A/N

I didn't have much time to write a new chapter and develope the plot, so I decided to post this instead.

San and Wooyoung have parted ways silently. It was the right way. But what if this happened instead...

🔞 Filler smut chapter 🔞

"Even if we're breaking up, if there's an emergency just call me, okay?"

He nodded and raised his head to make eye contact "I will"

We kept staring at each other in silence for long before he leaned closer pressing his lips against mine. I felt my heart as it started beating furiously. It was maddeningly soft. It was barely there and then lost when I moved slightly away, scared that it would have made things more complicated. That it would hurt more to say goodbye.

"Woo, we need to..."

But Wooyoung shut me, he chased my mouth and kissed me again, harder, asking without words. Please. He didn't say it, but I could hear him loud by the way he was pulling at my hair. And I was too weak, maybe still too selfish, but I couldn't deny him what he was asking. I kissed him back.

The furious beating of Wooyoung's heart was almost audible as I kissed him again and again. I couldn't help myself and made a noise in the back of my throat, guttural, and suddenly, as it ignite it, the laziness of our kissing melted away. I parted my lips whispering Wooyoung's name into his mouth, and I let my hand slid up the length of his back to fist in the back of his hair. Wooyoung gasped and I stuck my tongue deeper inside his mouth. His grip on me clutched tighter when I leaned up on my elbow to change the angle we were lying on, as if he was scared I would leave him. His hands left my hair and pulled at the hem of my shirt.

"Off" he managed to say between our kisses.

"Yeah? You want me to?" I was breathless.

Wooyoung nodded "Please."

There must have been something in Wooyoung's voice when he said it because, once again, I felt my world crumble and I knew I was completely lost for him. I used one hand to viciously pull my shirt off over my head, obliging and throwing it to the side of the couch and not bothering to look at where it landed. Then I pulled his oversize t-shirt, removing it too.

"San..." he whimpered as I stood up to look at him properly.

He put one hand flat on my belly, I felt my breath stuttered and my stomach flexed beneath his palm when Wooyoung's wrist bumped the bulge of my cock as he trailed his hand down. He bit his lip and stuck his fingers into the waistband to grip it and pull me down on top of him as he dropped onto his back once again.

The feeling of Wooyoung's hand on my waistband and his fingers slipped into the top had me in a frenzy: our chests bumped as I followed him down, immediately finding his mouth and meeting it with a bruising kiss that made our teeth click. We started to kiss harder and touched more erratically. Wooyoung's hands felt every inch of my exposed back, using his blunt nails, drawing almost animalistic grunts out of me when he did it.

I couldn't hold myself anymore and I lowered my hands to his waist, I started pulling his underwear tantalizingly slow down the long length of his legs until he was begging me to just tear them.

It was almost unbearable to look at him. Laid out like this, long and lean, I realized that it could be the last time I was seeing him like this and I felt my heart clench in my chest.

"Sanie" Wooyoung's voice shook me from my line of thoughts and I focused on him again, his hand was palming his greedy cock slowly.

I hurried through stepping out of my pants and underwear too, cock hard and heavy between my legs, still standing and admiring the whole picture of Wooyoung beneath me: his lean belly, absent of the visible cut of abs, but flat and taut with a shallow navel that I just wanted to dip my tongue into. The dusky discs of his nipples that I had touched thousand times and I knew how much he liked to have touched. I ached to put my mouth on them to hear again the noise it would draw out of him. Wooyoung closed his eyes bashfully as I got up on the couch and ran my hands up his thighs: they were delightfully tan, paler than usual with autumn, but deliciously soft and muscular to the touch. My throat clicked with an audible dryness as I swallowed and gently pushed Wooyoung's legs apart.

Wooyoung whimpered. His cock was hard and flushed red, the tip already leaking. I knew he must have been so sensitive it almost hurt, so I avoided touching him right away and just ran a flat palm down the length of him from chest to belly.

"God, Wooyoung" I breathed, heart in my throat as Wooyoung looked up at me with adoration "You're so beautiful"

I braced his hands on the bed over his shoulders and lowered myself down to kiss him.

When I lowered the head of my cock bumped against the shaft of Wooyoung and slid along the juncture of his hip and the urgency returned. I felt my mouth hot and feverish against Wooyoung's, tongue insistent, sliding in and then out as I moved my kisses across his cheek to his jaw. Wooyoung made the most wonderful noises as I kissed down his neck. I switched to teeth and tongue, biting and licking, carelessly marking up his neck because even if we were breaking up I wanted him to remember me, remember us, during the days after. I kissed down his chest and, cautiously, pushed my thumb against one nipple while flicking at the other with my tongue.

Wooyoung's hips jerked. His hands grabbed hard at my biceps and his back arched, cock sliding against the lower part of my chest. Filth poured out of his mouth as his tip dripped precum onto his flat belly and I did it again. And again. I wanted to hear him more. I put my mouth over it fully, sucking, scraping the hard stub of it with my teeth and shuddering as Wooyoung's blunt nails dug crescent moons into the meat of my biceps. I sucked and licked at Wooyoung's sensitive nipple until his voice was a high whine of almost tears.

"San, please" Wooyoung gasped, his hips rolling, grinding his cock where it was trapped between our bodies. "Sanie, if you keep that up I'm going to cum"

"Then cum" I said, looking up at Wooyoung through my lashes, tongue still lapping at Wooyoung's nipple. Wooyoung squeezed his eyes closed and tossed his head back "And I'll make you cum again"

I moved away, though, trailing more hot, wet kisses down the length of Wooyoung's body. I dipped my tongue into the shallow depth of Wooyoung's navel the way I wanted, satisfied and groaning when Wooyoung moaned my name and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I kissed to the base of Wooyoung's cock and then followed my path back up until I was planting a kiss on his mouth and leaning away.

"Where's the lube?" I asked breathlessly.

"Bedroom" he gasped pointing at our room with his head.

I stood up, taking Wooyoung between my arms and bringing him with me to our bedroom. I let him lay on the bed between soft pillows and I opened the drawer of the nightstand searching for the bottle. When I found it I uncapped it, half out of my mind with lust, aware that Wooyoung was diligently watching my every move as I turned the bottle over and let the clear, viscous liquid drip over two of my fingers. Wooyoung's legs spread wider almost involuntarily at the sight of the lube dripping down my wrist.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

My breath was rough and I balanced on one hand. I directed Wooyoung into shifting his hips to put a pillow underneath his back for a better angle and I gently traced a finger up the inside of his thigh and around the curve of his ass before hesitating with one finger at his entrance.

Wooyoung nodded. His face was flushed and his red hair was plastered to his temples. In the low, warm-tinted light of the morning leaking throught the half-closed window, the sheen of sweat on his skin was visible, shining like some precious gem. With Wooyoung's permission, I slipped the first finger in slowly and then, after a few tender moments, fitted another when Wooyoung whimpered. I took my time, making it slow. I wanted him to savoir it all, to remember it in every little detail.

Looking at Wooyoung squirming underneath me and spreading his legs wider, openly moaning my name, begging for a third while I fingered him slow and deep, I couldn't help but think of how much I would have missed him.

I love you. I love you so much it hurts.

I kept repeating words that I knew I couldn't say out loud. I tried to focus on his body once again, knowing that I would have hurt both of us if I followed my feelings. I slid all three of my fingers from Wooyoung and poured more lube into my palm to slick up my cock. He gasped.

Leaning up on my knees, I grabbed Wooyoung's lean hips, smearing the lube and precum and sweat across his skin. The sight of it made my cock throb where it hung heavy and aching between us. It was a miracle Wooyoung hadn't cum yet with all the teasing I had done. It was unlikely he would last long when I finally slid in, but I wasn't going to, either. Wooyoung reached back to grab the wooden bar of the bed's headboard frame and arched his back in invitation.

"Please, Sanie" he whispered, eyes half-lidded and lips swollen "Please. I need you inside me"

I obliged.

The noises that spilled from Wooyoung's mouth were divine as I lined up, hands braced on his hips, and pushed into him slowly until I bottomed out. I waited for Wooyoung to adjust to the fullness of me: for both of us, because the tight, wet heat of his walls around my cock made me feel delirious with the need to snap my hips. My breath sawed out of me and I moaned, deep and throaty, when Wooyoung squirmed and begged me to move.

Wooyoung slid his hands to my shoulders and viciously dug his nails in. Our eyes met and Wooyoung, his face flushed with red need, bit his lip, "Fuck me, San. Please"

It was slow at first. I followed a similar rhythm to the way that we kissed, soft in the beginning, sweet and almost chaste. I pulled back, then rolled my hips and pushed back in. Slow and steady. Our breathing started to match pace and mingled where our mouths hovered just above meeting. Sometimes we kissed as I pumped his hips, tongues meeting and sliding together. Sometimes we just breathed each others' air and panted each other's names like gentle prayers in the dim light.

And, like our kisses, eventually the softness ebbed and the urgency bled in. As Wooyoung grew more comfortable, adjusted to the fit of my cock inside of him, he wrapped his legs around my waist to angle deeper. My hips faltered in their rhythm when Wooyoung fisted a hand in the back of my hair and yanked.

"Harder, San" he moaned, teeth buried in his lip "Harder. Oh, god, yes, like that!"

The pace quickened steadily until I was snapping my hips, the sound of our skin meeting audible beneath the frenetic rhythm of our matching breath. Wooyoung's requests turned to single words- harder, faster, there -and nothing left his mouth but strings of curses and my name. It did something inexplicable to hear Wooyoung moan my name like that: with his head thrown back, red hair glued to his sweaty skin, long neck stretched, adam's apple working against the taut skin and the steady rhythm of his grunting as I fucked into him. It was maddening. The sound of Wooyoung shouting my name when the head of my cock managed to hit against the right spot inside of him was almost enough to make me cum.

"So beautiful, Wooyoung" I panted, my arms starting to shake where they held him up. I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me: I knew Wooyoung was close, too, by the way his cock kept twitching and he clenched almost involuntarily around me as I thrusted roughly.

"So good, baby, sound so good"

Wooyoung squeezed his eyes closed.

"Fuck, you feel so good, San, harder! Yes, like that, oh, fuck" he arched his back and dug his nails in, harder, raking them across my back and leaving angry red lines in their wake. Not enough to draw blood but close "Please, touch me. San, please, touch me, I'm so close, I'm going to cum"

And I obliged this, too. Although my arm shook, I braced his weight on one so that I could wrap my fingers around Wooyoung's cock with my other hand. The reaction was immediate: I felt the way Wooyoung's cock throbbed as I started to stroke, slick from precum and sweat and residual lube, and the way his legs tried to close with the intensity of it. Sweat dripped from the point of my chin onto the hollow of Wooyoung's throat and gleamed in the light.

"Come on" I said softly, twisting my wrist and squeezing as I stroked in a way that had Wooyoung crying out.

I bent down to get as close to Wooyoung's ear as he could "Be a good boy and cum for me one last time, kitten"

It seemed to be the nickname that did it: I felt the way Wooyoung tensed all over, thighs and hole and belly and arms, breath catching and then releasing on a filthy string of profanity where he switched between my name and god's. I tilted my head down to watch as Wooyoung came and painted the flat, heaving line of his belly with milky white. I continued to stroke him through the rest of it until Wooyoung was pushing at my wrist and whimpering.

"Your turn, Sanie" he said, and, although he looked tired, he grinned.

Wooyoung helped by bracing himself on his elbows and rocking his hips to meet the brutal upstroke of my thrusts with his head tipped back between his shoulders. I watched the sweat drip down Wooyoung's chest, as he whimpered fo the overstimulation, but he didn't stop. I leaned down to put my mouth to Wooyoung's neck and licked at the shiny line of that drop. Wooyoung threaded a hand in the thick of my sweaty hair and gripped it hard to keep my head where it was.

"Oh, fuck, San!" Wooyoung yelped.

My pace was so quick and sharp now that the frame of the bed was banging rhythmically into the wall. Wooyoung pulled on my hair and the pleasure-pain that skittered down my back at the sensation had my hips faltering.

Wooyoung, seeming to sense I was teetering on the edge, turned to pant into my hair "I want you to finish inside me, Sanie. Please. Finish inside me. One last time, plese"

It was filthy. Pornographic coming from Wooyoung's mouth, and that, combined with the way he moaned my name, was all it took: I knocked him onto his back and held his wrists down to the bed so I could see his face as I pumped his hips violently once, twice, three more times before I tensed all over. Wooyoung bit his lip and let it go in satisfaction when I finally braced his knees and came inside of him, my cock throbbing, the pleasure a whole-body wave that almost knocked the strength from my arms. Wooyoung coaxed me with gentle encouragement through the last few slow pumps of my hips before I was pulling out and dropping beside him.

We laid there in silence for a while. There was no other sound in the room except the harsh synchronization of our breathing as it began to even out and eventually slowed. Sweat dried on our bodies and when I finally sat up we knew it was all over.

We cleaned up in silence, exchanging few last kisses, trying our best to not cry. I leaned my face on the crock of his neck one last time, breathing in his scent.

"I will never forget you" I whispered there.

That day he let me leave first, as I asked him to, hoping that I would have felt less bad not seeing him go. He sat on the couch armrest looking at me still holding his sad smile. I took in his sight for one last time, my gaze stopping at his eyes. Those sad, expressive eyes that made me fall in love. With the feeling of having my heart ripped out of my chest I turned my back to him and walked out of the house using all my might to not turn and look at him one last time.

Wooyoung and I were done.