#sub sunoo

“Bye, Sun,” you pull away from his warm embrace as he looks at you with his soft eyes, tinted with an expression you couldn’t place your finger on.

Then months passed.

It was all about boundaries but you found it odd how he’d fuck you on his couch but never his room. How he’d mostly stay over at yours. Make love there, touch you there.

Honestly, you liked how sweet he was in bed. Soft boys were your type. He always asked questions to make sure you felt good when he was on top fucking you deep. But there was always something hidden in his gaze afterwards, though you never asked him about it.

Like a question he was always hesitant to ask.

Then you started questioning yourself. 

Did I do something wrong? 

Is he not satisfied with our sex life? 

Is he uncomfortable with me or something? I’ve never even seen his bedroom and we’ve been dating for months..

God.

Then one night after he was passed out on his couch, you slowly untangled yourself from his arms as you slipped out his embrace from the couch. You made your way towards his room. 

The hallway was short, but each step felt like a monumental breach of trust. You felt horrible for betraying his trust but genuinely, it’s just a room right?

I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.

You then softly opened the door. Blinked once. Twice. 

It was completely normal.

It was just so…Sunoo? A large, neatly made bed with a soft-looking grey duvet dominated the space. The walls were painted a warm, calming beige. A few framed prints of landscapes, then posters of his favourite bands. No half-naked girls, nothing of that sort actually.

You actually enjoyed being in his room, stepping further inside as the smell of warm vanilla hit your nose. His desk in the corner was tidy, a laptop closed, a stack of books on the corner, some mangas. A few plants by the window, watered and pretty. 

It looked lived in, you felt sad about why he never let you in. It was just so perfect, a makeout sesh here would honestly fix you.

You were about to turn and leave, going back to the couch and pretend this never happened, your curiosity sated and your worries morphed into a strange sort of annoyance. It was just so odd. 

But then your eyes fell on his dresser. It was a white wooden piece, and the top drawer was slightly ajar. Just a crack.

It was probably nothing. Clothes, most likely.

And that’s exactly what it was. You felt like a pervert glancing at his underwear drawer.

If he walks in now he’ll probably think I’m a creep.

With a sigh, you closed the first drawer. The second one was slightly pushed out as well, and just as you were about to bend down and close it shut, something caught your eye.

A…bullet vibrator? 

You furrowed your brows with curiosity, is this seriously all he was hiding? You couldn’t care less if he used a vibrator to jerk off. 

Then just because you were very nosy, you moved it aside to get a peak at the other objects in the darkness. 

Wow. Handcuffs. A blindfold, silk at that? 

You felt blush creep onto your cheeks with bubbling up excitement. He’s kinky, and that’s actually fucking cute rather than embarassing. You wondered if he’d ever wanna use these on you. 

Maybe you could use it on him? You shook your head at the very vivid image you had of him in your mind. Tied up and whining. 

Right as if that’d ever happen. 

You doubt he’d be into power dynamics, though it wouldn’t be too shocking with how soft Sunoo was.

You’ve been secretly fantasizing about him in crazy ways, and you felt crazy over ever thinking that way because it was just insane, maybe a bit perverted, a lot actually.

Sunoo was just so gorgeous, though he wouldn’t be into such a dynamic. You’d definitely hint at it one day, but considering how secretive he is with you, it felt hopeless.

Then just as you were about to close the last drawer, your breath hitched.

A dildo.

Except it had a harness attached to it.

A complex web of black leather straps and silver buckles. A strap-on.

You stared at it, your mind utterly blank. It was like your brain had short-circuited. All the months of confusion, of feeling like he was holding something back, and that strange, distant look in his eyes. It all clicked into place almost immediately. 

This wasn't about him being shy. This wasn't about him being unsatisfied with you. 

This was about what he wanted.

And he was too scared to ask you for it.

You bit the inside of your cheek, and scoffed in amusement. Seriously?

I’d hit that anyday, come on.

The thought alone sent a jolt straight to your core.

Just as you were about to walk back to the living room with a crazy, and exciting, discovery, you froze at the sight of your pretty boyfriend standing there with his eyes wide.

"[Name]?" he whispered, his voice cracking.

You stood up, leaning casually against his dresser, crossing your arms. The shift inside you was natural. 

The weeks of confusion and self-doubt all evaporated, replaced by a thrilling sense of control. You had his biggest secret, and it wasn't something that would make you run away, if that was his initial fear. 

Instead, it was one you wanted to devour.

"Looking for this, hm?" you asked, your voice a low hum as you hooked a thumb towards the drawer you’d just closed. 

“[N-name] I can explain..”

​​"But you already did," you said, pushing off the dresser and walking towards him. He instinctively took a step back, his breath now shorter. He was evidently nervous.

"No more couches, Sunoo. No more staying at my place. You have an idea and you’ve clearly been hiding it from me.” 

"No," he replied weakly, but you both knew it anyway.

"Don't lie now," you said, your voice now a gentle whisper, hard enough to make him shiver. 

"You've been confusing me for such a long time, making me think I was doing something wrong."

"I-I'm sorry," he whispered, his hands now clutching as his back hit the wall, his hands gripping at his oversized shirt which you found adorable. "I was just scared. I didn't know how to—"

"How to ask me to peg you?" you finished for him, your words blunt. He looked away as he swallowed, not daring to make eye contact with you.

"That’s exactly it, isn’t it? You want me to bend you over and fuck you with that?"

You gestured back towards the drawer. Then you closed the distance as you inched closer, cupping his face to make him look directly at you. Your breath stopped as you took in his face. His eyes were red-rimmed and swimming with tears, his expression a perfect, heartbreaking picture of humiliation and longing.

It made the feeling in your lower stomach worsen, in the best way possible. You never knew your boyfriend’s teary face could turn you on. The boyfriend that usually never cried in front of you, that always felt a bit secretive. 

"Tell me, Sunoo" you commanded, your hold on his cheek firm.

He stared at you, his plump lips parted, his chest heaving. The power was intoxicating. This was the question he’d been dying to ask, the one he was too terrified to voice. 

And here you were forcing it out of him, giving him permission to want it.

He folded. Of course he did.

"Please," he finally whispered out, the word ripped from his throat. "Yes. Please, yes."

"Yeah baby?" you let out a soft hum. 

He swallowed.

And then rushed movements and a heated makeout session ended with him beneath you, where he wanted to be this whole time.

-

"Take off your shirt," you ordered, your tone leaving no room for argument. You found yourself easing even more into the dominant persona at how needy Sunoo looked. It was as if this was how it should’ve been all along. Him under you.

And he was loving it.

His hands fumbled with the hem of his oversized band shirt, he pulled it over his head in no time. His pale, pretty waist was heaving, nipples already hard in the cool air. He was so pretty like this, already falling apart for you.

"Everything off," you said, slowly getting up and reaching for what he ached for the most. He felt his heartbeat fasten as the thought of finally getting fucked by you came to reality.

In no time, he was all naked. Flushed and needy. He still hadn’t eased into the idea of submitting so easily, feeling shy as this was a complete 360 from your usual sex life. 

You held back a smirk as you watched him, not daring to look back at you. The humiliation he felt was probably crazy, though it wouldn’t matter when he’d be a whining mess under you as you’d pound into him whispering sweet things in his ears.

The black leather harness and the pearlescent gray dildo looked perfect in your hands. He let out a soft whimper as he finally tilted his head just enough to look at you, his cock twitching against his stomach.

You also grabbed the small bottle of lube you’d seen tucked in the corner. Setting everything on the bed next to him as you practically put on a strip show. Slow and teasing, watching as his dick started to harden.

He tried his best to hold back a moan, eyelashes fluttered at the scene of you looking right down at him as your bra unhooked. Your tits practically spilling out, it’s nothing he hadn’t seen before, but the thrill of the situation made it seem like a whole new experience. 

“Hands and knees baby,” you simply ordered as you crawl towards the strap on the bed before putting it on, hands skilled as if you’ve done this before, you hadn’t. But neither has he.

He scrambled to obey, his movements clumsy with desperation. He turned over, his face buried in his pillow, his back arched beautifully. 

The humiliation felt painful.

You grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount onto your fingers.

You pushed one slick finger inside him. His body tensed for a moment and then relaxed, a sharp whine tearing from his throat as you sank in till the knuckle. He was so warm. You pumped your finger in and out painfully slow.

“Don’t tease me..”

“Who’s in charge right now?”

“Y-you.”

“Exactly.” you stretched out the A as you circled his rim with your middle finger. 

He took your second finger in so well. Then third. Till he was a whimpering mess just for your fingers.

“Just so desperate to be filled.. Didn’t know Kim Sunoo was such a slut for this.” you said as you scissored him till he moaned at the stretch.

“You could’ve had this all along. But you were just too shy to use your fucking words mm?”

He whimpered into the pillow at the degradation. Then you pulled out your fingers before you thrusted them in again, harder than ever. 

He cried out in response, too far gone to form coherent words. You decided he was ready. You pulled them out, he whined at the loss, his hole gaping around nothing.

“Took in my fingers so well."

You grabbed the dildo, slicking it up with lube, imitating a jerking off motion to spread it all over. He felt his eyes prick tears at the humiliation of you giving his ass a harsh slap.

“Shh, I'll give you what you want." you cooed before teasing his hole with the tip of the strap.

He whimpered as he drooled into the pillow, shifting his face to the side to take a deep breath in before your rough hand suffocated him back to the pillow. You didn’t know how far he’d be willing to go, but from earlier experiences you knew that he loved breath play oh so much.

You pushed forward all at once, just evil.

The head of the dildo shoved straight into his tight heat. He let out a muffled moan, his hands trembling as he gripped the pillow so tight.

“Fffuck,” you groaned, watching the silicone disappear into his body. It was so hot. 

You loved this.

You pulled out almost all the way, before thrusting back in, hard. He screamed, his back arching as you hit his prostate dead on. 

You set a brutal pace, fucking him deep and hard, just like you knew he'd probably been fantasizing about. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with his desperate cries and your own harsh breathing.

“Is this what you wanted? What you were actually thinking about the whole time you fucked me on that couch,” you slap his ass sharply as you dont hear a response, just desperate whines.

“Y-yes–!” he cries out feeling the sting on his ass.

“I need words. Tell me exactly what baby,” you grab his hair to lift his face, hearing him gasp for air as he lifts it off the pillow. 

Drool. All over the pillow. The wet sight turned you on as you kept up the harsh pace.

“What a pretty mess, now tell me.”

“W-wanted you to fuck me," he sobbed, his voice raw. "For you to use me, to use my body.”

“God you were a slut all along, weren’t you?” you start going at an even brutal pace this time. 

He whines louder at the sharp sting of your palm on his ass. He had no idea you had this side to you, but it made him leak pre-cum relentlessly. 

You wanted more, to see his face as he cried, you knew it because he wasn’t exactly trying to hide it. Just lost in the feeling at your thrusts.

You slowed down your hips for just a moment, leaning over his trembling back. Your voice was a low whisper right next to his ear. "Look at the mess you're making, Sunoo. Leaking all over the bed baby.”

He sobbed into the pillow, a frantic, desperate breaths as his only answer. You giggled softly, wrapping your hand around his cock.

He cried out, his whole body jolting. He was rock hard in your hands, slippery as he leaked steadily into your palm. The position was hard to manage but you eased into it, fucking and jerking him off at the same time. 

The dual sensation was overwhelming. Every time you thrust deep, you hit that spot inside him, making him see stars. Your thumb smeared the pre-cum over his sensitive head.

“C-can’t.. can’t,” he breathed out, elbows digging into the mattress as he tried to support his weight.

“Can’t what? Can’t cum? Fine I won’t let you,” he whined as you retracted your hand from his dick.

“Was so close, please…ah [name]. Let me–mm,” he choked out at your thrusts that you slowed down on purpose.

“Roll over. I'm not done with you just yet." you breathe out as you pull out.

And the sight was gorgeous, as he propped himself just enough to flip right over. His chest heaved with pants as he wiped his drool on the back of his hand. His eyes were teary and puffy from crying, and then he finally looked at you.

You crawled back over him, straddling his hips. You took a moment to just look at him, he was completely undone by you, your boyfriend was lovely. 

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. He kissed back weakly, his hands gliding down your waist, tracing the leather material that secured itself on your body perfectly.

Grabbing the discarded bottle of lube, you added another generous coat to the dildo. You lined yourself up, and this time, you pushed in slowly, watching his face intently. 

His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open with a soft gasp of pleasure as you filled him again. You watched his expression as you sank deeper, the stretch, the overwhelming pleasure all playing out across his beautiful features.

The pace was different. It was slower and more deliberate. You grinded into him, rolling your hips, making sure he felt every drag of the strap inside him. 

“Sun baby, wanna cum this time so badly don’t you?” your right hand reached down to flick his pink nipple, left hand gripping onto his waist tightly. 

He nodded repeatedly as he squirmed while his sensitive peaks came into play. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on either side of his head, and lowered your mouth to his chest. You flicked your tongue over one of his nipples, and he gasped, his back arching off the bed.

Slow thrusts as your hand snaked over his chest to grab his throat, he let out a choked gasp as you angle your hips even deeper. Buried into him.

You knew you were hitting his prostate repeatedly when he became more breathy, when his hands reached over yours on his waist.

“"Please..please..[name], please," he chanted, voice raw.

“Look at me when you're begging."

He forced his eyes open, the desperate submission you saw there made your own breath catch. 

Sunoo was completely yours. He would do anything you asked.

"Please," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Harder..almost there."

You reached down, taking his now fully hard dick in your hand again, stroking him in time with your brutal pace. It was too much, so intense. 

He was being stimulated from all sides, overwhelmed by pleasure, by you. 

"Come for me," you grunted softly, your voice breathless. "Make a mess, Sun." 

His eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching as his orgasm tore through him. He came with a silent scream, whole body convulsing. The sight was so perfect, so pretty that it sent you spiraling over the edge. His pale stomach covered in cum, soft abs clenching.

You buried the dildo deep inside him one last time before pulling out slowly.

You stayed still above him for a few moments, catching your breath, the room quiet except for the sound of him coming back to himself beneath you.

Sunoo blinked up at you, lashes wet, lips parted like he was afraid the moment would vanish if he spoke. 

“You’re not mad?” he asked, his voice was small, quiet. You could tell that after being lost in the moment he’d circle back to thinking about the ‘secret’, or this fantasy that he hid from you.

You took off the strap before he sat up, now you straddled him.

“I thought—” He stopped, lips trembling, then tried again. “I thought if I told you, you’d look at me differently.”

And you cut him off with a simple kiss, it spoke everything you wanted to say. Then you felt his tears running down once more.

“I am looking at you differently.”

He paused, pulling away, teary eyes seeking yours.

“Mostly because I’m wondering why you bought all those toys before asking me if I’d help you use them,” you continued with a soft smirk.

Then he laughed softly as he hit your chest for teasing him.

“…Guess I really should’ve just used my words,” he muttered, trying not to smile.

“Yeah? But next time I’m tying you up and using them all on you at once.”

He widened his eyes, “Hey—”

--subsunoosubsunoosubsunoo

--first timing writing pegging kinda nervous, i feel like i got a hee request for this asw and either i was drunk and accidentally deleted it or maybe i'm tweaking but whoever sent that lmk.......

᯽ 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.

sunoo didn’t like sharing.

he didn’t like how touchy some of your friends were, how you just seemed to be so oblivious to their actions. he didnt like how close they were with you, how hard you laugh at their jokes or how red you get when they compliment you.

he didn’t like sharing.

you were his. and it seemed like he had to show you who you belonged to, since you seemed to have forgotten.

“fuck, baby—“ your moan got cut off by sunoo thrusting hard into you, your body jolting forward.

“oh my god,” sunoo whined loudly, his rhythm sloppy but quick, his hands trying to keep your hips close to his, making him fall deep into your heat.

you were currently on your knees, face resting against the bed as sunoo ruthlessly fucked into your cunt, his whimpers loud in the room.

sunoo had enough with all the playing, watching how you would let your friends be so close, he couldnt watch it anymore. and once you both got home, he dragged you up to the room and here we are.

something about how angry sunoo gets whenever he's jealous just turns you on so much, his gaze would be piercing, stern and cold.

but the second he's slipped into your pussy, his mind just clouds with need, and desire to fill you up.

it was cute and honestly fucking hot, how he lives to please you, how he worships you and your body, the desire to do whatever you say because you just have that effect on him, even when he was pissed at the thought of it minutes ago, he's ruining himself for you now.

“fuck, please—“ he moaned, his hips slapping against your ass, skin burning, his cock easily sliding in and out from how wet you are for him.

“harder, baby.” you said, voice shaking as you tried to push your hips back against his, legs shaking with pleasure.

sunoo listened and his rhythm got rougher, slamming into your pussy like he wanted to push you through the bed. your moans got louder, fingers grabbing a handfull of the sheets.

sunoo was in full bliss, his hard cock fucking between your sweet warm walls, feeling how they sucked him in deep with every thrust. he moved one hand to your back and pushed you further down, allowing him to slip deeper into you, earning a cry from him and a loud moan from yourself.

“always so happy around your friends—“ he grumbled in a whiney tone, the anger from before building back up in him as he watched your body jolt forward with each pound into you. you only smiled to yourself, loving how jealous he gets over you.

“y-you know i’m yours,” you replied back, voice stuttering from the force of his hips. “don’t you, angel?”

sunoo gasped at the petname, his hips jolting forward in a sloppy manner, his stomach twisting in need. sunoo was indeed a sucker for petnames and you knew it. you knew everything he liked and always used to your advantage.

“say it again, please,” he begged. and you obeyed his wish.

“i’m all yours, angel.” you moaned out loudly, his pace quickened, his thrusts going back to those desperate sloppy actions and that told you that he was close to releasing, needing to fill you up.

“show me i’m yours, baby, breed me.” you smirked, turning your head to the side just a bit more to glance up at sunoo, watching his face be flushed with a pretty red color, his forehead sweating slightly, his face crinkled in pleasure. you watched how his eyes filled with desire from your words, knowing how much he loved to fill you up.

“‘m gunna breed you, mmph? gonna mark your insides with my load,” he whined out loudly, leaning back to angle his thrusting differently, which now allowed him to push his entire cock inside you, hitting all the right spots for you.

your back arched heavily, pushing yourself back against him as you continued to moan out for him, your fingers gripping tight on the sheets.

“please, please,” you begged and that was the end for sunoo, he released his load into your pussy and fell on top of your back, his left arm keeping him from crushing you into the bed. you came close after him, your body twitching from the sensation, heart pounding.

you felt full, with both his cock and his cum, feeling the sticky liquid slowly find its way to slip out of your walls and down your thigh. sunoo allowed both of you to calm down from your highs before he pulled out, giggling at how you whined from the empty feeling.

“oh, my good boy, come here.” you spoke softly once you had changed your position. you were laying on your back against the headboard when sunoo smiled softly at you and moved around so he was now cuddled up in your arms, your fingers gently running through his hair.

“my pretty girl.” he whispered as he gave your neck a kiss. you nodded, adoring how cute he sounded.

“that’s right, angel, all yours.”

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@liumoonlight @mimiimiku @unbel1ve4ble

you swore your head could explode, and it wasn't a metaphor. the temple throbbing in time with the heart, the constant pain, even if mild, on the scalp, the right shoe being tied slightly tighter than the left one— all these little things were driving you insane and made work impossible. as soon as you opened your house door and removed your shoes, you already felt better. all you needed was a warm bath and a long, relaxing night of sleep before the weekend, you didn't even care about eating dinner, it was useless. the sooner you went to sleep the sooner the day would end. when the door rang you ignored it, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. who is crazy enough to show up at one's door after six pm? but it rang again, and again until you were forced to open the door. 

a rather annoyed teenager stood before you, he was loudly chewing gum and wore a ridiculous red and gray baseball hat, beside him a comically big package. you figured he got the wrong address, but as you were about to tell him he handed you a paper and a pen. he was silent, his judging eyes were enough to make you sign it. you felt forced to. fucking teenagers. when he walked away you found yourself alone with a huge package you did not order. not without effort, you carried the package into the house, now curious about its contents. what could it be, just a few inches shorter than you? it was also quite heavy, you couldn't lift it, so you had to drag it across the floor, afraid of scratching it. there was no writing anywhere, just brown packing paper and a mark indicating its fragility. you were almost convinced that inside there was only a piece of furniture to assemble, probably from ikea, until you opened it. you stood right in the middle of your living room. inside the package was another box, made of thinner, white cardboard. on the top, in large red letters, it read “sunoo: soft type.” this discovery left you even more confused than you already were. you had no idea what a sunoo was. you violently tore off the first layer of paper. what you found in front of you left you speechless. it looked like a barbie doll box. a transparent plastic part allowed you to see inside the box. there was a boy, about five foot seven, maybe a little taller, with dark hair and fair skin. you couldn't see his eyes because they were closed. tiredness, stress, and curiosity vanished, leaving room for perplexity. was it perhaps a bad joke? yet it was June, months before halloween. you opened the box to take the boy out, wondering whether or not to call the police. that boy, sunoo you imagined, didn't seem conscious. how could you explain that they had delivered a dead boy to your house? his skin was cold, but his body was stiff. he didn't fall forward even when you untied the strings that held him to the bottom of the box. a paper fell to the floor, it looked like instructions.

instructions for use:

note: the robot will arrive at the recipient with the battery already charged

note: this is a demo version, it may not work perfectly

1. to enable/disable the robot, remove its clothes and press the on/off button, which is shaped like a mole on its right shoulder

2. to clean the inside of the robot, use the products that come with it in the box; using water alone is not recommended

you tried not to ask yourself too many questions, sitting him on the couch and awkwardly removing the shirt he was wearing to look for the activation button. it seemed like an episode of black mirror, the more time passed, the more disturbing it seemed. removed the shirt, you noticed he was wearing a babypink lace bra, a bra that served no purpose since he had no breasts. as if something had finally clicked in your brain, you understood the purpose of this sunoo. it was definitely disturbing. his skin was soft, not plastic like at all, it looked real, it had pores and everything, but no hair. when you pressed the button, a melodic sound came out and his eyes opened. a honey brown, sweet color. just by looking at him, it was impossible to tell he was a robot.

“hello!” his voice startled you, it was ringing but warm, there was a certain cheerfulness in his tone, it was inviting, it made you want to keep listening to him. “i am sunoo, your friend and faithful mate made just for you. i come from a collection of seven, but i am the best,” he winked and stuck out his tongue playfully, “that's why you chose me. what's your name?"

the conversation was fake, acted out, but it didn't continue until you answered him. “... y/n.”

“it's a pleasure to meet you, y/n. let me show you some of my skills.” he took off his pants, revealing underwear that matched the bra he was wearing. you had to admit that they suited him very well, they looked great on him. when he pulled those off too, however, you looked away, embarrassed. you didn't expect him to do something like that. he took his penis, which was also ultra realistic, in one hand and stroked it a couple of times until it became hard. “there,” he said, looking you in the eyes. "that's how it gets hard, but continuous stimulation in other parts of the body has the same effect. do you want to try it?"

“what the hell, no!” you replied a little too loudly, backing away.

“okay,” his tone didn’t change at all. “all right, then i’ll show you the rest.” sunoo spread his legs, showing you his pink asshole. “it’s self-lubricating to ensure the best experience for our customers. come on, try inserting a finger.”

“ no, thanks...”

“y/n, i must insist, this way we can finish the tutorial.”

you didn't like the stirring in your pants when he said your name. you huffed. you couldn't lie and say you weren't even slightly tempted. you were letting desire win out over morality. you shook your head as you approached the boy. you sat down next to him—it—placing one hand on his thigh while the other slowly approached his entrance. when you inserted your finger, it was wet inside— he hadn't lied, it really was self-lubricating. but it felt so wrong to hear his soft moans. you thought about the person who had dubbed him, wondering if he was aware of how his voice was going to be used. yet you couldn't stop, moving inside him, trying to find the difference between him and men, something that would make it clear that he was a robot, but there was nothing. he was exactly the same as the other partners you had had before. he was tight but not too tight, you could still move around easily and add another finger without difficulty.

“do you want me to cum?” his voice was way too clear, all the gasping and moans from earlier gone. that was the difference with a human. he needed instructions for everything. his only goal was to please humans. when you didn’t answer, gave him a confused look as you removed the fingers. “you can choose whether i ejaculate prematurely, last like the average man or if it takes me a long time. what do you prefer?”

“ah like the average man, i guess,” you answered unsure. it was weird, but you couldn't stop the bulge in your jeans from growing.

“noted. now moving on, i have some other features i have to show you.” sunoo got up and took some things from the box he was in before. you had a long night ahead of you, thank god all your need to sleep was gone.

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"