[M] Intervention (1/1)

Minyeon POVI was shaking. All of a sudden, love making was no longer as affectionate as I thought it should be. It was murderous, dirty and sinful. Looking at a particular spot on the ceiling, I took deep breaths according to Taemin’s soft commands beside my ear. Breathe in and out again. I had no idea how that was going to help but it did—my pulse was no longer irregular and I was less light headed. Taemin then moved to the side of the bed, probably still bothered by a huge boner. Gazing down at his crotch, I knew I was right—his blood was still rushing down to a particular area and it was even painful to sight. But as much as I felt apologetic towards him, there was nothing I could do. I was too afraid.“Sorry.” I croaked, hugging my bare legs close to my body. Curling up into a fetus, I felt Taemin’s chest pressing against my back from behind, assuring me that I could take my time. He was obviously upset; I could hear it in his voice, shaky and disappointed. He held me close, enclosing me in his embrace.At that moment, I found the urge to look at him again and if he were to seem a little too upset, I might act as he wished just to make him happy. Turning myself over to face Taemin, I observed his face, capturing his expressions worriedly. But he smiled and pouted right after that, pinching my nose gently.“Don’t even think about that Minyeon. I will never force you into doing something you don’t want to do.” I lowered my head sheepishly and rested on his chest. Lee Taemin; how could this man know me at the back of his hands? I was too lucky, but a person like me didn’t deserve such luck.Gathering myself together, I hugged him close and rested against his chest, wishing that everything would be fine. That was the last night we attempted to make love—Taemin barely hinted anything about it but there were times where he left me wondering about how he could satisfy his manly needs. That probably explained why he took longer to shower these days.How long could this ever last, though?…. …. ….I sat on the toilet lid, heart racing and legs spread apart. Just an hour ago, I started feeling paranoid about my relationship with Taemin. It has been a month since we last had sex and since then, he barely showed any hints of lust and desire towards my body. For once, I actually thought the Taemin should force me into doing something I dislike just to make sure that everything was fine.Pacing around the room back and forth, I came to a halt in front of the table, glancing at his lap top. Approaching it with a slight sense of guilt, I hovered the mouse over the Google Chrome icon and press it once. With hesitation, I maneuvered it to the search tab, scrolling down to see his most visited webpage.Twitter, Youtube, Facebook…. And there it was the icon that stood out from the rest, with its bright pink and red shades. I waited for the page to load, cheeks blushing and biting my bottom lip involuntarily. The thumbnails were awkwardly crude as I scrolled the page, searching for something that might be more ‘pleasant’ compared to the rest of the videos. I finally settled down on a twenty-minute video.Might Taemin be fantasizing about me while engaging in his fetishes? My eyes were glued to the screen as I listened to the audio through a earpiece. At the nineteenth minute, I paused the video and leaned back against the chair, feeling slightly worried about how unaffected I was. Pondering for a moment, I got up from the seat and headed towards the washroom, not bothering to lock the door behind me.I closed the lid of the toilet bowl and sat down on it, making the final decision if I should touch myself or not.  Weeks after the incident, I came up with my own intervention to solve the problem. Maybe—maybe if I were to touch myself and feel the excitement once again, the pain would be over.Slipping my underwear off, I gazed down at my bare crotch and took deep hasty pants. I wasn’t turned on; I was afraid. Slowly, I reached a hand down south, stopping once at my naval because it started feeling ticklish. After a couple of seconds, I went down further to cup my sex, running two fingers on each side of my clitoris.I jolted slightly as I brushed them up and down my folds, feeling a sense of satisfaction that my plan might actually be working. Then I took a step further and positioned my index finger just outside my vagina, pressing the tip of it against the entrance. But I was shaken awake before I could anything. The pressurizing thoughts of the metallic surgical tools entering my body took over me once again. I started shivering again, finally pulling away from my nether region and closed my legs together tightly.Standing up from the toilet seat, I put on my underwear and adjusted my dress properly. I didn’t know I was in tears till I spotted my own reflection in the mirror. Wiping them away was all I could do, especially when the sound of Taemin’s footsteps could be heard just outside the door.“Minyeon.” He called out my name for a couple of times before I decided to open the door. I knew perfectly well what he was going to question me about. Taemin stood by the table, looking at me sheepishly but with a slight tinge of anger. “Were you using my laptop?”Taemin mentioned to me before that the last thing he ever wanted anybody to touch without his permission were his electronic gadgets. I stared at him guiltily, still brushing the tears away from my cheeks as they continued rolling down uncontrollably.“I’m sorry…”“You were surfing porn?” He seemed quite amused but I wasn’t.“I tried, Taemin. But I can’t.” I finally said, turning away from him in shame. “I tried to make things better between the both of us but it didn’t seem to work out.”Taemin walked across the room towards me, snickering heartlessly at how I started to weep.“Silly girl. I told you that I can wait.” A/N: hi!