#wooyo.idea

[wooyoblr]

thinking about riding san and using him like a toy. telling him he's good for nothing, using him however you please, like he's just there for you to get off. he's crying, eyes scrunched up and tears streaming down his face. your hands are on his chest, nails digging into his skin and creating little red marks all over him. you inch one hand towards his throat and he whines even louder.

thinking about choking san while using his cock. you grip his throat, shift your body and get one foot on the bed to change the angle that he hits inside you. his eyes are trained on the place where you sink down onto him over and over and he twitches inside you. you only grip his throat even harder, a low growl ripping from your chest. his hands fist the sheets, almost at his breaking point, desparate to cum. he begs, but you deny him, and he sobs harder, a fresh wave of tears spilling down his face and reaching your hand on his neck.

he can't cum until you let him. he's just going to have to lie there and be a good little toy, useless for anything except to fuck yourself on.

[wooyoblr]

thinking about sub!wooyoung begging to cum while fucking you because he knows he can't cum until he has permission and since you haven't cum yet he also knows he won't get permission. thinking about getting close and praising him for being "such a good boy, baby, you're going to make mommy cum" and he sobs and nods and repeats it "yes I've been such a good boy please cum for me mommy I want to make you cum so bad"

[wooyoblr]

thinking about san bending wooyoung over any surface available and eating him out like it's his last meal. he would spread wooyoung's cheeks and lick around his rim, getting him wet and messy all over his chin. wooyoung loves it, clutches onto the couch, the kitchen table, the bedsheets, and moans high in his throat when san's tongue breaches him finally. san fucks wooyoung with his tongue, groans vibrating through him and adding to wooyoung's pleasure. it feels so good but it's not quite enough to make him cum, so san slides two fingers in as well. wooyoung is so wet from san's spit and already stretched from how well he fucked him with his tongue that it doesn't take much to get two fingers in deep and massage his prostate, licking around his fingers sloppily until wooyoung falls apart and cums all over himself without his cock even being touched

[wooyoblr]

thinking about how san would be such a service top/dom for wooyoung and how that awakens his own desire to be submissive. thinking about the first time wooyoung asks him to choke him or hit him or pull his hair or degrade him, call him  a slut, call him useless, and san is just like ?????? but i love you????? but he can see how much wooyoung wants it and he cant help how hot he finds it when wooyoung begs to be treated badly.

perhaps san's fucking wooyoung from behind and wooyoung begs to have his hair pulled, and what san does isn't hard enough so he just whines and begs some more "just fucking ruin me, sannie, please, i need it please please please" and so san yanks really fucking hard and the wail wooyoung lets out is just sinful and san can't believe wooyoung wants to be treated this way but he really can see how much he enjoys it. he watches every time wooyoung's eyes roll back or tears spill down his cheeks when san is roughing him up as asked.

"sannie, sannie, sannie please call me a slut"

"call you what?"

"i'm a slut call me a slut please"

wooyoung is already crying and his words are punctuated with little whines and moans.

"you're a slut," san says, without much feeling because really? this is how wooyoung wants him to dirty talk?

but wooyoung throws his head back and arches into san's grip and his little moans every time san fucks back in are kicked up a few notches and fuck, san thinks he's so fucking hot.

wooyoung whines again "yes yes please please san i'm gonna cum" and san tightens his grip on wooyoung's waist, nails digging into his soft skin, and he would do whatever wooyoung asked.

he leans down and growls by his ear "you're this close already? just by me calling you a few names? god wooyoung, you really are such a slut."

and when he watches wooyoung's eyes fly open as he moans and moans and cums all over his own stomach, san thinks he just found himself his own new kink too.

[wooyoblr]

obsessed with the idea of yeosang worshipping wooyoung's body. wooyoung monitors himself, he sees himself next to his members, he has moments of doubt where all he sees his thickness where others are thin and he doesn't see his worth. yeosang holds him, hugs him, touches him, kisses him and shows him how much he loves his body. yeosang has wooyoung against the wall of their dorm room, lips and teeth on his neck.

"you're so beautiful," yeosang murmurs against his skin. wooyoung isn't sure he believes him.

yeosang kisses along his neck, hands scrambling desperately at his shirt to get it off already. his hands cup wooyoung's pecs, gripping and squeezing like they're tits, and wooyoung is about to complain when yeosang moans and swoops down to seal his mouth over his nipple.

yeosang sucks and nips and his eyes roll back in his head, and wooyoung can't get over how yeosang looks in this moment, completely absorbed with sucking on wooyoung's tits like he's never had anything quite so amazing in his mouth ever.

"fuck," yeosang groans, squeezing where his hands still grip wooyoung's soft flesh. "you're so fucking hot."

wooyoung whines, eyes slipping shut as yeosang descends his body, trailing his lips and teeth and tongue down his torso, over his stomach, across his hips.

"i love how soft you are," yeosang assures him for the hundredth time. "look--"

yeosang takes wooyoung's hand and guides it down until he cups yeosang's crotch. he's so hard, wooyoung can feel him through his jeans, and he moans, bucking into the touch.

"look at what you do to me."

it's hard to ignore when yeosang is panting against his neck, grinding into his palm.

wooyoung whines. "yeosangie, please."

their pants are undone within seconds, hands scrambling to shove the offending clothing down their thighs just enough to get their cocks out. yeosang takes wooyoung's cock in hand, thumbing over his slit.

"touch me," he tells him. "i want to see you cum."

wooyoung obeys easily, gripping yeosang's cock as they begin to stroke each other, foreheads pressed together.

"wooyoung-ah," yeosang mumbles. "wooyoung-ah."

they look into each others' eyes, mouths open and panting as they jerk each other off. wooyoung is caught between looking at his fist stroking yeosang's cock and yeosang's face, his brows drawn together in both concentration and overwhelming pleasure.

"i'm close," yeosang says, causing a whine to slip from wooyoung's mouth. he moves his hand faster, twisting his wrist on every upstroke and teasing the head of his cock. yeosang growls, surging forward to crash his mouth against wooyoung's, teeth clashing and tongues sliding together instantly. wooyoung nods, whimpers, and increases the speed of his hand. he bucks his own hips, fucking into yeosang's hand.

"i'm close, too" wooyoung whispers. his eyes drop from yeosang's to watch with awe where they're touching each other, overwhelmed with how much love he feels pouring out of yeosang's every move, every touch, every look he spares wooyoung.

"i love you, wooyoungie, i love you so much. you're so gorgeous and beautiful and sexy and i- oh- want to touch you and fuck you and see you cum every day for the rest of my life. cum for me, sweetheart, please."

they cum into each others' hands, moaning sweet nothings and praise into each others' mouths, foreheads pressed together and panting into each others' space. wooyoung looks at yeosang and sees the stars in his eyes, sees the sparkle and life and admiration, and he feels loved and beautiful under his gaze.

[wooyoblr]

after milking wooyoung’s cock and making him cum everywhere more than once, imagine then scooping up his mess and using it to finger him open. he's so sensitive already after two orgasms and now you're massaging your fingers against his prostate and he's wailing and sobbing because it's so fucking much but it's so fucking good at the same time. his spent cock is somehow hard again and twitching against his stomach and he wants you to touch it so badly but he knows if he asks then you'll just play with him for longer and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold out for when you haven't given him permission to cum a third time yet. you're relentless, three fingers jamming inside him and curling against him. wooyoung lifts his head to look down at you, eyes wet and shiny and face covered in tears, mouth hanging open. you twist your wrist to pull an obscene noise from his pretty red mouth and he can't do it anymore. he starts to beg.

[wooyoblr]

thinking about wooyoung offering himself as free use to all his members for an entire weekend