DEPUTY - woosan

003 ⚠️

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 if you wish to skip the make out session just scroll until you find multiple words in bold letters to continue the chapter.

(let's not fuck on the first day you meet someone😊💀)

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Wooyoung squeezed his eyes shut and unsuccessfully fought back a small breathy moan.
San huffed out a small groan himself, noticing Wooyoung's silent and reluctant plead for the man. " Made up your mind yet? " He asked in a breathy, husky voice.

Wooyoung's mind fogged up in a mist consisting of lust, desperation and a want.
He opened his eyes and saw San's collarbones inches from his face, he looked up and met San's already hungry gaze. San's broad body was covering Wooyoung, he without a doubt stood way over Wooyoung's private circle. He was impatiently waiting for the green light from the man.

Wooyoung couldn't take the tension anymore.

He snapped.

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His body acted before his mind even had a chance to process.

He threw his body forward at San - chest to chest as his arms flew around San's neck - his biceps tight around San's nape as he pulled him close as if San was a flight risk.

He finally closed the distance between them and smashed their lips together in a fast-paced kiss.

All his expectations were exceeded, San's lips immediately responded - matching Wooyoung's pace if not rougher than him.
Wooyoung's alcohol-breath mixing with San's breath that stunk of tobacco was disgustingly attractive.

Wooyoung pulled San' closer if that was even possible, stumbling backwards in the process as his back hit the door again. San took the short second to lock the door as he engulfed Wooyoung's body between his arms.

San slid his arms down Wooyoung's side and brought them around his waist, pulling Wooyoung's waist closer making Wooyoung slightly arch his back - leaving no space between the two. Wooyoung found himself kissing and licking at San's lip ring, almost making out with it.

San groaned and bit harshly on Wooyoung's lower lip, he tugged at it as he pulled away giving Wooyoung a dark, sharp, and and intimidating yet a sensual glare piercing the boy's eyes.
San's chin was tipped upwards as he slowly pulled further and further. Wooyoung sharply inhaled as San let go of his lower lip, watching his plump parted lips, Wooyoung forgot his mouth was hung open as he was caught up in San's features.

- His sharp jawline, his feline like eyes that easily bore drills into your soul in the best way possible. His long and black hair with bangs that covered his eyes and forehead.
The mole on his cheek and one on his throat.

He was breathing through his mouth. His lips fell almost in a pout at the loss of their intimacy.

San felt his insides churn with desire as he watched Wooyoung pout for him. He ripped Wooyoung's jacket off of him leaving him in a white V-neck t shirt and his denim jeans that was slightly baggy but not too baggy, he attacked his neck with open kisses and harsh biting. Wooyoung gasped loudly in surprise, thanking his lucky stars the DJ turned up the music.

Wooyoung's hands moved to San's neck and curled his fingers in the man's black long hair, fluttering his eyes shut at the painful pleasure. San licked at the purple marks he was making.
The wet metal of his piercing brushing against Wooyoung's neck making him shiver.
His eyes met the bandaged up neck where he cut Wooyoung earlier and smirked very slightly.