#mija: featuring wonbin.

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ㅤㅤmija couldn't recall a time that she'd ever been so happy. everything had changed over the past week or so, and she felt like it was all for the better. especially when wonbin was at her house as both her guest and her boyfriend. the news of the breakup with hyunjin had been hard for her parents to accept at first, but once she'd honestly expressed that her heart now pined for wonbin (with no mention of their existing relationship), they'd soon came round; even if the change had created tension between hers' and her exes families at church.

ㅤㅤ" consequences or punishment? " they were one in the same with him. mija couldn't help but to grin in the face of his familiarly cold demeanour, small hands wiping themselves clean against the front of her apron as she dared to step closer. " i think i can handle a four. " she mused, pearly whites briefly toying with her lower lip before she pressed against the tips of her toes to steal a sweet, lingering kiss — eyes fluttering closed as she hummed when their lips parted, rocking back against her heels, hands having made their way to the collars of his shirt. " if you move away from the window i could make it worth the consequences... "

closed starter for @sturmboe, continued from here.

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Isn't Mija afraid? Wonbin could just lock her in a cage and keep her prisoner..no one would know

ㅤㅤ" i mean, i guess he could... but i don't think he'd do something as extreme as that... would he? " a blush paints her face with embarrassment and arousal, somewhat ashamed to admit that the idea was exciting to her. she's just so grateful to have someone to talk to about him that she doesn't even stop to question who the stranger is or how they know about her... predicament. " besides, i wouldn't mind if he did. i'd hope that no one noticed i was gone, but i just know that my boyfriend would ruin it for me and report me as missing. " and the mere thought of him hypothetically cock-blocking her is enough to make even her sweet voice take on a bitter edge.

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A package was delivered to Mija's home, a black box adorned with a black ribbon and a neat bow. Inside, nestled in a bed of black tull, a girthy, long and pastel pink vaginal plug with straps to be kept in place, nipple clamps and a note: "Wear it to church tomorrow. Worship your false god and confess your sins to the pastor. Wear it underneath your Sunday dress, don't forget to keep your modesty." It was signed with a simple W. What it didn't say was that there was something missing from the toy delivered, a remote still in Wonbin's possession.

ㅤㅤsaturday evenings are pretty routine for mija. half of her day would be spent at her boyfriends, helping his family with their part in the preparation for sunday's service, and spending the rest of her day at home, helping her own parents do the same. the nights are spent in silent yearning — damp strawberry patterned duvet bunched between her thighs and a chain of their text messages lighting up the screen of her charmed up phone. this part of her routine had become more of a daily habit — her obsession with him growing unhealthier by the day. but she doesn't notice, and she wouldn't even care if she did.

ㅤㅤshe's rosy cheeked when her mother's voice from outside of her door halted her movements, stuffing her phone under the pillow to hide her dirty secret — taking a moment in front of the mirror to straighten herself up before opening the door. a gift from your boyfriend, apparently. but her boyfriend doesn't give her gifts, and that's why she's smiling so much as she snatched it from her mother's hands, thanking her profusely before closing the door in her face to jump back on the bed and open the prettily packaged present.

ㅤㅤshe turns the volume up on her television before opening, pearly whites toying with her lower lip as she blushes at the sight of the toy — sheepishly reaching in to wrap around the thick plug, holding it up like a spectacle. her first ever toy. a major upgrade from the dishevelled duvet, and she's too clueless to notice that there was a missing component. she eyes it up for a moment or two, fiddling with the straps before placing it back gently in the box and taking the note out instead, the words going straight to her cunt as she swallows thickly, already thinking of a hiding place to stash the note to keep forever. she presses the paper against her nose, closing her eyes as she smells the faintest hint of his cologne — falling back against her pillows as she clutched the note against her heart, reaching behind to fish her phone out from her underneath her head to send a text.

mija: i love it so much! it's so pretty mija: and it's my favourite colour! thank you, my lord -`♡´- mija: can i use it tonight? mija: or should i save it for tomorrow? mija: and do i confess all of my sins? even ours?

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"I'm going to forget you called me that. " from Wonbin

ㅤㅤ" but — but isn't that what you kind of are? " plump petals curved down into a frown, fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. " i know hyunsik is my boyfriend, but you're kind of my boyfriend too... "

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Making presents wasn't usual for Wonbin, not unless it was for his own benefit. Which in this case it obviously was. She was his favorite bit of entertainment lately, one had to give her that. Seeing how he had the gift delivered by his own personnel, it was easy to tell why his phone was lighting up with text messages not too long after. [ msg to M ] you gotta learn to follow instructions [ msg to M ] so you can fuck yourself with it all night and get used to it? There's no fun in that [ msg to M ] remember what I told you would happen if my name ever left your lips to someone? [ msg to M ] tell him all your dirty fantasies. [ msg to M ] tell him your nipples are clamped because it reminds you of a man's teeth pulling at them. tell him your cunt is stuffed and stretched because it's what you were made for. that's enough to have you dripping all over the confession bench.

ㅤㅤshe waits as patiently as she can for his response, eyeing up the temporarily forbidden toy — seeing stars as she imagines what it will feel like to wear it in a room of her respected peers and seniors tomorrow morning. she drops it shamefully when her phone buzzes, laying on her side with her face to the door, still cautious of possible trespassers as the words on her screen go straight to her cunt.

mija: i'm sorry, lord :( i'm still learning! mija: it's just so pretty... but i'm a good girl! i can wait! mija: can i show you how it fits tomorrow morning? mija: i'd never tell anyone, i promise... the only time i ever say your name is when i'm praying in my room at night and no one can hear mija: yes, sir ♡ i'll tell him that it's my duty to keep my pussy stretched out for my lord. and that every inch of me was made for god mija: can i at least cum tonight? i'll set my camera up to show you!

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ㅤㅤmija knew that she was in over her head with wonbin. so much had happened in the year that she'd known him, even more so in the last few months, and she believed what he'd said earlier. that this was only the beginning. and whilst that might intimidate some, scare them and send them running from the darkness of his intensity, it only seemed to make mija happy. happier than she'd ever been, in fact. the love she'd thought that she felt for hyunsik now paled in comparison to the burning passion that consumed her, and the fact that he killed made no difference to that. after all, isn't it god's job to decide who lived and who died?

ㅤㅤhis smile caught her off guard, the laughter even more so. she hoped that her parents hadn't overheard, but she could just put it down to some loud television if they did. she was too happy to see him happy for her to so much as care. hell, it made her light up with joy to see him smile, to hear him laugh, in a way she'd never seen before, not even in front of his family... she would write about it in her diary after he'd left, if she could. so instead she burns it to her memory, imprinting the dimples into her brain to remember and admire forevermore.

ㅤㅤher smile mirrored his own, even after his had long since disappeared. she almost laughed at the comical sight of him drying off with baby pink towels, but it hurt too much to be that happy. she reluctantly looked back down at her diary, flicking forward to one of the first entries, having gone through a few of them in so many years. this one was dated before she'd started the new school year, before she'd met sumin — before she'd met him. " may 14th, " over a year ago... so much had changed since then. " church today was nice, and everyone liked the cupcakes i'd baked for the fundraiser, too. i went over to hyunsik's for dinner, and it was lovely, but all i could think about how horny i was... "

ㅤㅤmija hesitated then, swallowing thickly and painfully as she lifted her gaze briefly, embarrassed as her eyes scanned a few lines ahead before she continued. " all i wanted to do was get home and lock myself in my room and cum. it was probably the highlight of my day, watching videos of girls sinning, doing things that i could only ever dream of. hyunsik found a tab open on my phone once and nearly lost his mind, but i managed to get away with it by saying it was an ad. if my boyfriend won't fuck me, then who will? god's cruel for making me wait. " she's closing the diary then, pearly whites toying sheepishly with her lower lip. " um, that's it — do you... do you want me to read another one? they're pretty boring up until i met you. "

Had it been made known to her, Mija might have found gratification in knowing that their first time did remain on his mind as well. That indeed it was special in his own way to him, far removed from what she imagined. A man she has had a crush on for so long finally seeing her- meanwhile for him it was like a crocodile finally piercing hiss teeth into his victim, jaw locked and body turning to pull it into the depths of the swamp with him. That is what it was to him, bringing someone down into the darkness with him, gradually, slowly and then- abruptly. To the point where they were now. Mija had just been made aware that night that he was a ruthless killer, yet now he still shared eye contact with her as she retold their night together as it was written in her diary and not an ounce of the admiration was gone. Rather, it had much intensified from that fateful summer night then. This realization caused a crack. Like a suddenly occurring slash in an old porcelain cup. That's what it felt like when the corners of his mouth curled, really lifted, into a smile to the point it brought out his dimples that no one had seen since he was a child. It might just strengthen her believe that he admired her in his own way and Wonbin was fine with that. Winning simply tasted too good. Breath was released past his lips, before he knew it he was laughing. A move not calculated for the first time in a while as he threw his head back eventually with a last deep exhale of it all. Hilarious, all of this way. He really had managed to be thoroughly, unapologetically and ruthlessly himself yet he had managed for a woman to look at him and adore it him all the same. What could he even say to that? Clinically he was aware that he was the crazy one but no way was she sane herself. Anything could be done to her by him and this is what she would write, he knew it. As he was getting out of the shower he dried himself off, face back to its usual self yet he felt much lighter on his feet. "An entry from before you ever saw me. Before you became a woman of your god." The last piece to cement his success. A last confirmation even if he didn't need it.

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ㅤㅤkittiya believed in fate, even more so in its cruelty. and there was nothing crueler than being promised to marry the son of the man your spirit yearns for. she know she may be young, an unexperienced princess in the presence of an all-knowing king, but she knows what love is. it's whatever she was feeling right then and there, enveloped in his embrace whilst sunbeams danced across their intertwined bodies.

ㅤㅤthe kiss was tender at first. a nervous exploration of lips and tongues, of figuring out a rhythm and matching his temperament despite the frenzied fire of longing that burned in her heart. her thumb brushed against the spot on his jaw where his smooth skin kissed the rough of his beard which tickled her intermittently, but she didn't mind. if anything, it felt nice, like she was receiving extra kisses. her heart was racing as his hands learned the curves of her body, the tension between her thighs building when he lifts her off her feet before planting her on top of him, knees making a temporary home around him.

ㅤㅤa timid moan sounds at the nip to her lower lip, the redness in her cheeks only growing before she's biting it herself — gazing up through thick, long lashes as her arms lifted to twine around his shoulders. her head leans into his touch, bowing down to kiss the pad of his thumb before he's tending to her wet, stray locks, a light and airy laugh sounding at his compliment. " i taste like cherries, your majesty. " and he tasted like a lifetime of pining for the unattainable, but she wouldn't dare say that aloud.

ㅤㅤwhen he kissed her again, she was ready for it. eyes flutter with a sinful moan as his tongue explored hers, fingers burying in his locks when she melts into him, her lips almost feverish in their movements as her legs tightened around him. just knowing that her virgin hole was so close to, well... it sent shivers down her spine. this was everything she could have ever wished for her first time to be. to be in her own personal paradise with the man she wanted to give herself to wholly... she was in pure and utter bliss.

There had been glances exchanged between them previously at fests and dinner, a few words here and there of how she had managed to settle in yet. Now this was their first time spent together already escalating this quickly, it must be a natural force that drew them together like this, feeling such peace with one another. Even with princesses being political tools in these days he had hoped for her to find happiness, even if he would not be the one to wed her. Kittiya did seem happy for now to settle against him, her skin rising at the contact being something he took note of, had him chuckle but left it without comment as not to embarrass her. Instead he focused on the way her eyes closed with their contact, his own follow suit as he could taste the cherry on her lips with his own, led her into the movement of their lips while hoping she was not bothered by the tickling of his beard. It seemed she settled well once her palm reached for his jaw signalling a certain comfort in his embrace. His own hand stroked up from her waist, letting his thumb feel the soft outline of her breast before moving down again to feel the curve of her ass underneath her, settling there to lift her up against him so they could be flush against one another and she'd settle her legs around him. Like this his length could rest comfortable underneath her and was also more comfortable for him to not have to lean in too low, especially since he planned for this to continue on. A curious tongue stroked over her lower lip, no pressure behind it so she could decide whether she was ready or not to really taste him which was followed by a light nip. For now he pulled away, let her adjust to taking a breath, yet not pulling away too far as he gazed down to her, that flushed face, pretty eyes and alluring lips. His thumb stroked her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin before his fingertips stroked back her hair. "You taste radiant like the summer sun, princess." A lingering peck was brushed to her lips, taking another moment before his head tilted and he kissed her once more, this time offering his tongue right away as it pressed into her mouth, playfully brushing her own with a light flick to get her used to the contact. At this point all of the outside world was forgotten. Their surroundings, the kingdom, his wife the queen, his son her fiance.

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ㅤㅤthe occasional glance into the mirror above the sink reminded her of the beautiful mess they'd made. not that the ache between her legs would be letting her forget anytime soon. but she wanted to remember everything, to sear every moment the two had together into her memory for all of time. his laughter only amplified her nerves, but still she read on — keen to impress, and desperate to avoid further punishment. at least for the night.

ㅤㅤ" i love that night. " she knew exactly what entry he was referring to. august 23rd, 2023. she'd bookmarked the pages with the silky green ribbon stuck to the spine of her journal, having read it a couple dozen times since first penning it. that was the thing that was the most cruel about this ordeal regarding the disposal of her diary... how else would she relive their first night together with a pillow between her thighs? she clears her throat feebly, voice cracking every now and then as she managed to find it once more. " august 23rd... tonight was the night that i found god, " she read, cheeks heating up more and more with every word. " i've adored him in secret for so long, only ever daring to steal glances when his sister wasn't looking, but tonight was different. it was just the two of us. sumin was asleep. there was no one to hear us... it was beautiful, messy, painful. i can still feel him as i write this. " she gulped then, looking up at him through the steam. " giving myself to him was so easy, so natural. i know i should feel bad, for betraying the promise i made to hyunsik, for betraying god... but how could i when he was the one that i gave myself to? "

Most of the effect he had on her was obvious. The way she looked at him, craved him, fell into ecstasy with the most crude touches. Still there was a life inside of her, one that even Wonbin could not breach regardless how skilled he was in manipulation. How great that she was naive enough to write it all down for anyone to look into. Of course that would end after tonight yet he would replace it with something else for her to do- how gracious of him. For now he listened to her voice over the streaming water though, loud enough for him to catch and not a care on his mind if her family could hear. A chuckle left his lips at the paragraph filled with naivety, giving more perspective on how truly deeply he was ingrained in her every though now, even at university. "August last year." Wonbin was just washing the shampoo out of his hair as he spoke to her, not giving her the gratification of reacting to what was written - yet. "Read the page you wrote after I took what was mine to have for the first time." They would go back in time, visit the day the lines between them blurred at last. When Mija was birthed anew, baptized from a simple friend of the family to his plaything. The beginning of her downfall - or maybe the beginning of her life.

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ㅤㅤmija was a walking juxtaposition. a girl covered in bruises, and yet the only thing in her eyes was admiration — love in its purist form. he'd only just finished with her, and yet there she was, yearning for him all over again. she wanted to reach out, to touch him and tell him how much she loved and worshipped him... to cuddle him, or be defiled again, which ever he'd prefer. and yet she knew not to, patiently awaiting his instructions like a doll that only moved when he wanted it to.

ㅤㅤhis answer was dismissive, yet it still sounded like a praise to her. this is exactly how she was supposed to be, and it made her proud that he thought so, too. she followed him sheepishly into the bathroom, lingering by the door as she opened her diary to one of the more recent entries, her heart racing when she lifted her gaze to admire how handsome he was. he could've been carved by michaelangelo himself.

ㅤㅤ" may thirteenth, " she started, her voice still hoarse and growing sorer with each word. " today was pretty boring. i haven't seen wonbin in a few days, but my body still aches from him — still yearns for him. " her voice was soft but loud, confident that the running water would muffle her words outside of her ensuite's walls. " ...i still can't believe that the lord had been this close to me this whole time, that he was right under my nose... and now i get to pray for him every day, sometimes even to him. my professor had to snap his fingers in my face to get me to pay attention in class today, which never happens, and then he called me in because he was worried. told me that i'm his brightest and usually most cooperative student, but that i've been distracted recently, and so he was worried that something was wrong... "

ㅤㅤshe paused then, eyes lifting nervously as she stays stood — not wanting to risk the pain that came with sitting. " it's sweet, really. how much he seems to care. sometimes i wish i could tell him that nothing was wrong, that i'm feeling the best that i'd ever felt, but i can't. i can't tell anyone. they wouldn't understand. they'd just be jealous... may fourteenth. i finally got to see him today. i wish i could be with him all the time. he's all i think about whenever i'm at home, or whenever i'm with hyunsik... i just want to be his. " embarrassing much?

Undressing before her was a non issue, Wonbin was confident to a fault and even less did he mind her eyes on him. That admiration she had so unshakable, it was what he enjoyed for himself. Being in total control over someone's mind and body- what man could achieve that other than him? Once his clothes were discarded he headed for the mentioned shower close by, quite pleased that he didn't have to sneak around the house. He isn't the kind to go through a hassle like that. No gaze was cast her way as he started to warm the water, answering as he was moving. "You look exactly how you're supposed to. Clean yourself up when I'm gone." Don't waste his time, basically. Especially once he entered the shower and did turn to her, he did watch her for a while as warm water drenched his hair and skin, the heat creating steam the filled the room. "Read." He eventually instructed again, not at all about to back down on his command. Whatever she may still hide from him, her past, her innermost thoughts, feelings or dreams, he was going to make her reveal it all to him in the form of her diary before making sure it all went up in flames. Just like how he would fully eradicate the person she was before him.

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ㅤㅤbefore wonbin came into her life, mija had been consumed by an addiction to porn. the filthiest and roughest kind, at that. she had never confided in anyone before, not even her best friend, or the pastor during confessional... but she'd told her diary. it was the one thing in the whole world that really knew her, the mija before him. there wouldn't be a mija after him, though — of that much she was certain.

ㅤㅤto the masses, his impenetrable and unreadable gaze would be cold and standoffish, but not to the anomalous mija. to her it was warm — a cozy and welcome embrace for her to quietly lose herself in. he could use her and defile her body in unspeakable ways; he could tell her what to do, and what to wear; he could pick if she, or anyone, lived and died, because he is god. and she loved him from the bottom of her twisted heart.

ㅤㅤher head tilted as she gazed up at him, admiring how handsome he was. the handsomest man in gangnam, if not the whole of south korea and, respectively, the world. how did she ever get so lucky? she was happy and compliant when he grabbed her by the chin, hopeful even as the thought occurred to her that he just might kiss her. well, maybe after he'd showered. the colour was just starting to fade from her cheeks when his order reignited the glow, petals opening only for no sound to leave them as she stared down at the diary now back in her hands. letting him read it was fine, but reading it herself, aloud?

ㅤㅤmija hovered on the spot as he undressed again, admiration bursting in her heart as she fell for him all over again. lucky, lucky girl. " should i read it whilst you're in the shower? " she's confused, but she was also happy — following him as closely as her staggered steps allowed her. " or. or i could join you before i read it? i mean, look at me, " between the tangles in her hair to the cum dripping down her thighs... " i'm a mess. " she prepared herself for a no, though. the ultimate punishment would be to leave her in a state for her to take care of herself.

Mija was probably always fucked up in her own way. Otherwise Wonbin would have never had such easy play with her. Not that he cared about it much. Her mind, her backstory, her being. As long as she was useful to him that was all that mattered. Someone he could play with, use for his benefit and keep himself satisfied. After all that's what life was about for him, in his mind, for anyone. So far their natures seemed to weirdly align. Who could have known. Had she not been so blinded by her own adoration, by whatever fantasy she had concocted in her head about the two of them, she might have realized that. As he was dragging her head along his cock, that tongue cleaning him up so happily with his cock shoved down her throat in the most visceral display of exactly how he viewed her. Anyone in their right mind would have noticed. Luckily that wasn't her. While her eyes lingered his didn't bother with another glance as he took care of himself. A stretch of limbs once he was dressed properly, waiting for her compliance which was the moment he did watch her, staggering around the room, a walking mess of bruised skin and dripping fluids. A sight he did like to the point of grabbing her chin once she was before him, not particularly doing anything other than observe her and that silly grin as fingers pressed into her skin. "Read it aloud, whichever pages you think I'd care to hear." With that she was released, leaving his command up in the air. It was interesting after all, what she would deem important to write down, be it about him or her fantasies, or whatever else. It would also be telling to see what she would think he would want to hear about. After all he never asked about her life, to hear about it or engage in it. That wasn't what this was about. In the end he would burn it of course. For now though he made quick progress of ridding himself of his pants again, stepping out and making his way over to the mentioned ensuite for a shower after all. The shirt would still be needed of course but he would clean up first, get her stickiness off him.

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ㅤㅤmija had always known that there was something missing from her life — a giant, wonbin-shaped hole that she'd been desperate to fill. he validates her biggest sins, with his godliness and the power he held over her only serving to justify her wrongdoings. but how could it be wrong when god himself was the one to do these things to her? she knew that her parents would surely drop dead if they were to see her preferred method of prayer, but they wouldn't understand. after all, god visited her, not them. they would only envy how close to god she truly was.

ㅤㅤit took all of her strength to lay still beneath him, her body already filled with a physical and nostalgic ache as she felt him drip from her stretched hole. she wanted to look — to see the mess that they'd made together, but she can only lift her head so far. until he was lifting it for her, that is. she opened her mouth, but not to talk, she knew that answering verbally was off the cards, and so she complied with a muffled moan around a mouthful of him. tears welled at the sensation of him hitting the back of her tender throat, her wide eyes glued to his in search of his approval which she was deluded enough to see even in his coldest of gazes. she was gentle but diligent with her cleaning efforts, her tongue gathering the majority of the mess from his shaft with a sweet hum, nodding in understanding before diverting her attention to the soaked skin of his balls, sucking them into her soft and swollen petals — wincing whenever she swallowed.

ㅤㅤthere was a twinkle in her eyes at his words, his congratulations making her heart swell with pride as she smiled thankfully up at him once he pulled out with a lewd pop of her lips, taking another painful breath of oxygen as she watched him with eyes filled with adoration. she weakly propped herself against her elbows, sitting up some to watch as he buttoned his jeans. " you won't regret it, sir. i promise. " her hoarse voice was accompanied by her usual lovesick smile, unaware of the redness that was already starting to show around her tender throat. her smile never even faltered when he demanded her diary from her, the one piece of evidence that what they had was real, not just some fantasy she'd played out in her head. she understood now — how important everything was, how her silence was needed now more than ever to keep his secrets, to keep their secrets.

ㅤㅤmija groans through closed lips when she reached over to her nightstand, desperate to mask the extent of her pain as she reached into the drawer and pulled out her floral-patterned diary that told all. " you can read it, if you like. " she assumed he'd just burn it. she has her back to him when she slowly moves to sit against the edge of her bed, eyes screwed closed as she willed herself to stand, grabbing the diary and his knife before circling the bed, wincing with each strange step. she caught a glimpse of how fucked she looked in the mirror of her vanity whilst passing — from how dishevelled her golden-brown locks were to the fact that she was wearing nothing more than a loose, mesh blouse. it made her feel pretty. she steals a glance at the mess of her slashed skirt and lingerie, wondering how she'd dispose of it and clean her sheets without a fuss. she'd only changed them a day or two prior. what excuse would she be able to concoct? cheeks are dimpled when she smiles up at him, standing mere inches from him as she held out the flowery journal with his blade layered atop of it, waiting for him to take it. " i have an ensuite, if you wanted to shower before taking off, i mean. one door with a lock. or i can just find you a shirt. i have a couple of my boyfriend's somewhere. it's your choice. " what wasn't his choice?

"You're hopeless, look at that mess.." No one would smile like her while nearly being choked out, while having her body defiled and broken. But pain was what she asked for so really, how sane could she actually be? All to Wonbin's benefit who found himself wallowing in the aftermath of a hard orgasm, every breath he took burning so beautifully in his lungs. Honestly he didn't register the light kiss she pressed to him, nor did he care for it. He had kissed her in the past and would do so in the future, but he wasn't in the mood for it now. Instead he leaned back, gazing down to her ruined holes that gaped so pathetically, clinging to nothingness as his seed was pushed out of her. It also led his eyes to his dripping cock, a mess of smeared cum and so he moved to straddle her chest, softening length just mere inches away from her mouth. "Not yet. Time to clean up." Without giving her time to do so on her own he grabbed her by the hair, lifted her head up by it and shoved his cock into her mouth to until the very base of it was covered. It hit that sore throat without care, even if he didn't thrust. "Don't forget my balls, you got it everywhere." They nudged her chin at this point and Wonbin had that expectant look in his eyes, although otherwise they were void, as he observed her flushed, tear stained face. Mija was useful, he had to give her that. After all she had declared herself as such earlier as well and now- she was still alive so the decision was final. "Congrats, you'll live." Once satisfied he pulled away, needing to give his body a break so he tugged himself back in and zipped up his jeans, though immediately rid himself off his soiled shirt to be discarded on the floor. A shower would be best but he didn't feel like sneaking around the house. "Give me your diary." Even after all this he had not forgotten their conversation, not when she had dared to mention how he was named in her diary entries.

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ㅤㅤmija was a complete and utter mess. wonbin had fucked her mercilessly before, making her cum until her legs shook, raising the bar with every rendezvous, but it all paled in comparison to this. whatever this was. each thrust pained her, ripping through her body and making her feel like she would be torn in two by the time he was finished with her, and yet with the pain came bliss, with his cock managing to reach places she never thought to be possible. even without anything in her cunt she could still feel him there as if he was buried between her glistening and swollen folds whilst he spanked the cum out of her. lewd moans were only shoved back into her throat by his fingers when she finally finished climaxing, red cheeks burning with embarrassment as she predicted a scolding for the sheer amount she’d spilt. she’d apologise, but his fingers were still in her mouth, and any noise would only lead to unwanted attention. 

ㅤㅤa saccharine smile graced her pretty, but ruined, face when his hand found its way back to her throat, the restriction of air instantly having a dizzying effect on her as she sunk into the mattress beneath him with each of his final thrusts. the noises that left her now empty mouth when he removed his fingers were choked and strained, the hand down by her side clutching at the bedding until knuckles turned white whilst he squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed. mija was seeing stars on her cream-coloured ceiling by the time he sheathed his cock in her tight ass one last time, her croaked-out moan barely audible when she felt him twitch inside of her, a tear rolling down the side of her face as she fell limp in his hold. his seed felt warm as it filled her up and coated his length, spilling out around the edges and mixing with her own mess on her skin and sheets, but he still didn’t let go. and, for a second, she thinks that she wouldn’t mind if this was the way she went out.

ㅤㅤher vision had grown more blurred the longer he held her life in his hands, the combined effect of her dizzy haze and the tears making it hard for her to see until they’d finally closed. it wasn’t until when he finally released enough of the pressure for her to take a much-needed breath that her eyes slowly fluttered open, the redness in her cheeks lightening as she coughed and spluttered her way back to a regular breathing rhythm. the sudden emptiness hurt almost as much as the initial penetration had. despite having taken so long to adjust to his size, it seemed to take even longer for it to forget it as her hole gaped around nothing. she knows she’ll be able to feel his cock, and his hand, for days to come. does she even have any seasonal scarfs? 

ㅤㅤa small hand foolishly lifted to cup at the underside of his jaw as he stayed close, swallowing thickly and wincing when she dared to straighten her legs out.  “ sorry… ”  her voice was hoarse when she managed to find it, a slight soreness burning at her throat in the wake of his touch. she could still feel him pinning her down, pulsating in her, blessing her with his seed, when she braved leaning up to steal a kiss from the corner of his mouth before she’s falling back defeatedly.  “ thank you, lord. god really is good. can… can i get you a clean t-shirt? ”

Knowing her well at this point he knew that any touch to her cunt would result in her orgasm, even if pure pain. Still it would not yet bore him to observe it every time, how easily she would falter under it all. If she had any flaws it was her absolute inability to restrain herself from cumming, never able to ask for it before it happened nor even think not to oblige what her body screamed for. One would think a church girl knew discipline, all the more reason for Wonbin to train her more, form her into the perfect toy for his needs. For now all he could do was watch, expression stone cold as she spilled all over, each of his strike making it splatter harder until it had not only soaked her but all along front of his shirt. Luckily his pants were pushed down far enough to stay out of reach but..she would have to come up with a solution later. Not now though as he allowed himself to feel the arousal of watching her, feeling her, hearing her. The mess of a woman underneath him, drooling and dripping for him as he messed with her insides, plunging into her with thrusts he was starting to lose a tiny bit of control over with the rising of the heat in the pit of his stomach. At last he leaned over her, hand back to her throat to press while the other pulled his fingers from her mouth to let the soaked digits slap her face, nothing left to silence her. In that moment he pressed forward, leaned into her as his hips came to a controlled halt and a muffled grunt announced his orgasm. That thick length throbbed inside of her, no latex to dampen the sensation as his warm seed spilled into her with vigorous bursts. Despite the ordeal, was it even a punishment now? Wonbin came to the realization that punishing a glutton for pain and disrespect like Mija would be near impossible. A challenge he was not opposed to. While wallowing in his release he actually lost attention to how hard his fingers choked her throat, only slowly getting out of his daze where eyes focused once more and his head tilted as he looked her over. Not even bothering to be quick in easing his hold to not accidentally kill her, as instead it was a slow release that he observed closely. "Don't worry, this is just the beginning." He uttered, like he had just made a decision about something important even though he swiftly pulled out of her swollen hole like it was nothing. There was definitely challenges ahead for her. Explaining or hiding the bruises of the rough sex, the noises of at least the last half of this having undoubtedly made its way through the walls to her parents as well as needing to somehow explain why her duvet would need immediate cleaning and drying- or her awkward way of moving for the coming days. Wonbin would have her report to him about it, keep himself entertained. "Where's your gratitude? Don't tell me you passed out."

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤmija had been a ticking timebomb before her sinful pact with wonbin. what else was to be expected from a sheltered catholic girl with a raging porn-turned-wonbin addiction? he had been a blessing in the form of the perfect outlet — a man that was willing to defile her in ways that she’d only ever seen in videos. and the man she’d spent so long pining for, no less. how did she ever get so lucky? he justified her carnal urges while giving her a purpose, something that she’d been lacking for so long. 

ㅤㅤeven if that purpose involved being subjected to beautiful punishments such as this one… all that begging for him to fuck her, and he’d spoilt her enough to oblige, but her cunt was still empty, and her ass was so sore. the tears that had welled in her warm brown eyes started to fall with each blink, drops tickling her skin as they rolled down past her temples and down her cheeks when she lifted her head to bury her nose in his locks — muffling the moans that his bite evoked whilst savouring the feeling of his lips on her shoulder, even if it does hurt. but, for her, pain brought pleasure.

ㅤㅤin that moment, when her father knocked on her bedroom door, she selfishly wished for him to drop dead. he’d raised her to be loyal and devout, yet there he was, threatening to interrupt her act of repentance. it took all of her strength to answer, her voice only faltering once or twice as she willed him away, trying to listen to his footsteps as they grew further away, but it was proving hard to listen to anything but the lewd wetness of her tight ring being stretched out. how her father hadn’t heard the relentless slamming of wonbin’s hips was a mystery, but she knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

ㅤㅤher hole never once lessened its hold around wonbin’s pulsating length, the pain of each thrust never alleviating but only shifting into a distorted pleasure whenever the head pressed deep enough for her to feel it in her cunt. a gag sounded at how suddenly his fingers were in her throat, teary eyes glistening as they sought his out — still searching for approval every time she looked in them. the lewd strikes to her cunt have her eyes widening and her body trembling with pleasure, each contact made with her clit making her thighs tense and her holes clench, doubling both the pleasure and the pain as she comes undone at his last strike in spite of her emptiness — her juices erupting from her in ways that made her cheeks red from embarrassment.

ㅤㅤshe doesn’t know what it was that tipped her over the edge exactly, whether it was the blinding pain from his relentless thrusts, or the force of his hands, or the carnal look in his eyes, or the demeaning way he spoke to her, or all of the above… she just hoped the mess she’d made on his clothes wouldn’t get her in trouble. she didn’t dare moan when she came, nor did she dare moan when his thrusts grew more feverish and her tight walls tried to keep up with the demand of his pace and size, but she couldn’t hold back the moan that his words conjured. she’s drooling around his fingers when she nods, her desperation evident in her face as she grew closer to getting what it was that she wanted the most… just not where she wanted it. but she’d earned this, and she can earn that, too.

Wonbin had not set out to find someone to manipulate, it was just that Mija turned out to be so pliable in both body and mind that it came naturally. Add to that his intellect that knew where to say what when and this situation felt much less absurd. Meant to be even. Who else would be able to take control of her, doubtful that she would know what to do with herself if not for Wonbin taking over for her. All while she was so blissfully oblivious to what was really happening. And so this was where he decided her place was, underneath him, at his mercy, a useful tool for his every need. Maybe god was real, and maybe he had chosen Wonbin as someone special. At least the idea had him chuckle, something eventually drowned in a distinct moan that he muffled by sinking his teeth into her shoulder until a deep impression of them was left behind. Bruises, bites, wounds- how much longer would she be able to explain them away to her boyfriend? The heir was interested to see what would happen. Especially now that he was sure he was rendering her impossible to sit comfortably for a while. A steady reminder of himself wherever she would be. With the knock disturbing his thought process, there was only a brief moment of care before he continued on. Honestly he couldn't care less about what the man on the other side of the door was saying, all he focused on was the delicious way she squeezed around him from nervousness, the look in her eyes of terror mixed with the usual need of approval and with just one glance down her folded body he took notice of her arousal making a mess of herself and his cock, spilling with each impactful thrust rocking her body. Mija had barely finished speaking to her father and Wonbin decided to shove his fingers into her mouth, letting them stroke across her tongue to the back of her throat, properly stuffing that mouth to muffle further noise. A precaution given how he leaned back, slipped his other hand between them and began striking her open cunt with his palm. "Look at your cunt drooling. Maybe fucking your ass is better than anything you could feel with this used up hole." Once more his hips came to a grind just for two more strikes hitting her sex. The expression he carried was priceless. Something he had never let slip before but now it seemed the mask had fully fallen, any smile, any amusement having left there was only something primal, something dark left in his eyes as he looked down to her as he picked up the pace and started drilling his cock deep into her. "Nod if you need my seed. If you can't exist without it anymore."

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤmija had underestimated how deep her obsession with wonbin would grow, how dark it could become. but everything felt right. even the pain induced by the sharp thrust of hips, repeatedly drilling the oversized girth of his cock into her too-small hole, felt right. this was simply another process in getting to know him — in learning him, every inch she could take. her legs shook as she folded under the weight of his thrusts, each muffled groan expressing her quiet sounds of pain as the wet smacking of skin drowned her out. 

ㅤㅤthere was something poetic about him claiming her in this way in her childhood bedroom. she’d spent hundreds, if not thousands, of nights praying in here — but never a prayer of such magnitude as tonight’s. she almost cried out loud when he grabbed her by the jaw, a pained smile gracing her glossy, saliva-coated lips as he kissed her forehead, embracing the gentle act amidst the storm of thrusts and muffled groans. her walls were wrapped snug around his cock, feeling each and every movement whether it brought her pleasure or pain, focusing on the feeling of him pulsating through to her empty cunt rather than the tearing of her ass. but then his promise gives her a new focus — a new reason to be happy. tonight’s the night that she receives one of the highest blessings possible, and she was going to savour every second she had with him inside of her. 

ㅤㅤthe grinding of his hips has her head digging back into the pillows, back arching as eyes rolled back as she felt in places that she’d never felt before, causing her body to squirm under the weight of his muscular frame as she nods in agreement and submission. this is what she was made for. eyelids fluttered as he reached down to spit, toes curling as her neglected cunt ached for his attention, feeling the familiar knots of an orgasm beginning to tighten in her stomach in spite, and possibly because of, the pain. petals open to answer his question before they’re shutting again, her eyes wide but for different reasons as the familiar knock on her door sounded.

ㅤㅤusually she would’ve heard the footsteps had she been sat texting inappropriate things to wonbin, but she’d been far too busy getting defiled in her family home to have noticed. but she’d noticed the knock, and it was the strong, firm knock of her father; wonbin had noticed, too. she foolishly hoped that he’d at least pause long enough for her to talk her way out of it, but he soon proves her wrong, sending her head back into the pillow as he slams her into the bed.  “ sorry, dad — i was on the phone to hana and then i dropped it. hm? ”  she paused to listen and to cover her mouth, giving her a second to swallow her moans as her juices continued to flow and coat his ceaseless cock.  “ no, no— i’m okay… i’m getting changed for bed so i’ll just see you in the morning. ”  okay sweetheart, goodnight sweetheart, love you sweetheart.  “ goodnight dad, love you too, dad. ”  all the while, her eyes never left wonbin’s — hoping, desperately begging, to make him proud. 

Maybe this would finally make her think twice about disobeying, or at least make her consider to not ask him to hurt her again. Which in Wonbin's eyes would be a shame, after all this was the first time someone had asked him to do so. A win either way. Especially getting those tight walls squeezing around his cock as he opened her up to his size, forced her body to recognize his length and girth as it was pushed into her, a feeling he was certain her body would remember for days longer than the loss of her initial virginity had been. The display was glorious, those glistening eyes and red cheeks, the way she so desperately tried to muffle her noises despite those distinct slaps of his hips against her ass filling the room, defiling it with their actions at last. It felt like finally he owed everything about her, her body, her mind and her whole life. Everything associated with her was his, he would make sure of it. Mija needed to bear witness to that so when she turned away from him he grabbed her jaw to have her facing him again, listening to her praise which brought out a breathy chuckle. In the tiniest bit of praise of his own he pressed a kiss to her temple, open mouthed, firm as it muffled a grunt. That very moment his cock throbbed heavily inside of her, undoubtedly felt with how her body clung to it. "I'll finally give you my seed just how you've always craved. Deep inside so your body will remember exactly what it's made for." A promise in a way as hips pressed forward into a grind, letting her feel the head of his cock probe her insides, his girth pushing against her cunt before he slid back and slammed back into her, finding it easier than before, less resistance of the tightness but he still leaned back again, supporting his body against her throat while he spat down onto her sex to let it flow down to his cock. "Look at that, I spoiled you rotten. What's it like to have an empty cunt for once?" The commotion might have been too much, possibly the creaking of the bed or the muffled voices- whatever it was, it caused for a knock at the bedroom door. A sound that had Wonbin stop for just a moment, watching Mija's face before finally his lips parted with a grin and he continued to slam into her. "Speak."

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤshe should be embarrassed by how pathetic she was acting in her family bedroom whilst her parents sat downstairs, more than likely reading a piece of scripture that she was currently disgracing. she knew that wonbin was powerful, her accidental discovery of his secret had revealed that. but the feeling of his hand wrapped around her throat, choosing when and how often she was allowed to take a gasped breath… it only confirmed what she knew and reiterated what she believed — that she belonged to him, mentally and physically. from the way he makes her heart race and her trembling holes clench. 

ㅤㅤsoft cheeks are reddened by the restricted flow of air, her bright eyes watering with each painful thrust as she internally willed herself to take it, to like it more than it hurt her. but it hurt in ways the first time in her aching cunt did, making her legs squirm under him until she heard the bed squeaking and she stopped, whimpers still muffled by her palm as she gazed wide-eyed up at him, her eyes a mixture of pain and admiration. he ignores her request, and she can only thank him for making her wet enough to make it somewhat bearable. glistening eyes rolled back under the belief of momentary mercy once his fingers left her still-tight hole, confused by it’s refusal to adjust until she saw stars at the intrusion of his soaked cock in replacement of his fingers. they’d hurt, but the pain paled in comparison to this, to the thickness of his girth as well as the sheer length of his cock. he could fuck her as deep, and spread her as wide, as he wanted — and she was willfully at his mercy. 

ㅤㅤeyes are wide once he was buried deep in her tight walls, thankful for the hand over her mouth as she drowned out a yelp that threatened to expose their exploits, her empty hand lifting to hook under her knee, desperate to find a position that lessened the pain that rippled through her folded-up body. a lewd, muffled cry escaped her at the feeling of his spit trickling down before getting fucked inside of her, nails digging into the underside of her thighs as he angled her — her back arching off the bed to desperately try and get a look as he defiled her, her cunt still clenching around nothing as she felt him in both holes. the alleviation of pressure from his hand around her throat makes the hand against her mouth tighten, still trying to drown out her pathetic moans and whines as his words make her stomach knot.

ㅤㅤthe thrusts are enough to make her want to yelp, making her abandon her thigh and reach for the corner of her duvet to stuff it in her mouth to absolve her of her moans as her face turned away and her eyes screwed shut.  “ praise… god’s… cock…  ”  she’s interrupted by a choked whine, only daring to move the sheet when she knew she wouldn’t scream. “ will you… will you cum in my ass, lord?praise… ”  and then she’s stuffing her mouth again, terrified of being overheard, of being caught. her parents wouldn’t understand, no one would understand — because god chose her.

Of course she'd be dripping all over, staining those strawberry sheets with her arousal just from being choked and teased. No more as a confirmation needed that indeed she was beyond saving, something Wonbin thoroughly enjoyed. The way it clashed with the image of herself as a devout, innocent being outside of their time together- amusing, if anything. He could feel her cunt clench around air, the movement felt against his shaft having him chuckle as fingers tightened around her throat once more to cut off her air. Undoubtedly she would have to wear a scarf or turtleneck for a few days after this..if he allowed it. "Don't worry, it will hurt." Especially not that she asked for it. While his fingers were buried inside her virgin hole he could feel her dripping over his hand, making good use of it to keep his fingers coated, even if not enough to thrust in perfectly smoothly. Those moaned pleas went ignored, simply choked away by his hand as he observed her flushed face struggle, that hand over her mouth so desperately trying not to let her family downstairs know that she had company all while his fingers parted inside of her, stretching her open until he grew bored. Fingers slipped out of her yet there was no moment given for her to adjust before his glistening cock pressed to the hole, letting the thick head nudge against that pathetically twitching opening. As he thrust forward it was so impossibly tight, he did have to go slow as the muscles were spread open by his size, not comparable to his fingers that had now taken hold of her thigh to push her hips up for a better angle. Teeth clenched as he bit back his grunt, nose huffing air with how those walls clung to him. Half way through he did spit down to coat the last inched that pushed into her, filling her up to the point of visibly pushing her cunt up, a ridiculous sight that had him chuckle. It also reminded him to ease a bit around her throat so he could watch her attempt to muffle herself once more. "Don't worry, whore. You're still a virgin as long as your god fucks you." With that his hips began pulling back just to thrust into her again, rocking steadily into her body, needing some more strength than usual but making due. To be fair her cunt could never compare to this tightness, he might grow to prefer this especially seeing Mija's expression as he fucked her ass, leaned over close to not miss a single microexpression. "Praise, you finally got that raw cock you wanted so bad for so long."

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤno one understood mija like wonbin did. her family believed her to be perfect, the epitome of morality and goodness. studying a masters in marine biology, heading the regular events held at her local church, and a good, honest christian. but wonbin knew better than that. knew that there was more to mija than meets the eye, and that part of her used to be bottled up, suppressed, until she met him. and now it was solely reserved for him. her boyfriend. the man fucking her in the ass in her family kitchen whilst they indulged in polite rock music and general, neighbourly pleasantries. the sounds of her hips crashing back against his was steady and rhythmic, clashing against the sound of the music as knuckles whitened against marble counter.

ㅤㅤit was hard to be perfectly quiet, but she managed. it helped that one hand had abandoned the side in favour of pressing a palm firm against her mouth — sealing in the now muffled moans. he was right, she has wanted this to happen. for months now, if not longer. and she was savouring every filthy second of it, every thick inch of him as he stretched her tightest hole. fingers sunk into the apples of her cheek as he seized control, pressing her smaller frame into the counter when a squeak sounds behind her hand at feeling the head buried so deep. her feet were pretty much off the floor by the time he'd started to drill into her, dark eyes rolling with a combination of pleasure and pain from being used with such fervour. it was a miracle that she was still able to stay quiet, the sensation being enough to make her eyes start to water before she was suddenly plucked from the ground.

ㅤㅤmija had been so lost in wonbin that she hadn't heard the door click, but she'd understood his body language. hands fell back down to overlap where his held her, a small smile gracing soft petals as she offered a strained, but passable, greeting. her aunt, from her mother's side. a sweeter, older lady. too naive to notice that there was a slight tremble in mija's thighs as she's sweetly embraced by her lover. her head tilted back ever so slightly, just to look up at him and admire as he smiled, acting as if he wasn't spilling cum into darling mija's not so virgin ass. it made both her holes twitch, watching him play the role of her doting boyfriend by doing stuff as mundane as conversing with her family, even if they were simultaneously committing such sins in a previously sinless room. she stayed quiet for the most part, letting wonbin lead the conversation; quick to say her out in a sec's to get their alone time back. she listened to each step as she walked away, swallowing thickly as her ring wrapped snugly around him; clenching with anticipation when the door clicked shut. she pulled forward, against the counter to pull his cock out until just the head remained; a hand reaching down to grab at one of her cheeks to hold herself open before pressing back again, and again, and again. " use me— use me until you cum. "

"Don't pretend like you haven't been desperately waiting to get fucked with your family close by." A dry chuckle from his lips given her statement of it being his fault, something Wonbin appreciated yet he knew her depravity all too well. In a way it was similar to his own, sexually at least, which was why she was the only match for him to last. Even more so when she was perfect to present in public, a nice christian girl with traditional image that the broader public could perfectly associate with his own. Their private endeavors were the perfect addition for this to be the right plan for his future. Just look at her wiggling her hips so eagerly onto his cock, no mind paid to who may walk in for a refill or who may hear the way her voice hitched or skin gave in to the impact of his palm. To be fair she did do well now that her body was adjusted to taking him in every hole, even if it was still a tight fit. Wonbin just had to lean back and watch as she did her best to get exactly what she needed so desperately, that small body struggling to press back onto him over and over, impaling herself on his thickness all while remembering to try and keep herself quiet. The Christian rock played outside still had to do its best to drown her noises out from ever reaching the garden. Especially once he grew impatient with her movements, the sloppy way she had allowed his cock to slip and so his body weight soon pressed her hips harder into the edge of the kitchen counter, his length pushed all the way to the base inside her to the point of bulging out her cunt from the inside until finally his hips started snapping at a rapid pace. As arousing as the thrill of being found was they did have to get this over with quicker than usual. No mercy was given to her tight hole as he plunged in to her, his own noises being bit back. Wonbin was not loud anyway yet the tightness dragging along his cock, the way she clung to him did have him grunt here and there. A clicking of the door had him stop momentarily, her body lifted from the counter with his arms around her waist like he was simply hugged her tight from behind while his cheek pressed to rest against her head. Just in time for one of the guests to make their way past, a comment given about how cute they were simply enjoying their togetherness in the kitchen. And there it was again, Wonbin's smile, his polite yet casual way of conversing all while his cock was throbbing inside of her, dripping inside of her with that sticky pre-cum and nothing but her bunched up dress obscuring the sight of their bodies connecting. Luckily Wonbin was an expert at ending conversations in a nonchalant way that left conversations partners with a good feeling regardless, especially since the intruder simply needed another cup of coffee from the machine. They were invited to rejoin everyone outside soon once their private retreat in the kitchen was over. Just a young couple in their own little world, it was all that people needed to believe them to be.