Kpop one shots (fluff / smut)

•More than just kiss (WooSan smut)•

This is the first real smut scene of my new book 'My dirty dancer' but I thought it would kind of fit into these one shots, if you like it, please consider reading my whole WooSan book

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San's POV

We've arrived at my place, since we didn't want to split up yet, but it's getting pretty late, Wooyoung decided to stay over at my place, tiredly leaning his head on my shoulder as the elevator rises.

I run my hand though his hair, he already took off the cat ears by now, to my regret. He looks so fucking cute in them. He slightly moves under my hand.

He looks up at me, leaning closer. Our lips touch softly, then he wants to pull away. I stop him, placing my hand on the back of his head to pull him back into the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth.

I'm losing control. I feel something harden in my pants as I kiss him more passionately, turning us both around so his back is pressed against the mirror of the elevator.

'DING', the sound of the elevator doors opening disrupts the moment, but it's picked back up as soon as I manage to unlock the door. The door shuts behind us when I press him into a wall inside my apartment.

I'm so fucking horny right now.

'Is it... Is it okay if we do more than just kiss?'

Wooyoung's POV

I'm tired, leaning my head on the bigger guy's shoulder, slightly reacting to the feeling of his hand rushing through my hair. I don't want him to stop touching me. Ever. I want to feel more of him.

I stand up straight, making eye contact with him, giving him a peck on his lips. I want to put my head back onto his shoulder but the second I pull away, he grabs the back of my head and smashes his lips back onto mine. He's dominant, and I love it. He leads, and I only have to follow. The only thing I have to do is enjoy it, enjoy his touch, enjoy him.

The kiss heats up, San pushes my back into the mirror behind him, my head touching the cold, hard material as he speeds up the pace of his tongue, eagerly tasting all of me, so I can taste all of him.

The elevator dings, interrupting the passionate moment, making San seem quite annoyed as he grabs my wrist tightly, dragging me out of the elevator and tapping his code, to restart kissing me as soon as he can.

I touch his chest over his shirt, running my hand over his tight muscles through the thick fabric.

I want to feel those muscles, every single one of them.

'Is it... Is it okay if we do more than just kiss?', he says with a careful voice.

'I want to do so much more than just kiss'

My words cause a relief, I feel his chest becoming more relaxed underneath my hand when I give him my consent. I glance at his body, noticing the bulge in his pants, ready for me like I'm ready for him. I look him up and down, my eyes stopping at his pale neck, lightly tinted with freckles.

My hands go up, placing my palm around the back of his neck, placing kisses on the sides. Oh, I love these freckles, I want to kiss every single one of them.

I don't have time to do so, though, feeling San's hands all over me, tugging at the hem of my shirt, waiting for permission to remove it. 'Go ahead, take off my clothes', I whisper, eager for him to see me. All of me, and I want to see all of him.

The only things I feel are lust, desire, and San's hands on my body, lifting my baby blue sweater, my white shirt follows. I've always felt quite uncomfortable showing myself shirtless, but I don't care at all now, all I want is for San to see me like this.