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are you fking kidding me jeon…

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Candy

This time you’ll make it, I think to myself as I mentally map my escape route, my freedom, lies just beyond that door. This time I’ll get out. I check the time through my peripherals, he’ll enter through those doors in exactly 3 minutes. Dinner together at the same time on the dot, he’ll try to converse with me, but really how can you be cordial with someone who is holding you prisoner? I sit up in my chair eyeing the guard who stays stationed near me at all times, he’ll leave as soon as I’m alone with Jooheon.

Jooheon, I knew something was wrong the first time he sat next to me.I didn’t think much of it the first night, but it was odd waking up to a random stranger and stalker. I figured he got what he wanted, he’d leave me alone right?

I’ve never been so wrong, he refused to give me back my phone. He set out my day to day schedule, by the hour each of my daily activities were restricted to make me available to him at his pleasure. And he meant that, at his pleasure. At first, I’d try and make a break for it whenever I saw an opportunity, but after that he increased his security team. Some big motherfuckers, who are surprisingly light on their feet. I’d managed to hurt their pride with a few well placed kicks to the balls, and bruises as I fought them off, but I just couldn’t seem to full outrun them. After each escape attempt, my days would begin with him dragging me along to his office on the other side of the house, binding my hands and feet so I can’t make a run by for it. He’d settle me underneath his desk, arms and feet bound to it. A gag placed in my mouth forcing me to keep my mouth open. He’d take pictures of me all tied and gagged letting me see my own shame, and as I’d glare at him, he’d flex his perfect smile and complimenting dimple as he forced my head down on his cock. It was like he was never soft to see me, his sexual hunger was fueled just by seeing my face.

And it didn’t matter who saw or was around. Meetings in his office, with my bareback side exposed. He’d keep one hand on my head guiding it up and down at an even pace, as he discussed business. And had no problem leaving me cum hungry. As soon as a meeting ended he’d let the full effect of having a helpless woman on display take control. Letting me feel even more shame as each rope of his cum hit my face and body, dripping down each curve of me. Being painted by his cum was my punishment on a light day.

Some days he’d get extraordinarily sadistic, attaching cold metal nipple clamps to me. A chain connecting the two so he could pull on it to hear me whimper. He’d place a vibrator just at the right angle to tease the sensitive bud for hours at a time, turning it on and off as he hears the pants of a building orgasm get closer, but never granting me a full release except at his hands.

His hands, strong yet soft as they roam over the sensitive and bruised buds of my breast. Teasing them bringing me just mere seconds from my own high. Just brushing across them…hard and erect. Any sensation being both painful and arousing. And though I would never admit it out loud.. At the end of the day, the way he’d pick my starved body. When I knew he’d settle me on his warm and inviting cock, is one of my favorite feelings. Him binding my hands behind me, his protective hands settling on my hips as he thrust into me. Guiding my body to do the work my stubborn side refused to do. Always hitting the spots that crave him most. Occasionally, smacking and kneading my ass as he felt fit. He’d whisper “You’re mine to do with as I please.” And no amount of protest with a full gag would convince him otherwise. To proud to cry, I’d harden my face and try not to give him to satisfaction of the seeing how much I needed to cum, and how he’d nearly ruined me for any other guy.

As I day dream about the fucking I would in some small way miss, I miss him entering the dining room. And for the first time in this entire month I’ve been held hostage, he’s not alone. Shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Hyung, this is the woman I’ve been telling you about,” Jooheon says. The gentleman says. The man standing beside him ranks his hand through already perfectly styled brown hair.

“Ahh, she is indeed a gorgeous woman.” He extends a hand towards me, which I consider taking. He’s just as gorgeous as Jooheon, possibly just a little older, maybe he’d be the help I needed to get out. I gingerly take his hand, too which I receive a gentlemanly kiss upon. Is this some kind of joke who does shit like that? “I’m so glad you can join us tonight, my dear, I am Baekhyun.” he says with a wink.

“Jooheon didn’t,”

“Honey,”

“I told you I won’t call you that,” I snap back.

“That’s not what you were saying the other night,” he quips back as I blush in anger at the accidental slip of the tongue as he put me through back to back overstimulated orgasms.

“Fuck you,”

“You love to,”

“Children, children please. Let’s not spoil the mood, we shall have a lovely dinner, conversation and then dessert,” Baekhyun say with a sly by comforting wink. He calms the mood.

Shit, my plan…he typically leaves me be after dinner. I don’t know where he goes, but for that hour after dinner I’m expected to bath for an hour, typically watched by Jooheon as I strip dow. As much as I wanted to leave the idea of escaping bare ass was incredibly unappealing . But it’s the only time I’m left practically alone, I had hidden away clothes and was ready to escape. How does Baekhyun play into the equation.

Dinner is served, my food separated from each other just as he knows I like. “Fucking stalker,” I mumble under my breath as I cut into my food. The two of them follow suit, making light conversation. Every time Jooheon tries to include me in the conversation, I cut my eyes at him. Refusing to speak, this guy isn’t going to change shit. I will escape tonight. Nearing the end of the meal I can feel Jooheon’s frustration with me. I suppose in front of Baekhyun, he expected me to be a bit more “submissive”, polite? Embarrassed to act like I wasn’t a whole fucking hostage. Nice try, I refuse to break like that.

After a few more tries to include me in the conversation, I can see the veins in Jooheon’s neck pulsating with anger. It satisfies me; Baekhyun stands and tsk his teeth.

“Calm down, Honey” he scolds in the most polite way. “Let’s see if she’s interested in dessert.”What is with these two. “My dear Jooheon,” he says with a smile as he walks behind my chair.

“Hyung,” I can hear the pleading in his voice.

It takes me off guard, but not as much as this stranger gripping my pony tail jerking my head back I can’t help but yell at the sudden assault. “You were always too soft,” he says. He looks down at me, hatred boiling in my eyes. “You’ve gotta teach your bitch some manners,” This baby faced asshole.

“Fuck you!” I swear as I grab onto his arm digging my nails into his arm.

“Don’t worry my dear that is the plan,” he let’s go of my ponytail gripping my slender wrist in one hand in one swoop. With his other hand he slides his belt out of his pants trapping my hands together with ease.”Jooheon, I think you’ve met her be too mouthy. I know we didn’t teach you to let that happen.”

He waste no movements, he bends me over the table, lifting my dresses hem. He exposes the lingerie set I’m wearing to himself, I can almost hear his smile as he brings his hand down across my asscheek. The sting isn’t like when Jooheon does it. It truly hurts. Damn it. I try to kick at him but he’s spread my legs wide throwing my balance off. I’m…I’m helpless.

“See Honey, you have to take charge. Make sure she can’t fight back.” With his free hand, he smacks my pussy, I bite down on my lip; refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing me in pain. I stare directly at the man whom I hate just as much. He tries to look smug as he watches Baekhyun without warning and without so much as spit thrusts his fingers inside the folds of my heat. It hurts, it’s uncomfortable, but I won’t break.

“Break her for me, Hyung,” Jooheon says lacing his fingers together. And the wicked grin behind me is mirrored in him.

“Just this once, pay close attention.” As he slides yet another dry finger into my folds, his thumb begins to lightly stroke my clit. Pushing and circling it. “The clit is so sensitive, abuse it to your liking. It’ll never fail to make a bitch wet.” He works it over and over. But I focus on Jooheon, biting the inside of my cheek. I knew he wasn’t to be trusted. After a moment this stranger, pulls his fingers out. “See, look at her. She’s already dripping wet.” He grabs my face covered in my own juices. “I’m going to fuck that defiant attitude right out of you,” he laughs with a pure evilness that I cannot stand to hear. “Honey, come hold her hands.” Jooheon does as the older man says holding the belt tied around my hands like a leash. I look up into his eyes, both a sadness and a hunger in then.

He pulls my panties to the side forcing them to cut into me, he drops to his knees and I can feel his heavy breath on me before his tongue dives into me. It’s talented, attentive, lapping at the traitorous part of my body. It feels amazing, the way nips at my lips, the way he grips my ass. It’s taking all of me to keep from betraying myself to the pleasure. I feel him pause, his mouth leaving my pussy cold and lonely. A moment of relief, to strengthen my resolve, when I feel something being forced past my entrance. “You remember my signature don’t you?”

“Hyung, you didn’t,” Honey says. Looking up I can see the bulge in his own suit that is begging to be unleashed, I have to bite my lip again as I feel yet another pushed into me.

“Guess how many can fit in and we’ll switch sides.” He dares him.

“Mmm, five tops,”

“I’ll say six,” Honey palms his boner as Baekhyun slides yet another object past my lips. As he begins to fill me up I can feel they’re round, large, melting as they met my own juices causing a sticky wetness to coat my legs. “Four, and Five.” He counts. He presses a sixth but it refuses to budge, and I slip a moan as it presses against that unresistant spot. “We’ve got her now,” they switch spots and now Honey is licking and kissing the stickiness that’s coating my legs. Nipping and biting like it’s some kind of game. My knees quiver feeling the round balls shift as he presses against them, just trying to escape.

“My bitches call me Candy,” Baekhyun says. “Because I absolutely love Candy, especially gum balls,” he explains as I feel Honey use his tongue to lap one of the balls out of me. He rolls it around my clit and lips creating a sticky mess. Baekhyun holds the large ball in front of me, “well I wonder if you can take dick as well as your pussy takes candy,” he undoes the button on his suit pants allowing his hard cock to literally spring out. It’s hot and angry, and the attention my body is receiving as I’m laid half on the table is making me forget my resolve. I want it. He pushes the straps of my dress down to expose my braless breast. My nipples now painfully being tickled by the cold of the dining room table. He directs my head over his throbbing cock and I’m lost to the pleasure. I open wide without prompt to take him in, he smells sweet as he thrust into my throat.

“Fuck Hyung, she’s so wet,” I feel Honey stand as he drops his suit pants, with a thud. The familiar feeling of something pushing against my lips comes and with a gentle nudge the familiar feeling of Honey’s dick fills my pussy. I can’t help but moan of Baekhyun’s dick as they tag team my mouth and pussy. As one thrusts the other is pulling back. It’s a pleasure I’ve never imagined before, “Fuck, Fuck,” I can hear Jooheon moaning, and it’s music to my ears. He reaches around and rubs my clit, slipping and sliding from the mix of precum and gumball it drives me nuts, I’m going to cum and I’m ready. I feel the tears springing to my eyes in pleasure as my walls clamp around Honey. Baekhyun is guiding my head faster as I sloppily moan and try to suck him off as he hits the back of my throat. And just like that I’m cumming harder than I ever have before on Honey, followed quickly by Baekhyun’s hot ribbons of cum filling my mouth. Without being told I try to swallow as much as I can, even though he’s pumping faster than I can swallow, but a lady always swallows…while I’m swallowing I feel Honey still in me, his dick throbbing as I feel his cum fill my cunt. Honey gives a few extra thrust as he empties into me. Damn it, I want more. He pulls out of me, and I can feel his cum oozing past my lips.

My knees can’t support me any longer and I fall to the ground. Slipping my hand under me to try and keep the warmth of his cum inside me.

“A slut can’t resist a good fucking,” Candy say, wiping the last bit of cum on my face.

“More,” I whisper. The feeling of being taken from behind and on top being insatiable.

“What was that,” Honey asks.

“I want more,” I repeat hungry for more.

“See, she just needed to be broken a little more to give in,”

“I could go for a good blowjob, I know she’s got skills” Honey says.

“And I love a good used pussy.”

Baekhyun lies beneath me and guides me down on his cock, Honey’s cum still oozing out of me. Reserve cow girl style I start to ride him, grinding my hips against. As Jooheon grips my hair, pushing his still hard and cum covered cock into my mouth. I clean it, practicing the techniques he’s been trying to teach me. My teeth barely grazing his vein covered dick. Baekhyun’s hands guiding and giving me balance as I grope my own breast teasing my hard nipple and furiously rub my clit. I’m dying for another orgasm. They high, I want it. Honey holds my head deep on his cock, before letting go. Repeating this at his liking and will while Baekhyun has me do his work. I’m panting and moaning and as the men taunt and pick at me. Leaving me with cum oozing out of me, and dried cum on my lips. I swallow hard as they stand over me.

“So you’ll be a good girl and stay with Honey?”

“When I want too,” I reply feeling the mix of their cum seeping our beneath me.

“I wouldn’t expect less,” Honey says.

He gathers me from the floor, my dress covered in cum splotches. My panties discarded somewhere I’m a whole fucking mess. But they could careless. They spend the night taking turns abusing my cunt, sometimes sleeping with one cock buried deep inside me while I stroke the other to it’s peak all over myself. Sometimes just resting.

The next morning Baekhyun pulls around his Aston Martin Rapid AMR

I bite my lip and my luck I have to be near it. With Baekhyun throwing me the keys I’m in shock.

“Up the coastline,” he offers. Too which I put all 600hp to the test. It dances along the curves out the mountain range. 210 mph putting under my feet. Honey’s hand never leaving my lower body. His fingers lifting inching under the barely there fabric. Between the engine and Honey I can feel my need to orgasm rise.

“Pull off here,” the direct saddening me.

It’s a slightly populated area, but open enough for us to over look the ocean. Honey undoes my belt lifting me into the back seat where a Baekhyun has his hard cock out and waiting. Out of gratefullness, I don’t protest bending over to kiss the warm and wet head. Kissing up the side of the shaft that’s spent a considerable amount of time inside me, Honey undoes my shorts exposing my barepussy. They didn’t give me time to grab panties. He slaps my cunt before sinking his fingers into me, palming my clit making me ooze my own heat down his hand while I do use on repaying Baekhyun. I take him as deeply as possible while being eaten out. Honey pumping his own hardon to the tempo. I’m more turned on as I see cars pulling in to enjoy the morning sunrise and I’m hear being eaten out and giving a blowjob. It stirs about a quick first orgasm, my body still sensitive from just hours before hand. They switch my position using me like a doll to sit on Baekhyun’s lap while Honey facefucks me into pleasure paradise. My throat is nearly raw from how deep and fast they’re going. I can feel Baekhyun pushing me to an overstimulated second orgasm as he palms my clit and guides his cock into at an impressive rate. Jooheon grunts as he spills his umpteenth loaf down my throat, and Baekhyun continues his pumping into my cunt until it’s full again of his cum. He produces a small toy. A vibrating toy to hold his cum in and tease me, as we get out to enjoy the day. As I walk I can feel it turn on and off slowing my pace as I feel the need to cum rise in me, I’m weak and just want to go back to the car to ride out these orgasms. But they press on, even when my juices and his drip down and ruin my shorts. I’m just a play thing to them.

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Bite Me

A Vampire Oneshot I dunno who it is Sorry. It’s either Baekhyun or Honey I couldn’t choose.

“There’s no way you could be an assassin,” my boyfriend argues twirling one of my braids around his finger absentmindedly.

“And why not?” I shot back, mockingly offended.

“Because you’re too sweet,” he kisses my forehead, chuckling, his other finger dancing across my collarbone.

“Awe, but in fact I could. I am a force to be reckoned with,” I bend my head back to look at his face, while he traces the hollows of my collarbone, up to my neck and down. He’s so concentrated on me, and it makes me nervous. I know why he’s concentrating so hard, every moment I’m in his arms he can feel my warmth, he senses each beat of my heart, he can smell the blood pulsing through my veins. Yet, he restrains himself, my boyfriend, the vampire.

He’s gentle with me, I’m a tough bitch, spunky, rebellious, domineering some say, but with him…this man with superhuman strength, makes me feel like a fragile doll in his arms.

“Could I…” his eyes shift to mine, “be a vampire?” I question knowing the answer.

He sighs, pulling me up to a sitting position. He wraps his arms around me, his arms wrapping around my chest, and I feel how cold he really is, there’s no warmth coming from him, no blood pulsing through his veins. He’s the undead. “We’ve been over this, Tay” his thick Korean accent still shines through even though he learned English nearly 200 years ago.

“Yea, yea, it’ll break my heart to watch all my family and friends grow old without me. I’ll resent it, I’ll resent you…” I roll my eyes, moving to straddle his hips.

“You don’t seem to be listening,” he says as I pull my my shirt over my head. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Moi?”

“tu sais je parle francais mon amour,” he flexs those deep set dimples as his hands find their way to my hips, “ta belle peau brune,” he effortlessly, breathlessly whispers tracing the tattoo across my rib cage. He kisses my shoulder, “my love,” pulling my bra strap off my shoulder.

My chest heaves up and down, as he touches me. His cold hands, like fire against my skin. “C’est la vie,” I moan out as his dick rises to greet my pussy through his sweatpants.

“Oui, you give me life,” I slow start rocking my hips against him as his lips brush my shoulder, nipping gently up, pausing at the vein along my neck, right there, he could easily end my life with, satisfying his thirst. He restrains himself pressing his lips to my neck continuing to nip at my skin. I tug at his hair pulling him away from my neck, connecting our lip passionately, standing on my knees. He adjust his sweatpants so that his cold, but angry, dick is free to meet my dripping cunt.

He’s barely even touched me and I’m like a bitch in heat for him. With his superhuman strength he rips my shorts clean off my body. “Is my girl hungry for my cock?” He purrs against my lips, pushing my hips down until I can feel his head teasing the entrance on my treasure.

“Fuck me, baby,” he obliges with my request slamming our hips together. I can feel him deep inside me, and all I can do is moan out his name. He takes control, finding a rhythm we can both handle, our hips meeting over and over. He makes me so wet all I can hear is the sound of his dick entering me, hitting deep inside of me.

“Fuck, Tay your pussy is like music to my ears,” I smile as he begins to slow down, making slow deliberate thrust into my cunt. Like he’s making a legit melody with our bodies. He sneaks his hand in between us to massage my engorged clit. Sending me into a frenzy of excitement.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. I need to cum,” the only nan to draw a whimper from me gives me that smiles that keeps me weak as my pussy clenches around him, my orgasm shaking through me. I breath heavily against him, as he continues to pump into me.

“Damn,” he groans as I feel him start to fill my pussy with his cum. “Haha, I think you’ve ruined these sweatpants.” He smiles starting to pull out of me. I know he wants another round, his endless stamina being a challenge for my mere mortal body.

“No, don’t pull out.” He stops pulling out, our cum mixing and seeping out around us slowly. His hard cock pushes back in letting our cum pool at the base of his cock. He lays me down leaving his dick inside, his sweatpants hanging around his waist as he pulls me in to cuddle.

“You just wanna keep my dick warm, don’t you?”

“You wear me out so easily,” truly it makes me feel weak to not be able to keep going all night with him. If he would just turn me, we could fuck until we can’t stand it, but the ability to let him fuck me while I rest. It’s all I can do, I sigh with contentment, while he twitches his dick inside me. I just need a little rest…

I wake up a while later to the gentle nipping at my clit. His sharp canines grazing the lips of my pussy as he assaults my cunt. Him lapping up the combination of our cum, draws out a long moan. “There’s my fucking Queen,” he smiles his beautiful smile. I prop myself up in my elbows to get a view of his black hair casting a shadow over his eyes as his tongue works it’s own magic.

I bite my lip trying to keep my senses as he adds his talented fingers to my dripping core. He continues to tease my insides grazing against that special spot. Every other pump he touches it testing my resolve. One, two, three, attack. He’s enjoying himself, and I’m in such bliss I don’t even notice that I’m biting down so hard, I draw blood.

He stills beneath me, the smell of my blood calling out to him. “Shit,” I whimper as his fingers still midpump. I’m longing for his touch, my orgasm being delayed by the tiny speck. I move my hips in efforts to make him come to his senses.

His eyes focus on my lip, stalking up close to my face, he’s breathtakingly gorgeous as his eyes gloss over. “Babe?” I question and he seemingly comes to some sense that I don’t even realize he needs. He pecks my lips, almost afraid to go any further. The taste…would he be able to control himself?

He starts back from where he stopped, stroking my sensitive bud. As if he’s remembering that he could easily break me. He’s gentle and soft, the pads of his cold fingers against my heat. He continues focusing on bringing me to my climax. His middle and ring fingers pressing softly and constantly against my gspot, while his palm harshly rubs against my clit. He does it expertly, forcing me to my orgasm with a long yell. At the apex of my orgasm he sticks his cock in me, my walls squeezing him as he makes quick, controlled thrust, the sounds of my dripping pussy matching his timing. I’m sensitive and can feel my orgasm being forced to continue beyond limit. My hands wonder up to his chest, toned and sculpted. He’s all that I can understand as being real in the moment, as a secondary orgasm is rushed through me and the feeling of his own cum being empty into me. He pants, and bores his eyes into mine.

Even the undead can love, I feel his love as he stares into my eyes. It feels true, as he rest his head on my chest. His fingers tracing shapes against my side, as I drift off to sleep again.

When I wake next it’s already dusk, a ball gown is laid out on the bed. A note on the side table tells me to get ready and he’d pick me up.

Around 7 I’m ready and make my way to the lobby of my apartment complex, just outside the door sits a dark blue McLaren GT, and the man who holds my heart. His hair perfectly fixed, dressed in a fitted tux, he flexes his jaw as I approach. My heart beating faster, I can’t believe he loves me. He presses his lips to my forehead, whispering how beautiful I look tonight. He escorts me around the car, helping me into the super car. He pulls out of the drive hitting the open road, the twin-turbocharged 4.0-liter V-8 generates 612 horsepower and 465 lb-ft of torque, hitting 60 in 3.1 seconds he pushes it to its limits along the mountain side roads leading us to a remote cliff side mansion.

It looks as if it’s in the process of being restored. It’s old and feels like it’s full of history. The nearly 300 year old building. Lights are strung along the walk ways, wrapped along the twin stair case he guides me up. To a balcony set with candle light and and soft music playing. He holds my hand tightly.

“Dance with me,” he states, guiding me through a waltz. He’s gentle and in control. His dominance clear yet gentle. I rest my head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of love radiating through this night. “Tay,” he begins while dancing. “This is the place, where I was turned. More than 200 years ago, I was orphaned. Left alone in a mansion, with just staff to raise me. I was arrogant and didn’t know how to show love. I didn’t care who I hurt, I wouldn’t let them hurt me first. Til I met this cold woman, I was 27. She was just as cold and unfeeling as I was, she promised me forever. And like that she drained me of what made me human. Replacing it with a desire to be full, and the only thing to satisfy it was blood.” He pauses, “ she left not long afterwards, leaving me confused and angry. I killed any woman who came near to entering my heart, intentionally or accidentally. In the end I couldn’t tell the difference, because I was scared. Scared to be abandoned, scared to take to much from them, scared it wouldn’t fill the multiple voids.” He slows the waltz to look at me, “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. It’s full of sincerity.

“You won’t,” I assure him.

He looks down at me with black eyes. “I know I won’t,” he whispers. He kisses my lips gently and passionately. “Ready for forever,”sweeping my hair to the side, he takes a bite.

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My heart my Baozi

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» EXO’s XIUMIN for MCM, Spring/Summer 2015

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Mark ➝ Not By The Moon

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Just Friends

Kihyun One Shot

“Summer!” My best friend yells. Waving his hand like an idiot in the crowd, beckoning me to him. I roll my suitcase down terminal walk ways. He’s holding a bouquet of calla lilies, just as he knows I love and From the distance I can see him adjusting the camera he always keeps by his side. I roll my eyes as I see the familiar process in his head. The way he sees art in the mundane, the pure smile he hides behind the camera. It’s uniquely Kihyun. He puts his camera down, handing me my lilies. “Flowers, for the newest Federal Aviation Test Pilot,” he congratulates me.

“Aweee, Ki! How thoughtful of you,” I smell my flowers, as he snaps a few close ups of me. “Haha stop! I’m so ready to be home!” I say as he leads me back to his car. We settle back into our same routine as if I hadn’t been gone for the last six months. Singing at the top of our lungs, dancing along to songs we memorized years ago. Heading back to our apartment downtown. A small two bedroom, that we moved into after college. We’ve been friends forever and I can’t remember Ki not being a part of my life, and yet I still want more of him. I’ve seen his dick, more times than he probably realizes. A thick, angry, vein lined cock when he’s “cursed” with morning wood running to the bathroom to stroke one off, and I conveniently decide that, that’s the best time to discuss my dreams while he pretends I can’t tell he’s cumming in the shower.

What I wouldn’t give to wrap my lips around it….

“Summer, I’ve missed you so much.” He says pulling into a rest stop, “And I swore to myself that once you got back, I would tell you how much I care about you.”

“I care about you too, Ki.” Looking confused, maybe he has to pee?

“I was going to wait til we got home, but I just can’t,”

“Well go pee,” I shrug. Wondering if I should pee as well.

“No. Jesus Summer,” he shakes his head, “Summer, I’ve been so in love with you for years. And I just couldn’t keep hiding it.”

“Really,” I’m in shock. Is he a mind reader? “Kihyun, I love you too.” He wasted no time reaching over to kiss me. Pulling me into him, he kisses me hard, his tongue begging for entrance. It’s like he’s starving for me. His tongue dances with mine as I allow him access. All that can be heard is the sound of our lips meeting each other, desperate for one another.

“Damn,” he says pulling away from me, my head spinning from his intoxicating kiss. “I wanted to wait til we got home, and surprise you. But Summer,” he let’s out a long breath. “I’ve been fighting off this boner since you got off the plane.”

My eyes trail down to the same thick angry cock I’ve snuck peaks at for years, it’s obvious in his tight jeans. “What…what do you want me to do?”

He looks at me, seriously for just a moment. “Suck my dick,” it’s more of a command then a request. “Undo my jeans and fucking suck me off,” hes somewhere between horny and delirious. But I honestly couldn’t care. I’ve wanted to wrap my lips around him for years. I undo his buttons with easy allowing his cock to almost snap to full mast.

“No boxers?” I wonder aloud.

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand the friction of my dick against my boxers once I saw you, going commando was ten times worse.” It’s now that I can pick out the wet spot his precum has left on his jeans. It’s surprising, but satisfying. I hesitate for just a second before gripping the base of his cock feeling it throb in my hand, he groans. His precum leaks onto my hand, as he pants watching me intently.

I take my other hand, using my thumb to rub his precum around the head of his dick. Teasingly, I investigate him. Just trying to drive him crazy. “Summer,” he moans my name with his honey sweet voice. My eyes shift up towards him with his head resting on the head rest making eye contact with the driver in the next car over. Hmm should we do this in broad daylight? Hell yes! I wink and lick my lips, before going down on him. His dick fills my mouth with a tasty satisfaction. His hand travels into my hair, gripping on and pushing me down to he’s hitting the back of my throat, then guiding my head up to the head of his cock and back down in long controlled strokes, forcing me to choke and sputter, drooling on him.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamt of you sucking my cock.” He’s lost in this dream like scenario, as I graze my bottom teeth against the underside of him. Pulling off with a loud plop as he releases my hair, his dick glistening with the mix of his precum and my saliva. I snake my hand around him, using long paced strokes, watching his face contort in pleasure he’s getting from me. “Sum…Summer,” his hand covers mind making me up the pace. “I’m gonna cum,” he says through breaths, as the first rope of his white spunk forceful hits my cheek.

The words of one of my best friends ting through my head “ a lady swallows” her cheeky ass. I lower back on him, to drink down all the cum I can. “Damn, Summer. I knew you were a cum hungry whore,” he says wiping a tiny dribble from the corner of my lip.

“Only for you, Ki,” I whisper.

“What do you mean, Sum?”

“I’m only a cum hungry whore for you,” I repeat.

I’m shaken by the adorable laughter, “Summer, you’re talking in your sleep again,” I Groggily open my eyes to the darkness surrounding us. I blink to alertness. Damn it, was it all just a wet dream?

I sit up straight, feeling my own dampness between my legs. “Son of a bitch..”

“Well a fuck you, too” he laughs. Opening the car door, we go about getting my stuff and heading back to the apartment, still oblivious to how much I want him too bury himself in me.

Getting inside, there’s a gift box and card sitting on the table. “I’m gonna go change,” he kisses my forehead. “Welcome home, Babe.”

I grab the gift, reading the note

Congratulations Summer,

I knew that you could do it, and I’m so proud of you. We’ve never been apart for more than a week, and it gave me some time to think. I thought about you, I thought about how you’re my favorite person, my favorite pair of eyes to look into, my favorite name to see on my phone, even if it’s just to ask about food, my favorite way to spend the afternoon, you’re my everything Summer.

So I’m taking my chances, shooting my shot. I bought this for tonight, put it on and meet me in the living room.

-Ki

What? What? Hmmm excuse me? I lay the card down opening the box, revealing a set of lingerie. What the actual hell. My mind moves on autopilot shuffling excitedly to my room, to change. I tie my hair back into a low pony, and slide into the sexy little number. Taking a deep breath, I tiptoe back into the living room, seeing Kihyun shirtless on the couch. Our eyes meet and his smile reaches his eyes, effectively making them disappear.

He stands up, confidence radiating out of his pores. He lifts my chin and kisses me passionately. “I knew you’d come,” he says after breaking the kids.

He stands up, confidence radiating out of his pores. He lifts my chin and kisses me passionately. “I knew you’d come,” he says after breaking the kiss. He strokes my arms. “You have no idea how often you whimper my name when you sleep,” he laughs.

I want to hide my face, but his hand slips between my legs. The crotch less panties betraying my secret, as I gasp at his touch. “I wanted to play with your pussy so much on the way home,” his finger circles my swollen clit, spreading the moisture between my lips. “You kept moaning my name,” he slips a finger inside me, stroking the walls of my pussy, as he continues. “Calling yourself a cum hungry whore,” he bites my bottom lip.

“Ki, k-ki Hyun,” I feel my knees going weak as he finds that special spot that immediately has me wanting to cum. He pushes me up against the wall, squeezing a second finger in, curving it to intensify the sensation, his palm rubbing against my clit.

“A sex starved bitch, aren’t you,” he says roughly kissing my neck.

“Yes Kihyun,”

“Say it,”

“I’m a sex starved bitch,”

“Whose Whore are you?”

“Yours,” I whimper out as he roughly pulls out of me, leaving me empty.

“That’s right, you’re my whore, ,” he kisses me. Hard our tongues dancing, as his boner pokes into my tummy. His thin boxers leaving a cold damp spot on my lower belly. I try to slid my hand into his boxers, only to be blocked by his hand. “Mmm, mm” he says denying me. “You kept saying how much you wanted to wrap your lips around me.” He smirks into the kiss. “So I’m gonna fuck that pretty lip mouth of yours,” he says gripping my cheeks. “Let me pretty girl taste her master,” he says pecking my lips.

My sweet hamster of a best friend is no where to be found, he’s gone full Dom. Something I’ve never expected from him, but it makes me fucking hot. He undoes my bra letting it fall to the floor, he grips my breast, massaging, kneading, groping the tit. Twisting my nipple drawing deep moans out of me.

He smiles his little mischievous smile, “go sit in front of the couch on your knees,” he tells me. As he wonders back into his room, I’m left sitting on my knees, damp, and anxious. I can’t help but stroke my own clit. I’m so far from my own high, My hand is just not cutting it, my pussy just wants him. After what seems like forever, he emerges with a sparkling jeweled plug and some other kind of toy. I’m literally dripping onto the tiled floor under me, and he looks upset.

“Are you fucking master bating right now?” He questions as I move my hands away from my panties, my knees feeling bruised being on them for so long.

“You,” I start

“No no no, you cum hungry slut. You just couldn’t wait for your master to get you fucking off?” He looks at me with disapproval. “Face down, Ass up.” He commands, and I obey. My chest hitting the floor, I can feel my nipples reharden being exposed to the cold floor. His finger inspects my drenched cunt, stroking the folds, and the begging to be abused button. I feel something more foreign bathe in my juices, waiting for his next move. His hand spreads my ass and without warming and only being lubed by my own juices, he pushes the plug into my ass. And all I want to do is cum, feeling so full. He kisses my pussy lips, sinking his tongue deep into my entrance.

“Such a fucking whore,” he slaps my pussy, making my squeak. “I hear that a finger in the ass takes away your gag reflex, so why not a whole butt plug? He twists the jeweled hand in my ass drawing out another moan. My walls pulsating, “I was trying to set up a nicer vibrator so you could cum, but you had to go and touch yourself.” He tsk and sits on the couch. “Back on your knees, I guess I’ll still fulfill one of your wishes. Keep your hands on your thighs, I’m gonna fuck your mouth.” He pulls his boxers down, showing off his fully harden dick, the head red and angry, glistening in precum.

I want nothing more than to hold it, but settle for him pulling my hair the same way he did in my dream and forcing himself deep down my throat, holding me down as his hips snap upwards. His dick slipping deeper into my throat. Causing me to want to gag, but the massive plug in my ass must be doing it’s job. I don’t gag, but he fills my throat. He’s dick slipping in and out of my mouth with little regard to my breathing. He plays with how much I can take, holding me down and counting a loud the seconds I’m forced to breath through my nose as he tries to choke on his monster cock. Before letting me up, over and over he guides my head. Until I hear that common Korean swear, the one he always slips out before he cums.

My friends words ring through my freshly fucked head, I’m a drooling mess as I hear her remind me to not waste a drop. His hips snap harder and faster, before stilling in the back of my throat. Ropes of cum shooting down my throat. He starts to pull back out one landing on my tongue tasting his salty sweet cum, the last ropes hitting my cheek. Painting my face with him.

“Uh, such a pretty bitch covered in my cum.” He runs his finger through his cum, forcing his finger into my mouth. Just so I can suck his finger off. “Such a bad little whore,” he smiles. “Say it,”

“ You’re a bad little whore,” I joke. He rolls his eye giving me that precious smile. “I’m your bad little whore, Kihyun.”

“Daddy,”

“I’m your whore, Daddy,” I can already see him getting ready for a second round.

“Should I fuck my whore?”

“Daddy, should fuck his whore,”

“Mmm I wondering if Daddy can feel that ass plug in your wet little cunt?”

“It’s so big,”

He lays back on the couch, “climb on my dick, let me see,”

I follow his words, dusting off my bruised knees, climbing on too. I line him up and ease myself onto him. “Fuck, Fuck Kihyun. My fuck,” we moan as he fills my pussy, the thin lining between his cock and Butt plug being roughly stroked.

“Damn, you fit like a glove. Your pretty pussy, on my dick,” he holds my hips. “Ride me, like the fucking whore you are,” I grip my tits holding my girls as I start to ride him, rolling my hip up, down and around. I lean forward my tits resting on his chest, as I kiss him deeply, my hips snapping up and down on him. My cunt missed him with each stroke, “Fuck, I need to cum,” I whimper through kisses.

“Don’t you dare, I’m gonna cum first in that pretty pink pussy, then I’ll think about letting you cum.” He flips us over, beginning to drill my cunt his hips snapping into me, sending jolts of pleasure through me, one hand on my hips, and the other stroking my clit.

“Damn, I need to cum,”

“Don’t you,” he can’t finish his sentence as he whispers his favorite curse word, cumming deep inside my pussy, sending me into my own orgasm. He collapses ontop of me, as I squeal through my own. Our heavy breath, matching each other’s as his cum seeps out and down my legs.

“You weren’t supposed to cum,”

“I’m sorry,”

“I’m gonna wreck you’re ass in the morning.”

“Please?”

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Listen if you haven’t seen this video of Kihyun from Monsta X you haven’t lived.

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Kidnapped

Honey one-shot....maybe

My life has always been fairly routine, wake up, coffee, shower, workout, go to work, come home, dinner, bed. Same pattern, same routine. It’s easy enough, doesn’t require a ridiculous amount of worry. On weekends, hang out with my friends. It’s comfortable. It routine. It’s me.

“Hello,” a voice says sitting beside me on my morning bus ride. I respond with a simple head nod, largely ignoring the man beside me, placing my AirPods in, music streams through; mentally prepping me for my morning workout, blocking out the noise of the bus ride. I stand, several stops later, excusing myself from the discomfort of a stranger sitting beside me. I dismiss the thought with the notion that it won’t happen again.

But it does, the next morning the same voice greets me. I take a forgetful glance at him this time, confused as to how and why he’d wound up sitting next to me again. And the next day, again this blonde haired man sits silently next to me. Soon I feel like I’m spotting him everywhere, at the gym, at my favorite restaurants, even at the club my best friends and I frequent…. He seems to be everywhere. And anytime I passed by his eyes seemed to follow. It’s just in my head. Right?

Just. In. My. Head. Bullshit.

I convinced my friends to try out new club that weekend. There’s no way he’d find me here. I believed that truly.

The concussion blasts reverberating through my chest, however; being surrounded by the crowds triggers my claustrophobia. Hundreds of people either yelling "what" at one another, or pretending to hear what the other person actually said and laughing. It’s unlike our usual club. A smaller, but spacious place.

I place my hand on my friends shoulder; gesturing upstairs where there’s more seating and less people. Letting them know I’d be okay, just getting some air. I fight my way out of the crowd, climbing the steps covered in strobing lights to the fairly empty balcony. Leaning against the railing I spot my friends, dancing and carrying on. It’s a good feeling that they’re having fun.

“We meet again,” the familiar deep voice says standing closer than I’d care for, I can feel the hairs on my neck stand on edge. I finally take the moment to truly look at this man. His blue hair falls across his forehead, drawling me into his honey golden brown eyes, a cheeky smile flexing dimples on both sides.

“How the hell do you keep finding me, are you following me?” Maybe it’s the pre-gaming drinks, my natural ability to dominant, or the heels that give me the luxury of being perfectly eye level with him. Not allowing him to look down on me, I refuse to be intimidated

“Perhaps,” he teases,

“What do you want,” I ask not breaking eye contact.

“You, Ms. Tobin,” I’m taken aback by this strangers response. “Only you,” the corner of his smile turns up in the most sinisterly sweet way, making my knees feel weak. “Let me, buy you a drink,” he hits his hands against the railing, before offering up his arm for me. He flexes these deep set dimples that, in my inebriated state, I choose to take. He leads me back to a booth, that overlooks the dance floor. “Rum Runner and a bottle of soju,” he orders from the waitress.

“How’d you know?” I wonder allowed. I surely hadn’t told him.

“I’m an extremely observant man, Ms. Tobin. There’s nearly nothing I don’t know about you,” he leans back draping his arms across the back of booth.

“So you have been following me,” I say sipping on my fruity drink.

“I have my hands and many different pockets, following you has just been some additional fun,” he takes a shot of the clear liquid.

“And why is that? Why me?” I question.

“That smile, you probably don’t remember, but we crossed paths by chance one day,” he begins to spin a tale of how he saw me, and was so entranced by my smile he needed to see me again. But that one time wasn’t enough.

“Bullshit,” I call him out. “No one does shit like that. you saw a pretty girl across the way, and decided to stalk her down?” I roll my eyes. “You use that line often?” I ask as the waitress drops off yet another drink.

“Believe what you’d like, but I’m telling you the truth,” he rests his hand on my knee.

My throat gets a tight, as the warmth of his hand radiates through my body. “Prove it,” I dare. It’s only then I notice just how close we truly are in this large booth. His hand slides under my chin, as he guides my lips to meet his. He pushes his forehead against mine our lips barely inches apart. His kiss leaves me desiring more, his lips warm against mine. His hand other hand travels up my thigh leaving sweet rays of warmth along my skin. Reaching for my covered pussy, his kisses keep my mouth and mind busy, as his long fingers search out my entrance. His palm rubbing against my clit, sending my body into a state of unexpected pleasure for a weekend that was supposed to be like any other. He curls His two fingers searching out that spot to get my riled up. Trying to drawl out that natural moan, he craves. He suddenly, stops kissing me. A smirk playing on his lips, The sweet taste of soju lingering on my own.

“So,”

“Proves nothing, love,” I bite my lip as he leans back, smirking as if he’s in charge.

“Well, then you’re leaving me know choice,” he waves his hand and two large men appear in front of him.

“Yes, sir?” One asks.

“Bring her to my car,” he says as if it’s not an absurd request.

“What do you-“

“Miss, if you’ll come with us. It’ll be easier.”

“Like Hell, I’m going anywhere with you two. Or him,” I start to push my way past them, but they take a firm grip on my arms.

“Really, Miss, it would just be easier.” They look at the nameless man, who just gives them a nod. As they effortlessly lift me. Despite my trashing and kicking they “escort” me into a white two tone blue tour de france and gold Ferrari 488 Pista.

I’m momentarily stunned by the blue alcantara interior with white stitching, running my fingers over one of my absolute dream cars. Am I seriously fucking sitting in a Ferrari?

“Yes, you are,” the blue man says sliding into the drivers seat.

“Who are you?” I ask, as he shifts into drive.

He flexes his dimple one hand on the steering wheel, “you can call me Honey, sweetheart.”

He peels out of the parking lot, hitting 60 in 3.2 seconds. If my panties hadn’t dampened from the kiss, they’ll surely soaked feeling the throttle of all 711 horsepower. He smiles as we hit the open road. “You like that?” He brings the car to a complete stop at the start of an empty high way.

“Do I like being kidnapped and put into a supercar on an abandoned highway?” The sarcasm in my voice is deadly, but I’m actually really excited.

“If you swear not to run off, I’ll let you drive it down the highway.”

My ears perk up, what is the likelihood I’ll ever get to drive a Ferrari again. I toy with the idea, “ fine,” I agree. He switched sides with me, allowing me to feel the carbon fiber and alcantara interior in the palms of my hands.

“You seem to know a lot about cars,” he says relaxing.” I assume you know what you’re doing.” What is with this dude. I bet he just kidnaps all sorts of people, but right now…I get to drive.

I smile at him as I open up all the power that the car possesses. I push it to its max, zipping down the stretch of land, as fast as I can. Damn, “this is amazing!”

The man next to me, Honey, smiles no trace of worry on his dimples face. Soon we’re pulling up to a gated driveway. “Keep going,” he says as the gates begin to open. I pull around the circle drive admiring the residence in front of me. “Put it in park,” he says nonchalantly.

I try to think through my methods of escape as quickly as I can, but coming up empty I’m left stranded, placing the car of my dreams in park. Honey, exits the car coming around to help me out as well. This man has stalked me, fingering me inside a club, kidnapped me and now he’s being a gentleman towards me? What the actual fuck is happening?

He holds my hand bringing me in through the front door, we’re greeted by a man and woman.

“Welcome Home, Mr. Lee, is there anything more you’ll be needing from us tonight?” He dismisses them as if this is the most normal thing in the world. I’m dumbfounded as we walk up the stairs, just following him, he opens the doors to a room that is more reminiscent of a presidential suite than a bedroom. “Ms. Tobin,” he begins.

“I honestly don’t even want to hear it tonight, I’ve been kidnapped and stalked, and then that same person turns around and allows me to drive a car I’ve only dreamed about driving. I’m both incredibly annoyed, and extremely turned on right now.” My wording brings out a devious, yet hopeful smile to his face. “I feel you helping me, release this frustration will be the only fair trade for the first two offenses.” I confidently cross the room, straddling his lap. So far most of this night has been out of my control, and that has just added to my frustrations.

I take his face in my hands, as his hands grip and begin to massage my ass. We maintain eye contact, for a moment, so many thoughts run through my mind. This will either be the best one night stand, or the weirdest relationship ever, but I dismiss these though as soon as I felt his dick hardening against my soaked panties. I had something to accomplish and he was going to satisfy my need. I kiss him first this time, it’s sweet but passionate. He takes the initiative to deepen the kiss, gently guiding his tongue across my lower lip. While his hands roll up the hem of my dress, I begin to unbutton his shirt. His hands are soft as they work at sliding my panties out of the way. I’m finally at the last button, an pull away to admire his toned chest.

A subconscious “wow” slips from my lips, and that familiar dimple flexes as he picks me up, flipping so he’s hovering over me. He’s able to finally pull my panties all the way off, “Damn, Baby” he responds tossing my soaked panties aside. He kisses my lips unzipping my dress, pulling it past my ankles. Revealing my matching bra set. He undoes his belt, and quickly works to wrap it around my wrist, tightening it as much as possible to keep them in place. Reaching under the couch pulling out a suitcase.

“What’s that,” I ask squirming to sit up. He pushes down on my chest with one hand, reaching in the case. He pulls out a powder blue blindfold, sliding it over my eyes. I’m left tied and blindfold, what did he make a check list of my favorite things? I hear what sounds like the clink of ice and the faint sounds of something vibrating. I’m squirming missing the feel of at least my panties rubbing against my clit.

“Patience,” he whispers kissing my lips. I hear the sound of his pants hitting the floor and I’m hoping this means some kind of stimulation. My senses are elevated from the ridiculous amount of time I’ve been left untouched and blindfolded. I can feel him hovering over my pussy, his hot breath teasing me. And without warning his warm mouth turns cold. He uses his tongue to work the ice cube around my clit, pushing it inside me and out. I can’t hold back my moans and squeals of delight. My legs refuse to stay still, as he decides to pin my knees down with his strong hands. His mouth turns warm as the ice melts, and he continues his assault on my pussy, sucking and pulling my clit pushing me to a full blown orgasm. I gasp and whimper as he carefully continues to rub my clit as I ride my high, still blindfolded.

“That was so beautiful to watch, I wonder how many more I can put you through tonight?” His voice is devious and deep. As I start to show signs of coming down, he guides my body down onto the floor, where I’m greeted by a silicone member standing straight. “Work with me darling,” he uses one hand to guide my body and another to guide the dildo into my still pulsating pussy. I gasp as the toy fills me to the brim, and a surprising move of a rabbit ears meets my sensitive abused button. Effectively I’m blindfolded, on a vibrator, on my knees. The introduction of the toy prolonged my high just long enough for him to turn the toy in, amping it up to at what I assume is at least a three, from the sound of the dial. The toy assaults me internally and externally, and I can hear him sigh in contentment at the sounds escaping my lips.

“Are you able to speak, my queen,” he asks, to which I’m unable to respond from the pleasure I’m receiving. “Mmm, I love your little moans.” He heckles, as I feel him pull the fabric of my bra under my breast. He flicks and punches one watching it harden before him, “fuck, your breast are beautiful.” I can only moan as he teases my breast. Suddenly his hands leave my breast, and I’m whimpering from the lack of contact. “Just wait my dear,” he says clamping down on my nipple. I yelp in both pain and pleasure as he does the other. I wish I could see myself, speechless riding a vibrator, nipples clamped, hands tied, and blindfolded. Could this get better?

He grips my pony tail, and guides my mouth over his cock until it hits the back of my throat. He moans as I close my mouth around him. He guides my head up and down as the vibrations from the toy intensify, my moans become harmonious with his own. He picks up pace as he turns the toy up to five and we both begin to cum, he holds my head down cumming down my throat. Even if I didn’t find it lady like to swallow, I wouldn’t have been more happy to swallow. At which point he finally removes my blindfold.

He doesn’t turn the toy off, forcing me to stay fully stimulated as my orgasm pulses through me. I feel tears pooling in my eyes from the overstimulation I’m receiving. But big girls don’t cry. He catches his breath, stroking his wet cock. Keeping his hard-on going. He leans down over me, “are you having fun, baby?” He kisses my smiling face, lifting me up. The toy finally leaves my body giving me brief relief as he lifts me up. He carries me Princess style to the table in the adjacent room. He sets me on all fours, settling in behind me on the table he sinks his cock in me.

“Fuck,” I moan out as he expertly rolls and rocks his hips into me, his hands resting on my hips.

“Let it all out,” he tells me, our bodies slapping together, the sound fills the room. We both moan and enjoy the feeling. He pulls on my nipple claims until they finally snap off, and I’m yelping at the sensation.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I repeat feeling my orgasm peaking.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” He says as I hit my high, I can feel his cum coating the inside of my pussy. He holds onto me, riding out each rope.

He holds his dick inside me, as we both lay down on the table catching our breath.

“Honey,” I say as he pulls me into his chest.

“Yes,”

“That was fun,” he kisses the nap of my neck, undoing my bra for my comfort. After a moment, he pulls out, letting his cum ooze out of me. “Oh,” I shudder at the feeling.

“Damn,” he whispers watching it drip from my naked body. “Next round I wanna paint your body,” he teases.

“Next?”

“I told you, I wanna watch you cum as many times tonight as possible,” he smiles.

“Give it your best shot, I’m cold and tired.” I complain, feeling the ac kick on.

“Here,” he lifts me again.

“You just love picking me up, don’t you?”

“Well I’ve been looking forward to this night for quite some time, I gotta show off.” He mumbles something under his breath something ominous.

“Mmm, it is a splendid view.” He takes me to a bedroom, laying me down.

“I’ll let you rest for a little bit, but the night is still young.” He climbs in next to me, sliding his cock back into me. “Keep my dick warm?” He more states than asks as I lull to sleep. I can just barely hear him, as he strokes my side. “It’s be so nice if you stayed here willingly, instead of me keeping you here.”

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韓ON! BOX!! EP. 10

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Trust Me

One Shot...maybe

His hair was still a mess, trace evidence of the night before. And through that soft morning light I realize that this strange man, is without a doubt the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. He rakes a single hand through his long messy hair, looking down on me. “I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” he whispers leaning in to kiss me.

And trust him I do. Was that a mistake?

Much of the night before was a blur, but the memory that shines through is the moment we locked eyes. His eyes seemed almost red as they set on me, like a demon hunting for its prey. Before I knew it his hands were on my waist, a claim was set. And it began a relationship of sorts I was ill prepared for.

As he pulls out for the last time, leaving me completely spent, I can’t help but find myself drifting off. His profile fading into a dreamy pleasure filled bliss.

When I wake the sun is high and I’m left alone in a bed that’s not mine. Sitting up quickly, the pain of a night of drinking rushes through my head. “Too much, definitely too much,” I groan wrapping the blanket around me. My clothes, like the red eyed man, are no where to be found. Dragging the blanket behind me, reaching the bottom of the stairs, I manage to stumble upon the kitchen, set on the island is a bowl of apple slice and a note waiting out for me.

Good Day Summer, I will be returning home around 5pm. There’s a bathroom upstairs with some clothes set out for you. Be here when I get back.

-Jay B

What if I don’t want to be here? I wonder? But seeing as the only thing he supplies me with is an oversized white T-shirt, and unless I wanna run through the city naked I’m at his mercy. The bathroom is spacious, a claw foot bathtub sits in the middle of the room and various soaps and perfumes fill the shelf space.

“What is this man doing,” I wonder aloud. I don’t even know where my phone is! Where are my clothes? I feel like Rapunzel locked in a tower. But at least I can take a nice long bath while I wait for this mysterious man to come back. Around 4:30 I’ve finally left the bath, dawned the oversized white T-shirt he’s left me. I’m sitting on his couch legs folded under neath each other. Waiting in silence for my captor...have I willingly been kidnapped?

He finally enters through the door, raking his hand through his hair and a devious smile plays on his lips. “You’re still here,” his stride is long and confident as he takes a seat across from me.

“Well where else would I be? You took my clothes,” I bite back. His eyes travel downwards, obviously trying to take a sneak peek.

“Do you often not wear panties,”

“I don’t see how that is any of your concern,” I note, sliding my knees together so he can’t peek.

He smiles before pulling a stack of papers from his bag. He places them on the coffee table, leaning back like a Villian. Daring me to read it. I can’t help myself from picking it up.

“Are you serious?” I ask reading over this contract he’s placed before me.

“To be fair you consented to it last night,” he’s nonchalant about it. “You were….” His eyes roam my body sparks an excitement in my body, “more than excited,” I notice him shift in his chair at his clear memory of the last night.

“I don’t remember last night,” I note. “But I can see how fun this could be,”

“I’ll just warn you that I’m not the most affectionate,”

“nor do I promise to listen the first time,” and just like that we’re tailoring our agreement.

“So, do you trust me?” He asks handing me the pin. The last page, to sign or to not sign. This man with dark eyes, that I’ve known less than 24 hours, is now more or less in my Dominant. Why the hell not, I think.

“I trust you,” we both sign and he takes the liberty, well I guess his right? to kiss me deeply.

He’s aggressive and I can feel him inserting his dominance. Guiding me to lay back on his white couch. He’s somewhere between needy and demanding. His hand slides to the bottom of the shirt I’ve been wearing all day, pulling at the hem. He’s eager to truly stake his claim over me, and something in his kiss makes me feel okay with that.

He manages to pull the shirt swiftly over my head, leaving me naked once again. He leans back almost admiring my body, his long hair falls into his eyes bring back the clear memory of him from the night before, hovering over me. He looks ready to devour me, like the demon he is, and I can feel the familiar tingle between my thighs. Begging for touch.

He smirks exposing his gorgeous smile, before his lips cover mine again. His hand travels between my legs, stroking my sensitive button sending a shiver up my spine. And in a blink of an eye his fingers sink into my entrance, earning a more than appreciative moan into his mouth.

“Yes baby girl, let me hear you.” He pumps his two fingers in and out at a painstakingly slow pace, as he kisses down my neck. He bites and nips at the flesh along my jaw drawing out sharp gasp and moans. He’s teasing and torturing me, enjoying every moment judging from the rate of growth of his cock, pressing against my abdomen. It sparks joy in my chest that this man is craving my body. I take the initiative to begin undoing the buttons on his shirt, all the while trying not to reach my own orgasm before I’ve truly gotten to enjoy him fully.

As I reach the final button, I’m aware of how soaked and abused my pussy is. His fingers glisten as he brings his fingers to his lips to taste me. In just this short amount of time he has me ready to unravel. I push his shirt off his shoulders exposing the same chiseled chest I was privileged to see this morning. The light in his eyes signals the cruel idea that has entered his head. Using his discarded button down he ties my wrist together , trailing his fingers down my sides he kisses along my collarbone. Taking his time to gingerly kiss each bit of skin down my sternum, he encloses his lips around my nipple while his hand mirrors his mouth. Biting and sucking, pinching and pulling, my hands tangle in his long hair.

“Fuck it,” I whisper between moans. He licks my now hardened nipple, blowing on it. The cool breeze of his breath causes me to arch my back, crossing and pointing my toes in pure excitement.

“Don’t worry, I will,” he heckles standing up. His bulge in his jeans is obvious, and makes my mouth water as he comes closer. He grabs my wrist tied by his shirt pulling me roughly to the floor, “on your knees,” he demands undoing his Louis Vuitton belt. As I get to my knees, I come face to face with his dick. It’s hard, and angry, leaking precum onto the cold floor. “Suck it.”

And despite what I had said moments before, I listen the first time, wasting no energy fighting my primal desire to have him in my mouth. He’s larger than I expect, he fits perfectly in my mouth. As I wrap my mouth around him, I can hear the almost guttural moan leave his lips, his hand grips around my pony tail pulling my hair tightly, guiding me to bob back and forth along his cock. His hips begin to rock in harmony, forcing his dick deeper in my throat by the second. I can feel the drool dripping onto my chest as he continues to thrust harder into the back of my throat. “Damn, yes I love that big pink wet mouth of yours. Letting me fuck, your pretty mouth.” His thrust get sloppier and my jaw seems to lock. I’m furiously breathing through my nose as he pulls my hair back. I can see the pleasure on his face through the tears welling in my eyes. He inhales deeply pulling out of my mouth folding my head back with one hand and continuing to pump his wet dick with the other as his orgasm hits him. His cum hits my apple cheeks, coating my face with him.

He laughs as I’m forced to lick the cum off my lips. “You like being coated in the cum of a man you just met, you whore.” He leans over to kiss my clean lips. “You like being someone’s personal whore?” He smiles sliding his fingers between my thighs dipping once again into my pussy. “And you’re completely soaked, just dripping wet for your master.” He slaps my boob causing me to moan out. “Tell me.”

“I like it,” he pulls on my nipple, making me squeal.

“Yes, I like being your whore, sir,” he corrects.

I repeat him, biting my lip. Feeling cum still drop off my cheeks, onto my boob. He smiles pulling me up once more by my tied wrist, leading me to a bedroom. How did I not notice this room with a keypad? He types in a code before dragging me in. It’s dark at first, but soon a soft blue light waves over the room. A bed sits near the back of the room, chest of drawers line the room a grid hanging above the bed. “Alexa, I need cuffs.” He says nonchalantly and a top drawer opens revealing several different types of cuffs. He picks out a pair, a long with a matching collar. I stand in the middle of the room in awe, horny, wet, and in awe. He undoes his shirt swapping it for actually cuffs, and and locks me into my collar. He continues to drag me towards the bed, slapping my behind as we reach it.

“Stand on the bed, hands up.” He locks my hands to the grid hanging above the bed, my collar and leash as well, leaving me lightly choked. He finished by positioning himself and using a remote to lower me to my knees. He continues to lower me down onto his already prepped cock. He roughly enters me for who knows how many times in the last 24 hours. Our hips meet as his guides my hips to roll on him, while he thrusts passionately into my pussy.

“Listen to all that noise, you’re so wet,” he laughs as I moan, feeling him fill me and leave constantly. He rubs my clit as he continues his assault on my body.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” I start to panic, my body hasn’t felt this good in so long. I don’t want to hold it back, I don’t even try as I feel my body reach its peak. He grunts and continues to assault my sensitive button as I go through my orgasm, keeping me on edge. Overstimulating me, keeping my high while he continues to fuck me. I feel the tears welling in my eyes as I’m forced into yet another orgasm far to close together. It’s both pain and pleasure. “Jay B, I Can’t I cant,”

He punches my nipples, “Sir,” drawing out a shriek of pain and pleasure.

“Sir, I can’t,” I whimper, as he keeps going.

“Oh, my pretty pet I think you can. Give your master one more,” he taunts, gripping my hips hard, using his strength to force me to ride him harder and faster. I can hardly breath, my body is exhausted and I can’t focus much more. Three in a row in such a short amount of time. I’ve never forced my body through that. “You’re almost there, I can feel you around my shaft come on, squeeze my cock” he sounds like a kid in a candy shop. I can feel my third waving over me, followed by the warmth of his own orgasm filling me.

He pulls out, leaving me dripping onto the bed hanging from my wrist. He smiles as his chest heaves, undoing my chains. I lay on the bed my whole body on edge. He lays next to me, undoing my pony tail. “Do you still trust me?”

“I do, master” I say after a moment.