malicexo

[malicexo]

STOCKHOLM ₊˚⊹♡ J.YH | 1 (m)

jeong yunho x afab reader (mingi makes 'off-camera' guest appearance)

a/n: there is a special place in hell just for me for writing this fic... holy shit. also big huge disclaimer this does NOT in any way, shape, or form depict who / how yunho is irl. i love our puppy man, please do not take this fic as fact on his personality, please and thank you.

summary: in which Yunho kidnaps you and enforces rigid, abusive rules under the guise of twisted affection and the reign of unpredictability. your life is now in his hands, and he gets to play with it however he likes. and today? he deems you as ready to take the next step with him.

word count: 13.9k

warnings: (brace yourselves) - MINORS DNI I'M SO SERIOUS, meandom!yunho, mental abuse, physical abuse, swearing, psychological torture, kidnapping, captive reader, reader forced to say "i love you", conditioning, sadistic methods, oral (m receiving), face fucking, fingering, clit stimulation, spitting, use of names (daddy, doll, baby, good girl), unprotected p->v sex (don't do that pls), creampie, overstimulation, orgasm denial / edging, brief aftercare, subspace, slight non-con, dubcon, reader has hands tied for most if not all of the fic, size difference. I'm sure there's more but holy shit this is depraved.

18+ THIS IS THE FINAL WARNING. Smut begins after third divider.

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Rule Number 1: Always Be On Your Best Behaviour

Rule Number 2: Never Answer The Door For Anybody But Daddy

Rule Number 3: Always Be Ready For Daddy When He Gets Home (18:00)

Rule Number 4: Never Disobey Daddy

Rule Number 5: Never Try To Leave. 

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You couldn’t breathe. 

The same air you had been breathing in for the past four months choked you every day from the time you woke up to the time you went to sleep. But he had taught you well – even when he left you here by yourself, you knew to keep quiet. Being alone all day (sometimes for a week) with nothing to do drove you absolutely crazy.

By the end of the first month, you had debated jumping out the window. 

But you couldn't even do that because it was locked up tight. Yunho ‘didn’t want his princess to accidentally fall’. ‘Accidentally’ being a clever substitute word. ‘Fall’ being another.   

Now on month four, you lay on your back on the bed after finishing all of your daily chores, the ceiling slowly morphing and turning your vision white, staring at it for so long you began to go a little cross-eyed. You could watch TV. About three weeks ago, when he deemed you ‘trained enough’, he let you watch TV for the first time since being here, although you were only allowed two child-locked streaming sites. Nevertheless, it was like being given a luxury gift. The first step to leniency. 

He had been extra sweet to you recently, getting a VPN so you could watch things in English. He would switch off the child lock on the TV once he got home, and you’d often watch something together while you both ate the dinner you had prepared. You had begun to look forward to those sweeter moments. The moments you did not fear. However today, you just couldn’t make yourself get up and find the remote. You weren’t motivated to do anything but wait.   

So you would spend your days in agonising boredom, waiting to see if he would come at 6:00 like he used to every day. Recently, whenever he left you for weeks on end like this, to pass the time, you would walk right up to the hidden cameras around the apartment, imagining he was watching on the other side, and look into them with your best puppy eyes, begging him to come back. Anything to try and convince him. 

He conditioned you so well. 

Early on, everyday he used to go to work, come back at six on the dot, and walk into the apartment where you would be ready for him:

on your knees

wrists still tied

hair brushed and pushed back behind your shoulders 

makeup done

head up, looking at him

dinner made

Doing your makeup, your hair, and making dinner with tied up wrists proved to be frustrating the first few weeks. Eventually, you got used to it, working out how to make each task a bit easier. But after the first month, he began to only come every other day, and then only a couple days a week, then once a week, then nothing. 

He always came back now with groceries, enough to feed two families in case he left you alone for an extended time again. You’d quickly learned to ration food. The first couple weeks, he had threatened to weigh you every week, as he could tell you weren’t eating enough or at all. It had been one of many, pathetic last acts of rebellion in your new reality. 

The last time he had been here was about a week ago, though you couldn’t be so sure as you had no idea what day it was. He didn’t think you needed to know. It simply wasn’t important for you to know. 

It was all so psychologically tormenting that it quickly broke you down. You found yourself crying most days; not due to your situation, funnily enough, but because you wanted him here with you. You actually missed him when he wasn’t here – something you never believed you would ever feel in any capacity towards him. You could understand why you had started to, though. At least him being here gave your mind something to focus on other than how you badly wished for your freedom. Your eyes flicker to the door in the bedroom that leads out to the balcony. Maybe one day, you told yourself, just follow along. Be good. 

You wonder if you had done something wrong to make him drift away from you this time, yet recalled nothing. But if you had done something wrong, you would’ve been punished for it, and you would damn well remember a punishment from Yunho. 

“Corrections” he liked to call them. And your last correction really woke you up. Weeks later, the already trauma-tailored, kaleidoscopic memories of it would quickly flash across your mind like a hit-and-run. Psychologically, you may have already begun to black out what had happened, but the body remembers. And will always remember. 

You were retreating into a small existence, to just serve and obey and behave. To survive. Live by his rules and standards, and all will be well. Life was a small, black room with a single spotlight that kept getting smaller and smaller the more he chipped away at your mind. 

You glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 4:48PM already. 

Your heart jumps and you swing your legs off the bed, tearing your gaze from the ceiling for today, to start getting ready just in case. you started with your makeup, since that not being done would get you a harsher correction than dinner not being quite ready once he walks through the door.  

You had gotten so quick with it that it only took you about 10 minutes, leaving you an hour to prepare dinner. Should be doable. You decided on an easy meal, just in case he didn’t show up, but enough effort put into it to show him that you weren't being lazy (he hated laziness). You focus on preparing it and turn the television on in the living room to have background noise while you cook – some kids show you had no interest in but had become familiar with. At least the cartoon character’s voices in this one weren’t as annoying. 

Making dinner was therapeutic for you now, giving you something to look forward to, and something to do, though it sometimes proved difficult with tied hands. You hoped if you continued to be good and earn his trust, he’d be a bit more lenient about leaving you tied up all the time. 

You had just poured the tomato sauce in with the ground beef, and was starting to pour the pasta into the strainer when the faint sound of keys in the lock sent a chill down your spine, barely giving you any time to react as the door pushed open.  

Shit. 

You jump, startled to see Yunho so early and burn your hand with boiling hot water, causing you to yelp in pain. Biting your lip to not make any unnecessary noise, you quickly set the pot down on the kitchen counter and drop to your knees, forcing yourself to look up at him as he stalks forward towards you, taking his time to get close. 

Tears brim in your eyes from the pain in your hand and knees, blurring his face. You could only guess how he was feeling based on his voice.   

“Not quite ready for me today, are we, pet?” he smirks, but there’s not an ounce of amusement anywhere to be found in any syllable. Your body shakes from pain and fear, your lower lip trembling.  

“W-welcome home, Daddy.” you recite. He hums, letting the following silence crush you. You blink hard, attempting to clear your vision. 

It always leaves you speechless, how devastatingly beautiful Yunho is. His fluffy, thick black hair that always fell perfectly across his forehead, his large, toned body, rich brown eyes, a commandingly deep yet soft voice, and his beautifully sinful hands. In other circumstances, other situations where you were blissfully unaware of what he was capable of, it would’ve been easy for you to fall in love with him. But you knew better now. That was your mistake, for falling into the trap. A walking Venus Fly Trap, beautiful but deadly, who had made it clear more than a few times that he could and would kill you if you didn’t obey him. What was that quote? ‘They warned me the devil would be attractive’? 

Exactly. 

You snap out of your thoughts to watch him move towards you, always on alert for what he might do next. He was as unpredictable as a roulette wheel, and one day, that bullet was going to be fired. 

Once he is mere inches away from you, he stops. Forcing yourself to keep eye contact with him was always the most challenging rule for you, especially when he seemed or was definitely annoyed. You couldn’t handle the look of disappointment on his face. You knew all too well what happened when he was disappointed. 

One of his large hands suddenly pets your hair and you almost flinch, not expecting his touch to be so gentle. Cautiously, you lean into his touch, something you had been missing for days on end. Human contact. At this point, even if it was from him, you’d take it gladly. 

He sighs, tearing his gaze from you to the kitchen.

"Don't worry, baby,” he says, “Daddy came home early. It's not your fault you weren’t ready for me.” 

You don’t fully believe his words, but for now just do what has always been best for you: play along. Obey. 

You raise yourself up on your knees a little more to nuzzle your cheek against his hand, kissing the heel of it, and this earns you a quiet “good girl” from him. 

Yunho suddenly crouches down and you somehow manage to hold back a shocked gasp. 

He never gets down to your level. 

“Let me see.” He murmurs, gingerly taking your burned and stinging hand from your lap and inspecting it. The skin on the back of your hand had turned a bright, candy pink and had begun to shine a little. He could tell it was hurting you. Sighing, he bites his lip before pausing a moment. “Stay here.”

Yunho gets up, heading for the kitchen cupboard that holds the first aid kit. He grabs what he needs and then opens the freezer door, retrieving a small ice pack.  

He returns to your side, wrapping a layer of gauze around your hand and then sandwiching the ice pack and another layer of gauze over it, securing the pack to your hand. It was messily done, but you couldn’t have done much better yourself. 

“There, that’ll do for now,” he says, once secured, “all better?” 

“Yes, Daddy, thank you.” you smile, happy that he was treating you nicely so far. 

He smiles back before helping you to your feet, kissing the top of your head as you stand. You can’t hide your puzzled look, wondering what you had possibly done to make him act this nice to you today. That look intensifies when he then moves towards the food and begins to plate dinner for himself.  

“Oh—! Daddy, wait, let me do that!” You exclaim, nearly launching yourself towards the food you had prepared, frantic. 

But he just shakes his head, continuing calmly and not looking at you at all. “Sit down at the table and wait for me.” 

What? You stop in your tracks, eyes flicking between him and the food like one of them was about to bite you. But Yunho still doesn’t say anything else or make any sudden movements.  

“O-okay, Daddy…” you reply, cautiously making your way to sit at the kitchen table.  

This had to be one of his tests. A test from him could happen at any time, and from experience, if it walks, talks, and quacks like a test, it was one. A nagging suspicion clawed at your throat, your adrenaline ready to spring into action at any second. All it needed was the next fight or flight situation Yunho was going to put you through. Any second now. 

But Yunho just carries on, preparing two plates for you two and setting the table. Feeling a bit useless and unfamiliar with this change in routine, you shift your weight on the chair, nervously swinging your feet, waiting for the other shoe to drop. The notorious temper. The reveal of what you had done wrong to disappoint him, and the correction to follow, but it never comes. 

Finally, he places a bowl of pasta in front of you, and sits down across from you.  

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. He knows you know better than to eat before he does, so you wait. 

He watches you for a while, his slender fingers lazily tracing the rim of his wine glass, deep in thought. 

Something is different. You couldn't put your finger on what it was, or what it could be, but you were growing more and more nervous by the minute.  

Yunho gestures to your food. 

“Eat.” 

You balk, eyes wide in initial confusion. The only sound in the apartment is the air conditioning kicking on. 

‘Test.’ A little voice in the back of your head whispers. ‘It’s a test. Don’t move.’ 

He grins at the surprised look on your face and repeats himself, quieter this time.  

You still don’t move. You know better. 

“N-not before Daddy eats.” You say quietly, not trusting your words or your voice.  

Yunho pauses a moment before rolling his shoulders back, raising his wine glass to his plush lips before asking, “And why is that, baby?” 

“So I—“ you clear your throat, “so I remember my place.” 

He’s quiet for a moment longer as he takes a sip of wine, and then… he smiles. 

“Smart girl.” He grins, proud that you were learning so quickly. 

A rush of air leaves you as you watch him stab at the pasta with his fork, bringing it up to his mouth. He chews, he swallows, and he nods to you, signalling that you're allowed to eat now. 

Another test passed. Another reward. Like some fucked up game of Simon Says. 

He hadn’t tested you like that in a few weeks, and perhaps was being sickly sweet to you to throw you off guard. It nearly worked. But your nerves settle somewhat now that you know you didn't disobey him, yet you are still somewhat unsure as you begin to eat as well. Your eyes never leave his as you warily pick up your own fork, with some difficulty from the rope and the ice pack both restricting how well you could use your hands.  

You eat in silence, and he only breaks it to compliment the food you made, which you, of course, thank him for. He leans back in his chair once finished, scrolling through his phone, and running a hand through his fluffy hair.  you quickly place the last of your pasta in your mouth and get up to clear the table. Before you can pass him to the kitchen, Yunho stops you, grabbing your wrist, and you pray that he doesn’t notice the goosebumps that immediately rise up on your arm at his touch. 

“Show me.” he instructs, looking intently at your bowl. Obediently, you tilt the bowl down, revealing that it’s empty, and he nods approvingly, letting you go and looking back down at his phone again. The water rushing from the sink hides the sound of your shaky breaths as you force down a panic attack. Do not. Do not do not do not do not…

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After washing the dishes, you quietly move to the fridge, opening it with shaking hands to retrieve a water bottle, hoping to calm your nerves a bit more. Somehow you don’t sense the looming presence right behind you until you turn back around, dropping the bottle entirely once you register he’s right there. 

A pair of scissors in hand. 

Your heart jumps to your throat and your back hits the fridge as you prepare to beg him to not hurt you again, but he ignores you as he calmly and wordlessly grabs your hands, and with a couple snips of the scissors, frees them from the thin white rope. You look up at him, utterly perplexed. Your hands twitch with increased bloodflow. His voice is quiet when he speaks, his lips right next to your ear. 

“I want you to go to the bedroom and wait for me there. Okay, baby?” 

Your heart rate spikes.

Oh.

That explains a lot. 

You lick your dry lips before nodding, shyly.  

“Am I…” you struggle to make yourself say it out loud, “Do you think I'm ready?” 

Yunho ghosts his lips against your cheekbone, his breath making you shiver. 

“Yes, baby, I do. Wanna reward my good girl…” he punctuates his words with a kiss beneath your jaw.  You whimper, frozen and nervous. He pulls back from your neck to look at you when he realizes you're not moving yet.  

“Go.” He directs, impatience creeping into his tone. Startled back into action, you quickly beeline to the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed, awaiting your next instructions. 

You were in uncharted territory with him now. 

He hadn’t given you bedroom rules or directions yet, but you knew by morning they’d be seared into your brain like a cattle brand.  

Doubt and anxiety began to overwhelm you.  

Did he want me here or in the middle of the bed? 

Standing? Kneeling? 

Kneeling, definitely kneeling, right? Like always? 

What about my clothes? The ice pack?

You weren't left alone with your anxiousness and questions for long as you hear him pour himself some more wine, and then his footsteps coming closer to the room. 

At the last second before he comes into view in the doorway, you get off the bed and drop to your knees on the plush carpet, hoping that your gut instinct would be right.  

Please be right. 

Yunho enters the room, his white button up shirt unbuttoned halfway, revealing a sliver of his broad, perfectly toned chest, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Looking sickeningly heavenly. 

His jaw twitches, an unreadable expression on his face. Your heart takes a nosedive. 

He takes a quick sip of wine before setting it down on the bedside table, along with his phone, languidly like he has all the time in the world. Like he knows you’re hanging on every move he makes. He loves this: the tension, your uncertainty of what he’ll do next. Chaos theory personified. 

Yunho wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly walks towards you.

“Almost,” he chuckles to himself. He then grabs your jaw, tilting your head up higher to make you look at him. Your breath hitches but you force yourself to remain quiet. Remain calm. 

“Ready for your new rules, baby?” You can only nod in response, the pressure of the heel of his hand against your jaw effectively keeping your mouth shut. “From now on, when I tell you to wait in the bedroom for me, I want you on your knees and undressed. Clear?” 

His hand relieves most of the pressure under your jaw so you can answer him properly. “Yes, Daddy.” you choke out, your breath leaving you once he had grabbed you. 

He resumes, “You will always look at me, no matter what. You will take whatever I give you and say ‘thank y–’ you will get my fucking belt if you don’t start undressing right now,” he growls the last part, interrupting himself, his eyes flashing with anger.  

Suddenly snapping into action, you quickly remove your shirt, followed by your pants and underwear and discard them next to you on the floor.  

Yunho huffs, trying to keep his temper under control. He hated having to repeat himself, especially when it was an order for you. Though irritated, he motions for you to give him your hand and gently unwraps the gauze and the ice pack, placing them both neatly on the floor next to you. Almost reluctantly, he goes to his dresser, pulls out a thin black rope, and comes back to you to tie you back up with it. Your heart sinks again, but you offer your wrists up to him so he wouldn’t have to bend down too much. 

You look up at him as he silently ties your wrists together, wanting to reach for his pant leg, in search of comfort of some kind, but you weren't allowed to touch him first. The rope bites your skin, but you know not to say anything. Nothing good would ever come out of you telling him that the rope was uncomfortable. 

Yunho runs a hand through your hair, tightly gripping a handful at the roots, keeping your head tilted back. 

“You will not run from me or what I give you.” he continues, struggling to keep his tone even, “You will not say ‘no’. Having Daddy use you like this is a privilege… isn’t that right, baby?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” Your answer comes quickly, the pain in your scalp acting as a good motivator. 

“You've been waiting so patiently for this moment haven’t you?” He hums, tilting his head like a puppy. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“And does my baby understand that if she breaks any of my rules, she’ll be corrected?” 

You shiver. Nothing scared you more than a Yunho correction, though you knew he wasn’t talking about those kinds. The ones he actually referred to as ‘punishments’. Corrections were mere child’s play compared to punishments. 

You swallow around your fear and reply in a small voice, “Yes, Daddy. I understand. I’ll be your good girl.” 

Yunho smiles softly, letting go of your hair in favour of caressing your cheek. Always maintaining a balance, hot and cold. “You have been my good girl, haven't you?” he sighs contentedly, “that’s why you deserve this now.” 

You nod, big glassy eyes staring up at him in pure, rehearsed obedience.  

“Who knows, baby… if you do well for me tonight, I might reward you.” 

Unlikely. The promise of a reward was never as set in stone as a correction threat. you could count on one hand how many rewards you had received during your time with him so far, and you had lost count on how many corrections you had been given, especially during your first few weeks. But… maybe. Just maybe he was being sincere about it. Your eyes flickered over to the door that led out to the balcony. 

Fresh air. If he would be kind enough to let you pick a reward, that’s what you'd choose in a heartbeat. Quicker than a heartbeat. Your lungs sang at the very idea of breathing in the wind and city again. 

“Getting to… be with you is reward enough, Daddy.” you say, struggling to get the words out when you know you don’t mean them wholeheartedly.  

But he smiles warmly and he smooths your hair. “My sweet girl…” 

Yunho lets himself admire you for a few moments, his hands carefully tracing your body. You take a deep breath in, willing your body to stop shaking as he touches you. The goosebumps had returned, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up when one of his hands got dangerously close to your throat. Thankfully, if he notices, he doesn’t say anything. You were being good. Staying still, keeping quiet, your eyes never leaving his face even though he didn’t meet your gaze. 

“Can you say it for me, baby girl?” Yunho whispers, eyes downcast almost like he’s shy. Reminiscent of the same kicked puppy act that had drawn you to him in the first place. 

Say it.

It.

A slight sour taste coats the inside of your mouth at the very idea. That same small voice in the back of your mind however, cheers you on to say it. To survive. Mentally and physically pulled in different directions. 

Say it. He’s waiting. Don’t keep him waiting. It’s so easy, just say it–

“I... love you, Daddy.” You manage, your throat tight and your words somewhat flat like you were reading them off of a page. But he melted all the same. Almost like a relief had been lifted off of his shoulders, Yunho’s whole body relaxes like he needed to hear you say those words more than anything. He nods once, more to himself than to you, fighting back a smile. His eyes flicker to his hands on your waist, and he bites his lip. 

Quickly, his arousal overpowers his self-control. He’s been patient enough. 

“Get on the bed, princess.” His voice drops low. Your heart swells. He only calls you ‘princess’ when you're being really good, or if he’s feeling extra nice to you. Either one was a good sign.  Encouraged by a simple word, you quickly get up and place yourself in the middle of the bed. 

The last of your independent thoughts scream at you in shame when you feel yourself getting wet just by seeing him stand at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning the last few buttons of his shirt. There was something about him being fully dressed while you were completely naked that was just… a power dynamic that turned you on so easily even before you had met him. 

Once the last button was undone, he places his knee on the bed, grabs your ankles and pulls you towards him. You gasp but quietly wait for his next move. He smirks, tracing your skin with his fingertips.  

“Nervous, baby?” 

Yes and no. Yes, because you were scared of fucking up somehow in this uncharted territory and or forgetting the new rules already.  

No, because even though Yunho ignored the truth, you weren't a virgin. 

You had told him so before you had been brought here, back when you thought he was innocently trying to get to know you. A normal question to ask during a third date, with the not quite so normal end of a chloroform rag against your face while you walked back to his car. 

While here, he had treated you like you had never been with another man other than him before in your entire life. Even going as far to cover your eyes if a sex scene came on while watching TV. Hence, the childlocks on the streaming sites when he’s not here. 

But you've gotten so used to manoeuvring life here day by day that your response comes naturally,  “A little, Daddy…” and it’s not a lie. 

“Tell me.” he instructs, carefully parting your legs by pushing your knees apart. His gaze is zeroed in on your core, and you want nothing more than to hide and or die of humiliation. 

You wet your dry bottom lip with your tongue before answering, trying to push the embarrassment down. “I… I… I’m nervous because it’s my… first time,” with him but you don’t / can’t say that detail, “but… I know Daddy will take care of me... if I’m good for him.” 

Yunho hums affirmatively, beginning to press kisses along your inner thighs. He gently pushes your legs close to your chest, essentially folding you in half. Without any further delay, or warning, he licks a stripe up your folds, making your back arch off of the bed instantly. You can feel him smile against you for a moment, no doubt smug that you were already wet for him before his mouth was on you. His lips close around your clit, sucking harshly before looking back up at you to see your reaction.  

You somehow already feel close. Sharp pangs of pleasure shudder through you in waves, and you force yourself to stifle the volume of your sounds by keeping your mouth closed, lips pressed together in a tight, thin line. 

He hums, the vibrations against your clit making you see stars.  

“Good?” 

“Y-yes, Daddy. Thank you.” 

“Hold your legs back for me,” he says, helping you hook your bound wrists around your knees, effectively blocking your view of him. You try to not let that scare you. At least previously you could always see him and what he was about to do to you. Now that one comfort was taken away for now. 

You shiver from another intense wave of pleasure as he drags his tongue through your folds again. He makes a low noise, spitting on something and then quickly thereafter, something cold and wet drags along your pussy. You whine at the feeling, but he shushes you.  

“Relax for me, baby. Need you to relax so I can prep you properly…” His voice sounds a bit strained, like he’s trying to slow down and not just take you however he wants right now. Perhaps he knows deep down you could handle it… but in this fantasy he’s created and deluded himself into believing wholeheartedly, he refuses to acknowledge that. He can’t. He won’t.  

Once he deems you relaxed and wet enough, he slowly pushes one of his long fingers into you. A breathy moan escapes you, and you dig your nails into your legs. He hums again, watching his finger slowly disappear and reappear in and out of your pussy. 

“Oh baby, you’re so tight… I don't know how I'll ever fit inside of you…” 

You whimper as he adds another finger, beginning to curl both of them upwards to find your g-spot with ease, carefully scissoring you open. You catch yourself wishing you could see him. Wanting to watch his hands. His fingers dig in deep, pressing against that spot and you shudder. 

“Fuck–!” you squeak before you can stop yourself. What you’re rewarded with for that is a harsh slap coming down on the back of your thigh. You flinch and whimper but dare not move much more.  

“Watch your mouth.” Yunho growls, halting everything. That same brief anger from earlier flashing in his eyes.  

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to swear, I'm sorry.” you try to quickly cover, launching into damage control.  

“Who the fuck are you addressing right now?” He punctuates his question with five brutal spanks to your ass. 

Realising your second mistake much too late, you all but scream your correction.  

“Daddy!! I'm sorry, Daddy, please I'll watch my mouth, Daddy, I'm so sorry.” 

Yunho only sighs, frustrated. He smooths over the spot he struck you with a more gentle hand. 

“Thought I trained you better than that,” he says dejectedly, like he was genuinely disappointed, “my doll should only say pretty words, not vulgar ones. If this is how you’re gonna act when we do this, then… maybe you’re not ready after all.”

To prove his point, he slowly begins to drag his fingers out of you.  

Frantically, you clench around them, trying to keep him in. If you displayed that you wanted him just as badly, maybe he’d spare you a harsher correction for your mistake. 

But Yunho ignores your attempt, even unhooking your hands from your legs and lowering them back down. Tears immediately spring to your eyes, and you sniffle as you watch him wipe his fingers on the bedding like they were dirty. He gives your thigh a light smack, eyes sharp. 

“Don't give me that look. I should just leave you like this for another week, shouldn't I?” 

Tears flow down your face, but you keep quiet. Yunho sighs, running a hand through his hair. He’d be reluctant to admit it at the moment, but he didn’t like to make you cry, or be the reason that you’re upset. That’s not what this is all about. You just have to learn, he knows that. He knew the first few months were going to be the most difficult, the weeks filled with the most tears. He looks away from you, wondering what to do about this as he listens to you sniffle and try to force yourself to take deeper breaths. There could always be another way to train you properly, he just had to find it. 

He weighs his options. He could be nice, actually nice, and let you have it; or he could be mean and take it all away. Leave you here with only your thoughts and scraps of food for another week. Another week with the children’s television shows and the air conditioning turning on and off on its set schedule. As impatient as Yunho is sometimes, he’d do it again in a heartbeat if he felt like you needed a reminder that you rely on him. For everything. Whether you liked it or not, whether you accepted it yet or not. Your world was his now, and the sooner you acknowledged and accepted that fact, the easier it would be for you. That was what killed him on those nights away from you: this could all be so much easier for you if you just stopped fighting it. If you just followed your rules to perfection… if you stopped saying such awful words. He had half a mind to drag you into the bathroom and wash your mouth out. 

However… he got a better idea.   

“Or,” he says quietly after a moment, “maybe I should train that mouth first…?” 

You stop breathing. 

He grins at his idea, suddenly grabbing you and manoeuvring you off the bed and onto the carpet with ease. That was another thing about Yunho: he was deceptively strong.  

“Wanna prove yourself to me, baby? Get on your knees.” 

You quickly scramble onto your knees, facing the edge of the bed, where he now sits. 

He lets you kneel between his long legs, and it takes all of your willpower to keep your eyes on his, and not the sight of the intimidatingly large bulge in his jeans.  

You keep your hands in your lap, waiting for his next directive for you. 

He doesn’t make you wait long.  

“Go ahead and take me out, baby girl.”

On autopilot, you start to take his belt off, dropping it to the side quickly as you pop open the button on his jeans. The same belt that had been the reason you couldn’t sit down properly for a week straight two months ago. The same belt he threatened you with earlier this evening. You and that damn belt were mortal enemies now, and you drop it like it bit you. 

You have half the mind to shove the damn thing under the bed just in case.  

It’s a little difficult to coax the zipper down and over his bulge, and you shiver as you struggle, but eventually, it comes down and he raises his hips slightly to help you pull his jeans off of him. With bound hands you can’t exactly fold them as properly as you would’ve wanted, so you opt for gently laying them down as flat on the floor as possible.  

You almost turn shy. Knowing you’re about to see him for the first time makes you visibly nervous. To him though, it only plays into his fantasy of you. To him, you look nervous because you’ve never seen a man like this before. He shivers at the thought, but composes himself rather quickly.  

He can tell you’re hesitating so he guides your hands to rest on top of the somehow still growing bulge underneath his boxers. 

You immediately can feel that he is as hard as a rock already and you gasp quietly, letting your hands slowly explore. You gently squeeze the thick outline of his cock through the thin layer of fabric and he hisses through his teeth. 

What he said earlier about how he’s not sure how he’s gonna fit inside of you parades around your head.  

God help me…

Impatience nearly radiates off of him before you finally hook your fingers under the waistband and finally pull downwards. 

Oh. 

Your heart drops to your stomach. Your eyes widen in slight fear. 

Yeah he wasn’t kidding around at all….

Somehow, he was even bigger than you expected, still growing hard against his stomach. He laughs under his breath at your not so subtle reaction, petting your hair.  

“Don't be scared, doll. I'll help you.”  

You whimper in response, almost in disbelief, and he smiles at your pathetic little sound. He guides your hands to wrap around his length, sighing softly as you cautiously squeeze him, your hand just barely being able to wrap around him.  

“Look who’s such a fast learner,” condescending pride and perversion dripping from every syllable, “why don’t you try putting your mouth on it, baby?” 

You swallow thickly, nodding. You experiment with gentle kitten licks, suckling on the head of it. 

He sighs, leaning back a little to watch you.  

“Squeeze it a bit tighter, baby— ah, that’s it. That's it, good girl…keep going.” 

One of his hands finds a home in your hair, and begins to push you down towards the tip. Your lips part, jaw already hurting from just that much. He lay heavy on your tongue and you close your lips around his cock, licking the underside of it and sucking it like an oversized lollipop. You release one of your hands and attempt to fit more of him in your mouth, lightly squeezing the base of his cock with your other hand. 

Yunho’s head falls back and he groans.  

“My little natural, huh?” he purrs. 

You hum around him, tightening your lips around him to make sure he could feel the vibrations.  

“Mmph— my good girl…” he chuckles under his breath, “can you take more?” 

He holds the back of your head and slowly pushes more of himself into your mouth. You make a slightly panicked noise when he touches the back of your throat, barely halfway down, and still pushes more in. Your eyes water and you struggle against his hands holding you in place.  

He shushes you when he sees you starting to get restless and panicked.  

“Just this much is good enough for now…” he hums, admiring the already-wrecked sight of your face, “it’ll get easier with practice.”

He draws back slightly before pushing in again, essentially beginning to fuck your throat.  

You can’t breathe. 

Your vision blurs with tears as you cough and splutter around him, but his iron grip on the back of your head keeps you firmly in place.  

“Lucky i’m being nice,” he groans, “I should fucking destroy your throat for what you said…” 

Hypocrite, you think bitterly as he swears too.  

You gag around him multiple times, hands desperately clawing at the hem of his open shirt as you panic. 

Your lungs scream for air and tears stream down your face as a slight nausea builds from gagging so much.  

This is him being NICE? Oh god…

“Shhh, calm down baby. Maybe this’ll make you think twice about saying such filthy, unladylike words.” 

You try to take a deep breath with what little air you can manage through your nose and relax your throat as much as you can.  

“That’s it, doll. Just be patient…gonna wash your mouth out real soon.” 

He pushes in deep, feeling your throat constrict around him, and you sob, cries muffled by his cock. He lets his head fall back again, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling before closing them completely.  

Through your panic, you manage to think of what could help him cum quicker.  

You move your hands down so they can reach his cock, squeezing it hard and stroking it in time with his thrusts into your mouth. And then, manoeuvring your right hand down to play with his balls.  

Yunho groans loudly, tightening his grip on your hair even more, pulling you back so only half of his cock is in your mouth.  

“Impatient doll… greedy thing wants my cum now?” 

You splutter something incoherent around his length, but it’s evident that you replied with the default, “yes, Daddy” 

He hums, beginning to fuck your mouth for real now. Again, you suck as hard as you can, jaw hurting so bad you almost couldn’t bear it anymore, and you use your drool as lubricant to stroke the rest of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth.  

His thighs tense a little and a deep groan escapes him.  

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, fucking into your mouth a bit harder, “m’gonna cum… keep your eyes on me… yes, good girl.” 

You whine as he pushes you down again, struggling to keep your eyes up. 

Finally, a strangled moan falls from his lips and you feel and taste his cum pooling in your mouth, some dripping down your chin or running down the back of your throat. He shivers, his hand in your hair flexing slightly as he lets go.  

“Don’t swallow yet. Let Daddy see.” 

With a complete 180 switch, he gently pulls out of your mouth and wipes your chin with his thumb. Your hands fall back into your lap and you’re panting, still looking up at him with your mouth open, showing him that you still haven’t swallowed yet. 

Not without permission. Never doing anything without permission. 

Yunho tilts your head up a bit more and you cough a little as some of his cum falls back into your throat. 

His thumb presses against your bottom lip. And he starts massaging his cum into your tongue. 

You fight back a grimace, the unfamiliar, slightly sour taste of it overwhelming your taste buds and your slowing brain. He replaces his thumb with the same two fingers that he had had inside you earlier and continues, absolutely and completely coating your mouth. Literally. washing it out. 

You whimper, the added layer of humiliation causing a few more tears escaping.  

He never looks away from your mouth, completely fixated on what he was doing though your jaw aches to be closed again, the pain all you can focus on. 

Eventually, he drags his fingers out, softly tracing your lips. 

“Swallow for me.” 

Immediately you close your mouth, jaw popping painfully, and swallow.  

You cough a little and clear your throat.  

“Show me.” he says, tapping your cheek expectantly. 

He hums once he sees your now empty mouth and helps pull you back up to the bed so your head is propped up by the pillows, laying down next to you on his side. 

As soon as you’re laying down, his hand finds its way between your legs again. He finds your clit immediately and you tense up at the sudden pleasure.  

“My doll's such a fast little learner, hm?” 

You whimper in response, still trying to keep your eyes on him, blinking heavily. 

He draws lazy circles and applies a good amount of pressure on your clit, making you melt easily for him. 

In desperate need of comfort, you can’t help but wish he’d kiss you. The most he’d give you is a quick kiss on your forehead before bed, only to wake up to him being gone without a trace in the morning. But after the panicked state you were in, plus the abuse to your throat, you needed some sort of reassurance that he still wanted you. As if your tied up wrists weren’t already your answer to that. Maybe if you’re good…

The most you can do is just be good and play along and hope you get rewarded for it. As usual. 

You can pretend you���re losing your virginity to him. You can make him happy. You can be good.

A good little hostage. 

You swallow your feelings down until tomorrow. Tomorrow, when you wake up to an empty bed again, then you can let it all go. Cry, pout, reflect. Stare at the balcony door until your eyes burn. All of that… but it had to wait until tomorrow. 

“Daddy…” you mumble, unsure if he would be upset if you spoke right now. 

But he meets your gaze again, a glazed over fondness in his eyes. 

“Yes, baby?” 

You bite your lip, acting shy. Submissive.  

“I-I’m… scared…” 

He pouts, but you can tell he’s just revelling in this underneath the concerned exterior. 

“Oh baby, why?” he asks, his fingers on your clit subtly speeding up.  

“I just…” you struggle to guesstimate what he’d like to hear for a second but end up settling with, “I just haven’t done anything like this before… and Daddy’s so… big…” you trail off.

And to be honest, you weren’t lying. You were very nervous to see how he’d fit into you. If he even could at all. 

Yunho shudders, dipping his fingers deep into your pussy.  

“That’s why you gotta let Daddy prep you, sweet girl,” he can’t hold back his smile, and you feel like you can breathe a bit easier knowing you said all the right things. “Just stay quiet and let Daddy take care of you, okay?” 

You nod, for once being happy to be told to just shut up.   

Nerves still wrack through your body, shivering when he curls his fingers upwards, hitting that sweet spot dead on. Without much warning, suddenly three of his fingers are inside you, stretching you out even more. You wince, legs threatening to close around his hand, knees bending slightly. Suppressing your habit of swearing proved to be monumentally difficult, but you managed to replace what you wanted to say with a choked moan and a sharp inhale. 

Eventually, you both can hear how wet you are with every pump of his fingers in and out of you, and you blush profusely. But Yunho nearly purrs, nipping at your neck and shoulder as he speeds up, feeling you clench and pulse around him as he covers your skin in possessive marks. 

Your noises increase in quantity instead of volume, difficult as it is, wanting to tell him that you’re close but knowing you have to stay quiet. You fight with yourself over what to do, hoping he can tell already.  

“A-ah–” your hands grip his shirt. His thumb joins in now, massaging your clit.  

Your nerves basically explode, making your back arch up. 

“Shhh… gotta make my pretty doll cum so she can take Daddy’s cock later. Still so tight for me…” He straightens up a bit so he can pick up the pace even more, the wet squelching sounds making your cheeks burn red. You press your lips together in a tight line, muffling your sounds as best you can.

A wave of pleasure washes over you and seizes your lungs, and you have to breathe manually.  

“Mmm, you’re close aren’t you, baby? I can tell… wanna cum for me? Hm?” 

“Yes Daddy, yes, please–” you nod, frantically, unsure you’ll be able to stop yourself from doing so, with or without permission. He chuckles under his breath.

“So cute… go ahead. Show daddy how good his hands make you feel.” 

You exhale a shaky sigh of relief and let the next wave of pleasure engulf you fully, pushing you over the edge. Your body tenses and shudders uncontrollably, coating his hand in your arousal as he continues to finger you through it. 

God damn, his hands were pure magic…

“Remember your rules…” he sighs, not giving me much time afterwards. 

“Tha- th- ah… thank you, D-Daddy”

“Mhm.” He lazily slips his fingers out to rub your sensitive clit, only to then shove them back into you. 

Still horribly sensitive from your first orgasm, the thought of another one so quickly makes your brain go haywire. You can only whimper pathetically, burying your face into his shoulder, breath uneven as the aftershocks hit you. A muffled moan escapes you as well before you’re suddenly yanked up by the hair. 

“Thought I told you to always look at me, baby.” he growls, hooking his fingers right against your g-spot in frustration, “you’ve been so good the past few weeks, why are you misbehaving now?” 

You let out a soft cry, eyes glued to his even though you feel so pathetic and self conscious about how you must look. 

His jaw sets and you know you are a hairs breadth away from setting him off. You swallow hard, already close again and barely capable of focusing on much else. 

“So lucky…” you hear him mumble under his breath, trailing off and shaking his head. Your heart twists in your chest as he lets your hair go. 

You keep fucking up.  

Mercifully, he keeps going, driving you closer to your second orgasm, and quite quickly.  

“Cum.” he says simply, his voice as flat as a board. Your eyes threaten to roll back as you cum again, but you fight against it. Yunho, however, breaks eye contact with you to look down at his hand, still working you through the high, dripping wet. 

A sob stumbles out of you when he drags his fingers out, just to rub your clit again. Luckily, he stops after a few moments, watching your body twitch and shudder from the aftershocks. He also lets you breathe for a moment, which you appreciate. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” you mumble, a strange guilt eating away at you. 

You continue looking at him as your breathing slows, watching himself trace his wet fingers along the tops of your thighs and your stomach.  

After a few silent moments, his touch disappears from your skin.  

“You get a warning this time, baby…I’m trying to be patient since this is so new for you,” he says lowly, still not meeting your gaze, “but you will not disobey me again, or I won’t be so fucking nice anymore. Do I make myself clear?” 

Finally, he looks back at you and you nod, 100% understanding that you need to be super careful from now on. A part of you wants to cry, knowing he probably won’t kiss you now. There would be no comfort after this. Nothing to help you cope. An empty bed and a locked door. 

“Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry…” 

He sighs again before softly patting my leg. “Don't be sorry, just be good.” 

You silently watch him shift, placing his large body over yours, gathering your wrists in one of his hands and holding them above your head. Your body can’t stop shaking, now moreso because of nerves. Yunho hums, taking his time to drink in the sight of you beneath him. 

Finally. 

His free hand trails down your body, leaving goosebumps in its path and he settles his hand on your waist, keeping you still. 

“Keep them here.” he instructs, pushing your wrists into the bed-frame so you understand what he’s talking about before releasing them completely.  

You almost miss the pressure once it’s gone, finding it to be oddly grounding. 

Yunho kisses you on the forehead and the small gesture makes you nearly sing. Then you feel it. 

The heavy weight of his cock resting on your lower stomach, right up to your navel. Somehow, you manage to keep somewhat calm. Even when he begins to drag his length up and down against your wet folds. He guides the head to gather your arousal that still leaks out of you and you can’t help but shudder at the thickness and length of it. 

How?

Yunho seems to have noticed the worried look on your face and grins.

“I'm gonna take my time with you, baby, don’t worry. I'll make it fit.”

And with that, he lines himself up to your entrance 

Though a little bit of your authentic self was still buried within you somewhere, screaming at you to try to escape, and that you don’t want this, in your dumbed down, two orgasm state, you couldn’t be bothered to give her any time of day. Especially when he first pushes in

You don’t even realise how tense you are until your feet start to cramp painfully. 

Everything burns. Not necessarily from pain, rather all of your nerves and senses were on full red alert. A low growl rumbles in his chest once the tip is fully in, and he slowly attempts to push more of himself into your pussy. 

“So fucking wet… such a good little virgin cunt for me, baby.” His voice is strained, his fantasy coming alive right in front of him, “always so tight at first….just relax and let me in…” 

One of his hands moves off of your hip to your clit, rubbing slow and gentle circles on your bundle of nerves. You whine, eyes tearing up quickly from the intense stretch. His cock is pressed against every single part of your walls. His other hand presses against the bed, next to your head, his gaze completely focused on watching his large cock stretch you out. He pauses for a moment, your pussy clenching around him so tight he can barely move. To you, you just think he’s finally all the way in. You exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your body relaxing enough for him to push more in, much to your surprise. 

He bites his lip to hide a smirk. 

“Didn’t think that was all of me, did you?” 

Shocked, you just let a strangled whine fall from your parted lips, your nails digging into your palms, desperate to hold onto him instead. 

Maybe if you’re good maybe if you’re good—

Yunho shushes you, his grip on your hip tightening, slightly pulling you towards him, cooing praises in your ear. You register him talking to you but don’t catch all of it 

“M’starting to think you were made to take cock, doll.” 

“Good girl, almost there.” 

You also feel something dripping from your core and for a split second you wonder if he somehow broke your hymen all over again and you were bleeding.

With another few moments of him pushing in, taking small breaks to help you get used to it, you finally feel his lower body press against yours. He exhales shakily, kissing your shoulder. 

“There you go, doll. you took all of it… just like you’re supposed to.” 

If your brain was less foggy you would’ve had a bigger reaction to his words, but all you could focus on was the burning stretch. It was bordering on pain and discomfort, married somewhere in the middle. You blink away tears, but still find your vision a bit blurry.  

Quickly remembering one of your new rules, you stutter a whiny, “thank you, Daddy”. 

“Mhmm~” Yunho hums, smiling down at you, “knew you’d have a tight little pussy for me…”

He experiments rolling his hips into yours, knocking the breath out of you from how deep he was. After a couple medium thrusts, he sinks completely into you again, your hips pressed against each other’s. You can’t hold back your choked moan. 

Every nerve in your body is on fire, and to make matters worse, he presses a hand down on your lower stomach. And you scream, tears instantly flooding down your cheeks.

He smirks, tongue in cheek, and he slowly massages that area as he just barely moves inside of you. The combination nearly blinds you, your vision becoming even more spotty.  

“Feel that, doll?” he laughs to himself, “that’s every fucking inch of me inside your pussy… deeper than anyone could ever hope to be.” 

His hand lightly squeezes your waist before ever so slowly pulling out, about halfway. 

You immediately panic.

Your heart drops to your feet, and you prepare to scramble to apologise for whatever you did to make him withdraw from you. But he quickly thrusts back in, all the way, clearing up your confusion and panic.

He smirks at you, smug and aroused as all hell as he sees just how much power and control he has over you. It’s intoxicating to him. 

“Stupid little doll,” Yunho purrs like he’s complimenting you, slowly rocking in and out of you as he speaks, “you think i’d stop now? no no no…” Then he leans down until he’s right next to your ear, and you struggle to breathe, every little thing overwhelming you.  

“This is your new routine. Daddy’s gonna fuck his little doll’s wet cunt every night, and you’re gonna let me. We’re not gonna stop until I’m finished using you… and I warn you, doll: I can go for hours.” 

At the last word, he nips your ear, trailing his plush lips down your jaw, then your neck. Your head swims as you zone out, looking up at the ceiling. 

His words didn’t even hit you yet through your fog. You just nod, dumbly. Accepting.  

You clench around him again subconsciously and he shudders, taking it as a sign to go harder. And so he does.

He snaps his hips into yours and you cry out, now just gripping onto the headboard for dear life.  

He litters hickeys and bite marks all over your neck and shoulder, gradually thrusting into you faster and harder. You can barely keep your eyes open or your mouth closed, only focusing on trying to catch your breath somehow as you literally feel him in your stomach. Suddenly you know what the phrase “rearranging your guts” feels like. 

Your body starts to curl in on itself, your legs wrapping around his waist, your nose digging into his shoulder as he attacks yours. He licks over the marks he made on your skin before straightening up quickly and pushing you back down to lay flat.  

“Feel good, baby? Hmm?”

He tilts his head like a curious, innocent puppy, as if he’s not making you see God right now.   You can only nod, your voice unavailable with no air support. Then he manoeuvres your legs onto his shoulders and leans forward again, somehow getting even deeper than before, and you scream from the pleasure. 

“Yeah?” he smirks wickedly, loving this. Every moment being filed away in his memory. On the hidden cameras. 

You whine loudly, trying to stop yourself from thrashing around as the pleasure never stops building and building. 

“Please, Daddy, please… wanna cum so bad, please~” 

Yunho sighs contentedly, watching your face as he rams into you over and over again.

“I know, doll…” 

He sneaks a hand down to pinch and pull at one of your nipples. 

“Too bad you can’t cum without Daddy’s permission” 

You cry out again, looking up at him pathetically. 

He mimics the face you give him, but a smile creeps into his impression.  

“Don't forget I own you, baby. You don’t do anything without asking me first,” he makes his point by speeding up, holding you down beneath him. “You don’t speak… you don’t act… you don’t think… and you don’t cum without my permission. you’re mine. forever.” 

At this, you cry the loudest. All deep, concealed hope of ever escaping that you had left, vanishes at once. But at the same time, your dumbed down, pleasure-hazed brain can’t seem to care. A low growl rumbles through him, driving himself harder and deeper into you. He kisses your tears off your cheeks, licking them off your neck.  

“Such a good little doll.” he murmurs against your skin, his soft voice a stark contrast to the brutality of his thrusts.   

The ceiling and you stare back at each other as he uses you, moulding your pussy to fit the shape of his cock perfectly. All too attuned to your body already, he can feel you tighten up around him, your walls contracting more and more. You’re so close, but you can’t, you know you can’t.

And suddenly, it’s all gone. Again. 

In your bleary state, you just let him manhandle you into the position he wants you in. When you next open your eyes you realise what he wanted: you on all fours, facing the large bedroom mirror. 

He eases his cock back into you, and though the stretch is once again borderline painful, it’s easier to coax inside this time. It somehow feels even deeper and you shiver violently, already close again. 

Yunho kisses the back of your shoulder, watching you through the mirror.  

“Look at yourself, baby. This is exactly how you’re meant to be: just a cute, dumb doll for Daddy to fuck whenever and however he wants.” 

His words strike you like a slap in the face. You blush from embarrassment and whine as your mind reconstructs itself past the point of no return. He’s right, that pesky voice in your head chimes. It’s getting louder. 

You're so sensitive from two orgasms and one ripped away, but you know he knows that. He just doesn’t care. So you keep your mouth shut and your eyes on his through the mirror. He knocks the breath out of you and he’s barely doing anything, only moving your hips back towards his. Fucking you on his cock. You’re just praying as he edges you over and over that he doesn’t rub your clit — you can’t stop yourself from coming if he does that.  

“Such a pretty doll…” Yunho whispers, more to himself than you. You whimper quietly at his praise. He sighs, occasionally grinding up to meet your hips when you pulsed back. 

You can’t look away from the sight of the two of you in the mirror, or get the wet sounds of him fucking into you out of your head. Your muscles burn but you ignore the pain and keep yourself moving, even arching your back a little for him. It doesn’t go unnoticed. 

He grabs your hair again, pulling your head back, making you arch even more.  

“Putting on a little show for me?” he snickers, kissing your tear-stained cheek. You nod, now swivelling your hips onto his. A dull heat begins to burn again in your lower stomach, which you desperately try to ignore. He lets go of your hair, suddenly shoving you forward.  

You clumsily catch yourself with your bound hands, but struggle to get back up again, especially when he holds you down with a hand pressed between your shoulder blades. Your hips are lifted up and you swallow dryly, your lips cracked from breathing through your mouth for a while. Without much warning, he snaps his hips into yours again, nearly launching you further forward. You scream half into the bed, still trying to lift your head up to look at him through the mirror, your hands white-knuckling the crumpled duvet. He moans as you scream, obviously loving this.  Drawing back and slamming into you again, in total control of your body and mind, he moves your body back to meet his thrusts by your shoulders now. 

No escape.  

“Taking me so well…” Yunho praises, reeling back and smacking your ass at full force, “my doll loves being fucked like this, doesn’t she?” 

You nearly bite at the sheets, anything to keep yourself somewhat sane and quiet, his pace and force relentless.  

Yunho continues his assault, smacking the same spot over and over again until it turns red. You clench around him again, even tighter as he strikes you one last time. 

“Feels so fucking good, right? How much stronger I am than you? Pinning you down, forcing you to take my cock…” His body shudders suddenly and he moans. 

He’s close. 

Adrenaline is the only thing keeping you conscious at the moment. 

His pace is now erratic, less of a rhythm to it as he uses you like a toy — a doll. You sob into the sheets, making incoherent muffled sounds against the linen until a large hand wraps around your throat. This time, his hands pull you back so you're on your knees, back against his chest.  

Yunho groans in your ear at the angle change. 

“You watching, doll?” he pants, nodding at the mirror in front of you, “gonna watch Daddy fill you up for the first time? Hm?” 

He shudders, somewhat regaining a set pace again, looking down between you to watch his cock disappear into your pussy. Hand tightening around your throat again, you know how to take it this time. You know what to do now, how to get through it. 

Yunho grunts quietly, eyes flickering back up to you, tilting your head back a little more so his lips are right by your ear. 

“Gonna fill this tight little pussy every day. Make sure you’re dripping with my cum every fucking day.” 

You whimper, resigning yourself to your fate completely.  

“God…fuck, doll. I’m gonna cum. You want it?” 

You nod, choking out the default response again, and he squeezes your throat even tighter.  

“Yeah?” his jaw tenses, a growl emanating from his chest, “ahhh fuck… take all of it… be a good doll for me— mmf— that’s it..” 

A couple more brutal thrusts into you and he pulls you all the way down, effectively locking the two of you together as he comes inside of you. You can feel it all, coating your walls white, and some of it dripping out due to the tight lack of room. He bites your shoulder hard, and you weakly try to move your shoulder away, but he keeps you locked in an iron grip as he slowly comes down from his high. Your body shakes as he slowly rolls his hips in and out again.

“Did my doll cum?” he asks huskily.  

You quickly shake your head ‘no’, “N-no Daddy, n-not without permission.” 

Yunho hums, kissing your cheek. Slowly, he pulls out of you, letting you collapse onto the bed again, burying your face in the sheets, your hips still raised up by your knees. He taps and runs the head of his cock along your sore pussy, and you jolt.  

How in the hell is he still hard? You wonder, bewildered. 

Unexpectedly, another smack lands on your ass, and then a lighter one directly on your pussy, making you cry out again.  

“Still so wet for me,” he admires, “means you still want me to play with you, right?” 

You groan. With one more hard smack to your pussy, he stuffs two fingers into you, and your whole body tenses. 

“Relax.” 

Then a third. 

The embarrassing sound of your juices and his cum being pushed further into you make you blush, almost humiliated, but the intense pleasure overrides any embarrassment.  

You whine, shaking your head, you were still way too close to the edge and his long, almost dainty fingers were gonna be the death of you.  

Eventually, his fingers slow down, and he removes them one by one. You shudder, feeling empty then stuffed over and over again making you just about lose your mind – and speaking of, with a little sigh, Yunho presses the velvet head of his cock against your entrance again, pushing in halfway in one go.  

You yelp, still not used to the stretch of him whatsoever, your hands clawing at the bedding as an intense, pleasurable pain ripples through your body.  

He shushes you, playing with your clit again as he waits for you to calm down, slowly and shallowly thrusting in and out to help you get used to him again. You can barely hold yourself up, soon just laying flat on your stomach, Yunho follows you down, lifting your hips up again. You trap his hand against your clit, much to your dismay, but you cannot find the energy to move. Yunho grunts as he pushes more of his length into you, eventually bottoming out. He wraps a strong, toned arm around your neck and holds you like that, in a fucking headlock, limiting your air intake. Instinctually, your hands fly to your neck to pull his arm away, but instead just grip onto it for dear life as he gradually speeds up his pace again.  

This angle is almost worse. Completely trapped beneath him, the only thing you can physically do is breathe (barely), and take it. The sound of his hips colliding with your ass fills your ears, overwhelming your senses, drowning out your incoherent whines and sounds. 

“Can you take a bit more, doll?” Yunho asks, and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. 

More?!

You don’t respond besides a nervous whimper, but he doesn’t really care.  

His hand on your clit migrates down and he slows his thrusts, sitting inside only about halfway again. Yunho kisses your cheek, letting his lips linger there as he moves again. His fingers slowly start pushing in next to his cock, stretching you out that much more. Your breath all but leaves you in one fell swoop. Thankfully, his hand doesn’t really move after that, just keeping his fingers hooked inside of you to keep you stretched. Eventually, it does start feeling less uncomfortable and you quiet down a little. Yunho’s a lot gentler and controlled this round, knowing how sore you must be already. You learned your lesson. The first time with him could’ve been like this from the start if you had just… been good. 

“Feel okay?” he whispers. 

“Yes, Daddy…” you manage to croak out, “Daddy.. makes me feel.. so good… w-wanna make Daddy cum again.” 

Yunho hums, grinding into you deeply. “Maybe I'll let you cum too…” he thinks aloud, “if you keep being good for me.” 

“I will~ I’ll be good, wanna be good for you!” 

He shushes you again to stop your childish rambling, kissing your cheek and continuing his pace.  It only serves to stoke the dull fire in your lower stomach, the same one you’ve been desperately ignoring. 

‘Good’ wouldn’t cut it for you if you wanted to survive, you knew that. In fact it dawned on you like an awakening. You had to be perfect. That’s it. No more room for error, you had to lock in now. You clear your throat, internally hyping yourself up to speak. 

“W-wanna be perfect for Daddy…” you whimper. Yunho chuckles, raising his head up to look at you again through the mirror. 

“Perfect, huh?” he snaps his hips forward, his cock pressing right up against your cervix. 

You cry out, willing yourself to not cum yet, but you're nearly there.  

“Can you handle what being my perfect doll entails? Following my rules perfectly? Taking whatever I give you perfectly? Right now, you’re a long way from perfect, baby.” 

He laughs to himself, shaking his head. Shame burned rampant through your chest. One of Yunho’s hands comes up to grab you by the throat, squeezing the sides of your neck hard, making your peripheral vision go black and keeping your head up so he could watch clearly. 

“Wanna be perfect? Show me you trust me.” His voice is stern. 

You watch him with wide, frightened eyes, body initially struggling against his. His gaze is almost dead in the mirror.

It scares you half to death yourself — he wouldn’t… kill you, would he? Only if you tried to leave, he had said. 

It’s a slow, monumental effort to force yourself to stay calm and trust him. But you soften your gaze, relax your body, and refocus on the feeling of the soft bed beneath you, and his cock still nestled inside of you. Instinct kicks in quickly, your lungs begging for oxygen, clawing painfully at your throat, but you trust him. 

Just wait. 

Your vision is vignetted like old film, black spots dotting what was left visible. 

Wait. 

He watches you closely, eyes lingering on how his hand looks around your neck (no doubt saving that image for later). 

And then… he removes it. 

You frantically gasp for air and push your hips back into his as you flop back down, the head rush making you feel light and dizzy. His gaze had returned to the more warm but sharp one you were used to as you coughed and spluttered. 

“Maybe there’s hope for you, yet,” he smirks, and resumes rolling his hips into yours, “think you deserve to cum now?” 

You weren't expecting that question, but luckily even in your fogged up brain, you answered well within his rules. “I-it doesn’t m-matter w-what I think… dolls need Daddy t-to think f-for them.” 

Yunho twitches inside of you, and quickly resumes his pace, and he knows. 

He knows now he finally got you. 

“Good girl.” he whispers, kissing your neck like it was a reward.  

Once again, the pace begins to build up. Every thrust punches air out of your lungs and an involuntary whimper from your mouth. His fingers slip out of you to rub your clit, and you grab at the sheets in panic. He holds you steady as he fucks into you faster, driving his hips down with a pointed snap on every downward thrust. A strangled moan escapes your lips as you writhe beneath him, pressing your hips farther into the bed to try to stop his hand to no avail. And when you push back, that only serves to push his cock deeper, hitting your cervix again and again. 

So much for being gentler and more controlled. 

Your pussy contracts and flutters around his cock, silently telling him that you're close, but he doesn’t relent.  

“Don’t fucking cum.” he growls, “prove to me that you can be a good doll.” 

And you're right on the edge, just that close to being pushed over when— his phone rings.  

You both look at it for a moment, resting on the nightstand. Yunho slows down again, pausing his assault on your clit, effectively saving you from a correction. You can feel the terrifying anger and frustration emanating from him before he checks the caller ID. Any fury immediately dissipates once he sees who it is. 

“Be quiet, baby” he hisses to you, pressing the green ‘answer’ button on his phone. “Hey Min,” he says, his tone bright and casual even though he’s not even trying to hide that he’s out of breath. 

You can kinda hear a deeper voice coming from the phone’s speakers, no doubt asking why he sounds so out of breath. “Just working out,” Yunho smirks, pulling your hips up and continuing his assault on your clit, “what’s up?”  

You bite down on your hand. He then slams into you, covering the sound by clearing his throat and slowly resuming a slow pace. He leans down closer to you again, watching you struggle to stay quiet, take him, and not cum all at the same time. He hums into the phone, whether he’s actually listening or not you have no idea.  

“Min,” Yunho clears his throat, hiding a groan, “are you doing anything for your birthday?” 

A small squeak escapes you, but luckily it’s quiet enough for Yunho not to hear while he’s on the phone.

“Well,” he chuckles at the thought, "I have an idea of what we could do.” 

His hand moves away from your clit, up to your face, tilting it back so you’re looking up at him. 

“No, I’m not sick, I feel great” he smirks, moving the phone away from his ear and holding it to his shoulder. “Open your mouth.” 

You obey quickly. And as soon as your mouth opens, he spits into it, manually shutting your mouth again with his hand. 

“Yeah, sounds perfect. Listen, Min, I gotta go, but I'll text you later, okay?” Yunho’s cover is slowly cracking the closer he gets to coming again. “Okay. See you later, bye.” he hangs up and unceremoniously throws his phone back over towards the pillows.  

He all but slams his cock into you over and over, hissing praises in your ear.  

“Ah fuck, I’m gonna fill you up again.” He angles upwards, hitting your g-spot. You sob loudly, unable to hold yourself back from coming for much longer. “Beg for my cum.” 

A never ending babble of pleas and cries tumble from your drooling mouth, desperate to hold off from coming just a bit longer. He grabs your hair, yanking your head back painfully.  

“Louder.” 

“PLEASE,” you screech, “Daddy please give me your cum, please f-fill me up, please, please—“ 

A choked gasp cuts your voice off as he growls, once again ramming his whole length into you. 

Your vision swims like you just dove underwater, dizzying you. All you can feel is a warmth spreading from deep within your lower stomach and you just pray that you didn’t cum too. You stay pressed against each other for a while, his cock twitching inside you every so often as it empties out completely.  

Your head doesn’t clear until he pulls out again. You're breathing audibly and almost manually, your throat so dry all you can think of is how much you need a glass of water. Yunho once again moves you around, on your back now.  

Your old friend, the ceiling, comes back into view.  

You know you must look like a mess, and you suddenly get very self-conscious when you see Yunho looking at you. You press the back of one of your hands against your mouth, crying uncontrollably. You’ve been dangling off the edge for so long, and have resigned yourself to the fact that you probably won’t be coming tonight at all.  

Yunho watches you cry for a moment, gently rubbing your sides with his hands, occasionally wiping away your tears. The silence just makes you more upset, overthinking and working yourself up into an emotional mess. But Yunho keeps trying to soothe you, now trailing soft kisses up your stomach, chest, and eventually your battered neck.  

“My poor doll…” he murmurs, kissing away another tear. “My good little girl.” 

You sob, a million thoughts hitting you at once. 

Maybe he’ll get rid of you, find someone better 

He’s so pretty 

You want to go home

You want to stay with him 

Who is Min?

He’s so beautiful 

He treats you so well

He protects you.  He keeps you safe. He wants you… 

He loves you.  

Deep down in subspace, you relinquish everything to him. The very last shred of independence you had evaporates seamlessly, and suddenly, all you know is him. And this apartment. All the good he does to and for you. 

With glassy eyes, you meet his dark, sharp gaze.  

“Yours, Daddy. forever.” 

Yunho slightly falters, but quickly regains his composure. He sighs happily, noticing how glassy your eyes had become, pathetically looking up at him through your tears. So instead of trying to calm you down with words, he takes matters into his own hands. 

Literally. 

Through your panic, your sadness, your heart pounding in your ears, and the lack of oxygen, you feel a familiar pressure on your clit again. You try to sit up immediately, only to be pushed back down onto the pillows. You protest as coherently as you can, brokenly rambling about how you want to be good for him and not cum, but he has to stop or you will. 

“You can cum now, baby.” he says, simply, lacing love and saccharine into every word.  

“I c-can’t… not w-without Daddy’s p-permission.” Test, that voice screams at you. Test, don’t do it. 

“I am giving you permission, sweet girl,” 

You cry uncontrollably, unable to believe him. This was another test, you just knew it.  Conditioning at its finest. 

But Yunho is adamant. “You’re my good doll, right?” he pauses, waiting to hear you whimper in the affirmative, “made Daddy feel so good…let Daddy fill you up…” a quiet groan escapes him at the memory of only a few minutes ago.  

He sinks two fingers into your heat, pressing his thumb against your clit. You gasp and shiver, still trying to push the feeling of overwhelming pleasure down, and losing miserably. Borderline panicking, you cry out, “Don’t w-wanna be p-punished.” 

Yunho softens, lacing his words with kindness and sympathy in every syllable, “You won’t be, baby. Daddy wants to reward you now.” 

He lightly slaps your clit a couple times, and you scream as the pleasure uncontrollably builds and builds. You’re way past the point of no return. 

“Cum,” he instructs, tone dead serious, leaving no room to argue. “now.”

And it’s like he flicked a switch. A powerful, almost painful surge of pleasure courses through you, completely wrecking you on its way around your body. Your back arches, and he leans down to press his chest against yours, grounding you against him. The noises coming out of you are ones you’ve never made before in your life, desperate, pathetic, shocked. Your eyes roll back (which, thankfully, he allows) and your body twitches underneath his large frame, which keeps you stable.  

Yunho presses soft, soothing kisses along your shoulder, and whispers sickly sweet praises into your ear as you drift, completely spent and in bliss like you’ve never experienced before. 

You're not sure how long you stay floating, twitching occasionally, but you're sure it’s a while.  

Little by little, your muscles relax and your breathing slows. The idea of a correction occurring seemed less and less, your anxiety returning to somewhat normal levels. He kept his word. There was no test. 

Yunho kisses your forehead. 

“My good girl.” His voice is almost sickly sweet, seeping into your brain like melting chocolate. He gets up off the bed after a few more silent moments and… walks out of the bedroom. 

Left alone with only your thoughts again, you find you barely have any. Or any that are clear or make sense. Your mind was almost completely wiped from exhaustion, but you do wonder where he went. You hear the fridge open and close, followed by some shuffling from the kitchen before the familiar sound of his footsteps start back towards you again. With barely enough energy to lift your head, you look up at him to find that he had brought you a glass of water.  

You immediately soften, and let him help you drink it all. When it’s empty, he sets the glass on the nightstand, and pets your hair, laying his large frame down next to you, holding you close to his chest. 

“Did so well for me, baby girl. You're such a keeper.” 

You glow at his praise, managing a weak smile, which makes him laugh lightly. Hoping he won’t be mad that you reach out and touch him without permission, you cautiously hold his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. You hear his breath catch in his chest, and he doesn’t move an inch, like he’s afraid you’ll let go if he did. After a few moments, when he was sure you wouldn’t let go, he gently squeezes your non-injured hand. You squeeze back. 

“Can you say it again…?” Rare vulnerability saturates his every word. You have to clear your throat and move your face slightly away from his chest to speak the words he’s so desperate to hear. 

“I love you, Daddy.” your voice burns and cracks in your throat. He kisses your cheek again like an apology – and maybe it was. And maybe you did. This time, it didn’t feel like such a chore or a lie to say it. He scared the hell out of you, but only if you disobeyed or broke a rule. There were rewards for good behaviour and corrections for bad behaviour, just like the seasons tend the earth; coaxing it back to life with spring, purging it with winter. It was purely balance and order. Rules that prevented society from descending into chaos. A newly recovered fractured bone, stronger than before. That’s all. You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing it to them and breathing in his natural scent as deep as you could.  

Yunho presses his body closer against yours, holding you tight to him, protecting you. From what exactly if not him, you weren’t sure, but in your hazy, newly reprogrammed brain, you trusted that he knew best. He always had good reasons for everything he did, and it wasn’t up to you to figure out whatever was behind his intentions. It was almost freeing. 

His hand splays out against your stomach as he watches you sleep peacefully, his mind reeling with perverse, obsessive, and possessive thoughts. 

Now that you were officially his, officially broken down… 

Oh he was going to have so much fun with you.  

[end of part 1]

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Unprofessional Thoughts

idol!San x Staff!Reader

smut, mirror sex, overstim, begging, secret fucking, corruption, 18++, MDNI!!

You should have known from the moment you got assigned to be San's stylist for the day, that this would be dangerous.

It started subtly, him lingering too close when you adjusted his mic, the way his eyes would flicker over you during styling sessions, the teasing smirk that never seemed to leave his lips. You told yourself it was all in your head. That he was just like this with everyone.

But you knew better.

“Need something, sweetheart?” San’s voice was a low purr as you fumbled with the in-ear monitors, cursing your shaky hands.

���No,” you said too quickly, clearing your throat as you focused on the task at hand. “Just making sure everything’s secure.”

He chuckled, tilting his head so your fingers brushed against the side of his neck. “You’re always so nervous around me,” he mused. “It’s cute.”

You froze, heat crawling up your spine. “I—I’m not nervous.”

San hummed in amusement, eyes dark as he watched you struggle. “Really? Then why are your hands shaking?”

You yanked back, flustered beyond belief. “I have other things to do,” you mumbled, turning away.

But of course, he wasn’t done with you yet.

Later, backstage, you were checking over his outfit one last time before he went on stage when he suddenly reached for your wrist, his grip firm but not forceful. “You should really stop running from me.”

Your breath hitched as he pulled you just a little closer, his gaze flickering to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “You make this too fun.”

“San,” you whispered, trying to sound firm, but it came out far too weak. Unconvincing.

He grinned, utterly shameless. “You like it when I do this, don’t you?” His fingers ghosted along your wrist before dropping back to his side. “I think you like being flustered.”

You swallowed hard, unable to form a coherent response. The worst part? He was right.

The announcement for showtime cut through the moment, and with one last smirk, San leaned in just enough that his lips barely brushed your ear. “Don’t miss me too much while I’m on stage, sweetheart.”

And then he was gone, leaving you standing there, hot-faced and completely screwed.

Later that night, you were back in the dressing room, gathering scattered accessories and clothes while the staff packed up. Most of the crew had left, and you assumed San had, too until you felt a presence behind you.

“Were alone...” his voice came low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine.

You turned, only to find him standing much too close, still in his stage outfit, the sweat on his skin making his black shirt cling to his toned chest. His hair was slightly messy from the performance, his lips curved in a knowing smirk.

“I'm leaving.” you stammered, stepping back, but he followed, his fingers catching your wrist again—so casually, like he owned your reactions.

“But I wanted to see you,” he murmured, eyes dark with something unreadable. “Wanted to know if you were still thinking about me.”

You swallowed, heart pounding as his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on your wrist. “I—I wasn’t.”

San chuckled, clearly entertained by your pathetic attempt at denial. “Lie.”

His free hand lifted, ghosting along the hem of your shirt, his fingers barely brushing your skin beneath the fabric. The air between you felt thick, charged.

“I think about you, you know?” he mused, tilting his head as his gaze roamed your face. “I think about how pretty you look when you get all flustered for me.”

Your breath hitched as he stepped even closer, caging you between his body and the vanity behind you. His lips hovered just above yours, the heat of his breath teasing against your skin.

“I wonder,” he murmured, “if you’d still be this shy if I really touched you.”

Your knees nearly buckled, but before you could even process what was happening, he leaned in—

And then, just like that, he pulled away.

With a wicked smirk, he let go of your wrist, stepping back as if nothing had happened, leaving you breathless and dizzy.

“See you at work tomorrow, sweetheart,” he winked before disappearing through the door, leaving you aching for something you never should have wanted.

“See you at work, sweetheart.”

That one little word had been echoing in your head all fucking night.

Sweetheart.

He said it so casually — like he hadn’t just leaned in close enough to kiss you in the empty dressing room, breath hot against your lips, eyes flicking down to your mouth like he was thinking about breaking every single unspoken rule between you.

You’d been holding your breath — waiting for him to close that tiny little space.

He never did.

Just smirked.

Winked.

Left you standing there flushed and shaking while he disappeared through the door, leaving you aching for something you should have never wanted in the first place.

You told yourself you’d forget about it by morning. That it was just San playing one of his little games — always pushing, always testing how far he could go before you snapped.

But then you walked into the dressing room the next day — clipboard hugged tight to your chest — and San was already sitting in the makeup chair, legs spread wide, black tank top clinging to his chest.

His dark eyes flicked up the second you stepped through the door.

“Morning.”

Your stomach dropped.

Fuck.

You froze — gripping your clipboard like it might stop your hands from shaking.

“A—Morning,” you muttered, bowing, eyes locked on the floor.

You could feel him smirking without even looking.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

He was testing you again — waiting to see if you’d pretend last night never happened or if you’d finally crack and let him ruin you the way you both knew he wanted to.

You made a beeline for the rack of stage outfits — pretending like you didn’t feel his eyes dragging down your body.

Professional.

Stay professional.

You were halfway through double-checking the fitting schedule when his voice drifted through the room.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again after last night.”

Your breath caught.

He was still sitting in the chair — arms draped lazy over the armrests, legs spread wide like he was inviting you to climb right into his lap.

His voice was so low, so casual — like the two of you were the only ones in the room.

You glanced around quickly — heat creeping up your neck.

There were three makeup artists in the corner. Staff moving in and out. Cameras tucked into the corners of the ceiling.

He knew you couldn’t react.

That’s exactly why he was doing this.

“I—” You cleared your throat, clutching the clipboard tighter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

San’s smile flickered — slow and lazy.

“That’s cute.”

His eyes dragged down your body — stopping at the little gap where your blouse was tucked into your high-waisted skirt.

“You always this shy when someone’s about to kiss you?”

Your whole body flushed hot.

Fuck.

He was pushing you right to the edge and he knew you couldn’t say a damn thing.

You swallowed hard, forcing your eyes back on your clipboard.

“I’m here to work, San.”

He leaned back in the chair — all sharp smirks and cocky little tilts of his head.

“But you want me to finish what I started, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched.

His smile flickered wider — so fucking smug.

“That’s why you’re shaking right now, sweetheart.”

You gripped your clipboard tighter — nails digging into the paper.

This was a game to him.

A long, slow game he’d been playing for months — pushing you inch by inch, waiting for the moment you’d finally break.

You hated him for it.

You hated how bad you wanted him to win.

“Need me to help you calm down?” he murmured — voice so low you almost thought you’d imagined it.

Your thighs clenched together automatically.

San’s eyes flicked down.

Ohhhhhh, he fucking saw that.

You needed to get out of this room before you did something stupid — something you couldn’t take back.

You spun on your heel — ready to run — but San’s voice stopped you cold.

“That’s okay, sweetheart.”

“I like watching you squirm.”

You sucked in a sharp breath — heart slamming against your ribs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, hating how weak your voice sounded.

San’s fingers brushed down your arm — just the lightest touch — barely enough to be inappropriate.

Enough to wreck you completely.

“Yes, you do.”

You were going to lose your mind.

You were going to let him break you.

He winked again.

Like he already knew you’d spend the next four hours with your thighs pressed tight together — aching and wet under your little skirt — trying to pretend your sweet, polite professional little self wasn’t already completely ruined for him.

You’d been avoiding him all day.

Keeping your head down.

Sticking to the schedule.

But San had been watching you.

Waiting.

It was after rehearsal when he finally made his move.

You were sorting through accessories in the wardrobe closet — pretending you didn’t feel his eyes on you from across the hall— when he shouted your name from across the hallway.

“Y/N… can you help me with something?”

You froze — heart slamming hard against your ribs.

His voice was all polite and sweet — the way it always was in front of everyone.

But when you walked over to him— his dark eyes were already on you.

Waiting.

“What—What do you need?”

San’s smile flickered — slow and lazy.

“My necklace.”

His fingers curled around the silver chain on his neck — thumb dragging along the clasp.

“I can’t get it off.”

You should have made someone else help him.

You should have stayed right where you were — safe behind the racks of clothes.

But your body was already moving — clipboard tucked under your arm, legs carrying you across the room before your brain could catch up.

It wasn’t until you slipped through the doorway that you realized he was standing in one of the back storage rooms — dark, secluded, far away from anyone else.

The door clicked shut behind you.

Locked.

Your stomach dropped.

“San—”

He turned slowly — leaning back against the table like he hadn’t just trapped you on purpose.

“You always come running when I ask, don’t you?”

Your heart was slamming so hard you swore he could hear it.

“This isn’t funny—”

“Never said it was.”

His fingers brushed up the back of his neck — tilting his head just slightly, offering you the chain.

“Come on, sweetheart.”

His dark eyes flicked down to your hands.

“Help me.” he pouted.

You swallowed hard — throat bone-dry.

You were supposed to be professional.

Supposed to keep your hands off him — supposed to forget about last night and every other time he’d whispered filthy little things to you under his breath when no one else was listening.

But you moved anyway — hands shaking as you reached for the clasp at the back of his neck.

He was so warm.

So close.

His head dipped lower — breath fanning soft against your cheek.

“You’re nervous.”

You sucked in a sharp breath — fingers fumbling with the clasp.

“N-No—”

San’s smirk flickered — soft, almost teasing.

“Lie.”

His hands slid down slow — brushing against your waist.

You froze.

“Relax, sweetheart…”

His voice was so soft — barely more than a murmur against your ear.

“It’s just me.”

That’s what made him so dangerous.

He never had to force you.

He just pushed — so soft, so sweet — until you were the one crossing the line without even realizing.

“I… I need to get back to work—”

San’s fingers slipped lower — toying with the hem of your little work skirt.

“But you don’t want to leave, do you?”

Your whole body flushed hot — heat pooling low in your belly.

“San—”

His fingers curled around your chin — tilting your head up until you were staring straight into those dark, lazy eyes.

“Say you want me to stop.”

Your breath caught.

You couldn’t.

You both knew you couldn’t.

That’s exactly why he was doing this.

“That’s what I thought.”

His mouth brushed against your jaw — slow, teasing little kisses down your neck.

“You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

Your knees buckled.

He caught you — one strong hand gripping the back of your thigh, bringing you closer against his waist.

“You’ve been waiting for me to fuck you since the first day you saw me.”

You whimpered — hips grinding up into him completely on instinct.

San’s smile flickered.

“There she is.”

His free hand slid between your thighs — fingers dragging up slow, lazy along your soaked little panties.

“Soaking wet just from me locking the door.”

You let out a broken little sob — nails digging into his shirt.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting to get you alone, sweetheart?”

He pressed two fingers right against your soaked little slit — not pushing inside, just teasing — watching the way you squirmed against him.

“You think I don’t notice how you squeeze your thighs together every time I call you that?”

“You’ve been begging me to fuck you for months without even knowing.”

You were shaking — thighs clenching around his hand.

“I—I’m not—”

San’s fingers slipped inside — two thick fingers stretching you open, making you silently cry out into his shoulder.

“Lie.”

He fucked you with his fingers slow and deep — thumb circling your clit, coaxing out every filthy little sound he knew you were trying to swallow down.

“You gonna let me ruin you in this room, sweetheart?”

“You gonna let me fuck you so hard you can’t even look me in the eye at work tomorrow?”

You sobbed — hips grinding down into his hand like you couldn’t stop yourself anymore.

You went silent.

San’s smile flickered wider — so fucking smug.

“That’s what I thought.”

You were still trembling against him — two fingers buried deep inside you, panties shoved to the side while San whispered filthy little lies into your ear.

“You were made for this, sweetheart.”

His thumb circled your clit slow and lazy — just enough to keep you on the edge without letting you fall over.

“You just needed someone to show you how to beg properly.”

Your whole body shook — tears hot behind your eyes, thighs squeezing tight around his wrist.

“I—I can’t—”

San’s smile flickered — so sweet.

“Yes, you can.”

He squeezed your throat tighter — making your head tip back, breath hitching in little broken gasps.

“You’ve been waiting for me to break you, sweetheart.”

His fingers fucked into you deeper — slow and steady, stretching you out inch by inch.

“You’re not gonna act shy now.”

You whimpered — nails digging into his biceps, hips grinding down into his hand without even meaning to.

“You want me to stop?”

You shook your head — bottom lip wobbling.

San’s smile flickered wider — so fucking smug.

“That’s what I thought.”

He pressed his thumb harder against your clit — slow little circles that made your whole body arch into him.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

Your thighs clenched around his hand — head falling back against the wall.

“N-No… I can’t—”

San’s teeth dragged down the side of your neck — biting just hard enough to make you cry out.

“You can.”

“You will.”

His fingers slammed into you harder — wet little sounds filling the room as you fell apart around him, crying into his shoulder while he fucked you through it.

“That’s my good girl…”

You were still shaking — thighs sticky, breath broken — when he finally pulled his fingers out of you.

San held them up between you — two fingers soaked in your slick — watching the way your glassy little eyes flicked down to them.

“You made such a mess for me.”

You were still too wrecked to answer — chest heaving, cheeks flushed hot.

San grabbed your chin — forcing your mouth open with two wet fingers.

“Clean it up.”

Your whole body locked up.

But you opened your mouth anyway — letting him push his fingers down on your tongue.

San leaned in close — thumb smearing your own slick across your swollen bottom lip.

“You gonna let me ruin you in here, sweetheart?”

You whimpered around his fingers — glassy little eyes flicking up to him like you didn’t even know how to say no anymore.

San’s cock twitched hard against your thigh.

"You think I don't see the way you squeeze your thighs together every time I get too close?"

You whimpered - thighs clenching.

San's dark eyes flicked down.

Ohhhhhh, he saw that.

His voice was so soft — so sweet — like he wasn't about to ruin your whole life in this room.

"You just needed someone to break you in."

Your head was spinning — heart slamming against your ribs.

"San-"

He loosened his grip on your throat

His hands yanked your skirt up around your waist - fingers sliding under the waistband of your soaked little panties

Your whole body arched into him — breath catching in little broken gasps.

He ripped your panties clean off - tucking them into his pocket like the psycho he was — before turning you around and shoving you up against the wall.

His hand slid down your spine — pressing you flat against the cold wall.

"You know why I picked this room, sweetheart?"

You shook your head - breath ragged, thighs trembling.

San's hand wrapped tight around the back of your neck - forcing your glassy little eyes up to the mirror mounted on the wall.

"So I could watch what how pretty you are when I fuck you."

You let out a broken little sob - thighs squeezing shut.

San kicked your legs apart — pressing the tip of his cock right up against your soaking little cunt.

"You gonna let me ruin you, sweetheart?"

You nodded frantically - cheeks burning, eyes already glassy.

San smirked - slow and dangerous.

"That's my girl."

He slammed inside you in one deep thrust — making you scream into his hand as he stretched you open.

"So fucking tight..."

He fucked you slow at first — long, deep strokes that had your eyes rolling back into your head.

"You feel how perfect you fit around me, sweetheart?"

His hand slid back up around your throat - squeezing tight as he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look how pretty you are when you're finally letting me have you."

Your whole body was shaking - face smushed up against the mirror, palms flat against the wall while San's cock dragged deep into you from behind.

"Look at yourself, sweetheart."

His voice was so soft — breath hot against your ear.

"Look how  messy you get for me."

You couldn't stop whimpering - little gasping sobs echoing off the walls as his cock stretched you open, wet little sounds filling the room every time he slammed into you harder.

"You gonna cry for me, baby?"

San's hand wrapped tight around your throat

- squeezing just hard enough to make your head spin.

"You gonna let me have you?"

You blinked up at your reflection - glassy little eyes wide and dumb - tears streaking down your flushed cheeks.

You hated how pretty you looked like this.

How much you loved the way he was wrecking you- Fucking you so deep you could feel him in your fucking stomach -

Dragging out every filthy little sound you didn't even know your body could make.

"You should hate this, shouldn't you?"

San's fingers slipped down between your legs

- circling your swollen little clit in slow, lazy strokes.

"You should tell me to stop..."

You whimpered — hips bucking back into him without even thinking.

"But you like it."

San's breath was hot aginst your ear — soft, syrupy sweet.

You sobbed - legs shaking under him.

"You like knowing you're gonna spend the whole day walking around work with my cum dripping down your thighs."

You squeezed your eyes shut — face burning.

"N-No-"

San laughed softly - cock dragging so slow, so deep inside you it made your whole body tremble.

"Lie."

He slammed into you harder - one hand wrapped tight around your throat, the other circling your clit until you were crying into the mirror.

"You gonna cum for me?"

You whimpered — head falling back against his shoulder, body twitching underneath him.

"You wanna cum on my cock in this little room where anyone could walk in?"

He was so fucking mean - dragging you right to the edge, making you work for it.

"You want me to fill this tight little pussy up?"

Your whole body locked up - walls squeezing tight around him at those filthy little words.

San groaned against your ear - hips snapping harder, slamming you up against the wall.

"That's what you want, huh?"

"You want me to fuck you full and send you back to work?"

You sobbed - nails scratching down the mirror - thighs trembling as the first orgasm hit you so hard your whole brain shut off.

"There she is..."

San grinned against your ear - dragging you through it, fucking you even harder...

"That's my good girl."

You were still crying — half-conscious — when he finally pinned you flat against the wall, hips snapping rough into you, cock buried so deep you couldn't even breathe.

"Can I fill you up, sweetheart?"

You nodded frantically - brain completely broken - too fucked out to even speak.

"Please—"

San's teeth sank into your neck — hips slamming into you one last time as he came so deep inside you  

you could feel it leaking out before he even pulled out.

"Ohhh" he moaned.

He held you there — cock still twitching inside you — hands gripping your hips so hard they were definitely going to bruise.

"You look so pretty like this, sweetheart."

You whimpered - completely wrecked - body boneless in his hands.

But San wasn't done.

He reached down - grabbing your soaked little panties off the floor.

"Open."

Your lips parted on instinct — brain too dumb and cockdrunk to even think about saying no.

He stuffed your panties into your mouth - making you taste yourself while he slid them back up your shaky thighs.

"Don't take them off."

His fingers pressed against the ruined fabric - pushing his cum deep inside you.

"You're gonna wear them all day."

"Every time you feel me dripping out of you, you're gonna remember you're mine."

You were still shaking when he finally fixed your skirt — smoothing it down over your trembling thighs like nothing ever happened.

"Go back to work, sweetheart."

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Hey so what the Fuck is in the air lately

The two not pictured better stay not pictured I can't handle ot8 doing this shit

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me being obsessed with jp street fashion and 2013 ariana grande white girl christmas

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