#san x wooyoung

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pairing: jung wooyoung x model fem!reader x choi san

w.c.: 6.9k

tags: smut, some fluff, friends to lovers, woosan are reader's personal trainers

san got a little too excited watching you exercise in purple – his favourite colour – and wooyoung was nothing if not a tease. turning their attention back to you, they didn't expect to see you equally worked-up.

warnings: mean dom!wooyoung, soft dom!san, they're switches for each other though, wooyoung has a nipple piercing + a tramp stamp (hehe), san has finger tattoos, degradation (a little bit; reader gets called a slut/cockslut), praise (a lot), so much dirty talk, a hint of dacryphilia, nipple play (m & f), face sitting, oral sex (m & f receiving), face fucking, fingering (f), squirting, pussy slapping, overstimulation, handjob, mxm, spit kink (so much spit...), snowballing, cum eating/swallowing, unprotected sex (👎), multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, some humping, aftercare, nicknames (youngie, good boy; sannie; baby, pretty girl, good girl, sweetheart, darling), they're all idiots in love <3

A/N: so this has been brewing in my little kettle for a while and bam! my longest fic yet, and probably the filthiest... I put my heart and soul into this one, so I really hope you enjoy! ^^ (pls ignore any inaccuracies in the exercises,, I start wheezing after one flight of stairs)

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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San’s knees dug into the yoga mat under him, his hands – decorated with the black ink of his tattoos – secured around your calves, holding them in place while you finished up your last set of sit-ups. He could feel your muscles contract every time you pushed yourself up, relaxing momentarily as you laid back down on the mat. He often found his eyes wandering over the purple material hugging your figure, the way your shorts rode up your thighs each time you pushed yourself off the mat. With every powerful sit-up, he held his breath at how close your face would get to his – enough for him to breathe in the sweet scent of your perfume mixed in with the tanginess of your sweat, your soft exhale blowing over his face.

It had been years since your agency reached out to San’s company, hiring him and Wooyoung as your personal trainers. The three of you had developed an easy friendship, your sessions now packed with inside jokes and banter. Recently, however, you often found yourself looking at them differently – your heart racing whenever San’s hands brushed over your skin, skipping a beat at Wooyoung’s never-ending praise. As a model, you were required to remain fit, and despite the torturous exercises the pair put you through, you were glad you were able to see them regularly.

A gentle squeeze to San’s nape caught his attention, Wooyoung hovering over him with a coy smile on his face. One look over his shoulder and he could see the weights for the next exercise set up neatly in the corner.

“What’s got you so distracted? Can’t you see she’s barely making it halfway up?” Wooyoung’s tone was playful, but both your face and San’s flushed at his comment – you, because he’d caught you slacking off, and San, because he’d called him out for not paying attention.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, your chest heaving as the past two hours of taxing exercises caught up with you, sweat trickling down your temples.

“Cut me some slack, Youngie, I’m tiiired!” You whined, letting your head fall back, eyes shut while you caught your breath.

Wooyoung kneeled beside you, running his hand over the top of your head gently. “Yeah, yeah, take five minutes to rest then we’ll move on.” He smirked when you began complaining, pinching your cheek and pulling at the skin teasingly.

Looking back at San, Wooyoung’s smirk widened, teeth peeking out from between his lips when he caught sight of the man’s demeanour – his eyes moving between the two of you, hands still holding your legs, albeit slightly tighter than he had been earlier, his veins popping out while he shifted uncomfortably on his knees. Wooyoung’s eyes trailed further down, noticing the forming tent in San’s dark sweatpants, a scoff escaping his lips.

“What’s got our Sannie so excited?”

San’s whole body jerked at Wooyoung’s mocking tone – and the innuendo behind it – instinctively pulling his hands closer to his body and dragging your legs with them. You sucked in a breath when San’s hips pressed against you before immediately drawing them back, abruptly standing up and turning away from the two of you. You could see the bright red creeping up the back of his neck, San’s shaky hands scratching nervously at the heated skin.

“I-I-” San stuttered, roughly clearing his throat while he took quick peeks over his shoulder to attempt eye contact. “I-I’m so sorry- I don’t know why-”

Wooyoung chuckled, standing up and wrapping an arm around San’s shoulders, his eyes flitting down to his concealed bulge before he looked back up to speak. “Don’t worry about it, dude. I’m sure our (Y/n) understands, right?” They both looked back at you expectantly, and you nodded your head quickly. “See? Just take a walk and calm down. I’ll continue the session with (Y/n).”

Wooyoung let go of the flustered man, giving him a playful pat on his ass before turning around to face you again. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of you, taking in the way your thighs rubbed against each other, your eyes glazed over and fixed on San’s back. Wooyoung cleared his throat, startling you back to reality, and you instinctively relaxed your legs, giving him a full view of the darkened material at your crotch.

A wave of heat rushed to your face upon noticing Wooyoung’s gaze slipping down to your core, squeezing your thighs together again and sitting up. His head tilted to the side amusingly, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He reached back to grab San’s arm before he had the chance to leave, twisting him around to face you.

“Or… Would our precious (Y/n) like to help Sannie out instead?”

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You rolled your hips over Wooyoung’s face, gasping around San’s cock when the tip of his nose brushed against your clit. It took the man under you a few seconds to notice you grinding on his nose, soft whimpers vibrating over San’s cock as you took him in deeper, swallowing around his cockhead and revelling in the groans you drew out of him.

Wooyoung’s hands slipped under your ass, his biceps bulging as he adjusted your position until your clit was directly over his nose and his tongue at your entrance. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Wooyoung slipped his tongue inside you, curving it along your walls to press against the spongy spot that made your back arch. He could feel your thighs shaking around his face, moving it from side to side to nuzzle his nose against your clit, drinking up your arousal as it gushed into his open mouth.  

He pulled away, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip before speaking. “I know you love my nose on your pussy, but don’t you dare cum before San does.”

You hummed around San, hearing him grunt above you as he slid his cock over your tongue, a shallow thrust to remind you of his presence, but you couldn’t process the action when Wooyoung’s tongue was back inside you, mercilessly pushing into your g-spot, your orgasm rapidly building up in your lower belly. So you just sat there, rutting over Wooyoung’s face with your mouth stretched open around San’s throbbing cock.

San’s hands reached into your hair, the strands draping over his tattooed fingers as he gently tugged at the roots, throwing his head back when your moans vibrated against his length. He held your face and pulled you off him, bending at the waist to look at you with desperate eyes.

“(Y/n), darling, fuck- can I fuck your mouth? Please, I’ll be gentle, please-”

Yes, you wanted to say, but all that came out were gargled moans as Wooyoung tongued at your entrance, teasing your hole with the wet muscle, slipping it in and out as he pleased. He pulled off your cunt to speak, holding you over his face.

“You’ll let Sannie fuck your throat, right?” Wooyoung smirked against your skin when he saw you nodding frantically above him, San’s hands cupping your cheeks and his cock jumping in your mouth. “Be a good girl and open up then,” he tapped your thigh, bringing you back down on his face.

Between Wooyoung’s tongue ruthlessly prodding against your g-spot, your hips moving on their own to grind against the curve of his nose, and San’s heavy cock fucking into your mouth, you were left an incoherent, moaning mess with drool streaming down your chin.

“Fuuuck, baby, you feel so good-” A throaty moan ripped out of San, his fingers tugging on your hair to push you all the way down his length, his jaw slack as he watched your eyes well up with tears while you held back from gagging. “Shit- I’m not gonna last.”

You were a breath away from tumbling over the edge, thighs burning as you rode Wooyoung’s face, his tongue sending shocks of pleasure soaring through your abdomen. Strong hands wrapped around your hips, bringing you down on his face and wrapping his lips around your clit. It took two harsh sucks for you to fall apart, your whole body shaking with the force of your orgasm. You felt Wooyoung’s teeth brushing over your clit, giving the swollen bud a small nibble before pulling away and slipping out from under you.

San was in heaven, his cock twitching on your tongue as your soft moans sent waves of ecstasy up his spine. But then Wooyoung’s hands were slapping his off you, pulling you away from him to lay you down on the mat.

“W-wait! I was so close!” San complained, reaching his hand towards you only to have it brushed away again. “Just a little more, p-please-“

“You’ll have her back later,” Wooyoung gave him a stern look, and San backed away, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock with a defeated exhale. He settled down on his knees, watching as Wooyoung turned his attention back to you, your thighs still twitching with the force of your orgasm. His cock throbbed when he saw Wooyoung’s face, drenched in your arousal, his eyes ablaze with the purest forms of lust. San’s eyes moved to Wooyoung’s hand, veins protruding from the skin as he sunk two fingers into your sopping heat, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You just had to be a little slut didn’t you? Was my mouth on your pussy and Sannie’s cock down your throat not enough for you?”

“F-felt too good, Youngie, I couldn’t help it!” You writhed under him, his long fingers ruthlessly pounding into you and building you up to a second orgasm.

“Aw, you couldn’t help cum before Sannie? All because my tongue felt too good in your cunt?”

“Uh-huuh- s-so good!”

Your eyes rolled back when Wooyoung’s other hand reached for your clit, rolling it between two fingers while he continued his tormenting.

“But I wanted to see you choke on Sannie’s cum,” he bit down on your jaw, slipping his fingers out as soon as your walls began clamping down on them, smirking when you looked up at him in shock.

“Youngiee, ‘wanna cum!”

You were too focused on Wooyoung’s face to notice his hand coming down on your cunt, the sharp slap reverberating in the empty gym. Your hips jolted off the mat when he landed another slap on your clit, your hole clenching around air.

“I don’t think you deserve it, though,” Wooyoung jutted out his lips in a faux pout, quickly turning into a smile when he saw tears running down the sides of your face. “Aww, you wanna cum that bad?”

You nodded desperately, angling your hips towards him, only to be met with another harsh slap to your cunt, letting out a strangled cry that bled into moan when Wooyoung’s fingers sunk into you again, continuing their rough pace. You felt pressure building in your lower belly, flashes of heat rushing through your body as Wooyoung drew out desperate whimpers from your lips, leaning down to press wet kisses to your skin. He trailed his tongue over the sides of your face, licking away your tears as you finally came undone on his fingers.

Wooyoung sat back on his heels, pulling his fingers out to watch as clear liquid squirted out your fluttering hole, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you gushed all over the mat and Wooyoung’s clothed thighs. He couldn’t help himself, bringing four fingers down on your clit, delivering a sharp slap to your cunt, then again, until you were convulsing under him, pushing his hands off you as the overstimulation became too much.

Wooyoung pulled back, watching violent tremors pass through your body, your eyes shut as you basked in the aftershocks of your orgasm. His eyes moved to San, bending at the waist beside you to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, pausing to gauge your reaction before placing another on your forehead. The scene in front of him was sweet, intimate – despite San being naked from the waist down – and Wooyoung felt the insatiable need to disturb it.

San flinched when Wooyoung pressed himself to his back – so close he could feel the metal bar piercing one of his nipples brush against his clothed spine – hooking his chin over his shoulder and wrapping his arm around his small waist to press his palm to San’s hard abdomen.

“What are you doing?” San tried to ignore the shakiness of his voice, hoping Wooyoung didn’t notice, though the grin on the other man’s face told him he did.

“You said you were close,” Wooyoung sounded, his fingers toying with the hem of San’s compression shirt before sliding down to rest over his snail trail, the barely-there touch making the hair on San’s arms stand. “I thought you might need a helping hand.”

San didn’t reply, only sucked in a breath once Wooyoung’s fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, his eyes half-shut as he revelled in the friction the other man provided. He angled his head downwards, moving his tongue around in his mouth before letting it roll out, a line of his spit steaming down to meet Wooyoung’s hand, easing the slide over his leaking cock. San’s head lolled back onto the younger man’s shoulder, soft moans slipping through his lips while Wooyoung built a steady pace, squeezing around his base every time he drew his hand back.

“A-ah, fuck, ‘gonna cum,” San’s voice was strained, his chest rapidly rising and falling as Wooyoung twisted his hand around his cockhead, collecting the absurd amount of precum leaking from the tip and coating the rest of his shaft with it. “Don’t stop, I’m so close-”

“I didn’t know you could make cute noises like this, Sannie,” Wooyoung purred, his lips pressed to the shell of his ear, smirking when he felt San’s dick twitch in his hand. “Careful, I might end up making you squirt too.”

With Wooyoung’s hand avidly pumping his length, his warm breath blowing against his ear, the raspiness of his voice echoing in his head, San’s whole body shuddered as his high washed over him, hot ropes of cum painting your chest, some of it falling on your neck and chin. His heavy grunts were like music to Wooyoung’s ears, his hand squeezing out every last drop of San’s release until the older man was an overstimulated, whimpering mess, pushing him away from his softening member.

Falling limp on his knees, it only took San a couple seconds to zero in on your tits, following the cum sliding down their slope and leaving a translucent tint on your nipples. With two fingers, he smeared his release over your perked-up buds, taking one between his pointer and thumb and tweaking it until you were whining under him. San was awestruck, his body moving on its own, scooping up some of the cum on his fingers and bringing it up to your mouth – already open and waiting. He nearly moaned at the way your tongue circled his tattooed digits, your cheeks hollowing to suck them clean, prompting him to pull out only to collect more of his release and feed it to you.

Just as you were about to gulp down the bitter liquid, Wooyoung’s voice reminded you of his presence. A simple, “Don’t swallow,” and you were frozen in place, your mouth remaining open even after San pulled his fingers out.

Wooyoung was back on his knees beside you, leaning down to press his lips to yours, his tongue slipping inside to lick up San’s release, collecting it in his mouth before sitting back up. Twisting his body to face the older man, he grabbed his jaw firmly, squeezing it until his cheeks squished together and his lips parted. It happened in slow motion – Wooyoung’s lips pursing, tongue moving around as he collected the mixture of liquids before spitting it directly into San’s mouth and leaning down to connect their lips. San couldn’t process what had happened, but Wooyoung kissing him left him breathless, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt him graze the roof of his mouth. It was only when the other man’s tongue pushed the compound of spit and cum down his throat that his eyes snapped open, instantly meeting Wooyoung’s – already agape, lidded as they watched his blissed-out face.

Wooyoung’s other hand wrapped loosely around San’s neck, keeping his eyes fixed on his face, his teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Knowing exactly what the younger man wanted, San swallowed down his cum, maintaining a neutral expression as the tangy liquid washed down his throat. Wooyoung’s lips lifted after he felt his Adam’s apple bob under his palm, pulling away from San and letting his arm fall to his side, a triumphant smirk gracing his features.  

It was as if they had forgotten about your presence, emitting a small noise to draw their attention back to you. Two heads twisted to face you, eyebrows raising and eyes following your fingers as they carried San’s cum to your mouth, your tongue licking them clean. Your gaze was fixed on Wooyoung, taking in the sweat shining on his temples, his slightly parted lips – glossy from San’s spit – and finally, the tent in his sweatpants, throbbing at the sight of you. Your free hand reached for his shirt and tugged at the dark material, pulling your fingers out of your mouth to speak.

“Please, Youngie, w-want you,” you pulled at his shirt, finally breaking Wooyoung out of the trance he was in.

Throwing his shirt off, Wooyoung fitted himself between your legs, leaning down to mouth against your neck, the metal bar piercing his nipple cold where it pressed into your heated skin. “Did one little kiss make our pretty slut wet again?” He scoffed at the shy nod you gave in response, trailing his lips down to your chest and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, licking off the remnants of San’s cum. You arched your back, pushing your tits further into Wooyoung’s mouth and whimpering when he slid his leaking tip through your folds. “You’re so cute,” he brought his face back up to yours, the corners of his lips curled into an impish smile. “You want Youngie’s cock that bad?”

Just as you were about to stutter out a response, Wooyoung pushed his cock past your entrance, sheathing his whole length between your pulsating walls and groaning into your neck. “Fuuuck, you’re so tight for me, darling.”

Wooyoung gave you two seconds to adjust to the stretch before he began pounding into your sopping heat, his hands gripping your waist and his face buried into the crook of your neck.

“W-wait- hnnngh!” Your hands flew to his back, nails digging into the skin whole your body jolted upwards on the mat every time he slammed his hips into you. “S-slow down!”

“I thought you wanted me?” Wooyoung pulled away to take in your fucked-out expression, broken moans making his cock twitch inside you as he drove it directly into your g-spot.

“Y-yes, but-”

“So you’ll shut up and take me,” he held your jaw firmly, his other hand sliding down to your hip. “You’ll be my pretty little cocksleeve from now on, won’t you?” You felt a flash of heat shooting down to your core, your thighs twitching around Wooyoung, moans muffled as he squished your cheeks together, your lips parting as you stared into his eyes pleadingly. He used the hand on your face to give your head a curt shake, his chest heaving despite the stern look on his face. “I asked you a question.”

You nodded desperately, crying out a quick succession of yes and please. Wooyoung eased his grip on your jaw before pulling his hand away entirely, eying your parted lips momentarily before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth and hooking them behind your bottom teeth to open them further. You felt the hot wad of spit land on your tongue, mewling as it trickled down your throat, Wooyoung’s cock sliding against your walls deliciously, making the room around you blur so all your attention could go to the man ravishing you as though you were his last meal.

Knowing Wooyoung wouldn’t relent, you looked up at the man who would. San stared right back at you, his cock already half hard and twitching at the sight of you – thighs shaking violently around Wooyoung, sweat reflecting off your flushed skin, tears pooling in your eyes as he relentlessly fucked himself into you. San spotted the slight wobbling of your bottom lip, your tears now flowing down the sides of your face while broken moans and cries ripped through your chest, Wooyoung thrusting into you like an animal in heat, his own grunts muffled by your skin.

San slid himself behind Wooyoung and cupped his hips, hooking his chin over the other man’s shoulder to eye the drool leaking out the corner of your mouth.

“Look at her, all fucked out and sensitive,” San spoke softly, his hot breath blowing against Wooyoung’s ear, a shiver shaking the latter’s body. “Slow down a little-”

“Get off me, ‘don’t wanna slow down,” he interrupted, pressing his cockhead into your sweet spot and rolling his hips to drag his length further into you before returning to his unrelenting pace.

“But you have to, Youngie. You can’t break her yet, not before I’ve had my turn with her pretty cunt.” San’s fingers dug into the younger man’s hips, his biceps flexing as he used his strength to slow him down. Wooyoung resisted at first, but his eyes caught the way San’s hands gripped his hips – veins popping out and fingers turning white, making his tattoos look more prominent – and allowed him to guide his cock into you. “There we go,” San leaned forward to press a faint kiss to his jaw. “Good boy.”

His hands eased their hold on Wooyoung’s hips to travel up his body, feeling the muscles tense under his warm touch. San slid his cock over his perky ass, eyebrows raising and when he noticed the dainty butterfly tattooed over his tailbone, sensing himself getting harder. His fingers tweaked Wooyoung’s nipple, tugging at the metal bar until he was whimpering on top of you, biting down on his bottom lip while grinding into your clenching cunt. San brushed his thumb over the tramp stamp, smearing the precum that leaked from his tip over the black ink while rutting on Wooyoung’s ass.

The visual of San licking up the sweat off Wooyoung’s neck paired with the younger man’s heavy cock grinding into you was enough to push you over the edge again, your walls clamping down on him as black dots danced in your vision. You grabbed onto Wooyoung’s biceps, your hips frantically rolling to meet his languid thrusts while you begged him to fuck you through your high, breathing out a series of please and faster. Wooyoung’s hips picked up their pace, fucking into you as his own desperate moans escaped through his lips.

Your nails dug into Wooyoung’s skin when pleasure faded into pain from overstimulation, your toes curling and tears staining your skin, your body jerking every time he drove his cock into you.

“Just a little longer, shit, I’m so fucking close-”

San pressed himself to Wooyoung’s back, sliding his cock down his ass to brush over his perky hole, his cockhead pressing into the fluttering entrance – but not quite breaching it – while harshly tugging on his nipple. Wooyoung nearly saw stars, his eyes rolling back when he finally emptied inside you, warmth spreading through your abdomen as his hot cum filled you up, some of it leaking out while his cock was still inside you. He pulled his softening member out and flopped down on the mat beside you, his chest heaving as he recovered from his orgasm. Twisting his head to look at you, Wooyoung brushed a knuckle over your cheekbone to wipe away a stray tear, the fondness lacing his expression so gentle it sent a wave of warmth to your cheeks. Wooyoung looked like he was about to say something, but San was wrapping you up in his arms, and the words died on his tongue.

Gentle fingers smoothed down your hair and soft lips peppered feathery kisses over the tears drying on your cheeks. San’s hands slid over your arms, gentle fingers massaging the tense muscles. “You’re okay,” he muttered against your skin, “I’m here.” He brushed back the hair matted to your forehead, pressing a kiss to the slick skin before drawing back to study your face. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth at the peacefulness of your features, leaning back down to slot his lips against yours, fitting himself against your body – his shirt already off and thrown to the side – humming when your fingers ran through his hair. You parted your lips for him, allowing his tongue access to slip into your mouth, sliding over your front teeth before pushing against your own. You caged his hips in with your thighs, locking your ankles behind his knees to bring him closer, releasing breathy moans that San happily swallowed up.

“Sannie, ‘want you…” you mumbled against his lips, his own traveling down to press wet kisses over your chin and jawline.

“Are you sure, baby? You don’t need more time?”

Despite his concern, his tone was breathy, a subtle whine to his voice. Looking down between your bodies, you glanced at San’s cock – the tip red and angry, twitching when he caught you looking at it. So you shook your head, perhaps a little too eager.

“Want you now,” you insisted, sliding your hand down to grab him at the base, squeezing your fingers around him and relishing the groan it pulled out of the man on top of you.

San allowed you to guide him to your fluttering hole, dipping his cockhead into the stream of cum still leaking out of you before brushing it over your clit, your whole body shuddering under him. He angled his head down and spat on his cock, watching your ephemeral shock shift into arousal, coating his length with his saliva before dragging it back down to your hole. San’s mind fogged up when he finally pushed into you, his mouth hanging open as your searing heat enveloped him. Your sharp hiss brought him back to the present, promptly cupping your cheek and examining your face, landing one kiss after the other onto the flushed skin.

“I’m here, baby, does it hurt? Do you want to stop?” He glided his hand over your thigh, fingers digging into the plush skin before releasing it, his eyes soft as they took in your reactions.

You shook your head, using your legs – still locked at the ankles behind his knees – to push him further into you. “No, ‘feels good, Sannie,” you assured him, your nails scratching at his scalp.

“Yeah?” Aside from the cocky smirk curling the corner of his mouth, San looked absolutely fucked – lidded eyes, glazed over with lust, red spread out in splotches over his chest, heaving as he resisted the urge to thrust into you. “Am I making my pretty girl feel good?”

You nodded and rolled your hips into his, silently begging him to move. And taking one look at your teary eyes, San couldn’t help but oblige, drawing his hips back and thrusting into your heat, a harmony of moans ripping through the both of you. San felt so good, his cock brushing over your walls just right with every languid grind, fleeting touches to your skin only adding fuel to the fire burning within you. Using the hand in his hair, you pulled him down to close the gap between you, your tongues dancing in the middle before you began taking turns sucking them into each other’s mouths, slobber dripping down the sides of your face.

Firm fingers grasped your chin, startling you away from San and twisting your face to the side. Wooyoung was propped up on his elbow, looking down at you with a hooded eyes while he swiped away the spit leaking from your mouth.

“Look at our pretty cockslut taking Sannie so well… I bet he’s been waiting so long to have you, haven’t you, loverboy?” Wooyoung cooed, directing his gaze to the man on top of you and blinking innocently, a wicked smile on his lips.

It took San a few seconds to process what the man had said, the haze of pleasure clouding his brain. His hands flew to your ears when the words became coherent – an attempt to shield you from the feelings he had repressed behind locked doors, feelings he was willing to shroud so long as he was by your side, content to simply exist in your presence. His ears turned bright red, the tint spreading to his face and all the way down his chest. San’s heart slammed against his chest and into yours, its rapid pace almost alarming.

“Ya! S-shut up!”

“What? You don’t think everyone already knows about your little crush?” Wooyoung twirled a strand of San’s hair around his finger, mockingly pouting his lips at the flustered man.

Just before San could retaliate, delicate hands cradled his face and brought his gaze back to you. He nearly melted into the floor, mooning over the softness in your eyes – wide and glimmering – as they looked up at him. Mouthing “it’s okay,” you gave him quick, reassuring nod, a certain promise cloaked behind the glint in your eyes.

It was as though the weight of the world had lifted off San’s chest, his eyebrows raising as he fully took in the insinuation in your expression, eyes tearing up for a few seconds before he dropped his head down to connect your lips once again. The kiss was desperate but gentle, soft nibbling on your bottom lip, San’s hot tongue pressing against your own before pulling away to trail his lips down your face to your neck.

“You’re so perfect,” he mumbled against your pulse point, “so beautiful.” He revelled in the airy moans you breathed out while he sucked a bruise into your skin, then another, before licking a stripe up your neck to lightly sink his teeth into your jaw.  “Want everyone to know we’re the only ones who can have you like this.”

We – the pluralism sent the butterflies in your stomach on a rampage. Before your attention could shift to the neglected man to your side, San drew his length out until only the tip was left inside you, your walls desperately clenching down on it while you whined at the loss. But then he was pushing back in, finally fucking himself into your weeping cunt, your arousal mixed with Wooyoung’s cum squelching every time San’s cock pumped into you.

“Let me know if it’s too much, sweetheart,” San’s tone was so gentle, and yet you couldn’t ignore the growl in his voice while he basked in the flaring heat of your walls, his attentive eyes full of want.

“More,” you pleaded, your eyes never leaving San’s while he adjusted his position.

Wooyoung’s hand suddenly gripped the underside of your thigh and pulled it towards him to spread you out for San, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your cheekbone. San dug his knees into the mat, pushing further into you and remaining still for a few seconds until you began whining again. With a breathy chuckle, he began pistoning his hips into you, praise rolling off his tongue as your walls contracted around him. The world around him faded away until only you remained – the sweet succession of his name, the pleasure painting your features, the gentle tugging against his scalp where your fingers tangled in his hair. San couldn’t focus on anything else.

Until rough fingers made their way between your bodies, sliding his arm behind your knee to reach the place where you were connected. Making a ‘v’ shape with his fingers, Wooyoung hooked them around San’s cock, nearly moaning when he felt the way it stretched you open. A rough “ah” ripped through San’s throat, thrusting inside you to feel your cunt squeezing down on him then pulling out to revel in the glide of Wooyoung’s fingers around his slick base.

When he thought he couldn’t get any harder, Wooyoung leaned in to whisper in his ear – low and sultry while his fingers dipped lower to cup his balls. “How does it feel to fuck my load into her, Sannie?”

With a flabby squeeze to his sack, Wooyoung felt it empty as San finally came, his whole body shuddering as his orgasm washed over him, emptying his load deep inside you. San cursed under his breath, slowly fucking his cum into your used cunt while it spurted out of him, his cock throbbing at the sight of you writhing with the need to come. Wooyoung’s hand slipped off San when he moved to pull out, moving to spread you out again and watching the other man’s cum mix with his own while it leaked out of your gaping hole. He eyed how you clenched around nothing for a few seconds before San’s fingers slipped back inside you, the black ink adoring them turning glossy with your arousal.

“I’ve got you, darling,” he leaned down to pepper your face with soft pecks, his fingers hammering into you and curling into your g-spot. “Will our sweet girl give us one more?”

You nodded desperately, tears streaking down your face and moans slipping through your lips without restraint. Wooyoung’s hand kneaded your thigh, his eyes fixed on your swollen clit, visibly contemplating something in his head. You were too busy relishing the tender kisses San dropped on your heated skin to notice Wooyoung’s hand dropping on your pussy, the sharp sting making your body jolt under San. The pain from Wooyoung’s slap paired with San’s fingers mercilessly hammering into your cunt made your eyes roll to the back of your head, your thighs shaking rabidly as the pressure building in your lower belly released, sending you tumbling into your orgasm. You nails dug into San’s biceps and your hips simultaneously pushed to meet his thrusts and pulled away from them, delirious after being dragged over the edge so many times.

San’s fingers slowed as you came down from your high, tapping against the spongy spot along your walls and taking in how your hips jerked at his ministrations. Just as he pulled out of you, Wooyoung’s hand landed another sharp slap to your clit, making you cry out from the overstimulation. But before San could berate him for it, it was like a dam broke within you, hot liquid squirting out of your fluttering hole.

The two men simply watched the scene unfold before them for a few moments before San's body began moving on its own. With a hand to the back of his head, San dragged Wooyoung down to your cunt, taking in how his mouth opened on its own to catch everything you had to give him. San’s fingers tugged at the younger man’s hair, pushing his head into your mound and observing how his tongue rolled out to lick over your entrance, taking the concoction of San’s cum and his own into his mouth and swallowing it down.

You watched as Wooyoung sat back up, taking San’s hands and slipping the fingers that had been fucking into you inside his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking them clean. San eyed him with lidded eyes, studying the slide of the younger man's tongue over his trimmed nails. Before he could process Wooyoung’s head moving closer, he had already sealed his lips against San’s, sliding his tongue into his mouth to give him a taste of all of you combined. An unpleased whine rumbled through San’s chest when Woooyoung pulled away, his glossy lips forming a pout when he gave the tip of San’s nose a kitten lick and shot him a playful wink.

Wooyoung’s attention was back on you before San could even blink, spreading out beside your worn-down body and gliding a gentle palm down your side. San did the same, flopping down opposite to Wooyoung and brushing the hair off your face, leaning over you to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Is a five minute break enough before we start the next rep?” Wooyoung joked, giggling when you swung a limp arm into his chest.

“You’re insufferable,” you laughed, noting how San’s chest vibrated against your shoulder with his own giggles.

Wooyoung pressed his lips to your cheek, holding them in place for a few seconds before drawing back, only to plant a series of kisses down your neck and to your collarbones. “Are you feeling okay? Was it too much? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Your eyes softened at the concern lacing Wooyoung’s tone and you smoothed down the furrow of his eyebrows with a gentle thumb. Shaking your head, you brushed the hair off his face and spoke. “You didn’t hurt me, Youngie. I-I really liked it... all of it,” you mumbled the last part, a faint blush warming your cheeks at the admission. You could see Wooyoung's worry dissipating, a witty comeback at the tip of his tongue.

“(Y/n),” San drew your attention back to him before Wooyoung could tease you, noticing his burning ears and the fiddling of his fingers at your waist. “Earlier, you…” he cleared his throat, and you fought the smile off your lips while watching him struggle to express himself. You saw him gather up the courage to pry open the door he’d welded shut long ago. “I want you,” he blurted out, “a-and I don’t mean only in this way,” he flailed his hands between your bodies before reaching down to lock his fingers with yours, his anxiety turning into panic and making your heart swell with fondness. “I want all of you, I want to make you happy and-” he sucked in a deep breath before continuing. “I-I guess, all I’m asking for is a chance.”

“San-”

“You’re playing dirty, you dickhead!” Wooyoung interrupted, wrapping a protective arm around your waist. “Don’t try to steal her away for yourself!”

Your eyebrows raised in shock, trying to process the situation brought on by the two men bickering on either side of you, arguing about who would get the princess when the princess herself was unsure of what she wanted. Your infatuation with San was undeniable, every fleeting touch left your skin burning for days, every smile directed towards you had the butterflies in your stomach going rabid, eating at the insides of your stomach. Everything about Choi San was warm – his eyes, his words, his expression, all were laced with scotching heat, leaving you burning from within.

Whatever it was you felt towards Wooyoung was fiery, fervent, leaving you dazed and confused – what was it about him that drew you in? Perhaps it was his playfulness, or was it the way he changed up on you? One second Wooyoung was a friend and the other he was dropping subtle hints – a flirtatious wink, or a hand on your hip that held its place for a second too long for it to be friendly. You’d simply assumed him to be a flirt by nature, though one peek at his interactions with other women and you were proven wrong: Jung Wooyoung only treated you this way – as though you painted the clouds on the blue sky with your bare hands – and you found yourself rejoicing in that fact. Perhaps you’d already made up your mind, and it was simply your denial and cowardice that had held you back this whole time.

“What if-” you began, both men ceasing their banter and turning to look at you. You swallowed nervously, your mouth dry and your heart beating wildly against your ribcage. “What if I wanted… both of you?” You looked between their shocked faces, your voice small as you uttered the next question. “Is that too much to ask?”

“No!” They replied in unison, the intensity of their voices startling you.

Relief rushed through you and you closed your eyes to revel in the moment, the two men back to speaking over each other, going on about how they would do anything make you happy – “happier than a child at Disneyland,” San specified. The squabbling persisted even while they cleaned you up and helped you into your clothes, San shouting back at Wooyoung while he guided you through your cool-down stretches, the other man cleaning up the floor and wiping down the equipment.

As boisterous as they were, you found yourself smiling adoringly at the two men fighting over who would drive you home – matters that were trivial to you, but somehow meant the world to them. In the back of your mind, you knew you had a lot to talk about and discuss to ensure everyone was content, but right now, you couldn’t help but savour the pleasant feeling in your stomach, the soft fluttering of butterflies as two men you thought the world of doted on you. Their eyes were full of adoration, fingers twitching with the urge to hand-pick the stars from the night sky to make into a necklace for you, hoping it would come close to shining as bright as you do.

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[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.

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[cjsoleil]

My Performance For You Has No End (San x Wooyoung)

Summary:

San found himself enthralled by the pretty boy who comes into the Starbucks he works at. Even after they start dating, San is still driven insane every time Wooyoung comes in to tease him. One day, he decides to visit Wooyoung at his dance studio to give him the same treatment. He didn’t expect things to escalate so much.

WARNINGS: Smut (MDNI), frottage, blow job

“You know, I had someone order a frap with eleven pumps of caramel syrup today? Eleven, I didn’t even know you could order that.” San complains to Yeosang as he shakes up a strawberry coconut refresher that was mobile ordered. The scent of coffee fills his senses, something he’s more than used to. The elder laughs as he wipes the counter,

“Sky’s the limit.” San pours the drink in a cup and puts on the lid.

“I swear, that much sugar must lessen your lifespan by ten…” he suddenly trails off, staring at the boy who just walked in.

“It’s about that time again.” Jongho mumbles from behind him when San goes to up to the register.

“Hey.” He says with his signature, charming smile that makes everyone waver at least a bit. With the exception of the boy in front of him, unfortunately, “How are you?”

“Good.” The boy smiles at San, a polite smile, “You?”

“Good.” Great, now that you’re here, he thinks.

“How can I help you?” The black haired boy smacks his lips, pulling out his phone. Really, San doesn’t need to ask, he orders the same drink nearly every time he comes in. And he’s always consistant

Does that mean San could probably get away with quickly making his drink in advance? Sure. Will he ever do so? No. That would send him leaving even quicker, and this is the only time he ever gets to see the boy, so he takes avantage and maybe takes a few minutes longer than needed to get his drink.

After taking his order, he steps away and starts to make the drink, all while watching the boy subtly from the corner of his eye. His favourite customer is on the shorter side with short black hair. His face is soft and smooth and he wears small silver hoop earrings. His smile seems to shine and he always looks at San with such kind eyes. He can tell the boy has a mischievous persona of sorts as well.

San will admit it, he does find the boy attractive, but who wouldn’t?

San barely registers the process of making the drink, and much to soon he is handing it to the pretty boy. But he did remember to go out of his way to draw a little cat on the cup with a black sharpie, along with a few stars.

“Thank you.” He gives San a soft smile, and it hurts the red head how he is so oblivious to how that smile makes him feel.

“You’re welcome.”

The second the boy is out the door Yeosang starts laughing.

“Stop it hyung.” San whines and that only makes him laugh more.

“You’re getting worse hyung, now you’re flexing your muscles as you shake drinks.”

“I did not.” He protests against Jongho’s claim.

“Why don’t you ask him out and stop pinning over him?”

“Because.” San dramatically pretends to hit his head on the counter.

“He’s clearly uninterested in me, and if I ask him out then he won’t come by here anymore.” San stands straight with a little pout, “He probably also has a partner. How could he not?”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” The elder tells him, patting his shoulder, “And don’t dirty the counter i just cleaned.”

“He’s right.” The youngest agrees, “You’re not completely repulsing, and you’re still single.”

San knows he’s attractive. Fuck, San prides himself in being hot as hell. But something about the object of his attraction makes him forget all that. He makes him feel… he doesn’t know. Nervous maybe?

“Is that supposed to help me?” San sighs before clapping his hands together, “You know what? Yeah, next time he comes in here I’m asking him out.”

“You said that last week.”

“I’m sincere this time.”

“Said that last week too.”

The next day, San scrolls on his phone though it’s not his break. It’s not like anyone cares. He only looks up when he hears the familiar sound of the front door opening, footsteps patting in. He didn’t expect to be greeted with the welcome sight of his favourite customer. He’s never came in while San works his Sunday shift. It’s almost rude, doesn’t the boy know San needs time to prepare himself mentally before he comes in? Of course he doesn’t. He’s just the barista.

“Hey San.” Wooyoung says when he gets to the counter, the simple action of his name coming out of the boy’s pink lips is enough to cause San’s blood pressure to raise. Wooyoung’s eyes didn’t even flutter down to his name tag, keeping eye contact.

“Hey.” San replies, smiling a smile that is way too bright to be considered a classic customer service smile, “You’re an odd sight to see today.” Wooyoung’s nose scrunches up in confusion and he tilts his head. So cute.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh shit, no.” San curses as he realizes how rude he just sounded, “I mean, you don’t usually come in on Sunday’s, normally just tomorrow and Thursday. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like I didn’t want to see you, I like seeing you-“ based off Wooyoung’s laugh, San has most definitely said to much. The embarrassment is worth it though, because he made him laugh.

“I like seeing you too.” Wooyoung smiles, “Don’t tell your coworkers but you’re my favourite.” He says with a little wink at the end, making San grin.

“So what can I get you?”

“Ah, can I have a Mocha Frap please?” San inputs the order, albeit slightly confused by how much Wooyoung strayed away from his usual order. After the younger pays, San makes his drink, drawing a simple rabbit along with a few flowers on the cup before filling it and ensuring to put of the whip cream on evenly with a light chocolate drizzle.

“Thank you.” Wooyoung says when he’s given his drink. San must say this selfishly, but he doesn’t was the pretty boy to leave just yet.

“What brought you here today?” He asks to stall the boy from his departure.

“I come here on my way back from the dance studio around here.” San nods, knowing what place he’s referring to. He has friends who go there,

“I just went in there earlier to get some extra practice for a performance I have coming up.”

“Oh that’s nice.” San says, a bit awkward, “How long have you been dancing… for?” San unintentionally pauses during his sentence, as Wooyoung runs his right index finger on the lid of his drink, getting the extra whip cream on his finger. He brings it to his mouth with a hum, sucking his finger a bit and running his tongue around it, collecting the cream before taking it out of his mouth. His tongue slightly drags against his finger as he brings it away from between his lips, just flashing San for a second.

Fuck fuck fuck

It’s all San can think. He doesn’t know if Wooyoung is even doing this intentionally, a simple action making San almost loose his mind, blood rushing not only to his face but further down. He wants to lick off the the small speck of cream that remains on Wooyoung’s upper lip. Wants to kiss them until he’s bruised.

‘Get a hold of yourself.’ San tells himself, trying to force himself to calm down and to stop acting like a pervert, because that shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. Based on the smirk Wooyoung wears, he’s enjoying San’s dread.

‘What a brat.’

“A long time.” Wooyoung answers, snickering from the expression San is making.

Fuck it, San is not going to give him the chance to slip away.

“Go out with me.” He bluntly asks, instantly feeling blood rush to his face in embarrassment.

“Sorry I-“

“Took you long enough.” Wooyoung’s smiling, a lovely smile that San has been dreaming of seeing. Not a strictly out of politeness one, a genuine one.

“You knew I liked you?”

“Well, do you draw cute little doodles for all your customers?” To be honest, Wooyoung didn’t originally have much interest in the barista. Sure, he acknowledged the fact that he’s attractive, but other than that he didn’t really care. But as time progressed, he soon became infatuated with the red head. So much so, that now Wooyoung has a collection of plastic cups with drawings on them.

Well, San is happy that got his point across. Though he wishes Wooyoung would have made the first move instead of letting San embarrass himself.

“Only the ones I really like.” He answers, and he looks into Wooyoung’s eyes that are filled with mischief and care.

“I-“ San quickly grabs a black sharpie from his apron pocket and asks to take Wooyoung’s cup, which he allows. San writes his number on it then hands it back.

“Here.” Wooyoung laughs, probably at the fact he didn’t just ask to put it in his phone like anyone else would. San isn’t really thinking about that at the moment though, riding the high of this impulse action is working in his benefit.

“I’ll talk to you later then, hyung” Wooyoung tells him before leaving, waving slightly. San sighs with a smile.

“Yeah, later.”

One day at work, San was dealing with a little bit of a rush hour.

“Order for Chan.” He calls out as he brought two drinks to the counter. He read the next order and seeing the name momentarily lifts his stress away. Looking beyond the counter, San finds Wooyoung in just a few seconds, but he’s not alone like usual. With him is a really tall guy he doesn’t know and Seonghwa. Funny thing, San never knew that Seonghwa and Wooyoung were friends.

After catching Wooyoung’s eye, he looks away with a smile and towards the tall man with him. The onyx haired boy leans up on his toes and kisses the others cheek for a few seconds.

Now Wooyoung and San are dating, yes. They’ve been going out for quite some time now. Wooyoung still comes in on his usual days, but also squeezes in extra visits to see San while he’s working. It’s been great. So the undeniable feeling of jealousy and slight possession is completely justified in his opinion.

“Hyung.” Jongho’s voice brings his attention and he looks at the younger who is whisper shouting to him, “Do your job.” San nods, remembering where he is and starts doing something productive. Yeosang sneaks up beside him.

“What’s with that look?”

“I don’t have a look.” San responds, focused on making a drink.

“You’re mad.” Yeosang states, “Is it because of Wooyoung?” San doesn’t bother to answer, knowing that the elder already knows that’s exactly it. He’s not actually mad at him, but maybe more.. irked.

“He’s teasing you hyung, he does it every time he comes in here.” Jongho comments as he walks by.

“No he…” Memories flash through San’s head, Wooyoung licking the whip cream off his finger the day he asked him out, him unnecessarily bending over tables to talk to his friends, leaning over the counter to press fleeting kisses to the corner of San’s mouth and now today, intentionally being overly affectionate with his friends.

“Yeah he’s a brat.” San admits.

“You don’t find it annoying right?” Yeosang questions, with a twinge of concern in his voice.

“Of course I don’t.” San says truthfully, “What is annoying is that he keeps turning me on at work.” Jongho, who sadly happened to cross by at that exact moment, considers resigning.

“Hyung, can you please talk about your frustrations literally anywhere im not present.” The youngest sighs, “I’m going to report you two.” The two still actually do get back to work, knowing Jongho probably would out of spite.

“Just do the same to him.” Yeosang whispers to San as me makes his drink.

“Do what?”

“You know.” San thinks about for a second before a light in his head turns on, the gears turning as he plots a little something.

When he serves Wooyoung, he gives no reaction to make it look like the teasing had no impact on him, which is more difficult than it sounds. He hands him his drink and allows Wooyoung to press a kiss to his cheek, like he did with his friend before pulling away.

“I’ll call you later baby.” Is all San has to say to him before going to the cash, leaving Wooyoung with a little pout Yunho and Seonghwa pick fun at him for.

Wooyoung dances along to the music playing from his speaker. His body flows in perfectly choreographed movements, the time he invested into his work coming through. Yunho and other people from his dance class are with him.

He doesn’t hear the door of the studio open over the music playing. When he focuses on the mirror, he sees San standing by the door, making him stop his movements for a split second. San smiles seeing he’s been caught, and makes a little gesture with his hand to signal the younger to continue. After a second Wooyoung continues, and San stays watching while leaning against the wall.

After two minutes the song is done, and Wooyoung lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat of his face, intentionally flashing his abs to his red haired boyfriend. San doesn’t give him much of a reaction, he just grins with a shake of his head as Wooyoung walks over to him,

“Shouldn’t you be working?”Wooyoung asks with a soft smile, San lifts his hand to show the iced americano he brought. Today San drew two swans facing each other, forming a heart.

“Called in sick today.” Is San’s response, handing the drink to the younger.

“Hm, why’d you lie?” San hums and wraps his arms around his waist.

“Wanted to see you.” He murmured against Wooyoung’s neck, pressing a kiss there. He laughs a bit and pushes the elder away from him before taking a sip of his drink.

“Wooyoung.” He looks to the side to see Yunho coming towards them, “I’m heading out to meet up with Mingi. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah.” Wooyoung nods, feeling San throw an arm over his shoulder. Usually Wooyoung and Yunho get food or something together during their break. Yunho gives San a quick greeting, one that the younger returns before leaving with his bag. Everyone leaves during the hour long break they have, usually it’s shorter but because this is simply extra practice for a banquet coming up and not the actual dance class, they go for a long break.

Once everyone leaves, San hugs Wooyoung from behind, slightly swaying as he admires his boyfriend in the mirror. A light sheen of sweat covers his skin, but San doesn’t mind at all. He slides his hands under the younger’s shirt and runs his hands against Wooyoung’s bare skin. He drags his nails against his abs and smiles when he feels Wooyoung sigh happily against him. His eyes flutter shut as he relaxes in San’s comforting hold. They shoot open again when the red head starts to feel up his chest.

Wooyoung turns around in San’s arms, reaching up to wrap one arm around his shoulders. The other stays at his side, still holding his coffee.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He whispers against the red head’s lips. San grabs his drink from him, he moves his other hand to Wooyoung’s ass.

“Is it a crime to display my care for you?” San questions with a hum, lightly kissing Wooyoung’s lips. He tastes like the americano San brought him.

“You’re up to something.” Wooyoung says between kisses, cupping the elder’s face.

San only smiles, and starts to kiss Wooyoung with a bit more intensity. They stay like that, standing in nearly middle of the dance studio, exchanging kisses and small touches. After a few minutes San pulls away before bending down and putting the cup on the floor. When he stands back up, he grabs the backs of Wooyoung’s thighs and picks him up, making the younger let out a surprised little gasp and wrap his legs around San’s waist and arms around his neck.

San walks forward until Wooyoung’s back meets the glass of a mirror. He nearly shivers at the cold material touching his lower back where his shirt has ridden up, but the heat of San’s mouth on his neck contrasts that.

“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asks again, pulling San away from his neck by his hair.

“You always tease me when I’m working.” San tells him, leaning in to kiss the skin behind the younger’s ear,

“When I can’t do anything about it. Thought I’d come here, turn the tables. You know?” Wooyoung hums as he runs a hand through the other’s red hair.

“So what? This is your attempt on getting me back?” He turns San’s head so he can lean in and kiss him gently. He runs his tongue along the elder’s upper lip before biting his lower one. San squeezes Wooyoung’s thighs a little too hard, but he doesn’t mind. He finds the feeling pleasurable in a way. San inches forward so his hips slot with Wooyoung’s, the friction making him have to stifle a gasp. San doesn’t bother doing so, letting out a small moan.

Wooyoung laughs a bit, pulling the other’s hair.

“Be realistic Sannie. You can’t stop at just teasing. You need more than that, yeah?” San knows he’s right, he didn’t actually expect to come to the studio and not have anything happen. He can’t help it, everything about Wooyoung is just so mesmerizing. The way his laugh, his bratty personality, the feeling of his skin. How could San ever just tease when he can have more? San just wants all that Wooyoung is comfortable with giving.

“We have less than an hour hyung.” Wooyoung mumbles against San’s lips.

“So we have plenty of time.” San responds, before hiking Wooyoung up a bit and kissing him harshly. His head falls back against the mirror, and when San moves to direct his attention to the younger’s neck, Wooyoung tilts his head to rest his warm cheek on the cool glass. His breaths fog up a spot on the mirror, just for it to disappear and reappear.

Suddenly Wooyoung kicks San’s back.

“Let me down.” He’s quick to obey the command, not wanting to cross a boundary.

“Sit down.” San obey’s again, though slightly confused as he sits on the floor. Wooyoung follows him down and sits on his lap. The position makes it so San can feel how hard the other is.

“Woo-“ San cuts himself off with a moan as Wooyoung starts to grind against him.

“Just let me-“ he whines a little, wrapping his arms around San’s shoulders to stable himself. San rests his hands on Wooyoung’s waist but doesn’t move him at all. He lets Wooyoung set the pace.

“Sannie.” Wooyoung moans his name, rutting faster against San. He starts to kiss the younger’s neck, making sure to leave a number of marks. He cries out, now losing his rythme, moving frantically to chase his pleasure.

San gives bites at the earring Wooyoung wears, nipping his ear a few more times before he looks to the side at the mirror and moans at the sight. Fuck, he can imagine teasing Wooyoung open on his fingers as he forces him to watch himself. Having the younger ride him and see every expression he makes in the mirror.

“Shit. I want you so fucking bad.” He grabs Wooyoung’s waist and urges him to shoved him down against his lap.

“Wanna fuck you in front of this mirror, make you watch as I take you apart.”

“Big talk, can you- ah- follow through?” Wooyoung questions, sitting up and lifting his white tank top to reveal his whole torso to San.

“Brat.” He leans forward and kisses along his chest, leaving red marks as he moves along. Soon, San moves one hand to pinch one of Wooyoung’s nipple as he sucks the other one. The action makes the younger wrap his arms around San’s head, so the hem of his tank top rests on the top of the barista’s head. San runs his tongue over it multiple times before sucking his nipple hard, making Wooyoung’s hips stutter. He bites him before pulling away with a final swipe of his tongue, soothing the ache he cause before moving to give the other side the same treatment.

With no warning, San suddenly grabs Wooyoung’s hips and flips their position so Wooyoung is laying flat on the ground with Sam on top of him. He thrusts hard against Wooyoung, making the younger boy cry out.

“So good.” He jerks his hips up to meet San’s, making them both let out choked gasps.

Wooyoung is already so close to coming. His shirt has ridden down, rubbing against his sensitive chest as San rubs against his lower half. So close, he’s right there-

“No!” He cries out when San suddenly pulls away from him completely.

“Shh I’m sorry.” San whispers as he stands up and forces Wooyoung to get up as well. They both take deep breaths to stabilize themselves, Wooyoung being taken aback by the sudden end,

“Why did you-“ the door to the studio opens, making Wooyoung jump away from San.

A girl, one of the dancers, comes inside the room. She looks at the two and gives a tight lipped smile.

“Hey Wooyoung.” She greets awkwardly before rushing to a bench over by the side wall and picking up her phone. Clearly she forgot to grab it earlier. She avoids looking at the boys as she leaves, only waving her hand at them from behind as she scurried out the door.

“Do you think we traumatized her?” Despite catching them just standing, it’s obvious they were up to something by their flushed faces and messed up hair. Not to mention she may have heard their moans from outside the room.

“Hopefully not.” Wooyoung replies, still slightly breathless. Really, they’re all probably equally mortified. Wooyoung looks up to where the clock hangs on the wall,

“Thirty minutes.” He steps closer to San so their chest to chest and starts to nip at the older’s neck.

San is taken back by the gesture, he assumed that they would stop after almost getting caught. Or because they have only half an hour left before more people actually started to show up.

“Baby, we don’t have time.”

“What happened to having more than enough.” San groans slightly, rubbing Wooyoung’s waist.

“Do you even have a change of clothes? Because I don’t.“

Wooyoung hums against the juncture of his neck and shoulder. San raises a good point. After a few moments, he gives San a quick kiss on his neck before dropping to his knees infront of him. The barista’s eyes widen as Wooyoung starts to undo his pants.

“Woo you don’t have to.” San insists, petting the younger’s hair, “I’m here for you.” They have done this a few times in their relationship, but San likes it to be clear that Wooyoung is doing something because he wants to. Besides, he really did come here with the intention of pleasuring Wooyoung.

“I know.” Wooyoung says, the soft tone of his voice shows how much he really does appreciate the concern, despite it being unnecessary. Wooyoung will only ever do what he wants to do.

He pulls down San’s pants along with his boxers, relishing in the way San runs his hands through his black hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Wooyoung places his hands on San’s bare thighs and leans in.

“Fucking shit!” San swears when Wooyoung unexpectedly swallows him whole. He slams one hand to the side and hits the mirror. It’s honestly shocking the glass didn’t shatter. His other hand tightened its grip on Wooyoung’s hair, but he’s quick to sooth the ache he must have caused by petting his hair back. Wooyoung is such a demon, with the way he runs his tongue along San’s cock and leans back every now and then to place gentle kisses on the sensitive skin. The barista moans at the feeling, and only gets louder when he looks in the mirror.

“S’pretty jagiya.” He praised the younger, running his thumb against Wooyoung’s lips where he’s stretched around him.

“You’re- shit- you’re so beautiful.” San gently thrusts into Wooyoung’s mouth, making him gag slightly. But with the way Wooyoung moans around him, he clearly enjoys it.

“With your bratty mouth full- fuck- you’ve finally- shut up for once.” He cups Wooyoung’s face and holds him still as he moves faster. His breaths become heavier and Wooyoung moans around him again, the feeling runs through San’s entire body. He throws his head back as he gets his sweet relief, trying not to pull Wooyoung’s hair too hard.

After a few moments, Wooyoung pulls away and licks San clean as he settles his mind a bit. San gently nudged Wooyoung away before pulling up his clothes. He looks down at the younger. San smiles, seeing that his lovely boyfriend has made a complete mess of himself, saliva coats his lips, unshed tears are in his eyes and his whole face is red from the mixture of lack of air and arousal.

“You okay?” San asks, and Wooyoung nods, leaning into the comforting touch of San’s hand in his hair.

“C’mere.” He lifts Wooyoung up from under his arms and brings him into his chest for a hug, holding the smaller boy tightly against him. Rubbing his back, San kisses along his jaw before giving a long kiss on his lips. His hands start to travel down towards the waist of Wooyoung’s pants, but the younger quickly grabs his hand to stop him.

“Honey?”

“Don’t need to.” Wooyoung mumbles, nuzzling into San’s neck.

San takes a second to register what that means but when he holds Wooyoung even tighter when he does.

“Sweet jagi.” If San would have looked down and focused a little bit more, he would have saw Wooyoung rutting frantically against his own hand until he came.

San kisses the top of the shorter boy’s hair a few times,

“Do you wanna fake sick with me?” Wooyoung laughs a bit before pulling back, smiling up at his boyfriend.

“Well, I don’t want to be seen like this.” He gestures to himself.

“You mean anyone else.” San teases, as Wooyoung goes to get his phone. He walks with a grimace, he didn’t really think of the consequences to his actions earlier, even though San mentioned it. So now he’s going to have to tolerate the uncomfortable feeling of his come soaked boxers until San takes him home.

Wooyoung sends a quick text to his group chat saying that we won’t be there for the rest of practice since he started to feel unwell. While he does that, San grabs his bag for him and holds one of his hands.

“Do you want me to carry you to my car?”

“Kinda.” Wooyoung screeches when San suddenly picks him up bridal style and holds onto his shoulders for stability.

“Hyung! I was kidding.”

“Let me take care of you Wooyoung.” San insists.

“Wait.” Wooyoung says before San walks towards the door, “Grab my drink.”

“I’ll just buy you a new one.”

“No. Grab it.” San groans but still walks across the room and kneels down, still adamant on holding the boy. Wooyoung grabs the watered down drink and pats the barista’s shoulder with his other hand.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“I am never going to be able to be in that room without having horrible thoughts, are you happy?” Wooyoung complains to San as he starts to drive, one hand resting on the younger’s thigh.

“I’m happy you will be thinking of me.” San innocently smiles. Taking a quick sip of his drink, Wooyoung pouts.

“What?”

“The ice melted, so it’s not that good now.”

“I said I would buy you a new one.” Wooyoung shakes his head, looking down at the swan drawing on the cup.

“I needed the cup. Not the drink.”

“Why?” San questions, keeping his eyes on the road. Wooyoung shifts, still very uncomfortable with the state of his boxer’s.

“The drawings.” Is Wooyoung’s simple answer. San thinks about his words for a minute, and at the next red light he turns his head to look at his boyfriend properly.

“You keep the cups?” San looks so happy, he is so happy. His boyfriend keeps little mementos of him, despite being together all the time. The gesture is everything. Wooyoung nods, a little embarrassed by San knowing that he quite literally keeps trash because it reminds him of his boyfriend.

“Drive.” San looks back at the road and sees the light is green. San grabs Wooyoung’s hand and lifts it up to his lips, giving the back of his hand a loud kiss as he starts to drive them home. Though both can argue home is right where the other is.

[atzsource]

cuties ♡

[userwoosan]

Just woosan being woosan

Cr. Poeavne on tiktok

[parmesannie]

biting: an (excessive) woosan love language ❤️

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write 2k24 - Day 15

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

A/N: This fic flopped hard on AO3, but y’all seemed to like it so here’s some bonus content for you

“They know. I don’t know how, but they know,” San was on the verge of panic. This was not how Wooyoung preferred to be woken up.

“Who knows what?” Wooyoung mumbled into the pillow.

“My parents and what you used to do,” San replied. Wooyoung rolled on his back and looked up at his boyfriend.

“How do you know they know?” he asked, still mostly asleep.

“They want to meet for dinner with just me. The only time they ever want to do that is if I’m in trouble,” San explained. Wooyoung reached up and weaved their fingers together.

“Did they tell you that’s what it’s about? You know I permanently referred out all my clients right after we ran into them at the restaurant,” Wooyoung said.

“Well…no…they just said they wanted to have dinner with just me,” San admitted.

“So why are you panicking when you don’t know?” he asked.

“Because I’ve been waiting for this to happen since we started seeing each other,” Wooyoung pulled San back down and draped himself over his larger frame.

“That’s almost two years,” he pointed out. San rested his hand on Wooyoung’s waist and his cheek on the top of his head.

“Yes,” San confirmed.

“Baby, your mom and I get manis together every week. She adores me. The fact that I happened to be an escort when we met isn’t a big deal,” Wooyoung sighed. He knew San had continued to obsess over his parents finding out that Wooyoung was a sex worker previously, but clearly he’d underestimated just how much. “I can solve this in about 5 minutes, you know that, right?”

“How?” San looked down at him.

“Pass me my phone,” Wooyoung instructed.

“You’re not gonna…” San started.

“Call your mom and ask? Yes, yes I am,” Wooyoung held his hand up and San reluctantly gave Wooyoung his phone. Wooyoung hit a button and it began ringing.

“You have my mom on speed dial?” San raised an eyebrow.

“I told you. She loves me. You’re on speaker so hush,” Wooyoung kissed his cheek.

“Wooyoung? This is early for you,” Mrs Choi said when she answered the phone.

“I know, but San said I wasn’t invited for dinner and has gotten himself all worked up about it,” he replied in his best pouty voice. San wasn’t the only Choi helpless when he resorted to pouting.

“I told his dad we should’ve invited both of you but you know how stubborn he can be,” she sighed. “He wants to give San our blessing if he decides to propose. You have been together for almost 2 years now.”

“Well that’s…wow…I don’t really know what to say. San was convinced it was about something else entirely,” Wooyoung replied. San’s father was very traditional and his son coming out had been difficult for him to accept. However, once both San and his mother assured him he was still the same person he never brought it up again. Giving his blessing for them to get married was a huge deal.

“You mean the escort thing?” Mrs Choi said.

“You knew? How long?” San couldn’t stop himself. Wooyoung huffed and swatted his boyfriend on the chest.

“At least a year. Your friends aren’t as good at keeping secrets as they think they are. Especially after a glass or two of champagne,” Mrs Choi replied.

“Does Dad know?” San asked.

“Of course he does. It took a little explaining and then calming him down at your entire friend group, but he was never upset with either of you,” she said. “I’ll tell him that you’re bringing Wooyoung to dinner anyway.”

“This was his idea of a surprise, wasn’t it?” Wooyoung asked.

“He tries,” Mrs Choi laughed a little. “I’ll see you two tonight. Dress nicely.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

“So where’s my ring?” Wooyoung teased.

“Soon enough, my love. Soon enough,” San kissed him.

[littleocean-rose]

If you wanna read a good reader insert story, i recommend you read Cheollipop’s story there, there, kitty!! It didn’t show in the tags when it was first posted so this is a boost! Please give it a shot, you won’t regret it! ^ v ^

[thenewblackcanvas]

can you imagine Woosan both being in love with you helped them figure out their feelings for each other. they were both in denial so y’all decided on a poly relationship where they are both you’r boyfriend but they aren’t boyfriends until one fateful day the dam broke. Tears and embraces then moans and caresses.

the real feelings came out that night, now you’re snuggled together on the couch on New Year’s. Wooyoung leaning against San and you against wooyoung.

“It’s been a good year” san sighs happily

[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.

[dionysushyung]

i do believe in the power of tumblr tags.

can someone share a fanfiction where san is a ballet dancer and woo is a bad boy/rule breaker? would like to read one. please share w me <3

[atzsource]

♡ we shine like eternal woosanshine ♡

[absentcaryatid]

ATEEZ as Happily Partnered Teachers

A fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

All eight members in love and a little about their work at school based on this post by @twancingyunhao setting up their roles. Thank you my friend for generously giving permission to write about your characters.

2.3K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, food

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It had been an exhausting two days. While your regular classes had some time off, you had been meeting the next semester's incoming kindergarten students along with their parents. Now you were tasked with coming up with two balanced class lists. Placing your head down on crossed arms, you felt like you could nap at the table and you had not even been as active as Wooyoung. Mr. Jung, your colleague on the kindergarten team at your elementary school, had been amazing at chatting with the mothers and fathers. While you focused on getting to know the future students a little he had been able to put families' fears to rest about the transition many saw as their child's first 'real school' experience.

That distinction was always a strange one since your time in both preschool and daycare during teacher training showed you those jobs were every bit as serious about educating at far less pay for the teachers and for more difficult and less respected work. It was at one of those placements where you had first met Wooyoung while he had been earning his teaching degree from another college. Despite the vast differences in your personalities and teaching styles, you found yourselves very compatible in the workplace and with a lot to learn from each other.

It helped matters when you told Wooyoung early on you were comfortable if he needed to get up and move around in meetings. Leaning on chairs, dancing about, and even laying on the table freed his mind to think better when he did not have to focus on keeping his body still. It gave you great sympathy for your students with similar antsy tendencies. His classroom was visually jumbled with too much on the walls for your taste while yours was quieter and calming but both of you were adored by your students. It had been quite a blessing to discover your friend had been hired at the same school as yourself and the year had been a good one so far.

Wooyoung was waiting for a first or second grade position to become available somewhere in the school system but until then he had been happy to take the second kindergarten classroom when the position opened up. Due to just hitting over the student enrollment maximum and having to split the load, it gave you each a very manageable amount of students and a new favorite coworker. You liked knowing the man in the classroom beside yours was always up for whatever you threw his way. Wooyoung had liked the school so much, particularly his fellow instructors, that he was no longer looking for a grade change for the next year if it meant leaving this location that had become his home.

He patted your arm before you could fall asleep in the comfortable position and promised to take you out to dinner if you two got the class lists for the future students knocked out within the hour. Approving of the idea, you asked, “Should we see if San wants to join us? I can yawn my head off halfway through and bow out leaving the two of you to the meal together.”

“The offer of help is appreciated but there is no need. You know I can't keep it in when I like somebody.” Wooyoung admitted proudly, “We already went out on our first date last week.”

You gasped in happiness for your friends and could forgive Wooyoung for not keeping you fully up to date on his love life. Mr. Choi was the physical education teacher and was new this year himself. Since enrollment was small his job was cobbled together over several locations but the day and a half spent at this school was his favorite by far.

You had seen the effect he and Wooyoung had on each other and it pleased you immensely that they had acted on their feelings. Wooyoung's leverage over San's tender heart had benefited you too as San agreed to double book your consecutive PE classes once a month to give you more joint planning time while he skillfully wrangled the large group. It was good to know San was finally getting something in return.

After your work on the incoming students was complete you decided to head over to San's cubby of an office to invite him in person. You wanted to get to know him better and Wooyoung had been reassuring that that your presence would not be intruding on their time together at the restaurant. Considering Wooyoung had asked you to dinner first without San, being the third wheel due to your own encouragement would have been extra awkward. As luck would have it, you needn't have worried because it ended up a double date. Unexpectedly seated with San was your own boyfriend Yeosang who taught at the high school across the street and you greeted him warmly with a kiss to the cheek.

Like San, his time was split over several schools in his work as a weight room teacher. At your suggestion, Yeosang was trying to bring the currently high school only program to the upper grades of your mixed elementary and middle school. If the plan came to fruition, Yeosang would not have to travel in so many different directions and the perk of lunchtime with you daily was an extra incentive.

It turned out the athletic teachers had already agreed to meet some of the other staff at Treasure, a restaurant nearby so you texted Wooyoung to join you there and San headed to the kindergarten wing to walk over with him. On your own arm in arm arrival Yeosang spotted some of his high school colleagues already at a large table and he introduced you to them. Hongjoong was a standout in his bright red hair and you shook hands with the affable musical theory teacher. His coworker Jongho at his side was far more subtle but still recognizable from his job as choral instructor. One of the first dates Yeosang had taken you on was an evening performance by the bands and chorus from your senior school and what Jongho had accomplished with the students in his own first year teaching left you impressed.

Also present was Yunho who you already knew because he taught drama from kindergarten through high school. You made sure to sit in on his visits whenever he came by because he was so good with the younger students. Although originally just a middle and high school class, in a pilot program of his own devising Yunho had convinced the school system to give him one day a month in your elementary school letting the younger children benefit from the movement and emotional exploration of acting. He had wowed you coming into your room in a shared activity with Wooyoung's class already familiar with some of the kindergarten curriculum goals to integrate into his workshops.

The kids loosened up pretending to be balloons taking in more and more air as they stretched their standing bodies out until Mr. Jeong warned them one more breath would be too much. Dramatically taking in a final large breath the kids yelled “Pop!” then deflated back into flat positions on the floor. They talked about feelings and acted out faces and gestures for each then ended with a fairy tale they could participate in with sound effects and more emotions. You were so enamored with his respect for young children that you told Yeosang he would have had competition for your heart if not for being aware of Yunho's obvious crush on Mr. Song, the upper grade math teacher in your building.

There seemed to be quite a few of these budding relationships if Hongjoong's beaming reaction to the arrival of Seonghwa who took at seat at his side was any indication. Mr. Park was technically only a middle school home economics teacher but sometimes he would take his break period in the elementary school wing of the shared building giving a cooking demonstration. His doughnut hack to fry canned biscuits in your room after your students punched a hole in them with a thimble then shook in a bag of sugar once cooked was quite a hit. The scent of canola oil had lingered for a week and the memory of his good looks lasted even longer. At no level of your own schooling experience could you recall so many attractive young men among the staff.

Pulled back to attention in the present, Seonghwa smiled at you and asked if you would permit him to make stone soup with your students from a variety of root vegetables they could learn about. You were in awe. Just as with Yunho, he too had been eyeing the kindergarten curriculum and was familiar with some of the books and goals. Plenty of teachers went above and beyond but these guys you knew were something else altogether. You noted Hongjoong seemed to be a little jealous of the attention from Seonghwa so you openly held Yeosang's hand on the table while asking if the upper grades teamed up as often as at your level.  

At that cue Seonghwa asked Jongho about selling baked goods at choral events as a student led fundraiser. Jongho suggested Hongjoong would make a better point man for that collaboration and the two began planning immediately, quickly picking a weekend day to coordinate further at Hongjoong's place. Yeosang looked over and saw your smile then whispered with a nudge, “You would see every one of us set up with another teacher, wouldn't you?”

You suppressed a laugh and agreed, “It makes for a very convenient partnership when we have almost the same hours and days off. It has worked well in our case and I want that same happiness for everyone we know who wants to be partnered.”  

Yeosang hummed in agreement then welcomed the latest arrivals, Wooyoung and San who had discovered Mingi in the hallway and enticed him along. Yunho stood and graciously offered his seat to Mingi to make sure he was in included in the center of conversation then sat alongside with a fond look plastered on his face. Again Yeosang teased you, daring you to come up with a way the drama teacher could integrate himself into Mingi's math lessons. Stumped, you admitted, “I don't think that will be necessary. They seem to be figuring things out well enough on their own.” Mingi's wide smile and laughter at something Yunho just said confirmed your assessment.

Wanting to include Jongho in the conversation, you thoughtlessly asked if he had a special someone. It was fortunate that your potential minefield of a question landed well. He lit up and gushed, “I do, a spouse in fact. Been with them since my own high school years.”

Guessing he had a husband you offered supportively, “You are out of the classroom and don't have to be cagey about their gender.”

“Actually, 'spouse' and 'them' is being precise. They are non-binary.” The loving set of his face told of a very happy relationship.

“Of course, forgive me.” With a contemplative look you added, “You know, I do believe I have met them. We were seated in the front row of your winter concert and got to talking beforehand. Purple hair and amazing dress sense? I believe their overcoat had all the colors of the rainbow in such an interesting pattern.”

Jongho beamed. “Yes, memorable, aren't they? As you can see,” he gestured to his presentable suit in subdued tones, “between us, they are the flashy one. It is fitting my partner teaches art at the community college, even gotten some of my former students,” he announced with pride.

Conversation paused as the waitress took orders for the latest arrivals. Once chatty again, Yeosang returned to an earlier topic with a sigh. “I just wish there was a way for me to drop in professionally on your class like Seonghwa and Yunho get to. They don't know how lucky they are.” He seemed a little wistful and you felt sorry for him.

Hugging his arm you reassured, “Our friends here tonight might visit in the classroom but you get to see me at home which is even better. Besides, the kids already know you from all the things I share. Just this week you were in a writing example I sounded out, 'Mr. Kang and I visited the zoo. We saw bears, elephants, and a seal.' They liked the picture I drew to go with it of us looking at the animals and they told me to make us holding hands.” You grinned. “High school gets out an hour before us so you are always welcome to come by before the kindergarten day ends. Come as yourself and read a story someday. They do want to meet you and ask about you all the time.”

Before your boyfriend could answer, a shocked wail erupted from Wooyoung as an icy soda drenched his slacks. San was apologizing profusely for the accident that had occurred when his reach across the table toppled the drink toward Wooyoung. San announced his apartment was nearby and he was talking Wooyoung home to change. Once gone, there were some smirks around the table as the remaining men took odds on the pair returning or having an evening to themselves once at San's place.

Mingi announced he too lived close by as well in case anybody else had a problem like that. “Good thing my pants would be big enough to fit you Yunho,” he said guilelessly with a meaningful look while poking his drink with a straw as the tumbler was held at a dangerous angle ready to spill. Even though some things went over Yeosang's head, it was clear to even him that Mingi and Yunho were another couple among your friends figuring things out without any help needed.

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Masterlist

[bunnypig18]

To Ten Million Fireflies

(title with AO3 link) Relationship: Choi San/Jung Wooyoung Tags: Major Character Death, Depression, Grief, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Hopeful Ending Word Count: 2.1k Summary: San wants to keep his promise to see the stars with Wooyoung. A/N: I have no idea why I wrote this. I hate mcd, I hate hurt/no comfort, and yet, here we are. Rip to me, rip to you. I'm sorry. I'm dealing with a depressive episode, I'm not grieving in any way, but my brain still decided this is the way to write out my emotions. I hope you guys still enjoy?? Feedback is welcome and appreciated <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Let's watch the shooting stars together."

The words echoed in San's mind like a broken record. Again and again and again. A merry go round of promises never fulfilled. Wooyoung's smile accompanied them, that smile San had seen so many times, but it had never been enough. It always seemed brighter than the sun, more beautiful than the moon, a million stars bursting like a firework.

San glanced at the clock. Five pm. He still had some time. Cleaning his apartment hadn't been exactly on his to-do list, but he didn't have any plates left to eat and when he was already doing the dishes, he figured he could just do everything else.

Anything to occupy his mind. Not that it helped. A whole year had passed and San still found traces of Wooyoung all over the place.

A cup with a panda that he had bought in japan to have his own when sleeping over. San put that in the back of the cupboard, hidden behind everything else. At the bottom of the laundry basket slept one of his shirts. The neon pink one that San always hated, because it hurt his eyes. He left it in the basket. Under the couch, he found an empty candy wrapper of Wooyoung's favorite bonbons. San never tried them and Wooyoung had always nagged him to do it. He kept the wrapper in his jeans pocket so he wouldn't forget to buy some at the next opportunity.

San wondered how long it had been since the last deep clean. For months now, he had barely found the energy to do a basic sweep. Everything had collected. A clutter in both his apartment and his mind. His therapist would be proud that he got one of them sorted out.

San picked up his phone and dropped on the couch, the wrapper in his back pocket uncomfortable. A lot of missed calls and messages plagued his screen. He swiped all notifications away. He knew what they said and he didn't want any of it. Only at the last one did he hesitate.

Wooyoung's last message. From exactly one year ago. San's thumb hovered over it.

'I love you. And I'm sorry that…'

He never read it. That day, he hadn't gotten the chance and ever since, San knew it would be too late. He should have opened it the minute it came in, but San had been convinced his movie was more important. Wooyoung never messaged him if it was important. Did he know San wouldn’t read it in time?

San locked his phone and threw it aside. Seven pm. He sighed and stood up. Every inch of his body weighed with discomfort, his mind overflowing with what if and what if and what if-

He squeezed his eyes shut, willing away the building burn. There was no what if. There was only regret.

San pulled on his jacket, checking five times that he got everything. Keys. Phone. The picture.

Oh, the picture! He cursed under his breath and ran back to his bedroom. There, hidden in the depths of his wardrobe, under the winter coat he never wore, was the most important item. San inhaled deeply, blinking and wiping at his cheeks. He laid his head back and closed his eyes.

For minutes, he just stood there, mouth pressed thin. Tears burned on his skin and his shoulders trembled with each restrained sob. While on the outside, not a sound escaped, his mind screamed until a faint ache bloomed above his eyebrow.

He released a shaky breath and a single sob fought through. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. San blinked and dragged his sleeve over his eyes, skin raw, but he rubbed and rubbed until he could actually see. The pain was a mere afterthought as he looked down at the picture.

A field of flowers, that he still didn't know the name of, spread before his eyes. Their sweet smell still lingered in his memory, the buzzing of bees echoing in his ears, the sun's warm embrace holding him tight.

And in the middle of it all stood Wooyoung, smiling at the camera - at San. It had been his idea to get the polaroid camera.

"It will be fun! Fancy and vintage, we can brag about it to the others," Wooyoung had said.

San had laughed at that time and called the idea silly, but in the end it was him who took the most pictures. This was the only one he had kept. Not by choice, the others had gotten lost when he moved to Seoul. Wooyoung was mad for a whole week and only buying a polaroid camera soothed him. They didn't actually use it though. They kept it to see the stars. He gave it away when he thought he wouldn’t go see the stars.

San carefully put the picture behind his phone cover and walked back to the front door. He slipped on his shoes, hands still trembling.

"I'm glad you at least have this picture," Wooyoung had said when they sat together in San's new apartment for the first time.

It was one of the rare moments of peace. So rare, San wondered if that was the reason Wooyoung had been so mad about losing the pictures. Every bit of happy memory was important. There was so little of it for him. San never quite understood, no matter how much he knew about Wooyoung's life, his problems. He had San, why wasn't it enough?

But nothing was ever that easy. Especially not happiness. San never understood until it was too late. Everything was too late.

The cool autumn air played around San's face as he stepped outside. He wrinkled his nose and almost went back inside to get a scarf, but there was only so much time. Waiting for the bus was a pain for sure, but it was just that much nicer to sit down.

The world stretched past the windows and San couldn't grasp any of it. All the people they passed, they had their own worries and happiness. They lived their lives while San's was crumbling apart. None of them knew, none of them understood. A whole year of disconnect. Not even his closest friends or his family got it.

They all cried. They all had grief.

But none of them like San.

He finally understood Wooyoung. How lonely he was despite all the love. All the pain despite the support. A helplessness, rooted so deep, no one could dig it out completely. That kind of feeling infested every bit of one's being until it was all there was. San understood and it made the feeling grow even stronger. The fact that he couldn't have done anything for Wooyoung even if he tried pained him, a fact San now was so sure of, because no one could do anything for him.

"It would be nice to be a star," Wooyoung had said just a few days before it happened.

"What do you mean?"

Wooyoung smiled. He always did. It was different that time, San knew at that moment, but he didn't want to know. Would it have made a difference if he hadn't pretended to be oblivious? If he had confronted Wooyoung about the sadness dragging his smile down?

"I mean…"

Wooyoung leaned his head against San's shoulder, the warmth forever tangible.

"Stars just exist. I also just want to exist. No feelings, no thoughts. I want to be in the sky and just be a bright little point for people to look up to and feel…hope."

San hummed. "Hope?"

"The universe is endless and so is life, nature, the stars. You are endless. I am endless. Isn't that a nice thought?"

Was it? San didn't know. Not back then when Wooyoung had asked him, not now. It scared many people how big the universe is, how small humans are in the grand plan, but perhaps that was the part that got Wooyoung. None of their actions mattered and that could be a nice thought, in a way. They didn't even move mountains, let alone a whole planet, and yet they were alive, given a chance to just experience the world. It didn't matter what they did and yet, humans found a sense of purpose.

San's purpose was to love Wooyoung. Today, tomorrow, forever. As endless as the universe, as endless was Wooyoung for San. Even gone, he remained the center of the universe. They didn't matter, but Wooyoung mattered to San. He never got to tell him, but knowing it, living it was enough.

San wandered along the forest path. He missed the warmth in the bus, but the familiar line of trees welcomed him, guided him to the spot he had been avoiding for so long.

"Let's watch the shooting stars together."

"When?"

Wooyoung grinned and held up his phone with an article.

"They're sure there will be a whole lot of shooting stars in a year, plus a month. Just this one night, but if they're right, we can see them from the hill."

"Okay. Why not. Write it in my calendar."

San never deleted it. He forgot about it, but of course his phone reminded him a week ago. If Wooyoung remembered the date and chose it for a reason? Exactly one year before they could fulfill the promise, it had to be intentional.

Why, San didn't know. Wooyoung had always had weird humor like that. It's why San fell in love. One of so many reasons. From his bright laugh to his cute face when San woke up next to him, his habit of singing while cooking and the way he comforted San during a horror movie, even though he was scared himself. Every bit of him was perfect. He had always been a star among the night sky, shining brighter than anyone else.

The trees thinned out into a wide field of grass. San shivered against the air, pulling his jacket tighter. He looked around, the only sound was his breathing, the only company the lights above.

San took a deep breath and approached the small slope of the hill. Just like so many times before, he sat down at the edge. There was no warm hand taking his to tangle their fingers. No shoulder brushing his'. No one was saying how beautiful the sky is.

"It's beautiful," San whispered, because it felt important.

He pulled out his phone and freed the polaroid from the cover. Wooyoung smiled back at him, the way he always did. His hands stretched out towards the camera and his distinctive voice encouraged San to join him. San had taken the picture, then accepted the offered hand. Wooyoung had pulled him through the flowers until they were running and jumping and laughing.

Everything seemed so easy.

San closed his eyes and a tear burned on his cheek. He gritted his teeth, a sob barely coming through. More and more tears spilled as his body shuddered, crumbling under the weight of it all. Again and again, he had swallowed his pain, crying silently in his own four walls.

But this time, he threw back his head and screamed. The wind howled with him, the cold like a hug, tightening around him until he couldn't feel anymore. He screamed and screamed until his throat hurt, eyes squeezed shut, body shaking. Every memory of Wooyoung spilled with his pain. From the moment they first met, to the love confessions and first kiss, to every night they fell asleep in each other's arms.

San didn't want to forget any of it. He just wanted to accept.

San gasped. His throat burned and even the smallest sob hurt. He blinked through the tears, swallowing heavily. His shoulders slumped, but his grip remained strong on the polaroid.

And then he saw it. The first shooting star. It was gone as quick as it came and for a moment San wondered if he hadn't imagined, but then another rushed past the swallowing black.

And another.

Another.

Soon, the whole sky filled with bright lights like millions of fireflies. They danced across the canvas and painted a picture so beautiful, San cried again. But not out of sadness this time. A single spark planted itself into his heart and bloomed into a flower that he still didn't know the name of. Through another sob, a smile tugged at his lips. He fought it for a moment, but the flower grew and grew until the petals spilled from his mouth in soft laughter.

San smiled and cried and laughed and he understood.

"Wooyoung…" San whispered.

He looked down at the picture.

"I feel it, I feel the hope you were talking about."

With shaky hands, San raised the polaroid towards the sky.

"Look how beautiful it is. You're up there too, right? Smiling down at me as the star that you always wanted to be."

[parmesannie]

the absolute Peak of woosan's dynamic

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write 2k24 - Day 11 pt 2 🔞

Prompt: Bounce & Shake

A/N: If you aren’t familiar with this song I suggest you give it a listen first

“You DID NOT just start humming that song right as you’re going to stick your dick in me,” Wooyoung whipped around and almost poked San in the eye.

“I can’t help it. Also might I point out that you’re the one currently shaking his bouncy ass for the cameras right now,” San retorted, grasping Wooyoung’s finger. Wooyoung opened his mouth to reply then snapped it shut. “I thought so.”

“I am never letting you take me from behind again,” he huffed.

“Baby, when you’re horny enough you’re begging for me to take you any way I want,” San lifted Wooyoung’s hips up and speared him on his dick.

“I hate you,” Wooyoung groaned as his body relaxed and took all of San.

“You only wish you did,” the other man replied as he kissed him. Wooyoung nipped at San’s lower lip eliciting a groan. He felt Wooyoung smile against his mouth. They finally had a day off and could have sex in an actual bed rather than the messy, quick fucks they’d been doing for the past three weeks. Not that San didn’t enjoy a quick messy fuck, but he loved being able to take his time with Wooyoung, meticulously taking him apart on his cock. He loved the sounds his boyfriend made when they moved slowly, hands taking their time over every dip and curve, lips lingering on skin, no rush to finish and put themselves back together.

“You’re perfect,” San breathed against Wooyoung’s ear when he felt him start to contract around him.

“I love you too,” he replied, spilling between their bodies with San coming only a few seconds later. When they finished, San let his hand linger on Wooyoung’s ass. His boyfriend gave him a warning look as he gave his right asscheek a solid slap.

“Yup, can definitely bounce a quarter off of it,” he grinned.

“I take back what I said. You’re horrible,” Wooyoung flicked San’s nose.

“You’re both horrible!” Jongho yelled from the hallway. The couple dissolved into a fit of giggles.