#sub enjin

“Enjin… that was quick…” you chastised, shaking your head. 

“Y’knew what you were doing, and I couldn’t help myself,” he smirked, unapologetically.  

“But I never said you could cum.”

Oh. You weren’t joking about that. He only realized that now.

You reached over him, pulling out a box from the drawer from the bedside table. “Maybe it’s time to teach you a lesson? Always letting that smart mouth of yours run wild.” 

“...Hah?” His eyes followed your hands as you opened the box, a clear chastity cage with a black ring. Enjin lifted himself up when he realized exactly what it was. “That’s… going on me?”

Where you got it from, he didn’t know. But he couldn’t deny the temptation he felt when he realized you were serious.

“Yes.” Through his soiled boxers, you grabbed his half hard cock and squeezed, drawing a low groan from the blond as he fell back on the bed, his tattooed torso tensing. “It should fit, considering how small your dick is…”

An embarrassed blush erupted on his cheeks once more, and his dick strained against your grip. Your fingers hooked the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down until his mess of a dick revealed itself. His blond pubes were coated with cum, and you wondered how such a small cock could still produce this much. 

Since he was already hard, you knew it’d be a bit difficult, but you had no issues stuffing his hard-on into the cage if this was his punishment for neglecting your rules. After all, you were excited to see how pretty he looked, as a  sheen layer of sweat glistened on his skin, letting his intricate tattoos shine in the dim lighting of the bedroom.

Golden irises watched your every move intently, your hands smearing his cum around his balls briefly before pushing them through the black ring, Enjin desperately trying not to moan by biting his lips. Somehow, getting punished by you never felt like a bad thing…

But you knew he was into how commanding you were, his member already leaking as you shoved it inside the clear cage before locking it with a key. His lips were swollen from making out, and it wasn’t helping that he was biting down so hard he might draw blood. You climbed up across his body and leaned into a kiss, and he accepted you behind his lips with no hesitation.

The kiss was sloppy—which was nothing new—your tongue exploring every corner of his mouth as he followed you up into a sitting position, the cage around his dick letting its presence be known. He groaned in disappointment when you broke away, a string of saliva breaking between the two of you. 

You shook the cage gently, relishing in the quiet nngh’s he made when he winced. “Does it hurt?” 

He shook his head.

“Good.”

But you weren’t done there. “If you come before I tell you to, expect this to never end.”

It wasn’t long before his wrists were tied with a dark red ribbon, hands above his head, and Enjin now pushed up against the headboard with his dick caged and puckering ass on full display just for you. Golden locks of hair were stuck to his forehead, looking at you with desperate eyes as you lubed up the dildo that was triple the size of his cock.

“Don’t you wish your dick was this big, pretty? Or would you rather be filled with one instead?” 

He scoffed, but you didn’t give him enough time to answer, giving him another sweet kiss right before you teased his entrance with the dildo, slowly pushing the massive thing to split open his wanting hole, despite being unprepped as he was. 

“A-aah~!” Breaking the kiss first, his head fell back and his hands struggled against the binds, but you held him place.

“Ah, ah, ah. Break the restraints and you’ll regret it.” 

He locked eyes with you again, your free hand caressing his cheek as you leisurely pumped the dildo in and out, and the poor blond couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Hah.. fuck, [name], you’re so…nngh...” Enjin whimpered. 

“So what, Enjin?”

Heat gathered at your core from the sight of him so desperate for more—he could be so obedient when he wanted. You kept your pace agonizingly slow, Enjin’s body twitching at every drag of the dildo against his slick insides, back arching each time the dildo threatened to leave him empty.

“I hope you’re ready to apologize now, for cumming so early,” you said slyly. “Maybe I’ll let you come if you do.”

His wracked expression changed to something that resembled hopefulness, but he nearly lost his train of thought with every stroke. “[N-name], I–mmngh~!”

The sudden vibrations made him jolt, the quiet hum the dildo shadowed by the loud squelching of his ass sucking back in the dildo. His cherry red tip leaked against the cage, dribbling down onto the dildo you pumped without mercy, golden eyes rolling back.

“What was that? Can’t you apologize for your sorry excuse of a dick cumming before you’re told?”

“Mmgh.. ahh–shit, [n-name], ‘m sorrryyyy–!”

Enjin couldn’t bare to have your soft hand caressing his cheek while you fucked him relentlessly with a vibrating dildo, looking at him so lovingly. He was adorable like this, attempting to piece together a coherent sentence as tears welled up in his eyes, desperate and aching for a release. The cage twitched above his hole, his dick pulsing with the need to come.

“Again–it won’t–happen–hahhhh–again–I–!” He was really trying. Maybe you should give it to him?

“Hmm? One more time for me, pretty.” Your words were so sweet, but your actions were so, so depraved.

“‘m sorry–!” He yelped, head falling forward, toes curling. 

“You can do better than that, can’t you, Enjin?”

He nodded desperately, eyelashes heavy and wet with tears, but he could barely focus. No cumming, but the heat at his core was ready to combust. Like a mantra, he repeated to himself, “no, no, no,” and every time he tried to apologize all that came out were broken moans. If you’d just let up on your ministrations juuust a bit, maybe, just maybe he could come out and say what you wanted to hear. “I have alllll day, pretty boy. You and your small weeping cock are all mine.” But if you keep going, he might just come and he won’t be sorry at all.

“so…” you started, looking right at him. “we need to talk about this before anything happens.”

his brow arched. “about what exactly?”

“about who’s on top and who’s on bottom.” you leaned back in the chair, savoring the twitch in his jaw.

enjin took a slow breath, like he was trying to stay calm. “i’m older, stronger. i think it’s obvious.”

“obvious what?” you cut in, grinning wickedly.

“that if someone… takes the lead, it should be me.”

you laughed, low and teasing. “that’s cute. you talk like i haven’t seen the way you drop your head every time i give you an order. like i haven’t noticed your pulse speeding up when i grab your wrist.”

his cheeks flushed immediately. “that doesn’t mean anything.”

“it means everything.” you stood slowly, walking toward him until you were right in front of his stiff body. “look at the way you’re looking at me. we haven’t even fucked and i already know who’s going to spread their legs.”

his breathing hitched, but he didn’t move when you leaned closer.

“i don’t…” he muttered, looking away.

you grabbed his chin with two fingers, forcing him to meet your eyes. “don’t what? don’t want me to touch you? don’t want me to make you moan until you can’t think straight?”

a shaky gasp fell from his lips. “i want to… but…”

“but nothing.” your hand slid down his throat, pressing gently until it rested on his thigh. “you want it, and that’s enough. the only thing left is for you to admit what you already know.”

“what do i know?” his voice came out barely a whisper.

“that you’re mine. that you’re the one who’s gonna moan, who’s gonna arch, who’s gonna beg me not to stop.” your finger traced slowly down his thigh, pressing right against the base of his growing cock.

“ahh…” enjin let out a strangled sound, trying to move his legs away, but your hand pinned him in place.

“you’re hard, enjin.” the words hit like a slap. “hard just because i told you the truth.”

“shut up…” he muttered, fists clenched.

“then shut me up.” you challenged, leaning in so close your lips almost brushed his. “throw me on the bed and fuck me if you really think you’re the one in charge.”

the silence between you turned heavy, electric. his eyes burned, but his hands didn’t move. no attempt to take control. just a tremble in his fingers, the tiniest push of his hips into your palm.

you smiled, cruel and sweet all at once. “that’s what i thought.”

“it’s not… that simple.”

“it’s exactly that simple. want me to prove it?”

you didn’t wait for an answer. your hand slid up into his lap, grabbing his cock through the fabric. the moan that tore from his throat was low, desperate.

“mmm, so big… already leaking. and you still insist you’ll be the one in control?”

“please…” he barely whispered, eyes shining with shame and need.

“what do you want, enjin? say it.” you squeezed harder, dragging another gasp out of him.

“i want… i want you to…”

“to what?” your voice dropped into venomous sweetness.

“to… fuck me.”

the confession fell broken, humiliating, perfect. you laughed softly, smacking his crotch lightly with your palm.

“much better.” you stepped back half a pace, watching him breathe hard, cheeks flushed, pride shattered. “now you know: there was nothing to argue. you were always the one on bottom.”

enjin closed his eyes, chest rising and falling fast, as if accepting the words broke him completely.

✦˖ sub enjin

enjin, despite his calm personality and that untouchable leader facade, is the kind who turns quiet, obedient, devoted in bed. he doesn’t beg with words, but his body does it for him.

he loves being controlled by your voice. a single “look at me” and he’s obeying, eyes locked on yours even while you’re on top of him and he’s biting his tongue to keep from moaning too soon.

it turns him on when you grab him by the back of his neck or his wrists, pinning him against the wall or down on the bed, feeling like all that trained strength is useless against you.

marking him is another weakness. hickeys on his neck, bites on his chest, nails down his back. enjin pretends to be annoyed afterwards, but you know every mark he hides under his clothes only makes him hotter.

face-to-face sex ruins him. watching you ride him, hearing you tell him how good he’s being, calling him a “good boy” when he obeys without thinking… it makes him come fast, even with the bare minimum contact.

in private, he can be completely yours, but what destroys him the most is the risk. your hand on his thigh under the table, your breath in his ear in an empty hallway, and he’s already imagining what you’d do if no one else was around.

✦˖ sub follo tunito

follo is pure enthusiasm and devotion. you can tell he wants to please you even outside the bedroom, so when it comes to sex, submission comes naturally to him.

he melts if you call him a “pretty boy” while touching him. literally blushes, his voice drops to a whisper, and he leans in closer, like he can’t get enough of you.

he’s a constant touch seeker — tugging at your sleeve, leaning against your leg, following you around the room. if you order him to kneel and stay still, he’ll obey… but his legs will tremble the whole time.

when he’s between your thighs, he moans and looks up at you with glassy eyes, swallowing every order you give. tell him “don’t come” and he’ll try so hard to hold it… until he can’t anymore and starts begging.

overstimulation is your weapon with him. after he comes, just a few more strokes and he’s whining, tears pricking his eyes, thanking you for not stopping.

sex with clothes still on drives him insane — your hand under his shirt, your hips grinding into his while his pants are still on. the friction alone can have him coming in minutes, head buried against you.

✦˖ sub gris rubion

gris is a proud sub — not because he doesn’t want to give in, but because he needs to be certain you’re someone he can trust completely. once you earn that, he’ll give himself to you without holding back.

he loves controlled restraint. pinning his wrists above his head, holding his jaw so he has to look at you, pressing him against a wall — it makes his breath hitch every time.

he can keep his composure for a while, staying silent while you touch him, but eventually his body betrays him — hips moving on their own, eyes half-lidded, jaw slack.

edging destroys him in the best way. you can keep him at the brink over and over, and when you finally let him come, he clings to you like he’s afraid you’ll let go too soon.

whispering calmly in his ear while you fuck him is a sure way to break him. slow, deep thrusts and a low “you’re mine” will have him trembling, even before he’s close.