Knife | Woosan

3 (M)

Wooyoung didn't know if it was because he was wasted, or if it was because he's been so needy for sexual contact that isn't with himself or his favorite black glass dildo, or maybe it was because of both of those reasons, but regardless, Wooyoung had ended up in this situation. Pinned to the brick wall of a building with his hands above his head by an extremely tall, well-built, and intimidating man, a stranger no less, one that held a knife to his neck and threatened to kill him just a few moments ago. He towered over Wooyoung and made him feel so small and helpless. "What did you say to me, pretty boy?" San asks in a deep, taunting voice. "I-I said I'm horny," Wooyoung confesses shyly, feeling the heat of shame and embarrassment filling his body. "Horny hm? All because I pressed this tiny little thing against your throat?" He asks, holding up the knife. Wooyoung nods and barely sees the guy smirk in the very dim-light alley. His breath hitches when the cool blade is pressed against his cheek and is slowly dragged downwards to his lips. San presses the tip of the knife against Wooyoung's plump, gloss-covered bottom lip.  

San's eyes wander over Wooyoung's barely clothed figure. "Where did you come from dressed this slutty hm?" he asks the boy pinned against the wall. "The club," Wooyoung answers quietly, San's gaze boring into Wooyoung, making him shiver. "Hm," San nods, sliding the knife off Wooyoung's lip and down his almost non-existent Adam's apple, giving Wooyoung a dainty neck that San couldn't wait to mark. "Tell me, darling, does this make you horny?" San asks inquisitively, quirking an eyebrow and pressing the tip of the knife a little harder into Wooyoung's pretty neck. "Yes," Wooyoung croaks out, his voice going several octaves higher and cracking slightly. "Are you nervous?" San asks, already knowing the answer. Wooyoung just looks away timidly and San smirks. "Don't worry baby~" San coos. "I won't cut you unless you want me to," he says. He takes the knife away from Wooyoung's throat and instead drags it up his thigh, under his skirt. Wooyoung shivers with anticipation. San lets go of Wooyoung's wrists and slides that hand under his mini skirt as well. "Well looky here~" he says with an amused smirk and a taunting voice. "Are you wearing lace panties, pretty boy?" He asks. "Y-yes~" Wooyoung's voice is barely above a whisper, turning needier from each little thing San does to him. San removes his empty hand from under Wooyoung's skirt and brings it to hold his jaw.  

"Well I'm just gonna have to buy you a new pair then, aren't I?" San says as he cuts the side of Wooyoung's panties. Wooyoung lets out a small gasp, his ridiculously hard cock was barely confined before, since his undergarments were basically 3 strings tied together and a lacey piece of fabric, but it still felt nice to have it freed. San cuts the other string and the panties quickly fall to the ground, already soaked in precum. "Are you gonna keep teasing me daddy or are you gonna fuck me now?" Wooyoung asks, trying to sound confident and demanding, but San picked up on the underlying tone of pure desperation in his voice. San let out a deep chuckle. "Daddy huh? You really are a slut if you wanna get fucked by a stranger so bad," he teases. "Please~" he mumbles, he at least needs some friction against his leaking cock, it was starting to hurt. "How precious~" San coos. "Beg for me more puppy," He responds. "Please touch me daddy~I need it so bad, it-it's starting to hurt~" Wooyoung pleads. "Poor thing, I didn't realize how needy you were for me," San snickers, faking sympathy. He reaches his hand up Wooyoung's skirt again and lightly brushes his fingers against his cock, earning a pitiful whine. San chuckles even more condescendingly than before. "Fucking pathetic, aren't you?" he sneers, looking at Wooyoung with disgust. He suddenly grabs Wooyoung's red, pleasure-deprived cock and teases it with his fingers.

"What a tiny, pathetic dick," San sneers. "What is it, like 2 inches?" he asks, pressing one of his fingers into the oozing hole. Wooyoung whimpers loudly from the feeling. "I-it's 4," Wooyoung defends, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Ha, you even measured, that's fucking hilarious," San degrades. San feels Wooyoung's cock twitching in his hand and getting even stiffer. "Look at you, your pretty little cock is as worthless as you are," San smiles at Wooyoung, making the helpless boy's heart race. San leans in close to Wooyoung's ear, slightly nibbling on it, "Would you like it if I fucked your pretty little hole right here and now?" He whispers, wrapping his hand around Wooyoung's erection and stroking it slowly. "Yes please~" Wooyoung sighs, melting into the pleasure of San's large hand enveloping his cock and finally giving him the pleasure that he's been wanting so badly. "Really? Right now? You wouldn't rather wait until I can bring you to my house and pound you into the mattress?" San asks, feigning surprise. "N-no~r-right now~" Wooyoung moans, now eagerly thrusting his hips against San's hand. "So you wanna do it outside, in a dirty alleyway against a wall?" San smirks. "Y-yes please~I don't wanna wait~" Wooyoung whines. "Please," Wooyoung almost cries. "You really are a pathetic little slut hm?" San says in his taunting tone, the tone that Wooyoung craves.