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it was late. later than you usually stayed up on a typical weekday.

you laid awake sitting on the edge of your kingsized bed awaiting your girlfriend's return. she had informed you that group rehearsal would be running later than she originally thought. instead of the previously agreed upon end time of nine, practice had stretched far into the dark. she told you with little concern or remorse, as if the change wasn’t distributing your nightly routine. by then, megan would have been in the bed, chest rising and falling next to yourself, stomach full from the freshly made dinner you had provided her with.

that was all to the wayside now, thanks to whoever had caused her return to be delayed. irritation bubbled within you. if there was anything in this world you despised, it was abrupt changes. they were nuisances that reveled in ruining you.

you sat there, doing nothing but staring into a wall while you waited. hands folded neatly onto your lap, fingers tapping in a demanding rhythm, you waited. waited for seconds. those seconds grew into minutes. those minutes grew into hours. it was not beyond you they could soon grow into hours.

the sound of your own ragged breathing was interrupted by the sound of your apartment's front door creaking open in an agonizing wail. the patter of footsteps approached the barrier between her and you.

your eyes did not drift from the grey drywall as the door cracked open inch by inch.

“late, isn’t it,” you flatly asked. the rhythm of your fingers quickened.

“what?” the mutt was caught off guard, clearly. “yeah, it is, babe. i’m sorry.” from her voice, it was apparent the night had brought endless exhaust. it didn’t particularly matter to you.

“what time is it?” the answer would be dissatisfactory to you regardless of what was said. you asked anyway.

“it’s like, one,” she answered. one, how wasteful. it was the new day, and still you had not had a taste of rest. you weren't going to receive the proper amount of rest to function tomorrow, it was far too late for that. might as well waste more of the young morning, you figured.

“what comes after?” you prompted. you would waste the night away in the cruelest way possible. for her, really.

“excuse me?”

your eyes moved at last, moved right into the gaze of the spent girl. her eyes, surrounded by dark creators from a day at work, danced in confusion, until finally they rested in realization. she inhaled and exhaled briefly. a faint i can’t believe we’re doing this now was dissipated into the air.

“it’s one in the morning, mommy.” “mm. that’s better.”

you stood up. your legs were as light as clouds as you made your way towards the pathetic puppy standing in the middle of the bedroom. circling her in slow strides, taking your time, you took in her appearance. megan’s dark hair was down and ruffled from endless drills, and her t-shirt and shorts were bunched and stiff from the air. a mess. thankfully, you loved messes.

you stood in front of her, face to face, for a short moment before leaning in to connect your lips to hers. despite the rough hours, her peach tinted lips were soft and inviting, as they always were for you. mindlessly, you found a hand slithering around her waist, resting and waiting to bite.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting for you, hm?” you asked, laced with anger threatening to boil over. “i couldn’t even start dinner, since you wouldn’t even be there to eat.”

“i don’t see how that’s my fault,” the mixed girl mouthed. the absence of sound did not equate to the absence of meaning. “i told you rehearsal was going to ruin late tonight.”

“hm? what was that?” you were providing her a chance to fix her mistake. “say it again.”

she did not utilize the opening you had provided to her. “i said,” she began again. her voice rose into something more incredulous. “it isn’t my fault we were running behind schedule. i don’t see why you’re so mad.”

“attitude?” last chance.

“yeah, maybe i do have one.” she missed it.

patience had left your body completely.

the arm around the mutt’s waist tightened its grip, pulling her closer towards you. you saw the way her eyes widened and how her lips quivered. it was wonderful—such a puppy at your disposal.

“you wanna be bad, huh? you wanna be disobedient, pup?” you pulled away slowly, relocating yourself to the dresser on your side of the shared bed. you reached and rummaged into the top drawer, looking for one item in particular. buried underneath toys in a wide variety of toys was what you sought. behind you, you heard the sensation on the carpet floor of your puppy tapping her foot. so anxious, she was. this was brought upon herself.

you returned to megan, her still looking like a puppy caught out in the rain. you raised the item in your hand up into the air, watching how the metal tag caught and reflected the light. it was something both you and her were accustomed to from regular use.

“since you want to be a mutt, you can be dragged around like one.” clasped to megan’s beautiful neck was a leathery, pink-dyed collar with a matching;y pink leather leash attached to it, resting in the grasp of your hand. it could always be pulled tighter.

you dragged your puppy—your mutt—to the edge of the bed; the whine of her being heard by you as she was pulled along. you sat on the side of the bed, just as you had before.

“why don’t you sit, pet.”

“yes, mommy,” megan whimpered, quiet but not ashamed.

“louder,” you demanded.

“i’ll sit, mommy.”

and so she sat. sat on her knees in front of you, looking up at your body with pathetic eyes silently begging. she was so weak, and you bathed in it, knowing this puppy was yours to punish.

“you look so pathetic like this. where’s all the attitude go, mutt? you just had one, and yet,” you pulled her leashed, hard, sending her head lurching forwards, as well as sending a small moan out of her mouth. you thought she would practically be orgasming if you pulled any tighter. “you’re moaning just from the tug of your leash. such a naughty puppy.”

“your naughty puppy,” she whined. “i’m so sorry for having an attitude, ‘was just tired because of practice.”

“but not tired enough to not not be on your knees for me.” a blush spread all through megan’s face and neck. you were curious as to if it had spread to the rest of her body. “aw, mutt, did you want this? it seems like you do…”

her mouth gaped for a moment, trying to find the words. “i did want it mommy, i did. i was at practice for so long, and i couldn’t see you,” she was barely able to make it through a sentence. “i kept thinking about you.”

“and did that make you needy?” you inquired mockingly.

she only shook her head yes.

if that was the case, you would make something out of it. standing up and moving yourself—and megan—onto the bed, you went to make a spectacle of her need.

from the last time you had set the bed, two silk wrapped pillows sat near the headboard. you grabbed the nearest one and threw it to the dog on your leash. from her eyes, it was easy to tell she knew where the situation was going. “since you want to be a needy puppy, you can take care of it yourself.”

without responding, the aching pup moved the pillow between her legs and immediately began moving her hips back and forth mindlessly. she went at one rapid pace in an effort to relieve the ache.

“aw, look at you. so needy you couldn’t be bothered to take your shorts off,” you degraded. “is pup gonna make a mess in her shorts, huh? that would be better than making a mess on the pillowcase, no?”

being so consumed by need and want, your mutt was only able to mumble out meek yeses into the face out the pillow while she thrusted into the plush beneath her. so quickly flooded by pleasure, she was unable to speak properly. fitting, for a puppy.

whines, moans, groans, and other noises of pleasure satisfied you as she humped quicker and quicker, the feeling of release begging to be set free within her. by now, the softest touch in the correct spot would push her to the edge, you were sure.

though, release would not come so easily for her.

“are you close, puppy?”

“mhm,” megan moaned. her yelps were high pitched, as they were before her climaxes. “ ‘m gonna cum, mommy.”

you tugged her collar the hardest you ever had for her to look at you. she did not cease her humping.

“tell me that you deserve your orgasm after the disrespect you gave to me. tell me.”

an elongated whimper left the girl’s lips, which she was biting. “please, mommy, please don’t make me do this…”

“if you don’t want to cum, that’s fine. we can stop.”

“no, no, please.” tears were welling in her eyes, “i’ll do it.”

she swallowed her own spit back down, preparing to beg for her rush of ecstasy. “please mommy,” your puppy softly whimpered. “i’m sorry for being disobedient and having an attitude with you. i wouldn‘t have if i wasn’t at rehearsal for so long, wouldn’t have thought about you and gotten riled up…please let me cum, please?”

it wasn't her best, but it was passable, and you did not have it within you truly to withhold release from her any longer.

“go ahead,” you allowed. “go ahead and cum for mommy, you pathetic, slutty, puppy.”

whether it was the permission, degradation, or the feeling of the silk rubbing against her core that sent her over the edge was unknown. what was known, however, was that there was a collapsed girl who had bucked her hips so quickly that she managed to leave a stain not only in her shorts, but also on the deep red pillowcase.

“what a mess,” you whispered underneath your breath.

taking it upon yourself, you wandered into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water to deliver to your girlfriend. when you returned to the bedroom, you were met with her curled up on the pillow, chest rising and falling just as it would have on a regular night.

adorable, you thought.

you placed the bottle and slipped next to your girlfriend on the bed, pressing a tender kiss onto her forehead.

soon, your own breath matched hers, and it was any normal night.

you left lara’s house in a hurry. giving nothing but a shitty excuse of a family emergency, you made your way back to your apartment.

entering the threshold, the lights were on but remained at a calm dim level, a tell-tale sign your girlfriend was home. the aroma of a jade scented candle filled your nostrils. megan only burned one when she was planning for intimacy. clearly, she was intent on carrying out what she had teased you with moments before.

you made your way through the apartment, scanning your eyes for any sight of megan. it was only when you entered the bedroom that you saw her. she herself was spread enticingly on the comforter, waiting for you. beckoning you.

“you came quick,” she said lowly. she sat up with no rush, indicating that she was in no need to be touched, unlike you. enjoying every second of it. “fetch the bag under the bed, the white one.”

obeying, you came to your knees and began to rummage underneath the bed frame. your hand grazed against multiple types of toys, discarded containers, and other items—none of which you were looking for. feeling the texture of smooth plastic, you grasped the object, bringing it close to you from out under the bed. what you held was a white, heavy plastic bag from the local mall, branded with the pink and black logo of the bd/sm shop you never mustered the courage to finally enter. you didn’t dare peek inside, not the store nor the bag.

you returned to megan swiftly, handing her the bag. her expression was a pleased yet knowing smile. wordlessly, she patted her thigh, instructing you to sit. her thighs were always a soft comfort for you. you placed yourself onto your girlfriend, facing her stunningly beautiful face. her deep, seductive eyes took you in for a brief moment before returning to the bag she requested of you.

“you ready to see what i bought you, hm?” she asked. your heart was beating out of your chest with anticipation. with ease, megan pulled out a short receipt with item names printed in small, blocky letters you could not read due to the print size. the only thing you could manage to discern was the amount of items purchased: two. “i didn’t buy much, but it’s worth it.”

as she removed her purchases from the bag, your mind ran wild in disbelief. no, she couldn’t have bought those. sadistic, you knew she was, but not so sadistic she put you through what the two items she held entailed.

“you like?” what wasn’t there to like about two, cold to the touch, connected by a metal chain, nipple clamps. “megan, i,” you stammered out. you were not entirely against the idea, but it was a shock nonetheless. “i don’t know what to say.”

“that’s alright. you won’t need to say anything at all soon.” her hands trailed up your body, her touch light and leaving you wanting more. she began at the waist, progressing slowly toward the neckline of your shirt. both of her spider-like hands positioned your arms to be parallel, facing upwards towards the ceiling. your top, in turn, came off, sitting bunched on the floor. discarded. the same came of your bra, then your skirt, and finally your panties. you sat bare before her—sat bare before your soon to be torturer.

your nipples became as hard as rocks, reflecting how incredibly aroused you were.

“look at you, you’re already ready.” without warning, you found your two spots being sucked by a warm and delicate mouth, playing with the mounds with sharp flicks of the tongue. puffs of air escaped your lips. slick began forming in the desperate place that was your slit.

growing impatient, megan took one of the metal binds and clamped it on your left mound. likewise, she followed up with the sister bind, situating it on your right nipple. it was the most intense sensation your chest had felt. for the first immediate seconds after, the feeling was recognized as sharp pain, with your instincts screaming for you to remove the source of your pain. though, as they remained in place longer, the reaction faded from a displeasurable one into mild discomfort. eventually, it only became a constant pressure on your chest; you threatened to forget the two were even oppressing your tits in the first place. this is all to say it was pleasurable eventually, despite the initial discomfort.

“feel good?” the answer came in the form of elongated huff, though you meant to answer yes. “i know it does. god, look at you, squirming already, just as i said you would be. though, i think you would be wriggling more with my fingers inside of you.”

just as a spider would, megan’s left hand creeped down to your crotch, bypassing your leg, and stopped at your entrance. in a bout of need, you attempted to hump yourself onto her hand. it was pathetic of you, but there was little regard for your self image at that time. pitying you, she slid one leg in with such force it took you aback. she thrusted in and out of your entrance, driving you wild.

“so fucking needy,” she jeered. her movements were harsh and cruel, pushing in and out of you, allowing her finger to fold back and forth into your g-spot. i made you whine, beg for more. “please, please add another, please,” you pleaded. you were full, but not full enough. “please, i’ll be so good.” the words tumbled out desperately.

“then take it, if you want it so badly.” another leg shortly invaded your cunt, sending you into another spiral of pleasure. her fingers stretched you as they usually did, only now the feeling of the nipple clamps split your senses into two different camps; one half of your brain was focused on the feeling of the clamps, the other on the slim fingers pumping in and out of you. it quickly became too much for you.

“please,” you begged. “please let me cum.”

“aw, i don’t think so, baby. it’s only fair, since you left me waiting and all. running off to lara’s house,” her eyes never left your face, her eyes narrowed into a cruel, taunting gaze. “you’ll have to suffer for it a bit.”

what she did next was for her own pleasure more than your own. her right hand, once resting on your waist, found its way up around your neck. they squeezed at a medium force—just enough to be felt without leading you to pass out. every breath you took became precious, every puff of air count. your vision numbed at the edges. somehow, inexplicably, it made her thrust more pleasurable tenfold. your choked moans filled the air, giving megan a sense of satisfaction.

“pl—please,” you pleaded once again. “please let me, i’ll be good.”

cruel eyes considered it, then words came. “look at you, almost passed out. tears welling in your eyes. you wanted this badly, didn’t you?” pumping faster, faster. “fine, you can finish. but give me a show.”

with her permission, you used the last of your breath to allow yourself to release onto her fingers, relieving the tension of every time the tips of her fingers hit your ever so sensitive spot. pleasure flooded onto her fingers, drenching them completely. your vision finally succumbed to the pressure, and you felt yourself fall forward into your girlfriend. she caught you with ease.

“shh, shh,” she cooed. “you’re safe with me.”

my minjeong <3 (17:25): i miss you

my minjeong <3 (17:26): when are you coming home?

my minjeong <3 (17:28): are you out with someone right now?

my minjeong <3 (17:29): am i not important to you?

my minjeong <3 (17:29): is it that giselle girl from work?

my minjeong <3 (17:29): i knew you liked her

my minjeong <3 (17:32): i don't even care

you (17:51): sorry my meeting overran and they wouldn't let us use our phones, but i'm on my way back now!

my minjeong <3 (17:51): oh

my minjeong <3 (17:52): are you sure?

you (17:56): of course

you (17:56): baby, i don't think about giselle at all

you (17:57): i'm fairly certain she has a girlfriend

you (17:57): it was just my boring meeting going overtime

you (17:59): i'll be home in 15, okay?

you (17:59): i love you <3

my minjeong <3 (17:59): okay

my minjeong <3 (18:00): i love you too :)

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who always sits on your lap whenever she can

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who always causes you to be at least twenty minutes late for work because she never lets you get out of bed

"minjeong," you mumble, voice still thick with sleep, "i need to get up."

your girlfriend is practically draped over you, her leg hooked over your hip, head resting on your chest, with half her hair in your face. she looks up, all half lidded eyes and a sleepy smile, "just five more minutes?"

"i'll be late to work," you attempt to protest. it's futile, you knew it fom the moment you silence your first alarm, and even more now that minjeong is looking at you like that. "okay, fine. but if i get fired you're helping me write my résumé...."

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who wears your hoodies to feel close to you

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong ho loves to shower together (especially when you wash her hair)

"feels good?" you can barely keep the amusement out of your voice, your hands massaging the shampoo into minjeong's scalp.

she hums in response, head tipping back. her whole body relaxes against you, her bare back again your front. she's so blissed out you swear if you weren't keeping her upright she probably would've fallen asleep by now. "so good....don't stop."

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who loves it when you leave hickeys, a reminder of your love marked deep into her skin

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who, if you're away on a work trip, calls you for hours on end, especially when she needs help sleeping

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who is honestly even worse when she's sick

"don't go....." minjeong's voice is hoarse and pleading. she's curled up in bed, nose bright red and sniffling, looking at you with desperation. she looks so adorable like this, but if you could, you would snap your fingers and cure her instantly. unfortunately, you don't possess magic powers, so food will have to suffice.

"you need to eat, i'll make you soup."

"i'll come too." she makes an attempt to sit up, but her sore body aches and she barely moves an inch.

you gently push her back down on the bed, pulling her blanket tighter around her. "stay here. i'll be back in just a sec."

"okay...." she mumbles, already dozing off. "don't take too long...."

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who has a habit of following you everywhere. you're just getting up to grab a glass of water? she's trailing along behind you. you need the bathroom? she's impatiently waiting outside the door because you wouldn't let her in

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who practically lives with her arms wrapped around your waist

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who pouts whenever you don't give her attention

"sweetheart, what's wrong?" you frown, looking up from your phone and at your girlfriend, whose been inching closer and closer to you till her chin is resting on your shoulder.

"pay attention to me." she pouts, sending a sharp glare to your phone like it's personally offended her, despite having her own face down in her hand. her eyebrows are adorably furrowed, not that you could ever tell her that without getting them directed at you.

you try not to laugh, "babydoll, you were literally scrolling on your phone up until, like, two minutes ago."

"so? i'm not anymore?"

"and that means i immediately need to pay attention to you?" you raise a brow, completely unbothered by her demands. maybe some people would find their girlfriend begging for attention normal, but it's your favourite thing in the world"

"well yeah, makes sense to me."

"come here then." you mock roll your eyes, slightly spreading your legs and tapping your thigh to motion her to sit. she grins instantly.

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who loves to match: clothes, jewelry, accessories, even the food you order. you name it, she wants to twin.

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who likes to leave visible bite marks on you so everyone knows you're taken

୨ৎ clingy!minjeong who gets jealous easily

"the waitress was totally flirting with you," minjeong frowns, her food left untouched despite waiting to go to this restaurant for months.

"oh? was she?" you genuinely didn't notice, so distracted by the way your girlfriend bit her lip as she scanned the menu that the other woman's words barely passed through your ears.

"yeah, she was batting her eyelashes and everything."

"why would she do that? you're right here with me?" you question. even when you haven't explicitly said so, pretty much everyone you interact with can tell the two of you are dating from the first glance, probably due to how close you are.

"maybe she thought she could take you from me," minjeong bites out. theres an edge to her voice, like she's mad at you.

it's not uncommon for her to get insecure about other people, despite you only having eyes for her. you can give her all the attention and love in the world, and yet there's still an inkling of doubt in the back of her mind that you'll leave her.

"no one's gonna take me from you." you place your hand on top of hers, squeezing reassuringly. you hold her gaze, like if she sees the love in your eyes she'll believe you and never worry again. "i promise. now eat up, then we can get dessert."

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