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Kinktober Day 10

Knife kink - Ji Changwook

!dom Changwook

“Fuck,” You gasp, eyes widened in fear, “Shit… Wook.”

You are silenced with the cool metal pressed to your throat, not daring to make a move, not that you could while he holds you up against the wall with his full body strength. You are terrified of what he could do, but you put your full trust into him, satiating his desires as well as your own.

“Stay still, sweetheart,” He murmurs, “You don’t want to get hurt now, do you? I might slip.”

You barely breathe, head swimming as Changwook’s free hand traces down your chest, your bare skin unmarked so far, though you aren’t sure for how long.

His gaze is unwavering, leaving you feeling more vulnerable than ever, which in turn has you flushed, hot and ready for him to take you however he pleases.

“What if I fight?” You ask him, “What would you do to control me?”

It always fires him up when you ask questions, making him think of punishments drives him insane. It is your own way of telling him ‘do whatever you want to me’ without having to say it aloud, and he knows that.

“I don’t think I’d let you fight,” He growls, “I have a few things in mind to subdue you.”

You stifle a scream as he roughly turns you around so that you face the wall, pressing your face up to it, the knife now held against the back of your neck. This is far more dangerous, and you are far more turned on, whimpering at the feeling, your legs spreading apart without him even having to ask you.

“Take me,” You breathe, “Please, Wook… I’m yours.”

You can feel his cock, with his body pressed to yours, the tip rubs against the small of your back, and you stand up on your toes in an attempt to get him to come into you. You are enticing him, with every second more a painful anguish, the blade pressed hard enough that any false movement could cause trouble, you are sure that you are dripping for him, definitely ready.

“You really want this, don’t you?” He asks, bending slightly at the knees to give himself a better angle, “You love it when I make your heart race, you’re fucking crazy.”

The pain of him entering you is sharp, you are never adjusted even if he were to have prepared you, your nails scratch at the wall as he thrusts hard enough for your feet to leave the floor.

“Shit,” You cry, “Fuck yes, more, please.”

Changwook thrusts into you again, so hard that you swear your hips are going to bruise against the wall. You rest your head back against his chest, and he trails the knife along your neck with just enough pressure to leave a red line behind, but not enough to bleed.

“You’re doing so well,” He praises you, “I was really hoping I would break you tonight.”

You roll your eyes, but are quickly distracted by another moan as he hits a sweet spot inside you. He has been hellbent on getting you to drop your safeword lately, but has not succeeded yet, no matter how hard he takes you, it is never enough.

“Harder!” You whine, “Oh, fuck!”

He does exactly as you asked, fucking you harder than you were expecting, knocking the wind out of you and almost causing your head to fall forward, the knife piercing your skin just slightly, though this makes you moan even louder.

“Oh, you’re so fucking filthy,” He purrs, “Fuck, you’d let me fucking kill you if I wanted, wouldn’t you, slut?”

You leave scratch marks in the paint on the wall, gasping for air as he thrusts into you over and over, nodding furiously in agreement with him. All you are and all you want to be is his to use and take from, it gives you immeasurable pleasure to be fucked like the whore that he makes you out to be.

“Fuck,” You stutter, “All yours, fuck… I’m so close.”

Reminding him that you are his own is all that it takes for him to fuck you right up to your peak. Your body shakes as you tip over the edge, clenching to him while he fucks you through it. You aren’t sure at what point he climaxes too, but you hear the clatter of the blade as he drops it to the floor, his hand taking position around your throat to choke you while he fills you up, keeping you steady until he has nothing left to give.

“You’re too good to me,” He murmurs, kissing up the side of your neck as he catches his breath, “All mine.”

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itstheoneshot · 2 years

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Daddy Issues

Summary: Your methods of de-stressing are not exactly the most conventional, though there is not much about any of your life that is.

Word Count: 4k

Pairing: Ji Changwook x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Age Gap Relationship, DDLG, Age Regression, Oral Fixation.

You didn’t mean to fall for him, truly you didn’t.

It was only meant to be a one night stand, after your friends had convinced you - along with a lot of liquid courage - to go and strike up a conversation with the insanely handsome man at the bar. He had been apprehensive at first, and even before he said it aloud, you knew that he was much older than you, like… much, much older.

Did your jaw drop when he told you he was 32? Yes. Did you lie, and tell him that you were 21, rather than 17, like your fake ID said that you were? Also yes. He did fall for it at first, and you hit it off, sharing drinks and flirting overtly until he finally asked you to come home with him, and of course you did.

The sex was incredible, but the way that he stared at you when you woke up in the morning was what really kept you around. You became the centre of his world so quickly, as he did yours, and you didn’t look back for a second. You were living with him within days, much to the disappointment of your friends, all totally weirded out by the age gap, but it worked for you, and you had never been happier.

You turned 18 mere weeks after you begun your relationship with him, and you were blown away by the effort that he put in to make sure it was the best day ever, after finding out that your dead mother and your estranged father had never celebrated your birthday, and this is something that he has maintained for the following three birthdays that you have spent together too.

Now you are 21, finishing your university post-graduate, and you are fully supported by the incredible man that you fell for by a chance meeting at a dingy bar in Seoul.

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Ji Changwook was an editor, established and successful, and this gave you the opportunity not only to study without needing to work to support yourself, but to spend all of the time you wanted with him as he worked from his home office most days. The dynamic that you shared was perfect for you both, in your never-ending honeymoon phase, being able to share three meals a day together, work and study at your own pace, it just… fit.

“Jagiya!”

You hear his voice from down the hall, you are just finishing up the dishes in the kitchen, you had gotten distracted with study after you had lunch whilst Changwook returned to his office to continue working to the deadline closing in. You dry your hands with a towel, hanging it to dry over the sink before you skip down the hallway to where your boyfriend is.

“Yes?” You ask, peeking your head in the door just as he turns around to face you.

His eyes light up as he sees you, the same way that they always do, and he reaches out to you expectantly, and of course you walk over to him, feeling the way that your skirt swishes against your legs as you bounce on your feet.

“I missed you.” He murmurs, taking his hands to your hips as you move to straddle him, adjusting you in his lap to where you sit perfectly, with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Daddy…” You sigh with a playful roll of your eyes, though you bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, letting it ground you, “It hasn’t even been an hour.”

Changwook kisses your cheek, and you turn your head to face him so that he kisses your lips instead. You truly are enamoured by him, and you are sure it will always remain this way, nothing has ever or will ever compare to the way that he makes you feel.

“I know, my love… I just missed you,” He replies, “You finished your assignment last night, didn’t you?”

You take a deep, relieved breath as you nod, glad to have done exactly that. Your last assessment before exams, which if you pass, means you will finally have your business degree. It has been a long journey through school, and you cannot wait to leave those days behind.

“I did,” You say with a smile, “Now I have two weeks off before my exams start.”

Changwook holds you tight to him, squeezing gently before he releases the pressure, as you rest your head on his shoulder to continue to stare at him as he talks to you.

“I thought so,” He hums, “Then stay here like this while I do some more editing? I only have a few days left to get this finished, and you know that I work better when you are with me.”

As if you would ever complain or say no to being in his arms, so you wrap your legs around him a little tighter as he moves his chair closer to the desk. Changwook kisses your forehead before he begins to type, and you let yourself grow dazed in his lap, content and comfortable, your favourite place to be.

You are half-asleep, daydreaming, of Changwook of course, he is all that you think about, no matter what state you are in. Despite already being almost as close as you could possibly be, dream-you wants him even closer. You picture the way that his large hands look against your small frame, the way that he gets you under his control at the simplest of actions… and you’re awake now.

You become hyper-aware of the gym shorts that Changwook is wearing, and the way that your skirt sits, leaving you nearly fully exposed, with your barely-clothed core pressed against him. You squeeze your eyes shut, you know that your boyfriend needs to work, and you don’t want to distract him from that.

It isn’t easy though, you are always needy for him anyway, and you tighten the grip of your arms around his chest, burying your face into his neck again if only to stop yourself from whining. It is pathetic, the way that you slip without him even saying anything, or doing anything, yet here you are, trying your hardest not to shift too much in his lap, and it is only getting worse.

Though Changwook is attuned to you, truly like something out of a soulmate fantasy, he takes his hand to your face, brushing across your cheek with his thumb to get your attention, and to let you know that you have his.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He asks you softly.

You don’t want to reply, slipping further at the use of the endearing pet name that he calls you, and the way that his chest reverberates with the deep baritone of his voice. You have to though, you can’t leave him unanswered.

“Nothing…” You mumble, hoping that Changwook doesn’t pick up on the lisp that has dropped into your speech, your th sounding more like an s, and you blush again.

In hindsight, you should have expected this. After a hectic few weeks of cramming assessments, and all of the study preparation for your exams, it should be no surprise to you that you were due to regress, once you felt you were in a safe enough environment to do so.

“Doll…” He sighs, as he tilts your head up, forcing you to make eye contact, “Tell me what’s going on.”

You shake your head, your instincts wanting to fight this, as you repeat internally to yourself, you can’t distract him, he has work to do. Your eyes are wide and blown-out, and they only grow wider as Changwook presses his thumb to your pouted bottom lip.

“Okay,” Changwook continues, not moving his thumb away as he takes his other hand back to his keyboard, “You just tell me when you’re ready to talk, please?”

You swear that you could cry, desperately clinging to his shirt as you try to resist the temptation, but you find your mouth opening, as Changwook had expected, and closing again now with his thumb between your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel the pad of his finger against your tongue, and the calm that it brings you is instantaneous.

He holds you close, his four fingers stroking your cheek as his thumb remains in your mouth, your tongue wraps around it as you suck gently, soundlessly whimpering against him, grounding yourself. It is nice like this, getting the care that you had always so desperately craved, that you had spent the first 17, almost 18 years of your life searching for before you met the man of your dreams.

You are not sure how much time passes, as you listen to Changwook type with one hand, and you hold his other wrist with your two hands, soon replacing his thumb with his middle and index fingers, preferring their length, the way that they sink further down to your throat. You can feel him harden underneath you, far past the sick perversion, it works for you, it always has, your faux-innocent obsession, it drives him crazy.

“Daddy,” You mumble, words almost intelligible as you refuse to remove his fingers from your mouth, “You almost finished work?”

Changwook stops typing, and he raises his hand to the back of your neck, guiding you to sit up straight so that he can make proper eye contact with you, though your vision is a little blurry this far into subspace.

“Babydoll,” He murmurs, his stare is deep as he analyses your body language, “You’re feeling really small, aren’t you?”

It is a little hard to think, head growing foggier the deeper his fingers move down your throat, but you wiggle your hips a little, whining as you feel just how fucking hard he is under you.

“Not too little,” You manage to stutter out, “Jus’ need Daddy’s attention, do work later, k?”

Changwook tugs you closer to kiss him, though you are not quite ready to let go of his fingers just yet, and you fumble to try and find a way to both kiss him, and keep them in your mouth at the same time. It doesn’t really work, and you end up laughing as you try again, before you reluctantly pull his hand away so that you can kiss him harder.

“You know you have all of my attention,” He replies when you pull away to breathe, “I think I’ve done enough work for today… now how can I help?”

You still hold his wrist in your two hands, and you stare at his fingers as you try to focus. It is hard, you aren’t sure what you want, really. You furrow your brows as you try your hardest to think, eventually taking his fingers to your mouth again in hopes of clearing up the fog that has clouded your judgement.

“Want Daddy’s fingers…” You reply as you pull his hand away just a little, gently nipping at his fingertips as you hold his wrist out in front of you, going cross-eyed as you try to focus on them again.

Changwook looks at you puzzled for a moment, before it clicks that you are not taking his fingers into your mouth anymore, just staring. You wiggle your hips again, impatient but unable to convey with words exactly what it is that you want. Though once more, Changwook uses his soulmate-like senses to figure you out, knowing you so well, it doesn’t take long for him at all.

“Ah,” He hums, as you relax your grip on his wrist, but you don’t let go, “You want Daddy’s fingers somewhere else, don’t you?”

You feel yourself tense up at the idea, nodding eagerly with your eyes squeezed shut, “Need it, Daddy,” You agree, “Need it so bad, it hurts.”

Changwook pouts at you, as he moves his hand to exactly where you want it, trailing over your core, his touch is electrifying even though it is barely there at all. You involuntarily grind forward, wanting, no, needing some form of stimulation, nothing on your mind other than your partner, and your imminent release.

“Oh, nae sarang,” He sighs, just as his fingers hook into your panties to pull them aside, “You’re soaked through.”

You whine as his fingers brush against your swollen clit, tears in your eyes as you begin to kiss his neck, and you finally let his wrist go, to instead run your fingers through his hair at the same moment that he breaches you.

One finger first, his middle finger, long and thick, though of course you still want more, but you try to be patient, as hard as it is. You attempt to focus, wanting to stay still, but your hips jerk as he pulls his hand back, only to add a second finger for the next ministration.

“Daddy-“ You cry, muffled against the skin at the junction between his neck and shoulder, “M-more, please?”

Changwook happily does as you ask, his fingers working you faster, just the way that you like it. You are unsure whether it is helping the fogginess in your head, or making it worse, but it feels so good, and your high-pitched moans only make that more obvious. You try to ground yourself by licking, sucking and biting your boyfriend’s neck, though this is to no avail once his thumb begins to rub your clit in time with every thrust of his fingers.

You are practically dripping down his hand when your first orgasm comes close to breaking through, tugging desperately on his hair as a steady repetition of ‘Daddy, daddy, daddy…’ leaves your lips. Hips flexing at the exact rhythm that he works you, and you know that you won’t be able to hold this back.

“Babydoll,” Changwook soothes you, “You know you don’t have to ask permission… Cum for me, it’s okay.”

He is right, but the reminder was needed, as you allow yourself to feel, almost pulling his hair out at the roots as he gets you to orgasm for him. It is incredible, more so than usual, it has been a good while since you have slipped this far, and the sensation is indescribable, so much more euphoric than it is when you are your stable self.

“Good girl,” Changwook praises, though the way that his fingers continue to move tells you that he is nowhere near done, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You can only nod, words are too hard, and you move to drape your arms over his shoulders, clasping your hands together behind his neck, giving you more strength to hold yourself up. You kiss everywhere that you can reach, all over his face, his ears, his neck, as one orgasm becomes two, and onto three almost immediately after the second slows down.

Your mind is blank, thinking of nothing as he continues to work you, and he lifts his free hand to your mouth, encouraging you to take his fingers again, knowing that you need them to feel some sense of control. It helps, sucking feverishly as your fourth orgasm washes over you, sending you further into stupor though you do not want this to end. With every grind down as he thrusts into you with his fingers, you feel how hard his cock is and he knows that you can feel it too.

“Do you want something else, babydoll?” Changwook asks you, his voice is soft, but you can hear the condescension, he knows that you cannot speak and he is teasing you over it.

You whine, muffled around his fingers as he continues to touch you, though the intensity of his thrusts are less, the way his thumb works your clit is not. You try to nod, but your brain is essentially mush at this point, unable to control yourself, or hold yourself up as orgasm number 5… at least you think it is 5, breaks through and has you in tears.

“D-d-daddy,” You struggle to speak, “Please…”

You are so well behaved even in such a state, your manners are perfect, even if they are the only things you can maintain. You know that Changwook can read your mind, or at least the subconscious of it, he knows exactly what you want, even if he will tease you about it until he finally gives in.

“Come on, doll,” Changwook coaxes you, slowing down his movements even further, but not pulling his fingers out of you just yet, “Should I take you to bed?”

You nod as best as you can, moving to kiss Changwook’s neck as he takes his hands away from where they were, and he moves them under your thighs to give him the ability to pick you up. You are grateful for his strength, and for the sheer size difference, as with ease he stands, with you almost completely limp in his arms, and he carries you away from the desk and out of the office.

Everything is a blur, but you cling to Changwook as he takes you to your bedroom. He is gentle as he places you down onto the bed, and you lift your hips up on instinct for him to pull your skirt and soaked panties down. You look at him, dazed as he undresses you, wanting to help him but incapable of it, and he soothes you with a gentle tracing of his fingers on your now bare skin, all clothes cast aside before he begins to undress himself too.

You are practically drooling at the sight of him when he finally kicks his shorts off at his feet. His cock is so hard, and he wastes no time guiding you further back on the bed, resting your head in amongst the pillows before he takes his hand to your core again.

You cry out in overstimulation, but you don’t want it to stop, and your pleading eyes indicate Changwook to keep going. You desperately try to pull him closer, though at this point he cannot possibly be any closer to you, his body pressed to yours as he kisses you with force, as you moan into his mouth when you feel his cock against your inner thigh. His size is a stretch at the best of times, though you are prepared for it today, well and truly so, you are ready now.

“Deep breaths for me, babydoll,” He murmurs, as you feel the tip at your entrance, his hand wrapped around the shaft as he guides himself there, “I’ll go slowly.”

You want to protest, you want to tell him to fuck you hard, but your breath catches in your throat as he breaches you. The moan that leaves him is deep and guttural, slow and drawn out as you take him in all the way. You lift your hips, indicating for more, though the feeling is overwhelming, it is exactly what you wanted, he fills you perfectly every time.

When he pulls back only to thrust in again, it is your turn to cry out, high on the feeling of him inside you, the overstimulation from the endless peaks he has pulled you through, it is incredible, as it always is. Tears prick the inner corners of your eyes, as your fingers run through his hair, settling once more at his broad shoulders as his movements begin to speed up, matched in perfect time as you become more comfortable.

“Fuck,” Changwook moans, “You’re so perfect, my love, fuck… you feel so good.”

It is hard to articulate what you are feeling, your vision a complete blur through the pleasure and your tears, but you stare up at him as he fucks you, unable to focus on anything else other than his silhouette, and his cock as with each thrust he pushes you closer to the edge again. You have no idea how long this will last, or what he is going to do, but you know that his goal here is to make you feel euphoric, and he is going to achieve it.

Your back is arched, with Changwook’s hand underneath you to hold you up, bettering the angle for you to take him deeper, each thrust a promise to bruise you inside, but you couldn't care less how hard it may be to walk after this. Time both flies and stands still as Changwook fucks you, and you are unsure anymore when one high ends and the next begins, the pleasure too much to decipher, his cock too perfect to differentiate between build up and overflow.

“Daddy,” You whine, trying to regain some form of consciousness, wanting to be more present in the moment, as enjoyable as it is to be fucked senseless by your boyfriend, “Wanna ride you, please?”

Changwook’s eyes flutter shut as he just imagines it, taking no time to roll over onto his back, pulling you up on top of him without even pulling out. The new angle is exactly what you needed, deeper, curved perfectly to hit that swollen inner nerve with every lift up and drop of your body. Changwook holds onto your hips to keep you stable, as you rest your hands on his chest for extra support, staring down at him under you as he helps you bounce on him.

You are almost numb from overstimulation, thighs burning as you exert all of your energy. Changwook can feel you faltering, so with an extra forceful thrust, he throws you forward, giving him the ability to thrust up into you from under. You press your forehead to his, a steady chant of his name leaves you until he gives you his fingers to suck on again. You are close to sobbing now, so near to your limit, though you are sure that Changwook is not far off either, as each thrust is more intense, but more off rhythm, as he tries to hold back just a little longer.

“Fill me,” You beg him, words garbled around his fingers as you furiously wipe at your crying eyes, “G-gonna cum again… need Daddy’s cum too.”

You know that you are a pathetic mess, but that is what you needed, and what Changwook wanted too. With permission to finish, and a slight shift in the pressure he places on your clit, you begin to clench to him for what you hope will be the final time for now. You know that this is going to be messy, but you are far too gone to care, and you push his fingers out of your mouth so you can kiss him, licking into his mouth as your bodies release in sync.

His warmth fills you, as he shoots his load in hot bursts, overflowing from you as his thrusts begin to slow down. You love it, the way that he makes such a mess, exacerbated by the fact that you are on top, shaking in his arms as you try your hardest not to collapse from exhaustion. You don’t move off him, once you slow to a stop, moving to rest your head on his shoulder, catching your breath as your chest heaves. You cling to him as he gently turns to the side, rolling you onto your back so that he can finally pull out, chuckling as you whine loudly at both the loss and at the feeling of his seed dripping out of you.

He leans down to kiss you again, smoothing your hair back off your sweat-beaded forehead, and you start to see with more clarity as you kiss him back. It is still foggy, but so much better, and you are sure it will only continue to improve, as it always does.

“I love you, Daddy,” You say, “So much.”

Changwook presses his nose to yours lightly, staring at you with the same adoration that he had on that first morning after you went home together the very first time. You are grateful, for everything that he has done for you, loving you wholeheartedly despite your trauma, history, and everything else about you that you hate.

“I love you, babydoll,” He replies, “I love you.”

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