Intense: existing or occurring in a high or extreme degree; acute, strong, or vehement, as sensations, feelings, or emotions; strenuous or earnest, as activity, exertion, diligence, or thought; having or showing great strength, strong feeling, or tension, as a person, the face, or language.
Synonyms: Profound. Powerful. All-consuming. Vivid. Passionate. Extraordinary.

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If you had to sum up your relationship with your personal monster in one word, that would be it. Intense.
After that fateful night your world got even more upside down. You were Baekhyun’s girlfriend now. Other members didn’t tease you as much, and treated you kindly. You had to keep your relationship a secret from the outside world. You also had to adjust on the ‘new couple’s problems’. On top of that, Baekhyun was insatiable.
It didn’t matter if you had morning sex, or if you’d spend all night entangled on your bed. The next day, he always wanted more. Like he was a teenage boy who had just discovered sex. Throughout the day he’d be constantly teasing you. Secret looks. Discreetly feeling you as you fixed his shirt. Pinching you when no one was looking. Whispering obscenities as you pat his face with powder.
And always dragging you to dark broom closets, empty rooms or locking yourselves in less used bathrooms. Making out passionately, grinding onto you and, when you had more time, a little bit of oral sex. Sometimes, when he was feeling bold, and things got too steamy, even a quickie.
As the months passed, you started finding out the other’s preferences. And, of course, like many, you started experimenting. Baekhyun was going through a “dominant” phase. He was fond of orgasm denial. Too fond for your taste. In the beginning it was fun, but then he started denying your gratification all together. That’s when things got out of hand.
On your secret rendezvous along the day, he would tease you to the point you were begging for him to just fuck you. And then he would stop. Leaving you to deal with your flustered cheeks, your throbbing folds and an anger that you couldn’t even describe.
For the last week, when you had sex, he wouldn’t let you come. When he sensed you were getting there, he wouldn’t keep going. Even if he was inside you, he’d pull out and come out of you as if you were his own personal fuck toy.
I don’t even need to say this was pissing you off. And it’s not as if you had a moment to please yourself: when you weren’t working, Baekhyun latched onto you. Your shy, candid and friendly personality was becoming tainted with constant irritability. You couldn’t focus and the slightest mistake made you furious.
Why would someone in a relatively new relationship be this cranky? Thoughts of threatening him to end everything were starting to gather in your head. I mean, you loved him, but would it be worth it if things would be like this?

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It was a particularly bad Friday. Baekhyun slept in your apartment and had earlier invaded your shower – it was becoming his habit – and finger fucked you, hitting your soft spot just to step out again. Without even saying a word. You had just arrived at work with a freshly bought iced coffee, your favorite. But you didn’t get to taste it because you bumped into someone when you stepped in the dressing room at SM.
You entered without even checking if someone was coming out. That part of the building had a lot of people and you should have been careful. A very confused Chanyeol accidentally clashed into you and was astonished to see that you were sobbing over the spilled liquid.
He apologized tremendously, thinking it was his fault somehow. You told him: “Don’t worry, it was my fault. Don’t apologize.” But it was a well-known fact that you hadn’t been yourself for a while, and he knew there was more to it.
After making sure you were okay and (after a lot of insistence) giving you some money for a new beverage, he left. You thought he was gone when you mumbled “…actually, this is all it’s Baekhyun’s fault” and entered your workplace.
But Chanyeol heard that. Without looking back, he took his phone from his pocket and texted someone he knew that could help you. His girlfriend.
Angel and the other members of “EXO Girlfriends’ Club” suddenly bombarded your Kakao Talk with messages insisting on you going to dinner with them tonight. Usually, when they were so persistent, someone was in trouble and needed council, or a shoulder. Or a bottle of soju or two.
You bumped into your boyfriend by the end of the afternoon. You told him you’d be going out with the members of the EGC and he didn’t look very happy about it. “But I had plans for us tonight, jagya!” he pouted.
“Baekhyun, I think you can deal just one night without using me as your sex toy. Since you don’t pleasure me, it’s the same if you do it by yourself.” And just like that you left, too pissed to even care. You didn’t feel like playing anymore. Baekhyun’s eyes were dark as he watched your silhouette get further from him.

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The Korean barbecue restaurant’s owner greeted you and insisted on giving you the best table, on a secluded spot on the back. Clover was a regular and always came back to this restaurant with her dance crew. You all thanked the old lady, an aged woman with gray strands of hair and rosy cheeks.
The club was composed at the moment by: you (your nickname was Sirena, Baekhyun’s GF), Angel (Chanyeol’s GF), Clover (Minseok’s GF), Lottie (Jongdae’s GF), Autumn (Yixing’s GF), Vivi’s Mom (Sehun’s GF) and Krystal (Jongin’s GF).
These people in this table could have been on your life for just a while. But they got you like no one else could: the sneaking around. The constant fear of the paparazzi, the tabloids, the reporters and creepy stalkers. The longing, the crazy schedules, the long tours, rushed phone calls between appointments.
Being a makeup artist, you were the one that got to be with your boyfriend the longest. Although that also meant you were at work and had to struggle to be professional. And his latest teasing made all of this harder.
Since you got there your friends kept changing the subject to you and Baekhyun, as if they knew. After general gossip they become so persistent on the matter that after half a bottle of soju you poured your heart out. You told them about your problem.
Your friends tried to help and offered all kinds of advice, but none that really could solve it. The only one that didn’t spoke until now was Angel. She poured you a glass, looked at you putting her elbows on the table and said: “I’m surprised, Sirena. I thought you had tamed that little Monster. Or have you forgot why you got your nickname?”
“About that…” Vivi’s Mom interrupted, “why is your nickname Sirena after all?” Angel smiled, her eyes glowing with satisfaction because that was exactly her point. She answered for you: “Because… Miss cutie pie here, with her friendly and shy personality is actually… As much of a monster as her boyfriend. She enchanted him until she had him gone crazy. You know, like a siren, or mermaid. That’s why. You know, it takes a monster to tame another. I don’t know why she forgot her own charms in the first place.”
Vivi’s Mom had her mouth in an O shape, surprised at the revelations. You had a similar expression and you felt your cheeks burn as Angel drank from her glass, unshaken. She was right! You couldn’t let this go down without a fight.
You finished your shot in one gulp and slammed it on the table, standing up. “You’re right! I’m a strong, sexy, independent woman and I’ll make sure to remember him that!” At that moment the gentle store owner approached your table, bringing more drinks. She heard what you said and added: “That’s good dear, but remember to show it to him where it matters: in the sack!”
As your girlfriends giggled at her boldness and the old lady joined them in a high pitched laugh, you started working on your own plan. You were going to mess him up. And you’d be doing it with Angel’s pep talk and the owner’s advice.

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You got home and put your stuff on the usual place. Being in Seoul had its perks: no need to sleep on the employees’ dorms or hotel rooms. Baekhyun had been crashing at your place every other day (after Chanyeol changed roommates and started sharing with Jongin).
So it was not surprise when you got to your room that you saw Baekhyun on your bed watching some anime on your laptop. He didn’t even spare a glance at you, and you felt he was still upset about what you told him earlier.
You ignored him and started the engines on your plan. You slowly undressed, making sure to be extra noisy to get his attention. You know, dropping stuff on the floor or tapping the wardrobe absentmindedly. You had your back to him and stripped, sighting audibly. You noticed the sounds of the laptop had been muted.
The first to go was your scarf. Then your jacket. You slowly unbuttoned your blouse as you heard the click of your laptop being shut behind you. You opened your pants and bucked your hips the most you could.
Your bra was off with a moan from your lips. You loved the goosebumps of freedom. The last to go were your panties: you let them pool at your feet before stepping out of them.
You knew him too well. When you were completely naked you felt a pair of hands sneak up your waist and his hot breath on your ear. He sang your name, his voice luring you in:
“What are you trying to do, hmm? Trying to prove a point to me?” his hands traveled to your beasts, squeezing them gently. “Don’t you understand that I was doing you a favor this week? I’ve been waiting for this day the whole week… The day that I’ll make you cum so hard, people from miles away will hear you.”
Saying that, he pinched at your nipples; the sensation jolting at your body, making you gasp. “But now that you’ve been a bad girl, I guess I have no choice but to punish you” he added. This was going better than you expected…
You didn’t say a word nor resisted when Baekhyun, using the scarf you had removed moments ago, tied your hands together on your back. His didn’t have much experience with bondage, so he was having a hard time with it. But you wanted them loose, so, before he could tighten his grip, you created a distraction.
So, you put on your sweetest look and turned your head around to face him. “Master… Will you allow me to show you how sorry I am? If you’re not satisfied with my apology you can punish me for another week, sir. Please…” Baekhyun could not resist your fake innocent look.
You leaned on his chest and wiggled your ass, making sure it was rubbing on him on the right places. He smirked, thinking he was finally taming you. Yeah, right.
“And what does my baby girl want to do for her Master?” he asked, his hands now gripping your shoulders and stroking your arms. “Please, sir. Please, please, please, let me taste you, sir. I want Master to fuck my little mouth for all the bad things I said earlier.” And you twisted your figure, his body framing you as you licked his neck gently.
“Well…” he answered as he guided you to the bed until you were laid on your back, with your head on the edge “…since you know what you did wrong, I guess you can show me how sorry you are, naughty girl.” You could see him upside down, his eyes dark with lust and his ego inflated by your submission.
Yes, mermaids never attack at once. First, they need to lure their victims with perverted promises. That’s exactly what you were doing. But it didn’t mean you weren’t enjoying it. After all, you liked to switch: sometimes you’d love to be dominated, other times you liked being in control. But tonight, you would be both… and that turned you on more than anything.
Your boyfriend undressed as you watched. The position was a little uncomfortable because all your weight was on your arms. But you licked your lips in anticipation even so as you saw his full hard member dangling above your head.
He made no ceremony as he placed the middle his legs directly above you, telling you to lick his balls. You obeyed and started licking between them and swirling one at a time with your tongue. He pumped his shaft as you did a very thorough job.
His pleasured sounds always turned you on, and this time was no different. You pressed your legs against each other. He saw your struggle and repositioned himself as the tip of his dick pressed your lips. You puckered your lips and slowly opened them as he slowly fucked you with his mouth, receiving his member with your tongue flattened.
He squeezed your hardened peaks and rocked his hips forward as you sucked the life out of him. Yes, his body rolls were way more enjoyable when they were directly thrusting his penis in your face.
You did your best to let him fuck your mouth and he let you breathe from time to time. You were grateful, because his tip was making your throat sore but you were liking it too much to care. To even your breathing, you tilted your head, making his tip slide on the inside walls of your cheek a few times.
Out of a sudden, he removed himself from your mouth and, with his hand, he repeatedly slapped your cheek with his member. Fuck, you almost forgot about the plan at that moment. Having him doing that to you turned you on so much.
“You like that, huh? Let me check if you do…” then his hand traveled to your lower body as his finger traced a path on your slit. When he got to you precious bundle, he circled it a few times, spreading your dampness. “Oh, yes… my dirty little girl loves when Master slaps his dick on her cheek, alright.”And laughed to himself.
“Okay, that’s enough. Stay like this and I…” he started saying. Shit! If he got down on you on this position your plan wouldn’t work. You mentally cursed for loosing yourself at the moment. You swallowed and gave him a sweet smile.
“Master…” you cooed, making an extra effort to roll the words in your mouth. He smirked and looked at you. He was so predictable, gosh. “Can I ride you, pretty please?” you asked. He raised an eyebrow at you and you quickly added “…sir?”
“We are so needy today, aren’t we? But I don’t see why not. Come.” And just like that he sat on the bed and helped you, so you could straddle him. That’s exactly what you wanted.
He guided himself towards your entrance and you had to control yourself not to ride him until the end. After all, the orgasm-less week had indeed left you needy. He started a slow pace, rolling his hips while guiding you by your waist. His moans were like a song in your ears, and you couldn’t help but to sing along.
He kept kissing your neck and touching your body while you rocked gently above him. After a while he started picking up his pace and you knew it was time to act. You took advantage of his closed eyes that made his other senses heighten. You quickly loosened your wrists, just a bit. Still, you were discrete and he did not notice.
You stopped your motions and tightened your core, making your ringed muscles contract around his penis. He groaned audibly with the sensation of your pussy engulfing with such intensity.
“Baekhyun… Look at me.” You demanded. He opened his eyes and did what you told him to, his lips separated and his face flushed with lust. You started saying, all the while contracting and relaxing your muscles, making his mouth open and close and his member throb inside you:
“Listen carefully. You might have tied me up… but when you’re inside me, with your dick twitching inside my pussy, I’m the one who trapped you. You are at my mercy.” And you set your wrists free and pushed your body up, leaving only his tip inside you, just to plunge in, balls deep. He growled something that resembled your name.
“I… did not… enjoy… being punished… for… no reason…” You said, spacing the words as you jumped up and down angrily and hard on him. You tightened around him once more just to stand up, making him whimper. You pushed him until he laid down on the bed.
You stood all the way up, squatting until your slit was above his head. “Don’t do it again. I only want to be punished when I really deserve it. Got it, Little Monster?” and he nodded, his eyes not daring to leave yours. “Great. Now eat.”
And oh boy, was he obedient. Having his tongue flicking on your folds so diligently was spectacular after a week of successive frustrations. You grinded on his face, making sure there was enough room for him to breath, chasing your high that rushed to you.
“Slap me. Hard.” your ordered. He was eager to do it, like the good boy he was, squeezing your butt cheeks first and then delivering three harsh slaps with this open hand. You kept your pace on his face, riding it and moaning with the contact of his palms with your ass.
Every time he hit you, you pressed yourself onto him harder and by the third one your orgasm had found you. You grinded hard as your toes curled and the pit of your stomach burned with doubled intensity after a week of forced abstinence.
You slowed down as the end of your climax approached. Finally, you got off of him, rolling and lying flat on the bed. Your heart jumped with the same rhythm of your folds throbbing. He rolled next to you, grabbing your waist and looking at you with puppy eyes.
“Baby… Can I please cum now?” he asked, a completely different attitude now. Your hand went to cup his face, resting on the edge of his perfect jawline. “Hmm… I don’t know. You’ve been such a bad boy this week.”
He tried to reason with you: “I swear I won’t do this again, please, just let me cum…” You pretended to think long and hard: “I don’t know, Little Monster, I might have to teach you how frustrating it is to be denied pleasure for a whole week…”
“No, baby, please…” he pressed his gorgeous face onto your hand, pleading like a convicted man. “I learned my lesson…” and he kissed your palm, batting his eyes at you. You gave him an unconvinced look. He then said something that interested you: “Please, baby girl… Just the head, let me put just the head in…”
“Look who’s needy now. And not even a week has passed.” You said, but even so you lifted your body to straddle him. His member was red, swollen and dripping. “You’re only allowed to cum after I do. If you come before me, no touching me for a week. Got it?”
He quickly nodded his head, eager to feel you again around him. As you rode him once more, you saw the concentration on his face in order not to release early. You felt powerful, having him so worked up under you.
The quick movements of your hips above him and the sight of your submissive and needy boyfriend were what you needed to climax. As you moaned and welcomed the warm and shocking feeling of your orgasm, you couldn’t help but shout: “Ah… Cum to me, Little Monster!”
He released his warm seed inside you, a profane sound left his lips. With the amazing feeling of fullness and satisfaction dominating your senses, you couldn’t help but to think… You two loved each other and enjoyed inverting the papers. Sometimes he would be submissive. Others, that role applied to you and that’s why it was so special.
Everything was so intense with him. He was your antinomy a great part of your existence. It has been like this since you’ve met, you two polarized perfectly. He was the monster that crept into your heart. And after all, your friend was right: It really did take a monster to tame another.

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