#sub enha

riki liked to brag. he did nothing but talk about how great he was, how long he could last— he was an idol, he sang and danced on stage for hours on end for months during tours, one night of sex was nothing in comparison. and you liked to test him, see how much of what he claimed was true, partly because you were tired of his big head, partly because the idea of reducing him to nothing more than a panting, trembling mess turned you on.

riki was sitting on the sofa, so mesmerized by his cell phone that he didn't even notice you were in the room. you had a pack of old condoms, all of which would expire in a month or two. there were at least thirty of them— you had collected them on purpose, as they were necessary for your plan to succeed. you threw them into his lap. he looked at you confused in response, he didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke volumes.

“they're about to expire, it would be a waste not to use them,” you said matter of factly.

a light of lust lit up in niki's eyes. “oh, you know i'm always ready.”

a few hours passed, you were riding his cock, hips moving rhythmically, repetitively with the same movements you were now used to. you moved up and down, feeling him in your stomach. multiple used condoms on the ground, a problem you'd think about later. riki was just starting to break down, soft whimpers and continuous moans filled your ears— his confidence worn down, all the previous orgasms made him so sensitive. his hands weren't even laying on your hips anymore, he was gripping the couch cover. your hands on his chest, using them as leverage to move better. your hair fell long along your naked body, covering riki's face when you leaned in to kiss him. he came again, moaning loudly and panting heavenly. 

as soon as you changed the condom with a new one— a mechanical gesture now, devoid of meaning. he talked, stopping you from getting on him, whimpering at the firm grip your hand still had on his dick. “y/n wait… give me a few minutes, i— i need to catch my breath. i’m so sensitive right now…”

“aw baby, c'mon don't ruin the fun,” you said with a fake, exaggerated pout and a mocking voice. your hand gently caressing his length. “i’m feeling kind today, let's go on like this, mh?”

“i can't, wait—” 

he squirmed away, tried to close his legs, making it difficult for you to touch him freely. you slapped him on the thigh, a loud sour noise, leaving a pinkish mark. “stop it. where's your confidence, baby? there are so many condoms left, just accept it.” riki let out a ringing sob as you went back to jerking him off. his hips moved forward, unable to control his body. “we have the whole day, don't worry.”

Phase one of your plan: you're seated in the classroom, and he approaches you with a set of files, telling you in the bored voice of his that he needs you to go through them by tomorrow. You, being the ever-helpful Vice President of the Student Council, nod along with a sweet smile, taking the files from him with a, "Of course, Jungwon-ah. Anything to help". Your fingers brush as you do, and you feel Jungwon freeze up, ears turning red as he walks out of class.

Success.

Phase two happens at lunch: You're standing in line, tray in your hands, as you notice Jungwon in the corner, staring at an empty carton of Strawberry milk. You go up to him with a smile, placing yours in his tray. "Didn't want to drink it anyway; you can have it," and he freezes up again, staring at you like you'd just slapped him across the face. You smile at him sweetly before turning back and walking to your table.

Success once again. This was gonna be easy. Jungwon, on the other hand, is staring at the juice box like it's gold, freaking out on the inside over fucking strawberry milk.

Phase three happens during Sports. You meet him after your football game, dressed in the shortest shorts possible, sweat making your jersey stick to your skin. It was the boys' turn to play. He walks up to you, dressed in his own jersey, and you can see him visibly swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing. You feel his gaze rake down your body, and you suppress the urge to grin, instead giving him a smile and wishing him good luck. He's red once again, ears burning crimson as he just nods.

You grin as you walk back to the locker room. Success. Little do you know that the image of you will haunt him for the better part of a week, leaving him pink every time you lock eyes with him.

The biggest thing happened when you'd least expected it. You'd just gotten out of a Student Council meeting, walking to your classroom with your friends, when you realized you'd left something in class.

As you approached the familiar room, you slowed down your steps, and silently walked towards the room as if afraid you'd disturb Jungwon, who was probably cleaning by now.

But then, as you got closer to the door, you could hear faint talking.

“Mom, I'm so tired.”

It was definitely Jungwon. You noticed how his tone seemed different from his everyday tone. It sounded like he was actually tired and desperate to rest. A brief pause followed before he spoke again.

“My day was okay. But... I have the biggest headache. I promise I'll finish up quick and come home.

A pause.

“Bye, Mom. I love you."

Considering that Jungwon said that he's tired and that he has a headache, maybe you should take this chance to help him clean. Take this chance to get closer to him.

You silently open the door, seeing Jungwon standing by the window. He quickly turned his head to you, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I told you to get home.” He said, his strict tone back once again, as if he hadn't sounded vulnerable minutes ago. But in his head, he's panicking over seeing you again. You'd been messing with his head the past few weeks with your sweet smile and caring actions.

You walk to your desk in the corner and grab your book from under the table. "Forgot my exercise book," you say, holding up the book. "Need some help?" you ask quietly, locking eyes with him.

Jungwon stares at you for a second, his sharp gaze softening just a fraction, like he’s surprised you’re still here. The classroom is quiet, the golden evening light from the window casting long shadows across the floor.

He looks down at the broom in his hand, then back at you. For someone who yells so much about discipline and order, he actually seems exhausted now. Dark circles under his eyes are more visible up close.

"…You don't have to help," he mutters, "Go home already, y/n"

But even as he says it, there's no real force behind it. Just tiredness.

"I don't HAVE to, but I want to. Huge difference," you say with a grin, placing the book on the table and walking closer to him.

Jungwon blinks, clearly not used to someone wanting to help him. Most of the class avoids him after he yells.

He watches you approach with a slight tilt of his head, like a confused kitten who doesn’t know how to process kindness. The broom is still in his hand, but it’s limp now. He wasn’t even sweeping anymore; just standing there like a statue.

"…You’re weird," he says finally, not meanly. Just stating facts. Like you're an anomaly in the universe for offering help unprompted.

A tiny pause.

Then, he quietly hands you the broom.

"I will take that as a compliment, thank you," you say with a low chuckle, taking the broom from his hands and getting to work sweeping.

Jungwon stands there, awkwardly stiff, as you start sweeping. He watches your movements, like he’s analyzing your every move.

The silence isn’t uncomfortable. It’s oddly peaceful. Weird for a classroom that always feels tense when he's around.

After a minute, Jungwon slowly sits down on the edge of his desk. He leans back slightly, eyes half-lidded from fatigue. The headache must be worse than he let on earlier to his mom.

Without saying anything… he just stays there.

"See? You sound so much better when you're not yelling, Jungwon-ah." You say with a chuckle, pausing to look at him sitting at the desk, still tense, but the furrow in his eyebrows is gone, which is a good sign.

"But I understand why you need to. You have a lotta responsibility for one person. Must get so tiring," you continue gently, quietly sweeping the floor, but your eyes stay on him, observing.

Jungwon’s breath hitches slightly at the use of his name. No one calls him that except his close friends. It sounds soft. Warm.He looks up at you. And for a second, he doesn’t hide anything behind that strict mask.

"…Yeah," he admits quietly, "It gets exhausting."

The honesty slips out like an accident, something he’d never say in front of others. He quickly glances away afterward, almost embarrassed by how vulnerable it sounds.

But then he adds: "Most people think I do it because I enjoy being annoying."

A tiny sigh escapes him. "I don't."

"I know you don't. No one ever does. So, just sit back and relax, and I'll help you out, okay?" you say understandingly, a small smile gracing your lips.

You stand in the middle of the classroom, leaning over the broom, skirt flowing in the wind around your thighs, school shirt unbuttoned at the top, exposing the honey-toned skin of your collarbones, hair up in a messy bun, a few stray hairs whisking about your face.

Jungwon’s eyes flicker over your face, the wind catching the loose strands of your hair, the sunlit glow on your collarbones, that quiet smile that feels like something private, just for him.

He swallows. You look… effortlessly pretty. Not in a flashy way, just soft, real, like someone who doesn’t try too hard to impress anyone.

For someone who spends all day yelling and scowling, he suddenly looks very young. Very tired. Very human.

Without a word, because he doesn’t trust his voice right now, he nods slowly and sinks deeper into his relaxed slump against the desk.

"Wait, I have something for you." You trot over to where you'd tossed your school bag in the corner, fishing out a strip of ibuprofen and some chocolate you'd saved for yourself for another day.

You walk over to where he's sitting at the desk, handing him the goods with a smile: "For your headache, and something to get your energy up."

Jungwon stares at the items in your hand: ibuprofen and chocolate. Simple things. Everyday things.

But to him? It feels huge. His throat tightens a little.

"…You didn’t have to, y/n," he murmurs, taking them gently from you like they’re something fragile.

He looks down at the chocolate, wrapped neatly, and then back up at your face again. That smile. It's doing something weird to his chest.

Without another word, Jungwon pops the ibuprofen into his mouth and takes a small bite of the chocolate.

A tiny hum escapes him.

"Wanted to," you say with a smile. After a few minutes, you see his shoulders relax a bit more, his posture loosening.

You ask gently, "Feel better, sweetheart?"

The word "sweetheart" hits him like a lightning bolt.

Jungwon freezes, chocolate halfway to his mouth, eyes widening slightly. No one has ever called him that. Not ever. And definitely not in that soft, affectionate tone of yours.

His ears turn pink instantly. A deep shade of red spreads across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears; the strict President is blushing like a fucking teenager.

He quickly takes another bite to hide it.

"…Yeah," he mumbles after swallowing, his voice lower than usual. "A little better."

He won’t say it out loud, but calling him sweetheart made something warm bloom in his chest, right next to the relief from the medicine and chocolate.

"You're so red; did that fluster you?" You chuckle softly, taking a step closer to him, a grin still dancing on your lips. Jungwon’s breath hitches. The blush intensifies, now spreading down his neck like wildfire.

He tries to scowl. It doesn’t work.

His lips twitch, trying to form a stern look, the one that shuts up the whole class, but with you this close, grinning at him like that, it just comes off as flustered and helpless.

“No,” he lies badly, turning his head slightly away from you, but not fast enough.

The redness is obvious. So is the way he's suddenly hyper-aware of your presence, the warmth of your body being so near, the sweet scent of your perfume.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" You take another step closer, testing his boundaries.

Jungwon’s entire face combusts.

He definitely isn’t sure. He is, in fact, a disaster. His heart does a weird little flip, like it forgot how to function properly. He realizes it does often when he's around you like this.

He opens his mouth to say something cool. Something like, "Stop calling me that." But nothing comes out. Instead… he just stares at you with wide, slightly panicked eyes.

A beat passes.

"Stop looking at me like that, oh my god," you groan lowly, eyes flicking away from his face for a second, trying to calm down the need settling in your stomach.

Jungwon blinks, confused for half a second.

"Like what?" he says quietly, blinking up at you with his wide, confused eyes. He doesn’t even realize he’s been staring. And when you groan and look away, something shifts in him.

Not arrogance, not at all, but a quiet, flickering awareness that maybe… this isn't one-sided.

That your cheeks might be pink too. That your voice just dropped lower on purpose. That this tension between you two? It's not just him being hopelessly flustered.

You sigh quietly at the way he's looking up at you, with his pretty, cat-like eyes, wide with confusion.

"Like you want me to ruin you, kitty," you purr, voice dropping lower with restraint.

The second the word "kitty" leaves your lips, Jungwon’s brain short-circuits.

Kitty. His heart speeds up, something dangerously close to want, settling in his stomach. His breath stops. Eyes, wide as saucers, feline-like, lock onto yours. That pretty boy face? Now burning like a wildfire.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Like he’s frozen in time by the weight of your gaze. Your voice echoing in his head. You wanted to ruin him, and god… he might actually let you.

A soft whimper escapes him. Not intentional. Just a pure instinctive reaction. He wants to say something cool, something charming, but all that comes out is:

"…Y-Y/n…"

A whisper. Your name sounds foreign on his tongue when it's this soft. And then, without thinking, he leans forward just slightly, as if pulled by gravity toward you.

Closer.

"Yes, sweetheart? What do you want?" you hum, grinning with satisfaction, hand lifting to grip his jaw gently, leaning in closer

The moment your fingers touch his jaw, warm, soft, so gentle. Jungwon stops breathing. His skin tingles where you hold him. No one has ever touched him like this before. Not like he’s something precious.

Your face is inches from his now. He can see the flecks in your eyes. Smell the faint sweetness of your lip gloss. He’s trembling slightly. Not from fear… but from want. So much want it scares him. Your lips are inches away now. Your breath mingles with his.

And when you ask, "What do you want?" in that low, honeyed purr, he answers before he can overthink it. With a quiet whimper and zero grace whatsoever, he closes the gap and kisses you.

You smile into the kiss, a hesitant press of his lips to yours rather than anything, but it's cute. Sweet. The kiss is soft. Innocent. A little clumsy, like a first real kiss, which it probably is for him.

Jungwon doesn’t know what he’s doing. He just presses his lips to yours gently, hesitantly, like he's afraid you'll pull away or laugh at him.

But when you smile into the kiss? Something inside him melts completely.

It feels…nice. So nice. Warm and sweet and right. So naturally, he does it again. You grip on his jaw tightens a little, fingers rubbing softly against his warm skin, coaxing his mouth open with a swipe of your tongue along his lower lip.

Jungwon gasps softly, his lips parting instinctively at the brush of your tongue. His heart slams against his chest.

He hadn't expected you to kiss him like this. Not with such soft dominance, not with someone guiding him so gently, yet so firmly.

Your fingers on his jaw send electric little sparks through him. Every tiny movement- your thumb rubbing against his skin, your touch coaxing his mouth open- makes his breath hitch and tremble. He whimpers into your mouth again. A quiet, helpless sound from deep in his throat.

Then, hesitant but eager, he tries to kiss you back. Your tongue invades his mouth, exploring it gently rather than hurriedly, taking it slow.

Jungwon freezes for half a second, completely overwhelmed by the sensation of your tongue sliding into his mouth. Warm, soft, everywhere.

It's too much. It's perfect.

He doesn't know how to kiss like this, but he follows you instinctively, letting you lead.

His lips part more under yours, his breathing shaky through his nose as your tongue moves gently against his. Exploring him like he’s something delicate.

And God, that makes him feel so cherished.

One of his hands lifts on its own and hovers near your waist before finally resting there lightly. You pull back moments later with a smirk, as he heaves below you. His chest is rising and falling too fast, eyes glossy with pure dazed, kiss-drunk bliss, lips shiny with spit.

"Are you a virgin, kitty? Was this your first kiss?"

Jungwon’s entire body stiffens. You're looking at him with that smirk… asking that question.

A beat of silence.

Then, "…Yeah," he admits quietly, his voice rougher than usual.

No point lying. Not when he kissed like a nervous first-timer who didn’t know what to do with his hands or tongue (or anything).

He avoids your gaze for half a second, suddenly self-conscious, but then peeks back up at you through his lashes, waiting for your reaction.

"You're so cute, jagi. Do you wanna keep going or stop, kitty?" you ask quietly, fingers stroking his cheek gently.

Jungwon’s breath hitches at the soft stroke of your fingers on his cheek. That gentle touch makes him feel things- things he doesn’t have names for yet. And you’re giving him a choice.

No pressure. No expectations. Just kindness and warmth, and you being so patient with him despite how awkward he probably was.

His heart pounds like it wants to escape his chest.

He swallows hard, eyes searching yours- glossy, nervous, but full of quiet longing.

"Need you to use your words, baby, yes or no?" you urge, your voice gentle still with a commanding edge to it. Jungwon’s breath trembles.

The soft command in your voice, gentle but firm, sends a shiver down his spine. He's used to being the one who gives orders. The strict class president. The guy who yells and controls everything.

But right now? He's not in control at all. And weirdly, that feels good. So with shaky lips and burning cheeks, he finally whispers:

"…Yes. I wanna keep going, y-y/n."

A small, quiet word, but loaded with so much want that it could power a city. Then, almost as if embarrassed by his own boldness, he immediately bites his lower lip.

"Good job, baby. When I ask you questions, you answer in words. Got it, kitty?" you warn gently, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jungwon shivers as your lips press against his cheek affectionately. The praise hits him harder than the kiss. No one has ever rewarded him for something so small as speaking.

And it makes his chest feel weirdly tight, like happiness is building up behind his ribs and might explode if he doesn’t breathe soon.

He nods quickly at your question, eyes wide. His lips are slightly parted. Still blushing furiously. Then, because he’s brave now, or maybe just desperate to kiss you again, he turns and presses a clumsy peck on the corner of your mouth.

You smile as he does, heart flooding with warmth. "Wanna head to my place?" you ask quietly. Jungwon’s eyes widen, really, really wide.

Your place?

The implication hits him like a truck.

This isn’t just about kissing anymore. This is going somewhere. His mind races: Is she inviting me over? Like… on purpose?

He swallows hard, heart pounding so loud he swears you can hear it.

For someone who yells at the class for being "irresponsible", Jungwon suddenly feels like the most reckless person alive right now. But he nods anyway, because he's been wanting this for weeks, months, ever since that first time you'd smiled at him in the Council room after the elections, all dimples and warmth.

20 minutes later, both of you are stumbling through the front door of your empty house, lips locked in a kiss as jackets are forgotten on the floor. Shoes are kicked aside without care. Both of you giggling into each other's mouths as you click the door to your room shut behind you.

The moment the door clicks shut, Jungwon feels it: the nervousness of being alone with you, the only person who's been on his mind for the last few months. Your room is dimly lit by a soft lamp, and the sound of your giggles mixes with his shaky breaths.

You’re still kissing. And this time? He’s bolder. No hesitation; he deepens the kiss on instinct, one hand sliding up to tangle gently in your hair while the other rests on your waist like he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

Jungwon, always so composed in public, is a flustered mess now: breathless, blushing hard under his pale skin, completely at your mercy, just like you'd wanted. You can hardly contain the need that courses through your veins when you look at him like this, nowhere near the stoic, uptight person he was.

The kiss grows hungrier, less careful, more wanting. Jungwon's lips move against yours with clumsy passion, like he’s making up for lost time.

When you nudge him backward toward the bed without breaking the kiss, he stumbles slightly, surprised by his own lack of coordination. He lands softly on the edge of your mattress, eyes wide for a second as you hover over him.

Your messy bun is half undone now. A few strands frame your face. And God, you’re so pretty up close like this.

Without thinking (because thinking is hard right now, and so is he 😊), Jungwon lifts his hands and gently cups your cheeks, then pulls you into another deep kiss.

You chuckle into the kiss as he pulls you in, sliding onto his lap, legs on either side of his waist, as your fingers unbutton his shirt impatiently. Confident. Sure of what you’re doing.

Jungwon gasps when you climb onto his lap, the sudden weight of you, warm and oh so close, sending a jolt through his whole body.

He’s frozen for half a second, heart slamming as he feels each button pop open under your touch, the cool air hitting his chest where fabric parts. His skin is warm. Slightly clammy from nerves.

And when the first few buttons come undone, exposing pale collarbones and smooth chest beneath? He swallows hard, lips parting in quiet awe. Fuck, this is really happening, he thinks to himself.

"You sure, kitty? Wanna keep going?" you ask again, reassuringly, palm laid flat on his chest. Jungwon feels the warmth of your palm through his half-unbuttoned shirt, your hand resting right over his heartbeat, which is pounding like a drum.

That gentle-but-firm voice sends shivers down his spine. And with you looking down at him, legs on either side of his hips, hair falling around your face, eyes searching his for an answer.

He doesn’t even have to think.

A slow nod first. Then, because he’s learning to use words, just like you said.

"…Yes, god yes, I want to keep going, y/n, " he breathes out, quiet but certain, no hesitation this time.

"Good kitty," you hum, satisfied with his answer, unbuttoning the shirt the entire way before sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms, discarded on the floor beside you. You'd known he was fit, but this you hadn't expected.

His form is lithe but toned, clearly crafted abs visible on his stomach, lithe muscles flexing under your touch as your eyes roam his body.

And for a second… silence.

He feels exposed. Not just because he’s half-naked, but because your eyes are everywhere, scanning him with quiet awe. Like you’re seeing something rare.

His chest rises and falls quickly, not from exertion, but from nerves. He’s never had someone look at him like this before: not judging, not teasing… just admiring.

The abs? Lean but defined, from years of basketball practice and early morning runs to keep stress levels down. And when your fingers brush over them, his stomach tenses instinctively. A soft shiver runs through him.

Jungwon holds his breath as your fingers trace the lines of his abs, warm, delicate touches that make every muscle in his body tense and flex on their own. A tiny sound escapes him, almost a whimper, and he quickly bites it back, embarrassed.

"So pretty, baby," you whisper in awe, pressing kisses to his jaw, slowly trailing down. Jungwon’s breath hitches as your lips meet his jaw, soft, slow kisses trailing downward.

Each press of your mouth sends electric pulses through him. His eyes flutter shut. He's never been called pretty before. Not in a romantic way. It makes his chest ache.

And when the kisses drift lower, past his jaw, down the side of his neck, he tilts his head slightly to give you better access without even realizing it.

A quiet sigh slips out as he leans into you, hands hovering nervously near your waist again. "You can touch me, kitty; go on," you urge, tongue flicking out to lick at his skin, teeth grazing just enough for him to feel it but not to bruise.

The second your tongue flicks against his skin, warm, teasing, followed by the soft graze of teeth, Jungwon shudders.

It’s not painful. Not even close. But the sensation? The contrast of wet warmth and gentle pressure? It shoots straight down his spine. And when you whisper "go on," giving him permission to touch, he finally does.

Tentatively at first, one hand slides up your side, fingers brushing over fabric as he feels the curve of your body beneath. Then, bolder now, he cups one side of your face, turning it toward him, and kisses you.

"You really like kissing me, don't you?" you ask, slightly amused as your fingers rub over his nipple tentatively, watching your face closely for reactions.

Jungwon breaks the kiss with a tiny, breathless noise, very surprised by the sudden touch on his nipple. The second your fingers brush over it, light, teasing circles, the sensation shoots through him like lightning.

He’s extremely sensitive there. And he definitely likes kissing you. A lot. More than anything right now. "C-can't help it," he mumbles, his back arching slightly into your hand without meaning to, and a quiet, flustered "Mm…" escapes him before he can stop it.

"So responsive…" You hum in satisfaction at his reactions, going back to pressing kisses down his body, fingers working deftly on his nipples, rubbing and pinching gently. He's reacting exactly like you'd expected him to, and that fuels the fire of need burning in your stomach, the need to wring out more sounds.

Jungwon is a wreck under you. Each kiss you press down on his neck, chest, and collarbone sends shivers through him. And your fingers?

God, your fingers. Rubbing, pinching, just enough pressure to make his breath hitch and his hips twitch slightly beneath you. He’s not used to someone touching him with such intent, like they’re studying every reaction he makes.

He's extremely responsive, and it makes your head spin. Every brush of your thumb on his nipple draws a tiny gasp or shudder from him; a quiet whimper slips out when you pinch just right. His abs flex involuntarily, his breathing uneven.

You feel the bulge growing under you, pressing against your core, twitching with every kiss, hips bucking up into your with every tug to his bud.

"Needy already, baby?"

Jungwon is mortified, and yet, completely unable to control it.

The bulge in his pants? Very obvious. Pressing right against you as he unconsciously grinds up, just slightly, with every kiss, every pinch. Each tug on his nipple sends a pulse straight down… and yeah. He’s hard. Painfully so.

He wants to hide it, but how? You’re sitting on him like this, close contact making everything ten times better worse.

And when you tease him with that low voice dripping with amusement, he can't help but whine. A tiny, pathetic sound of pure frustration and want.

"How do you think our classmates would react if they saw you like this, huh? Their strict President, so needy from a few kisses," you drawl, tongue flicking against the bud, and your hands move down to his stomach.

You feel Jungwon’s entire body tense at your words, and you grin with satisfaction. Your words had exactly the effect you'd anticipated.

He's supposed to be strict, but here he is, panting, flushed, hard, squirming under you like a desperate kitten after just a few kisses and gentle touches.

A soft whimper escapes as you trail lower with your fingers, muscles twitching under your touch.

"They'll never get to see it, though, will they? Because it's all for me. Only for me," you mutter possessively, sucking a mark onto his stomach.

The moment your lips seal over his stomach-sucking, marking-Jungwon gasps, back arching off the bed.

It’s not pain. It’s claiming. And something about the way you say "only for me" makes his heart clench, a possessive thrill shooting through him. He hadn't expected this, not from you but the way you say it- like you're so sure of what you'd done to him- he can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants.

Yes. This is only for you. No one else gets to see this side of him, the flustered, breathless boy with kiss-swollen lips and a blush that won’t fade. Just you.

Your teeth graze slightly as you suck another mark higher on his abs, and he grips your hips suddenly, fingers tightening like an anchor in a storm. No words come out, just shaky breaths and quiet whimpers.

"Say it, kitty. Use your words," you remind him, hand trailing lower and lower, close to rubbing the bulge straining against his zipper.

Jungwon’s breath hitches as your hand hovers, so close to where he needs it, but not quite touching yet. His hips twitch upward on their own, chasing the warmth of your palm.

He swallows hard. His throat is dry. But you're watching him expectantly, waiting for him to be good. So with trembling lips and cheeks burning hotter than ever, he whispers, "…O-Only for you, y-y/n," his voice shaky, quiet, but clear.

"Good kitty," you praise gently, hand finally drifting down where he wants it, rubbing over the fabric slowly. The second your hand presses down on the hard bulge in his pants, Jungwon chokes on air. A sharp gasp. A full-body shudder.

It’s not even skin-to-skin yet, just fabric and pressure, but it feels unreal. Like he might actually pass out. His hips jerk instinctively into your touch, chasing more friction like a reflex. His hands fly to grip the sheets beside him, knuckles turning white from how tight he's holding on.

And when you call him "good kitty" again with that sweet tone? He whimpers, a soft, helpless sound, and tilts his head back against the pillow.

"You sound so pretty, baby. All for me…" Your hands finally dip below the waistband of his pants. The click of the button. The slow drag of fabric down his hips, fabric pooling at his ankles. You hear Jungwon’s breath hitch the moment your fingers slip under his waistband.

And you’re looking at him. Actually looking with something warm. Something hungry. His face is burning, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but he doesn’t cover himself. Doesn't flinch away.

Just lies there, vulnerable and trembling slightly, waiting for what you’ll do next. You coo at his state, his wide eyes staring up at you expectantly. You rub over his cock through his boxers for a few moments, drinking in his mess of soft, breathy sounds, whimpers, and tiny whines slipping out with every slow rub over his clothed length, as you lay a few more marks along his stomach. He shudders, hips bucking slightly into your touch like he can’t help it. Like his body is begging for more friction without permission.

His hands fidget- one clutching the pillow beside him, the other hovering near your shoulder- wanting to touch you back but too overwhelmed to move properly. The combination of teasing touches and those possessive marks is absolutely destroying him.

"What do you want, kitty? Ask for it, and I'll give it to you." Your voice cuts through the haze, a seductive purr in his ear.

Jungwon’s eyes snap to yours. The question hangs in the air like a dare.

He wants. Oh God, does he want. But asking? Out loud? His lips part, then close. A shaky breath escapes him as he struggles to form words that aren’t just whimpers or sighs.

Then, finally, so quietly it's barely more than a whisper, "…I want… you to touch me…Please."

"Touch you where, baby? Be specific," you ask with a lopsided grin, watching him struggle to form words, skin flushed crimson with embarrassment.

He can't believe you're making him say it. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he stares at the ceiling like it holds all life's answers.

Then… with a tiny tremor in his voice, "…My cock," he whispers, so quiet it’s almost inaudible. "W-Want you to touch m-my cock, please," The word feels foreign on his tongue, embarrassing and thrilling at once.

But he said it. For you.

"Good boy," you praise with a grin, pressing a kiss to his lips as your hands snake under his boxers, finally touching his length. The second your fingers make contact, skin on skin, warm and firm, wrapping around him, the world stops. Jungwon gasps into the kiss, his whole body jerking at the sudden sensation.

His hips lift off instinctively, chasing your hand, but he freezes after a second, terrified of being too greedy or moving too fast. The kiss breaks as he pants against your lips, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Every nerve is alive with sensation; your touch feels incredible. Jungwon whines, high, soft, and utterly helpless, as your fingers circle the sensitive head of his cock.

That spot? So sensitive. And you’re teasing it with light circles and gentle swipes, like you know exactly how to ruin him. Meanwhile, your lips are everywhere, kissing his jawline, the corner of his mouth, down to that sweet spot on his neck that makes him shiver. His hands finally move, not fidgeting anymore, but sliding up into your hair gently as he tilts toward every press of your lips.

The entire time, you mutter sweet praises onto his skin, trying to engrave your mark onto him, your sweet little kitty. You chuckle as he bucks his hips up into your hands, whining growing louder, big, glossy eyes full of desperate need staring right into yours, kiss-swollen lips pouted right at you.

"Use your words, Wonnie."

The nickname makes his heart stutter. And the way you're looking at him- the command in your voice mixed with that soft chuckle- sends a thrill through him. He wants to say something. Wants to beg properly, but words are hard when all he can feel is your hand on his cock and your mouth everywhere else.

So after a shaky breath, he whispers, his voice trembling, "P-Please… touch me more."

"Of course, baby…" You grin before gathering the pre-cum pooling on his stomach. God, he's leaking so much it makes you feel satisfied that you're the reason he's like this. You gather it onto your fingers, spreading it, making everything glide more smoothly. Then your hand wraps around him. Fully.

Skin on skin. Warmth everywhere. And you start moving.

Slow at first, a gentle stroke from base to tip, then back down, firm but not rough. Just right. A soft moan slips out before he can stop it: "Mmh…"

His hips lift again on instinct, chasing the friction like an addict already hooked after one taste. His head falls back against the pillow with a quiet thud as his eyes flutter shut in pure bliss. "Look so pretty like this… so fucked out already," you purr, squeezing his length at the base, making Jungwon whimper at the touch.

The pressure is perfect. Not too tight, not too loose. Just enough to make him squirm and feel every nerve lighting up. And your voice, oh god is it driving him crazy. That low purr calling him "pretty" while he's lying here half-ruined by just a few strokes? It makes his chest ache in the sweetest way.

His lips part again, but no words come out, just shaky breaths and tiny moans as you continue moving your hand.

"So stern in class just to fall apart under me," you drawl, watching as Jungwon's eyes fly open, whining at the words. "Just need someone to take care of you, right, kitty?" you whisper lowly, pressing against the sensitive spot just below his ear as Jungwon shudders.

Your words echo in his mind: "Just need someone to take care of you."

And God… it’s true.

He spends every day being strong. Responsible. The one everyone depends on. But right now? All he wants is this. To be held. Touched gently. Kissed where no one else ever has.

To be cared for, without having to earn it, without yelling or proving himself first. So when you kiss that spot again and squeeze him just slightly in your hand?

A quiet tear escapes.

"Awww, don't cry, kitty. I'm right here. God, you look even better than I could ever imagine." you coo, lips curving into a gentle smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The implication that you've thought of this before sends a spark of pleasure down his spine, his head spinning. You speed up your hand; the strokes are faster now, but still so careful with that sensitive head. He gasps, his back arching slightly off the bed.

Jungwon sniffles quietly, turning his face into your kiss on the cheek. He didn’t mean to cry. It’s not sadness. It’s too much. Too much kindness, too much warmth, too much you, all focused on him like he matters.

His breath comes in short, little pants. Every nerve is alight, pushing him toward something overwhelming. You feel him twitch in your hands, and you know he's close. "Ask before you come, or you don't get to kitty," you whisper against his skin, your tone laced with authority as he twitches in your palm.

Jungwon whimpers, high and desperate, as his body coils tighter with every stroke, nearing the edge. But your whisper? That firm, authoritative tone? It stops him cold.

He’s so close. So, so close, but you’re not letting him fall unless he asks first. And right now? His mind is fuzzy. All thoughts are gone except: I need to come. I need permission.

So, through clenched teeth and trembling lips, "P-Please…Can I… c-come?" he asks, his voice small. Begging.

"So sweet when you beg, kitty," you coo, finger digging into his slit lightly, making Jungwon whine, the small pressure sending a sharp thrill through him.

The praise makes his chest swell with something warm and fuzzy, even as his body is wound tight with need. He’s never begged before. It’s embarrassing… but also so good. Like he did something right just by asking nicely.

Your hand keeps moving, steady strokes on his cock, thumb occasionally brushing that ultra-sensitive tip.

Jungwon’s breath comes in shallow, frantic bursts, every nerve ending on fire. The rhythm of your hand is perfect. Just right, building the tension coil by coil. Your soft praise makes his head spin in the best way possible, sending a rush of pleasure down his spine.

His hips twitch helplessly with each stroke, not trying to rush you, just reacting. Every muscle in his stomach tightens. He’s close. So close he can feel it, the pressure behind his eyes, the heat pooling low.

But he waits for your permission 'cause he's a good kitty. Your eyes are trained on his every reaction, the way he moans softly with every stroke, how his hips buck up involuntarily, chasing the pleasure.

"Go on, kitty, you can come for me," you grant him permission, watching him break at the words. A choked gasp. A full-body shudder as it hits him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through his entire body.

His back arches off the bed. His fingers clutch at the sheets like they’re lifelines. Every muscle locks, then releases in a pulsing rhythm.

It’s intense because this is his first time, and it's with you, who called him sweet and pretty and kissed every part of him so tenderly. You stroke him through the throes of his orgasm, watching him twitch and release over your hand.

Jungwon trembles through every pulse, each one sending a ripple of sensation up his spine. His body is so sensitive now, overstimulated in the best way. Every gentle stroke you give him makes him flinch and whimper, his hips jerking weakly as he spills into your hand.

He can't even look at you, too dazed, too gone. His cheeks are wet with tears that slipped out without permission. His breathing is ragged and uneven.

And yet, despite the intensity of it all, there’s no regret. No embarrassment beyond the usual shyness, as he slowly comes down from that high. You bring your cum-covered hand up to your mouth and lick it clean, humming at the taste of his release on your tongue.

Jungwon’s eyes snap open the moment he sees what you’re doing.

You’re...licking your hand. Cleaning him off. Tasting him. And that soft hum, that little pleased sound on your tongue, sends a fresh wave of shock through his still-senseless body.

For a second, he just stares at you, wide-eyed and speechless… face burning hotter than ever before, if that's even biologically possible now.

"Taste so sweet too. My sweet little kitty. Did so well for me, baby." You shower him with praise, pressing a kiss onto his lips. Jungwon melts the second your lips meet his. The kiss is gentle. Not hungry or demanding, but loving. Affectionate.

Each praise that leaves your lips wraps around his heart like a warm blanket. He’s still dazed from coming, body lax and boneless against the bed, but now he feels cherished. Loved in a way that makes his eyes sting again. So when you pull back slightly after kissing him?

He immediately leans up to chase it, pressing another shy kiss onto your lips.

"Up for more kitty?" you ask with a grin, fingers clipping off your skirt as he nods enthusiastically.

He leans towards you, and suddenly your lips are met with his. You knew Jungwon wasn’t always the best at telling you exactly what he wanted, so you allowed him as much time as he wished for. He pulled away, dropped his head back onto the bed, and brown eyes met yours. He impatiently nodded. 

“Use your words, baby,” You responded. 

He whined. “Fuck,” his hands went to cover the lower half of his face, “Please touch me, Noona,” he finally let out, the words coming out mumbled under his fingers. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Jungwon’s cuteness. No matter how many times you do this kind of stuff together, he is just as shy as the first time. Those three words were the only thing you needed to hear. You understood what he wanted, and that he wanted it bad. Jungwon begins to grow nervous under your prolonged gaze. His body squirms and your hands move to entwine in his. “Okay, okay,” you started, “I’ll help you.”

Your mouth moves further down, lips pressing against Jungwon’s abdomen. You can feel it rise up and down with every desperate breath. You untangle your hands with his and go to pull down his pants and boxers at the same time. His breath hitches– the cool air hitting his sensitive body. 

His cock is exposed against his bare skin, and you grab the base. “Like this, Wonnie?” You tease. His hips twitch, and he thrusts up into your hand. 

Jungwon whines again, “Please use.. your mouth,” he mutters. Too embarrassed to look in your direction, he turned his head to the side. Still holding his cock by the base, you engulf the tip in your mouth. “Noona, please,” Jungwon moans out. 

You hum against his cock and quickly pull off. “Watch, Jungwon,” You ordered. His head turns to face you. Glossy eyes admire the sight in front of him. Your head lowers again, and you take him deeper into your mouth. Your hand strokes the bottom of his cock, while your mouth works towards the top. 

Jungwon’s hands move onto your head, hands raveling into your hair. You move your mouth up and down, as his hips continue to thrust upwards. 

“Oh my God,” Jungwon cries out. You could tell his end was near. After all your prior teasing, you knew he wouldn’t last long. “Noona, get off,” he starts, “I’m about to–” And before he could finish his sentence, hot ropes of cum shot into your mouth. You continue to guide Jungwon through his orgasm, as his hands softly tug on your hair. His hips drop down to the bed as he lets out a heavy breath. You remove your mouth, swallowing whatever landed on your tongue.

Your body moves forward, catching Jungwon’s lips in a kiss once again. His hands move towards the back of your neck. His chest rises up and down as he calms down from the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

His lips finally pull away from yours and he looks into your eyes. “Please let me pleasure you now, Noona.”

"did you have fun being a slut, hmm?" the hard strike of your hand against sunghoon's ass cheek echos around the room, your stare stern as you talk to sunghoon.

"mommy, i wasn't being a slut!" sunghoon whines back at you, he's positioned over your lap, cute round cheeks facing up towards you.

"oh so you just flirt with other people for fun? that's what i've taught you to do?" you bark out back at him, slapping his bottom again, eliciting a whimper from sunghoon. a pretty shade of crimson blossoming on his pale skin from the contact.

your hand gently massages him slightly before another spank meets his ass. his tip continuously leaking out precum all over your lap.

"do you want those ladies to see you spread out like this too?" your hands spread his ass cheeks, as you lean down to spit on his hole which flutters at the sensation. your finger reaching down to prod at his hole slightly, smearing your spit all over his tight entrance.

"n-no only want mommy.." a small smirk makes it's way on your face, your free hand reaching to pull at his soft hair harshly, leaning his head to the side slightly so you can see his face, his red cheeks tear stained.

"mhm, that's right, sweetie. and who does your pretty little cock belong to?" you purr in his ear, the tone of your voice sickeningly sweet, almost condescending. your finger finally pushing into his tight entrance as you wait for his response.

sunghoon doesn't answer you, his brain going blank from the feeling of your finger streching him out slowly, your finger still gentle despite him being punished.

you release the hold on his hair abruptly, his head falling forward onto the mattress, as you give him another harsh spank for his lack of response.

"mommy! b-belongs to mommy!" sunghoon rushes out as more tears cascade down his cheeks, the pleasurable sting on his ass causing sunghoon to cry out loudly.

you nod down at him, the smirk on your face not faltering at the sounds sunghoon lets out. your free hand travels all across his body as the other continues to explore his hole. your thumb and pointer finger catch sunghoon's nipple between them as you pinch the nub, more beautiful sounds leaves sunghoon.

another finger made it's way into sunghoon's entrance, slowly easing into the tight warmth, his hole stretching to accommodate your long slender digits as they reach deeper to find his prostate. in less than a minute, sunghoon let out a small whine as his hips subconsciously push up against your fingers, evident that you have found his sweet spot. you smile down at the cute ministration, allowing him to do as he pleases, your fingers only merely massaging up against his prostate slightly to encourage sunghoon further.

sunghoon lets out another sweet whine at your now lack of movement, his glassy teary eyes look back up at you as he bats his lashes at you as one of his hands reach behind him to get hold of your wrist, attempting to get you to thrust your fingers into him once again.

“mommy, please?” sunghoon’s sweet voice purrs out once again.

“go on, fuck yourself on my fingers, slut.”

a small complaining huff left sunghoon as his hand on your wrist remained, moving your hand back as his hips moved. the movement from his hips and your fingers prodding deeper into his hole, continuously stimulating his prostate. more tears spilt down his flushed cheeks as his pace increased, feeling the knot in his abdomen tightening. you take notice of his full cock hanging heavily between his legs, precum dribbling down onto your lap before your gentle fingers take hold of it.

“are you going to cum soon, baby?” your sweet honeyed voice reached his ears, a spark contrast to your harsh tones earlier, edging him closer to his orgasm.

sunghoon responds with a soft, “yes, mommy.”

your hand strokes his long member in pace with his fast thrusts, his sticky cum coating your fingers, making the slide even more pleasurable for him. your pointer finger toying with his slit, swiping away his precum only for more to drip down onto your lap.

with your hand working on his cock, alongside your fingers which continuously abused his prostate, sunghoon’s orgasm was approaching quickly. you noticed the tell tale signs, with sunghoon’s heavy breathing, his mouth hung open as he whimpered and whined, and how his cock twitched often.

“i’m going to cum!” sunghoon rushed out to warn you.

you tutted at his words, “is that how you ask?”

another drawn out whine came from sunghoon, “please mommy, can i cum please?”

a grin graced your features as you hear the evident desperation in his tone. “hm, sluts don’t get to cum,” your hand sped up it’s motion on his aching member.

a pained cry left sunghoon as he held back the urge to release all over your hand. “no, no, please mommy! i can’t. i can’t-“ he cut himself off with a whimper. your smile widened as you saw big full tears cascade down sunghoon’s red cheeks as he tried his best to obey you.

“yes, you can.” your tone gentle in comparison to your actions.

sunghoon quickly shook his head, “no! can’t, please mommy, please!”

“hold it, slut.” you told sunghoon, sternly.

sunghoon’s breathes in and catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he tries his best to be a good boy for you, not wanting to push you more. his hips slowing their movement as he tries his best to lessen his urge to cum.

just as he thought he had controlled himself, unexpectedly you thrust your hand into him, adding in another finger to hit right into his sweet spot again. his hole was feeling the fullness and a hearty moan was ripped right out of him and he lost the control he had just gained.

"no, no, no!" sunghoon cried out as he spurted out his cum all over your fingers that were working on his cock, your hand stroked him all through his orgasm.

you pulled out your fingers gently, watching as his hole fluttered slightly at the loss of being full before letting go of his now limp cock too.

immediately, sunghoon shakily turned around and properly planted himself on your lap, his arms reaching out for you. you quickly opened your arms to catch his embrace as he let out small cries, his head hiding in the crook of your neck, you quickly shush his cries gently as your hands ran over the expense of his back.

"i'm sorry, mommy! please punish me."

sunghoon was always a big crier in bed but this was unexpected, you pulled him away softly from where he was latched onto you tightly and immediately took notice of his slightly clouded gaze. oh, your poor boy was in subspace.

your fingers brushed the hair out of his face, "shh it's okay, baby, mommy isn't going to punish you."

he quickly shook his head at your response, "no! i want you to punish me, please? i was a bad boy, mommy."

you let out a sigh because, how could you say punish him now with how cute he was? with one last look at sunghoon to make sure he was sure of it, you guided him to lie down.

sunghoon's member, though sensitive from his previous orgasm, still red and erect, rested heavily against his abdomen, looking for attention once again at the thought of a punishment. a hard strike from your hand came in contact with his aching cock which bobbed at the impact, eliciting a moan from sunghoon.

"are you such a dumb fucking slut, huh? you can't control yourself," another slap to his member. your hand reached to fondle with his heavy balls. sunghoon's little whimper sent a wave of arousal straight down to your already wet core.

you quickly pull off your now soaked panties, sunghoon's eyes trained on your movements, pupils dilating as he takes in your wetness causing his dick to twitch.

"you're such a pathetic slut, i don't even know if you deserve mommy's pussy," at that, a whine was rushed out of sunghoon as he fumbled over his words, but he was too deep into subspace to form proper sentences.

"aww, mommy's dumb little slut can't speak either," you move to straddle sunghoon, taking hold of his erection you run it over your pussy, the head catching slightly into your hole before sliding it up back to toy with your clit, mixing both your juices together.

getting too impatient yourself, your tight pussy finally sinks down onto his cock. the prominent veins rubbing up against your sticky walls. you head falls back slightly, as you both let out moans as you start bouncing on him.

sunghoon was so big and filled up your tight hole so well, your hands balanced themselves perfectly on his toned chest as you quicken your pace.

sunghoon's head lolled back as your warm walls enveloped every inch of his member, his pretty eyes fluttering close every so often as all he could do was let out pitiful moans.

you reached for his hand, resting it on the prominent bulge on your stomach as you moved on him, the sight was driving him closer to his release, however, as he was still so lost in ecstasy he could only mumble out a small plea.

"cum whenever you want, slut," immediately after, you could feel his warm cum filling up every inch of your insides until it was spilling out of your pussy, riding him through his orgasm. however, your movements never halted.

sunghoon let out another cry as you continued to move on spent out member.

"m-mommy hurts," sunghoon whimpered.

"good."

your pace only sped up from there as he cried out to you, his hand reaching for yours to interlock with. your own release was fast approaching as sunghoon's tears only fueled it further.

your pussy clenched around sunghoon's cock tightly as you let out a moan, you finally reached your high, cum spilling out of you and coating his thick cock, unexpectedly a heavy gush of liquid spurted out of your hole too. both you and sunghoon were surprised when you squirted all over sunghoon.

how beautiful you looked and the way you squirted was too much for sunghoon, he came for a third time, your pussy milking him dry as he shot his seed deep into you. sunghoon cried out from the sensitivity of his cock, his hand reaching up for you to stop.

understanding what he needs, you pulled off of him gently. as you were getting up to reach for a towel beside your bed to clean him and the mess between your legs up, you could hear a small whimper from him.

"shh, it's okay, baby. i'll be right back,"

it wasn't often that sunghoon got into subspace but when he did it was the absolute cutest thing ever, but you had to be careful he didn't go through subdrop.

as you got the towel, you came back to the bed to see sunghoon's wide eyes searching for yours, waiting for you to come back. quickly, you cleaned the both of you up before getting into bed with him, sunghoon immediately cuddling up into you.

your hands stroked his sweaty hair back gently before placing a kiss on his forehead (and another on his lips, to his demand).

as his eyes drooped about to fall asleep, he whispered out, "i i love you, mommy."

©spideyriki 🍉

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?"

✧ ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ✧ ੈ ✧

"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"