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wonbin was being an absolute menace, and he knew exactly what he was doing.
the college library was dead quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioner and the soft tapping of keys around you. you were trying to focus on studying for your midterms, notes spread out all over the wooden table, but wonbin—who had supposedly come along to "help" you—had spent the last hour doing everything except studying.
right now, his long, pretty fingers were mindlessly twirling a highlighter, his chin resting in his other palm as he stared at you. not at his book. at you.
"wonbin, stop" you whispered, your face heating up as you tried to look at your laptop screen. "you're distracting me. read your chapters."
he let out a tiny, soft chuckle, the sound low and raspy in the quiet space. he leaned forward, shifting his weight across the table until his face was only a few inches away from yours. through the messy strands of his dark hair falling into his eyes, his gaze was incredibly heavy, dark, and playful.
"i am reading" he murmured, his voice a breathless whisper that made your stomach do a sudden, violent flip. "i'm reading your face. you get this cute little crinkle right between your eyebrows when you're stressed. did you know that?"
"i do not" you muttered, biting your lower lip to keep from smiling.
wonbin’s eyes instantly dropped to your mouth, tracking the movement with a slow, dangerous intensity. the flirty, easygoing smirk on his lips widened just a fraction. he reached across the table, his warm, large hand sliding over your notebook until his fingers gently brushed against yours, slowly tangling them together. his skin was warm, his touch so soft it made your breath hitch.
"don't do that" he whispered, his thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand.
"do what?"
"bite your lip like that" he groaned softly, his eyes flicking back up to meet yours. they were bright, full of mischief and clear affection. "it makes me want to lean over this table and kiss you right in front of the librarian. and you know i have no shame."
"you are terrible" you breathed, your heart pounding so loud against your ribs you were convinced he could hear it. you tried to pull your hand back, but he gripped your fingers a little tighter, pulling your hand closer to his side of the table.
"i'm not terrible, i'm just honest" wonbin chuckled, tilting his head. he lifted your hand up, his eyes never leaving yours as he pressed a slow, lingering kiss right to your knuckles, his lips warm and soft against your skin. "how am i supposed to look at some boring textbook when you're sitting right next to me looking this pretty? it's bad for my health."
you let out a quiet, flustered huff, completely unable to hide the bright blush spreading across your cheeks.
wonbin loved it. he loved how easy it was to fluster you, his smirk softening into something incredibly sweet and fond as he watched your reaction. he let go of your hand only to stand up, quietly sliding his chair closer to yours until there was absolutely no space between you. when he sat back down, his broad shoulder was pressed flush against yours, his long legs tangling with yours under the small table.
he leaned in close, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispered, "fine. i'll let you study for ten more minutes. but after that, you're taking a break. and you're letting me take you out to get ice cream. deal?"
you looked over at him, entirely defenseless against that big, pretty wonbin smile he only ever showed you. "deal."
"good girl" he murmured, his fingers finding yours under the table again, squeezing them tightly as he finally, lazily flipped open his notebook.
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TW: dub-con, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, physical restraint, degrading language, and themes of control and forced dependency.
the credit card on the mahogany desk was just a piece of plastic, but it felt like a brand. you stared at it, the silk of your robe—bought with his money, kept in a closet filled with his taste—suddenly feeling like a shroud. for months, you hadn't walked into a store, hadn't checked a bank balance, hadn't even had to worry about rent. wonbin had smoothed over every jagged edge of your life, but the realization finally hit you: you didn't have a life anymore. you had an owner.
you were halfway feom finishing packing your stuff when the heavy thud of the study door closing echoed behind you. you didn't even have to turn around to know he was standing there, his silhouette cutting through the dim light of the hallway.
"where are you going?" his voice was silk and poison, smooth as anything.
"i need space, bin. i can't—i can't do this anymore. i need to go back to… to being myself. i’m taking my things, i’m leaving" you stammered, your hands shaking as you reached for the door handle.
he moved fast. one second he was ten feet away, the next his hand was slammed against the door right beside your head, pinning you in. the scent of his cologne—expensive, sharp, and suffocating—filled your senses. he didn't touch you yet, but he hovered close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his chest.
"your things?" he laughed, a dry, patronizing sound. he reached out, his fingers hooking into your hair and yanking your head back just enough to force you to look at him. "look around you. every single thing you’re wearing, the roof over your head, the way your life isn't falling apart at the seams anymore—that’s me. i built this version of you. do you really think you can just walk out of the masterpiece i created?"
"i'm not a masterpiece" you whispered, tears prickling your eyes. "i'm a person. and i'm suffocating."
he tilted his head, his expression shifting from amusement to something darker, something genuinely cruel. his thumb traced your jawline, pressing hard enough to bruise. "you were a mess when i found you. crying over bills, stressing over every little mistake. i gave you everything, and now you want to go back to being pathetic? to being a nobody?"
he crowded into you, his knees forcing yours apart so you were trapped between the door and his body. his hand moved from your jaw to your throat, his grip firm, possessive. "you don't get to choose when you leave me. you don't even get to choose what you wear or where you go. i own every second of your day because i made your life worth living."
"let me go" you choked out, your hands coming up to claw at his wrists, but he just laughed again, that sharp chilling sound.
"let you go?" he sneered, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear, his voice vibrating against your skin. "i've spent months cleaning up your life, fixing your mistakes, pampering you so you never had to lift a finger again. and this is how you repay me? by acting like some ungrateful brat?"
he didn't wait for an answer. he shoved you away from the door, not caring as you stumbled, and followed you across the room, his eyes dark with a mixture of ego and genuine, twisted obsession.
"you’re not going anywhere" he hissed, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the bed. "you’re going to sit there, you’re going to be quiet, and you’re going to remember exactly who you belong to. i didn't spend all that time and money just to let you wander off because you're having an identity crisis. i'll break that ego of yours until you realize that you're nothing without me."
he didn't just want you to stay; he wanted to overwrite that thought of leaving until it was physically impossible for you to hold onto it.
he shoved you onto the bed, his movements sharp and calculated, devoid of any of the softness he usually masked his control with. he hovered over you, hands braced on either side of your head, his shadow looming so large it felt like he was erasing the entire room around you.
"you think you're independent?" he mocked, his voice low, dripping with a cold, calculated venom. "look at you. you don't even have a single coin in your pocket that doesn't have my name on it. you're wearing my clothes, you're breathing my air, and you really thought you could just walk out the door?"
he didn't wait for a response. he reached down and gripped your jaw, his fingers digging into the bone until you had to part your lips just to breathe. he was looking at you like a scientist observing an insect, his eyes clinical and terrifyingly focused.
"i'm going to teach you exactly what happens when you forget your place" he murmured.
he ripped your robe off, the fabric sliding away to leave you completely exposed in the harsh light of the room. he didn't kiss you, didn't touch you with any semblance of affection. he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, his fingers like steel, before using his other hand to spread your legs wide. he was punishing you for even having the thought of freedom.
"you wanted to be 'yourself' again?" he spat, his hand moving down to find you, already slick and reactive despite your anger. he didn't care about your arousal, he used it against you. forcing his fingers inside in one blunt, jarring motion that made you scream. "this is you. this is all you are now. you're mine to keep, mine to break, and mine to fill."
he took his belt and trousers off without any care letting his hard and already leaking cock spring free. nudging your knees apart to position himself.
he slammed into you without a hint of preparation, a punishing, rhythmic intrusion that forced the air out of your lungs. every thrust was a reminder—a statement of ownership. he wasn't looking for your pleasure, he was looking for your complete submission. he pushed deep, hitting that spot inside you, making you convulse, but he just caught your jaw again, forcing you to look him in the eye as he dominated your space.
"stop fighting" he commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl against your skin. "you want to be a person? fine. but you're a person that belongs to me. say it."
you tried to turn your head away, tears leaking from your eyes, but he held you firm, his pace relentless, grinding you into the mattress until the world started to blur. he was fucking you with a desperate, ego-driven force, as if he was trying to rearrange your insides to match his own image of you.
"say it" he insisted, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, more frantic. "tell me you're mine. tell me you have nowhere else to go. admit that you're pathetic without me."
he felt you beginning to fray, your resistance crumbling under the sheer weight of his control. he leaned down, biting hard into the junction of your neck and shoulder, a mark that would bloom dark and purple by morning, a permanent reminder of this lesson.
"look at me" he hissed, his eyes blazing with a mix of triumph and obsession as he pinned you down, his body weight crushing you into the sheets. "you aren't leaving. you're just learning that i'm the only thing that's ever going to make you feel whole. now shut up, take every inch of me, and stop pretending you were ever going anywhere."
you were a complete wreck under him, your body betraying you at every turn. despite the cold, calculating way he’d started, his rhythm had devolved into something frantic and possessive, his hips hammering into you with a desperation that made the entire bed frame shudder. every time you tried to pull away or curl into yourself, he just used his weight to crush you flatter, his hands roaming your body like he was branding every inch of you as his property.
"that's it" he groaned, his voice dropping into a praise-filled, suffocating rasp. "look at you, falling apart for me. you think you’re so brave for trying to leave, but look how quickly you’re begging for me to fill you up."
you were sobbing now, a high broken sound that seemed to fuel him. he pressed his chest against yours, his heart hammering against your ribs, and started to whisper into your ear, his words a toxic mix of adoration and manipulation.
"you’re so good, baby. so sweet. you don’t need the world outside, you don't need anyone else. you have me. i’m the only one who knows exactly how to handle you. i’m the only one who wants all of you like this."
you couldn't even form words, just whimpers and breathless gasps as he hit that spot, again and again. your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, involuntarily milking him, his cock sliding deep into your slick, aching core. he let out a guttural, pleased noise, his hand sliding down to your stomach, pressing firmly against the skin he was stretching from the inside.
"see?" he murmured, his breath hot against your neck, his lips grazing the skin there with a mock-tenderness that terrified you. "your body knows better than your head. look at how you're clenching around me, taking every bit of me. you’re built for this. you're built for me."
he started to stutter, his control finally beginning to crack under the intensity of your reaction. he pumped into you faster, his hands gripping your hips with such force it left prints in your skin, his body rigid as he prepared to release. he didn't stop talking, filling your ears with the same heavy, suffocating promises of how he was going to keep you, how he was going to fix you, how he was never going to let you walk out that door again.
"i'm going to fill you so full" he panted, his voice raw, shaking with the force of his own obsession. "i’m going to make sure every part of you remembers exactly what it feels like to be mine. keep going—don't stop, baby, just take it all."
he finally shattered, his body going rigid and pulsing deep inside you. he didn't pull back, didn't move away; he just buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breaths ragged and wet, holding you down as he poured everything into you. he stayed there for a long time, his body heavy and still connected, his hand stroking your hair with a possessive, rhythmic motion while he murmured soft, broken praise against your skin—the kind of terrifying comfort that made you realize, with a sinking, shattered heart, that he had already won.
wonbin is tired of being the only person you don't bow down to. in his world, everyone is captivated by his "pretty boy" visuals and his quiet, cool aura, but you see right through it. you've been the one person who talks back, who rolls their eyes at him, and who treats him like a rival instead of an idol.
for someone as possessive and quietly arrogant as him, that "feisty" energy is an obsession. he doesn't just want you to like him; he wants to break that fire in you. he's been waiting for a moment when you were both alone—no members, no cameras—to finally prove that he can overpower you.
that moment was now.
you didn't even hear the door lock. you were too busy gathering your things in the empty dance studio, ready to get as far away from wonbin as possible after another day of biting remarks.
"move, wonbin. i'm leaving" you snapped, trying to shoulder past him.
he didn't move. he just stood there, his long hair falling over his eyes, watching you with a terrifyingly calm expression. when you tried to push him, he caught your wrist in a grip that was way too fast and way too tight.
"you have a real problem with your mouth, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
"let go of me!" you snarled, swinging your free hand at his face.
he caught that one too, pinning both of your wrists against the mirrored wall behind you. the sound of the impact echoed in the empty room. you kicked at his shins, struggling with everything you had, but he just used his knee to pin your legs flat against the glass.
"keep fighting" he challenged, a dark, mean smirk finally breaking his calm mask. "i actually prefer it when you're like this. makes it feel more like i’m finally breaking something valuable."
he didn't wait for your next insult. he leaned in, his teeth grazing your ear as you thrashed against him. "you've been acting so tough for months. but right now? you're trapped. and i'm going to make sure you remember exactly how small you feel compared to me."
you spat a curse at him, your chest heaving with rage, but he just laughed—a dry, chilling sound—before his hand moved from your wrists to your throat, not enough to choke you, but enough to make you realize you weren't going anywhere.
"scream all you want" he muttered, his eyes dark and obsessed as he looked you dowwn. "nobody's coming to help the girl who picks fights with everyone."
you didn't stop. even with his hand firm on your throat, you tried to turn away, your eyes blazing with pure hatred. "you're pathetic, wonbin. you think you're so powerful just because you're bigger? you're just a coward who has to trap a girl to feel important."
he let out a sharp, amused hiss, his thumb pressing just a bit harder against your windpipe—not enough to stop your breath, but enough to make your voice die out into a weak whine. "keep talking" he whispered, his face inches from yours. "i love the way you look when you're desperate and still trying to be brave."
he didn't even wait for you to catch your breath. his free hand moved down, gripping the hem of your dance shorts and ripping them down with a single, violent tug. the sound of the fabric tearing was loud in the studio, and for the first time, your bravado flickered.
"no! stop— get off me!" you shouted, your knees hitting his hips as you tried to buck him off.
wonbin just laughed, that low, chilling sound again. he used his entire body weight to crush you against the mirror, the cold glass biting into your back. he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, his fingers like iron cuffs, while he used the other to spread your legs wide.
"look at yourself" he mocked, nodding toward your reflection in the mirror of the far wall behind him. "look at the girl who was so tough ten minutes ago. now look at how much you're shaking while i touch you."
he spat on his fingers, a blunt and disrespectful gesture, before shoving them inside you without a hint of preparation. you screamed, a sharp, jagged sound, and tried to kick out at him again, but he just leaned in and bit your shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark that would be there for weeks.
"you wanted to fight me, didn't you?" he groaned, his pace becoming rough and punishing as he watched your face in the mirror. "well, here i am. fight me. show me how much you hate this while your body starts to give in."
you kept sobbing, kept trying to pull your wrists free, but the more you fought, the more obsessed he looked.
he wasn't looking for your consent—he was looking for your defeat. he didn't even bother to take his own clothes off the proper way; he just unzipped his pants with a heavy, metallic rasp that sounded like a death knell in the quiet studio. you tried to squeeze your eyes shut as he turned you around, hands and chest pressed against the mirror, but he grabbed your jaw, his fingers digging into your bone to force you to look at the mirror again.
"look at me" he commanded, his voice vibrating against your skin. "i want you to see exactly who's taking this from you"
he didn't give you another second to breathe. he positioned himself and slammed into you in one blunt, unyielding motion. the impact made the glass behind you groan, and a choked-out scream ripped from your throat, your head snapping against the mirror.
"stop— wonbin, please—" you sobbed, your voice breaking as the friction became too much. trying to push your body away from him but he just held you tighter.
"i thought you wwere feisty" he mocked, his pace becoming frantic and punishing. he wasn't being gentle; he was using his weight to crush you, making sure you felt every bit of his strength. "wheres all that attitude now? where's that girl who thought she could look down on me?"
his fingers were bruising your hips as he slammed you back against the glass over and over. you were shaking, your legs barely able to hold your weight as you fought against the sensation of him filling you up so completely. he was hitting your g-spot with every single thrust, a calculated move to make your body betray your mind.
"you're so tight" he groaned, his forehead dropping against shoulder. "you're fighting me so hard but look at how you're clamping down. you're literally milking me while you cry"
you shook your head, your hair a mess of sweat and tears, but you couldn't stop the high-pitched whines that were starting to replace your insults. you were reaching your limit, your internal muscles coiling tight, and wonbin could feel it. he let out a dark triumphant chuckle, his grip on your waist tightening until you were sure he'd leave permanent marks.
"thats it" he hissed, picking up the speed until the only thing you could hear was the wet sound of his skin hitting yours. "come for me while you hate me. show me how much of a mess i can make out of you"
as the first wave of your orgasm hit, you let out a loud, broken cry, your body arching as you peaked. wonbin didn't stop, he kept going through it, his movements raw and aggressive until he finally let out a guttural groan. he buried his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin to mark you one last time as he filled you up, pinning you hard against the mirror until you were both shaking and spent.
he stayed there for a long moment, his chest heaving against your back, before he finally pulled away. he didn't help you up; he just watched you slump against the glass, looking down at you with that same cold, superior smirk.
"i'll see you at practice tomorrow" he whispered, reaching out to pat your tear-stained cheek. "don't be late"
tags: stablished relationship, oral sex (male receiving) face sitting, humiliation kink, gagging, hair pulling
you were laying in the bed, scrolling through your phone mindlessly until wonbin came back to the room. phone in hand. bulge notorious in his pants making you raise your eyebrows.
he sat by the edge of the bed, biting his lower lip not knowing how to word his request. you already knew him well enough to see when he had something in his mind but struggled to explain it. "spit it, wonbin. or just show me the video you apparently saw that has you bulging in your pants"
your boyfriend groan to then just pass you the phone showing you the video. "this?" you ask curiously but not judging.
"please, darling" he starts now. putting th phone away, hovering over you as he starts kissing your neck. "your pretty face would look so good under me... being able to see how your eyes go blank trying to take me like the good girl you are" he murmurs, his voice quiet and soft as he peppers your neck, burying his face in your chest then "be good for me, hm?"
you didn't even have time to answer before his hands were on your waist, guiding you to lay flat against the pillows. he looked so desperate, his face a little flushed as he started undoing his pants, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room.
"look at me" he whispered and when you did he wasn't the usual shy wonbin. he looked hungry.
he didn't wait. he crawled over you, positioning himself right over your face. you felt the heat of him before he even sat down. his hands went to the headboard, gripping it for balance as he slowly lowered his weight. at first, it was just the tip poking at your lips smearing his pre-cum on your lips as you then opened your mouth. he sat down fully, his thighs framing your head and cutting off the light.
the weight of him made you muffled, your nose pressed into his skin. you could hear his shaky breath from above you. "fuck, you're so small" he groaned, his fingers finding your hair and fisting it just enough to tilt your head back so he could slide in deeper.
he wasn't being mean, but the way he was forcing you to take him—the way he was hovering so he could see your reaction—was definitely different. every time you tried to breathe, you just got more of him. he started moving his hips, a slow, agonizing grind against your mouth.
"take it, baby. gag for me" he murmured, pushing himself further down until you felt that familiar tightness in your throat. his hand in your hair tightened, pulling slightly to keep you in place while he watched your eyes glass over just like the girl in the video.
he was ruined for this. the way your hands kept clawing at his thighs, trying to find air while he used your face as his personal toy. "so pretty... aren't you?" he bit out, his pace picking up as he felt you clench around him, your muffled whines only making him harder.
as you moaned around his lenght, tears starting to fall down your cheeks everytime he forced himself deeper he groaned. pulling off your mouth, his hand going to your chin "tongue out" he commanded and you listened. he rubbed his lenght on it without going into your mouth. spreading your saliva around your cheeks, face.
he let out a shaky breath when he saw how obedient you were. your tongue out, slick while he painted your face with your own spit.
"look at you... such a mess for me already," he muttered his thumb roughly swiping across your bottom lip before he shoved himself back in, deeper than before. this time he didn't give you a second to adjust. his tip started hitting the back of your throat with a rhythm that was fueled by pure, unadulterated greed.
you were clawing at his thighs now, your nails digging into his skin as the air became a luxury he wasn't letting you afford. the sound was loud. the wet slapping of his skin against your cheeks and the muffled, desperate sounds you were making. it was exactly like the video, but so much better because he could feel the way your eyes were blown wide, focusing only on him.
"fuck... i'm gonna-" he cut himself off with a groan, his grip on your hair tightening until your scalp stung. he was hovering just enough to see your face turning a pretty shade of pink, your nose buried against him.
he didn't pull out. he didn't even give you a warning.
he just pressed down, his weight fully crushing your face into the mattress as he hit his limit. he let out a choked sound as he filled your mouth. the heat of him hitting the back of your throat. you couldn't even move, trapped under the weight of his hips and his hands still fisting your hair to keep you from pulling away.
"take it all... every drop, darling" he whispered, his voice completely wrecked.
he stayed there for a long moment, twitching against your tongue, breathing heavily into the quiet room. when he finally pulled back, he looked down at the mess he made on your face. the tears, the spit, and his own mark on you, and he just let out a small, dazed huff.
"you were so good for me" he murmured finally softening up laying down next to you and leaning down to kiss your forehead "my pretty, pretty girl."
