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Feb 18

Amor Unus Et Unus (One and Only Love)

↳ Woosan ↳ Rated E One Shot ↳ Top San x Bottom Wooyoung ↳ Wc: 11,430

Notes before we start. This little au was solely inspired by the two pictures i saw of san and wooyoung at a fan sign recently and wooyoung had his head laying on san's lap and they were just looking at eachother in love - ughhhhaslkdfjasklf

Here's the pictures if you want to see what im talking about

Before we start, let me list out the tags!: choi san x jung wooyoung, fluff and smut, shameless smut, prn with feelings, prn with plot if you squint, oral sex, bjs, face fucking, best friends to lovers, name calling, breeding kink if you squint, wooyoung has a vgina.

Enjoy :)

San couldn't say exactly what him and Wooyoung were. Sure, they were friends – anyone could say that. But San would be lying to himself if he said he didn't have feelings for Wooyoung. They've spent the last eight years growing up together, exploring the world together. They've been together for their highest highs and their lowest fucking lows. They've loved without speaking the three words that often sit at the tip of San's tongue. Nights of hushed moans, and hands roaming each other under silk sheets far into the early hours of the morning. Only for San to wake up in the morning missing the person who he needs the most in his life. It only confuses San more when Wooyoung specifically seeks San's affection out, because Wooyoung could easily have anyone he wanted. But he chooses San every single fucking time. The contrast of Wooyoung always choosing him, yet never being there when the morning comes leaves San with a sour taste in his mouth.

But that doesn't stop San from setting up romantic dates for them. Well, he never out right tells Wooyoung they're dates, but deep down San hopes that Wooyoung knows that they are. He can hope, right? He's taken Wooyoung to his favorite restaurant, renting out the whole upstairs so they were alone. The lights dimmed, candles on the table. On his birthday San bought Wooyoung his favorite flowers, and brought him to a surprise picnic at a local park. Though the late November evening air is always cold, they sit close together, shoulder to shoulder, giggling and smiling at each other and on more than one occasion Wooyoung has slotted himself in between San's legs, only for San to wrap his arms around Wooyoung's stomach to pull him close.

Today, however, will be a first for San. It's Valentine's Day after all. After a long talk with Yunho and Mingi, who were also in the same situation a few years ago, he got some much needed advice from his two tall friends. San's scared to say the least, worried beyond belief that him confessing is going to fuck everything up between them. But Yunho and Mingi seem to think that Wooyoung also has feelings towards San. Which sounds insane to San, because he knows Wooyoung like the back of his own hand and he's never noticed it before.

"I don't know you guys, what if he doesn't like me back like that?" San shifts in the seat at Yunho and Mingi's table, hands wrapped around a warm coffee cup.

The couple share a look with each other before looking back to San. "I don't get how you don't see it San-ah." Mingi states, folding his arms across his chest.

"He's never said anything to me." San looks down into the coffee cup, steam warming his face.

"And neither have you." Yunho says flatly. San scrunches his nose at that. "Listen San, if you have these feelings for Wooyoung then you need to tell him. It ate me alive, just about killing me before I confessed to Mingi and look at us now." Yunho smile as he looks at Mingi, hand reaching down and placing it on Mingi's thigh.

Mingi smiles back at Yunho, shifting himself closer to Yunho before he speaks. "Maybe you don't notice it, but literally everyone else does except you two."

San raises an eyebrow to his friends, "Everyone?" The pair nod in unison. "Fuck, okay."

So with that San thanks his friends, and leaves their apartment with a new found excitement for later that evening.

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San was nervous, he hoped this was enough. He didn't want to take Wooyoung out tonight, for several reasons if he's being honest, but the biggest one being that if Wooyoung rejected him it would at least be at his own apartment and not in front of other people.

On his way home from Mingi and Yunho's apartment, he called Seonghwa asking if he knew of a place that would do carry out tonight and to Wooyoung's tastes because, well, San couldn't cook well and everything needed to be perfect for Wooyoung. At least Wooyoung could have a good meal if he decided to reject San.

Right.

Positive thoughts. This was going to go well. Yunho and Mingi said it would.

He stopped for flowers and a cute, cheesy card that had two cats on it. One an orange calico and the other a pure black cat – fitting for Wooyoung. The cats are cheek to cheek, looking very content with their closeness, with a cute font on it stating "I'd spend all 9 lives with you." It was perfect, and San smiled wide to himself as he grabbed it and took himself to the check out.

Once he was back at his apartment, he called the restaurant Seonghwa suggested and luckily they were doing carry out tonight. Thank god. He made reservations for pick up at 7pm, which meant he had three hours to clean his apartment – which truly was already clean, but his nervous mind was telling San it was an absolutely mess. So clean he did. But first, he must text Wooyoung to invite him over for a movie night and dinner – that's what San told him, and well, it wasn't too far off.

Luckily Wooyoung agreed to come over, and seemed happy that San invited him over today. A small part of San's whipped Wooyoung brain told him it was because it was Valentine's Day and that maybe, just maybe Wooyoung was hoping for something more as well.

Fingers crossed.

Three hours passed by in a blink of an eye. He was already back at his apartment, food in hand as he pulled his plates out of the cabinet to plate everything. He checked the time on his watch, and took a deep breath, Wooyoung should be here in about ten minutes. Plenty of time for him to plate everything, and light the candles. He decided to put the flowers and card out of sight in his bedroom for right now, opting to not immediately overwhelm Wooyoung as soon as he steps foot into his apartment.

As he puts the card and flowers in his room, he hears a knock on his front door. Checking the time on his watch again, smiling at Wooyoung being right on time. He quickly strides over to the front door, unlocking and opening it to find a very, very pretty Wooyoung standing there. Red hair pushed back on his head, with a few stands falling down onto his forehead. He did his makeup today, and San wasn't aware that he was capable of such artistry, because wow, the smokey eye he gave himself somehow made his beautiful brown eyes stand out even more. Uneven eyes accentuated with the way he chose to do his eye liner, adding the most weight to the liner in the corner of his eyes only. His clothes were very much Wooyoung, a black satin top flowed down his frame in such a way that made San's mouth water, enticing San and his hands to roam his body. His long legs were wrapped in leather pants, showing off every swell and curve of his toned long legs. He had his favorite pair of healed boots on as well, which cutely made him the same height as San.

His breath hitches as his eyes rake over the man in front of him, cheeks warming as he catches himself staring "Hi, Youngie."

Wooyoung smiles wide, and so fucking beautiful, eyes creasing as he steps into San's apartment. "Hi San-ah." Once Wooyoung strides past San, he turns around on the heal of his boots, hands coming up to San's cheeks, squeezing them slightly as he leans in and kisses San. It's soft, and quick and it makes butterflies explode in San's stomach. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Okay San wasn't expecting that. He smiles at Wooyoung, dimples showing on the soft skin of his cheeks. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

Wooyoung's eyes sparkle with a warmth that gives San the smallest sliver of hope that tonight will turn out how he wants it. Wooyoung tilts his head to the side, nose pointing in the direction of San's kitchen table. "Oohh, San-ah, what did you get for dinner? It smells so good!" Wooyoung puts a hand on San's shoulder as he unzips his boots, toeing out of them one at a time, setting his bag down in the process. Before Wooyoung speaks again he looks at San with a hunger in his eyes that has San's heartbeat pounding in his ears. "I'm starving."

And what the fuck is San supposed to say to that? He's not really sure, so he clears his throat, eyes darting to the floor as a soft blush kisses his cheeks and travels down his neck. "I got a few of your favorites." He grabs onto Wooyoung's wrist, pulling him behind him because he can not look Wooyoung in the eyes right now. Because San is a weak man for Wooyoung, and one more second of that lust filled gaze will surely put his plans to the side and he doesn't want that.

At least not for now.

As they round the corner of the entry way, Wooyoung lets out a shocked squeak as he takes in the array of his favorite foods and the candles that neatly decorate the table. He pouts, bottom lip jutting out as he stops dead in his tracks and it causes San to huff out a little breath of air at the sudden pull back to his arm. "Sannie." Wooyoung's eyes shine as they look between San's. "You – you did this just for me?"

San smiles, a little giggle leaving his lips. "Who else?"

Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders, looking towards the floor for a quick second and when he locks eyes with San again, his pretty tanned skin is shaded in the most beautiful pink San has ever seen. "I don't know Sannie. I don't deserve all this."

San fully turns around to face Wooyoung now. He reaches both of his hands out to take Wooyoung's, "Well, I think you deserve this and more, Young-ah." I love you. Those three damn words almost leave San's mouth without much thought. He decides to not let the food get any colder instead of saying what he really wants to say. He stands off to the side, arm motioning to one of his seats at the table. "Please sit down, I want to eat before it gets cold." He takes a few steps away from Wooyoung, pulling the chair out for him.

Wooyoung bows slightly at the gesture, a big smile spread across his face. "This seems very date like, Sannie." He giggles as he sits down in the chair, allowing for San to push his seat in a bit, the scrape of the wooden legs against the wood floor echoes in the room. San swallows the knot in this throat as he strides over to his seat across the table from Wooyoung. Mind racing on whether to tell Wooyoung the truth now, or "– This smells so good, where did you get it from?"

San lets out a breath, thanking whatever god is looking over him right now. "Ah, I called Hwa and asked if he knew of any good places."

Wooyoung leans over the table slightly, grabbing a plate of food and forking some onto his plate. "And did you tell him it was for me, or?"

"He already knew it was for you." San reaches across the table to pour Wooyoung a glass of his favorite beer.

"Oh?" Wooyoung arches an eye brow to San.

"We do go out a lot together," San shrugs, putting the can of beer down on the table. "Sometimes I need new ideas, ya know? Seonghwa has good tastes." San hopes he sounds nonchalant when he speaks, and not like some desperate loser who is constantly wanting to impress his long time crush. That would be crazy.

"Hm –," Wooyoung nods slightly at the admission. They lock eyes for a moment across the table, hands paused with whatever they were doing and San swears he feels it. Can feel the love radiating off of Wooyoung as he looks over San's face. A love so deep that words can't begin to explain it, can't even begin to explain what they mean to each other. Wooyoung's dark chocolate eyes sparkle again, big and round with so much affection in them that San feels his heart skip a few beats.

He smiles softly as he takes in the most beautiful human across from him. A beauty that radiates in everything that Wooyoung does. The way he speaks, the way he carries himself – how he instantly pulls all the attention to himself when he walks into a room. The way he cares for people and how he loves people, full of unwavering dedication. How over the past eight years San has watched Wooyoung bloom into this very person that he loves and cherishes so much.

I love you.

"– Thank you, San-ah." Wooyoung smiles at him, one corner of his lip quirks upwards as his cheeks round softly, the edge of his eyes creasing. 'Beautiful' San thinks, the word settling deep in his chest, warm and aching all at once. "You always take such good care of me, I don't know what I'd do without you."

I love you.

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"San, are you okay? You keep shaking your leg." Wooyoung asks from his spot on San's lap, head resting on top of San's thighs. After dinner was finished, and put away San let Wooyoung pick what movie they could watch for the remaining of the evening. But instead of Wooyoung just simply sitting next to San, as he normally does, he's opted to lay his head down on San's lap, his pretty red hair splaying across San's jeans as he faces the television. His nerves are eating him alive, licking up his spine with the thought of the flowers and card sitting on the wood surface of his dresser in his room. Waiting for the right moment to be brought out, and, well, the nerves are making his legs fidget.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I was doing it." San makes a mental note to himself to stop bouncing his legs, and to take a deep breath. His eyes focus back onto the movie that's playing in front of him as one of his hands lands on Wooyoung's side, thumb brushing over the satin covered skin. San's other hand falls into the pretty strands of red, slightly scratching his scalp and it has Wooyoung humming slightly.

The vibration of Wooyoung's low hum dance across his thighs and he doesn't mean to stare again, greedy with the closeness of Wooyoung. The warmth of his head laying on his legs, the warmth San feels under his hand – it's real, warm and almost like he belongs there. The television flickers softly in the dim room, casting mesmerizing shades over Wooyoung's face, and San feels his breath catch in his chest at the sight.

How could he have gotten so lucky to have this man in his life?

The light traces every detail San already knows by heart. The gentle and equally sharp slope of Wooyoung's nose. The curve of his lips, that are parted slightly as that absentminded hum continues – lips that San has lost count of how many times he's kissed. His long lashes cast a faint shadow against his cheeks when he blinks, slow and heavy with comfort.

San's gaze softens, affection swelling so fiercely it almost aches. Eight years of memories flash through his brain – late nights full of laughter, whispered secrets, roaming hands, hushed moans. Fights that never really mattered and they're all crashing down on San right now in his living room. Moments full of tenderness, learning how each other worked and how they worked together.

Eight years of loving him.

He watches as the light dances across Wooyoung's face, seemingly unaware of San looking at him with such fondness that he's sure Wooyoung would see hearts in his eyes instead of pupils. He brushes a loose strand of red hair back off of Wooyoung's forehead, "Pretty." He whispers, the word slipping out before he can stop himself. San internally curses at himself for letting the six letter word slip from his lips. It's not that he's never told Wooyoung he's pretty, it's just never fallen from his mouth so unprovoked – just by simply watching his whole world lay on his legs. Never slipped from his lips with how he feels like there's unspoken words between both of them tonight.

The hopes of Wooyoung not hearing him crash down around him as he hears the rhythmic constant hum falter, only to completely stop in the next breath. San watches as Wooyoung slowly tilts is head back, eyes looking towards San with a softness that sends San's pulse racing. There's a flicker of something unreadable in his expression before Wooyoung shifts, turning onto his back but never leaving San's lap. He looks up at him now, mouth parted again as if he wants to speak but nothing leaves his plump lips that San can only think about kissing right now. The glow of the television lights still dancing ever so beautifully across his features. Wooyoung's voice is quiet, almost shy. "What did you say?"

For a moment San thinks of laughing it off, playing it as if Wooyoung was the one that heard something he surely didn't say. But the way Wooyoung is looking at him, curious and vulnerable as if he really did hear San say that six letter word and is simply wanting admission to it. San blinks hard, and suddenly eight years of loving this amazingly beautiful human being laying on his legs is unfuckingbearable.

He takes a deep breath, voice wavering as he speaks. "I said –"

Okay, San you can do this.

"– I said, pretty." Wooyoung's eyes widen slightly, and San feels his heart hammering in his chest with threats of breaking a few ribs. Every single instinct is screaming for him to retreat, to swallow the words that are sitting on the back of his tongue, words that he has longed to say to the man he loves with every fiber of his being for the last eight years. But not tonight, no. He hears Yunho's words echo in his head, "It ate me alive, just about killing me before I confessed …" Right, he could do this. He had to do this.

A shaky hand moves to Wooyoung's cheek, thumb brushing across the soft honey toned skin. "I –" He stops, taking a deep breath, his other hand is squeezing the side of the couch hoping it offers him some support. "I love you, I've loved you for so long Wooyoung."

The silence that Wooyoung offers is deafening, but when San searches his face he doesn't see annoyance or disgust, rather a quiet and silent plea for San to continue. His ears are hot, his pulse rushing through him so quickly it's threatening to make him dizzy. "I fell in love with you years ago." His voice cracks at the admission, raw and unguarded. "I chose you years ago, without even realizing it. Somewhere along the way, over these eight years, Wooyoung, you just became it for me." San's thumb brushes lightly over the freckle under his eye. "No one else could ever compare to you," His emotions swell in his chest, tears starting to threaten their descent down his face. "No one could ever be you, Jung Wooyoung." San pokes Wooyoung's cheek, the action causing him to smile wide with so much love pouring from his eyes San can't help but smile back. "I have been so madly in love with you. So please, love me back."

Wooyoung's eyes stay locked onto San's and for a split second, he looks completely frozen – beautiful lips parted, breath seemingly caught as the flickering lights from the television reflect in big brown eyes that are shining, brimming with tears. The confession echos in the silence, hanging itself over the both of them and San starts to worry though the expression on Wooyoung's face is everything but disgusted. But Wooyoung blinks, expression shifting across his features as something achingly soft graces his face.

Wooyoung smiles, voice barely above a whisper. "Wait a moment." Wooyoung pushes himself upright from San's lap, the sudden absence of his warmth feels jarring, almost wrong to San and on instinct his hand reaches out catching Wooyoung's in an attempt to stop him.

"Wooyoung, wait –" A simple squeeze to the others hand. "I –"

"Sannie, just wait a second." Wooyoung's voice isn't cold or distant, but it's soft and dripping in love and it has San's heart skipping a beat. San watches as Wooyoung skips over to his bag that leans against the small table by his front door, crouching next to it and he can't help but giggle as he hears Wooyoung's knees crack. "Don't laugh at me and my knees." Wooyoung pouts, voice teasing as he whips his head around to look at San from over his shoulder.

"Okay, close your eyes for me, San-ah." Wooyoung shifts slightly, turning his body a little more towards San and his living room, hands hid off to the side so San can't see what he's hiding.

"Uhm –" Though Wooyoung hasn't given San any actual reason to think he's rejecting him, the wait and anticipation is gnawing at his skin. "Youngie, I … I'm confused."

"Choi San, close your eyes –" Wooyoung states, voice stern and deep and it leaves San no room to question further. "Just, trust me." His voice is airy as he lets out a little watery laugh and San wonders if he's actually crying or not. "Please, baby." The softness of Wooyoung's voice warms his chest all the same, and he smiles at Wooyoung nodding his head as he closes his eyes.

San can hear hear the soft footsteps of Wooyoung walking back over to him, and he smiles slightly as he can feel Wooyoung's legs brush against his knees. He hears Wooyoung take a deep breath, "Okay, open them." San's eyes slowly flutter open, and directly in front of him is a white box, tied with a red ribbon that San recognizes immediately as his favorite strawberry dessert, from his favorite little shop, that Wooyoung has teased him for loving too much. On top of the box, nestled under the ribbon, he sees a card that looks so similar to the one waiting for him in his room. Two illustrated cats stare back at him, pressed together with their tails curled into the shape of a heart, and text that reads, "Happy Meowtine's Day!"

San looks up, somehow stunned at the action but they've always been on the same page with everything throughout their eight years together. Wooyoung's eyes are brimmed with tears that cling to his lashes, but never quite falling. His smile wavers under the weight of his emotions, bottom lip trembling slightly as he watches San take it all in. "I was going to give this to you tonight." He mutters out, laughing softly. "I spent forever trying to find a card that was so us." Wooyoung takes a half turn to the side, leaning down as he puts San's gifts onto the coffee table. His voice is raw, and vulnerable when he speaks. "I didn't think you'd say it first."

San stands up, their noses almost brushing together as he reaches for Wooyoung's hands down by his sides. Wooyoung's eyes flit between San's, tears finally sliding down his cheeks, but he doesn't bother wiping them away. "San, I've loved you too." Wooyoung sniffles, taking a deep breath. "For eight long years, San, I thought I was the only one." Brown eyes fall to San's mouth for a moment, and before San can even blink Wooyoung is leaning in to kiss him. San can feel his lips tremble against his own, his arms snaking around San's neck as his wet cheeks dampen San's, but he doesn't mind. He could never mind as long it's Wooyoung. "I thought I was okay with being your best friend, but I can't lie to you or lie to myself any longer. I've been madly in love with you too, San-ah."

San's breath hitches, the weight of silently loving his best friend finally breaking. "You chose me years ago?"

Wooyoung giggles, nodding his head as his fingers lace together through San's hair. "Yes, eight long years ago."

San smiles, his cute dimples showing as he feels a tear fall down his cheek at the admission. "I –" He sniffles, leaning in to kiss Wooyoung again. "I have something for you, too." Before he lets Wooyoung answer, he leaves a quick kiss on top of his nose and disappears down the hallway into his room. Once in his room, San grabs the card and the vase full of Wooyoung's favorite flowers. "Close your eyes, Young-ah!" San shouts from the doorway, still out of the sight of Wooyoung.

He hears giggling down the hallway, "Okay, they're closed Sannie!" Wooyoung sing songs back.

San rounds the doorway, making his way down the hall with sluggish movements, making sure to peek his head around the wall, gifts hidden. "No peeking, okay?"

"San, my back is turned away from you and my eyes are closed." Wooyoung laughs loud, "What more do you want?"

San laughs at that – okay, yes he's being ridiculous. "You're right, you're right –"

"When am I not?" Wooyoung jokes, shoulders rising and falling as he laughs more.

"Okay, brat, whatever." San jokes, stopping himself behind Wooyoung. "Turn around, please." As Wooyoung turns around his breath hitches as he makes sense of what's in San's hands. In one hand, a cat card – one so adorably cute and very them. He reads the text on the card, smiling as he finishes the sentence. Wooyoung's brown eyes flit up to San's before falling to the bouquet of his favorite flowers in a soft purple vase with pink hearts.

Wooyoung's bottom lip pushes out a little bit, eyes brimmed with tears again. "San, these are beautiful."

San smiles, "Beautiful flowers, for a beautiful person. Happy Valentine's Day baby."

Wooyoung chokes on a cry, tears falling down his cheeks again as he leans in and smells the flowers. "Happy Valentine's day my Sannie." He gentle grabs the gifts, leaning over to set them on the coffee table behind San. When the items are safely out of the way, he slips his arms behind San's neck again, bringing himself closer to San. Chest to chest, body warmth radiating between the two of them, its dizzying and Wooyoung notices a small shift in the air of the dim living room. He swallows hard as he feels San's muscular arms wrap around his waste, pulling him impossibly closer. His eyes fall down to San's lips, his own tongue pushing out between his lips and wetting them before he speaks. "Eight years Choi San. We've been idiots for eight long years."

San swallows, a small huff of air leaving his lips. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this?" He noses into Wooyoung's neck, wet lips touching the soft skin as he speaks. Wooyoung hums, head tilting to the side to allow San to continue to speak into his flesh. "All the nights before, it was never enough." As he speaks, his hands slip under Wooyoung's top as his thumbs dig into the soft flesh above his hips.

"Hmn – San –" Wooyoung moans out, soft and breathy as the pretty notes of his voice permeate San's ears, cock instantly twitching in his jeans.

"My pretty Young-ah," He nips at Wooyoung's neck, hands grabbing his waste turning them around so the back of San's knees push against the sofa. "Always so soft and beautiful for me, but never mine." San release his iron grip on Wooyoung's waist, sitting himself down on the sofa, making sure to give Wooyoung plenty of space to straddle his lap if he so chose to.

Wooyoung shakes his head slightly, "Always have been yours San-ah." He leans forward, placing a hand on the top of San's broad shoulder as he swings a leg over San's and settles himself onto San's lap. Wooyoung's knees dig into the back of the sofa, as he slings his arms around San's neck again. Wooyoung leans forward, nosing into the right side of San's neck, brushing against the freckles that decorate the honey toned skin. "Every moan was yours." He noses further down San's neck, wet lips brushing against the warmth of San's skin. "Every mark you left on me," Wooyoung grinds his hips down onto San, smiling against his neck when he feels San's hard cock meet his cunt, sending electric pangs straight down his spine. "It was always yours." Wooyoung kisses over the freckles of San's neck, open mouth and sloppy as he starts closest to his ear and makes his way down the goosebump covered skin.

San grunts as he feels Wooyoung suck the soft skin of his neck into his mouth, surely marking San as his own and the thought of being marked and owned by Wooyoung had his cock twitch in his jeans again, the ache becoming uncomfortable. "Always yours for the taking." Wooyoung mumbles as he lets go of San's skin with a pop. As Wooyoung grinds down on San's cock for another time, his hands dig into the meat of Wooyoung's thighs, pulling and pushing his hips against his cock. The friction feels too good, and San doesn't want to admit to himself or out loud that he could definitely cum like this if he's not careful.

"Fuck –" He gasps, head falling back on the couch as his hips buck into Wooyoung's crotch.

"So hard for me San-ah." Wooyoung whispers into San's ear, his warm breath fanning over San's skin has him whimper under the other man. "All for me, right?" He teases, grinding down again.

"Hhmmn – all for you," San sucks a broken breath through his teeth as Wooyoung's pushes his ass against his cock. "Always for you, baby." Wooyoung grunts as San's hands wrap around the back of his neck pulling their lips together in a bruising kiss. This isn't the first time they've kissed, however, it is the first time that Wooyoung has felt such a charged energy to their kiss. The eight year confession between the both of them, seemingly have broken down a few walls and raised up the desire the two already felt for each other. Wooyoung's brows furrow, eyes peeking open as he feels San suck his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down hard and Wooyoung swears he can taste metallic in his mouth. "Focus on me, Wooyoung."

"Shit –" Wooyoung moans out, grinding his hips down harder with more intent than before. "Always focused on you San." He kisses San back, swallowing down the moan San gives him without hesitation as he pushes his tongue into San's mouth. Wooyoung rises up on his hips slightly, angling himself a little higher than San, a fist full of San's hair in his hand as he pulls back hard. He smiles against San's mouth as he feels the growl rumble through San's body, attempting to make an exit through his mouth but Wooyoung's already there to swallow down the noise. Wooyoung pulls away from San, still cranking San's head back with his hair as his mouth falls open, panting with wet, swollen lips. "Can you fuck my face?"

San's mouth falls open, eyes narrowing in on the man in front of him – an unquenchable flame of lust licking up his spine. He nods his head the best he can with his hair still pulled tight by Wooyoung. "Get on your knees then, beautiful."

In a blink of an eye, Wooyoung slides off of San's lap and is nestled between his legs as Wooyoung presses his cheek into San's thigh. One of Wooyoung's hands snakes over San's covered erection, squeezing his hand slightly as he moves them over San. "S' hard Sannie." He smiles up at San, long eye lashes batting against his cheeks. Big brown doe eyes bore into San's and San can swear Wooyoung already looks fucked out before anythings happened.

San smiles back at Wooyoung, his one hand reaches down to card through Wooyoung's pretty red hair. "So pretty baby."

Wooyoung giggles a little, cheeks kissed with a soft shade of pink. His eyes trail down San's body, taking in every detail of San – clothes be damned, he knew this man's body without having to see it naked. He leans himself off of San's thigh, hands running up San's thighs as they carefully move to the center of his jeans. Wooyoung teases San, hands slipping under his shirt, fingers dancing across the top of his jeans, mapping out the peaks and valleys of San's stomach. His skin warm and so so soft under his fingers. Wooyoung's eyes fall back up to San's face as he angles his fingers in a way that has his nails digging into San's skin. His nails drag up the front of San's chest, a low moan leaving his mouth has Wooyoung squeezing his thighs together, his body starting to ache for more, begging for something other than the pressure his pants are providing.

As his hands reach the top of San's chest, he paused, fingers rubbing over the pebbled nub of San's already hard nipples. A pretty breathy sigh leaves San's mouth as he squeezes the nubs in between his fingers, and Wooyoung drinks in San's reaction, getting drunk on the way his head falls to the side, mouth falling open as his hips push up slightly against Wooyoung. On the descent back down of San's torso, his hands dance off to the side, nails raking down the side of San's ribs and Wooyoung can feel his cock twitch hard in his jeans. "Wooyoungie, hmmn, please baby."

Wooyoung huffs out a little breath, wanting to tease more but the warmth pooling in his stomach is also begging for me. His fingers push behind the denim on San's stomach, fingers delicately unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down the zipper. Once Wooyoung pulls open San's jeans, hands are pushed into Wooyoung's view – San seemingly getting impatient, as his hands dig into the fabric around his waist, thumbs pushing behind his briefs to push both intrusive pieces of clothing off of his lower half in a quick hip raise and huff of breath falling out of his mouth.

Wooyoung's mouth waters as he watches San's thick cock spring free of its confines. It slaps against his shirt before falling to the side and down in front of Wooyoung's face. The tip flushed red and wet with precum, balls hanging heavy and full in between San's thighs. His hands drag over San's thighs, eyes locked onto his cock as it bobs at the feeling of nails grazing across San's skin. "Fuck, San –" Wooyoung whines out, hand grabbing San's cock. His hand squeezes at the base, and precum dribbles out a bit more before he leans in, eyes locking onto San's as he licks from the base up to the flushed head.

San's eyes bore into Wooyoung's, teeth sinking into his bottom lip in a quiet protest of not wanting to fall apart from the younger just licking at his achingly hard cock. A shudder runs through San's body as Wooyoung slips his length into his wet, warm mouth. His hand is still wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, the other hand planted firmly on the top of San's knee. Specifically where the two of them shared a matching tattoo, a silent claim to each other, inked into their skin, a permanent reminder for them both.

He watches as Wooyoung makes careful work of his cock, every time Wooyoung's pretty mouth went down on his length, he took San in further and further. Allowing himself time to adjust to the thick cock that he wanted to swallow down on. Every time Wooyoung pulled himself up on San, his tongue would push against the backside of his cock, careful not to have this teeth drag on him. His careful and sinful tongue swirled around the already sensitive tip of San's cock – hissing out a moan every time it happened. "Ahh, hmm – Wooyoung. Fuck, your mouth."

Wooyoung pulls off of San's cock with hallowed cheeks and pop as the heaviness of it bounced down and back up almost brushing against Wooyoung's red and puffy lips. He rests the side of his face on San's thigh again, hand pumping over San's spit and precum covered cock, the slide easy and wet, the lewd noises filling the space of the room. "Taste so good, Sannie." Before San can even answer Wooyoung is back on his cock, his one hand resuming the grip on his base. Wooyoung's brows furrow in concentration as he breathes out through his nose and slides his mouth all the way down on San. His nose pushes up against his fingers at the base, moaning around San as he bottoms out.

San's eyes flutter shut, hand flying down to the red strands, fingers card through them and holding against the back of Wooyoung's head. "Shit shit shit shit – ahhh." San groans as his cock breaches the back of Wooyoung's throat, warm and velvet and welcoming even though San is bigger and thicker than most. Wooyoung moans around San's length as he speaks, not saying anything of value but it spurs on Wooyoung all the same, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to give himself some relief.

As Wooyoung pushes himself back down on San, the hand that was previously holding the base of his cock is moved away, hands gripping on the top of San's knees as he swallows around his cock, nose effectively pushing into San's abdomen, the short and neatly trimmed pubes tickling his nose. He holds himself though, breathing through his nose, and as San's cock comfortably settles in his throat Wooyoung moans at the feeling. The feeling of his throat being stuffed with the thick length of his San has his head reeling in excitement and dripping in arousal.

Wooyoung pulls himself off San again, panting as spit connects his puffy lips to the tip of San's cock head. Wet, tear brimmed eyes look up to San as he nods his head slightly. "M' ready Sannie."

San just nods his head, too stunned at the beautiful man between his legs. Cheeks shaded red, eyes warm yet wet with the threat of tears. Lips so wet, red and puffy have his mind reeling. The string of spit still connects his weeping cock head to Wooyoung's lips. His eyes fall to the top of his knees where Wooyoung's nails are still dug into the skin, the sting so good and San knows little crescent shapes will be left in their wake once Wooyoung moves his hands.

"You know the rules. Two taps of your finger against either knee if you need me to stop, okay?" San leaned forward, fingers carding through Wooyoung's hair as he searches his eyes for the answer he's looking for.

Wooyoung nods, leaning into the comforting touch of San's hands in his hair. "Yes, Sannie." His smile is a little lopsided and distant as he speaks.

"Repeat what I just told you, Wooyoung, need to make sure you heard me baby." San's thumb brushing across his cheek.

Wooyoung blinks slowly up at San, "Two taps on either of your knees if I need you to stop." He smiles at San, teeth showing behind his lips, "See Sannie, I listen to you."

San leans forward further, hand slipping under Wooyoung's chin to pull his head up slightly. When his lips meet Wooyoung's he's met with the taste of himself, and something sweet off of Wooyoung's tongue. He pats his head softly, leaning back against the sofa again. "Such a good boy for listening to me. You ready?"

"Mhmm – ready Sannie." Wooyoung giggles, "Your good boy."

San grabs the base of his cock, lining it up with Wooyoung's lips, pushing into the plump flesh before Wooyoung opens his mouth for him. "Always such a good boy for me, huh?" San growls out as he pushes himself further into Wooyoung's ever familiar warmth of his mouth. Wooyoung can only moan around his length as San's extra hand reaches for the red strands again and once his cock is down Wooyoung's throat San releases the base of himself. Now with both hands fisting a handful of red, he pulls Wooyoung off of himself, pulling him back down in a quick motion and the sudden intrusion has Wooyoung gagging on his dick, spit drooling out of the side of his mouth.

"So good Wooyoung." He praises the man between his legs. San starts building a rhythm for himself, up and down on his cock, spit easily falling out between Wooyoung's lips and the sides of San's cock. It's so messy and wet, drool spreads down Wooyoung's chin and down his neck. Gagging and coughing when San pushes himself down his throat a little too quickly but Wooyoung never taps his thigh, and instead only continues to moan and whimper as San uses him as his personal fleshlight.

"Fuck – hmnn –" A broken moan leaves San's mouth, pulling Wooyoung's head down on his cock again, pushing his nose hard into his abdomen. "My personal little cock sleeve," San feels his vision tunnel around Wooyoung and only Wooyoung as he holds his head still and starts fucking up into his mouth instead. His hips snap upwards in a lust driven haze, and the intensity of it has both of them moaning. "God – it's like your mouth was made for me." San groans out, pulling himself out of Wooyoung's mouth, holding his head steady.

Wooyoung whimpers at the loss of San's length in his mouth, bottom lip pouting as he blinks up at San. "Gonna fuck me now?" The question sent electrodes down San's spine because how can the words so sweetly fall out of Wooyoung's mouth while he looks like a fucked out mess from only his cock.

"Is that what you want baby?" San cups Wooyoung's face, thumb brushing over his skin.

"Yes, please."

San smiles, nodding his head as he lets go of Wooyoung's hair. "Stand up, and undress for me beautiful."

Wooyoung stands from his spot between San's legs, hands moving slowly down his chest, fingers tracing over every dip of muscle and flesh in the most tantalizing way. He grabs the satin fabric where it ends, pulling it further up his stomach before he turns around, back facing San, as he slowly pulls the shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. The tattoo on his neck peeking through the strands of hair, muscles pulling taut as they slide over bone when Wooyoung moves his hands down to his pants.

San wouldn't call himself a greedy man, but when he see's Wooyoung's back he finds himself leaning forward on the sofa as his hands trail over his back. His finger tips running down the center of his back where his spine resides and it elicits a barely audible gasp from Wooyoung. "So pretty."

Wooyoung doesn't comment at what San says, choosing to ignore him as he turns around to face San instead. His thumbs push under his leather pants as he shimmies himself out of them and as they fall down to his ankles, he's left there – bare and exposed to the man he loves, a pretty pair of red lacy panties cover his most intimate parts. Shy and bashful eyes fall to the floor as Wooyoung crosses his legs, pushing is arms behind his back, his chest pushing out slightly and it takes everything in San's being to not fucking devour him on the spot.

But San is a good man, he can wait – sort of.

San's hands move on their own, brain on autopilot as he runs his palms up the outside of Wooyoung's thighs, over the delicate fabric only to stop where the fabric does. "These are pretty." He pushes a finger behind the lace, running it along the elastic band across Wooyoung's lower stomach – his breath hitching at the action. "Don't think I've seen these on you." He cocks an eyebrow up to Wooyoung, pushing and pressing for the answer that he really wants – one that he hopes he'll get.

The man in front of him nods his head, taking a half step forward, closing the gap between them. "Bought them just for tonight, San-ah." Wooyoung runs a hand through San's hair. "Just for you."

Bingo.

"Oh yeah?" San has a shit eating grin on his face as his eyes travel up Wooyoung's body, landing directly on his eyes. His other than slides up between Wooyoung's legs, pressing the side of his pointer finger into Wooyoung's clit through his panties.

Blown out pupils are locked onto San's face, "Yeah –" It's breathy when Wooyoung speaks, and San notices how his stomach muscles flex when he pushes his finger hard into the sensitive nub between his legs. In a blink of Wooyoung's eyes San's hands are both gripping his hips so harshly he's sure bruises will bloom, he pulls him forward slightly and to cover the rest of the space, San is sitting at the edge of the sofa. His nose pushes into the lacy fabric as he angles his head in such a way that his mouth has access to Wooyoung's covered pussy. "Ohhh – nghhfuck –" Wooyoung moans out, hands instantly grabbing at San's hair, pulling him impossibly further into his cunt. The ache from before dulling only slightly as the vibrations from San's mouth pulse against him. Tongue lapping at his cunt from the outside of his panties has his mind dizzy, spit soaking the fabric as the wet noises bounce off the apartment walls.

"Shit – oh my god –" Wooyoung's fingers dig deeper into San's hair. He needs more, more friction, more of San's tongue on his clit. More of the delicious vibrations that San is administrating straight to his core. He starts rocking his hips against San's face, and when he looks down to check in on San he finds him already looking up at him. Pupils blown so wide, there's no more of the brown showing, cheeks so flushed, forehead damp with sweat.

He's standing right over the edge, hovering his body as he teeters from side to side, hoping to fall into the blissfulness of his orgasm that is pooling so warm, so heavy in his stomach already. Wooyoung's legs start to shake, electricity licking up his spine as he keeps riding San's face. His head falls back between his shoulders, pulling San's head further into his cunt, muscles taut and all he needs is just a little bit more. As Wooyoung goes to grind down on San's nose, he's met with the cold air of the room on his crotch, on his panties and he whines loud and long as he see's that San's pulled away from him. He scowls down to San, pissed off and prickly that he took his orgasm away from him.

"San, what the fuck."

San snorts as he tucks his fingers behind the lace, and pulls the obstructing fabric out of the way. They fall to the floor without much more effort and once they're pooled at Wooyoung's ankles San is guiding him to sit on his lap again. "You're going to cum on my cock, yeah?" As Wooyoung settles himself on San's thighs, he's pulling his shirt off, tossing it off the back side of the sofa to be worried about later. "You'll be a good boy and let me fill you, right?"

Wooyoung rubs his soaking wet cunt against the backside of San's cock, sliding himself up and down the length effectively making it wet all over again. Wooyoung leans forward, meeting their foreheads together, a whimpered breath leaving his lips. "Yes, yes, San – please fill me up." Wooyoung moves back, rising himself off of San's lap as he angles his entrance with San's cock. One hand holds San's dick, the other one grabs harshly at San's chin, holding his attention to him. "Ey – eyes on me ki – tty, " Wooyoung stumbles out, teeth sinking his bottom lip, eyes furrowed together has he slowly pushes himself down on San's length. He's slow on his descent down, nails didn't into San's cheeks as he allows himself time to adjust. "S' fucking big, fuck –" Wooyoung snaps his eyes shut as he makes it about halfway down San's cock, he probably should have let San sink his fingers in him before he decided to take him.

Oh well. His momma didn't raise a quitter.

San's hands move up to grab onto Wooyoung's thighs, allowing himself as much time as he needs to adjust to his length before he fucks into him. San kind of felt bad for not at least attempting to loosen Wooyoung up, but fuck he'd be a liar if he said the tightness of his pussy had him dizzy. So warm, so wet and soft as Wooyoung keeps sinking himself further down.

"That's it baby," He cards his fingers through Wooyoung's hair, their eyes lock for a moment as Wooyoung presses their foreheads back together, noses pushing into the others cheek before he pushes his lips into San's. The kiss is equally soft, and heavy with arousal. It's the way that Wooyoung pants into San's mouth, the way he bites on his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. And when Wooyoung pushes his tongue into San's mouth, whimpering into him as he bottoms out on San's cock. "Fuck –" San moans out, head falling back onto the couch as Wooyoung leaves himself planted on his lap, cock buried inside of Wooyoung so deep that San swears when he looks down he can see the smallest, faintest bulging of his stomach.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Wooyoung coughs out a small, wet whimper as his head falls back between his shoulders. Hand carefully landing on the top of San's knees. "Al'eady feel so full, Sannie." Wooyoung pushes his chin down slightly, looking at San through thick lashes. Arousal licks up Wooyoung's spine, goosebumps erupting on his skin as he decides he's had enough time to adjust, some sick part of Wooyoung's mind loving the sting of it all when he hasn't prepped and tries to shove his lovers thick cock into himself. He raises his hips up slowly, testing the feel of it and god does it feel fucking divine.

He leaves the tip of San's cock inside, blown pupils locking onto San as he slides himself back down and when the sting of it all has tears brimming his eyes, he moans – long and low as he starts to fuck himself on San's length. "S – hng fuck –" His ass slams down onto San's thighs, wet squelching noises bleed into the room.

"San-ah," Wooyoung moans his name like it's a prayer on his tongue, like it's a Sunday devotional that he's memorized after years and years of practice. It has San's mind reeling, cock twitching deep inside of Wooyoung.

His hands rest on Wooyoung's waist, right where the top of his hips are, nails digging into Wooyoung's skin – grounding himself the best he can. Allowing Wooyoung to fuck himself for as long as he wants, allowing him to use San in any way he sees fit. San is just along for the ride right now, but when Wooyoung begs for him to fuck him, San won't think twice.

"S' good for 'e Youngie –" San breathes out, as he watches Wooyoung's cunt swallow his cock whole with little to no resistance now.

"So wet for me baby." San watches as a mixture of precum and Wooyoung's wetness soak his cock, he can feel the liquid dribble down his balls.

"Hmm," Wooyoung nods, hips still working in sinful ways as he continues to use San the way that he so desires. "More, 'lease, m're – ngh."

The corner of San's mouth quirks up, fingers dancing up Wooyoung's chest before they rub into Wooyoung's bottom lip. Once Wooyoung opens his mouth, San is stuffing his fingers deep in Wooyoung's mouth, and he can feel his throat tighten up on the digits as he gags around the intrusion. His fingers slide out of his throat, hooking themselves behind Wooyoung's bottom teeth. "Are you asking me to fuck you?" Wooyoung whimpers in response, hips still riding San's cock with careful practice. San nods Wooyoung's head for him, "Yeah you are, like the pretty little thing you are." His fingers slide out of Wooyoung's mouth, leaving a trail of saliva down his chin. "Arms around me, come on." San gently guides Wooyoung's arms around his neck, forearms snaking under Wooyoung's thighs, hooking themselves behind his knees.

San takes a deep breath and on the exhale he's standing up. Wooyoung in his arms, pussy still wrapped around his cock and as his arms drop down a little, he feels himself slip in a little further. "Ahhhhmn – San –" Wooyoung whimpers out, head falling over San's shoulder. "You're so fucking deep."

"You feel so good." San whispers into the shell of Wooyoung's ear. He makes careful steps to his room, slowing raising Wooyoung up and down on his cock as he flexes his arms. The boy in his arms whimpers and pants against his skin – goosebumps dances across his skin as he continues his way to his room.

"Sannie, please." Wooyoung pleads, unsure of what for but he knows he needs more. Needs more of San, needs more of his warm skin on him, needs his lips on me.

Just needs more of San.

"I know baby, I know." San kisses the top of Wooyoung's shoulder. His knees bump into the side of his bed, he shifts Wooyoung in his arms, sliding up and down on his length and it has him hissing through his teeth. The feeling overwhelming already. "Can you get down baby? So you can get on the bed, hm?" San coos into the side of Wooyoung's head.

Wooyoung whines at the question, arms wrapping around San infinitely tighter. "Can't be without you."

"I'm right here baby, you don't have to be without me."

"'on't wanna 'e empty Sannie." Wooyoung slurs.

"Okay, okay." San giggles at that. "Anything for you." He smiles, kissing the side of Wooyoung's head. San looks down over Wooyoung's shoulders, debating on the best way to get them onto his bed while staying inside of him. "Hold on." San wraps his arm around Wooyoung's lower back, the other arm extended out towards the bed. He leans himself down, tightening his arm around Wooyoung's waist to hold him close.

San mumbles out some curses as his back muscles strain leaning over the bed with a body attached to him. Wooyoung's nail push into his back, a little squeak leaving his lips as he set Wooyoung onto the bed, head nestled into San's pillows. His hands cage Wooyoung to the bed on either side, he smiles down at the younger. "This okay, sweetheart?"

Wooyoung's arms fall to the side, hands absentmindedly rubbing over the soft sheets under him. "Yeah, thank you San-ah."

"Anything for you." San pushes his hands down on the back of Wooyoung's thighs, spreading his legs apart as San lowers himself onto Wooyoung, his length pushing into Wooyoung just a little more. He bends at the elbow, leaning into Wooyoung's space, hands cupping Wooyoung's cheeks. San's eyes flit between Wooyoung's and the warmth that blooms through San's chest makes his eyes water. So beautiful and unraveled raw for San to take, for San to love openly, for San to kiss. His beautiful red hair splayed out across his pillows, on his bed. The scent of Wooyoung would surely be left on his sheets.

San brushes his nose against Wooyoung's, a cute smile spreads on the man's face below him. He presses his lips to Wooyoung's and once their lips meet, Wooyoung's back is arching into San as he bottoms himself out in Wooyoung's cunt.

"I love you." San starts fucking into Wooyoung, slow and full of emotion. He's not having sex with Wooyoung to chase a high, to chase the hopes of an orgasm. He's having sex with him in the most intimate form, and he hopes Wooyoung can feel the love he feels for the younger radiate through his skin and seep into Wooyoung. "I love you." He whispers against Wooyoung's lips again.

Wooyoung's hands tangle into San's black hair, he kisses him softly and pants into San's mouth as he keeps fucking into him. "I love you too." The words fall out of Wooyoung's mouth so easily, like a secret he's been keeping hidden.

San pecks one more kiss to Wooyoung's lips before he's leaning himself up, settling himself on his haunches, hands hooking under Wooyoung's knees as he pushes his thighs into his chest. He pulls himself out, leaving on his head buried into Wooyoung's wet heat. San pushes himself back in, slow and a little tentative and it has Wooyoung cocking an eyebrow to him.

"Shy now?" Wooyoung giggles, hands drifting down his chest and stomach.

San rolls his eyes, huffing a little at Wooyoung's question. "Not shy." A pout forms on his lips as he fucks back into Wooyoung with more force, more intent than previously.

Wooyoung grins, legs wrapping around the back of San. "Then fuck me, San."

So San does just that. His hands dig into Wooyoung's thighs as he push his legs further into his chest. He effectively has Wooyoung folded in half and at this angle his cock reaches deep, every detail of his cock he knows Wooyoung can feel.

Wooyoung whimpers as San pulls out, before slamming himself back into Wooyoung. "Fuck," San groans as he feels Wooyoung's cunt squeeze him when he bottoms out again. He blinks hard, momentarily seeing stars behind his eyes. San makes a decent rhythm for the both of them. Every time he's bottoming out, a punched out whimper leaves Wooyoung's mouth.

"Ngh – shit, you feel insane baby." San whines out, the room fills with sounds of balls slapping against Wooyoung ass, slick strings connect from San's balls to Wooyoung whenever he slides himself out.

San whines out as the room fills with sounds of sex. The wetness of Wooyoung mixed with all of the precum that is leaking out as he continues to fuck Wooyoung is obscene, filthy, dirty and it spurs San to make it even worse. Even wetter, even noisier. More of Wooyoung's sopping cunt, more of San's precum. More of Wooyoung's pretty moans, and breathy whimpers as he cries on San's cock.

More. More. More. More.

San grunts as he starts fucking into Wooyoung with such a force is has Wooyoung's body pushing up the bed. He leans back, allowing for Wooyoung's legs to move off of his chest, hands gripping the front of Wooyoung's thighs as he tries his damnedest to keep Wooyoung still.

Wooyoung is gasping for breath as San continues his relentless pace into his pussy. His cheeks feel hot, and damp as tears fall from his eyes. His body feels like it's on fire in ever sense of the word, nerve endings burning directly below his skin as the ever familiar feeling is pooling in his stomach again. He clenches around San as he bottoms out again, fingers digging into the sheets below him.

"Sa -- oh my god, hmn -- San, fuck." Wooyoung whimpers out, every word being punched out of his lungs by San fucking into him at such a pace. Wooyoung is so turned on, so wet and sensitive it's making every glide of San's cock through is velvet walls feel better than the last.

"Tight," San groans out, the low register of his voice vibrates through the room, sending goosebumps down Wooyoung's spine. "So tight, fuck." San's close, he's been close ever since Wooyoung sank down on him in the living room. The energy traveling through his apartment is different tonight, more charged, more intimate than any other time and it has his head swimming, almost drowning and gasping for the air his lungs so desperately need.

"Can you lay on your stomach for me, Young-ah?" San asks, voice soft and dripping with honey down Wooyoung's ears. Wooyoung can only nod, throat raw and dry with his constant moaning and whimpering. As San slides his cock out of Wooyoung's pussy, Wooyoung can't help but feel embarrassed as he can feel his slick dribble out of his hole. He chooses to ignore it, embarrassment be damned, but as he rolls over, stomach pushing into the sweat damp sheets below him he can feel San's finger brush up through his folds. The cold contrast of San's finger has him hissing in response, and a whimper falling from his mouth as he pushes a finger inside his cunt. San hums at the sight, finger pushing the slick back inside, a squelching noise filling the silence. "So wet for me." One, two, three pumps of his fingers inside Wooyoung have his back arching, stomach pushing further into the bed in an almost animalistic type way of presenting himself. Pussy wet, shinning with slick and precum as San keeps fucking his fingers into him.

"San – shit." Wooyoung hisses out, his hand reaching for the extra pillow next to his head as he swings it back in the direction of San.

He removes his fingers from the younger, careful not to wipe his it's deliciously drenched fingers on anything as he slides the pillow under Wooyoung's hips. The leans over the back of Wooyoung, lining himself up with his hole as he slowly pushes himself back in. Once bottomed out, he lays his weight on top of Wooyoung's back, he huffs a breath out of his lungs as tries his best to look up at San from the side of his vision. Fingers tug into his red stands, pulling his neck further to the side, it has Wooyoung whimpering, the angle almost slightly uncomfortable but before he can ask to move, San has his wet fingers stuffed into his mouth. The taste of himself and San mixing and spreading over his tongue has his pussy clenching on San again.

San laughs into his ear as he eagerly watches Wooyoung lap as his fingers. "Such a little slut." A few rough pumps of his cock into Wooyoung have moans spilling out over his fingers. "Look at you, moaning at the taste of us on your tongue." He pulls his fingers out of Wooyoung's mouth, moving his body off of the youngers as he holds Wooyoung's waist with tight hands.

At the angle, with his hips pushed up by the support of the pillow, every push and pull out of San's cock has Wooyoung seeing starts. He feels everything, every ridge, every vein, every twitch of San's cock as he ruthlessly fucks into him like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance to. The heat pooling in his stomach is almost unbearable now, the rope fraying in the middle, ready to split apart and allow for his orgasm to crash over him. His cunt tightens on San, fluttering around his length as he continues taking what's his.

He cries out, tears staining the sheets below him, hands gripping on the fabric so hard it might rip. "Oh 'y god - San -" Wooyoung pants out, the knot in his stomach impossibly tight.

San leans over Wooyoung's back, nose pushing into the shell of his ear, hand holding his neck down on the bed as Wooyoung whimpers. "Getting tight on me baby, hmnn -" San groans into Wooyoung's ear, nipping at the lobe and it almost sends Wooyoung over the edge. Almost. "You going to cum?"

Wooyoung nods his head the best that he can, tear filled eyes searching for San from the side of him. "Please. I - shit." Wooyoung whimpers on a particularly hard thrust into him, and he can assume San is chasing his high too. "Ne - ed 'o cum." The words stumble out of his mouth broken, desperate like he's been starved of food or water for days. It lights a fire in San, his skin prickling with the threat of his orgasm all the same.

His fingers tug at Wooyoung's hair, pushing his face into the bed. "Cum for me darling, let me feel you. S' close. Need to feel you cum - fuck," San whimpers out the sentence as he feels Wooyoung's pussy tighten again around him. "Cum on my cock for me, pretty boy."

"San, ngh -" Wooyoung whimpers and whines as he can feel his orgasm washing over him. His body shakes below San, pussy fluttering around him, making a mess on the sheets. San fucks him through his orgasm, hair still pulled tight and it has Wooyoung's vision turning white.

"That's it baby. So good for me." San coos into Wooyoung's ear, his rhythm has slowed, its softer, more gentle. "Cumming on my cock like that," San lets go of Wooyoung's hair, his teeth graze over the soft honey colored plains of Wooyoung's back. "Gonna breed 'ou, going to fill you up s' much. Is th – ngh – at okay, baby?"

Wooyoung takes a deep breath, nodding his head. "Please. 'ant you to breed me. Want your cum." Wooyoung's sentence stumbles out of his mouth, hips pushing up slightly into San as he continues to fuck him.

The words kiss their way up San's spine, and that's all it takes for the rope to snap. "Fuck baby – ahhnn," He pushes himself in as deep as Wooyoung's body will let him, motions pausing as he spills his seed inside of him. He whimpers as he scatters kisses across Wooyoung's back, Wooyoung sighing beneath him like this is truly everything he's ever wanted.

"Thank you baby. So good for me." He noses across Wooyoung's back, planting another wet kiss. "Such a good boy." Another kiss. "My boy." He kisses his back again as he can feel himself continuing to twitch and cum inside of Wooyoung's velvet walls.

A content sigh leaves Wooyoung's mouth when he feels San's fully body weight on him. He feels San's now soft cock leave him empty and leaking onto the bed below them. "Feel so full San-ah." Wooyoung giggles.

San blushes at that, "Sorry." He blurts out, kissing the side of Wooyoung's cheek as he slides off his back, moving to the side of him.

Wooyoung rolls over to face San, smiling at him softly when their eyes meet. "Don't be sorry," His hand cups San's warm cheek, thumb brushing over the soft skin. "I asked for it, silly." He smiles again, giggling at he speaks. San only nods, eyes looking between Wooyoung's. His heart swells as they silently stair at each other, eyes sparkling at this beautiful human across from him, like Wooyoung has hung the stars and moon only for him. Only for San.

"I love you, Wooyoungie."

Wooyoung's eyes light up, eyes wrinkling at the corners as he smiles wide and beautiful at San. "I love you too, Sannie. So much."

San's eyes water at the admission. Something so warm, and so true to the words as they say them to each other. "Happy Valentine's Day." He scoots closer, slinging an arm around Wooyoung pulling him closer. "Will you do me the honor of being my boyfriend? So I can spoil you and love you until the end of time."

"That sounds an awful lot like marriage vows." Wooyoung blushes at San.

San snickers at his comment, "Some day they can be."

Wooyoung's eyes dart between San's, a stray tear falls down his cheek. "Don't you forget that, I'm holding you to it." He jokes as he pulls his leg over San's hip.

"You didn't answer my question." San noses into Wooyoung's cheek, kissing him to the side of his mouth.

"Of course I'll be your boyfriend, Sannie. Only yours."

San can feel the smile lines press into his lips as he keeps kissing Wooyoung's cheek. "Until the end of time?"

Wooyoung giggles, pulling back slightly to look San in the eyes, he nods his head before leaning in and kissing him. The kiss has San's heart fluttering, a layer of excitement knowing he'll get this every single day.

"Until the end of time, San."

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #jung wooyoung #choi san

wooyoslipfreckle

Feb 9

mulloey

want me inside…

he can’t bear it anymore—not when you’re so tight, so warm, so perfect to breed. he has to get you pregnant, and he’s not gonna stop until until he’s certain it’s taken.

words: 3.1k

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! desperate whiny wooyoung, a LOT of whining. breeding, unprotected sex, cum stuffing i suppose, mating press, wet and messy, pregnancy kink sort of. he’s so desperate to get you pregnant it’s all he can think about. lots of cum and talk of cum. one slap of your breast.

title from switch it up - jayb & sokodomo. dedicated to @lovelyun

It’s not unusual for sex with Wooyoung to end up like this.

Especially when he’s been away on tour, or busy with comeback preparations—whenever he’s not able to fuck you as much of often as he likes, this is the result.

Whiny. Desperate. Clinging to you; fingers digging into your skin, blunts of his nails pressed in deep enough to sting. Like he’s holding on for dear life; like he’s afraid that if he lets go, if he loosens his grip even a little bit, you’ll slip away for good.

He was already half hard when you walked into the living room in a thin t-shirt, the fabric a little tighter around your tits and hips, nipples visible through the white cotton. He’d started getting hard on the car ride home just from the thought of you; the thought of how pent up he knows you are after days without him, how desperate you must be, how easy it’ll be to make you come undone and everything he’s going to do to get you there. He’d spent the whole journey with his bag on his lap, trying to hide the imprint of his hardening cock against his sweats in case the taxi driver decided to glance back at him in the rearview mirror.

Fuck, he should’ve worn underwear, but he knows you prefer it when he doesn’t, especially in those sweats. He hadn’t really thought about how difficult that would make it to get home; hadn’t remember how fucking easy it is for him to get hard over you.

When he entered the apartment, when you walked through to greet him, his dick was already straining the fabric of his sweats. The sight of you, the way your shirt clings to your body, your bare legs—it took him the rest of the way. He felt the beads of precum leaking from the tip as you padded across the floor over to him.

Fuck, he needs you bad. He wasn’t even half this bad when he met you; he was far from low libido, but you just bring something out in him that’s entirely new.

“Hey,” you smiled. “Missed you.”

He didn’t even reply. Couldn’t reply; the moment your hand was wrapped around his wrist, pulling him towards you, the moment he got a whiff of your scent, the body wash you like to lather over yourself and a hint of your natural sweetness—he couldn’t do anything but pounce.

He barely got you to the bedroom. He didn’t even get your shirt all the way off; just yanked it up so your tits were exposed, so he could watch the way your nipples hardened in the cold air, how the skin reddened when he smacked lightly at your breasts just to watch them move, so he could feel the warmth when he grasped them in his hands. He managed to pull it over your head, but neither of you thought to pull out your arms, so now it’s sitting there, leaving you entirely exposed while he fucks you open.

By the time he’d pulled his dick out the front of his sweats had darkened, spots of wetness seeping through the light grey fabric, precum already smeared over his tip, He didn’t take them down, just pulled them far enough to get out his cock and got to work.

Your pussy was already wet, of course, just as he knew it would be—still he was kind enough to spit down onto your hole, a little more onto his fingers, smearing his saliva across your clit just to get you a little more needy for it before he finally sunk himself into you.

Wooyoung is thick, a little longer than average, and even with your pussy leaking and weeping for him like it often does, it took a bit of effort to get himself all the way inside. When he finally got himself in, when your hole was finally wrapped around his shaft, about halfway down, he yelled. The pressure, the pleasure was dizzying; the way you clung to him like you couldn’t handle him, like your poor little pussy didn’t know what to do with something his size—it was too much. Fuck, he had to close his eyes, squeeze them shut, dig his fingers into the skin of your hips to ground himself to avoid cumming before he’d even bottomed out.

He couldn’t handle it. The way you were responding—pussy leaking and clenching around him at the same time, so incredibly tight despite how needy and sloppy is already was for him; your cry, strangled and dizzied, when he sunk into you, your small, desperate whimpers as he continues to push inside—it almost pushed him over the edge. If he hadn’t closed his eyes in time to avoid the way your eyes widened, lips parting and shiny with drool as you tried to adjust to him, he knows he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself.

Now, finally, he’s bottomed out, dick all the way inside, pressing against your g-spot, slamming into it with every thrust. His brows are furrowed, pupils blown, sweat sticking to his forehead and dripping from his chin. His grip is iron, fingers digging into your hips, holding onto the skin like a lifeline; you know there’ll be bruises later, littering the expanses of your hips and waist, but you don’t care. It wouldn’t be the first time for either of you. You wear the marks he leaves, and he wears yours, like a badge of honour.

He’s going hard, rough, thrusts one after the other, so fast even he can barely keep up. He’s almost crying, you can tell; see the tears brimming in his eyes, hear his whines and gasps like he’s trying to keep himself together. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, you— baby. Oh my god.”

“Wooyoung,” you cry. “You— feels so good. So deep, Woo, how are you so fucking deep?”

“I know,” he says. His hand moves from your hip to your tummy, pressing down, running across the expanse of your skin. “I’m in here,” he grunts. The pressure of his hands increases, pressing down right where his dick is stuffed all the way inside you and pressing against your spot. “Do you feel it?”

You nod, whimpering, and he groans, a sharp, strangled sound from the back of his throat. “Tell me you feel it,” he says, and fuck his voice sounds so raw, so affected, the way you sound when you’re all fucked out and begging him for release. “Please, baby, tell me.”

“I feel it,” you say. “Woo, I feel it. You’re so deep inside me, you’re so big, it hurts.”

He pushes down a little harder, making you sob, then his hand moves back to its place on your hip, holding onto the skin, fingers digging into it again.

“More,” you breathe, voice barely a whisper, need and desperation evident in the tone. “Woo, please. Need more.”

“Fuck.”

He can’t ever say no to you—you both know that. He could be at the very edge of what he can do, at the very edge of collapse, and if you looked up at him with those wide, loving, fucked our eyes and begged him for more, he’d give it to you.

And like this—with your pussy crying for him, tensing and spasming around his shaft, sucking him in, your body begging for him without words—he’s pretty much a dead man walking.

He can’t fucking take this. He doesn’t remember you ever being so tight and warm and wet. He knows you have been—you always are—it must just be the days, weeks even that he’s gone without having you like this, the compounded need and relief of finally having your cunt wrapped around his cock.

He’s going to break. He knows it. But he hasn’t given you nearly as much as he intends to yet.

His head dips, the pressure of his hands on your hips increasing, like he’s struggling to hold himself up now. His hair is sticking to his forehead, breathing laboured, whimpers getting louder and hotter and more guttural. His thrusts are speeding up too, getting harder, but the precision and control of them is slipping; the more he fucks you, the tighter he clings to you, the sloppier and messier his movements inside you get.

Your legs wrap around his waist, feet interlocking with each other against the small of his back, locking you in place. You push your hips up, pressing yourself closer to him, pulling him in deeper; your hands reach out to grab his shirt, curling the material around your fists then moving up to hold onto his shoulders, then his neck, then a fistful of his hair in one of your hands while the other grips his forearm. A harder thrust, sharper, makes you squeal, head thrown back, your face wet and flushed and blotchy with tears.

Wooyoung looks up, finally, meeting your eyes, and the sight of your face, so dumb and desperate and high on what he's giving you, makes his dick pulse inside you, legs almost giving out just from the sight of you. His dick is so fucking sensitive now, strangled by your cunt, hardly able to move in and out of you but unable to do anything but go harder and faster and messier. He’s fairly certain you’ve creamed already, probably more than once; he’s felt your cunt spasming around him, heard your cries grow sharper then settle back into softer whines and sobs, and he feels the stickiness leaking out of your hole around his cock. He wants to cum too, so fucking badly, but he can’t—

Fuck. Fuck. The image hits him like a vision, a spiritual experience, something solid against his chest. The way you’re clinging to him. He knows he’s not going to pull out, won’t be able to, he rarely does with you; knows that when he cums, when he finally allows himself to break, it will be with his dick pressed up against your g-spot, the cum filling up the deepest parts of you. He wishes he could cum directly into your womb; he’s said that to you before, and when you’re stuffed full of him and begging him to fill you up, you have on a few occasions cried for him to stuff your womb with cum. To get you pregnant.

He wants to do that now. He wants it so bad he could cry; wants it so bad it’s all he can think about. And with the way you’re squeezing him, milking his cock with your cunt, it seems like you want it too. Your body wants it, at least.

“Baby,” he hisses. “I…”

He leans down, closer to you now, face inches from yours, close enough to see the tiny details of his face and feel his breath against your skin. You grab a handful of his hair, gentle but desperate, and pull him closer to you. Your breaths are short and shallow, words whispered, like a prayer meant only for him. “You what?” You breathe.

He grunts, chewing on his lip, hips bucking just at the thought. “I want to get you pregnant,” he hisses, voice cracking on the final syllable and slipping into something more like a whimper. “Please, baby. Let me…”

You cunt clenches at that, at the image; your hips buck upwards and you pull his head down further, closer, until his lips are on yours. He freezes, just for a moment, then melts into it, tongue pushing past your lips and into your mouth, hands cupping your face with the same pressure and fervour they’d had on your hips. The kiss is wet, rushed, messy; loving and hungry at the same time. He groans into your mouth, his hips bucking, skin slapping against yours, then pulls away. “Tell me I can,” he says. “Tell me I can knock you up. I need to knock you up.”

“Knock me up, Wooyoung,” you say. He rewards you with another, sharper thrust that nearly makes your vision white out. “Please. Put a baby in me. Need a baby in my tummy, Woo, need to be all swollen with it.”

“Shit,” he grits out. His hands are on your shoulders now, pushing them down and pinning you against the bed. His eyes are wild now—crazed. “You need it,” he says. “Fuck, baby, you need it, right?”

“Need it,” you repeat. “I need your baby, Woo, it’d be so cute, right? We’d have such a cute baby.”

“Fuck, don’t talk like that.” Wooyoung feels lightheaded, his entire body buzzing with need, toes curling into the sheets. He slows down just enough to think a little clearer, thrusts lazier while he strings his words together. “Baby, put your legs up. I wanna— I wanna press it all the way in. Need to press my cum all the way inside, right in your little womb, okay?”

He stops fucking you for a moment, still stuffed inside, then adjusts. He sits himself up, straightening up from where he was leaning over your; his hands grip your legs, still wrapped around his waist, keeping them there as he moves. Then he pushes your legs forwards, gently, so your knees are pushed towards your face, legs spread, calves pressed against your thighs and your thighs pushed back until—

“Yeah,” he grunts. “That’s perfect.”

You know this position; remember how it feels, how it allows him to get so much deeper and stay there, how his cum stays stuffed inside you after he pulls out, your ass raised a little off the bed.

He starts to move again, but he doesn’t ease you into it; can’t, at this point, when you’re spread out so invitingly, your pussy pulsing around him at the realisation of the position he’s put you in, your entire body so vulgarly displayed beneath him, at his mercy, a present only he gets to unwrap. Soon enough, he’s slipped again, the thrusts sloppier, messier, the control he’d managed to cling to for all of a second, just long enough to adjust you the way he wanted you, now evaporated. His hands find your waist now, holding you tight whilst he slams himself into your spot over and over like he’s chasing something.

His moans are soft, breathy, whiny, getting louder as he gets closer and closer to the edge. He can’t stop thinking about it, picturing it; you, knocked up, carrying his child, looking so perfect and pretty and used. His cum in your cunt—fuck, if he could keep his cum inside you every fucking day he would. He’d fuck you every morning before he goes out, unload inside you, slide your pretty panties over your pussy to catch any seed that tries to escape. If it starts to leak he’d make you push it back inside, or gather it on his finger and make you lick it off. Then he’d fuck you again, before bed, hard and rough, until you fall asleep with bruised hips and smarting skin and a belly full of cum.

He’s going to get you pregnant—he doesn’t fucking care anymore. As he pushes towards his orgasm he knows for a fact, no doubt, that he’s going to do it; that he has to do it, or he’s going to shatter. It’s like a compulsion now, a need as much as eating or sleeping or drinking. He needs to get you pregnant and see you pregnant and know your belly is round and swelling because of him.

He doesn’t realise how loud he’s being; doesn’t realise the loud, whiny moans filling the air and drowning out the sound of his skin slapping against yours is him. Fuck. Is he always this fucked out when he’s trying to cum? Is he always this… pathetic?

He doesn’t care. If pathetic is what he is when he fucks you full, when he fills you up, when he feels your perfect cunt squeezing his dick like this, then fuck it, he’s pathetic. He’ll wear that badge with pride if it’s for you.

His orgasm comes quickly when he stops resisting; when he finally allows it to overtake it. He feels it in his entire body, in his fingers, his toes, every inch of him. It starts and doesn’t seem to stop; you feel your tummy filling up, warmth spreading through you, Wooyoung’s hands heavier and grip tighter, his strangled gasps and choked sobs as he keeps fucking you through it, like he’s trying to milk every last drop of himself out and into you. He’s saying something, somewhere between grunting and wailing; words you can’t quite decipher but understand entirely.

You’re going to get pregnant, tonight. He’s not stopping until you do. He’s gonna fill you up over and over and you can’t take anymore; until you’re so full of his cum that he can’t even fit his cock in there.

His hips rock back and forth, pushing the cum in deeper as it comes out.

And then he stills. His grip loosens just a little bit. He slumps slightly, catching himself in time, breathing heavy and laboured. His dick twitches inside you, still hard, but no longer moving.

“Stay still,” he says. His voice is raw, hollow, as though he’d been screaming and screaming and screaming until he lost it. “Keep your legs there. Helps— it helps it to take.”

“Take?” You repeat. You feel dazed.

Wooyoung nods. “My cum. If you keep your legs there it’ll help you get pregnant. Hold them there. Please.”

Fuck, he really… he really wants you pregnant. Like, actually pregnant. You pull him closer to you, pressing your lips together. This time the kiss is gentle, soft, none of the desperation of before but all of the feeling.

Wooyoung is massaging your legs, rubbing the backs of your thighs with enough pressure to feel it in the muscles; trying to keep the blood flow going, to stop you from losing the feeling in your legs with the strenuous position he’s holding you in. “Doing so well,” he murmurs into your mouth. “Always so good, so pretty, gonna be such a good mom. Wanna give you a daughter.”

“Please,” you breathe. “Want it.”

“Good.” He sits back up, pushing the hair out of his face, staring down at you with a small smile.

You know that smile. That’s a smile that says you’re not done—not even close.

“You’re probably pregnant now,” he says. “But we have to be sure. And we’re not stopping until we’re sure.”

You don’t reply. Just watch as his smile widens, as his hands move back to your hips where they’d been before.

“I’m gonna fuck you again,” he says. “I’m gonna breed you over and over, until the cum is spilling out of you. Until you have my baby. Until you’re carrying my seed inside you all day, every day, for nine months. Okay?”

You don’t answer. You don’t need to; he knows you well enough to read your reaction.

And even if he didn’t—your pussy speaks for itself. The way it clenches around him says everything you’re too fucked out to voice.