DTM | Chapter 3.4

“Ah…!”

A sharp pain pierced my lower lip, snapping me out of my daze. My eyes flew open just as something warm and firm pushed into my mouth. Even in my half-conscious state, the jolt of intense pleasure scraped down my spine like a razor.

“Aah, Yi-tae, ah… mmph!”

Thud. My back hit the cold wall behind me. At some point, I had wrapped both my arms and legs tightly around Kwon Yi-tae, clinging to him as he devoured me with his aggressive kisses. My clothes felt damp—why were they so wet? The pungent smell of soju made me wince, and just then, Kwon gripped my ass with one hand, pulling me harder against him. Trapped between him and the wall, I gasped for air, unable to move.

The kiss was relentless, leaving me breathless. My fingers clenched his shirt so tightly they turned white. His eager tongue delved into the wet heat of my mouth, stroking and teasing, as his teeth scraped along mine. The combination of my muffled whimpers and the sound of our mingling saliva echoed between us.

Between gasps, his low groans filled my mouth like intoxicating smoke.

“Haa… ngh.”

“Yoo Eunha, let it out. Come on, cry for me if you have to. Just hearing your voice might make me cum.”

“Aah, Yi-tae, mmph!”

I moved my hands to his dark hair, tugging at it while he shifted his angle to deepen the kiss further. Flesh pressed hard against flesh, teeth clashed, and the metallic tang of blood faintly spread over my tongue.

“Mm—hah! I can’t breathe…!”

My head spun, dizziness washing over me from lack of oxygen. I wrenched my face away to suck in a desperate breath, but the reprieve was fleeting. His lips found mine again, insistent, devouring.

Kwon cupped my cheeks in one hand, holding my face firmly in place. With only one arm supporting me now, I instinctively tightened my legs around his waist to keep from falling.

“Yi-tae, wait, haah… I’m slipping, ah!”

“Haah, shit. Lift your face. Open your mouth.”

Kwon Yi-tae knew no moderation. It was as if he was trying to devour me, unleashing everything he’d held back. The kiss, which had been forceful from the start, grew even more intense, and I was helplessly swept away by the overwhelming pleasure pouring over me.

“Haah, fuck. I want to bury myself inside you.”

Suddenly, he thrust his hips upward, making my body jerk. The blatant weight of his arousal pressed against my stomach, impossible to ignore. His hand that had been cupping my cheek slid down to grope beneath me, teasing along the sensitive curve of my thighs.

“Ah, ngh…!”

“Goddamn pants.”

His long fingers trailed down, pressing firmly along the damp fabric between my legs. The unbearable sensitivity made my arms around his neck tremble. He ran his nails over the outline of my entrance before forcefully pushing against it through the fabric.

“Ah! Don’t, stop… ngh, it’s too—!”

“Haa… should I rip them off?”

He leaned in to whisper against my ear, his voice low and chillingly seductive. The sound sent a shiver coursing down my neck and shoulders. I rubbed my forehead against his, gasping for air through the heat.

“No… don’t.”

“And you’re fine walking around in pants soaked with your pussy dripping everywhere?”

The tip of his finger pressed through the material, entering just enough to stretch the fabric along with it. He bit down on the edge of my ear while twisting his finger in slow, deliberate circles.

“Ah! Take your hand away… ah! No fingers, I don’t want them, Kwon Yi-tae!”

“What, you want to walk out of here dragging horny bastards around like stray dogs?”

“No, ah… that’s not it, ngh!”

Trapping me against the wall, he ground his erection against me. The oppressive sensation left me trembling, caught between extreme tension and fevered arousal. It wasn’t fear. Far from it.

But I couldn’t say for sure whether I liked this or not. The only thing I knew was that no one else could bring me relief from this torment but him. Resigned, I let my body hang onto him as though my life depended on it.

“Haa… what am I going to do with you, Yoo Eunha?”

“Dizzy… Yi-tae, I’m dizzy….”

The thrust of his hips quickened, the rhythm growing more urgent. Muffled moans escaped me despite myself, my body going slack as exhaustion crept in. My cheek rubbed against his neck and shoulder while my grip on his shirt loosened, my arms falling away entirely.

Pinning me firmly in place with his body, he let out a ragged breath. His large hand slid up to cradle the back of my head, stroking it gently. As his steady movements lulled me, my eyelids grew heavy, closing on their own.

The world went black, and my consciousness faded into nothingness.

 

***

 

Each time my awareness flickered back on, the surroundings had changed.

At first, I was crouched on the floor, clutching the toilet bowl. I blinked, and the next moment, I was curled up inside the bathtub, hugging my knees. Behind me, familiar hands massaged my head gently, soothingly. It was the same way Kwon Yi-tae used to care for me in the past. Comforted by the long-forgotten tenderness, I let my body relax and leaned back. His solid frame supported me securely.

The next time I opened my eyes, my stomach wasn’t churning anymore. My mind felt clearer, relatively speaking. Did I throw up earlier? Maybe that’s why the drunken haze seemed to have lifted a bit. Even so, my vision was still blurry. I blinked a few more times to focus.

“Ugh… haah.”

A cloudy, slippery substance shot repeatedly across my face, landing on my cheek, lips, and even my eyebrows, where it dripped down slowly. I instinctively raised my half-lidded gaze.

Between the dark pubic hair, his erection was unmistakable, glistening with slick fluid that dripped along the veins tracing down the shaft. The thick, sticky discharge oozed from the tip, trailing downward.

…Was this a dream?

“It doesn’t taste as good as it did in your dreams, huh?”

The blunt head of his cock pressed against my lips, parting the tender flesh. It slid against my teeth and gums before smearing its wetness across my cheek, spreading the fluid messily. I looked up at him, still lying on my back.

His gaze, clouded with lust, devoured me, drinking in the sight of my face like he was memorizing every detail. How did it come to this? I hadn’t come here with this intention, not in the slightest. Somewhere along the line, something had gone completely off track.

But I also knew there was no turning back.

Every spot he touched left a trail of searing heat, and instead of feeling repulsed by the desire in his eyes, I found myself inexplicably drawn to it.

It’s just because I’m still drunk, I told myself, clinging to the excuse like a life raft to disguise my shameful arousal. It’s just a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes. Just this once, it’ll be fine.

Kwon wiped the cum from my eye with his fingers. His touch was meticulous, almost tender, but his face betrayed a lingering hunger.

“Your face looks best covered in my cum.”

“…What is this, my personal color palette?”

I stuck out my tongue and gave a tentative lick to the slit of his cock. Kwon’s face contorted slightly as he took a sharp breath.

“Stop teasing. I’m holding back from shoving it in your mouth right now.”

“Who says I care? I’m not about to suck you off.”

“Fuck… then just lick it a little.”

He gripped the base and rubbed the shaft against my lips. When I stuck out my tongue again, the blunt head pressed down on it, smearing the slick surface back and forth. After a few strokes, he let out a string of unintelligible curses and suddenly pulled away.

It wasn’t until he stepped back that I realized I was naked except for the oversized shirt of his I was wearing.

With one strong hand, he grabbed my thigh and spread my legs, climbing on top of me. The instant our eyes met, his lips crashed into mine. His tongue forced its way in, tangling with mine in a fevered rhythm. My lips sealed around his tongue, sucking on it greedily as our breaths intermingled.

“Hmph, haah…”

His hot hands roamed down my body, caressing my thighs and ass with a firm yet gentle touch. As we kissed, my labored breathing spilled out into the spaces between our mouths. His taut, smooth skin brushing against mine sent a wave of warmth coursing through me. I trailed my hands along his broad shoulders, moving down to feel the rippling muscles of his back. The way they tensed under my palms was oddly satisfying.

His lips left mine to trail along my cheek, nibbling the soft flesh. His tongue dragged across my skin before his teeth followed, sucking and biting. His heavy, hot breaths fanned over my face.

“Haah… what am I supposed to do with you, Yoo Eunha? You’re driving me crazy.”

He lowered his face to press his lips to my neck, working over the tender skin as if to brand me. He moved down further, sucking and biting along my collarbone before his lips reached my chest.

“Ahh…!”

He grasped my chest without hesitation, his grip rough and unrelenting. The sharp pleasure struck down my spine like a whip, blending pain and ecstasy into one confusing mess. I let out heated moans, unable to tell where one sensation ended and the other began.

His lips closed around one of my nipples, teeth grazing the hardened peak before he bit down lightly. His tongue lashed at the sensitive nub as his other hand kneaded the soft flesh of my other breast. The obscene sounds of his lips and tongue filled the air, leaving me melting into the mattress.

It felt like he’d been worshipping my chest for hours. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if he was trying to devour me whole. Glancing down, I saw his dark head of hair buried in my skin, utterly absorbed in his task.

“Stop… it hurts, ah! They’re going to fall off if you keep—ah!”

He flicked his tongue over my swollen nipple, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes.

“I’ll give you mine to replace them.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Ah…!”

I tried shoving his head away, slapping at it with frantic desperation, but it only seemed to spur him on. He latched onto my chest with even more fervor, licking and biting as if determined to leave his mark. The dual assault of sharp pleasure and dull pain shot through my nerves, leaving me trembling uncontrollably.

Twisting my body and grabbing his head did nothing to stop him. His tongue circled around my swollen nipple, teasing it until a shuddering chill ran down my spine. His saliva mingled with my sweat, clinging to my skin like a suffocating haze.

Heat surged up from my chest to the top of my head, and tears spilled uncontrollably down my cheeks.

“Stop, please stop! Ah, Kwon Yi-tae!”

When I finally gave up resisting and pleaded, he raised his head, pressing his lips gently to the corners of my eyes. Each kiss brushed away a tear, leaving trails down my temples.

He looked at me, taking in my tear-streaked, disheveled face with an almost predatory gaze. My eyes fell to his swollen lips, still red and slick from torturing my chest.

Anger surged within me. Those same lips that had left my chest aching beyond belief now seemed unbearably infuriating. I lunged forward, biting down hard on his lower lip.

Pain must have registered, but instead of a groan, he let out a breathy laugh, almost like he enjoyed it. A sadist and a masochist, reveling in both tormenting and being tormented.

That’s when I felt his hand, previously roaming my thigh, press against my soaked center. My breath hitched as an unfamiliar sensation tightened around my chest. His fingers brushed over the entrance, teasing before slipping inside with a smooth, deliberate motion.

“Ah!”

As his fingers curled inside me, Kwon pressed a soft kiss to my parted lips.

“You’re dripping more than I am.”

“Hngh… ah…”

His fingers moved in and out, exploring my inner walls with a steady rhythm, searching every sensitive spot. He added another finger, stretching me further as wet, obscene sounds echoed around us. My thighs trembled violently, my hips twisting as the heat of pleasure climbed higher.

“Can you hear it? Your pussy’s practically begging for my dick.”

“Haah, w-wait, ngh!”

“Has anyone else touched you here while I was gone?”

“I… I don’t know, ah!”

His voice was low and rough, laced with possessiveness. I was too far gone, drowning in waves of pleasure to comprehend his words or his expression. All I could do was cry out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.

“Have you ever shown anyone else that face you’re making right now?”

The intensity of his gaze matched the relentless pace of his fingers. Both pushed me further, leaving me no room to escape.

“I’ll make you forget everything else.”

“Hngh, stop… stop, please!”

“After today, the only one you’ll ever sleep with is me.”

A suffocating possessiveness flared to life. It felt like the wrong emotion to unleash on an ex-lover, but reason had long since retreated under the relentless tide of pleasure.

“Ugh, it tickles….”

Kwon Yi-tae exhaled a warm, moist breath into my ear, his voice laced with a low groan. The sensation sent a dizzying shiver up my spine. The slick wetness between my legs had soaked his hand and was now dripping lazily down the curve of my ass. When he pushed a third finger inside, my entrance stretched painfully tight, and my back arched off the bed.

His fingers plunged deep, while his thumb pressed against my swollen clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“Haa… ah, ah! Wait! I’m gonna—ah, I’m losing it, ahhh!”

My breathing became erratic, each gasp and pant threatening to break into sobs. My head spun as though oxygen was scarce, my heart hammering violently as if it might burst through my ribs. Desperately clawing for relief, my nails dug into his hard forearm before my hands fisted the sheets overhead, trembling with tension.

“Please, take one out, I can’t—ah! Ugh, hnnn….”

“Haah… what’ll you do when I actually put my cock in you?”

“I-I’m gonna come… Yi-tae, please. Haah!”

As the pleasure surged to a crescendo, my body became harder to control. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, instinctively clenching inward.

Smack!

His palm landed sharply on the curve of my ass, the impact radiating heat across my skin.

“Yoo Eunha, spread your legs.”

“Ah!”

The sudden sting sent a shockwave of sensations rippling through me. The overwhelming tension that had built to its peak shattered all at once. White-hot pleasure exploded behind my eyes, my toes curling tightly as I writhed beneath him.

The place he had struck didn’t ache, but it burned like I’d been branded. The shame of having my ass slapped like a child was overshadowed by the intensity of the release it triggered. My mind felt like it had been blown clean out of my skull.

I clenched and unclenched my toes, which had likely turned pale, while shifting my hips against the sheets.

“Ugh.. Haah, haah, haah.”

The burning sensation that had threatened to consume my entire body began to subside, and the tense muscles gradually loosened into a languid state. With dazed eyes, I stared blankly at the ceiling. When the hand that had been inside me slowly withdrew, a shiver ran up my forearm, making my hair stand on end.

As I caught my breath, the sound of tearing plastic echoed through the room. I lifted my head to see Kwon Yi-tae positioning himself between my legs, now wearing a condom. After the heat had dissipated, his erect length appeared nothing short of a weapon.

“Wait, go slower this time.”

“Sorry, I’ve hit my limit.”

Kwon Yi-tae grabbed my hand and pulled it. The destination of my powerless hand was between my thighs. Shocked, I tried to yank my arm back, but warmth covered the back of my hand. Under his guidance, my fingers rubbed against my slick folds, mimicking the motions of masturbation.

“What are you doing, Kwon Yi-tae… Stop. Ugh. Ah.”

After one climax, my body had become painfully sensitive. Even the slightest touch made my spine shudder, and direct stimulation to my core left me on the brink of madness. His gaze was blatant as it roamed, devouring every inch of my exposed and aroused flesh.

Shame layered faintly over the pleasure, but fear of being hit again if I clamped my legs shut left me frozen. It wasn’t just the sting of his palm that had me paralyzed.

A terrifying realization clawed at my mind—was I truly a masochist, as Kwon Yi-tae had fantasized? Did I crave pain? I bit my lower lip, trembling violently at the thought.

Then Kwon Yi-tae guided my slickened hand and spread his arousal along his erect cock. The sight was obscene; his swollen size was intimidating, veering on the edge of brutality.

Letting go of my hand, he grasped my soaked folds and spread me open. The slick entrance contracted, trembling as cool air brushed against it. Gripping the base of his cock, he tapped it against my entrance before slowly pushing in. Only the thick head had barely breached me, yet I was already gasping for breath. It felt like my walls were screaming for salvation.

How had I ever taken this inside me before? Once, I had endured it several times a day, but now it felt impossible, like cramming something into a space it no longer fit. As the heat evaporated, panic crept in—I had to stop him.

Half-rising, I reached out to push him away, my palms pressing against his defined abs. But Kwon Yi-tae didn’t retreat. If anything, he drove in deeper, ignoring my futile attempts.

“Wait, ah! Pull it out, pull it out.  Kwon, -tae…! Haah!”

“Breathe. I’m going to push it all the way in.”

“No, ugh! It hurts, it hurts—ah!”

“Take it all. Swallow every inch.”

I clenched my eyes shut and clawed at the sheets as my thighs quivered uncontrollably. The sensation of his thick shaft dragging along my inner walls left my muscles trembling. His cock burrowed deeper, ruthless in its descent.

“Ah… it hurts!”

Kwon Yi-tae moved slowly but relentlessly, spreading my pussy open with his fingers. The sensitive, glistening flesh was exposed to the cool air, making a shiver of arousal shoot up my spine just from the contact.

With his index finger, he gripped a fold, gently twisting and coaxing pleasure out of it. My heart hammered wildly, pumping blood through my veins. A tingling sensation spread along my back, and my body trembled uncontrollably under the intense surge of sensations. The pain, taut and throbbing, was rapidly overlaid by waves of pleasure.

“Ah…!”

“Fuck, I’m gonna bust right here.”

His cock, which had been easing its way in, suddenly rammed into the root with a brutal thrust. The sheer pressure stretching my walls wide forced my mouth and pupils to open in shock. My muscles stiffened as if they had turned into logs of wood.

Kwon Yi-tae leaned down, leaned down, pressing his body against mine, planting soft kisses across my face as though to soothe me. His fingers combed through sweat-soaked hair, tucking stray strands behind my ears, and he caressed my cheek. But I jerked my head to push his hand away. It was pointless to try and comfort me now—my insides had already been forced to stretch taut around his cock.

When I glared at him, Kwon Yi-tae bared his teeth in a feral grin before biting my cheek.

“You’re the one who’s too tight.”

“Do you even have a conscience?”

“That’s a good thing, don’t you think? Wouldn’t it suck if I couldn’t fuck you because of a guilty conscience?”

“You sick bastard—ugh…!”

Kwon Yi-tae, who had paused momentarily, began moving again. He pulled his cock back slowly before sinking it back inside, repeating the rhythm. His eyes, darkened by lust, studied my expression intently. My body quivered as mounting arousal poured through me, a strangled moan escaping my throat. The boundary between pain and pleasure was blurring rapidly.

The head of his cock almost slipped out of me, teasing the entrance before plunging back inside with a wet thwack! Kwon Yi-tae abandoned all pretense of gentleness, moving in earnest now.

“Ah! Ugh, ngh!”

Every thrust sent electric jolts of pleasure rippling through my entire body. My headboard banged against the wall as my body jerked upward from the impact. Kwon Yi-tae cradled my head with one hand to cushion the blows.

“Hnnngh, ah, ah! W-Wait, Kwon Yi-tae! Hah, ah!”

“What? You want it harder?”

“No—too deep! It’s too deep! Ahh!”

“Ha… Cry some more. Just hearing your voice is gonna make me cum.”

Kwon Yi-tae seemed to revel in driving me to the brink of sensory overload. His cock, relentlessly filling me, changed angles, thrusting mercilessly against every nerve ending. My body was crushed under the relentless pressure, overwhelmed by a sensation so intense it felt as though I might break apart.

He slammed his hips against mine, practically driving his balls inside. Rational thought had long since dissolved, replaced by an unbearable torrent of pleasure that left me sobbing.

“Hahh, ahh! Ngh… Kwon Yi-tae, please….”

“Shit… You’re too fucking pretty for your own good.”

“N-No…!”

Both my body and mind were unraveling in the heat. Even when I shook my head in desperation, all I got in return was the merciless, overwhelming pleasure he pounded into me. The obscene sound of flesh colliding filled the room, echoing like a violent symphony.

Kwon Yi-tae gripped the back of my neck and captured my mouth in a fierce kiss. In contrast to his savage movements below, his lips were soft and tender, brushing and nipping at mine with gentle insistence.

Tears clung to my lashes, blurring my vision. Despite the haze, his gaze remained sharp and intense, burning with desire as he watched me fall apart.

“Nngh, mmh…!”

“Are you crying just to turn me on?”

“N-No, ngh, ahh! S-Slow down, please!”

“You like it rough, though, don’t you? Getting fucked so deep like this…”

“Ahh, Kwon Yi-tae!”

“You lose your mind when I pin you down and pound you like this.”

Kwon Yi-tae grabbed my hips and yanked me down onto his cock, sealing our bodies together. He ground his hips in slow, deliberate circles, stimulating every inch of my inner walls. The overwhelming friction spread a molten heat through my bloodstream, making my body jerk like I’d been electrocuted.

My walls stretched so tightly around him that I could feel every vein pulsing against me. The vivid sensation sent a wave of panic through me even as tears of pleasure spilled from my eyes.

“Hahh, ahh! No, I-I hate this—just, just move already!”

“You’re awfully demanding.”

“No, ngh, pull it out!”

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

His hips lost all restraint, driving into me with savage force. The sound of flesh slamming against flesh reverberated through the room, as violent as a fistfight. I let out a string of broken moans, unable to contain the waves of arousal crashing through me.

“Ahh, I’m gonna lose it! Ngh, ahh!”

The rough rhythm left me teetering on the brink of madness. My vision blurred, and I clawed at the air, my fingernails scraping against Kwon Yi-tae’s hands. My legs thrashed against the sheets.

“Yoo Eunha,” he panted, “do you like it? Tell me—how does it feel getting fucked by me?”

“Ahh! Hahh… It’s good… I’m gonna die… Ahh, hold me, please!”

It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. The one pushing me to the brink was Kwon Yi-tae, and the one I wanted to cling to was also him. When I reached out, he wrapped his arms around me without hesitation.

The muscles of his back rippled under my palms, shifting with each powerful thrust. He kept a firm grip on me, preventing me from being tossed around by his relentless movements.

I buried my face against his neck and shoulders, nuzzling and scraping my teeth against his damp skin. The moment his cock, which had been pulled nearly out, slammed back in like a harpoon—

A blinding orgasm ripped through me. I clenched around him, trembling uncontrollably as his cock continued to move, spilling thick spurts deep inside me. My walls fluttered and clenched, gripping him tightly.

“Fuck…!”

The veins in Kwon Yi-tae’s neck stood out as he groaned, his breath hot against my forehead.

“Hahh, hahh….”

The guttural cries we had both been making subsided, replaced by the sound of labored breathing. The thundering of our hearts echoed in the aftermath, dangerously fast and erratic. As the climax ebbed, my limbs went completely limp.

The hands that had clung to his back now lay slack on the mattress. Kwon Yi-tae shifted his hips lazily, as if savoring the lingering pleasure.

“Stop… Take it out… I can’t,” I gasped.

Kwon Yi-tae straightened, sweat glistening as it dripped down his sculpted chest. The slow, deliberate withdrawal of his cock made my body twitch with sensitivity.

My entire body was covered in sticky fluids. I wanted to wash it all off, but even the thought of moving was exhausting. As the haze of pleasure lifted, reality crept back in.

What the fuck did I just do? But I shoved the thought aside—there was no energy left to dwell on it. I just needed to sleep.

Just as I was about to drift off, the ominous crinkle of plastic reached my ears. I opened my eyes to see Kwon Yi-tae rolling a fresh condom down his still-hard cock. I stared at the sight in disbelief. Kwon Yi-tae pushed his sweat-drenched hair back and turned to me with a bright, innocent smile.

“What?”

While I was practically on my deathbed, the bastard looked full of energy. Was it a difference in stamina? I shook my head grimly.

“Stop it. Enough.”

“We’ve only used one condom.”

“I’m done. I can’t.”

Kwon Yi-tae’s brows furrowed in disappointment as he approached, still fully erect with the condom on. He casually spread my legs and settled between them, making me sit up in alarm. He gently pushed me back down and covered my eyes with his hand.

“Just rest.”

“…….”

“I’ll take care of everything.”

His hand wrapped around my ankle, trapping it completely. Panic flared as I lashed out with my free leg, kicking him hard in the stomach.