#sub!sunoo

᯽ heeseung and . . . cum play ♡ heeseung isn't shy about his submission, matter of fact he wears it like it's a badge of honor. he just doesn't want people knowing he likes when things get that messy. when he's covered in his own cum, when you're covered in it, when you spit it back into his mouth...

his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, hot and shaky. your mouth wrapped around his length for the fourth time in the last hour. you'd figure he'd be spent, unable to cum again but no, heeseung always has more to give, always willing to take more. the sight of your chest and lips messy with his release, dried down on his lower stomach, it's damn near pornographic. he's so sensitive and your mouth is so warm, you always know how to bring him right to the edge. a whimper breaks up the sound of his labored panting, his hands gripping at the sheets as tightly as he can. "wait, wait..." he gasps, trying to warn you that at any moment he'll fall right off that edge. you don't wait though, work him off that cliff with so much ease the thought alone is dizzying for him. whining loudly as you so skillfully suck him through the rush of his orgasm, pulling off of him once he's finished. a gesture of your hand orders him to open his mouth, standing up to drip his own cum into his mouth. "good boy," you hum, tapping his cheek with your palm. "now swallow."

᯽ jay and . . . total objectification ♡ for jay pleasing you is the most important thing for him when it comes to your sex life, getting you off, satisfying you. however, when you treat him like he's a toy, like he was made just to please you? as if every part of his body is the hottest, most arousing thing you have ever seen? his whole brain shuts off, it's his own personal heaven.

"take your shirt off." your order takes him by surprise, he'd only walked in the door a minute or two ago. he turns to look at you, see if he'd heard you properly but that look on your face tells him everything. "yes, ma'am," he whispers, his hands coming to pull the thin, spandex fabric of his compression shirt over his head. allowing you to stare at his naked torso, fresh from his work out. "aren't you pretty?" you tease, approaching him to run your hands over his bare skin. "such a pretty toy..." your words and touch make his eyes close, slowly falling to his knees at your feet, his face resting against your thighs. then his begging starts, "can i please eat you out?" his hands coming up to your thighs, kneading and squeezing as if that'll tempt you into agreeing, as if you'd say no to begin with. "that's what toys are good for, isn't it?" you ask, running your hands through his hair as his creep up to tug your shorts down.

᯽ jake and . . . panty thieving ♡ jake's puppy-like nature never pauses, he's always on the go. and from time to time, that means your panties are too! steal a pair from the dirty laundry, snatch them off the floor after you've had sex, swipe some from the counter while you're in the shower. he just misses you so much when you're not around, he can't help himself. can you really blame him?

the soft cotton fabric pressed against his face, the smell of you, the faint taste of you, it's enough to drive him insane. his hand has a tight, secure hold on his cock, making its way up and down at a speed you'd never approve of. you like to make him work for it, drag it out a little so that when he does cum it feels that much better. he doesn't have the patience for that, he doesn't have the self control for it either unless you're directly instructing him. he wants this now, he needs you but you're not here and his hand is working just fine right now. shaky moans parting his bitten lips, muttering curses into the empty hotel room. his fingers swiping over his sensitive tip so quickly it nearly hurts, whimpering to himself about the pleasure. he may not be following your usual patterns but he mimics your actions nevertheless. his chest rising and falling as the threat of cumming into his hand approaches so quickly, frantically draping your underwear over the throbbing head. watching the fabric turn darker as his release bleeds into the it.

᯽ sunghoon and . . . knife play ♡ sunghoon is such a pretty boy but something about the threat of violence against him just gets him going. he could easily overpower you but with a knife in your hand... he's all yours, completely at your mercy and will. and he loves every second of it.

the knife is so shiny under the light of your kitchen, so reflective he can see himself in the pristine metal. "who do you belong to, sunghoon?" you question, holding the blade just below his collarbone. "you." he answers immediately, his tone soft, reverent. his body is between yours and the island counter, he's completely relaxed, there's not even an ounce of tension in his body. "that's right," you praise, "you belong to me." you affirm, your voice so smooth and sultry, it makes his knees weak. one of his hands rests on your hip while the other is holding onto the counter's edge, his thumb slowly swiping back and forth over your hip bone. "i belong to you." he repeats, nodding his head in agreement with your statement. you press the pointed tip of the knife to his clavicle, letting his skin indent but never break. he lets out a soft exhale at the feeling, gently pulling you closer to him so you can feel what you're doing to him. his hard-on pushing against your thigh while you toy with the light amount of pressure on his skin. "i'll hurt you if you ever forget that." you threaten playfully, watching the smile spread across his face at your teasing.

᯽ sunoo and . . . sex taping ♡ sunoo loves to be looked at and adored, loves to be told just how attractive he is. he thrives off of the praise and the boost to his ego. recording him while you play with him or taking photos of his post-orgasm face, set the camera up to record you both and show him when it's all over, send it to him so he can use it when you're not around.

when you pull your phone out to video your hand stroking him the sound he lets out is wrecked. his hand flying up to cover his eyes as if seeing what you're doing will break him in half. his tip is round, pale brown and leaking everywhere. "so pretty, baby," your voice comes out a purr, the palm of your hand rubbing back and forth over the underside of his shaft for the camera. the sounds he makes coming out in a consistent stream, moans, whines, groans and gasps, they all spill from his lips like a faulty faucet. taking him into your hand to pay careful, torturing attention to his tip, squeezing roughly, poking gently at the slit and watching him writhe at the contact. every movement sounds so wet it only gives away just how much he loves it. "fuck... fuck, more, please..." he mumbles, his abdomen and thighs twitching in anticipation of more stimulation. "you're so greedy." you taunt, giving the head a particularly harsh squeeze before placing a soft smack on it. the action makes him gasp so loud you think it may have actually hurt, until the noisy moan follows after. "you like that?" you tease, toying with his tip a bit more. "yes, yes, please keep going!" always so good for the camera.

᯽ jungwon and . . . wax play ♡ jungwon loves a little pain, that's no secret, but similar to heeseung he doesn't want people to know just how messy he likes to get. takes it so well, begs for more, loves to admire the artwork you paint across his body in colorful ink.

the candle is kept high away from his body, giving it time to cool down before it drips down onto his skin. every drop is so warm and relaxing, similar to a bath for him only the liquid is never calm. his pillow is tucked neatly between his face and arms, his back bare for you so that you can see the entirety of your canvas. he's sure you're drawing a shape into him, he's just unsure what it is at the moment. it's a heart, it's bigger than it usually is though, so you're taking your sweet time to map it out. your free hand massaging his side attentively, making sure he keeps still and relaxed as you let the hot wax roll down. jungwon isn't much of a talker during these scenes, he really likes to enjoy it, it's almost meditative. you enjoy the process of painting him pink, blue, green, or red while he basks in your precision and control. it's mind numbing, a welcome, needed, feeling for him after all of his stress. you make all of the tension he stores simply melt away.

᯽ niki and . . . mommy kink ♡ niki loves to be the center of your attention but he has to maintain his cool image, he wants to measure up to and fit in with his older members. this desire however does not trump his need for you to give him absolutely everything he's ever craved. for niki, the kink swings both ways - sexual and nonsexual, but it's only ever enjoyed when he knows nobody else can hear him. when you're all alone.

Her expression was one of great hope. A smile was plastered on her face, which was even rarer than the wood elf species itself.

But the smile made him cry. He didn’t want to die. He begged her to not hurt him, told her he'd do anything to stay alive. His people were almost completely wiped out and he had promised himself to not let it happen.

She asked him if he wanted to make a pact.

He said yes, a bit unsure.

She told him he could stay with her and keep his life but from that moment on he would became her servant.

He said yes, nodding excitedly.

She gave him a home, shelter, no risk of meeting a creature that would kill him for his blood. He owed her. She owned him. And so he his life was dedicated to serve her. That is not an ordinary story. Actually, it is my story. And that is of how we ended up here, in my tower.

Like usual I said "Alohomora" to open the door.

(Yes, wizards do have spells like that, because we're lazy like many other creatures.)

But the sight I was met by wasn't normal. There was Sunoo, on the cold floor, with blood in his eyes. Dumb elf was clumsy enough to knock over a few glass tubes with poison and curses that were on the shelf. It was clearly labeled DANGER with capital letters for his own safety. Dumb, dumb elf. I promised that I would keep him away from all evil even when the evil was because of me. I hated seeing him in such pain.

"Episkey!" Poof! The blood was gone. If it weren't for my magical abilities, or my being there, he would be to death. But if it weren't for my magical abilities, he wouldn't have been bleeding in the first place.

Sunoo looked around the place confusingly. The panic he had rushing in his veins was slowly turning to tranquility and warmth. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be able to see and not feel pain. His gaze met mine and he kept it there. These days he’d gotten so comfortable around me that he wasn’t embarrassed to stare at me openly.

I walked him to his room. He knew that when I point at him I want something done, so he followed me. I pointed at his bed and he laid down.

"Rest. Don't move," I whispered and tucked him in without thinking too much about it.

But when I did I realized that I was being less cold than usual. I never came in contact with his skin, I only pointed at him when I wanted something done. And the only time I spoke was for spells, commands, small talk or greetings. His eyes were staring into mine, he was observing my face as if there were something on it.

"What?" I asked sternly, back to my old persona.

"You care for me..." he said slowly, almost as if he were trying to convince himself or as if he didn't believe it himself.

"Go to rest."

"But-"

"Silencio." He shut up.

Although he was healed, he needed time to rest since he’d been overworking himself lately with all the chores and building a mini garden of flowers in the balcony.

Sunoo slept until noon — which was the longest he's ever slept since he became mine — and claimed he was feeling well and capable of helping me.

The incident the day prior had shown the vulnerable part of myself, and I didn't want to seem more sensitive or weak, so I told him he could get back to helping me but he needed to stop being so damn klutzy. "Asylciaana." The elf brought said potion to my side instantly. I was working on creating a new spell and needed a hand to help me.

But then I heard the sound of glass shattering and a whine following it. It was as if he did it on purpose. Choking him was my go-to punishment when he didn't obey me — which wasn’t very often — so I recognized the sounds of his whimpers and attempts to breathe all too well. In my peripheral view I could see that he was holding one hand on his neck, most likely trying to loosen the grip the potion was holding, and the other hand on the floor trying to crawl towards me.

He was testing my emotions and he deserved to be punished so I let him suffocate for a few more seconds till his face become purple before I whispered "Episkey." His body dropped to the floor at the sudden release of pain. His chest went up and down as he tried to catch his breath. I smirked while keeping my eyes on the potion. Dumb, dumb elf. This would hopefully teach him a lesson. "Asylciaana," I said out loud, indicating that he should bring said potion to my side instantly as if nothing had happened. I couldn't see it but he had a smile on his face.

That night I woke up to the sound of a scream. It wasn't a scream I had heard before. The sound of one dying. I followed the scream to Sunoo's room. There on the bed he was sitting with his feet dangling in the air, unharmed and smiling. "So you do care about me?" his smile widened. My face was one of hatred. "Whore," I answered coldly and watched his face falter slightly. "Bend over. Do it or else I'll make you and you know I can." He got on the hard floor and leaned on the soft bed as if he in fact wasn't a disobedient whore.

"Tell me, why have you been acting like this recently?" He didn't answer me as if he was under a silent spell, but I knew he wasn't and that made me angrier than I already was. My hand went to his hair and pulled his head back. His neck was at an awkward angle and I was happy about it. He looked likes bitch. To add more to it, my remaining hand went for his neck in a grip that made him gasp.

"Answer me, whore," I spat at him. He didn't flinch. Instead he looked me in the eyes. "I wanted your attention."

"First you're a whore, then you're a whore without manners," I chuckled and tightened my grip.

"I'm sorry, Master."

He always addressed me as Master when I punished him and I always addressed him as whatever title he deserved.

"Don't lie to me."

His choked expression and eye contact proved that he really wanted my attention. But in the form of a reward. I could feel him gulp against my hand and kept my strong gaze at him for a moment before releasing his throat and pushing his face to the bed with the grip on his hair.

"Stay still, whore." He listened to me and heard my steps somewhere away from him. I was in front of his wardrobe and reached for something at the top of it. A slapper. It was placed there the day he first disobeyed me. Till this day it hadn't been put to use as he never had disobeyed me to the point where he deserved to be spanked with it. It was of leather and looked scary, but I knew it wasn't as scary as a whip — but he wasn't ready to be introduced to that yet.

I went back to him and stopped behind him. The sound of the slapper hitting the bed right next to his head excited him. "Count after every hit and don't you dare make a sound other than that," I whispered beside his head.

"Yes, Master," he said and I could hear in his voice that he was looking forward for what was about to happen.

He was still in his clothes, which was good since I didn't want him to feel the pain that was added when it was against naked skin. I sat down beside him on the mattress and that took his attention as he turned his head to me.

"Did I tell you you could look at me, whore?"

"No, Master," he said with no guilt in his voice as he took in the view of me with a slapper in my hand.

"Five spanks less."

His expression turned to one of confusion, "Isn't it supposed to be the opposite?"

"I know you like pain, you masochistic whore. That's why less pain is punishment."

He whimpered and turned his head back to the bed.

"Good whore," I praised with a light voice, contrary to the hard spank I left on his clad ass.

"One," he said steadily.

He's not going to be that composed for long.

I raised my hand and let the slapper hit him again.

"Two," he said, still not fazed.

I spanked him again and made him hold back a needy whine, while I was comfortably sitting on the bed.

"Three, Master," he said with a tone that told me he couldn't act so tough in front of me anymore.

I told him not to say anything other than numbers, but I let it slide since it was my title and I was too tired to react. With a yawn I slapped his butt again.

"F-Four," he said fast and tried to cover the impact it had on him.

Spank!

"Five," he said loudly and bit his lower lip to try not making it sound like a moan.

His fists gripped the sheets till they became light.

"Good whore, taking it so well," I praised, impressed he hadn't given up.

I went back to my rough self and spanked him harder, hoping he could take it.

"Six," he half-screamed in a slutty tone. Fit him perfectly. The sound of the slapper making contact with his ass was so loud it hurt my ears. Apparently his ass was quite sensitive too since he choked on air. His clothes were in the way of me seeing his ass, but I was sure it was red.

"Seven," he let out barely like when he was suffocating just the day before.

My smirk became visible as I saw how his body arched and how the side of his face crumbled into pieces of desire.

Spank!

"Ei-Eight," he whimpered and arched his back erotically out of both need for more pain and to keep his mind from moaning.

I noticed his action and thought he deserved more harshness. And so I went at it way more than before.

The increase of pain and pleasure noticeable as he immediately put his hand on his mouth the second after he said 'nine' since he was scared of making a sound.

My tired self couldn't help but laugh at his pathetic state.

"This is the last one, whore, be as loud as you want," I whispered from above him and spanked him the hardest I could to make him remember the pain for the rest of the day.

The moan he let out was high pitched and showed how much he had actually enjoyed it. Seeing his body reacting to his punishment was enjoyable, but hearing him was beyond pleasant.

"Ten. F-Fuck, Master," he moaned.

He closed his eyes and tried to breathe properly. I didn't even touch him with my skin and he looked completely fucked out. What a masochist. "Turn around," I ordered him. He did as told. His flushed face filled with sexual frustration and embarrassment and an apparent tent in his pants was what I was met by to my satisfaction.

"Water your flowers then clean every room and corner and everything you can think of, whore. I’m going back to the sleep you ruined — don’t make a sound until I’m awake," I yawned and walked away, leaving him alone on his bed.

"Yes, Master. Sleep well," he gulped and looked at me as I left the slapper back at its place on top of his wardrobe, now aware of where the wonderful tool was all along.

"I will if you don't touch your cock. So if you do and rob me of my sleep again you're fucked, understood?"

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"With a haunting dance, now you're both in a trance

It's time to cast your spell on the night

Abracadabra

Amor ooh nana

Abra-ca-da-bra

Morta ooh gaga

In her tongue she said

Death or love tonight"

—heeseung ✩

there’s little resistance from him. heeseung’s a proud whore so he instantly called up his proud whore friend. jake loved the idea of being your puppy along side hee. therefore, it was a smooth and quick process from planning to having them collared and plugged up on their knees for you. they both looked up with you with a dumb, yet undeniably pretty, fucked out look as you tugged on their collars. cat and dog ears rested on their heads with matching tails nestled deep inside of them—they were being such good pets for you. jake let his tongue hang and drool as you shoved your fingers into his mouth, happily sucking them as you caressed heeseung’s face. heeseung tilts his head to kiss your fingers, a gestures that’s quite wholesome until his tongue and teeth get involved, whining to get more of your attention. you then instructed them to bend over so they were arching in doggy with their tails nearly touching as they faced opposite of each other. they obeyed you but looked at you with questioning eyes, then watched you pull out a long and girthy double ended dildo, their faces practically lighting up.

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—jay ✩

like jake, jay would also be hesitant of this request. adding another partner during sex wasn’t something that really crossed his mind. mostly due to the fact that he enjoyed your intimacy so much, and partially because knowing you, he knew his bratty tendencies would lead him to a rather cruel and humiliating predicament. though perhaps that would make it exciting, he thought. so there they were—jay and heeseung cuffed and blindfolded with cockrings set to a low vibration setting. jay so far has been quiet, his arms flexing every so often in anticipation that you finally touch him. meanwhile, heeseung has been moaning and practically babbling like a slut. “please miss,” he whines, “please touch me.” the vibration paired with the restriction of his hands and sight made his brain fuzzy, especially since you’ve been toying with them for a good ten minutes now. “hmm, I don’t know~” you tap your chin, pretending to put some thought to it, “you both look just so pretty like this. maybe I’ll have you cum untouched.” the two of them are quick to object with their arms flexed against their restraints and pitiful whines emitting from their lips. “please,” jays finally speaks, almost breathlessly. “please what? tell me what you want.” jay could feel you getting closer to him, and his skin gets goosebumps from your presence. “I need you to touch my dick, suck it—fuck me, please. I need you,” he exhaled. you smirk. you got him right where you want him—vulnerable and desperate. and to push him towards his limit, you increase the setting of his cock ring, shamelessly watching him squirm and his dick pulse against his abdomen as you bring a thumb to heeseung’s nipple. hee’s girlish moans quickly filled the room as you rubbed and pinched both of his nipples, leading him to his first dry orgasm and the start of jay’s mind break into your good kitty.

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—Jake ✩

now it would take some convincing for jake. he’s very possessive of you, so the idea of sharing you would be shut down the majority of time. the very few occasions he’s open to it, he needs someone that’s as freaky as he is. sunghoon was the only person he believed that could keep up, and could trust, therefore he invited him. it was awkward at first, but sunghoon was more than happy to spend a night with you two. due to his possessiveness, jake will very obviously try to outperform sunghoon as a way to remind you that he’s yours and you are his, which often leads to a very hot and desperate sunghoon who just wants to make you feel good. like the time when they were both eating you out, and jake, obviously, was nose deep into your pussy with almost no intent of sharing. leaving sunghoon to sit aside and jerk his cock to the sweet sound of your moans, longing to be in jake’s place. you caught on to this and told jake, “puppy, sunghoon would like a turn too,” to which he slowly removes his tongue and pouts but scoots over, his face still hovering over you. sunghoon then lays on his belly and sighs at the sight of how wet you were, and then attaches his lips to your clit, moaning when he hears you gasp. he swirls his tongue around you for a moment, alternating between that and sucking your clit until he eventually catches his breath and jake takes his opportunity to kiss your folds. Their faces squished against each others, neither of them letting up as they moan and lick you up, occasionally looking up at you with their lustful eyes until they see your pretty face as you cum.

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—sunghoon ✩

his immediate thought was sunoo. he’s not sure why. maybe it’s because sunoo looked like the textbook definition of a sub, and like all the pretty boys Sunghoon would watch in porn. there was something about the thought of watching you fuck him that excited him. so when you brought it up, he called him. sunoo laughed at his offer, genuinely thinking it was a joke since it was so out of character for sunghoon, but once he caught the tension and knew that he was indeed serious, he would ultimately agree. sunoo always thought you were pretty and would always catch the subtle hints of your dominance with sunghoon whenever you were together—and maybe there were some times where his thoughts of you became inappropriate. so sunoo wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to be bent over in front of you. his face rested against one of your pillows with his ass in the air, presenting his wet, puffy hole that was recently prepped with your mouth and fingers. Sunghoon sat towards the end of the shared bed, stripped down to just his underwear as he watched you slather the lube onto the strap on. “he looks ready to be fucked, doesn’t he, sunghoon?” you ask your boyfriend. it was as if he was hypnotized as he licked his lips and nodded, watching you rub the tip of your strap to his friends hole and breaching past his entrance.

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—sunoo ✩

you’d have him blushing and giggling. he may try to play off as innocent, but sunoo holds a lot of kinky fantasies up in that pretty head of his. so he agreed and texted jungwon like he had been waiting for you to ask him for ages. you would have two poor, shy boys knelt before you with nervous eyes and fingers darting around as they wait for your next command. you knew you had lucked out getting two good boys so you treated them with extra care, giving them sweet tones and tender gestures as they gradually built their confidence in pleasuring you together. they were set on making you feel good, worshipping you. they let their mouth and hands run along every body part you asked of them with no complaints, their cocks getting harder and wetter as your face contorted in pleasure, not daring to touch themselves without your permission. “are you getting close, mommy?” sunoo asks, his mouth still attached to your tit while jungwon lapped of your folds. it was a very obvious answer. your breath quickening and your body stiffening with your head thrown back were tall tale signs, but sunoo still wanted to hear your praise. “yes, baby. keep going, just like that. you’re both such good boys.” jungwon moans against you and sunoo goes back to sucking on your nipple, massaging your other breast until you cum on jungwon. now you had to reward your two good boys.

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—jungwon ✩

honestly the question would take him aback. he’s still pretty shy when it comes to exploring kinks and sexual fantasies between you two, so the thought of adding another person made him anxious. however, one person did come to mind as you mentioned it… and then the thought of them joining overtook him for the next couple nights. so several days later, jungwon is watching jay slip inside you, completely naked with his hand pulling at his cock. you had told him to pay close attention to how jay was pleasuring you, how he was hitting all the right spots. jungwon seemed to be in a trance as he followed the moves of his elder, and how he was getting such beautiful sounds and reactions from you that’s he’s never heard before. “can I try that too, mommy?” jungwon asks you desperately, cock still in hand. to which you replied, “of course, baby,” since he was being so good. jay carefully pulls out of you and groans when he sees some of your wetness and his precum drip from your hole. jungwon takes his place between your legs and enters you slowly, giving you both time to adjust before he starts thrusting. he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs in circles, copying jay—not too fast but fast enough with just the right amount of pressure to make you clench and wrap your legs around him. “good boy, wonie,” you praise between your moans. “you feel really good, mommy,” he replies breathlessly, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “say thank you to jay, baby,” you tell him, squeezing your legs around him tight, pushing him closer to his orgasm. “mmm~ t-thank you, jay hyung.”