Use

“Harder.”

Just a single word, sliding from pursed lips in a short, sharp hiss - and yet the effect it had on you was irresistible.

You grit your teeth. You tighten your left palm around her hip, feeling the soft flesh there give way beneath your fingers. With your right hand you reach up, tracing a path along her arched back, running your hand through the back of her wet scalp with surprising gentleness - until you push her skull none-too-gently into the wet shower wall in front of her.

She gasps as her forehead hits the cool tile, mouth agape and eyes shut momentarily, as though the little spike of unexpected pain had just sent a little shiver of pleasure up her spine. It was hardly a forceful impact, certainly not one that would leave any lasting or noticeable damage. But it was nonetheless an acknowledgement of her demand - and a prelude for what was to come.

Im Nayeon was no stranger to rough sex, and certainly not to sex in the shower. But even she had to admit that this newfound aggressiveness that you’d shown her today was exciting her in a way she hadn’t been in a while.

You press yourself against her - and your cock presses ever deeper inside her body, filling every inch of her wet, slick, aching cunt with your stiffness. She writhes and squirms against the tile, pinned - no, nailed - against it from behind like some obscene picture. Nowhere to move, nothing to do but simply take whatever kind of fucking the man inside her desired.

She hoped it would be rough. She wanted it. She needed it. And this was obvious to you, in the way her nails clawed in vain against the smooth tile, in the way her breath left her lips in sharp gasps, and in the way her tight, slick walls pulsated and squeezed and tightened around you.

“Now!” she hisses, her impatience boiling over, her body having been brought to such a heightened sense of awareness that she could now feel every small gyration, every little movement of your shaft inside her. Every little movement you made sent sharp impulses of pleasure up her spine. Every little micro-thrust you made into her body drove her just a little closer to insanity.

Your fingers tighten around her hip. You’d be leaving a mark there. It would go along with the ones you’d left on her neck, her collarbone, her sore, reddened tits, and the soft furrows you’d dug into her thighs when you’d thrown her onto the bed and she’d wrapped them around your face while you devoured her pussy.

But having her juices on your tongue and her orgasmic cries in your ears wasn’t enough - it would never be enough. You’d come to her apartment at her invitation, but it was you who had a promise to keep - one you’d made to another woman. When Nayeon pulled you into the shower and told you she wanted it from behind, you saw your opportunity to keep that promise.

You want to fuck the mewling young woman into the shower wall, want to wreck her tiny little body and turn her into a wet, slick, cum-filled, thoroughly fucked mess on the shower floor - just like you’d promised you would the next time you were with you. But you had to hear it one more time. Just one more time…

“Say it again, Nayeon. Tell me again how you want me to fuck you.”

“Hard!” she hisses, even before you finish your sentence, so impatient is she, and so needy is her body. She continues, her impatience and need pushing filth out of her mouth in a slurred spill of barely formed words. “Fuck me hard and rough and make me hurt. I can take it. Fuck me like I’m your toy. Fuck my tight little cunt hard and fast and don’t fucking stop, don’t ever fucking stop even if I tell you to, even after you cum inside me, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, use my cunt please-”

That was it, that was what broke you.

Merciless is the term you would use for the way you fuck her. Hard and rough and fast, uncaring of her comfort or pleasure - all that mattered to you was the tight little hole at the juncture of her thighs and hammering yourself in and out of it as quickly as you possibly could. Every thrust, every entry into her body only served to drive you further, spur you harder into the next thrust, and the one after that, and the one after that.

And to her credit, Nayeon wasn’t lying when she said she could take it. She did more than just take it - she reveled in it.

Yes - to any observer of this particularly lewd act, Im Nayeon was being reduced to a whimpering, crying, moaning mess of a young woman, body unable to do anything other than take the rough fucking it was being subjected to. But inside her, beneath the cries of anguished pleasure and half-slurred encouragements to her partner to go on, to fuck her just like that, use her just like that, she was receiving much more than just a good, hard fuck.

She was getting what she really wanted - your full, undivided attention.

And she was right - the tightness of her cunt clenching around you, the half-moaned, half-hissed curses spilling from her lips, the knowledge that she had, ostensibly at least, fully submitted herself and her body to you, for your pleasure, for your use - it made Im Nayeon the only thing that mattered, the only woman that existed.

Your hand leaves her scalp momentarily, gathering a mass of slick, wet hair and pulling backward. Her face leaves the shower wall, neck jerked upward by the snapping of your wrist - but her moans don’t stop, not even for a second. She’s moaning and sighing and whimpering louder now, throat opened up by this new position, every little note leaving her mouth echoing in the small shower stall, filling your ears, making it sound like it was coming from all around you.

“I’m gonna fucking cum on your cock oh fuck,” she snaps, her lust-addled mind still able to form words - so long as they were lewd and obscene and filthy, of course.

That wouldn’t do.

“You’re not fucking allowed,” you hiss, the words spilling from your lips even before you knew what you were saying. She had awoken something in you, something dark, something you didn’t quite like or were entirely comfortable with - but it was also something you could not resist, not now, not in this moment, when Nayeon and her body were here, like this.

“Please, oh god, please! Please, let me cum please, your cock is so big inside me and you’re stretching me out please-”

Her words are cut off by the fingers closing around her windpipe - not nearly tight enough to actually cut off her breathing or restrict her from speaking, of course, but tight enough to tell her that it was an expression of control, enough to tell her that she wasn’t allowed to speak, not while you were in charge, not while you were doing what you were doing to her.

“You’re not… fucking… allowed,” you repeat, each word hissed into her ear, punctuated by a particularly hard thrust into her pussy, your fingers closing just slightly more around that soft, dainty neck of hers, the pull of your arm making her spine arch so very deliciously. 

An airy, strangled gasp escapes her lips at your words - something like a cry of pleasure, or a vain protest, or a sign of submission, or all three at the same time. 

You pull her close, her back arching further until it is almost touching your chest. Throughout it all, you are fucking her, pounding her, not giving her a moment of respite. Your hand at her hip, having spent the last few minutes pulling her body back against you with each thrust, slides up her body - your fingers not leaving her skin for a moment, as though you were glued to her in some way - to cup a soft, round breast.

You give it a firm squeeze. You find a tight nipple between your index finger and thumb, and you twist.

She shrieks, a yelp of pain. In surprise, at first, but it soon mellows - into a moan. Pain becomes pleasure, even when your fingers persist in twisting and pulling and pinching the tight little bud. To her it is yet another source of pleasure; to you it is yet another affirmation of your treatment of her. She loved this. Every moment of it.

Your fingers leave her throbbing nipple - and you sweep your hand up sharply, slapping her breast from beneath with an open palm.

She cries - in pleasure, in pain, both at the same time. Your hand closes over her breast again, squeezing it tightly, delighting in the feel of pliant flesh giving way beneath your hungry fingers.

“Such a dirty little girl,” you hiss into her ear. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you Nayeon? You love it - you love being used like this. You love it when it hurts.”

“Yes!” is the strangled cry from trembling lips. And it was no lie - although unbeknownst to you, she was getting off just as much from the attention being showered upon her almost as much as the cock in her cunt or the throbbing soreness of her breast. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum in your tight little pussy, Nayeon,” you snap, your hand leaving her sore, flushed tit, sliding back down her side to her hip, where it resumed its position, controlling her, fixing her, pulling her back against you as you thrust forward, making each entry into her that much harder, that much faster.

“Yes, yes please!” she replies, breathless. “Please. Please. Please cum in me, use my cunt until you cum in it, please, oh god, oh fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna fucking cum oh fuck-”

Something snaps in you at the thought of her cumming before you. You considered yourself a mild-mannered person, and few things truly angered you in your day-to-day life, but the idea that she would let herself cum before you, even after being told she wasn’t allowed twice - it triggered you. It made you act and feel in a way that you weren’t accustomed to. 

The anger rushes to your face, and you give her a particularly hard thrust before burying yourself to the hilt inside her. You push her against the shower wall, crushing her against it, chest and breasts flat against its cold, unyielding surface. She whimpers when the hand closed around her throat moves to her chin and pulls her face around until she is looking over her shoulder at you. You find her eyes, and you hiss four words, sharp and direct, brooking no further disobedience from the mewling, quivering young woman.

“You’re not fucking allowed.”

All she can do is nod. On the outside, she submits. But you don’t miss the flash of pleasure in her eyes at your words. It’s there, in the slight quiver of her lips, in the way her eyelids tremble for a moment before half-lidding those round, deep eyes of hers. 

Your hand at her chin moves to the back of her neck as you resume your position. It pushes her against the tile, the side of her face and her upper chest pressed against it.

“When I cum in you, Nayeon, when I’ve filled your juicy little cunt with my cum - then, then you can cum.”

She nods, head jerking up and down quickly, her brain unable to conjure up words or think of anything other than the promise of release for the orgasm that she had been on the brink of for the last few minutes.

You fuck her against the tile. Hard and fast. Roughly, without a shred of gentleness or concern or care for the hole you were drilling into again and again and again. She’d made it clear, with the words leaving her mouth and with the reactions of her body, that she not only allowed this treatment - she craved it, loved it, was getting off just as much as you on it.

And with your conscience clear the lustful, primal creature within you releases itself, manifests itself in the rough fucking you give Im Nayeon. You pound her, fuck her wet, slick, tight little pussy with hard, fast strokes. You gaze downward, delight in the sight of the full, round cheeks of her ass and the way they jiggle and ripple with each thrust of your cock between them. Your hand leaves her hip for a moment to slap them with an open palm, again and again, until they are red with your palm prints.

The shower fills with moans and sighs and cries and grunts, all topped with that unmistakable, primal slap of wet skin on wet skin. Nayeon’s moans turn into hisses as she bites her lip, her body doing what it could to resist her orgasm, keep it at bay until you’d had yours. It’s obvious in the clenching of her pussy, in the nails digging in vain against the unyielding shower tile. She’s near. She’s right there, right on the edge.

But you beat her to it - as though it were a race you couldn’t stand to lose. With one, two, three more strokes into her pussy you bury yourself as deeply as you can into her body, pinning her hard against the shower wall until, with a strangled grunt, you finally give in. Your world explodes - in brilliant, white-hot pleasure - and your cock erupts inside Nayeon’s clenching cunt, filling her body with thick, warm ropes of semen.

Nayeon cries a cry of sheer, undivided pleasure as she is filled up - and she cums as well. You feel her pussy clench tighter around you even as it’s filled with spurts of hot semen. Every spurt she feels splash against her walls elicits a higher pitched moan than the last, as though she were in the middle of some lewd vocal exercise. As soon as she recovers the mental faculties to do so, the moans turn back into words.

“Oh god I’m cumming okay please oh god keep fucking my cunt I’m cumming on your cock don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop oh god-”

You follow her instructions - although, truth be told, you’d been following her instructions from the very second this little liaison had started, even if it seemed, to any outside observer, like it was quite the opposite.