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Wooyoung had a long long day. He drank his second large coffee by lunch and ran back to the dorms after he got everything done and it was raining so he couldn't run and he feels like he really needs to pee already, walking with his strides too fast but careful enough not to slip cause he was in a hurry.
He texts his roommate, Choi San, his ever loving soulmate and his dearest that he plans to run towards the bathroom so it would help out so much if San would open the door for him already.
'San-ah, I really need to pee so bad unlock the door already'
He didn't receive a reply, and its a common thing for them already, like no shame at all cause San knows Wooyoung tends to forget everything when he is busy so all bodily functions are like out of his brain if he was doing something. Yes, that includes eating (he gets scolded for that a lot okay) and San usually doesn't reply when he is playing but it got delivered so he wishes that he saw it.
So yeah, Wooyoung had his thighs pressed together by the time he gets into the apartment door, already having his ID and his jacket into his bag so he can throw it when he gets inside, he will get it later.
He immediately tried to bolt, his eyes locked onto the half-open bathroom door at the end of the hall. Noooo—oof, his momentum carried him straight into a solid, towering chest.
"Whoa, Young-ah, slow down—" San’s voice cut off as Wooyoung gasped, the sudden, jarring impact of their bodies sending a sharp shockwave straight through his devastatingly full bladder as he fell down.
Yes, Wooyoung just. just accidentally peed in the middle of their living room while still in his clothes, shit, while San watches him. Fuck.
With his own knees buckled beneath him, an unstoppable wave of heat burst through his underwear, soaking instantly through the thin cotton and the fabric of his skirt.
He couldn't stop it.
Wooyoung's eyes grew wide and glassy, fixed entirely on the sudden, stunned expression in San’s dark eyes as the warm pool expanded rapidly beneath him, staining the center tile in their apartment living room.
A pathetic, broken sob caught in the back of his throat, his hands clutching at his own knees in utter desperation and burning humiliation as he sat there, completely exposed, peeing himself while his soulmate stood directly over him, watching the liquid darken the floor.
Wooyoung couldn't even breathe for a second as he gets so flustered, deeply embarrassed and scared. San—San didn't even yell or laugh as if already understanding. San just-hic.
He simply knelt down, his large, warm hand cupping the back of Wooyoung’s neck as the smaller one looked frozen. "Clean yourself in the bathroom, Young-ah. I got it."
The soft, unbothered tone only made the more tears spill over Wooyoung’s flushed cheeks, his hands trembling as he scrambled up, leaving his wet backpack where it fell.
He immediately fled down the short hallway, shutting the bathroom door behind him but completely forgetting to click the lock in his haste to escape the scene of his shame.
What the fuck Youngie?
Wooyoung stripped his soaked skirt and underwear down in an instant as he turned the tap on full blast, his ears red as he couldn't believe what just happened.
His bare thighs shivered from the damp chill of the room as he immediately tried to clean his soaked clothes off.
The scent of lavender soap began to mix with the sharp, warm tang of his accident, a constant reminder of what he had just done as he couldn't help but to tear up because of so much embarssment. It's the first time it happened okay.
With him being so focused on cleaning his undergarments as he bent down on the sink because his knees were still weak that he didn't notice the door clicking open behind him without a warning.
Before Wooyoung could even see or turn around, San’s heavy, solid warmth pressed flush against his bare spine, pinning him securely against the edge of the sink.
"Wash your pussy, baby," San murmured, his tone quiet and voice low, already rubbing right against the sensitive shell of Wooyoung’s ear, sending a violent shiver straight down his legs.
San’s large, calloused hand slid smoothly down between Wooyoung’s trembling thighs, his long fingers parting the wet, sensitive folds of his embarrassed roommate without a hint of hesitation.
"W-Wha—" The blunt tip of San’s finger pressed directly against the highly sensitive, swollen bud of his clit, smearing the residual wetness with pressure that made Wooyoung’s hips instinctively jerk forward with a sharp intake of breath.
"Look at how soaked you are," San whispered, his breath hot and damp against the back of Wooyoung’s neck as his middle finger slid slowly between Wooyoung's cunt without fully entering. "So wet you couldn't even make it to the toilet, hm? Look at yourself."
"Ah—h-hng, I didn't mean to-" The wet friction of San’s fingers sliding deep inside the smaller male echoed softly in the small room, the rhythm unyielding as San hooked his other hand firmly around Wooyoung's hip, digging his fingers into the soft flesh to hold him steady. "N-No-"
"Sannie—why are you touching me? s-stop-AH!" A pathetic whine tore from Wooyoung’s throat as San's finger pushed inside, stretching his tight walls open and bottoming out against his cervix until Wooyoung's knuckles turned entirely white from gripping the porcelain edges of the sink.
"Is this not an invitation, Young-ah?" San murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated right against Wooyoung’s chest as he leaned in closer, trapping him completely.
"You leave yourself wide open for me to just come in and claim you after making a mess in our living room."
"N-no, San-ah, please" Wooyoung whimpered, his hands coming up to press weakly against San’s broad shoulders, his fingers twitching against the fabric of San's shirt.
"j-just a bad timing, I just had a bad time, y-yeah, the timing was just so bad, I didn't mean to—"
"You didn't mean to?" San cut him off, his gaze dropping down to where his own hand was buried between Wooyoung’s trembling thighs, then sliding back up to lock onto Wooyoung’s flushed, tear-stained face as his other hand gripped into Wooyoung's soft locks to make the younger look directly at him.
"S-Sannie-" Wooyoung tried to think of an excuse, tried to assemble a coherent sentence to defend himself, but the heavy, rhythmic twitch of San’s fingers inside him was turning his brain to absolute mush, his eyes tearing up more because of the humiliating reminder of how completely exposed he was right now.
"Aw, my poor baby," San cooed, the tone entirely fake and dripping with a dark, teasing amusement that made Wooyoung’s cheeks burn hotter. He reached up with his free hand, his thumb and forefinger pinching Wooyoung’s chin tightly to tilt his face up, forcing him.
"Look at you, crying and shivering. Let me help you wash yourself, hm?" San stares down directly at him as his lips quirk up to the side.
"Since I was the one who had to clean up your little mess in the living room."
"I can...I can do it myself, San-ah, I'm sorry," Wooyoung whispered, a pathetic sob bubbling up as he tried to pull his chin away from that heavy grip. "Let me just wash the clothes, please, I'll clean the rest—"
San raised his brow, his grip on Wooyoung’s chin tightening just enough to stop the movement. "I don't think so, Young-ah."
"You've already proven you can't take care of your own body today."
Without breaking eye contact, San’s hand shifted lower, his thick fingers spreading the swollen, slick labia wide open under the harsh bathroom light, exposing the pulsing, wet entrance completely to his touch as he rubbed his thumb firmly over the highly sensitive clit.
With the cold water from the tap kept running, San reached over and cupped a handful of the cool liquid. He guided it straight between Wooyoung's bare thighs, throwing it over his highly sensitive, swollen core that he was holding wide open.
"mhn—" Wooyoung let out a violent, sharp intake of breath, his hips jerking wildly against San’s chest as the freezing contrast hit his feverish skin, washing away the residual stickiness of his accident all while San’s finger stayed buried deep inside him, unmoving and heavy.
The wet friction of San's thumb rubbing a slow, bruising circle right against his over-stimulated clit made Wooyoung’s knees buckle completely.
"Hyung should be given an apology, don't you think? Right, Youngie?"
San rarely refers to himself as Wooyoung's hyung cause they were born he same year and it shouldn't affect Wooyoung like this but it really does. Fucking hell.
Wooyoung’s feels like his lower stomach twist into an unbearable knot as he let out another broken cry, his internal walls instantly clamping down, tightening against San's fingers.
His pussy throbbing desperately around the intrusion.
San merely chuckled, the vibration of his chest pressing right into Wooyoung’s shoulder blades as he tilted Wooyoung’s chin up even higher, his thumb digging into the soft flesh under his jaw until Wooyoung had no choice but to look at him through his pitiful tears.
"Look at you, clamping down so tight on me. are you that needy, baby?" San murmured, his dark eyes locking onto Wooyoung’s glassy, unfocused gaze as he assessed the younger male for a bit before continuing.
"Say it nicely, Young-ah."
"I'm—I'm sorry, hyung," Wooyoung sobbed, the title slipping past his trembling lips with a pathetic, desperate whine as he tried to push his hips back against San’s hand, completely starved for the friction he was being denied. "I'm sorry! Please, San-ah, it hurts, it's too much—"
"It's hyung when you're being a bad boy," San corrected instantly, his fingers suddenly twisting inside his tight, wet cunt as he kept stretching the pulsing walls until a wet squelch echoed between their bodies.
"Try again, baby."
"Tell hyung how sorry you are for being so dirty in our living room." San didn't push any deeper, keeping his knuckles resting heavy against Wooyoung's sensitive outer lips, completely stalling any real rhythm until he got exactly what he wanted.
Wooyoung’s trembles too much as his knuckles turned completely white against the edge of the sink with his fingers almost slipping as San basically holds him up with his body.
He can barely think, is this real, fuck, San looks like he would devour him.
Wooyoung's thoughts were cut when San brought his index finger down as pushed them in together, the sudden width forcing a muffled, broken shriek from Wooyoung’s throat as his hole started gaping widely around the thick base of San’s knuckles.
Fuckfuckfuck
"I’m waiting, Young-ah," San murmured, his lips brushing right against the wet, sweat-damp hair at Wooyoung’s temple, his voice entirely devoid of rush. He hooked his fingers slightly inside, spreading his pussy lips right enough to expose more slick.
"Tell hyung exactly what you did, and say it nicely."
"I'm sorry—hyung, please, I'm so sorry," Wooyoung wailed, his head dropping low as a heavy string of saliva mixed with the tears running down his face, dripping into the swirling water of the sink. The sheer size of San’s fingers stretching him open felt like too much, making his lower abdomen ache with a desperate, heavy pressure that demanded movement, yet San remained completely still, deliberately withholding while the younger kept crying even when barely touched.
Humiliation, embarrassment, desire and so much want piling together. Poor Youngie can't control anything.
"I'm sorry I was so dirty! I'm sorry I peed in the middle of the room and made a mess for hyung to clean up. Please, m' full, stretch me more, please—"
"Good boy," San praised as he finally began to move his hand. He didn't pull out, instead driving the two fingers deeper with a sudden, heavy thrust that bottomed out completely against Wooyoung's sensitive cervix, forcing a loud wet squelch to echo.
Hyung's good boy.
The ruthless pace makes Wooyoung shake so much as San kept staring at his cunt, making the slick hole gape open repeatedly under his gaze as the older looked fascinated with how Wooyoung's pussy keeps his fingers in.
"Look at how pretty you look when you're stretched out like this, begging your hyung for it."
Wooyoung could only let out a series of short, sharp intakes of breath, his hips jerking helplessly against the heavy, calloused hand that kept him pinned as he has no thoughts, only SanSanSanS—
His breath too uneven as Wooyoung’s head hung low as he was getting overwhelmed quick as his vision go dark at the edges. "S-Sannie-"
"Hush, sweetheart" San murmured, his lips pressing a warm, damp kiss against the wet skin behind Wooyoung’s ear. "Let's see if we can get you to loosen up for hyung."
Without a single warning, San aligned his thumb against Wooyoung's throbbing clit and forced a third finger straight into the opening that made broken shriek from Wooyoung’s throat get louder with his knees giving out entirely.
Trembling like a leaf he was only held upright by the massive hand hooked around his hip. With three fingers driving deep, bottoming out against Wooyoung's cervix with a sudden, heavy thrust that sent a violent, electric shockwave straight through his lower belly kept the younger sobbing so loud.
"h-hyungie-AHCK! nhngh-" Wooyoung’s hips jerked uncontrollably, his hands slipping completely off the wet porcelain of the sink as the intense, over-stimulating pressure hit the internal peak. "m' g-gonna—" His walls clamped down with a desperate, frantic twitch, and then a sudden, heavy spray of clear fluid burst from his center, squirting hard against San’s buried fingers and splashing over the back of San’s hand, dripping heavily onto the damp floor tiles below.
Wooyoung let out a long, trembling sob, his body turning to absolute water as the orgasm wrecked through him, leaving him completely breathless and shivering. "m' s-sorry h-hyung, sorry"
San didn't look offended by the fresh mess at all though, letting out hum and a satisfied chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he slowly withdrew his fingers from the pulsing, wide-open opening, the tight pink folds remaining completely uncoiled and gaping from the stretch. "Oh baby."
The younger just fell into his hyung's arms with strength entirely gone, hitting San’s broad chest as he sloped downward. Of course, San caught him easily by the waist with one arm, taking the younger boy’s entire weight against his own solid frame, letting Wooyoung bury his tear-stained face deep into the crook of his neck.
"p-please" He doesn't know what he is begging for. no coherent thoughts. just San.
Wooyoung sobbed quietly against the warm skin, his fingers clutching weakly at San’s shoulders, his breath coming in hot, desperate against San’s throat.
San lifted his wet hand, his fingers were completely slick, coated in the thick, sweet cream of Wooyoung’s release and the clear fluid from his climax. Mine.
Right before Wooyoung’s glassy, unfocused eyes, San licked his own fingers clean, his dark eyes locking onto Wooyoung’s face as he swallowed the taste with a slow, deliberate movement of his throat, wet sounds can be easily heard as it was so filthy that the younger male let out another cry.
Choi San is a fucking demon. a hot one.
The sight made a tingling heat spark instantly in Wooyoung’s empty, throbbing cunt. His cunnie aching deeply as he watched San’s tongue clean those sinful fingers that just ruined him. Too fucking hot.
Before Wooyoung could even whine at the sudden surge of arousal, San’s large hands hooked firmly under his thighs, lifting his bare, shivering body completely off the wet floor as he opened the bathroom door. Placing a soft towel into Wooyoung's body as San carried the younger into his bedroom.
This is going to be a long night.