A/N : Good morning Australia, but more importantly good morning @jinxkook
“Remember what I said?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yes sir.” Your tone was sarcastic and you smiled much too smugly. “I'm yours. Only yours and I'm to appear as so.”
Doyoung cocked his head to the side in annoyance, but you only smiled and walked towards him. Your fingertips toyed with his tie and you reached on the tip of your toes to whisper in his ear. “Don't make you jealous unless I want a punishment. Is that right, baby?”
His hands gripped tightly at your waist, thumbs rubbing harsh circles against the fabric of your black dress before sitting back on the bed and pulling you snuggly into his lap on top of him. “You're pretty cocky tonight. Are we going to have issues? If that's the case, you can stay home and I’ll find someone else to escort me to this little… Meeting.”
“Meeting.” You mocked. “Is that what they call a party thrown by a bunch of thugs discussing their next deal?”
Doyoung raised his eyebrows, warningly. You knew better than to keep pushing your limits. After-all, he could very easily find another woman to put on his arm for the night and truth be told you’d be devastated.
You wiggled in his lap, kissing his bottom lip playfully. “Is there a gun in your pocket or are you thinking about fucking me?”
He hissed as you ground yourself with more strength onto his tight black slacks. His slender fingers slipped under you short hemmed dress and he pushed it up to your hips revealing a matching black thong. “Why don't you find out?”
You hummed playfully and slipped your hand into the band of his pants, startling slightly as your fingers grazed cold metal. Your eyes went wide as Doyoung replaced his hand with yours and pulled out the gun that had been tucked securely into his pants. Your stomach turned in both alarm and excitement as he ran the short barrel slowly across your cheek.
“Are you scared?”
Goosebumps danced up your spine and you inhaled softly, barely shaking your head and struggling to speak above a soft whisper. “No.”
He gripped the frame tightly, finger hovering the trigger and pressed the gun to your lips. Without command your mouth opened slightly and you held in a shiver while the metal rested against your tongue. Doyoung’s eyes were dark, unwavering, and you couldn't find it in yourself to look away as you sucked provocatively on the barrel of his gun. His free hand moved from your hip and slipped between your thighs, still straddling his lap tightly. He moved your panties to the side and slipped his middle finger inside of you with ease.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Who would've known you’re a filthy little gun slut?”
You whimper around the barrel, nearly choking as it touched the back of your throat. His eyes still focused on yours as he pumped his finger in and out of your dripping pussy, almost completely unfazed by the sight in front of him. Finally, he smiled. Pulling both his gun and his hand away from you. You whined, desperate to feel more of him as he pushed you from his lap and stood up, kissing you before slipping his sticky fingers between both of your mouths. Your lips were still grazing as both of you cleaned your cum from his finger until finally, he smacked your ass and fixed your dress.
“Come on, Princess.” He smirked, grabbing your heels off the dresser and handing them to you. “We're going to be late.”
Hello! This is a new blog dedicated to EXO, Seventeen and NCT fanfiction (well, mostly Seventeen). I am new at this, hence, do not expect my stories to be perfect. I will be working on several genres such as romance, angst and a little bit of smut as well. I am not free 24/7. I am a college sophomore, a dedicated one I will say so it is unlikely for me to update on a regular basis. Still, I will try to free up my time to pick up the pen and paper, and come up with plots that might /or might not\ please you (after quite a few hours of pondering and procrastinating of course). So please look forward to my stories!
P.S. I have not much to write at the moment but I will probably update this page in the future.
