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Leather made Mafia

Mafia Boss Yunho x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, two way mirror, squirting, over stimulation, edging, toy play, spanking, rough oral

Your wrists ache.

The cuffs bite into your skin, a sleek silver that gleams against the dark velvet of the chaise you’ve been thrown onto a few hours ago. The room is dim, bathed in the warm flicker of a fire that casts tall, hungry shadows across the walls. It smells like smoke, leather, and spice—danger dressed in luxury.

Then you hear him.

Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo over the marble floor. The door shuts with a whisper behind him. You lift your head, breath catching in your throat.

Jeong Yunho.

The mafia boss.

The ghost story whispered between rival families. And now, your captor.

He doesn’t speak.

Not yet.

He lets his presence devour the space first.

Black leather pants cling to his long legs, smooth and tight, molded to his thighs like a second skin. Each step makes the shine of his boots catch the light—glossed to perfection, thick-soled and deadly. The leather jacket he's wearing creaks faintly as he moves, heavy and expensive, the kind that smells like sex and violence.

He tilts his head, eyes flickering over your bound body, unhurried. His gaze makes you feel naked, even though you're still clothed—barely.

His voice finally cuts through the tension.

Low.

Rich.

Cruel even.

“Do you know what happens to spies who get caught in my territory, sweetheart?”

You swallow hard. Your heart hammers in your chest like a drum, but it's not just fear. It's the way he looks at you—like he’s interrogating you.

Yunho shrugs off his jacket and lets it drop behind him with a soft thud. Underneath, he wears a silk black shirt, buttons open just enough to reveal the carved lines of his collarbone, the smooth expanse of his chest. A silver chain glints against his throat.

He walks closer. His boots hit the floor with a rhythm that matches your rising pulse.

“You’ve been watching me for weeks. I let you.” “And now?” you manage, voice trembling.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Now I get to return the favor.”

Yunho kneels beside the chaise, his hand gliding up your calf—slow, deliberate. His leather glove is still on, and the cool press of it against your warm skin makes you squirm.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to,” he murmurs, voice hot against your ankle.

His gloved hand pins your leg open, spreading you for his gaze. You suck in a sharp breath. He watches your face while he does it, enjoying your helplessness, the way your lips part, the way your body shudders.

Yunho brings your foot to his chest and presses it there, right over his heartbeat. The leather of his glove slides down your ankle, across your arch, down to your toes. Then, slowly—deliberately—he pulls the glove off with his teeth, eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re not afraid of me,” he says, voice dark silk. “Not yet. But you will be.”

He leans forward and places a kiss just above your knee. Another higher. Another, just below your hip. And then he looks up at you, eyes blazing.

“But first, you will beg.”

His breath ghosts over your inner thigh, and you flinch.

Yunho’s ungloved hand grips your hips hard enough to bruise. His skin melting into yours. The sound of his chuckle—low and condescending—makes your stomach twist. He smells like smoke and polished leather, and his eyes… his eyes burn into you like molten steel.

“That’s right,” he growls, “tremble for me.”

You try to pull your legs closed.

Instinct.

Bad idea.

He grabs your ankle and yanks it wide open, the metal cuff around your wrist biting deeper as your back arches from the force.

“You move without permission again, and I’ll strap you to the floor.” He pauses, voice dipping lower. “Would you like that, little spy? Face down on my marble, drooling on my boots while I fuck you?”

Your breath shatters.

He stands—slowly, deliberately—and drags your ankle up over his thick thigh. His leather pants squeak under the pressure, and now your leg is spread across him, helpless and exposed. You try to close your eyes but his gloved fingers grip your chin, forcing your gaze upward.

“Open them.”

He snaps.

“Look at me.”

You obey.

Yunho lifts your foot, presses it directly to the glossy shine of his right boot. The heat radiating from his body is almost overwhelming.

“See this?” he murmurs, grinding the toe of the boot against your soaked panties. “That shine? That’s how I like my things—flawless. Controlled. Claimed.”

He slides the toe of his boot down, down, until it’s rubbing your clit through the thin fabric. Not soft. Not teasing. Firm. Dirty.

“Soaked already?” His voice turns mocking. “Pathetic.”

You moan—helpless, half-humiliated, half-thrilled. The pressure is just right, enough to make your hips jerk despite your restraints. He pushes harder, grinding the leather toe into you with brutal, perfect rhythm.

“Don’t you dare come,” Yunho snaps. “You’ll come when I say you can. Understand?”

You nod desperately, lips bitten raw from holding back the scream building in your throat.

He shoves your panties to the side with the sharp toe of his boot and lets the leather press against your bare folds—hot and slick. His expression doesn’t change. Cold. Focused. Dangerous.

“If you come, I’ll make you lick it off the floor.”

The pressure stops. You let out a whimper, aching, soaked, ruined.

“Beg for it.”

You hesitate.

CRACK.

His palm collides with your inner thigh—hard. The sting blooms instantly.

“Beg. Like the worthless spy you are.”

Your voice is barely more than a breath.

“Please, Yunho… I need it. I need you.”

He hums, pleased.

Then the boot returns. Harder this time. Deliberate, cruel strokes, toe grinding mercilessly over your swollen clit, while he watches your face like it’s his favorite painting. He leans in, one hand wrapping around your throat—not choking, just holding.

“Look at you,” he purrs, “all ruined by a boot. You think you’re in control of anything right now?”

You shake your head. Your thighs are shaking, slick dripping down your skin, pooling on his boot. You’re seconds away from coming.

“Hold it,” he growls. “Don’t come.

Don’t.

You.

Fucking.

Come.”

Your breath is ragged. Your body burns. You grip the cuffs like a lifeline, trying—failing—to obey.

And then it happens.

Your hips jerk.

Your body spasms.

Too late.

You come.

Hard.

Without permission.

Helplessly screaming his name.

The moment the tremor dies out, his hand is in your hair, dragging your face down to the floor like a ragdoll. He steps forward, his boot now beside your cheek, gleaming with your cum.

“I told you not to. Look what you’ve done.”

He forces your chin to turn, positioning your lips at the toe of the boot.

“Clean it.”

You don’t hesitate.

Your tongue presses to the leather, slick and warm, licking your own orgasm from where he made you disgrace yourself.

“Good girl,” Yunho mutters, voice dark with heat. “Now get ready to do it again. But this time, you’ll ask permission. Or I’ll fuck your throat until you cry.”

The velvet of the chaise is ripped away from your back as Yunho hauls you up by the cuffs, dragging you across the room. You stumble, legs weak from orgasm, wrists still bound, body still throbbing from the boot grinding.

He’s silent now.

Silent in that terrifying way predators get when they’re about to devour.

The bedroom door opens with a push from his shoulder. It's cavernous, black marble floors, deep red curtains, and a massive bed like something out of a kingpin’s wet dream. Gold fixtures. Leather cuffs bolted into the headboard. Ropes. Chains. All prepared.

“On the bed,” he growls, yanking you by the wrist so hard you hit the mattress with a gasp.

You’re scrambling to your knees when he’s already at the bedside table—pulling out a pair of steel scissors, long and medical-grade.

He turns toward you, tilts his head, and snaps them open with a flick of his wrist.

“These clothes?” he asks, voice a silken threat. “You didn’t think you’d get to keep them, did you?”

You shake your head—too stunned to speak.

SNIP.

The blade slices through your top like it’s nothing, right between your breasts, splitting the fabric straight down. He rips it apart with a single tug, leaving your chest bare.

SNIP. SNIP.

Your panties don’t stand a chance. He doesn't even take them off—you feel the cool press of steel against your inner thigh, then hear the sharp, violent slice. The ruined fabric falls away and leaves you exposed, trembling.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So fucking pretty when you're helpless.”

He grabs your ankle and drags your leg toward the bedpost, securing it in a leather strap. The click of the buckle seals your fate. Your other leg follows—wide open, restrained, spread for him. Then your arms—cuffed to the headboard.

You’re bound, fully naked, legs open and shaking, wrists above your head.

And he’s still fully dressed.

Leather pants gripping every inch of those thick thighs. Boots polished and dark. Black silk shirt now open wider, hanging off his chest like he doesn’t even notice how good he looks. Because he does. He always does.

Yunho sits at the edge of the bed and just stares for a moment.

Then he spits on your pussy.

“This is mine now,” he says coldly. “I’ll take it when I want. Fill it. Break it. Worship it. Ruin it.”

His fingers slap against your clit—hard, wet, fast. No rhythm. Just cruel, shocking stimulation that sends your hips back and forth.

You cry out.

“No,” he snaps. “You don’t get to come again unless you earn it.”

He crawls up the bed slowly—boot dragging across the sheets, leather creaking, gaze locked on yours like he wants to burn through you.

Yunho settles between your thighs. Not naked. Not even undressed. His boots are pressed to your calves, legs spread wide, and you feel the unmistakable bulge of his cock beneath the leather. He’s rock-hard and still hasn’t even taken his belt off.

He leans down.

Kisses you once—cruelly soft—then speaks against your mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you now. You’re going to scream. You’re going to beg me to stop—and then beg me not to.”

You whimper.

He grabs his belt, unbuckles it with one sharp snap—and rips his cock free.

Thick.

Wet.

Already dripping precum.

Without warning, Yunho shoves into you, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.

You cry out, wrists yanking at the cuffs, thighs burning from the stretch, but he doesn’t give you a second to adjust.

He fucks you like you’re a hole to own—deep, fast, cruel. The leather of his pants rubs against your skin, boots digging into the mattress on either side of your thighs, his cock splitting you open with merciless strokes.

“Say it,” he snarls. “Say you’re mine.” “Say this pussy belongs to your boss.”

Your moans break into sobs as he slams into you over and over, each thrust brutal, punishing, godlike.

“Say it, or I’ll stop.”

You pause.

Yunho stops. Slowly taking his drenched dick out just leaving the head at the entrance of your pussy lips.

You lose it.

“Y-You're my boss!” you cry. “Yours, fuck—Yunho, I’m yours!”

He grins—feral. Dark. Possessive.

“Good girl.”

Yunho slams into you.

But he still doesn’t let you come.

You can barely breathe.

Yunho’s hips are a blur above you, slamming into your soaked pussy with cruel, punishing strokes that make the headboard slam against the wall. You’re still bound, legs wide and trembling, arms tied tight above your head, and he’s fucking you like you belong to him—because you do now.

Your throat is raw from screaming. Your cunt’s dripping wet and twitching with every brutal thrust. But it’s not enough for him.

Not nearly enough.

He pulls out suddenly, cock wet, twitching and angry, and climbs off the bed. You’re panting, dazed, thighs shaking from the denial—but his boot slams onto the mattress beside your hip, bringing you back instantly.

“You think that was the worst of it?” he growls, voice dripping venom and heat. “We’re just getting started.”

He disappears for only seconds, but when he returns, he’s carrying a box. When he opens it, your stomach drops.

Toys.

Mean ones.

A vibrating wand. Nipple clamps. A glass dildo. A riding crop.

And in his hand, a narrow leather paddle.

He slides it across your belly like a threat before tossing it aside for now. Instead, he pulls your body toward him, face-down this time, ass in the air, cheek pressed to the sheets.

“Count.”

The paddle cracks across your ass—hard, hot, deafening.

“One!”

Another. And another. The sting crawls under your skin like fire, blooming in red.

“Two—f-fuck—three!”

He growls behind you, grabs your cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide. Then you feel it—his hand on your pussy, bare and wet and throbbing.

SLAP.

Your whole body jolts.

SLAP.

Again. Again.

“Look at this mess,” he hisses. “Dripping all over my sheets and you haven’t even earned a fucking orgasm.”

Your clit’s throbbing, crying out for touch, but all he gives you are brutal flicks—just the tip of his finger, mean little slaps to your clit that make your hips jerk, unable to escape.

“Say you want me to torture it,” he says.

“P-please,” you sob. “Please torture my pussy, Yunho—please—”

He turns the wand on.

The moment it touches your clit, you scream. It’s too much—already so sensitive, and now the wand’s buzzing mercilessly into the most tender spot.

You squirm. He shoves his boot onto your back to keep you still.

“Take it.”

He slips a glass dildo into you—ice cold at first, then burning as your heat overtakes it. He twists it slowly, watching you unravel.

“Still want to come?”

“Y-yes—please—please—”

He clicks the wand off.

You sob.

Beg.

Whimper.

But Yunho just chuckles.

Then he grabs your hair, yanks your face up and shoves your body off the bed, onto your knees.

“Open your throat. I’m going to fuck your mouth like you’re just a hole for my cock.”

You don’t have time to prepare—he’s already stuffing it past your lips, deep, thick, heavy, and he doesn’t wait.

He slams into your throat—wet, messy, brutal. You gag. Your eyes water. Spit drips down your chin. But he only growls harder.

“Keep that tongue out—just like that—fuck, yes.”

He fucks your throat until your face is soaked, jaw aching, nose buried in his leather-clad hips. You’re moaning, choking, clenching your thighs—but he never lets go.

When he’s close, he pulls out, grabs your hair in a fist and jerks your face up to look at him.

“Open that filthy mouth.”

You do.

And with a feral growl, Yunho cums all over your face.

It hits your lips. Your chin. Your tongue. Thick, hot ropes painting your skin.

“Fuck yes…” he hisses. “Look at you. My perfect fucking toy.”

His thumb drags across your lips and pushes into your mouth, making you lick it clean. Every drop.

“Swallow it all, little slut.”

You do.

Shaking. Ruined. Owned.

And Yunho, still in his leather and boots, towering above you, eyes glowing with satisfaction, says only one thing as he drags you back to the bed:

“We’re not done. Not until you’re begging me to stop—and even then, I won’t.”

Your body can’t stop shaking.

You’re still on your knees, face slick with his cum, lips swollen from being throat-fucked raw. You can feel your pulse between your legs, your pussy fluttering even though it’s aching and overstimulated.

But Yunho doesn’t let you fall. He grabs you by the cuffs still locked on your wrists and drags you across the bed like a doll, tossing you onto your back. Your legs instinctively try to close—but he’s already there, spreading them again, strapping your thighs wide to the bedposts.

He doesn’t say a word.

He just reaches for the wand.

“Y-Yunho—please,” you pant. “I-I can’t—”

“You will,” he growls, eyes like fire. “You don’t decide when you’re done. I do.”

He clicks the wand back on and presses it straight to your clit.

Your scream is instant. Raw. Desperate. You twist against the restraints but he pins you down, his weight on your stomach, his boot pressed to your ribs as the toy buzzes violently against your sensitive nerves.

“You’re going to come until you’re crying,” he murmurs, brushing a hand over your cheek with cruel gentleness. “And then I’m going to open your ass.”

You’re already moaning, already coming again—without permission—hips bucking into the wand as tears spill down your cheeks.

“Did I say you could come?”

You shake your head, sobbing.

His hand comes down hard on your pussy, open-palmed.

SLAP.

Your whole body jolts.

“That’s two you owe me. If you hit three, I’ll tie you upside down and make you take this toy in both holes until you pass out.”

He throws the wand aside for now and flips you over—your face pressed to the sheets, ass high in the air, legs still strapped apart. You hear the unmistakable sound of a cap twisting open—lube.

“Relax for me, pretty thing,” he purrs darkly, voice thick with hunger. “You’re going to take it whether you’re ready or not—but I want you to enjoy it.”

You feel the slick pool of lube between your cheeks—cool at first, then warm as his fingers spread it over your hole. He teases it, circles it slowly, letting you squirm under him.

“So tight,” he murmurs. “Untouched huh? Not for long.”

One finger pushes in.

You gasp, hips twitching—but Yunho’s hand clamps down on your lower back, keeping you still.

Then two.

He scissors them, slow and rough, forcing you open around the thick intrusion. Your thighs shake. Your cunt clenches around nothing.

And then you feel it—a plug.

Thick. Heavy. Cool silicone.

He presses the tip to your hole.

“Breathe,” he commands. “And take it like a good fucking toy.”

He pushes it in—inch by inch—until the plug pops inside you, stretching you wide and leaving you filled. You moan into the sheets, pussy dripping again already.

“Look at you,” he hisses. “So full—and we haven’t even started. Looks like you like both holes.”

Yunho flips you back over. Your legs are still wide open, pussy and ass on display, plug glinting under the low light. His cock is hard again—raging, the tip flushed and already leaking.

“You’re going to come again. Right now. But only from this.”

He slaps the wand back on and jams it against your clit without mercy.

You scream.

Your body is a live wire—plugged, overstimulated, violated, soaked—and still, Yunho doesn’t stop. The pressure, the intensity, the way your pussy clenches even harder now that your ass is full—it’s too much.

But you can’t stop it.

You come.

Hard.

Violently.

“That’s three.”

He grins darkly and slaps your cunt again.

“Now I get to punish you.”

You're flat on your back, limbs still bound, the thick plug stretching your ass, your pussy twitching from the fourth orgasm that left your body limp. Your breath hitches in your throat as Yunho strokes his cock over your stomach, slow and possessive, smirking like a man who already knows what comes next.

“You know what makes a good pet?” he says softly, dragging his tip through your cum-slick folds. “Obedience. And performance.”

He grabs your chin and tilts your head—toward the mirror that stretches across the far wall of the room. Huge. Dark. Cold.

You see yourself: flushed, messy, completely destroyed. But then—movement. Shapes. Figures.

Three of them. Tall men in suits. Leaning against the other side of the mirror.

Your breath catches.

“That’s right,” Yunho says with a grin, voice low in your ear. “They’re watching.”

“W-What?” Your voice is barely a whisper.

He chuckles darkly.

“My most trusted men. I told them to watch how their boss breaks in a new toy.”

You whimper—heart hammering, cunt clenching at the humiliation, the raw, unbearable knowledge that someone else is watching you be used like this.

Yunho pushes the plug deeper with one hand and brings the wand back with the other.

“Put on a show, sweetheart.”

He turns the wand on and presses it to your clit immediately—no warning. The stretch in your ass and the vibrations against your abused clit make your vision go white.

“Let them see how pretty you look when you come all over yourself.”

He doesn’t stop. Not even when you cry out. Not even when your thighs twitch and your hips jerk violently against the restraints.

“S-stop, Yunho—I-I can’t—! I feel weird!”

“Yes you can. You’re going to cum for me.”

Your stomach tightens. Your body convulses, unable to resist. The wand is unrelenting, his voice a hypnotic chain around your neck.

“Let go. Show them how perfect you are. Come for your boss.”

And then—

You squirt.

Your legs snap tight against the restraints, body shaking uncontrollably as a hot rush floods from between your legs, soaking his chest, the sheets, your thighs, everything. A scream tears out of your throat—raw and sobbing—as you squirt for the first time, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you.

Your eyes blur with tears. Your chest heaves. The overstimulation leaves you floating, breathless, sobbing from how deeply your body obeys him.

Yunho groans at the sight.

“Fuck… You soaked the bed and me.”

He finally drops the wand and leans in, cupping your face with one big, gloved hand—so tenderly it makes your throat ache.

“You did so well for me. So fucking perfect.”

You blink through the fog, still trembling.

“D-did they really… see me?”

He kisses your forehead.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs. “They never looked away.”

But he lies.

The mirror is one-way. Only you and Yunho could see them. They saw nothing.

He just wanted to watch you surrender. And you did.

Utterly. Completely. Gloriously.

“You’re mine now,” he murmurs, pulling the plug out slow while your body jolts at the sensation. “And I’ll keep breaking you until there’s nothing left but my good little toy.”

The sheets are soaked.

Your thighs are trembling, lips sticky with spit and Yunho’s last load, your pussy sore and still fluttering from the overstimulation. You lie there, dazed, fucked out—and yet, he’s still hard.

Still towering.

Still dressed in those black leather pants, the open silk shirt clinging to his abs, boots stained with your slick and the sweat of his control.

He stares down at you, tongue running across his bottom lip. Then his hands slowly go to his waistband.

“You want to worship something real?” he murmurs. “Then fucking look.”

You lift your head as his fingers pop the buttons on his shirt—one by one, slow and deliberate. It slides off his shoulders like a second skin, revealing the hard, sculpted body you’ve only felt until now. Smooth golden skin. Broad chest. Sharp collarbones and a trail of muscle leading down, down…

He drops the shirt.

Then reaches for his belt.

The clink of metal is obscene in the quiet. His pants loosen, leather sliding down over thick thighs, sculpted hips—until he’s fully naked.

And fuck—he’s beautiful.

His cock stands thick and veined, already glistening at the tip, heavy with a second load he hasn’t given you yet. His body is a weapon—crafted and brutal—and he knows exactly how you’re looking at him.

“On your knees,” he commands. “Mouth open. You don’t get to touch. Just serve.”

You crawl—weak, shaking, completely bare—and kneel before him, eyes wide, mouth already parted like instinct.

He grabs your hair and slaps the head of his cock against your tongue, smearing precum across your lips.

“Look at that,” he mutters. “Such a good little cumrag. Already drooling.”

He feeds you the tip—slowly, letting you taste every inch—then shoves in deep, until your nose is pressed to his lower stomach and your throat is full.

You gag. He moans.

“That’s it. No hands. Just take it. Take your boss’s cock.”

He pulls out halfway, then slams in again. Harder. Rougher. Meaner.

Your eyes roll. Spit leaks down your chin. He uses your throat like a hole—nothing but a place to dump every dark urge inside him.

“You’re so much better like this. Not thinking. Not talking. Just swallowing.”

He fists your hair and starts fucking your face, brutal and fast, hips snapping forward while your mouth stretches wide around him. His balls slap your chin. Your jaw aches. Your eyes are glassy with tears.

And he loves it.

“Look at this mess,” he snarls, glancing down at you—drooling, moaning around his cock, tears streaking your ruined face. “My perfect fucking cocksleeve.”

You moan around him, desperate for him to come—desperate to be marked again.

“You want it?” he growls. “Want me to paint your face again?”

You nod, choking on him.

“Then fucking beg.”

He pulls out and slaps his cock against your cheek, smearing your face with spit and precum. You’re gasping, tongue out, lips parted like a toy made just to take it.

“Please, Yunho,” you whimper. “Please cum on my face—want it, need it, please—”

He grunts—hand tightening in your hair as he jerks himself fast, standing over you like a god, sweat dripping from his chest, abs flexing.

And then—

Hot ropes of cum shoot across your cheek. Your mouth. Your lips. One shot lands across your tongue, and you moan as you lick it up without being told.

“Fuck yes…” he breathes. “Look at you—drenched. Face full. Just how I want you.”

He strokes himself slower now, watching you lick the mess from your lips and swallow it, obedient and wrecked.

“Clean my cock,” he whispers.

You do—lips wrapping around the tip again, tongue dragging over every inch, every vein, tasting every last drop while he moans above you.

When you finish, he pulls you close, resting your cheek against his thigh, stroking your hair like a reward.

“Good girl.”

Yunho’s fingers slide down your face, dragging his cum across your lips as you suck it from his fingertips. He watches you, eyes dark, jaw set, chest heaving.

“You really want it now?” “You want that ruined little pussy stuffed full of my cock until you can’t walk?”

You nod—fucking desperate. Aching. Starving.

“Say it.”

Your voice is a broken whisper.

“I want your cock. I want you to fuck me so hard I scream. Please, Yunho, please—I need it—need you inside me.”

His eyes flicker with something dangerous. And then he moves.

He shoves you down onto the bed—face first, ass up—and rips the restraints off your ankles like they’re nothing. His hands dig into your hips, yanking you back so hard your knees nearly lift off the bed.

“I’m not fucking you like a lover,” he growls.

“I’m fucking you like you’re mine.”

You barely have time to breathe before he slams into your pussy with no warning.

“Fuck—!” you scream, back arching violently.

His cock fills you to the hilt in one brutal thrust, stretching you open, deeper than anything you’ve taken all night.

He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t stop.

Yunho fucks you with every ounce of power in his body—hips snapping forward, cock pounding into your cunt with savage rhythm. Your ass bounces with each slap of skin. The sound is obscene. The bed groans beneath you.

“Listen to it,” he snarls. “Listen to your greedy little pussy take it.”

You’re babbling now—nonsensical, mindless, drooling into the sheets while he ruins you from behind. His hands slap your ass, spreading you wider, using you like you were made to be mounted.

“Fucking perfect. Tight little hole made just for me.”

He reaches forward and wraps his hand around your throat, dragging you upright against his chest, never once pulling out.

“Say it,” he breathes against your ear. “Say you were made for my cock.”

“I—I was—fuck—made for you, Yunho—I was only made to fit you, fit your cock inside me—“

His free hand slides between your legs and slaps your clit, making your whole body jolt.

“Come on it,” he growls. “Soak me. Ruin the sheets.”

And when he leans down—mouth at your ear, voice pure command—you shatter.

“Scream for your boss.”

You explode—cunt clenching violently, juices flooding down your thighs, eyes rolling back. You scream his name like a prayer, body convulsing around his cock.

But Yunho doesn’t stop.

He fucks you through it, relentless, brutal, grunting behind you as your pussy tightens around him again and again. You’re sobbing, overstimulated, every nerve raw—but he holds you there, impaled on his cock like you’re just his personal toy.

“That’s it… Come again.”

You do. You don’t mean to, but you do.

Another orgasm crashes through you like a wave, this time so intense you squirt again, legs shaking, body collapsing—but Yunho holds you upright, keeps fucking you, keeps using you.

Until finally—with a snarl and a growl ripped from his chest—he thrusts deep and comes inside you.

Thick.

Endless.

Hot.

You feel it.

You feel it flood you, drip out around him, coat your thighs. He doesn’t pull out. He just holds you there—his cock still buried in your pussy, twitching as you both breathe like animals.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. “Now you’re marked where it counts.”

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