𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ── 𝐊.𝐘𝐒
Pairing: Club Owner!Yeosang x Innocent!Reader.
【Summary】: You were a runaway. Trying to find salvation. To find freedom... but all you ended up being was trapped in yet another cage.
『Word count』: 6.7k
-> Genre: Mafia Au. Smut. Pwp. Angst
[Warnings]: Mean Dom Yeosang. Reader is a virgin. Biting. Marking. Unprotected sex. Anal. Oral (both received). Spit kink. Cum everywhere. Pussy slapping. Spanking. Rough sex. Manipulation. Dub-con..ish.. Yeosang is a charmer. Lip ring on Yeosang hehe. Dirty talk. Improper use of a weapon... Listen this is messy and can be very triggering so readers discretion is advised. If you don't like it, block me. Lmk if i missed anything ♥
Notes: Ever since the teaser for Adrenaline came out. I've been cooking. My babies Kay and Keri filled my brain with so many ideas that I could not just leave them there. So everyone say thank you to them hehe. ♥ @stxrrywoo @redemptions .. (also this isn't beta read or edited properly so ignore any and all mistakes. Teehee)
HAPPY ATEEZ COMEBACK DAY! ♥
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The bass throbbed a relentless pulse through the floorboards, a guttural hum that vibrated deep in your bones. It was something you’d never experienced before: the feeling of booming in your heart, with a thump, thump, thump, burning your ears and stinging your frontal lobe in the best way, was almost euphoric. Even the smell of sweat, the crowd of bodies, and the screams and shouts from strangers made you tingle and vibrate with excitement.
It was a stark contrast to the sudden, unsettling quiet of the back room you’ve now been pulled into. The sticky sweetness of spilled soda plastered your shirt to your clammy skin, leaving the fabric almost transparent. The cold liquid made you cold, and the AC in the room did not help. It made you shiver despite the warmth radiating from the man who now stood before you. The man who still had a tight hold on your forearm. The man who looked at you with fire in his gaze.
Kang Yeosang.
A man you have no idea just how dangerous he is, while he dragged away from prying eyes. A man that hummed with an undeniable power… and it resonated with a part of you that did not yet exist. His eyes, obsidian under the club’s dim light, bore into yours, stripping away the thin veneer of composure you desperately tried to keep. Your phone, forgotten in your soaked pocket, kept buzzing frantically for the thousandth time this evening, a desperate vibration against your thigh. Each pulse creating a fresh wound… A reminder of the life you had only just fled, and the terror that still clung to you like a second skin...
“You’ve never been down here before.” His sharp voice almost made you jump, letting your hazy eyes start up at him.
“W-what?” you murmured.
“Here, in the pitt. I’ve never seen you before. Why?” His question sounded backhanded and dismissive. Like, he didn’t even want to ask them. But his eyes said something else. The perfect poker expression he thought he mastered had nothing on you.
Why…
“I don’t get out much.” You had no idea what to reply. Oh, the reason you’ve never seen me around is that my parents keep me locked away like some animal unless I’m at school, and even then, my older brothers act as my prison guards… Yeah… definitely not saying that.
“Hmm.” Was all he said, his jaw clenching as he looked you up and down. And if it was a split reaction. His free hand reached for your front pocket, pulling out your phone before stepping away from you.
“HEY! Give that back.” Before you could even stretch out your arm to retrieve your phone. The man gave you a deathly glare, one that made your blood run cold. “It…it doesn’t belong to you.”
Yeosang chuckled, clicking his tongue. “Everything that walks through those doors belongs to me… including you.” His gaze scans over the texts and missed calls on your front screen. Slurs and derogatory remarks fly through each message. Spouting name after name, saying the worst possible thing about you. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together… When you had walked through the front doors of the club, Yeosang knew something was up, that something was off about you.. Something wrong.
Abuse wasn’t what crossed his mind first, if he was honest. A young straight-A wandering into his club looking to be tainted wasn’t new. But you came here to…hide? You are so out of place. Yeosang couldn’t help but think, a little mouse walking right into the lion's den, hoping to find salvation.
“I can offer you help…” He threw your phone like it was nothing, onto the desk behind you. The one you were currently leaning on, while he fumed silently. He didn’t even know you for more than an hour, and he already wants to kill everyone who ever hurt you. Like there was this overwhelming possession to you. The need to claim you, mark you. Have you as his and his alone, growing with every breath he took in your presence.
“But listen carefully, I don’t run a charity, love,” his voice, a low growl, cut through the residual ringing in your ears, “You can stay here…. For a price that is.”
The words hung in the air, thick and heavy, like the haze of fog that drifted from the club’s main floor. A price. A payment that you need to fulfil… Your mind, still reeling from the whirlwind of the past few hours, grappled with the concept. What could he possibly want? You had nothing, not really. Only the clothes on your back, the stolen cash in your bag, and a heart so fragile that it felt like the broken shards had ripped a hole in your chest.
Your parents’ venomous texts, a fresh wave of them now, flashed across your mind. You didn't need to see what Yeosang saw to know what they said: whore. Useless. A waste. We'll find you. You'll regret this. Never be able to survive without us….
The fear, like a cold serpent, coiled tighter in your stomach, tightening its grip with every breath. And this man, this stranger, offered a sliver of refuge, and you had no other option than to take him at his word.
“I…I’ll do anything,” you heard yourself whisper, the words barely audible above the distant thrum of the music, a plea escaping your lips before your conscious mind could even process them. “Please, Mr…”
His lips, a dark slash in his otherwise impassive face, curved into a slow, predatory smile. He couldn't help but feel his cock twitch at the innocence…the complete trust you've just given him.
Dangerous
“Yeosang.” The name sounded like a command, a declaration. “Kang Yeosang.”
His gaze dropped, sweeping over you, lingering on the damp fabric clinging to your breasts, down to the tremor in your hands. A flicker, quick as a shadow, crossed his face, a hunger you couldn't quite decipher, but it sent a fresh shiver down your spine, feeling a sense of pleasure tingling your inside, straight to the strange ache between your legs.
“Take off your shirt.”
You sucked in a breath. The request was so blunt, so unexpected, felt like a physical blow. Your eyes widened, scanning his face for any hint of jest, anything to tell he was bluffing. But there was nothing. Only a quiet, unwavering expectation that was making you melt under pressure.
“What?” You chuckled in disbelief, as if his request was a joke. Trying your hardest to ignore unfamiliar heat... Heat that made your cheeks flushed, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the stuffy air of the room.
“It’s soaked with soda, hmm,” he stated, his voice devoid of inflection, yet every syllable seemed to carry an unspoken weight. “Take. It. Off.”
Every word was said with emphasis. Every word stabbed you right in your heart. The command was absolute. No room for argument, no space for negotiation. Your fingers, trembling, went to the top button of your shirt without a blink. Your mind screamed at you to resist him, to run, to cling to the tattered remnants of your modesty. But another voice was brewing. A quiet yet more potent whisper, melting a different idea in your sweet airy head.
A strange, intoxicating urge to obey, to surrender to the authority that radiated from the angelic man in front of you. Was it the sheer force of his presence, the way he filled the small room, claiming every inch of air with his silent power? Or was it something else, something deeper, a perverse curiosity awakened by the darkness in his eyes, the slyness in his smile, the glint that hinted at a hidden vulnerability, a bruised softness you instinctively sensed beneath his hard, thick exterior?
You wanted to unwrap this man's body, mind and soul and peer into what lies beneath.
Your hands fumbled with the fabric and buttons alike, the damp cotton cool against your skin, stuck disgustingly, making you cringe at the texture. You pulled and tugged, slowly, until the material peeled away with a soft, squelching sound. Your shoulder shrugged off the cotton, your movements stiff, awkward and hesitant. But when the stick was finally off your body, sliding your arms out, best to avoid the drying liquid, is when you let the shirt crumple into a heap in your still shaky hands.
You stood before him in only your bra now. A simple, white cotton bra, not meant for display, is now suddenly exposed to his unwavering gaze. You couldn't stop your nipples from tightening, having already pebbled slightly from the chill of the sofa, but now ached further under his stare. A blush bloomed harsher across your chest, creeping up your neck, painting your skin a fiery crimson.
You suddenly hugged the discarded shirt tightly to your chest, as if it would shield you against the vulnerability that burned at your throat. A shameful mixture of fear and undeniable arousal surged. This was so wrong as it is, you could hear your mother now. When you grew up to her repeatedly telling you to never be alone with a man, never talk to a man unless spoken to first and never, never, be indecent with one. And here you were, breaking two out of her three rules. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension that hummed between you both. He said nothing, simply watched, his eyes devouring you, stripping away not just your clothes, but the last of your innocent soul that peeks from below.
“Better. You listen well,” he finally murmured, the single phrase a low rumble that vibrated through you, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across your skin. He took a step closer, then another, until he stood directly between your legs. The scent of him, an intoxicating mix of expensive cologne, faint cigarette smoke, and something distinctly masculine, filled your senses. The mixture was utterly intoxicating. His calloused hand reached out, not to touch you, but to gently take the sodden shirt from your trembling fingers before tossing it onto a nearby chair, a dismissive gesture that left you wide-eyed and gulping. “You’re still shaking.”
His gaze, no longer simply observing but rather becoming like a physical touch, tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone, the swell of your breasts and latching onto the subtle rise and fall of your chest with each ragged breath. “I…I’m scared.” You admitted bluntly without a second thought, the words catching in your throat as you coughed them out.
A corner of his mouth twitched, a fleeting expression that might have been amusement, or something far darker. “Good.” The single word was a chilling confirmation of your deepest fears. He liked that you were scared. He revelled in your vulnerability, and you never caught it. And yet, even as terror gnawed at you more, a strange spark ignited within your core. A part of you, that you hadn’t realised, was longing for danger. Yearning to feel something, anything other than the dull, routine and abuse you’ve felt all your life.
You craved adrenaline.
Yeosang reached out again, but this time his fingers brushed lightly against the thin strap of your bra. The contact sent a jolt through you, as if your nerves were shocked with so much electricity it made you gasp. His touch was cold, yet it left your skin burning. And his gaze grew darker as his face inched closer to yours.
“You're so…” He tried to find the words, his voice dropping to a near whisper. His thumb traced the delicate curve of your shoulder, a feather-light touch that left a trail of fire in its wake. “...Soft. So innocent.”
Your breath hitched again. The words that would normally be harsh and true suddenly held something more devious. They sounded so… dirty coming from him. The way he looked at you was like he was going to devour you. That thought should have sent you screaming, running, and begging to leave… but instead, it rooted you to the spot where you stood, a strange, magnetic pull holding you captive. Your body was betraying your mind as you leaned into his touch without a second thought, making a silent plea for more.
His eyes, still locked with yours, seemed to darken further, reflecting the raw hunger that now flared within him. He leaned in, his scent enveloping you whole, while his warm breath hit against your ear. “I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you...”
He didn't take any moment longer, feeling the band of morality snap in two as his hot lips met your sticky neck. His tongue licked a strip down to your collarbone, tasting the sweet liquid that had dried on you. Your stomach clenched, a sickening lurch, but your body, already betraying you as your heart thrummed with a strange anticipation. He moved quickly, his hand dropping from your shoulder to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him. The unexpected contact, the sudden firmness of his body against yours, stole the air from your lungs. A low groan escaped his lips, a guttural sound that vibrated through you, awakening a primal response deep within both of you. Your hands, without a thought, rose to grip his shoulders, clinging to him as if he were the only solid ground in a world that was crashing fast around you.
“You want this, hmm?” Yeosang's voice was dark and breathy as he chuckled against your neck, his teeth only just grazing your skin. You felt like your whole being was on fire, and as your fingers dug deeper into the thick fabric of his suit jacket. His nose brushed against you as he smiled widely, “Good enough to eat.”
You then feel a sharp pain erupt from your shoulder as Yeosang's teeth clamp down, before he, within a second, wipes his tongue over the fresh mark. soothing it. A foreign sound escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, fearing tears would break at any moment. He shifted his weight, stepping closer to you if that was even possible. You felt something hard straining between his thighs, and another shocked gasp tore from you as his lips found yours in the most dishevelled kiss.
The sensation was overwhelming, terrifying, and undeniably thrilling. The feeling of his piercing that hugged his bottom lip made you dizzy. “Y-yeo..” You tried to speak through his assault, but your plea only made it worse, letting him gain easy access to push his tongue deep in your mouth. You’ve never been kissed before, let alone tongue fucked. Were you even doing this right? So many thoughts clouded your judgment, but they all faded when Yeosang finally pulled back, just enough for you to catch your fleeting breath.
“Say my name again, little mouse. Properly this time.” His eyes were blazing, dark pools reflecting a raw desire that consumed him entirely. His thumb brushed over your swollen lower lip, a tender gesture that confused your already mushed brain.
“Y-Yeosang,” You breathed.
“Again…” He stated, his voice was rough, laced with a raw edge of need. Your mind screamed no, but your body, humming with a desperate, unfamiliar ache, betrayed you. Your eyes that were wide and unfocused, met him properly for the first time. Letting him see exactly what lied beneath and what he saw was pure terrified yearning. The innocent hunger. You couldn’t help but make a small, choked sound, a whimper that was both protest and surrender.
“Yeosang.” He didn’t need any further verbal answers, no, he knew exactly what you wanted, and he was going to be damned if he didn’t give you every fucking drop. He reached for the clasp of your bra, popping it open with one swift click. Your hands flew up, instinctively trying to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists just before, holding them harshly. Using his free hand, his long fingers unhooked the flimsy fabric from your shoulders. Letting the bra fall away, tumbling to the floor like nothing, leaving your pretty tits exposed, your nipples tight and erect, aching for his touch.
“Don’t ever try to cover yourself from me, or I’ll bind you up.” A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that vibrated through you, making your cunt clench and your mouth gape slight. He chuckled, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you. Me, tie you up and do whatever I please, hmm? Such a dirty little thing you are.”
“I…” Before you had time to speak, Yeosang’s hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks. A gasp tore from you, a mix of pleasure and shock. His touch was rough, possessive, leaving no room for gentleness. He squeezed, then released, watching the way your tits jiggled, your nipples bobbing, before settling back in their place.
“Fuck..” He whispered, his voice thick with desire. He bent his head, his mouth closing over one nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth. A moan, long and uncontrolled, escaped your lips, echoing in the small room. His tongue swirled, suckling, teasing, sending streaks of fire through your veins. Your head falls back, eyes watering as you become lost in the overwhelming sensation. His other hand kneaded your other breast, letting his fingers tease the peak, tugging firmly. The contrast, the intense pleasure of his mouth on one and the torture of his fingers on the other, was almost too much to bear.
“Oh my.. G-god. Fuck.” You weren’t a swearing by any means, but fuck did the word roll off your tongue like butter. He suckled harder, pulling, tugging. Making you arch into him, your hips instinctively pressing against him for something more.
He pulled away, his mouth leaving your breast wet and tingling, a trail of saliva glistening on your skin as a single strand connects you to him. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, met yours. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked. It wasn’t a question, but a statement, a confirmation of something he already knew, or perhaps, had just simply suspected the moment he laid eyes on.
Your heart hammered against your ribs as your face flushed a deeper crimson. You couldn’t help but nod, a small, almost subtle movement, while disbelief painted your features. “H-how did𑁋You have virgin written all over your pretty fucking face, love.” He cut you off.
“Perfect plain clothes, wonder in your eyes. That pleading look of someone who's never even seen another person naked. Please. I bet if I stripped you bare right now, I’ll find you dripping just from me playing with your pretty tits.” His tone was harsh and dehumanising. A feral grin plastered his features, sending a shiver down your spine as he spotted the very wonder he spoke of shift to something more lustful. “You want that little mouse? Strip every piece of clothing off you and fuck you right on this table?.” The words were a promise, a threat, and a declaration all rolled into one. “I can give you that and more if you so wish.”
Your cheeks burned. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t even form a coherent thought. All you could do was whimper, a soft, broken sound that was a clear enough answer for Yeosang. His hands moved to the waistband of your jeans, his fingers ripping at buttons before unzipping your fly. The denim slid down your hips in a huffed tug, pooling around your ankles as it got caught on your sneakers. A low grumble tickled in Yeosang's chest at the frustration of your clothes. So he simply took out his knife from his side pocket in his suit jacket. Your eyes grew wide as you held onto the desk. “What are...”
“Strip before I cut it all off.” Yeosang focused on taking his own jacket off while you obeyed him. Tugging your shoes and jeans, leaving you in a plain pair of cotton panties and cute pink socks.
Once Yeosang tore off the jacket and threw it to one side, you could finally get a proper look at the man. Gun holsters strapped tight to him. A gun that you had no clue what type it was. Then again, you've never even seen a gun before, so… his arms were huge, the white blouse hugging him deliciously, and slacks hiding his perfect long legs. He had racked his white hair back now, letting you glimpse at his forehead. He was the most perfect man you've ever seen. Everything about him made your body scream. You felt dirty, sick and defiled. You were exactly what your parents tried to train you not to be… a disappointment.
Yeosang stalked over with his knife still firmly in hand. The cold blade slid across your thighs, but deep enough to cut, but firm enough to let you know it was there. The tip hooked the hem of your panties where your hot core was, and with a swift, precise motion, he plunged the knife into the delicate fabric, a soft, tearing sound filling the room. He flicked the pieces of torn cotton aside with a dismissive gesture, watching them land on the floor, joining your other clothes. You now stood completely naked before him, save for the childish pink socks. The contrast between you both was stark, emphasizing his power and your vulnerability. He lowered the knife, letting the flat of the blade glide along your inner thigh once again. He traced a slow, deliberate path up your leg, over your hip, to the curve of your stomach.
“You know, little mouse,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, sending another shiver through you. “I could do anything to you right now. Anything at all.” The knife continued its insidious journey, dancing over your ribs, skimming the underside of your breast. “And no one would come running. No one would even know. You are entirely at my mercy.”
His voice was dripping with dominance, making your knees feel weak and your head fog over. He moved the knife to your throat, the very edge of the blade resting lightly against your pulse point as you felt the rapid bang of your own blood rushing through your ears.
“I am in control,” He simply stated.
The knife lifted, and he placed it carefully on the edge of the desk, and then, without another moment, he dropped to his knees. Her eyes widened, startled by the sudden shift. He was still tall, even on his knees… His gaze, dark and intense, fixed on the soft, wet core between your legs. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your inner thigh, sending an anticipated jolt through you. Then, he leaned in, his mouth opening while his tongue darted out.
A gasp escaped you as his lips closed over your little bundle of nerves. He ate you with a ferocious hunger. Like he was a crazed man starving for his last meal. His tongue was hot, the wet muscle darting into your hole. His lips suck, his teeth pull. God, the sensation was overwhelming, a sudden, intense pleasure that made your hips buck involuntarily and whimpers pooled out like a river… Then there was a growing tingle, an unfamiliar and electric band through your belly, spiralling outwards until you felt it in the base of your throat.
His lip metallic piercing brushed against your sensitive flesh, adding another layer of blooming sensation. His grip on your thighs tightened, holding you firmly in place. You felt yourself spreading, opening for him, a hot, liquid warmth creeping closer. Threatening to explode deep inside. He bit your inner thigh, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a stinging red mark. Then, his tongue flicked out, licking the faint bruise, soothing it with an almost faux gentleness. He repeated the action on your other thigh, leaving a trail of tender wounds in his wake until you were covered. As he worked his mouth on you, his fingers found your wet folds, sliding between them, pressing against your clit but not moving. He listened to you squirm for a moment before he slipped his fingers down to your quivering hole. One digit, then two, he pushed in, stroking, circling, trying to find the place you needed him most.
“YEOSANG!” You screamed as he thrusted in the perfect direction.
“Found it…” he chuckled against your cunt, letting the vibration send a new, fresh wave of pleasure through your core. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps while your knuckles turned white from holding yourself up on the edge of the desk.
“I… I feel weird,” you choked out, your voice thin and needy. “I…” You didn’t know what was happening to your body, why you felt like this, this strange mix of fear and desperate need. Your insides trembled, a deep, resonant hum. You left like you were going insane, and only Yeosang could fix the pain in your broken heart.
He pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, meeting your hazy ones. His face was flushed, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow. How did he look more angelic than before, you had no clue. “Feel it, my little mouse,”
His voice was hoarse and thick with desire. “Let it take you. Don’t fight it.” He plunged his tongue back into you. “Cum on my face. Cum for me. Be a good girl.”
Your body arched, a primal, uncontrolled movement as the last tether of your morality snapped. The pressure built, an unbearable tension coiling in your core. It was like you couldn't control your own body, as you spasmed against the man below you. You squirted, drenching Yeosang's face, his hair, his pristine white shirt and slacks. Your legs were next as they buckled, and you would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding you firmly against the edge of the table.
He slowly stood, his face glistening, his white shirt soaked and clinging to his hard panting chest, the fabric translucent in places. Your cheeks burned crimson as mortification set in, giving you the strength to reach out to him. “Oh god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
His hands shot out, not to comfort, but to strike. One grabbing your wrist while the other, with the flat of his palm, connected with your sensitive pussy, a sharp, stinging slap making you yelp. “Never say sorry to me,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, but beneath the anger, a strange, fierce protectiveness resonated. “Or to anyone else, from now on. You have nothing to be sorry for. Understand..”
Even though his tone was harsh, the words held a strange, unexpected sweetness, a promise of a world where you no longer had to apologize for just existing. Your body is still vibrating from the aftermath of your climax, but the sting of the slap and the intensity of his words brought you back to a heightened state of awareness. You shook, a mix of lingering pain and overwhelming pleasure. Yeosang, of course, noticed, his eyes narrowing as a smile grew. “Dirty little mouse,” He purred, and then he slapped your pussy again, harder this time. You yelped, a high-pitched cry that was half pain, half arousal. Your hands flying for his shoulders.
He reached for the button of his slacks, unfastening it with a practised ease. The zipper hissed down, and then, his finally cock sprung free. Your breath caught. She had never seen one, not in person, not like this. It was thick, a dark vein pulsing along its length, the head a deep, angry red. It stood proud, engorged, glistening with pre-cum. Your mouth watered… an unexpected reaction on your part. He watched you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. He stroked himself, his fingers curling around his shaft, pulling down, then releasing. His cock twitched, growing even harder as he found amusement in your awe. “Wanna try it out, baby?”
The new nickname, ‘baby,’ sent a fresh tremor through you. It was possessive, intimate, everything you hadn’t realized you craved. You nodded, a frantic, eager movement. He stepped back, gesturing towards the floor. “Get on your knees.”
Your knees hit the cool wood of the floor with an oof. Looking up at him, your eyes wide, expectant, and Yeosang swore he saw hearts in them. He took the back of your head in his hand, gently but firmly, tilting your face up. “Good girl. Now, open your pretty mouth.”
You obeyed like the good girl you wished to be, parting your lips as he guided his cock towards you. The head brushed against your lips, thick and warm and tantalising. “Just like that,” he murmured, his voice a low instruction. “Take it slow. Wrap your lips around the head, feel how it fills you.”
You did just that, your lips closing around the velvety tip. It was bigger than you imagined it would be, filling your mouth quickly as it pressed against your teeth. “Now, suck,” He commanded. “Use your tongue. Draw it in. And keep those teeth away.”
You tried the best you could, flicking your tongue against his shaft, swirling it around his head. You took a deep breath as you took him deeper. gagging slightly as his tip reached the back of your throat. Your eyes teared up, but you persevered, determined to please him. To make him know you could be his good girl.
“Deeper,” he urged, his hips beginning to thrust, a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Swallow it, little mouse. All of it.”
You coughed this time, a choked sound echoing in the dull room as your eyes dripped tears freely now. Your throat burned, but the taste of him, musky and salty, was strangely addictive. He pulled back, letting you catch her breath before pushing forward again, deeper this time, egging on your gag reflex. You took him, again and again, your mouth working around him, your throat stretching, accommodating, moulding to fit whatever he desired. He fucked your mouth with a relentless rhythm, pushing deep, pulling back, his hips grinding against your face. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, as he neared his release. “That’s it, baby,” he panted, his voice ragged. “Good girl. So good, fuck.”
He pulled out abruptly, your mouth popping free with a wet sound. He aimed his cock at your chest, and then, with a final groan, he came, hard. Thick hot ropes of cum spilling from him, spraying across your tits, collarbone, and neck. It was warm and sticky, covering you completely in his scent, his essence. You watched, mesmerised, as his seed dripped down your sticky body, a white river against your flushed skin. He stood panting, his chest heaving, his eyes still fixed on you. Then, a sudden, raw hunger ignited in his gaze.
He lost it.
A primal roar tears from his throat. He grabbed you, practically throwing you onto the desk. The items on it scattered𑁋pens, papers, a heavy ashtray𑁋clattering to the floor. He didn’t care. No, all he cared about was feeling your pussy wrapped around his cock. He positioned himself above you, his cock, still hard and glistening, hovered over your hole. You had no time to process, no time to even breathe as he dove right in, watching as almost every inch of his cock disappeared into you. A gut-tearing scream tore from your lips, a raw, piercing sound as he breached your fully. The pain was excruciating, a searing tear that made your body convulse. Your legs shot up, wrapping around his waist, your hands clutching the edge of the desk.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t give you time to adjust, let alone take a moment to understand what actually just happened. No, Yeosang just fucked you harder, rougher, as his thrusts were deep and relentless. The initial pain slowly began to mix with a strange surge of pleasure. Each thrust pushed past the agony, opening you further, filling you completely. He slapped your tits, the impact stinging, but also causing a ripple of arousal through you. You felt like your body was melting, bubbling with need, lust, pain, wondering. Fuck, the list goes on. You felt everything and nothing all at once.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice hoarse, his hips slamming into your squelching pussy.. “All mine.” His eyes, dark and possessive, fell upon the cum still drying on your chest. He dipped two fingers from your clit into the sticky white liquid, scooping it up a mixture of your arousals before bringing his fingers to your waiting mouth.
“Taste it,” He grunted, his voice brooking no argument. “Taste yourself, little mouse. Taste us..” You hesitated for a moment, your eyes wide with a mix of revulsion and a strange, morbid curiosity. He pressed his fingers against your lips, and before you knew it, your mouth opened, letting your tongue dart out. The taste was metallic, salty, musky….. It was him.
He pulled his fingers away, then used those same cum-slicked digits to rub your clit once again. The sensation was immediate, overwhelming, and another wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your body tensed while your hips bucked against his, and then you squirted again, a gush of liquid spilling onto the desk and onto his hips, mixing with the cum already there. But Yeosang didn’t stop. No, instead, he pulled out with a wet, squelching sound.
Before flipping you over onto your stomach. Your face pressed against the cool wood, while he pulled up your hips, pushing your ass into the air in an almost awkward angle. He lined himself up again, his thick cock pressing against your tight cunt. You whimpered, feeling overstimulated and used, but he simply brought his open palm down, connecting it to your left ass cheek. The sharp sound cracked around you, making your ears ring and your throat bob. Then, he drove into your aching cunt from behind, a deep, penetrating thrust that made you see stars
“You belong to me now,” he panted, his voice ragged, “No one will ever touch you. No one will ever hurt you again. You are mine. My little cocksleeve. To use as I please.” His words, brutal and possessive, resonated deep within you, igniting a strange, fierce electricity in your gut. He owned you. You finally came to realize, at this moment. His words weren’t just empty threats or flirts. He truly owned you. Mind, body and soul. And you couldn’t be happier.
He stopped thrusting for a moment, and then suddenly you felt it… Cold. Metallic object, pressing against your spine. You stiffened, your breath catching, and you recalled the gun that was comfortably sitting in his holster… fear made your blood run cold. He let the warming steel glide down your spine, tracing the delicate curve of your vertebrae. You couldn’t help but tremble, your entire body rigid.
He brought the gun to your tight asshole, the icy metal a stark contrast to the burning heat between your legs. He chuckled, a low, dark sound as he tilted his head, “Such a pretty little mouse. My cute little fuck toy.”
He pulled the gun away for a moment, spitting a thick glob of saliva directly on your tight hole, lubricating it. He then pushed the tip of his gun to your hole, a slow, deliberate pressure. You cried out, a small, choked sound, as the cold metal began to slip inside. You began shaking uncontrollably, a surge of adrenaline rushing through your veins. It was terrifying, dangerous and utterly forbidden. The fear, the thrill and the sheer audacity of it all pushed you over the edge again. And as he pressed his whole body weight on you, letting you feel everything, all of it inch by inch, he laughed, lowly in your ear.
“I told you I'd have fun breaking you.”
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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑁𝑂 𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝐴 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑍 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑆. 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐼𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐿𝑌.
