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wonwoo entered the office with a coffee and a pounding headache. served him right for going to club with soonyoung and junhui on a Monday evening, but I guess that's what happens when you are soft for your friends.
He opened his laptop screen and winced while sitting, and wanted to yell at his boss for calling him so early (10 a.m.) in the morning.
“Rough night?” he saw his desk partner, lee seokmin, ask him with headache pills in his hand. Wonwoo nodded and groaned as he took the medicine and lay down on his desk. “I was going to get the dicking of my life yesterday, but fucking hell I got a message at 2 am to come to the office. Why does he hate me…” wonwoo whined while seokmin tried his best not to laugh. “The only thing good about here is the pay. Gotta use those military skills somewhere, right?”
“WONWOO, IS THE JOB DONE? THE OLD MAN IS SENDING ME MORE TEXTS THIS MORNING THAN MY HUSBAND HAS IN AN WEEK!” wonwoo groaned. He wanted the earth to swallow him before he sent a text to his boss’ husband that he will die because wonwoo will snap his bones like a twig. “AND WHERE ARE YOUR FRIENDS? CALL THE FAKE TIGER-”
“THE ONLY THING FAKE IS YOUR WATCH, SIR!” soonyoung yelled from his desk. “I leave the one night I had free to work overtime and my name is being dragged through the mud,” soonyoung mutters while angrily typing on his computer. “Wonwoo, just go to his desk and talk. I should’ve overdosed on alcohol yesterday.” jun pats his back and silently asks wonwoo to get the fuck out of the room, mostly out of love for soonyoung, but also the fact that he was hungover beyond words.
Wonwoo walks to the cabin with his phone in hand and almost shoved it in his boss’ face. He watched it for a bit and handed it back to him.
“I knew you were a professional, jeon wonwoo. Now go write your report…”
Last night…
"did soonyoung threaten you with ending his sentences with horanghae for the rest of your life too?" Junhui asked him when he saw his coworker getting dragged by the wannabe tiger of the unit. Wonwoo nodded and sighed.
It's much better than feeding a stray cat and calling it a night. he probably wouldn't have slept before 3 am, and playing a new video game junhui hooked him on.
Drinks and hangover it is.
It started tame; wonwoo thanked the fact that soonyoung was a lightweight, but he accidentally met eyes with the man he loathed, hated, detested, and all other synonyms possible. He never felt such genuine rage for any living human being than wonwoo held for him.
"Looks like wonwoo isn't the only one having fun here!" Junhui, 2 soju bottles in, exclaimed. Wonwoo bit back the fact that the only reason he came here was to meet his boyfriend because that would end up in a long rant about his boyfriend's pretty eyes and pretty moles.
Maybe this evening was cursed.
Wonwoo grabbed the man he hated and dragged him to the nearest motel. Not before flinging a few bills on his table and flipping soonyoung off for bringing him there.
"not the club bathroom this time?" The golden-skinned boy mumbled against wonwoo's lips while they waited for a taxi. "Don't wanna dirty my clothes, laundry day was a week earlier." Wonwoo pulled his hair and guided his head to his collarbones.
"And not the room upstairs? It is a 5-star hotel..." Wonwoo bit back a groan at the growing pleasure and mentally made a note to buy the concealer his sister bought him to hide his hickeys.
"I'm not spending $100 for one night. All you're going to get is a motel. Tap out if you suddenly have standards." He pushed him against the wall, making the taller of two pinch wonwoo's ass.
"2 months is a long time. Are you sure you didn't fuck someone else all this time?" A honk broke them apart. Wonwoo wanted to throw away the taxi driver for being late.
Wonwoo and Mingyu, like civilized inhabitants of the Korean society, didn't try to fuck in the backseat. Instead, more important things were being discussed.
"Pay for half of the room. I'm short on cash these days." wonwoo nodded and sent him the money instantly. Things like this should be settled before anything happens - like who buys the condoms and who buys the sex toys for the session.
Reaching the motel, wonwoo almost forgot his bag had it not been for mingyu, they rushed to book a room for 4 hours and scampered away to...
well, they went to fuck.
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"God, I hate those pants..." Wonwoo murmured as he was lifted and pushed against the motel room. He arched his back as his eyes rolled back in pain and pleasure. His hands worked on getting mingyu naked, while mingyu removed the elder's clothes. He tugged his pants harshly, tearing the seams in a rush.
"Break my back, why don't you, mingyu, you fucking dick.' Mingyu accidentally tore wonwoo's shirt too hard and buttons flew around like little pearls. He peppered and kissed along his lover's chest. occasionally biting here and there, turning his skin purple.
"I missed your dick, god." mingyu palmed wonwoo through his underwear and laid kisses along his pale thighs. He blinked his eyes in a coquettish manner. All the blood in wonwoo boiled as he saw the man younger than him teasing him so much.
The audacity to wear heels with his outfit??? Wonwoo wanted to fuck his ass into the mattress till he passed out...
"Yeah? Doesn't look like that when you are acting like a cheap whore who can't even do shit properly." Wonwoo pressed his shoes lightly against mingyu's boxers, eliciting a moan from him. "fuck, am I the one who has to do everything?" A pricking slap fell on the younger's face. Mingyu's body shook so harshly, that he swayed to his side.
mingyu visibly gulps before he looks up at wonwoo. his eyes are glossed over with lust, but he looks so innocent, looking up at his lover with those puppy dog eyes of his, that was the reason wonwoo even looked at him in the first place.
"Can I?" he asks.
"Can you what?" wonwoo presses and steps even harder on mingyu's dick, making tears spill out of his eyes. "can…can I suck you off, hyung?" mingyu finally asks, and who is wonwoo to say no?
He threaded his fingers lightly in mingyu's hair and gently led him to this crotch, and suddenly pushed his foot on his dick. Mingyu whimpered as his hips jolted up from the sudden pressure of wonwoo's formal shoes on his dick, rubbing up against it shamelessly while breathing shakily.
"Take off my clothes quick. I don't need slow work from sluts like you." mingyu, with the best of his abilities while being practically restrained by wonwoo's foot, dragged his pants and boxers out completely, and threw them away on the side.
Wonwoo pressed even harder, if it was possible without physically hurting him, and expecting him to let up, but eliciting a low groan from Mingyu's mouth; God, the sight made wonwoo so hard.
”Enjoying yourself a little too much, aren’t you?" Wonwoo rubs his shoe over Mingyu’s leaking cock fast, but soft, in circles, “You like that? Hm? What a filthy whore.” mingyu moaned and almost bucked his hips into wonwoo. the pain was so good, mingyu could come all over already.
Suddenly, as if reading his mind, wonwoo stops all movements and goes to his bag to search for lube and handcuffs. Throwing the handcuffs on the bed, he went to the washroom - probably to prepare himself. Mingyu panted harshly, trying to keep himself stimulated from the ruined orgasm but failed when he looked at his own cock - so spent from the slow and sweet torture.
He crawled towards the bed and massaged his head gently, waiting for wonwoo to come from the washroom, and checked his phone for any messages. He threw the switched-off phone somewhere on the sofa and stretched his legs, knowing it will be an aching and rough night.
Wonwoo returned, with only a tie dangling from his shoulders and the lube bottle opened. He plopped himself on the bed on top of mingyu and tied his lover's eyes with the sleek tie.
"Whores don't have to see who they are playing with, do they?" Wonwoo whispered right behind mingyu's ears, making him shiver and moan. Mingyu kept wiggling and that almost threw wonwoo off his balance and onto the ground. A tight slap flew across mingyu's cheek and he immediately sit still.
"Lay down quietly and eat my ass. You've been eyeing it since I stepped into the club, didn't you?" He nodded as he heard the click of handcuffs and the feeling of something on his face.
Wonwoo restrained his own hands with the ridiculous pink furry handcuffs jun got him as a joke for Christmas with the bedpost and slowly lowered himself on mingyu, making sure not to suffocate him.
Mingyu grabbed his waist and felt wonwoo squeal when he slammed his hips and licked his rim. His tongue is outright sinful and I fucking hate it, wonwoo thought as mingyu kept sucking in on his perineum and alternated between biting and kissing his skin.
Wonwoo tried to jerk forward when his tongue breached his hole, tongue diving deep inside, but mingyu's huge hands kept a tight grip on his hips - so tight, it was probably bruising. Wonwoo threw his head back and moaned loudly, swaying his hips for more pleasure. He tried his best to rub for more pleasure but the big hands refused to let him even wobble.
A hand crept up on his body and pinched his nipple harshly, making wonwoo almost stumble down. He was trying his best not to come by mingyu's tongue alone, and at the moment, it felt difficult to do that.
Just like that, one more lick and-
Mingyu abruptly tapped wonwoo's thigh twice and wonwoo scrambled off his face, catching his breath. he was a bit salty that mingyu tapped out just as he was about to come, but both of their refractory periods were absolute shit and it would take them at least an hour to cum again.
Perhaps that was what sex with him made so much fun - they were too in sync with each other's kinks, even though they had met up only a year ago, with infrequent meetings anywhere from 2 weeks to 2 months. And perhaps the rivalry among them made the sex so good, so, so good.
The 'rivalry' wasn't even an exaggeration - Mingyu was a rich, snobby brat straight out of a romance movie - who was as bad as it gets, and wonwoo - the man was the one who bore the brunt of his nuisances.
one time, when wonwoo was late for a flight, accidentally got spotted by the younger in the airport, and being the sane and sensible person he is, 'accidentally' dropped his coffee on him, drenching him with disgusting caramel latte head to toe.
wonwoo didn't hesitate to drag the younger into the washroom in the airport lounge where all the rich people waited for their flights and choke him with his belt while he fucked his face. mingyu went so deep into his subspace - he almost passed out in wonwoo's lap. it was a good thing for some reason there was a literal futon in the huge cubicles.
what the hell do rich people do???
(and if mingyu apologized by booking a first-class seat for wonwoo while sipping quietly on banana milk wonwoo kept with him for unexpected encounters, then it is not anyone's business. mingyu and wonwoo are... just like that.)
I don't belong to anyone, wonwoo told mingyu that the first time they fucked. they met in a BDSM club, someplace wonwoo went to only if we were emotionally available. and he saw mingyu, one of the main reasons he was fucking tensed all the time, and so the relationship started.
And the second time.
And the third and fourth.
It became a little game, something he’d hang over mingyu’s head. As long as mingyu knew this wasn’t a thing, then he’d get his dick sucked. as long as he didn’t call wonwoo his fucking boyfriend, he’d fuck him until he cried. he made sure that mingyu knew what he was getting himself into, so it’s no one but mingyu’s fault that he ended up here - naked, blindfolded, in heels and now, overstimulated in a random motel room with wonwoo handcuffed above him but he can't do shit.
not like he has a choice.
"Fuck me with your dick, quick." wonwoo quipped from his position, his hands a bit awkwardly bent since he was handcuffed to the bed, but mingyu didn't hesitate to turn around to let wonwoo ride him into oblivion.
if only he could see wonwoo falling apart while he fucked him...
"you slut."
wonwoo's calm and deep voice rang around the room. mingyu stilled in his position - on his hands and legs with his ass pointed upwards towards wonwoo. the heels were creating a dent into the mattress but neither cared about it. it had been a while since he heard this tone.
"do you even know why I called you out?" mingyu slowly shook his head as he tried to remember if he did something he doesn't remember. "you're wearing a butt plug all this time, and didn't even dare to tell me? are you that big of a cockslut? can't stay calm without having someone stuffing you?" wonwoo kicked mingyu's ass unkindly, making him fall flat on the bed.
"get me out of my handcuffs and turn around and lay down. I'm going to punish you for forgetting to tell me about it." mingyu could almost feel the pain being inflicted on him and it made him almost moan in front of wonwoo. he worked swiftly, taking the key from the bedside drawer. as soon as wonwoo's hands were free, he slapped mingyu, making him fall on the bed.
a soft hand choked his throat as another grasped mingyu's hair. “look at you,” wonwoo smiles down at him meanly, thumbs squeezed into the place that blocks the air from getting into mingyu’s lungs, but without using enough force to crush his windpipe. most likely.
“you’re so pathetic.” he gazed into his eyes with anger. how dare he try to lie...
mingyu's eyes fall shut and his focus narrows to the fingers around his throat, the whirls and calluses on them. they do feel soft on the first touch, but the longer he focused, the more he could feel - the tendons having a knot with all the stress, the nails so perfectly manicured at all times, the soft pads of his finger being a contrast to the rest of the hand, giving him a sense of security.
he knows what those fingers feel like the inside of him, taking him apart. he knows what they taste like and how far he can take them down his throat before he gags. he remembers linking them with his own once upon a time, wonwoo’s eyes wild and raw as mingyu leaned down to lick the coke from his top lip and fuck him until they both passed out. wonwoo was so mad at him that day for pulling that stunt.
“hey...” wonwoo’s voice sounds the way people sound when your head is underwater, but mingyu doesn't care what he's saying anyway. mingyu smiles softly and then there’s a sharp, hot, stinging pain fanning across his cheek from wonwoo’s palm.
Suddenly, wonwoo's hands are no longer around his throat, and all at once, oxygen rushes back into his lungs and mingyu’s coming, back arching off the floor as he gasps for air like he's dying. he wants to reach for wonwoo, but he can't.
he made a mistake coming from the pressure alone, and he knows, he knows he will pay for it the entire night. possible well into the next weeks as well...
wonwoo is muttering something above him as he crawls up Mingyu’s chest, the words fucking bitch and stupid whore the only things mingyu can make out before pushing his cock between his lips. mingyu moans in overstimulation and tried to deepthroat as much as he could.
serves the cock-hungry slut right, thought wonwoo. whenever mingyu isn't talking, he looks so good - pliant under his touch but waiting for something to wreck him.
“That's right, take all of it. you're fucking starved for it, aren't you?” wonwoo laughs as he rolls his hips, sliding his cock in farther and using the grip in his hair to bring Mingyu closer until his nose presses against his pelvis. “you can’t get anyone else to fuck you, you bitch? tell me," mingyu forces his eyes open to meet the elder's, "did someone fuck you the way I do these past months?" mingyu tries to shake his head, but can't. wonwoo slides his cock the rest of the way in, not waiting for mingyu to adjust before burying his cock in his throat as if it belongs there - a perfect fit.
the hand in mingyu’s hair holding him still as he starts to fuck his face. the younger boy can feel spit running down his chin, can hear himself making awful retching sounds, and starts panicking at some point, forgetting that he can actually breathe through his nose until Wonwoo slaps him again harshly. he would've probably fallen off the bed at this point, if not for wonwoo being his anchor.
“do not fucking pass out before I come,” wonwoo threatens, stroking mingyu’s reddened cheek as he looks down at him, staring at the way mingyu’s mouth stretches around his cock and tracing it with his fingers. “my god, I forgot how much of a slut you are for this. my cock is literally in your throat, mingyu. do you not feel an ounce of shame? I'm going to fuck you dumb- oh wait, you're beyond that point already.” wonwoo licks his earlobe, tugging at the hoops mingyu is wearing.
soon enough, tears are rolling down mingyu’s cheeks, mixing with the spit and pre-come already running down his face. he can feel Wonwoo’s cock stretching his mouth wide, can feel the ache in his jaw already, his throat being fucked raw, and it's...good. he is a slut for it.
"who's bitch are you?" wonwoo stills for a moment to let mingyu answer. mingyu is trying to say something, his voice sending vibrations up his dick, but it was a trick question - mingyu can't speak with a dick in his mouth.
"what's that?" wonwoo mocks him. he looks so good looking like a dumb little puppy... "jeonghan's bitch? the one with blonde hair?" mingyu is shaking his head fervently, so hard it will ache for the next few days. he tries speaking again, but a slight slap settles him. his eyes are full of tears, he wants to clear his name, but wonwoo's having none of it.
“You dare try to get fucked by someone else?” mingyu’s eyes are gushing with tears, he’s even trying to get away from wonwoo to clear his name, but wonwoo’s vice-like grip doesn’t let him move even an inch from his place. His scalp hurts so bad, but wonwoo can’t help. He feeds from mingyu’s pain, he loves seeing him with tears in his eyes, begging to be understood.
“Did you not know jeonghan is with that jisoo boy? Are you a homewrecker now, mingyu? Is that what you are up to these past few days?” wonwoo mocks, and mingyu taps his thigh thrice, begging to be released. At once, he releases him and mingyu breathes, taking in the oxygen. He was getting light-headed with all the assault on his throat and coughs.
He is so gorgeous… fucked out with his throat purple with bruises… wonwoo could come from the sight alone.
He gently grabs his chin with a single finger and makes him look at him, “you should be happy I'm not in a bad mood, baby. You know what happens to little bitches who don’t listen, right?” mingyu nods. Wonwoo pats his ass and mercilessly yanks out the plug.
“I thought you would be a good little pet and fuck me till I won't be able to walk tomorrow, but turns out the whore can’t think without being filled… should I fuck you? Hmm? Fuck you so hard you pass out while your hole drips of cum?” mingyu moaned at the thought - this wasn’t the first time the plan happened, but every time it gets him so, so horny. All he wants is to be stuffed with dick. Wonwoo fingers him without any lube, and the stretch hurts so well. Wonwoo spits directly onto his whole, and he could feel it sliding inside of him, mingyu really wanted to cum from that sensation alone.
wonwoo pulls him roughly, and mingyu seems to understand immediately as he catches his lips in a fervor kiss, tongues dancing and bodies sticking in a rush to gain friction. he feels his eyelashes fluttering and wonwoo’s hands finding a place on his nape and the small of his back, and wonwoo feels infatuated with mingyu’s pliance.
“You’re a beautiful little pet for me right, mingyu?” mingyu nods as he feels wonwoo’s hands roaming around and touching everywhere, every touch is so electric, it makes the adrenaline pump up. “I’m your puppy, all yours.” mingyu kisses him with such passion, wonwoo stumbles a bit. He blindly grabs his tie and ties it around mingyu’s neck, making a leash to order him around. “I’ll be the only one to play with you like this, you filthy dog. Say it.” wonwoo tightens the hold on the tie, making him pull back and choke. “Say it!” mingyu moans as tears slide down his cheeks.
“All yours.” mingyu licked wonwoo’s back of the ear, softly biting, and making him moan loudly. He drags his big hands across the silky, soft, supple willowy planes of wonwoo’s body, feeling the skin shiver under his touch and wonwoo's hot gasps while grazing the underside of his cock. he moves his other hand to mingyu’s chin, lifting his head to bite his lips softly. He lets go of the tie and grabs it around mingyu’s waist to pull him closer. mingyu whines into it, causing Wonwoo to pull away and look at him with a look of scorn. “Are you going to be a bitch, mingyu?” mingyu whines needily as he tried to appease him by touching wonwoo’s dick.
I’m gonna slap him for touching my cock, god… wonwoo moaned at the sensation.
it's almost funny how wonwoo rewore his glasses because of his blindness and they are now fogging up and how hard both of them are breathing right now. High on power, wonwoo hums, "You'll take my dick so well, huh?" mingyu nods as wonwoo tugs on his tie. “My puppy…” wonwoo moves his knee between mingyu’s legs, the younger’s first reaction to that being to buckle his hips up, grinding yet again against Wonwoo’s leg for any possible satisfaction.
Bitch in heat, is what wonwoo thought as he smirked down at him and moved his leg away once again, not wanting him to do that again. He would rather listen to soonyoung’s whinings for the rest of his life than let mingyu be happy to get an orgasm.
He manhandles mingyu into sitting on his four limbs, ass out and his hold gaping and clenching on nothing - with just a drop of now-dried spit around the skin. “you are going to count to ten for me, like a good slutty puppy, okay?” mingyu nods and wonwoo casually pulls on his tie to fuck with mingyu. Mingyu lets out a cough and whispers ‘yellow’, making wonwoo pout but stopping with the assault on his neck.
I really want to see him pass out while I punish him…
Wonwoo takes off the tie from his neck and uses it again as a blindfold for mingyu. He jumps off the bed and mingyu hears rummaging, probably wonwoo looking for something to spank mingyu till he can’t sit without crying in pain. “My slutty little whore. You’re my favorite puppy to play with.” wonwoo whispers into his ear and that’s when mingyu could no longer feel him anywhere close to him.
But, he does feel leather on his skin, going up from his thighs to his ass. He can no longer restrain his breathing as he waits for the monstrosity to lift and slap down onto his skin, making the skin burn and his head swirl in pleasure. he just whimpers once, when the feeling of the leather rubbing his ass disappears. replaced by that burning sensation that makes his whole body burst into the flames. “Count.” wonwoo orders again, harsh. A slap on his face makes him go still, grounding him and making him focus on the harsh hits that will pepper his skin.
“One.” mingyu’s voice is shaky, not because it hurts. He is so deep in pleasure, the pain doesn’t even matter to him. he feels the slow rubs of the material on his other ass cheek before it comes down again. His body jerks forward just a slight bit and he whines. Wonwoo backhands his face - hard, this time - and mingyu almost falls on the bed. The tie may have heightened his senses, but he wishes to see the look on wonwoo’s face when he sees him crying pathetically.
“Two.” mingyu moans out. the next few hits come down with little to no break in between and mingyu’s ass is hurting. Wonwoo can see the bruises being dark, with every hit being so precise. mingyu knows it’s red and his skin is burning after the fifth slap. he tries his best to count each one, while wonwoo makes no sound except for one deep breath after the last hit.
He feels the leather sliding down his thighs, softly teasing his cock. Mingyu whines again, thinking wonwoo’s going to hit him with it and make him yell. Wonwoo instead pats the cock, but the rough texture is making mingyu go insane with stimulation.
I’m going to make him cry by the end of his session, wonwoo thought and smiled at the writhing mingyu trying his best to hold his position. He doesn’t know that his tie is wet with mingyu’s tears, but it’s really all mingyu’s fault. He is going to make him cry again and again till wonwoo is satisfied.
the next hit of the whip on his butt comes unexpectedly, surprising mingyu and making him jerk forward, hands coming to rub his butt cheeks to ease the pain. An amateur mistake, but his hands get slapped away pretty quickly and a hand creeps up into his hair pulling his head back. He groans as he feels Wonwoo breath down onto his neck, his hair standing up in fear.
“You have the audacity to rub your whore ass while i’m giving you pleasure?” mingyu whines and tries his best not to sound like a little child being told off for not eating cookies before dinner, but he can’t. “count, dumb dog or I’ll start over.” wonwoo’s grip on mingyu’s neck tightens, “and i promise it will be harder than it is now for you, slut.” mingyu feels his throat close up and a burst of tears fill his eyes.
“S-six.” He manages to whisper, voice erratic and ready to cry. when wonwoo lets go of his head, it flops down onto his arm. he moans in pain but wonwoo ignores it, like always. instead, his hand reaches down to rub his ass.
but that is intense and it’s just hurting him more. Mingyu would rather let the leather hit him again than wonwoo rub his ass and make him write in pain. mingyu tries to collect himself, he is scared of messing up and angering wonwoo even further, so he shuts the fuck up for his own sake.
wonwoo’s lips crush onto his and he whimpers into the kiss, allowing wonwoo’s tongue to enter his mouth. as he pulls away to look at mingyu, his face is covered in tears and drool drenching the blindfold and he already looks so ruined, that it makes blood rush to Wonwoo’s crotch. he takes a second to collect himself before he can do anything.
Maybe now he will know not to fuck with me… wonwoo looks at mingyu with a predatory gaze, which makes him want to finger-fuck his ass till mingyu is so beyond the point of comprehension, that he just… falls apart.
“Hyung…” mingyu groans, “please fuck me…” wonwoo made an annoyed face at mingyu, and seeing it, mingyu almost wanted to cry. “I was a good puppy, please please please please please please please fuck me!” mingyu can’t see anything, just mindlessly blubbering to get some pleasure. Wonwoo checked his watch. 3.09 am.
Maybe he can get fucked… or fuck mingyu till he loses his mind…
Wonwoo slaps mingyu to make him calm down and removes the wet tie from his face. Mingyu’s eyes look so fucked out, not a single thought behind those blank eyes. He grabs him and guides him to lay down in the bed and grabs the bottle of lube lying on the floor. He sits on mingyu’s face, his dick just at the entrance of mingyu’s mouth. “Suck slowly…” wonwoo orders and he pushes his head forward, only barely, so wonwoo doesn't get even more bitter with him for trying to move away.
Wonwoo slowly descends lower and mingyu lifts his head up before letting it sink down on wonwoo’s cock. Wonwoo moans out of pleasure as mingyu’s mouth takes in all of him, the tip just slightly hitting the back of mingyu's throat. "that's it puppy," wonwoo mumbles, "so so pretty, sucking me off like a cheap slut. such a good whore of a puppy i have." mingyu closes his eyes and focuses on his sucking.
the pleasure floods his senses, so much that he doesn’t see wonwoo’s fingers, three, already lathered in lube, pushing into mingyu until the younger lets out a moan, sending vibrations up wonwoo’s cock. he involuntarily bucks up, choking mingyu briefly and cutting his noises off. wonwoo laughs, "slut. you like choking on cock that much?"
without a warning, wonwoo pulls his fingers out of mingyu, making him whimper. a harsh slap to his ass quiets him though, wonwoo sighs, annoyed, moving to grab the butt plug mingyu wore earlier. "pathetic little fuck," wonwoo growls, "you like being used like this, huh whore? Need something to keep you full in both your holes, right?" mingyu moaned, that made wonwoo almost cum on the spot. How wonwoo hadn’t already come was an achievement. Wonwoo worked on getting the plug in him, which ripped a sob out of him.
mingyu doesn't respond, which provokes wonwoo to get up from his position to slap him fairly hard and pinch the skin dangerously close to his hole. he jerks, trying to pull his leg away from the pain, before he answers in a hurry, "yes! god, yes, I can't get enough. want more, Hyung. I’m a good puppy, hyung, please." wonwoo laughed meanly. “You like dick so much?” wonwoo then grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed mingyu’s hands behind the back.
wonwoo grabs the chain of the cuffs around mingyu's wrists. he lines himself up behind mingyu and starts off with a ruthless pace from the beginning, burying his cock into mingyu in one go. the latter cries out of surprise and pain, writhing underneath them and trying to move forward. “I asked you a fucking question, mingyu. Jesus, are you that fucked dumb? Can’t even answer a simple yes or no question? Fucking whore.”
"Hyung, yes, yes, yes." mingyu says hurriedly, "please, want your cock, please." mingyu is writhing in pleasure, almost trying to move away from wonwoo because of the fucking. wonwoo grabs his hips and drags him back down onto his cock. "where do you think you're going? i thought you said you wanted this?" mingyu cries out.
with mingyu’s hands immobilized, and his mind too far gone to properly pleasure himself, wonwoo wraps a hand around his cock, rapidly stroking it as he chases his own release. the image of mingyu crying his eyes, and the absolutely broken noises mingyu makes have wonwoo moaning out into the air. Just as he was about to come, he pulled out and reached forward to grab a fistful of mingyu’s hair. he cries out when wonwoo pulls him up by the hair, pushing him down on his cock right when he's just about to release.
"Fucking swallow, you slut," wonwoo threatens as mingyu chokes, "you won't get to cum if you don't." that caught mingyu’s ears. Wonwoo’s hips falter as he cums, hitting the back of mingyu's throat constantly and making him choke violently.
how long it'll take for mingyu to pass out with a cock forced down his throat like this, wonwoo’s mind races at this thought he watches as mingyu resists against the cuffs.
“Are you going to fucking cry, puppy?” wonwoo almost felt confused at mingyu’s behavior. “Good sluts always swallow the cum they get and if they fucking can’t breathe, then they fall. Why are you crying, you whore?” mingyu sobs again. wonwoo gives to finally make mingyu cum. he hears mingyu fucking cry again after taking deep breaths after being choked.
“Shut the fuck up, mingyu. God, its almost as if you don’t want to come only.” wonwoo wastes not a single second waiting for mingyu to get relief and immediately, pushes back into mingyu without caring that the intrusion is hurting the younger. while mingyu cries out, uselessly trying to get away from the pain, wonwoo keeps a strong grip on his hips, using that as leverage to thrust in and out.
wonwoo slides a hand over mingyu’s mouth and thrusts in hard, his fingers gagging the younger of the two. wonwoo picks up the speed and keeps on thrusting harder, pounding screams and tears out of mingyu from the sheer force. wonwoo uses his other hand to push down on his windpipe, making mingyu freeze. mingyu cries out because of the overstimulation everywhere on his body, feeling completely powerless under wonwoo's control, unable to even scream for him to stop anymore. all he can do is lie there and take what wonwoo gives him.
Wonwoo, for the first time in probably forever, cums again, filling mingyu’s ass with cum while mingyu also passes out with the sheer force of his own orgasm. Wonwoo lets mingyu fall down on the bed and sees him moan in appreciation. “Thank you, thank you, hyung. I loved it. I was a good puppy, right?” wonwoo clicked his tongue, wanting to tease the younger more, but decided against it. He just opened the handcuffs and patted mingyu’s head, saying sleep, puppy, and letting the taller boy rest his body.
“You were a perfect puppy. Almost makes me sad to do this…”
The next morning when mingyu woke up, he didn’t see wonwoo but did see banana milk, a glass of water, and a fresh pair of clothes on the bedside table. He grabbed the note sticking to his phone and smiled a bit.
‘Drink water and rest till you can at least walk without showing you got fucked to death. The room is available till evening.
Until next time.
-W’
Mingyu giggled at the note and gulped down the tall glass of water. He gets out of bed and starts getting dressed, scrolling the phone idly.
And if wonwoo is watching it all from a CCTV camera somewhere in his office, then mingyu doesn't really have to know. If mingyu suddenly feels dizzy when he’s just taking off his heels to massage his ankles, then he doesn’t have to know it's all wonwoo’s doing. And if mingyu starts coughing roughly, almost choking himself to death, then he certainly doesn’t have to know that wonwoo was assigned to do that to him. By his own father at that.
After all, jeon wonwoo was a professional.