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porcupine-girl · 4 months
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Did you enjoy Yibo's NYE performances?
Sure, we were all psyched for him to perform Observer, but did you like the surprise duet he did earlier in the show?
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If so, I am here to tell you about the guy he was singing with - because Yibo loves him, and so should you!
That! Is Da Zhangwei!
He wrote that song! He was one of Yibo's cohosts on Tiantian Xiang Shang (also known by the terrible translation Day Day Up), and you know Yibo's TTXS cohosts were his family. His big brothers. It's how he got his reputation as a ge collector.
This is DZW's other NYE performance, which is a bit more representative of his usual aesthetic:
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If you like either of those songs/performances, read on to learn more about why you should definitely be paying attention to this guy.
(Sorry most of these videos don't have English subs. But most are music so at least you can find the lyrics online.)
First off, DZW didn't just write this song and then perform it with Yibo (and give Han-ge a shoutout afterward). He then posted this video, basically shouting "I wrote this song because I miss my TTXS bros!" (The lyric being repeated here is "I will miss you")
I mean, I don't know for a fact that he wrote it about them. But I do know that he literally DID write a song about Yibo once. This is a thing he has done before. It's called Cool Guy:
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But the fact that he and Yibo are on each other's lists of favorite people is only the beginning, and definitely not why I became obsessed with him.
Da Zhangwei fun facts:
You'll find him on English-language sites like Spotify and iTunes under his English stage name, Wowkie Da. People also often refer to him as DLS or Da-Laoshi, showing how respected he is in the music industry.
He started a band (花兒樂隊, The Flowers), wrote all the music for said band, and had his first hit, 静止 (Static), in 1999 - when he was 16 years old. Like all his music, it's catchy as fuck. (To go back to Yibo for just a second, I'm guessing they bonded over having to deal with fame from a really young age.)
(Yes, the guy sticking his tongue out at the camera up there is 40 years old.)
Da Zhangwei is actually a stage name, too. His real name is Zhang Wei (so you'll occasionally find him as Wowkie Zhang), but that's such a common name that when he started his career he started going by "Big Zhangwei" - which is hilarious given that he was a scrawny teenager.
He continued to write pretty much all the band's music for the next decade. (Here's a whole concert from probably 2007ish). Then when they broke up in 2009 he started his solo career, also writing all his own music.
静止 was an angsty teenage anthem, but since then his aesthetic, both songwriting-wise and visually, has tended toward upbeat and cute.
I think it's safe to say he's leaned into this even more since going solo. Some of his recent hits: 撒花/Scatter Flowers, 一个Nice, 满怀可爱所向披靡 / Full of Cuteness and Invincible, and 万物盛开法则 / Law of All Things Blooming, from above.
However, don't be fooled! This just means that when he writes something sad, it's absolutely heartbreaking. Examples include 永远唱不完的歌/The Song That Doesn't End (above) and 我的深情就是个笑话/My Affection Is Just A Joke.
In addition to hosting TTXS, he has become a staple on all sorts of variety shows, both for music and comedy.
I found him via Season 3 of Our Song, where some of his accomplishments included creating a mashup of 12 different songs, from traditional Chinese folk music and opera to his own 撒花, and turning "your team will do 3 songs" into an entire 3-act musical (link is to the whole episode, since the 3 songs are alternating with the other team, but the other team is AMAZING with people you should get to know too). ETA I forgot about this compilation I did of clips from some of his Our Song performances!
He got to meet the Rolling Stones earlier this year! There's a translator but he's so excited he keeps breaking in while she's trying to ask his questions. His English is really good (if heavily accented), and he has a tendency to throw it in completely unnecessarily to both his performances and random conversation.
He's been on this show for a few seasons called Who's the Murderer? - basically, the same cast plays out a different murder mystery improv each episode. I haven't watched it yet but I've been meaning to - the latest season is on YT with English subs.
His birthday is the day after mine.
Want to see more? His tag is not very busy, but I try to reblog most things to @da-zhangwei. Feel free to contact me by any standard Tumblr method if you want more links!
Tagging people who said they'd be open to getting pulled into my Cpop fandoms, even though I don't have the edited Our Song episodes yet (consider this a preview): @json-derulo @poetry-protest-pornography @emmajanereading @percy-persephone @nuttysaladtree @thelima-aka-chickwriter @writergamermom @oneringtorulethem @trickybonmot @lovebird17 @erza155hasleftthebuilding
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itstheoneshot · 8 months
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He’s a Model, Darling
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Summary: There is nothing better than on-set chemistry, and working with someone as attractive and charming as this makes it so, so easy.
Word Count: 3.2k
Pairing: Wang Yibo x Reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Exhibitionism, Unprotected Sex.
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Being a model has its pros and cons. You adhere to a strict diet and exercise regime, with that comes intense emotions, fluctuating energy levels and a twisted sense of self. On the other hand, you travel the world, and meet all kinds of amazing people. You have friends in every country that you have been to, and you never go without anything material-wise, always owning the latest clothes, tech, accessories. Brand deals are never ending, and for that you are so grateful.
Today marks another two day shoot, this time in Beijing, with a model whom you know of, but have yet to meet.
Wang Yibo, idol, actor, dancer, model. You are thrilled at the opportunity, sure that you can learn something from him, even though you too are at the top of the game, there is always an excitement in meeting other highly successful models.
Seeing him in person blew you away, twice as handsome as any photo could capture. You were overwhelmed at first, racking your brain to try and remember anything you learnt through Mandarin classes at school, worried that you will be unable to communicate with your co-model, when he interrupts your train of thought.
“Hi,” He smiles at you, speaking English, “It’s nice to meet you.”
A wave of relief washes over you, though you don’t know if he is fluent, his accent and intonation is good.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” You reply, “I look forward to working with you.”
You watch Yibo’s expression, examining his features, and you can see him translating in his head, processing the words that you said.
“Oh me too,” He nods, “Your work is so good.”
Are you really blushing? How embarrassing, and he definitely notices. Though there is no further time for conversation as you hear your manager call your name, requesting for you to go to your dressing room to prepare.
“I’ll see you on set!” You say with a little bow of your head, waving softly before you turn in the direction of your manager, as Yibo does the same with his.
Soon you are ready, handing your water bottle to your manager before walking out on set. The lights are bright, and the backdrop is a floral, forest kind of scene. Coming into Spring, you are modelling the new season’s collection, and you could not be more thrilled. The dress you are wearing is stunning, low cut but classy neck, the length sits just above your knee. Yibo is in a casual suit, open blazer with a button up shirt and slacks. You wear high heels and he in sneakers, and everything just fits.
“Looking good,” You comment as the director puts you in position, “This might be the best season yet.”
Yibo eyes you up and down so openly, and although in this business that is something you are used to, you feel that same blush crawl up your cheeks. You thank the heavens that you have enough makeup on to hide it, and you glance away for a second to try to calm down.
“You do too,” He replies, moving closer to you on instruction, “These are your colours.”
It’s cute, the way that he tries to communicate with you, and your chemistry is unreal. The day flies by, with you two laughing and making jokes, testing both of your language skills, and having so much fun. You don’t remember the last time you enjoyed a shoot so much, and you are happy that it will continue on to tomorrow.
“Do you want to get coffee?” Yibo asks, looking at you with a soft expectancy, no pressure.
“I’d love to,” You nod, “I’ll just let my manager know that I don’t need her to drive me home.”
Yibo smiles at you as you turn around, heading back to your dressing room to change, and to tell your manager about your plans. She is happy for you to go, but does warn you not to stay out late, reminding you of the early start tomorrow. You hadn’t planned on that anyway, all you are doing is getting a drink, but you thank her again before leaving to find your new friend.
“I can drive us,” Yibo tells you, holding his arm out for you to take, “I drove here alone.”
Touching him now off set, brings a whole new feeling, it is electric, and you realise the chemistry was not just put on for show. You try to pay no mind to the goosebumps raised on your skin, and focus on following his lead, out to the parking lot where his expensive sports car is parked. 
He opens the door for you, and continues to hold onto you as you get down into the car. He finally relinquishes his grip, though lingers momentarily with his hand up by your cheek before he pulls back to close the door. Not a moment later he is in the driver’s seat, pressing the ignition to fire up the engine, and reversing out of his parking spot to leave the set. You wouldn’t consider yourself that into cars, but there’s just something about an insanely hot man, driving a fast and powerful vehicle, that is just so attractive.
Yibo catches you staring, and you watch his lips curl up in a smirk before he glances over at you while he is pulled up at a red light.
“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” He asks, “Don’t think I don’t see you.”
He is so cheeky. Butterflies flutter in your stomach and heat rushes to your cheeks as he stares at you, and you are lost for words. He looks away, back to the road ahead as he takes off at the lights, and you find the courage to speak again once you are no longer lost in his eyes.
“Oh nothing,” You reply with a defiant edge, “Why, is something on yours?”
Yibo rolls his eyes with a playful laugh, shaking his head, “Oh, nothing,” He mimics you, diverting the topic, “The cafe is just over here.”
He turns down a side street and pulls up on the side of the road, quickly getting out of the car to open your door for you again. You aren’t used to chivalry, but you take it gracefully, any excuse to hold his hand again, a little overwhelmed when he doesn’t let go, interlocking your fingers while you walk a few stores down to the cafe. 
He lets go of you once you are seated, moving to take his own seat opposite of you. He calls a waiter over and orders an iced americano for you both, before focusing his attention on you and you only. He has you giggling and blushing non-stop, a natural flirtatious energy that you try your hardest to match. A confirmation of the connection you shared, it is so easy to spend time with him, and you are disappointed when you look down at your watch and realise that it is late and you need to go back to your hotel.
“I’ll drop you off,” Yibo offers, “And I’ll see you on set again in the morning.”
This time you reach for his hand first, and hold it with him on the gearshift while he drives. Your hotel isn’t far, and you are saddened again when you need to say goodbye. He lets go of your hand, to gently grab your thigh. You let out a surprised whimper, in shock but not complaining, but the moment passes quickly, and he moves out of the car to come around and help you from your seat. He pulls you in to hug you goodbye, and if you had any less restraint, you would be asking him upstairs, but instead you breathe him in for the time that he holds you, memorising the way that his hands feel on your waist, burning his dark, woody perfume scent into your senses.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” You mumble breathlessly, letting your gaze wander when he steps back, “Thank you, for today, and tonight.”
Yibo nods in agreement, “I can’t wait, I’ll see you then.”
He sits in his car and watches you walk into the hotel lobby, turning to wave once more before you make your way to the elevator, riding it up to the 30th floor where your room is. Your phone buzzes in your pocket when you exit, but you wait until you are in your room before you answer it.
The first message is from your manager, wanting confirmation that you made it back to your accommodation safely. You reply with your confirmation before opening the conversation that you are actually interested in.
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I enjoyed your company today, and I realised I didn’t say thank you yet, so thank you.
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As did I, and I’ll be thinking of the way your hands felt on me for a long while.
You couldn’t help yourself, mind still racing from the sparks that flew between you. The anxiety of being so forward over text is short-lived as another message pops up on screen.
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Maybe I’ll keep them there longer next time, so it’s harder to forget.
Go get some sleep, sweetheart.
I’ll see you tomorrow x
You bite your tongue to stop yourself from screaming. The implication is enough to make heat surge between your thighs. You reply with a simple goodnight, Yibo gē, before stripping off to shower and do your skincare routine. It is hard to wind down to sleep, but you get comfortable between the sheets and find yourself drifting off imagining the way that he kisses, and silently praying that you would find out for real.
In the morning you walk onto the set with an iced coffee in hand and your manager by your side, greeting the staff politely on your way through to your dressing room. You see Yibo ahead but he is already halfway through the door, so disappointingly you do not get to greet him, instead having to wait until you are dressed and made up, and out in front of the cameras.
“Did you sleep okay?” Yibo asks, “I like your style today.”
Today’s concept is a bit darker, leathers and straps and chains. If you thought Yibo looked good yesterday, that feeling is only tenfold today. You openly stare him up and down, admiring the outfit and makeup that they have him in.
“I did, did you?” You reply, “This look suits you a lot.”
Yibo nods, but is interrupted by the director before he can answer. You begin another day of modelling, this time a lot of the poses are closer than yesterday, more touching, more eye contact, and it drives you crazy. You are sure that the chemistry will show on camera, but that will only be portrayed as skill and talent, which works in both yours and Yibo’s favour. This concept requires a lot more seriousness, less laughter and fun, but you make the most of it, enjoying the change of pace and the challenge of holding yourself together. Yibo is hilarious off camera, and he makes it known that he is playfully trying to mess with you, but you love it.
You get through the shoot faster than expected, and are sent off to your dressing room while the managers and directors break for their lunch, and then to look through the photography to see whether anything else needs to be done. You are grateful for the free time, after changing back into your own clothes, a skirt and crop top combination, relaxing on one of the chairs with your legs up on the table, scrolling through your phone mindlessly.
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You know you could come see me for our break, right?
YouIs that your way of asking me to your dressing room?
YiboI’ll see you soon.
You roll your eyes, but find yourself standing up to leave the room. You quickly glance down the hall to see nobody around, and take quick strides to the room you saw Yibo enter earlier. You knock a few times before the door opens, and Yibo opens the door, grabbing your wrist to pull you in. His grip is strong, and you already feel yourself faltering. You aren’t sure what he wanted you to see him for, but when he moves his hands to your waist, you begin to get an idea.
“Is this better?” He asks, “Don’t want you to forget this.”
You are sure that you look like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as you try to process what is happening. Yibo stares at you with a brooding gaze, lids heavy as he stares at your lips. You lick them subconsciously, and that is when he leans in to kiss you. You are addicted from the second that your lips connect, gasping at the feeling, Yibo takes the opportunity to taste you, tongue fighting with yours, as one hand moves from your waist up to your hair, fingers carding through it to settle at the base of your scalp. He pulls you further into the room, over to one of the dressing tables where he guides you to sit up on it, spreading your legs to fit in between them. Kisses getting heavier, you whine as he nibbles on your bottom lip, grasping to the collar of his shirt to keep him close to you, crossing your ankles behind him.
“I won’t forget,” You breathe, “How could I? Just look at you.”
Yibo smirks into the kiss, hands now on your thighs to spread them further apart, loving the way that you give in to him, knowing that you want him just as bad as he wants you. Your hands slip under his shirt, desperate to feel the body that he is hiding under there. He is so fit, and you trace his muscles with your fingertips, wanting to learn every single one of them, burn them into your memory forever, knowing that this is more than likely a one time thing.
“You want this, don’t you?” He asks as his hands travel further upwards, under your skirt and increasingly closer to where you are most desperate for, “I need you.”
“Please,” You beg, moaning into his mouth as his fingers trail over your core, “I need you, too.”
It is thrilling, getting frisky in a dressing room, knowing that you could be walked in on at any moment. Do these doors even lock? Too late now… You grab at Yibo’s waist, hands working at the button and fly on his jeans, needing him desperately, and as quickly as possible. Yibo reaches further, fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of your panties, and you obediently lift your hips to allow him to pull them down. Simultaneously you free him from his jeans, tugging them down his legs enough to palm at his hardened cock, sheathed away in his underwear.
“Don’t make me wait,” He growls, furiously pulling his own underwear down and directing you to wrap your hand around his shaft, “Oh, fuck yes…”
You stroke him gently, only wanting to tease him a bit, enjoying it maybe too much how riled up he is getting. You hope that the more you tease, the harder he will go on you, but right now you would be happy with anything that he is willing to give to you. 
Yibo doesn’t make you wait long, his hand moving to wrap around yours as you shuffle closer to the edge of the dressing table. Yibo teases you back, sliding the tip of his cock up your slit, letting your arousal slick him up, but nothing more. He waits until you are whimpering, legs tightening around him before he enters you, slow and cautious, allowing you to take him in all the way. Your breath hitches, gulping as you adjust to the initial stretch, he fills you so well. He lets out a low groan, in comparison with your breathy whine, and he kisses you to keep you quiet as he pulls out to enter you again, this time faster, more forceful, the angle hitting you in all the right places.
He speeds up, unable to hold back anymore. It is so hard to be quiet, with the way that he fucks into you with no reprieve at all. You worry that he is going to tear your hair out, his grip ever-tightening as he tries to keep you still. Each passing second, you know that the chances of you being caught increase, but his cock makes you feel so good, you wouldn’t be opposed to the whole world seeing. You swear that you hear footsteps, but this only spurs Yibo on, picking up the pace to a point that you can barely cope with, overstimulated is an understatement, you are close, Yibo’s hand on your clit to make sure of that, and you know he must be too.
“Gonna cum,” He warns you, “You want that, don’t you?” It’s hard to talk, with your orgasm threatening to take over, you try your hardest to compose yourself, to find the strength to reply.
“I need it,” You whine, “Please, Yibo, please…”
With permission, and the continuous stimulation, you release, thighs shaking as he continues to fuck you through it. You hold him tight, kissing him over and over to try and keep yourself even a little bit quiet, and only moments later does he follow suit, his high washing over him with breathless groans of your name. You are fucked out by the time he slows down, and he is hesitant to pull out of you, but you both know that if you take any longer, you will be caught for sure, and now that your high is subsiding, you are not too keen on that idea.
“I needed that,” He murmurs, kissing you as he pulls out, “I don’t think I could’ve gone on if I had not been able to have you.”
He is so smooth, it makes you blush. You stand to dress yourself, as Yibo steps back to make room for you to do so. Once dressed, you know that you need to leave, not wanting to raise too much suspicion, knowing that if your manager can’t find you there will be hell to pay.
“I did too,” You reply as you fix your hair in the mirror, glancing at Yibo over your shoulder, “At least I’ll be able to focus now if we have to take more photos.”
Yibo reaches forward to tuck your hair behind your ear, trailing his fingers down your neck before he moves back to give you the space to get past him. You are a little unsteady on your feet, but not noticeably, which you are glad about.
“Maybe we should go out for drinks after work?” He suggests, “You aren’t flying home today, are you?”
He has a devilish grin when you turn to face him, one that makes you want to jump him again. Instead, you smirk back, raising an eyebrow indicating that you know what he is looking for, and wondering what he will be like once he’s got alcohol in his system. You are intrigued, and more than interested, and you know that you would regret it if you turned him down.
“I’m here for a few more days,” You tell him, “Yes, let’s do that, I’m sure you know all the best places to go.”
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prplocks · 3 months
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✧❁ wallpaper 〴 yibo ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
reblog if you save ➳
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quokka-cola · 8 months
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ravenbloodshot · 9 months
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Wang Yibo... Pet Peeves Reading
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He may not like intense people, like the type of people to be all up in your face and all over you. Even when just conversing with them, they can be overly energetic and touchy (he doesn't like these kinds of ppl and the way they act)
He doesn't like body odor (from himself or others). He plainly just doesn't like ppl with bad hygiene
Okay my boy is a bit salty when he's feeling single and alone, but he doesn't like seeing other couples being lovey dovey and happy. Not just that but he's no fan of pda (in his relationship or others relationship). He could be more conservative and believe that lovey dovey stuff should remain in the house
Once again, I'm seeing he doesn't like his personal space and privacy to be invaded. He also could be quite introverted and recluse to the point that I don't think he really likes when people come over to his house
He doesn't like pretentious ppl and he hates liars. He doesn't like a person that lacks manners as well
In love: He doesn't like overly aggressive women or women that are too openly sexual with him (like trying to seduce him and just saying sexually suggestive things to him)
He doesn't like dating insecure women and he doesn't like romantic relationships that seem to be going nowhere (same problems arise, no progress in the connection)
Honestly he's coming off as really emo and anti-romantic. I don't exactly think he likes when ppl flirt with him and he doesn't like doing it either, he really likes to be left alone and unbothered. He also doesn't care for dating. (I wouldn't be surprised if he never had a girlfriend before)
When he's on a diet he doesn't like when he falls for the temptation to eat fast food and junk food
Anti- Romantic by Txt is a song that fits this readings energy
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asummersarah · 3 months
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SUNGJOO IS MARRIED AND A FATHER?!??! I’m so fucking happy for him oh my god
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sailormelonn · 5 months
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Wang Yibo’s performance at the Hunan Satellite TV New Year’s Eve Concert had such a cool vibe. I didn’t really understand the hype around him but now I get it! I’m gonna listen to 旁观者 on repeat o(≧v≦)o
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WOMEN OF C-ENT NEVER DISAPPOINT!!!
Just love everything about Chinese red carpet looks- so extravagant, outshining , pretty and out of the world.
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yibo-wang · 2 years
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Wang Yibo x LEON Young
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aureangels · 2 years
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˗ˏˋ wang yibo icons ; watch Being a Hero ༊*·˚ 
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@touchydown © ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘsᴅ
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itstheoneshot · 2 years
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Kinktober Day 24
BDSM / Rough Sex - Wang Yibo
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You were a match made in heaven.
Or hell, maybe…
Depending on what you defined as a sin.
He was a sadist. You, a masochist.
Fulfilling each other's desires was so easy for you both. Whips, paddles, restraints, punishments and aftercare, you had and did it all.
“Doll,” Yibo growls at you, his grip on your hair is tight as he tilts your head back to give him access to your neck, “I think you need a punishment today.”
You get chills at the threat, already feeling heat rush to your core. You had been especially painful today, making every errand that you ran together almost impossible. You couldn’t quite articulate what had you in such a mood, but god, every move you made only upset your boyfriend further.
“Punish me,” You dare him, “I deserve it.”
Yibo doesn’t need to be asked twice, dragging you to the kitchen counter and easily bending you over it. You whimper as you feel him hitch your skirt up over your hips, exposing your ass to him, clearly visible as all you have on underneath is a thong.
“Like this?” He asks before bringing his hand down with a sickening crack.
You reflexively move forward, your hipbone hitting the marble counter with force enough to bruise. You feel yourself arouse so quickly, and spread your legs in an indication for more.
“Please, ge,” You beg him, “More, make me sorry.”
Yibo spanks your ass again, three times for good measure before he presses his hand to your core. Your panties stick to you with your wetness, and Yibo groans as he feels it for himself.
“You’re so fucking dirty,” He comments, lifting his hand to spank you directly on your cunt, “This isn’t a real punishment for you, is it?”
You wiggle your ass for him, shockwaves tearing through you from the most recent spank. It is true, the harder that he goes, the more that it turns you on, it really is a mission to make you feel bad.
“I am,” You agree with him, “But you like me like this, don’t you?”
His fingers hook under the elastic of your thong, and he tears them down your legs. He drops to his knees, at the perfect height to inspect your dripping wet pussy in front of him. You spread your legs a little further, standing up on your toes to give him a better view, and he leans in to breathe hot and heavy on you, his tongue darting out of his mouth just enough to taste you.
“My perfect slut,” He murmurs, licking the wetness that drips from you before he stands up, “You drive me fucking crazy.”
You glance back at him over your shoulder, a devilish grin on his face, and you are sure that yours looks just as evil. Yibo allows you to straighten up and turn around to face him, and your hands race to unbutton his jeans and roll them down his perfect legs.
“Harder,” You say, “I want you to fuck me, ge. But I want toys, I want to be screaming for you.”
You aren’t often so forward, but maybe the adrenaline from the harsh spanking that you just received was enough to get your brain working along with your body.
“I can do that,” Yibo nods, taking your hand to lead you from the kitchen and down the hall to your… playroom, “You know that I can do that.”
The room is immaculate, it is the neatest in the house. The bed in the centre is freshly made and inviting, and the walls are lined with every sex toy and device imaginable. It would be almost impossible to pick a toy, but you don’t have to worry, as of course Yibo will be the one doing the deciding. You have asked enough already, your quota of requests is all out.
“How does this look?” He asks, holding up your favourite paddle. It is black, with a heart shaped hole in it, and you love the way that it bruises you.
You smile at him, not saying a word as he guides you over to the bed. You obediently bend over his lap, ready to take another spank, and you are surprised and in shock when he stops at only one, though this is so much harder than his hands were, and the cry that leaves your lips is pitiful.
“I have another idea,” He murmurs, leading you to lay down on the bed as he stands up, “I think I need you to shut up tonight.”
You stifle a laugh, not wanting to make this worse for yourself. Your eyes widen as a moment later you see what he was meaning, as he picks up a ball gag from one of the shelves and brings it back to where you lie.
“Good girl,” He praises you as you lift your head for him to buckle it into place, “Now I don’t have to hear you anymore.”
You try to protest, of course to no avail, and instead you submit wholly to him. You watch as he strips his clothes from his body, and he returns to his position between your thighs. You want to talk to him, but you know that there is no escape now. He is going to take from you, and you are going to love it.
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