MANTIS

Kim Eun Young. 30. seoul tiger mentor. "I'll pick you apart; mind, body and soul"

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung blubbered and whined, his eyes screwing shut as she bit into his skin. The bloody hand around his cock disgusting and repulsive yet he twitched in her hand, aroused by the sheer sight of his fluids mixed together so filthily.

He whimpers when she pulls away, leaving him empty and bleeding, painfully hard. His lip throbbed and ached, and blood dribbled down his chin but he followed instructions. Getting to his knees he crawled to the top of the bed, trembling hands on the posts where he was told to place them. He knew this shoulders would be sore in  the morning but he was vulnerable in this position ,and he indulged.

“Noona,” he moans as she enters him once more, shivering at the sticky wet fingers that trace his spine. All of it was horrid, a horrific and disgusting sight that could only bring Taehyung’s cock to leak between his legs as it dangled beneath him. “Fuck,” he gripped the post harder with each thrust, asshole raw though still a pleasurable feeling.

“Ah!” Taehyung screamed the first time, hoarse and high in pitch, not loud enough for someone to be alarmed at his state, but the smack to his shoulder blades had him jerking forward off of the strap in pain, but he only leaked more, a puddle pooling onto the thin sheets. Tears collected in his eyes as he hugged the bedpost sobbing though he wanted more, even as the welt swelled across his unblemished skin.

.

Eunyoung doesn’t give Taehyung much of a break, her free hand jerks him back over her toy by the hip and with the other she continues to wield pain to her advantage, striking him in a building pace. Where his silence and submission did it for her before, it is now his crying and his visible suffering that hold her entranced; the reddening of his skin, the way his frame jerks at impact and the manner in which he almost caves under every strike but not quite- always managing to keep upright to receive more of the torture she’s dishing out. It’s ridiculous- it’s insane and counter-instinctive and it builds enormous pride inside of her. He’s holding on; proving how far he’ll go to just to please her and it shows just how much of him she holds strong within her power. Only by the time Eunyoung thinks she can’t grow any more satisfied at his sacrifice she lets up, but instead of giving Taehyung time to come to, she hooks the belt around his throat and jerks him upright with it, holding him like that as she fucks into him from behind. “Come,” she grunts against Taehyung’s ear, harsh and demanding and out of breath due to her powertrip. She tightens the belt around his neck while she snaps her hips into him. “Come before you run out of oxygen and I’m left fucking your unconscious body to completion.”

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

170923 - “pet”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

It takes every tiny little scrap of self-control Zelo still has left to hold back from coming. He can tell that Eunyoung said something, but between the pain and pleasure and the pressure around his throat, he can’t quite piece together what it means.

When he finally does, his face is wet with tears and spit and he sobs. What is he supposed to say? How is he supposed to beg when he can’t form words? His forehead falls forward to rest on her shoulder, a pathetic mewl spilling from his lips.

“Please,” he finally manages. “I-I don’t… I c-can’t…” It’s just a matter of time before his body takes over and he comes, whether she wants him to or not. And he really doesn’t want to deal with the punishment for that.

“I-I’ll be so good, I’ll do anything, please please please,” he babbles, too far gone to be aware of what he’s promising.

.

Eunyoung is fascinated with Junhong’s tears, with the panic and the absolute desperation in his plea. She doesn’t give him warning, fingers curling around Zelo’s upperarms before she throws him; off her lap and onto his back on the couch, her own body following his in tandem. Without a second’s delay Eunyoung is back on him, pushing his legs apart and feeling her way back to Junhong’s prostate. She fingers him roughly but at a torturously slow pace now, while her free hand holds his hair pinned to the armrest of her couch. “Come.” She says, answering his request with her demand. “Now.” with her face close to his and her eyes trained on every twitch in he muscles of his face, every flicker of emotion. She drinks them all in, curious and investigative, like she might understand and experience them by proxy only if she can get him to respond that much more strongly to her. (it never quite works, though it does get her winded- excited for the chase of something that remains forever just outside her grip.)

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung invites it all. Every brutal touch and teasing stroke. He polarizes the pain, sucks it in like the drugs he uses, takes it and uses to build and break himself. He deems himself industuctible because of it.

But Eunyoung, Eunyoung has stripped him from all of that because of her power. Eunyoung had made him, and Taehyung knew that. He would be the assassin he was today if it wasn’t for her. And her she was, pulling every inch of his power, every inch of his control from him, and he liked it. Through the bits and pieces of the fog he liked it.

Taehyung winced at the assault on his lip, his moan turn into a drawn out painful wine as blood spilled from it. He could taste the copper on his tongue, see the beautiful crimson stain on Eunyoung’s lips and his cock jumped in interest. He could feel it be smeared across his unblemished skin and he twitched at the thought, how filfthy he must look, covered in his own blood.  At the hands of Eunyoung of his master.

“M-More,” he dared to whimper, he wanted more blood, needed more blood. It was a pitiful plea but his eyes were true in response, “please,”

.

Eunyoung pushes at Taehyung's lip to have his blood spill over her fingers, using it to ease the slide of her palm when she clasps his dick in hand. She times her movements with her thrusts, loosing herself in fucking Taehyung in a way she rarely looses herself. His greed for pain rapidly unravels her control. "fuck," she grunts. "fuck," when he begs for blood. once more her hand ends up in his hair, jerking it backwards to expose Taehyung's throat. she bites down as she comes from the grind of her thrusts, quietly and almost imperceptibly, privately as to not share her vulnerable moment. Eunyoung pulls away almost immediately after, pulling out and slipping from the bed to jerk open her closet door. "roll over." Her voice is a breathless demand which leaves no room for protest despite, even if her attention is momentarily occupied by the item she's looking for. "hands to the fucking bedpost." She returns to stand behind Taehyung, traces her bloody fingers down the hollow of his spine and over the swell of his ass. In her other hand she holds a worn and supple leather belt that she retrieved from her closet. "I'll give you blood-" Eunyoung's fingers dimple Taehyung’s ass as she pushes back inside him from behind. She grunts in satisfaction when her hips press flush to his ass. "-if that's what you desire. I'll give you more than you bargained for." Eunyoung doesn't think Taehyung cares as much about his pleasure as he does pain in this particular moment. Or they might as well be one and the same. She trusts into him in once, twice, a few more times and then she wraps the belt around her palm -buckle secure between her fingers. Then she raises her arm and strikes- gives Taehyung a first taste of the sting of leather across his shoulder blades.

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

170923 - “pet”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Junhong does as she says, an embarrassingly high-pitched moan spilling from his lips. Words like kitten or pet are his absolute weakness, and she knows it. She knows all of them.

He’s moving faster now, whimpering and mewling, so close and so wet. Tears stain his cheek, saliva makes his lips shine, his cock is dripping between his legs and he wants more, he’s so desperate to finally, finally feel his release. The drug makes her hand around his throat feel suffocating but fuck, he craves it.

He is completely at her mercy. She could absolutely destroy him.

And Zelo sobs, bouncing on her fingers, babbling. “P-please… please let me come, please, please, please…” He repeats the word as if it were a mantra, a prayer, a call only she can answer.

.

Finally. Eunyoung’s satisfaction radiates off of her and only strengthens her dominant air. No longer capable of smug remarks and bold teasing, she’s finally got Zelo where she wants him; a sobbing, pleading, wreck of a boy. A pitiful, wet mess.

Instead of softening her demeanor it only makes her greed for cruelty grow. And how could she not want more when he suffers so beautifully?

“why?” Her response seems cold, and her fingers curl to dig deeper into the soft skin of Junhong’s throat. “why should I let you come? you think you deserve it? you think you’ve been that good of a boy?” Eunyoung’s smile seems cruelly amused, but beyond that her irises tighten, betraying how enthralled she is with their little play. It’s hardly a play. She could pull out a gun and blow his brains out at any moment if she pleases. He might not even realise what would be happening before it’d be too late. It’s ridiculous how much Junhong trusts her. Or perhaps it’s just a sign of how little he cares for his own skin.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung knew he had awaken something in Eunyoung. The hand in his hair retracted so quickly, as if she’d come to the realization that their compromising position just wasn’t enough to subdue either of their lust and taste for violence.

He had barely drawn in his next breath when her hand smothered over his face, oxygen deprived from him immediately, but that’s not what brought the painful wail from behind feminine hands. Her teeth sank roughly into his skin,and Taehyung jolted, tears filling his eyes, falling and disappearing into the crevices where her hand and Taehyung’s flushed cheeks met. Each bite drew out an improper scream, and his crying burned as he was unable to breathe properly to accompany it.

His lungs burned and jumped in his chest, and panic slowly crept in on him, but before he could protest, oxygen flooded his lungs, chest heaving as he choked on his tears. His cock pressed against the mattress, aching to be touched, leaking and twitching which each painfully slow thrust that just left Taehyung a sobbing mess beneath her. He gripped the sheets, rocking his hips downward to allow some sort of friction to relieve the aching.

.

It’s not often that Eunyoung’s self control slips. Mostly, she will not allow it. But Taehyung... oh boy, Taehyung. Eunyoung is starting to loose herself in her desire to violate simply because he invites it so wantonly. He’s desperate for it in an absolutely beautiful, terribly selfdestructive way.

Eunyoung pulls off and shows her strength in flipping Taehyung around- on his back, forcing his thighs open so she can thrust back into him without delay. She looks ino his eyes as she does so, wanting to witness what he looks like when she fills him up so roughly, so demandingly. His eyes are already rimmed red with tears and his neck purple with bruises but it’s not enough. She wants to see blood.

Taehyung’s bottom lip is her target, soft and shapely and helplessly vulnerable against her teeth. They sink in without mercy until a spill of warmth and copper into her mouth betrays that Eunyoung managed to tear skin. She moans then, finally, dragging traces of blood further along Taehyung’s jaw as she kisses down his throat. Eunyoung’s fingers have curled around Taehyung’s dick but they linger teasingly at the head, smearing precum around and keeping him at the very edge, but not actively working to allow him to get off as of yet. It’d be a pity if he came so soon again.

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

170923 - “pet”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

There is no time for embarrassment at how easily she regains her control over him. He settles onto her lap, submissive though he’s technically taller than her, fitting himself against her form. Junhong takes her fingers into his mouth and sucks on them like he would a cock, eyes fluttering.

It’s almost gentle, the way Eunyoung kisses his tears away, and it allows him a few seconds to breathe before her teeth are at his neck and her fingers force themselves inside him. He moans, a little quieter than normal, as if he’s not sure if he’s supposed to.

And he’s honestly not sure. The drug and pleasure occupy most, if not all, of his mind right now. Did Eunyoung give him permission to be loud? He can’t remember, and he wants to be so good for her, but it’s taking a lot of energy to stay quiet.

The next moan turns into something of a hiccupy sob, and Zelo nods, eagerly starting to move his hips. He takes a few seconds to adjust, but soon he’s properly fucking himself on her fingers, head falling back, biting his lip so hard it bleeds to contain his moans.

.

Eunyoung smiles to see Junhong work so hard for her, knowing her expression alone to be a reward for him. But it’s not the only praise she grants him. “mewl, kitten,” she encourages, eager to not only see but also hear him falling apart. “release some pretty sounds for me.” Zelo has always been the most beautiful like this; pushed to tears and desperation, muscles working for his pleasure and hers. It’s immensely satisfying to crack him open beyond his wit and bratty behaviour, even if Eunyoung is aware that he uses both of those as just a tool for him to edge her on into absolute domination. And he always ends up getting his way. Sometimes Eunyoung isn’t sure who is in control of their game, truly.

Her free hand snakes it’s way up to Zelo’s throat and wraps around it, fingers digging into his pulse to make him feel constrained without truly cutting off his oxygen. There’s blood on his lip where his teeth have dug in and once again it strikes Eunyoung that it’s the lack of delicacy in his face that actually completes his picture; no perfect beauty but rather one that falls short, that’s raw and real in it’s lacking, whose agonised expression only becomes more believable because of it.

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung’s moans were higher in pitch, feminine like as his fingers grasped to the bed spread. Eunyoung had him pinned to the mattress, helpless, useless, silver locks prisoner in her grasp, his impressive cock leaking pathetically beneath him, desperate for friction but Taehyung knew he could come untouched. He would.

“Noona,” he breathed from his lips, desperate beneath his moans and Taehyung feared he liked this. Real, genuine fear that he enjoyed Eunyoung pegging him. His teacher and mentor stripping him of all he’s worth. He felt he owed her, knew she got off to the pain just as he did. Something in Taehyung snapped at the thought, something that wanted her to wreck him, hurt him and break him down until he couldn’t be built back up again.

He rocked back against her forcing a more forceful and faster pace, his mewels growing louder and more distress as he hoped she’d catch on. Taehyung wanted to suffer, this side of Taehyung wanted him to suffer.

.

Where there was any hesitance left over how hard she could push him before snapping something irrepareable- where there was any holding back for the sake of maintaining enough sanity in her star pupil to remain whole enough to function, it is gone the moment Taehyung rocks back against her.

He wants this. Eunyoung no longer needs to doubt whether her desires have pushed him too far for comfort. He has his own desires mingled into this situation and what that translates to, for Eunyoung, is that she no longer has to be careful. It’s reason enough for her to release any last restraint. And she does.

Eunyoug’s fingers leave Taehyung’s hair only to clamp down over his mouth and nose, cutting off his air and cries when her teeth sink down into his shoulder viciously. She bites down hard enough to mark him, bruises that’ll last at least two weeks; one, two, a third before she lets the boy draw breath. Before she tugs his head aside by the hair to inspect the damage she inflicted.

Taehyung’s skin blooms dark purples and reds and Eunyoung growls, her lust for life merely awakening and nowhere close to being sated yet. Rather than fuck him harder she pins Taehyung’s hips down and fucks him slower, each thrust drawn out so that he has to feel it- so that he can’t just sink away into a blur of violence. Yet she knows it is violence he craves, and she will deliver it to him in other ways. In fingers forcing his lips open to fuck his mouth, in a slap to the face just to see his eyelashes flutter prettily, in a hand on this throat to see his pupils constrict and widen upon release.

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung is back against the bed with Eunyoung on top of him. She dominated him, it was all too much but it was all he wanted. She was stronger than him, in some weird twist of fate he couldn’t release himself from her grasp but maybe he wasn’t trying hard enough because he didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered in response, a sob coming through him as his orgasm dissipated through his bones. His thighs touch his chest easily, years of dancing taking pride in that but he was met with the sting of nails and less the burn of stretching muscles.

The feeling of plastic in Taehyung’s ass wasn’t foreign, he had plenty toys, but attatched to Eunyoung was a different feeling. “Oh,” he moaned, his mouth stuck open in pleasure, though it stung slightly, “n-noona,” the thought of him coming dry almost bringing tears to his eyes.

.

Taehyung’s response is satisfying, but it only serves to heighten Eunyoung’s hunger. She wants to hear him moan until his voice is hoarse, her name preferrably, but any testament to pain or pleasure would sound like music to her ears if it’s Taehyung’s lips it’s falling from.

Eunyoung grasps a handfull of Taehyung’s hair, pinning him to mattress with it as she places her weight on that hand, using it to keep herself upright as she fucks him. Her tongue traces Taehyung’s neck, preparing him for what’s to come; teeth that now leave small bites but in a couple of minutes will sink in viciously.

She’s certain many men have fucked Taehyung like this, some of them likely fully clothed, like her, emphasising Taehyung’s handsome vulnerability in stark contrast to their dark suits. It’s almost a pity she has now aligned herself with them. Perhaps she should have stopped after taking him in the car, perhaps she has her allowed her greed to guide her too far. Does she regret being but one in a pattern? Her ego protests at the thought but she has long since discarded any such prideful notions. Taehyung to her too, is but one of many pretty things she has lured into her bed to destroy. It would not do to expect to be more to him. And tt does not matter that this is what they are to each other. That’s just here, on the mattress. Outside, in the world of the Tigers and killings, she still rules his world supreme.

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung breeched himself. Two fingers pressing into his tight hole forcing a moan from his lips, his mouth dropping open desperately as he fucked into himself.

He was locked in now, Eunyoung’s soft touches on his scalp though thy betrayed him just enough to push his head forward, and he made no effort to protest, tongue lapping out pathetically to fee the smooth plastic on his buds.

He sank his head down allowing the toy to press between his lips, saliva already dripping and coating it, his moans disappearing around it as he pressed the third finger into his hole. He fucked himself brutally, unintentionally working himself up to point that he came pre maturely in the mattress bellow him, his body trembling though he continued to work his mouth around the toy, whimpering as his eyes scanned Eunyoung’s face for a reaction, for anything.

.

Eunyoung is not bothered, she simply takes it as her cue to tug Taehyung off her toy by the hair and pull him upright, high enough that she can topple him over and shove him backwards on the bed. She’s on him in seconds, fluid in her movements as she crawls over him.

Eunyoung’s figure holds unexpected strength and this can be felt as she pushes Taehyung’s knees up, her thin fingers digging into his thighs as she folds him open and creates space for herself to settle. She thrusts into him smoothly, all the way to the hilt in one go after all the preparative work Taehyung has done, and smiles down at the younger’s face. Traces of his orgasm still linger in his expression but now she’s reflected there too.

“you’re fast, kid.” She chides him gently. “how many times ‘till you’re coming dry, I wonder?”

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung clung to Eunyoung, like a lost child having been found. He inhaled her sent, falling deep into the lul of intoxication that she embodies.

He came deligently, allowing her to have her way with him, position him in anyways she wanted, giving her free reign over his body to claim even if it was just for tonight because Taehyung was a slave to his needs.

His eyes were glassy as he watched her, it wasn’t as he expected, though the sight caused his cock to noticeably twitched as she locked the toy into place. She was still clothed, and if Taehyung was in his right mind he would have told Eunyoung she looked ridiculous, but instead he salivates, his foggy mind wanting her to take him.

Taehyung obliges her, lips wrapping her fingers in warm wet heat before taking it upon himself to shove his own fingers messily in his mouth beside hers, stretching the orifice obscenely drool covering both the digits and his chin but Taehyung just wanted to please. He removed his own fingers continuing to suck on Eunyoung’s thumb more or less for his own pleasure as he circled his saliva covered fingers a around his own hole, moaning around her digitt, losing all since of dignity as he childishly attempted to take the rest of Eunyoung’s fingers in his mouth with out aid.

.

Taehyung’s enthusiasm appears almost drug-induced in it’s shameless eagerness and Eunyoung chuckles, guides his head down to redirect his attention towards the toy. She strokes Taehyung’s hair as she pulls him over it, which was her original intented use for his mouth, but she is not bothered by the rush he’s in. He clearly wants to get fucked and tonight she’s feeling overly indulgent.

“push them in,” she demands of him, watching Taehyung work his fingers against himself shallowly. “open yourself up for me.”

Eunyoung continues toying with Taehyung’s hair as he works, sometimes petting him gently, sometimes tugging it harshly to lock him in place as she pushes her hips forward and slides the toy deeper into his mouth. She wonders if she could push him ‘till crying a second time this night. It would complete the picture, his mouth already so pretty as it works at the crux of her legs.

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung was doing exactly Eunyoung had imagined she’d do, drag him under, completely and utterly he was falling down to sink hole filled with crystal blue water. And he couldn’t find it in himself to swim to the surface.

Eunyoung had him mewling head tilting back just slightly his eyes slowly closing but he was greeted with her strokes coming to a stop pulling a whine from his lips and Taehyung bucking into her hand.

He didn’t think, his brain short circuiting for a brief moment, slow enough for him to betray his intuition, his hand slotting into Eunyoung’s, Taehyung always an addict for pleasure, to please, to be loved and treasured just for a few brief moments even if it’s just for his body, and this time with Eunyoung was no exception. It was a drug, he was an addict and he couldn’t bring himself to rehabilitate. He stood next to her, cock leaking standing on end, “please,”

.

The blanket she had wrapped him in falls from Taehyung’s shoulders the moment he rises to his feet and Eunyoung doesn’t hesitate to pull him forward, her hand enclosing his firmly. She keeps him tight, his naked form pressed against her clothed one as she walks them to her bedroom. There’s no mistaking that he’s hers now, in all his full physical glory and perhaps in parts of his soul too, and Eunyoung treats him as such, guiding and positioning him on her soft sheets the way she wants him.

Then she draws away, crouching to pull a harness from her nightstand drawer- black leather straps that she fits tight around her thighs and waist, fastening them down over her clothing. Black silicone follows after, Eunyoung’s hand curling around the smooth lines of it’s shape as she locks the toy in place. It’s a streamlined design, looking nothing remotely like a dick because surely, she could not care less for having one. She would not enjoy the vulnerability inherent in blood and flesh. The body can fail, after all, but Eunyoung can not. She wishes to remain tall and proud, forever in control. And she is, very much so as she cups Taehyung’s cheeks and traces his lips with the pads of her tumbs- featherlight at first but then pressing, parting his lips to seek out the wetness of his mouth. “get it slick.” Her words come out low and soft but none the less demanding for it. “I don’t want to take you raw. After all, you’ve done so well tonight.”

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung shudders as Eunyoung speaks, her voice his sharp, enticing, and Taehyung is swaying, a mental pendulum, not to sure what to make of the moment, of his surroundings, of this situation.

A sound escapes him, Eunyoung’s hand squeezed painfully harsh around his cock, his hips buck and his thighs tense at the pain but it’s welcome, pleasurable, wrong. But of course Taehyung doesn’t know how to resist her. His mentor, the only person who understood, who went through the things he endured, who’ve seen the sights that he saw, bared the load he bared only Taehyung bared it with sagging shoulders of exhaustion while Eunyoung stood tall and fuck did he admire her.

Her hand was cool around him, ice to his fire as his cock stiffened and hardened in her hand. Taehyung wasn’t sure what he wanted, how he wanted it, if yes was the wrong answer if even if no was the right one, but she spoke truth to him, being dragged under instantly, “n-noona,” he stammered. It was all too slow, too calculative and evil, Eunyoung flicked her wrists in the slowest pace she was able endure and Taehyung wanted to writhe, his cock already leaking slightly into her palm.

.

Her game is a dangerous one, and Taehyung is not the one she should be playing it with. To strip his words of power before he even has a chance to utter his consent or rejection is a brutal move. She does not think him delicate but she does think him valuable, and if he were to protest she would have no choice but to heed. She can not have him broken. Not Taehyung. But she has stolen his voice and his chance to protest with it, and she can only hope that this is what he desires from her; to take his will, to take his body, to claim his loyalty and his purpose as her own. She will grant him pleasure for it, release from responsibilities and choice, for him to float in her hold a blissful moment.

Eunyoung wets Taehyung’s dick with his own precome, easing up the slide of her hand around him. Her lips brush his forehead as he calls out for her. “I want to fuck you.” She confesses in a calm whisper, a counterpoint to his wrecked desperation. “on more than just my fingers. come to bed, boy.” She kisses his brow and grants him one last stroke- one last brush of her thumb over the head of his dick. Then she pulls back and holds out her hand to him, returning to him a small opportunity to move in or retreat; to make his wishes known.

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung shudders at the question, the smoke finally allowed to escape his lungs completely though the burn still remained. He looked at her, brows knit and eyes slightly sad. “I don’t know what to call it,” he began, his voice low, child like.

When she squeezes his throat again, his cock jumps once more, stiffening between his legs and Taehyung can’t help it. The dominating nature of Eunyoung, whether he liked it or not, had his body reacting in ways that it just shouldn’t, not now, not with her.

“It’s like I’m fully there, up until the actual action, up until the blood, or the coolness of a slowly dying body. And then I blink, and I’m lying on my back, in dark water. As if I was in the middle of the ocean just left there. I-It’s like I’m watching it, on a misty screen in the grey sky. There are mountains all around and the water is shallow, and I watch my self….murder people. And as I do the water just…rises, until i can no longer breathe, until i’m drowning but…it’s almost….blissful.” he said honestly looking at her again.

.

Eunyoung does not know what she had expected, but she is surprised by how poeticly Taehyung phrases his answer. It brings an actual, genuine smile on her face, and she brings her hand down to rub his stomach, granting him some softer affection. “let me share something too.” Her voice is soft, and her honesty in this moment is absolutely rare. “you and I, we’re opposites it seems. I am always... under water. This world, it’s dull to me. Sounds are but distorted echoes, sensations are... muddled, vision is but a blur. But when I kill-”

Eunyoung’s fingers grab at Taehyung through his towel, her grip strong and possessive over his erection- almost painfully so. “when I kill I break surface. Everything is more accute, harsher, sharper, louder, brighter. Everything comes alive.” She releases him only to slip her hand under his towel, teasing his cock into full hardness with purposefull strokes. “I come alive by destroying. If not someone’s body then certainly their will.” Eunyoung presses her mouth to Taehyung’s ear, her whispers hot and and her hand working him over slowly, dangerously. “I push people under, Taehyung. I blissfully drown them. And it only gets better when they struggle, it’s so much more intense when they tell me ‘no’.”

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

170923 - “pet”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

He barely registers the first slap for a few moments, the gasp automatically coming from his lips, but the second one he feels in his entire body. Precum leaks from his cock and he somehow manages to hold back a moan, though he is practically boneless as Eunyoung moves his head.

“I’m sorry,“ Junhong manages to bring out. It sounds like a mixture of a breath and a sob. He loves pushing his boundaries, experimenting with what he can get away with, but he also hates when Eunyoung is disappointed in him. Despite his confrontational nature, he wants to be good. He wants to be praised.

“I’ll work for it,“ he breathes, nails digging into his own thighs as he tries to actually think. “I - aahhh - I’ll be good, I promise, I’m sorry, please…“ Zelo’s voice gets more high-pitched as the words spill from his lips, more of a whimper than anything else at the end.

She could get up at any moment and leave him like this, with tears forming in his eyes. He shifts a bit and the slight brush of his cock against his own stomach is almost too much. He’s close already, and whilst the drug is largely at fault, it wouldn’t have done the job without Eunyoung. And so he nods weakly and obediently crawls into her lap, keeping his head tilted back to expose his neck. “Yes, please, please,” he whispers, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

.

And this, this is why she loves Junhong. Despite his wit and defiance he still breaks so easily, so completely and so beautifully under her will. Eunyoung wraps her arm around his lower back and swoops him in closer, settles him firmly on her lap. “wet them.” She demands, feeding Zelo both the ring- and middle finger of her right hand. Eunyoung loves fucking the kid on her fingers, adores the way he cries when she forces him towards orgasm through his prostate alone, without so much as a glance at his cock. It’s what she has in store for him now and gods, look at him. He’s already crying. Eunyoung smiles when she kisses Zelo’s tears away, her hand slipping under and inbetween his legs to find their target. His body yields with minimal friction due to Junhong’s spit, but behind his skin his muscles protest at the intrusion. Eunyoung ignores them, forcing her way inside with both fingers at once, her teeth distracting Zelo by scraping at the exposed skin of his throat. She grunts in open satisfaction when she manages to slide in until the third knuckle, her hand settling snug between his hips and her own. She steadies it; back of her hand pressed against her own sex through her pants so that if she were to snap her hips up, she’d fuck her fingers right into Junhong- so that he could ride her fingers as if they were a cock.

“you want to be a good boy?” Eunyoung murmurs, her lips brushing Zelo’s collarbones and her free hand pressing into his lower back and waist. “... then move.”

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung obliges her, taking the pack from her hands, his fingers more relax, though  still trembling. He pulled a cigarette and the lighter out, placing it to his lips to light it .

He inhaled softly careful not to over do it, his eyes close as Eunyoung strokes his scalp but Taehyung knows it’s just to ground him, not to sooth what she had taken. Not that he cared, this was enough for now, enough for him to leave it in the back of his subconscious just because right now dealing with it would send him into overdrive.

Her fingers push tingles down Taehyung’s receptors. His eyes hood in his attempt to look down at her, his head tilting back in retaliation. The slight squeeze causing his cock to noticeably twitch beneath the towel, the smoke burning his lungs as it had overstayed it’s welcome and only slips out in small streams instead of gulfs of smoke.

.

“where do you go...” Eunyoung starts, studying Taehyung’s face as she relaxes her grip. “...when you’re out of it like that? when you kill...” she emphasises the word by killing her cigarette in the ashtray, by squeezing his throat once more. “your eyes appear to look into a different world entirely. It makes me wonder,” she relaxes her hand again, if only to allow him to talk. “... what that place looks like.”

Taehyung’s arousal is evident and pleasing, but she won’t play on that now. He’s tempting, oh so tempting with his darker skin and soft hair- grey locks that look perfect wrapped around her fingers- and gods, that mouth. But it’s his movements that make him magical, the conflicts buzzing under his skin; strength in his muscles and frailty in his soul, the latter bared too easily in his big eyes, too carelessly in front of someone like Eunyoung, who is greedy for it. Who would bathe her hands in blood to have it under her control.

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Eunyoung always looked so unphased. As if the nights events held no power over, knowing Eunyoung, they didn’t. He came closer to her, following her beckoning, settling on the couch next to her

The blanket was warm on his bare skin, and he nodded at her comment, a small smile on his face as he got comfortable. He adjusted the towel at his hips, settling his elbows on his waist as he looked up at her. The world was clear now, and the only thing that shadowed Taehyung’s vision was Eunyoung’s aura. Her wink sent shivers down his spine as he sat.

“Yeah,” He said quietly, scooting closer to her. The usual bass was in his voice but it had no stablization to it. His eyes flickered to the cigarette in her lips, then down to the ground again as he settled into the plush cushions, trying to relax.

.

The fact that Taehyung had covered himself with his towel alone told Eunyoung a myriad of things. Things that she does not feel the need to address, things that she might make sure to correct- but not now. Later. She was nothing if not patient.

Eunyoung picks up her pack and offers it to Taehyung, a lighter stuck inside besides the remaining cigarettes. “have one, then.”

Taehyung’s tension is noticable, and Eunyoung squeezes his nape in light retribution. Then soothes him with her fingers in his hair. It’s evident why he’s feeling so out of depth. She stole an orgasm out of him and now, here in the aftermath, she’s giving him nothing to hold onto. She likes it that way, likes to see him stuble in the dark. Uncertain what to expect. Yet it becomes evident enough that she sees her claim on Taehyung’s body as lasting when her fingers play along his throat once more. She teases, squeezes gently as he exhales, cutting off the flow of smoke floating from his lips for just a second. It’s just light teasing, but it speaks volumes of her dominance over him.

.

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

17 09 06 - “rook”

[ad-eunyoung-blog]

Taehyung’s eyes close with her hand in his head, he accepts the pats, the unspoken ‘good boy’ though he can’t meet her gaze. Kim Taehyung, someone feared in the streets of Seoul was brought to his knees by a woman he swore by, it was all so easy.

He followed instructions, lip tucked between his teeth, as he walked towards he door, hand still cupped around his apandage as he walked. Meeting an empty bathroom was almost a relief to him, though the tension still settled on his shoulders.

He turned on the water allowing it to warm before he slipped beneath the spray left over blood swirling in the water, turning it the softest shade of pink as he sat beneath it. The steam brought warmth to his stone flesh, and he allowed himself to relax just a moment, closing his eyes to take water through his hair.

He took his time to bathe, lathering up his body really well, as if to wash the sins from the earlier obscurities of the night away. Though to no avail, they’d still weigh on Taehyung’s shoulders. Not the kill, Taehyung had long forgotten about it, had stopped feeling remorse and caring, but other things that had him questioning himself though in the back of his mind he wasn’t sure still if he was against it or not.

.

By the time Taehyung returns Eunyoung has washed up too. Her face and hands are free of blood and make-up, and she has exchanged her suit for all-black leggings and a thin turtleneck sweater.

She is seated on her couch, one leg folded over the other and bare-foot, the window behind her pushed open to let the smoke of her cigarette escape. She looks as contemplative as ever. Eunyoung’s eyes roam freely over Taehyung’s form when he appears in the doorway, and she gestures him to come closer with but a simple flick of her wrist. When he’s near Eunyoung rises to her feet and clamps her cigarette between her lips, then she plucks a blanket she prepared from the couch. She drapes it ‘round Taehyung’s shoulders, giving him a little wink when their eyes meet. “you won’t fit my clothes,” she sits down again, patting at the space next to her to invite him in. “do you smoke?”

.