Don’t let go of this hand you’re holding

But when he got to whispering in her ear, then translating the filthy things he said with a dirty laugh; it wrecked her delicate panties every time. Drenched, soaked, demolished, honestly it was more than devasting if she were wearing any kind of lace. She'd even ruined a pair of shorts once when he was talking about how sticky she were.

"Today we're going to learn a few words," he murmured softly to her as he smiled a little, it was sweet and laced with a venom named lust. Something that was able to be seen from a mile away, he was so obvious with his desires but when he imparted them on her it was often more pleasure than she could stand.

"Today.. we're going to practice saying… yes" his voice low and gravelly against her ear, "I'll say something and you'll say 네," (yes) he murmured as he trailed his finger tips over her arms and standing close his body heat soaking into her skin.

"Do you understand?"

She nods, and replies—"네" (yes)

Truth be told she didn't know what made it so hot, his captivating confidence or the fact that it was how stupid he could make her feel. Just a little dumb girl who couldn't understand just what she was agreeing to—all the while he is using it all for his own benefit even if his lessons exacted an amazing amount of pleasure on her.

You're being so good for me, baby. So now I hope you know that when you say yes you're telling me I can do what ever I want, hm?

"네," (yes) she whispers nodding eagerly and he chuckles a little before kissing her softly on the lips and humming.

"Good girl," he hummed as he stroked her neck and held her close.

"Say it again," he whispered running his hands down her body cupping her breasts his eyes dark with lust he had only ever felt with her.

The word fell from her lips and every time he'd stroke her skin in encouragement drawing out of her sound she had only ever made for him.

The whine in her voice only drawing out each 'yes,'.

He praised her softly using words she didn't know and pulled her shirt off, "time to learn another word—you know this one though so it should be easy for you."

She was eager to learn this word she's apparently used before. It translates into her eyes and she is sat on the couch in his apartment and he leans over her his hands on the back of the couch towel g over her seated form.

"Say, 네 오빠…yes, oppa.." the way he spoke was half endearing and half condescending. The small curve of his lips is at her recognition of the word.

"네 오빠…" (nae oppa) she whispered softly, eagerly enough to show him how invested she was in this lesson, how invested she was in him.

He chuckled and praised her softly stroking her cheek as he leaned over her, "so obedient, now I am going to take your pants off, okay?"

"네 오빠," (nae oppa) and he chuckled again and kissed her soundly his mouth coaxing hers open as her hips lifted up and he pulled her sweats down her hips.

Humming Jinyoung pulled his lips from hers his fingers delicately trailing over her breasts and teasing the nipples gently. He wants so badly to touch her more but he can't forget the purpose of what they're doing— he could be teaching her more useful things and he thinks he'd have an aneurysm if she even attempted to do this with anyone else.

"Very good baby — we're going to practice using this, hm?" And she nodded but he regarded her with a serious stare.

"네 오빠," (nae oppa) she whispered as she stared up at him her lips parted and moist from his tender kisses.

Jinyoung gripped her jaw and smeared his thumb over her bottom lip. "Good— focus on what I'm saying."

"좋아요," (joh-a-yoh) he murmured slowly and she repeated it after him, "good, so good," he whispered as he smirked a little then kissed her gently again unable to resist the look in her eyes.

"Let's use it with the other words we've learned..네, 좋아요…" (nae, joh-a-yoh).

The words fell off her lips with unpracticed pronunciation but he still praised her, "now this 네 오빠 좋아요," (nae oppa joh-a-yoh)

When the smile on his face softened he nodded, "do you know what you said?" And a dumb wave of embarrassment washed over her. Shaking her head in the negative, he still hadn't taught her how to say no yet.

"Yes, oppa. I like it." His voice smooth in her ears as he looked her, "whenever I touch you and ask you a question I want to hear some variation of those words together."

They settled for a moment if only for him to control himself, he breathed and kissed her again stroking her skin making her repeat those words

"Yes oppa "

"Yes I like it."

"Oppa I like it."

Jinyoung was positive he'd never been so hard as he was when he started these lessons with him. Originally they were born out of true necessity, to make it easier to communicate and she had a true desire to learn his first language.

But now, now he had to fight himself half the time on how to teach her when he wasn't trying to fuck her till she was stupid. That dazed look in her eyes was down right addictive and he couldn't help himself, not with her.

He brought her hands to the front of his pants and motioned for her to unbutton them. She did then he kicked them to the side his length heavy and hard contained his boxers.

"I want you to say 자지'," (jaji' = jah-gee) His voice was softly as he stroked her cheek and he pulled his boxers down freeing his cock.

She repeats the word and he hums a little, "look at me and say it again."

"자지"

"Again," he breathes as their eyes are locked.

"자지"

His lips curve and her brings her hand to his length, "you just looked into my eyes and said cock, " he murmured softly, it twitched in her grasp and he grunted. "I know you want to taste it but we have to practice a few sentences first."

"I like your cock, oppa."

She repeats

"Yes I like your cock"

"Finally, last word—제발." (Juh-say-oh)

"제발," her voice is needy and it takes all his strength to not for go all their hard work. No, he has to play it through.

"Say cock please oppa,"

She does

"I want you to remember that word, when I tell you to beg you'll say 제발— it means..please."

He makes her say cock please over and over .

"Go ahead be good," he whispered softly and pushed her mouth towards his cock, "that's it," he moaned out and closed his eyes moaning out.

Her lips part, plush and damp, hovering just a breath away from his cock. He watches her through half-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling, his patience held together by a thread. The way she repeats after him, stumbling over syllables like a desperate, obedient thing—it’s almost too much.

"제발, 오빠," she whispers again, voice laced with need, hands gripping his thighs like they’re the only thing keeping her from melting into the couch.

Jinyoung exhales, slow and measured, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Good girl," he rasps, guiding her forward, his length brushing against her lips. "Now show me how much you meant it."

Her mouth opens—warm, wet, willing—and the first glide of her tongue against the head of his cock has his breath hitching. She’s still clumsy with her technique, still learning, but that only makes it hotter. The way she tries, the way she looks up at him with wide eyes, waiting for approval—it feeds something primal inside him.

"네, 오빠," she murmurs between strokes, the words vibrating against his skin as she takes him deeper.

"Fuck," he breathes, tightening his grip in her hair, resisting the urge to thrust forward. He wants to hear her say it again. Wants to ruin her voice with all the words he’s drilled into her until she can't think in anything but the language of desire.

His thumb brushes over her cheek, tilting her face up. "Keep going, baby. And don't forget your lesson."

She hums around him, struggling to form the words with her mouth stretched around his cock. He watches, entranced, as she pulls back just enough to breathe, lips slick and swollen.

"자지... 좋아요," she gasps, eyes hazy with arousal.

A groan rumbles in his chest, deep and satisfied. "That's right," he praises, stroking her jaw as she sinks back down, eager to please. "My cock feels good, doesn't it?"

She nods, desperate, and when she repeats it again—"네 오빠, 자지 좋아요"—he loses whatever restraint he had left.

Jinyoung pulls her up, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss, swallowing the breathy moans she spills against his lips. Her body is pliant, trembling under his touch, and he wastes no time stripping away the last of her clothing.

"Say it for me again," he murmurs against her throat, fingers sliding between her slick thighs, teasing, coaxing.

"네, 오빠... 제발," she whimpers, pushing against his hand, needing more.

His smirk is all teeth and sin. "Please what, baby?"

"제발… 오빠, inside," she begs, voice breaking on the last syllable, thighs squeezing around his wrist.

Jinyoung growls low in his throat, pressing her back against the couch, positioning himself between her legs. "See? You’re learning so well." He kisses her, slow and deliberate, just to make her squirm. "Now let me show you what happens when you're such a good student."

And with one deep, claiming thrust, he teaches her a lesson she’ll never forget.

Her breath stutters as he sinks into her, stretching her open with a slow, measured thrust. She gasps—soft, needy—fingernails biting into his forearms as he fills her completely. Jinyoung groans low in his throat, head tilting back for a moment before his eyes snap to her face. He wants to see everything—the way her mouth parts in a silent plea, the way her lashes flutter, the way her body shudders beneath him.

"네, 오빠," she whimpers without being told, voice breaking on the last syllable.

His cock twitches inside her at that, the words a spell, a leash, a fucking drug in his veins. He grips her chin, thumb brushing over her swollen lips. "Say it again."

"네, 오빠."

His hips roll forward, slow and deliberate, dragging pleasure through her nerves like a live wire. The first thrust makes her gasp, the second makes her moan, and by the third, she’s melting beneath him, drowning in sensation.

"Good girl," he praises, voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, tell me—does my cock feel good?"

She’s already nodding before the words come, fingers clutching at his back as if holding onto him is the only thing keeping her tethered to the moment. "자지 좋아요," she breathes, trembling around him.

"Fuck," Jinyoung grits out, his restraint hanging by a thread. He leans down, dragging his teeth along the column of her throat before biting down just enough to make her gasp. "Louder."

"자지 좋아요!"

His hips snap forward, driving deeper, forcing a cry from her lips. He groans against her skin, barely holding himself back. "Again."

"자지 좋아요, 오빠!"

Jinyoung laughs, breathless and dark, loving how wrecked she sounds, how utterly lost she is in him. His hands are everywhere—spreading her thighs wider, gripping her waist, pressing down on her stomach just to feel the way he fills her. Every little sound she makes is another stroke to his ego, another confirmation that she’s his to ruin.

"You’re so good for me," he murmurs, rolling his hips in slow, teasing circles that have her legs tightening around him. "So fucking good—so eager to learn."

She nods frantically, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed but greedy for more. He watches her fall apart and decides he’s not done with her yet.

"Now beg," he orders, his hand slipping between them to press against her swollen clit.

"제발, 오빠," she gasps instantly, body jerking at the added stimulation.

He groans, dark and satisfied, picking up the pace. "Beg for what?"

"제발… 더… 오빠," she pleads, voice quivering. Please… more… oppa.

And who is he to deny such a perfect student?

Jinyoung’s thrusts grow rougher, deeper, his grip tightening on her hips as he fucks her into the couch. Every gasp, every moan that spills from her lips is another push toward the edge, another reminder that she is utterly his. He can feel it—how her body is trembling beneath him, how her walls are squeezing around him like she’s trying to keep him inside forever.

"제발, 오빠," she whimpers, nails digging into his back, her body slick with sweat, writhing in pleasure.

His breath is ragged, his control fraying at the edges. "What are you begging for, baby?"

"더… 더 주세요," she pleads, voice breaking. More… please give me more.

His chuckle is low and wicked, rolling through his chest. "That’s right, baby. I’ll give you more."

His hand slides between them again, fingers pressing against her clit in time with his thrusts, rubbing circles that make her jolt and cry out. She’s so fucking close—he can feel it in the way her walls flutter around him, in the desperate way she clings to him. And fuck, so is he.

Jinyoung groans, his pace turning erratic, his thrusts losing their precision in favor of raw, consuming need. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, breath hot against her skin. "Gonna cum inside you, baby," he rasps, voice thick with pleasure. "Gonna fill you up so you never forget who you belong to."

Her body locks up beneath him, her breath hitching. And then, for the first time, she speaks English.

"No," she gasps, shaking her head, her legs trembling around his waist. "No, not inside—please, oppa, no!"

Jinyoung stills for half a second—just long enough to smirk against her neck. A slow, dark chuckle rumbles in his throat, his lips curving as he kisses just below her ear.

"Baby," he murmurs, thrusting into her again, sharp and deep, "I never taught you how to say no."

She stiffens, realization dawning in her wide, dazed eyes, but it’s too late.

His hands clamp down on her thighs, spreading her open as he drives into her harder, deeper, every stroke pushing her back into the cushions. She cries out—high, desperate, overwhelmed—and he just groans in response, dragging his teeth along her shoulder.

"You don’t know how to say it," he continues, breath ragged. "You only know 네, 오빠."

Her walls squeeze around him, trembling, pulsing, dragging him deeper into the heat of her. He grits his teeth, barely holding himself together.

"Go on, baby," he urges, voice nothing but gravel and sin. "Say it for me."

She shakes her head weakly, lips trembling, but when he thrusts particularly deep, when his fingers find her swollen clit again, the words tumble out of her.

"네, 오빠," she chokes, body arching. "네, 오빠, 네—!"

"That’s right," he groans, gripping her hips tight enough to bruise. "You’re mine. This pussy belongs to me."

She’s still gasping, still trying to resist, but her body betrays her. She shudders violently around him, nails raking down his back as pleasure crashes over her. The moment she cums, Jinyoung lets go completely, thrusting deep one last time as he spills inside her, claiming her in every way possible.

His groan is guttural, possessive, as he presses his forehead against hers, breathing heavy. He stays there for a moment, savoring the way she trembles beneath him, the way his cum fills her, warm and deep.