𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕟🔞-part two

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, ass eating, spit/mess kink, rough sex, praise kink, overstimulation, cockwarming, dirty talk, aftercare, switch tones, filthy language

This was requested by @kittykettyrawr . So yeah part two is here. Hope you enjoy it. And I have another oneshot finished. I'm gonna be posting consistently,I promise.

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San didn't wait long.

The second Wooyoung wiped his mouth and stood up, San grabbed him by the hips, spun him around, and bent him over the couch.

"Hands on the cushions. Arch that pretty back for me."

Wooyoung obeyed without a word, cheeks still flushed, lips still slick.

San tugged the oversized shirt—his shirt—up over Wooyoung's waist and let it bunch at his back, exposing the curve of his ass. The black briefs stayed on.

For now.

"Stay just like that," San murmured, running his hand down Wooyoung's spine. "You take my cock so well, babyboy. Tonight I'm gonna ruin you nice and slow."

He got down on his knees behind him, gripped Wooyoung's thighs, and pulled the briefs down slowly.

"Look at this. Fuck. So perfect."

Without warning, San leaned in and spread him open, tongue sliding between his cheeks to tease his hole.

Wooyoung let out a sharp gasp, hips jerking. "S-Sir—"

San didn't stop. He licked deep, slow circles, eating him out like he was starved. Wooyoung whimpered, legs shaking, bracing himself against the couch.

"Stay still," San murmured between licks. "Let me taste you."

He gripped his hips tighter, eating him out until Wooyoung was moaning nonstop, thighs trembling, hole twitching under San's tongue.

When San finally pulled back, his chin was slick, eyes dark.

"You're so ready for me, baby."

He climbed onto the couch behind him, grinding against him through the heat, teasing his entrance with the tip.

"You want it raw?"

"Yes, sir," Wooyoung whispered. "I want all of you."

San pushed in slowly—one inch, then another, until he was buried deep, groaning against Wooyoung's back.

"Fuck, you're tight."

Wooyoung whimpered, hands tightening on the cushions. "So full, sir..."

San didn't move at first. He just stayed there, cock pulsing deep inside, letting Wooyoung squirm and whimper beneath him.

"You're gonna stay like this for a minute. Just hold me inside you. No moving."

Wooyoung's breath caught. "Cockwarming?"

"Exactly. Keep me warm, babyboy."

Minutes passed. San kissed his shoulder, dragged his fingers down his sides, whispered filthy praise in his ear.

Then he snapped his hips forward, hard.

Wooyoung gasped, body jolting.

"Now I'll fuck you."

He set a brutal pace, hips slamming against Wooyoung's ass, hands gripping his waist like he owned him. Wooyoung moaned, cried out, face buried in the cushions.

"So deep... fuck, sir, right there!"

"Yeah? That your spot, baby? Gonna make you cum just from this."

San reached under and stroked him in rhythm, matching every thrust.

"You're gonna cum all over this couch. Mark it. Just like you mark me."

Wooyoung whimpered, back arching as his orgasm hit hard, cum spilling over San's hand and the cushions below.

San didn't stop. He kept going, chasing his own high, muttering filthy praise with every thrust.

"So fucking good... you're perfect, baby... all mine."

He came deep again, grinding through it, hips stuttering.

After, San collapsed onto him for a second, breathing heavy.

Then he pulled out, kissed Wooyoung's neck, and whispered, "You're not sleeping in your bed tonight."

Wooyoung turned his head, lips swollen, face flushed. "No, sir."

San smiled. "You sleep where I fuck you. And tonight, that's the couch."