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Woojin has created a demon.
A sex crazed demon to be exact.
After Woojin’s punishment, when they were home and Gunwoo was all pliant and needy, he asked for something.
Words that Woojin never thought he’d hear uttered from Gunwoo’s mouth.
“You—you know when I’m asleep, hyung? Will you fuck me? I wanna wake up with you buried inside me. Wanna make you feel good even when I don’t know it.”
It sounded obscene at the time, it still does now.
But, it is slowly piquing Woojin’s interest, now that Gunwoo is sleeping soundly next to him, naked and probably still loose from earlier.
The moonlight through the gap in the curtains is illuminating Gunwoo’s honey-glazed skin, highlighting the dip of his tiny waist, the curve of his toned ass. He has one leg hooked out of their white duvet, stretching his body out just enough that Woojin has a pretty lewd sight.
“Fuck,” Woojin whispers to himself as he gently soothes his hand down the small of Gunwoo’s back, over his cheeks and then squeezes.
Is this okay? He isn’t sure.
Is his dick completely hard at the thought of wrecking someone so sweet and pure? Abso-fucking-lutely.
While he sleeps, Gunwoo is making the cutest noises, little whimpers and moans—Woojin can’t believe he’s gotten to the point where it’s enough to make him want to ruin Gunwoo in the best ways. Make sure Gunwoo lives solely off of Woojin’s cock and Woojin’s cock only.
After quietly putting some lube on his fingers, Woojin dares to run his finger between Gunwoo’s cheeks, finding his rim instantly. Woojin bites down on his bottom lip to avoid groaning, Gunwoo is still loose and wet from earlier, ready to accept Woojin’s fingers, his cock, as if that’s their home.
As Woojin’s finger presses in, Gunwoo whimpers quietly, it has Woojin stilling, wanting to keep his pretty boy sleeping until he’s slowly thrusting his length into Gunwoo’s pliant, unconscious body just like Gunwoo asked. Woojin reminds himself he’s just being a good hyung.
Softly kissing Gunwoo’s shoulder blade, Woojin pushes his finger all the way in, meeting no resistance at all. “Such a good boy, Woo-ya.”
Gunwoo’s walls are hot and wet, accepting Woojin’s second finger inside quickly. Woojin isn’t in a rush, he languidly fucks his fingers into Gunwoo while he fists are his own cock.
It’s filthy, the squelch whenever he thrusts his fingers in and Woojin can’t believe that Gunwoo is still sleeping. Gunwoo looks like an innocent angel, like someone who would never want this. Woojin’s ruined his adorable puppy.
This is so, so wrong, selfish even. Not long ago, Gunwoo was his pretty little virgin and now? Woojin’s using him like a fleshlight, like a cocksleeve for his own pleasure. Woojin shudders at the thought, precum leaking from his achingly hard dick.
If Gunwoo was awake right now he would beg. Beg for his hyung to fuck him into the mattress. To fill him up so much with cum that he would be leaking for days. Begging for a buttplug to be in between his cheeks keeping him open and ready for whenever Woojin is ready to use him again.
Woojin’s eyes roll into the back of his head, all the filthy images of Gunwoo over these past couple of times etched into his core memories. The best sights he’s ever fucking seen.
He rubs the pads of his fingers against Gunwoo’s prostate, knowing its location with practised ease. Woojin hopes he can be cruel soon, milk orgasm after orgasm from his puppy while not touching his little cock, only playing with his prostate over and over again.
Woojin groans, he’s so fucking needy, so whipped for this pretty ass, all muscles and tight, soft skin.
Moving slowly, Woojin gets up to lay himself over Gunwoo’s back. It makes him want to dominate Gunwoo, the way he can turn someone so big, so strong into a crying, pleading mess.
He’s so ready for this that he pushes straight in, slow but with an unyielding force, bottoming out straight away.
Gunwoo hiccups but still, he sleeps as if nothings happening.
Woojin cages Gunwoo’s body under his own, grinding his cock deep into the hot wet heat of Gunwoo’s rim. He doesn’t pull out, the fear of waking Gunwoo up is giving him a predatory thrill, he just grinds deeper, deeper, unrelenting and totally selfish for his own gain.
It’s crazy how responsive Gunwoo’s pliant body is, ass pushing back a little onto Woojin’s cock, only to grind forward probably to rub his own length into the sheets. Gunwoo’s probably having a wet dream, mind full with Woojin, Woojin’s dick, his tongue, his fingers.
Peppering kisses along Gunwoo’s shoulder and onto his neck, Woojin feels dizzy with desire to tear Gunwoo apart until he cries—he doesn’t know where this possessiveness has come from but it’s probably staying. Woojin latches his mouth onto Gunwoo’s shoulder, sinking his teeth in gently to claim.
Gunwoo rouses then, sleep thick on his tongue as he whines, “hyung.”
“Shh puppy go back to sleep, let hyung play with you for a bit longer.” Woojin bites down on Gunwoo’s shoulder again, Gunwoo is a genius for thinking of this.
“Hyung,” Gunwoo whimpers, “n-need to suck on something. Please fill my mouth, hyung.”
Woojin could cum right then and there with the thought of Gunwoo using Woojin’s fingers in that pretty mouth to soothe himself back to sleep. He obliges a little too quickly, pushing two fingers into Gunwoo’s slick mouth, pushing them all the way in. There’s a sense of pride in Woojin when Gunwoo doesn’t gag, just starts suckling on the appendages in his mouth.
He thrusts harder, unable to stop the snap of his hips because Gunwoo feels too good to control himself. His mouth goes to sucking love bites along Gunwoo’s skin, each one to brand Gunwoo as his.
“Pretty boy,” Woojin whispers against Gunwoo’s ear. “Such a pretty boy, so desperate for cock that you take it when you’re unconscious.”
Woojin would never say such things if Gunwoo was awake, but this gives him a chance to be devilish, to say everything he wants to do to his sweet, untouched puppy.
Adding a third finger into Gunwoo’s mouth, Woojin presses down on Gunwoo’s tongue, opening his mouth up wide. The moonlight gives him the perfect glow, seeing Gunwoo’s serene face turn lewd as drool pools at his lips, tongue lolling out a bit.
Gunwoo whimpers around the fingers, trying to close his mouth so he can keep suckling in his slumber. Woojin keeps his fingers tense, too busy loving the obscene look on Gunwoo’s innocent face.
The pressure is too much, the desire of wanting to take it all, take everything from Gunwoo and give it all straight back. Woojin uses his free hand to prop himself up over Gunwoo’s back, it’s easy with how strong he is. It gives him chance to get his knees under him at either side of Gunwoo, so he can fuck him properly.
Fuck him hard.
Skin slaps again skin, Woojin’s hips slapping hard against Gunwoo’s ass, completely unbothered about waking Gunwoo now as he chases his own high.
It’s amazing, watching Gunwoo’s face twist slowly as he becomes more conscious by the second, realising what’s happening, realising he’s being used just like he wanted.
“There you are, baby,” Woojin muses, evil smirk sweeping across his face. “I’ve fucked your hole for so long and you didn’t even realise. Isn’t hyung’s cock good enough for you?”
“Hyung,” Gunwoo garbles out, unable to properly form the word.
“Tell me baby, is hyung’s cock not good enough for you?”
Tears prick in Gunwoo’s eyes and Woojin can’t help but love how everything of Gunwoo’s is so wet. His eyes, his dripping mouth, his squelching hole, everything. Gunwoo nods his head frantically.
“I guess I should stop then? If you’re not gonna answer me, baby, I should stop treating you to my cock, hmm?”
Gunwoo sobs, babbling on the fingers, trying to get something tangible out to answer Woojin, to give everything he can to Woojin.
A tear rolls down Gunwoo’s cheek and it’s enough to send a pang of heady pleasure through Woojin’s stomach. He presses his fingers in, in, in, until they’re deep into Gunwoo’s throat, making Gunwoo gag around them. Woojin pulls his fingers all the way out but doesn’t stop the unrelenting snap of his hips, going harder every time.
“Hyung,” Gunwoo sobs, “hyung, please. I’ve been a good puppy! Your dick is all I want! I’ve been good!”
Woojin instantly starts soothing over Gunwoo’s skin, peppering him with kisses and whispering sweet praises to him.
“Hyung feels so, so good, puppy. I’m gonna cum soon. You’re doing so good, baby.”
Gunwoo is practically panting for it. “Wanna cum too, I’m so hard it hurts, so wet it hurts.”
“I want you to cum untouched again, baby. Cum onto the sheets all because hyung makes you feel too good.”
Woojin uses his hands to spread Gunwoo’s asscheeks, watching as his dick sinks all the way into Gunwoo, then pulling out until only the head is stretching Gunwoo’s sloppy hole. It’s torturous that it looks this fucking hot, that Woojin can’t do this for every second of the day.
“God, baby. You swallow hyung up so good, it’s like your hole is made for me.”
“It is, hyung! Only for you!” Gunwoo moans, loudly, totally unabashed and needy.
Gunwoo sounds so desperately fucked out, moaning and sobbing, begging for Woojin to use him, as if he isn’t already.
“I-I wanna play with myself hyung, wanna play with my nipples, please?”
Woojin picks up his pace, so close to cumming and Gunwoo’s words are only spurring him on. “Not this time, puppy. No touching.”
Gunwoo whines, it’s so fucking hot.
“Cum for me Woo-ya. Cum for hyung, baby.”
Woojin sees stars as Gunwoo’s walls contract around him so hard, so tight. Gunwoo’s body shudders violently as he cums untouched. It has Woojin barrelling into his own orgasm, thick load spilling out into Gunwoo’s body.
Their orgasms are simultaneous and long. Woojin drops forward, laying himself heavy over Gunwoo’s back. That’s when they finally kiss, desperate tongues searching for one another, fighting for dominance until Gunwoo folds.
Despite the overstimulating, electrifying sensation, Woojin continues to grind his softening cock into Gunwoo, not ready to be without that wet heat just yet.
“My sweet, innocent puppy—i-is that what you wanted? Hyung only wants to give you what you need, baby.” Woojin begins to press chaste kisses all over Gunwoo’s face, knowing his possessive ass went a bit deeper into dominance than even he’d expected. He knows this is what Gunwoo has been wanting. It’s so, so tough when Gunwoo is so good, so sweet.
“Yes—yes hyung so—good,” Gunwoo pants, lips searching for Woojin’s all over again. He bites down on Woojin’s lip, hard. “Hyung, p-puppy wants more—I’m still horny, hyung.”
Oh? Woojin’s eyebrow raises at the challenge. “Hmm—really, puppy? You can go again?”
“Yes hyung, please hyung. I’ll be a good boy I promise.”
Woojin flips Gunwoo over onto his back, finally getting a chance to look at Gunwoo’s abs, his little softening cock. Gunwoo looks so fucked out, his hair is matted with sweat, body covered in a glistening sheen that highlights every curve of his naked body beautifully.
Before Gunwoo can say anything, Woojin swallows his little cock into his mouth.
Gunwoo wails. “H-hyung, sensitive—s-s,” he sobs.
Woojin smiles wickedly, loving to hear the desperation in Gunwoo’s voice.
Ghosting his hands upwards, Woojin takes both of Gunwoo’s nipples between his fingers. He pinches them, twists them and tugs on them just like he knows Gunwoo adores.
Again, like Gunwoo’s body is made for Woojin, his little cock starts fattening up again, getting hard as if Gunwoo didn’t just cum.
All Gunwoo can manage is strained sobs and moans, hips fucking up into Woojin’s mouth clumsily. When Woojin thinks Gunwoo is close, he stops sucking, taking his lips away from Gunwoo’s length.
“Hyung!” Gunwoo cries.
“What, puppy?” Woojin teases, face all innocent like he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“Wanna cum, wanna cum!”
“Ask nicely.”
Gunwoo wails again. “P-please hyung, please make me cum. Ne-need it, it hurts.”
Who’s Woojin to deny that face? That mouth?
Woojin swallows Gunwoo back down, his length isn’t much so he can suck with ease, deep throat it all without it even getting close to his gag reflex. Gunwoo tangles his fingers into Woojin’s hair, trying to fuck up into the wet heat of Woojin’s mouth.
He takes one hand and snakes it between Gunwoo’s legs, instantly thrusting two fingers into Gunwoo’s used hole. He presses into Gunwoo’s prostate once, twice—
Gunwoo cums with a cry, pathetic amounts of cum spilling into Woojin’s mouth. Woojin keeps sucking, keeps rubbing over Gunwoo’s prostate until Gunwoo is shuddering involuntarily under him, desperate whines falling from his lips.
Woojin pulls off with a slick pop.
“Open up, puppy.” Woojin presses his lips to Gunwoo’s, kissing him filthily while they pass Gunwoo’s release between their mouths. Gunwoo laps it up eagerly, he’s so good.
They entangle themselves together, laying in the wet patches, kissing and sucking marks onto each other's skin. Woojin whispers praise after praise to Gunwoo, making Gunwoo blush and giggle.
How can Gunwoo giggle like that, as though this wasn’t all his dirty idea?!
“You’re naughty, Woo-ya. I can’t believe you’re into all this stuff. Hyung feels so lucky you know, you’re perfect, puppy.”
Gunwoo preens at the praise, smile on his face, eyes going into the prettiest crescent moons.
“Hyung, I’ve got another idea. I want to wear some puppy ears, a puppy tail. Will you buy me them?”
Woojin gulps.
He has certainly created a sex demon.