#the-wonandonly

With all the work for the new comeback, the boys have all been getting home late, some with smudged makeup. And you didn’t want to pride yourself, but you’d say you were something like a mother, as you were already a caretaker for the apartment, to the 7 boys, reminding them to brush their teeth, cleaning off their face for them when they missed a spot of makeup. When Hongjoong much too stressed and tired, you’d maybe even run a bath for him, with essential oils to relax his muscles.

By the time seven of them were accommodated for and fast asleep in their beds, you’d help your boyfriend clean off his makeup and have a late night snack with him. You were always so much more gentle with him, as he was kind of a crybaby.

This night in particular, he was exhausted. San’s eyes lagged, and he could barely keep them open. You were sure every time you had him shut his eyes so you could rub off the rest of his eye makeup, he’d fall asleep at that second.

Sighing, you brushed off the last of his makeup and rubbed his head, “Baby, you need to sleep. You’re exhausted.”

Pouting, he pulled you in by your waist and rested his head on your stomach, “Don’t go home.” He whined.

“I have work tomorrow, San.”

“Don’t leave. I can’t sleep without you.” He rested his chin on your stomach and looked up at you with heavy, tired eyes, “I’ll wake you up early, so you won’t be late. And, I have some of your clothing still here.”

Considering his history of following his words, you smiled, “Okay, I’ll stay the night.”

San gave a sweet smile and stood from the toilet lid, taking your wrist and dragging you to the shared room. Yunho was already fast asleep in his bunk, the blanket tucked between his legs as he cuddled the rest of it to his chest. He didn’t seem to have planned waking up any time soon. San helped you up the ladder, his hands gently holding your waist until you were all the way in the bed, and he climbed up as well, resting beside you. Taking you into his arms, he fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. Glancing at your cell phone, you realized it was 12:40, a new record considering his streak of insomnia lately due to the worry about the success of the comeback.

You turned so your face was to San’s and fell asleep with San’s head under your chin.

And when you next woke up, checking the alarm clock for extra measure, it was 5 in the morning. Yunho wasn’t in bed, and you assumed the others were already in the living room, washing up from breakfast. Throughout the night, San and you have changed roles, and you were cuddled into San’s chest with his chin on top of your head. You could see the discarded Shiber plush thrown to the side and you couldn’t help but smile.

San held you close, letting out a soft sigh, before he opened his eyes. Rolling onto his back, he rubbed his eyes.

“Good morning.” You smiled, leaning on your elbow, “How’d you sleep?”

San only pulled you onto his chest, kissing your forehead. He stayed like that for a second, before sighing, “I’m hard.”

Looking up at him, you couldn’t help but laugh, “You can’t just say stuff like that, San.” You brushed his bed head down, only for it to stick back up, “Do you need help?”

He nodded, “You caused it, you fix it.”

Playfully gasping, you smiled, “How did I cause it?”

“By staying the night. This is the third time you’ve spent the night and the third time we’ve had this issue.” He gave a giggle, pulling your legs over his waist. As you settle your heat again his hard on, he let a sigh escape his lips, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck,” San ran his hands under your shirt and over your bare stomach, “In my dream, you were wearing my clothes, and you looked so small, and I just wanted to take advantage of you.” You shifted, and he groaned.

You smiled, grinding against his bulge, listening to his soft moans, “Why don’t you take advantage of me now?”

“Shit,” San lifted his hips, sliding off his sweats and boxers. He was so eager to fuck into you already. He wanted to feel your warmth around him while you contract around him before you reached your high. San pushed your shorts to the side, rubbing his thumb against your clit, “You’re so wet, baby.” He smiled. “If it hurts, tell me.”

You nodded, trying to force down a chill as it climbs up your back.

When he sunk you onto his hard on, he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his throat. San used his hands to guide you up and down his member. “Fu… fuck, you’re so tight…” He sighed, occasionally rutting his hips up.

“S… San…” You cooed, resting your hands on his chest, and gave yourself leverage. “Ah… You… You’re fucking me so g-good…”

“Do you like that, baby?” He asked in his gravely morning voice, “You’re so warm.” San tucked a tendril of hair behind your ear, “You’re so beautiful.”

You whimpered, looking at him with hooded eyes. Neither of you picked up the pace, and it was probably a good idea not to, as sleep still plagued San. “Ah…” You moaned, feeling heat build in your abdomen, “I’m… I’m close…”

San’s thumb met your bundle once again, rubbing it gently, watching your convulse forward, “Cum on my cock, baby. I wanna look at you.” He added pressure as he rubbed in circles, “You look so pretty when you’re out of breath.”

With each compliment he gave you, you grew closer to your climax before you were blinded by white. A soft moan escaped your throat as you settled on his dick. “San…”

He smiled, “You’re so soft, baby,” He praised, “I’m so close.” He just wanted to feel you. San sat up, holding you close to his chest, as he began to fuck into you. Nothing too strong or too harsh, but just enough to give him the satisfaction from the painful hard he had. Each thrust, his pattern got much more messy and uneven. He whispered soft praises into your ear before he pulled out with a hoarse moan and came on his stomach.

With a sigh, you both settled on the bed, shy giggles and sweet kisses.

“Thank you for your help,” San smiled. Leaning over you to check the clock, he sighed, “It’s only 5:50.”

Rolling over on his side, you smiled, “I think the best part about spending the night here is that I don’t have to get up extremely early to get to work.”

Kissing your forehead, he sat up, “And I think the best part about you spending the night here is that I get to sleep and wake up with you.”

And with that, Wooyoung threw his door open, “San, Y/N, breakfast is ready.” San switched from the sweet loving boyfriend to the childish main dancer of Ateez with his best friends.