#wooyoung x san

[cheollipop]

am i 2 late for hard hours… bc domming woosan n sitting n having them both eat u out, running ur fingers thru their hair and guiding them along, their tongues tangling together as they moan n pant, palming each other’s cocks n getting off on ur taste like omg

NEVER TOO LATE FOR THIS OH MY GOD- IM RUINED, THE SOUND I MADE WHEN I READ THIS PLEASEEEE (I may have went a little overboard with the mxm oops)

also this reminded me of @kitten4sannie 's fic so make sure to check that out too if you want!! (give her sm love for me <3)

nsfw under the cut—minors dni!!

with the dinner wooyoung had made going cold on the dining table, the TV played idly in the background, the actors' voices masked by the heavy panting filling up the room.

your fingers ran through wooyoung’s hair until they reached the small ponytail just below his crown, clutching it roughly to push his face further into your cunt. san's lips trailed up your inner thigh, stopping when wooyoung's head got in the way, a soft whine vibrating over your skin.

"move," he muttered, trying to squeeze his face in between your legs.

your other hand quickly grabbed his jaw, angling his head upwards to meet your eyes. wooyoung's tongue breached your entrance, curling between your pulsing walls while his nose pressed into your clit. you stared into san's hooded eyes while breathy moans escaped you, your hips rolling over wooyoung's face once before you shifted your focus back to the older man.

"behave, sannie. can't you see youngie's busy?"

san pouted, leaning into the hand holding his face. "but I wanna taste you too," he whined, his eyes glimmering with want.

you weren't sure if san was aware of the effect he had on you, more so now that he was on his knees between your legs, looking up at you expectantly with a line of drool beginning to stream down his chin. you widened your legs, making room for san to slot himself next to wooyoung and kiss around your slit. using the hand in wooyoung's hair, you pulled the man off you, confused eyes meeting yours. you cursed at the sight of him—eyes glazed over and the bottom half of your face dripping with your arousal.

without any instruction, you brought both men closer to your core again—wooyoung by his hair and san by his chin—their tongues rolling out immediately to lap at your pussy. they quickly found a pace that worked for them, san's lips latching onto your clit, alternating between rapid flicks of his tongue over the swollen nub and harsh sucks followed by light nibbles. wooyoung didn't waste a second before burying his tongue inside you, sliding it over your walls until it brushed over your spongy gland.

"fuck! such a good boy, woo, making me feel so good," you praised, relaxing your grip on his ponytail.

san's lips trailed downwards, slipping off your clit to slide his tongue over wooyoung's. the younger man pulled off you, his lips ghosting over your clenching hole before pressing against san's, swishing a mixture of your arousal and their spit between their mouths. you watched as the two men made out between your legs, following the arms crossing over each other to slip through the other’s waistband. you could see an obvious dark stain on the crotch area of san's grey sweatpants, wooyoung's fingers wrapped around his dick behind the fabric, most likely smearing the obscene amount of precum leaking out of him down his shaft.

you could feel a wave of wetness gushing out of your neglected pussy, your lips parted as you watched the two men devour each other in front of you. your hands tangled in their hair again, tugging roughly until they separated.

"I think that's enough," your hand slipped down to their jaw and turned their heads towards you. "are you gonna be good boys and make me cum now?"

san nodded frantically, wooyoung's face already buried back between your legs. this time, they alternated roles—wooyoung's tongue prodding against your g-spot and making you see stars before slipping out to flick over your clit, san's mouth sucking harshly over your needy hole then slipping in to send waves of pleasure shooting up your spine. a series of praises slipped off your tongue, your eyes rolling back when wooyoung nuzzled the tip of his nose into your clit, the curve of it pressing into the bundle of nerves just enough to send you tumbling off the edge.

your thighs shook around their faces, your lips parted in a silent moan while your orgasm violently rushed through you. the two men didn't stop, their mouths working over your pussy to elongate your high, relishing the sweet arousal flooding their taste buds and dripping off their chin.

they pulled off you once your muscles spasmed with overstimulation and turned to face each other. wooyoung's tongue flattened over san's chin, licking upwards to reach his lips and slipping it inside. his fist tightened over san's leaking cockhead, pressing his thumb into the slit and drinking up the high-pitched sounds he emitted before going back to pumping his length.

"youngie- hnnngh! 'g-gonna cum-"

"give it to me, sannie," wooyoung whispered over his lips.

san's thighs widened unconsciously, his cock twitching once, twice, before spurting hot cum all over wooyoung's hand and the floor between them. his lips parted uselessly, throaty moans ripping through his chest while wooyoung milked him of every last drop. he squeezed his fingers around wooyoung, unable to process what was going on anymore as the younger man ovestimulated him, continuing to move his hand over his softening cock. wooyoung thrusted into his fist, chasing his orgasm with a burning need until ribbons of white painted san's clothed thighs.

you watched them come down from their highs, resting their foreheads on each other's shoulder while their chests heaved in the gap separating them. you slowly sat up so not to disturb the peacefulness, running your fingers through their hair before bending down to place a kiss on each of their heads.

a quick shower later, the forgotten dinner reheated and steaming on the dining table again, you shared snippets of your day over the homemade meal, the deep baritone of san's voice and the charming squeak of wooyoung's laugh echoing between the walls of your apartment as the day came to a blissful end.

#wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung x reader #choi san smut #choi san x reader #ateez smut #ateez x reader #choi san scenarios #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x san #woosan smut #san x reader #san x wooyoung #ateez scenarios #wooyoung scenarios #woosan #woosan x reader #hard hours #ask

[kuromiiy]

two is better than one

.pairing. foxhybrid!wooyoung x reader x cathybrid!san

.warnings. smut, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, breeding, spanking, toys, threesome, humping, cum

.synopsis. your life with your two loves.

.tags. smut, fluff, hybrids, polyamory

first of all, both of them acquire your unwavering attention

if they don’t, they’ll form an alliance (like always) and act like they’re dying from heavy neglect

always so dramatic i swear

especially woo, both in fox or hybrid form he’ll lie on his back, paws up and all, acting like he got shot and acts as if he’s dead

the first time he did this you almost had a heart stroke

sannie will pout and get all teary eyed at you

it always works and he knows that very well

anyways, they have soooo much love to give so they need the love they give back

only makes sense to them

they will follow you anywhere, back then when you adopted them it was cute but now…

even when you need to use the bathroom, one will sit on the sink and the other will lean on the door

chatting as if it’s completely normal

hate when you leave without them!!

but hate it even more when you take one of them and the other has to stay at home, the jealousy is real

like, one time you had to take san to the vet and you figured it would be better if woo would stay at home

woo didn’t understand that tho so he accused you, that you rather go out with sannie than him

as if you never go out with him smh so you took him with you

end of story, the vet suggested to take a look at woo too and best believe he never utters a word anymore when he has to stay at home lmao

so back to jealousy

normally both of them aint jealous at all, they always share and willingly too but sometimes

sometimes they (read san) get jealous over the smallest shit

wooyoung got a new toy cause he destroyed his fave one? sans jealous af he wants a new toy too! not fair

but you always try to treat both the same, get them the same stuff etc so it doesn’t really happen often

san and woo love to shift and play

they will chase each other around the whole house and play hide and seek

so adorable to watch, except they really don’t give a damn about their surroundings

it took you 5 new vases to finally set some ground rules

woo builds nests with your clothes and blankies and its so cute to see him roll around in them

and at the beginning he let no one in, not even san, who would beg on his knees

so the day he grabbed you both and dragged you into his precious nest was so overwhelming

you cried a little tbh

since then you also love to lie in there and chill

you might not know but it makes woo so happy to see you in his nest voluntarily he could move trees

cuddling is a must. everyday, same time, for 1:30h

if out of whatever reason its not doable they will sulk and whine about it for WEEKS

will scent you every 30mins too its just necessary. yeah, thats the whole explanation

but you love the feeling for them curling in your arms, faces in your neck and the purrs

THE PURRS

sannie purrs very very steady and loud

sometimes he starts just from looking at you

he loves you that much!!

woo also purrs but its more subtle but its there

so whenever y’all lie together there will be purrs for days

woo also squeaks when hes happy or excited

both are pretty possessive

so when you have people over, they’ll both try and sit on your lap and kiss and scent your neck like crazy

your friends told you it looks really funny

as mentioned they’ll go against you often so expect to be hugged by woo so tight you can’t move, while sannie literally attacks you with smooches and kisses

apropos kisses

they’ll line up to get their goodbye kisses, hello kisses, good night and good morning kisses

they take this very serious

mature content

very very high sex drive

both of them

everyday when you wake up, you feel something hard against your ass

sometimes they’ll wake you up with humping against you

morning sex basically isn’t negotiable as they need relief to start the day in a good mood

you love to suck their cocks buttt

your pleasure is the most important thing especially for san

will never cum before you and wooyoung

good luck getting him to move from between your legs

very very good at eating pussy and he’s so enthusiastic about it too

will purr because you taste so good

he always doms too, no matter for who

he likes to get his rim eaten but would actually hiss if someone would try to put a finger in there

he cums a lot, like A LOT

to the point where the whole bed is straight up wet

thick cum too and he loves to cum on your and woo’s face

he’s so sexy while cumming too, groans loudly and pants like a dog (don’t let him hear that)

always includes woo too, for example

he’s fucking you into the mattress, his left hand draws steady circles on your clit and his right hand fingers wooyoung open

will mark you two but only sometimes cause he’s too busy yk?

loves to praise you and woo

“god, aren’t you my good girl?”

“fuck woo, such a sweet hole, all mine”

“i love you both so much, fuck, gonna stuff you full. both nice and bred”

wooyoung on the other hand is very subby, a bratty sub but never too extreme

loves to get fucked by the both of you

will literally cum at the sight of your sweet cunt hovering over his cock and sannies huge dick on his entrance

he’s extremely loud in bed, always whines and moans, if you’re hitting his sweet spot he’ll straight up scream your name

loves to use toys and get spanked on his juicy ass

he’s pretty possessive of both of you so he marks you up to the point it hurts when breathing

will bite a lot and hard

you and san always end up looking like an wild animal attack you

such a huge tease, will present and shake his ass to get what he wants

so basically whenever you come back from who knows where, you’re greeted with panting, moaning and skin slapping

he’s got a filthy mouth

“aaahg sannie! fuck me harder, love your huge cock”

“i wanna have your kittens so bad”

“please, yn, faster! wanna cum in my pussy so bad”

longest yall fucked were almost 2:30h

you and woo passed out and san literally couldn’t get hard for 2 days lmao

you and woo love to dress up to surprise sannie

like you wore a sexy red lace set and woo wore a slutty bralette with a waay too short skirt with knee highs

san almost collapsed but made sure both of you couldn’t walk straight anymore

#ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #ateez headcanons #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x san #wooyoung x reader x san #woosan x reader #hybrid’wooyoung #hybrid!san #fox!wooyoung #cat!san #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #mingi x reader #yunho x reader #jongho x reader #yeosang x reader #polyamory #ateez poly #woosan #dom!san #sub!wooyoung #kuros work

[choism]

Shameless | c.s

san solo, choi san

Genre: canon compliant, smut

Words: 1.8k

Summary: A month of sexual frustration and a pair of sweatpants can really bring out the animal in someone. In this case, that someone is San.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, pillow humping, implied sexual tension, implied mxm pining, inappropriate use of a plushie, plushophilia, poor mokoko..., san masturbates basically

A/N: This is a request done for my beloved @kitten4sannie, ily bestie. It is also HEAVILY inspired by my beloved @parmesannie's fic on ao3 called Bring Me To Ruin. I say heavily, it's mostly the plushie part but we ball. I hope you enjoy! Cross posted to ao3! Will probably have a second part from Wooyoung's POV and end up becoming a woosan fic, we shall see...

The sound of shoes squeaking, music blaring, and people panting fills the practice room late at night..

San and Wooyoung had decided to do a last minute, late night practice session before their first comeback show for promotions. The choreo isn’t difficult by any means, but they felt like they had to show off more this comeback, hence why they are sweating their asses off at nearly eleven at night. The sound of their title track plays in the background as they move around fluidly, sweat dripping off their bodies and onto their shirts as they work hard to perfect every single move.

They finish up the chorus and Wooyoung moves to the computer to pause the music, “Wanna go again or take a small break, you look frustrated.” He says to San, jutting out his hip and putting all his weight onto that side, taking a swig from his water bottle as if he’s trying to seduce someone. San had been furrowing his eyebrows so hard Wooyoung thought they would fall off, or fly away.

“Yeah a break is fine, sorry.” San mutters and plops over to where his bag is, taking out his water and gulping it down furiously. San wipes the beads of water that dribble down his chin and Wooyoung’s eyes linger a bit too long until he snaps back into reality.

“What’s got your panties in a twist? Is it your part during the bridge? I think you look fine.” Wooyoung says trying to comfort his best friend even though he isn’t sure what’s bugging him. San lets out a huff and wriggles his hips a bit, probably just trying to adjust or get comfortable, Wooyoung assumes.

He takes another chug of his water before answering, “Nothing, I just think I’m tired all of a sudden and it’s getting to me, we can go another round.” Wooyoung quirks an eyebrow suspiciously but just mutters an ‘alright’ before restarting the part they had been working on. Both of them go and stand back in front of the wall mirror and wait for the counts to come so they can get their respective moves down.

San had only been slightly lying to Wooyoung about why he felt so frustrated. Yes, he is tired. They have been practicing non stop for this comeback and this final session is doing him in a bit, but it’s not the main reason. 

The main reason is that San is wearing sweatpants.

Soft, comfortable, loose gray sweatpants.

‘What’s so frustrating about sweatpants?’ You may be wondering. Well it’s not just the sweatpants, he isn’t wearing any underwear either, which means he can feel the delicate and soft material rub against his soft cock, slightly springing it to life with each tight pull of his pants when he moves his legs. San hates underwear, they are uncomfortable and restricting, but he also loves sweatpants, so comfortable and freeing.

And sometimes, when he combines wearing sweatpants, with no underwear, he forgets just how pleasurable it makes him feel. This feeling, plus having not been able to jerk off in so long is really getting to him, clearly. They have been so preoccupied with promotions for this comeback that he hasn’t been able to properly touch himself in about a month, which is keeping him incredibly horny and frustrated. Sure he could have had time to rub one out if he hadn’t told Wooyoung he would practice with him, but he couldn’t say no to Wooyoung. Maybe this was a bad idea.

With each move he can feel the material move and strain against his now semi hard cock, when he was sitting on the floor earlier he tried to get a bit of relief by wriggling around a bit, but it just made his situation worse, and also made Wooyoung shoot him a weird look. He just needs to get off so bad, he needs it and it’s now clouding his brain. Clouding his brain so much that Wooyoung has to restart their part over, and over, and over.

“Alright maybe we should head to bed, you clearly aren’t focusing very well and you need sleep.” Wooyoung saunters back over to the computer once again to stop the music and San takes a second to catch his breath before responding.

“I’m sorry Youngie, I’m sure we’ll do great tomorrow anyway.” Wooyoung agrees and pats his back, shooting him a million dollar smile that shows he cares for the other man and his health more than some silly practice session. San sends back a more pained smile, but a smile nonetheless, and they head back to the new dorms. 

***

San swears he’s never felt more relieved at having his own room before. As soon as they entered the apartment building San stormed off to his room, a disgruntled Jongho murmuring to Wooyoung, “What’s his deal?” And the other man shrugs in return.

The moment San is in his room he locks the door and looks into his full length mirror. His cock is very visibly hard against his sweats and there’s even a small stain of precum where his tip pushes against the soft material. “Fuck…” He whispers and hopes Wooyoung hadn’t noticed such an embarrassing thing. San immediately gets to work, rubbing his cock through his pants, the delicate material rubbing along the head of his dick making his belly swell with arousal. He sits on the ground and fucks up into his palm, trying to gain as much friction against the material as he can but it’s no longer enough, he wants, no, he needs more.

Hastily he clambers onto his bed and rids himself of his shirt, shoes and socks, his torso still sweaty from his practice session and his chest gleaming, nipples hardened. San takes a pillow from the head of his bed and places it underneath him. He finds an angle that works and lines himself onto it, shallowly thrusting onto the pillow to feel more friction. The front of his sweats are practically soaked, precum leaking all over them. He moans and grunts as he chases the feeling, the material of his sweats pulling forward along his cock with every grind onto the pillow, and the pillow adding a needed to pressure onto his longing cock.

It’s still not enough to get him anywhere, all it does is fill his belly with a small fire, but it doesn’t blaze to anything else. He needs more, he’s so desperate, he needs anything. Through his haze he looks around his bed to see if anything else will satisfy his needs until his eyes land on it, and he immediately has second thoughts.

His sweet, innocent mokoko plushie is right in his line of vision. It’s right there, beckoning him to use it. The small opening between where it’s holding a heart and it’s chest is perfect, a perfect spot to fuck into. Wait. No. He can’t fuck his plushies. He couldn’t dare soil his precious, special edition mokoko plushie….Could he? 

He could.

In record time he finally peels off his sweatpants, his angry, throbbing cock springing out and hitting his stomach with a small slap sound. He discards the pillow underneath him onto the floor, it needs to be washed anyway, and with one last regretful look he turns back to his mokoko plushie and grabs it. “I’m so sorry Mokoko, I’ll make it up to you later.” He whispers and switches positions. He flips onto his side and props himself up onto his remaining pillows with his arm, and lines the plushies opening with his leaking cock. He says one final prayer before sliding his cock into the opening and he lets out the most groundbreaking moan he's ever moaned. It feels perfect. Nothing has felt so good before. Well, that’s debatable, but at this moment, after not having jerked off in nearly a month, the feeling could only compare to heaven itself.

He nearly comes right then and there, but he takes a second to compose himself. The soft, velvety material of the plushie brushes along the shaft of his cock so well, and while humble, he knows he’s well endowed and is reminded when the tip of his cock pushes into where mokoko’s mouth is. It’s kind of fucked up, but that’s just how the cards fall he guesses.

After gathering his bearings, he slowly starts to fuck into the plush, his lips falling into an ‘O’ shape at the feeling. He cants his hips up, making sure to appreciate every single detail of the way his cock feels fucking into the tight space, moans slipping from his mouth everytime the head of his cock pushes into the plush. San’s cock twitches with pleasure as he picks up his pace and while closer than ever it’s still not enough. The material is great but now it’s starting to rub. He needs lube.

Briefly, he gets up to reach into his nightstand for his lube and generously squirts some into his hand, warming it up and slicking up his cock soon after. He feels so bad, he’s about to ruin one of his favorite plushies, but his horniness is overtaking his sense of logic. He can just wash it after…right?

Removing the thoughts from his head, he switches positions, now laying the plushie underneath his hips so he can fuck into the plushie from the top. He aligns his cock once again, and slides into the opening once more. He nearly moans unbelievably loud but stops himself when he hears someone walk past his room. Once he thinks they’ve left he continues, fucking into the plushie again and, fuck, does it feel better than ever. He lets out small grunts and groans as he fucks into the opening harshly, feeling his orgasm finally building, and boy is it building fast. San has been practically edging himself this entire time, so it’s no surprise that once he finally figured out what he needed, he comes quickly. Three more thrust and he bites down on his lip to suppress his moans as he cums all over the plush, disgustingly coating its face and god there’s so much cum. It’s literally seeping into the material once he’s finished, and the ropes went so far some even landed on his sheets above where the plushie was, he guesses he really, really needed this. 

After coming down from his high, he quickly realizes what he had just done. He ruined his favorite, one of a kind plushie. Jesus what has he done, how will he clean it, can he clean it? Should he throw it away? As he’s trying to come up with a solution to save his poor, poor mokoko he hears a knock at the door.

“Hey Sannie, can I come in?”

Fuck, It’s Wooyoung.

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

#choi san smut #san smut #k labels #choi san x reader #san x reader #ateez smut #ateez x reader #woosan smut #wooyoung x san #san x wooyoung

[cybrsan]

Three Hearts As One | C.S, J.WY

AO3 Link | Masterlist

Summary: It had been a good day. That should have been the first warning sign that something was about to go horribly wrong. After all, how much peace can you expect in an apocalypse?

Pairing: Choi San x F!Reader x Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Zombie apocalypse AU, angst

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Major character death (so sorry)

A/N: Despite being short and sad, this is one of my personal favorites! Based on a dream I had that was way too realistic and also Wooyoung saying that if a zombie apocalypse happened and San turned into a zombie, he would want San to bite him because that would be less upsetting than being on his own.

It had been a good day. The traps you had set the night before were filled with game, and you had full stomachs for the first time in forever. Wooyoung’s ankle was finally feeling better after he twisted it running from a horde a few weeks ago. San even found a creek that ran off into the most beautiful lake, and the three of you bathed and played around in it for hours. Things almost felt normal, as if you were just three people in love on a beautiful summer day, enjoying each other’s company.

That should have been the first warning sign that something was about to go horribly wrong. After all, how much peace can you expect in an apocalypse?

You stare at the bite with wide eyes, blood turning to ice in your veins. This can’t be happening—not to one of you, not after you have made it this far. You’re three days away from what is supposedly the safest compound in the nation, armed with soldiers and doctors working towards a cure. A cure! But that won’t help you now. Not when it only takes a few hours to turn. Despite the freshness of the wound, it’s obvious the infection has already begun to spread. San’s skin is marred with greenish-purple bruising, and black veins pulsate around the outside of the bite, pumping the toxin further into his bloodstream.

The swarm came out of nowhere, ambushing the three of you in a pharmacy where you were looking for supplies. One of you—you can’t even remember who at this point, it doesn’t matter—opened a door that set off an alarm. It didn’t take more than a minute for your good day to become hell on earth. You tried to get out the same way you got in, but the runners had already blocked it off. You had no choice but to try to climb up one of the pharmacy shelves and squeeze out through a window. San made sure that you and Wooyoung went first, taking care of you the way he always does, and that’s when it happened.

He didn’t even notice at first, too focused on trying to get everyone to safety, too much adrenaline pumping in his veins. The bite shouldn’t have been able to reach his skin, but the duct tape he had wrapped around his forearms was too old and worn; you had been looking for a new roll for weeks and couldn’t find one. You’re not sure how long it took, but eventually, you made it to a house that was strongly barricaded, and the horde lost track of you. After checking the house for threats—whether that be other zombies or hostile survivors—you finally had a chance to catch your breaths.

Now, San stands frozen, cradling his arm to his chest. He hasn’t taken his eyes away from the bite since he noticed it, not even blinking, pupils blown wide. Wooyoung whimpers, looking between the two of you frantically as if hoping that one of you might magically have a solution that doesn’t involve a bullet to the brain.

You instinctively reach for your gun, and Wooyoung grabs your hand.

“No! No, you can’t.”

“Woo…”

“No! Stop it, please. He’s going to be fine.” He gives you one last stern look before moving away from you and towards San. He moves slowly, with a gentleness he only ever exudes in the most serious of situations.

Lightly stroking the side of San’s face to wake him from his daze, Wooyoung murmurs, “Darling…”

San snaps to attention, backing away from Wooyoung and pressing himself against the wall. He curls into himself, trying to make himself as small as possible. You feel as if your heart is being torn out of your chest, watching him physically try to distance himself from the both of you.

“Don’t… don’t come near me. You should both stay away from me.”

“Sannie, please, don’t be like this. You should let Y/N clean the wound, at least.”

He shakes his head. “No, don’t waste the supplies.”

“Waste…? No, stop it. You’re going to be fine; we just need to—”

“Wooyoung.” You hug him from behind, partly for his comfort but mostly for yours. You can feel his body shaking, the way he’s barely holding himself together.

“Please,” his voice trembles. “Please, I need one of you to tell me that it will all be okay. Please, please.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing it was enough to block out the reality unfolding before you. San has been the glue keeping Wooyoung together since everything first started. How are you supposed to make him accept what has to happen without breaking him completely?

Despite the situation, San still manages to smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Baby, it’s okay.”

“What? No, it’s not. Nothing is okay! We are so close! Let’s just get to the compound and they can fix you—”

Your voice is muffled against Wooyoung’s back. “We’re too far away, and we don’t even know if the cure is ready ye—“

Wooyoung jerks himself out of your hold, stepping closer to San who flinches away from him and slides further down the wall, burying his face in his knees. “Stop! Stop combatting everything I say! Do you want him to die?!”

You know he’s speaking from a place of desperation, of fear, but the words hurt you just the same. “Wooyoung, how could you even say that? Of course I don’t, I love him! I’m just—“

“Please stop fighting. Please.” San’s voice is weak, yet he still manages to stop the both of you in your tracks. “I don’t want my last memory of you to be… to be something so angry.”

Wooyoung looks at San and his gaze immediately softens. “This will not be your last memory. There has to be another option, we are not killing you!”

“I’m already dead, baby.”

Both you and Wooyoung freeze, the fight completely draining out of you. Those four words break whatever resolve Wooyoung had left, and he lets out a heart-wrenching sob. He stumbles over to San, and this time San lets him approach, looking at him with sad eyes. He doesn’t resist as Wooyoung forces himself half onto his lap—all he does is make sure his injured arm is hidden safely behind his back so that there is no risk of contamination.

Through tears, Wooyoung asks, “What if… what if we just let it happen? We just let him turn, and he can turn us, and we can all stay together—“

San stops him short. “Wooyoung, no. I won’t become one of those things. I won’t lose my humanity, and I won’t hurt you. Either of you.” He meets your gaze over Wooyoung’s head, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I need the both of you to survive. You deserve to make it. To finally live safely, happy, and free of worry.”

You let out a shuddering breath. “You deserve that too, Sannie, as much as either of us. It’s the three of us against the world, remember?”

“Three hearts as one,” Wooyoung whispers.

“My heart will always be yours. That won’t change, even when I’m gone.”

Wooyoung grabs the hem of San’s shirt, crumpling the fabric in his fist. He holds onto it so tightly his knuckles turn white, as if he’s lost at sea and it’s his only lifeline. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out except choked sobs, his chest heaving with panicked breaths. San pulls him close, burying his head into his chest and placing a kiss on his temple.

You finally break down and move to join them, slotting yourself against San’s opposite side and throwing one of your arms around Wooyoung. San looks at you with adoring eyes, a tear finally escaping. You reach up and brush it away with your free hand before leaning forward to kiss him for what may very well be the last time. However, he turns his head, so your lips hit his cheek instead. For a moment, you’re heartbroken, but San quickly notices the hurt clouding your expression and explains.

“You can get infected through bodily fluids. There’s no way of knowing if—” his voice cracks, and he clears his throat, but he can no longer stop himself from crying. “We can’t risk it, as much as I want to. God, do I want to.”

A few moments pass in silence as the three of you cry together in a heap on the floor, your bodies touching wherever they can. It is so hard to accept that this is the last time you will feel each other like this, the last time you will feel the warmth of San’s body and the steady beating of his heart. You’ve been together since the start, falling more deeply in love with every passing day. Luckily, you and Wooyoung will still have one another, but neither of you will ever be whole again.

Wooyoung finally speaks again, words muffled against San’s chest. “You can’t leave, please… you always take care of us.”

San laughs through his tears. “You have taken care of me too, you know. You will be okay without me. Both of you will.”

San’s laughter turns into coughing, and he pushes the both of you away, covering his mouth with his elbow. You quickly stand, pulling Wooyoung up with you and farther away. Surprisingly, he doesn’t resist. When San moves his arm, his sleeve is dotted with blood. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath before pulling out his gun. He empties the barrel, except for one singular bullet, and rolls the rest towards you.

“Take them; they’re the same ones that you use.”

You reach down to pick them up, but your hands shake so much that it takes you a couple of tries. Wooyoung begins to pace behind you, repeatedly muttering, “no, no, no,” under his breath.

“I want you both to leave me here, okay? Neither of you has to see this.”

“No, absolutely not.” You speak firmly, with no room for argument. “You will not die alone. I won’t let that happen. I’ll take Woo to another room and—”

“No!” Wooyoung yells. You and San shoot him a look, the both of you still worried about potential lurkers outside despite the situation. Wooyoung quiets his voice and continues, “I will not leave. We are in this together, just like everything else so far. And I’m not… I won’t let you do it yourself, are you kidding me?”

San’s eyes widen. “No, I can’t ask you to do that.”

You crouch in front of him, caress his face, and tell him, “You don’t always have to be strong, you know?” He instinctively nuzzles into your hand, just like he always does, before backing away from you and your touch.

“I…” He looks at both of you and, for the first time, he lets the fear show itself on his face. “Okay. Please stay. Please don’t leave me alone.”

“Never, my love. Never.” You kiss his forehead before taking the gun from his hand and backing away.

Wooyoung mimics you and places a lingering kiss on San’s forehead, murmuring a soft, “I love you,” and joining you at your side.

“I love you too, baby. I love you both with everything I have, until the end of time.” He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and then nods. “I’m ready.”

You raise the gun, shaking so badly you can barely hold it steady. Wooyoung comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, giving you the support you need to straighten your aim. He buries his head into your neck and you can feel tears against your skin. You make eye contact with San over the barrel and he is looking at you with nothing but adoration and love, just like always.

“I love you so much.”

He smiles and mouths, “I love you more.”

And then you pull the trigger.

#san x reader #choi san x reader #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #woosan x reader #wooyoung x san #woosan smut #woosan angst #choi san smut #choi san angst #wooyoung smut #wooyoung angst #ateez smut #ateez angst #ateez imagines #wooyoung imagines #choi san imagines #my fic #jung wooyoung #choi san #ateez fic

[sunoofairyofsass]

Make up and make out

Warning:Steamy make out session,hand job,use of the nickname baby boy

(Not proof read)

Choi San (domish?) x Jung Wooyoung (subish?)

"I'm so sorry baby~"San whispered between kisses, cupping Wooyoung's face with his hands "I was so stupid for doing that"San breathed out,pulling his partner for another kiss.Wooyoung lightly tugged on the other's wrist "Well I'm also partially to blame too..."he admitted.

San shushed him however "Wooyoung I'm the one who's in the wrong"he stated,running his thumbs over Wooyoung's red and tear stained cheeks "You did nothing wrong"he reassured the other.

Wooyoung weakly smiled,gently grabbed San's wrist and placed a soft kiss on the palm of his hand "You're forgiven~"he whispered tenderly.With a sigh of relief,San once again closed the gap between their lips for a sweet but short kiss.

"Then let me apologize the way only I can~"San uttered before smashing his lips onto the other's,which Wooyoung accepted almost immediately, cupping his lover's chest.San licked Wooyoung's lower lip,and he gladly granted access,parting his lips enough for the other slide his tongue in,letting a low moan in the process.

The two roamed their hands on each other's bodies, feeling the comfortable warmth of not only their skin,but their passionate love,their tongues dancing with each other as San devoured the other.Wooyoung soon found himself pressed against the wall and his lips being attacked by San's.

San finally pulled away,a string of saliva forming and quickly breaking between.He wasted no time planting his lips on Wooyoung's neck,sucking and biting on the skin,making the other tremble underneath him.

What really broke him was the feeling of San's hand trailing down his pants slowly stroking his semi hard member.Wooyoung gripped the others biceps as he tried to contain a moan "You can moan baby boy~ I'm just here to pleasure you~"San whispered in his ear as reassurance.

It didn't take long for Wooyoung to spill out soft moans only San could hear,his touch was like fire on gasoline,he felt like he was melting onto his hand.San's strokes were slow and gentle,always brushing his thumb on Wooyoung's sensitive parts "S-so g-good~"

Wooyoung's dick twitched as he felt a familiar knot in his abdomen,the poor thing was shaking from pleasure "Sannie~ Sannie~ Sannie~"was all he could muster up,feeling overwhelmed by it "That's it baby~ You can cum on my hand~"San reassured him once again, giving him small pecks on his cheek.

The man threw his head back as he reached his climax shortly after "Sannie!~ Sannie- Ah- Ah!~"Wooyoung moaned loudly,cum coming out in spurts in San's hand.The euphoria of his high tired him out,he looked at his lover with bedroom eyes and a weak smile."Am I forgiven?~"San asked him with a cheeky grin.Wooyoung chuckled softly and gave him a peck on the lips

"You definitely are now~"Wooyoung responded

#kpop #ateez #ateez smut #woosan smut #wooyoung #san #choi san #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x san #sub wooyoung #dom san #top san #bottom wooyoung #sub ateez #idol x idol #sub idol #dom idol

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Illusion (Woosan) 🔞

Synopsis: As a joke San’s friends set him up with an escort. Except he falls for the beautiful man he can never have

WC: 3700

Tags: Rich Boy San, Escort Wooyoung, Public Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Top San, Bottom Wooyoung, Brief Homophobic Language, Light Bondage, Polite Suggestion of Sommophilia

A/N: This is the escort fic of which I spoke. It wasn’t one of the better performers. Let’s see what y’all think. Bonus Content can be found here

Wooyoung rested his head on the doorframe as he watched San leave. They were both getting tired of this. Forget tired. Exhausted. Wooyoung knew he would always be San’s dirty little secret. If San expected to keep the life he knew, he had to pretend Wooyoung didn’t exist. His family had only just accepted that he was gay. Now they were on the hunt for a “suitable husband”, as San called it, for him. Wooyoung scoffed as he closed the door. It was the 21st century. San should’ve been able to pick who he wanted to be with. The Chois didn’t see it that way. They were old money- very, very old money and dragged all the traditions that came along with it. Then Wooyoung’s phone dinged in his pocket.

I miss you already, baby. Check your nightstand. 💕

Wooyoung didn’t remember anything being on his nightstand when they left the bedroom. Yet there was a carefully wrapped box sitting there waiting for him. Wooyoung opened it and pulled out a watch. It was a limited edition Rolex. Wooyoung knew they were almost impossible to get. Of course, this was Choi San, not some random person off the street. There was an inscription on the back.

Love you until the end of time - Your Sannie.

Wooyoung quickly texted him back.

WTF? I don’t believe you!

San: I love you too, baby :)

Wooyoung: This is too much & you know it.

San: NOTHING is too much for you. You know that.

Wooyoung furiously wiped the tears out of his eyes. The watch was beautiful and he wouldn’t be lying when he said one of his clients bought it for him. Except that San wasn’t a client anymore. He was the love of Wooyoung’s goddamn life.

When can you come back?

Wooyoung had given up on sounding desperate.

I can sneak away tomorrow night. Take you to dinner?

Wooyoung almost dropped his phone. They weren’t supposed to go out. They could risk being seen and then San’s parents would freak. Even if they didn’t find out that Wooyoung was an escort, he wasn’t someone they’d already vetted.

Dinner?

San: It’s our 6 month anniversary. I want to take you out. Then maybe we’ll make love for hours when we get back, but I expect you to be wearing my gift.

Wooyoung: Make love? Who are you & what have you done with San? LOL

San: I might be a lil stoned.

San had confessed to getting high when he got back from seeing Wooyoung. He claimed it made the transition back to who he was supposed to be easier. Wooyoung had chastised him, but it hadn’t done much. Wooyoung knew would make his drinks a little stronger after San left. It was completely unhealthy, but neither of them had anyone they could confide in.

Wooyoung: Go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow night.

San: I love you so much, baby.

Wooyoung: I love you too.

San sent a long string of hearts and kissy face emojis. Wooyoung returned with a heart and a kiss. He carefully put the watch in the box and back on his nightstand. The sheets were still a mess from earlier. Wooyoung had started insisting they put a towel down so he didn’t have to change them every time. He knew he should shower, but he didn’t feel like it. He simply dropped his robe on the floor and crawled into bed naked. Wooyoung had ridden San hard earlier, so the pillows smelled like San’s hair. He buried his face in one and let the aroma seep into his nostrils. It was more than just his shampoo and cologne. It was him. Why did this have to be so fucking complicated? Why was he still playing by their rules? Wooyoung would’ve told his parents to fuck off a long time ago. Of course, San genuinely loved his parents. Wooyoung didn’t. They’d kicked him out of the house when he came out and he’d made his own way in the world since.

Wooyoung’s good looks were how he got picked up by a pimp when he was 17. He lied about his age and no one bothered to check (more likely didn’t care). He slowly saved up enough to buy his way out and try his luck on his own. A few coy smiles and well placed compliments got him in the door with a much higher class clientele. Now he was 25 with an enviable list of clients and a 5 figure price tag for one “date”. Several of San’s friends had hired him for San’s birthday to pretend to be a blind date. The joke ended up on them because not only did the date go extremely well, San became one of Wooyoung’s clients.

Feelings didn’t get involved until they’d been seeing each other twice a week for almost a month. Wooyoung had stopped charging him after only a few times when it became obvious they both enjoyed the sex as more than just escort and client. San was the first one to confess. They were sweaty and half asleep, both on their 3rd or 4th orgasm of the night when San let slip “I love you”. Wooyoung had stretched and rolled on top of San, telling him that he loved him back. Somehow they’d worked up the energy to have sex again and fell asleep with San still inside Wooyoung.

Wooyoung hugged the pillow and sighed.

“Maybe someday,”

The next night Wooyoung was fixing his tie and about to put on his watch when he heard a key in the door. He’d given San a key to save them both the annoyance of having to buzz him up every time.

“And what if I’m not ready?” Wooyoung called from the bedroom.

“Then I guess I’d just have to take you before we left,” San replied. He was wearing the same dark gray suit and sapphire blue tie he’d worn on the night they met.

“If I didn’t already have all my clothes on, then I’d most definitely take you up on that,” Wooyoung kissed him.

“Haven’t put my present on yet?” San noticed the watch in Wooyoung’s hand.

“Maybe I was going to let you put it on me,” he held out his arm and San slid the watch on his wrist.

“Perfect fit,” he grinned.

“Impressive,” Wooyoung smiled back

“I remembered you have delicate wrists,” San took Wooyoung’s hands and wrapped them around his waist. He was bigger than Wooyoung and had initially been hesitant to go hard in bed, but Wooyoung had proved he was more than able to handle him.

“Weren’t you going to take me out?” he asked.

“I am. I might just be skipping ahead to what we’ll be doing in here later,” San kissed Wooyoung’s neck.

“Slut,” Wooyoung giggled.

“Proud of it,” he grinned.

San took Wooyoung to the same restaurant they’d gone to the first time.

“Ah, Mr Choi,” the host said when they arrived.

“I apologize that we’re a little late,” he said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you to the rest of your party,” he replied.

“Party?” San asked.

“Oh, I didn’t know it was supposed to be a surprise. I’m sorry,” he said, leading them through the restaurant. San was almost crushing Wooyoung’s hand. This could only mean one thing…

“Mom, Dad, hi,” San wasn’t hiding his surprise very well.

“San, you didn’t tell us you’d be here tonight,” his mom said.

“Um, yeah, it was kind of a last minute thing,” he replied. Wooyoung was pretty sure he was losing circulation.

“Who’s this?” His dad asked.

“I’m Wooyoung. San’s friends introduced us at his birthday party,” Wooyoung held out his hand. San’s dad shook it and his mom gave a demure nod.

“Maybe we should just go,” San said anxiously.

“We can stay. If your parents don’t mind,” Wooyoung squeezed San’s hand.

“Not at all. Please sit,” his mom said. San pulled out the chair for Wooyoung and he gracefully sat down. He didn’t end up with a client list full of closeted rich guys because he didn’t know how to handle himself in five star restaurants in front of lesser royalty. San sat next to him and couldn’t stop rubbing Wooyoung’s thigh. Wooyoung gave him a calm down look.

“So Wooyoung, what do you do?” Mr Choi asked.

“I’m a social planner,” he replied.

“What's that?” Mrs Choi asked.

“It’s like a personal assistant, but I manage the social calendars of select clients. It’s a bit of a niche market, but I enjoy it,” he replied, taking a sip of wine.

“I don’t suppose we could hire you,” she smiled.

“Unfortunately I’m fully booked, but if you ever need a recommendation, I’m sure I can help,” Wooyoung returned the smile.

“I don’t feel well. Excuse me,” San practically bolted for the bathroom. Wooyoung got up and followed him.

“I can’t believe they’re here. They’re fucking here. All I wanted was a nice dinner with you and then to be able to go back…” San started babbling.

“Baby, breathe,” Wooyoung caught him by the shoulders. “Let me handle this.”

“A social planner? That’s a hell of a way to spin it,” San said.

“If you keep letting me spin it, I’ll have them begging me to be their son in law by dessert. I don’t charge $10,000 a night because I can’t charm men away from their money. However, I can’t do it if you look like you’re 10 seconds away from heart failure for the rest of dinner. Okay?” Wooyoung told him.

“Okay,” San nodded.

“Then we’ll go back to my place and I’ll take you nice and slow. I’ll savor every inch of that perfect cock of yours. I’ll have you whining for me,” Wooyoung slid his fingers down the front of San’s pants. “I’ll have you whimpering ‘Wooyoungie, please. Please let me touch you’.” He flicked at San’s belt buckle with his thumb and weaved his belt loose. He wrapped his other arm around San’s shoulders. Wooyoung could feel San’s erection slowly growing near his fingers.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, Sannie? You want me on top of you, slowly riding you, with you completely helpless. You remember the first time I tied you up and how hard you came. Then I sucked you off and made you come for me again. Then I got you hard again and finally let you touch me. You remember that,” Wooyoung could feel the tip of San’s dick in between his index and middle fingers. San was panting, but this time it was from trying not to come simply by listening to Wooyoung. “Do you want me to get you off, Sannie?”

“Please,” he begged, digging his fingers into Wooyoung’s back. Wooyoung steered them into a stall and deftly unzipped San’s pants with his thumb.

“You have to be quiet. We can’t attract attention,” Wooyoung’s lips barely grazed San’s ear. San whined. “Good boy.”

Wooyoung gripped the tip of San’s cock between his fingers and rested his thumb under the head. San jumped.

“You have to hold still, too,” Wooyoung whispered. San tightened his grip on Wooyoung’s back and nodded into his shoulder. Wooyoung deliberately massaged San’s dick with his thumb. He whimpered and whined into Wooyoung’s neck. “I wish I could see your pink cock right now. How pretty it is. How slick it is. How it’s shaking and just waiting for me to impale myself on it. I might be getting a little hard thinking about having it filling me up - feeling just how good you stretch me and how it’s almost too much, but not quite.” Wooyoung carefully pressed his hips against San’s thigh so he could feel Wooyoung’s own erection starting to bloom.

“Wooyoungie, please…” San’s eyes were starting to water.

“No crying, darling. Your parents will already have enough questions. I don’t want to have to explain why I made you cry,” Wooyoung pressed harder with his thumb. San jerked and grunted. “I think we’ve been in here long enough.” Wooyoung ran his thumb over the tip, dipping into the slit like he knew San loved. San came bucking against Wooyoung’s fingers and squeezing tears out of his eyes.

“That’s my good Sannie,” Wooyoung cooed as San spilled come on his fingers. San muffled his moans in Wooyoung’s neck. San finished and Wooyoung let go, wiping them down with toilet paper. Wooyoung gave him a quick check for any rogue come stains. He zipped San back in when he determined everything was satisfactory. San’s hands were shaking while he washed them.

“You still look terrible,” Wooyoung said.

“I’m trying not to,” he breathed.

“Let me handle it. Smile, nod, and let your parents pay for dinner,” Wooyoung told him. “This was my job, baby. At least before I became a kept man.”

“Okay,” San breathed.

“Thank you,” Wooyoung kissed him. “Come on.” He led his half fucked out half painfully anxious lover back to the table.

“Everything okay? We were beginning to worry,” Mrs Choi said.

“I’m fine,” San coughed. “Just fine.”

“Honestly, this is a little embarrassing, but this is only our second date. I know San’s birthday was a while ago, but we could never find a good time to meet up. We weren’t expecting to run into you tonight,” Wooyoung smiled the dazzling smile that got men into bed with him and paying for his penthouse.

“San, you never mentioned that you met someone,” Mr Choi said.

“Like he said, it’s only our second date,” San replied.

“How do you know San’s friends?” Mrs Choi asked.

“I met Yeosang a while ago. I suppose he thought San and I would be a good fit,” Wooyoung told her. It wasn’t a total lie. Yeosang had initially contacted him and paid the deposit for their joke. His other friends Yunho and Mingi had made up the difference.

“Mom, is this really…?” San started. Wooyoung squeezed his knee under the table.

“It’s fine,” he replied. Parental interrogation was old hat in his world. At least they weren’t going to call him a worthless faggot. He assumed.

“What about your family?” Mr Choi asked.

“Unfortunately my parents and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. I haven’t spoken to them in years and that’s for the best. It’s a shame, really. They pushed away their only child,” Wooyoung stroked San’s knee with his index finger. He knew how to spin anything. Now he was an abandoned only child who somehow had the manners of someone raised at San’s level.

“That’s such a shame. I can’t imagine not having any contact with your child,” Mrs Choi said. Got her. Wooyoung always knew the moment he got his hooks in someone. San was also an only child.

“I’ve gotten used to it. There’s something to be said for learning how to survive on your own in the world,” he replied.

They continued through the rest of dinner, Wooyoung easily fielding all of San’s parents’ questions. He even made a show of trying to pay. By the time San and his dad left to pick up the respective cars from the valet, Wooyoung and Mrs Choi were quite comfortable with each other.

“I certainly wasn’t expecting to meet San’s date tonight, but it was very nice to meet you,” she said.

“I admit, it was a bit awkward to have a ‘meet the parents’ on the second date,” Wooyoung replied with an easy smile.

“San has always been a bit high strung,” she said.

“I noticed, but I promise to take good care of him,” Wooyoung told her.

“Thank you. He needs someone like you in his life. His friends can still get a little...wild,” Mrs Choi sighed.

“Don’t I know it,” Wooyoung’s tone didn’t give away anything. Wooyoung never gave up anything he didn’t want to give. The cars pulled up and their respective partners came to get them.

“It was a pleasure to meet you both,” Wooyoung said as they left.

“I’ll be back later,” San mumbled in their direction.

“Do you need me to drive?” Wooyoung asked when they got in the car.

“No,” San replied.

“I had your mother eating out of my hand so stop panicking,” Wooyoung told him. “And unofficial permission to date you. You should be tap dancing right now.”

“It’s just...they just...I’m scared…” San said as he put the car in gear.

“What are you afraid of? Tell your Wooyoungie,” he looked over at San.

“They’ll find out that you’re...an escort,” San finished.

“Was an escort,” Wooyoung replied. “Currently you’re paying all my bills.”

“I love you so much. I’m terrified they’ll find out the truth,” San put his hand on Wooyoung’s thigh. Wooyoung tucked a piece of hair behind San’s ear.

“Let’s go home and I’ll make you feel better. You still want that, right?” Wooyoung asked. San nodded.

“Then your Wooyoungie will strip you out of that suit, tie you to the bed, and take you until you can’t stand it anymore. You’re free to cry as much as you want this time, Sannie. We don’t have to make any excuses why tears are coming out of those beautiful brown eyes.”

“I’m trying to drive, Wooyoung,” San huffed.

“Do you want me to stop?” Wooyoung cocked his head.

A beat of silence.

“No,” the other man replied.

“Good,” Wooyoung slid his hand up almost onto San’s cock as he leaned over and undid his pants.

“What are you doing?” San asked.

“Just releasing the pressure a bit,” Wooyoung’s smile curved all the way up to his impeccably sculpted brows. He pulled his hand back away from San’s crotch. “And the best part is you don’t have to leave tonight. You can stay and I can wake you up in the middle of the night sucking your dick. In the morning I might let you fuck me into the mattress. The options are endless, Sannie. Maybe you’ll wake up and decide to slide into me while I’m asleep. Then I’ll wake up filled with your cock.”

“You...you’d let me do that?” San had started to sweat a little and his boner was threatening to expand completely out of his pants.

“You know my limits. That’s not one of them,” Wooyoung replied.

“What if I start to...you know...fuck you in your sleep?” San ventured.

“I’m a light sleeper. It wouldn’t take much to wake me up. It would be a great way to wake up, though,” Wooyoung winked at him.

“I…” San’s brain had all but stopped working. Wooyoung kept smiling.

San practically carried Wooyoung up to his apartment. The concierges had learned to look the other way a long time ago when they saw Wooyoung.

“Tie me up, baby. Please,” San breathed when they got upstairs.

“It would be my pleasure,” Wooyoung purred. He carefully pulled the silk ties out from under the mattress and San obediently lied on his back. Wooyoung swiftly tied him down and sat on his thighs. He lazily ran a finger up San’s quivering dick. Precome was dripping down the tip.

“You want your Wooyoungie that much, Sannie?” Wooyoung swirled the sticky liquid in circles around the tip.

“Yes,” San replied. Wooyoung could see his chest starting to heave. He slithered up San’s body to his mouth.

“I’m gonna make you cry, sweetheart,” he kissed his lover hard. He nipped at San’s earlobe before he sat back up and generously lubed San’s cock. He slowly lowered himself down going only a fraction of an inch at a time. San was already whining. “Did I not satisfy you earlier?”

“You did,” he replied.

“Then why do you sound so needy?” Wooyoung asked as he bottomed out.

“Need...you…” San panted.

“I knew that,” Wooyoung slid his hands up San’s bound arms. “You always need me.”

“Mmhmm,” San nodded as Wooyoung kissed him. He pressed his chest against San’s and slightly bucked his hips. San grunted. Wooyoung took San’s lower lip between his teeth and pulled slightly before he sat back up. He began slowly grinding his ass down on San’s cock.

“You want to touch me, don’t you darling?” Wooyoung braced his hands on San’s thighs, arching his back and exposing his entire chest and hardened cock.

“Yes,” San squeaked.

“How badly do you want to touch me? Enough that I should untie you?” Wooyoung looked down at him.

“N-no, wanna come l-like this,” he stuttered.

“If you’re sure,” Wooyoung ran one hand down his own torso and traced the tip of his dick with his finger. It came back wet with precome. “You want a taste?”

“Please?” San’s pupils were blown wide with desire.

“Open your mouth and stick out that talented tongue of yours,” Wooyoung instructed. San did as he was told and Wooyoung dragged his finger down the center of San’s tongue.

“Taste good?” he smirked.

“More?” San whined.

“No, my love. That’s all you get,” Wooyoung brushed his wet finger down San’s cheek. Then San’s eyes started to water. Wooyoung pulled his hand back and kept slowly working San’s dick. “Now is my baby getting desperate?”

“Uh huh,” San noised.

“How desperate?” Wooyoung prompted.

“Wanna c-come h-hard. Inside you,” the the other man breathed.

“Of course you’re going to come inside me, silly boy,” Wooyoung watched San’s hands flex against the restraints. If he really wanted to, he could get loose. They both enjoyed the illusion more, though.

“P-pound you,” he gasped.

“You want to pound me? You want to wreck me on your cock? What if I let you?” Wooyoung asked. San looked up at him. Wooyoung untied San’s wrists and then his ankles. San flipped them over and began slamming into Wooyoung. He was practically snarling while he fucked him. Wooyoung dug his nails into San’s back every time he hit his prostate. He heard a cracking sound, but wasn’t quite sure what it was. He was too focused on the cock ramming his ass.

“Fu-uck,” he grunted as he started to come all over both of them. San was still growling and bucking into him then fell on top of Wooyoung when he started coming. They were practically glued to each other when they finished.

“Uh, Woo,” San said.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“I think I broke the headboard,” San replied sheepishly. Wooyoung looked up and sure enough there was a sizable crack roughly where San’s hand had been.

“Well, so much for making love when we got back,” he laughed.

“At least you were wearing my gift,” San held up Wooyoung’s arm.

“We got it half right,” Wooyoung smiled.

“I love you, Wooyoungie,”

“I love you too, Sannie,”

#ateez hard thoughts #ateez fanfic #ateez hard hours #minors dni #ateez smut #wooyoung x San #Jung Wooyoung x Choi San #woosan #just fucking write 2k24 #bonus content

[userwoosan]

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oops!! didn’t mean to fuck my new boss 😅

🔞 wccsn au , top!wcc , sub!sn

from my twt, so the names are censored 😭

sn was tired of being a stripper. so tired of it that he’d actually began applying for jobs…but only one application went through. starting tomorrow, he’d be the assistant to a hospital CEO. which meant he would have to meet one of the richest people in town… and be responsible for his temper tantrums. no pressure. right now, he didn’t have to worry. his only job tonight? making someone happy–and hopefully getting to relax himself.

sn dressed each night according to his moods, hoping to attract certain customers. some shifts, he’d play into his masculinity: cut out shirts to show his muscles, spiking up his short hair. but tonight, he went for glitter and pastel. tonight, sn would attract the dominators.

while on the stage, he played into his gentle side. bending over, splaying his ass cheeks in their short shorts. No sharp movements. tonight was about fun, letting loose, being free. tomorrow, he wouldn’t have any of this. tomorrow, he’d have to be put together: suited, responsible, and quick on his feet. tonight, he wanted someone else to take care of him. someone else to see him with grace. to see him as protectable. precious.

as he danced, sn couldn’t help noticing one man from across the room. a man with long slicked hair, sitting in a suit in the back of the house. he was not at the front, dancing and throwing money at sn’s feet, but sitting alone; and was eyeing sn like he wanted to devour him whole. sn kept dancing, ignoring the pawning men around him and honing in on Slick-Black.

the lights below him shone an amber hue, the color of sex and cigarette smoke. sn dropped to the floor, flipping on his back to spread his legs in a V, looking for an excuse to stop meeting the man’s eyes so intensely. He’d never had a customer so intent like this, but once Slick-Back had his eye, he didn’t drop it. sn was curious.

once the dance ended, sn roamed the floor, collecting tips and flirting with other patrons. playing up the jealousy. he wasn’t sure of Slick’s intentions, but if he could fuck as intensely as he could stare…sn was up for the bait. he walked back slowly. playfully. he tapped his kitten heels on the floor of the club, closer and closer to the back. he glanced at Slick, gave him a flirty smile. It was clear the man was enjoying his view. The screen in front of him kept lighting up, and instead of answering, Slick leaned further into his table and shoved the phone into a front pocket of his three-piece. from under the table sn could see him rubbing suspiciously under his pocket.

when he finally reached the table, sn found Slick already standing at attention for him.

“Taking your sweet time, weren’t you, Princess?” The man’s voice was higher pitched, like honey. sn fluttered.

“I figured you could wait.” sn breathed back, moving closer. “I saw you looking at me. would you like a dance, Mr…?”

“Young. Call me Young.”

So he was as rich as he looked. No one else bothered to use fake names for the dancers.

“alright, Young.”

The room was full of silvery light: sn’s preference when he wore this outfit. he put on his usual playlist, bending over a little extra for the show. Young sat on the bed kicking off his shoes. he spread his legs. sn moved between them.

“can i kiss you?” Young asked, grabbing his chin. in response, sn put his lips to Young’s. taking in his scent. amber. musk. Young grabbed sn, pulling him down onto the sheets. “you didn’t answer me, baby” he pulled his zipper down, raising his brows at sn. “i know this is your job. but i want you to be okay.”

sn’s face heated. he nodded and smiled, reaching to pull off his strappy top.

“—wait.” Young said, reaching behind Sn and grabbing the straps for him. “I will.”

he stopped after the top was off, gripping sn’s biceps and licking down his tummy. sn bucked his hips. rolled his eyes. Young moved further down, a glint in his eyes as he pulled away sn’s shorts, baring him. sn breathed a moan, unable to contain it.

“that’s it, princess,” Young responded, taking sn’s full length.

sn grabbed Young’s hair, pushing him further into his cock. his eyes rolled.

“oh shit!! oh shit!!” Young took his penis from his mouth and rubbed it out, still aiming the tip at his mouth.

“yeah? are you a needy baby? yeah?” “yeah—” sn gasped, riding through the high. as he came, tears fell from his cheeks. “my needy princess,” Young cooed, kissing and biting his neck. he still had sn’s cock, and sn moaned as he thumbed the tip. “you did so good for daddy. let’s clean you up now.”

Monday morning, sn was up by six, sitting in his car with a cold cup of coffee. his throat still hurt from his night with Young, and the man’s voice was still stuck in his ears, but he couldn’t miss his first day. sn walked through the door, approaching the front desk.

“hey, i’m ch0i s4n, the new assistant for…” Before he could finish, a familiar voice caressed his ear. “Jvng Wccyoung.” Sn turned.

It was Young. His new boss, the man he’d be making coffees for, the man he’d be printing and copying and emailing for, was…

Young—Wccyoung—smiled. “You can follow me.”

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[written-in-flowers]

Holding On To Humanity: Pt. 1

Pairing: Wooyoung x San, Hongjoong x Seonghwa

AU: Resident Evil 8: Village, Vampires, Shapeshifters,

Genre: angst, smut, drama

Rating: M

Word Count: 7k

Summary: After being subjected to a terrible experiment, Jung Wooyoung wakes up as something far worse than he'd ever imagine. Struggling between who he is and who he was, he must make a decision: does he protect his new family or those he once loved?

Warnings: gender-neutral!reader, vampire!demonline, vampire!wooyoung, shapeshifter!mingi, shapeshifter!yunho, shapeshifter!jongho, doll!yeosang, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of death, blood and injury, descriptions of human experimentation/surgery, canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, smut, light bdsm, anal sex, anal fingerings, rimming, blow jobs, top!San, bottom!wooyoung, switch!seonghwa and hongjoong, and basic sex stuff

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“Here’s where I stop,” the coachman told him in a gruff voice. “The horses won’t go any further.”

Wooyoung stared out from the back of the wagon to the road ahead. Stretching about a mile, the harsh cold and snow  made for an intimidating walk. He saw the black rocks covered lightly with snow, and the long wheel tracks that carts and horses made right up to this point. Beyond, it appeared as if very few trekked the rest of the way. He hated the idea of walking through the freezing cold with nothing to warm him but his jacket, pants and boots. His father told him the journey to the castle wouldn’t be easy, but it’d be worth it in the end. 

“Why not?” Wooyoung asked, hoping the coachman might change his mind. 

“The place frightens them,” he said. “They won’t go any farther than this before they start getting riled up. That place is cursed, I tell you.” He faced forward as if looking at the castle himself, “You have to be mad or desperate to go up there.”

“So, I’m to walk the rest of the way?” He didn't like the idea of walking on a cold, dark road in the middle of a tall mountain alone. 

“The castle isn’t that far from here,” he said. “It’s only about half a mile until you reach the gates, then a bit more after that. 

Wooyoung dreaded the answer, but still not surprised. A lot of villagers showed hesitancy when they spoke of Castle Dimitrescu. The mistress of the castle ruled over their side of the village, reigning over them with an iron fist. His mother used to say it was by the grace and protection of Mother Miranda that she didn’t slaughter them all. But, that did not stop anyone from noticing the disappearances or missing livestock. His neighbor woke up his entire household shouting about the maimed carcass of his prized cow, Anita. He told Wooyoung’s father that he found her torn to bits in her stall, large chunks of flesh bitten off right to the bone. Wooyoung said a wolf might’ve gotten into his barn, but he’d said that to try diverting from what really troubled everyone: the beasts ate her. His body shivered thinking of the hairy, snarling, blood monsters who occasionally roam the forests, ravaging anything they can get their hands on. He pictured them feasting on the corpse of young, pretty Camila, who’d gone missing several days ago or strong farmer Elijah who’d been last seen working in his field. Only one person showed no fear upon entering the woods: The Huntsman. 

The Huntsman became the village protector when they slaughtered a pack of monsters who'd broken into the village. Wooyoung never saw them up close, since they rarely traveled into the village and often wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered their face, but they showed a strength and courage he didn't see in anyone else. Their weapons proficiency and skill was unmatched. He would've sworn they themselves were a beast in a much tamer form, with how quickly they dodged and wrestled the monsters to the ground. 

He wished they'd come with him. 

“Well, thank you for getting me this far,” he said to the merchant as he hopped off the wagon. “I wouldn’t have made it before dark if you had not.”

“Mother Miranda says we must show each other kindness and generosity when we can,” he said, tipping his hat, “I pray that you reach the castle safely.” 

“Thank you.” 

He shouldered his bag, and then began the trek up the mountain path. A curving, narrow road thickened by snow stretched ahead of him. He hoped the walk was not long, since the hour grew later and the sun began setting over the dense forests beyond. The higher he’d gone up the mountain, the colder the winds became. The chill blew through his jacket and pants every time he moved, but Wooyoung managed. He was no stranger to the cold since he spent many nights huddled by the dwindling fireplace at home. He did his best not to look between the trees lining the path or walk too briskly. His father used to tell him to keep his wits about him in the woods; to not stare into the trees or run, since then it might invite whatever lurks in the dark to chase him. He’d come too far to be a meal now. 

Wooyoung continued along the way until he reached a tall iron gate. Above the gate, he saw a symbol: a large flower surrounded by four smaller ones over two crossed swords. The insignia for House Dimitrescu. He searched around for a guard or caretaker, but nobody came. Timidly, he pushed on the gate and to his surprise it opened. As he stood there at the opening, a deep dread settled itself into his stomach. The feeling told him to turn back, and find another way to help feed his family. Yet, his determination and pride made him put one foot in front of the other. He had no choice. His father’s crops did not yield their usual abundance, so he suggested Wooyoung take a position in the castle’s employ. He said the families of those who worked in the castle received gold and even food parcels from their loved ones. Perhaps The Lady pays in goods and a bit of gold for service. Wooyoung hoped his work in the castle would feed his family. He pressed onwards. 

The stone castle stood at the end of the road. The gray building looked dark and foreboding. High towers and battlements reached up into the sky, blocking out the bit of sunlight still left to the world, with tall windows surveying the yard below. Seeing the withering or bare foliage around the front entrance, it was no wonder the coachman’s horses steered clear of the place. Even standing at the front steps, every nerve in his body told him to run. The lack of guards or servants unnerved him as well. Didn’t castles have people bustling about? Noise and chatter in the air, bringing life to the silent building? He’d thought so. Regardless, Wooyoung could not turn back now. He climbed the steep steps to the doors, and pulled it open. 

Cautiously, he walked into the small entrance hall. A long carpet went up a short flight of stairs, leading into a room with a domed ceiling. His nervousness set in deeper, realizing how little light filled the room; two tall candelabras stood in inverted walls and another sat on a side table. The priceless antiques and refined appearance truly befitted the aristocratic family. However, it wasn’t these that caught his attention. 

Hanging between the two candelabras was a tall painting of four young men in an intricate gold frame. A blond, two black haired, and one with brown hair. They each dressed in upper class fashion with vests, high collared shirts with silk cravats. They clearly came from wealth judging by how they carried themselves even in a painting. He then noticed a plaque right at the bottom. 

‘Felix, Seonghwa, San, and Hongjoong Dimitrescu’. 

The Lady’s sons. Yes, Wooyoung heard of them though had never seen them before. He gazed around for a moment, expecting to find a servant or a butler welcoming their newest worker, but he found himself completely alone. 

“Hello?” he dared to speak into the empty, dim room. “Is anyone here?”

A faint buzzing sound suddenly came from a hallway on his left  and he gasped. The large swarm of flies move fluidly from behind the oak wood doors and into the entrance hall. He moved to run back outside, panic jumping up into his throat before the swarms blocked his path. Suddenly, three men materialized: a tall one, a muscular one, and a short one. Wooyoung realized at once who they were. Before him stood three of Lady Dimitrescu’s sons, the two black haired sons and the brunette. They each wore long black coats with hoods over their heads. The tallest one came up close to Wooyoung first. Hair the color of ravens' wings, it hung to the side over glimmering dark eyes. His angular features appeared as sharp as the eyes gazing at him. A green pendant around his neck sparkled in the dim lighting, and more dread filled his stomach.

He pushed hair from Wooyoung’s face and grinned widely. Wooyoung shifted his eyes away as the man examined his features. “Oh yes,” he said, turning his face this way and that, "I think he will do nicely. Hongjoong?” 

He scanned over him one more time before the shortest of the men came up next. Hongjoong, as the other called him, stood a few inches shorter than the two men beside him, but the glint in his eyes still sent shivers through Wooyoung’s bones. His bright orange hair created a stark contrast between his face and the hood over his head. He had softer features than the others, and his eyes did not devour Wooyoung as theirs did. A gloved hand caressed his jawline as he admired the younger’s face. He appeared to be examining him like a jeweler with a gem. It unnerved Wooyoung. When he looked away from him, Hongjoong forced him by the chin. Something about the three of them churned Wooyoung’s stomach, and razzled every nerve that screamed to flee.

“I agree, Seonghwa” he finally said, “He is perfect. He has strong bones and his blood seems to pump at a normal rate. He is young enough to withstand the strain. How old are you? Nineteen? Twenty?” 

"Twenty-three," he squeaked. 

"Hm, good, good."

“He’s pretty,” the black haired man behind them said. “Much prettier than anyone we’ve gotten so far.” 

“Looks are not important in the experiment, San,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes. 

“No, but they certainly are a benefit.” 

Wooyoung flinched when he reached for him. Much more muscular than the other two, his cloak fitted his slim frame but hung at his broad shoulders. His dark hair the shade of night parted at his forehead, and loose strands hung over it. Wooyoung would’ve fallen for his chiseled face were it not for the predatory gaze. 

“Are you sure we can't take him upstairs?” he asked Hongjoong, smirking at Wooyoung. "We can hang him on a hook and play with him," he came closer, a strange metallic smell on his breath, "I bet that mouth can make the sweetest sounds…"

“Wha-Wha-” Wooyoung could hardly get his words out. 

“I won’t hurt you, pretty,” San said, drawing closer and closer. Gloved fingers traced his jawline and fell to his chest, and Wooyoung stepped away. “I’ve been told I can be a very gentle lover,” he said before Hongjoong stood between them. 

“You have your own plaything in the cellars,” he hissed. “Go fiddle with that and leave my subject alone.” 

“Ugh, you never let me have any fun!” 

Their words sickened and frightened him. He did his best to conceal his racing heart, the organ that pumped ice in his veins, but he sensed the three of them already smelled his fear. Seonghwa reached to caress his cheek, but frowned when he pulled away. 

“What do you want with me?” Wooyoung heard himself squeak out. 

“Nothing much,” answered Hongjoong. “Just your body."

“My body?!"

"Don't worry," he sneered, "You won't miss it."

He realized then what happened to the servants before him. Quickly, he recalled how eagerly his father insisted he find work in the castle. He’d spent days telling Wooyoung how beneficial it’d be for the family, and how desperately they needed the money. When a family in town started receiving packages after their daughter went up the mountain, he noted how it could be them chewing down on honeyed bread and fresh milk. Did he know the truth and simply hid it from his son? It would’ve saddened him if his panic did not overcome him so easily. He is helping his family. He’s helping by becoming one less mouth to feed. His hands started shaking, and he grabbed the strap of his bag to steady them. 

“It won’t hurt,” Hongjoong assured you. “Well…not right away.”

“Mother isn’t home yet,” Seonghwa told him. “She’ll be away for a while, so there’s plenty of time.” 

"You only need to relax," hissed San. "I know a few things that can help with that."

“No,” he said in a shaky breath. “No, please…I have a family…they’ll come looking for me…”

Hongjoong laughed, “Silly boy. Your family sent you up here for this very reason. Your pitiful father made the arrangements with our man in town.” He then said, “So, do what you’re supposed to, and come with us.”

He reached for Wooyoung’s hand, but not quickly enough. Wooyoung rushed for the large front doors, nearly slamming into them with the force of his sprint, and realizing someone locked them. Over his shoulder, he saw the three men staring at him wickedly. The sound of faint buzzing jolted him alive. 

“Brother!” one of the men called, “Where are you going? You only just arrived!”

Wooyoung didn’t waste time asking for an explanation. Seeing a room off to the side, he made a break for it. Running down a corridor and another flight of stairs, he noticed the moonlight from outside lit his way. How could anyone see in such darkness? Any windows he did see were covered with curtains, which allowed very little light into the castle. He could hear the buzzing growing louder behind him, and he quickened his pace. Bursting through an archway, he ended up in a large room with checkered flooring and a high ceiling. Four strange statues stood guard in front of a doorway, and Wooyoung sensed that this way might be pointless. He needed to find a way out. He rushed through to another corner area, before rushing another hallway. Wooyoung didn’t hear the insects anymore, and this only frightened him. What if they can travel through walls? What if they can become invisible? He shouldn’t have come here. He should’ve gone back home, told his father the Lady didn’t need any more servants, and stayed there. Now, he was running for his life. 

Wooyoung kept running until he ended up in a bed chamber. The fireplace being the only source of light, the orange flames flickered across the walls and gave everything a warm glow. He stared around for a hiding spot, but he wasn’t quick enough. Suddenly, hundreds of flies surrounded him and Wooyoung did his best to shield his face. They must have teeth, since he felt them bite at his arms, torso, hips and legs. Wooyoung grimaced, and swatted at the ones trying to nibble his face, nearly stumbling backwards over a footstool in the process. 

“Ah, there you are, lovely,” he heard San chuckle darkly. The flies suddenly flew from him and swirled around until they created San’s full form. He stared down at Wooyoung, a distinct seduction in his eyes. “Looks like you found my favorite room in the castle. How about I lock the door and we get to know each other better?” 

He didn’t respond. He clambered to his feet, then made a dash past San, breaking through a wall of insects in the process. He flicked off one nipping at his shoulder as he ran. He rushed back down the way he’d come, hearing San’s laughter somewhere behind him, and returned to the room with the statues. Running through the main hall, a high-ceiling with a large crystal chandelier above the checkered floors, he nearly bumped into one of the chairs in front of the fire. He spotted ornate wooden doors up ahead, and charged through them into a dining room. 

A dining room with a long table, side boards, and tall windows, bright moonlight became the only source of light guiding him through. He bumped into one of the tall-backed chairs on his way to the other door, but the pain didn’t deter him. He needed to get outside before they caught him. He saw a pair of doors, and seeing the courtyard outside, realized that might be a way out. 

“Oh, Brother,” San’s voice came through the room in a sing-song voice. “Where are you?”

He scrambled and ducked behind one of the dining chairs. Buzzing preceded San’s entry, and he spotted his reflection in a glass cabinet door. Wooyoung covered his mouth to keep himself quiet. San’s top half remained human, but his bottom half broke off into the swarm of black flies that glided him about the room. 

“We promise we won’t hurt you,” he said, though Wooyoung did not believe him. “Not much, at least.” Wooyoung heard him give a short sniff, "I know you're in here. I can smell your sweet, thick, hot blood…I can almost taste it on my tongue, and it’s delicious."

He waited until San turned his back to quickly go through the doors into the courtyard. 

“There you are!” 

An iron gazebo stood in the center of the courtyard, which broke off into different sections of the castle. He continued glancing around for signs of the three brothers, since San had been on his trail minutes ago. Wooyoung was certain they meant to toy with him before killing him. They can move faster than him; they’re likely stronger, yet have not caught him yet. Wooyoung needed On the right side, he saw the cobbled pathway lead through an archway out into a garden area. 

Hedges lined the walkways around the expansive space, circling around a bronze fountain statue in the middle. The garden must be beautiful in the spring, but in the winter, it was a frozen eden. Dead trees and withering bushes decorated the space, and ice and snow covered the fountains and benches. Wooyoung’s boots crushed the thin layer of snow on the ground as he ran through to a high wall on the other side. 

“Brother!” It was Seonghwa this time, whose voice came from somewhere in the distance. “Brother, where are you?”

He grabbed onto a thick vine clinging to the stone fence, placed his foot on one at the bottom, then lifted himself onto the wall. He ignored the voices calling to him from inside the castle, and started climbing. It did not take much time to scale the ten foot wall, even if the icy stones and frozen vines burned his hands. He’d been a fool to come here. Desperation and panic numbed him to the sensations around him. He should’ve listened to his gut when he stepped up to the house, but he’d thought of his family. His father made it sound so important that he go to the castle; he said it’d help the family in such a special way. It hurt him to think his father intended to serve him on a platter to these people. Wooyoung wanted to think his father didn’t know and really thought his son was manning stables or serving meals from a kitchen. With all the talk of aiding their family, Wooyoung believed he’d be doing more for them than toiling in his father’s dying corn crops. 

In reality, the best thing he could do is die. 

Wooyoung reached the top of the wall, and swung his leg over the side. He felt a sense of freedom approaching before something swiped at his feet below.  

A large black wolf growled at him from several feet below, yellow eyes glowing at him angrily. Its snapping jaws caused Wooyoung to fall into the garden again, his back hitting the ground hard and sending shocks of pain through his body. He could hear more growling and barking from behind the wall; long claws scratched the hard stone, and feet kicking the snowy earth. The fall disoriented him long enough that he didn’t notice the figure gliding up to him. 

“Ah, there you are!” Seonghwa looked down at him, his hood bringing a shadow over his face. “We’ve been looking for you.” 

In this brief moment of weakness, the overwhelming sounds of fluttering wings filled his ears. He swatted at those buzzing around him, pinching his eardrums with their high-pitched sounds, before Seonghwa and San grabbed his wrists. Wooyoung let out a scream as the two men began gliding again, dragging Wooyoung behind them like a bag in the wind. He glanced around wildly for a way of escape before Hongjoong joined them at his feet. Zooming back into the house, Hongjoong laughed at Wooyoung’s feeble escape attempts. Fear injected itself into him fully, creating a list of scenarios that were worse than anything he imagined previously. Hongjoong soon flew right over him, his body a dark cloud of flies, as he deeply inhaled Wooyoung’s scent. 

“Virgin blood,” he smiled drunkenly. “So sweet. So pure.” He took another hint, then said, “Too bad I won’t get a drop of it…” he then said, “But I am praised for my patience.” 

Wooyoung saw the hallways and stairwells of the castle fly by him until they went into complete darkness. The backs of his ankles and legs started scraping against hard, rough surfaces, and he cried out whenever his ankles knocked onto the floor too hard. Deprived of his main senses, Wooyoung’s body went limp and he surrendered to whatever plans the men had for him. He only hoped his family lived well for his sacrifice.

"Put him on the table," Hongjoong instructed his siblings. "I'll prepare everything else."

San and Seonghwa brought him onto a wooden slab in a dimly lit room. When he glanced around, Wooyoung realized they'd brought him into a room beneath the castle. Soft candlelight hanging above brought light against the black stone walls, illuminating the workbenches and tables of books, chemicals, petri dishes and various works in progress. A laboratory. They did not plan to feed off him. They planned to torture him. Somehow this sounded worse than merely being drained of blood. 

"What is going on?" He asked, panting and crying as San and Seonghwa strapped him to the wooden table. Tears burned his eyes, yet he was unable to wipe them away. He let out a choked sob, his heart racing in his chest. "Wait, no! Please! What are you doing? Stop! Pl-please!"

Hongjoong picked up a jar containing a strange mass inside of it; Wooyoung heard him muttering under his breath, and his fear worsened. He struggled against the straps holding him down, but they’d been put on tightly. Seonghwa meanwhile reached for a clear bottle at a table while San unsheathed a small knife from under his cloak. 

"What is happening?" Wooyoung sobbed though none of them answered him. "Why are you doing this to me?" He cried, "Please, I want to go home. I won't tell anyone anything. Please-"

"-Roll up your sleeve, San," Seonghwa told his brother, coming to him with a vial in hand. 

San did as requested. He shook back his sleeve to reveal his wrist, which he then slashed open with a flick of his knife. Wooyoung grimaced at the thick gash ripping through San’s skin, seeing the blood spill from his wrist to his palm and then into the small vial. Both men waited for enough blood to fill the vial before Seonghwa pulled away from him. This was not before Wooyoung saw the cut seal itself closed. 

"What are you going to do with that?" He asked, horrified when he saw Seonghwa attach a needle and tube to the end of the syringe. "That's blood! You're putting blood in me?"

"It's the only way you'll be one of us," said Seonghwa. "Hold still or this will hurt even more."

"Wha-"

Wooyoung flinched when San tore off his shirt sleeve and tied it tightly around his bicep. Seonghwa straightened out his arm to start flicking the space between forearm and upper arm. 

"Stop struggling," Seonghwa grunted, "I can't do it right if you're moving around."

He should've kissed his mother goodbye longer. He should've hugged his father tighter. Even if he did send Wooyoung to his death, he should've done it. He'd never have that chance again. Seonghwa managed to find the vein, and sunk the needle into it. Wooyoung winced at the pinching sensation in his arm. 

"He has strong veins, Hongjoong," Seonghwa said. "That is a good sign, no?"

"It is."

Wooyoung couldn't look. He didn't see Seonghwa inject San's blood into his arm, but he certainly felt it. A deep searing pain suddenly ran through his veins. It scorched every nerve, causing him to violently shake on the table as it burned him. His screams went unheard by the brothers, who continued their ‘experiment’. He barely felt it when San ripped open his shirt to reveal the thin torso underneath. The pain inside him numbed him to the knife sinking into his abdomen starting from beneath the chest to the naval. Wooyoung could smell the thick scent of blood filling his lungs; it spilled, fast and hot, from the gash in his stomach. He is sure to die now. He cried out for his mother, for his father, for Mother Miranda, their protector and savior.  

Hongjoong finally turned around, and in his blurry vision, Wooyoung saw him holding a glass jar. Wooyoung could not make out the inside, but he saw wriggling and heard ticking as it knocked into the glass. 

“Stay still,” Hongjoong said, unscrewing the lid. “Moving around too much will interrupt the process.”

Wooyoung’s jaw clenched so tight he couldn’t speak. Hongjoong took out the contents of the jar with a pair of forceps. The creature wriggled between the metal clamps, but Hongjoong had no trouble holding it steady. Wooyoung’s eyes widened when it came close enough for him to see it. Fleshy and pink, the creature made Seonghwa and San wrinkle their noses in disgust while Wooyoung screamed in terror. Hongjoong remained unfazed by it all. He placed the veiny beast up against the open wound in Wooyoung, and then sunk it deep inside. The thing whirled around inside Wooyoung’s body, its slimy membrane slicking the opening to go deeper. It took several seconds for him to realize the hard mass in his stomach was the creature. The burrowing sensation added a whole new addition of pain. His fists curled until his knuckles turned white; he thrashed around as much as his bonds let him as the parasite latched itself deep inside him. Soon, he felt his abdomen sickly churning which then began spreading to the rest of his body. His father’s face swam in front of him; the face of the man meant to protect and guide him. He sent him here. He sent his only son to his death. 

Wooyoung prayed it was worth it.

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Hongjoong stood beside the table where the young man’s body lay still. He watched the man’s body twitch and writhe in his bounds until he stopped all at once. His eyes scanned the body for signs of mutation or transformation; he looked for graying skin or black claws or bloodshot yellow eyes. He expected any moment for the subject to start thrashing, growling and foaming at the mouth as he turned into a Lycan, like so many other failures. Either that or die and never come back. When none of that happened, he gingerly touched the stomach wound. The Cadou parasite’s membrane held regeneration properties, he’d learned, so it often healed whatever wounds it created to enter the body. He felt around for the mass, feeling a hard ball deep underneath the muscle. Hongjoong knew the parasite will assimilate to the man’s DNA and alter his genetic makeup. He hoped injecting blood already infected with mold mutations will strengthen the host’s body and aid in the transformation. It had to work. This must work. 

“He’s not dead,” said San, his voice breaking the silence. “I can hear his heart beating.”

Hongjoong could hear it too. His mind may have gone blank, but that was the Cadou taking over. The last subject took three days to morph into a Lycan, which was then released into the wild by the brothers. 

“That’s good, right? It means he might survive,” San continued. 

“Only time shall tell us.” 

He turned back to his work table where he kept all his notes and books, and put down the jar. This was his last one. If this one did not work out, then he’d need to go back to the reservoir where Moreau kept his stash of parasites. He hoped he didn’t have to. Even if he can now adapt to the cold mountain climate, he still hated going to that eerie, stinking lake. But, if it helped his cause, he'd endure it a million times. 

He promised himself he’d build something marvelous, a creature of pure strength and agility that will make his mother proud. He looked at the books on his table. Hongjoong spent ages researching, collecting, and absorbing any word of information he could about the Cadou parasite and the mold. He’d observed Moreau’s experiments from afar, and read all of his mother’s and Mother Miranda’s notes as well as jotting down his own discoveries. One sheet in particular caught his eye and his heart dropped. 

The crest of House Dimitrescu was a large flower with four flowers at its corners, two swords crossing underneath it. A symbol of feminine strength and unity. His mother often told him she saw herself as the center with her blossoms at her sides. It’d always be her and her children. There’d once been four of them, but that changed so quickly. 

“I found his things,” Seonghwa’s voice cut through his thoughts. “He dropped it in the main hall. We might find something of use in here.”

“Like a name.” 

Lady Dimitrescu still wore Felix’s flower. A black rose she kept pinned to her chest with three others so she could keep them with her at all times. He remembered his youngest brother as he flipped through his journal for a blank page. 

Felix was the last of them to be born. Golden locks falling on the sides of his face, small brown freckles across his nose, cheeks, and ears added to his innocent charm. Hongjoong remembered how his mother fawned over his big wide eyes, and how he’d pout his full lips when he didn’t get his way. His mother adored them all, but Felix had been her baby. He’d also been the most reckless. Hongjoong should’ve kept him back when his younger brother chased The Huntsman. He should’ve told him to stay with Mother, and he and the others would handle them, but no. He should’ve listened to Seonghwa. He should’ve listened to Mother. 

With a gun blast to a window and a gust of cold air, Felix’s life ended in a flash. 

‘Day 0: 

Subject is a twenty-three year old male. A bit malnourished, but has a strong heartbeat and responded to the treatment favorably. I inserted the parasite spliced with infected blood, about half of a vial to avoid one overcoming the other. By touch alone, the Cadou appears to have latched itself to the subject’s stomach and began spreading instantaneously. I wish I could cut him open to see the extent, but that will ruin everything. I have high hopes for this one. He shows real promise.’ 

“His name is Wooyoung,” he heard Seonghwa say. “Somebody sewed it into his shirt collar.” 

‘Further testing needs to be conducted, but I might finally have the weapon I’ve been looking for.’ 

“He’s handsome,” said San. “Mother will love him, I’m sure of it.” 

“Mother cannot know,” Hongjoong said, writing down the last of his notes. 

“Why not?” he asked. 

He didn’t want to tell them, but his brothers knew him better than most. “Because she doesn’t know you’re still doing this,” Seonghwa suspected, “Does she?” Hongjoong heard the outrage build in his deep voice, “Have you been keeping these a secret from her?”

“She’ll try to stop me,” Hongjoong replied. “She’d been so brokenhearted when the first three failed,” he faltered at Seonghwa’s angry eyes, “I couldn’t tell her that I’d continued the experiments without her. She already believes it’s pointless.”

“Mother Miranda forbids us from creating any more vessels,” Seonghwa said. “She told Mother there will be serious consequences if we continue these experiments without her permission. You know how serious Miranda is about the parasites and the metamycete. San and I will already be in enough trouble for helping you, but imagine what she’ll do to the person who disobeyed her orders and stole valuable resources from her?” Hongjoong heard the frustration in his voice. Seonghwa, the eldest, never failed to call out the truth. “Hongjoong, this must cease. These experiments of yours must stop. This must be the last one.” 

Seonghwa always smelled faintly of roses. He wore the floral perfume their mother gave him, saying it overpowered the thick metallic blood on him. Hongjoong liked the combination. He inhaled the sweet blood and roses emanating from Seonghwa, mixed with the warmth coming off him. He knew San watched them, as he always did, but Hongjoong couldn’t help looking over his face. Seonghwa is, no doubt, the most handsome of them all. The romantic artist. The poetic dreamer. The beauty connoisseur. People were drawn to Seonghwa like moths to a flame, and Hongjoong was one of them. 

“But I am so close, Hwa,” he implored, gazing right into his lover’s eyes. “I can feel it. This one will be a success. I know it will.”

“That is what you said of the last one, and they died within a few hours,” he said. 

“Because they were weak,” Hongjoong retorted. “This one is strong. He’ll survive.” 

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa said gently, “Please, promise us this will be the last one.” 

“We need to keep going,” he replied through gritted teeth. “We need to keep trying until we get the right one.”

“Promise us, Hongjoong,” San spoke up this time. “Mother is still grieving over Felix. If she hears that you’ve been doing this, she might think you’re trying to replace him and become even more upset. Promise you’ll stop.”

“Mother will see I am right when he is ready,” Hongjoong said. “Once she sees how strong, durable, and agile my creation is, she will forget all of that. She wants to kill The Huntsman more than any of the others. She wishes to seek revenge on them, and when she sees that my creation can do what we cannot, she’ll understand. When my creation is fully grown, Mother and Mother Miranda will see the benefits of having such a creature.”

“She said she did not want us going anywhere near The Huntsman,” said San. “She doesn’t want to lose us too.”

“We won’t be going near them. He will,” he nodded to the body on the table. “The Huntsman is not the average villager. There is something different about them. I can tell.” He hesitated, “You two weren’t there. You weren’t there when Felix died.” 

His throat dried up suddenly, and he looked away from them. He’d heard Felix’s cries from the lower kitchens during his search for an intruder. They’d been low, deep grunts as he fought off against a strange figure in a hooded trench coat. Hongjoong recalled standing at the end of the hall leading towards the kitchen, and hearing Felix fight for his life. He’d insisted on joining them in hunting down the person who’d broken into their castle. Hongjoong assured their mother he was old enough, and that he could handle himself. He’d been wrong. He’d flown right to the doorway, intent on handling the Huntsman himself, when the Huntsman shot at the window by the door. Icy cold air streamed into the room, creating a barrier between Hongjoong and the two. His hand instinctively flexed when he thought of the burning, paralyzing ice on his hand. He tried pushing through several times, Felix’s grunts pushing him forward, before it happened. 

The Huntsman grabbed Felix by the collar and threw him into one of the windows. The direct contact caused Felix’s body to stiffen, and Hongjoong watched as his youngest brother succumbed to their one weakness. He chased the Huntsman throughout the castle, grief boiling his blood and fueling his rage, before the Huntsman made it outside and over the garden wall. All that was left of Felix was his torso and crumbled crystals on the floor. Hongjoong remembered kneeling beside him, sobbing and cradling the crystalline body full of regret and self-loathing. The grief worsened when his mother found them. Her cries still echo in his head late at night. 

“They got lucky,” Seonghwa told him. “There is nothing special about them.”

“Then how come we cannot find them, hm?” he snapped, his own guilt starting to fill his chest once more. “Why can’t Heisenberg’s body find them? Yunho and Mingi have a better sense of smell than any one-oh, do not make that face. You know it’s true,” he told San, who’d scoffed. “And Jongho can turn into a damned bird. He would’ve at least spotted a cottage or a hideout, but he hasn’t. I am telling you. That bastard, whoever they are, is not normal. We need someone who can rid us of them for good, and he is it.” 

“Darling,” Seonghwa came to him, cupping his cheek, “What happened to Felix isn’t your fault.”

Yes, it was, but he’d never say so out loud. 

“You’ve already done enough to prepare us for another attack,” he said. “You made us immune to the cold. If they were to come now, no amount of wind or ice could stop us. We do not need any experiment you create.” He pushed brown strands from Hongjoong’s face, “You don’t have to keep doing this. You could possibly end up dead too, if the wrong person found out about this.” 

Seonghwa spoke truthfully, and Hongjoong knew this. He will surely face Miranda’s wrath if she learned what he was up to; his mother might face consequences for her son’s actions. But, they’d understand in time the benefits of his plan. His mother did not always approve of his experiments. He hadn't forgotten his mother’s shock when she found him standing stark naked in their courtyard, letting the cold air touch his skin. Shortly after Felix’s passing, Hongjoong decided he wouldn’t lose another brother ever again. So, he went to work creating a genome that would give them the ability to adapt to freezing temperatures. He tested this mainly on himself: injecting the serum into his arm, then sticking his hand out the window. Starting with a hand, it soon became his whole arm, then his shoulder, then his chest, until finally he could stand in the cold unharmed. His insect form took time to adapt to the change, but soon enough he was able to move as swiftly outside as he could inside. He passed it to both Seonghwa and San, making all three men tolerant of the climate. 

When they saw The Huntsman again, no amount of icy wind could destroy them. 

"If this one fails-" he began to say, but Hongjoong cut him off. 

"-It won't fail," he snapped. 

"If it does," he continued, "This will be the last one."

"What?"

"I won't participate in something that would hurt our mother," Seonghwa said firmly. "She grieves enough for Felix. Giving her false hope of another son is cruel even for you, Hongjoong."

"She's in enough pain," San added. "Even if she doesn't say it. She still has his corpse in her bed chambers. She won't put it in the crypt."

Hongjoong knew this well. He often came across Felix's crystalized torso standing in a glass display in his mother's bedroom. She’d look at it whenever she was alone and weep. It was another reminder of his failure and her loss. He promised himself he wouldn't let Felix die in vain. He created the serum so she may never lose another son to weaknesses. He would give her another one to replace the boy she lost, and this time make him bigger and stronger. 

"Fine," he stated, "If that's how you feel, you're free to not participate anymore. But, I am going to keep trying. The Huntsman needs to be stopped. If you two may not take this threat seriously, but I do. I won’t sit by and let them continue insulting our house. I won’t let them stomp out our bloodline so easily. They will pay for what they have done to us, to our mother, to Felix-” he stopped short, swallowing down the lump filling his throat and taking a breath. 

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa said, “Felix wouldn’t want you to do something that may get you killed-”

“-Well, Felix isn’t here,” he growled. “He’s dead! He’s dead because I wasn’t strong enough to save him! I promised Mother I’d protect him, and I didn’t!” 

“Hongjoong-”

"-Boys!" A female voice spoke from somewhere above. Their mother may be several feet above the dungeons, but they heard her faintly. "Boys, where are you?"

"Don't you two dare tell her," Hongjoong warned them. 

"We won't," Seonghwa said, "It is better she never learns of this."

"Hongjoong? Seonghwa? Sannie!" He heard their mother call to them again, “Boys?” 

"If this one should fail, she will never know."

"It will not fail."

"Come, let's away," San said between them. "Mother is calling."

The three young men swirled into swarms of insects, and flew from their laboratory into the main hall. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu stood in the middle of the hall in front of the fire, her white gown illuminated by the flames. She sucked on the end of a cigarette holder coolly, letting the thick stream into the air as she contemplated quietly. Standing ten feet tall, her black hair in curls under a wide-brimmed hat, their mother was a woman of elegance and sophistication. Yet, even with this, she still exudes power, and demands the respect of her aristocratic birth. A smile graced her face when they appeared in front of her, immediately turning to them. However, the smile faded when she looked at them closely.

"You've been arguing," she stated, glancing between the three of them.

"Hongjoong tried taking one of the corpses in the dungeons to his lab," Seonghwa said. His creative mind made him a clever liar. "I told him to leave them be since they have no use beyond their blood, but he disagreed."

"I wanted to study them," Hongjoong added. "I wanted to see what made them turn into those undead things."

"It's obviously the blood disease, you fool," Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

"I also wanted to see if I could somehow isolate that disease and use it for-"

"-To get a bigger head to fit your ego?-"

"-If anyone has an 'ego' around here, it's you-"

"-That's enough!" Their mother cut in, looking between the two of them. "I told you to leave those creatures alone, Joongie," she said, walking past them to a chair by the fire. “They are far past any real use to anyone.” 

“I was only curious, Mother,” he replied. His eyes met Seonghwa’s, and the elder stuck out his tongue. 

Hongjoong couldn’t help pecking his cheek. Even if they disagreed, he would never stop loving Seonghwa. 

"How was your meeting, Mother?" San asked, gliding to her side and sitting on the floor, his head on her knee. He closed his eyes as her fingers combed through his dark hair. 

"Heisenberg didn't give you trouble, did he?" Asked Seonghwa, grabbing a wine pitcher from nearby to pour glasses for them all. Sangrias Virginis. Maiden's Blood. House Dimitrescu were famous for their winemaking, having a special bottle with a secret ingredient. 

Virgin blood. 

"Nothing outside the usual," she said. "Mother Miranda wished to discuss the baby again. She senses the child is close, and will soon be in our grasp."

"She already has you and the other lords. I don’t understand why she needs a baby," San said, taking his own glass from Seonghwa’s tray. "Could she not simply take a regular baby and use that? Why this specific one? "

"She believes this child has qualities that will make the experiment favorable" she replied. She took a long drink from his glass, then said, "Nothing can really replace a lost child. You cannot remake them a second time." The three men exchanged nervous glances and drank from their cups. She gave a soft sigh, "I made a decision, my sons."

"Yes?"

"I've decided," she paused, "I've decided it is time to put Felix to rest."

"In the family crypt, you mean."

"No, not in the crypt. He never liked it down there. I thought perhaps in the music room. You know how much he loved music." Hongjoong saw the sadness in his mother's eyes. "He deserves that.”

“What he deserves is vengeance,” Hongjoong said over his cup. He swished the crimson liquid around in the silver wine glass, contemplating his subject downstairs. “He deserves to be avenged.”

“We have already discussed this, Hongjoong,” Alcina said firmly. “You are not to seek out The Huntsman. You boys leave that filthy meatsack to me.” She then continued, “I think he’d look lovely in the nook in the corner.”

“I can paint a portrait of him for you, Mother,” said Seonghwa. “We can hang it next to him.”

“That’d be beautiful,” she agreed. 

Hongjoong did not want to think of what that looked like. He imagined Felix's corpse being put on display in their music room, a grand space across from Seonghwa’s atelier, where the grand piano sat by a fireplace. The family sometimes gathered there after dinner, where Felix played his compositions on the piano or the violin. Hongjoong did not want to think of his body sitting in its glass case, no longer able to play his beloved instruments for their entertainment anymore. It wouldn’t be a music room. It’d be a burial site. They'd carry him there, say kind words and put him in a corner. Hongjoong drowned the vision with more wine, the blood thick on his tongue. He thought about the corpse on his lab table. 

Wooyoung will not be another failure. He'd make sure of it. 

***

A/N: awww, Joongie just wants to avenge Felix and everyone's mad about it :( anyways, please reblog, like, and feel free to shoot me a comment or something if you're up for it. I really love both resident evil and ateez so naturally they got put together lol

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pda >-<

pairing: wooyoung x kisses

genre: fluff

wc: 67

let's be honest, he love talking but esp to you, telling you stupid things he did as a kid, asking if he can put the fan/AC on when it's like 50c out, acts like he just saved your life after making you a sandwich, "you'd be dead without me fr" (as if hed know what he'd do without you) , always being pain meds just incase, and fucking LOVES PDA, like he's like a fucking virus in a computer, esp when he has lipstick or gloss on, you're basically that red ass angry bird when you can finally get him off you, youre always on his mind, you and your cute little cheeks, he loves you paint in kisses

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wooyoungie cutie

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Find Your Way Home (Ch 𝟷/𝟹)

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary:

Wooyoung is a culinary student and he and two of his best friends have been brought along to Namhae to learn and study the farmers out in the countryside and disconnect a bit. Reluctant at first, he just wishes he could've been back in the city and close to his long-time crush Yeosang. Things change when he lays his eyes on the dimpled country boy staying with them that show them around and teach them more about Namhae's way of life, all with a spine-tingling Satoori.

Maybe things aren't so bad out here in the sticks, after all.

𓆩⟡𓆪Pairing: WooSan + Endgame WooSanSang

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Non-Idolverse, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fish Out Of Water Tropes, Au, Mutual Pining, Country Boy San, Culinary Student Wooyoung, Poly Endgame (I promise ik Yeo literally isn't in this first part just trust me)

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Mentions of not-so-subtle Homophobia, Isolation, Prejudice, Anxiety, Swearing

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: Sexual Exploration, Muscle Kink, Frottage, Groping, Body Worship, Dirty Talk, Dry Humping, Teasing, Praise,

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 12.7k+ (LMAO)

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Trees roll by, one after the other, some with blossoms sprouting from them, some with cherub birds sitting upon the branches, singing a beautiful melody that carried with the wind. The road is bumpy and nearly non-existent, and the chatter in the car is interrupted every now and again by the sound of chuckles and the occasional startled; ‘oof!’ that comes from someone mid-sentence. 

Wooyoung fucking hates it. 

“Fix your face, I promise a little fresh air isn’t gonna kill you.” Wooyoung looked up front, glaring at Kibum through the rearview mirror. 

“When you said we’d be learning on location for the majority of the summer I expected…more.” He grumbled. Kibum narrowed his gaze right back at him, unimpressed. 

“After several hours of you bitching, I was hoping you’d get tired. You could have, at any time, decided to not come.” He reminded him, turning the steering wheel. Changbin hummed from his spot in the front seat and Yeonjun, who sat in the back with Wooyoung, looked equally displeased, though he’d been primarily on his phone and had been keeping quiet for most of the drive. 

“And miss out on 80% of our summer course? Plus I couldn’t even opt in for the digital video courses because the internet connection in this place is ass .” 

Key turned into a driveway and parked, turning around to look at Wooyoung as if he was his own misbehaved son. 

“Right, so you wanted to come. Shut up, quit ya bitching, and take a walk on the beach or something later. Maybe you’ll pull that broomstick out of your ass. I’m your teacher and the three of you are my best students, but so far the only one who hasn’t made me want to throw him out of this vehicle while it's moving is Changbin. Take some time and disconnect for fuck’s sake.” He leveled him with a stare, and while displeased, Wooyoung didn’t say another word, simply crossing his arms in annoyance. Yeonjun’s brows furrowed as he failed to load something for the tenth time and put his phone away, muttering an annoyed curse under his breath.

“City boys, I swear.” Kibum grumbled, stepping out of the car and sliding a pair of sunglasses on his face. 

He’d pulled up to what looked to be a multifamily home, and if they weren’t so annoyed, Wooyoung and Yeonjun might have been impressed by the size of the home. 

“Tag! You’re it!” 

Four heads turn to the left as a little girl came bounding around the corner, her pigtails bouncing as she ran full speed down the street. She giggled and squealed until she ran into Kibum, bouncing off of the man and nearly falling, had he not reached out to grab her hand. Her lip wobbled for a moment before she looked up, staring at him. 

“Oh!” 

He smiled, kneeling in an instant. 

“Goodness, you’ve gotten big, Gahyeon. Are you okay?” 

“UNCLE KEY!” She latched onto him in an instant, her arms and legs wrapping around his torso like a koala. The three men behind him blinked in surprise before they looked up, hearing laughter come from upfront. 

“Baby girl, what did mommy tell you about running out like that? It can be dangerous if there are cars or bikes.” A short woman stood before them, her eyes catlike and intimidating as she sized up the three men. They all bowed without hesitation, and she smiled. 

“My name is Chaerin. This is my home. You three boys will be staying here with me and my family this summer. To whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?” She inquired. 

“My name is Changbin, Noona.” 

“Yeonjun, it's nice to meet you.” 

“Wooyoung, thank you for sharing your home with us.”

Chaerin smiled in approval, looking at Kibum as he stood to his full height. 

“Let’s go inside, gentlemen. I’ll introduce you to my family and who you’ll be staying with up on the top floor.” 

The men filtered into the home, toeing their shoes off at the door and standing back as two little boys also rushed by, looking no older than four or five. They spotted the strangers and ducked behind Chaerin’s legs, peeking out after she laughed and placed her hands upon both of their heads. 

“Eomma, who are they?” they whispered. Chaerin smiled and ruffled their hair. 

“Your new hyungs.” 

Their eyes lit up, and in an instant, Wooyoung felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around his leg. He looked down, unsure of what to do as a wide-eyed boy looked at him, already missing one of his front teeth as he smiled up at him. 

“My name is Eric! You’re my Hyung? Are you going to stay? You can share my bed! It’s a racecar bed! Hyung do you like cars? Blue is my favorite color! I hear you're from the city! Do they have a lot of blue cars in the city?” Eric spoke a mile a minute and Wooyoung looked up in mild distress at Chaerin. She laughed and offered no kind of help, amused at the situation, while her other son, a small boy in a bear onesie, didn’t move from his spot, staring at them with a guarded look. 

“Jongho? My baby, won’t you say hi?” 

Jongho shook his head and hid behind her leg. 

“Not until Sannie comes home. I don’t know them, Eomma.” 

Chaerin smiled and picked him up, sending a courteous smile to them. 

“Don’t mind my baby here. He’s a bit more guarded. His favorite boy in the whole world is out working today so he’s in a cranky mood.” She informed them. 

“Who is San? Is he another one of your sons?” Changbin inquired, picking up Eric and laughing at his chatter before they followed Chaerin deeper into the house. She shook her head, setting Gahyeon on the counter before turning to them. 

“Yes and no, he’s a boy Jiyong and I took in. He’s a sweetheart, I’m sure you all will love him. He’s about the same age as you all.” She leaned against the counter, taking in the men across from her once more. 

“Namhae is a lot different from where some of you are from, I’m sure. I’m from Gangnam-Gu. So I know full well that this may be an out-of-sorts experience for you all, but I ask that you approach this little town with an open mind and a sense of exploration.” She sent them a smile, watching the three youngest and the way their eyes widened. 

“ You’re from Gangnam-Gu?!” Wooyoung gasped in surprise. Chaerin nodded, crossing her ankles. 

“My husband and I are fashion designers. We live in Gangnam for most of the year, but spend the summer months here in Namhae. San lives here full-time and takes care of the house while we’re gone, he's a good boy. Be nice to him, you hear?” She pointed a painted nail at all of them, smiling when all of them nodded without hesitation. 

“Miss Sannie…” Jongho quietly muttered from beside her, pointing at the stairs. Kibum smiled. 

“Are you gonna show us upstairs, Jongho?” 

He nodded and walked towards the stairs, occasionally looking behind him to make sure they were following. One by one, he toddled up the stairs before looking back. When he noticed them following, he sped up, guiding them to the upper floor. 

It was cleaned, not a speck of dust to be found, but one could tell that it definitely was lived in. Well-kept plants sat in the windowsill, with some of them beginning to flower. There were bowls lined up on the counter, seemingly in preparation for a meal for later. Three sleeping bags sat rolled up on the couch, with little cards attached to each of them. 

Jongho waddled all the way to the bags, grabbing the cards before he made his way back, looking up at the culinary boys. 

“One for Changbin-hyung….Yeonjun-hyung…Wooyoung-hyung.” His pronunciation had been a bit off as he handed it correctly to each man, and Wooyoung felt a bit of his annoyance melt away. Jongho truly was a cute kid. 

Turning his attention back to the letter in his hand, he noticed it had been lightly scented, and brought it to his nose without a second thought. When he did, he was pleasantly surprised to find it had been misted with a cologne that had some amber and vanilla notes to it. 

His favorite. 

Opening the letter, he scanned over it with a curious tilt of his head. 

“Hello and welcome to Namhae! I’m sorry I can’t be here as soon as you come in to greet you, and I probably won’t be back until close to sundown. I believe this is your first time visiting this little village and I’ll be happy to show you around and help you get accustomed to a slower-paced way of living! I’ll cook dinner tonight so you all can rest, and we can start exploring the village and the forest just outside then, too. If there’s anything I can help you with, let me know and I’ll happily do my best! 

These sleeping bags are for camping nights, by the way. There are two rooms that have beds big enough to share. Kibum-hyung said Changbin and Yeonjun can take one and Wooyoung and I can take the other.  

Let’s make this summer one to remember! 

-San” 

Wooyoung looked at the small mountain beside his name and smiled. 

At least everyone so far seemed nice. 

Jongho, satisfied with the small smiles on the men’s faces, nodded and turned to waddle away, carefully taking the stairs one step at a time. 

“Alright boys, that’s enough daydreaming, come help me unload the car.” Kibum’s voice called from downstairs, snapping them out of their collective bubble of thought. Changbin looked at his other two friends and jabbed his thumb toward the stairs. 

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad.” He gave them an optimistic smile. Yeonjun checked his phone, sighing. 

“It probably won’t be but I wish the connection were better. Soobin-”

“Soobin will be just fine without you blowing his damn phone up every two seconds. You can still send him messages, it just looks like it’ll take longer for it to get through.” Changbin lightly nudged hum, hardly flinching at the swat Yeonjun landed on his arms, both of them bickering as they headed down the stairs. 

Wooyoung tucked his note in his pocket and followed. If he were being honest, Yeosang would’ve probably loved this place, even if it did limit his connection with the outside world. 

-Later-

Wooyoung had been drifting slightly on the couch, curled up beside Changbin when the door suddenly opened. There was a grunt from someone, and the undeniable scent of garlic instantly drifted into his nose. 

“I’m home!” 

“OPPA!/HYUNG!” 

Wooyoung startled into a sitting position as a chorus of screams rang out. He watched Gahyeon, Eric, and Jongho go sliding across the floor, jumping up and latching themselves onto the person who’d just come in. 

Instantly, Wooyoung felt like he’d been grabbed by the throat. 

Standing in the doorway, was a man standing about the same height as he did, his dimples deep and prominent as he smiled, spinning the three children around as they clung to him. His hat had fallen off in the process, revealing inky black hair that clung to his forehead from the presumed sweat of the summer heat outside. Wooyoung could hardly see his eyes as he smiled, laughing as the three children began to excitedly chatter about the day without pause.

“Yah, let the poor man come inside and get comfy first!” Chaerin scolded, sticking her head out of the master bedroom. San’s laughter died down after another minute or two of cuddling, and it was then that he met Wooyoung’s gaze. 

Wooyoung awkwardly moved his hand, sending him a quite pathetic wave. 

“Hi.” 

The man’s face lit up and he crossed the room in an instant, bowing without dropping any of the kids. 

“Oh! You’re here safely! I’m glad!” He beamed. Wooyoung had been a bit taken aback by his energy, but nodded. 

"I'm guessing you're San?"

"The one and only~ I'll be your local guide 'round here. I'll take care of you all, don't worry." He beamed, hands on his hips. Changbin sent him a smile. 

"Thanks. Your letter said you'd make dinner. Did you want any help?" He inquired. San shook his head, lightly setting the trio of toddlers down. 

"No, no. First meal's always on me when it comes to friends and family. Do any of you have any allergies?" He looked at them with an almost doe like expression, and Wooyoung had no choice but to tease him. 

"Garlic." He responded, keeping his voice neutral. Namhae had been known for its production of garlic, amongst other things. San's eyes widened immediately, lips parting as a horrified noise left his lips. 

"Oh no , wait hold on I have to look into a different meal I'm so sorry , oh god I almost killed him-"

Wooyoung covered his mouth, laughing behind his hand as he watched San fret. Kibum looked up from the book he had been reading across the room, glaring at him. He sent Wooyoung a look akin to a mother about to hurl her shoe, and Wooyoung tried to stifle his laughs. 

“I’m kidding. I just wanted to tease you a bit. I don’t have any allergies.” 

San blinked owlishly, looking moments away from having a crisis, before his brows furrowed. 

“Oh!...Oh.” He crossed his arms, pouting as he looked at him. 

“Oh, haha. I’ll start cooking, I’ll call you all when it’s ready.” He set all three of Chaerin’s children down, kissing their heads before making his way to the upper floor. Wooyoung watched him go, noticing the lines of his muscles after he pulled off his jean jacket. 

Changbin gently nudged him, sending him a knowing look. 

“You’re so obvious about it.” He teased. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and leaned against him, playing an offline game on his phone. 

“If I’m gonna be stuck in the country, I might as well enjoy the view.” He muttered. Changbin chuckled and went back to idly drawing. 

The sound of simmering meat soon drew Wooyoung’s attention, alongside the scent of garlic and onions. 

Yeonjun lifted his head, sniffing a few times. 

“Hm…Bulgogi. And-” He sniffed once more. “Some kind of fried chicken and…soup? I smell broth.” 

Chaerin looked at him in interest before tilting her head. 

“You got all of that from a few sniffs?” She inquired. He smiled proudly and Kibum made a motion with his hand. 

“These three are my top students. Yeonjun has a very sensitive nose, Changbin can tell each and every ingredient you use in any dish, and Wooyoung has quite a photographic memory, you show him once how to cook a meal and he’ll never forget.” 

All three of Kibum’s proteges smiled and Chaerin put her hands on her hips, holding out a glass to them. 

“Alright then. Tell me what’s here.” 

Changbin took a sip and smacked his lips together. Yeonjun sniffed once and sat back with a smile on his face, crossing his arms. Changbin nodded and smiled, handing the drink off to Wooyoung for him to enjoy the rest of it.

“Oh, that’s good.” 

“Tell me what you picked up on, then.” She smiled, gesturing. Changbin wrote them down on a piece of paper she slid over to him from the counter and then passed it over to her, motioning for Yeonjun to tell her verbally. Wooyoung watched them, sipping the drink with a small smile on his face. He’d never had something like this before. 

“Rice, surprisingly, water, almonds, cinnamon, almond milk, evaporated milk, vanilla, aaaand agave. Right?” he inquired. Her lips quirked, sending him a thumbs up, showing them the paper and the identical list Changbin had written out for her. 

“That’s impressive, boys. It's called Horchata. I had a friend of mine overseas teach me to make it a few years back and now it's a personal favorite of mine and my husband’s.” She noticed the glass that had been passed to Wooyoung had been nearly completely downed, a small cream colored moustache left at the top of his lip

“-and apparently a favorite of Wooyoung’s too.” She smiled. 

Footsteps drew their attention to the stairs and San poked his head down, a towel around his shoulders as he smiled at them. 

“Dinner is almost ready.” 

One by one, they all filed upstairs, sitting around the table. San served each of them, with garlic fried chicken, bulgogi, a side of rice, and miso soup. 

“I know it’s probably nothing compared to city-style food, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It's what my Grandma and Grandpa used to make whenever we had guests over.” San set out glasses in front of everyone, letting them have their choice of what to drink while he moved to help the little ones settle into their chairs. 

Wooyoung took a bite and immediately felt warmth bloom inside of him. The meat was of good quality and had been marinated perfectly. It hadn’t been the most exquisite taste he’d had in the world, but something about it made him feel like he had been welcomed home after a long journey. 

“What brings you all here, anyway?” San inquired, breaking apart pieces of the unspicy chicken he’d made to the side so Jongho could eat. Kibum pointed his chopsticks at his three students. 

“These three want to join my restaurant team, and they certainly have the potential, but I want them to take the time to understand different types of cuisine, and sometimes that includes the difference in culture and region. There’s a certain soul people put into their food that’s different from person to person.” He explained. Yeonjun didn’t say a word, cheeks bulged with food. Changbin simply nodded while Wooyoung’s head had been lost in the clouds. 

San glanced across the table at the men before he nodded, listening to the light conversation at the table and adding his two cents here and there. 

The rest of the dinner had been light-hearted and casual, with San helping carry the tired toddler trio downstairs before returning upstairs. 

“If it helps, there’s some better connection in the southern part of the house. Not the strongest, but it’s something.” He offered, finding Yeonjun checking his phone once more. He perked in response to this, not-so-subtly excusing himself and jogging downstairs. Changbin yawned and retired for the night 

Wooyoung sat by the window, staring out at the village. Most of the businesses had closed already for the day, and there wasn’t the familiar sense of business that he was used to. Instead, the night was still, with the crickets and owls replacing the birds from earlier with their own nocturnal songs. 

“I hope I can help you enjoy this a bit more.” 

Wooyoung looked over his shoulder, blinking in confusion as San sat beside him, one knee pulled up to his chest. He stared up at the moon through the window, humming for a moment as he looked for the words. 

“I’ve only met Kibum-hyung once last year. His proteges ended up leaving before the end of a full week. I don’t know what happened to them after that, or if they even stayed with his culinary program, but Namhae is a lot more special than it seems at first.” San spoke quietly, as if to not disturb Changbin as he rested just a few feet from them. Wooyoung sighed and rolled his tongue along his cheek. 

“I’m sure I’ll get over it. It’s just a bummer. Yeosang and I had plans this summer and instead, I have to be here.” the words sounded a bit more aggressive than he had meant it in his head and San pressed his lips into a line before the mildly offended look was gone a moment later. 

“Yeosang, you mentioned him earlier too when you were eating. Is he your friend?” He inquired, trying to steer the conversation a bit away from Wooyoung’s offending tone a second ago. Wooyoung realized how he’d come off and shook his head. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean it like that, what I mean is-ugh sorry. That’s really such a dick way of putting things.” He apologized and San smiled softly, lightly patting his knee. 

“Thank you. Continue.” 

Wooyoung looked down at his hand before he went back to answer the question. 

“Yeosang is my best friend. He loves things like this, I’m sure he would have been perfect for this kind of trip, but he has studies to do so he couldn’t take any time off this summer to come with.” Wooyoung sighed and San hummed, tilting his head ever so slightly. 

“I take it you two have been friends for a long time?” 

“Since childhood. I met Changbin and Yeonjun in high school and the four of us have been nearly inseparable. This is the first time since who knows how long we've been apart.” He mumbled. San nodded, gently squeezing his knee. 

“How bout I be your friend? You gotta see my pretty face every day for the next three months, anyway.” He winked. Wooyoung looked back at him and sent him a smirk. 

“Since you’re offering, I think that sounds lovely.” He shot back. San chuckled and removed his hand from his knee, standing to stretch. A sliver of his stomach drew Wooyoung’s attention as his t-shirt rose with the motion, with a definable dip in his hips and a neatly trimmed trail leading down from his navel and disappearing into the waistband of his pants. 

The moment he dropped his arms, Wooyoung looked up as if he hadn’t been ogling. 

“I’m gonna take a bath and head to bed. Will you follow me for a sec? I just wanna make sure you have the right room.” he beckoned Wooyoung to follow him before making his way out of the room, yawning audibly. 

The room was cozy, with some more plants sitting upon a desk along with some messily arranged stationary that matched the letters the three of them received. A smile came to his face, and he found it cute how much San had seemingly fretted about their arrival. His wastebasket was half full of crumpled paper, the remnants of rejected letters, and as San cleared his throat, clearly flustered, Wooyoung sent him a smug smile. 

“You really were excited to have us come, it seems.” He teased. San rubbed the back of his neck, not denying it as a blush crept up to his cheeks. 

“I don’t have any friends my age, so it's nice to have these summers where new folks may come by. Plus, just like I can teach you all about this village and our way of life, I’d like to learn more about city life, too. I’ve never been outside of Namhae.” 

Wooyoung’s smile fell, picking up on the lonely tone in his voice and the way he refused to meet his eyes. He opened his mouth, but nothing would come out, and an awkward pause stretched between the two of them. 

“Erm. I’m gonna go take that shower now. I’ll try to come back quietly just in case you’re asleep before I get out.” San bowed and made his way out hastily, leaving Wooyoung stunned by the revelation. 

Wooyoung shook himself out of it a moment later, shuffling over to his bag to get something comfortable to wear to bed. It was large, though with two of them, they probably would be a bit snug. He hummed quietly and shrugged, climbing into bed and resting on top of the sheets. Once he did, he felt himself drifting, nuzzling the pillow. 

He was already long asleep by the time San returned. The slightly older man looked at him, gently draping a light blanket over his shoulders before he carefully made his way into the bed, tucking himself under the covers and curling up ever so slightly, smiling to himself.  

-6 am-

“Okay, time to wake up.” 

Wooyoung cracked his eyes open, a disgruntled noise leaving his lips as he looked up. 

“Wha-”

“It's time to get up and at em, we’re actually late.” 

Wooyoung squinted at his phone screen and sent San a dirty look. 

“Are you out of your mind-” 

“Nope~ Cmon, we gotta go!” San smiled from ear to ear, already dressed and heading outside to wake Changbin and Yeonjun. 

Roughly twenty minutes later, all three of the city boys were trudging downstairs, where Kibum had already been waiting, offering them cups of convenience store coffee. He had a knowing smile on his face as he looked at them. 

“Oh don’t worry, boys. Once you get the hang of it, your body will wake you up naturally.” 

Even Changbin sent him a dirty look as they took the coffee, following San outside to his car. It looked to be older than all of them if Wooyoung was being honest. San hopped up into the car, smiling from ear to ear as it started up. 

"I do a lot of work on ol' Atiny here. Don't worry your heads one bit. She'll get us there no problem." San winked. Wooyoung really did find himself liking the man's Satoori more than he should, climbing in the car without any further complaint. 

The drive to the garlic farm was a rather long one. San didn't put on the radio, keeping his voice down as he spoke quietly to Kibum up front, as if giving the city boys in the back the opportunity to fall asleep for the ride. 

Wooyoung appreciated the gesture, but he kept himself awake, listening quietly. 

"Have you been taking care of yourself?"

San smiled softly, looking forward. 

"I certainly have been trying. I just do what I can."

Kibum hummed, settled back in his chair. 

"You could always move to the city. Spend some time with some like-minded folks."

San drummed his fingers along the wheel. He didn't say a word for a while. 

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it after the festival incident. The years after that haven't been kind to me, honestly."

Wooyoung perked slightly at that, feigning disinterest as he listened quietly. San had such a sorrowful tone in his voice as he mentioned whatever this 'incident' was. 

Kibum shook his head and opened his mouth to say something before he thought better of it and simply closed his mouth and let out a small huff. 

"If you ever change your mind, you have my number. That or let Jiyong and Chaerin know and I'm positive you'll be able to get on your feet in the city."

San hummed a tune Wooyoung had never heard before, pulling up a winding dirt road toward a farm. 

"We'll see. I appreciate it, regardless." He parked the car and turned the engine off, sending Key a dazzling dimpled smile before turning to the back. 

"Alright, gentlemen! Time to get up and at em!" He rose his voice, startling the trio to attention. He smiled sweetly and pointed out to the fields. 

"First, is our lesson in farming. Today, we pick garlic bulbs to get them prepped for sale later down the line." 

The men piled out of the car, looking out into the field and finding some middle-aged and even senior-aged farmers already out and about, their baskets already a quarter of the way filled. San smiled and pointed to his left. 

“This way.” he guided them, smiling sweetly and waving and nodding in acknowledgment at some of the farmers that caught their eye. Wooyoung couldn’t help but notice some of them seemed…less than enthused to wave back, and some ignored him outright, watching the group pass with a small shake to their head once they believed they weren’t being watched by the group of young men. 

Wooyoung felt his lips purse in displeasure, looking at the back of San’s head. If he noticed, he didn’t seem phased in the slightest, handing each of them a small, hand-held rake-like tool. 

"You're lookin' for the ones that have some browning in the lower leaves. These garden forks can loosen up the soil around them so you can get the bulbs out. Once you do, set it in your baskets." San instructed, moving aside and kneeling. 

Wooyoung watched as Kibum got right to it, with Changbin and Yeonjun exchanging a look and pairing off to begin their harvesting. Wooyoung lingered for a moment before he stepped a bit closer to San, kneeling and glancing at him. 

San was much faster than anyone he'd ever seen before, and Wooyoung’s brow furrowed in no time. San noticed his lack of movement and glanced at him before sending him a charming smile, his eyes crinkling and his dimples deep as he slowly raked his fork over the soil, carefully softening it. He checked the stem, running his thumbs over the bottom leaves. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes, noticing the browning at the base. He burrowed his fingers into the softened soil, digging in slightly before he gently worked the bulb out, no longer trying to be subtle in his silent instruction. 

“Like this.” He smiled, chuckling at the way Wooyoung’s cheeks darkened ever so slightly in embarrassment. Wooyoung coughed ever so slightly and shied, looking down at the plants in front of him. He panicked, grabbing the first one and pulling, completely forgetting some of the steps. San opened his mouth to correct him gently, letting out a small ‘oop-��� when he watched Wooyoung rip the stalk clean apart from the rest of the bulb. 

He stared at the greenery in his hand before looking at the ground, an offended expression crossing his face. San snorted, a full-blown laugh leaving his lips as Wooyoung turned his gaze over to him. 

“You- are you laughing at me?” he inquired, letting out a scandalized gasp. San bit his lip, eyes drifting away from Wooyoung’s betrayed expression as his shoulders bobbed. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was just very cute.” he reached down, softening the soil and gently digging the bulb from the ground. 

“What you want to do is gently work it out of the soil by the bulb, not the stem. When we clean off the bulbs later, we actually secure the stems together in bundles and then let them dry, so we want to try to leave the bulbs and stems as intact as we can.” San scooted closer, his knee brushing against Wooyoung’s as he used the garlic stem beside the one Wooyoung had failed to harvest properly. Wooyoung watched him closely, copying him step by step and triumphantly wiggling his own garlic bulb free. 

“I did it!” He grinned. San smiled and nodded. 

“You did it. I’ll be right here to help you out if you need it. Please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m right beside you.” San encouraged him with a gentle tone of voice that made Wooyoung’s heart stutter. He smiled in thanks and got back to work. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he groaned, sweat rolling down his brow. San had stepped aside to check on Yeonjun and Changbin, laughing at something Wooyoung’s ears couldn’t pick up on. The cicadas chirped loudly, the sound echoing through the fields as San turned his head, catching Wooyoung’s gaze out of the corner of his eye. 

“You look thirsty. I have some water bottles in the car, let me go bring them for ya.” He jogged down the trail, heading back to the car. Wooyoung looked down at his basket, proud of what he had already done, when an old farmer made his way up to them. 

“Good morning!” Kibum noticed him first, bowing in greeting. His three proteges followed suit, bowing in acknowledgment. The farmer sent them a pleased smile. 

“New folks, huh? It’s nice to see some city folks out here gettin’ their hands dirty. Here, I’ll share some with you all.” He reached into his basket, handing over some of the bulbs he had harvested, not so subtly checking how many they had gotten in their time out in the field compared to his own. He made a small hum, grabbing a few extra bulbs for Wooyoung. 

“Here ya go. I hope you lot enjoy our little village while you’re here. I will say though…” he lowered his voice, glancing in the direction San had left in. 

“I’d be careful around that one. He ain’t right.” He whispered. Wooyoung felt his smile fall, the hospitality the man had given him a moment before now revealing itself to be a ruse. Kibum narrowed his gaze instantly behind the man’s head. 

“What does that mean, exactly?” he pressed, keeping his voice even, though his tone didn’t raise above a stiff, neutral volume. 

“He’s an odd one, is what I’m sayin. I’d just be careful, just a word of advice.” He laughed at something none of them found humorous, making his way down the opposite path as San began to return, holding a cooler full of beverages for them. 

“Sorry for taking so long-” He paused, noticing the four men watching the farmer leave. Wooyoung’s brows pulled together in concern, shifting his attention over to San. Before he could think to ask him what the man could possibly mean, he watched San fidget, his grip nearly white-knuckled on the cooler’s handles before he shook his head and set it down, putting his dimpled smile back on. 

It didn’t reach his eyes this time. 

“C’mon, everyone. I packed some things to drink in here and Chae-noona made sandwiches and stuff for us. I think a break is in order.” 

Wooyoung shook off the bitter feeling that had manifested itself in his stomach and moved to sit beside San, sending him a smile. 

“You’re prepared. Thanks so much for your hard work.” He thanked him and took a seat in the dirt. Yeonjun and Changbin followed suit, all of them thanking San and sitting in a circle with him. San looked taken aback at first, eyes widening before he relaxed, sending them a thankful smile. Kibum smiled and nodded in approval, sitting with the younger men and enjoying their breaks together. 

-7pm- 

Wooyoung sat by the windowsill once again, sending messages back and forth to Yeosang, his mom, and some of his other friends at home. 

Or, trying to, anyway. 

He really did have to get used to being out in the sticks. 

San came in after a moment, yawning as he climbed into bed. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes. San layed down hugging his pillow, letting out a sigh as he put his head into it. Wooyoung tilted his head to the side. 

“That was a pretty big sigh there. You alright?” He inquired. San didn’t move for a moment or two, and Wooyoung almost thought he hadn’t heard him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but San shifted, looking at him. 

“Can I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

Wooyoung unconsciously sat up straighter, looking at him with his undivided attention. 

“Go ahead, I doubt you’ll make me uncomfortable.” 

San paused for a moment, letting out a small laugh that didn’t sound genuine as he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung. 

“What did that guy say out in the field? You all looked…angry when you came back.” 

Wooyoung’s expression immediately soured. San noticed but didn’t say anything else, waiting to see if he would let him in on what had made them respond like that. 

“He came up to us and was really nice, but then he said some weird shit about you being ‘odd’ and ‘not right’ and it was really rude. Who does that?” Wooyoung crossed his arms and San looked away for a moment, sighing. 

“A lot of the people in this village think I’m a bit…off. I understand if you don’t wanna sleep in the same room as me anymore. I can sleep on the couch or somethin’.” He murmured. Wooyoung sent him an incredulous look, laughing. 

“Why? You’ve been nothing but nice to me. I’m not gonna just listen to some random person who’s clearly speaking in bad faith over someone who’s been nothing but sweet and kind to me. Besides, even if something about you was different , that doesn’t give anyone the right to act like that with people accompanying you. Jiyong-hyung and Chaerin-noona wouldn’t just let anyone be around their kid without checking their background thoroughly and making sure they were safe. As far as I see it, if they trust you, and the old man trusts you, I do too.” Wooyoung stood and made a point to come to the bed, plopping down beside San with a force that made them bounce for a moment before they settled in their respective places. 

San made a surprised noise and looked at him in surprise before blinking. 

“....Just like that? You’re not gonna ask?” 

“I think that may be the problem here. It's none of my business right now. If you want to tell me what he could be talking about, that’s perfectly fine. If you don’t, that’s fine too. I just met you, I don’t expect you to pour your heart out to me and tell me your entire life story in 24 hours because some guy was trying to be a jerk out in a garlic field. I’m going to learn who you are from this experience and our time together. You’re more than welcome to tell me whatever you’d like whenever you’d like, and I’ll be happy to listen if and/or when you do, but until that conversation comes, it’s none of my business.” Wooyoung spoke a mile a minute, and San just watched the side of his face in wide-eyed wonder, brows up in surprise. Once he was done, he smiled and the stress that had gathered in his shoulders melted away. 

“I’ll work hard, then.” He quietly responded. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and rolled to face him, their faces much closer and their hands brushing as he looked at San. 

“You don’t have to work hard. You just have to be you.” 

San searched his eyes quietly before smiling and letting out a small nod. 

“I see. I understand. Thank you.” 

Satisfied, Wooyoung nodded and rolled over, his back to San. 

“Now get some rest. I’m tired as hell and I know you’ll inevitably wake me up at ass crack o clock for more good ol’ farming.” He playfully cooed, trying to mimic San’s natural Satoori. San let out a hum and rolled over, as well. 

“Fair enough. Good night, Wooyoung.” 

“Mmm. Goodnight, San.” 

-The Next Week-

Wooyoung had woken up the moment San had begun stirring. The aches from the days before had settled in his bones, and he wasn’t in any real rush to get up. He’d been doing a myriad of different things since they’d started their work here in Namhae, and Wooyoung had long since stopped complaining about the manual labor. He actually found it quite enjoyable to be able to harvest some of his own food and then cook them later. 

The smile Kibum had let out when he admitted that one night during dinner prep made an embarrassed flush rush to his cheeks, but he simply huffed and continued cooking while explaining every step to his audience consisting of Jongho, Gahyeon, Eric, and San. 

Speaking of, in the present, San moved about the room quietly, scratching his head as he shook off his own tiredness. Each step was careful and deliberate, nearly cat-like in manner as he moved without a sound, navigating the room in the dark. 

Wooyoung watched him with half-lidded eyes, lifting his head slightly. 

Before he could open his mouth to greet him, San peeled his shirt off and over his head, tossing it into a basket situated near the door. Wooyoung felt his mouth go dry, watching the muscles ripple across the expanse of San’s back as he shuffled about the drawer for a different shirt. 

Anything he had to say immediately went out of the window as he admired the man, transfixed on his form as San muttered to himself about ‘looking good’. It took everything in Wooyoung to not blow his cover and just blurt that he already did look good. San finally found one, plucking a black T-shirt from his drawer and putting it on in one fluid motion. He grabbed the waistband of his sleeping pants and Wooyoung feigned rolling over, deciding to give the man some privacy. He’d oggled enough as is, and he’d feel like a creep looking at any more of San without permission. 

“Hm?” San notice his pseudo-rousing and paused in changing, looking over his shoulder. Wooyoung pretended to snuggle into the pillow, his heart thundering in his chest as he heard San shift somewhere behind him. He came closer, leaning down to gently push some of Wooyoung’s bangs out of his face. Wooyoung nearly twitched, his fingers flexing against the pillow as he heard San quietly sigh. 

“Don’t ruin it, San.” He quietly muttered to himself before he pulled away, clearing his throat and gently shaking Wooyoung’s shoulder, leaning a respectable distance from him. Wooyoung opened his eyes, making a few mutters that made him seem like he was disoriented and only just now awakening. San sent him a smile, though he didn’t meet his eyes as enthusiastically as he usually did. 

“Hey. Sorry, but we should probably get an early start today. We’re going fishing and it’s best to get out there before too many of the other villagers head out and we have to worry about the fish not biting from the crowd.” he let him know in a gentle tone. Wooyoung looked up at him, feeling a conflicted emotion as San turned and headed out with the pair of pants he was going to change into, clearly intending to change elsewhere. 

He ran a hand through his hair, ruffled it about, and then pushed himself up off of the bed. 

-8am-

“So you think he’s hot? I personally think it’s great.” Yeonjun crossed his arms as he sat beside Wooyoung, slightly queasy from the boat ride. Wooyoung nearly threw his hands up to get him to be quiet, making a series of noises that were unintelligible. 

“Shut the fuck up before he hears you!” Wooyoung hissed, smacking him in the arm. Yeonjun let out a  yelp and shoved his shoulder, scowling at him. 

“What’s the problem? We’re gonna be stuck here for months anyway, might as well have fun if that’s what you wanna do. Besides, if it keeps you distracted from the trainwreck back home with Yeosang, maybe you do need a distraction.” 

Wooyoung nearly hit him again, frowning. He’d been infatuated with their mutual best friend for longer than he could remember, but it seemed like he would always kindly rebuff his advances or was just flat-out too oblivious to realize that they were, in fact, advances in the first place. 

He looked down at his shoes and Yeonjun caught the crestfallen look on his face, frowning. 

“Look, I’m not speaking bad on Yeosang, I never would, but I just think if you finally have someone else in your sights that has caught your fancy, you should go for it. Besides, if it doesn’t work out well, who cares? You’ll be going back home after the summer is over and you can pretend you didn’t take an L if you do fumble.” Yeonjun tried to tease, but his playful smile fell as he watched Wooyoung’s gaze drift to the other side of the boat where San had been helping Changbin set up his rod. 

Wooyoung didn’t laugh along with his teasing and Yeonjun hummed, hugging him from the side. 

“Chin up, bestie. You’re not bagging anything with your eyes all puppy-dog-like and pouty.” He told him before he stood and cleared his throat. 

“San! Can you help Woo next? He’s really eager to learn!” he called. Wooyoung’s eyes widened and San looked over, smiling and nodding. He jogged over and stopped in front of the two of them, holding a rod in each hand. 

“Okay, I’ll be happy to help.”

Yeonjun took one rod and smiled at him. 

“I actually know how to fish. My boyfriend taught me a while ago, I’ll head over there, you can teach Woo, though.” He smiled and strode away, leaving San shell-shocked as he watched him go. Wooyoung let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at San, waiting for his usual eager instruction. Instead, he looked like his brain had shut down completely, blinking owlishly. 

“His-” He didn’t even finish, but Wooyoung could see the thoughts in his mind running a mile a minute as he opened and closed his mouth. 

Wooyoung tilted his head, ready to ask him if he was okay before everything clicked into place. 

-“You could always move to the city, live with some like-minded folks.”

“I can’t say I haven’t considered it after the festival incident.” 

“I’d be careful around that one, he ain’t right.”

“He’s an odd one, is all I’m sayin’.” -

Wooyoung reached and gently touched his wrist, startling his attention forward. San looked at him and he sent him a smile. 

“He means Soobin. They’re really cute. I think you’d love to meet him someday. He’s a pretty athletic type like you and Changbin. I think it’d be nice if we all got to introduce you to some people in our circles, to be honest. Chan and Yeji would probably immediately adopt you to like, best friend status.” He told him. San looked at him, then back at Yeonjun, watching him laugh and chatter with Changbin before he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung once more. 

“F-friends? All of these people are friends of yours?” There was a slight shake to his voice, a temporary fumble before he caught himself. Wooyoung took the fishing rod and walked to the edge of the boat. 

“Teach me how to cast this and I’ll tell you more. Early bird gets the worm, right?” he grinned. San nodded, clearing his throat and instructing him on how to safely cast his line after choosing his bait. Once their lines were all out, Wooyoung leaned on the rail, the sea salt twinged air blowing his bangs as he looked out at the ocean. 

“Let’s see. Soobin is Yeonjun’s boyfriend of like, three years? Chan and Changbin have been dating for like five, and Yeji joined their relationship like two years ago-” 

“Wait.”San looked at him, eyes widened in surprise. Wooyoung laughed.

“They’re polyamorous. It’s honestly so cute and mushy when the three of them are together, even if they do like to playfully bully Changbin, it’s all in good fun.” Wooyoung put his chin in his palm and looked out at the sea. San watched him for a while. 

“So…is the Yeosang person you keep mentioning your boyfriend, then? Unless you’re not into that I’m sorry for assuming-” San immediately began clumsily trying to backpedal before he even got a response. Wooyoung couldn’t help but to think he was cute. 

“Yeosang…I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. I don’t think he knows, though. I don't have a boyfriend right now.” He hummed, eyes looking at his line to make sure he wasn’t missing any potential fish biting. 

San looked at him, then fell into a comfortable silence, staring out with him. 

Wooyoung couldn’t help but to notice the smile that never left his lips as he enjoyed the lull of the boat and the ocean. 

-5pm-

“San, come here, I’ll show you how we make this stew. My mom used to make it all the time.” Wooyoung beckoned San over, smiling as he all but darted across the room, eyes wide like a child’s as he looked over Wooyoung’s shoulder. 

San watched his every move and soon stood beside him, copying him without a word, his eyes narrowed from his focus. Wooyoung laughed suddenly, drawing his attention up to his face instead of the fish he had been cleaning. 

“What?” He inquired. Wooyoung sent him a teasing look. 

“You look really handsome when you focus like that. You get this cute little furrow in your brow.” He complimented. San paused, a blush creeping up to his ears. 

Wooyoung smiled devlishly, proud of himself as he turned his attention back to the fish. 

“So then after you clean it-” he continued on as normal, watching as San cleared his throat, trying-and failing-to hide the face he was caught off guard by Wooyoung’s flirting. 

Chaerin poked her head into the kitchen a few hours later, smiling as she saw all of the young men working together, watching as Yeonjun taught San some of the fruity drink recipes and Changbin let him taste test the meat he had been searing on the other side of the kitchen. The four laughed like old friends, and it warmed her heart to hear San finally have some friends. 

She pushed herself off of the door frame and sat down at the table, kissing each of her babies on the head before they all got back to working on a puzzle to pass the time. 

When they finally sat down at the table to eat later, the sound of laughter filled the room, drifting throughout the home until late into the evening. It had been nice to see San laugh and talk with people his age. The light blush on his cheeks brought a smile to her face that she hid behind the rim of her wine glass. 

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The next month had been…something. One of three down, and it seemed after that faithful day, something had shifted between San and Wooyoung. The two worked so well together, one would be easily fooled into thinking they had been close for years themselves. 

Wooyoung had gained more of a keen eye for some of the villagers looking at the four interact with each other. It was five including the times Kibum would come along, though he had begun to pull back and let them explore on their own time. 

They were never outwardly hostile, but some of them did make a point to not go near the quartet or would whisper behind their hands when they thought no one was looking after they would pass. Wooyoung wasn’t naive, he wasn’t a stranger to the concept of people being less than favorable when it came to another person’s preferences and lifestyle, but something about the whole ordeal made him especially angry because San had been so isolated in the home town he’d clearly loved so much over something so fucking stupid . 

Wooyoung had stuck to him like glue because of it, choosing to go with him whenever San was out and about, be it for working out in the fields or out at sea or just for recreational exploration of the island. Yeonjun and Changbin would give them their alone time occasionally, thoughWooyoung never prompted either of them for it. 

He was grateful they did, however. 

San had gotten comfortable with him in their time together, brushing against him at nearly every possible opportunity, hugging him from behind, even playfully tilting his chin up here and there when he caught him off guard and spacing out. 

All of it made his heart thrum in anticipation, but he’d always been left hanging, neither of them taking that extra step forward to commit to…whatever this flirting had been. 

It had been driving him quite crazy, if Wooyoung was being honest. 

Today they stayed inside, sprawled out on the floor with a small fan circulating between the two of them. It was scorching outside, and today had been the first day all of them agreed to stay inside and not do any farming. 

Yeonjun made a point to grab Changbin, saying something about teaching the little ones how to make homemade ice cream before he tugged him downstairs, leaving Wooyoung alone with San. The Namhae native set down a glass of juice beside Wooyoung before he tugged at his shirt a few times, muttering something about needing a bigger fan or finally investing in a new aircon. 

Wooyoung watched him out of the corner of his eye, his lips curling up teasingly. 

“If it’s too hot, just take your shirt off.” 

San paused, looking at him with a brow arched. A month ago, he would have blushed up to his ears and probably would have declined with a flustered stammer, but now, Wooyoung found him not backing down from his teasing gaze. His own lips quirked as he tilted his head up, looking down at him with a look Wooyoung swore was more sultry than anything he’d ever seen on the slightly older man’s face. 

“I bet you’d like it if I did, huh?” 

Wooyoung sat up himself, sizing him up and smiling back despite the furious ba thumps of his heart. 

“And if I say I would? Then what?” 

“Then prove it. You can take it off of me if you’d be so inclined.” 

A beat of silence stretched between the two of them and San’s expression almost broke, his words catching up to him and his heart nearly leaping out of his chest when he realized how forward he had been. Before he could apologize, Wooyoung pushed himself up off of the floor, standing in front of him and tugging him forward by his belt hoops. 

San nearly stumbled, a surprised look on his face as he looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung swallowed down any nervousness he felt, his face dangerously close to San’s as he ran his thumbs over the end of his shirt. 

“I really will take it off. If you don’t mind, that is.” Wooyoung gave him a moment to reconsider. San held his gaze for a moment before he lifted his arms, nodding and breathing out a quiet; ' Go ahead.’

Wooyoung pulled it up and over his head, tossing it to the side. He didn’t immediately look down at his chest, instead fixing his gaze on San’s face once more, taking in his expression to make sure he hadn’t been made uncomfortable. 

It was quite the contrary, actually, and instead, he looked at him with slightly parted lips, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker than normal. Neither of them spoke for what felt like forever, but once again, Wooyoung spoke up. 

“If you want, you can take mine off, too.” 

San’s jaw settled for a brief moment, and Wooyoung had a passing thought of how it would feel to cup it in his hands. San reached for his shirt, fingers hesitating. 

“You don’t think this is weird? That I’m weird? ” 

Wooyoung put his hands over his and closed them on his shirt. 

“I don’t know what the people in this village have said to you before, but no. This isn’t weird. San, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me when it comes to this. I understand.” He murmured. San grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head with a surprising gentleness, his hands hovering just off of Wooyoung’s hips, unsure of where to place them. Wooyoung noticed and stepped closer into his space, feeling the heat radiate from his chest. 

“You’re staring.” Wooyoung purred. San nodded, clearing his throat and looking away bashfully. 

“Sorry. You’re really..uh.”

“Pretty? Attractive? Sexy as fuck?” Wooyoung teased. 

“Yeah. All of those. And then some.” 

Wooyoung felt his cheeks grow hotter, staring at San’s honest expression before he finally took the time to drift his eyes down his body. He’d seen San in skin-tight tank tops and t-shirts before, even seen his back bare a few times, but this had been the first time San had faced him while shirtless. 

You, uh, could certainly tell he was a man who did extensive amounts of manual labor. Despite the fact that a month had passed of them working together, Wooyoung had never seen him from the front. And his ogling was a bit more than telling. 

San watched him with a quiet gaze, not saying anything. Wooyoung looked like he wanted to run his hands over his abdomen, touch and feel all of his defined muscles, but he simply bit his lip. 

“Y’know, this is the first time in a while I’ve been speechless like this.” 

San felt an excited flutter in his chest as he reached and lifted Wooyoung’s chin, a gentle movement he’d done countless times before in their recent time together. Wooyoung looked up instantly, staring into his eyes. 

“I…I’m pretty sure I’m just as caught off guard.” He responded, his thumb idly running over Wooyoung’s cheek. Wooyoung waited for a moment before he hummed, noticing San not making any other movements. He thought back to Yeonjun-and later Changbin’s-encouragement for him to just let loose and have fun while here and spoke up. 

“You look really kissable like this, you know.” 

San’s thumb paused instantly, his eyes widening ever so slightly. He opened his mouth, a quiet, yet scrambled noise leaving his lips until Wooyoung put his hand on his own cheek, mirroring him. 

“Do I look kissable, San?” He continued, turning his head ever slightly to kiss San’s palm. San’s hand twitched ever so slightly, but he didn’t back away from him, nodding. Wooyoung sent him a fake pout. 

“I can’t hear you, Sannie. Do I look kissable to you? Would you kiss me?” He teased, pressing another chaste kiss to San’s palm. San’s fingers flexed and he turned his head back fully, staring into Wooyoung’s eyes. 

“Are you teasing me?” 

“Yes and no. I really want you to kiss me, but I’m trying to behave myself because I see you’re terrified.” 

San’s expression was unreadable for a moment before he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Wooyoung’s. The city boy hummed, pleased with the initiation, and kissed him back, his hand sliding from San’s face to cup the back of his neck. 

San broke the kiss much sooner than Wooyoung would have preferred, looking at him in surprise. Wooyoung made a small ‘nuh uh’ noise, pulling him back in for more, peppering his lips with small, chaste kisses that eventually lasted longer and longer until the two of them were making out in the middle of the living room. 

Wooyoung pushed him back gently making him sit on the couch as he sat down and straddled him. 

San panted, setting his hands on Wooyoung’s waist, looking up at him with a blush on his cheeks and his eyes slightly blown. Wooyoung smiled, arching a brow as he cocked his head to the side. 

“You could grab my ass, you know. I don’t think you have to be so polite with touching me, yknow.” 

San looked at him before he slowly lowered his grip, squeezing handfuls of Wooyoung’s ass as he kissed his Adam’s apple. 

“You didn’t say you were comfortable with that, yet.” 

Wooyoung smiled, running his fingers through his hair and leaning into his ear. 

“I’m comfortable for a lot more than this, but if I tell you all that entails, we might make a mess of this couch.” He purred. San’s fingers flexed as he let out a breathy ‘holy fuck?’ followed by his usual boy next door laugh, though it was much airier than Wooyoung had ever heard it before. 

“You city folk really are somethin’, huh?” 

Wooyoung shrugged his shoulder. 

“Trying to be subtle never got my message across before. I think Yeonjun’s right and I should be a bit more forward with things I want.” 

San hummed and tilted his head to the side, gazing up at Wooyoung. 

“And what do you want?” 

“More kisses. Your hands all over me. Your cock down my throat.” 

San blinked in surprise and Wooyoung laughed quietly, sitting directly on his cock. 

“You’re biiig , you know that?” Wooyoung purred, tilting his head as he rutted his ass back. San inhaled sharply through his teeth, hips bucking slightly as Wooyoung slowly rolled and rocked his hips back and forth. He smiled at the expression on his face, leaning close and kissing the shell of San’s ear. 

“Of course, you know that. Are you pent-up? It’s been a month and I’m pretty sure you haven’t touched yourself. Does it ache, Sannie?” He hummed, nipping his earlobe. 

“That’s- fuck- that’s unfair, Wooyoung.” 

“Tell me what you want to do, San.” 

"I don’t-I don’t know- anyone could walk in on us.” San panted, though his actions didn’t match his words, still grinding his cock against Wooyoung’s ass. Wooyoung cupped his cheek and met his eye, his own half-lidded. 

“We could always move, you know. Our bedroom is down the hall.” He casually reminded him, running a finger down his chest. San swallowed dryly before he picked Wooyoung up effortlessly. Wooyoung yipped, eyes widening for a moment before he clung to him. San walked them directly to the aforementioned room. 

He set Wooyoung down with a gentle motion, making sure he held the back of his head before setting it in the center of his pillow. Wooyoung didn’t let go, however, pulling him down and wrapping one of his toned thighs around his waist. San grunted in surprise before kissing him, placing his palms by either side of his head to brace himself. 

Wooyoung’s fingers ran up his back, kneading and lightly clawing at his muscles as they kissed, moaning into San’s mouth as he rolled his hips down, their bulges grinding against one another. San swallowed the sound, moving one of his hands, running calloused fingers down Wooyoung’s neck, collar, chest (stopping to trace the black ink adorning his ribs), and torso, hooking a finger in his waistband and tugging teasingly. 

“Should I take them off now, Woo? Hm?” 

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at him, opening his mouth to tell him off for daring to turn and tease him, like that's not what he had been doing to San this whole time. Anything he had to say fell flat the moment San’s hand disappeared into his shorts, grabbing his cock and arching a brow at the strangled gasp that tumbled out of Wooyoung’s lips. 

Wooyoung moaned as San stroked him nice and slow, leaning into his ear, 

“You’re talking about how hard I got, look at you. Do I get the treat of hearing more of those pretty moans, Wooyoung?” He purred, twisting his wrist on every upstroke, watching Wooyoung’s expressions like a hawk. Wooyoung’s eyes slipped closed as he breathed out a shaky ‘yes, please.’ San smiled to himself, whispering sweet nothings as he jerked him off, loving every small gasp and whine that came from Wooyoung’s lips and the way he tried-and failed-to keep his voice down as San teased the underside of his cock with his thumb. 

“San~”

“Yes, baby? You’re singing for me, it sounds so good.” San’s satoori rattled around his head and Wooyoung shuddered, grabbing the waistband to his shorts and shoving them down to his knees, sighing at the relief he felt the moment he did. 

San’s eyes drifted down to Wooyoung’s flushed cock, smiling as he rolled his fingers over the tip, smearing precum all over the crown. 

“You’re making a mess. You can cum whenever you want to, baby. I’m not going to stop you.” He encouraged, placing encouraging kisses on Wooyoung’s collar and neck as he watched his cock out of the corner of his eye. 

“San-nn…fuck, San slow down I really will cum if you keep going.” He shuddered, his hips bucking, thrusting into San’s fist despite his pleas. San, however, listened without complaint, slowing his motions and kissing the corner of Wooyoung’s eye as he looked at his expression. 

“I could cum just from looking at you like this.” He hummed, leaning close. Wooyoung met him halfway, pawing at his pants, silently urging him to join him in his nudity. San obliged and reluctantly let him go, sitting up on his knees to unbutton his pants. Wooyoung’s eyes immediately gravitated downwards, biting his lip at that neatly trimmed trail that disappeared into his boxers that he’d only seen glimpses of. San tossed his pants and boxers into the hamper, turning to give his attention back to Wooyoung and smiling at the way Wooyoung stared at him, biting his thumbnail. 

“I want you back on top of me,” San spoke, laying down on his side of the bed. Wooyoung laughed quietly and tossed a leg over his hip, straddling him and sliding down so their cocks were flush against one another. 

“My, you’re awfully bossy.” 

San hummed, not denying the claim as he held Wooyoung’s ass, grinding and rutting so their cocks once more slid against each other and each man’s abs. Wooyoung sighed in pleasure, bucking his hips and closing his eyes as he let San match him below, feeling steadied by the country boy’s firm grip on his ass. San moaned his name below him, making a mess as his precum smeared onto Wooyoung’s abs cock. 

“Kiss…mm Wooyoung c'mere-” 

Wooyoung nearly fell forward as San pulled him down gently, hand cupped on the back of his neck. He adjusted himself, his chest against San’s, their heartbeats both erratic and frantic as they kissed, groaning ever so slightly as they continued to grind and rut on each other. Wooyoung spread his legs wider, a needy hitch in his breath coming out then he felt San's rough fingers rolling over his rim. He shuddered, lifting his hips high, but San only squeezed his ass with his free hand and brought him back flush against his body with a firm tug. 

"I want you to cum like this, pretty boy. Make a mess of the abs you wanted to see so bad." He purred. Wooyoung gasped and bucked, clenching on nothing as he struggled between which he wanted more of, San's kisses, his voice, his fingers along his rim, or his cock between his legs.

" San ." Wooyoung pleaded needily, his body quivering against San’s. 

“C’mon, baby. I got you. I’ll take care of you.” He urged, his own voice sounding strained as Woouyoung groaned in his arms. Wooyoung kissed him desperately to keep himself from possibly raising his voice to a level that would get them caught. 

San groaned back, inhaling sharply as Wooyoung tugged his hair, cumming messily against his abs as instructed. San purred, mumbling praises between kisses as he let out a sigh, cumming a minute or two after him. 

The two men sat in each other’s arms, panting as they reeled. Once he’d gathered his bearings, Wooyoung looked down, cheeks darkening at the mess left behind. 

“Shit, man, you really were pent up, huh?” 

San looked down at the mess splayed across his stomach and laughed airily, letting his head thump against the pillows.

“Hah…yeah, I guess you can say that.” 

-8pm-

Wooyoung swung his feet as he sat on a bench outside a convenience store San and he had walked to. The night air had been a much-needed 180 from the temperature earlier. He held San’s jean jacket over his shoulders as he waited for him, smiling up at him as San jogged outside, two bags full of snacks in either hand. 

“Hey, you could have come inside.” He told him, smiling as he fished out a Melona bar for Wooyoung. He shrugged a shoulder, looking up at the moon. 

“It felt nice out here.” was his response. San hummed and nodded, his eyes spotting an old couple across the way sending them a weird look before whispering amongst themselves. 

“Isn’t that…”

“Mhm, I think it is. What a shame, he grew up to be such a handsome boy. What a waste.”

San’s jaw ticked ever so slightly and Wooyoung followed his gaze. He frowned when he noticed the duo as well and looked back at San. The countryman sent him a smile that didn’t meet his eyes and pointed behind him. 

“We should head back. The little ones are waiting-oh!”He let out a noise of surprise as Wooyoung stood and hooked arms with him, marching back inside the convenience store. 

“Wooyoung? What’s up-”

“You forgot something.” He murmured, looking up and down the aisles. San stumbled a few times before he managed to match Wooyoung’s steps. 

“I did? What is it? Why are you in such a rush-”

Wooyoung didn’t answer him, smiling and letting out an ‘aha!’ as he finally found what he was looking for. San peeked over his shoulder, cheeks going beet red as Wooyoung plucked a box of condoms from the shelf and a bottle of lube. He looked at the label, nose scrunching before putting the bottle back and grabbing one beside it. San stared at him, his eyes the size of dinner plates as Wooyoung meticulously dragged him up and down the aisle, grabbing a few more things before he marched up to the counter, setting everything down. 

The cashier looked at everything before looking at the two of them over the rim of her glasses, arching a brow. San didn’t say a word, completely stun locked into place, while Wooyoung merely arched a brow back at her, waiting. 

“Did you want everything erm…in the same bag?” 

“Yep, it's all going to the same place.” 

She nodded, clearing her throat and scanning each product. Wooyoung paid her without incident and pulled San out, making a point to make eye contact with the old couple that had been whispering about San before. Once they spotted him, he leaned in and planted a kiss on San’s cheek, smiling at the way the dimpled man instantly blushed all the way down his neck, flustered babble leaving his mouth as Wooyoung proudly pulled him in the direction of Chaerin’s house.

“Wooyoung-”

“They made you uncomfortable. Fuck em. Besides, I wanted a kiss.”

San looked at him, a vulnerable look crossing his face, 

“Even out here?” 

“Especially out here. Fuck 'em.” Wooyoung repeated. San looked at him for a long moment before he reached down, holding Wooyoung’s hand. He didn’t get the chance to ask if it was okay before he felt a reassuring squeeze. He smiled, turning his attention back in front of him. 

They walked about two blocks in comfortable silence before San spoke. 

“This town has several festivals.” He started, his footsteps matching Wooyoung. Wooyoung looked at him out of the corner of his eye, making a small sound to let him know he was listening. San took a deep breath, squeezing Wooyoung’s hand. 

“It’s kind of a tradition in this place to ask out someone of your fancy to accompany you to one of them. I asked a boy in my grade in my last year of high school. It didn’t go well.” 

Wooyoung frowned, rubbing his knuckles. San’s voice didn’t waver as he spoke, his arm occasionally brushing against Wooyoung’s as he walked with him. 

“No one got violent or anything if you’re worried. I’ve heard some…unsavory stories about these kinds of things not going well in other places with people who see folks like me…”He looked at their hands. “Folks like us …I’ve heard some scary things. I guess in the grand scheme of things, I can be grateful all that happened was some mockery and the village deciding I was ‘weird’ and ‘not right’ and deciding to keep their distance from me unless absolutely necessary.” he muttered. 

Wooyoung moved to stand in front of him. 

“No. While I’m glad no one hurt you…physically, you’re hurt emotionally. And that’s just as important. They have no right to treat you like this. A whole village turning on someone? Trying to label you as some kind of freak for just loving someone differently? Fuck. Them.” Wooyoung hissed out, leaving no room for opposition. San looked down at him and smiled. 

“Y’know, I’m really grateful for people like Chaerin-noona and Jiyong-hyung. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have even known there were people out there who don’t care. Who will stand beside me and see me for who I am. I wouldn’t have met you.” He murmured the last bit quietly. Wooyoung smiled, opening his mouth to say he was grateful for being able to meet him when he noticed a sad look cross San’s face. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave.” 

Wooyoung felt like he’d crashed through a windshield, that one sentence sobering him instantly. 

That’s right. He’s only here one summer. And one-third of it was already gone. 

Wooyoung frowned, fidgeting. San noticed and panicked slightly. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to bring the mood down like this. Please forgive me for runnin’ my mouth.” He frantically apologized and Wooyoung looked at him, pressing his lips together in a line before he shook his head. 

“San, are you a man who likes challenges?” He inquired. San looked at him with a tilted head. 

“Challenges? I…I don’t know? I mean I guess I do like challenging myself or something, but I don’t really get the opportunity to get competitive with others, if that’s what you mean.” 

“How about this? If I can make this the best summer ever for you, you come back to the city with me.” 

San stared at him with his lips parted, completely speechless. Wooyoung nodded, rubbing San’s knuckles. 

“It’s just an option but…Chae-noona did say she has her home back in Gangnam that you could live in…and you can even stay with me, I don’t mind. My hyungs Hongjoong and Seonghwa hyungs own a shop in town that gets a lot of business, I can ask them to hire you. If…if you want.” He stuttered through the sentence, fumbling his words in a way San had never seen him do since he’d met him. 

“You’d let me live with you? Just like that?” San inquired, his voice quiet, reserved. Wooyoung nodded, looking into his eyes, making sure he could see the truth shining in them. 

“If it’s not abundantly clear by now, I like you. Like, I really like you. And if I can be the selfish city boy for a bit, it would be devastating for me to leave this place and leave you behind, especially with all of these assholes treating you like an alien and the crunchiest internet connection and cell phone service known to man making it difficult to keep in contact with you if we do part.” 

San looked at him for a long time, his expression hard to read. Wooyoung felt anxiety creep up his spine the longer they went standing there, but he didn’t say a word, just waiting. 

After a while, San nodded. 

“Okay. I’ll take you up on that challenge.” He smiled. 

Wooyoung let out a relieved sigh before he gave him a quick peck. 

“Don’t scare me like that, oh my god.” He held his chest before moving from his spot in front of him, walking beside him once more. San smiled and his feet once again matched his pace.

“No one’s ever challenged me like that.” He chuckled. Wooyoung laughed, the nervousness still evident in his tone. 

“It’s not something I just go around doing, I assure you.”

San smiled as they walked through the front door, immediately having three little ones flying in his direction. He let Wooyoung’s hand go, bending down to scoop them up, when he noticed Jongho gravitate to Wooyoung instead, hugging his leg. Wooyoung looked just as surprised, kneeling to pet the brunette toddler. 

“You okay? What’s wrong?” 

“Missed Hyung.” 

Wooyoung’s gaze softened as he hugged him, picking him up and smiling as Jongho let out a ‘weeeeee!’ sound. 

“I missed you too, big guy!” He smiled. San watched him and felt like a weight had been rolled off of his shoulders. 

Wooyoung had challenged him, that much was for sure, but he probably hadn’t realized he’d already accepted the offer in his head. 

The real challenge, San decided, was to not make it completely obvious how infatuated he’d become with the city boy. 

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.⋆☂˚⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. woosan drabble

just woosan lazily kissing at night, letting all the stress and tension slip away as their soft embrace covers them in a blanket of comfort.

1.4k of fluff and cuddles

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the whole day they've carried a gloomy atmosphere with them that didn't go unnoticed by the other's. so at one point, fed up with the two but mostly just trying to be understanding towards their longing, ysg and ynh both offer them their room to themselves - without wooyoung or san having to awkwardly ask if it's ok, that they need some time together.

so once they arrive at the dorm, having their bags dropped off in wooyoung's room already, they slowly make their way to the bathroom, fingers intertwined, no words spoken. they silently stand there as they brush their teeth, san clumsily handling the toothbrush with his left hand, but finding a way to make it work.

they have to let go of their hands eventually when they quickly wash up by the sink, too exhausted to even consider a shower. it's not like there is a lot of space to move in the bathroom, so they gladly stick together, shoulders and hips brushing at every move.

san is about to apply more lotion to his face as a last step of his skin-care routine, but wooyoung is already dragging him out to the bed, with big steps, because he is tired and so impatient to lay down with san.

wooyoung makes san sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing a tshirt and underwear for both of them to put on. at this point, years into figuring out what they mean to each other and to what extent their love reaches, they have a little staple of shared clothes in each of their rooms, for nights like this.

san is too exhausted to get up, so he decides on getting changed while sitting down, struggling a bit to put his boxers on, but he manages laying down, wiggling around to put them in place.

wooyoung uses the opportunity, already clothed in his pyjamas, and he drops a bit too dramatically on the bed, diagonally over san, chests connected.

he frames san's face with his forearms on the pillow, and this is when he dropped the first kiss, right on the other's lips.

that moment, everything makes sense again, the worries and stress of the day slowly being put to a halt, as they let themselves melt into each other.

wooyoung moves his body a bit, finding it hard to kiss san's lips from his position, draping over san's left side in a warm embrace, moving his hand to cup the other's cheek softly.

there is a kind of desperation behind the kisses, they simply didn't have the time to be with each other like this, schedules packed to the brim, having to settle on soft touches throughout the day instead, to assure not only the other but themselves too, that it's ok, that they are not apart but in fact standing right next to each other.

the individual kisses eventually turn into a soft, lazy makeout session, now that they are assured that this is real and they are allowed to touch and to be in each other's presence like this.

it was what made them figure out the love they hold for each other, because the physical aspect of their friendship simply wasn't enough. back then they tried to let the other know by gestures, by holding the other and trying to let their actions speak for them. who would have known that one single word would have been enough for them to take the next step, to admit to themselves that they are in love.

wooyoung was so used to show his affection to other's, always wanting to show other's how much they mean to him through his actions and words. but when san started to reciprocate his touches, never sparing with compliments and words of comfort, he didn't know how to handle this strange feeling he felt.

when they are connected like this, their past insecurities and worries are being pushed into the back of their minds, because the present is what counts now.

while the kiss was still slow-paced, the passion they put into it makes up for it. wooyoung takes control of the kiss for most parts, changing between playing with san's top and bottom lip at a time, sometimes licking, and san can't help but smile slightly, opening his mouth so that wooyoung's tongue can enter, joining his own.

wooyoung prides himself on being a good kisser, so as if to prove his kissing abilities to san, he puts in just a bit of extra energy, to make san feel good. san has always appreciated the way that wooyoung would go out of his way to make him feel at ease, to feel loved.

so after what felt like a few minutes, but has probably been the better part of an hour, san smiles into the kiss, overwhelmed by his emotions, brushing wooyoung's hair back and letting his hand rest against his scalp, slightly massaging into it.

wooyoung stops the kiss to meet san's eyes, his gaze so content and warm, so after offering him a small smile back, he slowly drops his head on san's chest, taking a deep breath in, letting his lover's scent take over all his senses.

san giggles a bit, but making a point to show his disappointment of wooyoung stopping the kiss by squirming a bit.

"lazy", san whispers, shuffling out from wooyoung's embrace and repositioning their bodies so that they are both on their sides facing each other. wooyoung has his eyes closed throughout the process, but quickly pulls san closer by his hip once they settle, tangling their legs together.

san pushes wooyoung's bangs back and places a soft kiss on his forehead, leaving his lips to rest there for a bit, before kissing it over and over again, putting so much meaning into each of the kisses. wooyoung basked in the tenderness of the other, smiling into san's neck, where he takes another deep breath in.

san knows what his little displays of affection means to wooyoung, who once so brokenly told him that it serves him as a reminder that he is loved.

so san makes sure the younger knows, making it his mission to remind him with each kiss pressed to his skin, that he is loved.

san starts to move his lips down a bit, pressing a peck to the bridge of wooyoung's nose, angling his neck so he can reach even further down and kiss the tip of his nose.

giggling, wooyoung pulls on san's arm, moving them so wooyoung lays on his back, san's body twisted to the side, covering the smaller one. with his last energy of the day, san presses some more quick kisses everywhere he can reach, from his cheek, up to the mole right under his eye, further to the side until he eventually reaches wooyoung's ear. there he stops and sighs contentedly.

san tries to think of words to say to wooyoung, his best friend, the light of his life, soulmate, amicus ad aras. any word that can express just what he feels for the other.

san hesitates, he grows frustrated knowing that no matter what he says, no words in the world can express what he wants wooyoung to know. sensing his inner conflict through the absence of more kisses, wooyoung turns his face to the side, his nose meeting san's own on the way.

wooyoung makes a point to press against him, feeling the softness of both their bare faces where they touch, before pulling away to look at the older. there he was able to catch something vulnerable in san's gaze that he sees ever so often, when san feels like no matter what he does, it won't be enough.

trying to ease his anxiety away, wooyoung settles on the first words that come to his mind.

"i know"

after a while, he can feel san relax again, his grip loosening only now, not afraid of letting go anymore, because he knows, they both know, that they are here for each other now.

as if it's what he needed to hear, he slowly lets the tiredness, that he tried so hard to forget a moment ago, take over his body.

wooyoung smiles as san grows heavier and heavier on his arm with every breath he takes. he once more hugs the now sleeping man and burries his own face in san's neck, placing one more kiss amidst his freckles, trying to remember the feeling, until sleep catches up to him as well.

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[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Say My Name (Woosan) 🔞

Synopsis: Wooyoung’s boyfriend is a serial cheater. Clearly the best revenge is fucking his dad

WC: 2k

Tags: DILF San, Age Difference, Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Wooyoung has a degradation kink, Top San, Bottom Wooyoung

A/N: This is literally identical to the SKZ one I posted previously just with the names changed.

Wooyoung was fucking pissed. He was determined to confront Hyuk. He’d caught him with his hand down a guy’s pants at a club when he said he had to stay home and study. This was after he caught him half naked making out with another guy. Wooyoung mashed the doorbell and heard it constantly dinging on the other side of the door.

“Wooyoung?” Hyuk’s father San opened the door. Wooyoung stopped dead. The older man had obviously just gotten out of the shower and thrown on a tee that was definitely too small and gray sweatpants that left little to the imagination.

“Hi Mr Choi. Is Hyuk here?” he asked.

“He’s not, but he’s supposed to be back soon. Would you like to come in and wait?” San asked.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” Wooyoung replied, trying desperately not to stare at San’s crotch.

“Not a bother at all,” San let him in. “What has my son done this time?”

“Excuse me?” Wooyoung asked.

“I know he’s not the most faithful partner. Unless you were leaning on the doorbell for fun?” San answered.

“I saw him feeling up another guy last night when he said he was here studying,” Wooyoung told him.

“Sounds about right. It’s a shame really. He’s trashed all of his relationships. I really like you so I’ll be sad to see you go,” San sighed.

“Me?” Wooyoung wasn’t sure he’d heard San correctly.

“I assume you’re here to break up with him. Am I wrong?” he asked.

“No, you’re right,” the younger boy replied. San had led them over to the couch and somehow steered Wooyoung to sitting. San sat next to him. “I was planning to dump him.”

“You’ve been my favorite of Hyuk’s boyfriends. I’m always happy to see you,” San said. Wooyoung had always found San attractive even though he was almost 50. He let out a whine.

“What was that noise?” San laughed.

“I like you too. In a totally not sexual not want you to rail me into next week sort of way,” Wooyoung replied far too quickly.

“In a not sexual way, eh?” San smirked. Wooyoung felt his whole body blushing.

“No, I mean yes. I mean, goddammit,” he knew he was only digging himself deeper.

“You can be honest, Wooyoung. It’s just the two of us here,” San told him.

“I want you to fuck me and it has nothing to do with the fact Hyuk cheated on me,” Wooyoung said.

“Even if you wanted me to fuck you only because he cheated on you, I wouldn’t say no,” San replied. Wooyoung felt all the blood in his body immediately rush to his dick.

“You wouldn’t?” he asked.

“Don’t think I don’t notice when you walk around the house in a tank top and shorts,” the older man told him.

“Fuck,” Wooyoung breathed.

“Tell me what you want,” San had moved closer to Wooyoung and their knees were touching now.

“I want you to raw me and make me walk around with your come dripping out of me. I want you to fuck me so hard that I have trouble walking. I think about you when I’m jerking off, not Hyuk,” it felt good to finally say it out loud - even the part where San was the object of his fantasies.

“How do you get yourself off? I’m curious what you’re doing when you’re thinking of me,” San moved closer and put his hand on Wooyoung’s thigh, dangerously close to his cock.

“I have a dildo. My friend got it for me as a joke, but I found out that a dildo that shouldn’t fit in my ass gets me off the best. Sometimes I’ll do it in the living room just for the rush of my roommate coming home early. That’s what I do,” Wooyoung admitted.

“A size queen and an exhibitionist. Who knew?” San grinned. “Do you think I can satisfy you?”

“I’m just taking a guess, but you look like you could,” Wooyoung glanced down at the bulge in San’s sweats.

“Would you like me to bend you over the couch? Hyuk could walk in anytime. Wouldn’t it be a nasty surprise to see his father fucking his soon to be ex?” San had moved his hand onto Wooyoung’s crotch and lightly squeezed. Wooyoung whined louder.

“Please, please do that. I want him to see me getting fucked and you making me feel better than he ever did,” Wooyoung begged.

“Since you’ve been so nice,” San pulled Wooyoung on top of him and kissed him with more passion than Hyuk ever had. If Wooyoung was being totally honest with himself, Hyuk never left him completely satisfied. Wooyoung wanted to be fucked hard. Hell, he needed to be fucked hard. San was already marking up Wooyoung’s neck with little bites and hickeys.

“Why so quiet, baby?” San asked, nipping at the sensitive skin below Wooyoung’s ear.

“Just thinking,” he replied.

“Stop it. I don’t want you to think,” San brushed his lips against Wooyoung’s ear.

“Yes Mr Choi,” Wooyoung breathed.

“Call me San,” the older man said.

“Yes San,” Wooyoung replied.

“Good boy,” Wooyoung’s cock twitched at the pet name. San grinned, clearly having felt it.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me? Are you going to do what I tell you?” he asked.

“Yes. I’ll do whatever you want me to,” Wooyoung whimpered.

“Then take off your clothes and bend over the couch,” San instructed. Wooyoung nodded, then hopped up to strip and lean over the couch. San stood up and walked behind Wooyoung. He lightly ran his fingers over Wooyoung’s ass.

“I need to go get the lube. Be a good boy and start opening yourself up for me while I’m gone,” San said.

“I can do that. I’ll be good,” Wooyoung scrambled to reply. Then he felt San grab his asscheeks and spit on his hole. Wooyoung jumped.

“Can’t leave you totally dry. Now get started,” the older man said. Wooyoung reached behind himself and started to open himself up. San had actually spit on his hole. Wooyoung had only ever seen that in porn. It didn’t happen in real life. Of course, begging your ex-boyfriend’s dad to fuck you wasn’t supposed to happen either. He was three fingers deep when he heard San walk back in the room.

“Good boy. I like it when someone knows how to follow directions,” San grazed Wooyoung’s ass. “I know you want to be fucked like a good little whore, but should I reward you a little first? Since you were so good at listening to me.” Wooyoung knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Please?” San landed a hard slap on Wooyoung’s right asscheek. It stung, but not hard enough to bruise. Then San slapped his other asscheek.

“I don’t know about you, but I hate it when things are uneven,” San commented. “I didn’t hear you though so I think I have to do it again.”

San hit him harder this time, enough to make Wooyoung jump.

“Still didn’t hear you,” San said. This time he hit Wooyoung hard enough to leave a handprint that lasted a few seconds. Wooyoung grunted and his cock oozed precome all over the back of the couch.

“That’s more like it. Do you think you deserve more?” San sounded almost bored.

“I’ll be good for you. I promise,” Wooyoung scrambled. San hit him with the same force again and Wooyoung whimpered.

“That’s my good little whore,” San praised in between slaps. San hadn’t even touched him anywhere sensitive and Wooyoung was already starting to get lightheaded. San leaned on top of Wooyoung, still fully clothed. “So you like being called a whore. Is that what you are?”

“Yes,” Wooyoung squeaked. “I’m your whore. Want you.” San slid a finger into Wooyoung. His body gave instantly.

“So desperate,” he taunted, adding a second finger. His hand was pinned between their bodies and San pushed his hips forward to press them in deeper.

“Fuck!” Wooyoung grunted as San grazed against his prostate. He massaged it for a few seconds and Wooyoung couldn’t stop himself from coming. His cock spilled all over the couch and onto the floor. San pulled his fingers out and Wooyoung wanted to cry.

“No, put them back,” he moaned.

“You’re going to come for me properly,” San pulled down his sweats to release his cock and quickly lubed himself. “Behave yourself.”

Wooyoung felt the burn immediately when San pushed into him. Fuck, he really was big.

“Can you take more?” San asked.

“Yes,” Wooyoung nodded against the couch. San bottomed out and held Wooyoung’s hips in place. The younger boy groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You’ve got a tight little hole for a whore,” San observed, but Wooyoung could tell he was just as affected.

“Fuck me. Use me,” Wooyoung begged. San slapped one of his asscheeks hard.

“I fully intend to,” San replied. Digging his fingers into Wooyoung’s hips even harder, San began to pound into the younger boy. Wooyoung scrambled to get a grip on the couch so he didn’t completely tip over the back.

“Oh fuck, oh god, shit, San,” he grunted.

“Good enough for you so far?” the older man asked, not slowing down.

“I’m gonna come all over this couch,” Wooyoung panted. “Again.”

“You’ll come when I say you can since you clearly couldn’t control yourself earlier,” San told him. Wooyoung whimpered. Part of him was embarrassed that he’d come after San barely touching him. A much larger part of him didn’t care. He was getting the fucking of his life right now. San reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of Wooyoung’s cock, essentially stopping him from finishing. He let out a desperate whine.

“How badly do you want to finish?” San breathed against Wooyoung’s neck.

“Please,” he panted.

“That’s not an answer,” San pulled Wooyoung up by his hair and pinned his back to San’s front. “Are you going to mess up the couch?”

“Yes, yes I will,” Wooyoung dug his fingers into San’s arm around his chest.

“Alright,” San let go of Wooyoung’s cock and his second orgasm ripped through him seconds later. His cock hit his abdomen a few times from San still fucking into him, sending come over a decent amount of the couch. Wooyoung felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. Then San pushed him back over the couch into his own come and chased his own release. Wooyoung had never felt this full in his life. San rested on Wooyoung’s back when he finished. In a stark contrast to how they’d spent the last 45 minutes, San placed a gentle kiss on the back of Wooyoung’s neck.

“So good for me,” he praised.

“I think you fucked my soul out,” Wooyoung breathed. San laughed and stood up. He slowly pulled out and come started dripping down Wooyoung’s legs. He turned Wooyoung around and perched him on the back of the couch. He kissed the younger boy then brushed his thumb over the apple of his cheek.

“So pretty,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” Wooyoung blushed a little. Then they heard the front door open. Hyuk froze when he saw them. Wooyoung knew they were a sight - him completely naked, covered in hickeys, bite marks, and come, sitting on the back of the couch with San between his legs fully clothed, but his cock still hanging out.

“What the - Wooyoung? Dad?” he stammered.

“Hi Hyuk,” Wooyoung smirked. “You moved on to someone else, so I thought I would too.”

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Hyuk turned around and practically ran out of the house. San chuckled.

“At the risk of sounding like a bad parent, he deserved that,” he said. Wooyoung gave him a peck on the lips.

“Would you be up for doing it again?” he asked.

“I’d be up for doing it again maybe after taking you to dinner. Getting takeout and eating by myself got old very quickly,” San replied.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Wooyoung grinned.

“I am. Then I’m asking to bring you back and fuck you until you pass out,” San kissed him.

“That sounds like the perfect date,” Wooyoung smiled against San’s lips.

“Let’s clean you up, put some clothes on you, and get going,” San held Wooyoung’s waist as he hopped off the couch. Maybe Hyuk cheating on him wasn’t so bad after all.

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[pyrofics]

Pyrofics Masterlist (pyrophobia on AO3)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* all of my works in one place  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Title: Inked Words: 15,286 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Summary: Hongjoong wanted a back tattoo and Seonghwa agreed to help him with aftercare. Which meant months of showering together and daily back rubs that might've turned into a little something more.

Title: Calling Me Home (To You) Words: 65,629 Chapters: 7/7 Rating: Explicit Summary: Kim Hongjoong has devoted his life to rehabilitating mermaids and mermen back to their clans, going out of his way to support every aspect of the process he can, and wanting nothing more than to see them back to the sea that calls to them. Until he meets Park Seonghwa, a merman with a tragic past and a mysterious secret that teaches Hongjoong to find balance amid the rough waves that have sent them crashing into one another.

Title: Bound by Bullets Words: 108,809 Chapters: 12/12 Rating: Explicit Summary: Seonghwa, a gun dealer working for a licensed FFL holder, finds himself swept up in a world of illegal dealings after he became just a bit too curious about their favorite customer, Kim Hongjoong.

Title: Stay Here, Stay Near Words: 57,599 Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Explicit Summary: Hongjoong gets displaced after a fire in his apartment building, resulting in him being homeless over night. He turns to the only friends he can trust, Seonghwa and Yeosang, to help him out in his time of need, but his one concern is that the Omega, Seonghwa, is pregnant with another Alpha's child. Without many other options at such short notice, he reaches out to them, asking for their help until he can straighten things out with his insurance company, and they are happy to lend a hand for as long as Hongjoong needs, leaving the Alpha forever indebted to them. During his stay, he figures out a way to repay them.

Title: Filling In (Filling Up) Words: 60,874 Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Explicit Summary: Seonghwa started an OnlyFans while in university to help him and his roommate, Hongjoong, make ends meet, not anticipating his side-hustle to quickly spiral out of control, becoming his full-time job. His OnlyFans account gains him lucrative income, adoring fans, and a tight-knit team to help him grow even larger on the platform. But as time passes, Seonghwa is starting to get burnt out, and his manager suggests changing things up by doing a challenge going around the platform. The only problem is, it requires a partner, something Seonghwa has refused time and time again with the same excuses-he doesn't have a partner, he doesn't trust anyone, he is afraid a collaboration will go south-shooting the idea down for the nth time. Until one day his trusted photographer can't make it to their shoot, and Seonghwa is left to do it on his own, something he hasn't done in a while. But his roommate steps in, and offers to fill in for her last minute. Seonghwa is skeptical at first, since Hongjoong stays far, far removed from Seonghwa's profession, but when things go well-better than he could've imagined-Seonghwa doesn't see the harm in simply asking Hongjoong to help out a little more.

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Title: Nothing Beats the Real Thing Words: 21,648 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Summary: Wooyoung hasn't been dicked down in a while after a bad breakup & is losing his fucking mind because dildos just aren't cutting it and he's spent so much money trying to find a dildo that comes even close to pleasing him like a real cock would because he's sworn off men after his dickwad of an ex, but it's hopeless... until his friends set him up on a blind date that turns out to be the cute florist whose shop he passes every day on his way to work and who sometimes offers him pretty flowers out of his arrangements. Originally Wooyoung writes him off as being too sweet, too soft, too perfect, but eventually San melts his heart and fulfills his fantasies.

Title: Getting Into the Swing of Things Words: 17,719 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Summary: San is a club owner in need of a bartender for a VIP swingers party he hosts at his club every other Monday and Wooyoung volunteers for the extra pay, completely unaware what kind of swinger San was talking about, and finds himself catching the eyes of a few party goers, but one particular pair of eyes being none other than his boss, Choi San.

Title: Of Demons and Bee Gee Boards Words: 28,475 Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Explicit Summary: Wooyoung is a troubled university student by day, stripper by night, who jokingly summons a demon with his roommate, Yunho, and best friend, Yeosang, to fight his demons for him. What he doesn't expect is to summon San, a demon who can't stop annoying him with innuendos and corny jokes, who eventually does take care of him, but not how Wooyoung originally planned.

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