I saw that status change sis! I know you've been struggling to write lately so how about a small, super short wooseok drabble?
How about it indeed! And you said “super short” so that’s what you got lol - I can do drabbles cause they don’t take much thought and y’all aren’t expecting them to be long
No gender specified for the reader.
Warnings: Hickies, almost blowjob??, no actual sex because fucking Yuto is the worst roommate of the year, special thanks for the requester specifying “super short”
Searing kisses are pressed into his skin, a low rumble in his chest manifesting itself as his version of whining until you move back up from his neck to reclaim his lips. His fingers dig into your hips, not daring to touch anywhere else, dark eyes glassy and breath coming short when you pull away from his lips again. They’re shiny and kiss-bruised, and when you rub your thumb across his bottom lip he lets his eyes slip shut and his head fall back to the pillow.
Dark bruises litter his neck, done intermittently between the deep kisses he’d so adamantly demanded you give him – even now, during this small pause, his eyes have re-opened to slits and you know another one of his rumbling whines is sure to emerge if you don’t do anything.
You press your hand firmly to his chest to keep him in place and move down his body – he’s so tall, and for a long moment he refuses to let go of your hips with an impudent stubbornness – so you can straddle his thighs. He shivers when the button to his jeans is audibly undone with a hollow pop, breath sighing out between his lips while you slowly drag the zipper down. It’s so quiet in the room that the sound is clearly heard by the both of you.
His hands come down and hook under his pants, pulling them down the small amount he can without sitting up – you don’t bother helping him, leaning down to wrap your lips around his extremely prominent bulge. His underwear doesn’t really do much good in concealing it, aroused as he is – it strains against the fabric and he grunts at your teasing, fingers curling into his pants more.
“Couldn’t you –“ He starts, voice thick and husky, and you let out a small laugh before trailing your lips up to grab teasingly at the waistband with your teeth. Wooseok sucks in a breath of anticipation –
And the bedroom door slams open. Wooseok jerks into a sitting position so quickly you’re almost knocked over backwards as he attempts to pull a sheet over the two of you (even if you’re both still basically fully clothed).
“Oh.” Yuto doesn’t sound as surprised as he should, and he’s not even looking at the two of you, rifling through his closet for his leather jacket, apparently, which he pulls out and slips on. “Sorry. Don’t stop on my account.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all, and even throws you a grin. You can still remember the first day he’d met you, how polite and shy he’d been, how he’d kept his hands crossed politely in front of him. What a difference getting to know him made..
“Oh fuck off, man..” Wooseok grumbles, face flushed. Yuto just laughs at him and waves goodbye as he leaves – and shuts the door behind him – while Wooseok buries his face in his hands. Even his ears have become red by now.
“Should have locked the door –“
“Should have locked the door, yeah, I know –“ Wooseok bites back at you, and you punch him gently in the shoulder, laughing as you crawl over his legs to go do just that. You weren’t finished with him yet.