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Seungcheol: first attempt at being a dom

Seungcheol, your sweet, soft, totally vanilla boyfriend wants to try something new.

That something new involves you not laughing when he tries it. It involves you doing what he says.

At first, you were shocked by his interest in it, wondering how long it's gonna take before he's looking up shibari youtube tutorials-- doesn't change the fact that you're kind of into it.

Your loving boyfriend has been nothing but kind, loving, sweet. Even in the bedroom, sometimes he can fuck pretty hard but most of the time he seems to tame himself. It appears that this time, he doesn't want to make himself hold back, and you're more than happy to give him the opportunity.

"You have to like," He starts, a bit nervous but really really trying. "You have to kind of be a bitch so I have a reason to say certain things."

You tilt your head in mock curiosity. You've watched enough porn in your life to know exactly what he wants to act out.

"Oh, you mean you want me to beg for you?"

"Um, yeah." He fidgets, unaware that you're so willing.

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Well, he's much better than you expected. Like, he actually shocks you when he holds his strong hands against your neck, pulling you back to his chest as he thrusts his cock between your thighs. The slight rapsy whisper of "beg" sending waves straight between your legs.

The worst part is that, not only is he good but he knows what you like and what you want. So now, having that held above your head has you fucking going insane.

You whine instead of beg, squeezing your thighs tighter to try and break his new dominant persona.

"Fuck, stop." He warns you, very nearly breaking.

You squeeze tighter, and so does his hand around your neck.


"Behave." He whispers, sliding between your tightly locked thighs again, shuddering at how warm and wet your pussy is dripping onto him. "Don't make me ask again."

Oh, but you will. Loving the way he squeezes your pulse points, and the way you can hear his shaking whispers stutter as he tries to remain in control.

"Why? Afraid you'll come before fucking me?"

That's all it took to have him removing his hand from your throat, and pressing your face into the pillows. There, he positions his cock and offers little to no prep as he presses into you with one hard thrust.

He sits like that for a moment, feeling your walls try to adjust to his size and hums with a broken chuckle.

"If the next words out of your mouth aren't about how good I feel, i'd suggest you stop talking."

You release a whine instead of words, desperately biting onto the pillow at the feeling of his hand keeping your head down, and his cock buried so deep that you don't think you've ever felt him there before.

Finally, you can muffle out a "please", but you know for a fact he can't hear it.

"Hm?" He asks, pulling you up and against his chest again, wrapping his hand around your neck yet again. "What was that?"

"Please?" You sob, feeling his hips snap back and forward again, filling you up just as much as before.

"Want to feel it?" He asks, his confidence going through the roof.

All you can do is nod brokenly as he does just that, releasing your neck and allowing you to fall forward again, gripping onto whatever you can reach.