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Wooyoung ran as fast as it was humanly possible without running into any furniture or doorframes to get to San’s room. Jongho made it pretty clear what San needs and Wooyoung could never in his life decline getting dicked down for good—especially not when he knows for sure that it’s gonna get rough.
When Wooyoung finally reached San’s room after way too much time—three whole seconds—he was not surprised that the door was already standing wide open. He jumped into the room and slammed the door shut behind himself. It was as if he hit another door when the intense smell of dark leather flooded his system. Alpha. With his back pressed to the closed door he looked at San who was sitting on the bed, dark eyes pinning the younger man down.
The room was dead silent and yet so loud with all the unspoken words between them. But instead of talking, both men were fighting some sort of staring battle. Wooyoung didn’t dare to speak first as he already said way too much earlier and didn't want to trigger San yelling at him. But he still didn’t avoid San’s gaze as he knew the other man was testing him.
Even when San rose from his bed, crossing the room looking like a predator confidently approaching his prey, he didn’t avert his gaze and kept up with the aggressive eye contact.
The closer San got to him the faster Wooyoung’s heart was beating inside his chest. It was almost unbearable for him already as he needed San’s hands on him immediately. He needed reassurance, knowing that everything was alright between them and that San didn’t hate him. But apparently San decided that he didn’t deserve it just yet.
Wooyoung almost held his breath when San was finally standing right in front of him. San’s dark leather smell filled up Wooyoung’s whole existence, making him feel kinda dizzy. Without even realising, he was whimmering, desperately yearning for his mate’s touch, which made the other man grin and lick over his sharp fangs that were glistening in the dim light of the room.
Finally San reached out but instead of getting his hands on Wooyoung, his hand hit the wall next to Wooyoung's head with a loud slam. Wooyoung winced, startled by the loud noise right next to his ear, his eyes getting bigger, plush lips falling apart. He could hear San’s nails scratching down the door, next to his body but Wooyoung did not move, frozen in place. Then he heard a quiet click as San locked the door, trapping them both inside. No escape.
Even though Wooyoung was releasing pheromones like crazy, filling up San’s senses with his sweet cherry lip gloss smell, trying to lure his alpha in, San took a step back, away from Wooyoung, placing himself out of reach.
“Put off your clothes, whore,” San snarled authoritatively, leaving no room for discussion.
Wooyoung flinched, his eyes getting bigger in shock. Did San just call him—
“What? You spread your lips and legs wide for everybody that is willing to give you the slightest bit of attention but are still acting shocked when I call you by what you most definitely are, you little slut?” San mocked Wooyoung who was still frozen in place, looking even tinier now with the alpha looming over him.
“I—,” Wooyoung started.
“Did I allow you to speak?” San interrupted the insecure omega.
“N—No! But—,” Wooyoung tried again but it seemed like today was Interrupt-Wooyoung-Day. If he would have taken a shot for every time he got interrupted today, he would probably feel tipsy already.
“The only butt I wanna see now is your tiny, little ass so finally be useful for once and undress before I change my mind.”
Wooyoung shivered, feeling cold all over his body when San averted his gaze, annoyed, turning on his heel to walk back towards his bed.
“Colour?” San asked into the room as if he was trying to select his next wall colour. He didn’t even look into the direction where Wooyoung was standing.
“Green!” Wooyoung said with just a little bit too much excitement in his voice. He desperately wanted to be good tonight, to please San and make it right again so he started undressing just as San demanded. He was busy working on the buttons of his vest with shaking hands when he felt San’s warmth radiating off him as he was approached once again.
“Stupid slut can’t even undress himself,” San mocked him. “I thought you were more experienced with the amount of cock you let other men fuck into you daily. So pathetic!”
When San’s hands finally touched Wooyoung’s body to help him undress, his whole skin was prickling and when they made contact with his bare skin, it felt like fireworks exploding inside his stomach. He felt even more sensitive than ever before.
San's skilled hands worked quickly and Wooyoung could do nothing but stare at his mate and wait for what's about to come, impatience growing in his guts.
A few moments later, Wooyoung found himself standing completely naked in front of San who was still fully dressed. Thinking about their clearly visible power imbalance made his dick twitch excitedly. He loved to be put back into place after acting up and only San knew how exactly to do that and what exactly he needed.
San looked at his bare form with hungry eyes, scanning every inch of skin to imprint Wooyoung’s body on his retina until his eyes came to rest on Wooyoung’s already leaking cock. “Excited much?” San grinned devilishly and Wooyoung nodded vigorously.
“Tsk, I didn't even do anything and yet you're already leaking out of,” San’s eyes dropped lower to Wooyoung's thighs, “every hole. You want my cock so bad, want me to fuck you into oblivion and make you cum until you pass out but I tell you what,” his eyes found their way back up to Wooyoung's and his gaze felt even more intense than before—firm and mean. “You won't cum today.”
Wooyoung gulped and blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. He couldn't mean that, right?
“After what you did today, you don't deserve it. You only have one purpose anyways,” and before San could explain what that purpose might be, he jumped forward, his hand closing around Wooyoung's throat, pushing him back a few centimetres until his back crashed against the hard wood of the door. Wooyoung gasped surprised and struggled to get air into his lungs as his respiratory system was constricted by San’s firm grip as well as his hungry mouth sealing Wooyoung's lips.
Wooyoung mentally slipped away as soon as San's hot tongue pushed into his heat. Suddenly the world felt like cotton candy with San's full weight pressed against him, letting him no space to move, to breathe, to be. He felt like he was melting into San, moaning hoarsely into the other man’s mouth, drool running down his chin because his body lost all functionality, except—
When San's other hand slid between their bodies and got a grip on Wooyoung's painfully hard dick, he nearly came on the spot, pure bliss running through his veins. He would have screamed but San's mouth pressing on his own muffled the sound.
Suddenly the grip on his throat loosened only for San to thread his hand into Wooyoung's hair while San's mouth now kissed the corner of his mouth, giving him back more room to breathe again. Wooyoung gladly accepted the earned present that was oxygen by gasping for air, his body desperate to fill his lungs with fresh air. But the break didn’t last long as San pulled on Wooyoung's hair to make him bare his neck, giving San full access to his scent gland and he didn't waste one single second as he started scenting Wooyoung thoroughly, drowning him in dark leather. It wouldn't be surprising if their mixed scents would fill the hallway even through the closed door.
Wooyoung lost every sense of himself. His body was only standing upright because San's body pinned him against the door. He didn't even notice San's other hand making his way to his ass. Only when suddenly two fingers at once slipped into him, his body started trembling and he didn't hold back to press out a loud moan as he started to see stars in front of his closed eyes.
“Fuck, you're so dripping wet, Woo,” he heard San distantly moaning against his neck, not even noticing how the Alpha switched out of character for a second. “I don't even need to prep you.”
“Just fuck me already,” Wooyoung whined, tears filling his eyes because he was that desperate and couldn't take it any longer. The fingers inside of him weren't nearly enough. He needed more. He needed to get split wide open by San’s skilled cock. “Make me yours again. Please!”
He screamed about the sudden loss when San removed the fingers from his ass while the hand on his head pushed him down brutally. His knees gave up automatically and he fell to the floor, upper body only held upright by San’s hand in his hair.
“Don't give me fucking orders, you stupid slut! Who even allowed you to talk?” San yelled at him.
Kneeling on the floor, Wooyoung's head was now on one level with San's crotch. He could see a visible bulge underneath the fabric of his mate's smooth pants and his mouth automatically started producing too much saliva that dripped out of his gasping mouth, anticipating to get filled.
San worked quickly to unzip his pants and pull out his aching dick.
“Guess I need to stuff your filthy mouth to make you stop fucking talking. Open up, slut!” San commanded and there was nothing that Wooyoung would rather do than to get his mouth stuffed so he gladly opened up wide, sticking out his tongue as far as he could to welcome in San's cock. He looked up through his tear stained lashes only to find San's gaze on him, making him feel butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks blush as he realised what kind of vulnerable position he was put in.
San grinned sheepishly and thrusted forward into Wooyoung's wet heat, groaning loudly when Wooyoung engulfed him. He left the other man absolutely no time to accommodate his thick cock.
Wooyoung's mind went completely blank as soon as San's cock hit the back of his throat, happy to finally have at least one hole stuffed full.
He loved sucking dick, loved his throat getting abused by the other members whenever it was needed as he trained off his gag reflex a long time ago. It was convenient and the action of getting his mouth fucked was not only filling but also fulfilling for him.
Wooyoung's mouth went slack as San pumped his dick in and out of him brutally while holding his head in place, giving Wooyoung no space to move. He was completely at San’s mercy and felt hot tears running down his cheeks as his body was getting abused in the most pleasant way he could ever imagine while more and more slick was dripping down his legs onto the floor, building a tiny puddle of pure cherry lip gloss.
“Fuck! You were made for this, weren't you?” San groaned in-between his thrusts.
Wooyoung just hummed in response, knowing the vibration of his throat would drive San insane and as expected San moaned for him, filling Wooyoung with pride. He was good.
Or at least that’s what he thought until suddenly San pulled himself out, robbing Wooyoung of his delicious treat. San’s one hand was still in Wooyoung's hair while the other hand was now gripping his wet, hot dick that remained connected to Wooyoung's mouth with one single thread of saliva.
Wooyoung looked up, questioning what made San stop and saw the other man’s gaze grow even darker, wearing a smug smile on his lips. Wooyoung could see that the other man just made up his mind. He didn't know what San’s new idea was so he just looked up, cutely batting his wet eyelashes, trying to look innocent when in reality his face was wet from all different kinds of fluids, almost no dry patch left as his tears and saliva as well as San's pre-cum stained his skin.
“Cockdumb bitch,” San mumbled and slapped his angry red cock against Wooyoung's cheek which made him gasp as he did not expect that action from his mate. “You’re a fucking mess leaking from every hole god gave you. Why are you even crying like that?”
Wooyoung bit his lower lip to muffle a moan when San's cock hit Wooyoung's other cheek. And if his cock twitched in response, leaking more pre-cum, who could even blame him? He even leaned in to receive another cock slap on his face.
“Look at you little whore even enjoying getting hit like that if it only meant you got my attention,” San snorted, amused by Wooyoung's responsive body. He bent down, his hand moving out of Wooyoung's hair down to his chin, tilting it upwards so he would meet San's eyes. San grinned and put his thumb in Wooyoung's mouth, pressing it down on his tongue.
“Open wide,” San demanded and Wooyoung was eager to follow, trying to suck in San’s thumb, his tongue dancing around the digit. But San removed his thumb quickly, leaving Wooyoung confused about San’s intentions.
“Pathetic slut,” San's dark voice hit him.
Even though San called him names countless times already, this time it sounded intentionally harsh, mean even and for Wooyoung it felt like a verbal hard slap in his face.
When San opened his mouth again, looking down to his confused mate, it wasn’t to call him even more derogatory terms. No, San found another way of both humiliating and arousing Wooyoung even more.
A big glob of foamy spit ran down San’s bottom lip, slowly making his way down to hit Wooyoung’s hungry mouth. The taste of dark leather hit his tongue and he could feel San’s spit making his way down his throat slowly.
“Swallow,” San ordered, pushing Wooyoung’s jaw shut.
Wooyoung naturally did as he was told, his Adam's apple bobbing while he swallowed down San's fluid like it was the most delicious treat that ever has been offered to him. As soon as his mouth was empty once again, he opened it wide, ready to receive more treats from San. Even if he would only get San's spit, it was still a hundred times better than having nothing of him.
But San seemingly lost interest over Wooyoung being too eager to please him as he stood back up, removing his hands from Wooyoung's aching body once again, making the younger man shiver.
Wooyoung whined, wanting more of San, whatever that would mean. He wanted everything and more, couldn't stand being left alone, all by himself. New tears filled his eyes as the thought of San leaving him filled his clouded mind.
“Are you thirsty or what?” San looked down on Wooyoung with his mouth still wide open for him to give more. “Well no wonder considering the amount of tears you're spilling.”
Instead of San feeding Wooyoung his own saliva, he once again had other things in mind as he closed his hand around Wooyoung's throat to pull him upwards. Wooyoung gasped, his body trying to comply, but he was so wobbly on his legs, his knees almost giving up on themselves, so San had to support him by holding him by his tiny waist.
“I didn't even fuck you good and yet here you are already all fucked up,” San mocked him, holding Wooyoung to his body to support him. “What a useless bitch.” San's hot breath hit him as he whispered the insult right into Wooyoung's ear, a careless moan leaving the omega’s mouth as the only words his brain could process were ‘I fuck you good’.
San just grinned at him and without warning spinned him around. His bare chest got squished against the cold wood of the door when his back was pressed against San's clothed body, heat seeping through the fabric into his skin. Wooyoung moaned both in surprise and in excitement.
“I want you to be as loud as you can, you little bitch,” San's dark voice hit his ear, lips brushing against his earlobe as he spoke, “and don’t you dare hold back!”
San's hands squeezed his ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks apart. The sound of a big drop of slick escaping Wooyoung's gaping hole, dripping down onto the wooden floor, could be heard in the room. The omega, embarrassed about himself, quietly moaned against the door in anticipation, his hole fluttering.
“I want everyone to hear how you are mine,” San growled possessively.
“Yours,” Wooyoung pressed his ass backwards towards San invitingly, making his back arch into the touch, impatiently waiting for more.
“What did you say, slut?” Wooyoung could feel San's grin against his neck.
“Yours!” Wooyoung gasped, voice all raspy from the previous abuse of his throat. He needed everyone to know, so his voice grew louder as he continued. “I'm only yours, Alpha! Yours only!”
“My what?” San asked again, pressing one leg between Wooyoung’s, pressing him harder against the door as if he wanted to squeeze out the answer from him.
“I'm your bitch!” Wooyoung moaned, rubbing himself against San’s cladded leg, seeking friction. “I’m your slut! Alpha’s little toy!”
“That's right!” San whispered into his ear, voice matching his scent—dark and leathery. He placed a rewarding kiss on Wooyoung’s scent gland while his arms closed around him.
Wooyoung squeaked in surprise when San lifted him up a few inches against the door. And then finally he could feel the head of San's hot cock pressing against his aching hole, leaking even more slick to welcome his alpha at the place he belonged.
Even though he perfectly knew what was coming, he screamed bloody murder when San pushed inside. It burned as his spit on San's dick already evaporated, making him completely dry which didn’t make the slide easier. Thankfully Wooyoung was so unbelievably wet that San’s dick was soaked in no time so he didn’t really hurt him. The alpha still groaned loudly while pushing further and further inside until Wooyoung could finally feel San’s pants on his ass as he bottomed out.
The realization suddenly hit Wooyoung again. San never undressed. Thinking about getting railed by a fully dressed man, only his dick pulled out of the fly made fireworks explode in front of Wooyoung’s closed eyes that were rolling inside his skull. A hot tingling ball of pleasure formed inside his stomach when San's skilled dick hit his prostate and it was another miracle that Wooyoung didn’t cum right away. San knew Wooyoung inside and out—literally—and he knew how to ruin him for good.
“You’re so tiny,” San grunted while hammering Wooyoung against the ruttling door with his dick slamming inside the small man. “Come on! Let them know who's cock fills you best!”
Wooyoung moaned obscenely with every new thrust against his prostate, drool running out of his open mouth as he was not able to control his normal body functions anymore. It was even hard for him to breathe properly—not when he was squished between the door and San who was currently rearranging his insides, making the door shutter with every single powerful thrust.
He was pretty sure that they could be heard in every single room of the house and that knowledge seemingly didn’t only fire him on even more, San’s thrusts also grew stronger and faster over time. If Wooyoung’s whole existence wasn’t filled with San at the moment, making his brain unable to think about literally anything else, he probably would be concerned about the door breaking down.
San's breathing got more and more shallow and Wooyoung noticed the tension rising in the other man's body as he was chasing his climax. He contracted the muscle of his filled hole to make it even tighter for San, wanting to be a good slut for his alpha.
“God damn!” San yelped in response and slowed down gradually. “How can you be so fucking tight when you're getting everybody's dicks stuffed inside of you every day?”
Wooyoung whined and started crying when suddenly San slipped out of him, his feet making contact with the floor again. San’s body was still pressed against his back but he was empty. He can't be empty!
“Stop crying and get on the fucking bed!” San exclaimed, playing annoyed.
San stepped away from him so Wooyoung could try to do what he demanded. But when he turned around, facing the room again, his knees instantly gave up as San's body wasn't there to keep him upright anymore. Wooyoung cried out loud but San was already there to catch him before he could fall and hurt himself. As if he already knew what would happen.
“Pathetic,” San mocked him, manhandling Wooyoung before the younger man could even react.
He didn't even realise what exactly happened and how because San was just so quick to throw the tiny omega around, that his fucked out brain couldn’t follow along. Suddenly his back hit the soft mattress of San's bed and the alpha was on top of him. He took Wooyoung’s legs to fold him in half just to slide back in.
More tears filled Wooyoung's eyes, making his vision blurry as he was happy to be filled with all of San again. His back arched off the bed in pleasure and his moans filled the room once again. He felt ecstatic.
“I'm gonna fill you up so good,” San groaned against Wooyoung's ear, hot breath brushing against the younger man's neck, while the alpha continued slamming inside him again and again. “Gonna get you pregnant so everybody can see who you belong to!”
“Yes! P—Please,” Wooyoung moaned loudly in response. “Fill me with your pups!” He screamed as he felt his climax rising when San hit his prostate especially hard but he kept trying to push it down as his alpha did not allow him to cum.
“I'm close,” San moaned, his thrusts getting more and more uncoordinated as he lost control over his body. “Fuck! Wooyoung!”
Wooyoung squeezed his inner walls as hard as he could to make San cum inside. “Knot me, alpha,” he whispered between hot moans which made San finally lose it.
With a few more thrusts San's knot locked him inside of Wooyoung and he painted the omega's inner walls white while his sharp fangs broke the skin of Wooyoung's bare neck, marking him. Wooyoung's screams filled the room as he felt San's juice pumping endlessly inside him. Pleasure rolled over him as he couldn't keep his own climax under control anymore. White ropes of hot cum shot between their bodies as Wooyoung came untouched, triggered by his mate's own climax. Wooyoung didn't even realise what exactly happened to him as his vision turned black. He fainted.
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Wooyoung felt something cool and wet on his forehead. He could hear the sound of a voice somewhere in the distance but white noise overshadowed it so he couldn't clearly hear what was said. Everything felt like cotton. Did he fall asleep?
He tried to wiggle his toes to regain the power over his own body. It sent a tingling feeling through his body. Spoken words became more and more clear as his soul re-entered his body.
“Wooyoung!”
Somebody was shaking his body. He groaned as a reaction and tried to open his eyes. His vision was blurry but he could make out the blurred outlines of a person that could be San.
“San?” Wooyoung tried using his voice. It was quiet, raspy and he felt like the sound didn't even belong to him.
“Wooyoung!” He could see the person above him yell. His vision turned clearer with every passing second so he could finally approve that it was San indeed.
“Hold me,” Wooyoung whispered, making weak grabby hands as his body finally did what he wanted.
San crashed down on him, squeezing him into a tight hug. The younger man could feel a wet sensation on his neck where San pressed his face into. When Wooyoung gasped for air in San’s tight embrace, the other man immediately loosened his grip, holding Wooyoung more gently.
“Oh my god, Wooyoung!” San cried against Wooyoung's neck.
“What happened?” Wooyoung asked quietly. He was confused about the whole situation he found himself in right now, with San crying on him. The last thing he remembered was—
San pushed himself up a bit to be able to look Wooyoung in the eye. He scanned Wooyoung’s face and Wooyoung suddenly realized how scared and worried his mate looked. It somehow looked like he saw Death or something.
“You fainted when we both came!” San’s voice wavered.
“Oh—”
“Oh? That's all?” San freaked out. “I was fucking scared to death!” He tried wiping away the tears that kept running down his cheeks uncontrollably.
“Guess you fucked me into heaven,” Wooyoung snickered, a weak smile forming on his face as he tried to lighten the mood.
“You little—”, San started but Wooyoung’s smile calmed him down. “Guess I did,” San tried to smile, glad that Wooyoung was not dead. If the younger man could make stupid jokes again already, it can't be that bad. “Can you sit up a bit? You need to eat and drink something, my dear.”
“Help me?” Wooyoung asked.
With San's helping hands, Wooyoung was able to sit up, his back now resting against the headrest of the bed, while San handed him a bottle of water and a protein bar. It was strange that the food was so conveniently placed on the small table next to the bed, easy to reach, but Wooyoung didn’t question it further for his own goods as it seemed like he was out for quite a while.
Wooyoung's energy started to come back as soon as he took the first bite of the sweet chocolate protein bar. He felt the sugar flowing through his veins and felt coming back to his normal self.
San didn't leave his side for just one second, his warm hand resting on Wooyoung's thigh while his gaze remained fixed on him. He still looked somehow worried, Wooyoung might slip away again. But he didn’t.
“Do you feel better?” San asked in his soft voice, his thumb wiping away a wet patch where Wooyoung spilled some water on himself while gulping down the whole bottle of water.
“Yeah,” Wooyoung nodded, smiling at San. “I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you.”
“Sorry for fucking you into heaven,” San giggled, happy about having his mate back.
“Oh shut up!” Wooyoung hit San's arm lightly, joining the laughter. “You're so full of yourself!”
“No,” San grinned, “actually you were the one that was full of myself!”
“Choi San, you are insufferable,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes, amused.
“Stop pretending you don’t like it,” San placed a kiss on Wooyoung’s forehead while getting up. “Can I carry my princess to the bathroom so we can take a bath together?”
Wooyoung just stretched out his arms in response so San lifted him up, carrying him bridal style to the bathroom while Wooyoung was giggling, kicking his feet over the princess treatment San gave him.
San spoiled the omega with sweet kisses all over his body and soft-spoken words of love while cleaning him thoroughly. After he changed the sheets, they just cuddled up against each other and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows.
The tough conversation can wait for the next day.
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