[completed. just a simple smut story, don't take it too seriously]
Yeosang's touch was like fire, and the taste of his lips cherry sweet - so addicting, that Wooyoung soon found himself longing for more than just their random hook ups. But the olde...
Since I took down my one shot book, I thought I'd repost the Aphrodisiac one shot here.💜
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Description; Yeosang's touch was addicting, and Wooyoung soon found himself longing for more than just their random hook ups.
But the older was not to be tied down - no, he was the one doing all the tying.
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His touch was like fire, and the taste of his lips cherry sweet - addicting.
His skin was flawless - dipped in honey and gold, so mesmerizingly glowing, and it felt like the purest silk under Wooyoung's fingertips. His eyes were blue, deep like the ocean - but Wooyoung had to fight to keep his head above water, every time he dared looking into them. But even then, he always found himself being lured back into the waves.
The innocent face did not match the dirty words that would be whispered in Wooyoung's ear - making his knees weak, every time. What Yeosang wanted, Yeosang would get, always.
Every time Wooyoung had decided to cut the ties with the older, he would somehow find himself tied up in bed once again. Whenever they were apart, he would curse Yeosang to hell and back - but he would melt the moment those velvety lips would be back to dance along his jawline.
When it came to Yeosang, any sign of will-power would vanish within a second, leaving Wooyoung desperately begging for more. Quite literally.
"Please, take me home tonight..." Wooyoung pleaded, his lips quivering from the need that filled his body, although all he wanted was for Yeosang to fill him out, just once more.
With Yeosang, every single time felt like the last, and it had Wooyoung spellbound in a cage of his own desire.
"Sorry darling, not tonight."
The Martini glass was resting against Yeosang's lips, but he sucked his lower lip in while his eyes were focusing on a dark haired beauty on the dance floor. His brows furrowed a bit, and Wooyoung's presence couldn't mean any less to him, as he was occupied - watching his next prey.
Wooyoung sent a quick glare in the same direction, feeling his stomach turn when his eyes gazed upon the beautiful guy Yeosang was watching like a hungry predator. And as Wooyoung already knew - Yeosang always got what he wanted.
"I'll let you do anything you want to me," he then whispered, leaning in to let the words flow like a seductive slow-dance into Yeosang's ear.
Yeosang turned his face, just slightly, the sparkling earrings dangling from his earlobe brushing against Wooyoung's lips, teasing him.
