Insatiable || MINWON

Mingyu

Never in my wildest fantasies could I have imagined that catching a burglar trying to break into my house would make my dick hard. But when the criminal in question was a feisty blond whose pink lips peeked through his black ski mask, apparently all worry about property loss took second place to getting my hands on him.

Jesus, Jinyoung had really zeroed in on a scene that let me play to the possessive way I'd been feeling about Wonwoo. I ran my eyes down his fitted black shirt and black pants that were doing jack shit to hide his erection.

I held him against the column, pinning him in place with the crowbar as I did my best to fight back the urge to end the scene and just tear his fucking clothes off. Once I finally got myself under some kind of control, I cocked my head and slowly drew the tip of the flat chisel end of the bar down the center of his body.

Wonwoo's chest rose andfell as the metal tool moved further down his torso.

"Hmm, this is supposed to be a punishment. Not something you derive pleasure from." When I reached the crotch of his pants and slid the end of the crowbar between his legs, Wonwoo sucked in a breath. "But it seems you're a deviant in all the ways."

"You don't know shit."

The aggressive response was so unlike Wonwoo, but so hot that Itightened my hand around the bar. Then I took a step closer.

"Say that again," I dared him, my words a whisper across his lips.

Wonwoo's eyes flared, and it was a trip to see so little of his face. But what I could see told me everything I needed to know. 

He was totally getting off on this. His pupils were blown, the expression in them daring me to keep pushing with this act, and the stubborn tilt of his chin signaled he wasn't about to go down without a fight.

Fuck yeah, bring it on.

"You don't know shit." He all but spat the last word at me, and my lips quirked as I straightened to my full height.

I pulled the bar from between his legs and turned it in my hand, and when Wonwoo's eyes flicked to the clawed end moving toward his body, he swallowed.

"I know when to shut up," I told him, hooking the end of his shirt with the tool and dragging it up his body. "Something you clearly haven't learned the art of. Don't you understand? I'm the one in control now, not you."

"Undo your pants."

"Go fuck yourself."

I shook my head, narrowing my eyes on Wonwoo.

"I told you, no one fucks me. But you have a choice tonight. Me or..." I applied a little more pressure to the bar at his chest, and Wonwoo's eyes widened. "Ah, yes, now you see how much trouble you're in."

"You wouldn't dare," Wonwoo said, and went to move off the porch, but as he took a step forward, I threw the crowbar to the concrete. It landed with a loud clang as I reached for his shirt.

I hauled Wonwoo in hard and fast, making him stumble, vaguely aware of a siren going off in the background—or maybe that was a warning sign to my crazed, horny side that I was pushing this to the extreme. But I didn't care. I was in this now, and so was he. I could see it in the heated glare he aimed up at me as I bit down on his lip and growled, "Wouldn't I?"

Quick as a flash, I whipped the end of his shirt over his head, effectively removing it and locking his arms in place.

Wonwoo gasped, completely caught off guard as a feral grin curled my lips. Then I walked up on the porch, forcing him to step back once, twice, all the way until his back—and arms—hit the wall.