Jaebom shoved you into your shared bedroom before slamming the door behind him, “what did I tell you about listening, slut?” his words tasted like metal, felt like stabbing in your heart. you hated disappointing him- at heart, you just wanted to be behaved- but god you were addicted to what came after. you teased him day and night, whether he was practising, recording, or just hanging out with you- just for a taste of his punishments. he was harsh, he was mean, but most of all he just wanted someone who behaved when he needed them to. sadly, you loved doing the opposite.
“you said to do as I was told.” you responded word perfect with what he had told you mere nights ago- just to push him a bit further. he let out a hard breath and stepped just a bit closer. just enough distance to know you could still get out of what was coming next. it went straight to the knot in your stomach. his eyes were cold as they looked straight into yours, “so why do you keep ignoring it. did i fuck your brains out that hard? are you thinking so much about my cock your forgetting the rules? what’s the problem?” he harshly grabbed your jaw, angling your head so you couldn’t look away from his furious, icy gaze. you swallowed as your throat dried, all thoughts leaving your head- even if you wanted an out you couldn’t think of one.
“can’t even think of an excuse. I see. I guess we have to do this the hard way.” times up. he may have been angry before but now his really cruel side was out in full force and you tripped right into the line of fire. his hand flew from your jaw to your side to force you onto the bed. staring up at him like that pulled a whimper from your throat; “oh, now you feel sad? not when you kept me hard in front of all of our friends through the night but when you get what you deserve. typical.”
he flipped you on to your back, pushed your ass into the air, and began spanking without even a hint of reprieve. you knew better than to make a sound even hinting at your pleasure- even if your arousal was building by the second- so you began to count instead. he went, and went until he knew that your ass would be burning all night and bruised in the morning. he would make you stare at them when you woke up the next day to remind you of this moment, where you faced the consequences of your actions, but it did nothing but remind you of how turned on it made you.
suddenly, he flipped you back over so you were face to face with his rock hard bulge. the sight of it straining against his sweats pushed you even closer to the edge. he harshly pulled down on the elastic before grabbing your hair and forcing his erection into your throat, “i don’t even need to touch to know you’re desperate for my cock inside of you so you’re not getting it. be glad I’m even bothering to give you this instead of jerking off into the toilet.” he knew, deep down, you were only behaving so poorly because of how much this rough, cold persona turned you on. maybe that’s why he turns so easily to punishment- because you’ll never behave, you’lll never say no, you’ll do anything for his spankings.
“We live in a society that likes to segregate its citizens with labels and prejudices,” the sociology professor started, making most of the students roll their eyes. “Even here, you have all sat down according to your ‘role.’” She pointed to the left. “Prey.” She pointed to the right. “Predator.” She smiled, as the students seemed to realize their own segregation. “So, I’m going to take matters in my own hands, in this classroom.” She took out a list of students, separated as predator and prey. “Since we are a sociology class, you will get to know the person I assign you to.”
