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Wooyoung didn't have any close friends or family, he couldn't count on anyone, so he worked whenever he had the opportunity since it was the only way to make ends meet. All the friends he had were from high school and most of them were long gone with their own lives now.
He usually enjoyed working the night shift, but with recent killings scattered all around the country, he found himself becoming increasingly paranoid. The killings were carried out at random at various times and locations, rendering it impossible for investigators to track down the killer, known as C.S, because of his macabre gimmick in which he carves his victims' initials into their wrists.
The town next to Wooyoung's was the place of the most recent murder. A small quaint town on the outskirts of the countryside, like his. But, as cruel as it appears, Wooyoung found some comfort in the fact that it wasn't in his.
Still, it was frightening nonetheless, not knowing his next move.
The only advice investigators had given frightened locals was to stay inside at night and lock their doors, but Wooyoung didn't have that luxury tonight. He could only pray and hope for an uneventful night.
But he still wanted to work in order to save money for the summer and medical bills. Plus, how likely is it really for a serial killer to get him of all people?
Since the store closes at midnight, he wouldn't be able to clock out for another 45 minutes.
Why are we even open?
Wooyoung appreciated having the extra change in his pocket, but nobody typically went to a flower store this late in the day anyway.
“More details about the Killer, identified as C.S, have emerged. His most recent victim was a young woman named Kim Yihwa. Discovered in the streets of Daegaya-”
With a sigh, Wooyoung turned off the small, outdated television that illuminated above the counter. Given his anxiety, that's the last thing he wants to hear right now. Just thinking about the murderer made the boy nervous and agitated.
He was hoping that no one would come in during his shift. He didn't anticipate any visitors this night since, like the rest of the nation, people in his town were afraid to leave their homes.
To Wooyoung's surprise, a small tune came from the storefront, indicating that a customer had entered. Wooyoung quickly straightened his hunched back to appear more professional, attempting to focus his attention on the source of the sound. The individual's steps approached the counter, each step becoming exhaustingly slower, almost mockingly so.
Wooyoung finally heard a man speak. A gentle, "Hello," in a thick, smokey tone, Wooyoung could distinguish a faint grin from his speech, stirring the air.
"Welcome to Ruby Floral! How may I assist you? Is there anything you’re looking for in particular?" Wooyoung mused, polite and welcoming, a bright grin on his face despite his surprise at the unexpected customer.
"What's your name?" The man questioned.
"Oh, I have a name tag," Wooyoung answered lightly, referring to the name tag on his chest, to raise the unexpected tone drop in the air. "But… since you asked, it's Wooyoung."
The man arched his brow, studying the boy's nervous features.
“Nice to meet you Wooyoung. I’m San.”
Something is off, so off. Unfamiliar yet distinct, leaving Wooyoung with a sinking feeling of dread.
Wait. Daegaya. That’s My town.
A long period of stillness followed. Tensions growing between the two. Wooyoung's heart pounding rapidly, loud enough for them both to hear.
"Please, how may I help you,"— Wooyoung speaks but is cut short, feeling large hands wrap around his torso, as he was quickly hauled from over the counter, knocking a few pots over in the process.
Wooyoung gasped in shock, straining against the man's grip and slowly freeing himself. Once he managed to break away from San's grip, he reached out and grabbed whatever was near.
Before he could act, the stronger figure hauled Wooyoung up, the delicate vase slipping from Wooyoung's hands, shattering against the concrete as his body was draped over San's shoulder.
"Oh for fuck's sake, could you stop making this harder for the both of us?" San huffed before carrying him for a few more minutes till they arrived at a dark van, shoving the boy onto the frigid leather inside.
Wooyoung swallowed hard and deep, knowing he couldn't do anything.
“Please!”—
The man interrupted, yanking the boy up by his hair, “Be quiet. This is your final warning.”
Wooyoung springs from the bed before being yanked back by restraints. San waits for Wooyoung to awaken and process before approaching him, as he does not want to scare the boy too quickly. He was only a few steps away when the boy began to wail high-pitched moans, thrashing around.
San had been sure to restrain every part of him… his arms, wrists, and ankles forcing the boy open in front of him. Wooyoung pulls and grunts but it’s no use.
“Good morning,” San sings in a low voice and the boy freezes as he comes closer.
"Who are you?" Wooyoung questions bluntly.
"Surely you have a clue?”
San asks, eyebrows cocked as Wooyoung shakes his head no.
"Well, you’ll remember soon."
"Are you gonna…kill me?"
The man chuckled at Wooyoung's reaction, shaking his head before climbing into bed.
“No, baby I’m not gonna kill you. Well... I don't think.” He hums lightly, iching closer to the boy.
"I only want to play," San says, singing play in a mocking playful manner, caressing the boy’s soft tanned skin.
Wooyoung whimpers.
"Then-what does that mean?"
"I don’t know yet."
San's lustful eyes roamed over the boy's bare figure.
“But I plan on having as much fun as possible.” He purred into the boy’s ear, pecking him at the peak of his cheekbones.
Wooyoung's eyes welled up with tears as he struggled against the scratchy rope around his wrists.
“Now, now, stop that.” He wipes his face as Wooyoung sniffs, coughing wetly.
“Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I’ve got no one to tell! No one will know. Please let me go, I won’t tell any”—
“That’s enough, Wooyoung.” San says sharply, the boy stills at the use of his name.
San takes the frightened boy by the chin and holds him tightly as he continues to fight against the restraints. "Enough already. This is your final warning. You won't want it, Wooyoungie, but if you don't behave, I'll have to force you. Trust me."
San starts sucking marks into Wooyoung's skin. Sending jolts of electricity straight down to the boy's cock, his body jerking and writhing underneath him as he tried desperately to keep his moans quiet.
The blonde getting increasingly excited from Wooyoung's soft faint moans. He could tell the boy was stifling his moans, but this just spurred San. He wanted to ruin the boy. He wanted to hear more of his lovely sounds.
Wooyoung sobbed pitifully, as San kissed down Wooyoung's chest, his warm tongue brushing over his brown nipples, savoring the boy's tanned skin.
“Please," he begs, tears spilling over his cheeks. “Don’t do this, please.”
San's focus returns to Wooyoung's face. "Enough with the theatrics baby."
Wooyoung was a mess. His cheeks were flushed from the continuous tears, shaking his head and whimpering as the blonde man continued his assault.
San traces a slick circle with his tongue on Wooyoung's brown nipple, his hand occupied by fondling the other. His fingers getting to know the boy's small buds, pinching and tweaking them so hard, making the boy yelp.
San hums as he carefully peels his shirt off his head, tossing it on the ground, showing the firm ridges of his chest and stomach. San turns to his other nipple, his digits replaced by the ring of his lips, chewing on the erect nipple while his hand pinches and tugs the other.
The blonde continues to suck and bite Wooyoung's now red-irritated nubs, tongue flicking and teeth scraping the fragile skin until the boy is shrieking in pain on the mattress.
“You’re all pretty and pink here.”
Wooyoung doesn't realize he's drooling until a warm stream of saliva trickles down his chin and settles in a little puddle on the sheets, darkening the linen. San's tongue follows the drool up to Wooyoung's lips, guiding it back into his mouth with a slow, deep kiss.
“So sweet baby. I could taste you forever.”
San licks Wooyoung on the lips one more time before sitting up straight, relishing the scene below him. San marveled at the boy's reddened nipples and glistening tan skin as Wooyoung tries to hide himself by closing his legs, but because San isn't between his legs, his tiny cock is on full display for the man, hard, stiff and angry and begging to be touched.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty down here,” San coos at the boy's little member, teasingly caressing the tip with his palm, smearing the boy’s pre-cum around the head of his cock.
Wooyoung squeezes his eyes shut in frustration as he thrashes at the sensation.
“No!”
"Remember what I said about resisting?" San inquired, his palm smacking onto the boy's angry cock, prompting the boy to leap up in pain and cry out in pain at the rough action.
“H-hurts!” Wooyoung cried as another slap landed on his cock, trying to pull his legs to block the hard smacks.
“Then be good.”
San grasped his jaw and pushed two fingers inside, forcing his mouth open. He rubbed his fingers on Wooyoung's tongue, pushing them down his throat and coating them with saliva. Wooyoung nearly choked, until San finally removed his fingers. He pushed his spit-coated fingers inside Wooyoung's hole, skirting around his rim.
Wooyoung sobbed as he was stretched. And Fuckkkkk—
San fucked aggressively, sliding his fingers around and pressing on Wooyoung's sensitive nerve, causing him to shudder.
When San leaned in, stroking his tongue across his slit, still fingering his hole, Wooyoung trembled, moaning in pleasure. Wooyoung's head clouded up in confusion as he tried to ignore the pleasure of the man’s mouth.
Small whimpers and gasps escaped from the boy's delicate lips as he felt the man's warm mouth wrap around his member. When San had had enough of the teasing, he swallowed Wooyoung's length whole and sucked. Which was not hard given how small Wooyoung was. Wooyoung nearly wailed as he nipped his sensitive cockhead.
Wooyoung felt a sense of humiliation permeating his body as he realized he was already getting close.
“No- no please!”
San persisted, circling his tongue and squeezing his throat up and down around his dick. Wooyoung made an effort to hide his ecstasy as he was close to cumming down San's narrow throat.
Wooyoung squirmed on the sheets, mumbling nonsense.
San hummed around his cock, pressing into the same spot again and over again, causing Wooyoung to tremble, gasp, and whine, his fists clenched above his head.
“Ah! No no no! Please don't-”
“Don’t be like that baby. Come on, cum for me. Be a good fuckdoll.”
San took hold of his cock and stroked him forcefully, curling his finger up without warning, repeatedly hitting his prostate while whispering dirty things into his ear. Wooyoung came quickly, white spurts marked his soft skin as he let out a loud moan, his back arching into a deep curve.
“Ahh!”
Wooyoung's high had finally worn off, but San didn’t stop. San's fingers curled within Wooyoung the entire time, pumping his cock with his other hand.
He slipped two fingers into and out of Wooyoung, and then a third, a cruel grin on his lips as he stroked his cock even faster than before.
Wooyoung's legs trembled, unable to handle the torture of oversensitivity after recently orgasming. "No more! No more please-" he muttered, his words slurred as he shook all over, tears running down his cheeks.
“But I'm having fun, Toy.”
"No, no, no, it hurts-"
“Take it.”
Wooyoung sobbed, his hole puckering hopelessly, his cock twitching and hardening anew despite the pain, his body surging with too many sensations at once.
San watched as Wooyoung writhed and wept as his cock filled up, completely hard once more, his body straining itself up to another orgasm despite the pain of being overstimulated.
San slid a fourth finger inside Wooyoung's hole, stretching and opening him up even more, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the gland inside him that caused him to burst apart at the seams, goosebumps springing over his sweaty skin.
“I can’t- I’m gonna-” Wooyoung inaudibly screamed before breaking down once more as his cock began to leak a small amount of cum.
San drew his fingers out of Wooyoung's gaping hole, his own cock twitching at the sight of the boy, fully spent and drained, swollen lips apart and gasping loudly as he came down from his high.
San unbuckled his belt as the boy settled down from his high, yanking his jeans and underwear off together, tossing them onto the floor near his shirt.
San purred lightly, shifting to a more comfortable kneel closer to Wooyoung. Wooyoung whimpered in defeat as the man's hard length brushed against his hole, eventually pushing inside.
“Fuck. So tight!” San gasped, sinking inside Wooyoung and grabbing his thighs with both hands.
San's grip tightens on Wooyoung's hips into something that will surely bruise, as his pace grew erratic. His hips worked their magic as Wooyoung got more desperate and wanton, screaming out every time San pressed against his prostate.
“Look at you, so pretty and spread out for me baby.” Wooyoung moaned at the praise, his thoughts clouded and unable to think clearly.
San gritted his teeth, digging his fingers into Wooyoung's thighs, panting fiercely as he fucked into Wooyoung roughly, the sound of skin slapping resounding through the room alongside Wooyoung's loud screams and cries and San's low groans.
“Look at you baby, so pliant and fucked out."
San leaned forward, sucking on Wooyoung's abused nipple as he fucked him hard, absolutely thrilled by the image of the boy under him, unraveling and coming apart so gloriously for him. Wooyoung's lips were making the sweetest sounds with each thrust, and San could see how hard he was once again.
“Too- too much!” Wooyoung screamed, his voice cracking from the constant crying.
“Too much hm? I don’t think it’s enough.”
San hoisted one of San's legs and slung it over his shoulder before continuing at his animalistic speed, Wooyoung screamed at the same time, his nails driving fissures into his own palms.
“My pretty little fuckdoll. Gonna keep you and keep using you, stuffing you with my cum.”
Wooyoung came again, harder than before, his eyes clamping shut as he murmured San's name as the man shoved deep inside him, painting his walls white.
San's cock throbs as his warmth permeates Wooyoung's body. San rides out his climax, grinding his hips into the boy, further overstimulating him. The boy lets out a stifled sob as San finally pulls out of him.
“Fuck.” San groans as he lies close to the boy's weak, exhausted body.
Wooyoung panted softly, tears streaming down his cheeks, his velvety lips silent. His mouth had stopped working as he rested meekly.
Only one thing was certain in Wooyoung's mind: he had no way out escaping C.S.