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The apartment felt strangely heavy the night before Wooyoung’s departure. Their suitcases leaned against the wall by the door, already zipped tight, and San couldn’t stop glaring at them as if his sheer will could keep Wooyoung home.
“Just a week,” Wooyoung murmured, slipping behind San and wrapping his arms around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “You’ll survive without me.”
San scoffed, but his voice cracked, betraying him. “You say that like it’s nothing. Seven days is forever, Wooyoung-ah.”
Wooyoung chuckled, soft and low, pressing his lips to San’s neck. “You’re so dramatic. It’ll go by fast. And when I come back…” He trailed his hand down San’s stomach, stopping at his waistband, smirking when San shivered. “…I’ll make it worth the wait.”
San turned in his arms, eyes dark with longing. “I don’t want to wait. I want you now. I want you every night.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air was thick with the ache of knowing that tomorrow, they wouldn’t fall asleep tangled together. Wooyoung kissed him deeply, the kind of kiss that tried to brand a memory into skin, tongues slow and needy, hands clutching as if to anchor themselves.
Later, San lay with his cheek pressed against Wooyoung’s chest, tracing circles lazily while Wooyoung stroked his hair. “What am I supposed to do without you here to—” San hesitated, cheeks pink, then whispered, “—to fuck me until I can’t walk?”
Wooyoung laughed, the sound husky and fond, but the look in his eyes was fire. He tilted San’s chin up and kissed him again, deeper, rougher this time, until San whimpered into his mouth. “Maybe,” Wooyoung murmured against his lips, “you’ll just have to find a way to take care of yourself until I’m back.”
San smirked faintly, eyes gleaming with mischief even through the sadness.
The next morning came too quickly. San clung to Wooyoung through every mundane task—making coffee, checking flight details, even zipping the suitcase. Every click of the zipper felt like a nail sealing San’s chest shut.
At the airport, they lingered at the departure gate, San’s hands twisted in Wooyoung’s hoodie. “You could still stay,” he muttered, voice muffled against his chest. “Tell them you’re sick, tell them you lost your passport, I don’t care—just don’t leave me for a week.”
Wooyoung smiled softly, but his eyes gave him away, glossy with his own restraint. He cupped San’s face, thumbs brushing under his eyes. “Baby, if I don’t go, you’ll be mad at me later. This is important. You know that.”
San shook his head stubbornly. “I don’t care about important. You’re what’s important.” His voice cracked, and Wooyoung’s heart clenched.
“Hey.” Wooyoung leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. “One week. Seven nights. Then I’ll be right here again, crawling into bed with you, holding you down the way you like.” His lips curved into a smirk, trying to tease a smile out of San, but it only made the ache sharper.
San kissed him desperately—like he could drink every last drop of Wooyoung before he boarded. It wasn’t sweet, not this time. It was messy and wet, San’s fingers digging into the back of Wooyoung’s neck, trying to memorize the exact shape of his mouth.
When the final boarding call echoed overhead, Wooyoung whispered against his lips, “I’ll call you every night. I’ll text you every hour if you want. You won’t even have time to miss me.”
San sniffled, forcing a half-smile. “I’ll miss you even if you’re on the phone with me. That’s the problem.”
Wooyoung laughed, though his throat was tight. He pressed one last kiss to San’s lips, slow and lingering, before pulling away with visible effort. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
San stood frozen as Wooyoung disappeared through the gates, his chest hollow. His hands curled into fists. He hated feeling this powerless, this needy. But as he turned and walked out of the airport alone, his mind sparked with the beginnings of that wicked little idea.
If Wooyoung was going to leave him desperate, maybe San could leave him desperate too—just in a different way.
San gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary as he pulled out of the airport. The passenger seat beside him was empty, and it already felt wrong—like the absence of Wooyoung had carved a hole out of the air itself.
He sighed, rolling his shoulders, trying to shake it off. The road signs blurred past, but his mind wasn’t on traffic. It was on the way Wooyoung had kissed him, the taste of him still lingering. He shifted in his seat, heat prickling down his spine. A week without that? He’d go insane.
That’s when the sign appeared: “Eros Boutique – Adult Store.” San’s lips tugged into a small, secret smile. Right. His order.
He turned into the parking lot, heart thumping faster, not just from nerves but from anticipation. He’d planned this the second Wooyoung’s schedule had been finalized—a wicked little gift to make sure his boyfriend never forgot what he was missing.
Inside, the clerk greeted him with a knowing smirk, sliding a discreet black box across the counter. “Your custom order’s ready.”
San’s ears burned as he signed for it, but his smirk was sharper now. The box wasn’t large, but heavy in his hands, and he could already imagine Wooyoung’s reaction when he opened it.
In the driver’s seat again, San set the box in his lap, fingers tracing over the seal. Inside was a silicone mold—an exact replica of him . He remembered the slightly embarrassing, completely filthy process of making it a week ago: spreading himself open in the private back room, holding still while they took the cast. All worth it.
“Now Wooyoung can fuck me even when I’m not there,” San thought with a flush, biting his lip. Just imagining Wooyoung thrusting into it, groaning his name, made his cock twitch against his jeans.
He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “He’s gonna lose his mind when he sees this.”
San drove home with the box in the passenger seat where Wooyoung should’ve been, comforted by the thought that if he couldn’t give his boyfriend his body for the week—at least he could give him the next best thing.
By the time San pulled into their apartment garage, the sky was already graying with late afternoon. He carried the discreet black box upstairs like it was treasure, heart pounding harder with every step. The moment the door shut behind him, he ripped it open on the kitchen counter.
There it was—his perfect, obscene little gift. The silicone mold gleamed faintly under the lights, an exact replica of his most intimate place. Wooyoung’s toy .
San swallowed, cheeks burning, a grin tugging at his lips. Just the thought of Wooyoung sliding into it, maybe biting his knuckles as he tried not to moan too loud in his hotel room—it had San’s stomach in knots of anticipation.
He grabbed a pen and paper, sitting at the table with the toy beside him. His handwriting slanted messily as his brain spilled out every filthy word:
“Baby—
I told you I’d make sure you didn’t forget me. Now you don’t have to imagine. This is all mine, made just for you. Your personal asshole fleshlight. Tight, soft, and ready to swallow you whole. Every time you use it, think about how badly I want you inside me. Don’t you dare cum without telling me—I want to hear every sound you make when you fuck me, even if I’m not there. I’ll be moaning right along with you when you call.”
He hesitated, then added, softer at the bottom:
“One week isn’t so long, but it feels like forever without you. Wreck this toy all you want—but when you’re home, fuck me instead.
Yours always,
San.”
San folded the note carefully and tucked it inside the box with the toy. He taped it shut, printed Wooyoung’s hotel address, and scheduled it for next-day shipping—paying extra to guarantee it arrived fast.
When the courier finally left with the package, San leaned against the closed door, cheeks hot, cock already half-hard just from imagining Wooyoung’s reaction.
He whispered to himself, smirking, “Have fun, baby.”
Next day at Wooyoungs hotel
The knock at the door came just as Wooyoung was toweling his hair dry, fresh from a shower. He frowned—room service hadn’t been ordered, and he wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Delivery for Mr. Jung,” the voice on the other side said.
Curious, Wooyoung cracked the door and accepted the plain brown package, the weight of it solid in his hands. His name was printed neatly on the shipping label, but no sender listed. He closed the door, set the box on the bed, and tore at the tape.
When he pulled back the flaps, his heart nearly stopped.
Nestled inside was a folded piece of paper on top of something wrapped in tissue. Wooyoung grabbed the note first, eyes recognizing San’s handwriting.
As the words sank in, his face flushed dark, his towel slipping loose around his hips.
“Baby—
I told you I’d make sure you didn’t forget me. Now you don’t have to imagine. This is all mine, made just for you…”
Wooyoung’s hand shook slightly as he set the note aside, already half-hard. He peeled back the tissue paper and froze, breath catching in his throat.
It was a toy. But not just any toy. His eyes widened, lips parting as he realized exactly what it was. A perfect replica—San’s tight little hole fleshlight, cast in silicone, waiting for him.
“Holy… fuck.” Wooyoung laughed breathlessly, dragging a hand over his face. “You filthy bastard.”
The towel slipped to the floor as his cock twitched, hard and aching already. He lifted the toy carefully, running his thumb along the rim, imagining San spread out under him, whining, begging. The thought alone made his stomach tighten.
He sat on the edge of the bed, note still open beside him, rereading the line: “Don’t you dare cum without telling me—I want to hear every sound you make when you fuck me.”
Wooyoung smirked, biting his lip, and reached for his phone. His thumb hovered over San’s contact.
If San wanted to hear it, he was going to hear everything.
Wooyoung sat on the bed, the silicone toy heavy in his lap, San’s dirty note unfolded beside him. His cock was already hard, resting against his stomach as he stared at the words. He snapped a quick picture—just the edge of the black box cracked open with the tissue paper peeled back, the toy barely visible. Then he sent it.
Wooyoung → San
What the fuck is this, San?
The typing bubbles appeared instantly, then disappeared. A minute later, his phone buzzed.
San → Wooyoung
Exactly what it looks like. A way to keep my baby satisfied until you’re back.
Wooyoung smirked, running his thumb slowly over the toy’s rim. His breath hitched just touching it.
Wooyoung → San
You had them mold your actual hole for me? You’re insane. Do you know what I’m about to do with this?
San replied fast this time.
San → Wooyoung
That’s the point. I want you to use it. Pretend it’s me. Fuck it like you’d fuck me.
Wooyoung groaned, his cock throbbing at the words. He snapped another photo—this time a shot from his lap: towel on the floor, his cock hard and flushed, the toy in his hand.
Wooyoung → San
You’re such a slut. Sending me your ass through the mail like a gift. Should I open you up right now, baby? Make you scream through the phone?
The reply came after a pause.
San → Wooyoung
Yes. Call me. I want to hear every sound. Don’t you dare cum without me.
Wooyoung’s grin turned sharp. He tossed the phone onto the bed, hitting “call” as he spread his legs wider. When San’s voice answered on the other end—breathy, eager, already trembling—his chest tightened with heat.
“Put me on speaker,” San whispered. “I want to hear myself while you play with me.”
Wooyoung leaned back against the headboard, phone on speaker beside him. The line clicked, and San’s voice poured through, low and already breathless.
“Open it,” San ordered softly. “I want to hear you tear the paper, like you’re unwrapping me.”
Wooyoung chuckled darkly, ripping the tissue with deliberate slowness so the sound carried through the line. “God, San… you’re insane . You really mailed me your ass.”
San’s laugh was quick and filthy. “Because I knew you’d be longing for it. Aren’t you already hard? Just from looking at it? You knew it was mine.”
Wooyoung groaned, stroking his cock once with his free hand. “I’m fucking leaking, baby. It looks exactly like you. I can’t believe you let them mold you like this—so shameless..”
San gasped softly on the other end, his own breathing ragged. “I was thinking about you the whole time. How you’d use it… how you’d slide into me even when I wasn’t there. I wanted you to never forget how tight I am for you.”
Wooyoung squeezed the toy, thumb teasing the rim. “You really want me to fuck this thing? To pretend I’ve got you spread out under me right now?”
“Yes,” San hissed, his voice breaking. “I want you to fuck it so hard you break it. Use it like it’s me. Pound into it until you’re moaning my name.”
Wooyoung lined himself up with the slick opening, his tip brushing the toy, a low growl escaping his throat. “You should see how wet the lube’s making it, San. Just waiting to swallow me down. Just like you.”
San whimpered. “Push in, baby. Slow… I want to hear the first sound you make when it grips you.”
Wooyoung pressed forward, the tight silicone sucking him in inch by inch. His head fell back against the wall, a raw groan tearing from his throat. “F-fuck. It is you. It feels just like your ass, San—tight, hot, gripping me.”
San moaned loud enough for the speaker to catch every shaky breath. “Yes… yes, that’s it. Stretch me open, Wooyoung-ah. Fill me until I can’t take it.”
Wooyoung started thrusting shallowly, slow and deliberate, his hand gripping the toy tight. “I’m going to destroy this little mold of yours, baby. By the time you get home, I’ll have worn it out—and then I’ll bend you over and make you scream the way you’re begging me to right now.”
San gasped, voice trembling. “I want to hear you fuck me harder first.”
Wooyoung growled low into the phone, hips snapping faster, the bed creaking beneath him. “Say it louder, San. Tell me what you want while I ruin this toy of yours.”
Wooyoung’s groans filled the hotel room, low and rough, echoing back through the speaker. His pace had already quickened, each thrust sinking deeper into the toy molded from San’s body.
On the other end of the line, San’s breath hitched, then steadied, like he was gathering courage.
“Wooyoung-ah…” San’s voice dropped, needy, trembling. “Do you want to know what I think about when you’re not here?”
Wooyoung growled, slamming into the toy harder, his knuckles white around it. “Tell me, baby. Don’t hold back. I want every filthy detail.”
San whimpered, then let it spill out, words raw and shaking with lust:
“I imagine you throwing me over your lap… spanking me until I can’t sit, until my ass stings every time I move. I want to cry into the sheets while you do it, knowing I deserve it for being such a needy slut for you.”
Wooyoung snarled, his hips snapping faster, precum leaking down the toy. “Fuck, San… keep going.”
San gasped, his voice cracking as the fantasy rushed out of him.
“I want you to gag me with your cock… shove it so deep I can’t breathe, until my throat’s raw from taking you. I want my jaw aching, drool everywhere, while you look down at me and laugh at how desperate I am just to choke on you.”
Wooyoung’s head fell back, teeth gritted, groaning loud. “God, you’re filthy baby. My perfect little whore.”
San moaned at the praise, his voice breaking into something darker. “Then—then I want you to flip me over, tie my wrists down so I can’t move, and fuck me mercilessly. No lube, no prep, just—just slam into me like you own me. Pound into me until I’m screaming, until I can’t think of anything but you stretching me open, breaking me from the inside out.”
Wooyoung’s thrusts turned brutal, the toy clapping wetly against his hips. “You’re begging to be destroyed, aren’t you? Begging for me to fuck you like you’re nothing but a hole for me to use.”
“Yes, sir.” San sobbed into the phone, loud and shameless now. “Spank me, choke me, gag me, use me—make me your fucking toy. I want to be wrecked so bad I can’t walk for days. Please, Wooyoung-ah, please—fuck me until I can’t stand being even a minute away from you.”
Wooyoung snarled, hips pistoning, his voice ragged. “When I get home, baby, that’s exactly what I’ll do. You won’t even remember what it feels like to be empty, because I’ll keep you stuffed with my cock all night. You’re mine to ruin, San. Mine .”
“Baby…” Wooyoung groaned, “if I’m going to imagine I’m really inside you, I need to know what you look like right now. What are you wearing for me?”
There was a pause on the line, San’s breathing uneven. Then his voice, soft and teasing: “Check your texts.”
Wooyoung grabbed the phone with one hand, still fucking the toy with the other. A notification lit up the screen. He opened it—and almost came on the spot.
The picture was obscene. San was on their bed, flushed and panting, wearing nothing but a leather collar around his throat and a pair of black cat ears tilted mischievously on his head. His thighs were spread wide, and between the pale rise of his chest, a thick dildo was pressed snug, glistening with lube. His hand squeezed it tight against himself, the slick toy sliding in the valley of his pecs, shining like he’d already been grinding it against his skin.
The caption read:
San → Wooyoung
“This is all I’ve got until you’re back. Just me, your slutty kitten, collar on, ears up, fucking my chest with a toy and wishing it was you.”
Wooyoung’s moan cracked loud enough to echo against the walls. His free hand shook as he stroked the toy harder, his cock disappearing into San’s molded hole over and over again.
“San,” he growled into the phone, voice breaking. “You’re going to fucking kill me. Collared up like my little pet, stuffing your chest while I’m stuck miles away. Do you know how bad I want to shove the real thing between those pretty tits and fuck you until you’re choking on it?”
San whimpered, his voice trembling. “I want that too, Wooyoung-ah. I’m waiting…. I will wait every night I’ll wear the collar, the ears—whatever you want. Just come home and use me.”
Wooyoung’s breath came in ragged growls, eyes glued to the filthy picture glowing on his screen. “Don’t move, baby. Keep that toy right where it is. I’m going to fuck this mold and imagine it’s your chest squeezing me while you look at me with those ears on.”
Wooyoung’s chest heaved as he stared down at the toy, slick and stretched around his cock. San’s picture burned in his brain—collar snug around his throat, cat ears perched perfectly, that dildo sliding between his pecs like he was waiting for Wooyoung to fuck him stupid.
“Fuck…” Wooyoung groaned, grabbing his phone off the bed. “You want me desperate, baby? You want to know what you’ve done to me?”
Without waiting for San to reply, he flipped the camera, propped the phone low on the mattress, and hit record. The lens caught everything: his flushed cock pumping in and out of the silicone mold, lube glistening, the obscene wet sounds echoing in the room. His hand gripped the toy tight, veins straining in his forearm as he fucked it hard.
He stopped long enough to send the clip.
Wooyoung → San
“This is what your little present is doing to me. Look at me fucking your tight hole, San.”
There was a beat of silence, then the sound of San’s sharp inhale over the phone. A shaky laugh tumbled out of him. “Oh my god… oh my fucking god, Wooyoung. It looks just like me—you’re splitting me open, baby.”
Wooyoung growled low, resuming his thrusts harder, angling so the toy clapped wetly against his hips. “You see this? This is what’s waiting for you when you get home. I’m gonna throw you on your back, slide into your real ass, and ruin you until you’re crying into the sheets. This toy is nothing compared to how tight you actually are.”
San whimpered, voice breaking. “Please—please keep talking. Tell me everything. Tell me how you’ll spank me first, tie me down, make me scream while you fuck me raw. I want to hear it while I stroke myself.”
Wooyoung’s lips curled into a feral grin, his voice a dark rasp. “I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you until you’re pink and sobbing, gag you with my cock so you can’t even beg for mercy. Then I’ll shove you face-down, wrists tied, and pound into your slutty little hole until you forget your own name—until all you can cry is mine. ”
San moaned loud into the receiver, breathless and shameless. “Yes, yes—god, Wooyoung-ah, I’m yours. I’m your slut. Use me, destroy me, just like that toy. Please don’t stop.”
Wooyoung’s thrusts turned brutal, sweat dripping down his chest. He snarled into the phone, “Keep watching, baby. I’m not stopping until I paint this fake little ass full for you.”
The sound of slick, wet thrusts filled Wooyoung’s hotel room as he pounded mercilessly into the toy, his phone angled so San could watch the video loop of him ruining the silicone mold. San’s moans echoed through the speaker, frantic and breathless, each one spurring Wooyoung harder.
“God—San—” Wooyoung snarled, his voice guttural. “I’m so close. You’re going to make me cum all over this fake little ass. Is that what you want?”
“Yes baby” San cried out, voice shaking as if he were right there under Wooyoung’s weight. “Cum inside it like you’d cum in me—fill me up, Wooyoung-ah. I want it dripping out of me when you’re done.”
Wooyoung’s hips snapped violently, muscles flexing as he drove himself deeper, gritting his teeth. His entire body was on fire, every nerve ending tuned to San’s voice. “Then fucking cum with me, baby. I want us to cum together. You stroke that cock, I’ll wreck your toy—don’t you dare stop until I’m filling it up.”
On the other end, San whimpered loudly, the sound of slick movement faint but unmistakable. “I’m so… close— fuck , I’m gonna—”
Wooyoung moaned loud, thrusting deep one last time as his cock pulsed, spilling hot cum into the toy. His body shook, muscles locking as he groaned San’s name, voice raw and desperate.
At the same moment, San cried out, high and sharp, his moans echoing through the phone. “Wooyoung-ahhh—!” The sound of his release carried over the line, sloppy and unrestrained, his breath stuttering as he came hard, painting himself just off camera.
For a long moment, only their ragged breathing filled the air—Wooyoung slumped against the headboard, the toy still clutched in his shaking hand, San gasping faintly through the speaker.
Finally, Wooyoung chuckled hoarsely, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Fuck, baby. You’re insane… sending me that. But god, it really worked.”
San giggled weakly, his voice wrecked but smug. “Told you I’d keep you satisfied. Just wait until I’m back. The real thing will get you all over again.”
Wooyoung’s smirk softened into something tender as he whispered, “Can’t wait, kitten. Count down the days for me.”
By day three, Wooyoung was restless. Work obligations filled his daylight hours, but the moment he returned to his hotel room, all he could think about was San. The toy sat tucked neatly in the drawer of his nightstand, waiting—already well-used, already carrying the memory of San’s voice in his ear.
That night, his phone buzzed. A picture message.
Wooyoung opened it, and his cock twitched instantly.
San, sprawled on their bed, the collar snug around his throat again. This time, no ears—just his flushed, fucked-out expression. His thighs spread wide, a vibrator buried between them, buzzing so hard the sheets were damp beneath him.
The caption:
San → Wooyoung
“I miss your cock. Think you can call me before I cum by myself without permission?”
Wooyoung groaned, running a hand over his face. He locked the hotel door, stripped down fast, and dialed.
The line clicked. San’s voice was already trembling. “Baby…”
“You couldn’t wait, huh?” Wooyoung’s tone was sharp, dripping with authority. He gripped his cock in one hand, thumb smearing precum across the head. “You’re such a needy slut you can’t go a single night without something inside you.”
San whimpered, the vibrator buzzing audibly in the background. “I tried to wait… I swear, Wooyoung-ah. But I keep dreaming about you. I wake up aching. I just want to be filled by you. By my master.”
Wooyoung groaned, sliding the toy mold out of the drawer and holding it up like a weapon. “You want to be filled? Then get ready, kitten. Tonight, you’re going to watch me destroy your pretty little mold while you fuck yourself for me. We’re cumming together again, or not at all.”
San gasped, his voice cracking with need. “Yes—yes, please. Use me. Make me scream for you.”
Wooyoung smirked darkly, slicking himself up and pressing into the toy. “Good boy. Let’s see how many times I can make you cum before I get home.”
Wooyoung kicked the hotel chair back, settling onto the bed with his phone propped against a pillow on video call. The screen lit up with San, already hot and bothered. He was spread wide across their sheets, collar tight around his throat, thighs trembling around the buzzing vibrator wedged deep between them. His lips were parted, cheeks pink, sweat dampening his forehead and chest.
“Goddamn, baby,” Wooyoung groaned, stroking his cock lazily while watching. “You couldn’t wait for me. Look at you—already dripping. My slutty kitten.”
San’s head lolled back, a whine dragging out of his throat. “I tried… I tried so hard, Wooyoung-ah. But I can’t stop thinking about how you’d bend me over, how your cock would split me open. I need it— I need you .”
Wooyoung spat in his hand, reaching for the silicone toy San had mailed. He squeezed lube into it, the slick sound loud enough to make San whimper. “You miss me? Then watch closely.” He pressed his tip against the mold, groaning as it swallowed him inch by inch. “See this? I’m inside you right now. You sent me your ass, San, and I’m going to fuck it raw.”
San cried out, his hand gripping the vibrator tighter as he ground down on it. “Yes—fuck, it looks just like me—oh god—”
Wooyoung snarled, thrusting deeper, faster, until the toy made wet, obscene squelch noises with every snap of his hips. “You hear that? That’s your hole, baby. Your pretty little ass getting fucked from miles away. You’re mine to fuck, even when you’re not here.”
San’s back arched, his chest heaving. “Please—spank me through the phone—tell me you’re spanking me, Wooyoung-ah. Tell me I’m crying while you do it.”
Wooyoung’s voice dropped into a growl, thrusts turning brutal. “I’ve got you over my lap, kitten. Smacking that perfect ass until it’s red and burning. You’re crying, drool on your chin, gagged on my cock while I slap you raw. That what you want to hear?”
San sobbed out loud, his free hand clawing at the sheets. “Yes, yes—fuck me harder, Wooyoung—use me like that.”
Wooyoung angled his hips, slamming harder into the toy until the mattress shook beneath him. His tone sharpened, filthier. “I’ve got you face-down now, wrists tied, gag in your mouth. I don’t prep you. I just shove in and fuck you mercilessly, pounding until you scream. You’re choking on the sheets, begging me not to stop—”
San’s thighs shook violently, his vibrator buzzing so hard it squealed against his skin. “Oh my god—I’m so close—I can’t—”
Wooyoung gritted his teeth, fucking the toy brutally, eyes locked on the screen where San writhed in his collar. “Don’t you dare cum yet. You wait for me. You’re my slut, and we finish together. Stroke your cock, kitten—fast—let me hear you scream my name.”
San grabbed himself with his free hand, pumping frantically, tears slipping down his cheeks. “Please, please, Wooyoung-ah—I’m going to cum—”
Wooyoung’s growl cracked into a roar as his body tightened, cock throbbing inside the mold. “Now, baby—cum for me, fucking cum with me—”
San screamed, his body convulsing, cum spurting across his stomach and chest, the vibrator buzzing violently between his thighs as he writhed. Wooyoung slammed into the toy one final time, groaning San’s name as his release filled it hot and messy.
Both collapsed in the aftermath, panting ragged into their phones. San’s voice was wrecked, hoarse from screaming. “Fuck… Wooyoung-ah… I can’t last the week. I need you inside me for real.”
Wooyoung chuckled darkly, wiping sweat from his brow, the toy still clutched in his fist. “Just hold on, kitten. When I get back, I’ll make sure you don’t sit right for days.”
San whimpered, smiling faintly through the exhaustion. “Promise?”
Wooyoung’s voice was a growl and a caress all at once. “I promise.”
A few days later
San had been dozing on the couch, TV humming quietly in the background, when his phone buzzed. He grabbed it lazily, expecting another teasing text from Wooyoung—maybe another command for how to play with himself before bed.
But what he saw made his stomach drop and his cock twitch in the same heartbeat.
Wooyoung → San
Trip’s over. Got out a day early. Be ready when I get home in two hours.
San blinked hard, rereading the words as if they might change. His chest flooded with heat—excitement, panic, need all at once. Then another vibration lit up the screen.
Wooyoung → San
You’ll wear nothing. Only your collar, your leash, and those cat ears. On your knees at the front door, head down, waiting for me. If you’re not exactly where I want you, exactly how I want you—punishment.
San swallowed hard, his hand trembling around the phone. He whispered to himself, voice cracking, “He’s coming home…” The sound of it alone made his cock stir and twitch like crazy .
He scrambled up, adrenaline racing through him. First—the shower. He wanted to be clean, soft, ready for him. Water scalded San’s skin, but he barely noticed, scrubbing frantically, every thought consumed by Wooyoung’s sharp instructions. By the time he stepped out, he was flushed, towel sliding uselessly down his hips as he hurried into the bedroom.
San opened the drawer where he kept the things Wooyoung had given him: the leather collar, the sleek black leash, the cat ears. His fingers lingered on them like they were sacred, lips parting as his pulse thudded heavy in his chest.
The collar clicked shut around his throat with a sound that made his knees weak. The leash followed, the cold metal clasp snapping into place, the strap trailing down his bare chest to pool between his thighs. Then the ears—sliding into place on his head, tilting forward just enough to make him look innocent and obscene all at once.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and froze. Naked. Hard. Collared. Leashed. Cat ears perched atop his messy hair. His chest rose and fell too fast, his cock already dripping, and he whispered hoarsely, “I look like his pet.”
San lowered himself to his knees by the front door, his palms pressed flat against his thighs, leash draped over them neatly like an offering. He stayed there, still trembling, the cool floor under his knees, the silence of the apartment making every second stretch into eternity.
The sound of keys rattling outside made his breath hitch. His heart pounded in his throat. The lock turned with a sharp click.
The door swung open.
Wooyoung stepped inside, dropping his bag with a thud. He froze in the entryway, eyes widening at the sight before him. San, perfectly still, perfectly obedient, head bowed, ears tipped forward, collar gleaming under the soft light. Waiting.
For a long moment, the air didn’t move.
Then Wooyoung exhaled a laugh—low, hungry, edged with weeks of pent-up desire. “Good kitten,” he murmured, voice curling dark and fond all at once. He shut the door slowly, the sound echoing like a final lock clicking into place. “You actually listened. Naked. Collared. Kneeling for me like you should.”
San lifted his gaze, pupils blown wide, “Welcome home, Wooyoung-ah.”
Wooyoung’s eyes burned hot. His hand shot down, wrapping around the leash, yanking it hard enough to tilt San’s chin up. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to see you like this? How badly I wanted to walk through this door and find my kitten ready to be ruined because they decided to surprise me with their perfectly shaped asshole as a toy?”
San shivered under the grip, whimpering softly. His whole body buzzed with anticipation.
Wooyoung leaned down, his breath brushing San’s lips, eyes never leaving his trembling form. His voice was a promise, dark and lethal: “You’ve made me wait all week to destroy you. Tonight, kitten…” His thumb traced the metal ring of the collar, tugging it hard against San’s throat. “…you’re mine to break.”
Weeks of distance, nights of phone calls, the sight of San waiting naked at the door with his collar and ears—it all boiled over at once. His jaw clenched as a growl rumbled in his chest.
“Fuck this,” he muttered, tugging the leash so hard San gasped. “I can’t wait another second.”
He hauled San up onto his shaky feet, the leash taut between them. San stumbled forward, whimpering at the roughness, but his eyes gleamed—half fear, half desperate excitement. Wooyoung didn’t give him time to speak.
The leash was yanked again, jerking San down the hall. Wooyoung’s stride was fast, heavy, dragging him straight into the bedroom. San stumbled after him on bare feet, leash straining, cock dripping from the sheer intensity of Wooyoung’s grip.
The bedroom door slammed shut. Wooyoung spun, pressing San against it with the full weight of his body, his mouth crashing down on San’s in a messy, feral kiss. Teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and San moaned into it, his arms useless at his sides as Wooyoung held him by the collar.
“You think you can tease me with phone calls and pictures and expect me to take it slow?” Wooyoung snarled into his mouth, yanking the ears so San’s head tipped back. “I’m done waiting. I’m going to fuck you now.”
San gasped, trembling, his thighs clenching. “Yes—please, Wooyoung-ah—use me as you wish.”
Wooyoung growled, dragging San across the room by his leash and shoving him down onto the bed. San bounced once against the sheets, ears tilting forward, collar tight around his throat. He barely had time to catch his breath before Wooyoung crawled over him, caging him in with his body.
“You’ve been mine all week even from miles away,” Wooyoung hissed, grinding his hard cock against San’s bare thigh. “But now? Now I get to feel you. Now I get to fuck you again. My real toy.”
San moaned, back arching, leash taut between them. “Do it. Fucking break me.”
Wooyoung’s hand snapped across his ass in a sharp slap, the sound cracking through the room. San yelped, clutching at the sheets, his cock twitching violently. Another slap followed, harder, then a third, until San’s skin flushed pink and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
“Crying already?” Wooyoung mocked, voice thick with lust. He shoved two fingers past San’s lips, gagging him with the taste of his skin. “Good kitten. Get used to it. I’m not stopping until you can’t walk out of this bed tomorrow.”
San gagged around his fingers, moaning as his hips writhed helplessly beneath Wooyoung’s weight. His muffled voice was desperate, pleading, submissive.
Wooyoung pulled his hand free, spit slicking San’s chin, and lined himself up against San’s hole with no warning. His voice was dark, merciless, vibrating against San’s skin as he leaned close to his ear.
“Ready or not, kitten—your master’s home.”
And with one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside.
Wooyoung slammed into San in one violent thrust, bottoming out before San’s cry had even finished leaving his throat. His back arched off the bed, collar straining against the leash still clutched tight in Wooyoung’s fist.
“ Fuck —so tight,” Wooyoung snarled, snapping his hips forward again. The headboard rattled instantly, the sound of flesh clapping loud and obscene. “Just like I imagined. You really waited for me, didn’t you, kitten? Kept yourself nice and tight for me every night over the phone.”
San sobbed, his body trembling with every punishing thrust. “Y-yes—Wooyoung-ah—didn’t even let myself touch me..only you—”
Wooyoung’s free hand came down hard on San’s ass, the sharp crack bouncing off the walls. San yelped, the sting radiating through his body. Another slap, then another, until San’s ass glowed pink beneath him.
“That’s right,” Wooyoung growled, fucking into him faster, deeper. “You’re mine. Only mine. I don’t care how desperate you got this week—I’m the only one who fills this hole.”
San’s hands clawed at the sheets, his mouth falling open in a scream as Wooyoung’s cock hammered into him. Drool streaked down his chin from earlier, tears spilling freely now as his body shook with the force of it.
Wooyoung leaned over him, pressing San’s knees nearly to his chest, fucking him mercilessly in deep, brutal strokes. The leash strained between them, collar choking tight around San’s throat every time Wooyoung pulled.
“Look at you,” Wooyoung hissed, spitting down onto San’s chest, then smearing it with his palm before gripping his jaw. “Crying like a little bitch while you take my cock. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to come home and fuck you until you can’t breathe?”
San gagged when Wooyoung shoved two fingers into his mouth again, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes as he moaned around them. His body convulsed, cock leaking helplessly against his stomach.
Wooyoung laughed, low and filthy, pulling his fingers free and slapping San’s cheek with them before wrapping them tight around his throat. His grip squeezed just enough to make San’s vision blur, his moan breaking into a choked sob.
“That’s it. My perfect slut. My kitten. You’re going to take it until I decide you’ve had enough. And then?” Wooyoung’s voice dropped, raw and dangerous. “I’m going to fill you so deep you won’t remember what it feels like to be empty ever again.”
San’s scream turned into a broken wail as Wooyoung’s thrusts grew savage, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. His whole body jolted with every slam, collar biting against his throat, leash pulled taut in Wooyoung’s hand like reins.
“I can feel you clenching,” Wooyoung growled through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down his chest. “You’re going to cum just from my cock beating you open, aren’t you? Pathetic. Can’t even last without crying and cumming like a whore.”
San’s voice cracked, desperate, trembling. “Please—Wooyoung-ah—I’m gonna—I can’t hold it—please let me cum—”
Wooyoung yanked the leash harder, forcing San’s eyes up into his. His thrusts turned brutal, punishing. “Not until I’m buried so deep you feel me in your throat. You cum when I do. Understood?”
San sobbed, nodding frantically, his whole body shaking as Wooyoung fucked him without mercy.
Wooyoung’s hips pistoned into San until the sheets were twisted beneath them, sweat dripping down both their bodies. San was gone—crying openly, nails raking red lines into the mattress, drool slick down his chin.
But Wooyoung wasn’t done.
With a snarl, he yanked San off the bed by the leash, flipping them in one swift move until Wooyoung was on his back, sprawled across the sheets, cock jutting up slick and furious. He dragged San down over him, straddling his thighs, leash still taut between them.
“Ride me,” Wooyoung growled, slapping San’s ass hard enough to make him jolt. “Show me how desperate you are for my cock.”
San whimpered, grabbing Wooyoung’s chest for balance as he sank down onto him. The stretch tore a scream from his throat, his body trembling as Wooyoung’s cock split him wide.
Wooyoung’s eyes rolled back with a groan. “Fuck—you feel like heaven, kitten. But don’t think for a second I’m letting you control this.”
His hands shot to San’s hips, fingers digging in cruelly, and he slammed San down hard. The sound of skin on skin, balls to ass cracked through the room as San wailed, his chest bouncing with every brutal thrust up into him.
“Look at you,” Wooyoung spat, sweat dripping down his temple. “Is this what you wanted while I was gone? To be used until you can’t think straight?”
San choked on a sob, his nails digging into Wooyoung’s shoulders. “Yes—fuck yes—I need it, Wooyoung-ah, I need you to mind break me—”
Wooyoung smirked, his eyes dark, and reached down and into his bag. He pulled out and held up the obscene little silicone mold San had sent him days ago.
San’s eyes went wide. “W-what—”
“You bought me this toy to keep me company,” Wooyoung growled, lining the slick opening against San’s flushed, leaking cock. “Now I’m going to use it on you. You’re going to fuck your own hole while I fuck the real one.”
San’s scream cracked the air as Wooyoung shoved the toy down over his cock, the tight silicone gripping him instantly. The sensation doubled—the brutal stretch of Wooyoung’s cock pounding him from below, and the obscene tightness of his own mold squeezing him from above.
“Fuck—oh god—” San’s body convulsed, head snapping back, ears tilting forward as he sobbed.
Wooyoung roared, thrusting harder into him, his hips slamming up with merciless precision. “That’s it. Take it, kitten. Take both. Your real ass clenching around me while your fake one milks your cock. You’re my filthy little pet, made just to be destroyed.”
The sound was obscene—wet slaps from Wooyoung’s thrusts, squelches from the toy on San’s cock, San’s voice cracking into desperate sobs as he tried to withstand the assault.
“I… I can’t—can’t handle it—” San gasped, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Yes, you fucking can,” Wooyoung snarled, dragging him down harder, until San was bouncing helplessly, his cock disappearing into the toy with every brutal slam. “You were built for this. Built to be fucked stupid, double-stuffed, ruined by me.”
San’s thighs shook violently, his body trembling like it might collapse. Drool spilled down his chin as he babbled, voice high and broken. “I’m—oh fuck—I’m your toy, Wooyoung-ah—use me—please don’t stop—”
Wooyoung’s growl vibrated against San’s chest as he bit at his neck, sucking a vicious bruise against the collar. “I’m not stopping until you’re screaming so loud the neighbors hear. You wanted merciless, kitten? You’re going to drown in it.”
And with that, he slammed up into San again, his cock battering his prostate with every thrust, while San’s cock pulsed helplessly inside the mold—each sensation stacking on top of the last, dragging him toward destruction.
San’s cries turned guttural, raw, as Wooyoung held him down and fucked him harder, deeper, until the toy squelched around his cock and his hole spasmed violently around Wooyoung’s.
“Cum for me,” Wooyoung snarled, leash straining in his fist, voice breaking with hunger. “Cum while I tear you apart.”
San screamed his name, body convulsing as his orgasm ripped through him, thick ropes of cum spilling into the toy clenched tight around his cock. Wooyoung’s thrusts turned brutal, savage, until he spilled deep inside San, filling him so hard it leaked back down his thighs.
They collapsed together, San trembling, Wooyoung still buried inside him, toy sticky and spent between them.
Wooyoung smirked up at him, breath ragged, tugging the leash once more. “You survived, kitten.” His thumb brushed San’s spit-slick lips.
San collapsed against Wooyoung’s chest, body limp, cock still twitching weakly inside the sticky, cum-filled mold. He was trembling all over, thighs quivering, collar tugging against his throat with every shaky breath.
“Look at you…” Wooyoung rasped, brushing a sweaty strand of hair off San’s face. “Already a mess. But my kitten doesn’t get to stop just because he came once .”
San whined, shaking his head weakly, but Wooyoung tightened his grip on the leash, forcing his head back so their eyes locked.
“You’re going to give me more,” Wooyoung growled. “You’re going to squirt for me.”
San’s eyes widened, lips parting in a choked whimper. “W-Wooyoung-ah, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” Wooyoung sat up, hauling San with him. He tugged the toy off San’s softened cock, thick strings of cum stretching between the silicone and San’s slit. Wooyoung tilted it, letting San’s own cum drip across his stomach.
“Filthy,” Wooyoung muttered, smearing it down San’s shaft with his palm. “You’re going to fuck yourself again—with what you gave me.”
San cried out as Wooyoung shoved the mold back down over his cock, the sticky, still-warm mess inside coating him as the tight walls squeezed mercilessly. His whole body jolted, overstimulated nerves screaming as his cock twitched violently inside the toy.
“Ah! Wooyoung… it’s.. it’s too much—” San gasped, but Wooyoung was already moving, pumping the toy up and down his shaft with brutal precision.
The wet squelches filled the room, the obscene mix of cum and lube dripping down Wooyoung’s hand as he worked it faster, harder, ignoring San’s desperate whines.
“Look at you thrashing,” Wooyoung taunted, voice sharp, hungry. “You said you were my toy. So I’m using you. I’m going to wring every drop out of you until you squirt all over me.”
San sobbed, his hands clawing helplessly at Wooyoung’s chest, his body jerking with each stroke. His cock was red, swollen, twitching violently inside the mold.
“Fuuuck—I can’t—I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” Wooyoung snarled, grinding his hips up so his cock, still buried deep inside San’s ass, rubbed ruthlessly against his prostate. “Cum again, kitten. Squirt for me. Show me how much of a mess you can make me.”
San screamed, his whole body convulsing as his cock erupted in a violent spasm. Hot, messy streams shot out, splattering across Wooyoung’s chest, his throat, even his jaw. It wasn’t just cum—it was a gush, a squirt, spraying in desperate pulses as San wailed, overstimulated and undone.
Wooyoung laughed darkly, yanking the leash so hard San nearly toppled forward. He smeared the sticky mess across his own chest with his free hand, shoving his cum-coated fingers between San’s lips.
“Taste it,” he ordered. “Taste how filthy you are.”
San moaned around his fingers, sucking them obediently as tears streaked down his cheeks. His cock twitched helplessly in the toy, still drooling cum even as his body sagged, utterly ruined.
Wooyoung bit his lip, staring at the wrecked boy on his lap, chest heaving with satisfaction. “Good kitten. That’s what I wanted. Completely empty. Completely mine .”
The next morning
Sunlight spilled across the bedroom floor, soft and golden, washing over tangled sheets that reeked of sex. San stirred first, sore in every muscle, thighs trembling as he shifted. His body still felt full, stretched, bruised—but safe. Warm.
The weight around his neck reminded him immediately: collar snug, leash coiled loosely across the sheets. He smiled faintly, lips parted, and turned his head toward Wooyoung.
Wooyoung was awake, propped against the pillows, watching him. His hair was a mess, chest streaked with faded marks from San’s desperate scratches, and yet his eyes were calm—hungry still, but softened in a way only San got to see.
“Morning, kitten,” Wooyoung murmured, tugging gently on the leash until San crept closer, curling against his chest. He ran a hand through San’s messy hair, the cat ears askew but still perched there from last night. “Still with me?”
San laughed weakly, voice raw from moaning and crying. “Mhmm.”
Wooyoung tilted his chin up and kissed him—slow this time, deep and lingering, nothing like the brutal fucking of the night before. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to San’s. “I thought about you every second while I was gone. Every call, every picture, every time I used that toy—you were still mine, even from miles away. But now…” He gave the leash another firm tug, dragging San’s face closer, his voice dropping to a dark promise. “…now I don’t ever have to let you go.”
San’s breath hitched, tears pricking his eyes again, though this time from relief. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t ever let me go.”
Wooyoung kissed him again, tasting the plea in his mouth, and then eased him back down against the pillows. His hand slid to San’s marked thigh, stroking gently. “I won’t. You’re collared, leashed, filled, and fucked. My kitten. My pet. My everything. The world can’t take you from me.”
San let out a soft sigh, burying his face against Wooyoung’s chest. The soreness in his body didn’t matter. The mess in the sheets didn’t matter. All that mattered was the steady thrum of Wooyoung’s heartbeat beneath his ear, strong and possessive.
Wooyoung kissed the top of his head, tightening his arm around him, and whispered the last words San heard before drifting back into sleep:
“Mine. Always.”
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