thinking about san hearing wooyoung and his girlfriend every single time she comes over...
tws: established relationship (wooyoung x f!reader), dirty talk, p in v, raw sex, praising, nicknames (baby, babe, sannie), voyeurism (???), cursing.
author's note: I've having this in my drafts FOREVER and I finally managed to finish it yayy!!! english is NOT my first language, MDNI, have fun reading this :3 AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 (o≧▽≦)ノ
San has been over this shit since the first time Wooyoung told him that his girlfriend was spending the night. And he didn’t have a problem with it, he still doesn't because he likes you, and you guys actually get along pretty well. But when the night arrives, he literally can hear everything, and when i say everything is fucking everything.
The first time, San just put on his headphones, and that… helped, until it didn't.
How can someone be so fucking loud while trying to not be?!
He swore he heard all of the times Wooyoung told you to stay quiet, how his roommate told you that HE might hear you, how that little fucker even had the nerve to say:
“You just want Sannie to hear you, don't you? You want him to know how loud you are while I fuck you?”
And today it was just another day, another day where you were coming over… and where he was definitely going to hear you both again.
San was in his room, playing with his phone, not doing much really, until he heard a moan, “here we go again…” he thought as one of his hands reached out automatically, looking for his headphones, which usually were in his nightstand, but then he remembered.
Wooyoung had borrowed his headphones…
Perfect! Absolutely perfect!
San groaned, tossing his phone to the side as he ran both of his hands over his face, looking up at the ceiling as he heard the first noises coming from the other side of the wall, which he shared with Wooyoung's room.
“Look at you, baby, riding me so eagerly, you've been craving it, haven't you?” San managed to hear Wooyoung’s voice, it was raspy, almost a whisper, but he still heard him.
And he also managed to hear your response. “Shut up. San might… hear us.”
Might? He was already hearing both of you right now.
“It's a bit hot, though. Don't you think so?” That catched San's attention, he even sat up, pressing his ear against the wall to hear the conversation more clearly.
“What do you mean?” Wooyoung chuckled at your question, his hands ran over your thighs as you slowed your movements.
“Just think about it, babe. Our little Sannie hearing us… I bet he already heard us, you're very fucking loud.”
San heard how you hit Wooyoung,—his chest—followed by his laugh.
“You even clenched around me. The idea turns you on, doesn't it?” He teased you, giving you that stupid smug smile as he leaned closer to you.
“You're just a fucking pervert.” You replied as your hands came up to rest on your boyfriend's shoulders.
Wooyoung gasped dramatically, as if he was truly offended by your words before he switched your positions, pinning you against the mattress, his hands resting on each side of your head. “And so are you.” He leaned in, capturing your lips into a slow and sensual kiss as he began to roll his hips against yours, just as slowly as the kiss. Your moans were swallowed by his lips before a gasp escaped from your lips when one of his hands went to the back of one of your thighs, pressing it against your chest, allowing himself to go deeper inside of you while he picked up the pace, making you moan louder. Wooyoung broke the kiss, just to press his free hand over your mouth to prevent you from being too loud.
"Stay quiet, baby. We don't want Sannie to wake up, do we? Or maybe you want him to hear how good i'm fucking you? mhn?”
Now you were the ones who were going to listen to him. San jumped out of bed, opened the door, and went straight to the next room. Just as he'd mustered the courage to tell you both to shut the fuck up or at least wait until he wasn't in the apartment to do your... things, he noticed the door was ajar, and his breath caught in his throat. The view was... good, I mean, it didn't bother him... at least not that much. You looked so beautiful, holding Wooyoung's forearms as he watched how he whispered things in your ear that made you blush.
"You're so cute when you blush, makes me wanna fuck you harder."
Every word that came out of Wooyoung's mouth seemed dirtier than the last, and San found himself frozen there, staring at you all in the darkness of the hallway like a damn pervert.
"You like it when I talk dirty to you, don't you? you're squeezing me so tight… you want me to fill you up again? You're so filthy, baby, always wanting more and more."
San heard you giggle against your boyfriend's hand, followed by a light slap on Wonyoung's cheek before you grabbed his chin with one hand, and removed his hand from covering your mouth with the other, crashing your lips against his.
He watched how his best friend changed the angle of his thrusts, making your brows arch as your mouth stayed in agape, your lips brushed against his before you bit his lower lip, seeing how Wooyoung smiled at that before his tongue ran over your lower lip in return.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke.
That cocky expression he made at your answer only made you pinch one of his nipples, to which he whined, laughing before his hands went down to grab your ass, giving it a squeeze.
“Very rude.” He replied between playful and raspy laughs as his hands slid from your ass to your hips, making you gasp since he had lifted your hips up to have a better angle. Your toes curled as you threw your head back, one of your hands covered your mouth while your eyes rolled in nothing but pleasure as his tip brushed against that sensitive spot inside of you that made you weak.
San's breath hitched, and he gulped, taking a step back unconsciously, feeling how his sweatpants were suddenly tighter than before. All the courage he'd mustered vanished when he looked down, noticing he'd gotten a fucking boner by watching his best friend and his girlfriend fuck. It was one thing to hear them, but quite another to literally see them doing it…
He took another step back, and this time his back hit the wall, causing the clock hanging there to fall. After the impact, silence, pure and deathly silence, followed by soft footsteps and the rustling of fabric. San froze completely, his face almost white. He didn't know whether to run, hide, stand there, scream, or stay silent. Only the light from the room in front of him suddenly hitting his face brought him back to reality. It was Wooyoung, his hair disheveled, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his shorts on backward.
"Hey, everything alright here?" He asked as he leaned against the doorframe and closed the door behind him to cover anything that his friend might see inside—a bit late for that.
“Yeah… I just tripped.” San swallowed a bit too hard, and that made Wooyoung raise an eyebrow before he let out an amused laugh.
“You sure? You seem a bit… pale.” Wooyoung was clearly teasing San, and he was clearly not having it.
“I tripped, okay? And can you guys keep it down? I'm trying to sleep.”
Wooyoung's smile only grew wider as his gaze roamed over San's entire body, stopping at where his friend had put his hands to cover himself—he was so obvious, it was almost endearing.
“Sure, no problem at all.” Wonyoung chuckled, waving a hand to San as his free hand opened the door, and before he closed it, he gave him one last smile. “Just knock next time if you wanna see more clearly, yeah?” Followed by a wink.