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Jaehyun never thought of himself as a sadist. Inflicting pain on others wasn’t something he could say he took pleasure in. But you, you knew just how to push his buttons and draw out that hidden side of him. You knew exactly how to tease and rile him up, driving him to his breaking point over and over, reveling in the way his eyes changed when he finally snapped. Tonight was no exception, a knowing smile on your lips as you swayed your hips to the music radiating through the house. You knew he was watching, could feel his eyes on you as he stared from the other side of the room, nursing the unidentifiable beverage Jungwoo had mixed into his red solo cup. You made a show of grinding up against your friends, knowing very well how obscene it must all have looked to anyone who dared looking. You didn’t mind, however, only focused on the one pair of eyes that really mattered, locking yours onto them as you licked your lips seductively. You could see the fire start to ignite in his irises, only driving you to keep going, to push more and more, avidly awaiting the roaring burn that would inevitably follow. After a few unspoken warnings shot from across the room, he put down his cup and made his way over to you, his eyes not once leaving yours. You stilled all movements once his hands were on your waist, leaning shamelessly into his touch, batting your eyelashes in the most innocent way you could muster. He scoffed lightly before leaning down.
“And who exactly are you putting on a show for?” he asked into your ear, his bottom lip brushing against your lobe ever so gently, jarring in comparison to his harsh tone.
“Don’t know yet,” you replied, “depends on who comes hit on me first.” you tried to keep your tone as nonchalant as possible, your hips now regaining their swaying rhythm, grinding onto him instead.
“Stop it.” he demanded, teeth clenched as his grip on your waist strengthened.
“Make me.” you smiled up at him as if you’d not just challenged him, as if you’d simply asked him how he was doing, it made his blood boil in the most delicious of ways.
“Alright, if that’s how you want to play it.” he quickly said before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along through the crowd of sweaty bodies. You followed the familiar path up to his room, gasping when you suddenly found yourself pressed up against his closed door.
“God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” you stated breathlessly, his hands regaining their bruising grip on your hips.
“Oh I’ll show you mad.” he gritted, pressing you impossibly harder against the hardwood door. His mouth found its way to your neck, as it had done so many times before, licking and biting harshly as you melted under his touch. One of his hands left your waist, making its way up your back to rest at the nape of your neck, tugging at your hair to uncover more skin for him to mark. You gladly followed his lead, baring more of your neck to him as you moaned from his ministrations. Once he was satisfied with his markings, pulling back to admire the red and blooming purple blemishes, his hand busied itself with removing your shirt. You raised your arms in compliance with his action, letting him undress you, the cool night air flying in from his window to hit your bare skin delightfully. You shivered slightly at the feeling, unintentionally pressing up against him, your chest meeting his. Once your shirt discarded, his hands stayed on your wrists, pinning them on the door above your head. You looked up at the boy in front of you with hazy, lust-filled eyes, awaiting his next move earnestly. With your stare only adding fuel to the growing fire in his eyes, one of his hands left your wrists to tug at the hem of your pants, unbuttoning them swiftly before his fingers traced the damp outside of your panties. He chuckled at his findings, utterly ignoring the faint whimper leaving your lips.
“How long were you this wet for?”
You could hear the smirk in his voice, though it seemed laced with something else as well, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it; otherwise occupied.
“Since I saw you when I walked through the door.” you answered, and it was the truth. Stepping over the threshold of the fraternity house, you’d stopped in your tracks at the sight of him, smiling politely at some guy’s joke, though you knew in your mind he was completely and utterly bored. He looked simply exquisite, the fit of his jeans and black shirt leaving slim to nothing to the imagination, hugging his thighs and biceps gloriously, letting the muscles shine dazzlingly under the party lights. You wanted nothing more than to rush him to his bedroom then and there, feeling the wetness form quickly in between your legs. But you walked in with a plan, and a determined focus to execute it, and so you held back, the hope of a better satisfaction later in the evening keeping you grounded.
“Is that why you’ve been acting like a slut all night?” he asked, and though the words might have been harsh, they were music to your ears, telltale signs that you were getting where you wanted. You were about to answer, a snarky comment already prepared in your mind, but it caught in your throat and left your mind as quickly as it came, Jaehyun’s forefinger now inside your heat without warning. All you could manage was a gasp as your eyes shut from the pleasant intrusion, squirming in the boy’s hold while you lowered yourself onto his hand.
“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” he stated into your ear, watching as you shifted against the door to get more delicious friction from his touch. You whined, not trusting words to come out of your mouth making any semblance of sense.
He loved you like this; too horny to talk. Too focused on your pleasure to mind any need for communication, not that you were quiet, far from it.
“You want to act like a slut, I’ll treat you like a slut. Come here.” he punctuated his words with a tug on your wrists, his other hand not once leaving your core. Before you knew it you were in a similar position, now horizontal, your hands pinned above your head and your aching heat still in his grasp. He added a finger, then another, not needing much wait or stretch, your growing wetness easing the process. You felt the pool of arousal in your stomach deepen with every addition, his thumb now occasionally brushing teasingly against your bundle of nerves. You knew better than to warn him, yet he knew better than to expect you to. Just as you were about to reach your high, your long-awaited orgasm within your grasp, he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined loudly, disappointed but not surprised as you felt your high drift away from you for what you could only assume would be the first time of many that night. You opened your eyes lazily, locking eyes with the adonis in front of you as he brought his drenched fingers to his mouth, sucking and licking them clean, all whilst keeping his gaze fixated on yours. You could’ve sworn you heard him moan out at the taste, your suspicion soon proving true as he swiftly got rid of your pants and underwear in one quick move.
Time, from then on, seemed to move slowly. He took his time as he marked his way down your chest, leaving small bites and blemishes all over, winding you up again before settling in between your legs. You knew better than to move your hands from their current location, though they itched to reach out and tangle up in his hair, you maintained your position, glad to obey now if it meant it could get you some relief. He licked at your folds tentatively, one strip, then another, driving you absolutely insane with need. You writhed underneath him, urging his hands to regain their hold on your hips, effectively pinning you to his bed. You moaned at the harsh feeling of his hands back on the now bruising spots he created earlier, the punitive sensation utterly divine to you. He took that opportunity to lap at your folds with renewed vigour, now alternating quickly between thrusting his tongue inside your entrance and licking teasingly at your clit. The whole ordeal was driving you wild, the remnants of your previously-denied orgasm quickly rising from its pitiful ashes, making you moan out in pleasure as it approached fast.
“If you want to cum you’d better beg Y/N.” Jaehyun stated, completely serious as he detached his mouth from your core, once again leaving you with the vision of your orgasm swiftly getting away.
“Please Jae, please, please just let me cum, I’ll do anything.” you whined, all brattiness gone from your voice, only leaving the obedient, submissive side of yourself you only ever showed him.
“See? You’re so desperate to cum. You’ve been acting like a slut all evening, tell me Y/N, do sluts get to cum?” he knew his words were only driving you wilder, knowing every single crude word went straight to the pool of arousal in your stomach.
“No Jae, they don’t, but I’m sorry!” you whined as he licked a slow strip up your wetness, keeping you on the edge as you begged for your release.
“Sorry? What are you sorry for Y/N?”
“I’m sorry for acting like a slut, Jae please, I just wanted you to fuck me, god please just let me cum.” you fussed in defeat, he’d never seen you comply so easily before, but you were desperate at this point, you were desperate tonight.
“Well you could have just said that.” he muttered, his clothes removed in a moment, a condom in his hand the next. Before you could even beg again, he was entering you in one hard thrust, making you wail out at the pleasure of being so completely filled by what you’d been craving all evening.
“You can’t cum just yet, don’t you dare cum right now.” he warned, his hands still holding their bruising grasp on your hips. He had yet to move, and you were growing impossibly impatient, clenching around him over and over, just wanting him to fuck you stupid, to fuck you until you couldn’t even remember your own name.
“So eager,” he mocked, “so desperate for me to fuck you, tell me Y/N, would anyone else ever fuck you like this?” his question ended with a harsh thrust into you, stopping once back inside your heat, awaiting your response.
“I wouldn’t know, unless you decided to actually fuck me.” you muttered, the brat in you regaining control for a slight second, then abandoning you to live with the consequences that stunt would entail, and god would there be consequences. He started an unrelenting rhythm, thrusting into you hard and fast, until you cried out from pleasure, the head of his cock brushing up against a delicious spot inside.
“God, you just want me to rough you up don’t you? Want me to fuck into you like you’re just any other whore?” he stopped himself before he said anything more, afraid of the things that might spill past his lips; now wasn’t the time. But would it ever be? He wondered. You couldn’t muster up the words to answer him, your mind clouded by the divine feeling of him pumping in and out of you, driving you incredibly closer to your impending orgasm, though you knew it wouldn’t be that easy. You felt tears start to form in the corner of your eyes, the intense feeling of pleasure growing to be too much for your body to handle, as well as your aching need for release. You clenched around him, over and over, and that was your tell, he knew it; he knew you. Before you could skitter over the edge, he slowed his movements, almost to a stop, shallowly thrusting in and out of you teasingly, keeping you once again on the edge of bliss. You whined out a loud call of his name, having nothing else on your mind but the feel of him inside you, and the need for more. He let out a low chuckle which sent shivers up your spine, you didn’t have the strength to look into his eyes but you were sure that if you did, they would be entirely darkened with lust.
“Do you think you could cum just like this Y/N?” he asked, amused by the instant frown painting your face. He knew you could, you knew you could, but the both of you also knew how utterly unsatisfying it was to you, having done so a few times before, as punishment. You whined loudly, trying desperately to control your body not to fuck itself down onto him, if you obeyed, if you behaved, maybe he would give you what you wanted.
“Answer me, slut,” he spat, the vulgar name doing wonders to your lust-filled mind, “are you so desperate to cum that you would from only half my dick, not even fucking you properly?” There was obvious pleasure in his voice, he enjoyed this, enjoyed knowing all he was saying was true; you’d cum for him any way he allowed, and he found that absolutely enthralling.
“You know- I would.” you mustered, exhausted from fighting off your orgasm for so long, you could feel the tears dropping from the corner of your eyes. You didn’t want to cum like this, yet you knew you might have to if you couldn’t convince him to change his pace quickly.
“Then do it.” he said simply. And you wanted nothing more than to obey him, so you did, cumming and clenching around only half of his cock, shallowly pumping in and out of you at an achingly slow pace. Your unsatisfying orgasm washed through you quickly, seemingly over as soon as it began. Heavier tears painted your cheeks, frustrated from your underwhelming release. You felt his thumb wipe at them softly, a jarring contrast to the now unforgiving pace he was setting, plowing into you like you were the last person he ever wanted to be with. You could barely catch your breath, the sensitivity from being edged for so long and cumming so shortly before making every thrust of his all the more exquisite. You screamed and moaned semblances of his name, an assortment of “thank you”s joining in as well as you clenched around him. The pleasure was impossibly great, already having you to your second orgasm within seconds, shaking under him as he did not let up his pace. You came and came again until his speed finally stuttered to a stop, unloading his own release into the condom, his heavy breath now fanning your neck. You clenched around him, milking him of every drop you could though you knew you could never truly claim it as yours. He pulled out not too long after, tying and disposing of the condom quickly, leaving for a few minutes, only to return with a damp towel and a bottle of water. You were too exhausted to even thank him, letting him gently clean you up as you swayed gently over the line between consciousness and sleep. Your eyes were closed, too tired to be in any other state, not seeing the pure love and admiration radiating in his eyes as he looked over your naked form. It was more than lust now, he’d known it for quite some time; he was only just afraid you’d never feel the same.