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stxrrywoo · 9 hours ago

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eyes on your wetness ᢉ𐭩 yeosang

you found his camera, and you still spread your legs

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⛧ yeosang x f!reader (roommate au)

⛧ warnings: smut, recording, p in v, oral(f), fingering, power play, voyeurism, masturbation(f), obsessive behavior, could be missing some

⛧i never write yeo in a "dark" way, but i lowkey love it lmaooo. hope u guys like it too <3

You always knew your roommate was weird. But not this weird.

Yeosang was quiet. Too quiet.

The first few weeks, you thought he might be mute. You cracked jokes over takeout. He just hummed. You tried small talk. He gave nothing but bland nods, half-smiles, and eye contact that lingered half a second too long.

He wasn’t cold exactly. Just unreadable. The kind of guy who folded laundry but left it, starts cleaning the lint trap, then walks away from it, a guy who used coasters on his desk without placing an actual drink on it.

Someone who had great posture even when brushing his teeth.

It was infuriating.

So you pushed him. Walked around in crop tops and tiny shorts. Sang off-key in the hallway. Left your room door cracked when you changed. Nothing.

Until it wasn’t nothing.

Until you felt it–that slow, heavy gaze. It started in the hallway. Kitchen. Living room. Eyes dragging from your collarbone to the inside of your thighs. Never long. Never obvious.

But you felt it.

And instead of closing your door, you started leaving it open wider.

You were looking for your hoodie when you found the mirror.

His room was clean for once, monastic. Bed made military tight. Books perfectly aligned. Closet organized.

Then you saw the full-length mirror on his wall.

Identical to yours.

But something felt…off.

It wasn’t flush against the wall like yours. It had no smudges. No fingerprints. You stepped closer. Knocked.

Hollow.

You leaned to the side and saw it. A faint LED light on a camera mounted low. Pointing directly through the mirror—into your room.

You froze.

Two-way mirror. Camera. Labeled hard drives beneath it. Dated.

Last night’s date was there. You remembered last night.

You’d laid in bed. Fingers between your legs, lights still on, door open, mirror in full view.

You hadn’t said his name. But you’d thought it.

Your mouth went dry.

You picked up the drive.

Sat on his bed.

Part of you wanted to smash it, part of you wanted to watch it.

Instead, you sat there, scanning the titles of the neatly arranged books on his shelf. History. Classical philosophy. A strange one about practical surveillance methods, spine creased.

You imagine yourself through his lens. Not the lens of a pervert, no. Something quieter, hungrier.

He’d seen your hands between your legs. He’d seen you bite your lip, he’d seen you ache for something you didn’t know how to ask for.

The terrifying part?

You were wet now.

When you heard the door click, your chest tightened. Yeosang’s voice was quiet behind you.

“Lose something?”

His voice startled you. You stood too fast, too aggressive. You held up the drive, expression hard.

“Wanna explain this? Or should I let the cops do it?”

Yeosang’s face was unreadable. “You’re in my room, going through my things.”

“You’ve been recording me.”

He didn’t deny it. Just stared at the drive. “You left the door open. Every night. You sat in front of the mirror and moaned like it was for an audience.”

You stood, voice rising. “That doesn’t mean you get to record me!”

He tilted his head. “You didn’t close the door.”

“Because I live here!” Your voice cracked.

“You moaned my name.”

Your throat closed. “That’s not—”

“You kept looking at the mirror.”

You hated him. Hated how calm he was. How correct he sounded. But you hated yourself more, hated how some part of you–dark, stupid, weak–felt heat coil low in your stomach when he said it.

“You’re sick.”

He stepped forward slowly.

“Tell me you didn’t want me watching.”

You faltered, and you hated yourself for it.

“I should break your fucking camera.”

“Do it.” He stepped aside. “But I’ll still remember every second.”

You shoved him. He grabbed your wrist—strong, still calm.

His fingers tightened–not painfully, but enough to make your pulse stutter. His voice dropped lower than before.

“You’re shaking.”

“No, I’m not.”

His eyes flickered down to your wrist, where your pulse betrayed you. Then slowly, he pulled your captured wrist up between you both–his gaze never leaving yours–and pressed your knuckles to his lips.

Not a kiss.

Just the barest brush of warmth.

“You left the door open.” His voice cracked like silk.

“I didn’t know.” Your voice hoarse.

“Didn’t you?”

And when he kissed you, he didn’t aim for your lips. He licked into your mouth first–filthy, invasive–before he even kissed you proper.

And dammit, you let him.

“You want me to apologize?” he asked, “Or do you want me to do what you’ve been begging for all month?”

Your pulse throbbed, thighs clenched.

You slapped him.

He kissed you.

It was violent and immediate. Your back hit the mirror, his hand cupping your jaw. You bit his lip. He shoved your thigh aside and ground into you, fully clothed.

You felt him. His usual control, his unreadable expression had finally cracked.

For the first time, Yeosang looked wrecked and he wanted to wreck you.

“You’re disgusting,” you panted.

“You’re dripping.” His voice was colder than the mirror.

When his fingers slid into your shorts, the pressure of his palm made your knees buckle. You tried to speak, scream, but your own body betrayed you with a whimper.

His lips slid along your jaw, his teeth scraping your throat as he whispered like a confession, I couldn’t stop.

You barely processed it before he shoved your thighs apart and sank to his knees.

This wasn’t methodical or clinical. Yeosang was desperate.

You backed up. “Don’t—”

“Tell me to stop.”

You hesitated, a mix of defiance and desire warring within you. But the hunger in his eyes, the promise of more pleasure, broke your resolve. "I want it," you whispered, your voice hoarse with need.

He smiled, a triumphant, feral smile. Then he dipped his head, his tongue licking a slow, wet stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gasped, your hips jerking against him. He chuckled, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you.

He started slow, his tongue exploring every fold, every crevice. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it, his teeth grazing it gently. You moaned, your hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. He growled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

He slid two fingers inside you, his thumb pressing against your ass, applying gentle pressure. You cried out, your hips bucking against his face. He added another finger, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on your clit. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside you that made your vision white out.

His other hand gripped your thigh, holding you open, exposed to him. You could feel his stubble, rough against your inner thighs, his saliva mixing with your own wetness, dripping down to your ass. He slid his thumb down, circling your tight hole, teasing you. You whimpered, your body tense, ready to shatter.

He looked up at you, his eyes wild, his chin and lips glistening with your juices. "Come for me," he growled, his voice muffled against your pussy. "Come all over my face."

And you did. You came with a scream, your body convulsing, your hips grinding against his mouth. He lapped at you, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb pressing against your ass. You rode his face, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, leaving you breathless and boneless.

He crawled up your body, his cock hard and insistent against your thigh. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His lips were swollen, his chin wet with your juices. He looked feral, wild, and utterly in control.

Every flick of his tongue felt like evidence, like proof.

He licked you like he’d been studying. Like he’d memorized your rhythm from every video.

“You fucking like it,” his voice raw. “You put on a show just for me.”

You didn’t deny it, how could you?

He didn’t pause.

He made you watch yourself. Face wrecked. Lips parted. Legs shaking.

He stood, eyes dark, wet mouth glinting under the room light.

“Are you obsessed?”

He didn't answer, just grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a bruising kiss. You bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He groaned, his hand sliding down to grab your ass, pulling you against him. You could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against your stomach.

You broke the kiss, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "Answer me."

He spun you around, bending you over. His knuckles dragging against your ass. You gasped as he spat on his fingers, rubbing them against your entrance, teasing you.

"You think I'm obsessed?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're the one who wanted this cock, sweetheart.”

He pressed a finger inside you, his thumb circling your clit. You moaned, your hips pushing back against him. He added another finger, his other hand gripping your hair, pulling your head back. You could see your reflection in the mirror on the wall, your face flushed, your eyes wild.

"You like this," he whispered, his lips against your ear. "You like being used. Little slut bucket."

He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. He entered you roughly, his hips slamming against yours. You cried out, your hands scrambling for purchase on the wall. He leaned over you, his hand wrapping around your throat. He squeezed gently, his other hand gripping your hip, holding you in place.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

You shook your head, a whimper escaping your lips. He smiled, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "Good girl."

He pulled out, only to slam back into you, harder this time. You could feel every inch of him, stretching you, filling you. He set a brutal pace, his hips pounding against yours. You could hear the wet slap of skin on skin, the harsh sound of your breath, the low groans he made with each thrust.

His hand tightened around your throat, his fingers digging into your flesh. You could feel your pulse, rapid and frantic, beneath his touch. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, marking you. You cried out, your body tensing as an orgasm ripped through you.

He didn't stop, his hips continuing to pound against yours. He reached down, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed it roughly, his teeth still buried in your shoulder. You came again, your body convulsing, your scream echoing through the room.

He pulled out, his cock slipping from your pussy to press against your ass. You tensed, but he just rubbed his cock against you, coating himself in your juices. He spat, the warmth hitting your ass, mixing with your wetness. He pressed against you, slowly entering you again. You gasped, your body tensing as he filled you.

He leaned over you, his hand wrapping around your throat again. "Relax," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Let me in."

You took a deep breath, your body relaxing as he pushed deeper. He started to move, his hips rolling against yours. He reached down, his fingers finding your clit again. He rubbed it gently, his other hand still wrapped around your throat. You moaned, your body pressing back against his, taking him deeper.

He leaned down, his lips against your ear. "You're so fucking tight," he growled. "You feel so good."

You whimpered, your body on fire. He increased his pace, his hips slamming against yours. You could feel another orgasm building, your body tensing as he fucked you deeper, harder.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock."

You screamed, your body convulsing as an orgasm tore through you. He groaned, his hips slamming against yours as he came, his cock pulsing inside you. He collapsed on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He rolled off, his cock still buried inside you. You lay there, your body spent, your mind racing.

Yeosang pulled away and was silent. He cleaned you, not cruelly, not gently.

Mechanically.

But what you remembered most was how his hands shook when he cleaned you. A single tissue, a quick swipe over your thighs. That same unreadable mask on his face.

Except now…you could read it.

Need.

Yeosang wanted you like an addiction, and that terrified you more than the camera.

The next night, your door stayed open.

You undressed in front of the mirror, sat on your bed, stared into the glass, and spread your legs. He didn’t enter.

He watched.

You touched yourself slower, louder.

Your eyes drifted to the camera, a small, unblinking eye in the corner of the room. He was watching you. He was going to watch you.

You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to obey. He wanted to see you submit to his desires, even when he wasn't in the room.

You started by lifting your shirt over your head, your breasts falling free, your nipples hardening in the cool air. You cupped them, your thumbs brushing against the sensitive peaks, a soft moan escaping your lips. The camera's lens didn't blink. He was watching. He was waiting.

Your hands slid down your stomach, your fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You slid them down, kicking them off to the side. You were naked, exposed, vulnerable. You could feel his eyes on you, even though he wasn't in the room. You could feel his presence, his control.

Your fingers found your clit, your hips jerking at the first touch. You rubbed, your body arching, your breath hitching. You knew he was watching, that he was getting off on your submission, on your desperation. And it turned you on even more.

You spread your legs wider, your fingers working faster, your hips moving in a slow, sensual grind. You could feel the tension building, the coiled heat in your belly, the desperate need for release. You moaned, your voice filling the room, your body chasing its climax.

When you came, you swore you saw the red light blink.

The nights blurred after that. Sometimes he watched. Sometimes he entered. Sometimes he fucked you silent, bent over the dresser.

Never soft, never gentle. But always like he owned you.

But one night, you didn’t undress. You didn’t touch yourself, you just waited. When nothing happened, you crossed the hall. Knocked on his door.

He opened it, shirtless, blank-faced, but his breathing wasn’t steady. You said nothing climbed into his bed and faced the wall.

Minutes passed.

Then his voice, finally breaking: “Tell me to stop.”

“I can’t,” you whispered.

He climbed into bed behind you, one arm sliding around your waist, his heartbeat racing against your back.

No cameras, no mirrors. Just skin. You fell asleep like that.

When you woke, his grip hadn’t loosened. That morning, you stood in front of your mirror and stared at your own reflection.

You licked your lips and smiled.

That night, you ordered a camera online. You mount it in your room and point it at the mirror. You leave your door open. Again.

And this time, you press record.

#this is sooooo good #like insanely good #i am a huge dark romance fanatic #and this?#this has me swirling #SO GOOODDDDD #now you 🫵#GO READ IT #⋆ 𐙚 ̊. ── 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮

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stxrrywoo · 9 hours ago

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CREEP ── c.sn

synopsis ; you thought that san was this perfect roommate, but that image shatters right before your eyes as you stumble across something you shouldn't have.

pairing(s) ; san x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 4.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut, roommate!san, perv!san ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, recording w/o permission, dub!con/borderline non!con, unprotected sex, fingering, clit play, kissing, messy/rough makeout, blood, biting/marking, mean dom!san x sub!reader, slight degration, petnames (princess...), stalker(ish) vibes/behavior, mentions of masturbation (f.), power play, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, choking, slight breath play, rough sex, overstimulation, slight dumbification, creampie, obsessive behavior, low-key yandere san, cum eating, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; this one is pretty self-explanatory, but creep gave me such stalker/perv vibes and knew I needed to cook smth up for him. also this is heavily inspired by a fic that was written by @yeonlymine ^^ make sure to go check out their work! lastly, this one is more on the darker side of things so PLEASEEE mind the tags, I beg 🙏

At first, you were so hesitant about having a guy roommate because of all of the horror stories that you had heard online. But San was different. He was sweet, kind, and most of all, always respected your boundaries.

At least you thought he did.

He never entered your room without knocking, even if the door was open. He always made sure to double-check if the leftovers in the fridge were yours before he either ate them or threw them out when he was cleaning. He even asks if you’re okay with him entering your personal space when he shows you something or vice versa.

All in all, he was the perfect roommate.

It wasn’t until that you started getting a little too comfortable around him that it seemed like a switch flipped. You started walking around the apartment without a bra on or even in the shortest pair of sleep shorts you own. Walking to your room with only a towel on when you forgot your clothes in your bedroom after taking a shower or bath.

You started to notice that his gaze would linger on your lips or collarbones that peeked out the top of your oversized t-shirt, sometimes even your exposed cleavage when you wore low-cut shirts. You didn’t think much of it because he never did anything other than stare, and he was an attractive man, so you kind of liked the attention.

Then, a few weeks later, you started to notice that some of your favorite pairs of panties were missing from your laundry. You didn’t think too much of it because you knew that the washer liked to eat your clothes sometimes, so you brushed it off.

That was until you went to San’s bedroom looking for the laptop charger that you had let him borrow. He wasn’t home, so you didn’t think too much about just entering his bedroom.

It was clean and neat, not exactly all that surprising to you, seeing as he was pretty good about cleaning up after himself. Everything was organized and placed with precision, but the only thing that was out of place was his bed. It was unmade, blankets strewn about, and pillows unfluffed, as if he had just been sleeping in it.

You brushed it off, seeing as it was only about ten in the morning, and it did seem like it left in a rush.

Walking over to his bed, you noticed that his laptop was sitting open on one side, the screen black, probably timed out from how long it’s been sitting there. Then you noticed the charger, your charger, still connected to it.

Making your way around the bed, you grabbed the laptop, turned it, and unplugged the cord. You started reaching for the other end, but the screen came to life, and your eyes grew wide at the sight before you.

There on the screen was live surveillance footage. It wasn’t showing places where you would normally have cameras. No, the few rooms that you could see were the living room, pointed directly where you usually sit on the sofa. There were two cameras in the bathroom, one capturing the entire room while the other was pointed into the shower. Then the last one.

It was your bedroom.

Your mouth went dry as you stared at the screen, and questions started to flood your brain. How long had he been watching you? What all did he see? Where were the cameras placed, and why hadn’t you noticed them before?

Like your body had a mind of its own, your hand reached for the device, letting your fingers move the cursor until you clicked on the file icon at the bottom. Your heart started hammering when you saw multiple files inside, all dated.

Scrolling down, you realized that the very first file was dated a few weeks after you had moved in. Going back to the top, you saw that the newest one was dated for just last night. You sat down on the bed after clicking on the file from last night, the ringing in your ears growing louder as you waited for the files to load.

You bit your lip as your shaky hand moved the cursor over the video from your bedroom. The timestamp was all too familiar.

It wasn’t bright in the room, but there was enough light to see what exactly you were doing. You were lying on the bed, legs parted just enough to see your fingers playing with your aching clit. The soft sounds of your moans flowed through the speakers. You had tried to be quiet because you had thought San was in bed, asleep.

You know you shouldn’t be watching any of these, but you also couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. He had seen so much of you with your knowledge. Heard things that you were sure would never reach his ears. Now you were sure that he knew things that made your stomach turn.

Then the next video played, and it confirmed all of your fears.

It was from earlier that week when you had hung out with San all day long, and he just wouldn’t leave your head long after you’d gone to bed. The only way you could try to relieve the tension was by getting yourself off. You hadn’t even meant to say his name, but you heard it clearly through the speakers. It was quiet, but it was there.

Your face grew warm from embarrassment, and you leaned back as if it would help you not to hear anything. Then you felt the fabric under your fingertips, the lace unmistakable. Turning your head, you noticed that your hand was underneath one of his pillows.

Biting your tongue, you grabbed the fabric and pulled it out, your heart hammering against your ribcage. A pair of your red lace panties hung from your fingers, the fabric was stiff and crusted, like it had been covered in something that had since then hardened.

A small gasp fell from your lips as it dawned on you as to what he had been doing with them. Dropping the article of clothing, you turned your body and moved some of his pillows, where you found a few more of your missing panties.

You were so caught up in everything that you had just found that you hadn’t even heard the door creak open or it latching behind the person. That was until you heard his voice and your blood ran cold.

“Didn’t they teach you not to snoop in people’s rooms?”

His voice caused you to jump. You slammed the laptop closed and stood to your feet, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. You swallowed thickly, finger pointing to the now closed device.

“You’ve been watching me.” Your voice wavered slightly, but your eyes never left his.

He didn’t try to deny it, not even in the slightest. He hummed, hands crossing over his chest as he took a step towards you before stopping.

His lack of response frightened you; your whole body shook as you tried to make sense of all of this. You then pointed to the now-unhidden stash of your missing underwear.

“And you’ve been stealing my underwear.”

He once again hummed, taking another step towards you, “You left your clothes unattended in the laundry room. Made it way too easy.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just take my clothes!” You exclaimed, ears burning bright red at the thought of him rummaging through your clothes.

He took another step towards you, slowly closing the distance between you, but instead of moving away like you knew you should, you stayed put. Anticipation bubbling in your chest as you watch him.

“What about the cameras?” You asked, pointing back at the laptop, and your heart squeezed at the smile that tugged on the corner of his lips. It was dark and filled with amusement.

“You made that even easier.” His eyes darkened as he took yet another step towards you, rounding the bed to stand just a few feet in front of you. “At first, I was sure that you would notice, head always on a swivel, always alert, always expecting something. But just cater to proving your fears wrong, and bingo, I was in.”

Your eyes grew wide as you realized what he meant: “You planned all of this?”

He hummed once more, that smirk spreading further across his lips, “Now you’re starting to use that pretty head, sweetheart.” It was like he was mocking you, but that stupid nickname falling from his lips made your knees weak.

“This is illegal. I could turn this into the police.” You told him, trying to sound threatening, but your voice shook as he took another step towards you.

“But you won’t.”

Your throat tightened, “I will–”

“You won’t.” His voice was stern, and you hated how it made you clench around nothing. “Wanna know how I know you won’t?” He asked, stalking towards you, his arms falling back to his sides as he neared you.

You wanted to scream at him that you would take this to the cops. That this wasn’t right, and you would move out as soon as you could. That you could ruin the rest of his perverted dreams right here, right now. Yet the moment he was right in front of you, face merely inches away from yours as he bent at the waist, you knew that you wouldn’t. And you hated that the most.

“Because at some point, you hoped that I’d see you. That I’d hear you.” His voice was low, causing a chill to run down your spine. You looked at him with wide eyes, lip caught between your teeth. “Hear you moaning my name, watch you play with yourself wishing that it was my hands instead.”

Your heart nearly stopped as he continued, tears of embarrassment brimming in your eyes. “I wasn’t–”

“Don’t lie to yourself, princess. Would you like me to play the video again?” He asked, his hand reaching for the laptop that still lay closed on the bed.

“No!” You exclaimed, grabbing his arm to pull him away from the device.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” He whispered in your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You hadn’t even realized how much closer you had gotten to him until you turned your head, finding his face just a hair away from yours.

You released your hold on his arm and tried to take a step back as your heart hammered in your chest, but you didn’t get too far. San was quicker. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his and holding you there firmly.

“Let me go!” You pushed against his chest, but his grip held firm, never wavering, and god, did you hate how that made your gut twist.

“I don’t think I will.” He told you, head dipping down to your jaw, and your body froze at the feeling of his lips brushing over your heated skin. “And I don’t think you want me to either.”

“I do–”

“No, you don’t. If you did, you would’ve moved earlier, and you definitely wouldn’t be rubbing your thighs together so pathetically.” His words made you flinch because you knew he was right, and you wanted to slap yourself for it.

“I am not. Now let me go–” You barely got to finish your sentence when his lips were on yours, his other hand tangling in your hair to keep you in place as you shoved and hit his chest. It wasn’t gentle, not even in the slightest, no, it was punishing and full of raw desire.

Then you bit his lip. Hard.

“Son of a bitch.” He cursed, pulling away from you and bringing his hand to his lip.

“You’re an ass.” You breathed out, once again trying to twist out of his hold.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he had you pinned down on his bed, his hand pinning your wrists above your head. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the dark and predatory gleam in his eyes as he looked down at you, his bottom lip covered in a thin layer of blood from where you bit him.

“Don’t be a brat. You’re the one who wanted this.” He growled, slotting his body against yours, successfully pinning you completely underneath him.

“I don’t want this, San. Please just let me go.” You cried out, but not because of what he was doing. No, your words had been a lie. You cried because, as much as you knew this was wrong, you found yourself soaking your underwear.

“Really? Then why aren’t you trying to fight against me?” He asked, a knowing smirk spreading across his lips.

He was right. You weren’t fighting against him. If anything, you were submitting to him, just like he wanted, and you hated it. You hated him. Hated the way that he was always right and that he could read you like the back of his hand. But you hated yourself even more because there was a part of you-a dark, deep, and dangerous part of you–that was enjoying this more than you should be.

When you didn’t say a word, he chuckled, head dipping down to your jaw, lips latching onto your skin. Then his hand slipped under the waistband of your sleep shorts, fingers parting your folds and instantly finding your throbbing clit. You tried to speak, scream, anything, but the only sound that left your lips was a pathetic whimper.

His lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, leaving wet kisses in his wake, but he made sure to leave marks. Big, deep red marks he knew you couldn’t hide. His teeth grazed over your jugular as he slid two fingers into your weeping cunt.

“S-San, d-don’t.” You choked out as he started to fuck his fingers into you, his thumb still pressing against your clit in tight circles.

He detached his lips from your skin before hovering over you once more, eyes boring right into yours as he continued to curl his fingers against your walls.

“Tell me to stop.” He spoke quietly, but his actions persisted.

You opened your mouth, but you hesitated. A part of you knew this was wrong, so, so, so wrong, but the other part of you crumbled under the desire that pooled in his dark orbs. Then the words fell from your parted lips, “I can’t. I want it.” Your voice dripped with need.

He smiled, a sinister, triumphant smile. You were right where he knew you’d fall, right where he wanted you. Then his fingers sped up, eyes studying your features as your head fell back, face twisting in pleasure.

You gasped when he released your lips just to wrap that same hand around your throat. He squeezed just enough to make your moans come out strangled—a dark, dangerous grin spreading across his face.

When he moved his hand, you felt him brush over that spongy spot deep in your walls, and shocks of pleasure rippling all throughout your body. You choked out a moan, hips jerking against him. He chuckled, lips finding yours once more in a bruising kiss.

You could barely keep up with his pace, white spots clouding your vision due to the lack of oxygen. Spit spilled past your joined lips, trickling down your cheeks and jaw. San swallowed each and every sound you made as he pulled your body closer and closer to an orgasm.

The lewd sound from your drenched cunt filled the room, making your head spin. A whimper falling from your lips as San bit at your bottom lip, pulling back before releasing it. Your body felt like it had been set ablaze, and the pleasure became almost overbearing as he abused your sweet spot. Another whimper fell from your parted lips, your body tensing under his, ready to shatter entirely.

San watched you like a predator would its prey, soaking in the way your body reacted to his. Your hands gripping at his forearm as he squeezed your throat. Tears spilling from the corner of your eyes as he continued to fuck his fingers deep into you. He knew you were close, your body just begging for that sweet release.

“Cum for me.” He demanded, thumb pressing firmly against your twitching clit, “cum on my fingers and I’ll give you what you really want.”

That was all that was needed for that coil deep in your gut to snap. You came with a strangled cry, body shaking underneath him as he continued to work his fingers into you. His pace never slowing, dragging your orgasm on, watching sadistically as you tried to beg him to stop, but your words came out incoherent. Your nails dug into his forearm as he pulled another, unexpected, orgasm from your still spazzing pussy.

“S-San!” You screamed his name, vision turning white from the intensity, and back arching off the mattress.

Then finally, he pulled his fingers from your abused walls, giving you a chance to breathe. Opening your eyes, you felt your gut twist once more as you watched him stick his fingers in his mouth. His eyes held yours as he made a show of licking every last drop of your juices off his digits.

“You taste so fucking sweet.” He growled, the sound going straight to your pussy and making you whimper. He chuckled, leaning over you once more, “Want a taste?”

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before his lips molded over yours, tongue parting your lips, and you let him. You let him invade your mouth, and you mewled at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“You’re mine, whether you like it or not.” He growled against your lips, free hand wrapping around the waistband of your bottoms and pulling them off your body along with your underwear.

“You’re obsessed.” You gasped out as he pulled away from your body to grab your bare hips, his dark gaze falling to your exposed heat.

He didn’t say a word, just made quick work of his pants and boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room. It wasn’t like he needed to say anything; the way his eyes trailed your bare body and the way his hands gripped your skin was all telling.

Your eyes widened as you watched him drop a ball of spit on your pussy, a chill running down your spine as you felt it trail from your clit to your entrance. Then his tip was poking at your slit, but not quite pushing in.

“If I’m obsessed, what does that make you, princess?” He cooed, hands tightening on your hips. A choked scream fell from your lips when he buried his cock in your walls with just a single thrust. “You were the one begging for this cock, weren’t you?”

He berated you as he pulled out to just the tip before slamming his hips back against yours. Your brain started to fog over as he kept his ruthless pace, and a series of incoherent moans fell from your swollen lips. His hand then found purchase on your neck once again, squeezing gently, causing your eyes to roll back.

“Do you still want me to stop, princess?” He hummed, leaning over your body, pushing himself deeper into your walls.

“F-Fuck! No–fuck, don’t stop, please.” You choked out, begging him as your hand grabbed his shoulder, nails digging into his shoulder to try and ground yourself.

“That’s what I thought.” He growled, lips latching onto yours, stealing all of the air from your lungs.

His pace was brutal and relentless, his hips slamming into you repeatedly. The loud sound of wet skin slapping and a mixture of your choked moans and his groans filled the room.

“S-San!” Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your high crash over you, body convulsing underneath his.

He didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down, easily throwing your body into a state of overstimulation, tears cascaded down your face, and broken moans left your lips. Your hips jerked when he moved his hand from your neck down to your pussy, fingers finding your clit.

“N-No!” You cried out, reaching down to push his hands away, but he just grabbed your wrists, using them as leverage to fuck into you. He used his other hand to play with your clit, and you felt that coil in your gut tighten quickly, way too quickly.

You didn’t even have a chance to warn him before your body started to seize, your release gushing out of you in waves, drenching San’s cock and the sheets underneath you. San groaned, eyes locked on your dripping cunt as he worked more of your sweet release out despite your pleas for him to stop.

“So fucking filthy.” He growled, lips pulling into that same sinister smirk, and you wished the ground would swallow you whole, but you didn’t have much to think about it before he pressed roughly against your clit once more, “I want you to do it again.”

Then his pace picked up even more, if that were possible, he released your wrists to grab your legs, throwing them over his shoulder. The new angle had you seeing stars and gasping for air. He hit your sweet spot repeatedly, not giving you even a millisecond to catch up.

Your loud moans bounced off the walls, hand pressing against his lower abdomen in hopes of getting him to at least slow down, but he never did. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails digging into your soft flesh, threatening to break skin.

“This pussy is all mine. You’re all mine.” He growled, slamming into you at an animalistic pace, knocking all of the air from your lungs. The posseiveness in his voice had you whimpering, walls tightening around him, “You like that, don’t you? You would like it if I claimed you, wouldn’t you?”

You tried to speak, but all that came out were incoherent babbles and cries of his name. You knew what he meant, your body responding where you couldn’t. Even with the risks, you wanted it, you stopped trying to fight him a while ago.

San bit back a groan when your walls tightened around him, a tell-tale sign that you were close. He bent over you, bending your body nearly in half, pulling a lewd moan from your lips. He fucked you deeper, as if he were trying to imprint the shape of his dick into your walls, and maybe he was.

“Let go, princess, cum for me.” He growled against your lips, “Cum all over my cock so I can fill you.”

You screamed, nails digging into the skin of his biceps as your orgasm tore through your body, causing your vision to nearly black out. Your legs shook violently between your bodies. He surged forward, pulling you into a messy kiss as he came, fucking his seed into your fluttering walls.

It wasn’t until he had gone completely soft that he stopped moving, but kept himself stuffed in your velvet walls. You lay there, breath ragged and hands lying on the bed next to your head as you tried to regulate your breaths.

After a few moments, San stood straight, allowing your trembling legs to fall around his waist. Then he was pulling out of your spent cunt, eyes watching with a sick pride as his cum spilled from your pussy.

“Perfect.” He whispered quietly, a smile that you couldn’t quite place spreading across his lips.

You watched wordlessly as he cleaned you, hands moving with precision before he leaned over your body once more, hand resting on your thigh. Your eyes fluttered when he grabbed the back of your neck with the other hand, kissing you.

It wasn’t sweet nor gentle, but it also wasn’t rough or bruising like the others. No, it was possessive, like he was informing you that you were his and his alone. You tried to kiss him back, your shaky hand reaching to grab his shoulder, but your mind was starting to slip from you.

“All mine.”

That was the last thing you heard before your eyes fluttered shut and your brain was consumed by darkness, hand falling back down to lay on your chest. San pulled away, eyes studying your features with sick satisfaction, knowing that he had you right in the palm of his hand.

And you allowed him to put you there.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮

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if you would like to join shoot me a DM and I'll send you the link!!

p.s. it's not just for writers it's for pretty much anyone but I'll be monitoring those who wanna join just to be safe!

what if I made a server for ateez writers/artist?? 👀

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what if I made a server for ateez writers/artist?? 👀

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☆ ── taglist ; @klllerwaifu @seomisaho @petalsforyuyu @m4n4-s4m4 @vtyb23 @life-is-a-game-of-thrones

SWEET PUNISHMENT ── k.hj

synopsis ; you had one job, and that was to take out your target, however, your target just so happened to be smarter than you took him for. hongjoong used your tactics against you, and you fell right into his hands. now, he had no choice but to punish you for even thinking you could defeat him.

pairing(s) ; hongjoong x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 5.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut w/ little plot ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, DARK THEMES!!!, cussing, kissing, extremely strong cnc/noncon vibes!!!, implied kidnapping, bondage, slight knife play, blood, fingering, choking, rough sex, biting/marking, slight dacryphilia, oral (f. receiving), power play, manhandling, clit play, pussy slapping, petnames (sweetheart, doll, baby...), unprotected sex, mean dom!hongjoong x sub!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breath play, joong is lowkey psychotic, dumbification, creampie, squirting, obsessive behavior, some degration and praise, drugging, crying, sweet aftercare at the end, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; this one goes out to @klllerwaifu for letting me ramble about this idea and helping me decide which member, enjoy babes 🤭. secondly, this one does have dark themes (I am on a roll with these dark-themed fics, istg), so please mind the tags and read at your own risk!!!

You weren’t sure where or how this mission had gone wrong. It was supposed to be simple: get in, eliminate the target, and get out. Now you had been warned prior to this mission that your target wasn’t a simple person and that you needed to be extremely careful when dealing with him. But you were confident, you always have been, knowing that you could get it done without any problems.

Maybe that was your downfall.

“Agent l/n, do you copy?” Your radio sparked to life next to your head, the voice of your commander flowing through with a bit of static.

The sound woke you, and as soon as your eyes opened, memories flashed before you. Your heart was beating in your chest, almost loud enough to echo in your ears as you struggled in the binds you were now in. Your lips were covered by a piece of dark grey duct tape, limiting any and all sounds that you could make.

The radio continued to go off almost as if it were there just to tease you. A reminder that you had failed your job and could very well have ended your own life.

Then the door opened.

Your eyes flew open, arms thrashing in the restraints that held them onto the pole behind you. The light was almost blinding as it invaded the darkness that surrounded you. And your heart felt like it was trying to jump out of your throat, muffled cries pulling from your throat.

“Agent l/n respond now or we’ll–” Then the voice came to a sickening end when his foot smashed the piece of plastic.

“You’re awake.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine, eyes flickering up to meet his dark gaze.

Kim Hongjoong. Your target. The man that you were supposed to kill. He was wanted by the government for his horrendous and borderline psychotic behavior. Someone who wasn’t easy to deal with, which is why they sent you. Yet he somehow managed to outsmart you and turned your trap right back around on you.

Now he had you trapped in what you could only guess was a basement, the cool concrete floor hard against your thighs. You tugged on the ropes that held your hands, eyes darting all across the room, trying to find an escape.

“Oh, you sweet thing.” His voice was condescending as he knelt in front of you, hand reaching out to grab your chin harshly. A small whimper fell from your covered lips as he jerked your head to face him, his eyes dark as he looked at you. “It’s pointless to think about running…” He leaned down, barely a hair away from your face, and you flinched back, trying to get away, but his grip was too strong. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Then the games started.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in that basement before he finally let you roam free in the small room. All the joints in your body ached in protest when you stood for the first time in days.

You wandered around the room, looking for any weak spots in the wall. But there were none, as if he planned for this. Even the small window that you couldn’t even reach was barred over; no sign of budging.

He would come down around the same time every night, bringing you food, and would sit there to watch you. Not a word would be spoken; your lips clamped shut, too scared of what he might do if you did speak.

This cycle went on for what felt like weeks, until one day. As he was leaving, you noticed that the door never latched all of the way. You waited for a few moments longer just in case he realized and came back to shut it entirely.

Once you were sure that he wouldn’t be coming back, you slowly rose to your feet. Your heart thundered in your ears the closer you got to the door, hands trembling as you reached for the handle. Swallowing thickly, you pulled the door open slowly, hoping to minimize the creaking sound.

Fear and dread dug their claws further into your spine as you took that first step, your stomach turning. Questions started to fill your mind. Were you really supposed to be doing this? What if he was waiting out there for you?

Trying to shake off that fear, you told yourself that if you could at least get to a weapon, if the door weren’t available, then you would be okay. You knew that all of your training would come in handy when it came to hand-to-hand combat or even shooting a gun.

With renowned confidence, you crept up the stairs, keeping your steps light so as not to alert him or anyone else that may be up there. Your fingers wrapped tightly around the railing, keeping your body steady as you stopped in front of the closed door.

You stood there for a moment, breath caught in your throat as you listened for any movement on the other side. But there was nothing. You weren’t sure whether it gave you reassurance or made your unease ten times worse, but as you reached for the door and pushed it open, a flood of relief washed over your body.

There was no sign of anyone around; the only sounds that you could hear were the soft drips of water from the leaky faucet and the creak of the floorboards under your feet. Walking over to the counter, you looked for any kind of weapon, trying to stay quiet just in case Hongjoong was still in the house.

Opening a drawer, you were met with a cluster of silverware. Searching through it, you found a large kitchen knife, your fingers wrapping around the hilt carefully. Closing the drawer, you turned back around, your heart in your throat, scared that he would jump out of the shadows at any moment.

Walking out of the kitchen, you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you, but when you looked around, you couldn’t find anyone. Looking down the hall, you couldn’t see any lights under the doors, but you could see the front door right at the very end.

Tears started to flood your eyes, believing that you were finally gonna get out unharmed. Still light on your feet, you made your way towards the door, your heart hammering in your chest the closer you got. You were going to be free, and you could go home to pretend like none of this had happened, and probably move so Hongjoong would never find you again.

Then a cloth was placed over your mouth while another hand grabbed your wrist to keep you from swinging the knife. You screamed, thrashing in their hold, hoping to break free. However, the more you struggled, the weaker your body started to feel.

He was using some kind of drug, and no matter how much you tried to fight off the urge to sleep, your body was pulled into that darkness, the knife slipping from your now limp hand.

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, pulling your body closer to his as he removed the cloth from your mouth, his lips right next to your ear. “Better luck next time, doll.”

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When you awoke, you were surrounded in darkness, your hands tied above your head once again. You tried to scream, but there was something obstructing your voice. Tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to look around the room.

In the darkness, you could make out that you were in some sort of bedroom, outlines of furniture being your only tell. You tried to sit up, but you realized that your legs were also bound, causing panic to settle deep in your chest.

You thrashed around, hoping that the binds would come loose and you could sneak out of the window you saw on the other side of the room. The bed creaked under your weight, and your skin was starting to turn red the more you pulled against the rope, nearly breaking the skin.

Then you heard the door latch open, and your whole body froze; your eyes flickered over to where the small amount of light seeped into the room. Tears blurred your vision as you watched him walk into the room, a carefree aura surrounding him the further into the room he stepped.

“Well, don’t you look cute all tied up like this?” Hongjoong smirked, stalking closer to you. He watched in sick amusement as your eyes squeezed shut as he turned the lamp next to the bed on, the action causing more tears to fall from your bloodshot eyes.

You tried to plead with him with your eyes and whines, but he just smirked before reaching out for you. You flinched when his hand made contact with your face, thumb brushing over your tears. Not to wipe them away but rather smear them further across your cheek.

“I told you that you couldn’t leave, yet you still tried to.” He put on a faux pout, his finger tracing the curve of your jaw before moving down to your neck. Your eyes grew wide as it dawned on you that he had left the basement door unlatched on purpose.

He was testing you.

You started to thrash around in your restraints once more, hoping by some miracle that you could get away from him. As soon as his hand wrapped around your throat, gripping tightly, all of your movements stopped, wide eyes staring at him.

A sinister smirk spread across his lips as he took in the unfiltered terror that pooled in your teary eyes. He tightened his grip a little more, a chill running down his spine at the weak whimper that left your covered lips.

“I gotta punish you now, baby.” He spoke softly, an utter contrast to how his hand was adding more pressure. Your vision started to swim as your oxygen was almost completely cut off, black spots clouding your vision. This was it; you were going to die here at the hands of the man you were tasked with taking care of.

Soft cries fell from your lips as you let your eyes flutter close, your body shaking in his hold. You were ready to accept your fate because you knew that you weren’t gonna be able to get out of this.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt his warm breath wash over your tear-stained face, pupils dilating as you noticed how close his face was to yours. Your breath hitched in your contracted throat as you saw the hunger pooling in his eyes.

“Keep your eyes open, I want you to watch as I ravage you.” He told you, his grip tightening a little more, causing your body to jolt. You couldn’t watch him; you didn’t want to believe that this was happening. A snarl pulled on Hongjoon’s lips, his teeth peeking out as he watched you close your eyes once more. He released your neck to grab your face, squishing your cheeks before bringing something to your throat.

“Open your eyes.” He growled, and your eyes shot open at the feeling of the cold metal against your skin. You didn’t have to see it to know that he had a knife pressed against your exposed throat, threatening to break skin. More tears spilled from your eyes as he smirked down at you. You tried to plead with your eyes, but he just shook his head.

“Naughty things like you deserve to be punished,” He spoke, moving his hand from your face but keeping the knife close as he forced your thighs apart. That’s when you realized that he had taken your pants off, leaving you in just your tank top and underwear. You cried out, trying to shut your legs, but he was stronger. “Only then will you learn what’s right and wrong.”

Your eyes snapped shut when his fingers brushed over the front of your underwear; however, the action caused his actions to halt. His body went still, and the fear twisting in your gut pulled even more. A sharp cry fell from your lips when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back and pressing the knife further against your neck. The sharp blade broke skin, causing blood to pool out, trailing down your skin before dripping onto the sheets.

“I swear to fucking god if you close your eyes again I will slice you wide open and leave you here to bleed out.” His voice was dark, the vibration going straight to your head, making your vision spin when you opened your eyes. Tears fell from your eyes like waterfalls, some sticking to your eyelashes as you nodded your head to the best of your ability.

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed at you for a moment, waiting for you to disobey again. When you didn’t, he removed his hand from your hair, letting your neck relax. A muffled whimper fell from your lips as you felt more blood seep from your wound.

Your hips jolted when his hand came in contact with your clothed cunt, pressing right against your clit. The pressure had your mind swirling, your chest tight as you prayed for this to be over soon. Your fingers curled into fists above your head, nails digging into your palm.

“Ya know, for someone fighting so much, your fucking soaked.” He mocked you, moving your panties to the side, fingers dipping between your fold, feeling your slick coat his digits. You tried to close your legs once more when he teased your entrance, but he just slapped your thigh, making you cry out. “Open your legs.”

You sniffled, spreading your shaky legs, watching as he moved the knife from your neck. The relief you felt was fleeting as he hooked the blade under your panties before pulling. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room, almost deafening.

“You’re dripping, doll. Look at this.” He chuckled darkly, reaching back and cutting the ropes that held your legs to the bedframe. He then set the knife at his side before grabbing your thighs and folding your body until your ass lay against his chest, legs hanging over his shoulders.

You let out a gasp when he used his hands to pull your folds apart, the light gleaning off your slick. Hongjoong’s eyes bore into yours as he leaned down, blowing onto your drenched cunt. The sensation had your clit twitching and your walls clenching around nothing. You tried to move from him, but his grip was far too tight, keeping you right against him. Then his lips latched onto your clit, eyes watching as your body jolted, a choked moan falling from your covered lips.

His movements were anything but gentle, sucking harshly on your swollen clit before moving down to fuck your pussy with his tongue. Sparks danced across your vision as his nose pressed against your clit, hips bucking due to the sensation. He hummed against you, sending vibration through your core and making your head spin, a loud cry tearing from your throat. He continued to eat you out like a feral animal, leaving your body trembling in his hold as you tried to keep yourself from slipping into the unwanted pleasure. You continued to tug on the restraints that held you in place, hoping they would budge, but they didn’t.

You cried out, head falling back as he latched onto your clit once more, sucking harshly. The pillow underneath your head was stained with your tears that continued to flow from your eyes. Sobs racked your body the closer he brought you to your high, begging him to stop and leave you alone, but those pleas were inaudible due to the tape that still covered your mouth.

Hatred started to fill your veins as you felt that knot in your gut start to tighten, not just towards him but also yourself for feeling so good given the circumstances. Hongjoong smirked against you, his grip tightening on your thighs when your body started to shake uncontrollably. He could tell you were close, the way your walls were fluttering around his tongue and your broken moans all giving you away.

“Cum for me. You know you want to.” He cooed against you before diving right back into your pussy with renowned vigor. The mixture of the vibrations from his hums and the way he let his teeth scrape against your skin had that knot finally snapping. Your body convulsed in his hold, eyes rolling back as more tears spilled down your face, and your legs shook around his head, threatening to snap shut if it weren’t for his hold. Hongjoong, however, didn’t let up. No, he continued to devour you with a psychotic gleam in his eyes as he watched you completely fall apart before him.

Your brain started to fog over as silent screams fell from your muffled lips. Your muscles tensed, shoulders beginning to cramp from the awkward angle that he was holding you in, your fingers going numb. As much as you didn’t want to, your body started to melt into his hold, allowing itself to become overtaken by pleasure, but you continued to try and break free.

A strangled cry tore from your lungs when he unexpectedly pushed two of his fingers past your entrance, curling them against your walls. Your legs moved to snap shut, but he was quicker, grabbing one of your thighs and keeping it in place.

Hongjoong chuckled against you when your hips jerked as he found that spongey spot deep in your walls. Your body tensed as another high approached. Then, when he nipped at your twitching clit that high crashed into you like a freight train. White spots clouded your vision, your body convulsing in his hold, and your back arched, pushing your hips further into his face.

Your eyes rolled back while he slurped all of your juices as he worked you through your high. He didn’t leave a single drop go to waste before he finally pulled away, letting air back into your lungs, seeing that you had been holding your breath. He kissed the bundle of nerves, causing a small squeak to leave your lip, hips jerking in his hands.

When he laid your body back down on the bed, you could feel your muscles start to relax, your chest rising and falling erratically. You fought the urge to close your eyes, knowing that the knife was just within his reach and the thought of what he could do to you terrified you.

Your body jerked when you felt his fingers on your sensitive cunt, a cry falling from your lips as you shook your head desperately. Hongjoong just watched with a smirk as you begged him with your eyes to stop, but that smirk soon fell once you pulled your hips away from his hand.

A loud cry tore through your lips as he slapped your pussy, and the tape came loose due to your tears and sweat. He repeated it a few more times before plunging his fingers back into you, roughly pressing on your clit with his thumb.

“Hongjoong!” You screamed as another high washed over you without any warning, stars dancing across your vision, and breathless moans spilled from your lips.

“Fuck you sound so sweet screaming my name, sweetheart.” The corner of his lip twitched as he watched your body shake uncontrollably.

“P-Please.” You hiccuped, tears cascading down your flushed cheeks as you lifted your head. Hongjoong, however, just ignored you, continuing to fuck his fingers into your spazzing cunt.

“Gimme another one, doll.” He commanded, his eyes burning into your body, and your jaw fell slack as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your oversensitive cunt. When he was finally satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of you, keeping your dazed gaze as he shoved his fingers in his mouth.

A choked cry tore from your lips as you watched him. You wanted so badly to look away, to run away from the intensity of his eyes, but the presence of the knife was heavy in the air. The way he licked your slick off of his fingers was nothing short of lewd, the sound echoing off the walls.

Once he was finished, he grabbed your hips, tugging your body down to his. A mixture of a cry and a gasp fell from your lips when he pressed his hips against yours. You could feel him through his jeans, and fresh tears pooled in your eyes as you realized what he was about to do.

“You taste so fucking good.” He growled, leaning over you until he was merely inches away from your face, his breath fanning your wet face. You started to open your mouth to beg him to let you go, but were cut off when he grabbed your throat before sealing his lips over yours.

The kiss was anything but sweet and gentle. No, it was bruising and punishing, his tongue forcing itself into your mouth. You tried to back away, but he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough to break skin and eliciting a cry from you.

“The more you fight, the more fun this gets.” He whispered against your lips, a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he looked down at you.

You wanted to scream, to cry, to beg him to stop, but the bruising hold he had on your throat made it hard to. The cut under his palm stung as he added more pressure to it. Then his lips were back on yours, and your breath hitched.

“S-Stop, pleas–”

“Shut up, we both know you don’t want me to.” He growled, glaring down at you, and you started to protest, but the words died on your tongue when you felt his tip at your entrance. You hadn’t even realized that he undid his jeans.

“N-No. Hongjoong, please.” You cried out, fighting against your restraints, but he just chuckled. He leaned up, keeping his hold on your neck so you wouldn’t move too much. His other hand grabbed his length, teasing your folds and watching in amusement as your hips jerked every time his tip hit your clit.

A strangled cry tore through your lips when he suddenly forced himself into your tight walls. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as broken sobs racked your body. He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he was pulling out and slamming back in.

“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The same word fell from your parted lip like a mantra as Hongjoong’s hips slammed against yours repeatedly in a ruthless manner. “S-Stop! ‘S too much!”

“No, it’s not. Now be good and take it.” He growled, one hand grabbing your hip with a vice-like grip. A high-pitched whine fell from your lips when his hand around your neck tightened, almost cutting off your oxygen supply completely. “You’re mine now, doll. Mine to ravish. Mine to claim.”

His pace grew rougher, and you were sure that there would be bruises all over your body by the time he decided he was finished with you.

“N-No– fuck!” You squeaked out, eyes threatening to close as he brushed over your sweet spot.

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, squeezing your throat again, watching as your jaw fell open. “Don’t kid yourself, baby. You were mine the moment you left that basement.”

You wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that what he was doing was wrong. Yet all your words died on your tongue the moment he released your neck to play with your swollen clit. Hongjoong continued to thrust into you hard and deep, his pace never slowing, and you could already feel another orgasm creeping up your spine. The words came out jumbled and incoherent as you tried to say anything, your eyes rolling when he added more pressure on your clit.

You were clenching around him like crazy, causing him to groan, grip growing tighter. “Close already, doll?” He teased, a breath groan falling from his lips when you clenched around him again. “Go ahead, cum for me, sweetheart. Then I’ll fill you to the brim with my seed, claiming you wholly.”

You shook your head desperately, squirming in his hold, trying to break free, but just like before, his grip was far too tight. A strangled cry of his name fell from your lips when he slapped your pussy again, and again until you came once more.

“H-Hongjo–” You choked out his name, but were cut off when he threw one of your legs over his shoulder. The change in position had your mind swimming, overcome with pleasure as he fucked into you with such fever you were scared that you’d shatter.

“Fuck.” He groaned, watching your body convulse in his hold as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot. His own high was starting to build.

Your eyes fluttered open, a different kind of gleam reflecting off of them, and Hongjoong could’ve sworn he’d cum just from the sight alone. The sound of his name falling from your parted lips and the absolute fucked out expression on your face was almost as euphoric as having his cock buried in your heat. He wasn’t going to last much longer in this state. Moving one hand down, he pressed against your aching clit once more, watching as your back arched, a loud moan spilling from your lips. Your hips moved, meeting his thrusts, and your body felt like it had been set aflame.

The knot in the pit of your gut tightened to unimaginable levels, like your body was about to explode. However, before you even got the chance to warn Hongjoong, your high crashed over you. Your release gushed out in waves, soaking his cock and the sheets underneath you. It felt as if your soul had been pulled from your body as he continued to toy with your clit, your walls fluttering like crazy around him.

“Fucking hell, look at the mess you’ve made, doll.” He chuckled, eyes glued to your cunt as he coaxed more of your release from you. Your head fell back onto the pillows with a whine, hips jerking as he kept his relentless pace.

Hongjoong could feel his high right on the tip of his tongue, so he let your leg fall back to his side before grabbing your hips tightly, fucking into you at an almost animalistic pace. A series of broken cries and moans fell from your lips as he continued to fuck into you harshly.

“Fuck, Joongie, please!” You screamed out, back arching when he finally buried himself to the hilt, his release gushing out in waves. His body collapsed over yours, his face falling into your chest as you both caught your breath.

The room was silent for several moments before Hongjoong lifted himself from your chest, taking in your fucked out face. Tears staining your red cheeks and your swollen lips parted as you tried to catch your breath, the tape still stuck to your skin on one side. He reached forward, pulling the tape the rest of the way off as gently as he could, but a soft whimper fell from your lips regardless.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him through blurry vision, and you tugged at your restraints once more. He chuckled, leaning over you until his lips brushed over your ear, fingers pressing into your hips.

“Should I let you go now, doll? Will you be a good girl?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice, and you whined, not trusting your voice at that moment. With a soft chuckle, he pulled away from you before reaching up and finally letting your arms free.

A pathetic whine fell from your lips as you felt your shoulders relax, joints protesting. Hongjoong untied your hands and tossed the ropes off somewhere in the room. You let out a whine when he pulled out of your walls. The feeling of his cum oozing out of you made a chill run down your spine.

“You broke character there at the end, baby.” He teased you, shifting away from your body so he could fix his clothes.

You looked away from him bashfully, knowing full well that you did. “It felt too good.”

The quiet whine in your voice caused him to chuckle before leaning over and kissing your forehead gently, your eyes fluttering closed in the process. You reached out for him, and he took your hand in his, pressing soft kisses on your knuckles and palm before whispering against your skin.

“Stay here; I’ll run a bath for you. Then we can go to bed, alright?” He asked, and you gave him a sleepy nod, causing him to smile fondly. Squeezing your hand, he stood from the bed. His eyes then fell to your neck, and he reached up, eliciting a small hiss of pain from you as he brushed over the cut. “I didn’t mean to break skin, baby. Are you alright?” He asked, eyes full of worry as he inspected the cut, making sure it wasn’t too bad, but you just caressed his cheek, telling him that it was okay, and he sighed. “Try not to fall asleep on me.”

Then he was out of the room, but not for very long before he came back to collect you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom before sitting you down on the ledge of the tub, letting you slip inside yourself.

You let out a contented sigh as you submerged yourself into the warm water, your muscles finally relaxing fully for the first time all night. Hongjoong sat behind you, hands gently massaging your sore shoulders as he pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“You did so well, but I don’t know if we can do that one again. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He pouted softly as he grabbed a rag to clean the cut on your throat, but you just shook your head.

“I’m okay, Joong. I promise. Plus, it was hot as fuck seeing you so in character.” You giggled, and he raised an eyebrow at you before a smirk tugged on the corners of his lips.

“Really? Then what should we do next? Masked killer chasing the girl in the woods, maybe?” He asked, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. The thought of his chasing you through the wood sent a chill down your spine, a flicker of excitement blooming in your chest. If there was one thing about dating Hongjoong, it was that there was never a dull moment in your sex life.

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