"Just shut up and suck my dick already"
"If you pull my hair again I'll bite it off"
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When a fuck boy and an ex fuck boy end up becoming step brothers and sleep right across from each other, it becomes practically impossible to keep their hands to...
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Wooyoung wasn't having as much fun as he thought he would. He came to that party thinking he could drink down his feelings then go home with which ever random pretty face he found attractive. But so far it didn't seem to be working.
Even as he was currently pinned against the wall and making out with someone all he could think about was San. What he was doing at the moment. What he was thinking about at that very second. He even imagined it was the older's hands placed firmly in his hips. That it was San's hair whom he was tugging desperately on.
His imagination would always be quickly cut short and he's reminded that this person is not San. Their kiss was too different from San's.
Kissing San felt like nothing he'd ever experienced. Each kiss felt more intoxicating than the last and he found himself craving him more and more.
Wooyoung felt his skin crawl when the taller stranger holding him against wall slides his hand underneath his shirt. Suddenly he felt so disgusted. Goosebumps forms on his arms, and not the good kind. The hairs on the back of his neck stands straight when the taller begins grinding his hips into Wooyoung's.
Wooyoung immediately pulls back from the kiss, slightly out of breath. His hair slightly messy, cheeks flushed and pursed lips a swollen red. "T-that's enough" He manages to say despite how hoarse his voice was.
The older doesn't quite hear him over the loud music. And with how dark the area was he could barely even make out Wooyoung's face. The second they break apart from the makeout he immediately dips his head into Wooyoung's neck, sucking on the dampened skin.
Wooyoung struggles under him. "S-stop. I said stop" He whines out louder, his voice much more firm.
"Hm? What's with the attitude change?" They mutter in his neck. Then he trails his tongue up to Wooyoung's ear before he nibbles on the soft cartilage as well as the single small hoop earring dangling loosely.
Wooyoung cringed. "Fuck. Get off me" He tries pushing them. He was getting a little aggravated. "I'm not in the mood anymore"
"Well I am.." He ignores. A hand already making it's way to Wooyoung's crotch.
"You asshole! Get off!" Wooyoung becomes a little more forceful, shifting and almost kneeing him where he knew it'd hurt.
"Shit, ok ok" The taller male surrenders, stepping back with a bitter scowl. Wooyoung couldn't see his face clearly in the dark of the empty hallway but he could still see his thick brows dipping down in a frown. "Fucking whore. What a waste of time" He spits out in anger and walks past Wooyoung leaving him alone in the dark.
Wooyoung stood there, back still pressed against the wall. Fucking whore.. He bit down on his bottom lip and his head falls forward, disheveled bangs falling forward in waves.
I wonder if San thinks I'm a whore too.. I bet that's why he doesn't want anything to do with me.
He wasn't sure how long he stood there in his own thoughts but eventually he rejoins the rest of the party, his usual smirk on his lips as people he recognized greeted him which really was just a mask.
