ZB1 Oneshots and Smuts(Read Description)

Kim Jiwoong ~Smut

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I sigh before putting my phone down. I roll over the bed and slip onto my flip flops, I head over to the bathroom and take a quick shower before putting on my makeup and choosing a dress to wear. Since it's a new club, I want to look stunning for my first visit. I ran my fingers across my hair one last time before I heard my phone ring. I pick up. "It'd be nice if you turn up today, you know?" I hear Ricky yell across the phone. "Oh yeah, sorry.." I say, checking myself out in the mirror. "Bitch, get your ass here right now!" He says before hanging up. I quickly send a quick prayer, hoping that Jiwoong doesn't come home early so that I can sneak back home in time before exiting the house.

If you're wondering where he is: he told me that there was this new place, he didn't specify where, that opened up and the owner had loaned money off of him but hadn't returned it...so he's gone to have a word with that poor guy. Personally, I don't think he's gone to just "talk," but it's business shit yknow? There's nothing I can do about it.

Ricky beeps the car horn, growing impatient by time. "I'm coming, patience." I say, rolling my eyes whilst getting in the car, i chose the back seat just in case Ricky crashes the car. Again. "How long does it take for one to get changed?" He says sarcastically. "As long as it takes....now eyes on the road, you're gonna get us killed!" I say, holding onto the back of his seat.

After what felt like a millennium, we finally arrived at the classy club. There were bouncers at the front, and led lights were everywhere. It was a nice, dimly lit room with people making out here and there. Some people were dancing. some were taking shots, and others just came to socialise, like myself. Ricky drags me to the counter and orders tequila. "We are gonna get wasted today. Well, you are. I've got to drive. "What? No. Let's just -" I get cut off. "Cmon Y/ N, don't ruin the fun. I will take care of the cost and everything!" He assures. "I'm not trying to force you, but I've recognised that since you got married last month... you've been stressed, and well, you just haven't been yourself. So here, drink up and I will take you home!" He says, grabbing the tequila bottle the bartender just handed him. "Fine." I say simply, Ricky pours some in a shot glass and shoves it in my hand. "I gulp it down in one swing. Just as I was about to take shot 2, I felt someone's peircing gaze on me. I don't know, but something about it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I looked around, but there was no one who caught my attention... weird.

"One more, pleaseeee." I whine, slamming the counter. "No, Y/N, this was just to rewind yourself. You're hella drunk, and you've had enough!" Ricky says, trying to pull me away.

"Noooo Rickyyyyy, I want moreeee," I say, stomping my feet and crossing my arms against my chest. "No, Jiwoong will kill me." He says, looking around frantically. "No. Seriously. Your husband will end me if he finds out, let's leave." He says, pulling me once again. "Fuck Jiwoong. Honestly, if it wasn't for the property, I would've married you, Ricky. You're my everything! You're my world. You're my life! You're my -" "Okay, okay, I get it!" He says, chuckling. I smile to myself and give him a long kiss on his cheek, it wasn't even a kiss, it was more or less a peck on the cheek...but people who viewed the scene might not have interpreted it that way.

I manage to shake that "off" feeling of someone staring at me, and I give Ricky a hug. That's when the club door was slammed shut. Someone had left, and by the looks of it, they were mad. Everybody looked at the door for a second before turning their attention back to themselves. "Okay, Y/N, let's get you home before Jiwoong gets home." Ricky says, nervousness lingering in his voice.

Time skip

The car halts outside my mansion. "Go on.." Ricky says. "Whatever." I reply before slamming the car door and entering my humble home. Strangely, the lights were switched off. I trail inside, wasted as hell, and try to navigate my way to my bedroom. As I reach the stairs, I hear shuffling upstairs. I hold onto the walls and the stair railing (to maintain balance) and make my way upstairs. With full alert, I open my room door only to be slammed against the wall. I close my eyes shut at the impact. "Hey! Who's there?" I ask out, too panicked to open my eyes. "Where the fuck have you been missy?" Someone asks in an authoritative tone. I let my eyes flutter open at the familiar voice. "Oh- it's you.." I say, my voice trailing of at the sudden realisation that I've been caught. "Yes. Yes it's me. Now answer my question...where have you been, hm?" He demands, lowering his head and forcing eye contact. "I have been out with my friends..." I say looking down. "Oh really? Which friend?" He asks me. "Um, Hyejin," I say, trying to sound as confident as possible. "Are you sure it's Hyejin and not Ricky." He says, slightly yelling the last part. My head darts up. How does he know who I've been out with? "H-how do you know?" I stutter. "Well..funny story. I was minding my own business, retaining a club in the city and having a talk with its previous owner, when all of a sudden I witnessed my wife smooching her best friend. How crazy is that?" He says sarcastically. "And the funny part is, at first, I didn't even believe it because I told you not to hang out with that good-for-nothing jerk!" He yells, pressing his body hard towards mine. "Now, normally I- well, trust me, you don't wanna know what I do with people who disobey me. But for you I think I can make an acception. Just do what I say. How does that sound?" He says, pinching the bridge of his nose. At this point, I couldn't make out any words because of the sudden rush of adrenaline, so I slowly nodded.

"Strip." He says simply. "Huh? What?" I ask, confused, heat rising to my cheeks. "I said...strip...or...I could always do it for you.." he says, walking towards the bed and sitting on it. "Go on." I say, crossing my arms across my chest. "What?" He asks, obviously shaken by my response. "Help me strip." I say, raising an eyebrow. He smirks but slowly gets up. He strides towards me, looking me up and down. He pokes his tongue in the inside of his cheek and unbuttons my dress seductively. He then lets it slip to the ground. He grabs my face and kisses me passionately, while his other hand goes to remove my underwear and unclip my bra.

I gasp as the cold air hits my sensitive area. He takes a moment to stare at my figure. Anything that was previously in his eyes is long gone, and all that's left is lust. Pure lust, anger, and....hunger. "Jiwoong-" My breath hitches as he takes my breast in his mouth. I let a moan slip my mouth and tilt my head back. He rubs my other nipple with his thumb. Once he was done, he taps his thigh, indicating for me to jump. I do as I'm told, and he leads us to the bed. He drops me down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He then walks over to our cupboard and takes out handcuffs. He then walks back to the bed with a smirk plastered on his face. He drops to his knees and handcuffs my hands to the headboard. A moment of silence passes by. "Jiwoo-" I get cut off when I feel hot air hitting my sensitive pu$$y. Jiwoong insert 2 of his fingers into me, "Ngh...Ji-." I moan out. He thrusts his finger deeper, satisfied by my reaction he curled his fingers into me.

After a few more thrusts, I come closer to my high. "Jiwoong, I think I'm gonna -" He pulls out of me and replaces his fingers with his dick. He thrusts into me multiple times. The sensational feeling overwhelms me, and my back naturally arches. Soft moans escape my lips. "Will you hang out with that Ricky guy again?" He asks me, his voice hoarse and deep. I don't reply. "There's no way I'm giving up my best friend just like that! "I said... are you going to go running around with Ricky ever again?" He asks, thrusting deeper and harder into me. It finally gets to the point where I can't handle it anymore. "No, Jiwoong!" I moan out. "I- I won't. Stop now - I'm getting sensitive." I say, trying to push away. "Can Ricky fuck you like I do?" He asks thrusting faster-if possible. "N-no." I reply in-between heavy breaths to which he smirks. "Yeah, and what did you say about marrying him instead of me?" He asks me sternly, thrusting, once again, in an animalistic pace. I can feel him twitch inside me, and I feel a knot in my stomach. "Jiwoong I'm gonna-" "it's fine let's cum together." He says. We both cum onto each other.

After care, we both lay down on the bed and cuddle. "You feeling okay? Did I go too hard?" He asks, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist. "No, it's not like anyone fucked me at an animalistic pace." I reply sarcastically. "Its your fault! I warned you multiple times, you had it coming. You know I don't like sharing what's mine!" He retorted.

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