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Four years. That’s how long you worked for this company, putting in overtime and sacrificing weekends, parties, your spine health, and your general sanity. Telling your friends “next time” for the promise of a promotion that will now never come.
As you dump your bag of belongings on the dining table, you feel a rush of hot fury. They waited until you’d worked a full day before telling you to clean out your desk. Those bastards .
And you were so kind about it. Too shell-shocked to react, you simply packed up your things and thanked them in a daze. It’s only now that you’re home and starting to process the reality that the anger bleeds into every cell, filling you entirely.
You want to smash something. Yell at someone. Sob. Unfortunately for him, Seungcheol is on his way over to take you out for some much needed Friday night celebration, and you don’t want anything to do with him.
The way he knocks on your door just sets you off. You yank it open, glaring at him. He’s dressed in a white tee and a leather jacket, looking absolutely decadent. If you go out tonight, all the women and half of the men nearby are going to stare at him. He’s going to flirt all night and then leave you in an Uber with apologies as he goes home with someone else. Fuck that.
“Hey, you’re not ready. I thought you got home an hour ago.”
You look down at your workwear: a grey pencil skirt and soft blue silk blouse with a large bow in the front. It’s one of your favorite outfits and you wear it when there’s a client to impress. No one was impressed today.
“Go without me,” you say, attempting to shut the door. He’s already partway inside though, so you give up and just stalk to the kitchen, yanking a bottle of vodka out of the pantry.
“We’ve planned this for over a month,” says Seungcheol, following you. “You’ve been working yourself to death and you need a break.”
You bark out a sharp laugh. “Yeah. A break.” Little does he know you have all the rest time you want now.
Reaching for the vodka, he says, “How about I take this and you go put on something else that’s just as sexy but maybe more mood-appropriate? And then we go out. Hm?”
“I don’t want to.”
“You did this morning. You sent me five texts in a minute about it. I agreed to buy you one of those fancy drinks with the useless gold leaf inside it.”
“Well, maybe I just want to sit at home and drink,” you tell him, wishing he’d just shut up and let it go.
“You never want to do that. So what the hell is going on?”
“Nothing. Why are you being so pushy?”
“Maybe because I know what my best friend is like and it’s not this,” he replies, scowling at you. “Is this some kind of prank? Because I hate it.”
You make an attempt to grab the vodka, but Seungcheol is tall enough to hold it out of your reach. “Hey, you can talk to me about anything.”
“Who said I wanted to talk ? I want to drink. Go away.”
His frown deepens. This is the first time you’ve spoken like this to him and you can hear yourself being obnoxious. You want to stop but you can’t. Your mouth just doesn’t belong to you anymore.
Setting the alcohol down on the coffee table, Seungcheol points to the sofa. “Come sit down. Let’s talk. If you don’t want to go out, we can hang out here tonight. But don’t shut me out.”
It’s enough to make you want to cry, but the fury is still controlling your body. Clenching your hands into fists, you bite out, “Are you stupid? You can’t fix anything so just stop trying.”
Sighing hard, he runs his hand through his perfect hair. “I can’t if you don’t let me.”
“Because you can fix everything, right? ‘Ooh, I’m Choi Seungcheol and I’m so perfect.’”
“When did I ever say I was perfect?”
“Oh, please. You’re always walking around acting like you’re always right and the rest of us are idiots. Maybe you’re the idiot.”
“If you keep this up, I’m going to leave.”
“Fine!” you shout at him. “Then leave! I’m soooooo sorry you can’t handle me!”
Seungcheol’s eyes flash. “Oh, I can handle you. I deal with brats like you all the time.”
You scoff. “Are you comparing me to one of your little…” You struggle to find an appropriate word, finally settling on “ girlfriends ” but spat with all the disdain you can muster.
“You wish,” he scoffs back.
Maybe you do wish. Maybe you want someone else to take control of your uncontrollable life right now.
“Then go find one of them tonight if they’re so special!”
“I can, if you’re going to be like that. Do you want me to go?”
You don’t. But you can’t seem to control your mouth. “You may as well. Since you like their company more than mine.”
“That’s because they know I won’t let them act like fucking brats without consequences. If you were my girlfriend I’d pull you over my knee and spank you.”
“Well, maybe I should be your girlfriend, then.”
Your retort leaves him speechless. You were truly hoping he would fight with you tonight. The shock and shame of being laid off has left you wanting to ruin something else and Seungcheol is the best thing you’ve got.
“You…want me to spank you?” he asks carefully.
“Yeah,” you say, feeling reckless. “I want you to shut me up.”
For a moment there’s silence, weighted by the charged energy between you both. You’re too angry to feel properly anxious about the situation and what you’ve said and how it will change things. All you know is you want to feel something other than this , and Seungcheol likes to brag about what a great dom he is. If he’s so good, he should be able to shut you up, right?
You see Seungcheol warring with his thoughts, as well as the moment when he thinks fuck it . His eyes sharpen and you shudder under his heavy gaze. It’s almost predatory, rough in a way that you’ve never experienced before.
Shucking off his jacket, he lays it across the armchair. Then he lowers himself onto your sofa, right in the center, before patting his thigh. “Get over here.”
When you hesitate, he adds, “ Now. ”
You start to reach for the bottle of vodka, just something to give you courage, but Seungcheol’s gaze pins you in place immediately. “Touch that and it’s over. I’ll leave. You want to do this, you stay sober.”
Okay. Fine. After all, it’s just Seungcheol. You’re not afraid of him all puffed up like a preening bird, giving you orders. (And yet, you can feel yourself trembling slightly as you approach him.)
Are you crazy right now? Maybe. Still, you kneel on the couch beside him, which is difficult in your pencil skirt. He doesn’t move to help you, so you end up lying awkwardly across his lap, feeling embarrassed by your gracelessness.
The others probably look sexy when they crawl onto his lap , you think. You saw one of his girlfriends, just once, but that was more than enough to get the idea. Petite, angelic, with pristine makeup that probably streaked down her face when she was sucking him off.
You feel unsteady and ugly lying over him. Fuck, you should just kick him out and drink yourself into silence.
Seungcheol rests one heavy hand on your leg, just under the hem of your skirt. His skin feels so hot against yours.
“I’m not going to go easy on you,” he warns. “You really pissed me off.”
You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you. “Like that’s really hard to do.”
With a smooth motion, his fingers slip into your hair and pull. Your head cranes back, neck arching. It’s not enough to hurt you, but his grip is firm. There’s nowhere for you to go without yanking on your own hair.
“Keep it up, angel. I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a week. You really want to test me?”
You wisely keep your mouth shut, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. He holds you there for a moment longer before slowly easing your head back into a neutral position. It’s obvious that he’s being careful, trying not to truly hurt you. You’re not sure whether you’re relieved or disappointed.
Your emotions are a wild tangle right now and you want him to make sense of them for you. To stabilize you.
“We’re going to use the color system,” he says. “That’s–”
“Red, yellow, green,” you reply, feeling impatient again. Of course you know the color system. Can he be any more boring?
This time when he grabs your hair, he’s not gentle about it. There’s a sting in your scalp as you brace your hands against his thigh, trying to push yourself up to ease the tension.
“Never interrupt me. Do you understand?”
Christ. He’s not joking.
“Yes,” you whisper.
“Green for when you’re feeling good and we can continue. Yellow if anything objectionable happens or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable and you want to pause. Red when you want to stop. You say red and we stop immediately, no matter the reason. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Can I trust you to use these when you need to?”
Your back is starting to hurt from holding yourself up. “Yes.”
“Good.” His grip eases and you slump back down onto the cushion with a sigh of relief.
He gives you an experimental swat that you barely feel. “I think it’s going to be difficult to punish you properly with this skirt on, brat.”
“You can take it off,” you suggest.
“Are you sure?”
"Yes. Green,” you add, to show that you were listening earlier. “I’m sure.”
Now that you’ve agreed to do this, your need to please has reared its ugly head. You want an A+ in being a good sub, regardless of how stubborn you were a few minutes ago. You want to be the best goddamn sub Seungcheol has ever had, the one he’ll compare all the rest to. Nevermind that you don’t know anything about what you’re doing.
With one hand, he traces the seam of your skirt, searching for the zipper. You reach back to show him but he slaps your hand away.
“Hands in front,” he orders.
Biting back your retort, you squeeze your hands into fists on the cushion in front of you. Seungcheol finds the hidden zipper on your hip and pulls it down. There’s nothing impatient about his movements. He’s painfully controlled, while you’re already a restless mess in his lap. Can’t he just get to it already ?
The skirt is fitted, so it takes some tugging to get it over the swell of your ass, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He leaves it slung across the backs of your knees, which somehow feels more degrading than if he had removed it entirely. When you shift to try and kick it off, his hand comes down hard on your thigh and you yelp.
“Stop moving.”
You lower your head towards the sofa, cheeks burning. He really just spanked you with absolutely no hesitation. It’s not like you don’t know about Seungcheol being a dom, it’s just that you forgot . You absolutely forgot how terrifyingly commanding he can be when he’s in the right mood. What have you gotten yourself into?
If he senses your concern, he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he rubs his hand appreciatively over the white lace panties you’re wearing. And thank God for those, because you know they make your ass look fantastic. You only wear them when you wear that skirt because everything else shows through the fabric. If this was any other day, he’d probably be laughing at your heart-printed cotton.
“Did you wear these on purpose?”
It takes you a moment to understand. You have a vague memory of Seungcheol telling you how much he loves white lace. Does he think you set this all up?
“N-no.”
His hot breath caresses your ear as he leans forward. “Liar,” he whispers, and you feel the nervous energy race down your spine again, little electric shocks of anticipation.
“You’re going to count.”
You nod your understanding.
“Color?”
This is it. The final chance you have to turn away, laugh this off, drink half a bottle of vodka to hide your embarrassment.
“Green.”
It’s not the quick swat to discipline a naughty child. No, he uses his entire hand with enough force to make you jolt in his lap. The pain is white-hot for a split second before it slowly eases into a warm ache that radiates into your thigh. How the fuck you’re going to survive this, you’re not sure.
When the next hit doesn’t immediately come, you realize he’s waiting on you to count.
“One,” you squeak out, hating how weak your voice sounds.
Seungcheol notices because he laughs. “Is this all it takes to make you behave? I should have spanked you a long time ago.”
You try to stifle the moan that suddenly fills your mouth. It escapes you, high-pitched and desperate. God, how does he have this kind of power over you?
“You like that, baby? You like thinking about being bent over my knees? How long have you imagined this?”
Long enough that you don’t want to admit it aloud.
“Still stubborn?” he asks. “We’ll have to work on that.”
The second slap echoes in the room. A breath hitches in your throat, coming out as a choked sound. Even with your panties still on, you feel like he’s struck your bare skin.
“Two.”
Three and four come in quick succession. Your skin is on fire. You feel the pain, but it bleeds faster now, mostly driven by the tingling pleasure forming between your legs. No one has ever been this rough with you before and you didn’t know if you’d enjoy it, but you do .
Your count becomes a little clearer now that the initial shock has passed. Still, you’re not sure how you’re supposed to handle more hits like this. Seungcheol isn’t holding back.
The fifth hit lands on your thigh, unmarked and tender, making tears spring into your eyes. You squeeze your fists tighter and try to hide your breath in the couch cushion.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Color?”
His praise chases away any hesitation. You can take as many spanks as he wants you to, as long as he keeps calling you baby.
“Green,” you reply clearly.
Now, when he spanks you, he chases away the sting with his fingers, caressing your sore thighs, your backside. A kindness you must have earned with your good behavior. Fuck, you get it . You get why those women are so desperate for him.
By nine you’re just a trembling mess in his lap, fixated on nothing but the sensation of his touch.
“Your ass is so red,” he comments. “I can see it even through your pretty white panties. Have you calmed down now, angel?”
You’re not sure where it comes from, but you breathe out a “yes, sir,” before you’ve even realized it.
Seungcheol pauses. You swear you can feel his smile above you. “‘Sir’, huh? Are you becoming honest?”
You’re never living this down. You’re ruined –going to have to change your name, move away, all of it. Seungcheol is going to lord this over you until you die. But first, he has to finish, because you’re almost feral with need.
“Please…”
You know he can see how wet you are. You squirm on his knees until he presses his palm against your back, pinning you. It’s not like you couldn’t break away if you really wanted to, but you don’t want to. Every inch of you is ready to remain at his mercy for as long as it takes to please him.
Ten , you think, waiting. Ten.
“I think we’ll stop here.”
“No!”
“No?”
You know he’s taunting you. Seungcheol is a master of your moods; as such, he knows exactly how to rile you. In turn, you usually ignore his attempts. But what kind of monster stops at nine ?
“Please, sir. One more?”
“I don’t think you can handle more.”
“I can!” Lowering your voice, you repeat, “I can. One more. Please?”
It would be just like Seungcheol to punish you by stopping on an odd number. He knows how much you like things to be even and balanced. But you’ve really been a little shit to him tonight, so he’s well within his rights to deny you.
“You’re very demanding,” he remarks. “But I can tell you’ve been on your best behavior.”
You really have.
Seungcheol’s hands trace over your hips. “Where do you want the last one, baby? Here?” He glides over your right buttock, which would probably tickle if you still had sensation in it. “Or here?” Nimble fingers trace a path across your hips, down your left side, to your thigh. You don’t think he will, but he’s more than happy to prove you wrong when he presses the pads of his fingers right against where your swollen clit is. He massages through your underwear for just a moment, but it’s enough to make you release a choked moan.
“Or here.”
You’ve spent ages laughing at the idea of Seungcheol as a dom. You’ve teased him endlessly about women calling him “daddy” and letting him be big and tough in bed. And here you are, ready to beg if it will please him.
“A-anywhere you think is best,” you murmur, hiding your face in your hands.
“So you can be a good girl,” he replies. “Even more surprising is why you decided to be a brat today.”
You can’t tell if he’s actually pressing for information or just keeping the mood going; either way, you have no intentions of sharing. Instead, you wait for him to decide where to deliver your final spank.
He chooses your right thigh, where there’s bare skin. It makes a startling, sharp sound that surprises you more than the pain does. The pain is almost an afterthought compared to the warm adrenaline running through you now.
“Thank you,” you breathe, because that feels right to say. You’re so relieved that he’s stopped at an even number that you almost forget to count it. Hurriedly, you announce the tenth spank, and Seungcheol begins to massage your sore flesh.
“Please,” you whisper, as his fingers trail over the curve of your ass to brush against your pussy. Even through the lace you can feel him and the longing is enough to make you sick. “More.”
“More spanks?” he asks, teasing you. He knows exactly what you’re asking for. And maybe you’re really crossing a line now, but you need it. You need him .
That little coil of anguish inside your chest has made you desperate. If he stops now, all your thoughts will come back and you’d rather have anything than that. You don’t want to feel miserable and angry again. You want whatever pleasure and attention he’s willing to dole out.
“Anything,” you admit, staring hard at the couch cushion until it blurs. “Just…please…”
His hand inches under the back of your blouse, thumb rubbing up and down your spine. “Color.”
You swallow back your emotion and center yourself on the feeling of his touch. “Green.”
He hums and keeps stroking. If you were a cat, you’d purr.
“Do you think you deserve a reward?” he asks. “Have you been a good girl?”
It’s a question you’re not sure how to answer. Yes, you deserve a reward. No, you haven’t been good. But you took your punishment, so surely that counts as being good, right?
“I don’t know…” you admit shyly. “I counted. Does that make me a good girl?”
“It does. But I’m not sure it makes up for how rude you’ve been to me.”
It doesn’t. You’ve never treated him as badly as you have today. Hanging your head, you whine into your hands. He’s still tenderly stroking your back. “What would make me a good girl?”
“You want to be good?”
You’re nodding rapidly before your brain has even fully processed his words. Of course you want to be a good girl. His good girl. Anything to keep your thoughts quiet.
“How far do you want to go?” he asks and you know he’s being serious. This is uncharted territory between friends. Sure, you can write off a one-time spanking session as getting out some aggression. Things will be awkward but it’s nothing you can’t move on from, right? But you’re not ready to let go just yet.
“I want to come,” you admit. Then, a little braver, you add, “I want to make you come, too. However you want. I just…I want you.”
There’s a slight inhale above you. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, sir. Very sure. If…that’s okay?”
He’s been so good about checking in with you and making sure that you’re okay with everything. It occurs to you that you’ve just been assuming he wants the same thing. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable, either. Seungcheol is the most important person in your life and it would kill you if he walked away from you angry or upset. He doesn’t sound angry though, at least not anymore.
“We’ll see how much you earn.”
That’s a game you can play. You’re very good at following instructions and you’re even better at extra credit.
“I’m going to edge you, baby. And if you behave, I’ll let you come. Okay?”
You raise your trembling voice enough to say “Okay. I understand.”
This time he strokes your thigh, fingers tracing the edge of the lace you wish he’d just yank off.
“Let’s get you on your feet then, angel. I’m going to make a mess of you and it’s more comfortable on a bed.”
When you stand, you feel more than a little lightheaded. Seungcheol holds you steady until the feeling passes, his strong arms like a welcome cage around you. It’s the first time you’ve met his eyes since this started and the intensity of his gaze makes you shy.
“Go on,” he tells you, turning you in the direction of your bedroom. He gives you a pat on your butt that sends a little jolt through your tender skin.
Seungcheol has been in your bedroom dozens of times, but never for sex. You find yourself worrying about the clothes in front of your closet–this morning’s initial rejected outfit–and trying to nudge an abandoned pair of shoes out of sight under the bed.
Nothing escapes him. “Leave it,” he orders.
He settles himself in the chair across from your bed, legs wide. There’s a clear outline at the front of his pants that delights you. It’s comforting to know you’re not the only one affected by the antics so far.
Maybe he’ll have you kneel in front of him and suck him off. The thought has you swallowing. You start to take a step towards him but he holds up his hand.
“Stay there.”
That commanding tone is back and it leaves a trembling warmth low in your belly.
“Undress.”
Is he expecting you to put on a show? You’ve never been good at that kind of thing, at being sexy under pressure. Your hands jerk towards the silk bow at the front of your blouse; it’s obvious that you’re shaking.
You’ve undressed in front of partners before, but never like this. No one has ever sat and watched you, entirely on display. The silk comes free easily, the ties trailing down either side of your breasts.
Normally you would just pull it over your head and be done, but Seungcheol wants you to earn it. “Buttons,” he instructs, as though he can read your mind.
Your anxious fingers fumble with each button, sliding them through. It feels as though a century passes between each one; you’re ready to choke on your own heartbeat.
Finally, the last button slips free, revealing your torso. Seungcheol groans at the sight of your matching bra. The sound gives you more confidence to continue.
You let the shirt slide off your shoulders, pooling on the carpet in front of you. This time when he catches your gaze, you don’t look away. Instead, you take your time easing off one bra strap, then the other, before reaching back with one hand to release the hooks.
The air is cool on your bare breasts. It feels strange to be standing like this in front of him and not having him touch you. You wish he would.
“Almost done, baby,” he reminds you.
With careful movements, you slip your fingers under the band of your damp panties and ease them all the way down. Once you step out of them, that’s it. You’re fully naked in front of him.
There’s a thin smile teasing the corner of his mouth as he watches you. “Turn around. I want to see my handiwork.”
You obey, glancing back to see his reaction. The mirror beside him reflects your entire body back at you and you’re startled to see the marks on your ass. Your cheeks are bright and patterned with the lace you were wearing when he spanked you; the heat from your sore skin feels like a fever. And yet, if he demanded you count out ten more, you would bend over in a heartbeat.
Seungcheol has a strange expression as his eyes eat up your naked body. It’s enough to make you want to cover yourself, but you sense that he’ll scold you if you try. Instead, you ask, “Was that okay?”
Your question snaps him out of his thoughts. Coming over to you, he strokes your hips with his thumbs, pressing his mouth just under your neck. “More than okay,” he assures you. “You did so well. You’re so beautiful.”
You bloom from his praise. Seungcheol is never stingy as a friend, and it seems he’s the same way as a lover: generous to those who deserve it. Greedy as you are, you want everything he’s willing to give you.
Seungcheol is sucking and nibbling at the same spot; even though you can’t see it, you know he’s marking you. If you had a job to go to, you’d be furious with him. But with things as they are, you’re only pleased that he even wants to claim you. You want something else from him still, something more. How much do you dare to ask for?
“Not even yelling at me,” he says as he leans back to admire his work. “You are trying to be good.”
You give him your best pleading look. “Can I have a kiss, sir? Please?”
You desperately hope he’ll say yes, that you’ve been good enough so far to earn at least that. It also occurs to you that a kiss is something so much more intimate than what you’ve done so far. If this is still just a game to him (you hesitate to call it something as clinical as a “session”), then he might not want to do anything that would give you false hope.
But his firm gaze softens. “Oh, angel. Of course.”
With one hand he angles your chin so he can comfortably press his gorgeous bow lips to yours and you melt. His kiss is so soft compared to his demeanor so far. It almost makes you forget about your aching thighs.
When his tongue touches your lips, you open without hesitation. He licks into your mouth, catching your breath with every second that passes.
When he pulls away, you whine, mouth still chasing his. Seungcheol chuckles. “Later, sweetheart. Right now I want to taste other parts of you.”
You want that, too, but you also want to keep kissing him. It’s been your little secret, how badly you’ve wanted him for months now. But he’s always been off limits and you’ve always been busy and this–well, this is just some fever dream that you plan on enjoying every second of.
He brings you back to reality with a sharp tug on your nipples. He’s got his hands full of your tits, choosing to rub his thumbs roughly over your nipples before pinching with two fingers until you whine.
“Hurts, baby?”
“Mhm.”
“Feels good, too?”
“Mhm,” you admit.
Leaning forward, he eases the stinging sensation with his mouth, licking and sucking gently at the pebbled nubs. One hand remains, squeezing your full tits appreciatively; the other glides down your body, making your stomach flex at the feathery touch, before it finds its home between your legs, pressing in hard.
The sudden pressure on your clit makes you gasp, legs immediately going weak. Seungcheol helps lower you to the bed so that your hips are at the edge and you’re fully exposed to him.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmurs, rubbing your folds with two lazy fingers. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
That’s all you want. Please, make me feel good, you think. You just want to forget all the bad from today and focus entirely on Seungcheol and this moment.
“I want that, too, sir.”
“Are you going to be my good little slut?”
The word gives you a queasy feeling. For a moment you think you should ignore it, but what if that just makes him say it again? And worse, what if he finds out later that it bothered you and you weren’t honest? You promised to be honest with him.
“Yellow,” you say hesitantly, quietly, but Seungcheol hears and immediately responds.
“Was it the name?”
You nod, feeling embarrassed. It’s such a small thing and you don’t know why it bothers you, considering you crawled onto his lap and let him spank you. It’s not even the first time you’ve heard it in bed. But today you just can’t handle it.
“Okay,” he soothes. “No more degradation. Just nice names. Okay, baby?”
“Okay.” Then, for clarity, “Green now.”
Seungcheol smiles and it’s a real smile, one you recognize. Your heart skips as he kneels back down, fingers tracing your folds again.
“You’re so wet, angel. You’re getting my hand all sticky.”
“‘M sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry. I love that you’re like this just from me.” He presses gently against your opening, one finger starting to slide in. You sigh from the sensation, hips shifting to take him in deeper.
“Want me this badly already?”
“Want you, sir. Want your fingers in me.”
Pressing in deeper, he asks, “Is that all you want?”
His thumb grazes your clit, making you whimper. “No, sir. Want your cock in me.”
Seungcheol grunts. “You’re tight, baby. I’m going to have to open you up first.”
The build is slow. He works your clit with steady, even motions that leave you sighing, your body warm like you’ve been resting in a hot bath. Every time your arousal begins to leak between your thighs, Seungcheol catches it with his fingers, using your slick to ease the way as he fucks into you with one, then two fingers.
As he works your cunt, your hands trace your breasts, gripping and pinching in a poor semblance of his earlier motions. Seungcheol groans when he sees you. “That’s it, baby. Rub those pretty nipples for me.”
You obey, the soft stimulation of your breasts melding with the heat between your legs to bring you to the edge faster than you expected.
“Sir, I’m close…”
His response is to quicken his thrusts, shifting you closer and closer before–he pulls away completely.
Your hips search for his fingers in vain and you lean up on your elbows to catch his amused expression.
“Did you forget already, angel? I told you that I was going to edge you. You only get to come if you behave.”
Curse past you for bringing this upon yourself. He absolutely did warn you but you were so caught up in the pleasure that you forgot. A sudden light slap to the inside of your thigh gets your attention.
“Still want to play?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Can you handle it?”
That desperate desire to please him is back. You’ll take a dozen failed orgasms if it means he’ll praise you. Gripping the comforter beneath you, you nod at the ceiling. “I can.”
Seungcheol laughs. “We’ll see.”
You think that if he continues along the same path as before, you can definitely handle it. That slow, soothing build is controllable. But you’re an idiot and you underestimate him.
The moment his perfect arched lips touch your cunt, you’re done for. His tongue slips past your folds, fucking into your slick hole with expert movements, darting up occasionally to flick at your clit, which is desperate for stimulation. This time you’re entirely out of control.
Arousal gushes from your hole, soaking his chin and dampening his cheeks with evidence of your pleasure. You’re going to shred the blanket as you cling to it, hoping it will protect you against the glorious wave that threatens to crest, which you now know is only going to recede the moment Seungcheol realizes you’re close.
A wild thought races across your mind: you could lie. You could hide how close you are and–
The sudden slap against your cunt makes you shriek, your legs spasming and thighs twitching as you come within inches of an insane orgasm. You writhe, almost near tears as you feel it slipping away.
“Do you think I’m stupid?” he taunts. “Do you think I don’t know your body already? You’re a mess, sweetheart. Your mind might not be honest, but your pussy is.”
Moaning, you drag one hand up to cover your teary face. You can feel how sticky your thighs are. You’ve never felt this turned on before. If he teases you any longer you might just die.
Seungcheol tugs your hand away, hovering over you.
“Green,” you mumble, knowing what he’s searching for.
“Don’t be shy, sweet girl. I love seeing you like this.”
“Messy,” you mumble. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I’m going to make an even bigger mess of you,” he says. “This time, I want you to come as hard as you can. Okay?”
“Okay,” you sigh, relieved that your punishment is over.
This time when his mouth touches you, he wastes no time teasing. You’re already wound up and ready to snap. Using his fingertips he spreads your folds open wide, giving himself better access to your clit. His tongue flicks at the swollen nub, refusing to give you a second of relief despite your attempts to shift away.
One hand holds your thigh in a bruising grip so he can pull you closer to his mouth. Two fingers slide back into your slippery heat, thrusting hard. You can feel yourself on the edge, overwhelmed by the sensations. “P-please, Cheol,” you beg, slipping out of character in your desperation.
He takes pity on you though, sucking on your clit until your orgasm hits harder than one of his spanks, making your vision blur and breath stop for a few seconds as your hips jerk against his face. You try to shout but there’s no air for sound, just a kind of choking pressure in your throat as Seungcheol refuses to let up, dragging you through an aftershock that makes your entire body shake.
When he finally releases you, there’s a tinny sound in your ears and tears on your cheeks. You’ve never come so hard in your life.
He wipes at your sticky release with the back of his hand, tongue darting out to clean his shiny, puffy lips. “You taste good, baby.”
You still can’t move, nevertheless respond to him. He moves out of view for a moment; in your head, you’re whining. Reaching up, you try to grab at the air, hoping he’s still there somewhere.
One large hand takes yours. Seungcheol sits down next to you, helping you into a sitting position. He’s got a glass of water that he presses to your mouth like you’re a baby. You’d be offended if you had any bones left in your body. “Drink.”
After a few sips, you find your voice. “Did you try to kill me? Sir?”
Seungcheol chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Feeling better?”
“Mhm.”
You do feel better. Maybe that’s the result of having your entire soul sucked out of you by your sexy best friend, whose muscular torso is pressed against you. It’s impossible to ignore how hard his dick is or how ostentatiously it’s pressing up against his fitted pants.
You reach for it but Seungcheol catches your hand. “I never said you could touch me.”
You give him your best, most innocent expression, which is too exhausted and needy to be truly innocent. “I want to make you feel good, too. Please?”
“And how do you want to do that?”
Dirty talk must come effortlessly to him, but it makes you shift on your bed, cheeks hot. “I could take you in my mouth?”
“Hmm.” His fingers brush your hair away from your face before resting on your lips. When you open for him, he slides them into your hot mouth, making you taste yourself. A wet gagging sound echoes in the room as he chokes you with them for a second.
He presses a slick trail of your saliva down your neck as he squeezes with the same fingers that were just in your mouth. It’s not enough to truly choke you, but the slight pressure makes your breath catch as you keep your eyes on him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So eager to please.”
“Only you.” It’s an easy answer and it’s not a lie.
Seungcheol’s sudden inhale is the only sign that you’ve affected him; he drops his hand. “As nice as your mouth would be, I think you’ve gone through enough tonight.”
You catch his shirt before he can pull away from you. “Wait–please. You can still–I want you to fuck me. I’ve been good. I’ve been so good for you.”
“You have been good,” he agrees. “But it won’t be easy, baby.”
“Then don’t go easy.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, and you realize he’s asking you sincerely, as Seungcheol.
Meeting his gaze, you answer, “I’m sure. Really, really sure. Please?”
He surprises you by kissing your fingers. Just the barest brush of his bow lips, but it’s enough to make your heart twist. You don’t have the capacity to think about what that means right now, but it means something , you’re sure of it.
There’s a condom in his pocket, which just reminds you that the two of you were supposed to go out tonight. He was supposed to meet someone else and have sex with them. Instead, he’s with you. Does he regret that?
You swallow when he drags his jeans down his hips, followed by his underwear. He’s waited a long time and clearly has minimal patience left. The sight of his hard cock springing up to brush his stomach makes you weak.
That’s what he meant about it not being easy. Cheol is big and you’re out of practice. Trying to take him in your mouth tonight would have left you a gagging, sobbing mess, which he probably wouldn’t mind. He strokes himself a few times before sliding the condom on. Stripping off his shirt, he settles onto the bed, leaning up against the pillows. He looks like a decadent god, waiting for you.
“Come on over here, baby. You want my cock, you’re gonna ride me.”
He’s made you work for every bit of pleasure this evening and now is no different. You straddle him carefully, your thighs still feeling a bit shaky. Your teeth come out to tug at your lower lip as you feel your anxiety surfacing. What if you can’t please him?
Seungcheol tips your chin up so you’re facing him. “Hey. I’ll help. Okay?”
You nod.
“My brave girl.”
His words light a fire in your chest. More than anything, you want to be his brave girl, his girl, his. This time you don’t ask before taking a kiss from him, bracing your hands against his firm chest in an attempt to get closer, closer .
His hard cock presses insistently against your opening, reminding you that his impeccable self-control has limits. You take him in your hand, enjoying the way he groans at your touch. You’re going to enjoy unraveling him with your mouth someday.
He guides you down slowly, strong hands on either hip, making you feel every inch.
“Fuck, Cheol!”
“I warned you, baby,” he says, but there’s concern in his voice. “We don’t have to do this tonight.”
But you’re determined to fit every bit of him inside of you. Moaning against the heavy pressure, you sink onto him, feeling completely full. Your legs are shaking from the effort before you’ve even raised yourself up the first time, so Seungcheol helps ease you back down again.
You do this a few times, a slow, stilted pace, until the stretch shifts into a tight pleasure, deep in your belly. Seungcheol rubs his hand just above your cunt, pressing into where he’s filled you so well.
“I’m so deep inside you, angel. We were made for each other.”
You want to believe that. You want it so badly that you just nod, so fucking gone on the feel of him, the sound of him, the way his mouth feels on your shoulder as you rock your hips against his, ignoring the burn in your thighs and ass.
It doesn’t take long before he snaps, curling one arm around your waist as he fucks up into you sharply. That perfect control shatters, revealing his need. He grunts as he slams into you, fucking you so hard that the only words you can form are gibberish, just mumbles pleas for more, more, more .
“Need you to come for me,” he grits out. “Can you give me one more?”
You can give him anything he wants. The second his fingers find your clit, pressing hard , you come in a rush of white-hot bliss, clamping down. He’s close behind, cock held fast in your spasming core as he breathes out his pleasure against your damp neck
You slump against his sweaty chest, feeling him soften inside you.
“Perfect girl,” he murmurs into your hair, helping ease you off of his lap. He presses a kiss to your forehead before disappearing down the hall.
When he returns, he’s half-dressed and holding a damp towel. Easing it between your legs, he wipes away the stickiness.
“I can–”
“Shh. I’ve got you.”
There’s something so painfully intimate about him cleaning you that it brings tears to your eyes. Even after everything you’ve done together, this is what gets to you the most.
Seungcheol sees your distress and gathers you in his arms.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
You shake your head, but he persists. “Was it too much? Was I too rough with you?”
“Just overwhelmed,” you manage, sniffling. “It was a lot. Good–just–a lot.”
“I forgot that this was your first time subbing.”
“Was I any good at it?”
Seungcheol just gives you a rueful smile. “Why do you think I forgot? Also, I don’t think I’ve come that hard in years . You’re just incredible.”
It just felt so natural with him, but that’s not something you feel comfortable voicing. It feels too vulnerable to admit aloud just yet.
“You’re probably going to feel muddled for a while, but I promise I’m staying. I’ve got you,” he assures you. “But first, let’s get you clean.”
He brings you clothes: your favorite faded yellow pajama shorts, a shirt with the collar cut out because it was itchy, and a pair of heart-print cotton panties. It stings to slide the underwear on.
“Don’t worry. I’ll rub lotion on you once I’ve thrown the laundry in,” he says, arms full of your bedding.
Normally you’d make some kind of joke about how domestic he’s being, but right now you’re just exhausted, physically and emotionally. “Can that wait until later?”
“It’ll just take a minute. I’m heating up water for tea and–”
“Later. Please?”
Sensing that your needs are more immediate than his organized aftercare plan, Seungcheol sets the laundry on the floor and comes back over to the bed.
“Just sit with me,” you tell him. He crawls up next to you, taking you into his arms once more. You rest your head where you can hear his heartbeat, letting the pattern soothe you. Taking your hand in his, Seungcheol rubs his thumb across your palm.
“You wanna talk about it?”
No. But after everything you’ve put him through tonight, you owe him an explanation. “I lost my job,” you say hoarsely.
The rhythm of his thumb skips a beat, then continues.
“I didn’t even do anything wrong. They just decided to cut my position. After everything I’ve done for them.”
“Sweetheart…”
“I just feel so…stupid.”
“Stupid? Why stupid?”
“I just thought things were going well. And I’ve been working so hard lately. I thought I was going to be promoted! But no, I was just being an idiot,” you say bitterly. “So now I’m unemployed and I ruined your evening and I made things weird between us and I’m sorry.”
“I don’t feel weird. Do you?”
Do you? You feel oddly at peace. “No,” you admit. “I feel…nice. Calm.”
“Then see? Nothing weird. No need to apologize.”
“But–”
“Let me get you the tea. You’ll feel better.”
You feel fine without it, but he seems determined to prove himself so this time you let him go. He takes the bedding with him.
There’s a growing pressure in your chest and you know exactly what it is. You’re sad about your job, but you’re also sad about Seungcheol now. This shouldn’t have happened and it can’t happen again and that feels worse than anything else that’s happened today.
Seungcheol comes in with your tea and the throw blanket off the couch. He wraps you up in it, pressing little kisses to your cheeks that make you giggle despite your despair.
Pressing his finger between your brows, he says, “What are you thinking so hard about?”
It’s so unfair. “Just being selfish. I don’t want this to end.”
“Are you planning on kicking me out still?”
“No!”
“Good, because I ordered fried chicken and beer. Just because we’re not going out doesn’t mean we can’t still celebrate.”
You’re pretty sure that two incredible orgasms in one night counts as enough of a Friday night celebration. Sighing, you say, “No, I just mean this. Us .”
Seungcheol settles down at the end of bed in front of your feet. His warm hand rests on your knee. “Okay. It doesn’t have to end.”
“I just…I can’t do friends with benefits, Cheol. I’m a commitment kind of person.”
“Well, then it’s a good thing you’re my girlfriend.”
“I am?”
“Your words, not mine. You said ‘maybe I should be your girlfriend’ and I agreed so we’re dating now.”
You have a faint memory of challenging him with those words and then him spanking the brat out of you, but…“But–that– exclusively ?”
“Yeah,” he says, amused. “Unless you want to invite someone in already, but I think it’s a bit soon for that.”
“Cheol! Be serious!”
“I am being serious. I’ve liked you for a long time,” he admits. “A long time. Trust me, this is not the first time I’ve thought about us sleeping together. I just didn’t think it would start with me spanking you on the sofa.”
“How did it start when you thought about it?” you ask curiously.
Seungcheol just gives you a wry smile. “I was spanking you on a bed.”
Shoving him, you laugh. It’s your first real laugh of the day and it feels so rewarding.
You eat fried chicken in bed with a tablecloth across your laps to catch the crumbs. Seungcheol keeps interrupting your meal so he can kiss you with oily lips. By the time he’s cleaned away the mess and rubbed lotion all over your sore ass and thighs, the laundry is done. You help him make the bed and the two of you crawl into it, rubbing your legs together like crickets.
“I can’t believe you.”
“What?” he asks, perplexed.
“Just, you. You’re so soft, but you totally had me going tonight.”
“Well, yeah. I’m not going to break it out all the time. It takes a lot of energy to be a dom, too.”
Sighing, you admit, “I guess I’m just jealous about all your other partners. Which…do you have to break up with them now? I mean, you do, because you agreed to just date me, but like–”
He cuts you off. “Okay, I don’t know who started this whole ‘Cheol and his harem’ thing but it’s not true. I have one woman I hook up with when we’re both between relationships. The rest have actually been partners that didn’t work out for various reasons. I don’t dom people as a weekend hobby, you know?”
“You had a condom in your pocket.”
“Because I was supposed to go back to her place after we went out tonight, but I already let her know that we’re done now.”
You feel very silly. “But…you’re so good at it.”
He leans back against your pillows, smirking at you. “Tell me more.”
“No. Your ego is big enough.”
“Not just my ego.”
“Oh my God .”
Tapping his lips, he waits patiently, still smirking. You’re already giving him a kiss before realizing that you gave in so damn easily. You should have made him work for it at least a little bit. He might be the dom, but that doesn’t mean he can just have what he wants without some work, too.
But, you think, as he holds the back of your neck to keep your mouth close, he has been very good to you tonight. Maybe you can spoil him a bit, just this once.
When your lips are as swollen as your butt, he finally releases you.
“About the job…”
“I don’t want to think about it,” you mumble. “Don’t ruin my mood.”
“I know, and we can leave it alone after this. But Joshua’s girlfriend needs an analyst for her department and he asked me if I knew anyone. I was going to tell you about it today anyway, because your last job was shit and I was going to encourage you to leave. So if you want–”
Straddling him, you give him a wide, hopeful smile. “I do! I want!”
“You sure? Because you said you don’t want to talk about work.”
“Choi Seungcheol! Give me her number right now!”
You yelp as he rolls you over, pinning you underneath him. “Right now?”
“Yes!”
“Right this very minute?”
“Cheol!”
“Hmm…what will you give me?”
“Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Yes!” you insist.
“What if I want you, forever and ever?”
It’s enough to leave you speechless. How is he so good at touching your heart over and over again?
With furrowed brows, he catches your gaze. “What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?”
“I just thought you were going to say a blowjob.”
He laughs into the pillow just beside you. “I mean, I’m not against that, but I was going for something a little more meaningful.”
“Hey, you’ve never had one of my blowjobs. They’re plenty meaningful.”
“You have my attention.”
Boy, do you. His cock is pressing insistently against your belly. Trailing your fingers down his chest, you stop at the band of his pants.
He looks down at you with hooded, wanting eyes. “Why’d you stop?”
“I think you need to say something to me first.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“ Please. ”