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astroyongie · 10 months ago

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Wet Castle

Note: part two! San gets spicyyy and wooyoung is an adorable idiot

pairings: Wooyoung x YN and San x YN

synopsis: After growing up in one of the most dangerous Seoul Gangs, a strange accident made you decide to cut ties with your affiliation and leave the gang you were so attached with. You moved to Itaewon, doing small works for money, until the day you met Wooyoung, a nice guy next door who worked right under a small coffee shop. You can’t help getting closer to Wooyoung, knowing fairly well that your past life will never leave you alone..

Triggers: smut, hard language.

Part one: here

Part Three: Here

Wet Castle

Part Two

It's been 3 months. 3 months since you have last saw San, 3 month since you have felt the warmness of his embarrass, 3 month since that accident-

San stood up from the couch, putting his cigarette on the ashtray before giving you a good look. His piercing eyes were as cold as ever, his shirt trying pathetic to hide his muscular frame behind that white cotton. You hated him. Gosh you hated him so much.

“What a shitty place you have got here.”

San said nonchalantly, taking a step towards you. You didn't bulge, you didn't breathe, hell, you didn't trust yourself at this particular moment.

“The fuck you doing here ?” you asked, trying to hide the annoyance that creeped down your spine. If he was here, it was for some reason. For the past 3 months, he had sent his little minions to check you up. First Mingi, thinking the gentle giant was going to convince you to come back and then Yeosang who payed you up like a whore, for God knows what reason. Your bets were that your apartment was way too poor for Yeosang’s refined taste and he pitied you.

What an asshole.

“I missed you, I came to say hi,” San murmured, allowing himself to stop in front of you. His scent intoxicated your lungs, your eyes closing as you felt his hand caressing head before resting on the side of your neck. He pulled you in, kissing your lips ever so slightly. He tasted like nicotine and a faint flavor of cherry.

You wanted to pull away. You really wanted to rip your lips away from his, hit this jerk in the head and yell at him for being such an idiot, a fucker who ruined your life, your peace, everything you had once worked for. Yet, you couldn't. Not when his hand grabbed your waist with need, pulling you closer to his body as his tongue licked your bottom lip, before entering your mouth.

You breathed in, not allowing yourself to make any sound from the assaulting kiss. Your hands grabbed his chest, half pulling him closer, half trying to push him away. San chuckled against the kiss, pulling away as he licked his own lips.

“Have you had dinner?” he asked, looking down at you with half lidded eyes.

“No,”

“Good thing I brought myself.”

You wanted to deny that, but hell. He was a good diner though. Soon his lips were back to your lips, the kiss more needy, more passionate, as this time you allowed yourself to moan against him. San’s rough hands went under your shirt, sending goosebumps straight to your skin. You hated to admit it, but you had missed him.

Your mind was too hazed, too confused to even understand what was happening. Every time you kissed him, every time you felt his skin on yours you were automatically brought to the nostalgic times where you both were happy. To those torturous happy times-

How you had ended up layed on your couch, clothing missing and San towering above you, was a mystery. You hissed loudly when you felt San’s teeth biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, your body squirmin underneath him.

“When are you coming back?” San said against your skin, before lifting himself up. You became painfully aware of how vulnerable you were, naked underneath him your legs apart to accommodate him. Him on the other hand, was way too covered. San worked on his shirt and you wasted no time to go for his belt. Ignoring his question, you removed the accessory, throwing it away and hearing the loud thud as it hit the ground. your hands touching his growing groin as he groaned in warning from your touch.

“I have given you enough time” He said

“Never” you found yourself replying and he tsked. His right hand caressed your chest, before traveling higher. Without any warming, he shoved two fingers into your mouth. You protested but San didn't bulge, his eyes becoming darker as he looked down at you. His fingers pressing against your tongue.

“You are way more beautiful when you aren't saying shit, you know that?”

You wanted to bite his fingers off, slap away that look on his face. He was looking at you as if you were the worst thing that had happened to him. Fuck, you swore that it was the contrary. Wasn’t it? His fingers left your lips, still connected with a trail of saliva. San used his free hand to push your thigh further apart, making you lie down on the couch. Without taking his eyes out of you, he pushed one finger inside of you. You close your eyes at the intrusion, savoring the sensation that you longed missed. A small slap on your cheek made you snap wide awake.

“Keep your eyes on me, y/n”

“Why would I?” you asked, biting your bottom lip as his finger skillfully moved inside of you. You had slept with him way too many times, and you body had no secrets for San, he could torture you without allowing you to reach your high or he could make it happen as quickly as he wanted. If there was one thing you learned, it is that he loves to see you break apart.

“I want you to know who is fuckign you.” San admitted, lowering himself to you, kissing your jaw. Smiling as he saw your cheeks tint with embarrassment, he smooched your face with kisses. “Because if you close your eyes again, I will judge that you are thinking about someone else.”

The statement made you smile, but soon you moaned again as the second finger entered you, curling exactly where you needed it. “Do you also think of me when you are getting your dick wet somewhere else ?”

San didn’t answer you, his blond hair falling over his eyes as he focused on fingering you. Soon, your moans echoed through the room. You fought to keep your eyes on him as instructed, but with pleasure it was becoming difficult to focus on anything else but the feeling of his fingers.

You whined at the sudden loss of contact. You felt your cheeks burning as you watched San lick his fingers coated in your juices. Gosh, this guy was something else. He smirked as he noticed your embarrassment, lowering himself once more before capturing your lips on his. It was messy, tongues fighting one another for dominance as you attested yourself on him. You sighed in delight upon feeling the tip of his member poke at your entrance.

“Who was it?”

You opened your eyes, shivering at the darkened look San gave you. “What?”

“The guy you were with before getting home. Who was it?”

You groaned in annoyance, moving your hips up in order to get him closer to you, but San’s grip helped your body down firmly. His fingertips burned your skin, and you were sure it would leave marks.

“Fuck you San, are you here to fuck me or are you here to talk bullshit?”

Instead of answering, San shoved himself inside of you, making you yelp in surprise. Your arms went instinctively around his shoulders for support, but he was quick to slap your hands away. Before you could protest, he locked your wrist together above your head, his strong grip making you wince in pain as your body tried to accommodate him inside. You knew fairly well that he was big, but your body barely remembered how monstrous he was.

“Fuck, wait-” You tried to warned but San didnt listen to you, instead moving his hips forward until he was buried in you. Without allowing you to take a break, he snapped his hips back and forth, picking a steady pace. Your hair fell over your face and mouth, as you closed your eyes, pain and pleasure overwhelming you, You felt another slap, harsher than the previous one against your skin. Glaring up at San, he smirked again.

“You have become disobedient”

“Hit me again and you will lose your hand!” you yelled which was followed by a loud moan, that made you blush in embarrassment as San aimed exactly where it made your stomach curl in heat pleasure.

“What was that?” he purred, his movements becoming slower yet so deep that you could feel him inside of you. It was torturous, it was so good, you hated it. San’s free hand found itself going to your neck, giving it a light squeeze at first, as if he was testing the waters. You whined in pleasure, painfully aware of every parcel of his body moving against yours. You heard him chuckled lowly, his hand wrapping itself around your neck and squeezing.

Your eyes opened wide, looking at him. San had his face flushed, a grin plastered on his face as he breathed loudly. His eyes never left yours as he felt your core tying around him as he picked his pace once again. You wanted to speak, you wanted to moan, to scream at him, to hate him. But your lungs burned from the lack of air and everything became so intense.

San pounded into you, mercilessly. It felt like a punishment, a punishment from leaving him for so long, for keeping him waiting all this time. You didn't care. You would be stronger than this. but you couldn't deny the pleasure he brought you with each thrust he gave against you.. You felt your eyes swollen in tears but you refused to cry.

“Hush, baby..” San murmured, his hips getting slower. He released your throat before kissing your puffy wet lips, licking at your bottom lip. “Slow down baby, imma bout to show you.. why you can't run from me”

What happened next was surreal. San easily turned you around, lifting your hips up in the air, using one of his hands to grab a handful of your hair before burying your face into one of the couch pillows. You screamed in pleasure against it, as you felt the new angle allowing San to go deeper into your body. Everything burned in pleasure and pain, his fingers digging your skin as he held your hips firmly at each slam of his own body against yours. Your scalp was screaming in pain at his grip on your hair. You needed to breath, yet you couldn't do much but moan pathetically against the pillow, your saliva coating the tissue.

“Fuck.. I missed you, little one”

You couldn't answer it, closing your eyes and allowing San to use your body as he seemed fit. You hated this whole thing. You had no opportunity to kiss him properly, to let your hands roam around his tattooed body, you hadn't even the possibility to suck him off. San, this man, who hadn't seen you in 3 months and the first thing he did when he saw you again was bury his dick in you instead of talking shit out. typical.

Every time you had imagined him coming over, a sorrow expression on his face. You had imagined him asking you for forgiveness, him crying in your arms as he tried to explain shit to you. You had wanted him to be there, to show how much you mattered, you wanted him to care for you at least once. Why were you expecting anything different?

You had known him for longer than you can remember. San wasn't merciful, he wasn't the type to put others before his needs. No, The Red Dragon was a skillful and brutal killer that took whatever he wanted from others. And that included you.

The daughter of Zeeta’s CEO.

You felt your core tight in pleasure, the bliss upon you. Moaning loudly again, your body squirmed beneath San. He released your hair, grabbing your waist this time, pulling you further against him, each thrust hitting something inside of you that made your body shock in ecstasy. Before you could say anything your orgasm washed over you. It was hard, fast and long, curling your toes and knocking the rest of the air you had, out of your lungs.

A long cry left your lips as San’s thrust showed no intention of stopping. The overstimulation was too much, the pain becoming way too overpowering over the pleasure. You tried to squirm away but he held you still. Feeling San’s right hand coming to the front of your neck, he lifted your body up until your backs stuck against his sweaty torso. His breathing became hoarse, rougher, the sweet low grunts making your hair stand up.

“Be good, y/n..”

Another long moan mixed with yelps left your lips as he sank his teeth into your neck, sucking the skin harshly as he purchased his own release. You felt your mind slip away, your vision becoming blurry and the strength on your body giving you up. You didn't know if it was from the overstimulation, from San’s powerful thrusts or the fact that you haven't eaten much that day that made you lose consciousness. But the low moans of San releasing were the last thing you had heard before falling into a deep state of blackness, consumed by the depth of darkness.

…

You woke up, the soft ray of sunlight caressing your eyes. Blinking to chase the sleep away, you winced as you tried to move your body. Looking around you noticed that you were still on the couch, a blanket covering your naked body.

“San?” You called for his name. The whole apartment was too quiet, the sound of the cars outside being the only symphony to your ears along with the clock ticking. You forced yourself into a sitting position hissing again at the pain on your backside.

It hadn't been a dream. Yet, San felt like one, as he had left no trace of himself. He had disappeared once again as quickly as he had appeared. Rubbing your neck you cursed under your breath, before noticing something laying on your coffee table. You couldn't help but gasp as you saw a gun laying there, next to san’s half empty cigarette pack.

You reached for the gun, making sure it was locked in before confirming that it was loaded. That psycho. Why did he think that you needed this? in such a neighborhood?. You tsked in annoyance, rubbing your eyes before allowing your body to sink on the couch. His scent still lingered against your body and despised the thought paining you, you needed to wash it away from your body.

No, Y/n, you couldn’t allow one fuck to change yur mind. You couldn't. You wanted him. But you wanted freedom far more.

After your shower and getting yourself ready, you left your apartment to go to the Pirate Coffee Shop. It was Tuesday morning, and the streets weren't busy this time of the morning which was perfect. When you entered, you greeted the owner who quickly went to get your order ready. You sat at your usual spot, trying to hide the discomfort that moving your body gave you.

“Good morning”

Wooyoung’s honey voice caught your attention. You looked up at him, smiling as he pushed your order against the table.

“Hey” you said, eyeing the dark haired male. When Wooyougn met your eyes, his features changed. You raised an eyebrow as you noticed his uneasiness, his smile fading.

“Hope you enjoy your coffee.”

The male said before turning his heels around and quickly vanishing behind the counter. You looked at him in confusion, not understanding the sudden change in his demeanor. You ended shrugging it off and focusing on your coffee. But as time went by, you tried to exchange gazes with the server, but Wooyoung seemed to be avoiding you at all costs, his smile disappearing every time your eyes met.

You couldn’t help but squint your eyes as you watched Wooyoung. He truly was ignoring you as he served the other clients, that usual smile decorating his face only when he was talking with other people. It frustrated you, this guy had tried to play heroes with you, you had kindly invited him over and now he is acting as if he didnt know you? shit, that made you ick.

You gulped down on your coffee, before standing up from your seat. You shoved a few coins against the table before leaving the coffee shop, not sparing another look at that man. Why would you care anyway? you don't own that brat anything and he certainly did not owe you any shit either. With that in mind, you proceed to just go with your day. You didn't have much to do now that you were out of the gang, but you decided that you could make some good use of Yeosang’s money for once. With that you allowed yourself to have some take out and go shopping for new makeup and clothing. You also needed to buy some fragranced candles. San’s scent was infesting your couch and your living room, you needed to make that go away or you would go crazy.

Once you were done with everything, you began to make your way back home. The cigarette burned against your lips, as you eyed the sky lost in thought. You stopped in the hallway that led to the backside of the Pirate coffee shop, your eyes catching Wooyoung’s figure as he was throwing away the trash into the big disposable bin.

You smirked. He seemed tired, his black hair escaping from his lazy bun and damn, he kinda looked good in those black uniforms. You didn't know if the need to tease this man came from your frustration or because you wanted to prove to yourself that San held no power on you. Throwing your cigarette to the ground, you walked toward him.

“You finished with your shift?”

Wooyoung looked over at you as he heard your voice. You saw a faint of a smile before he changed to something more neutral. “Yeah, just finished.”

“Wanna grab a drink? I still need to thank you for what you did yesterday” You said as you finally reached him, looking up at his almond eyes. Wooyoung’s jaw twisted slightly

“I don't know if that is a good idea. '' He said, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact with you. You frowned

“uh? Why not?”

Wooyoung sighed, looking at you. Then, he pointed to your neck, a tint blush coloring his cheeks and a pout designing itself on his lips ``Your boyfriend probably wouldn't appreciate it”

That’s when you realized it. That brat was acting weird all day because he had seen the hickeys left by San the night before. You couldn't help but laugh and Wooyiung became even more uneasy, his pout becoming a full upset frown.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Yeah, I am. Wooyoung, for a brat you kinda cute you know?”

Judging by the redness of his face, he wasn't expecting the comment. “pardon me?”

“I don't have a boyfriend if that is your concern. So, wanna grab a drink or do I need to tell you about who sleeps with me beforehand ?”

You kept your grin as he mumbled incoherent words out of embarrassment. Wooyoiung cleared his throat, removing the pieces of hair that fell over his eyes.

“Sorry, I didn't meant to come out as an idiot”

“You didn’t” you eased him “it is actually considerate of you.” Wooyoung looked at you, finally flashing you a big smile, his dimples showing which made your face relax. there was something about him that truly made you feel comfortable

“Give me 5 minutes, I will join you at the entrance of the shop. Does that sound good?”

“Marvelous”

You said, genuinely smiling as you watched the boy hurry back inside the coffee shop. Maybe, Itaewon wasn't that bad after all.

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