WooSan oneshots (English)

Mafia Pt.2

"Wooyoung! Listen up! You've been asked to come to Sir's office."

Wooyoung looked up at the guard shouting at him. It was one of the older guards, Yeosang, whom he did not get along well with at all. "Have fun." Yeosang winked sarcastically at Wooyoung as he shoved him forwards.

"Fuck off." Wooyoung muttered.

"Something you want to say Jung?" Yeosang grabbed Wooyoung's shoulder tightly and raised an eyebrow at him.

"No. But I'll just think it very loudly. FUCK OFF." Wooyoung smirked. "Oops, did that slip out?"

Yeosang glared at the younger with deep hatred. "I'd teach you a lesson right here but as you're going to the boss's office, I'll let him have the fun."

Wooyoung shoved Yeosang's hand off his shoulder and shoved past him, into the next corridor.

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Walking down the corridor, Wooyoung couldn't help but worry. He hadn't seen San since...what they did last Friday. Did San regret it? What if he never wanted to see him again? What if he didn't want to know him anymore? What if...Wooyoung shook his head. He had to stop thinking this way. Swallowing his fear, Wooyoung turned and knocked on the door.

A minute past but just as Wooyoung was about to lose his nerve and run away, the door swung open and he was grabbed tightly around the waist and pulled into the room. The wind was knocked out off Wooyoung as he felt himself shoved against the wall, two hands pinning him there.

"S-sa-"

"Shush Wooyoung. Be quiet." San hissed. "Don't. Make. A. Sound." Wooyoung nodded, feeling the nerves come back to him once again. But they vanished just as fast as they arrived as he felt San's lips press against his. It was just a sweet kiss and Wooyoung could feel San smile as he kissed him back. They both smiled against each other's lips.

San grabbed Wooyoung's wrists - gentler this time - and brought him to the bed. He placed a white box with a red bow on the younger's lap before whispering in his ear, "A little gift for my Woo. As your boss, I'd like to request for you to wear this. Or, if you prefer it this way, I order you to wear that for me."

"I-I thought, you...uhhh" Wooyoung said quietly, sheepishly looking down at the box, that was helpfully covering his problem there. But San saw right through it. He pushed down on where the gift box hid Wooyoung's erection. The elder leaned forward and smirked at Wooyoung. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I want to fuck you. And I will. But I have a meeting for 10 minutes and I wanted to see you before. So I know I have something to look forward to when it ends. Now. I must go. Do NOT take care of that," he looked pointedly at Wooyoung's hard outlined member, "without me. Do you hear?"

"Y-yes San." Wooyoung gulped. He was nervous but also could not help but feel the excitement rise in him. He waited until San had left the room before he opened the box. Wooyoung had been expecting maybe a chain? A lead? Something like that. He assumed that was what San may be into. But no. Inside the gift box, was what looked like a leather skirt. Like half a kilt and half a skirt. And was also accompanied by a dark red, cropped t-shirt. Wooyoung grinned.

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San's meeting had ended a fair few minutes later then he would have liked. He didn't even bother saying goodbye to anyone as he stormed out the room, slamming the door behind him. It took nearly no time for him to get back to his room.

San opened the door, looking down as he took his shoes off. "Wooyoung I'm sorry I took longer. Apologies. I nee-" He stopped talking as soon as he looked up at the sight before him.

Wooyoung was sitting on the bed facing him. His legs were crossed over the other. San could see how the leather skirt gripped Wooyoung in all the right places and how the younger's abs were showing clearly under the cropped shirt. Wooyoung licked his lips seductively as he looked up at San. San could not breathe this second. His eyes were glued to Wooyoung, devouring him in sight. San walked over to Wooyoung and stood over him. He looked down at him and smiled.