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"It makes sense in a way," Wooyoung began slowly, cocking his head as he took him in, head to toe. "I think I manifested this."
San's hands came up in front of him, stopping mid motion of straggling a pretty phantom neck. "The fuck are you on about?"
Wooyoung smiled serenely. "You know when I was a teenager I spent a lot of time wishing for vampires and werewolves to be real—big fan as I said. The grimoire I found on ebay said nothing about this time delay in the spell's effectiveness though…" He trailed off at the end, appearing to consider this seriously, perhaps contemplating whether he should write the seller a belated review and torment them instead.
San was genuinely baffled, lingering fury subdued as he processed all of that. "You…you bought some kind of fake hocus pocus book of ebay?!"
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Vampire Choi San's existence spans hundreds of years and he will still claim with absolute confidence that Jung Wooyoung is the most batshit crazy, annoying, high maintenance person he has ever met. Literally the last person on earth he would want to have as a companion on a road trip to Japan. Unfortunately, that is exactly what has to happen for San to get his peaceful eternity back.
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Wooyoung wants to be big, tough and undeniably straight. He spends his days at the campus gym trying to bulk up his lean frame and beat up anyone who threatens his fragile ego. San thinks he’s just a loud-mouthed boy in deep denial and he’s tired of the act. When San catches Wooyoung in a desperate, clumsy attempt to 'prove' his own heterosexuality to himself, he decides to step in.
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San wants to fuck the homophobia right out of Wooyoung’s tight, virgin ass. He’s going to strip away every bit of that 'manly' pride until all is left a boy so thoroughly broken and addicted to a cock inside him that he forgets he ever hated it.
Bookmarked by MEOWb1tch
10 May 2026
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That was hands down the wildest freakiest woosan smut I've ever read. One word: YES.
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There’s very little one person can do about the end of the world.
Survival turns into a balancing act of purpose and control, fear and hope. The worst scars are sometimes those that can’t be seen, and the biggest threat is hardly ever the undead.
Before the apocalypse, Yeosang discovered that his slick has an…interesting effect on others. It becomes an invaluable resource After, a honey trap, of sorts. He’s figured out how to use it to lure lonely alphas into compromising positions, and while Yeosang distracts them, Wooyoung steals whatever they might need.
It’s a plan they’ve practically perfected.
But sometimes, things go wrong.
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“‘Fraid it’s gonna cost you this time, sweetheart,” San rasps, voice like molasses left too long in summer heat—dark, slow, dripping with too much intent.
“Yeah?” Wooyoung whispers, the word soft, trembling on the edge of provocation. The sharp cockiness of earlier has hollowed out, left something more raw, more reckless, behind. “And what exactly am I paying with?”
“You’re not made of money out here,” San murmurs, the words drawn from somewhere low, somewhere bruised, dark and patient and rough with the weight of all the things he hasn’t said and may never say. His thumb drifts lower, down the elegant cut of Wooyoung’s jaw, slow and sure, tracing the line like he’s reading something written in a language only he knows. Reverence, hidden beneath the shape of danger. Worship disguised as a warning.
“So I’ll take what I want.”
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rich boy wooyo likes playing with motorcycles, and mechanic san likes playing with him
Series
- Part 1 of two hands on the throttle
Bookmarked by MEOWb1tch
05 May 2026
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This must be some of the hottest tensions I've read. Insane dynamic btw woo and san.
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San had known, the few times he’d given in and touched Wooyoung, slept with him, that it had been a horrible idea. But there was only so much he could do, when things got heated. Sure, he was a man of restraint, but even he had his limits. He’d tried very hard to refrain, because this was work. Just because he was attracted to the man did not mean he should indulge, and yet, he had already. He had, and now Wooyoung had come to somewhat expect it.
Maybe not expect. Maybe crave. Maybe he wanted it just as badly as San did. But he couldn’t give in, every time. It would turn into something else, something other than work if he were to unlock his door and let him inside. He felt worse, using his attention as some kind of sick reward system for control over his client’s son. But there was nothing he could do, now. He had gotten himself in way too deep.