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To howl like a dog | Oh Chanwoo x m!reader (Part 2)

Then, for the rest of the day, Oh Chanwoo lost his mind fapping to the collections of videos of Mr. Mole. It was only until the clock struck twelve, did Oh Chanwoo's rationality that flew away return back to him so belatedly. But, it was too late to regain his sanity. Somehow, in the haze of the built-up of lust, he found himself laid bare on his back on the single bed, hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock as he knotted the make-shift cocksleeve with desperately thrusts.

Biting the cheap fabric of the pillowcase to muffle the incoming moans, Oh Chanwoo's body felt like it had took a screenshot, vibrating for the one last time as he gave the encirclement of his hand one last pump. Fresh, warm semen splashed all over the palm, spilling over to the bedsheets below him. The aching limb finally stopped moving, and Oh Chanwoo went limp on the bed.

"Ha.. ha.. ha...." The breathless sounds of his rough breathing further warmed up the already humid room.

That was truly mind-blowing. Oh Chanwoo was most ashamed of his state right now; blissed out, not from pleasurable sex, but from masturbating all his energy out to the imagination concocted by the subconscious. In Oh Chanwoo's lust-filled mind were stacked to the brim with numerous scenarios of Mr. Mole in many risqué positions. First, Mr. Mole on the bed with his ass spread right open for the taking. But, on his face, rather than an expression of want, was replaced by a domineering look, as if challenging the one who supposedly had taken the place as his partner. In this case, Oh Chanwoo imagined it was him who was ravished by Mr. Mole.

The shape of his hand couldn't imitate the actual thing, but it brought Oh Chanwoo half the pleasure he envisioned would be granted from a night spent with Mr. Mole. Then, in another fictitious scenario, Mr. Mole was in that prominent police outfit, the bottom of his ass bare with only the navy-blue top glimmering with a dark police badge. With every movement of their conjoined bodies, the badge would flop up and down with a crisp sound. Mr. Mole, naturally, was the one leading even in this sequence. Oh Chanwoo's throbbing cock would be squished between the curvaceous lumps of Mr. Mole's bare back. Showing no mercy, Mr. Mole had assumed a punishing pace until Oh Chanwoo could feel his penis shamefully bruised.

As he thirsted for that sensation, his hand was already on his half-erected cock, almost dropping from the overexertion of its sex. When Oh Chanwoo touched it, it shrivelled up as if shy.

"..." Oh Chanwoo stared up at the ceiling, hit with a sudden epiphany that he really blew his load—multiple ones—to a man's attractive behind. When the late realization settled in, Oh Chanwoo lost his soul next.

"I can't believe..." He tilted his head to the side, resting his cheek on the soft bedsheets. The ache of his cock was a constant reminder of the shameful actions he had blindly indulged him not even a few moments prior. He clenched his teeth and kicked the duvet off the bed in a bout of half-frustration and half-humiliation. "This is all of Donggyun's fault! If that little twink hadn't told me that channel, I wouldn't have stopped down to this level. I, Oh, Chanwoo, the most lewd and salacious, S-tier bottom, reduced to this state of jerking myself off to another bottom..!"

A bottom getting off to another bottom? This could be as worse as cannibalizing one's own brethren, one's own kin! Oh Chanwoo had always considered himself an avid enjoyer of the latter role as the receiving end, but it was only now that he had to consider the fact that he was ascertained about himself turned out to be so prone to irresoluteness.

In the end, there was only one person to be blamed for this sudden shift of equilibrium.

Oh Chanwoo bit his thumb, fuming.

"It's that stupid Nam Donggyun's fault!"

A day silently passed before Oh Chanwoo was to return to his job as a barista. In the gap in between, Oh Chanwoo had attempted multiple times to painstakingly bring himself to parties. Normally, he had high standards for his nightly partner, but he even went as far as to lower his expectations for the night, and managed to hook up with a mediocre man, only to end up greatly dissatisfied and ended up having to bail on him before the two could get down to the real bit. With the seemingly exciting night ending up as a fluke, Oh Chanwoo could only return to his heart and baby to reimburse himself— his computer where his right hand became his trusty steed, and he once again, fapped himself dry to Mr. Mole's videos.