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Everything is black. Your vision tethered by the silk of his tie, knotted tightly yet messily without a single care of how your hair painfully tangles against the loops. The only audible noises are the sounds of omniscient steps that tap against the wood floor around the bed you were trapped against. Every creak of the wood causes you to shudder as you sense the body of your lover creep towards you, closer and closer.

You don’t need to see it. You feel it. It’s almost tangible, the crazed smile that overtakes his features whenever thrown into a situation like this. His cheeks are probably sore from how much stress he’s putting the muscles of his face under. Shoulders shaking from the chuckles that he has to contain. You’re sure he gets off of your fear of silence, watching you with some sick form of endearment as you squirm against your constraints.

“You really know how to piss me the fuck off, don’t you?” Despite such a sultry voice, the threatening voice has the hairs at the back of your neck standing on end. This heinous game of his was always an evil one. No matter how many times you’ve played, the odds were never in your favor. Answering with a no would end with roaring accusations of you being a liar, met with harsh smacks against your ass until his hand has made an imprint against the flesh. Answering yes is a certain doom as well, having him chuckle at your presumed attitude and breaking you under the thrusts of his cock until you pass out.

You choose not to answer, inhaling deeply as you prepare for his worst.

It often played out like this. You know him too well, not unfamiliar to being punished for such minor misdemeanors. And yet, he knows you even better. Knowing that even if you were innocent of such crimes, you loved being under his trance like this– thrived off of it. To be his puppet that he can bend and play with at his own will, it was an honor.

A click of his teeth meets your ears, ripping you out of your thoughts. A gust of air has you realizing that your lack of answer was just as foolish of an idea as well.

“I haven’t gagged you yet, love,” He growls, his breath fanning your face telling you that he is beyond close. A large hand pulls at your neck so harshly that your head cranes off of the pillows, you struggle to catch your own breath as his palm squeezes against your throat. “So, I expect an answer. Why’d you think it was a good idea to be such a whore tonight?”

The blockage of your windpipe has you quickly feeling lightheaded, gasping out as you try to catch your air. “I… I wasn’t being a whore.” You choke out, trying to lace your voice with as much spite as you can.

When he frees your neck from his clutches, you feel him staggering back. A blasphemous laugh escapes him as the oxygen makes its way back to your system, coughing harshly at the freedom. “You weren’t?” He cackles, a harsh slap meeting the side of your thigh like it’s the punch line to some twisted joke. “Then tell me why Johnny was fucking you with his eyes. Tell me why you let him touch what’s mine.”

He was always relentless whenever he got like this, and it’s detestable how the arousal oozes down your thighs at his ruthlessness.

It was truly harmless. A fancy dinner to commemorate the marriage anniversary of one of Yuta’s closest friends. When the two of you run into a mutual friend, Johnny, you’re reminded of one of your boyfriend’s deepest and scathing flaws– his jealousy. Even worse, this unspoken for yet deeply rooted rivalry that he’s had with the taller man for years.

[ “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Johnny all but whistles at you as your heel meets the concrete, exiting Yuta’s car. “C’mere,” The blonde fans the expanse of his arms open for a hug, beckoning you to accept with the most welcoming of eyes.

Unable to decline, you quickly prance into the hug, excited to see him after almost a year of no contact. “It’s been forever, Johnny!”

“You look amazing. I love this dress,” He lilts. Taut arms encapsulate around your waist, squishing your breasts against his chest in a suffocating embrace. Nuzzling nose into the crown of your head, inhaling the lavender scent of your freshly washed hair.

Just when you’re about to separate from him, Johnny is pulling you up into the air. Swinging you around obnoxiously as your feet dangle above the ground. Squealing excitedly as you playfully slap at his shoulder, “Johnny, Johnny! Put me down!” You screech.

Going as far as to swing you around, you aren’t able to escape him until a honk interrupts you. The screeching alarm of the car goes off, headlights blaring in an on and off pattern as Yuta steps out of the driver’s seat, tongue licking at his bottom lip before meeting his cheek. Leaning against the door, he stares right and center at you in a challenging fashion. The look was a dead giveaway that he was not having any of this, and you quickly create distance by pushing the latter male away. Running awkwardly back to your beloved as he takes on a deadly grip against your waist, not missing the way he glares at you from the side.

The two of you pass up Johnny with your steps in sync, the latter male waving his hand up at Yuta to greet him. Only to be completely ignored as your boyfriend’s jaw clenches in agitation.

Needless to say, dinner was tense with deafening silence. The two males leering at each other as Yuta tries to shield your body by draping his blazer over your shoulders. His fingernails gripping into the meat of your inner thigh to keep you still. Your confidence in your body and the way you dressed was usually a bragging right, flaunting you to everyone proudly as he relishes in their jealousy. But everything was always a different case with Johnny.

When the night has come to an end, your boyfriend immediately grabs at your wrist before dragging you to the car. Throwing you into the passenger seat before cornering you into the cushions, back meeting the console painfully as that daring gaze bores into your very soul.

“Yuta–?”

“Just wait until I get you back home, slut.” ]

“I’m sorry!” You cry as Yuta flips you over, hand looping between the pretty rope that holds your wrists together to maneuver your body into an arch, ass on full display just for him. Tightly bonded rope harshly wrings around your wrists, salacious burn definitely leaving indentations into the flesh. Screeching out when a hand harshly comes down onto your ass. The rings that adorn his long fingers adding the contrast of a cold sting.

“Saying sorry isn’t going to change the fact that you’re a cock hungry slut, love,” Yuta immediately tuts. A wave of smacks attacking your exposed flesh, alternating from cheek to cheek with succession. Your cries now dominate the room as you beg for forgiveness, the only thing that rivals it are his breathy chuckles when his erection digs into the back of your thigh. Rutting against you the harder he gets. “Wish you could see yourself right now, pussy is fucking crying for me.”

It’s depraved, the way that your tongue hangs out when you feel two of his fingers enter you from behind. Squelching embarrassingly audible as he thrusts all the way to the hilt, juices coating his fingers and trailing down his hand. The sweet metal of his rings stretch your walls even further, and you’re bucking back into his hand for even more relief. Digits expertly navigating to your sweetest spots, long enough to graze against the spongy wall deep inside.

“Little slut likes having her hole filled?” You feel his chest meet your back, lips meeting your ear in a hushed whisper before biting harshly at the lobe. “ You nod feebly against the weight of his body, feeling that he’s still fully clothed has you unbelievably vulnerable. The burning of your core increases, and your stomach tightens as you feel an orgasm approach. The dichotomy of humiliation and lust mix into an unadulterated anguish when your lover’s fingers suddenly leave your core. Your empty pussy squeezes against nothing, begging for him to come back. “Yuta, please!”

A harsh slap against your folds has you toppling over, ears barely registering Yuta’s curses. “Greedy bitch,” He bites. Grabbing at the knot that holds your blindfold together, Yuta forces your spine to crane upwards against his chest. Lifting you around before you take a place seated at his lap on the edge of the bed, feeling the sift of the silk tie being undone. Your eyes have to flicker a bit to adjust to the sudden ambush of light that invades your vision.

When you come to, you’re met with your own reflection looking right back at you. Face already flushed as Yuta’s hand spreads your thighs, caressing your slit with the slightest touch. A jolt of electricity running up your spine when it just barely grazes your clit. “Look at this, baby…” He whispers into your ear, nuzzling into your face as he deeply inhales your scent. “You wanna know why it gets me so fucking angry when you let Johnny touch what’s mine?”

Knowing better than to ignore him, you bob your head eagerly. A satisfied smirk overtakes his features. Fingers are more gracious in rubbing against your clit, causing you to chase after the touch. He takes in the visual in the mirror– the way you rut against his hand has him seething with pride. The way you feebly try to maneuver despite being bound by the rope. It’s overwhelming, and he loves it.

Everything, under his control.

“Because he, no– nobody, could ever compare to me. No one could ever fuck this pussy like I do,” He grits while pinching your clit, causing you to squeal. “It’s fucking humiliating when you give anyone even the thought that they could have a chance.’

You beg and beg for his forgiveness, promising him with wistful greed that you’ll never do anything to hurt his pride again. Tears pricking at the ends of your eyes causing him to smile that same crazed grin, satisfied with how much he’s broken you.

“Shh,” He hushes you with the same fingers that were fondling your wetness, tasting yourself as he cleans himself of your juices in your mouth. He swirls the digits around your tongue before popping them out with ease. “You swear you’ll be a good girl, now?” He teases, circling around your nipple to harden it under the cool touch.

“I promise,” You plead. Your boyfriend looks like an absolute adonis in the mirror, white long sleeve with just a few buttons undone at the top. A prominent collar bone that’s begging to be marked in your sights, but unable to be tainted due to your position. Hair framing his face so perfectly, your mind is boggled at how he could ever think you’d want anyone else. “I’m yours only Yuta, only you can fuck me.”

He groans at your obedience, knowing that no matter how harshly he punishes you, you’ll always take it with gratitude. “Fuck, love,” He pushes a little bit forward to unbuckle his belt and free his cock of its confines. “Love you so fucking much.” Pushing the fabric of his slacks to his knees, he’s pulling back at your confined wrists. Navigating to you to bend over a tad so he can align the tip of his cock with your entrance, licking his lips at the sight of your sopping wet folds.

He grips at your shoulder blade before pushing you down onto his member, meeting you halfway as he thrusts up into your pussy. You yell his name desperately as he takes an erratic pace from the go, making eye contact with yourself in the mirror. Your hair already disheveled, face fucked out beyond comprehension. Rope now digs deeper than ever as Yuta bounces you up and down on his cock.

Catching your eyes in your reflection, he chuckles at your current state. Grabbing at your neck again, he forces you to look at yourself front and center. “Pretty, huh?” He doesn’t wait to reply before forcing you to nod under his hold. The man absolutely loves treating you like his doll. “That’s all mine.” Exchanging his hold to your hips, he now puts in overtime in pummeling you. Breasts flailing with every bounce as you praise your lover’s athleticism. “Yutaa,” You whine. “Love you and your cock so fucking much.”

“Yeah?” He replies, a particular thrust meeting your sweetest spot. When you throw your head down in please, he pushes you forward so that your feet are now planted on the ground. Bucking into you eagerly to help you chase your high, his balls are slapping against your flesh, stabilizing you with his hands intertwined at your wrists. Watching the dazed smile that forms on your face, his chest swells in admiration. “I love you too, little slut.”

Disappointed that you can’t hold your own and that you keep toppling over, Yuta grabs the disposed belt behind him before looping it around your neck. The sleek leather digging into you harshly enough that it’ll surely leave a mark.

When you wheeze out for air, he’s amazed at how your pussy clenches impossibly tight around him. Groaning as he has to throw his body into every thrust, the warmth of your core causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head.

“Yuta, cumming,” You splutter, voice faint and hacking against the belt. “G-gonna make me cum.”

“Just a little more, love,” He goads you on, his own climax coming in just as quickly. Tip kissing the deepest parts of your insides, he opts to meet your ass at the hilt of his cock. Circling his hips to relish in the way your walls coat him in so much arousal, so much that it trickles down his balls.

Losing himself in the pleasure, he lets the belt fall, freeing you from the constriction. Soles of his feet plant deep into the ground when he pushes you forward, fucking into you at an ungodly pace. Yuta’s never been quiet, didn’t care for toxic masculinity that required boring grunting. His moans almost dominate yours, voice like a melody as his thrusting loses rhythm.

You can’t comprehend anything else, the only thing visible is your reflection as you get absolutely pounded into. And when you catch the way his eyes are locked at where his cock connects with your pussy, the praises of love and possession leaving his lips, your orgasm releases.

“Fuck, Yuta!” You screech, incoherent begs leave your lips. Wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his cum.

He’s turbulent, laughing at how impossibly wet your pussy gets after cumming so well for him. “Little cock slut does so well for me,” The male compliments you with a sneer. A few more thrusts and you’re sure that he puts his all into the last one, reaching all the way inside at an angle that drags against every corner and kisses your cervix. Mewling against your ear as he empties the contents of his balls deep inside of you. “So, so fucking good for me…”

Lost in the sensations of the room that reeks of sex, Yuta pulls out immediately. Your gaping hole closes around nothing as he falls back onto the bed, gasping out for air. Pulling you by your tied wrists you topple over onto the bed as well, the two of you staring into each other’s eyes as you catch your breaths.

You’re foolish to think that this would be the time to properly communicate tonight’s events. To think that he’d gotten all of his frustrations out over treating you like a fuck doll. But as soon as he comes to, he immediately sits up before pulling up his pants. Combing the bangs that have stuck to his forehead out of his face, he stretches out like a cat.

Your eyes widen when you see him heading towards your bedroom door. “Yuta?” You call for him worriedly, cum quickly spilling out of your core and staining the sheets. “Where are you going?”

He doesn’t even crane his neck all the way back as he glances at you from his peripheral. “Grabbing water really quick,” He shrugs like you aren’t still tied up and unable to move your arms freely.

“Can you untie me, please?” You ask.

His eyes darken at the request before turning back to you, traveling back quickly to grab at your ass. Rolling the flesh around like dough in his hands, his lips stretch from ear to ear when he takes in the growing fear in your eyes. Everything clicks when you see the lust that still swirls in his expression deviously.

“Who said I was done with you?”

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author’s note: sorry if the bondage wasn’t as kinky as you were imagining, i swear i’ll make up for it with a full yuta fic someday >.>