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this is a cheeky little (4.3k words LMAO) submission from 🤍 anon… enjoy

Mean dom!Seungmin college boyfriend (crocheting)

„No, Baby! Gosh, you’re so messy. If you keep doing it like that, it won’t be any good! Don’t want it to be good?“ you’re boyfriend says with an exasperated sigh, showing his sharp tongue that you love in more than one way. „I always want to be good for you“ you answer without missing a beat, your voice a little too sultry for it to be just any other comment, but your eyes a little bit too innocent to confirm any double meaning behind those words. „Fuck, you’re insufferable“ is all Seungmin manages to respond, which you simply shrug off with a „Yeah, yeah, I love you too“

You two are sitting in his college dorm, on opposing ends of the bed, each with a confusing sheet of paper in front of you, a bundle of yarn in your lap, and a singular needle in your hand. Together each of you holds what’s supposed to be a little puppy plush, but at this stage of work it’s barely recognizable. It’s been hours now since you’ve started, for a project that’s supposed to take an afternoon max with all the detail work being done, but y‘all keep messing up, loosing your yarn and needing to unravel the last couple of stitches to start over. This usually happens when one of you touches the other, makes a snarky comment, or stretches in a way that catches the other’s eye not daring to miss a second of the show.

It’s been a long day so far, with the promise to become even longer, especially if you and your boyfriend can’t get your shit together right about now. Your boyfriend seems to think the same, as his expression softens and he speaks up: „Come on, love, we can do this. We promised ourselves to get this done over the summer break and tomorrow is the last course before semester starts again. Plus even after finishing the stitches, we’ve still got all the finishing up to do, which will surely take an immense amount of time as well, maybe even longer than the project itself. Just pretend it’s a last minute assignment or something, that’ll surely bring the concentration up.“

Right. Sure. Last minute assignment. You can do that. You can always do that. Just take a deep breath, relax and concentrate. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. You can do this. You can get this done in time, and it’ll look beautiful. Just as beautiful as the one you model it after and want to gift it to afterwards. With his prominent Adams‘ apple, high cheekbones and beautiful eyes. With those long legs and delicate hands that feel so good wrapped around your throat… no, stop it, y/n! You got an assignment to finish, no time for horny thoughts, however tempting they might be. Simply loop, hook and pull. That’s all you’ve got to do, all that’s got to be on your mind right now. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. There you go, now you’re getting the hang of it. You can feel yourself getting into the flow of it all, your senses mellowing out your surroundings as you focus on one hand holding your work and the other guiding your needle. Now confident to be in the zone, you dare to let your mind wander a bit and let your hands work on autopilot.

You’re comfortable in your boyfriend’s dorm, after all you’ve bern here so often over the past, making so many memories together. You know every crook and cranny of this room, every hole in the wall and every loose floorboard used to hide alcohol and… other fun things. And it’s only gotten better now that Seungmin has the whole room to himself for the next year because his roommate spontaneously dipped and no replacement was found. Now the entire room is clean and orderly, everything in its place and exactly where it should be. It’s not uncomfortable though. Seungmin hung up some thick tapestries on the walls, adding to the atmosphere and effectively canceling out noise both from the neighbors and from yourselves. Which really was necessary, because the influx in having a room to yourselves also lead to an influx in activities your neighbours shouldn’t hear about. Now, one bed can always be clean and fresh and comfy, with two blankets and an abundance of throw pillows, while the other bed merely has the mattress and two pillows. One side of the sink has toothbrushes and shaving gel, the other side has different ointments and plasters. In one side of the closet hang clothes with the drawer holding an assortment of socks and underwear, in the other side of the closet hang ropes, chains, cuffs, whips, paddles and crops with the drawer holding an assortment of toys. Your amazing, stunning, loving boyfriend managed to build himself a playroom in college.

Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. Don’t get too excited. You have an assignment to finish, you can’t get ahead of yourself. Loop, hook, pull. Concentrate on the yarn. Concentrate on the needle. If you’re a good girl for him and get this done in time, he might reward you. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about his fingers grazing over your skin, curling the tip against itself to mimic the needle his beautiful hands currently hold and press directly against your g-spot. His teeth chafing against your nipple, pulling on it like he pulls on the yarn right now. Your favourite vibrator pressed against your clit, just enough to slightly make your legs tremble just like the bundle to his feet is moving ever so slightly with each stitch he makes. Don’t think about it. Simply don’t. Just loop, hook, and pull. Loop, hook, and pull. It’s simple. Loop, hook, pull. Three steps to get closer to your goal. Loop, hook, pull. Three more steps. Loop, hook, pull. Just three more. Loop, hook, pull. Just three more. Loop, hook, pull. This is a last minute assignment. You must get it done in time. Don’t give up now. You‘ve come so far already. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook, pull. Loop, hook-

„Uuuggghhh! Fuck me!“ you cry out, throwing your carefully crafted piece to the side. „Huh?“ Seungmin lifts his head and looks at you. His expression is calm, his eyes clueless, apostle he’s completely oblivious to the inner turmoil you’ve just went through for the last hour or so. „Is everything alright, Baby? You seem upset“ he simply states, a hint of worry appearing in his tone. At least he didn’t get more done in this time as you, you think, that would be so annoying. „No! Yes? I don’t know“ you wail out, arms flailing around in despair. „I try to focus. I really do! I try to be good and not get distracted and get it done, but I just can’t! I always get distracted. I can’t help it. It’s just, I always have, have to…“ your voice trails out in the end, becoming smaller and smaller as you turn your gaze away from his. „What, Darling? What is it? What do you have to think about? You know that you can tell me anything, right?“ His voice is soothing, comforting your soul and calming your racing mind. „I‘m horny, okay? I can’t concentrate because I always have to think of you fucking me and I can’t stop it. It frustrates me to no end, because I want to be good for you so badly, I want to do this right, finish it and make you proud, but I can’t, because I keep thinking with my pussy instead of my brain and mess everything up“ you blurt out, eyes trained on your hands in your lap where they fiddle with the hem of your shirt. „And what is it that you’re thinking about, Baby?“

„Honestly, it’s the needle. It has this hook and I just can’t stop thinking about your fingers making that shape inside of me. I bet it‘d feel so good“

When you look up again, you fear that you‘ve made a mistake. His eyes are locked onto yours, dark and hungry and menacing. It makes your insides twist in the best way possible. „Well, little one“ he starts off, his voice deeper than before and much more resonant, „you know that there’s one distraction we always allow, regardless of the deadline“

It’s true. Usually, no matter the deadline, if you get horny, he‘d make you cum. That’s because he knows that you can’t concentrate otherwise, the feeling consuming your entire existence. Being the loving and supporting boyfriend he is, he‘d finger you with precise strokes, making you last five minutes tops and clearing your mind that way. Knowing that, your eyes begin to glimmer with hope, only to have it crushed entirely by the next sentence leaving his peach lips: „But you wouldn’t be my good girl if you stopped now, would you?“ No. No, that can’t be. You’re always his good girl when needing a quick study break, so good for wanting to continue as fast as possible and communicating your needs effectively. If he doesn’t see you as his good girl during this, it won’t be the quick release you oh so crave. He‘ll torture you instead, drag everything out, tease you, possibly hurt you even. Not that you mind that sort of treatment, you actually enjoy it a lot, but an hour-long session isn’t exactly the smartest idea whilst being in a time-crunch. And so you do the only thing that you know can change his mind: you beg.

Eyes growing wide like saucers and looking up at him, you let yourself fall forward and your hands dip into the mattress below you, propping yourself up on your inwardly angled arms. This serves two purposes. For one, you get closer to him, making your whole antics more powerful. Secondly, this way your loose shirt falls forward as well, allowing your boyfriend a perfect view on your squished boobs. You see his eyes flicker towards your cleavage, innerly celebrating that your plan seems to work. In a sickly sweet tone, dripping of the innocence you know he loves so much, you say: „But, Master, all I want is to finish my work in a timely manner. Don’t you want to help me get done quickly, so we have more time to ourselves?“

His eyes darken, his posture straightens up, and he leans back to rest against the wall. Fuck. „Nice try, puppy“, he scoffs, „but that won’t work on me. You have two choices. Either you decide to be a good girl and get your fucking work done. Or you misbehave and get treated accordingly. It’s your decision, Darling. Choose wisely.“

„I won’t get any work done anyways, so we might as well play“ you simply shrug your shoulders and lean back again, resting against the headboard. „Fine, but remember that you chose this. You wanted this. You begged for this.“

„What are your safewords?“ he asks, starting the scene as you always do. „Green for keep going, yellow for halt momentarily, and red for halt entirely“ you answer routinely. „What’s your colour right now?“ he asks to solidify consent. „Green“ is your response, finally letting the scene actually begin. „You already had a choice this evening, you won’t get another. Strip and get on the bed, face down. I don’t want your screams to wake up the entire building.“ His voice is dark, low, menacing. He doesn’t leave room for discussion. And you’re too horny to defy him anyways. So you listen, first pulling off the oversized shirt that’s actually his, next ridding yourself of your cotton panties with lace detailing and decorations. Then you shuffle over to the play bed and drop yourself onto the soft mattress, burying your face in the pillows, putting your arms above your head and spreading your legs like you know he‘d want you to anyways.

The creaking of the bed next to you is what alerts you to his movements, and you can hear a faint groan coming from him, when he - presumably - walks up to you and examines your already glistening wet pussy. „Now you try to be all good, huh, pup? But it won’t help you now. It’s too late. Now tell me, how long should the crocheting project take you?“ „Six to eight hours, Master“ you answer meakly and hear a little hum of approval as answer. You try and strain your ears to pick up even the faintest sound and believe to hear the closet door opening. Although you can’t actually see him, you can clearly picture him in your mind. Standing before the open closet like a fucking supermodel, feet angled slightly outwards, legs a bit spread, back straight and upright, one hand holding the door open with the other lightly grazing over all the toys, his head cocked to the side with a thoughtful expression on his face, hair loosely falling to expose his forehead and frame his face. The epitome of confidence and domination, even a storm not able to so much as faze him. You don’t hear from him for a while, each second of silence straining your nerves to no end and making your mind fuzzy with excitement.

Finally you hear the drawers open, indicating that his quest for appropriate tools progresses. The new search area in the closet is accompanied by a new inquiry towards you: „And for how long are you working on it already, puppy?“ „Hmm, I don’t know. We started yesterday to get the first rows set up, that probably took us around an hour. And then today we started directly after breakfast, so probably at eleven or something, and now it should be around eight or nine, so that makes another nine hours, minus the one hour of lunchbreak that we had. So it should be eight hours by now, Master“ you finally answer confidently. „Wrong“ is all he says to you, a tinge of annoyance in his tone. „I’m sorry?“ baffled you try and understand what he’s talking about. How can you be wrong? Sure, your math skills aren’t perfect, but this calculation seems to be correct. So what is he on about?

„I said, my dumb little puppy-“ „AHHH!“ He underlines the start of his sentence with the harsh draw of a whip across your back. You didn’t hear him pick out the whip, or come closer to you, so the sudden pain is very surprising. Luckily you had your head already buried dutifully in the pillow, otherwise the whole floor would’ve heard you. „-you’re wrong“ Another harsh strike over your back, but this time you’re prepared and can keep your voice low, only inhaling sharply. „But, Master, what do you mean?“ you ask, you’re voice slightly trembling. „What I mean is“ crack „that’s by now the time is“ crack „one a.m.“ crack „it’s the middle of the night, you stupid puppy“ one last time he cracks his whip across your back, before you can feel the mattress dip down next to you, indicating that he’s now sat by your side. Slowly you turn your head to face him, and when your eyes meet, you can find nothing but pure love and adoration in his gaze.

„Alright, Puppy, here’s what’s gonna happen. You‘ve clearly been wrong, and misbehaved, and that must be punished. So, what I‘ll do is I‘ll tie you up just the way you’re laying here right now, and I‘m gonna whip you once for each hour that you‘ve been working on that plushie now. Can you tell me how many times that would be, puppy?“ After quickly doing the math in your head, you answer: „Twelve, Master“ „That’s right, good puppy“ His praise almost makes you forget about the burning pain your entire back is in. „So I‘m gonna hit you 12 times with the whip, and you’re gonna count each one for me. And when you’re good for me and take it well, I’ll play with you afterwards. I know you’re worried for the time, so I‘ll keep it short, I promise. What do you think about that, puppy?“ So sweet, always making sure you’re okay… he really is an amazing boyfriend. „That sounds like a good plan, Master“ you answer. Twelve hits, you can do that. And after that, you get the quick release you‘re so desperately craving. „What’s your colour?“ „Green, Master“ „Good Puppy.“ You feel soft leather encapsulating your wrists, clearly he already brought your favourite restraints in the expectation that you’d agree to his plan. He knows you well. Not much needs to be done to put you in shackles, mainly because you already brought yourself into the correct position. So, when Seungmin’s warm hands leave your body, nothing really has changed, except that now you couldn’t move away if you tried. „Now be an obedient little painslut and count.“

„One“

The first one hits you on your lower back, right across and just above your ass. It stings, but it doesn’t have the same burn to it the other two hits have had. This one is to ease to in.

„Two“

The second one goes across your shoulder blades, drawing a red line right where your bra would usually sit. The intensity is still alright, but you know you‘ll think about this one while getting dressed tomorrow.

„Three“

The third one reminds you more of the very first two you‘ve gotten earlier. Painting the shape of your waist in red, he draws the whip over your skin in a way that makes you want to scream, but you can still hold back.

„Four“

A red wire of pain winds its way along your side, traveling from your right hip up to underneath your armpit. With each stroke it becomes harder to stay quiet. Not necessarily because the pain gets too much, because the consistency takes a toll on your self restraint.

„Five“

You start to whimper with this one. You can make it out that he hit you on the small of your back, but the lines begin to blur and melt into each other as slowly but surely your entire back turns into a blanket of white hot pain.

„Six“

Another one on your shoulders, right beneath your shoulder blades. You whimper a little louder, whine almost, but you’re still not screaming. You’re faring well through this punishment.

„Seven“

Faring well your ass. Seungmin suddenly ups his intensity substantially and the pain is so overwhelming, you can’t really make out where it’s coming from. You start to scream.

„Eight“

By now there’s a tremble in your voice, one that surely makes him smirk as he watches the fresh mark appear where he just hit you on the lower end of your ribs. It takes you every ounce of discipline not to cry out upon impact.

„Nine“

At this point, you cry out. He’s gotten stronger again, this stroke making the ones earlier seem like petting, and you won’t be surprised if you have a pretty pattern on your back by tomorrow.

„Ten“

Tears begin to prick on your eyes. Everything‘s a blur, you start to pull on your restraints for some sort of relief, but to no avail. You also feel arousal dripping down your thigh.

„Eleven“

At this point you‘ve given up trying to be quiet, making your voice rough while saying the number right after screaming your lungs out upon impact. Your cheeks also want to rival your pussy, tears now starting to make them wet.

„Twelve“

This is it. The last one. Finally. You thrash around in your shackles, pointlessly of course, and start to smile through the rivers of tears coating your face. You can feel the bed dip behind you and suddenly Seungmin’s fingers are between your folds.

„Look at you, so fucking wet already“ With his bare hand he hits you once, right on your clit, and you start to whine. „All this and I haven’t even touched you. You really do need it bad, don’t you? Pathetic. But I’m no monster. I can see how desperate you are, and you did take your punishment like you were supposed to. So let me make you feel good now, yeah, Puppy?“

„God, fuck, Master, yes, please!“ You try to suppress the sniffles, try to show him how good you are, and are promptly rewarded when you feel two fingers entering your cunt. However, when they just rest there and don’t move any further, confusion overtakes you. „Now, Puppy, tell me. When you talked about the needle earlier, did you mean something like this?“ He curls his fingertips inward and presses directly into your g-spot, which you immediately react to with a moan. „Yes, Master, that’s exactly what I meant“

„Good. Let’s see how far my needle fingers can get you“ And with that he repeats the curling motion, stimulating your g-spot again and again and again. He begins to move his hand in a circular motion in and out of you, further adding to the sensation and spreading you open.

If you weren’t blinded by your horniness, you‘d be ashamed by how quickly your orgasm approaches. This must be the fastest yet, probably because the build up was insane. But in your current state, all you can do is whine, moan, and mumble little nothings under your breath. „Remember to ask, puppy“ your Master reminds you and you start to gather all the mental energy left in you to ask - no, beg him to let you cum.

Once you can feel the tingling sensation that always starts at the underside of your feet and moves upwards to your legs and belly, you speak up to the best of your ability: „Master~ aahhh! Master, please, I~ nghh, please let me cum. I‘ve been go~ oh! I‘ve been good for you, Master, I~ ah! I deserve to cum, please let me cum!“

„Hold it“ he says curtly, continuing his ministrations and driving you wild. You manage a couple of seconds, before you have to start begging for your release again. This time however, in lieu of an answer, Seungmin simply stops. You start whining and want to thrash around, but the restraints hold you in place effectively. For a couple of seconds nothing happens, but then you can feel an object be inserted into you and shortly after, low vibrations spread from your core throughout your whole body. They’re not sufficient to make you come, but just enough to drive you to the brink of insanity. „Ma~ Master?“ you weakly question, not enough power left in you to form a proper sentence. You can feel Seungmin starting do undo your shackles, long and delicate fingers ghosting over your skin. „Now, now, puppy, don’t get ahead of yourself. I said I‘d play with you. I never said I‘d let you cum. Be good now and finish your work, and afterwards we can continue. Until then, that toy remains inside.“ Oh, you’re boyfriend is cruel.

A cold sensation on your skin tells you that he’s applying some ointment to soothe your back, the little massage calming you down enough to think properly again. Once the cream has seeped into your skin, Seungmin helps you up and leads you over to the other bed again, your legs still wobbly. And shortly after, both of you are sat like nothing happened, papers in front of you, yarn in your lap and work in your hands, crocheting away like he didn’t just have you cry on his fingers. You could almost believe it was a dream, weren’t it for the sting in your back and the vibrations between your legs.

The two of you work like this the whole night through, only just finishing when the sun begins to illuminate the room again, and when your alarms go off to remind you to get to the class on time. However, since you’re both awake already, you’re left with a little bit of extra time. So, when you get up, Seungmin promptly pulls you in for a kiss. „You did so well, puppy, I‘m so incredibly proud of you. Now let me give you what you really want, yeah? You have my permission to cum“

Have six words ever sounded so beautiful? You don’t know, but you also decide not to care, since your boyfriend already pulls you onto the bed and you can watch how he undresses himself. His tan skin stretches beautifully over his abs, and you can see his member already standing up proud between neatly trimmed dark curls. Has he been hard this whole time? You haven’t noticed.

Seungmin climbs onto the bed and hovers over you, peppering kisses all over your face, neck and collarbones while removing the toy and replacing it with his dick. You moan out when he enters you, relishing in the feeling you so craved. He begins to roll his hips, gently moving in and out of you, almost hypnotizing you and making you feel like hovering on a cloud. You can’t really tell when or how it happens, but it doesn’t take long and you both feel the familiar sense of release washing over you and you simply hold each other, until the second alarm goes off, telling you that you really have to get up now.

Once you arrive in class, everyone compliments your plushies, commenting on how cute they look and how well they fit together, and positively gushing about when you gift them to each other in a cute little ceremony. From that day on, you both start crocheting a lot more, either with needles or with fingers. And apart from coming together, that’s the best decision you’ve made.

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