The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

896 🩺 Yall wanted That Woosan smut | M

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A/N: Annnnd, from one smut to another, I bring you, the Woosan night that has been in my drafts since Season 1, 2021, complete with the original title it would have had, had it made the cut back then 👀

Currently about to embark on the world's biggest editing attempt to salvage this piece of writing lmao. I might post the original in the After Series... I guess we'll see 🤷‍♀️

Wish me luck 😭

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Sitting on a chair in Seonghwa's old studio flat in the low glow the light above the oven, San laughed in utter cringe as he listened to his boyfriend reading from the page of his latest literary favourite. The blonde was leaning back in his own chair wearing a silky black robe, and he looked like a fucking model the way his smooth shaven legs were so elegant, with toenails painted...

He had the soul of Wooyoung's foot draped over his thigh, toes curling when the pages got spicy enough, and unable to help himself, he'd spent his time brushing his touch over his ankle and gently up and down the underside of his calf.

'Mmmnh~' Wooyoung moaned softly, voice pornographic in the most elegant of ways as he bit into his lip, tilted his head back a little and let his chest rise in the most tantalising way, toes curling, both legs bending sexily at the knee—his other foot pointed with toes brushing the floor—before sinking back into the chair. The thin, golden choker necklace around his neck caught the oven light glow as he moaned the most sultry of sounds, and his gown parted nearly all the way to the top of his thigh.

'Yes baby,' he read from the page, voice something to fucking behold. He wanted to ask him if he'd ever considered voice acting, but then again, he was selfish and wanted to keep it all to himself... He doubted Wooyoung would be interested anyway. Reading was a hobby.

And a hobby that he really, really, seemed to enjoy, as a wicked smirk threatened to feather at the corner of his lips. 'Tie me up in those pretty red knots and fill me with your thick, heavy cock~'

The way Wooyoung read from the pages made it sound like the sexiest thing on the planet, leaving those therapy book club sessions for dead. The sultry purr to his voice made it feel like he wasn't listening to the retelling of a story, but rather that he was somehow there, in the pages of the book.

But holding onto reality, the place he wanted to be wasn't within those words.

It was right here, with Wooyoung's toes curling on his thigh, his blood red painted toenails teasing him through his sweats, while he watched the most ethereal being sitting before him, taking a sip from his glass of bubbly wine like he was satisfied with the scene's turn of events.

Wooyoung gasped sultrily, voice a purr when he read, 'he slips a single, bright red cherry between my lips, and then so fast, he's throwing me into the sheets, trailing his mouth down the curve of my breasts, touching his tongue to the buds of my nipples, sending throbbing waves through my core~'