Platinum Slut.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 II | 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 & 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓇.ᐣ.ᐟ
𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓–RAW DOGGING
& DEGRADATION.

━━━ Sounds of skin against skin were the only thing heard in the bathroom.

M/N's back was slammed against the cold marble sink, the coldness of the marble adding to the intensity as Goo's hips pressed relentlessly forward, each thrust hard and unforgiving.

His hands gripped the edge of the counter with such force it felt like it might snap beneath him, but he didn't care. He was already lost in it—the sensation of being used, of feeling completely at the mercy of Goo's every movement.

But the chaos of the moment only fed M/N's need for control. His mind was a blur from the drugs, but underneath it all, he felt something much more primal taking over. He wasn't the one being dominated—no, he wasn't that weak.

No matter how much this man was taking from him physically, M/N was the one in control, he knew exactly how he liked it & he was going to give it to him.

Goo's breath was ragged against his ear as he thrust his harden cock deeper, his fingers digging into M/N's waist as though to keep him there, steady. M/N could feel Goo's hardness growing inside, could sense how the blonde was losing himself in the rhythm, pushing harder, trying to bury himself deeper into M/N's insides.

But M/N wasn't about to make it easy for him.

His fingers fumbled through Goo's hair, gripping a handful and tugging hard, pulling his head back so their eyes met. His chest was rising and falling in quick bursts, but the smug smile on his lips was unwavering. "You think you can fuck me like this and not have me tear you apart?" M/N's voice was low, dripping with a mix of arrogance and lust, his words more of a challenge than a question.

Goo's grip tightened around his waist, pushing him up and down with every forceful thrust. His body was hot against M/N's, but there was something else in his eyes—a flicker of vulnerability, of something M/N could almost taste. Goo wanted this just as badly as he did, but M/N wouldn't let him forget for a second who was truly in charge.

"Answer me," M/N growled, his fingers pulling harder on Goo's hair, forcing his head back to expose that long, pale neck. "You think you can just fuck me and act like I'm some fucking toy you get to play with?"

Goo's breathing hitched for a second, but he didn't stop moving. His hips bucked against M/N, every thrust sending a wave of sensation crashing through him, but his voice—his voice cracked in response to M/N's command. "You're not a toy, M/N..." Goo rasped, the words barely escaping as M/N's grip on his hair pulled him back, forcing him into an even more vulnerable position. "...You're everything."

The admission sent a pulse of heat straight through M/N's chest, but he wasn't satisfied with that. No. This was a game he was used to, and he was playing it until the very end. He pulled Goo's head back further, their lips so close M/N could feel the warmth of his breath on his skin.

"Then prove it," M/N spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Tell me how badly you need me. Tell me how fucking desperate you are to make me feel this good."

Goo's body shuddered, his movements faltering for just a moment, but the hunger in his eyes only deepened. "I—fuck, you're right," Goo growled, his voice low, barely a whisper. "I'm desperate for you. I can't get enough of you."

M/N felt a rush of satisfaction at the response, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Good boy," he purred, the words laced with mock sweetness. "I knew you'd get it."

The heat between them grew, the space between their bodies electric with tension. Goo's hips were unrelenting now, his cock slamming against M/N's entrance with a rhythm that was borderline brutal. But M/N wasn't just going to let him take control—no, he was going to take it back, twist it, and make sure Goo knew exactly who was in charge.

M/N could feel the moisture from Goo's sweat on his neck dripping down to his Gucci suit, the way the heat radiated between them as their bodies moved together in that wild dance. M/N couldn't remember the last time he felt this out of control, but even then, it was intoxicating to know that he was the one pulling the strings.

"Such a good little slut," M/N muttered, his voice slipping into something dark as he dragged Goo's face closer, his lips barely grazing the blonde's ear. "You're nothing but a fucking toy for me to use, you understand? You like it like this, don't you? You like being treated like nothing."

Goo gasped, his breath hitching as M/N's words hit him like a slap. The roughness in M/N's voice, the sheer power behind each word, made Goo's grip tighten on M/N's hips, pulling him harder, deeper, making the sensation of it all even more overwhelming as he felt the male twitch around his cock. But the wildest part? Goo didn't pull away. He didn't fight it.

Instead, he gave in. His whole body was reacting to the degradation in a way M/N could feel deep in his chest. Goo's face contorted, a mix of pleasure and something else, something M/N couldn't quite place. But it didn't matter.

"Say it again," Goo muttered, his voice trembling with desperation. "Tell me more."

M/N's grin widened, feeling a sense of triumph that made his blood rush even hotter.

He yanked on Goo's hair again, pulling his face up to meet his own, just a breath away from their lips. "You like being treated like shit, don't you? You love it when I remind you that I'm the one who makes you feel this good."

A low, guttural groan escaped Goo, and M/N knew he was pushing him to the edge of something dangerous, something they couldn't turn back from. Goo's hips never stopped moving, never slowed down, and M/N felt himself teetering on the edge of what felt like an abyss. The pleasure, the power, the way Goo's body responded to every word, every harsh pull on his hair—it was all too much.

"I'm not done with you yet," M/N whispered, his voice barely more than a growl. His hand was still tangled in Goo's hair, holding him in place, forcing him to stay at M/N's mercy. "You're gonna beg for me. You're gonna beg me to make you come."

Goo's breath faltered again, and his eyes closed for a second as he let out a shaky, desperate moan. But he didn't stop. He couldn't. Not when M/N was the one who held all the power, who had his body twisted, and his mind unraveling.

M/N's chest heaved with every breath, the heat in the room unbearable as he held on, pulling Goo closer until their bodies were pressed together even more tightly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom, the rhythmic intensity only adding to the haze of lust that clouded their senses.

And as the tension in the air became almost too much to bear, M/N felt it—Goo's body tightening, his grip on M/N's hips shaking as he reached his climax, coming with a desperate, broken groan draining his balls into the man's tight entrance, the white substance spilling out slowly.

M/N followed right after, his own body trembling as the final waves of pleasure crashed over him, dirtying his designer suit with splashes of sperm.

But even as the last of it faded, the power in the room still clung to them, thick and undeniable. M/N pulled back slightly, looking at the blonde with a smile full of satisfaction.

"You're nothing goo," M/N whispered, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for doubt. "And don't forget it."

Goo's chest heaved, but there was no defiance, no resistance. Just the lingering aftertaste of submission and the weight of his own desire. His eyes met M/N's, filled with awe and something else. "I won't forget."

And M/N knew. He knew that no matter how many times they did this, the power would always lie in his hands, which is why he always came back: The great Kim joon goo liked being degraded by some pretty boy.