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The bedroom feels entirely sweltering. Sweat is cascading down Hongjoong’s temple as he wrings his hands in the waterproof sheets. It wouldn’t be the first time this has happened, Hongjoong’s heat surfacing a few hours before Wooyoung’s, piquing Hongjoong’s interest, now that Wooyoung is sleeping soundly next to him, naked and skin beginning to prickle with the first inclinations of heat.
Moonlight is peaking through the gap in the curtains, illuminating Wooyoung’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 Hongjoong has a pretty lewd sight. The dewy tinge to his skin looks like the universe is dancing along Wooyoung’s body and it has Hongjoong salivating.
“Fuck,” Hongjoong whispers to himself as he gently soothes his hand down the small of Wooyoung’s back, over his cheeks and then squeezes. His mate is one of the most beautiful beings on this planet, but especially when he’s sleeping. Wooyoung is finally quiet when he’s snoozing—no chance for his bratty mouth and his need to be degraded igniting that fire in Hongjoong’s brain that teeters on utter insanity.
The heat hasn’t taken over his conscious thought quite yet. Although Hongjoong’s dick is hard and his slick is leaking all over the sheets, he’s still got sense of mind to want to fit his Knot-Slot over his cock and kick Wooyoung’s heat off with a bang.
While he sleeps, Wooyoung is making the cutest noises, little whimpers and moans—Hongjoong’s gotten to the point with his mate where it’s enough to make him want to ruin Wooyoung in the best ways. Make sure Wooyoung lives solely off of Hongjoong’s cock and Hongjoong’s cock alone.
Hongjoong gathers some of his own slick from between his plush cheeks, knowing that it will aid as an aphrodisiac to encourage Wooyoung along. It has him stifling his moan, horny and desperate for something in his own tight hole. But, dominating Wooyoung will satiate a primal need within Hongjoong that he only recently found out existed. Part of the fun is doing this and seeing how long Wooyoung can stay asleep for.
Daring to run his finger between Wooyoung’s cheeks, Hongjoong finds his rim instantly. Hongjoong bites down on his bottom lip to avoid groaning, Wooyoung is still loose and wet from eating him out earlier, ready to accept Hongjoong’s fingers, his cock, as if that’s their home. And his makeshift knot.
As Hongjoong’s finger presses in, Wooyoung whimpers quietly, it has Hongjoong stilling, wanting to keep his pretty boy sleeping until he’s slowly thrusting his length into Wooyoung’s pliant, unconscious body just like Wooyoung always asks for.
Softly kissing Wooyoung’s shoulder blade, Hongjoong pushes his finger all the way in, meeting no resistance at all. “Such a good boy, Wooyo.”
Wooyoung’s walls are hot and wet, accepting Hongjoong’s second finger inside quickly. Hongjoong wants Wooyoung unconscious for as long as possible, so he can’t run his mouth and piss Hongjoong off in 10 seconds flat. He languidly fucks his fingers into Wooyoung while he fists at his own cock.
It’s filthy, the squelch whenever he thrusts his fingers in. Wooyoung looks like an innocent angel, like someone who would never want this. But, looks can be deceiving and Wooyoung is the most deceiving of them all.
This should be seen as wrong, so wrong. Still, it’s only right to Hongjoong’s heat-simmering mind that using Wooyoung like a fleshlight, like a cocksleeve for his own pleasure and then knotting him is the right thing to do. Hongjoong shudders at the thought, precum leaking from his achingly hard dick.
If Wooyoung 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 to keep the cum inside and hope he gets pregnant. Wooyoung would do literally anything to help Hongjoong through his heat, but everyone knows Wooyoung enjoys being the one knot-drunk and stuffed full of cum until his tummy distends.
Hongjoong’s eyes roll into the back of his head, all the filthy images of Wooyoung etched into his core memories. The best sights he’s ever fucking seen.
He rubs the pads of his fingers against Wooyoung’s prostate, knowing its location with practised ease. Hongjoong hopes he can be cruel soon, milk orgasm after orgasm from his mate while not touching his little cock, only playing with his prostate over and over again.
Hongjoong groans, he’s so fucking needy, so whipped for this pretty ass, all curves and tight, soft skin.
Moving slowly, Hongjoong gets up to sit himself over Wooyoung’s thighs. He spreads Wooyoung’s cheeks and the sight of that deliciously slicked up hole makes him want to dominate Wooyoung, turn him into a crying, pleading mess. At this rate he’s going to end up studded, his own anatomy will meld him into an alpha so that he can finally carry out his most depraved desires on his unconscious lover.
He takes his time appreciating the plumpness of Wooyoung’s ass, the thickness of his thighs. Hongjoong runs his hands over Wooyoung’s exposed skin as he pants, sweat dripping down his brow and landing on Wooyoung’s back. He needs his mate so badly, but always wants to take in every ounce of his sweet boy when he’s like this. Hongjoong leans over to get his Knot-Slot from the side table.
Sliding the sex-toy down his cock, Hongjoong hisses. He’s so hard, the tip an angry red, leaking copious amounts of precum. Knot-Slot’s simulate knots, heightening the pleasure for the one being penetrated and satiating an omegas heat. It has Hongjoong drunk on power when he sees Wooyoung stretched around his knot, babbling for more.
Control is slipping out of Hongjoong’s grasp, he manages to line his cock up with Wooyoung’s glistening rim, pushing in slowly but with an unyielding force, bottoming out straight away. He keeps the main goal of Wooyoung staying unconscious in the forefront of his mind,
Wooyoung hiccups but still, he sleeps as if nothing is happening. There’s something entirely animalistic about taking pleasure whenever, wherever, from Wooyoung’s body.
Hongjoong cages Wooyoung’s body under his own, grinding his cock deep into the hot wet heat of Wooyoung’s rim. He doesn’t pull out, the chance of waking Wooyoung 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 Wooyoung’s pliant body is each time they do this, ass pushing back onto Hongjoong’s cock, only to grind forward to rub his own length into the sheets. Wooyoung’s probably having a wet dream, mind full with Hongjoong, Hongjoong’s dick, his tongue, his fingers.
Peppering kisses along Wooyoung’s shoulder and onto his neck, Hongjoong feels dizzy with desire to tear Wooyoung apart until he cries. Wooyoung’s scent gland pulsates under Hongjoong’s tongue while he works it with rough licks. Possessiveness sings through Hongjoong’s very being, desperate to bite over Wooyoung’s claiming mark and take him again, again, again. Hongjoong latches his mouth onto Wooyoung’s shoulder, sinking his teeth in gently to quench his own need.
Wooyoung rouses then, sleep thick on his tongue as he whines, “Hyung.”
“Shh baby, go back to sleep, let hyung play with you for a bit longer.” Hongjoong bites down on Wooyoung’s shoulder again to simulate a scruff, innately making Wooyoung submit to him.
“Hyung,” Wooyoung whimpers, “n-need to suck on something. Fill my mouth, hyung.”
Hongjoong could cum right then and there with the thought of Wooyoung using his fingers in that pretty mouth to soothe himself back to sleep. He obliges a little too quickly, pushing three fingers into Wooyoung’s slick mouth, pushing them all the way in. There’s a sense of pride in Hongjoong when Wooyoung doesn’t gag, just starts suckling on the thick appendages in his mouth.
He thrusts harder, unable to stop the snap of his hips because Wooyoung feels too good to control himself. His mouth goes to suckling on Wooyoung’s scent gland, drinking in the aroused pheromones that are pouring from Wooyoung.
“Pretty boy,” Hongjoong whispers against Wooyoung’s ear. “Such a pretty boy, so desperate for cock that you take it when you’re unconscious.”
Hongjoong would never give praise so easily to Wooyoung if he was awake, but this gives him a chance to be devilishly kind, to say everything he wants to do to his sweet, precious angel, without needing to break him down first.
Adding a fourth finger into Wooyoung’s mouth, Hongjoong presses down on Wooyoung’s tongue, opening his mouth up wide. The moonlight gives him the perfect glow, seeing Wooyoung’s serene face turn lewd as drool pools at his lips, tongue lolling out a bit.
Wooyoung whimpers around the fingers, trying to close his mouth so he can keep suckling in his slumber. Hongjoong keeps his fingers tense, too busy loving the obscene look on Wooyoung’s innocent face. Eyes closed, mouth stuffed full and forced open. Fuck!
The pressure is too much, the desire of wanting to take it all, take everything from Wooyoung and give it all straight back. Hongjoong uses his free hand to prop himself up over Wooyoung’s back, it’s easy with how strong he is. It gives him chance to get his knees under him at either side of Wooyoung, so he can fuck him properly.
Fuck him hard.
With purpose. To knot, to claim everything that is his.
Skin slaps against skin, Hongjoong’s hips hitting hard against Wooyoung’s ass, completely unbothered about waking Wooyoung now as his sanity slips away. Knotting Wooyoung, making him cry on his cock, that’s all that matters now.
It’s amazing, watching Wooyoung’s face twist slowly as he becomes more conscious by the second, realising what’s happening, realising he’s being used just like he always wants, always needs.
“There you are, baby,” Hongjoong 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,” Wooyoung garbles out, unable to properly form the word.
“Tell me baby, is hyung’s cock not good enough for you?”
Tears prick in Wooyoung’s eyes and Hongjoong can’t help but love how everything of Wooyoung’s is so wet. His eyes, his dripping mouth, his slick-squelching hole, everything. Wooyoung nods his head frantically.
“I guess I should stop then? If you’re not gonna answer me. I should stop treating your slutty body to my cock, hmm?”
Wooyoung sobs, babbling on the fingers, trying to get something tangible out to answer Hongjoong, to give everything he can to Hongjoong.
A tear rolls down Wooyoung’s cheek and it’s enough to send a pang of heady pleasure through Hongjoong’s stomach. He presses his fingers in, in, in, until they’re deep into Wooyoung’s throat, making Wooyoung gag around them. Hongjoong pulls his fingers all the way out but doesn’t stop the unrelenting snap of his hips, going harder every time.
“Hyung,” Wooyoung sobs, “hyung, please. I’ve been good! Your dick is all I want! I deserve it!”
Hongjoong instantly grins like a maniac, as much as he loves a pliant-Wooyoung, he also loves his bratty side. Not that he lets Wooyoung know that so readily.
“Oh? You deserve it, do you?” Hongjoong slows his hips down, despite his heat-addled body screaming at him to get himself knotted too.
“Yes!” Wooyoung tries to push himself up off the bed and his ass back onto Hongjoong’s cock with more force, trying to get what he wants. “Give it to me!”
“Ask nicely, omega.” Hongjoong pins Wooyoung’s lower back to the bed, his other hand going to pin Wooyoung’s neck down too.
“No!”
Slamming his hips forward, Hongjoong buries himself deep in Wooyoung’s body, imprinting himself there. He only grinds slowly, reducing the friction for both himself and Wooyoung. “Now, now. We both know you’re gonna cry, beg me to knot you, get you pregnant so your tits will grow full of milk and your tummy will swell with my pups. Why fight it? Be a good boy, gorgeous.”
Wooyoung is practically panting for it. He’s trying to writhe against the sheets, trying to get what he wants on his own merits but his face says it all. “Wanna cum, wanna squirt! I’m so hard it hurts, so wet it hurts. I’m gonna overheat!”
“I want you to ask nicely. Then, you’ll cum untouched the first time, a punishment for being a brat. Cum onto the sheets all because hyung makes you feel too good.”
Hongjoong relents a little, just to show Wooyoung what he’s missing. He uses his hands to spread Wooyoung’s asscheeks, watching as his dick sinks all the way into Wooyoung, then pulling out until only the head is stretching Wooyoung’s sloppy hole. It’s torturous that it looks this fucking hot, that Hongjoong can’t do this for every second of the day.
The Knot-Slot is slowly starting to inflate, but if it gets too big before Wooyoung caves, then too bad. Wooyoung won’t get a knot after all.
Wooyoung sobs, his tears and drool making a mess on the bed.
“Well?” Hongjoong prompts. He spanks down on Wooyoung’s plush cheeks, making Wooyoung whimper and clench around him.
“P-please knot my pussy,” Wooyoung cries, hands fisting the waterproof sheets. “Please, please, hyung.”
Hongjoong hums, all condescending and brimming with sheer satisfaction. “God, baby. You swallow hyung up so good, it’s like your pussy is made for me.”
“It is, hyung! Only for you!” Wooyoung moans, loudly, totally unabashed and needy.
Wooyoung sounds so desperately fucked out, moaning and sobbing, begging for Hongjoong to use him, as if he isn’t already.
“I-I wanna play with myself hyung, wanna play with my nipples, please?”
Hongjoong picks up his pace, so close to cumming and Wooyoung’s words are only spurring him on. “Not this time, sweet boy. No touching.”
Wooyoung whines, it’s so fucking hot.
“Cum for me, gorgeous. Cum for hyung, Young-ah.”
Just on pure command, Hongjoong sees stars as Wooyoung’s walls contract around him so hard, so tight. Wooyoung’s body shudders violently as he cums untouched.
Hongjoong times his harsh thrust forward, slamming the Knot-Slot past Wooyoung’s tight little hole and into his waiting body. It has Hongjoong barrelling into his own orgasm, thick load spilling out into Wooyoung’s womb.
“G-gonna squirt,” Wooyoung sobs and in perfect sync, his hole floods out slick, squirting all over Hongjoong’s dick and spraying out past the knot.
Their orgasms are simultaneous and long. Hongjoong drops forward, laying himself heavy over Wooyoung’s back. That’s when they finally kiss, desperate tongues searching for one another, fighting for dominance until Wooyoung folds.
Despite the overstimulating, electrifying sensation, Hongjoong continues to grind his cock into Wooyoung, basking in the knot continuing to inflate and keep his cum pooling around in Wooyoung.
“My good boy, all you had to do was be polite— Hyung only wants to give you what you need, baby.” Hongjoong begins to press chaste kisses all over Wooyoung’s face, knowing his possessive ass will keep dominating Wooyoung over and over again.
“Yes—yes hyung so—good,” Wooyoung pants, lips searching for Hongjoong’s all over again. He bites down on Hongjoong’s lip, hard. “Hyung, need more—I’m still horny, hyung, please, I’ll beg—I’ll be good.”
“My heat’s on its way too baby, you need to make me feel good after, can you do that for me? Even if you’re tired?”
“Yes hyung, please hyung. I’ll be a good boy I promise.
While they wait for the Knot-Slot to deflate, Hongjoong whispers all the filthy things he will do to Wooyoung’s sweet little ass in his ear, causing Wooyoung to whimper and moan all over again.
When it’s deflated, Hongjoong flips Wooyoung over onto his back, finally getting a chance to look at Wooyoung’s abs, his little softening cock. Wooyoung 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 Wooyoung can say anything, Hongjoong swallows his little cock into his mouth.
Wooyoung wails. “H-hyung, sensitive—s-s,” he sobs.
Hongjoong smiles wickedly, loving to hear the desperation in Wooyoung’s voice.
Ghosting his hands upwards, Hongjoong takes both of Wooyoung’s nipples between his fingers. He pinches them, twists them and tugs on them just like he knows Wooyoung adores.
Again, like Wooyoung’s body is made for Hongjoong, his little cock starts fattening up again, getting hard and letting the heat consume him.
All Wooyoung can manage is strained sobs and moans, hips fucking up into Hongjoong’s mouth clumsily. When Hongjoong thinks Wooyoung is close, he stops sucking, taking his lips away from Wooyoung’s length.
“Hyung!” Wooyoung cries.
“What, baby?” Hongjoong teases, face all innocent like he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“Wanna cum, wanna cum!”
“Ask nicely.”
Wooyoung wails again. “P-please hyung, please make me cum. Ne-need it, it hurts.”
Who’s Hongjoong to deny that face? That mouth?
Hongjoong swallows Wooyoung 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. Wooyoung tangles his fingers into Hongjoong’s hair, trying to fuck up into the wet heat of Hongjoong’s mouth.
He takes one hand and snakes it between Wooyoung’s legs, instantly thrusting two fingers into Wooyoung’s used hole. He presses into Wooyoung’s prostate once, twice—
Wooyoung cums with a cry, pathetic amounts of cum spilling into Hongjoong’s mouth while his ass clenches and squirts around Hongjoong’s fingers. Hongjoong keeps sucking, keeps rubbing over Wooyoung’s prostate until Wooyoung is shuddering involuntarily under him, desperate whines falling from his lips.
Hongjoong pulls off with a slick pop.
“Open up, angel.” Hongjoong presses his lips to Wooyoung’s, kissing him filthily while they pass Wooyoung’s release between their mouths. Wooyoung 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. Hongjoong whispers praise after praise to Wooyoung, making Wooyoung blush and giggle.
“You’re naughty, Young-ah.” Hongjoong says as he toys with Wooyoung’s soft cock, knowing it's way too sensitive. “But you’re still my good boy.”
Wooyoung preens at the praise, smile on his face, eyes going into the prettiest crescent moons. Thank god for the waterproof sheets, because they’re both practically drowning in slick and semen.
“I know you’re tired but you need to get hard again so I can ride you. You have to take care of hyung’s heat too, you know?”
That’s how they spend the next few days, Wooyoung crying in total overstimulation as Hongjoong takes everything he can, satiating his own heat while managing Wooyoung’s.
Hongjoong wouldn’t have it any other way.