Toxin Hongjoong version
WC~2.2k
CW: 18+, NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, BDSM, Bondage, Restraints, Vibrator Use, Overstimulation, Power Dynamics, Dominance/Submissive Dynamics, Dirty Talk, Praise/Degradation, Cockwarming, Fingering Teasing, Consensual Throat Holding, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Crying During Sex (Consensual), Aftercare not Mentioned
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The room is dim, smelling of expensive cologne and the sharp, metallic scent of arousal. You are splayed open, wrists and ankles bound tightly to the corners of the bed, your body arched in a permanent, desperate curve. The only sound filling the silence is the relentless, aggressive *vr-vr-vr-vr* of the magic wand pressed firmly against your clit. It’s held in place by a tight leather strap, ensuring that every single vibration sinks deep into your nerve endings, hammering away at your pleasure center without a second of reprieve.
You are drowning in it. The sensation has long since passed the point of simple pleasure; it is now a screaming, electric overload that makes your vision blur. You buck against the restraints, the leather biting into your skin, but you don't care. You can't care about anything other than the white-hot fire between your legs. Ugly, needy tears stream down your cheeks, your breath coming in jagged, broken sobs as you thrash, trying to escape the vibration and chase it at the same time.
"Hongjoong! Please!" you scream, your voice raw. "I can't—I can't take it! Please, make it stop, or just... just fuck me! Please!"
Hongjoong doesn't answer. He stands just a few feet away, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching you with a calm, predatory intensity. He looks entirely unaffected by your desperation, his dark eyes tracking the way your thighs tremble and the way your hips jerk involuntarily every time the wand hits a particularly sensitive spot. He is the master of this silence, enjoying the way you've been reduced to a shaking, sobbing mess of need.
When he finally moves, your heart leaps into your throat. He steps closer, the heat of his body radiating off him. You let out a broken moan, thinking the torture is over, but as he reaches out, his touch is agonizingly light. He doesn't go for the wand. He doesn't go for your soaking wet pussy. Instead, he begins to trace.
His fingertips barely graze your skin, a ghostly touch that starts at your collarbone and drifts slowly down your ribs. He is tracing the contours of your body with a maddening slowness, his touch so soft it’s almost a tease. You shiver violently, your back arching off the mattress.
"Stop... please, just touch me there," you wail, your hips snapping upward, trying to force your wetness against his hand.
"Shh," he whispers, his voice a low, commanding rumble that vibrates in your chest. "I'm just tracing your body, darling. Just feel it. Taste the rush."
He traces the curve of your waist, then the swell of your hip, his fingers dancing around the edges of your heat but never entering it. The contrast is torture—the violent, buzzing intensity of the wand against the delicate, teasing ghost of his touch. You are overstimulated to the point of madness, your pussy pulsing and leaking, dripping onto the sheets in a desperate invitation. You beg him, your words dissolving into incoherent moans and pleas, until you are nothing but a raw nerve.
Finally, the coldness in his eyes breaks, replaced by a dark, hungry heat. He doesn't turn off the vibrator. He doesn't remove the strap. He simply unzips his trousers, his thick, rigid cock springing free, pulsing with its own need.
He enters you in one slow, deliberate thrust.
You scream, a loud, guttural sound of pure relief and agony as your soaking wet walls clamp around him. The sensation is explosive. With the wand still buzzing fiercely against your clit and his cock filling every inch of your internals, your nervous system practically shorts out. You are cockwarming him, your internal muscles spasming and fluttering in violent rhythms, milking him with an intensity that makes him groan deep in his throat.
He doesn't move fast; he stays deep, letting you feel the sheer girth of him while the vibrator continues its relentless assault. Your pussy is a vice, clamping down on him in desperate, rhythmic pulses, trying to suck every drop of pleasure from him while you hover on the jagged edge of a shattering orgasm. You are trapped between the humming machine and his hard flesh, your body trembling so hard the entire bed shakes.
“Fuck so tight can feel you spamming on my dick.” Hongjoong moans
“Please fuck me" you cry the heat from the vibrator goes through your core down your legs. You can feel your toes curl, and your body is on fire.
Somehow feeling overwhelmed yet still wanting more made you feel like such a whore you could help but crying out begging for what you didn’t even know at that point.
He shifts his weight, pressing the base of his cock deep inside you, cockwarming every inch while the vibrator thrums wildly. Your body trembles uncontrollably, tears streaming as you sob and beg. Hongjoong’s hand moves to your throat, a silent command to stay still, savoring your helpless submission and exquisite overstimulation.
Your soaked pussy clenches fiercely around his cock, the vibrator buzzing mercilessly against your hypersensitive clit. Hongjoong leans down, whispering cruel promises in your ear while his fingers trace slow, torturous circles on your trembling skin, prolonging your torment as you beg for the sweet release he refuses to grant.
Hongjoong lets out a low, guttural groan, his forehead resting against yours as he feels the sheer force of your reaction. You are fucking him so tight it’s almost painful, your internal walls spasming in violent, erratic waves that grip his shaft like a vice. Every flutter, every desperate squeeze of your pussy is a testament to how far gone you are, milking him with a primal urgency that makes his hips twitch involuntarily.
"God, you're so tight," he rasps, his voice thick with lust. "I can feel you shaking around me... just fucking trembling."
The vibrator is still there, a relentless, buzzing demon pressed against your clit, sending waves of electric heat screaming through your core. The sensation doesn't stop at your pelvis; it radiates outward, a molten current that flows down your thighs and settles in your extremities, making your toes curl tightly against the sheets. Your entire body is on fire, a symphony of overstimulation that leaves you breathless and broken.
"Please... please fuck me!" you cry out, the words dissolving into a sob. You don't even know what you're asking for anymore—whether you want him to stop the buzzing or drive you deeper into the madness. The contradiction of feeling completely overwhelmed yet craving more relentless stimulation makes you feel like a total whore, a desperate animal stripped of everything but need. You wail into the quiet room, begging for a release that feels miles away, your voice raw from screaming.
Hongjoong doesn't give you the rhythm you crave. Instead, he shifts his weight, grinding his pelvis forward to press the very base of his cock deep inside you. He bottoms out, filling you completely, cockwarming every sensitive inch of your vaginal canal while the wand thrums wildly against your clit. The dual assault is too much; you arch your back, your chest heaving, tears streaming uncontrollably as you sob into the mattress. You are a captive to the pleasure, pinned between the hard leather of the restraints and the unrelenting hardness of his body.
Suddenly, his hand moves from your hip to your throat. He doesn't squeeze hard enough to choke you, but the pressure is a firm, silent command to stay still, to endure. He loves the way your pulse hammers against his palm, the way your throat bobs as you swallow a whimper. He is savoring your helpless submission, watching the way your eyes roll back in your head from the exquisite torture of the overstimulation.
Your soaked pussy clenches fiercely around him, a rhythmic, desperate pulsing that tries to draw him deeper, to force a climax from him that would surely shatter you. The vibrator continues its merciless assault, buzzing with a high-frequency intensity that makes your vision flicker with white sparks.
Hongjoong leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending a fresh shiver through your frame. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice a cruel, velvet caress. "Begging for it... sobbing for me... but I'm not done with you yet."
As he speaks, his free hand begins to move again, his fingertips tracing slow, torturous circles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, barely touching you, teasing the edges of your sanity. He is prolonging the torment, keeping you balanced on that jagged, agonizing edge of a climax that he refuses to grant. You are trapped in a loop of pleasure and pain, your body vibrating in sync with the machine, your soul screaming for the release that only he can provide.
A cruel, knowing smile curls Hongjoong’s lips as he shifts his grip. With a sudden, deliberate movement, he presses the head of the vibrator harder against your swollen clit, pinning it firmly into your flesh. The buzzing becomes unbearable, a high-voltage scream of pleasure that vibrates through your entire pelvis, turning your nerves into raw, exposed wires. You let out a strangled shriek, your hips bucking violently against the restraints, but there is no escape from the relentless thrumming.
He begins to move again, but it is a torturous, agonizingly slow rhythm. He slides his cock out until only the tip remains, then pushes back in with a glacial pace, stretching your walls to their absolute limit. His hand remains clamped around your throat, the pressure firm and possessive, while his other hand continues to trace those slow, deliberate circles on your skin. The contrast is maddening—the brutal, high-speed buzzing of the wand and the agonizingly slow friction of his shaft. You sob, your voice breaking as you beg for mercy, for a release, for anything to stop the electric storm raging in your core. He only intensifies the pressure, pushing you deeper into a state of blissful, shattered agony.
Then, without warning, he pulls out.
He slides out completely, the sudden absence of his heat leaving you feeling hollow and exposed. The vacuum of his departure is a physical blow. You let out a heartbroken wail, thrashing your body against the leather straps, your pussy pulsing desperately for the fullness that was just there. "No! No, please! Put it back! Please!" you scream, your voice raw, sobbing with a primal need that borders on insanity. You are empty, shivering, and still vibrating from the wand, leaving you in a state of absolute vulnerability.
Before you can even draw a breath to beg again, he shoves back in.
It is a brutal, sudden invasion. He slams into you with such force it feels as though he’s hitting your stomach, the impact knocking the wind out of you. You gasp, your eyes widening, but he doesn't give you a second to process the sensation. Just as quickly as he entered, he rips himself back out, leaving you gaping and desperate.
Your mouth hangs open, a silent scream trapped in your throat. You are completely undone, your mind fracturing under the erratic pace. He repeats the motion over and over—hard, fast, and deep. He is no longer teasing; he is conquering. Each thrust is a violent collision, his cock smashing against your deepest, most sensitive spot with rhythmic precision. Every time he hits that mark, sparks and white flames explode behind your eyelids, sending jolts of electricity through your entire frame.
With one final, heavy thrust, he bottoms out, slamming into that sweet spot and staying there. He doesn't pull back this time; instead, he begins to grind his pelvis against you, his cock rotating inside your tight, soaking walls, maximizing the friction.
"Cum on my cock," he commands, his voice a low, dominant growl that vibrates against your skin. "Milk me, baby. Let me feel everything."
The command is the final trigger. Without your body's permission, you erupt. It feels like a white flame rushing through your veins, a violent, systemic collapse of pleasure. Your vision goes pure white, and your internal walls clamp down on him in a series of rhythmic, crushing spasms. You are screaming, your body arching so hard your spine nearly snaps, caught in the grip of an orgasm so intense it feels like you're being torn apart.
But Hongjoong doesn't stop. As you are peaking, he begins to fuck you through the climax. He jams his cock into you with fast, hard slaps, his hips colliding with yours in a frantic blur of motion. He continues to smash that sensitive spot over and over, driving you further into the abyss of overstimulation. The sensation is too much; the pleasure crosses the threshold into a sensory overload that makes your consciousness flicker. You feel yourself drifting, the world fading into a haze of white noise and heat.
You drift for a moment, floating in the afterglow, only to be yanked back to reality by a wet, sliding sensation. You open your eyes to find him still inside you, slowly sliding just the tip of his cock in and out of your gapping, ruined hole. You are leaking, a messy mixture of your own cream and his cum dripping down your thighs.
He looks down at you, a sweet, predatory smile on his lips. "Who said you could pass out?" he whispers, his eyes dark with an insatiable hunger. "You missed some of my love... guess that means I'll just have to show you again."
