SNUPER
Woosung X Sangho

dom!woosung

Jalous but softness
Sangho is shy

“Happy Birthday!” Sebin cheers as he hands Sangho a birthday bag with a huge grin on his face.

Sangho hesitantly takes the bag that is sealed with tape.

“Thanks… but why did you have to give these to me in private, maknae?” Sebin sits down on Woosung’s bed and continues to wear his wry smile while swaying his feet back and forth.

“Just open it!” Sangho raises his brow then shrugs as he rips the tape off the bag. He looks inside, confused by what he’s seeing.

“Socks?” Sebin waves his hands upward.

“Pull them out!” Sangho lifts the socks from the bag and watches them unfold.

“Really long socks?” Sebin shakes his head and lets out a chuckle.

“They’re not called ‘really long socks’, they’re thigh highs, you’re welcome!” Sangho stares at the black socks, noticing the white bows at the top.

“What should I be thanking you for exactly? Are you trying to seduce me?”

“No way! It’s not for us, it’s for you and Woosung hyung!” Sangho chokes on his own breath and throws the socks at Sebin’s face.

“For me and Woosung?! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Sangho could feel his cheeks beginning to warm up. Sure, they have been secretly kinda dating, in a best friend way, not actually

lover way. But how did Sebin know that? Sangho’s solution was to deny, deny, deny to avoid any suspicion.

“You guys aren’t together?”

“No! Why would you think that?

“I don’t know… you guys are weird… you don’t have to lie, I completely support you-”

“I’m not lying! Ugh, Sebin!” Sangho covers his cheeks, attempting to hide the redness.

“Adorable! This is why these thigh highs would suit you… but I guess they are going to waste.”

“Uh, yeah. I appreciate the gift, but I’m never wearing those! Even if Woosung and I were together I wouldn’t wear them!”

Sebin throws his hands up and lifts himself off the bed, leaving the socks there.

“Okay okay, my mistake! I guess my Christmas present for you is a no too.”

“Maknae… what did you get?”

“Doesn’t matter now. I’m heading out, you should come back to the living room soon too, they might get suspicious of us.” Sebin said as he wiggles his eyebrows.

Sangho rolls his eyes and is about to hit Sebin when the door opens. The older quickly snatches the socks off the bed and stuffs them into the bag, hiding it behind his back.

“Hey, you guys have been in here long enough. We are going to watch a movie now, Sangho’s choice!” Suhyun exclaims.

“We were just about to come out anyway.” Sebin walks out with Suhyun and Sangho lets out a sigh of relief. He shoves the bag in the top of the closet, hoping to stash it away forever.

-

“Happy Birthday!” Woosung’s eyes turn into crescent moons as he laughs.

“Sangie, you’ve already said ‘happy birthday’ to me five times today!” Sangho sits up on his bed and looks down at Woosung who is grabbing clothes from the closet.

“I know, I wanted to be the last person to say it,” Sangho admits holding a pillow in his hands. Woosung laughs a bit more.

“Sangie has gotten cuter.” Sangho would be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat. He swears since the day Sebin had brought up him and Woosung, his feelings for him continued to grow, even when he tried to stop it.

Of course they had gotten closer and the fans still fawned over Sungho, but there was no Sungho, at least in the way fans wanted, and the way Sangho wanted. The younger decided to suffer through his feelings alone. He was a grown man and a professional, he knew he could never act on his impure thoughts, especially because it was Woosung, who is too important to him.

“Hey, Sangie. Where is Suhyun?” Sangho snapped out of his thoughts and hugged his pillow tighter.

“I think he passed out in the big room… one too many drinks,” Sangho chuckled. Pretty much all the hyungs blacked out after the mini adult party they threw for Woosung, knowing the boy deserved a few drinks and some fun. Sangho had offered to be the responsible one so the others could drink to their hearts’ content, but Woosung decided not to drink as much either to ease his burden. The older nods and heads towards the door.

“Going to shower now then.”

“Hey, hyung...” Woosung turns his head towards Sangho.

“Yes, Sangie?”

“Happy Birthday!”  Woosung can’t hide his teeth from showing as he smiles. Sangho watches as his hyung close the door behind him, subconsciously smiling the whole time. Sangho had already taken a shower and was about to go to sleep before he began to shiver from the cold temperature. Sangho climbs down the bed and opens the closet to grab a sweatshirt. As he opens it, he feels something fall on his head before it hits the floor.

“Ow.” Sangho rubs his head and looks down to find a familiar bag. He picks it up and looks inside to find the socks he’s been trying to forget about these past months.

“Why did I never get rid of these?” Sangho takes them out the bag and locks his eyes on them. He runs his finger over the cotton, surprised by how soft it is. He fiddles with the white bows that are displayed on both sides, admiring the pretty silk material. He holds out both socks in front of him and tilts his head.

“My legs are quite long… how did Sebin know if these would fit?” Sangho doesn’t know what kind of impulse came over him that made him proceed to take off his pants. A part of him wanted an excuse to return the gift to Sebin, saying they do not fit. Another part of him was just curious to know how they would feel on his legs. Sangho throws his pants to the side and sits on Woosung’s bed. He slowly slips on one sock, rolling it up his leg until it snapped against his thigh. Sangho holds his leg out and is taken aback by how good the material feels and the seemingly good fit. Sangho shakes his head.

“No way… it probably just seems fine because I only have one on.” Sangho takes the other sock and does the same thing, except with a bit more haste. He stands up and tugs on the end of the thigh high.

“Sebin, what have you got me doing?” Sangho is about to slide the socks down when the door opens. Before Sangho can even react or do anything, Woosung walks in, dropping his towel at the new sight. A startled Sangho, in the middle of their room, wearing a white t-shirt with nothing but black briefs and some matching thigh highs.

“S-Sangho!” Woosung stumbles.

Sangho looks around not sure what to do except try to cover his legs, which he found hard to do with only two hands. Sure, he wishes he would melt into the floor and disappear or maybe kill Sebin, but none of those were options.

The maknae’s too precious.

“Woosung! It’s not what you think! These are Sebin’s! I mean he gave them to me, but-”

“Why would our maknae give you those?” Woosung’s eyes pan towards Sangho’s legs and his face instantly changes color.

“A birthday present.” Sangho went with the honesty option.

“That day… your birthday. you guys were alone in our room.” Sangho avoids staring in Woosung’s direction. He honestly wants to cry.

“Are you and Sebinnie, together?” Sangho’s head shoots up and to an anxious Woosung.

“What? No, NO!” Woosung’s expression seems to loosen up a bit as he takes a step towards Sangho.

“Oh...”

“This is so embarrassing.” Sangho covers his face with his hands. Woosung stands in front of Sangho and gently removes Sangho’s hands from his face. Sangho’s eyes flick up, not processing that Woosung is holding his hands.

Sangho did not want to expose himself to Woosung and ruin everything, but he also did not want Woosung thinking he was somehow involved with Sebin. He decided which one he didn’t want the most.

“Sebinnie, gave them to me… not for him and me, but for-”

“Me?” Sangho parts his lips, not sure what to say next, He realizes Woosung let go of his hands when he sees him run his hand through his hair.

“That evil maknae ...I’m sorry Sangho, this is probably my fault.”

“What?”

“I may have told Sebin I liked one of the members when we were drinking a couple months ago… and it seems he guessed right.” If Sangho was understanding this correctly, Woosung told Sebin he liked someone and that someone was him. But he had enough of misunderstandings. He wanted a clear answer.

“Liked? As in past tense?” Sangho twisted the end of his shirt around his finger, anticipating the answer. Woosung shakes his head.

“No, like as in present tense. I like you. And I was going to properly ask you on your birthday but I chickened out when I saw you and Sebinnie go into the room together-” Sangho cuts him off with a kiss on his lips, cupping his face with his hands. Sangho pulls away shortly after and laughs at the older’s flustered state.

“I feel the same way.”

“Really?!” Woosung puts his hand over his mouth, realizing he sounded like a kid in a candy store.

“I mean I had kinda hoped that it worked, but I never thought.” Sangho wraps his arms around Woosung’s neck and leans in to brush his lips against his before kissing him again. Woosung laces his arms around Sangho’s small waist and pulls him in closer. They kiss each other softly, not sure what the other is comfortable with, however when Sangho feels Woosung’s hard-on against his own he initiates some tongue. Woosung moans lightly at the new sensation and clutches the back of Sangho’s shirt. Sangho had imagined kissing Woosung, but this was more intense than his dreams. Every touch sent electricity down his spine and every part of him ached, begging to be touched. Sangho continues to explore his mouth, feeling a bit weak at the knees. They separate and then kiss once more before letting themselves breathe. Woosung leans his head on Sangho’s and lets out a breathy laugh.

“I was so surprised when I walked in and you were wearing those. I didn’t think I could control myself.”

“You don’t think it’s weird, hyung?” Woosung nuzzles into Sangho’s neck and begins to leave a trail of kisses.

“Sangie, they look perfect on you. I’m so turned on.” Sangho smiles in satisfaction, gripping the back of Woosung’s head to pull him closer to his neck as Woosung continues to suck on it.

“Oh? What should we do about it then?” It seems Sangho has gained a bit of confidence from Woosung’s desire when he grinds his erection against his. Woosung groans against Sangho’s neck, making his skin tingle. Sangho subtly moves them towards Woosung’s bed and prompts Woosung to sit. Sangho gets down on his knees between Woosung’s legs and stares into Woosung’s eyes.

“You know, I’ve seen you masterbate before-”

“What?!” Woosung’s eyes widen in mortification. His ears grow even redder as he looks at the other male between his legs.

“I got back from a schedule early and you didn’t notice I opened the door. You were so into it and so cute. Ever since then I’ve wanted to see it up close.” Woosung gulps back the saliva that would probably be dripping from his mouth right now. Sangho cuffs his fingers around Woosung’s waistband and pulls down his shorts. Woosung’s mind was filled with curses. Sangho places his hand over Woosung’s bulge and asked shyly.

“Can I?” Woosung thought he would burst just from Sangho’s voice, he was already on the edge.

“Please...” Sangho peels his underwear down, revealing Woosung’s whole length. Sangho doesn’t know if he can fit it all into his mouth, but he would die trying. He starts with the tip around his mouth, making circles with his tongue. The response from Woosung was good, so Sangho continues while massaging his shaft up and down. Woosung clenched the sheets.

“Sangie, I’m-“ Sangho slides his lips off Woosung’s dick.

“Don’t come, I haven’t tasted every part yet.” Sangho places his hands on the base of Woosung’s cock and gradually takes him in his mouth, adjusting his tongue so that it fits. A vibration forms in Sangho’s throat and Woosung feels it throughout his body. He can’t help that his precum is already starting to spill out. Sangho bobs his head slowly, being cautious not to gag. To gain some air he pauses to just use his tongue and lips, licking and sucking every part of Woosung’s length. Woosung’s hands find their way to Sangho’s hair to brush his bangs out of his face.

“God Sangie, you’re so sexy...” Woosung bites his lip at the sight of Sangho’s damp eyes and swollen lips. The inside of Sangho’s mouth is like nothing Woosung has ever felt before. He’s gotten a blowjob before, but there was something about Sangho that made it hotter and wetter. He thought this must be what it felt like to be in heaven. If that was the case he would live his life out as a saint. Woosung had tried to hold it in for Sangho, but his cock was twitching so much in his mouth. Sangho knew he was close to. Sangho slide his mouth down his dick once more.

“Sangho, remove your mouth. I’m cumming.” Sangho just moved further down Woosung’s cock until he tasted his release in his mouth. Woosung lazily watched Sangho swallow his load and lick the corner of his lip to get every last drop.

“Shit Sangie...” Woosung gapes at Sangho, who is now rubbing himself through his underwear. With his thigh highs, along with his light whimpers, it made him look so innocent. Woosung lifts Sangho off the ground and onto the bed, laying him down so that Woosung is hovering over him. Woosung leans down and connects their lips, deepening the kiss before he directs his attention to Sangho’s neck again. Sangho didn’t know they would go this far. Sucking Woosung’s dick was the last thing he thought would happen, but now he was greedy. The feeling of losing air from swallowing Woosung’s cock in his wet mouth was amazing to him. He got a taste and was begging for more.

“Sungie, I want you...” Woosung looks up from his position on Sangho’s neck.

“Sangho, are you sure?

“I don’t know, I just want you so bad. My ass is twitching like crazy...” Woosung feels his cock stiffen even more. He crushes their lips together and kisses Sangho hard. It was a mix of passion and sloppiness, but the way he moved his tongue was gentle.

“Do you have lube?” Sangho asked impatiently between kisses. Woosung freezes on Sangho’s lips and lifts up slightly above Sangho.

“Uh...” Sangho lets out a frustrated sigh, as he looks at his damp briefs. Woosung rest on his knees between Sangho’s legs and mentally curses himself for not thinking this would ever happen and being prepared.

“We should stop then. I don’t want to hurt you or anything.”

“No!” Sangho wasn’t sure how he would finish the sentence, but he knew he didn’t want them to stop. Sangho glances down at his legs, almost forgetting he still had the socks on. Thankfully, it gave him an idea.

“Thigh fuck me.” Woosung coughs at the words. His eyes hover over Sangho’s pretty legs and the thigh highs that fit him so well. The phrase ‘thigh fuck me’ repeat in his mind, and from looking at Sangho, with his hand in his hair and his knees locked together, that was all he wanted to do.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Sangie...” Sangho slips off his briefs and lifts his legs straight up, letting them fall near Woosung’s sides. Woosung grabs Sangho’s thighs and pulls him closer. Sangho closes his legs and Woosung smushes his thighs closer together as he positions himself. His cock slides between Sangho’s smooth thighs and they both moan at the slick feeling.

“Holy, Sangho.” Woosung whispered in a rough tone. Woosung slowly fucks Sangho’s thighs before picking up the pace when his precum makes sliding in easier. The underside of Woosung’s cock rubs against Sangho’s as he goes in and out. Sangho covers his mouth, trying to muffle his whiney sounds. Sangho did not know what this would feel like, he just wanted to please the older, but it felt better than he had expected. There was something about a hard cock rubbing between his slippery thighs that excited him.  Woosung removes himself and changes their position so that Sangho is laying on his side. Woosung positions himself behind Sangho and slips his dick through his thighs, more easily than the first time. He wraps his arm around Sangho’s waist and reaches for his cock, beginning to rub it up and down. Sangho’s whole body tenses from Woosung’s hand. Sangho places his hand over Woosung’s, feeling the younger’s veins. Woosung puts his head in the crook of Sangho’s neck and kisses the exposed skin on his shoulder.

“Baby. Sangho. Sangie.” Sangho loved to hear his own name moaning from Woosung’s mouth.

”Why is it so good?” Woosung groans into Sangho’s ear. Woosung pushes more aggressively, causing the bed to rock, knocking over one of the birthday bags on the side of the bed. They both stop when they hear something fall on the floor. Sangho leans over the side of the bed and looks down at the object rolling away.

“Is that- lube?!” Sangho observes when the object slows to a stop.

“Lube?!” Woosung hops out the bed and grabs the small bottle.

“Where did this come from?” Woosung notices a label on the bottle and peels it off.

“From, Sebinnie...” Sangho laughs into the pillow, then lifts his head back up.

“We really need to thank Jaehwan later...now come back here,” Sangho pouts with his hands out. Woosung smiles at his cute dongsaeng and runs back into his arms, flipping Sangho onto his back. They frantically pull their shirts above their heads. Woosung slides down Sangho’s body until his head is between his ass. Woosung swipes his tongue over Sangho’s hole. Sangho whimpers under his breath, softly calling Woosung’s name. Woosung continues to lick over his soft spot, before he pulls out the lube and pours it on his fingers. Woosung rubs over his hole before inserting a finger.

“It’s okay, you can put another in.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m used to it.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t play stupid! You’re not the only one who masterbates.” Woosung leans down and pecks Sangho’s lips.

“You’re so cute baby.” Woosung enters another finger and pushes in and out.

“Does it feel okay?”

“More than okay.” Woosung adds more lube and inserts another finger, trying to gain as many sounds from Sangho as he can, even though he knows he can’t be loud. Woosung finally removes his fingers and rubs his cock at Sangho’s entrance. Sangho clenches the sheets next to his head as Woosung inches into him. Woosung grunts when he feels Sangho clench around him. Woosung bends down and lays on top of Sangho to whisper in his ear.

“S-Sangie, can I move?” Sangho responds by kissing his cheek. Woosung buries his head in Sangho’s neck and pushes forward. Sangho feels Woosung’s breath hitch on his shoulder as he wraps his legs around him,straddling and pulling him in closer. Woosung begins at a steady pace, slowly rolling his hips. Sangho holds Woosung’s face wanting to kiss him.

“Sangie...”

“Hyung...” Sangho presses their lips together for a slow and passionate kiss. Woosung kisses down Sangho’s jaw, while Sangho places his hand on Woosung’s shoulder, the other covering his own mouth. Woosung’s thrust become harder and hungrier. The increasing sounds of slapping and amounts of sweat increases their arousal. Woosung lifts himself up and holds Sangho’s legs. He kisses the black thigh highs and tries to seductively bite down on the bow, but just gains a giggle from the older.

“You’re so, dumb!” Sangho covers his mouth again, knowing he needed to keep his volume under control, however, that proved difficult when Woosung kept ramming into him like his, hitting all his sensitive spots. Woosung lets Sangho’s legs down and spreads them further apart for more access. Woosung considered where they were and who could happen to hear them, but all rationality went out the window when he was buried deep into Sangho’s ass. Woosung continues to spread Sangho’s legs even more.

”Ah, wait wait wait! I’m not that flexible!” Woosung immediately stops and tilts his head.

“Sebin said you were flexible.” Woosung frowns at his own comment, seeming to have pinched a nerve.

“What? You mean during that game on our show?! He was talking about my waist!” Woosung clicks his tongue.

“Flexible waist, huh?” Sangho takes in Woosung’s expression.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Sebinnie right now, when you’re the one with your dick in my ass?” The pout disappears from Woosung’s face and he nods.

“Point taken.” Woosung grabs Sangho’s waist and lifts him up until his cock is reaching his hilt. Sangho bites harshly on his lip, attempting to subdue a loud moan. His vision becomes blurry from the tears forming in his eyes and his ass feels a pleasurable sting. Sangho hits Woosung’s hand.

“Are you trying to get us caught?” Sangho said between light gasp.

“I just love the sounds you make...do I make you like this, Sangie?”

“Who else? Ah, hyung!” Woosung continues to make Sangho squirm under him as he thrust into Sangho. Sangho doesn’t know how he does it, but the way Woosung moves his hips is like magic. Woosung wraps his hands under Sangho’s thigh high covered legs and pounds into him more. Sangho grabs a pillow and smothers his own face, hoping it will muffle the sounds he wasn’t doing a good job at hiding. When Woosung slams into him, Sangho’s cock bounces up and down, spilling precum from the tip. Sangho holds the pillow tighter moaning every obscene thing into it. Woosung knows he’s not going to last much longer and just looking at the mess Sangho’s cock was making, he knew he wasn’t either. Woosung takes Sangho’s length in his hands and pumps him, wanting his hyung to come first.

“Woosung hyung, everything feels so good, it’s so hot. I like it so much.” Sangho muffles from under the pillow.

”Me too.” Woosung grunts softly.  Woosung takes Sangho’s hands off the pillow and intertwines their fingers, holding his hands as he uses his last bit of energy to thrust into him. Sangho comes and squeezes his hands tight around Woosung’s. Soon after Woosung sinks deep into Sangho and releases, cum filling his ass. They both breathe heavily, not sure if they will ever catch their breaths. Woosung removes the pillow from Sangho’s face before plopping down on the disheveled hyung.

“Sangie baby, please tell me that wasn’t a dream...”

“Well from the cum spilling out of my ass, I can confirm it was not.”

“I don’t want to get up, I just want to hug you.”

“We can hug in the shower, hyung.We’re sticky and gross.”

“Fine, fine, but can we kiss too?”

Sangho pinches Woosung’s cheek and is about to respond when the door swings open and both almost crawl out of their skin.

“Sebin, what the fuck?!” Sangho whisper shouts from under the covers.

“Oh shit, did I interrupt something? Oh, I see you didn’t waste any time using my gift, Woosung hyung.”

“Do you know how to knock?!” Woosung ask harshly, holding the covers over his lower area.

“Do you guys know how to lock a door? Wait a second, Sangho hyung! You’re wearing my gift too!”

Sangho realizes his feet are sticking out of the covers and quickly tries to hide them.

“What? No! Never!”

“Wow, I’m so honored I had a huge role in this fun!”

“Get out, Maknae!” They both say, making Sebin retreat.

“This is the thanks I get? Okay fine, but don’t expect more lube or thigh highs from me!” The maknae exits the room and shuts the door.

Woosung embraces Sangho who is still under the covers and begins to chuckle.

“Remember how I said we had to thank Sebinnie earlier?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck that shit, it ain't happening.”

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