𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐁𝐗𝐁 𝐎.𝐒

[m] w o o s a n

(a/n : this is quite possibly the most detailed + dirty smut ive ever written. i'm not surprised at this point)

type : smut
top : wooyoung (dom af)
bottom : san (sub and needy af)

prompt : san had needs he wanted to satisfy whilst up in his room , away from the other members. what if a certain somebody heard and waited until ateez's movie night to tease him.

———— 3rd pov ————

blinking emptily to himself, san lay on his bed- feeling sweaty and anxious. he was home with all the other members but locked his bedroom door before he had lay down.

to cut to the point , he had a boner. san had an achingly hard boner, and it hurt like hell.

san knew himself if he were to make any moves with it or even attempt to sort it out, he was at risk of members hearing, which is the last thing he wanted because ,well, san was a loud and needy bottom: he didn't want anyone to find out; especially since one of the members is what triggered his body to heat up in such a sensual way, nobody other than jung wooyoung. god, san whimpered face first into the pillow at the thought of him again; it was too much for his mind and body to comprehend. from his large, veiny hands that could perfect trace up and along his body, to his jawline and defined muscles and strong arms; god don't get san started on his perfectly muscled back. it was so hot.

seeing wooyoung shirtless only ten minutes ago was a big mistake, especially since he had been working out and had been sweating ; that certainly didn't help. already knowing their was no way he could relieve himself without sorting out his hard on; san decided to take the risk of doing so with the other members still in the house. so almost contemplatingly he took one of his pillows from by his head and placed it under his hips, straddling the pillow. and san had made this method easier for himself because he was only in his underwear and an oversized lilac sweater.

without another thought or hesitation, san rolled his hips down cautiously, as if he were testing the waters, his flushed and hard cock against the pillow, gaining pleasurable friction as the fabric rubbed against him- resulting in a pleasured mewl to escape his perfectly parted lips, his head hanging down as he realised this sudden sensation was unbearable to restrain himself from; meaning that he simply held the pillow against the tent in his panties with one hand, the other hand clenching the bed sheet next to him as he buried his face into the pillow, ass up in the air- if anyone else was in there; damn, that would have been a sight to see.

bucking his hips up again, at a swifter pace, san began to hump the pillow quickly, almost as if he were a rabbit in heat. moaning loudly, pillow muffling his lude sounds, san continued to thrust against it; his needy subspace clouding his mind as he focused on one thing : release.. as well as wooyoung, but that was more of an encouragement. to help himself too, san imagined it was wooyoung , there was no way to twist it to seem pure and without a meaning. yes, wooyoung was just his friend but oh did san wish wooyoung would toughen up and just rail him already- he needed him so bad, words couldn't express the craving he felt for the other- but his body sure could.

thrusting quicker, san pressed the pillow right up against his cock, moaning repeatedly into the pillow, not just any simple moan: loud, whiney, stretched out moans that were high pitched and desperate- perfectly resembling a needy bottom such as himself. as he gained more friction, san thrust his hips down quicker, acknowledging the familiar feeling of a climax; his thighs were trembling and his jaw was hung open, head now tilted side ways rather than buried into the pillow; forgetting the promise to himself of covering all noise- and this was when his moaning got worse, when he was reaching his high.