170923 - “pet”
ad-eunyoung:
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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.
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.
