, pushing them inside you and pumping them quickly while his mouth moved to focus on your clit, lips wrapping around it and sucking harshly.
“Oh, fuck.” You moaned out, your back arching off the counter as your grip in his hair tightened, the pressure in your stomach building. “Shit, I’m go-” You were cut off with a cry as he pulled away completely, staring down at your panting form with hungry eyes.
With no explanation, he only tugged at his pants and boxers, not even bothering to step out of them before he slid his tip in with a groan.
“God, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his head falling back, taking a moment for himself after he bottomed out, the way you squeezed around him too overwhelming.
“Move.” Your whine brought him out of his thoughts, and his hips started up, wasting no time building up a pace and starting off brutal, his hand grabbing your legs and spreading them, the new angle causing louder moans to leave your lips, your hands falling to the side, searching for something to grab.
“God, you feel so good.” He grunted, watching as your breasts bounced. “I might just fuck you all night.” He licked his lips, his thrusts getting rougher while his hands dropped to grab your thighs, bringing you back to meet his thrusts roughly.
“Please.” You moaned out. “I never wanna forget how good you feel.” You whimpered, your hands moving to grab his wrists. “The toys just aren’t enough.” You admitted, your eyes opening at the realization of what you just said.
“So you cheated?” He cocked a brow, his hips slowing down. “I thought we agreed on no toys while I’m gone?” His hips now doing one harsh thrust to emphasize his words.
“I-I-” You started, but the way his eyes glared down at you shut you up.
“Did you,” He started, keeping up the one harsh thrust as he spoke. “Use toys,” Another thrust. “When we,” Another thrust. “Agreed,” Another thrust. “Not to?” Another thrust.
You only nodded, too scared how your voice would sound.
“Which one?” He asked, hips stilling entirely, ignoring your cry of protest. “Or were you so needy you used more than one?” He scoffed lightly, watching as you swallowed thickly.
“The vibrator..” You trailed off in a whisper. “And the dildo..” You closed your eyes before continuing. “And the plug.”
His eyes lit up at the last part, the thought of you with the jeweled plug he bought you making him groan.
“And you didn’t even send anything?” He smirked playfully, rolling his hips.
“I didn’t wanna get in trouble.” You whined.
“But you’re in trouble now.” He raised a brow, rolling his hips again. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t pull out and get you off on those toys instead.” He smiled. “Because you obviously don’t need me.” He laughed, rolling his hips again, you moaning at the thought of him using the toys on you like he used to.
“Would you like that, princess?” He asked, his tone smug again. “’Cause I can feel you clenching at the thought.”
You didn’t respond, feeling the heat going to your face as your body spoke for you.
“Where are they?” He asked, pulling out entirely, holding a finger up to stop any complaints from you.
“Nightstand drawer.” You mumbled, watching him leave before closing your eyes.
You would fuck yourself over.
With how quick he was, you would’ve thought he never left.
“You’re in for a long night, princess.” He tsked, placing the plug beside you while he turned the vibrator on, setting it to the highest speed before dragging it along your inner thighs, your eyes screwing shut as he placed it over your clit momentarily before holding it as he pulled away. “I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow.” Was all he said before he was back inside you, resuming the pace he set before.
You didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t wanna see what he was doing, how he looked at you, how he moved.
And that was the death of you because you didn’t see him bring the vibrator back to your clit, pressing it hard against you as he used his free hand to hold your hips still as he fucked into you harder.
Your eyes shot open, bringing your arms up to the counter so you could look up at him, your eyes pleading for him to go easy on you.
But he didn’t.
With whatever strength he had left, he used it to completely ruin you, wanting nothing more than for you to scream out as you came.
“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” You nearly cried, your arms giving out as you fell back against the counter, your arms reaching out to grip his wrists.
“Then fucking do it.” He growled, pressing the vibrator even harder against your clit, even going as far as to rub it, loving how you screamed as your walls convulsed around him, his hips faltering from it before cumming himself, turning the vibrator off as his thrusts slowed down, smiling at how you twitched from your orgasm.
As he pulled out, he reached for the plug, smiling as he looked back at you.
“Roll over for me, princess.”
- asshole 4