wooyoung san

san was definitely not relaxing.

hyungwon's hands kept finding their way to places san didn't want them, and the other kept coaxing him into drinking a little more.

just another sip. a little more.

his breathing was unsteady, and he couldn't look at hyungwon as the boy kissed his neck sensually and overall really grossly.

san's protests were drowned out by hyungwon's firm shhing, as his finger traced a line down san's chest. "you're fine, baby."

san glanced around for anyone who he might have an excuse to leave for. for anyone who could help him. but the only people within hearing distance over the loud music were too caught up in their own ordeals to pay much attention.

hyungwon must have noticed his desperate glance at them and mistaken it for worry, because he only laughed, pulling san closer to him. "don't mind kihyun and minhyuk. they don't care."

san smiled weakly, hiding his discomfort. the last thing he wanted was for hyungwon to take him somewhere alone, where truly no one could hear his silent pleas.

hyungwon pressed a kiss to san's jaw, and then to his mouth, holding him down with one arm to prevent the boy from struggling.

he wriggled, but to no avail, letting out a panicked "mphh" as the other continued to attack his lips.

"hyungwon- stop-" he tried, flinching as the boy grabbed his ass.

"why? you're fine, baby. relax." hyungwon assured him, squeezing once before pinning him down so that he couldn't escape.

san felt terrified, and trapped. there was nothing he could do. a hazy fog was beginning to layer over his mind, the noises of the party drowning out in a muffled buzz.

he was aware of hands, of unwelcome skin on his own, but he was powerless to stop any of it.

san could make out his own breathing, uncertain and deep, quickening unevenly in an unpleasant manner.

he was also dimly aware of his own voice, mumbling "stop",  to which hyungwon paid no attention.

"don't struggle." the other boy commanded, pressing him down firmly, causing san to give a small cry of pain.

"stop!" he tried helplessly. "you're hurting me!" but hyungwon covered his mouth with a hard hand, laughing an annoyed "shut up."

maybe he would just try to blur out all that was happening around him. lose his feeling as he fell endlessly,  retreated to the back of his mind.

but a firm voice broke his fall, catching him before he hit the ground, bringing him back and sending shivers down his spine at the sheer anger of it. "he told you stop."

wooyoung? his thoughts remained suppressed, the fog not lifting.

the newcomer took a step forward, and suddenly the noise of the party resumed, the bass of the music clearer than before. and he was all too aware of the disgusting feeling of someone trespassing where they shouldn't be.

"funny, because i don't want to." hyungwon grinned, placing a long, wet kiss on san's neck to prove his point.

san recoiled at the feeling, his body unnaturally hot. "stop, please,"

"you heard him." wooyoung growled, eyes dark and a moment away from snapping.

"this is for wonho." hyungwon replied bitterly. "we're sharing. if you can have what's mine, i can have what's yours."

"let go of him."

san pushed hyungwon off him as his grip loosened, scrambing off the sofa in relief and clinging onto wooyoung's arm, hiding half behind him.

"if you touch him again," wooyoung said calmy, his eyes giving away the storm of fury the boy felt as he took san firmly by the arm and began to turn him away. "i will kill you."

san was both afraid and strangely aroused at how serious the statement sounded, and stumbled after wooyoung as he practically dragged him out the door.

"slow- slow down!" he pleaded in a giggly manner, tripping over the blur of his feet.

but wooyoung only quickened his pace, his grip on san growing firmer and tighter.

"let's get out of here." the other growled, looking behind him once with a look of disgust.

san nodded wordlessly, figuring it was pointless to try and communicate with wooyoung in his blinded rage.

third person

the two drove back to the dorms in silence, san clinging desperately onto wooyoung's waist as the boy sped down empty streets on his noisy motorcycle.

when they got there, wooyoung's angry silence amplified, and he tugged a poor drunk san all the way until outside of dorm room 4419.

"wha-what's your deal?" san whined, trying to slow the other down.

channeling his anger, wooyoung spun him around, pressing san into the wall suddenly and pinning his hands on the wall. "my deal?"

san's eyes darted back and forth, his head tipped back against the wall as he viewed wooyoung through dark eyes.

"my deal, little choi, is that you were stupid enough to go to a college party alone, and-"

"you think i intended to get manhandled against my own will?!"

"no, but if i hadn't got there in time, who knows what would have happened? from now on," wooyoung paused, regarding san seriously with hooded eyes. "don't go places like that without me."

that's hot. "okay," san smirked, trying to free himself from the grip. but wooyoung didn't let go.

"that's not all." san waited, his heart doing a somersault and his ears burning with wooyoung's husky voice. "i'm also a little upset."

san, in his drunken state, raised his eyebrows, the words going over his head as he licked his dry lips, unable to stop his eyes falling to wooyoung's. "from now on, don't kiss anyone else."

at first the words confused san, but he was quick to realise what wooyoung was talking about, and a fresh wave of guilt sobered him for a second. "so kiss me, then."

"i thought you'd never ask." wooyoung smashed his lips onto san's with enough force to knock his head back, moving them together hungrily.

san responded eagerly with equal desperation, tilting his head up and leaning into wooyoung's touch as the other grabbed his neck swiftly to deepen the kiss.

winding his hands into the other's hair, san hoisted one leg over wooyoung's hip, as if to draw him in closer still. space became a distant enemy, each inch of the bodies pressed against each other, eliminating distance and satisfying what they both craved.

he tugged on wooyoung's locks, begging for entance as the other's hands cupped his face, fingers brushing his cheeks and obliging to san's request; opening his mouth to allow the boy's tongue in.

san's tongue swept around the cavern of wooyoung's mouth, not leaving any corner untouched, wanting to taste him everywhere, to know him.

the two refused to break the kiss, to even pause for breath, until they were entirely breathless, and even then, wooyoung's mouth found san's again, resuming the action with just as much ceaseless passion.

that was the difference, between kisses wooyoung had with san and every other kiss he'd had. never before had he wanted anyone so badly, and the want tore him apart, driving the passion he couldn't get enough of.

wooyoung's hands gripped san's thighs, pulling him up and hoisting him up onto the wall so both legs wrapped encircled his waist.

"open- the- door-" san breathed between kisses, winding his arms around wooyoung's neck.

the other fumbled for the key, a difficult task, seeing as he was trying to hold san up and deal with his needy kisses while trying to navigate his own pocket.

finally, he fished out the key, and unlocked the door sloppily, closing it behind them and falling onto the bed over san, who's legs remained wrapped around him.

surprisingly, san flipped them around, so he was on top of wooyoung, and lowered his head to press kisses to wooyoung's neck.

"you're drunk as fuck," the boy moaned, but he didn't stop the other's lips as they trailed down his neck and sucked on his soft spot, flicking his tongue over the skin.

"and so? you are too." he replied lowly, unbuttoning wooyoung's red shirt that he'd wanted to rip off him the minute he'd seen how good he looked in it at the party.

"i had like, two drinks." wooyoung gasped, placing his hands on san's back and rubbing the lose material hanging on his small form.

"small difference, jung." san breathed, pulling the shirt over his head impatiently and beginning to kiss the boy's toned honey chest. "besides, you want me, don't you?"

"more than anything." wooyoung let slip a groan as san's cold hands found his warm skin, setting them both on fire. "but am i not taking advantage of you?"

"i want you to take advantage of me." san moaned as wooyoung's hands slipped under his hoodie, riding up the fabric to expose his skin and just touching him. "so shut up, and take advantage."

his touch was everything. electrifying, terrifying, addictive, thrilling, invoking such indescribable pleasure in him he was scared. wooyoung was like a drug to him, taking him over, and hypnotising him into the singular belief that nothing else mattered, as long as he could have him.

wooyoung gave in, and although he was excited by san's drunk bold side, now that there was nothing stopping him, he wanted to take over.

san gave a little surprised sound of delight as wooyoung flipped them again, pressing his knee into san's crotch and lowering his head to the boy's neck.

but there wasn't enough satisfaction, and so san tugged the hoodie of his body to allow wooyoung more access to his skin, throwing somewhere in the room.

the other began to kiss across his prominent collarbones, licking and biting the tanned skin before leaning back to admire his work.

"fuck." san groaned, "these are going to show."

"good. they should know you're taken." wooyoung smirked, pushing his knee harder to increase the friction and make san more frustrated, shivering at the sinful sounds he produced.

"show me, then." san replied, unzipping wooyoung's jeans antagonizingly slowly. "show me no one else can have me."

"oh, i will." wooyoung assured him, watching intensely as san began to slide his own jeans off, leaving him in nothing but boxers and fishnets.

san suddenly felt a little exposed, pressing his knees together and blushing profoundly. the other bit his lip, taking in the sight as a weird feeling entered his stomach.

"no. i wanna see you, baby." wooyoung's harsh words contrasted his gentle actions as he pushed san's legs apart, climbing closer to him and kissing his forehead, both his eyes and the corner of his mouth.

"just kiss me already!" san pleaded, connecting their lips and sucking on wooyoung's lower one.

to break the kiss, the other bit his lip teasingly, moving his hands to slide san's fishnets off.

"wait," san, suddenly began to cry, his lip trembling slightly, emotions heightened by alcohol.

"what is it, baby?" wooyoung questioned, glancing up at him in concern.

"i- i don't know. i don't wanna have drunk sex with you." and with that, he sort of burst into tears, sniffling adorably as he rose up to rest his head on wooyoung's bare chest.

"or you don't wanna have sex with me at all?"

"no! i really wanna have sex with you, like, fuck me, but-"

wooyoung laughed, kissing san's head and encircling the boy's bare body in his arms. "i get it."

but even though this appeared to be san's sentiment, he wasn't ready to stop, and needed relief for the unsolved problem in his boxers. "buhosumff." he mumbled incoherently, cheeks reddening.

"what?" wooyoung questioned, leaning forward and raising san's head to look at him.

"but you can suck me off..." he trailed off quietly, looking up at the other through his lashes.

"can i?" wooyoung smirked, drawing lazy circles on san's stomach with his finger.

"yes..."

"just to be sure, i can do what?"

"JUST SUCK MY DICK, JUNG." san pleaded, moving back a little with his legs still on either side of the other.

"i will, fuck. so impatient for me, baby." he laughed again, sliding san's fishnets off with his boxers, earning a little sigh from the boy at the freedom.

he lowered his mouth to the length, his tongue flicking the tip teasingly. san shivered at the sensation, closing his eyes at the unfamiliar pleasure of wooyoung's mouth on him.

the boy took the the top between his mouth, tongue circling around it slowly. san, frustrated and yes, impatient, bucked his hips while he moaned, wanting wooyoung to have more of him

wooyoung took the whole length into his mouth, gagging unpreparedly as it hit the back of his throat. he ran his tongue up the length, licking around the base as be gripped san's hips.

the other was breathing hard, heat buiding in his stomach as he pushed wooyoung's head down. "fuck."

wooyoung raised his head from his dick, finishing the job with his hand before san came onto it, moaning his name.

"wow," wooyoung panted, kissing san's hip and down his v line.

"yeah," san agreed, a little overwhelmed. "now let me suck you."

"gladly."

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well it's official, i can't write smut for shit (is this even smut though dumbass)

one of my irls reads this book and i can never face her again SHDJSK

xxx