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Kinktober Day 22

Breeding - Suho

!sub Suho

He seemed so well put together and dominant to everyone around you, with an aura that practically screamed I’m in charge, and you fit the bill perfectly too of the subservient, sweet and innocent girlfriend, happy following him along to every one of his work events, and god, was there a lot of them, but that’s what you get for dating a CEO, polite to all of his staff and other stakeholders, and you got along with all of his friends and family too.

Little did they know though, who you were and who he was when that front door shut and the facade crumbled with nobody else to see but you. There was a whole other side to him, and to your relationship, the complete dynamic switch was one that you were sure nobody else would ever believe, not that you would tell them anyway.

“You’re such a pretty boy, Junmyeonnie,” You coo, pressing a finger to the tip of his nose, giggling as he scrunches his face up, “You drive me insane with that perfect face of yours.��

He can’t hide his smile at the sudden compliment, blushing and looking away with his eyes despite not being able to turn his head with you holding his cheek. He flusters so easily, pathetic almost but in the most beautiful way. He bites his lip with a slight nervousness, though he knows what is to come, he still acts curious, intrigued, and innocent.

You stand back to admire him under the dimmed lights in your bedroom, his shirt is a little dirty as he has spent the last hour in the kitchen baking your favourite chocolate chip cookies, a surprise for you to come home to after another arduous day at work. You had wiped the chocolate from his lips onto his shoulder, that shirt will need to be washed, but he would not be wearing it for much longer anyway.

“I want you,” You confess suddenly, desire overtaking you in a way that could only be described as primal, “Myeon, I need you.”

Without a second's pause, you are on him. Pushing him back toward the bed, hands already under his shirt to tug it upwards, desperate to free him, just as much as he is to be moulded into whatever it is that you desire today, and as you pull his shirt over his head, you have that decision made for you with your eyes on his sweet, soft skin.

“Bend over for me, baby,” You urge him once you are both fully undressed, “You’re going to be a good boy for me today, aren’t you?”

He does his signature pout, gaze soft and glassy, nodding absentmindedly as he easily falls further and further into the subspace you have trained him to enter. You guide him, though he knows what to do, onto his stomach and then up onto his knees so that you can admire him from the back, forever in awe at his perfection. Warming him up is easy too, ass play is his favourite, and he is always prepared as you fucking love it too. The way that he whimpers and whines and begs you for more, praising you for everything that you do for him, though outside of the bedroom it is him that does it all.

A pretty pink, sparkly dildo is what you wear attached to your strap today. You have him on his back now, so that you can watch his face as you enter him, slowly filling him from tip to base, his face scrunching up adorably as he adjusts to the stretch, in comparison with your fingers, this is much larger, but he doesn’t want you to stop.

“You’re doing so well honey,” You murmur, your own words a little slurred as the vibrator attachment on the strap presses against your clit, “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you?”

Junmyeon is more enthusiastic now, his breathing syncs with yours, in time with your thrusts as you make pace with a steady rhythm. Each movement is easier than the last as he relaxes into it, soon overcome with pleasure, hips rolling back into you to take you in deeper, needing the feeling of your cock against his prostate, and with the angle you are hitting it every time.

“I love it,” He replies without a second thought, words strangled through a moan, “More, please, don’t stop.”

You press a hand to his lower stomach, right above where his rock hard cock rests against, so that you can feel the way his stomach bulges as you fuck him, you are fucking filthy.

“I won’t stop, I promise,” You tell him, “I’m not going to stop until I get you pregnant, my sweet boy.”

His eyes roll back now, letting out the most pitiful moan as your hand presses down harder, “I need it, I need you to knock me up,” He mumbles, cheeks burning red as he makes his confession, “Fill me up, mark me, claim me, I’m yours.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You ask him, “You’ll look so pretty all swollen, growing my baby inside that little tummy of yours.”

They are insane, the words that come out of your mouth, but Junmyeon likes them, he likes them a lot. The empty threat and impossible scenario has him reeling,and the way that you feel inside him has him falling apart, as you begin to lose yourself too.

“I want it,” He nods again, “Please, please knock me up, want your babies, need them, I need you to make me yours forever, ruin me so nobody else would ever want to touch.”

He knows the script better than you do, though this is his fantasy after all, you only fell for it after he admitted how badly it turned him on, and you ended up wanting it just as much too. You let your hand slip down now, gripping his cock with only slight pressure just so you can feel the way that it begins to twitch as his orgasm nears, needing to make sure that he is not far ahead from where you are at, though the vibrator against your clit has you threatening to fall apart even sooner.

You go to open your mouth to tell him he may finish, when he beats you to it, his release happening suddenly, how the fuck did you miss that? in hot bursts as his load shoots right up to his neck. The pleasure from an accidentally too-hard hit against his prostate made him come early, though the picture of him pathetically finishing under you is just enough to push you over too. With continued empty threats, you finish too, thighs shaking while you try and hold yourself up, increasingly more and more difficult to thrust into him, although it is your hand that milks him dry until he grabs you by the wrist to hold you still, letting you spend the last moments of your peak just riding the vibrations from the attachment on your toy.

“Fuck,” You gasp, breathless as you slowly pull out from him, your free hand working to take your strap off, throwing it aside as you fall down onto your back beside him, “Every time is better than the last, I swear.”

Junmyeon turns his head to look at you, his expression is blissful, dazed and sleepy, the way that it always is after a session as intense as this.

“I hope you’ll still be saying this fifty years from now,” He murmurs, “I’m sure I will be.”

And because you are you, unable to take confessions of forever without panicking, you turn the tone with a comment that leaves Junmyeon’s jaw dropped.

“Maybe by then science will have gotten us so far that I will actually be able to knock you up.”

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Kinktober Day 21

Service Top/Soft Dom - Jonghyun

!dom Jonghyun

“Lay down for me, sweet girl,” Your boyfriend murmurs, so gently placing you onto the mattress after having carried you down the hall, “I’m going to make you feel good, I promise.”

You do as you are told, knowing better than to argue, though your curiosity is piqued and you have endless questions, it is impossible to stop yourself from asking at least one.

“Why, Jjong-ah?” You query, slightly tilting your head and staring at him with innocent confusion on your face, “I didn’t do anything special.”

Jonghyun doesn’t answer your question with words, but actions. Beginning slowly he presses his lips to yours, lingering there and allowing you to feel his breath hot on your lips. It leaves you needy, wanting, but you know that you have to show patience. Instead of kissing you again, despite your pouted lips, he presses his to one of your cheeks, his other hand holding the other, guiding you to lean away so that he can kiss along your jawline instead. Starting down by your chin and making his way up to your earlobe which he nibbles on softly, eliciting a breathy moan from you as you tilt your head further back, exposing more skin and showing him what you want even though you know that he will give it either way.

He licks a stripe now, from just under where he bit, all the way to the junction between your neck and shoulder where he kisses you again, chuckling as you arch your back, leaning into him from underneath. His goal is to undress you now, and of course you allow him to do so. Leaning up so that he can pull your shirt up over your head, his eyes widening as he stares at you, hungrily as if he had never seen something so beautiful in his life. He always made you feel this way, and it always drove you crazy. You weren’t sure who was more into who, as his desire and need to be whoever you needed him to be, only challenged your desperation to be what he was after as well. He is slow in his movements, taking your clothes off piece by piece, taking his time in admiring you, drinking you in as he removes the final layer, pulling your panties down and throwing them to the floor amongst the pile of your other clothes.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you practice mindfulness, feeling his hands as they begin to explore your body, beginning at your neck, his delicate fingers take their time to feel your skin, leaving nothing untouched, gently squeezing your breasts, his calloused fingertips from playing guitar are rough against your sensitive nipples, causing you to gasp, though he kisses you again to keep you quiet. His hands trail further, feeling the curvature of your waist and the way that it rounds out again at your hips, so besotted by your hourglass figure, completely entranced by you.

He begins to kiss your body now, moving slowly down, across your chest, ensuring to give just as much if not more attention to your skin where his fingers had been only minutes ago. He hums contentedly as he leaves wet spots behind, kissing, licking and gently marking your skin, leaving nothing untouched as he passes your hips and your legs spread for him eagerly. He struggles to hold himself back now, in fact, he doesn’t even attempt it at all. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his breath hot against your cunt as he licks a stripe along you, tongue pressing in to taste the arousal as you grow wet, or wetter than you already were.

Your fingers knot in his hair to keep him close, though he has full control of the situation, of which you are both aware, he is driven and motivated and so fucking turned on by giving everything to you. He works your body effortlessly, tongue flicking between your clit and your hole, teeth gently nibbling that sensitive bud, loving the way your legs twitch from the instant overwhelm of pleasure. Your first orgasm hits you quickly, and you grind into his face as he pulls you through it, seemingly more desperate about the way it makes you feel than you even are.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he raises his head to look at you, desire darkening his eyes as he contemplates for a moment before sitting up to pull his shirt over his head. You too admire his body in the way that he did yours, forever taken aback by how perfect he is, though you shouldn’t be surprised when you know how hard he works on it.

As he makes his way up again, pausing only momentarily to undo the button and fly on his jeans so that you can pull his pants down as he hovers over you once more. He is rock hard, as you are soaking wet, giving him the freedom to enter you swiftly, willingness to take it slow all but existent anymore, desperate to feel your walls around him, desperate to make you come for him again, knowing that will tip him over too is only a secondary benefit.

While he entered fast, his movements are slow and sensual, giving you the ability to feel every inch of him, throbbing veins and slightly curved shaft, leaving you breathless with every thrust as he matches that with a repeated mantra of love confessions and praises to you, affirming your perfection and your importance in his life and not just in this very moment.

“Baby girl,” He moans between kisses that are just as intimate as the session you are in, “I’m going to come soon, you are close again too, aren’t you?”

While he phrased it as a question, you know that it is an order, in the gentle method that he always uses, so you take a moment to centre yourself, eyes fluttering shut as you focus on the pressure building inside of you, nodding at him meekly as the peak begins to close in. You know he wasn’t lying too, as his movements speed up as a present reminder that he needs you to pull him over, though again you know that your body will do whatever he wills it to, and that it does, vision blurring and words failing you as the room goes almost black, this time much more intense than the first, the build up was slower, and coming on his cock just feels so… much… better.

He follows suit quickly, melodic moans fall from his lips as he fucks into you harder again, releasing inside of you in thick bursts, chased further by the way you contract around him with your own high, desiring, needing, wanting and receiving him wholly, completely, yours.

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Kinktober Day 20

Overstimulation - Xiumin

!sub Xiumin

“Oh, fuck, fuck!”

Minseok cries out as you stroke him to finish, he is a mess at this point, as is the bedroom, towels and tissues discarded, the sheets crinkled and half of the blankets and pillows have fallen off the bed. After a long day at work, nothing excited you more than to take out all of that pent up rage, frustration, and mental exhaustion on the sweet, darling man that you were blessed enough to live with.

He always took it so well, too, happy for any sort of attention from you, and sexual attention was the best of them all. You had him go down on you first, something he craved to do more than anything, constantly asking for it, always wanting to make you feel good. He had made you come a few times before you pulled him away, knowing that if you left him to make that choice, he would be down there for hours.

Your goal here though was not just to get yourself off, but to ruin him, and you were well on your way by now. You hadn’t let up so far, giving him no break in between, even as he softens you continue to stroke, lick, bite, keeping him stimulated so that he gets hard again as soon as possible. All you want here is to get him off, as quickly as you can, as many times as you can, even if it breaks him.

“Enough,” He mumbles, as you continue to stroke him, his legs are twitching but you use your other hand to hold them still, “Baby, come on, I’m done, I’m done!”

You lean forward to kiss him, in an attempt to get him to quieten, as well as to distract him, showing him all of your love while you play with his cock. He is exhausted, so you start it slow, gentle touches while he rides out the remaining euphoria from his most recent orgasm. Your wrist is sore, as is your jaw, but the look on his face makes the pain worth it, causing him pain that causes him pleasure, it is all that you want to do.

“Such a pretty boy,” You purr, licking across his jawline, hand tightening slightly, moving a little faster now, “You’re doing so well, I’m sure you can come for me again.”

Minseok kicks his feet, shaking his head in protest as you press a finger to his lips to quieten him. You know that he wants it, as he leans into you, begging without words, but his body. He begins to harden again, blood rushing to his cock as your hand moves faster. When you glance down, you see how red and raw he is, and without stopping you reach over behind him for the bottle of lube, not wanting to damage him, even while you are trying to break him.

You spill some more of the cool liquid out over the tip, catching it with your hand to smooth out over his entire length, watching his eyes flutter shut as he breathes in deeply, already feeling better with the softened skin. You are able to speed up now, fully hard and needy for it, forgetting how much it hurts as he is overtaken by the good feelings instead, whimpering and whining as the both of you forget how exhausted you are. He doesn’t last long this time, each orgasm comes quicker for him, his load is smaller, with hardly anything left to give, he shoots basically dry, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as your hand continues to move, milking him dry while he pleads again and again for you to stop.

“Hurts,” He stutters, trying his hardest to pull you off him, his fingers wrapped around your wrists, “Stop it, stop, I can’t take any more!”

It is hard not to listen, but you can hear the tone underneath his words, not quite there yet, close, but not quite.

“One more, Minseokkie,” You soothe him, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, “We’ll go slowly, okay? I know you can give me one more.”

The apprehensive look on his face says a yes, though only you would know that after the amount of times you have had him in this exact position. You tilt your head to the side, pondering momentarily how exactly you will make him finish for the last time tonight. So many options, though one stands out much further than the rest.

You kiss him harder this time, a hand still wrapped around his cock as you reposition yourself, now straddling his thighs, your free hand tangled in his hair, keeping him close to make sure that he knows exactly what you are going to do.

“One more,” He finally nods, just as you get him to half-hard again, “Last one, okay? Please, my love, I can’t do more than that.”

With the remaining lube in the bottle, you slick him up once more, though you are still so wet, he probably doesn’t need it. Fully hard, it is easy for you to drop down onto him, taking him in all the way, so sensitive yourself from the way that he went down on you earlier, though nowhere near as overstimulated as him. He moans in sync with you, hips bucking reflexively to match your pace, and you know that this will be the quickest yet, and you most likely won’t finish again, though you don’t think you have it in you to do so anyway.

You ride him slow and sensual, rolling your hips down to take him deep every time, judging how far you can take it, knowing that he is close and you have barely been on him for a minute. It is pathetic, but you like him best this way, losing himself for you until he is completely gone. He can’t even form words now, his moans are soundless, mouth hanging open as he orgasms for the final time tonight, completely blank, not filling you with anything, only tears flow from his eyes as the overstimulation and pleasure is now definitely too much for him to handle.

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Kinktober Day 19

Lap Dance / Strip Tease - Jiwoong

!dom Jiwoong

It wasn’t often that you had a customer who was truly attractive. You were used to faking it, that is all part of the job, but tonight you had to fake it in the complete opposite way, you had to act disinterested, at least just enough so that it would entice him to continue to pay you for your service. You are not sure whether you had hidden your shock when he walked into the private room, having booked a dance with you after choosing you based on the photos up on the wall by the bar. You nodded at the floor manager before he closed the door behind him, and that brings you back to the present moment, with the night only just starting for you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” He murmured, fuck, of course his voice is hot too, “I’m Jiwoong.”

You smile sweetly at him, introducing yourself as your dancer name, “It is lovely to meet you too, Jiwoong, I’m Candy.”

You watch him eye you up and down, his expression gives away how impressed he is. It is a boost to your ego, and you remind yourself that even though he is the one paying, underneath it all, you are the one in charge here. However, you know that goes unspoken, while chasing his payment, and any additional tip, you will do what he asks, up to your limit, though you are not sure how many of your limits you will keep to tonight, not with that look on his face, not with that fucking perfect face.

“How may I entertain you tonight?” You ask, leading him over to the sofa against the opposite wall, “Please sit, make yourself comfortable.”

Jiwoong does so happily, continuing to stare at you, unable to look away as you step back so that he has a better view. You close your eyes and feel the bass from the music run through you, awaiting Jiwoong’s instruction, though there are only a few things that he may want, you are curious as to where he will start.

“Dance for me,” He replies, as you open your eyes to see him, sitting spread-legged, his black suit particularly tight around the thighs, “I’m sure you know what to do.”

He is correct, dance is your specialty, that is why you spend most of your club shifts here in a private room, men are always willing to spend all of their money just to see you move. You don’t know what the manager had told Jiwoong, but he gives off the vibe that he has heard of you too.

You don’t hold back but start slowly, keeping distance between you at first, letting your ego take over, the music is sensual, a heavy bassline, easy for you to move to. Jiwoong is entranced, practically unblinking, unmoving, apart from following you with his eyes as you move around the room. You have a flow that gets you closer to him without him noticing at first, at least not until you stand between his legs, and his jaw drops open as you lean forward, your hands on the back of the sofa either side of his shoulders, your face is mere inches from his, and you thank yourself for wearing such full coverage makeup so that he cannot see your blush.

“Is this okay?” You ask him, letting your eyes fall half shut, siren eyes, and they are working, “Or do you want me to stop?”

Jiwoong looks a little taken aback, you can see that he is struggling to resist, his urge to touch you is overwhelming, but that costs extra, and you won’t be giving him that option just yet.

“Don’t stop, sweet Candy,” He replies, his eyes hazy as he looks down, your breasts spilling out of the red lace bra you are wearing, a matching set with your panties, “Keep going, you should know that money isn’t a problem tonight, I mean it.”

Now that excites you, opening options up for you, as if you were not already willing, you are going to make a lot of exceptions. A hot man with money? You have hit the jackpot.

You reach down and guide his legs together, and then move to join him there, your knees either side of his hips as you straddle him. Bodies practically touching, though he keeps his hands on the back of the chair with white knuckles from how hard he grips them there, struggling as you start to give him a very, very close lap dance, your hands carding through his hair, making sure that he is enjoying it, making sure that he is watching you.

“You can touch me,” You offer to him, both out of interest in how much you will get paid, and what his hands will feel like on you, “But it won’t be cheap.”

Jiwoong smirks, slowly loosening his grasp on the sofa, and then starting from your shoulders, he trails his fingers down your back, settling at your hips to feel the way that they move as you grind on him.

“I told you, sweet girl,” He repeated himself, “Money is not a problem.”

Your hands slide down onto his shoulders too, gripping gently with a slight massage routine, still moving your body along with the music, you stare at him hungrily, biting your lip as you keep him engaged. You don’t leave any space between you now, warming up to the idea of taking this to the next level, letting your mind wander as you try to think of an appropriate price. This is not something you have done before, nor are you allowed to on the premises, though you are sure there are plenty of hotels nearby, and that Jiwoong would pay for a room for you, on top of your named price.

“Would you like to take this elsewhere?” You ask him, your tone far too innocent for the act you are suggesting, “I’ll give you a discount if you pay for the room.”

You think back to your friends who work in full service, naming a price that one of them told you she charges, and as Jiwoong nods, reality sets in and you realise you are going to get to fuck the hottest customer you have ever had, and you are going to get paid for it.

You dance for him for a few more minutes, now much more intimate with the understanding that soon he is going to get all of you, until the song finishes and Jiwoong helps you stand up, a little wobbly on your feet due to the position you had been straddling him in.

“Let me get my things,” You tell him, nodding goodbye to the floor manager as you lead Jiwoong down the hall, “Book a room for us, won’t you?”

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author’s note;

Hello my loves! I hope you’re all enjoying Kinktober so far!

I’m just flagging now, I may fall behind by a couple of days. I’ve had some personal stuff come up and am trying to write where I can but I am really struggling.

I won’t give up and it’ll all definitely get done, but I’ll probably be playing a bit of catch up!

Love you all!

From Kai.

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Kinktober Day 18

Orgasm Denial / Edging - Taemin

!sub Taemin

You gag as you lower your head again, hollowing your cheeks to take him in deeper, obsessed with the way that his cock twitches when your nose brushes against the skin at the base, even more so with the noises that he makes. So easily won over, melting like ice on a hot day, just for you, he is your toy.

Gazing up at him through your lashes as you lift your head and lower again, you see how deeply red his cheeks are flushed, from the stimulation and the overwhelm of you rewarding him like this, you had told him he was extremely well behaved today. It was easy to you, loving nothing more than to give him all of you, putting in extra effort to make sure he felt incredible.

“Feels so good,” Taemin moans, his hips bucking reflexively in time with your own movements, “Ah, mmmh, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He gets so… grateful, when he is close, making it so easy for you to know exactly when to stop before he finishes. He will never learn, he is unable to hold himself back, unable to hide his feelings from you. You let him get closer, knowing that he is only moments away before you suddenly pull off, smiling at him with a devilish grin as you watch him go through all of the emotions.

Confused, hurt, upset, in pain, his eyes are pleading and his lips are pouted as he glances down at his cock, seeing your hand firmly grasping the tip to stop him from being able to release. He becomes so dumb when it comes to anything sexual, as if the subspace that he falls into simultaneously stops his synapses from firing. He is helpless, knowing too well that he cannot win, in this situation he now has to wait until you are ready, he is yours to play with now.

“Such a good boy,” You praise him, slowly releasing your grip, and letting your hand drop down, still holding his cock, though this time from the base, “You know it feels best this way, you told me so yourself.”

Taemin bites his bottom lip, nodding apprehensively, flickers of the memory appear in his mind from the first time he admitted to you that he liked it when you had complete control over when he could finish. It was so long ago now, and this wasn’t something you did every time you were intimate, but you saved it for special occasions, and for a reward.

Today was one of those times, after you arrived home from a work trip to find the house spotless, the fridge stocked, and dinner prepared and ready for you.

The food could wait. Your desire for your partner could not. Instantly you are on him, making up for the few days apart, the lack of contact, both physical and emotional, mostly physical. The makeout session was hot and heavy as soon as it started, it is no wonder that you ended up here.

You return your focus to the present, with your hand wrapped around his shaft, you begin to move it, up and down, slowly at first to gear him up, though he is still hard, swollen and sore from the constant ebb and flow of his arousal, each attempt gets him closer to the edge before you stop him again. You have lost count by now, this has been going on for nearly an hour, and your own patience is beginning to wear thin.

“Taemin-ah,” You murmur, moving to lie beside him, kissing his swollen lips, “You can touch me too, you know?”

His headspace has him in a daze, and he looks confused for a moment before realising this was a call to action, his own hand moving down to where you want him, just as you hook a leg over his so that he has the space to reach between your thighs. You are dripping already, of course, turned on by your power over him, so aroused knowing that he will do whatever you tell him to, though all that you want right now is to get him over the edge when you do.

It is too late to expect more than his fingers, knowing that if you were to want more, as soon as he enters you with his cock he would finish. He is skilled enough that it is of no loss to you, with the way that you both know each other's bodies, it is never hard work for him to get you there. You still take it slow with him, aware that if you speed up too much, he will fall, and you will not be able to keep up, but you still feel his cock twitch with every movement, moaning into your mouth, muffled as your tongues collide. It is so messy at this point, Taemin has completely broken and fallen apart, struggling to focus on his fingers inside of you, while your grip on his cock tightens, matching the energy as you are so close to the edge.

Taemin pauses for a moment, and your stomach drops, wondering whether he is going to attempt to turn the tables, as your legs have just begun to shake, orgasm nearing, is he about to try and stop it? You grip even tighter, warning him that if he stops, so will you, and you watch his eyes widen, though it is hard to make out as you are so close together, and he resumes his actions.

“That’s better, baby,” You gasp, back arching as he gains enough energy and focus, “Come on, get me there, you want me to let you finish too, don’t you?”

He curls his fingers just slightly, “Please, come on, I can’t take it anymore.”

You laugh aloud, but are interrupted as without warning the build up happens, breath halting in your throat, choked as the wave of pleasure washes over you, unable to articulate just how good it feels, forever surprised that he can do so much with just his dainty fingers, maybe it is the years of piano, or the eloquent dance he can do, but you don’t complain.

“Come for me,” You manage to order him, “Let go, Taemin, come for me, baby.”

With permission, finally, he does. Hard, fast, his load is powerful, thick and hot in bursts all the way up your chest. He is done, ready to faint, unmoving once he pulls his fingers from you, and you are both left breathless, exhausted, and still just as obsessed.

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Kinktober Day 17

Hands - Hongjoong

!dom Hongjoong

“Joong,” You whine, kicking your feet a little as he rolls away, “I’m not finished!”

Hongjoong laughs as he turns back to face you, his smile is innocent but the look in his eyes tells a different story. It is who-knows-what time in the night, or morning, and you are both a little, or a lot, intoxicated, and tensions are running hot as you lie in bed together. He cups your cheek, his fingertips graze against the shell of your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

You lean into his touch, eyes closing as his hand moves down, fingers wrapping gently around your throat cause you to gasp, airways restricted as he guides you flat onto your back, legs separating to fit him between them, hovering over you with one hand beside your head to hold him up, his eyes darkening more with every passing second as he stares at you like prey.

“Sweet princess,” He coos, his voice far too sweet for the action he is performing, “You know you have to ask nicely.”

It is a warning, though not one that scares you, but fuels your excitement. You would do anything to keep his attention, wanting his hands all over you, needing to see them, to feel them, never quite understanding what it was about them that you found so attractive.

Was it the way the cool metal of his rings felt against your skin? He wore so many rings, knowing that you love the feeling, it gives you more awareness of his fingers, knowing that he is touching you, feeling exactly where.

Your focus switches, and you wonder if it is because of just how long and slender his fingers are, because you instantly recall how good they feel inside of you, able to curl and reach the most sensitive spots, extra sensitive after how long he works you up for.

He is predictable, but only because of how long he has been with you, he has you wrapped around his fingers, both literally and figuratively, bending at his will, anything to be blessed by his touch, needing it more than oxygen.

You are brought back into reality, with a particularly harsh squeeze against your arteries, ceasing blood flow momentarily, causing your head to spin and your eyes to open wide. He keeps the pressure going, and with strength, he holds himself up fully by the hand around your neck, leaving the other hand free to stroke your cheek, your jawline, and down your neck, over the top of his own hand to then reach your collarbones, and then your chest.

You are dazed and dizzy, blood rushing to your head as he does not let up, his body is pressed to yours from the waist down, and you wrap your legs around his to indicate how in want you are, you are sure that he can feel how wet you are, as he adjusts his position so that his hardened cock presses up against your entrance, hips moving involuntarily in attempt to relieve some of the pressure building inside him.

“Want you,” You manage to strangle out, your consciousness fading, “Joong, please.”

He wants you too, it isn’t hard to see, or feel this, as he readjusts again, the hand that was tracing shapes on your hips now moves to grab his cock, teasingly stroking the tip along the length of you before settling at your entrance. His eyes are practically black at this point, staring at you, analysing how long you have left before you pass out completely, waiting, slowly but surely entering you, though he stops only just past the tip. You are fading fast now, lips turning blue, loving the feeling of his hands, euphoric at the idea of the last thing you see being him above you, and the last thing you feel being his perfect hand wrapped around your sure to be bruised by now neck.

Simultaneously, he lets go of your throat, and thrusts into you all the way. You are thrown backwards, and let out the most pathetic, broken, strangled cry, as your airways are cleared but the rest of you is filled. It is a wild sensation, the overstimulation is instant, his cock is far too large, it breaks you every time, but you would not have it any other way. He may be short in height, but that clearly did not translate to the rest of his body, and fuck, it only made him that much fucking hotter. He is strong, effortless in the way that he fucks you, it is only his heavy breathing that gives away the energy he is expending, and the way that his eyes roll back as he lets the demon inside him overtake his soul.

He holds himself up once again with one hand next to your head, the other continuing to trail all over your body. He makes sure that every inch of skin that he can reach is touched, focusing particularly hard on those spots he knows are most sensitive, your chest getting extra attention, both of your nipples pinched makes you scream, forgetting what time it is, forgetting that the people in your neighbouring apartments are probably asleep, or probably not anymore, as his fingers card through your hair, and you lift your head up so that he can reach behind, fingers knotting at the base of your scalp to pull your head back, so hard that if you were any more aware you would be scared it was going to break.

“You’re going to be good for me now, aren’t you?” He asks, again more of a warning than it is a genuine question, “Daddy’s going to come, and his sweet angel is going to, too, aren’t you?”

You had been waiting for permission, the only thing you were conscious enough to do, feeling the tips of his fingers pressed into the nape of your neck, his cock hitting the bundle of nerves inside you that has you reeling, with permission to let go you allow yourself to truly feel the orgasm building in you, that you had been holding back in order to make sure he got there too, your body covers in goosebumps, legs begin to shake, whimpering and whining and nodding eagerly your approval, slurred yes, please, fuck yes, rolling off your tongue over and over like a mantra. His release comes in time with yours, bodies synced, ecstasy shared, it is perfect, every time it is fucking perfect, incredible, words could never begin to explain, no matter sober or as fucked up as you are right now, it is everything and more than you could ask for.

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Kinktober Day 16

Oral Fixation - Yeosang

!sub Yeosang

Yeosang looks at you with those doe-eyes, and that pout, the one that he knows makes you melt for him. He has been particularly needy of you today, more than his usual self, although that is already quite a lot, and you weren’t quite sure how to handle it. He had been demanding on your trip to the grocery store, asking for things that he isn’t always after, a lot of sweets, soft drinks, and a lollipop. Since you arrived home, he has followed you around like a lost puppy, leaving you no space to think, or breathe, without him being there asking what you are doing, and when you will have time for him again.

“What do you mean?” You ask him, in response to him yet again, asking you when you will be done with your housework, “What do you want?”

He looks apprehensive to answer you, though he is the one who wanted your attention in the first place. Pink cheeks with his blush, he shies away from your gaze, though you step across the room toward him in order to get what you need. You lift a hand to his cheek, and despite his will, he finds himself nuzzling into it, gaining comfort in your touch and being unable to hold back.

“Attention,” He mumbles, his lisp evident as he speaks, it gets worse when he is nervous, and it makes you melt, “Can’t you finish this later? I want to spend time with you.”

You recall the disappointment on his face when you had gotten home and told him that you had things to do, and while at the time it played nothing in your head, now you understand a little more, that he is in need of more than just a conversation of two, and it is time for you to do what it is that he requires.

“Come then,” You urge him, taking his hand and interlocking your fingers, you lead him out of the living room and into the kitchen, “Do you need me to feed you?”

Yeosang is flustered by your offer, the suggestion not quite what he was after, but close, he follows your lead, down the hallway to where the half-empty shopping bag sits on the counter, he was meant to put that away while you vacuumed, and he looks embarrassed all over again.

“Do you want something from here?” You ask him, knowing that he would have finished tidying up if he had not been distracted, “Tell me, baby, don’t be shy.”

You look down to see where he had gotten up to, and see the lollipop on the bench right next to it, feeling your heart melt as you glance at him to see him looking away in defiance. You don’t push it with further words, instead reaching across the table and picking up the candy, unwrapping it with one hand and then you lift it to his lips.

Yeosang doesn’t even try to fight this, opening his mouth and allowing you to press the sweet against his tongue. He hums in desire, smiling lazily around it as the flavour spreads, and he steps closer to you, submitting with no holding back, hands settling as your waist as you can only watch him begin to fall apart. His desire to have something in his mouth, anything sweet, especially when it is given by you, is insatiable. It drives you crazy too, craving the same thing, and you pull him closer to press your lips to his, tasting him as his mouth falls slightly open, the sugar from the lollipop makes his lips sticky, though you make quick work to clean them up with your tongue, melting into him as he leans in for more, chasing the butterflies that you give him, addicted to the feeling.

You tug him back, pulling him from the kitchen, careful not to trip over your feet as you lead him down the hallway, needing to be somewhere you can have him closer, the bedroom is exactly where you need to be. He is eager too, kissing you with the lollipop still in his mouth, half sucking on the sugar, half biting the stick, breathy moans as your fingers run through his hair, barely making it to the bedroom before pushing him up against the wall, as he begins to work you out of your clothes, and you do the same, desperate to see his body, touch it, feel it.

“My princess,” He hums, hands all over you as your clothes fall to the floor, “Want you, please? I want all of you.”

His words are mumbled around the candy in between his teeth, though he bites down on the hard lolly and breaks it, chewing and swallowing the treat as you lead him over to the bed. He sits at the edge of the mattress, moving back enough so that you can straddle him, bodies pressed together as you watch him lick his lips, looking a little lost despite the clear indication of what is coming next. You lift your pointer and middle finger to his lips, and he absentmindedly lets his mouth fall open, closing again this time over your fingers and letting out a sigh of contentment, eyes fluttering shut as you press gently against his tongue.

At first you couldn’t quite understand this interest of his, the need to have something in his mouth whenever he is horny, but you soon grew to like it, he became so much sweeter, softer, easier to mould, such a good boy. You feel him grow hard, while you lean in to kiss his neck, and to get closer to hear the little sounds he makes as he keeps your fingers in his mouth.

Your other hand trails down his chest, just past his sternum before you push him away, forcing him down onto his back to give you a better angle. He grabs your wrist to keep your hand at his mouth, as you lower yourself down onto his cock, wincing with the stretch, but not caring enough to slow down. When he gets like this, with his oral fixation, you find yourself caring less about what you feel, and more about fulfilling his desires.

Steady bouncing, with your free hand still splayed across his chest to hold you steady, you ride him hard and fast, exclaiming your desires, as he mumbles yours, with your fingers practically halfway down his throat. He looks so pretty, even with his own saliva pooling around the corners of his mouth, euphoria-glazed eyes stare up at you as his mind goes blank, and yours does too, with nothing existing other than the orgasm creeping its way up on you, and him too.

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Kinktober Day 15

Wax Play - Hanbin

!dom Hanbin

You take a deep breath in, just as you were instructed to, and await that familiar burning feeling as your partner tips the candle on its side, letting the wax drip from the pool formed at the top, and down onto your bare stomach. You wince in pain although it doesn’t last long, the warmth spreads through you, and you smile at him lazily as pleasure rushes to your core.

The wax dries quickly, leaving a hard, red circle on your stomach right next to the last one, smaller drops dried in a line lead up your sternum to your neck, Hanbin pauses between the pour and dry steps to kiss you, the danger of him holding a lit candle only ignites further desire, adrenaline, anticipation, you are besotted, as he is with you, so turned on and needy, but too scared to do anything but stay still.

“My love,” He coos, lips brushed against yours, his breath is hot, but he is hotter, “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

As if it were the first time you two had done this, spoiler: it was not, this is your favourite, he repeatedly checks in for maintained consent, aware of how intense this can be for you, as you have done the same for him before, he knows that it can hurt. The need to make sure you are comfortable only makes you more so, willing to let him do whatever he wants to you, knowing that he would stop as soon as you change your mind.

“Hanbin-ah,” You whine, leaning up to kiss him as he tries to pull away, “More, don’t go, want more.”

Hanbin chuckles, happily obliging you with soft kisses, as your hands move to his hair to keep him close, carding your fingers through his hair, gripping gently at the base of his scalp and whimpering as he presses his hand down on your stomach, skin a little sensitive from the wax burns, though it excites you more than it hurts.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He teases you, “Come on, don’t be shy, you need to tell me or I won’t know.”

It flusters you when he gets like this, although you should know by now that he does this on purpose, to confirm and affirm from you that he does not overstep any boundaries, but as you have determined, right now, in this state, there is nothing you would not like from him.

“Touch me,” You mumble, trying to ignore the way that he stares you down, unable to hear you properly, needing clarification, “I want you, in me, all over me.”

Hanbin pulls back suddenly, surprising you so you let go of his hair, and he tips the candle over once more, the collection of wax on your body grows as he runs the candle dry. The pain is harsher this time, burning, and your back arches to try and distract yourself from the overwhelming feeling. Your body pressed to his helps as well, the pain subsiding as the wax cools down, hardening too along with the rest of it. Your bare skin is a mess, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, loving the attention and the feeling that it brings, knowing how well Hanbin rewards you when you take all that he gives, you make sure that he can feel it, the heat as it begins to cool down and balance with the warmth of your body.

Hanbin sets the candle aside, after blowing it out, and returns his focus solely to you, hands roaming he explores your skin, bare, exposed for him and him only. Legs spreading without a second thought, body wanting more than anything else. He is naked too, in fact he was naked before you were, having desperately stripped him before he even got the wax out to play, you had been desperate for hours before you were even together, thoughts racing and yet nothing could quite compare to the real thing.

Rock hard, your hand wraps around his cock as his touch is where you need it the most, he kisses your neck and lets out his own moan as you stroke him, and as he curls his fingers in you, preparing you and making sure you are wet enough to take him without having to waste too much time, though you would tell him that no time together is wasted, especially not like this.

“You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?” He asks you softly, his free hand gently picking at the dried wax on your skin, “You’re so brave, baby.”

He is driving you crazy now, obsessed with the way that he confirms your stance, but past the point of desperation, your grip on his cock tightens, stroking faster in time with his fingers inside of you, legs twitching with the pleasure of it all, that familiar bubbling feeling beginning in the pit of your stomach, wanting nothing more than it to be his cock that you finish on instead of his fingers.

“Enough,” You whine, biting his bottom lip between kisses, “Just fuck me already.”

Hanbin bursts into laughter, but with the most adoration in his eyes, pleased with himself to have you break for him in the softest of ways, knowing that now he can take you and that you will know just how loved and appreciated you are. It is such a contrast, from the temperature play, the teasing, the trust, as he enters you fully, of course with warning, deep breaths and steady movement as you take him into the hilt. You cry out in euphoria, his name falling easily from your lips, breathless and obsessed, as he is in you.

Willing and needy, Hanbin is quick to speed up, chasing your orgasm, needing to reward you for doing so well. It isn’t a difficult feat for him, he knows your body better than you know it yourself, knows exactly how you like it, has the perfect angle to fuck you in, hitting that sweet spot as his kisses aid you in getting there, letting go suddenly, body giving in and giving up, clenching to him with overwhelm as ecstasy takes over your body. At some point he too releases, though you are too deep in your own high to tell when that is, there is a familiar warmth as he releases inside you, a feeling you craved whenever he wasn’t around, and you revel in the moment as he slows down, kissing you again as he relaxes, eventually ceasing movement, to lay beside you and remind you just how special you are.

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Kinktober Day 14

Restraints - Key

!sub Key

He winces in pain as you tie his other ankle to the chair, tugging at his wrists aimlessly though he has no chance of freedom. You liked him best this way, pathetic and at your mercy, punishment for giving you attitude even after you had done so much for him today.

“Honey,” You click your tongue, eyeing his naked body as he sits strapped in and legs spread for you, “How many times do I have to give you this lesson before you learn not to talk back to me?”

He looks away, knowing that this will get him in more trouble, but loving the way that you punish him too much to care about the risk. He is such a brat, and he knows it, and you love it and wouldn’t have him any other way. He drives you crazy, every minute of every day, just right now he has pushed you over the edge.

The same as yesterday, and the day before, he rolls his eyes when you put your hand on his cheek to turn his face to look at you again.

“What’s your endgame here?” You ask him, “How mean am I going to need to be before you say sorry?”

You should have expected it, but you can’t help how angry you get when he just laughs in response to your question, and you draw your hand back to then slap his cheek, not rough, but hard enough to make him gasp, eyes widening as he begins to take you seriously.

“I want you to make me feel sorry,” Kibum replies, and though his expression is neutral, you can hear in his voice that he is a little frightened, realisation setting in that you are not joking, though he should have realised that about an hour ago when this all started, “Maybe this will be the last time, if you make me feel bad enough.”

That is a lie, you know him better than that, that he won’t stop just because you break him, this will repeat again and again, but you will still try your hardest. You feel his body, letting your hands roam, fingers tracing shapes on his skin, noticing the way that he flinches when you get close to certain places, whether from him being ticklish or from being turned on, he refuses to say, keeping quiet after his admittance of his desires.

“You made me very angry today,” You tell him, as if he didn’t already know, and you stand up straight and move further away from him, making sure that he can see all of you, “Maybe I will make you sorry by not allowing you anything at all.”

Kibum looks at you confusedly, and then in shock as you suddenly pull your shirt up over your head, making sure to maintain eye contact with him as much as you can, apart from when the fabric is over your face momentarily. He bites his lip as you look down at him, letting out a laugh before you hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of your pants, and lean forward to slowly pull them down your legs too. Leaving yourself in only your underwear, you decide next to walk over to the chair that is directly opposite to him, and you turn away from him to then remove your underwear too, making sure he has the perfect view of your ass, knowing that he likes it even more than you like his, and that is an insanely large amount.

“What are you going to do?” He asks tentatively, as you step out of your panties and sit down, spreading your legs for him to get the perfect view, showing yourself off for him, “Baby, why aren’t you closer?”

You smirk at him, glancing down at your body before returning your gaze to him, you trail your fingers down your chest, your stomach, along your jutted out hip bones, “Why do you think you deserve to touch this?” You ask, “Wouldn’t it be more fun to just watch?”

He looks taken aback, words failing him as your fingers find your centre, spreading your folds apart to run two fingers up your slit, swiping at the wet that has found its way there, making sure that he can see what you are doing, you let your eyes flutter shut as you breach yourself. You start slow with just one finger inside, and the edge of your palm against your clit, still sensitive from your last intimate session with Kibum this morning. You let out a breathy moan, tilting your head to the side and opening your eyes just enough to look at Kibum through your lashes, he looked pained and needy, exactly how you wanted him too, he is too easy.

“It’s not fun,” He shakes his head, his voice is so much softer now than it was before, “Come on, please, don't do this to me.”

One finger soon moves to two, and you speed up just slightly, fingers curled at a slight angle, mimicking the curvature of his cock that your body has become so accustomed to, “What do you mean?” You ask him, words drawn out just to add effect to the desire, “I’m not doing anything to you.”

“That’s it,” Kibum argues back, purposefully keeping his voice level so that you can’t misconstrue it for brattiness again, “I need you, I can’t just watch, it’s not fair.”

You are close, as you move faster, as you rub circles on your clit continuously, the nub is swollen from the pressure as you know that your orgasm is mere minutes away, your thighs are shaking but you breathe deeply so that you can respond, “Your attitude isn’t fair either,” You tell him, pausing in between to let out a moan as your toes start to curl, “Why should I reward you when you don’t apologise for what you have done?”

Kibum can only stare on as you grip tight to the chair with one hand as the other works harder, and you feel the way that you clench to your fingers as your high ascends, lifting yourself off the chair slightly as your vision begins to blur, shaking through the force of it as your orgasm washes over you, hard and fast and overwhelming, and you cry out his name even though it had nothing to do with him apart from having him sit in front of you, tied up and pathetic, desperate to be the one to get you there, but not being able to.

“I’m sorry!” Kibum cries out, “Baby please, come on, I promise I won’t do it again, I’ll stop talking back, I’ll be nothing but good to you, I mean it, please, please let me have you, please take me!”

You take a moment to be able to stand, fingers slicked and wet as you pull them out, lifting them up for him to see as you cross the room to where he sits, his cock is hard, the tip is red and leaky as it leans against his lower stomach, he looks like he wants to cry, though he is too strong to do so.

“Do you mean it?” You ask as you take position in his lap, legs either side of him, you lean up on your toes to get closer to him, “Apologise again, and next time I come, it will be on you instead.”

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Kinktober Day 13

Size Kink - KB

!dom KB *trans male reader

“Kyubin-ah,” You sigh, gripping onto his shoulders in fear of falling, “Are you done yet? I’m bored of this game, it’s scary.”

Kyubin chuckles, “One more set, baby,” He tells you, “Wouldn’t you rather I was doing this than leaving you here while I go to the gym?”

He is right, you would prefer he spent that time with you, even if it meant him using you as a piece of gym equipment, from laying completely still so that he can bench press you, to sitting on his shoulders so he can do weighted squats, he is shirtless and sweaty and you are tired, but grateful for the extra attention.

Kyubin returns his focus, staring at his reflection while he does his final set of squats. You admit, he looks so hot like this, the size difference between you is so evident, he is tall and strong, while you on the other hand are not, but the perfect size for him to pick you up and throw you around. It scares you, but turns you on in the wildest way.

Once he finishes his tenth squat, he kneels all the way down so that you can get onto the ground. Your legs are a little wobbly at first, but Kyubin holds your hands to keep you from falling, and from getting away from him. He stands up, towering over you, and you admire the sight in front of you. You hope that your support was enough for him to keep his focus on you, and from the look in his eyes, you are sure that your hopes will come to life.

“My baby,” He sighs, letting go of one of your hands to wipe the sweat from his forehead, pushing his short blonde hair back before taking your hand again, “Have I told you that I love you today?”

A blush runs to your cheeks as you step forward, head in line with his chest while you continue to gaze at him, “I think you have,” You nod at him, “But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

Despite the workout, his strength remains, perhaps even more energised he leans down and grabs you by the thighs to pick you up. Your legs instantly wrap around his waist to keep you steady, though he has literally no trouble at all holding you, it is too frightening to not have that extra support. You kiss him without holding back, not caring about the sweat on his upper lips, needing to taste him, needing him closer.

“Someone’s thirsty,” Kyubin murmurs, as you take the opportunity to stick your tongue into his mouth, “Do you want something, sweetheart?”

You glance at the reflection over his shoulder, the sheer size difference between you is astounding, a sight you would never get sick of seeing, “Don’t we look good?” You ask him, knowing that this drives him crazy, you want him on your level, “Look at us.”

Kyubin turns around to see what you are seeing, and you feel him tense up, you are winning, but have not won yet.

“Don’t you wish I was a little bigger?” You ask him, “Wouldn’t that be better for your exercises?”

Kyubin wastes no time responding, “Fuck no,” He shakes his head, “You are perfect like this, look at you, my tiny little one.”

You bury your face in his neck to hide your smile, leaving kisses there as you know it is his most sensitive spot, “Are you sure?”

Instead of answering, he steps forward until you are up against the mirror, the cool of the glass on your back causes your body to cover in goosebumps, “I am sure,” He replies, “I wouldn’t change a thing without you, I fucking love how small you are in comparison to me.”

“Oh,” You reply with a feigned surprise, “Does it make you feel strong? Knowing how powerless I am compared to you? Knowing that you could do whatever you wanted to me?”

Kyubin’s eyes roll back, your plan is working, he is going to take you and you are more than ready for it, “Yes,” He nods, “I like it so much, knowing you are all for me.”

“Then show me,” You tell him, “Show me how strong you are, I am yours.”

Kyubin lets his desire take over now, with your consent, your pleas, he is halfway to naked anyway, it is only you that needs to be undressed. You lift your arms over your head for him to pull your shirt up, throwing it over his shoulder before returning focus to you. His hands on your chest, fingers tracing over your top-surgery scars, so turned on by you, his pretty little boy.

He lowers you both down, putting you on your back on the floor, so that he can work at your shorts, pressing kisses all over your body as he moves further down, nipping at your hips as you lift them up so that he can get your underwear down. His hands race to his own shorts, tugging them down just over his ass so that he can free his cock. You spread your legs to accommodate him, and he places a hand under your lower back to angle you better, the other hand finding its way to your core, toying at your entrance, feeling the slick from how wet you already are.

“Hurry up,” You mutter impatiently, biting your lip as he breaches you, “Need your cock, Kyubin, need you to stretch me out with how big you are.”

You continue to beg him, moaning loudly as his fingers scissor in you, preparing you for the thing you have wanted the most. When you are ready, or at least ready enough, he enters you without clear warning, causing you to grab onto his shoulders to keep you steady, crying out his name as he hits your cervix, and as you glance down you see he is barely three quarters of the way inside you.

“So big, hyung,” You gasp, letting your head fall back to focus solely on the feeling, “Ruin me, break me, you can do it.”

As if he needed your encouragement, already turned on enough just looking at you so small and pathetic underneath him, he speeds up faster than you can process, as he presses a hand to your lower stomach to feel the way that it bulges as he fills you up.

“You take me so well, pretty boy,” He moans, spurred on by everything you do, though all you are doing is existing, for him to fuck, for him to take from, “I’m going to make sure I last all night, you’re going to take all of me until I can’t give anymore.”

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Kinktober Day 12

Toys - Xiaojun

!sub Xiaojun

You tear open the second package with your teeth, letting the gift fall onto the mattress. Xiaojun watches you patiently as you unwrap it, pretending to ponder for a moment before holding it out for him to see. He wasn’t one for experimenting, he just wanted to be babied, cared for, looked after, and you were into it too, but had decided that the time had come to explore, so you were starting somewhere gentle, something fairly vanilla, just with added pleasure to him, and to you too.

“Let’s get you undressed now, baobao,” You coax him, leaving the most recently opened toy aside the other for a moment to focus all of your attention on him, “Good boy, come here.”

You kiss him softly, passionately, love flowing between you in the sweetest of ways. Tongues colliding, needing to taste each other, needing to be closer. He is like a drug to you, he fills a void that you didn't even know was empty. As you kiss him, your fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, slowly tugging it upwards to reveal his body underneath. He is so perfectly sculpted, from the intense exercise he does as well as his good diet, you trace the muscles, the lines in between each ab, the line down his hips leading to the part of him that you are so desperate to see.

He whines a little pathetically as he attempts to undress you too, soon giving up so you can help him, growing impatient you waste no time pulling your shirt over your head to aid him. His hand snakes around your back to unclip your bra with much less issue than he had with your shirt, weaponised incompetence, he just wanted to see you strip, and you let your bra fall down your arms just as Dejun’s hands move to your chest to replace it. His thumb and forefinger pinches your nipple on the left, as you simultaneously begin to undress his lower half. Wearing tracksuit pants makes this effortless for you, dropping to your knees as you pull his pants down, now in only his underwear he fights for the opportunity to remove your pants too.

It is a bit of power play, this part, as it always is, neither of you really leading any more than the other, both just interested in turning the other on, as this is the point in where your usual foreplay would start, though today that will be aided with an addition, or two, depending on how adventurous your sweet Dejun feels.

You end up on the bed at some point during the makeout session, clothes now scattered on the floor, you lie on your side with one leg over his, feeling his cock as it grows erect, your own body responding to that as your arousal begins to flow. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, but you let go with one hand to reach behind you for one of the toys that you just opened, one that you thought may work better for foreplay, one that you were sure you could tease him with, and that he could use on you in return.

A small, suction vibrator, it fits in the palm of your hand, but from what you have read in the reviews, has the power to make you come harder than any other vibrator on the market. It excites you, and sparks curiosity in your boyfriend, as he stares at it, and then at you, and then reaches out his hand to take it. He seems a little apprehensive, unsure of how to use it, so you guide his hand, pressing the button to turn it on, feeling the vibration as it runs through both yours and Dejun’s bodies. He kisses you to calm his nerves, as you take the toy to your core and gently hold it at your clit, feeling a shockwave of pleasure that you have not felt anywhere else before. It is almost too much, though on the lowest setting, crying out as Dejun learns quickly how to hold it, where to press it, how to get you going.

The reviews were right, your orgasm comes swiftly and without warning, breath catching in your throat as you release, strangled cries of his name as you are totally overwhelmed, begging him to stop and pushing his hand away even though he doesn’t want to. You take the chance to pick up the other toy, this one more focused on him, a ring to perfectly fit around the base of his cock, vibrating, for his pleasure, though yours will come from it too.

He is visibly nervous once more, as you wrap one hand around his shaft, and take the ring to slip onto him, fixing the sizing once it is at the bottom. You press the little button on the side to turn it on, and then push him down onto his back to straddle him. He is already whining, cock growing harder by the second, though it is not long at all until you take him in, forcing yourself down, body still shaky from the force of your last orgasm, though that makes it somewhat easier. He cries out in sudden pleasure, and as you take him all the way, you feel the vibration on your already sensitive, swollen clit, and it starts you all over again.

You find rhythm quickly, desperate and chasing the feeling that you only just had, not caring that this way won’t make him last long, only caring that he gets there at all, as long as you get there again. It is perfect, the subtle addition to your usual ritual, the added stimuli, the added pleasure, it is everything you could have wanted for the introduction into exploration for your previously innocent sex life. Your thighs burn, but the way that his cock, and the ring, make you feel, makes every painful movement worth it, getting closer with every second, knowing that soon you will be losing yourself on him again, and he will lose it for you too.

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Kinktober Day 11

Shower Sex - Onew

!dom Onew

“Come on, honey,” Jinki groans in your ear, “Take it, fucking take it.”

The mixture of sweet and filthy makes you crazy, with your body pressed up against the tiled wall of the shower, and your boyfriend behind you, cock buried balls deep in your cunt, your head is spinning.

“Feels so good, oppa,” You whimper, as he thrusts into you hard enough to lift your feet off the ground, “More, harder, fuck me harder.”

You try to remember how you got here, as intimacy between you two had been so uncommon as of late, your conflicting schedules caused a disruption in your lives, and a disconnect in your relationship. Neither of you wanted things to end, you had been together for years, but there was something that you had been unable to vocalise.

This had changed suddenly, it seems, after a pointless fight that you had started, when he came home from work later than he had told you he was going to. It had been tense in the morning, with a disinterested promise to be home on time today, with an agreement to go out for dinner and try and enjoy yourselves before returning to another full week of work for you starting tomorrow. You gave up two hours after he had said he would be back, calling the restaurant to cancel your reservation just as it was due to start. You were in the bathroom getting undressed when you heard the front door open and you felt your body tense up with anger, dropping everything you were doing to meet him in the hallway with a scowl on your face.

“Am I really that unimportant?” You start, not even bothering to greet him, “Why do you care so little?”

Jinki rolled his eyes at that point, “What is your problem? I got held back.”

You were livid now, seething, really, “So you forgot our date? Or were you off fucking someone else?”

It is true that you had been convinced of this for who knows how long, with such little time spent together, you were sure he would have done so if he wanted to, and with how little he seemed to want you, it was hard to believe otherwise.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” He spits back, though you are not sure which of the two points he was addressing, “Do you really think so lowly of me?”

It caught you off guard, as he stepped toward you, and you found yourself stepping away, a little bit frightened, a little bit regretful, but for some reason still drawn to him, craving the attention that he is finally giving you. You step further back just for him to chase you, backed against the bathroom door, unable to get away from him now.

“There is nobody else,” He tells you while staring deep into your eyes, you are unable to look away, and you know he is telling the truth, “It’s only you, like I promised.”

When Jinki kisses you suddenly, without warning or any sort of premonition, you falter, falling apart and into him, desperately clinging to his shirt as if it were your lifeline, holding onto him as he opens the door behind you to push you into the room that you had only left because he had come home. Half of your clothes are already scattered on the floor from when you had begun to undress before he got home. His clothes soon end up amongst them, as desire overtakes you both, as the need to be on him, the need to be in you, controls your minds and your bodies.

It takes too long for the water to warm up under the showerhead, and your body is covered in goosebumps as the cold water washes over you both, but neither of you seem to notice, too busy getting you prepared, fingers deep inside you as you leave marks on his neck, obvious and unable to be hidden, though you couldn't care less. You wanted everyone to know that he is taken, that he is yours, and to back away and let him be, yours and yours only.

“Never doubt me again,” Jinki warns you, fingers knotted in your hair to tug your neck back so that you can look at him behind you as he destroys your body, “You know that I only ever have eyes for you, it is you or it is no one.”

You are dizzy, fucked out and senseless, orgasm after orgasm racks through your body, his abnormally large cock stretching you out makes you realise even more how long it had been, and how you too had eyes for him and him only, nobody could work your body, and your heart, like he always does, even if it is months apart.

“I won’t,” You promise, words muffled under the running water, “Just don’t make me wait this long ever again, I need you, I need you!”

Your confession spurs him on, admittance to how down bad you are for him only urges him to remind you that he feels exactly the same way. This change of job had almost broken what you had worked so hard to build, but those feelings in your subconscious never changed, he was everything to you, and you were all that he needed, too.

“Baby,” He purrs, releasing your hair to gently caress your throat instead, as your cheek is pressed up against the tile, he takes extra care to make sure you do not hit your head with the force in which he fucks you in, “I’m gonna come, are you ready to take it?”

The consent is hot as fuck, too, the way he cares for you even when he fucks you so filthy has you nodding eagerly, repeated pleas and cries for him to defile you, to leave his mark in the same way that you left yours all over his skin with bites and scratches, you need him to fill you up, you are not whole until he does this, you feel complete when he fills your cunt with his seed.

“Good girl,” He praises you as he releases, his moans are melodic and beautiful, quite the opposite of your pathetic cries of his name, “All mine, all mine, all mine.”

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Kinktober Day 10

Crying - Gyuvin

!sub Gyuvin

“Don’t cover your pretty face, honey,” You coax him, interlocking your fingers with his and moving his hands away, holding them tight, “I want to see you like this.”

Gyuvin pouts at you, blinking a few times to clear his eyes, and a couple of stray tear drops fall down his puffy cheeks. You made him this way, although you hadn’t satisfied yourself yet, you needed more, you needed to see him bawling.

“You look so pretty when you’re upset,” You giggle, readjusting your position in his lap so that you can touch him, your hand wrapping around his cock effortlessly, loving the way that he whimpers as you grasp, “Sweet boy, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

You are gaslighting him, knowing how overstimulated he gets so quickly, knowing that you can overwhelm him with only a few strokes of your hand, finger swiping over the slit to wipe away the droplets of precum that make their way to the surface. His hips buck underneath you, in an attempt to get you to work him harder, chasing the feeling of you on him, knowing that at some point you will give in too, he prays that it is soon.

This isn’t the first time, and he should know better, but your sweet boyfriend is quite… gullible, forgetful, and it is easy to trick him into thinking you will be nice to him, it is as if he forgets every time you are intimate, that you are so fucking into making him fall apart first.

“My beautiful boy,” You smile at him, your free hand cups his cheek, you lean forward to press your nose to his, keeping his eyes trained on yours as your hand moves up and down, “Tell me how you’re feeling baby, no need to be so quiet.”

Gyuvin stutters over his words as your grip tightens, and you revel in the way that his cock twitches in your hand. He is close, you have lost count of how many times you have got him to the edge, his mind is mush, dazed and confused and so, so, so desperate.

“Wanna come,” He mumbles, his blush deepening, “Gonna come, baby, make me come.”

He is telling the truth, and you know he is closer than he has been so far, but you press your thumb over the slit and cease your movements, leaning forward to kiss him as he cries out in pain. You are killing him, slowly, but surely, driving him insane with the work of your hands, your power over him is too much, he has no control and you won’t ever allow it.

“Oh honey,” You sigh, your voice drenched in condescension, using the hand on his cheek to pinch it gently, tears well in his eyes as he stares at you dumbfounded, “Does it hurt?”

Gyuvin kicks his feet as the tears start to fall, unwavering as if a faucet was turned on, all of the teasing has broken him and he just looks so fucking pretty when he cries. You kiss his cheeks, feeling your lips as they wetten, licking the salty tears away before kissing his face again, and then finally kissing him on the lips too.

He whimpers into your mouth as you force him down onto his back, hovering over him now you release your grip on his cock to play with his hair instead. You act bored, disinterested, but you make sure that your bare core rests on his cock, letting him feel how wet you are, almost as wet as his beautiful face is from how much he is crying now. Soft sobs escape him as he tries to pull himself together, but he is basically a shell of the man who you had with you an hour ago, now with only thoughts of release and an end to the pain he is in.

“Hurts, really really hurts,” He blubbers, his hands on your waist try to push you down, he is desperate for some sense of control, but so weak from emotional exhaustion that he can’t do a thing, “Please, please I can’t take it, help, please, help!”

It is impossible to deny him any more, as his cock twitches against you, and you find yourself intuitively leaning up on your knees to line him up with you, and effortlessly letting go to take him fully in. He fills you up, and you fall forward to meet him at his level, kissing him as you wipe the tears from his eyes, though they haven’t stopped yet.

His eyes are puffy and red now, lip quivering as he moans while you ride him, and you cannot get enough of it. He looks pathetic, such a sweet, broken angel, taking his reward with all of the love for you, gratefulness and admiration and downright obsession, exactly as you need it too. He knows exactly what to do to get you there, his hands moving downward, one to grab your ass, the other to play with your clit, urging you closer and closer with every moment.

Suddenly Gyuvin regains his strength, unexpectedly you find him on top of you a moment later, quicker than you could even process the movement. His eyes are still teary, though the crying has come to a stop, too preoccupied with filling you again, taking only another second to find your hole and bottom out, this time in control, you spread your legs wider to accommodate him, so that you can lift your hips up and give him a better angle. You take him deeper than before, head spinning as he hits the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Gyuvin-ah,” You gasp, the pleasure hitting you with the force of a ten tonne truck, “Holy shit, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

You are the one slurring now, body rocked with the intensity, Gyuvin’s remaining tears drop down onto your face as your high ascends, breaking through without warning, fast and hard as Gyuvin’s thrusting speeds up to try and match it, unable to hold himself back anymore he comes harder than he has in so long, the pent up endless edging finally over, painting your insides white with the abnormally large load he releases, filling you to overflow and spill on the bed sheets below you, but neither of you care about the mess.

“Thank you,” Gyuvin murmurs breathlessly, collapsing beside you after he pulls out slowly, “I really, really needed that.”

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Kinktober Day 9

Public Humiliation - Lee Know

!dom Lee Know

The regret was instant the second you stepped out of your car, but the regret mixed with pleasure and arousal, in the most embarrassing sort of way.

Your boyfriend had dressed you today, as a punishment for talking back to him, for being too bratty, he picked the clothes and accessories to wear for your date. It was something you had only ever worn at home, in the comfort for your bedroom, and for his eyes only. A cropped t-shirt, low cut with a push up bra to show off your chest, a skirt, far too short, fishnet stockings and platform boots. The outfit itself isn’t too crazy, apart from the fact that 90% of your ass is on show, but it is the cat ears pinned in your hair, the collar around your neck attached to a leash that he has wrapped around his wrist, and the wild makeup that stands you out.

You have a booking at a nice restaurant, and you can already feel everyone staring before you have moved away from the vehicle, “Please, baby,” You beg him, “Don’t make me go in there like this.”

Minho ponders for a second, but instead of obliging you, he pulls you forward by the leash, so that he can kiss you on the lips, “Not a chance, slut,” He murmurs, “But if you are lucky, I might take this off from around your neck.”

You let out a whine, but bow your head in defeat, knowing that he doesn’t give in, and secretly, - or not so secretly - you like it anyway. He walks in front of you, just enough so that he can tug on the leash occasionally as you walk toward the restaurant, because of course he parked far enough away that you would have to walk past far too many people to get there.

Finally arriving at the restaurant, you attempt to hide behind Minho as he greets the waitress at the door about your reservation. You see her glance at you, but in work-mode she is far too polite to say anything, instead just continuing to do as she would anyone else, picking up two menus and turning to lead you both to your table. Minho is polite, pulling out your seat for you and then taking his own, and you both thank the waitress as she pours you each a glass of water and leaves you with the menu before walking back to the door to take the next patrons.

“Everyone’s staring, kitten,” Minho murmurs, glancing at you and then around the restaurant, “They must think you’re fucking crazy.”

Your cheeks burn red, and that warmth spreads throughout your body, “Baby, don’t…”

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks you, “You like everyone looking at you, always attention seeking, you’re so pathetic, desperate for attention, you just want everyone to see how hot you are, don’t you?”

He gives you the perfect mix of degradation and praise, he has a way with words and knows you love this, even if it breaks you to admit it. Minho lets you ponder his words, his focus switching to the menu in front of him instead, and he motions with his hand for you to do the same. You pick up the menu with hands slightly shaking, the thrill too much for you as you know in mere moments the waitress will be back, ready to take your order and once again getting a chance to see you in all your, in Minho’s words, pathetic, desperate, attention seeking, glory.

It is almost too much for you, as Minho reaches over to adjust your collar just as the waitress returns. It was purposeful, tactical, just so he could make eye contact with you and smirk before sitting back in his chair and turning to the woman to order your meal for you. It is demeaning, the way that he talks for you, the way that he glances over you with a disdained expression before making eye contact with the waitress, chuckling a little as she takes the menus from him and walks away once more.

“Silly girl,” He hums, “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

You want to deny him, but your mind races, words fail you as his hand grips your thigh under the table, hidden by the tablecloth but it feels so visible, and your face doesn’t hide it either. You do enjoy it, being embarrassed like this in front of people you don't know. You wonder what they think of you, whether they think you are crazy, like Minho tells you they do, or if they have other thoughts. You wonder if they think you are pretty, like Minho tells you that you are, and you wonder if they picture what you look like naked, what you sound like when Minho fucks you, what you feel like around him. It drives you crazy, being reduced to nothing but something for Minho to bully, to put down, to control.

You don’t want to be in the restaurant anymore, you want to be under him, want him inside of you, it hurts, how badly you need him. This is 99% your own doing, too, of course Minho instigated it with the punishment, but you let your mind wander, and it’s the thoughts that make you lose control. He can tell, too, as you tense up, as your face falls, biting your lower lip to try and fight those feelings down, but again your thoughts travel elsewhere, picturing Minho biting your lip instead, the way that he always does when he kisses you.

“I need you,” You whimper, voice cracking as you stare at him with teary eyes, “Baby, please, need you now.”

Minho laughs, but you can see that your forwardness has him on edge too, his nails digging into your thigh make that evident, he is needy too. His eyes darken, narrowing in on you, glancing quickly over to the kitchen, knowing that your food is not even nearly ready, before staring at you again.

“Go to the bathroom, kitten,” He orders you, “I’ll be there not a minute later.”

You do as you are told, as always, standing up and turning to walk away when you are tugged back by the collar around your neck. Minho pulls you down to his level, and he reaches forward to unclip the leash. While you are close, he begins to whisper to you, he is quiet, barely audible, and you move closer to hear him.

“I’m going to make sure everyone in this restaurant can hear you scream for me.”

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Kinktober Day 8

Hatefucking - Seoho

!sub Seoho

He was your mortal enemy, Lee Seoho. He was the most infuriating person you had ever met. Everybody liked him, he was always so smiley, so happy, funny, entertaining, but he did your fucking head in. You couldn’t understand how someone could always be so cheerful, you were certain that he was fake to the core, and that only you could see the truth underneath it all.

Despite the loathing, you had far too much to do with him. A prominent figure in your friendship circles, yes, circles, he was at every event that you attended, and the one that you are at tonight is no different. A black tie, formal event birthday party for one of your closest friends, and there he is, standing at the bar looking far too good, and far too fucking happy to be there.

“You look stunning!” He beams at you, as you try to squeeze past him to order yourself a drink, and you turn to face him with a glare as he leans in close and whispers, “It must have taken you forever to make yourself look so good.”

He isn’t like this with anyone else, and only when you can hear it, knowing that if you were to tell anyone else, they would all think you are crazy. It drives you insane, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself that he is doing it on purpose, and that you shouldn’t let him bother you, he wins, he always fucking wins.

Holding your resolve, you give him nothing in response other than a sweet, very obviously fake smile, before turning back to the bar and ordering yourself the strongest cocktail on the menu, and taking a particularly large, painful sip once the glass is in your hand. Seoho follows you as you walk away, despite your clear disinterest, and disdain, he does not leave you alone.

“Oh honey,” He teases you, “Did I upset you?”

You are ready to crack, after who knows how long this has been going on for, he continues to push and prod at you, snide remarks when nobody else is near. He stays by your side, as you walk away again, this time out of the main area and down the hall toward the bathroom, sure that this is the one place that you can escape before you do something you regret.

As you turn to close the door behind you, Seoho stops you with his hand around the frame, pushing his way in and leaning back on the door as it closes behind him. He smiles at you innocently as you stare at him dumbfounded, with no patience left, and all of those feelings come to the surface.

“You are insane,” You tell him slowly, “And I am going to make you regret this.”

This is the side of you that he wanted to see, it is evident to you with the look on his face, all of his attempts to annoy you and to get under your skin was to find out who you really are, just as you wished everyone would find out about him. This would be so much harder for you if he were not so fucking attractive, but the ease in which you step forward to close the space between you is almost embarrassing.

“You could have just told me that you wanted me,” You mutter, pressing a finger to his lips, “You didn’t have to do all of that.”

It makes you sick to your stomach, the way that he just smiles in response, as if there isn’t a single thought in his head, as if he had no idea what you were talking about. You grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him back, and he follows you over to the bathroom counter, where you find yourself trapped between him and the cool marble top. You lift yourself up to sit on it, leaning against the mirror with Seoho standing between your legs, staring at his reflection, and you glance behind you to see what he sees. You admit it is a pretty sight, the two of you together make a very good looking pair, if it weren’t for the mutual hatred, that is.

You can’t wait any longer, the tension in the air is thicker than the erection forming in his pants as you tug him down to kiss him, taking charge, forceful, well aware that this will either make or break any chance of a truce. You wrap your legs around his as he grinds into you, as his hands slide your dress up your legs, and you work at his belt to get his pants down. It is pathetic how eager he is, and you laugh against his lips while you lift yourself up so that he can gain access.

Unprotected, but not caring, he enters you without lube, and without any preparation, but you hold yourself together, and in fact it is him whimpering at how tight you are, at how wet and warm you feel around him.

“Doesn’t seem like you really think those awful things about me,” You murmur, throwing your head back as he presses kisses to your neck, as he settles into rhythm, “Stupid boy, you really think you deserve to be doing this, don’t you?”

Seoho has a point to prove now, one that you gave him yourself, “I don’t,” He shakes his head, “And I don’t.”

Your fingers knot in his hair to pull his head back so that you can stare him down, “I feel good, don’t I?” You ask, letting out a moan as your question causes him to speed up, “Show me that you can make me feel good too.”

His cock is larger than you thought it would be, and curved at the slightest angle, it is perfect, and it makes you want to scream, just another thing to add to the list of Seoho’s perfection. You eat your words as he fucks you perfectly, certain that people know where you are, but right now not caring at all, something like this isn’t too far out of character for you, except for who it is that you are fucking.

As you get closer to release, you begin to lose control, begin to wonder if you even hated him in the first place, and as he gets you there, you accept that he feels the same way, that his baiting and consistent interaction was out of a desperate desire to have you, like this, and maybe even like something more, too. He comes inside of you, filling you up, leaving his mark, as you clench to him through your own release, and you know that this will happen again, and again, and again.

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Kinktober Day 7

Knife/Blood Play - Ten

!dom Ten

It had scared you a little bit at first, exploring your masochist side, but you were safe and loved by the man who you explored it with, the sadist to your messed up, pain-loving self.

Now it had been years, and the kink only grew darker, more sinister, risky and downright dangerous, both of you forever chasing the adrenaline rush you get from doing something that so many other people wouldn’t even dream of.

The latest of your adventures required a deeper level of trust, preparation and planning. Towels layered and laid out on the mattress, a slow and sensual makeout session to ease you into it, gentle reminders of love and faith and a promise to use your safe word if you need to.

“You trust me, don’t you?” Ten asks, already knowing your answer but needing to hear it, “This is going to hurt.”

You are fully in subspace when you nod at him, “I trust you, with all of my heart.”

Ten pauses to reach beside him and pick up the new knife you had bought together, for this exact situation. A beautiful, small, sharp Japanese blade, catching the light in its reflection as he holds it up to inspect it, pressing the tip of the blade against his finger gently to make sure it is sharp enough. His eyes shut at the sting, barely any pressure applied yet it is enough to break through the first layer of skin.

“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” He coaxes you as he takes the blade to your chest, already adorned in light, healed scars from the past few… events, “Just like that.”

He pierces the skin as you exhale, the stinging pain follows milliseconds later and it shoots pleasure right through your veins. Hard to keep still, you squeeze your thighs together in a feeble attempt to stay focused. The cut he makes is long, yet fairly superficial, only a thin strip of blood appears, but does not flow. You feel your cheeks warm up, and that warmth travels through your body as your nervous system catches up, as he presses the blade back down to make the second cut.

“More,” You urge him, gently holding his wrist in an attempt to keep him there, “Don’t stop, okay?”

Ten looks at you carefully before taking the blade further down, finding a spot on your stomach that was scar-free, where he cuts you again, this time deeper, more force, causing you to cry out in pain as blood pools to the surface. With each cut, your body tenses and releases, pleasure running fully through you as consciousness begins to wane. Your vision blurs as he makes a total mess of you, taking it further than he had before, as you repeatedly ask for more until your words slur past comprehension. You aren’t sure how much more you can take, but you want to be strong, you want to test your limits, you know that the safe word is there, but you don’t want to use it.

“That’s enough now, doll,” Ten murmurs, leaning down to kiss you as he places the blade on the bedside table to clean later, “You did so well, felt good, didn’t it?”

You can hardly form words, let alone sentences, ruined by the abuse you so deeply enjoyed, you weakly grab at him to keep him close to you, wincing again at the pain as his body presses to yours, though he holds himself up to not allow too much pressure.

“So good,” You mumble, “Now want you.”

Ten laughs at this, but with the way you feel his hardened cock twitch against your thigh, you know that he feels the same. He kisses you a little harder now, more forceful, turned on even more by the way your eyes begin to water with the pain, glazed, dazed and ready for him, dripping wet and he hasn’t even touched you there yet.

His fingers breach you first, two of them pressing past your folds to enter in up to the second knuckle. You whine, hips moving to try and urge him on, happily obliging your request, knowing the sooner he warms you up, the sooner he can be inside of you. It doesn’t take him long, with the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit as he works you with his fingers, you’re close enough to orgasm before he pulls his fingers out and quickly replaces them with his cock instead.

The initial thrust is harsh, throwing you back and causing you to cry out his name loud enough for the neighbours to hear, though they’re surely used to it by now, his tongue is practically halfway down your throat to try and quieten you, much to avail. Time disappears and all you feel is pain and pleasure, and more pain, and more pleasure, as your body rocks and the fresh cuts stretch, you have no idea how much you are bleeding, but you can feel how wet your body is, and you look a mess, but you could not care any less, he made you this way, and he fucking loves you for it.

You aren’t sure at what time your first orgasm rolls through, you are certain it happened pretty early, but in your state it is hard to recognise, everything feels so fucking good. He takes, and takes, and takes, your body shakes in overstimulation from the mixture of feelings and the adrenaline that pumps through your veins to try and keep you alive. Consciousness wanes as he goes on, but you don’t want him to stop, desperate to be what he needs and deserves, as thanks for fulfilling your needs, even though yes, they are his needs too.

“I’m close, honey,” Ten warns you, “Need you to come again, you have to help me, you want to do that, don’t you?”

It doesn’t take much more than that, you follow all of his orders, letting yourself go to the overwhelming pleasure that you had somehow been holding back, it is coming, and so are you, and so is he, and oh my god does it feel fucking euphoric.

“Yes, Ten,” You cry, “Fuck, fuck yes!”

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