RUN | HYUNSUNG ✔️

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hello please don't whip someone's thighs (especially not the inside) it hurts way too bad. i just really hate chan in this story so my hand slipped

''you're a fucking slut,'' woojin spat, bringing down the whip on the inside of chan's thigh to sting in bright red, squirming the best he could when he was tied down. ''and you know it.''

chan was biting his bottom lip harshly, his thighs trembling and head hung in shame.

woojin ran the whip over his thigh for a moment before hitting him again, growling when he tried to move away. ''take your punishment.''

he cried out, unable to sit up straight like he had been asked to, gasping at the fingers lifting his chin and making him look at woojin. 

''tell me your colour,'' the dom said in a sweet voice, looking down on him a little no matter what. ''or i won't continue.''

chan gurgled for a moment before properly remembering how to talk. ''green,'' he panted. ''m a whore, p-please.''

''close your mouth,'' woojin demanded, the younger doing as told just to be struck against his cheek. ''you're a pretty whore.''

he used the whip to hit his thigh again, basking in the way they quivered and moving to his exposed and leaking cock to give a few light taps to it, just to spike fear.

''you gonna be a good slut for me?'' the older purred, running the whip up his chest until he could use it to lift his chin. ''well?''

chan let out a strained noise, nodding with tears in his eyes.

woojin dropped the whip to the side carelessly, lubing up his hand quickly and sitting in between chan's legs.

''daddy's gonna overstimulate you, yeah?'' he informed, wrapping his hand around chan and stroking him slowly.

the younger nodded in agreement, woojin moving to grab his cock with his other hand and holding him steady before using the palm of his other hand to move back and forth over him.

chan cried out, lifting his hips off of the chair and falling back down, trying to rut into the hands.

''it's your fault, really,'' woojin mocked, his movements creating wet sounds. ''i warned you to be good.''

''tried!'' chan sobbed. ''tried to be good!''

''did you, baby boy?'' the older snarled. ''because it didn't seem like it when i walked in on you riding your pillows like a desperate whore, did it?''

he was openly crying by now, fat tears rolling down his cheeks at an almost alarming rate.

woojin stopped it, using one of his hands to hold chan's and rest them on top of his thighs while he used his other to jerk him off quickly.

''i have to admit, you looked adorable,'' woojin went a little easier on him. ''thinking i wouldn't notice and getting so worked up, all pretty and desperate.''

chan whined at the sudden change of attitude, surprised that he didn't get punished when he bucked his hips into woojin's hand.

the older stroked him with practiced perfection, flicking his wrist at the exact right points to make him shake and tremble.

''o-oh daddy,'' he stuttered out, still rocking his hips the best he could. ''gonna cum, gonna cum, please.''

''alright,'' woojin allowed. ''but you won't get to stop there, if that's what you were thinking.''

chan's hips bucked without his control and he came over the dom's hand, his moans breathless as he was shaking wildly.

when woojin didn't stop stroking him even after his orgasm finished he could only cry out, jerking in his restraints.

''stay still, baby boy,'' he growled out when he just kept moving. ''don't you wanna be good for daddy?''

''please!'' chan sobbed, still angling his hips away from woojin. ''w-wanna be good!''

''you're being bad, though,'' woojin scolded, thumbing over his head and watching his stomach tense. ''such a bad mutt.''

''n-no!'' the younger protested, doing his best to stay still. ''m not bad! don' wanna be bad!''

woojin cooed at him when he came again without even noticing, too distracted by the words and his movements jerking even more.

''please stop,'' chan pleaded, hunched over and hanging in the ropes. ''r-red, red! stop!''

the older immediately let go off his cock, working on untying him from the furniture. ''did so well, baby; you're such a good boy.''

chan cried softly, head hung to hide it as he got untied as quick as possible.

once chan was finally fully released, woojin caught him in a hug, rubbing his back soothingly.

''did so well, pretty baby,'' he promised, shushing his sobs. ''daddy's sorry, yeah? it's okay, baby boy.''

and he was crying because he thought it was stupid that he used the safeword.

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