The most intense, sexy and dirtiest fan fiction you'll ever read.
You've been warned.
Wooyoung x San
• TW! •
Smut
Kinks
SA
Language
Violence
• an ateez fanfiction •
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Written by BlackYeolie
All credits to BlackYeolie
( No translations allowed...
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W o o y o u n g. | San. I looked at the other and he looked at me. On my mind, pictures that shouldn't have entered my head in such situation. I bit my underlip, my body slowly heating up capturing San's handsome features.
Was it cruel to ask for sex in the middle of the night, right after I felt the worst just seeing my cruel father on tv getting officially selected as the mayor of Seoul? The city I lived in my entire life. The city San wasn't allowed to leave?
San seemed to be stressed out. He was probably stressed about his next step. San was always one step ahead, I knew that. But this time I wasn't too sure about his current plan and moves.
My body was tense. My eyes may looked red and my skin was softly covered in some slight silky sweat that made my skin look like a fine diamond. What can I loose? Nothing. San was with me and he proofed many times that he would stay right by my side
Anything I owned now was basically his. Just like me.
"What are you thinking about? I mean what can we do? We can't leave the city" I whispered looking up to him, unsure about what we could do against my father. I wanted to stay focused, wanted to not get lost in this man's eyes once again but I could help but look into the two dark eyes that seemed to scream for me
It's been a while since we've been this close. Time hadn't passed quickly and I didn't want but just fall into his arms. San's hand slowly moved to cover my cheek and stroke it softly with his thumb up and down, as if he was carefully touching the finest porcelain
"I don't enjoy this feeling of being defeated. That he has us in his big dumb hand. I don't want to accept this" San replied in a manner that I couldn't really explain. He surely wasn't happy even though I was with him. He wanted more. He wanted to feel free. He wanted to move. And he definitely hated the fact that my father somehow won against him
But what did he mean? Did he want to start a fight again? Did he want to risk everything again only for his pride? Wasn't I enough?
