no anon i didn't know what it was , so i looked it up and... i have written some unhinged ass shit but this def takes the cake , i fucking love this😭...

one conversation leads to something bigger with all your friends.

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"making out with other dudes cum in your mouth is not hot." you heard seungmin say as you walked into the livingroom of the dorm. "what did i just walk into?" they all turned to you. "nothing , just random stuff , guys wrap it up." chan said. "you guys talking about making out with cum in your mouths on the daily?" your eyebrows quirked up , the older boys face flushed in embarrassment.

"＿ , listen to this." han started. "you know the soggy cookie game right?" you hummed , you weren't dumb. "yeah , when you jerk off on a cookie and the loser eats it." han nodded. "so me and felix were talking what if it was a person instead of a cookie , and the last person has to make out with the person." your silence was justified. "guys you might make her uncomfortable." hyunjin said , his face red.

"wait no , that's kinda hot." you said , all their eyes went wide. "see ! she gets it." felix said. "you'd let a bunch of guys cum into your mouth , and then make out with one of them?" lee knows eyebrow quirked up. "well not a random group a guys , that's a std waiting to happen , but if the opportunity came up with a group of guys i know , sure."

"would you let us do it?" jeongin said , your eyes widen at the sudden question. "jeongin." chan tried to get the boy to stop. "wait hyung i want to hear her answer." changbin said. "would you let us use your mouth as the cookie , and make out with the loser?" he smirked , waiting for your answer. "why are you asking , would you purposely loose , just to make out with me." you teased.

"answer the question." lee know said , you could definitely tell the atmosphere had shifted , the way they all looked at you , you felt like you were on display. you thought about it for a second , shrugging. "sure , if the opportunity came up i would." you said.

"y..you don't have to answer these questions ＿." chans face was red , it made you want to tease him even more. "why channie? does making out with your members cum in my mouth turn you on?" he sunk down farther into the chair. "it does!" you laughed.

"prove it then." lee know said , everyone turned to him now. "get on your knees and lets us do it." he challenged , the atmosphere now entering a very dangerous territory. "fine." you challenged right back. "you don't have to." hyunjin said , face the same color as chans.

"no let's do it , i promise it's fine."

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was it the best idea to let them do this , probably not , but that didn't stop you from getting on your knees , after telling them all to strip, which some of them waisting no time in doing , some slowly coming around, but hyunjin and chan were more standoffish , even though they'd been hard , since you were brought into the conversation. "are you two not participating , i won't force you to , but you can join whenever you want." you reassured.

"take your top off , give us something to look at." jeongin said , palming his cock over his underwear. "okay." you reached for the hem of your shirt , pulling it over your head , taking your bra off , letting your tits bounce freely. "o..oh fuck that was hot." han bit his lip , trying to conceal his moan.

"i knew you'd be noisy." you said smirking at the boy , who was the first one to take his cock fully out of his pants , stroking it while he drooled over your boobs. "felix , i told you her boobs were perfect." you turned to boy , who's face was red , as he bucked up into his hand. "you guys talk about my boobs on a regular?" you toyed with your nipples , putting on a little show , for the blonde haired boy.

"h..how can we not when you're always flaunting them." seungmins stroked his hard on , his eyes dark. "i thought making out with other dudes cum in your mouth was gross." you teased. "yeah that's why im gonna be the first one to cum inside your mouth." fuck that turned you , you squeezed your thighs together.

"of course that turns you on." lee know spoke up. "sluts like you always get turned on when being talked to like that." he fisted his cock in his hand. "take your skirt off." changbin spoke up , he was one of the ones who was slowly getting into it , rubbing his cock through his gym shorts.

their eyes followed you as you stood up , unzipping the skirt , pulling it down , throwing it somewhere revealing your black underwear, smirking when you seen jeongin out the corner of your eye, finally taking his cock out , stroking it , that was five out of eight of them of them , you then reached for your underwear , slowly pulling them down your leg.

"fuck." changbin lowly groaned , fishing his cock out his shorts , fucking his fist. "sit on the couch , spreading your legs." seungmin said his pace speeding up , you complied, your wet cunt on display for all eight of them. "o..oh fuck , look how wet she is." jeongin groaned.

you made eye with chan , who was now palming his cock after probably mentally fighting with himself , smiling at the man , his face flushed once he realized you saw him.

"o..oh fuck im gonna cum." han stood up , making his way over to your naked self. "minnie seems like he beat you to it." you mocked the boy , who looked like he wasn't that far along either since he had been doing it the longest. "fuck , open your mouth." he put his tip flat against your tongue , tugging at his cock for a few times , before cum shot from his red tip , onto your waiting tongue. "oh shit." he breathed , "your tongue feels good." he pulled his pants back up sitting back down.

"finally , someone filled that bratty mouth." lee know said , making you rolled your eyes. "fuck , come here im about to fill it up some more." you walked over to him , sinking down to your knees , right in front of his cock , he grabbed your jaw , forcing it open. "had we been alone , i would've fucked your throat raw for talking like that." he growled , "shit." he slid his tip into your mouth, cum flooding your mouth.

next was seungmin , who didn't even let you get up before he was grabbing your arm , pulling you over to his side , his cock leaking with pre-cum as he roughly fucked his fist , tapping his tip against your lips your mouth opening , the sight of the others cum in your mouth sitting in your mouth setting him off, "oh fuck." he pushed his tip into your mouth , cumming , some of it getting on your lips. "shit." his head was thrown back as he came down from his high.

you sat back on the couch , just as jeongin felt his orgasm approaching , running his thumb along the tip of his cock , "shit im gonna cum." he was sitting next to you , so all he had to do was stand up , he was a messy when he came , his cum spurting not only in your mouth , but some on your cheek. 'm'sorry." you shook your head , taking your finger , wiping it off your cheek , putting your finger into your mouth.

the lewd action must've set changbins orgasm off , because he was making his way over to you , stroking his cock. "mouth so full you can barely open it." he groaned , pushing the tip of his cock past your lips , he let out a string of curse words as his cum filled up your mouth , your already puffed cheeks puffing up more.

"oh my god , fuck!" felix's accent was strong as he felt the build up in his stomach , he lasted longer than he thought he would , he wouldn't mind making out with you in this condition , it was hot to him , but he couldn't help but stroke his cock at your body , your perky boobs , drool and little bits of cum fall on to them , your eyes glazed over , your went cunt on display. you looked a mess. "fuck im cumming." he was sitting on the side of you, standing up , stroking his cock faster as the knot in his stomach snapped , your mouth welcoming his cum. "fuck so messy." he wiped the drool from your lips.

it was between chan and hyunjin , chan had been slowly stroking his cock , finally giving in , his face was red as a tomato , the whole interaction was something straight out of a porno or a really good wet dream , the way you sat naked , waiting for the next guy to fill your mouth with their cum , his lip was tucked in between his teeth , he could feel you watching him and it made his cock 10x times harder.

hyunjin watched for a long time , fighting with himself internally, even though it had been way past the line , he still felt like it was wrong , but he slowly started to lose composure as you began to lose clothes , and he members began to cum , first palming his hard on over his jeans , finally pulling them down , fishing his cock out , allowing himself the release.

both of them were teetering on the edge of their orgasms , you were watching them with low eyes , your mind was fuzzy from the entire situation , you felt like you were about to cum untouched. "you've been rubbing your legs together since we started , poor baby must be so stressed." hyunjin got a boost of confidence , and it turned you on. "touch yourself a little."

seungmin held your legs open , you let your hand travel to your clit , rubbing figure eights on your clit , you moan , trying not to swallow anything. "look at the slut struggling to keep it all in." lee know said.

"sh..shit , shit im gonna cum." chan finally let himself go , you crawled over to him , looking at him through your lashes, slowly opening your mouth. his eyes rolled to the back of his head , his tip pushed into your mouth as he came with a low whine , "fu.fuck , fuck are you okay?" he caressed your cheek , you smiled nodding , he thought you looked cute regardless of the situation.

"hyunjin is the last one , he's the loser." han spoke up , the guys were watching the entire time , trying and failing not to get hard again. "how about you finish him off." felix said , you crawled over the him , looking up at him for permission to touch him. "shit, please touch me." he whined. "go on touch him before he explodes." lee know said , you grab the base of his cock , he groaned as , his head knocking back as you stroked him.

"put your mouth on him." jeongin said , your lips wrapped around his tip. "now suck like a good cumholder." you complied and that was all he needed , so pent up he came instantly, finally filling your mouth up. "shit."

"i need to record this." han pulled out his phone out , pressing record as you stood up sitting in his lap, grabbing his jaw , looking at him for any signs of not wanting to do it. "please kiss me." you pressed your lips against his , pushing your tongue and the cum of his bestfriends, into his mouth, you could here the curse words from everyone in room, it was lewd , even seungmin had to admit it was hot.

it was messy , both of your faces where covered in cum and spit , as you pulled away, you smiled when he chased your lips. "fuck." he breathed. "jesus i can't believe that just happened." changbin was the first one to come to terms with what just happened , you finally could be speak.

"fuck , it was just as hot as i thought it would be."

Of course, having a bratty submissive who can only bite back for so long until he has them stuttering over their words and begging him for some kind of forgiveness is fun, absolutely. But you, on the other hand, are someone who continuously bites back, no matter how severe or teasing the punishment might be. And that’s because, in the end, Minho always gives you what you want—it's nearly impossible for him not to.

Originally, he thought he’d get sick of it, the fact that he can’t break you as he has done to countless other subs who’d been in the picture before you got here. He also thought that he would be able to separate romantic affairs from sexual ones, but the truth is that you’re too good of a catch not to pursue in both ways. Point is, this defiance from you (which at times can be extreme—but nothing Minho can’t handle) is something that draws Minho in so deeply, and sometimes, it actually makes him go a bit dumb whenever you fuck.

Take tonight for example; you’re riding him so well, lifting yourself up and down his cock with all the grace in the world. Each time you bring yourself back down onto him, he stretches you out so wonderfully, cock hard and nudging against the soft spot deep inside of you. It’s gone unspoken for a while, but there’s no denying that Minho’s cock fits so well inside you, it’s like your pussy was made just for him, or maybe his cock was made specifically for you. Regardless, the fact that Minho gets so achingly hard for you is proof of the spell you have him under.

You’re using him like he’s disposable, a toy—and he fucking loves it. In fact, he loves it so much that he’s drooling as you ride him. Eyebrows furrowed together with his eyelids so low that they are almost closed—but they’re open, and he’s fixated on the way you ride him, so good that you’re creaming and clenching around him. His mouth is open, letting him unleash whatever degrading phrases he chooses, though, it’s occupied by deep moans and the lines of drool that leave his lips.

Then you do something you’ve never done before—although you’ve thought about it—raising your hand and landing a quick slap at Minho’s face. It’s not necessarily hard, but you’re still rewarded with the most beautiful, pornographic moan you’ve ever heard leave Minho’s mouth. He’s not that much of a moaner, typically choosing to grunt or to cover up his noises by degrading or praising you. But you find that when you’ve got him like this, completely under your mercy, he has the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard. And you wish you’d hear them more often.

“My eyes are up here, you know?” You tease.

But when he still doesn’t look at you, you grab him by his face, fingers digging into his cheeks as you tilt his head up; forcing him to look at you. His gaze finally meets yours after minutes and he’s just so fucking perfect. The softness of his eyes and how glassy they look with tiny tears brimming in his waterline. And the way he wears a little pout, almost like he’s begging you for more when at any point he could take the control back into his own hands—and he knows it.

“There you are, pretty boy. Was beginning to think I’m fucking you too dumb,” You slow down your movements, and Minho’s cock twitches at your words.

His hands, which had previously been resting at his sides, come up to grab at your waist, not wanting for you to stop anytime soon. But you stop him before he can touch you, taking his wrists in both of your hands. “Thought I told you no touching, baby? Maybe I should tie you up like you do me?”

He holds back a moan, attempting to thrust up into you, but fails when he realizes he’s too weak to do it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If I called you a stupid slut just like you do me? Hm? Make you beg to cum?”

Minho can’t bring himself to answer, no. The words are in his head, stringing together along the tip of his tongue in an incorrect order, and still, he can’t begin to answer. Every time he opens his mouth, only moans and incomprehensible murmurs leave it. His mind is clouded with a thick haze, only being able to concentrate on the feeling of you, all wet and warmly wrapped around his cock, and the words that spill from your mouth.

He shuts his eyes once you start moving again, and you’ve got him exactly where you want him. To an audience, this would seem like a brat getting payback for all the times their gorgeous dom punished them—and in part, it is. If Minho gets to see you all dumb and fucked out, don’t you also get to see him like that?

“Wanna help me cum, pretty boy?” By this point, you’re rolling your hips on him, at a slow and steady speed. “Or are you too stupid and fucked out to do it?”

“Always wanna make you cum,” He speaks! Looking up at you in a haze, bottom lip between his teeth.

You let go of his wrists, bringing your hand up to his mouth and prying it open with your fingers. You let two fingers rest on his tongue, your middle and ring, before spitting into his mouth and thrusting those same fingers deeper into his mouth. Minho closes his mouth around your fingers and sucks them in.

“Such a good boy,” You laugh as he moans around your fingers.

But just as quickly as you started, you take your fingers out of his mouth, rubbing the saliva all across the bottom half of his face. You plant a quick kiss onto his lips, and he lifts his head, following you for more. You deny him the kiss, lifting yourself into a squatting position—planting your feet against the soft cushion of the couch. You place your hands against his chest and begin moving on his cock again, gradually increasing your speed.

Minho’s thumb meets your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bud. With his other hand, he holds your face and makes you look at him, similar to what you did to him not long ago. His eyes meet yours and they’re no longer glossy and filled with tears, rather, his eyes are filled with such a deep hunger that makes you shiver and clench around him. It’s a sudden contrast from how spaced out he previously looked and now he looks like he’s ready to devour you whole.

“Oh, don’t be scared now,” He says, wearing a dangerous smirk on his face. “You didn’t even get a chance to make me your slut.”

He wants that to sound intimidating, he truly does, but you can see right through the facade. And the fact that he’s biting back his moans just makes it better. You laugh, smiling widely at him—hair a mess and sticking to your forehead, and still, you’re the prettiest person on the planet.

“You were my slut the second I laid my eyes on you. And you always will be, pretty boy. Now cum.”

Minho’s never cum on command before, and it’s like his cock has a mind of its own, twitching and releasing his cum deep inside of you. Still, you continue to bounce on him, not letting the aching in your thighs deter you from getting as much cum as you can from him. His thumb still working on your clit and driving you into your own orgasm. Not even getting the chance to cry out for him because he silences your moans with his lips. He continues slow, tight circles against your clit until you come down from your high, planting multiple kisses on your lips as you begin to catch your breath.

You lift yourself off of him, watching as cum leaks out of you and back onto his cock. You smile, coming up to pepper kisses all over his face, his chest, and abdomen. Once you’re face to face with his cock, you lick along his shaft, swiping up all the cum with your tongue before spitting it back onto his cock and taking him whole in your mouth. Minho bucks up into your mouth with a cracked moan leaving his before he pulls you off of him. You laugh teasingly at his sensitivity.

“You were so good for me,” You smile at him, booping his nose—to which he rolls his eyes, trying to contain his smile at the praise. “Next time, you can do whatever you want to me.”

"come on" you whispered, both of your hands pushing his shoulders in an attempt to move his body away, "minho..."

"don't act like you haven't miss me," he mumbled with his lips attached to your neck, licking and nipping softly the skin on the spots where he knew you were the most sensitive, "you call me every single night just to get off with my voice".

your cheeks turned a red color due to the embarrassment because you knew he was far from lying.

"we broke up 2 months ago and yet you still can't cum on your own" he muttered, his gaze admiring your soft skin and guilty facial features as he withdrew from your neck, "it's adorable how you call me every night and beg for me to tell you all the filthy things i want to do with you".

you licked your lips in exasperation and walked away from his body, your heart racing at an incredibly fast speed as you tried to recall how you ended up getting cornered by your exboyfriend on your own apartment.

"i have stuff to do," you said, walking around the living room as you looked for your purse. "just pick up the things you need and leave".

the main reason why minho showed up to you apartment was that he needed to pick up some clothes he had left there before the break up. he actually asked for your permission to pick them up as soon as you two broke up but, since you were not in the greatest emotional space, you turned down his request.

2 months have passed and, even though you still called him almost every night just to hear his voice while you touched yourself, you were starting to feel better. more adventurous, you would say.

"do you have plans?" he questioned, both of his palms resting on the kitchen bar table. you hummed in response, walking towards your room to fix your hair before grabbing your coat and storm out of your apartment, "cancel them".

you let out a soft chuckle, listening to the sound of his steps approaching your bedroom.

"you should make plans too" you teased, looking at your reflection in the full length mirror, "it would suck to be at home on a saturday night".

"i have plans" he responded with a cocky yet dominant tone, "i am just waiting for my plan to cancel hers".

"you must be joking" you mumbled while you caught a glimpse of his gaze through the reflection of the mirror, realizing that minho's eyes were fixed on your whole body, specially your arse.

"i am not going to ask you twice" he mumbled, carefully walking towards you while his hands wrapped around your waist, "you know you need this more than i do, y/n, don't fight it".

"look," you interrupted, slowly closing your eyes shut as you felt his growing bulge grazing against the thin fabric of the dress you were wearing, "i am trying to move on, and you should do the same".

"really?" he whispered near your ear, his hot breath covering your whole body in goosebumps, "trying to move on while you cum every single night moaning my name on the phone?"

you licked your lips in embarrassment and gave him a killer look through the mirror, his hot hands burning the skin on your waist while his head tilted ever so slightly to drag his lips along your neck.

"i won't do that again" you stuttered, feeling your heart beats losing their stable pace again, "it's just that-"

"it's just that you are too submitted to me that you can't even cum without asking for my permission" he groaned, his hands traveling along the sides of your body sending chills down your spine, "you need to hear those 3 magic words from me because you conditioned yourself to cum only when i let you to".

you let out a soft sigh and he took it as a sign to continue on working on your body, kissing your neck as his erection pressed against your arse.

"let's make it quick" you gave in, your whole body reacting to his touch in ways that actually made you feel shy, "i have somewhere to be later and i-"

"i know you" he groaned against your skin, his dark gaze fixing on yours through the reflection of the mirror, "once you start, you can never get enough".

you turned around on your heels and held the eye contact for a few silent seconds before his lips crashed into yours in almost an aggressive way, moving fast and harsh while his tongue brushed against yours ocasionally.

"fuck" you cursed under your breath, feeling your underwear completely ruined and your nipples painfully hardened.

his lips left your mouth to start peppering kisses on your jawline and neck, pulling down the straps of your dress to expose your breasts.

he sat down on the edge of your bed and signaled you to sit on his lap facing him, both of your hardened buds grazing against the fabric of his shirt and making you let out a small whimper as soon ss you felt the contact.

"i am sure you miss this," his deep voice mumbled, one of his arms wrapping your body against him while his available hand played with your nipples, "do you remember that time i bought you those nice nipple clamps for you? do you remember how good they felt every time you bounced on my cock?"

you moaned at his dirty words and couldn't help but clench around thin air as soon as you recalled the memory he was sharing.

"i bet you fantasize about me putting them on you again" he groaned, teasing your buds and pinching them to make you whimper, "you looked so pretty with the chain decorating your breasts".

"minho" you moaned, arching your back and grinding your clothed core against his bulge, "stop".

he arched one of his eyebrows while his eyes contemplated the scene. your body humping agsinst him almost pathetically, your head slightly rolled back with your eyes closed shut while your arms were wrapped around his neck. your body language wasn't really connected to the words that were coming out of your mouth and that only made him smirk, thinking that you were already too fucked out without even really starting.

"do you want me to stop?" he asked with a cocky voice, his fingers that were once playing with your nipples dragging along the fabric of your dress and under it, tracing your wetted slit on top of your laced underwear, "you want me to stop and yet you are making a mess of yourself without me doing anything".

you bucked your hips slightly at his touch, letting out a small whimper as soon as you fel this digits along your slit.

"please" you whispered, straightening your whole body and fixing your eyes on him, "please just touch me already".

a devilish grin appeared on his face when he heard you saying those words, the neediness of your voice fueling his desire to fuck you ten times more. however, the scene was slightly interrupted by the ringtone of your phone that was placed on your nightstand.

your eyes fixed on the bright sceen of the device and then on minho, whose eyes never left your figure. "don't pick up" he ordered, placing both of his hands on your waist and lifting your whole body up, "if it's important they will call again".

your heart sank into your chest and dropped to your stomach, knowing who was the person calling. and if your suspicions were right, the person was definitely going to call again.

however, your trail of thoughts was interrupted when minho laid you down on your bed, his hands removing the piece of ruined underwear while he placed it on the side of your bed.

"as much as i want to take my time with you," he grunted, lowering his black sweatpants to release his painfully hardened cock, "i am dying to be inside you again".

you spreaded your legs for him as a way of begging for his cock, exposing your needy cunt to him. he licked his lips at the pleasent image of how ready you were to take him, imagining all the nights you had spent in that exact same position touching yourself with one hand while the other held your phone against your ear, masturbating to the sound of minho's voice and orders.

"you are so cute" he mocked while lining his cock with your entrance, both of his hands spreading your legs even fruther.

and just before he slammed his cock inside you, your phone rang again.

this time, though, minho's eyes traveled almost immediately at the bright screen of the device resting on your side, catching a glimpse of the person calling.

it was a man.

"pick up" he ordered with a much more intense tone than before, "and put it on speaker".

your trembling hands grabbed the phone from off your nightstand, your heart racing at the realization of what was about to come.

you knew minho, you knew how possessive and jealous he was. you tried to avoid talking about your plans of the day because you didn't wanted to tell him about you having a date with someone, specially because you knew he wasn't going to take it well.

to be completely honest, though, you weren't really attracted to this man nor had any interest in him or a future relationship, but you were trying really hard to get over your exboyfriend and finding someone new to fuck with was the only possible solution you could come up with.

even so, and despite your attempts to find another man, you were once again under him, with your legs spreaded and your cunt begging to be used and abused by no other than him.

"y/n!" the man's voice sounded from the other side of the line, "i have been trying to reach out for you."

you licked your lips while your eyes fixed on minho's, the tip of his cock brushing against your bundle of nerves while he tilted his head slightly.

"y-yeah" you replied, praying for him to say anything but the word date. "i was busy with... some stuff, from my apartment".

however, luck was never on your side.

"it's okay" he reassured, "i just wanted to know if you are still down for our date tonight".

you cursed him mentally and closed your eyes as soon as he finished his sentence, only catching a glimpse of minho's cold gaze fixed on yours.

and just when you were about to reply, minho harshly slammed his cock inside you without giving you any time to adjust to his length.

"i-" you replied trying your hardest to repress the painful whines that threatened to come from your lips, "ye-".

minho took the phone from your hands and hung up the call, throwing it to the other side of your bed while he pounded his cock inside you at an aggressive pace.

"so that was your plan?" he groaned, pinning both of your wrists on top of your head with one of his hands while the other one cupped your cheeks and forced you to look at him, "you are such a filthy slut, y/n".

"i am sorry" you whined, feeling the pain and pleasure numbing all of your senses and fucking your mind almost immediately, "fuck i-"

your words were interrupted with a sudden slsp on your left cheek, making you open both of your eyes almost immediatly.

"i didn't ask you to apologize" he groaned, gripping your neck harshly while he choked you with the same hand that slapped you just a few moments ago, "did i?"

you shook your head slightly, tears starting to fall down from your cheeks due to minho's grip on your neck and the lack of oxygen.

"my filthy dumb slut" he hissed, buring himself deep inside you while he lost all his senses, "you want to act like a big girl? you can't even touch yourself on your own."

you whined at his words and clenched around him almost unexpectedly, earning a devilish smirk from the man himself.

"you think you are so smart and independent," he groaned, making eyecontact with you while his cock went in and out of your dripping cunt, "but look at you, getting used by no other than your exboyfriend".

"minho" you hissed almost desperately, trying to release your wrists from his grip, "fuck-"

"i guarantee you," he groaned, his hips acquiring a sloppy pace while his moans and grunts became more frequent in between words, "that no one is going to be capable of making you fall apart like this".

you moaned even louder at his words, your body writhing under his while your bundle of nerves ached for your touch. you were so close to your release, all you needed was the slightest touch on your clit to finally let go.

"you are so used to moan my name every time you cum," he continued leaning onto your body while his lips approached your ear, "that you are going to be getting fucked by another cock and still your dumb brain will be thinking about me".

"minho" you moaned desperately, your hips moving against his in hopes of getting the friction you needed. luckily for you, and due to the history between you two, he knew exactly what you needed.

his hand let go of the grip on your wrists only to travel along your body and to your clit, rubbing it in circles at a steady pace while his cock abused your tight hole.

"stick your tongue out" he commanded you, smirking as soon as he appreciated the image of your fucked out gaze along with your tongue sticking out, just like he ordered you too. "you look so dumb, y/n" he mumbled, his cock twitching every time your eyes rolled to the back of your head due to the overwhelming sensation of having him inside you, "you are nothing but my slut, only i get to play with you like this and only i get to fuck that pretty pussy of yours".

you nodded eagerly, the tears in your eyes uncontrollably falling as you felt your arousal washing up your whole body.

"oh god" you moaned, quickly transforming into a painful scream. your head rolled back slightly as you felt your walls clenching around minho's cock aggressively, your hips grinding involuntarily against him as a signal that you needed more and more of his cock.

"how quickly you fall apart on my cock" he groaned, his thrusts increasing its pace as his words started to come out more broken and accompanied by frequent growls and moans, "you want to deny it, but your body knows well who owns you".

a few seconds after feeling you cuming around him, he was able to approach his high as well. his cock twitched inside you while his arousal painted your walls white, the sticky and warm sensation making your whole body tremble under his.

he took a few minutes to stabilize himself before pulling out, making sure that your whole body received every single last drop of his arousal before withdrawing from your pussy.

without saying a word, and maintaining the eye-contact, he grabbed your pair of ruined, wetted panties and he slid them up along your legs again.

"enjoy your date," he mumbled, adjusting your underwear with a swift motion to prevent his cum from leaking out of you, "and don't you dare to change your underwear".

you gave him a confused, yet aroused, look. the perverted idea of having his cum dripping out of your wet cunt turning you on even more.

You knew better than to bother Minho.

You really did, you really knew better.

You knew better than to decorate one of your wrists during your sibling’s birthday dinner with that special bracelet he had gifted you, one that meant that —as long as you were wearing it— your body belonged utterly and completely to him. A bracelet that you both had negotiated as a sign that he could use you whenever he liked, whenever he wanted.

You knew better than to keep on pushing his buttons, better than keep on teasing him even when he brushed his middle and ring finger against the right side of his jaw twice in less than 10 minutes.

You knew better than to rest a hand on his thigh, than to caress it innocently every time your family asked him questions about his private life.

You knew better than to make him angry, but you couldn’t stop indulging yourself.

“What happened down there?” Minho asked you as soon as he closed the door of your old bedroom behind him, trying to keep his voice low but failing almost immediately as the built-up anger took the best of him.

“What do you mean?” you replied, nonchalantly.

“You know what I am talking about,” your boyfriend warned you, following your figure through your bedroom. “Don’t pull that on me right now”.

“I really have no idea, Min,” you pouted, your gaze finding his through the reflection of the mirror.

“I know you are smart enough to reply to what you are being asked,” Minho’s cold voice made you shudder, but you were determined to see how long he could last without having the tiniest bit of control over you. “Don’t think that because your parents are sleeping in the next room I won’t make you talk”.

“I have no idea and the truth is, I am feeling very sleepy to try to guess,” you replied, completely ignoring your boyfriend’s jaw clenched and the bulge between his legs. “We have a long trip tomorrow and the last thing I want is to lose sleep time over whatever it is you have going on”.

Oh, how you loved that game.

How you loved to make him angry, teasing him and turning him on only to act all innocent and oblivious to the matter.

It was just too... exciting.

“And I suggest you do the same thing,” you continued, untying your hair in front of your old vanity before your hands reached out to unclench the pearl necklace you had decided to wear that evening, “because you are the one who is going to drive”.

“You should’ve stopped the first time I warned you,” Minho hissed with a cold tone, one that was maybe too relaxed in contrast to his tense body. “How many times did I ask you to stop?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged your shoulders, grabbing your hair comb after removing the pair of earrings you were wearing. Removing any jewelry but the bracelet. “I wasn’t even paying attention to you”.

“Ah, you weren’t?” he asked you while rising an eyebrow, both of his arms leaning on the chair you were sitting on.

“No, I wasn’t,” you teased him back with a grin on your face. “I was too busy chatting with my family to try and mess with you, Min”.

Minho licked his lips while he stared deep into your eyes through the mirror.

He hated that feeling. The feeling of not being in control.

He hated the feeling of you talking back to him instead of submitting almost automatically as soon as he laid his eyes on you.

He hated those times where you acted like he was out of his mind, treating him like everything was being made up by him when —in reality— it wasn’t.

He just couldn’t bear it.

But he also knew you better than you knew yourself.

He knew it was all a façade, one that fell as soon as he forced you into submission.

And he would be lying if he said that forcing you —instead of you submitting naturally for him— wasn’t ten times more satisfying than the latest.

“Ask me to forgive you for the deranged act you put up down there and I’ll forget your filthy behavior without punishing you,” he threatened you, his eyes following your image that walked from the vanity to the edge of the bed.

And, as you sat down, you couldn’t help but let out a faint scoff.

Knowing he especially hated those.

“Why do I have to ask for your forgiveness?” you queried, offering him a mocking grin. “It is not my fault that you get hard with the bare minimum”.

You knew you were signing your sentence, but you didn't care. You wanted to see how far your loving, sweet, caring, and perfect boyfriend —as your family had complimented him during the dinner— could go, and you were determined to find out.

“Did you forget who you are talking to?” he asked you, walking towards your figure and standing right in the middle of your parted legs. “Don’t make me fuck you to remind you”.

Another scoff and Minho swore you were driving him to the edge.

Your mischievous eyes traveled from his face to his growing bulge, smiling with cockiness while your gaze returned to his. “I don’t think that is enough to make me remember a thing”.

You emphasized the word that with such hatred and arrogance while signaling his crotch with your head that Minho’s first impulse was to grab a fistful of your hair, forcing your head back so you would have no other option than to keep the eye contact with him.

“Say that again,” he groaned cocking one of his eyebrows while he parted his lips, waiting for you to talk back. However, instead of replying, you caught Minho’s attention by fidgeting with the gold bracelet on your right wrist.

“You get to set the boundaries,” Minho had told you while locking the piece of jewelry around your wrist.

“No boundaries,” you replied, your eyes fixed on the way the material of the bracelet shined. “As long as I am wearing it, you can do whatever you want with me”.

“What if you don't like what I want to do with you?” he asked you, caressing the skin on the back of your hand.

“Well, we have a safe word for that, don't we?”

It didn't take him more than three seconds for that switch to flip inside of him. As soon as he saw the way you were playing with the piece of jewelry, he realized that it was okay for him to assert his dominance. Even better, that you were okay with him forcing you into submission.

With a swift movement, he slapped one of your cheeks roughly. It happened too fast that you didn't even realize it until you felt the stinging feeling under your skin, one of your hands instinctively flying to try and soothe the pain.

“Say that again,” he repeated, lifting both of his eyebrows while he looked down on you.

“I said,” you stuttered, but it was now too late to take your words back. “That your cock isn't enough for me”.

While still gripping a fistful of your hair, Minho dragged your whole body from the edge of the bed to the floor, forcing you to kneel in front of him. Your hair and clothes got messed up as you struggled against him, your mind being ready to surrender to submission even though your body was still fighting back to prove to him that he had no control over you.

“If my cock is not enough,” Minho hissed, aligning your head against his crotch with one hand while the other unbuckled his pants to release his throbbing dick, “You wouldn't mind if i used you like a fleshlight, would you?”

“I've had bigger things in my mouth,” you hissed at the pain of feeling his hand buried in your hair. “It's not like I can't take something as small as you”.

Oh, you were going there.

For any person outside the relationship, it would seem as if you thrived on humiliating your partner. Truth is, it was the complete opposite: you hated it.

But saying such things was the only way Minho would do almost anything to shut your mouth up.

If you were to tell him that he was very soft on you, he would fuck you harder.

If you were to tell him that he wasn't capable of making you cum, he would spend the whole night giving you orgasm after orgasm until you begged for him to stop.

If you were to tell him that he wasn't big enough for you, he would make sure to fuck all of your holes until you forgot your own name.

“Ah, so you have taken bigger cocks?” he groaned, gathering your hair in a ponytail and pushing your head all over his length. “Then why are you gagging around mine like a useless whore?”

Your eyes were closed shut and your nails digged into the fabric of his pants as you tried to breathe but –even when you couldn't– you didn't want him to stop.

“Those guys didn't train you enough, from what I can tell,” he hissed, trying hard to maintain his voice low to prevent anyone outside the room from hearing the lewd noises you both were making –even though a part of him did want them to hear–. “You can barely fit half of my cock without crying”.

Minho continued thrusting his cock inside you with absolutely no mercy until he felt your hands squeezing his thighs a bit harder than usual, letting him know that you needed to catch a breath.

He harshly took his length out of you, making you inhale and gasp just as loud as the gagging sounds that were leaving your mouth just a few seconds before.

“Do you still think I am not big enough for you?” he groaned, offering you a twisted smile. “Do i have to keep on fucking your mouth until you are drooling all over yourself like the dumb puppy you are?”

Even though a part of you still wanted to put up a fight, you were too caught up in trying to stabilize your breathe that you choose not to reply to his answer.

Still, you couldn't miss the opportunity to push him just a bit more.

“Don't you feel ashamed?” you asked him with broken words, the corners of your lips lifting in a twisted smile while he looked down on you. “That you take pride on being always the one in control, yet you ended up like this just because I wanted you to?”

“You should feel more embarrassed,” he immediately replied, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look up to him while both of your hands jerked him off with your drool as lube, “because you can't sit to have dinner with your lovely family like a decent human being without thinking about having a big cock inside your cunt”.

“Not yours though,” you teased him once again, smiling proudly once you felt his cock twitching between your hands.

“Not mine?” he queried, roughly pulling your head back as he tightened the grip he had on your hair. “You weren't thinking about me bending you over the dinner table and fucking you in front of everyone?”

You shook your head, giving him doe eyes while you tried your best to fake innocence.

“You weren't thinking about me showing your parents how much of a slut their daughter is?” You shook your head again. “From how bad you were teasing me, it looked like you wanted your whole family to know how good you are at taking cocks inside your holes”.

“Ha, is that what you were thinking about?,” you mumbled, sticking your tongue out to brush it against the tip of his cock. “What a perverted mind you have”.

“Do you know why we get along so well, y/n?” he asked you, taking advantage of your opened mouth to spit on it.

“Because you are obsessed with me?”

“Because you are just as sick as I am,” he replied, completely ignoring your silly –but accurate– answer. “Otherwise, why would you wear that bracelet tonight?”

You looked at the piece of jewelry and then at him, unable to give him a proper answer.

“Because you are a fucking slut,” Minho smiled, cock throbbing between your hands while your blazing gaze fixed on his.

“And still not yours,” you breathed, feeling the wetness between your legs increasing as Minho shot you a killer gaze. One that reminded you how bad you had behaved during the dinner and how rough your punishment was going to be.

But truth is, you were ready.

And needy.

And completely desperate for him to have you however he wanted.

“Take off your panties,” he commanded you, leaving your figure to walk towards your bed.

There was something so forbidden about fucking you in your childhood bedroom, one that you had used until you turned 18 and moved to your current city.

The innocence, the taboo, the knowledge of knowing you had never thought you would do something this filthy inside this room was both eerie and arousing, but he just couldn't hate that sensation.

As you waited for his next command, his eyes scanned the plushies aligned in front of your pillows. However, there was one resting on a chair that captured his attention more than the rest.

It caught his attention because it was perfect for the twisted idea he had in mind, so he lost no time into bringing it to the bed.

“Do you want to play?” you mocked him, your eyes following every single one of his movements as he placed the plushie against the mattres while he pushed the rest of them out of the bed to make more space. “You can play with any of then except the koala, that's my favorite”.

Again, the nonsense falling from your lips only bothering him much.

“Get on top of it,” he mumbled. “And hump it until you cum”.

Your eyes probably opened up like plates because Minho's next action was to let out a faint scoff.

“Didn't you want to be punished? You were practically begging for it,” he muttered, looking how you placed both of your knees on top if the bed while you straddled the plushie.

Any other person would think that humping a pillow or an object as a punishment wasn't as bad as other practices but –to you– it was.

You hated such punishment not only because it took you hours to cum just by that, but also because it made you feel pathetic.

Minho, on the other hand, loved the latest.

He loved how desperate you looked each time he commanded you to hump your own pillow. He loved how you would move your hips sloppily against it because of how hard you were trying to find that spot that could guarantee you the tiniest bit of stimulation. He loved how dumb you looked while you started to cry in the middle of it, begging for him to help you cum.

And he loved knowing it embarrassed you. After all, that was the reason why he had chose it as a punishment.

“You have 10 minutes,” Minho hissed, tilting his head towards your bed. “But knowing how turned on you are, if you work hard i think you can reduce that number to 5”.

The thug image you had put on was slowly fading away and it was now being replaced with shame.

But still, saying you weren't turned on by it was a filthy lie that neither you nor Minho believed.

So, as he waited for you to get on all fours on top of the stuffy, he walked towards one of the bags he had carried for the trip to your hometown.

“You know I can't cum with this,” you whimpered, feeling your clit grazing against the fabric of the cuddly toy.

“Oh, i know,” he replied, his hands lurking in the front pocket right before his digits made contact with the cold metal of the buttplug he had packed just in case. “That's why i am giving you an advantage”.

Your face turned to face his figure walking from the area of the vanity to your bed, the weight of it sinking ever so slighlty as he placed a knee on top of it.

You waited patiently for him to do his next moves, but the humiliation was almost eating you alive. You were on all fours, on top of a plushie that you could hardly recall who had given it you, with your dress all messed up and your nipples grazing against the fabric of such toy.

But it was such a sight for Minho, who was carefully pouring a generous amount of lube on the heart-shaped buttplug you utterly adored.

“This is the time where you regret being such an ungrateful whore,” he mumbled, teasing your ass with the tip of the toy. “I packed this especially for you, yet you still wanted to act like a brat with me”.

Soon, you felt pressure on your tightest hole and you couldn't help but let out a painful whimper as you felt the toy stretching you out.

“Don't forget where you are, y/n,” he whispered, leaving a trail of kisses on your naked arse. “One loud noise and you are going to wake up your parents”.

You closed your eyes while your head fell down against the plushie, and it was only then where you started to regret your actions of the evening.

Fucking Lee Minho, you are so good at playing this game.

“10 minutes,” your boyfriend reminded you, sitting right next to you. “You either make yourself cum with that or you don't get to cum at all for a month”.

You gasped as your heartbeats started to pick a faster rhythm, your hips instinctively grinding against the fabric of the stuffy while your mind was completely clouded with his threat.

And as regretful as you were feeling, there was not much you could do to avoid the punishment.

Maybe if you had beg for forgiveness when he asked you...

“9 minutes,” he clicked his tongue, his eyes diverting from the chronometer on his cellphone to your image.

“It's not– enough”, you quietly whined, your hips trying to do the job but the softness of the object beneath you preventing you from getting almost any stimulation. “I really can't”.

“That is not my problem, is it?” he asked you while tilting his head, one of his hands reaching out to caress your face before placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You asked for a lesson and that's what I am giving you, y/n. You don't get to complain”.

“Just– is just useless,” you cried, feeling frustrated because not even the stimulation on your hardened nipples nor the buttplug inside your ass were enough to get you to cum fast.

You were doomed because you needed Minho for that.

Whether it was his hands, fingers, mouth or cock, you needed him in order for you to cum in under 10 minutes. Otherwise, it would take you more, and you both knew it.

“You are not trying hard enough,” he huffed, looking how your hips moved sloppily against the plushie and how your glossy eyes were threatening him to start tearing up at any second. “To me, it looks like you don't want to cum for a while month”.

“No, no, i want to–”

“Keep your voice down,” he muttered, “you are being too loud. Do you want to wake up your parents?”

You shook your head.

“Then be a good slut, keep that pretty mouth of yours close and focus on what I asked you,” he commanded you, giving you soft spanks while your body moved mercilessly against the stuffy.

“Minho”.

“7 minutes”.

It felt an utter torture. The stimulation was there, your ass was being stretched by a butt plug and it felt good. Your hardened nipples were grazing against the fabric of the plushie and that made you wetter, but there was still something missing.

Your clit brushed against the soft object ever so slightly and it was driving you insane. No matter how much you changed positions or how aggressively your hips moved against it, the stimulation wasn't enough to get you to cum.

Worst part was that, not even for a second you doubted Minho's words.

You had pissed him off and these were the consequences you were doomed to pay.

“3 minutes,” Minho whispered, “And you are not even close, y/n”.

“I told you I can't do it,” you groaned quietly, muffling your anger against the stuffy. “You know I need more”.

“Oh, trust me, I know,” he replied, the calmness in his voice only fueling your despair even more. “With you being such a hungry whore, it is obvious you need your cunt filled for you to cum”.

You looked at him with teary eyes, hoping that he would have mercy on you and help you to cum –at least– one last time before your punishment.

“But do you think you deserve it?” he asked you, ruining every bit of hope inside you. “Do you think you deserve the privilege of having my cock inside your pussy?”

Your head fell down and your sore thighs tried to do the last effort before the time was over.

Minho, however, had other plans in mind. His eyes left your figure to focus in the numbers on his cellphone screen.

08:46.

“You don't deserve to have me fucking your pussy,” Minho breathed, pausing the chronometer while he lowered his pants and underwear again. “But I do deserve some relief for putting up with that bratty attitude of yours, don't you think?”

You looked at him confused.

“You are going to fuck your ass with my cock while you keep on grinding your plushie,” he hissed quietly, his hands maneuvering the buttplug out of you while his hard cock twitched at the sight of your throbbing hole. “If you manage to make me cum, then I will reconsider the one month punishment”.

Having Minho fucking your ass seemed like a reward for both parties, but it truly wasn't.

Or at least not when your parents where sleeping right next door.

“Is this enough reminder for you?” he asked you, the tip of his cock pressing against your tightest hole. “Or do I have to add more things to the equation so you can learn to be a respectful slut?”

You were now choosing to be quiet –something you should've done from the beginning– but Minho couldn't really complain because that only proved how he got back the power over you.

So, while having your face buried on the stuffy underneath you, Minho's hips pushed his length covered in lube slowly inside you.

“Oh my fucking g–” you gasped quietly, feeling the tears streaming down your cheeks once you felt his balls hitting against your slit.

“It's all up to you y/n,” Minho groaned, placing both of his hands on your hips, “If someone hears us, it's going to be your fault”.

After a few seconds of just biting the toy to muffle your painful whines and trying to get used to his girth inside your ass, your body started to move slowly along his length and over the plushie.

Slow, painfully slow but still as pleasent for Minho.

“There you go,” he hissed with a clenched jaw, his body completely still while yours moved back and forth on his length. “How do well-trained puppies like you say?"

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Louder”.

“Thank you”.

As embarrassing as it was, it didn't take you long for the familiar feeling on your lower abdomen to show up. The feeling of Minho's cock combined with the little stimulation on your bundle of nerves against the toy was now almost enough for you to be able to cum.

“Come on,” Minho huffed, condescendingly. “I know you can do better”.

“I am trying, it's just–” the breath got caught up in your throat as your weak body moved against Minho's, still with hope of chasing that precious climax that would guarantee you a good night of sleep.

However, you were too focus on not making any noise that you could hardly enjoy yourself.

“Fuck I just– can't keep quiet,” you groaned, moving your hips in circular motions. “I really– can't”.

“You don't have to,” Minho hissed, his body moving just slightly against yours. “Unless you don't care about your parents finding out how filthy their precious daughter is, you don't have to be quiet”.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“But if you need any help with that,” his whole body leaned over yours, making his dick reach the deepest spots inside your hole while you let out a painful moan that was quickly muffled by Minho's hand over your mouth, “this is better, right?”

Minho, who promised himself to maintain his self-control, broke that silly promise to fuck your ass just like you truly deserved it: rough, hard and filthy.

And now, the task of being quiet was nearly impossible.

“You filthy slut,” Minho groaned against your ear, ruthlessly slamming his cock inside your ass. “I gave you two opportunities to redeem yourself yet you can't do anything on your own, can you?”

You cried against his hand, muttering an “I am sorry” that drowned against his skin.

“But I can't blame a whore like you for it,” he continued, feeling how your tight walls hugged him just right. “Because I know that the minute you get turned on, you are unable to think about anything else but my cock”.

Now you were close.

And it wasn't the lack of stimulation on your clit or the emptiness of your holes that were holding you back from cumming, no.

His words were what you needed to cum.

Being humiliated and degraded by him was what you needed to cum.

And god, how you hated yourself for it.

“Minho–” you hummed against his palm, your tears getting lost between your cheek and his wrist.

“Are you really cumming from being fucked in the ass, y/n?” he softly groan, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. “I thought you said my cock wasn't enough for a hungry slut like you”.

You whimpered against him, feeling the wetness of your cunt soaking the toy underneath you while Minho increased the pace of his thrusts.

“Don't you feel dirty?” he asked you, trying hard to keep his voice down. “Of having your boyfriend fucking you in this bed?”

You were closer.

“Only a filthy slut like you would beg to have his ass fucked while her parents are sleeping right next to her room,” he hissed and, as ready as he was to cum, he wanted you to be the first one. “And as the perfect boyfriend I am, I will never hesitate to satisfy a dumb slut like you”.

There.

Minho's hand pressed harder against your mouth while you cried, feeling the waves of pleasure traveling from the tip of your toes throughout your whole body.

He had fucked your ass a few times before, but the feeling of how hard you clenched around him every time was always overwhelming.

“And as the good slut you are,” he groaned, slamming his cock inside you at the end of every word, “you are going to take all my cum inside your ass, isn't that right?”

You weakly nodded against his hand, your eyes rolling to the back of your head while the overstimulation hit you.

“Good girl,” he groaned with broken syllables, filling your ass up to the brim with his sticky arousal.

He leaned down to hide his face on the crook of your neck while he came, afraid of being too loud to wake up any other person inside the house.

And he stayed that way for a while, the ruined plushie underneath you while his body was pressing on top of yours against it.

After a few minutes of heavy panting, loud heartbeats and sweaty bodies, Minho stood up from the bed.

“Are you still upset?” you weakly asked him, your sore body still resting on tip of the comfortable toy.

Minho let out a faint laugh.

“I was never upset,” he replied, looking for some towels and a bottle of water inside his bag.

“You weren't?” you asked him with furrowed eyebrows, trembling at the feeling of his warm touch against your lower back while he cleaned yourself up.

“Why?” he queried, caressing your skin. “You really thought this whole time you were in control?”

Your body rolled to the side, your back meeting the mattress as you stared at Minho.

“No but, I–”

“You thought you wanted to make me angry so that we would end up like this,” he cooed, opening the water bottle for you as he cleaned the remains of the lube on his cock with the towel. “But the whole time I was playing along because I wanted the exact same thing”.

You shot him a killer look, one that made you feel that your efforts in trying to make him mad were not good enough.

“So you weren't mad because I teased you?”

“I mean–,” he responded, reaching out for the water bottle. “At some point I was angry because being hard in front of my girlfriend's parents is not that pleasent but–”.

You let out a soft laugh at his comment.

“Nothing I couldn't control”.

“I really thought I had nailed it this time,” you sighed, your eyes blinking in slow motion as the sleepiness took control over you.

“It’s very clear to me that all you know how to do is think with your pussy,”

Minho completely pulls out of your mouth, spit trailing from the tip of his cock to the corners of your lips. You shallowly breathe in, finally allowed some air since breathing through your nose wasn’t helping that much. You choke a bit as he grabs your hair, pulling you closer to the center of the bed.

You’re such a sight for him to see. Tears brim along your waterline, occasionally spilling out and staining against your pretty face. Your nose is a bit runny and your lips are swollen; bruised, and leaking with spit. No matter how hard you try, you can’t close your mouth. As pretty as you are (and perhaps it’s a good thing you’re pretty), you look so fucking stupid, unable to help the fact that you’re mindlessly begging Minho to fuck you.

“You’re not stupid, are you, sweetheart?” He asks, hand still pulling at your hair.

You shake your head no, obviously teetering on the verge of brainlessness, rather incompetent to the point that you’re not sure what he just asked you, only registering that you should probably disagree.

“Oh? You’re not?” He brings his face closer to yours, just inches away. “Then tell me what I just asked you.”

His tone of voice is darker than before as he invites you to speak. Your eyes widen, and you’re like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car. You shake your head no, trying to find the right words to say, yet they slip away from your grasp. You reach out for him, trying to hold on to him and plead for something, anything. Minho catches your hands quickly, though, pinning them above your head.

“You didn’t think I’d let you touch me, did you?” He laughs, and it terrifies you. “You’re so silly.”

Minho removes his hands from you and steps off to the side. Your eyes follow him, and as clear as your vision may be, everything feels like a blur. He’s back before you can fully register it, flipping you onto your stomach and tying your hands together. He tugs at the knot to make sure it’s tight enough before sitting back to assess the situation.

Minho could be nice to you, giving you what you want and fucking you to tears, ending it by making you cum. Or, he could continue to be mean, torturing and teasing you for hours on end. Either way, he knows you’d like his decision. But would you follow his orders? He takes a second to ponder his own question. You’re dumb enough now and he hasn’t even fucked you, so getting you to submit further shouldn’t be much of a problem.

He doesn’t notice, but there’s a smile on his face. You come face to face with it when he flips you onto your back again. One look at Minho and your body is on fire. Warning signs shoot across your body like electrical shocks of static. You’re wide-eyed once more and you think you’re shaking your head no, yet in reality, your body has snitched on you, and as much fear as there is bubbling inside you—it cannot compare to the aching in your lower region.

“Sorry,” You finally find a word in an attempt to mend something.

“Are brats like you ever truly sorry?” He cocks his head to the side.

Minho’s hand comes up to cup your jaw, and as the seconds fly by his hold against you becomes harsher. He bends down and plants a soft kiss onto your lips. The kiss comes at the same time he inches his cock into your cunt, and the softness of the kiss greatly contrasts with the stretch of his cock.

He moves slowly, but not to get you used to the feeling, no. Minho greatly draws out each thrust in and out of you, a smirk remaining on his face as he watches you intently. When you moan out, whimpering and crying out for him, he only mocks your tone; laughing at how needy you are for him. But he continues the speed (or lack thereof) of his thrusts; achingly slow as he pulls out, achingly slow as he draws in.

You, again, being rather dumb, decide it’s a good idea to move your hips up allowing for more friction. Minho, of course, allows you a generous three seconds of movement before his hand comes down harshly against your cheek and once more against your cunt. The smile on his face fades into coldness, and once again, Minho is unhappy.

“You just can’t ever be good, can you?” He squints at you.

He pulls out of you completely and flips you back onto your stomach. He grabs a pillow to place under you and props you up a bit. A few seconds pass by before he does anything, although it feels like minutes to you. There’s a slap against the flesh of your ass, and then another one, followed by five more.

Minho grabs at the rope that’s tied around your hands and tugs it back as he thrusts into you. This time he fucks into you fast, burying his cock deep inside you. You’re squeezing around his cock just like he likes it though, sucking him in as if it’s the only thing you know. His hand comes down against your ass once again, a faint chuckle leaving his mouth when you clench around him.

He entangles his fingers into your hair, scratching against your scalp in a rather soothing manner. It’s over quickly when he pulls at your strands, bringing you up and closer to him. His lips press against your shoulder, tongue slipping out to run across your skin, tasting you in ways he’s done previously. He bites down on your shoulder, sinking his teeth near the point of drawing blood. You gasp out at the pain of it, and yet it feels good. He lets his tongue wipe over the spot before blowing air onto it.

The hand that was once entangled in your hair is now around your neck, squeezing. His other hand, previously occupied by your restraint, now cupping your breast. He rolls a nipple between his thumb and index finger, tugging hardly. He pulls his hand away once again and brings it down against your chest, slapping at your tit. Several more slaps come down on you as he alternates between both breasts.

“Maybe I should get you a collar,” Minho grunts out. “What do you think about dumb whore in pretty pink letters?”

You mewl out at him, drooling at the thought of it. Surprisingly, Minho hasn’t bought you any collars. The two of you have several toys varying from vibrators, dildos to butt plugs, various restraints, and everything in between. But, he hasn’t gotten you anything that reminds you of your place, and maybe that’s what you’re missing. Perhaps you need something that he can put on you and just the feeling of it against your throat would render you a stupid mess, wanting nothing more to submit to and obey him.

“I knew you would like that idea,” Another slap at your breast. “Nothing but my dumb whore, huh? Would let me have my way with you whenever, wouldn’t you? Nothing but my stupid little slut to bend and break as I please.”

Although the final sentence sounded like a question, it wasn’t. In fact, most of what he’s saying to you isn’t. Minho is merely confirming what the both of you know. And the more he speaks, the harsher his voice gets, and in turn, he fucks you all the more roughly. Cock driving into you cunt, the stretch of him still burns no matter how used to it you might be. Not to mention he continues to drive his cock right into the squishy spot inside of you, unrelenting and refusing to let up no matter how much you clench and leak around his cock.

For what felt like the first time in forever, you spoke. A simple yes, barely able to be heard because of the dryness of your throat. But Minho’s got you, he’s heard you, he’s right here like he always is. No matter how rough he can be with you, you can always count on him to be right beside you when you need him—especially in moments like these.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

You’re drooling. Minho knows this, you’re drooling all over his hands. He brings a hand up, collecting some of the spit that's leaking down your chin, and rubs it all over your face. He’s rough about it too; rubbing the palm of his hand over your lips before popping you on the mouth. Minho continues to slap against your lips, the sound of your moans occasionally being muffled by the palm of his hand. Spit flying in every direction as you allow yourself to let go. Despite all the moving Minho is doing, he maintains a constant speed, though this time it’s a bit slower than before.

Legs shaking and knees practically bruised from kneeling even though you’re on the bed. You’re close to coming around his cock, after all, you’ve been holding it for quite some time. Minho senses this but encourages you to hold out for him longer.

“Just a little longer, baby.”

Minho lets you go, allowing your body to fall flat onto the bed. He puts the weight of his body on top of you—not all, but most, and cages you in his hold, fucking into you sloppily. He’s close, cock twitching as he ruts into you mindlessly, just wanting to chase his own orgasm. You don’t notice yourself begging for his cum, cunt clenching around him, wanting to milk him of his seed.

Your eyebrows furrow together, concentrating hard as you wait to cum until Minho does. It takes two more strokes before he cums, riding out his high as his cum fills your cunt. He cums with a deep groan, burying his face into the crook of your neck, eyes shut tightly as he continues to fuck you. If you weren’t sobbing before, you definitely are now—the tension in your core erupts, blinding you in a haze over your eyes and deafening you with static rattling your ears.

The room flashes from burning hot to freezing cold, and before you can fully let go and cum, Minho pulls out completely; watching as you shake and clench around nothing. Slightly annoyed but pleased at the fact that you’re whining—no, begging him to let you cum. Sobbing into your pillow about how you were being good for him, that it’s not fair. Seemingly able to speak more than before, and quite frankly, digging yourself into a bigger hole that worse than a couple ruined orgasms.

“Good sluts don't say they’re good, they let their actions speak for themselves,” Minho gives you a slap to your cum-filled cunt. “And since you want to be an ass about it, I think I’ll do it again.”

One day, you’ll learn.