k-pop oneshots 🎶

retro future • woosan (ateez) PART THREE❌

Theme: San and Wooyoung go to the same high school in the eighties where homosexuals are considered "sick". SMUT AND FLUFF!! Requested by PIKAB00B

**It has been a couple months since San and I have gotten together. Although it has been kept a secret from everyone in the school and our families, we both made sure to tell our best friends. I, only having one friend, had less people to tell or even wanted to tell- while San had three. When he said we didn't have to tell anyone, he meant it. I was the big-mouth that couldn't keep myself from not telling Yunho. Because of this, I told San he could only tell his friend that he trusted. Friends that knew what he liked and didn't take any offense to his preferences. He had three. Three.

The number isn't as low as I would like but I can't be mad at my boyfriend for telling people. I told him only people he trusted should know and he did exactly that. He listened, and I kissed him as a reward.

"What's that for?" We were in the same position when we first kissed. It brought memories back to me and butterflies in my stomach. Sitting in at his desk with my fingers threaded through his silky hair, I was reminded of those first few days we actually talked.

I remember that weekend we first crossed paths as lovers- he took me to a diner and we ate burgers. The biggest burgers I've ever seen, and they were delicious. We couldn't do anything heterosexual couples could, like hold hands or wipe each other's faces, but we could talk and laugh. That was the best day of my life up until this moment.

"It's just to show you my appreciation for listening to me," I said shyly, hiding my face in the space between his neck and shoulder. Where the smell of his cologne wafted through my nose and made me drunken of him. As I start kissing the exposed skin, he sucks in a sharp breathe at my actions.

"You don't have to do this, Wooyoung." His hands held my hips to prevent me from grinding down. He knew what next move I was going to do, and for some reason that made my heart beat a pace faster.

I told him that this is what I wanted- for him to make love to me. For him to kiss me as he did it and make it hurt a lot less. I wanted everything that was San. And I said everything I was thinking to him, exactly the way I thought it.

"I love you," his words made me want to kiss him- to press my lips to his and watch him unbuckle my pants and kiss me there to. And without having to say it aloud, San did everything I was thinking as he brought me over to his made bed. I wrinkled the duvet as San dropped me, watching me bounce on the mattress a few times before climbing on top of me.

San pulled my pants down to my ankles, along with my boxers, and kissed my chest all the way to my navel. His eyes caught me watching him and didn't waver as he kissed the tip of my manhood. Tongue working magic against my heated member.

"San."

His brown irises didn't stop staring at my reactions as he sucked me off. The way his tongue engulfed me and made me crazy. As my boyfriend was doing all this, I knew I'd have to be quiet. San's parents could be home any minute, and I was just introduced as a friend. If they caught us in this sinful act, I'm not too sure what the churchgoers would do.

I don't think San would care all that much if his family caught us, but I would so he is only doing it for me. He was also sucking me dry- only for me.

"I love you, too," I said as he pulled off to kiss me. I let him. His tongue clashed with mine as I tasted myself on him. The salty and sweet flavor of his mouth- of myself. San fingers caressed the back of my neck where the hair was shaved and massaged it with the utmost gentleness.