my sister's bully// woosan ff

13. [m]

3rd person pov
I know you all waited for this🤧

San had pinned Wooyoung to the door of the restroom and had no plans to let go even if someone wants to enter. He tried to read Wooyoung's expressions which were changed.

The younger looked so small and fragile. Like he needed San to protect him. Wooyoung's eyes were totally different and opened, unlike their usual narrowed eyes which he rolled every five seconds.

He looked so so broken and San's heart almost broke. "What do you want?" He questioned almost wanting to caress his face. San had totally forgotten that this is the same guy who bully his sister.

Wooyoung was in a deep thought, probably feeling the same as San did. His eyes flicked to San's lips and San gulped.

"You will drive me crazy, Choi San" he whispered leaning in and closing the gap between their lips. San quickly closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

His hands travelled to Wooyoung's waist, pulling him in and kissing him back. Their lips moved in sync and bodies came closer with every second. The edler felt Wooyoung poking his tongue and San broke the kiss, trying to catch his breath.

Wooyoung, for a second, thought this is where they stop and San might even punch him but the next move the elder made was totally new for him.

San kept a soft touch on Wooyoung's cheeks, slowly caressing it and pulling the younger for another kiss. Wooyoung's hands roamed all over San's body, he was so confused but right now his mind and body only concentrated on the kiss.

He almost yelped when San had squeezed his chest and opened his eyes to look at the elder. He looked so beautiful up close. His eyes closed and lips only focused to stay in the pace and sync with Wooyoung's lips.

Taking the quiet yelp as his chance, San quickly entered his mouth tasting the warmth of it. He hummed with a low growl and Wooyoung could swear his legs felt weak at the sensual sound and he himself couldn't help but moan in the kiss.

Still holding on to each other, they made out sensually and passionately. Their tongues sliding over each other and Wooyoung sucked his while breaking the kiss.

They stood at the same position and tried to catch their breaths. Wooyoung licked his lips. San's kisses always felt so good and so different from any of the hookups. Wonder how sex with him would feel like.

San moved back to create a little space between their bodies and at the loss of the warmth Wooyoung quietly whined almost cursing at himself.

But this is it? He wanted more of San's touches. He dreaded looking down but he can clearly feel the tension between his own pants and wanted to see if it was same for San but he's not going to look down and embarass himself.

He nibbled on his lips, missing San's warmth and wetness around them.

And when Wooyoung thought San wanted to walk out, he once again closed the distance between them. "Do you need help?" He questioned, voice low and Wooyoung felt shivers. He stared back at the elder's eyes, dark yet warm, making him gulp.

"H-help? With what?" He questioned back and almost moaned when the latter's hands grazed over his hardening member. "This" he whispered, chest rising and falling.

San was too much into it for him to comprehend. Right now Wooyoung looked too beautiful to deny and the small voice in his head, which kept saying this was wrong, was pressed and forgotten.

If San were to actually think his actions, they would be nonsense but right now he only cared about the boy in front of him, regardless of whatever kind of relationship they had. Maybe, just maybe San was addicted to Wooyoung's touches as well.

"You do?" He questioned again when there was lack of answer from Wooyoung's side. The younger nodded slowly, face flushed red but can he deny a hot man like San?

Although this was all new to San he wasn't impressed with the reaction and so he inched closer, pressing on the latter's bulge with his thighs. "Words?" He questioned and oh god if only San's hands weren't around Wooyoung's waist he might have fallen from weak legs. The elder was being dominant.

He took in a quick breath, "y-yes I do" he bit his lips after that. San smiled, feeling content and quickly pecked the boy's lips and hands sliding under his pants. Feeling the light wetness and the hardness of his member San felt so proud.

He kissed Wooyoung's neck, making sure to avoid leaving any marks and only dropped wet kisses. He slowly stroked the younger's member and the guy moaned holding tight onto San's shoulders, head tilted back with pleasure. Giving more access for San to drop wet kisses.

Wooyoung's moans sounded so beautiful, too beautiful that San can't help and feel how his length kept twitching whenever the guy moaned or called out his name. It was just so sexy.

His pace increased and so did the intensity of his kisses. Wooyoung's hands clasped around San's head and his lips let out sensual noises.

"Does it feel good? Use words" San questioned, whispering in his ears- already warning the younger. "It.... It does" Wooyoung panted between the moans and the building up feeling in his stomach.

Feeling satisfied as ever, San's body signals that it wants to feel good as well and so without thinking twice he quickly turned the younger around, hand still stroking his member.

Wooyoung gasped when he felt San's hard on, over his clothed ass. San moved his waist to match with the pace of his hands creating good friction for his own member as he humped the younger. His other hand pinning Wooyoung's hand on the door and face burried in his neck as he groaned.

Wooyoung moaned feeling too overwhelmed as the pressure got tighter in his stomach. "I want to release" he spoke and San's pace increased, his other hand now covered Wooyoung's eyes as he himself felt closer.

Wooyoung let out a deep moan releasing his semen into the elder's hand and San came together with him in his own pants as they breathed heavy.

They stood like that for a minute to catch their breath. "Wash your hand" Wooyoung spoke, voice so small. San chuckled, "I would have anyways." He walked to the sink and cleaned his hands. He glanced at the mess he had made and wanted to go home quick.

"Don't you hate me?" San's head turned to Wooyoung, the question he didn't knew the answer to, now. "You were so different now" he added, looking down and voice still low.

San remembered this, he clearly remembers he had never seen this weak side of the younger- except for once.

"I heard you crying." He blurted out and Wooyoung quickly looked towards him. Hurt and embarass in his face.

"I was there with Mingi" he added and Wooyoung's blood boiled. He scoffed, "and so you were pitying on me?"

San quickly shook his head, the younger had gotten a wrong impression. "No I don't mean it like that" he tried to explain.

"You don't have to mean anything and stay the fuck away from my life problems. I don't need you to fucking pity on me." Wooyoung snapped, feeling heat rise to his face. "I might be sleeping around with people but I'm not your fucking toy, Choi." He added and walked out of the restroom and out of the club in anger.

He was thinking too much for his own good. Everyone is the same, at the end there's no one to actually treat him right. Or maybe he doesn't deserve to be treated right.

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Heyyy!! An update as promised. It was a bit difficult to add San's feelings because they weren't clear in the last chapters but I tried my best to.

I hope you enjoyed.

Also I learned about our boys being in quarantine till they get the results for their covid tests. So let's pray for them to be in good health.

Take care of yourself and stay safe and healthy and happy❤️

Nobody knows nobody love you like I do!
-ZnbAfreen
(19/12/21)