Ana ^_−☆

Hongjoong

Condescending, teasing, dumbifying, talks to you like you’re stupid.

"Your job is to lie there and pretend that pretty little brain of yours isn't there."

"You think you have half a mind to give me orders? What's gotten into my sweet little girl?"

"I can feel your heartbeat through your cunt, baby, you're so alive it makes me wanna fuck you to death."

"Don't give up now, pretty, show me what else you can do with that mouth other than run it.

"You're cumming? So soon? Such a sensitive pussy, you'll be a slick wreck before I even get my dick in you."

"Pretty baby loves when Daddy fucks her to sleep, hm? I kinda miss when you use that voice to scream for me."

"Stupid cunt can't stop drooling all over the place. She can't help it, baby, huh? Can she? Fix your face and answer me, slut."

"You have such a soft body; we're gonna see how much it can withstand."

"I don't think you understand how much you've fucked up letting a man like me get his hands on you."

"You're such a good listener when you're all fucked out, pretty girl. Don't worry, drift off. I'll use you until I think you've had enough."

Seonghwa

Gentle, coaxing, intense, talks to you like if he’s too harsh, you might break.

"Six. You're going to cum for me six times. I'm gonna get you there, baby, let me take care of you."

"You're so close, honey, focus. god you're so beautiful, it drives me insane."

"I love how my fingers get you excited, how they reach places you could only dream of touching."

“Is my gorgeous girl gonna cum for me? Yes, you are; don’t be shy.”

“I don’t mean to be so deep, baby, but you’ll be okay. You can take me, you always do like the angel you are.”

“Deep breaths, yes, that’s it. Feel me everywhere. Focus on feeling good; that’s all that’s ever mattered.”

“Open that pretty mouth, honey; I wanna hear those noises you make when you’re overstimulated.”

"Don't float away from me, come on. Snap out of it. Only 2 more to go."

"Please, bunny its the only thing I want, it's the only thing I need. Let me see those eyes when you cum. Don't look away."

"I just can't help it, baby, can't you go for 7? Please? Good girls always go above and beyond."

San

Encouraging, drunk, prideful, much like he’s overtly proud of how well you handle him

"That's it, talk to me, let me know what spots I'm touching."

"Mmm, fuck babydoll, your tummy's so soft, you smell so fucking good... you're perfect."

"I know it's a lot, but you got it, look at you... deep strokes. Don't let your body run from me, stay right there."

"I'm gonna get as many orgasms out of you as I can, hold back, and I'll force them out of you."

"You're so pretty- mwah!- so cute when I hit you deep baby, you look so blissed out."

"You take my dick like a champ, sweet girl. mhm, and you make me feel so good."

"Shh, suck on my fingers, like that. You have to be quieter, or the neighbors will complain about you again. I don't know what their deal is because you sound gorgeous."

"Take what you deserve, it's all for you. It's all for you... I'm so proud of you, baby."

"I love when you moan with your pussy in my mouth. Tell me more, sweetheart, let me hear what I'm doing to you."

"Right there? Hm? Yeah, I know. I know but 'm gonna fuck my shape into this pussy. I'm sorry, I know, keep cumming that's it. I'm not done yet."

Yeosang

Quiet, demanding, straightforward, much like he knows what he wants and always gets it

"Let me fuck you on your stomach, I know you'll cum the whole time if I do."

"C'mon get a grip, you're drooling all over my pillow, we just started, sweetheart."

"Keep your eyes on me. What did I say? Don't you wanna cum? I won't make you cum if you don't look at me."

"If you keep pushing back on my stomach, I'll bend you over and make you be still. Don't test me, love."

"You're not in charge here, sweetheart, lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you."

"I could do whatever I want to you, and you'd still thank me for it, wouldn't you, angel? My grateful girl, feel me give you what you need."

"You know how to do it, don't act like you don't. Smart girls like you shouldn't need reminders. Play with yourself, I'll wait."

"Why am I not moaning? Because I'm busy talking to you, angel. Don't be rude. Take this dick and talk to your boyfriend. You can multitask."

"I know I'm fucking you slow, but it's the only way you'll feel each and every part of me in that cunt. Dragging out your orgasms makes this so fun, pretty."

"If you pass out, I'll just fuck you back awake, I promise, baby. You won't miss me too much."

Yunho

degrading, objectively, mockingly, much like he knows better than you.

"You don't get to decide anything. I do what I want, and you'll like it anyway."

"Aw, fuck baby... those marks are gonna turn such pretty colors against your skin. Yeah, you'll wear them proudly for me?"

"Stupid slut, willing to humiliate yourself for me? Fuck you're addicting."

"Every time I slap you, you clench around my dick. That's kinda fucked up, baby. If I choke you, will you cum so hard you piss yourself?"

"Oh, but you like it this deep, baby. I know you, you like having your cunt stuffed full and your head emptied."

"Oh, you're so sad, beautiful. I love when you're sad, cause I can fuck it out of you, fuck you till you're so empty and all you can think of is me."

"Needy things like you need to be roughed up every once in a while, helps readjust that bratty attitude you like to get your way with."

"c'mon princess, tell me you love me. Tell me you love me, and I might kiss you. Would the bruises feel better if I kissed you?"

"Mm, I fucking love splitting this cunt open. So wet and so pretty, so beat up. What would you do without me?"

"You're learning so fast, baby, I bet you love that you can't cum without my permission. You are bound to me through your body."

Wooyoung

teasing, playful, bully-like, much like he finds your pleasure amusing

"C'mon say it into my mouth. 'Wooyoung...' like that. Let me taste my name on your tongue while I play with you."

"Good girl, good girl, yeah, you feel full? That's so cute, you have no idea all the things I can make you feel. i wanna drive you fucking crazy."

"You like when I whine for you. Pretty boy, pretty voice, yeah? You love being fucked by someone just as pretty as you."

"You're trembling, isn't that precious. Don't be so greedy, baby, I have all day to string you out."

"I know you're trying so hard for me to not cum, but I hate playing fair. I want you to fail. If I pinch your clit, will you fall apart?"

"Don't worry, I'll cover your mouth so you don't embarrass yourself. Yeah, there you go, now just focus on me hitting that spot."

"Let me see those pretty teeth you like to bite me with. Smile when I'm dicking you down, dollface, let me know that pussy feels good."

"You sure you don't like it when I make fun of you? My dick is so wet I keep slipping out. Mhm, I think someone likes being bullied."

"I love taking you against the wall. I can invade all your personal space, make you feel so trapped."

"I love it when you cum, and it makes me even fucking harder when I know you can't run from it."

Jongho

indifferent, lofty, careless, like he’s oblivious to the way he makes you feel

"I'm barely fucking you, and you seem so out of it. Don't tell me I've broken you."

"You don't know what's good for you, doll, c'mon let me do what I want. It might even feel good."

"You might be sore in the morning, but you're willing to make that sacrifice for me, aren't you, honey?"

"Hush, don't tell me you can't. No one wants to hear that, you can and you will."

"Why're you moaning so loud, hm? What if I grind into you? Will you quiet down?"

"C'mon, let's count, maybe it'll help you focus. Ground yourself, we've got a long way to go."

"You get so loud when I slap your clit, who knew you'd be so impolite. You hardly even fight, so pliant."

"You're mine. Your body does what I tell it to. Isn't that pathetic? So easily conditioned to me."

"Don't fight it, honey, cum. Let go so I can get back to teasing you until you cry. I love when you cry, it makes me so fucking hard."

Mingi

vulgar, unashamed, attentive, much like there’s no place he would rather be

"Oh, baby... feel every inch of me, arch that back, get me deeper. just like that."

"You're so small, I wanna crush you. You're so fucking cute, you make me lightheaded."

"I'm in your stomach? Oh, I'm sorry, baby. What if I pout? Will you forgive me? I'm so sorry. What if I pound that pussy harder, hm? How bout now, still mad at me, gorgeous?

"You're so warm around my dick... you're everything. Oh my fuck."

"Slow down? hm? Make me. Stop me, baby, you know what to do. I'm too heavy? not my problem."

"I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna take my time with you. imma give it to you the way you like."

"Don't tap, no running. You feel too good, baby. You hear how wet you sound?"

"Feel my hands, I got you. I'm holding you, baby; you aren't going anywhere. Ride it out for me."

"Moan my name properly, c'mon. You choke every time I fuck back into you; you're making me sad here, beautiful."

"I am being nice to you, mami. There's nobody nicer than me who can make this pussy cream all over your sheets."

It started innocently enough. sitting on the lounge chair of the hotel room balcony, feeling the heat trickle against your skin. the weight of your sunglasses pushed on your nose as sweat dripped down onto the pages of your book.

the midsummer heatwave was knocking the energy out of everyone, including your, typically energetic, boyfriend, mingi. fresh out the shower, his short black hair was messy, spiked over his head as he opened the balcony door. he had slipped on his matching set of a striped shirt and shorts, the buttons hanging dangerously open.

your eyes were begging to tear away from the words on the pages, catching glimpses of mingi sitting in the comfort of a plush chair opposite from you. you hadn't spoken a word, something unsaid lingered in the air.

as beads of sweat started to run down the side of your neck, you couldn't help but use your book as a makeshift fan. the view before you surely wasn't helping. mingis eyes had shifted closed, hands resting on his lap as his head was leaned back into the chair cushions.

maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the need.

but something in you snapped. nothing crazy, yet, just a floodgate of something seeping out of you. so, you pressed your book shut, and got on your feet.

mingis eyes didn't open just yet, he was basking in the sun, it hugging his features so beautifully in this warm morning. as you stood before him, you let your other hand grip the metal railing next to mingis chair, the other holding onto his shoulder blade. his lips twitched at the sudden touch, but melting into it as your familiar warmth neared him. speaking in a mumbled tone, he muttered:

"isn't it a bit too hot to cuddle hm?" you chuckled lightly, your hips now laid on top of his, chest pressed up on his.

to admit, it was definitely not making the heat go away, more so making it worse. but you couldn't possibly tear yourself off your delicious boyfriend now, his tan toned arm now tight around your waist. you just craved being close, just being here together like this.

the trip so far had been mostly you inside, alone, reading books, since mingi was on a business trip. having these little moments together was certainly more and more rare, so you had to take what there is to take.

"but it's so comfortable like this isn't it?" you asked, tracing shapes into the exposed skin of mingis collarbones. his low laugh rumbled in his chest as he nodded, eyes still hung close.

"mhm, you could say that"

you weren't sure how long you sat there, unmoved, before something started to change. maybe it was the subtle changes in your seating position, or the way your eyes were wandering, but you couldn't help but feel a new type of heat rise in your body.

your both hands laid against mingis sweat sticky chest, your thighs spread around to straddle his. looking up to see his eyes still closed, light breaths passing his lips, you let yourself experiment a bit.

your hand slid down his torso, hanging onto the buttons that remained closed a little longer then supposed, accidentally popping one open. the newly exposed skin glistened in the sunlight, making your cheeks burn red like you've never seen him like this before.

you could feel his breath catching a little, making you pause for a moment before resuming. your other hand traced down to meet the other, slowly opening the last two remaining buttons. with slow but sure movements, you moved aside the light fabric, flashing his toned chest to your vision.

you couldn’t help but feel your mouth salivating at the sight of his exposed chest, the ridges of his muscles, the light hairs below his bellybutton, all the way to to his perked brown nipples. it was all too much.

you didn’t even notice your hips moving at first, your body taking over into an animalistic state. the fabric of mingis shorts was riding up dangerously high, the skin of his toned thick thighs meeting yours as you humped down on him like a dog in heat.

you felt a grin tug on mingis plump lips, his lengthy tongue slipping past to wet the surface before he spoke in a low voice:

" tsk, now now, that's not cuddling now is it angel?"

your breath hitched, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop moving against him, hands now eagerly tugging on the remains of his shirt that hung on his chest. mingis grip on your waist adjusted a bit, both his large palms now resting against your hipbones, guiding your movements.

"couldn't help it" you mumbled, face merely inches away from his. a smirky grin appears on his lips, before he bites down into them, pulling you closer on his lap. you fall forward slightly, your hands now laid above his chest, fingers directly on his perky nipples.

"don't you dare stop now then, even if you're caught, you dirty girl"

even if you wanted to, you couldn't. the feeling of the heat radiating from mingis body, his scent, his presence. the way his eyes were slightly opened now, that dark gaze burning into your skull as you worked your hips against him. you felt your brain melt away as you eased more into it, upping the pressure as mingis hands guided you back and forth.

as you moved, you could feel tension rise below you, the hardness of mingis cock firm against your clothed pussy as you grinded with need. a twitch rippled through mingis body as your hips met up with the sensitive spot of his tip through his flimsy shorts, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“thats it baby, faster f’me, go on”

his hands are eager to pull and push you faster, the slickness of your pussy seeping through your clothes, leaving a wet patch on his shorts. moans tear past your lips as you lean forward to lay youe forehead on his shoulder, fingers digging into his chest muscles.

“min- so good.. fuck..”

raking your hands down his torso, your nails leaving behind a red trail as your chest heaves. you’re burning up, the heat of the summer air and the burning sensation of your body against mingis driving you near passing out, but it felt so worth it.

“yeah? gonna cum untouched like a fucking virgin are you baby?”

mingis words twist your gut, his pitying tone making a new wave of arousal slick down your thighs. he just smirks knowingly, beginning to thrust up into your grinds.

you shriek, digging your nails into his stomach as the new sensation takes over. you may as well be naked from how much you can feel the imprint of mingis cock in his pants. you can feel the thick shape of it, every ridge, every vein running down its sides. and its making you lose it faster then you want to.

“p..please.. d- da.. mghm min..” your words stutter as you hold onto him, teeth grazing his exposed shoulder blade.

“mmm what was that, say that again” his words sharp as his hips slow down a bit, waiting your answer.

your cheeks flare, gulping, you try again:

“please.. please daddy more!” you muster the courage, shaking as mingi chuckles against you, picking back up his page.

“that’s a good girl, always so obedient for me”

you feel the tightness in your abdomen come scarily close at his words, your body tingling with every grind, every thrust. raising your head from his shoulder, youre met with his gaze again, eyes clouded, lips parted in a smirk while low groans tear out repeatedly.

his palm smacks your right cheek before pulling on it again, spreading you open while grinding up into you, and you feel yourself lose it.

“need to.. need to cum now daddy mgmh! m coming”

mingis face dives forward, closing you into a kiss thats almost all tongue and teeth, sucking your sounds into his mouth. you pant, repeating his name like a mantra as his cockhead grinds against your clit with ease.

“thats it, cum on daddy just like this, attagirll baby” his voice mumbles against your lips, you feel him smile into it with that devious grin.

and it completely undoes you. you feel the band inside you snap, the overwhelming heat of your body peaking as you hold onto mingi for some stability, his hands on your hips grounding you.

the wet patch is even more imminent now on mingis shorts as you lean forward to his shoulder again, hanging on like a ragdoll. his hand caresses your back, soothing the burning skin as you come down from your high.

after a minute or two, you leaned up again, meeting his attentive gaze, and that never ending smirk. you raise a brow.

“now, why are you still grinning now, what’s so funny?” mingi chuckles, running his hand down your side, the other below your chin.

“oh nothing, just imagining how you’re gonna walk once we’re done on this balcony” you smack his shoulder, pretending to be hurt.

“oh? don’t think i’m not going to have you holding onto that bar for dear life while i stuff your pussy full, you know i’ll do it.”

and with that, you knew your knees would remain wobbly, and your body heated for the rest of this damned heatwave.

You expected average, at best. His years of dancing making his joints weak and his age putting a damper on his stamina — that's what you thought.

Truth be told, sex with the man twice your age is the best sex you've ever had. He still hits the gym, he goes on runs, he's in shape probably more than you are. His stamina is through the roof —

And God, he knows what he's doing.

"Hwa!" You yelp as he sucks on your clit, his fingers swirling and scissoring inside of you. "Like that! Just like that!"

The man is insatiable when it comes to the wet heat between your legs. Nothing can stop him, and nothing will. Especially not today.

There's one thing on his mind while he laps at your clit, fingering you open, and that's fucking you raw.

You always insist on using a condom, something about being too young to have children, but today he's conveniently ran out and forgot to restock — and he isn't going to let that stop him.

That might be why he's being extra generous, curling his fingers right where you like and circling his tongue on your swollen clit until you cry out, shaking and gripping his hair to stay grounded as you cum around his fingers with a drawn out whine.

"Did that feel good, baby?" He asks, almost rhetorically as you wipe the sweat from your brow with a deep moan.

"Mhm," you moan again, mouth opening up pliantly as he brings his fingers up. You suck on them gently, earning a deep sigh from him.

"So good at sucking, angel," he hums, "bet you want to suck my cock like a little whore, hm?"

Another agreeable hum comes from your throat, and he chuckles while pressing on your tongue, "not today, slut. I need you on my cock."

You're still dazed from your orgasm as he rubs his tip against your slit, but you come to as you feel him pushing in. "Hwa, wait-"

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Condom," you whine as he continues pushing deeper, stretching you out slowly.

"Not today," he says plainly. Like it's his decision, not both of your agreement. "Want you raw."

"No, we can't-"

"But I am," he cuts you off, "look at that, already half way there. Doesn't it feel even better without a stupid condom?"

Well, yes. But you don't want it this way.

"Pull out," you insist, heat of anger rising on your face at his blatant disregard for your wishes.

He says nothing, only gripping your hips when you go to sit up and scoot away; pulling you closer until he's balls deep inside of you.

"Hwa, I- I'm serious, pull out!"

"Not going to happen, sweetheart," he gives a rough, short thrust that knocks the wind out of you and has you falling back to your back.

"Stop," you manage to stutter out as he starts a brutal pace, dragging along your sensitive g-spot and getting all too close to your cervix. "Seonghwa, stop!"

"Shit, baby, you feel so good~ Can't wait to make you all swollen and round with me."

"No, no, Hwa," you scramble, grabbing the sheets and trying to pull yourself away when he fully lays ontop of you; pining you in place as he fucks into you, "we talked about this!!"

"Oh, you don't know what you want," he near-laughs, hands sliding up your waist, "you're too young to realize this is really for the best. It's better to be a young mother. You'll be able to keep up with them all."

"Get off me!"

"That's not the slut I know and love talking, is it? Hm? No," he thrusts only harder, his pace making you short of breath; panting against his shoulder. "No, my slut is going to take it like the good little girl she is."

"Please," you groan, clenching around him to try and stop the upcoming orgasm you feel building. "Pull out..."

"Talkin' nonsense, baby," he leans down and kisses at your neck, breathing heavily, "you're going to be the best mommy."

"Don't want to be," you sniffle, and it gains his attention.

Looking up at you with dark eyes, he smiles sickly sweet, "don't cry. I'll take good care of you and all our babies. Promise~"

Try as you might, you are crying. His betrayal hit you where it hurts, and there's no undoing it.

"Why don't you go ahead and cum for me, angel?" He reaches a hand between you and circles figure eights along your swollen clit, "you're such a good girl, taking me raw like this. You deserve it."

You shake your head, but you feel it coming on either way. As he rubs against every sensitive part of you and tries to fuck his way even deeper; you feel it building, hot and undeniable.

"Mhm," he nods to contradict you, "you're my good girl, my good little whore."

"P-pull out," you try one last time, teary eyes locked on his while he just smiles and rubs your clit faster. "Fuck!" You reach your peak with a burst of liquid coming from you, wetting the skin between you as he thrusts ever faster.

You swear you feel his seed taking root as he buries himself to the hilt and releases inside of you, staying deep and plugging you up.

"We're doing it raw until you give me a baby," he pants softly, cupping your jaw and forcing hear head to be still as he leans and gives you a long kiss. When he pulls back, he says it with a finality you're going to have trouble fighting, "raw or nothing."

his cock is already straining against the fabric, a dark wet spot forming at the tip. "come here. need to be inside you, right now," he mutters, eyes darkening with the fever of his rut.

slick floods between your thighs instantly, soaking your panties as your scent spikes in the air. "mingi, baby.. i can't.. just one more hour and i swear i'll-"

a guttural snarl tears from his chest, echoing in the room, sending sparks straight through your core.

you whimper as you push your chair back, bolting down the hallway as your heart slams in your chest. you can hear mingi chasing behind you, his long strides easily eating up the head start he gave you.

you make it halfway to the bedroom before his hand catches your waist, pulling a squeak from your throat as you twist free, darting into the room.

mingi laughs darkly, watching as you scramble across the bed before his fingers lock around your ankle, yanking hard. mingi's massive frame pins you down before you can crawl away, his hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head to the side so he can bury his face in your neck, teeth scraping over your mating mark.

"caught you," he growls, grinding himself against your ass, "thought you could run from your alpha? stupid little omega."

you whimper, pushing back against him as slick drips down your thighs. he rips your shorts and panties down in one tug, exposing your soaked pussy to the air. he drags two fingers through your folds, spreading the slick and circling your swollen clit, making your hips jerk.

"fuck, listen to how wet you are," he groans, pushing his fingers inside you roughly, curling them against that spot that makes you see stars. "you love when i chase you down, don't you? love being prey for me."

"yes- mingi, please-!" you moan, rocking back on his fingers.

he pulls them out suddenly, making you whine at the loss. you hear fabric rustling before feeling the hot, heavy length of his cock slapping against your ass. he lines up, slamming in with one brutal thrust, burying in you until his hips meet your ass, his knot bumping against your entrance.

you cry out, fingers clawing at the sheets as he splits you open. mingi pulls back almost all the way and drives in again, setting a punishing rhythm. the sound of his cock pounding into your dripping cunt fills the room, your slick coating his shaft and dripping down his balls.

"so fucking tight," he growls against your ear, teeth sinking into your shoulder. his hips snap forward with brutal power, each thrust shoving you up the bed until he yanks you back by the hair, keeping you where he wants.

you moan helplessly as your hips push back to meet his thrusts, his hips angling to hit that spot inside you over and over.

"mingi- ahh- too much-" you gasp, your body clenching tighter around him.

"take it," he snarls, biting down on your neck, "take your alpha's cock like the good omega you are. gonna knot this pretty pussy and fill you up till you're swollen with me."

his hand snakes down to your clit, rubbing messy circles until you cum hard around him. your orgasm rips through you, walls clamping down as you gush slick all over his cock.

mingi fucks you through it without slowing down, "good girl- fuck, squeezing me so tight.. gonna cum inside you."

his knot swells fast, catching on your entrance with every thrust. he pushes harder, forcing it past the tight ring until it pops in, locking you together, the sensation enough to send you spiraling into another orgasm.

mingi roars, hips jerking as he spills deep inside you, hot ropes of cum flooding your pussy until it leaks around his knot, running down your thighs in a messy stream.

mingi keeps grinding, milking every last drop as his big body drapes over yours, teeth latched onto your neck to keep you still.

"after a while, the knot starts to go down just enough. mingi pulls out with a wet pop, cum pouring out of your ruined hole.

"mine," he whispers, pressing gentle kisses to your mating mark, "my perfect omega."

"Happy Saturday, baby," Hongjoong smiles as he walks through the door, making sure to lock it behind him before returning the key to its rightful place on the chain around his neck.

"Hi, Daddy," you smile back brightly, "how was work?" You set away your drawing supplies, all of your attention on your Daddy as he comes to sit on the couch; kicking off his shoes.

"It was work," he hums, spreading his legs, "c'mere, sweetheart."

You shuffle on your knees to be between his legs, resting your cheek on his thigh and blinking up at him. "Yes, Daddy?"

"Do you know what today is?"

"Saturday- it's not..."

"It is," he nods, petting your head softly, "it's the last Saturday of the month." Which means you get all of your spankings today.

"But I've been good, I've been so good." You haven't broke a single rule. You haven't for months, and you know it. Even if he still insists there's one you've broke during the week and simply forgot. He usually comes up with an excuse to spank you, a dish not cleaned well enough or your hygiene not to his satisfaction or your acting ungrateful.

Today, he doesn't. "I know, baby. You've been my good little girl, haven't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," you nod into his lap eagerly, "I've been good, I don't deserve any spankings-"

"Now, slow down, now... Who decides that?"

You look away from his intense gaze, fingers coming to fiddle with his pant legs, "you do."

"I do. That's right." He takes a short moment to look you over. In your big pastel shirt and the tiniest pair of shorts you have, he thinks you look adorable as ever. He might have let you slide.

Might have.

"Come bend over," he sighs, like it hurts him to say. He helps you up gently, as if he's not about to bruise you. "I want you to know how proud I am of you. You've been so well behaved, my love."

"Then, why, Daddy?" You pout as you bend over his lap, already holding back tears.

"Why do you think, baby?" He lifts your shirt up your back and pulls your shorts down your thighs while he awaits an answer.

You wrack your brain, and the only thing you can come up with is, "so I stay good?"

"What a smart little girl," he says with a rough spank to your ass — never starting easy on you. "So you stay good, so you remember your place." Another two spanks in quick succession have you yelping. "This one will be easy, I promise."

Hongjoong may be many despicable things, but he's never been a liar to you. He gives fifteen harsh spanks to your behind rather than the more usual twenty five, and he even takes a moment after each one to hold the stinging flesh and calm it down after each strike before repeating it all again.

After the fifteenth hit, he trails his hand up your back and scratches in soft circles, cooing quietly, "all done, sweet girl. That wasn't so bad, hm?"

"No, Daddy," you say through your small sniffles, melting in his lap under the soft scratches.

"No, I told you~ Daddy knows what he's doing," he snakes his hands around to your shoulders and pulls you up carefully, "are you ready to move on or do you need a moment?"

He never asks that, he always just... does what he does next.

He usually doesn't give you a choice as he fucks you raw and harsh.

"I'm ready," you swallow thickly, sniffing back your tears.

"Yeah?" He maneuvers you to lay across the couch before shoving up your shirt to fondle your tits as he lays above you, kissing up your teary cheek. "Do think Daddy should be nice and stretch you out?"

"P-please..." You feel greedy for even asking. He never gives you a choice. After spanking time is for Daddy's pleasure; because he always gets hard while punishing you.

"So polite," he smiles — proud, affectionate. "What a well mannered girl." If not only because he's trained you to be that way. To listen to his every word and be polite and grateful while doing so. "Spread your legs for Daddy."

"Thank you," you say, shy and unsure as you do as he says, spreading your legs so that one dangles off the edge of the couch.

"You're welcome," he kisses your cheek again before giving it a long lick up the length of it; tasting your salty tears with a low moan as he sinks a finger into your heat.

You're already wet. Your body is used to being fucked after a spanking. It takes him no time at all to stuff another finger into you, pistoning and curling them slowly.

Your jaw drops in a small whine as he adds a third finger, officially stretching you out. "Does that feel good, baby?" He asks knowingly as he curls the tips of his fingers into that very special spot inside of you.

"Uh-huh," you nod quickly, eyes locked onto his while he scans your body meticulously; committing the way you breathe into his memory for the thousandth time over again.

He notices your hands fidgeting by your side, unsure of where to go, and he leans down closer; his chest against yours while he speeds up his fingers, "hold onto me, doll."

You're quick to do as he says, wrapping your arms around him and holding on tightly as he begins to fuck you on his fingers roughly. "Daddy!" You moan out, eyes screwed shut tightly.

"What do we say? Hm?" He leans and kisses at your neck, fingers relentlessly rubbing against your sensitive insides.

"C-can I cum? Please may I?" You stutter out quickly, rewarded when his free hand comes to wrap around your neck — not choking. Not just yet. Just firm and steady as he turns your brain into a horny mush; giving you something to ground yourself to other than the stinging pain of your bottom.

"You may." He squeezes your neck now, focusing the curls of his fingers to your g-spot in a rhythmic pulse, "say thank you."

"Shit! Fuck! Thank you, Daddy!" Your body shakes below him as you're pushed over your peak, moaning and whining and clinging to him tightly as he increases the pressure around your neck until you can't breathe — and then letting go completely as you come down from your high.

You expect him to start undressing himself now — you expect to get fucked hard and mean.

What you don't expect, "you're Daddy's good girl," he coos while rubbing his thumb along your jaw.

You melt into the slight affection, eyes droopy as you look up at him. "Daddy's turn?"

"Wait until you catch your breath, baby," he laughs, cupping your cheeks and leaning to give you a kiss. "Then Daddy will fuck you nice and hard."

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Four hours. a short time in your studying session, the longest time in the world in mingis mind. had you worked so hard the past week, you barely had time to be together, yet alone give it your all you usually do. so easily said, mingi was like a ticking time bomb of desperate energy.

sat on the floor next to your tall working desk covered in papers and folders, he spun with a whine. you knew that tone very well, usually waited eagerly to hear it- but right now it was a pure distraction.

"min, i only have these two folders left, i'm sure you can wait an hour"

another whine, hands swinging around like a pissed off bird. granting yourself a quick glance, you can't help but smile a little. glasses hanging on his tall nose for dear life, brown hair puffy and all over, eyes closed and those ever-so-plump lips pouted.

his neediness was certainly your cryptonite, spiking that need in you to boss him around- treat him like the good boy he is- or like in this case, a bad boy.

"I can't possibly wait any longer, i need you!" his hand reaches out for your leg that sits on your work chair, those big fingers digging into your flesh like a plea.

"nope, i still have work to do min we talked about this" mingis voice sounds beyond pathetic, a high whine as he spins around to kneel at your side, those dark boba eyes begging for attention.

"you're so mean to me" he mumbles, pressing his face up to rest against your thighs- certainly making work seem less important. his face brushes along your skin, warm lips pressing a kiss here and there as he doesn't move away, sulks in your space.

"weren't you supposed to study too pretty boy?" you asked with a raised brow, letting your finger tip trace his jawbone. mingi shivers agains the touch, eyes raising to meet yours, lip twitching.

"can't focus, want you" you chuckle lightly, shaking your head. theres no winning against a sulky mingi, ever. one way or an another he will make you give in, so you come up with a plan on the go. leaning down towards him, your eyes tighten.

"show me then, show me how much you want it, maybe, i'll reconsider"

everything after that moves with immense speed. first, the glasses come off flying across the floor. the voice that spills out of mingi is like a desperate mewl, his teeth lightly sinking into your thigh before moving off. barely managing to fit his massive form under there, his head pops from between your legs. the crown of his head hits into the table awkwardly, but he's too much in a frenzy to care.

the fabric of your sweats hung against your burning skin were quickly pulled down, mingis sizeable palms tugging you open from your knees. the warmth of his breath ghosted your drenched underwear, the wet patch deepening against the fabric as his gaze deepens.

focusing on your work papers is definitely becoming harder by the minute as the skin of mingis plump lips touch your inner thighs, that thick tongue tracing a pattern towards where you need it most.

"thought you were gonna show me hm, min?" your tone made him pause in his tracks for a second, before his speed fastens.

now back to where he started, leaning forward, the sharp tip of his nose bumps against your perked clit, tongue following to lap on your wetness. without thinking much, your hand moves on its own, tangling up in the swirl of his brown hair, tugging lightly. a whine tears out of mingis throat.

his sounds muffle against the damp fabric clinging onto his face, now swiftly moved to the side. your fingertips scrape along his scalp, your other hand pushing around papers on the table to attempt at focusing.

just then, mingis eager tongue prods into your hole, a trickle of your liquids splashing onto it. a low moan catches in your throat, grip tight on his skull.

"that's it, gooddd boy min" mingis - usually low - voice comes out as a high pitched squeak, vibrating against your warmth.

his hands that lay on your thighs move up and down, smoothing into the heated flesh as he moves. theres a bit of experimenting done with the way he adjusts from back and forth to up and down, following your sounds. finally, he settles on a more up and down motion, his nose bumping against your bud, tongue lapping at your hole.

you can feel heat radiate off mingi under the table, his body shaking in both pleasure and anticipation. so, you decide to toy with him a little.

raising one of your feet off the floor, out of mingis grip, you push the heel of your foot lightly against the hardness building in his pants. the sigh that leaks out of mingis lips is full of pure pleasure, maybe a bit of surprise too.

"m-mommy-" his voice mumbled by your skin as he looks up at you, and you swear you can feel yourself tighten at the sight.

one hand on your right thigh, one wrapped around the other leg. his dark eyes are blown so wide, eyebrows furrowed to a needy pout, your slick covering the entire bottom half of his face; his nose too.

something snaps, and your papers send off flying as you let your other hand fall down to his head as well, tugging harshly on the roots.

"be a good boy and finish what you started, won't you min?" you feel him squirm in your grip, but obeying immediately like he always does.

mingis wet mouth wraps around your throbbing clit, the tip of his tongue moving in a quick pace against it. your heel presses harder, twisting around his cock, begging to be freed. though, mingi doesn't falter, he's got a job to finish.

his other hand frees itself from your thigh, instead pressing quickly against your sopping opening before pressing in with that familiar ease. a sound passes your lips from deep within your gut, the pleasure culminating faster then expected.

"fuckkk min- so good for mommy, make me cum"

your words work like magic in mingi, his mouth more eager, fingers more powerful- yet his body shakes against you. once your nails rake down his hair to his neck, you feel him sigh deeply against you, his pants twitching under your heel.

"mmgmh-mommy-mgh!" mingis voice is down to a mumbled mess as his tongue laps your clit in sync with his fingers thrusts.

the wet patch in his slacks make your grin wider, his cheeks burn brighter. moving your heel slightly you see him wiggle in overstimulation, the slick of his release seeping through the fabric onto your foot.

"someones sensitive" you giggle lightly- your amusement cut short as mingi slips in a third finger, your guilty pleasure. the sudden fullness makes your walls tighten, the sudden gush of your squirt painting mingis lower face within seconds.

you can feel him smile against you as he laps up every last drop of your finish, fingers still working you open to catch every drop of hat you have to give. your mouth hangs open, shoulders heavy as your hand lays on the back of mingis neck.

you just stay there for a moment, chest heaving as you look down at a messy mingi, covered in your release and sweat, grinning like a fool who just hit jackpot. your fingers ruffle his brown hair, sighing in pleasure.

"you better help me clean up those folders, by the way." mingi does that one specific look where his eyes look like they're about to pop out of his skull, sulking for dear life, before he just grins.

"anything to help my mommy."

Blood doesn't make you queasy. Never has.

But, then again, you've never been in a situation where it really, really should.

One where it was splattered up the walls of your fling's apartment and pooling on his floor next to his unmoving body. One where it's staining the face of the man above him — the man looking right at you with a knife gripped in his gloved hand so tightly that it shakes.

But you're not queasy even still, as the man stands slowly from straddling the now dead body; eyes locked on you. Bloodshot like he'd been crying and his pupils wide with the adrenaline that shakes the blade in his clenched fist.

You recognize him, of course.

"Yeosang, right?"

He pauses, only a step closer to you.

He's been stalking you for months. Following you around like a creep. Breaking into your room. Stealing things. Taking pictures when he thinks you aren't aware.

"You should be more careful." Your voice only carries a small tremble, "it wasn't that hard to find you online."

The corner of his lips twitches up, "how did you do that?" He asks with another step towards you.

You stand your ground. Like an idiot. "You were in the background of a selfie I took a few weeks a-"

The words are choked out of you, replaced by a strangled gasp of air as his free hand pins you to the wall; tight around your throat.

"You stupid slut."

If he wasn't already half-hard from the rush of adrenaline, the familiar feeling of taking a life, he certainly is now; with that star-struck, dumbfounded look in your eyes. You don't even have the wits about you to fight him as he shoves a knee between your thighs, pressing up against your clothed heat.

Your wide eyes stare into his as he squints, trying to worm his way into your mind through eye contact alone. Your gaze slowly drifts to the body across the room — and his hand tightens around your neck.

It's then that your body decides to give a bit of fight, even though you still find yourself unnaturally calm in the face of your stalker. Your hands come up, nails digging into his wrist, gasping for air. He uses his grip to knock your head into the wall — a ringing in your ears despite the gut feeling that he was actually going easy on you.

His hand drifts to the collar of your shirt, fisting it up tightly, jaw locked tight.

"I di-" You stutter, pupils shaky as they come back to him, "I didn't think you'd kill him..."

He takes a moment, watching you. "I knew it." He chuckles, dragging the bloody knife across your exposed thigh. "I knew you were sick in the head... You did this to get my attention."

Instead of a firm answer, you just repeat yourself. "I didn't think you'd... kill him."

"Why would I let him live after he fucked my girl? Hm?" The tilt of his head feels menacing, so why do you feel yourself growing wet?

"No answer?" He hums again, "that's okay, keep your mouth shut actually. It's my turn to fuck you and if you scream too loud, someone might come knocking before we get to finish."

"What-"

He yanks you from the wall by your shirt, making you stumble. The tip of the knife presses into your back; just enough to feel it.

"Move. To the bed, now."

Your body must know what it's doing. Because you certainly don't as you start following his instructions smoothly, one foot infront of the other.

You swallow past the lump in your throat and open up your bedroom door, asking quietly, "are you going to kill me?"

"Kill you? Come on, now. You aren't that stupid."

"Then what d-"

"Show me how that bastard fucked you." He cuts you off with a shove towards the bed, "go on. Take your clothes off like the slut you are. Let me see."

You ask your body why it's listening to him so fluidly, without any hesitation. And it just responds by making you slide your pajama shorts and panties down your legs.

The blood on the knife makes your gut clench. "Don't hurt me."

"Not unless you try to run away."

It's probably not very much good to ask your stalker who holds a bloody knife, "promise?"

He probably doesn't mean it when he says, "sure. Promise."

Peeling your shirt away, it's only now — naked and defenseless — that your heart starts a new rhythm. Quicker by a beat and warm in your chest, blossoming up your neck and face as he stares unabashedly while you lower yourself onto the bed.

"Is that how he fucked you?"

You take a moment of pause to reflect on what the fuck is happening, but your body doesn't. Why doesn't it? Why are you not on the same page? Why is it spreading its legs wide and exposing your cunt?

"This." You say, quiet.

"I'll make sure to do it better. You won't remember anything other than my cock when we're done here. And if you do," he grins while dropping the knife of the bedside table before pulling his hoodie and shirt off in one go, "then we aren't done."

Your heart is thudding faster and faster as he sheds the rest of his clothes and climbs ontop of you. "Wait-"

"No," he says simply, guiding his hard length toward your wet hole. "I've waited long enough."

And while you're a good bit wet, and you had sex just hours before, it's no where near adequate preparation for Yeosang. Your stalker is well endowed to say the least.

Just the tip of it pushing inside of you makes you whine, face scrunching up and hands instinctively going to press flat on his lower stomach and slow him down.

"C'mon now," he says, shockingly soft, "be a big girl and take it. I know your slutty little hole wants it, right?"

You can't answer, biting your tongue to distract yourself from the pain as he forces himself in at a snails pace.

"Right?" He shoves in a few agonizing inches in at once, making you yelp; legs trying to close around him and only succeeding in wrapping around him, legs tangled together as you fidget.

"Please- hurts-"

"Awe," it's mock sympathy and you know it, but it still makes you feel your heart beat in your stretched cunt as he coos, "you'll be okay~"

A small mercy, really, as he reaches between you and slowly finds your clit, circling it with a steady rhythm as he bottoms out in another quick thrust that knocks the air from your lungs and leaves you screaming silently for a moment.

Your hands find their way up to his hair, holding onto the roots tightly. Eyes clenched shut, you can't see the ecstatic look in his dark gaze as he says, "play nice and I'll be gentle."

Whatever words that you were going to utter fall flat against your tongue as his lips press onto yours.

It feels gentle, almost. Affectionate. Like the core of his obsession is leaking through to give you a taste.

Your mouth opens up as his tongue grazes against it and the core is heating up, the obsession burning from the inside out; the kiss growing rougher and deeper as he cups your jaw in his hands and moves against you.

"Stupid slut," he moans breathlessly into you, "thought you'd get away with letting someone else fuck you-"

It's his turn to be cut off, your teeth trapping his lower lip and making him hiss; his fingers tightening around your jaw until you open your mouth. The metallic liquid coats your taste buds, your breathing heavy as he pulls away and glares down at you. "Don't call me that- ah!"

His hand is back around your throat, your moans and yelps coming out garbled as he thrusts harder, faster. "What did I say, hm? Play. Nice." He emphasizes his words with particularly targeted thrusts, "that's all you had to do."

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