Kwak Jiseoks #1 dick rider

Using your boyfriend's laptop was something that had been negotiated a while back. He works all day and you don't have the money for your own laptop. He let you download a game on it and you like to play it while he's at work and you're home. Today didn't go as usual though.

You're not one to snoop. You trust Hyeongjun. He's never made you question him even once. However… when you open his laptop, you're face-to-face with what he's been up to. He left his laptop on his bed this morning, which in itself was odd. He always left it neatly placed on his desk. He must've had a long night… and that he did.

You were looking at a porn website pulled up, still on a video that has played halfway through. He never cleared his tabs. Now again, you're not one to snoop, but when you were put in this situation, it's impossible not to look a little deeper. You play the video, watching to see what he's into. Maybe you could use this info. Maybe Hyeongjun would enjoy a little surprise even.

In the video, there's a male tied up and on his knees. He's got a ball gag in his mouth and a vibrator stuffed in a sleeve, pressed against his cock. The girl is sitting up behind him, yelling degrading things to him while landing harsh slaps onto his ass. You smiled at having just uncovered possibly the most embarrassing information you could get on someone.

Without an ounce of shame, you click on the search tab, looking at his previous searches form a long list. “male masochism, femdom, shibari, hentai, knife play” the list was long. Some searches were expected, like hentai, yet others were much more interesting. Who knew your man was into knife play? He suits it though. For a while, you did your research. You studied up until you felt confident in these subjects and then you formed a plan.

“Hey sweetie, I'm back!” Hyeongjun chirps and closes the front door behind him. You mischievously saunter into the living room with a ton of ribbon in your hands. Hyeongjun looks confusedly at you, raising a brow and tilting his head. “Sweetie?” He asked, his voice tender and loving as it's always been. You can't help but smile with all the excitement you're feeling.

“Hi baby,” you said, snaking around him and taking his hands. He'd already kicked off his shoes and tossed his bag away. You pulled his hands behind his back, wrapping the ribbon around his wrists. “What are you doing love?” He asked, his voice already slightly cracking. His ears flushed red, not just from confusion, but from arousal.

You leaned in, kissing the shell of his ear and whispering, “you didn't close out your browser tabs last night baby,” “Shit-” he gasped, flushing a deeper shade of red and looking down. He was embarrassed, but his dick didn't care. His pants began tenting immediately and you didn't miss it. You tugged the ribbon tighter and tied a pretty bow on his arms.

“Now get on the floor,” you demanded. Hyeongjun didn't wait. He was on the ground at the speed of light. He looked ashamed and embarrassed— absolutely perfect. “I can't believe my boyfriend has been so fucking gross this entire time,” you said, snickering and lightly kicking his side. He didn't respond. Instead, he looked down at his knees and let out a small whimper.

“Look at me Hyeongjun!” You demanded his attention, crossing his arms until you had his undivided attention. You smiled once he obliged and began to strip. Each piece of clothing dropped to the ground was a reward and a punishment all at once. Hyeongjun's eyes were wide, basically bulging out of his skull. He bit his lip, quietly whining with need.

You pushed him forward gently and straddled his back. Your pussy was warm and damp against his upper back. “You don't mind me using you at all, do you Hyeongjun?” You asked, grabbing his hair and rubbing yourself against him. “A-ahh- fuck!” You groaned loudly. You found a good angle where his flexed shoulder blade was rubbing your clit perfectly. “I don't mind at all,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the restricting position he was in.

His cock was almost painfully squished between his own thighs, but he didn't dare speak up. The friction was too good. Each of your movements made his hips move slightly too. “You're a good fuck toy Jun” you panted, threading your fingers in the long hair down his neck and tugging painfully tight. Hyeongjun groaned, his dick throbbing between his thighs. “There we go… so close,” you choked out, gripping harder onto his scalp.

He was whining in a mix of pain and pleasure. The ribbons were silky, but still tied so tightly they dug into his flesh. He could barely breathe from the way he was bent in half as you rode him. “Baby…” he whimpered, his eyes unable to see anything but his pathetic dick sitting between his thighs and twitching. “Fuck-!” You gasped, all movement ceasing as your muscle contracted up. Hyeongjun's eyes widened, knowing exactly what that little gasp meant.

“Did you… did you cum on my back?” He asked quietly, cock throbbing as he felt your pussy throb and soak his shoulder blade. His voice was breathy and surprised her also very, very hopeful.

“Yeah…,” you panted, finally getting off of him. You licked up his shoulder blade, collecting the slightly tangy flavored fluid from his back and pulled his head back to kiss him. He moaned, tasting the familiar taste of your pussy on his tongue mixed with your saliva. You pulled away, smiling proudly.

"And if you wanna get off too, you're gonna have to find a way to do it with your arms behind your back, because I'm not untying you until you've came,” “But-!” Hyeongjun whined, pouting and looking at you through his pretty cat eyes. “No buts!” You quickly cut him off. Strict is what he needed. You walked over and threw a pillow at him.

He looked ashamed, perfectly ashamed, as he straddled the pillow and began humping it like a dog in heat. He looked so terribly embarrassed. You smiled and walked over with your phone, opening the camera. “Smile for me, pretty boy,” you cooed and snapped a picture with the flash, capturing his glossy, hazy gaze. “You're so fucking mean!” Hyeongjun weakly whined, still messily humping the pillow.

"Awww, you poor thing. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a disgusting pervert,” you said, placing your foot over his wet, red-tipped dick. He whimpered as you carefully put on more and more pressure, eventually hurting him and making him yelp.

“S-stop! I'm- I'm gonna cum!” He squealed, shaking slightly as you squished his cock between your foot and the pillow. It hurt so good. The pain made him want to cum right then and there.

“Do it,” you said, snickering teasingly. You pressed record and the flash from your phone illuminated the degrading position he was in.

“Cum for me, I wanna record it,” you said. Hyeongjun couldn't take it anymore. This was so humiliating and painful, he finally gave in and came all over your foot and the pillow, spurting out ropes of his warm seed. His hips jerked forward, trying to bury himself deeper.

“I love you so bad… It hurts to see you love others so freely. You're supposed to be mine,” Hyeongjun’s voice got sharper and more agonizing. His brows were furrowed and his jaw clenches tight as he carefully removes the knife from your throat.

“Do I need to kill you to show you I'm serious? I don't wanna see you with any fucking body but me!” He pointed the knife at you, slowly and strictly stalking around you. Ropes tied you to the dining table chair. The hardwood floors underneath creaked with each step Hyeongjun took. He sniffled and wiped his eyes. Tears streamed down his cheeks. You realized then that he was really hurting inside, and it hurt you to look at.

“Hyeongjun— no,” you softly replied. You couldn't move to comfort him or to even escape. Your hands were zip tied behind your back and your ankles were connected to the legs of the wooden chair. You should be scared, but seeing your boyfriend's heart break like this makes you feel bad.

“You know,” Hyeongjun says, wiping his eyes and placing the knife on your lap. “I really thought you loved me,” he said coldly. His time switched from sad and broken to angry and cold.

“I need to teach my little fugitive a lesson,” he said, adding on. He sat on the bed, facing you. You hadn't done anything. Hyeongjun simply saw you enjoying your time with a friend, confiding in them and being generally affectionate like one does with friends. He couldn't stand it though. What he saw was replacement; he saw you being distrustful of him and choosing someone over him. It was sickening to him and nauseating. He wanted nothing more than to kill that guy! He refrained though.

“You want that? For me to remind you who it is you really belong to— who you should really trust?” Hyeongjun's voice dropped lower, whispering and dark. He was losing his mind and you could see it in his eyes. You saw the pain, the anger, the betrayal that stemmed from nothing. He hated something completely made up in his head. He slid his hand up your thigh, looking into your eyes for permission to keep going. He was rough, he was insane, but he was never forceful.

“Yes… please Hyeongjun,” you breathily whispered out, giving him the permission to keep going. Hyeongjun smiled darkly, leaning forward and kissing your lips. He was slow and tender. Every touch of his was incredibly possessive. He hated when anyone did as much as looked your way. He squeezed your thigh. When he felt the cold metal knife still sitting in your lap, he picked it back up, tossing it on the bed.

“You're mine aren't you, little runaway?” He whispered, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. You could feel his breath in your face. He was mad at you, but loved you so deeply it drove him insane. You didn't do anything, but even being friendly with someone you'd known forever registered to him as you wanting to run away, to leave him. So when you ‘strayed’, he held on tighter.

“I'd never leave you babe, you know this.” You reassured him. You saw a slight break in his eyes, a crack in his fierce, angry, demeanor. He needed to hear that. You heard him choke back tears as his lip quivered. He leaned in, latching his lips into your neck and gripping your thighs with his hands. His fingers dug into your flesh as he claimed you. He nipped and bit down on your neck, sucking a dark mark on you to make sure you were visibly taken.

“You couldn't leave me if you wanted to,” Hyeongjun whispered, smiling maniacally against your neck with your skin still between his teeth. His grip on you was deathly, causing your thighs to tense and hurt worse. He pulled back, smiling at you proudly and undoing your shorts, pulling them to your ankles. He couldn't take them off all the way without releasing your zip tied ankles. He left on your top and walked to the other side of the room, getting your vibrator out of your dresser. He walked back over with a smile, twirling the vibrator around once in his hand.

“Spread for me, free spirit,” he commanded, still stuck on the idea that you were unfaithful. He knew it wasn't real, but the ache in his gut wasn't satisfied just yet. You spread your legs as he instructed. You couldn't spread far because of your bound ankles, but you did your best.

“Good baby, thank you,” Hyeongjun smiled proudly and spread your lips with his fingers, tracing a finger up your slit. His finger pressed firmly on your clit and he watched you jerk and react with a smile. You looked up at him. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips were slightly parted. He sat on the bed again comfortably and placed the vibrator between your legs and pressed it between your plush pussy lips, directly to your clit. He groaned and swallowed watching your pussy kiss the vibrator. He didn't turn it on just yet.

“You know…” Hyeongjun started, his voice vulnerable and almost sad. He pressed the vibrator firmly to your clit. “I hope he dies… tragically.” He said honestly, letting out a sigh. He started the vibrator, holding it to your pussy as he poured out his feelings.

“I tried to be friends with him once actually.” He looked up at you, confessing to a secret mission he went on to assure you were loyal. It was disgustingly pathetic, the way he weaved himself into all of your relationships, all aspects of your life. “He hates me now, but I genuinely did nothing,” Hyeongjun states and by his confused tone of voice, you could tell he was being genuine.

“The only thing I did was tell him I was in love with you. He said he was too. Then after weeks of being decent friends, he started ignoring me and giving me passive aggressive looks. He was still exactly the same towards you though,” Hyeongjun can feel his blood boil with hatred for the man. He pulled the speed of the vibrator, making you whimper and moan. Seeing you so pleased and feeling so good kept him calm.

“He wants you,” Hyeongjun's voice cracked angrily. He couldn’t stand the idea of you just letting this other than hit on you, even if you didn't feel the same way. “I'd kill him myself if I could,” Hyeongjun pushed your legs together so your thighs would hold the vibrator in place. He stood up and leaned over you, kissing your lips again. “You know you're mine though baby, don't you?” He whispered against your lips. His eyes glaring into yours. His forehead rested against yours as he asked, seeking your reassurance.

“Yes Hyeongjun, I'm yours. I don't want anyone else,” you whispered, smiling as you kissed him back. Your voice was soft and certain. It was enough to calm the raging storm in Hyeongjun's burning soul. He smiled softly at you. Happy with your response, he pressed the button again, speeding up the vibrator.

You whined in pleasure from the added speed of the vibrator. Hyeongjun's attitude started slipping from angry and possessive to something more calm and loving. He pet your thighs, squishing and caressing them. He kneeled down before you, kissing up your thighs and leaving love bites. He sucked a particularly painful spot on your thigh, leaving a bruise in its place. He smiled seeing you visibly marked. It was like tattooing his name all over you or putting a tag on you that said you belonged to him.

Hyeongjun stood up, undoing his pants and pushing them down. He stepped out of them and stood over you, his dick level with your face. “Are you gonna be good and apologize for talking to another man?” Hyeongjun asked, caressing your cheek with his hands. He pressed his tip to your lips.

You hummed and nodded, responding exactly how he wanted. You loved when he used you like this and took out his insecurities on you. “Alright then baby, open up for me,” Hyeongjun whispered and moved his hand up to your scalp, threading his fingers in your hair and gripping. You whimpered, feeling the vibrator work your clit while Hyeongjun pushed his tip to your lips again, more firmly and demanding this time. You parted your lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his tip. You hummed in pleasure, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his spine. He leaned his head back, whining as his body shuttered with pleasure.

“God, I love your mouth babe,” Hyeongjun growled. No one ever saw this side of him but you. He never shared his feelings and rarely even talked, but you got to experience him fully. You got to see parts of him more vulnerable than just a naked body.

He shivered as he pushed the head of his cock into your mouth. He took slow, deep breaths, choking back moans as he felt your warm, wet mouth envelope him. You suctioned your tongue to the underside of his shaft and hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in a little more. His hands trembled in your hair, loosening weakly as he whimpered in pleasure. “Fuck… I love you so much,” He yelled out, squeezing his eyes shut and groaned, pushing deeper until he bottomed out completely in your mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. His cock was long and on the thinner side, matching the rest of his body perfectly.

You whimpered and Hyeongjun twitched again. He moved his hands to the back of the chair, supporting himself as he started thrusting slowly in and out of your mouth. He was shivering from the sheer pleasure of fucking your mouth. “Doing good baby… keep that up…” he whispered, voice shaky and weak. You sucked him a little harder and he groaned loudly. He reached down with a shaky hand, hoping the vibrator to its full speed now. “I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth,” he growled, pushing the vibrator firmly to your clit and adjusting it to where you feel it best.

You shivered, moaning over Hyeongjun's cock and he whined, thrusting faster as he held the vibrator. He started rubbing your clit with it in little firm circles. Your slick made it move with ease, gliding and glistening when the light hit. Hyeongjun whimpered at the sight. His face was flushed and glistening too but with sweat.

By the way you were moving, Hyeongjun could tell you were getting close. You always got squirmy and whiny when you were feeling excessively good. Your little whimpers felt like shocks of heaven gracing him. This only encouraged him to speed up, thrusting faster into your mouth. He pressed harder with the vibrator too.

“Come on baby…” Hyeongjun panted and whimpered. His body was jerky and his thrusts weren't very rhythmic as he approached his orgasm. Your throat clenches him, swallowing his precum. The sensation makes him shiver and whine. “God, baby… please… cum for me,” He begged and whined, thrusting as fast and hard as his weak, shaky legs were capable of.

His words and the vibrator were stimulating enough to send you over into pleasure. Your throat clenched his cock tightly and you gagged. Your pussy throbbed and your entire body convulsed. When you gagged, it finished off Hyeongjun. He pulled his cock out, stroking it a few times and holding it while he spurted out ropes of cum that covered your lips, your chin, and dropped onto your chest.

The black shirt you had on contrasted the cum drizzling down onto it. Hyeongjun turned off the vibrator, licking it and tossing it onto the bed. He leaned in and kissed you, tasting the mix of your fluids together. His kiss was captivating and possessive. He loved you— deeply, scarily. And you loved him back.

“You love me? Only me?” Junhan whispered, his voice was vulnerable and quiet. He looked lovingly into your eyes. “Of course I do, you idiot!” you smiled and kissed him again. He smiled and kissed you back affectionately. He pulls away and grabs the knife off of the bed. He carefully cuts away the zip ties, brushing his thumbs over the small marks they left on your skin.