#m: request

Zhang Yixing was many things: charismatic, brilliant, and, you had to admit, incredibly handsome. But as a boss? He was a walking nightmare. At corporate events, Yixing was relentless, parading you from one client to the next until your feet ached and your face felt frozen in a polite smile.

This time, however, you found an escape in Sehun, a friend and coworker. The event was suffocating, but Sehun made it feel lighter. You were laughing so hard at his impression of Yixing that you instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm for balance. Seeing your genuine smile, Sehun reached for your waist to steady you. It was a harmless gesture, but you could feel Yixing's intense gaze on you from across the room. You avoided looking his way, knowing that eye contact would shatter your peaceful bubble.

Yixing, however, was in no mood for peace.

He had been watching the entire time, mad. It wasn’t just a random burst of jealousy; the sight of you laughing so freely with Sehun, of another man's hands on you, was an insult to the secret relationship you both had carefully hidden.

Ignoring the crowd, Yixing strode toward you with a predatory focus. You saw him over Sehun's shoulder and froze, your laughter dying instantly. Sehun saw the look on your face and turned, only to be met by Yixing's simmering glare.

"Come with me," Yixing commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

You didn't hesitate. Anxious, you followed Yixing, leaving a bewildered Sehun behind. You knew him well enough to read the signs of his rage: the prominent vein in his neck, the tension in his jaw. As soon as you were away from the crowd, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward an empty conference room.

Before you could even form a protest, his mouth was on yours—a furious, demanding kiss. You were stunned, your mind blank. Yixing pushed you back until you were sitting on the edge of the conference table, his hands on either side of you. The kiss was a desperate claim on you. When Yixing finally pulled back, he stared down at you, his eyes dark with rage and something deeper.

"You did this on purpose, huh?" Yixing growled. "You want me jealous?"

"I... I don't..." You were still too shocked to speak, your lips tingling.

Yixing's thumb traced the line of your jaw, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Don't lie to me."

His words hung in the air, a mix of accusation and hurt. You finally found your voice, your own frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Yixing, what are you talking about? I wasn't trying to show you anything. I was having a normal conversation without you breathing down my neck every five seconds. You're the one who's—"

Yixing cut you off, his grip on your hips tightening. "Don't act like this is just me being your paranoid boss. This is about us. You know how much I hate these things, and you knew I'd be watching. You can't tell me you didn't see me."

You met his gaze, refusing to back down. "And so what? Am I supposed to be miserable just because you are? You act like this entire company event is some kind of performance for your benefit, but it's not. I'm not just your employer, Yixing."

Yixing's eyes narrowed, the anger in them hardening into something colder, more possessive. He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that was meant for your ears alone.

"You're right. You're my girl. And I won't have other men touching what's mine. Got it?"

Yixing didn't wait for an answer. He kissed you again, this time with a brutal, undeniable authority. It wasn't about love or passion; it was about staking his claim. You could feel his hand leave your hip and trace a possessive line down your side.

When Yixing finally pulled away, you were both breathless, his eyes still dark with a chilling blend of anger and desire. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek.

"From now on," he stated, his voice an authority absolute, "you're staying by my side at all events. No more games."

"I'm not going back out there," you said, your voice low and stubborn. "Not with you."

You tried to slide off the table, but Yixing's hand clamped down on your hip, holding you in place. His patience had run out. The vein in his temple was prominent, a clear sign that he was at the end of his tether.

"You're coming with me," Yixing stated, his voice a gravelly command. "Now."

"No!" The word escaped your lips before you could stop it. You pushed against his chest. "You can't just... tell me what to do. You're so annoying."

A cold, dangerous look flickered in Yixing's eyes. Without another word, he moved. You gasped as his hand moved from your hip to the hem of your dress, lifting the fabric slowly, deliberately, over your knees, up your thighs, until it was bunched around your waist. Your breath hitched, your eyes wide with panic.

"Y-Yixing, what are you doing? There could be cameras in here!" you whispered, your voice trembling.

Yixing ignored you completely. His possessive gaze was fixed on your face. He leaned in, his knuckles brushing against your inner thigh, a deliberate, slow caress that sent a shockwave through you.

"Let them watch," Yixing growled, the words a raw confession of his dominance. "I don't care who sees. You're mine. And you'll remember that."

Yixing's authority spread in the air as he knelt between your knees. Without a word, he reached for your panties, hooking his fingers into the delicate lace and pulling them down, off your ankles, and tossing them aside.

You gasped, your hips instinctively tilting up as his fingers parted your legs. The contact was a stark contrast to the rough authority of his actions, and your body betrayed you, a rush of heat and wetness answering Yixing's touch.

Your breathing quickened as Yixing leaned in, his lips pressing to your inner thigh before his teeth closed down, a possessive bite that made you cry out. It wasn't meant to hurt, but a silent claim you felt to your cunt. Yixing then pulled back, his eyes dark and intense as he reached for the silk tie around his neck.

You watched, mesmerized and a little frightened, as he loosened it, the rich fabric sliding free. With a practiced ease, he circled your wrists with the tie, tying them together just above your head. Yixing held the knot, his grip firm, a silent promise that you were completely at his mercy.

"Yixing..." you whispered, your voice a fragile tremor.

He didn't answer. Yixing rarely showed this side of himself, but when he did, it always woke something untamed inside of you. Your earlier defiance melted into a frantic mix of panic and arousal, your body already responding to his every command.

Yixing's thumb traced the by your folds, finding the slickness that had betrayed your defiance. A slow, triumphant smirk spread across his lips as he saw the flush on your cheeks.

"Look at you," Yixing purred, his voice a low, mocking rumble. "All that talk and you're already soaked for me. Pathetic."

Yixing moved his thumb, circling your clit with maddening slowness. You shivered, your hips involuntarily tilting into his touch.

"You love being threatened like a slut, don't you?" Yixing continued, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "You love being reminded that no matter what you say, that little pussy belongs to me."

Yixing pressed his thumb harder, finding a spot that made you gasp, and then, with no warning, he slapped you, a stinging caress against your sensitive cunt, and you bit down on your lip to stifle a cry, your whole body jumping.

"That's for testing my patience," Yixing growled.

He pulled his thumb away, the sudden loss of pressure making your body cry out in protest. You whimpered, your hips lifting off the table in a desperate search for his touch.

"What's the matter, little slut?" Yixing taunted, his voice a low, mocking rumble against your ear as he leaned down. "Already leaking for me?"

Yixing brushed a hand against your cheek, his touch tender, yet his words were poison. "All that attitude for show. All talk, pathetic hoe."

Yixing pressed his hand against your inner thigh, teasing the warmth that was building inside you. "You're a leash dog. You need me to tell you what to do."

Yixing squeezed your thigh, just hard enough to make you wince. "Say it," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "You're my slut."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold on to the last shred of your pride. But your body was a humming, aching mess of need. The pleasure and the pain were a dizzying mix, and you couldn't stand the torment any longer. A sob broke free from your throat, and you finally spoke the words he had been waiting for.

"Please... Yixing. I'm yours. Just... please."

Yixing smirked, a cruel, satisfied curve of his lips. He finally slid two fingers inside you, and a broken cry tore from your throat. The sudden, intense pressure was almost too much, a searing pleasure that blurred the line between pain and ecstasy.

Even though he left he knot, your hands were still bounded and helpless, strained against the tie, a futile, frantic effort to be free. The table felt cold against your back, your body hot, aching, and moaning. A fresh wave of tears streamed down your cheeks, desperate.

Yixing leaned in, his voice a low, triumphant whisper. "See?" he purred. "That's the sound of you breaking for me. I love it." He thrust his fingers deep again, the motion possessive and slow. "You thought you could resist me? Such a pathetic liar."

Yixing pulled back, then plunged in again, faster this time, his words a rhythmic chant. "Now cry for me, fucking slut."

Yixing pulled his fingers out, the sudden emptiness a stark, aching contrast to the pressure he'd been applying. You lie there, trembling and silent, unable to form a word. Yixing waited a beat, then another, his eyes fixed on your face as if willing you to speak.

When you didn't, his frustration turned to a cold, hard rage. With a sharp exhale, Yixing raised his hand and delivered a stinging slap against your pussy, the sound echoing in the quiet room. A broken, involuntary cry tore from your throat, a sound you couldn't control, a mixture of pain and pleasure, an agony.

Yixing leaned in, his voice a low, furious growl. "You think you can just lay there and take it? I'm the one in charge here." Yixing pressed a thumb into your clit, his words like a whip. "You'll learn to use your voice for me."

You were on the edge, your vision blurring as your core ached with a deep, pulsing need. You couldn't fight it; your body was an ecstatic mess, trembling uncontrollably as a heat pooled in your lower belly. You were so close, your hands strained against the tie, your core clenching in a desperate plea for release.

Yixing felt your body's request and, in that very second, he stopped. Yixing pulled his thumb out. He was playing with you, torturing you.

You whimpered, a broken sound escaping your lips. "Please... Yixing," you begged, your voice a desperate sob. "Don't stop. I can't..."

Yixing stood, looking down at you, a cruel smirk on his lips. "You can't?" he mocked, his voice a low laugh. "Pathetic whore. All that attitude, and you can't even take a little tease." Yixing leaned in, his gaze fixed on your wet, trembling pussy. "Your pleasure, your climax, it's all mine. And I'll decide when and if you get it."

Yixing leaned in between your trembling legs, his gaze fixed on you. He didn't say a word, but the message was clear. You hadn't given him the answer he wanted.

Yixing lowered his head and bit your inner thigh again, this time with more force, a possessive claim that made a sound finally tear from your throat.

"Yixing—" you cried out, a broken moan of pure agony and pleasure.

Yixing pulled back just enough to look at your face, his jaw tight. "Say you're mine. I want to hear it."

You whimpered, tears of frustration and relief streaming down your face. You were broken, and you finally gave him what he wanted.

"I'm..." you sobbed, "I'm yours," the words a raw, honest admission of defeat.

A low, guttural groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, raw triumph. Yixing lowered his head, biting your inner thigh again, the sharp, familiar pressure making you gasp. "All mine," he murmured against your skin.

You could only manage a choked, desperate sound in response as Yixing's tongue traced a deliberate path lower, sending a fire blazing through your veins.

Yixing's mouth found your folds, his tongue lashing against your clit with an intensity that stole the air from your lungs. At the same time, two fingers slid inside you, curling and thrusting with a relentless rhythm.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he growled, his voice muffled by your skin, sucking, slurping. "Say my name. I wanna hear you."

"Yixing... oh god..." you sobbed, your moans a tangled mix of pleasure and surrender.

Yixing drove his fingers deeper, making you gasp. "Good girl. Now cry for me, my little slut," Yixing said, his lips tracing your swollen flesh.

The words tumbled from your lips, unfiltered and raw, a surrender you couldn't control. "I'm... Yixing... your fucking slut."

A deep, guttural groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Yixing's mouth was demanding against your pussy, his tongue flattened, then circled, lips sucking at your clit, his fingers relentlessly plunging inside you without a single pause.

You were on fire, your vision blurring as your cunt ached with a deep, pulsing need. This climax was a perfect storm of his mouth and his fingers, both working with perfectly mixed rhythms. Your hips bucked against his face, pleading for more. He buried his nose, and his eyes were fluttering open just enough to meet you; yours were closed, and the scream you were trying to hold back was torn from your throat as you cum messily.

"So fucking tasty," Yixing growled.

He kept sucking, licking, even when your legs were trembling. Then, a hot flood of juices mixed with an involuntary squirt, making a complete, glistening mess on the cold surface of the table. Yixing groaned, a sound of triumph, looking how you break, crying and twisting on the table. Yixing's fingers never stopped until you were completely done.

"Look at the mess you made, doll." Yixing was clearly satisfied. "I told you every inch of your body is mine."

Yixing pulled away from your trembling legs with a new purpose. A metallic sound of his belt buckle echoed in the quiet room. You were too far gone to reply; the words caught in your throat, lost to the overwhelming pleasure.

You finally managed to open your eyes, and the first thing you saw was Yixing's face, a smirk on his glossy, swollen, wet lips. He was looking down at you, his eyes dark with triumph. He wasn't done yet. His hand was a frantic blur, jerking him off, his hand moving in a slow rhythm. Yixing was so incredibly hard, ready to end you again.

He went closer, feeling his breath, you leaned in. Yixing captured your lips in a raw, hungry kiss. He freed your hands with a single, sharp motion, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, your fingers unbuttoning his shirt, sloppily.

Yixing groaned, his body a solid, hard presence against yours. His hand on your waist tightened possessively, the other never leaving his cock. With a single thrust, he slammed into you, his hips driving you back against the table. You cried out, a mix of shock and pleasure, the rawness making you a mess all over again.

Yixing stopped, holding you impaled, and leaned in close to your face, his voice a low, triumphant growl. "My fucktoy wants more?" he taunted, his gaze fixed on your eyes.

"Y-yes," you sobbed, your voice a ragged whisper. "I... I want more."

You were exhausted, every nerve ending screaming with a fragile sensitivity from your recent orgasm, but your body had a will of its own. Your hips lifted, a slow, unconscious grind against his hardness, your hips moving with a rhythmic desperation.

Yixing smirked, groaning low. His hips rocked forward slightly, a deliberate, teasing thrust that made you gasp, then stopped. "Oh, you want it?" Yixing growled, leaning in so his lips were just inches from yours. "You want me to end you?" You just nodded, trembling.

Yixing pulled back a fraction, his voice dropping to a low, mocking whisper. "My pathetic little slut is so desperate," he said, his hips suddenly slamming into you.

Yixing pushed deeper, and you couldn't hold back the sound that tore from your throat, a loud moan that echoed in the quiet room. Mortified and desperate, you instinctively tried to cover your mouth, but Yixing went faster.

"Don't you dare," he growled, his voice a low, furious rumble. Yixing thrust into you again, a deep, teasing motion that stole your breath and made you cry out his name. "Let'em hear you how I'm fucking you."

You were so drunk on lust that you barely felt it when he looped the silk of his tie around your neck. The pressure forced you to lean into him, your body completely at his mercy.

"Look at me," Yixing commanded, his voice now a low, possessive whisper. "Don't you wanna be a good slut?"

You could only nod, the physical and emotional exhaustion so complete that you were beyond words. You could feel your body arching, an involuntary response to the relentless pleasure, and you almost rolled your eyes. Yixing didn't let you rest for a second, his free hand clamping down on your hips, holding you in place. His thrusts were deep, and he drove into you with a punishing rhythm.

The wet sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, as a rhythmic, maddening slap of skin. Yixing's teasing was driving you insane, pushing you to a mindless state, and you felt your insides clenching, a building pressure that was too much to bear.

"Fuck," Yixing groaned, a low, animalistic sound, and you knew he was close. But even at the edge, he was still in complete control.

Yixing gripped the silk tie at your neck, pulling you closer until your faces were inches apart. He then stopped his thrusts entirely, leaving you impaled and aching, your hips still bucking in desperation.

"Where you gonna take me?" Yixing growled, his voice low. He watched your face, a cruel smirk on his lips. "Mouth?"

"Yes..." you whimpered, a broken, breathless sound escaping your lips as you sobbed out your plea. "Please..." you begged, the words torn from your throat.

Yixing smirked, a look of pure, satisfied triumph on his face, and pulled out. Your trembling legs were unable to hold you, and then, landed on your knees in front of him. Yixing looked down at you, his eyes dark with a hunger that matched your own.

"Open up," Yixing commanded, his voice a low growl.

As soon as he saw your mouth fall open, Yixing teased you, slapping the tip of his cock against your tongue once, twice. You tried to suck him in, to take all of him, but Yixing controlled every single moment. With a low groan, he slid into your mouth, a single, deep thrust that made you gag in pure pleasure.

You were a mess of hot tears and desperate moans as Yixing managed the back of your head with one hand and the tie with the other, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm.

"You like it when you're on your knees being a slut, huh?" his voice muffled by your mouth. "Now take all my dick."

Lost to the rhythm of his thrusts, your body acted on its own, your hand instinctively fumbling to find the aching heat between your legs. Your fingers touched your own swollen folds, and a broken cry tore from your throat. Yixing didn't stop; his hips were relentless, you could feel the tip on your throat, and your gagging became louder, a frantic mess of spit falling from your lips onto your chin and dripping onto the cold floor.

Yixing pulled his hips back just enough to look at your hand, his smirk a cruel, triumphant line on his face. "You're so fucking desperate, huh?" he growled, his voice a low rumble.

Yixing slammed back into your mouth, his hand gripped tight in your hair, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through every nerve. "Fuck," he moaned. "You gonna take it all like a good whore?."

You couldn't answer but moan in response. Your hips bucked against the floor, your hand a frantic blur against your own cunt. Yixing felt your tremors, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he pulled his cock out of your mouth, but Yixing didn't give you time to react. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with a triumphant hunger, and jerked himself off.

"Tongue," he growled, his voice a low, furious rumble. Yixing watched your fingers, his own movements quickening. "Take every single fucking drop."

You obeyed. Yixing gritted his teeth, his hand a blur, and with a final, desperate groan, cumming in a hot, thick flood spilling onto your tongue. You tried, desperate to suck him off, to swallow every drop, but it was a frantic, uncoordinated mess. The hot flood spilled from your lips, dripping down your chin and onto the floor, a complete and utter mess.

At the very same second, your own body broke. A scream of pure pleasure tore from your throat as your back arched off the floor, your entire body trembling, a sweet, hot wave of your own climax washing over you. You were a sobbing, shaking mess, your juices dripping on the floor, a complete and total wreck.

Yixing pulled back, his length still throbbing, his chest heaving with exertion. He took a few seconds to compose himself, his eyes closed, his face a mix of pure lust and exhaustion.

And then, Yixing leaned down and kissed you messily. You knew he could taste himself, could taste the raw, intimate mess of it all, and he didn't mind. Yixing took you in his arms, his grip firm as he pulled you to your feet, his free hand smoothing down your dress.

Your hands went to his chest, your body trembling with exhaustion, and you held on to his shirt, terrified you would collapse. Yixing broke the kiss, but only for a moment.

He kissed you again, softly, in between whispered pecks against your lips. "You're mine. All of you. You know that, don't you?"

You were too drained to put up any fight, too broken to resist. A small, defeated smile touched your lips. "I know..." you whispered. Yixing pulled back, his own lips curving into a slow, satisfied smirk. He got everything he wanted.

Yixing kissed you again, sloppy and deep, a final, raw claim before he pulled back. His breath was still ragged as he looked at you, a soft smile on his lips. "Wait for me in here," he said, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "I'll go say goodbye, and then we'll leave. Together."

You just nodded, leaning in and giving him a soft peck on his lips. As he moved to pull up his pants, you knelt, your hands instinctively helping him. With a smooth, knowing touch, your fingers closed around Yixing's cock, guiding him back into his pants.

Yixing groaned, a low, pleased sound. "A good girl who knows her place," he murmured, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'm your boss, your boyfriend, and your owner, remember that."

hiii, it's m here !! just writing this because i've been receiving a lot of requests lately, and that made me happy because i love that you guys really enjoy my writings !!

honestly, i'm very open minded about writing nsfw / +18 content, but some topics don't make me feel comfortable at all. so if you want to request something, please keep this in mind first:

i do write ✧˖°.

⤷ exo ot9 content (yixing and jongdae too !!) ⤷ smut / +18 content / nsfw ⤷ female reader ⤷ suggestive themes ⤷ one shots ⤷ headcanons ⤷ drabbles ⤷ fluff, angst

i do not write ✧˖°.

⤷ other idols content ⤷ male / other kind of reader ⤷ series (just because of the length) ⤷ incest / stepcest ⤷ rape / nonconsensual smut ⤷ pedo / child abuse ⤷ racism, homophobia, transphobia, any kind of hate ⤷ mpreg, beastility, omegaverse, etc

SIDE NOTE ✧˖°.