Kinktober //Straykids//

☆-Tension-☆ (Hyun)

The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into Hyunjin’s apartment, my heart racing a little faster than usual. There was something different in the air tonight, something tense and electric. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I had learned to trust my instincts when it came to Hyunjin.

He had texted me earlier, his message cryptic but unmistakably commanding: *Be at my place at 8 PM sharp. I have plans for you.*

I knew better than to question him, and deep down, I liked the thrill of not knowing exactly what was in store. It was part of the game we played, a subtle dance of dominance and control where Hyunjin always took the lead.

I dropped my bag near the door and walked deeper into the apartment. The lights were dim, casting long shadows across the room, and the only sound was the faint hum of music playing softly in the background. Hyunjin was waiting for me in the living room, and his back turned as he looked out the window. He was dressed casually, a loose black shirt hanging off his frame, but something about the way he held himself made my pulse quicken.

He turned when he heard me approach, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. “You’re late,” he said, his voice low and even, though there was a dangerous edge to it.

I glanced at the clock. 8:02 PM. “Sorry,” I muttered, though the apology felt weak on my tongue. I knew better than to test him, but sometimes, I couldn’t help it. The tension between us was like a live wire, always buzzing with potential.

“Come here,” Hyunjin commanded, his eyes never leaving mine as he took a seat on the couch, spreading his legs slightly in that way that told me he was in complete control.

I walked toward him, my heart pounding in my chest. The closer I got, the heavier the air around us felt, like something was about to snap.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice sharp and clear, cutting through the thick tension between us.

I sank to my knees in front of him, the familiar rush of submission flooding over me. My eyes stayed on his, waiting for his next move. He reached out, his fingers tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look directly into his eyes.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “Thinking about how much I want to make you beg for it tonight.”

The way he said it made my heart race even faster, the heat pooling low in my stomach. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I whispered, my voice thick with anticipation.

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “I know you will,” he replied. “But tonight, I’m going to make you wait for it. You’re not getting anything until I say so.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening at the idea. Hyunjin loved control, and tonight, it seemed like he was in the mood to push my limits.

He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he walked around me. I could feel his gaze on my back, the anticipation building with each second that passed. “Hands behind your back,” he instructed, his voice soft but firm.

I obeyed without question, clasping my hands behind me as I knelt there, my entire body buzzing with anticipation.

Hyunjin circled back in front of me, his fingers brushing my hair out of my face as he looked down at me with a mixture of hunger and amusement. “You look so good like this,” he muttered, his hand tracing the line of my jaw. “Completely at my mercy.”

Before I could respond, he pulled out a silk tie from his back pocket. My breath hitched as I realized what he was planning, the tension between us ratcheting up another notch.