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Who

February Filth Fest : Day Three

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: i'm thinking about making this into a long one shot because i had so many ideas that i just couldn't fit here

"Who do you love?"

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/a little plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, lowkey uniform kink, zero build up, step-dad san, dom san, kinda yandere san, clothed sex, age gap(19&30), cheating, fingering, squirting, unprotected(DONT DO THAT UH OH), dacryphilia, pet names (baby & sannie (one use of daddy))

tags: @cherryxsang

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"You think you can fucking tease me like that and get away with it?" His voice is raw, angry- matching the way his fingers feel inside of you. "All fucking day, with you. You don't know when to stop, do you? You'll do anything for attention, huh? That it? You want my attention, Baby?" He curls his fingers inside you, reveling in the way you moan against his hand against your mouth.

Your hips buck against him, chasing your release as it grows ever closer. San notices, quickly withdrawing his fingers in a rough fashion that makes your cunt squirt in the slightest. He grabs onto your messy skirt with his wet fingers, letting them soak the fabric as he uses it to pull you down the bed to its edge.

He can feel you mumbling against his hand, but he pays zero mind. As he lifts your legs up and holds them against you by the back of your thighs, you start to regret teasing him so much. "Please, Sannie." You plead as his hand moves to join the other in holding you down.

"Sannie?" He chuckles, "oh, that's rich, Baby. If you're gonna beg, do it properly."

"Da...daddy, please. Please, let me cum? I'm sorry."

His weight leans on you as he stands and leans over you, keeping his hands in position. You whine as the fabric of his slacks presses against your sensitive clit. He coos mockingly at the small noise. His face right above yours, hovering, he asks. "Sorry? What for?"

"You know what for!" He silences your outburst with his lips on yours, biting harshly and tugging your bottom lip a bit as he backs away.

"I'm sorry, for- for teasing you. For touching you like that at the conference. You looked too good in your suit, I couldn't help myself. Want you all to myself. Don't wanna share you anymore. Want to fuck you when I want." His heart flutters at your confession, taking your lips in a softer embrace.

That's all he ever wanted to hear from you. That's the reason he married your mother. The reason he's stayed in an unhappy marriage with an insufferable woman for five months.

For you. To get you.

Something inside him that's been holding him back for your sake is broken as he hears you admit that you want him just as badly.

"My sweet girl," he moans as you grab onto his tie and pull him closer. "I'm all yours," he speaks as he pulls you just over the edge of your bed. "You're all mine, too- right?"

You gasp as the tip of his cock slides into you. When or how he got himself out was lost to you, your brain filled with thoughts of how good he feels in this position. "Yeah," your hand crawls up his tie and grabs the knot, yanking him down and kissing his jaw gently to distract yourself as he sinks into you at a snails pace. He rubs his thumbs gently over your skin where he holds you down roughly, smirking into your school cardigan as small noises force their way up your throat.

"Take me so good, Baby. Like you were made for me." In his mind, you were. You were made for him, just as he was made for you. You were his, his alone- and he was yours. He would do anything for you. And after your mother was out of the picture, he'd be sure to let everyone know.

He pushes himself up and your ankles instinctively prop themselves up on his broad shoulders. "God," he moans out, biting his lip and leaning his head back, fingers digging into your flesh. When you croak out his name, all caution is thrown to the wind. He holds you down in place, smiling down at your fucked out state in an oddly wholesome way for someone who's fucking into you like an animal.

You struggle a bit, but manage to place your hand over his, picking up a few of his fingers to hold tightly. "Taking me so good," he moans, eyes drawn to the way you hold onto him so desperately. "Making such a mess of your little uniform." Every time he pulls out, he gets a view of the way you are soaking the fabric under your ass as your slick drips down. "All this mess for me?"

"Yeah! All for- fuck- all you," you whimper as tears begin to form. You've cried every time San has fucked you. From taboo shame, or pleasure; you can't tell.

He spreads your legs out to either side and leans back down, grabbing onto the collar of your neat cardigan. "I want you to fucking scream my name."

"Wha- oh my god!" He draws away from you quickly before slamming back down and grazing your g-spot. You hold onto his clothes bicep, begging quietly as tears pool up under your eyes. "Please, Sannie, slow do-" his free hand pinches your clit, making you cry out like you always do, "Sannie!"

"Feels so good, Baby?"

"Yes," you whimper into his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life as he grabs at your clothed breasts and his slacks rub against your clit when his hips meet yours.

"What, Baby?"

"Yes, yeah, feels so good, don't stop."

"Huh?"

You throw your head back, "Sannie! Feels fucking good, don't stop! Love it! Love your cock, San! S'good, so good!" He seems to pound into you impossibly harder, groaning into the mattress as he lays his head beside yours and looks over at you.

"Who fucks you so good?"

He does this often when the house is empty. Asks you so many questions to make you say his name. Makes you scream it.

"San!"

"Who makes you cum?"

"You! San! You do!"

"Who makes your pussy wet?"

"Choi San!"

"Baby," he whines, playful pout on his lips as he slows down just as you begin to see stars on the ceiling. He turns your face and your eyes meet. You plead silently, begging him to continue as he completely stills. How he has so much self control? Neither of you can ever figure that out.

"Please keep going, please, please, I need it. Need it so bad, Sannie."

He ignores you, asking a new question. "Who do you love?" He has to physically bite back a whimper as he feels your walls flutter around him. "Who do you love, Baby?"

"I love you, San. Love you. Want you."

And that's all it takes for him to go crazy.

Heavenly

February Filth Fest : Day Twelve

Choi San x gn reader

a/n: another story that goes with a cigarette after sex song . what can i say? they make good music !!!

Tell me it's love, tell me it's real. Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips.

✫彡wordcount: 800

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, nipple play, handjob, sub san, soft domming, praise, edging, like two lines of overstim, pet names(sweet boy, sannie, baby & love, honey), little bit of after care(❤️‍🩹)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"You're doing so good," you whisper into his back, cuddling closer. Your hand, slicked up with lube slowly moving up and down his length. "My Sannie."

"Thank you," he mumbles into the pillow he holds against his chest, whining as your tighten your hand at the base of his cock. "Feels so good, s'good."

His brain seems to short circuit when your other hand slips under his torso and between him and the pillow, grazing over his nipple. He hums loudly, arching into your touch before you push him back into your chest. "More. I need more."

You drag your nail over the pebbled flesh, scratching it gently. "All you have to do is ask nicely, Sannie." You trail your hand up and down his chest and kiss his exposed back as he stutters, your hand stroking all the while.

It feels heavenly. Being in your safe arms as you work him closer to the edge gently after a rough day. He's floating away from his own body. "Please, Love.I need more. Please?"

"Of course, Sweet Boy." You twirl your finger around his nipple, pinch it, roll it between the pads of your fingertips, anything to give him all the love he deserves. To give him all your love. Everything you're capable of to make him feel it through your touch.

You slide your hand across his chest and he whines, making you chuckle. "Can't leave this one out- right, Baby?" You ask rhetorically as you begin your softly toy with his neglected nipple.

"Uh-uh. Can- can't le... oh my god. Honey, I- I can't, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum?" You smirk into his back, leaning your forehead against his hot skin. "Love, please! I need-"

"To cum for me? That it? You wanna make a mess for me?"

He cranes his neck at an uncomfortably angle, eye brows kitted up as he tries not to cum. "Kiss me," he says, blinking rapidly as he fights back tears. "Kiss me, I want to cum."

You push him on his back and make him abandon the pillow, letting him hold you instead. His hot cock between you being edged to the max as he waits for your lips. Overworked beyond belief as he awaits your command. Your fingers still teasing his sensitive buds. He wraps on of his arms around your neck lazily and tries to tug you down.

"Say you love me," he whimpers as you kiss at his neck. "Tell me you love me."

"I do. I love you so much, Sannie. You're my sweet Angel... my godsend." You finally give in and weave your lips into his, smiling into it as he whines, grabbing at the back of your neck feverishly and pulling you closer. "My Sweet Boy." You murmur against him, licking his lips before you dive back in.

He groans and rolls his eyes as you pull away from his lips. "Don't stop, Love. I'm so close."

"Tell me you love me." You repeat his words back to him, hand encircling his tip and making him buck up into your hold. He doesn't know why he can't just cum already. He doesn't know why, but he needs you to say he can.

"I love you! I love you so much, please! S-fuck, please! I love you, I love you," he whimpers like a broken record, almost flying away when you lean in and whisper.

"Cum for me." It's a demand that slips your lips, but it's laced in sticky honey and disguised as gentle. He opens his mouth to respond, but is met with your lips blocking his voice. That's all he needs.

His warm seed seeps into the fabric of your pajamas and covers your hand in stick. "That's it, Baby. That's it." You moan against his cheek, littering it in open mouthed kisses. "Let it all go, I'm here. I got you, Sweet Boy. My Sweet Boy."

He hiccups loudly and holds onto the ends of your hair tightly as you begin to overstimulate him, milking him for all he's worth. "S'too much, too much!" You let him go with a smirk against his neck and kiss him once more before reaching over and grabbing the hand towel you prepped. You wipe your hand clean, and then his stomach, avoiding his twitching shaft.

"Feeling better, Sannie?"

"Yes," he hums dumbly, watching as you clean up the mess you've both made and throwing the soiled rag and your pajama bottoms to the hamper. "Thank you. I love you."

You climb back over him and cradle his flushed face in your hands. "Anything for you. Anything for my Baby."

After hours

February Filth Fest : Day Seventeen

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: okay so we alllllll know mommy seonghwa but today?? today i offer you mommy san 🙈 y'all have bare with me on this one because ever since i saw this photo the mommy san brain rot has been beyond real. — lowkey thinking of expanding this one to a short story

"Do you think you can cum quick for Mommy?"

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, crime au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, mommy&praise, established relationship, clothed, unprotected( c'mon, don't do that), getting 'caught', pet names(baby,angel & mommy, sannie)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

San made it very clear that when the door to his office was shut, that business hours were over. Any thing and any one could wait. Any updates could be sent in an email for all he cared. But no one was to even touch the door to his soundproof office- and there was one simple reason.

You.

He knew you didn't like the violence of his world, so he shut it all out when you brought him dinner and sat with him for a few hours. He knew you hated the fact you even lived in a place where such illegal activities went down, so he separated you as much as he could.

Admittedly, he loved the time he spent with you in his office. Forgetting the world outside of the safe walls of his work space. Focusing on his wife,hearing all about her and her day.

So after business hours were over, he shut down that part of his life unless unbelievably important.

When either of you had a rough day, the door stayed shut tight for longer. And today was one of those. You sat on his lap as he ate instead of your chair next to him, letting him eat in peace before you jumped his bones.

That was half an hour ago, and neither of you are even close to done with each other yet.

"Sannie! Fuck!" You moan as he fucks you into the couch. Both of you laying across its length, and his big arms wrapping around your legs as they rest up on one of his shoulders together.

"Doing so good, Baby. Take my cock so well."

"Th-fuck! Fuck! Thank you, Mommy!" How this kink started? Neither of you knew. What you did know is that it makes him pound into you all the harder and the words that fall past your lips make your pussy gush, "love your cock, Mommy!"

"Love it?"

"Yeah, love it so much! You fuck me so good, Sannie. So good, so good, love it, can't get enough, Mommy." You grab onto his fancy clothing as you ramble on and on, tugging at his top, eyes screwing shut as you try to hold back your orgasm.

"Let me see those pretty eyes," he lifts your head gently, a rough contrast to how he hammers into you. "So fucking beautiful." He moans as you pull your eyes away from his chest: awash form the way his muscles peek out from his jacket. "So beautiful, even when I'm fucking you dumb. How do you do it, Baby?" You can only whine in response as he squishes your cheeks together, "you've got me wrapped around your little finger, Angel. I fucking love you."

"I love you, San... Love you so much." You grab onto his top tighter as he pulls away, leaving you empty and begging. "Mommy, please! Why'd you stop, come back, come back." You follow his face, just inches away as he backs up and slides down the couch.

You all but fall off to chase him and cage him under you as he lays on his back. He pulls your flowing skirt back up as it falls, folding it up over your naked back. Your panties and shirt have long been abandoned on his desk, and your bra is crooked from how he continuously pulls it down to get at your breasts.

"Can I ride it, Mommy?"

"Yes, Angel. Fuckin' ride it."

You slid down onto him, falling into his hold as his girth fills you up."You feel so good, Baby." Your walls twitch around him as he speaks. He's known since the first time, praise makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. And he doesn't mind giving it to you. You fuck him so well, he loves you so much- he would sing your praises to the entire world.

"You take Mommy's cock so good... you were made for this, huh?"

"Yeah," you whine quickly, holding onto his shoulders as you push yourself up and begins bouncing on his cock. "Made for your cock, Sannie. Fills me up so good," you could almost cry: how good his bare cock feels rubbing against your walls.

He smiles as he lays completely flat on the shiny floor, looking up at you with all the love possible in his cold,cold world. "G- damn! You're gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that."

"Can't help it! You're so pretty, Mommy." The makeup he applied that morning is starting to fade with sweat, eyeliner smudged around his eyes and concealer faded into nothingness. He looks so blissed out, so content with you riding him like there's no such thing as tomorrow.

Your wet cunt is starting to fill the room with lewd, squelching noises as you fuck yourself over him. Your movements slow as you unbutton the first few clasps on his shirt. Just enough to give you access to his pecs. Your thrust return full force when your lips meet his skin, making his moan out.

"Oh, Baby, that's it. Just like that," he whispers, one hand resting on the back of your head and the other holding onto your hip for dear life. "So good for me, so good!"

Both of you still completely when a knock comes at the door. You simply roll your eyes and go to move off of him, knowing it must be important for someone to risk their head to come here after hours. He pulls you back down and slams himself back into you, "stay there."

He pulls your skirt down past your ass as reaches over to grab one of your discarded shoes. He chucks it at the door, and after a few seconds- it opens slowly.

"Make it quick, Jeeves."

The poor man, bless his soul, doesn't know what to do. Staring at his boss as he has his wife barely decent, clearly in the middle of an inmate moment.

San places one of your ears on his shoulder and covers the other to muffle his vocie a bit as he screams, "I said quickly, dimwit! What is it?"

He clears his throat and straightens his posture, turning his face away as he speaks nervously. "Sir, yes, the- uhem- the shipment of-"

"If you say some dumb shit, I swear to God-" He sneers, rubbing his thumb over your cheek to calm his own nerves.

"The shipment was picked up, Boss... But it seems to have been intercepted on the way to the warehouse. Mr. Par-"

"Get out."

"Sir?"

San picks up your other shoe from beside you, throwing it at the man: who has to duck just to avoid it. "Beat it, Jeeves! I'm trying to fuck my wife!"

"Oh, uhm, yes, Sir. But what should I tel-"

"If I open my eyes, and you're still there, you'd better pray you don't get any blood on her favorite skirt. Then, I'll be even more mad."

The door clicks shut in a second flat and San opens his eyes, smiling gently up at you.

" 'M sorry, Baby."

"It's okay, Sannie." You kiss him softly and again, go to move away when you're stopped.

"Do you think you can cum quick for Mommy?"

—

Closer

February Filth Fest : Day Twenty-Two

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: omega verse was originally day 26 w/wooyoung but inspiration struck HORD

'i wanna feel you from the inside' -Closer, Nine Inch Nails

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)(✯◡✯)genre: smut, fantasy au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, omega verse/knotting, nesting, belly bulge, impreg, marking, size kink, san is a b00bie man, pet names (sannie & angel, babe)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

dedicated to the evil master mind who planted these seeds in my head <3

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

You had been acting strange for almost a week, and your husband San took quick notice. He gave you strange looks when you took both his and your dirty clothes from the hamper and scurried away with them. He asked you what was up when you seemed to be eating more and more. He handed over his baby cousin when you cried wanting to hold them so badly.

But, being a busy military man for the pack, he didn't have a lot of time to fret over his mates strange behavior.

Similarly, you took notice of his out of place behaviors. He piled more food up for you even as you insisted you were full. He puffed up his chest when others were around, although you both knew they weren't threatening. He insisted on giving you his jacket when you left the house, worried you'd get sick from the snow (although you were already bundled up and warm).

But your brain didn't give you much time to worry, busy with something you didn't quite understand.

One cold winter night, after you had eaten and gotten ready for bed- he saw you do it again.

You snatch up his sweater he wore that day, hurrying away down the hall. He follows you, sneakily. You close the door to the spare bedroom behind you and he stands there with his ear up against it. He can't hear anything for a few moments, then he hears you crying.

"Angel? Are you okay?" He knocks on the door, and swings it open after he doesn't hear a response. You're face down on a pile of his and your clothes, blankets, pillows, and he thinks he even sees a couch cushion or two.

You cry incoherently about wanting to have a child, fisting the pile in anger, your sharp nails ripping open a pillow. "Oh- oh my god, Babe," it hits him like a ton of bricks. This is the first time you've ever been in married during mating season, and being married- you no long take your hormone blockers. "Oh, my Angel."

He slumps down at the edge of the pile, unsure of whether he should impose on your homemade nest. "Why didn't you tell me you were in heat early?"

"Huh?" You're voice is muffled by your face stuffed in his sweater. "I'm not in heat." You turn to face him, curled up in a ball, "am I?"

"You are, Babe. You're nesting... did you even realize?"

"Oh...that's explains it."

"Explains it?"

"Why I want you so bad."

He nearly pounces on you, hands at the very edge of the nest as he leans forward. He inspects it closer, smiling at the way you encircled the padding of the shirts and blankets with pillows and cushions. "You made such a cozy nest, Babe. Can I join you?"

You nod with a wide smile and open your arms for him. He slots himself in your hold and sighs contentedly, rubbing your back and smooshing his face in your chest. "So cozy, Angel. Bet our pups would love it."

It's only now you realize, "Sannie?" "Mm?"

"I think you're in heat too." You push him away and he looks up with a pout. "Look, " you rub his sore, swollen pecs, "got so big lately."

He leans into your touch, holding your hand as close to his chest as possible. He closes his eyes in bliss, and when they reopen, they're glowing a bright auburn color.

—

Both of your clothes have quickly become a new addiction to your pile, and you're all over it as you go at each other, slamming each other into position after position trying to get as close to each other as possible.

He wraps his big arms around your shoulders and flings the both of you around, pining you under him. He snarls into your neck, taking a deep breath of your heavenly scent. "Fuck, my Angel. Gonna give you so many pups."

The knot at the base of his cock slams against your sloppy hole, the very edge of it sliding into you. "Please, Sannie! Give 'em to me," you grab his hair roughly and pull his head up, "fuckin' give it to me."

He draws his hips all the way back and pins your legs out at either side of you. He pounds back into you, knot and all.

"Fuck! Fuck," you claw at his back, blunt claws scratching up his back and making his moan louder.

His head dips down to your swollen breasts, sharp teeth nipping at the soft skin. "Can't wait to see these full of milk. You gonna make so much milk for our babies? So much?" You can tell he's close, whining into your tit and pawing at the one he doesn't have his mouth all over.

"Ye- S- Gonna make so much for our babies. So much... Will you have a taste too, Sannie?"

His mouth falls open over your wet nipple and laps at it slowly as he cums. "God, Babe..." He whispers, falling over your frame as gently as possible and holding your hands as he absolutely fills you.

You can't help but cum at the feeling, clenching around his knot as you see stars.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you come down, hooking them together around his built figure.

His knot keeps all of the warm seed inside of you, filling you up deliciously as it swells to make sure not a single drop escapes.

"You're going to be such a good Momma..." He licks at your breast as you pet back his sweaty hair. "Made the best nest for us. Smells so good. Smells like you... so comforting, our pups will never feel alone."

His praise at your very makeshift nest makes your heart melt. Even when you had no idea what you were doing, just following your instincts with whatever you could gather- he thought it was the best.

He leans up slowly, cock still buried deep inside you. He moans at the sight before him and grabs at your hips to steady himself.

Your hair is a mess around you: like a wrecked halo. Your lips are swollen and slick, your neck covered in his love bites near the scar where he marked you as his. And to top it all off, your tummy has an imprint from how his big dick is stuffed inside you.

You notice him eyeing your belly and look down, mouth dropping at the sight. His knot is stretching you beyond belief, and you can even see some of his shaft before it disappears into the plush of your stomach. You reach down and place a hand over it gently, experimentally.

Both of your heads drop back at the feeling. You can feel him twitch inside of you, he's so deep and close. You feel every vein pulse against your gummy walls as you rub your pelvis.

"Shit, Angel! I'm gonna cum again if you do that."

"Yeah?" You ask with a small, wavering smirk. "Want you to fill me up until we can't even see it anymore~"

And by God, he does.

—

Hi, can i request for sub san with multiple orgasms and voyeurism?

California dreamin'

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: hi ! you didn't specify gn reader or anythign so i hope this is okay!

once again: executive producer echo

California Dreamin' by The Mamas and The Papas

✫彡wordcount: 2.4k

(>ᴗ•)genre: p w/o plot, 70s/hippie au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited,🍃 🍺 usage, 🍃 s3x, established relationship, skinny dipping, voyeurism, multiple orgasms&overstim, outdoor, fingering, cunnilingus, orgasm control, unprotected(boo 🍅)

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

The truck comes to an abrupt stop in the middle of the field, tires screeching loudly.

San whoops loudly, turning his entire body to look out of the back window. "Didn't think they'd be able to keep up," he laughs, sliding a hand up your thigh with a smile. "Ready for a good time, Angel?"

"Once my head stops spinning I am. Did you have to drive like a bat out of hell?" You smack his hand away with a smirk and unbuckle your seat belt.

"Hey, you could have ridden with the slow pokes!"

You slide out of the car and stand up on the back tire, jumping into the bed of the truck before he even gets to the tail gate. Yeonjun, one of the slow pokes, hands you a small velvety bag before jumping in with you. San hops up on the open tailgate with Wooyoung and slides the cooler closer to them to pop open a beer. He looks over his shoulder and watches you help one of your friends up. "Want one, Princess?"

"Nah, and you should go easy, dumbass." You tilt his hand away as he chugs. "We don't know how well it's going to mix," you snark with raised eyebrows.

"A..." He stops when he sees your glare, "okay, Angel."

You peck his cheek and lean back, sitting back to watch closely as Yeonjun rolls. He licks it and presses it shut gently. He pats his hands and searches for a lighter. "Shit," he draws out.

"It's okay," you mumble, "San has one." You crawl down the warm metal bed and wrap behind your boyfriend, who's in a conversation with his best friend. "I need your zip, Baby."

He moves his arms out of the way and keeps speaking to Wooyoung, letting you dig through his jeans pocket. You get ahold of it and drag it out, ghosting your hands around his waist teasingly as you back away. You chuckle at the way his breath hitches before turning all of your attention to Yeonjun.

He takes the zippo and flicks it open. You watch in a mix of anxiety and excitement as he lights the end of the blunt. "You've done this before, right, Junnie?" Your friend asks, fidgeting nervously.

"Yeah, don't worry. My dealer is chill," he eases their mind and takes a big puff of it.

You feel the weight adjust behind you and sense San right behind you. All of you watching intently as the smoke flows out of his lips. He blows it at Wooyoung, who's joined your friend and cuddled up. He swipes it away dramatically and pouts.

"Such a drama queen," San laughs as he takes the blunt between his fingers. "You wanna go, Angel?" You nod timidly and sit up a bit, leaning into his chest. He holds your chin gently with his thumb as his index and middle pinch the joint and bring it to your painted lips.

"You're gonna cough, so take it slow," Yeonjun instructs as they all watch.

You inhale slowly, feeling the smoke fill up your lungs. He takes it away a few seconds later and watches carefully. "I'm goo-" you are cut off by your coughs, making them laugh as he soothes your back.

—

San lays quietly on the bank of the river, one arm across his eyes to block out the late afternoon sun and the other draped into a patch of wild strawberries, toying mindlessly.

"I told you to go easy," your voice echoes like you're far away, but in reality you're laying right beside him. "Dumb dummy." You smack his stomach playfully and stand. "Don't die, okay? Like you too much." You crouch as kiss his cheek before walking to the truck.

You had moved the truck closer when the others had left, San too out of it to drive without drawing attention. So you decided to stay until he sobered up.

On the way here, you didn't see a single person. Not a single sign of civilization for at least an hours drive, that's why Yeonjun suggested it. So you don't feel weary when you strip your clothes off and toss them in the bed.

You purposely kick San lightly as you pass on the way to the water. He hums and slaps at your ankle, shell shocked when he doesn't feel your bell bottoms. He lifts his arm a fraction of an inch and laughs heartily as he sees you saunter to the waters edge in nothing but your matching underwear. "What are you doing?"

"I'm swimmin'. What's it look like?"

"Looks like you've been teasing me all day and trying real hard to get some good dick."

"Pssh," you trail off, hiding your flushed features by turning and walking into the cool water. You submerge yourself completely and come back up to see him sitting up and smiling brightly.

    You lay on the surface on your back and look up at the sky with a smile, watching the clouds swim above you as you float below them. You listen to the muffled birdsongs and let nature surround you.

San watches your chest rise and fall gracefully. The tip of your breasts and your knees and the top of your stomach all peaking out from the clear waters to taunt him. You spread your arms like an angel and feel the water flowing between your fingers.

Something familiar build inside of him as he watches your thighs spread to push yourself through the water.

"Sannie, will you play me a song?" He draws his eyes away from the soaked fabric on your chest and stands on wobbling knees. "California Dreamin'?" You smile as you hear him scramble to his truck.

He lays on his stomach on the edge of the bed and grabs his guitar. He strums lightly as he makes his way back, fixing its tune quickly.

He starts off quickly, watching you float peacefully. "All the leaves are brown," he sings.

"All the leaves are brown," you mimic quietly, sound muffled by the water in your ears.

"And the sky is gray!"

"And the sky is gray..."

"I've been for a walk." He strums confidently, eyes closed as he fades into the music.

"I've been for a walk." You let yourself sink, coming back up to hear him unmuffled.

"On a winter's day."

"On a winters day." You rest your arms on the grassy edge and let your legs float behind you. "I'll be safe and warm," you start.

"I'll be safe and warm." He opens his eyes and his fingers stall for a moment. You look like a siren that's climbed up the shores to lure in their next victim. "If I was in L.A." He stutters, focusing his gaze down on his hands as he fixes his rhythm.

"If I was in L.A.," you smirk as you see the small tent in his jeans.

"California dreamin'," he doesn't look up when you don't mimic, only focuses on the song while knowing you're up to something. "Stopped into a church I passed along the way. Well, I got down on my knees, and I pretend to pr-" His brain short circuits when your wet bra lands on his lap.

He looks up and sees your big, blushing, smirk as you hide your breast in the water. "Oh, you little," he tosses it to the side and drops his guitar more gently before running up the edge and making you scramble away.

"What, Baby? I just want to tan my titties," you bat your eye up at him and smile innocently.

You squeal as he rushes in, shoes and all to grab you up. He wraps you around him, holding your legs tightly as you wrap your arms around him and lock your hands. "What are you gonna do, Sannie? You're high out of your mind, Hon. Let me fuck you good, maybe it'll sober you up." You lick down his jaw and nibble on his bead necklace while look up at him.

The water sloshes around his feet as he walks out, making a bee-line to the truck with a determination. "I'm going to make you stupid." He promises as he lowers you onto the tail gate. "Going to fuck you stupid, even while if I'm high out of my mind." He tugs off your soaked underwear and throws them into the bed. "I'm going to make you cum until you can think." He teases your wet entrance with his calloused fingers. "Maybe," he smirks,"then you'll stop teasing me."

The words you try to find die on your tongue as he slips his fingers inside of you. You hold onto his shoulders for a spilt second before he pushes you down by your breast as kneads it. "Oh, Baby!" You scream as he curls his fingers and drags them gently.

     You don't know if it's because of the drugs in your system or your neediness sense you woke up finally being taken care of, but sweet goodness it feels so good.

    "Faster!" He doesn't. "Sannie, faster!" He slows down to a painfully slow pace. "Choi San!" You yell, grabbing his hand and glaring up at him. "Don't be mean, please," you beg with tears welling up as he completely stills.

     "I'm just teasing," he smirks before drilling his fingers into you, making you moan loudly. "You can cum whenever you want, Angel."

    "Yeah?" You ask wearily. He always edges you, always. "I ca-can?"

    "Yes, whenever you're ready." He groans as you grab his hair and pull his mouth to your neglected breast, knocking his hair band off in the process. He flicks his tongue over your pert nipple quickly.

    "Oh- oh my God!" You whine and rest your feet on the edge of the tailgate, spreading wider and wider for him. "I can cum?" You grunt as you hold it back, reveling in the feeling of his fingers against the edge of your g-spot. "I ca- oh! Please," you sob as you hold his head closer, his mouth wrapped around your nipple.

     The second his thumb touches your clit, you're a goner. Shivering under him and locking your fingers in his hair as he licks your tit all over.

    "Gah-" you whine as you fall limp under him. But he doesn't stop. "Sannie!"

    "You can take it, right? My good girl," he licks down your stomach and pulls your hips just over the edge. His lips make contact with your pearl before any words can form in your fuzzy brain. But even if they would have it would have been....

"More!" You whine as he slowly licks your over-sensitive clit. "Don't tease, don't tease," you lay limp besides the little rolls of your hips to meet his rough fingers.

He makes out with your pussy feverishly, fingers scooping your precious orgasm out of you and onto your bud where he can lick it all up. "Fuck!" Your moans stir him on, stretching you out with a third finger and curling them all inside of you to make you scream out. "Good fuck!" He smirks into your cunt as you babble on, swirling his tongue until he feels your walls flutter again.

"Not yet," he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear over the buzzing in your brain.

"Oh, no," you drawl out, "can't! Need to!"

"Don't cum." He demands, standing to hover above you and using his free hand to make you face him. "Do not cum."

"But, Sannie-"

"Not yet, Angel."

He leans his head onto yours and watches your tears fall. "Don't cry," he coos mockingly, "feels good, right?"

"Wanna cu-"

"Feels good, right?"

"Yes! Yes, it feels good!"

"You want to cum?"

"Yes, please!"

He licks up your hot cheek. "You want to cum for Sannie?" You nod stupidly, hands cupping his cheeks. "Cum."

"Oh, fuck," you yell as you let go, eyes all but rolling back into your head. You hold onto his tightly, feeling his cheeks smile under your grasp.

You barley register both of his hands wrapping around your waist and scooting you further into the bed of the truck and onto the folded blankets. "God," you whimper, legs trembling as he spreads them once more.

"One more for me?"

"Two minutes, Baby."

He laughs, looking into the truck from the back window and glancing at his pocket watch on the dash. "Two minutes, Sweetheart, catch your breath."

He kneels on either side of your hips and rubs your waist, making you jump at the contact. He feels your hips move as you try to close your legs and slaps your side gently. "Keep them open."

"S-sorry," you take a deep breath and let your legs fall, keeping them open. You look up at him, speaking softly, "my pussy is tingling." He blushes instantly. "You make me cum so good." His ears flush red as he looks down at you.

He moans as you palm his through his jeans. "Your dick makes me cum even better, though." He buttons them quickly and lets himself spring free. Pumping his cock as he watched your hands trial up to his tank top. His hand leaves for a spilt second so you can pull his top off of him.

You tweak his nipples as he fucks his own fist, his free hand holding him up as he looks down at you with glazed eyes. "So fucking pretty," he moans, balls resting against your soft stomach as he fucks hisself into madness. "My pretty girl."

"Wanna suck it," you loll out your tongue and his eyes roll back into his head for a split second. He looks at the pocket watch and almost loses it.

"I would fuck your throat all day, Angel, but..." he has your legs propped on his shoulders in no time. "Two minutes is up."

"Fuck, fuck!" You scream, grabbing the makeshift mattress as he sinks into you. "Don't st- Sannie!" Your cling onto him as he brushes by your special spot, throwing you into the deep end and pushing you even further as he fills you to the brim.

He growls into you neck, snapping his hips back quickly and fucking into you like an animal. "I'm gonna cum! I can't! San, please!"

"You can cum as much as you want, Princess. I'm not gonna stop 'till I've filled this little pussy."

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DJANGO teaser

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung

a/n: i'm absolutely going feral and loosing my mind this comeback and it is all coming to life in this fic im writing

warnings/content(for teaser only): blood,pda,not edited

FULL STORY OUT NOW HERE

"- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

"We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

"He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

"Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

    It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

     He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

    You always do something after a needy kiss that makes them feral.

    You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

    "Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

"Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

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DJANGO

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung (heavy hints at ot8)

a/n: nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me i'm loosing my mind over this comeback you don't even understand

"Ain't nobody mess with Django, call me Django." -ATEEZ

✫彡wordcount: 5.5k (sorry?!?)

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: violence and injuries, dystopian/lore universe, lots of cussing, angst, poly relationship, brief mention of drinking as coping, extreme pda LMAO, woo is a bit of a little shit in the first half, dry humping, making out(lots of it), also lots of pet names, multiple rounds, threesome, light choking&degrading, snowballing, oral, boobjob, dp, overstim, teasing, orgasm control, praise kink teehee, dom san/sub woo/switch-sub reader, m x m, unprotected( don't do that🗣️), NOT EDITED

taglist: @calicanbeevil @pansies-garden @kissezfornamjoon @wisejudgedragonhairdo

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The van shook as another vehicle passed, making San groan as you fell down onto him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," you cooed softly, kissing the bruise on his collarbone that you had unintentionally fallen onto. The soaked rag that you cleaned him with was handed back to you from its fallen place on the shag carpet by Wooyoung with a soft laugh.

"You baby him too much, he's a big boy," he claps his hand onto his shoulder, making him groan again- glaring at the younger man, "right, Champ?"

"I'll beat your ass, Woo."

"Oh, I bet you will, you beat up that scrawny little guy too!" He cackles, clapping and leaning away as San swipes at him tiredly.

"He was faster than I expected!"

"You two knock it off," you sigh exasperatedly as you wipe the grime from his swollen pec, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends bickering. Being stuck in such a small space had taken a toll on the three of yours relationship- especially the two men. They were at each other throats more often than not-even it was playfully. "I'll blow our cover just to tell Hongjoong."

"You wouldn't..." Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously as you smirk. "You wouldn't!"

"I will if you two don't give me a second of peace." You cock your brow at him, tossing the rag into the pile that is your dirty laundry, silently cursing yourself for choosing to hide out with them instead of with Yunho and Jongho in their shop. They even had a cool talking bird.

You place a gentle kiss to Sans eye, a healing bruise almost faded under your lips. "Stop getting hit in the face, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll politely tell my opponents that my girlfriend likes her boys pretty~" he rolls his eyes and whines as your body heat leaves his sore body.

"So what if I do, pretty boys happen to be my type!" You shrug and crawl off of the spent man, over to the other side and into Wooyoungs lap.

He smirks at his boyfriend cockily as you rest your head on his shoulder, "that's why she's cuddling me right n-ow!" His smirk turns to a pout as you flick his chest.

"Can you two manage a peace treaty while I get some shut eye? It's four hours drive to the next town and it's my turn to drive in the morning."

"Of course, Darling." They chime together, silently scowling at one another but keeping quiet as you close your eyes.

--

     "Wakey, wakey," you shake the buff man softly, safely parked in the back alley of the abandoned building. Wooyoung stood just outside of the open van doors, abs on display as he changed into a better looking shirt.

      "Yah, wake up!"

   You glare at him as he startles San awake, who holds you close protectively in his delirium, still scared of the run in you had experienced with HalaTeez months ago. No matter how much he swears to the lot of you that he doesn't feel guilty, the way his eyes sadden when he focuses on the scar over your left brow for too long gives it away. Hala-San, as you call him to real-Sans dismay, had tricked you all too well and after that... you couldn't look at the real, loving, caring San for weeks. You had to split off with Mingi and frequented a bar, drinking away any memory of Hala-Sans torment until Hongjoong found you and picked up the pieces when the bottle ran empty.

     "You dick," San rasps as he rubs your sides, his gentle touch a contrast to the way he gives his cackling boyfriend the stink eye.

    "Rise and shine, Sannie~" he teases, buttoning up his shirt and soothing his long hair down, "time to get your ass whopped again."

     "Oh, like you'd do any better! You'd be demolished!"

     You let out a sigh and slide out of the van, soothing your dress- which in reality is Jongho's shirt with a belt around your waist. "I'll be signing in." You speak shortly before wondering off, leaving them fighting more than ever over how they upset you.

    San insists it's all Wooyoungs fault for being such a whiny shit.

    Wooyoung is adamant that San is at fault for hogging all of your attention.

     They go back and forth for a while until a Strickland patrol vechile speeds by, spooking the both of them into the building.

     Wooyoung immediately wraps his arms around your waist as they find you bent over signing Sans pseudonym, DJANGO, into the fighting brackets. San is busy eyeing everyone around you, both in suspicion of Halateez and Strickland and simply to scope out his potential competition.

     "Entry fee is three k," the woman on the other side of the pop-up table looks as if she's ready to kick your trio out in a single breath when you don't provide the money, eyeing up Sans messy tank top and your days old makeup with distain.

    "That's it?" You pout, tutting your tongue as you turn away from the rude woman, sighing dramatically as you dig into Wooyoungs pockets, grabbing hold of multiple tightly rolled wads of money.

    Both of them smirk at your antics, so clearly eager to prove this stranger wrong about her preconceived notions about you and your lovers as you count the wads, dropping a few down before skipping past her with a wave.

      The crowded arena does nothing for Sans anxiety, his eyes scanning at a million miles an hour as he keeps a possessive hand on the small of your back. Wooyoung has similar feelings as he drapes his arm over your shoulders in a way that clearly shouts, 'don't touch' to anyone who looks your way. You feel much safer on the other hand, both of your boyfriends touching you at once for the first time in what feels like ages, both ready to toss themselves infront of danger if it presents itself.

You all squeeze your way to the front, right up to the edge of the ring, where a fight is already taking place, one of the men nearly teasing the other with the way he bounces around on his tip-toes, not letting the other get a single touch in.

"She said not many fighters showed up," you practically have to yell for the men to hear you, "Strickland cracking down again!" You explain loudly, rubbing Sans lower back in an attempt to comfort his nerves as he stretches his wrists. Wooyoung has split off to make bets with other players, making sure to stick out like a sore thumb with his flashy shirt. "Might have to find a new income soon if they don't back off!"

He sighs, rolling his head back and stretching his neck out, letting you admire the freckles on his skin that he knows you love.

As the quick moving fighter finally wears out his opponent, he gets sloppy, and he starts getting hits in. You slide behind San and hide your face in his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his stomach softly. "I hate that you have to do this!"

He holds his hands over your own and rubs his thumbs over your skin, watching the man who will clearly be his opponent wailing on the other man.

"Got nine grand riding on you tonight, Babe," Wooyoung slides back into the conversation, cupping the back of Sans neck.

Although they had their on and off moments, he would always be in tune to his emotions and try to calm him. And trying to keep the peace was even more worth it when you were around. Usually, they had Yeosang as a voice of reason but he was off with Seonghwa doing God-knows what in preparation for your next mission.

Being apart was straining and stressful for every last one of you. But groups larger than three were banned by Hongjoong after four of you had caught Halateez's attention a few months back. He didn't want to risk it again and he certainly didn't want to risk a group of nine most wanted outlaws being together. The combined reward for your captures was the largest amount of money you had ever read. You weren't sure how to even pronounce it.

It was almost an entire year of being in hiding.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

    "- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

     "We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

    "He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

      "Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

You always do something after a needy kiss that makes every single one of them feral.

You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

   People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

"Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

      You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

     "Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

--

The van door opening makes your head snap, setting away the headphones that play Yeosangs violin melody.

"Hey, how'd ev-"

San jumps on you before you can finish greeting them properly, kissing you deeply and feeling you up like it's the first time he's ever touched you. The clotted blood on his lip doesn't discourage either of you, the pain only stirs him on as Wooyoung climbs in and slams the doors shut behind him.

The dull thud of the duffel bag he drops makes you look over, San letting you breath and nipping at your neck and jaw instead. "Holy shit, Baby, you won?!"

"Fuck yeah, I did, Beautiful," he moans breathlessly, holding himself up above you to speak with a sultry purr, "let me spoil you." He looks over to Wooyoung lustfully. "Both. Let me spoil you both."

Wooyoung smiles at him. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

    If there's one thing that makes him weak it's being spoiled by his lovers. So when San lifts you up and settles you in his lap and climbs into the drivers seat, he doesn't complain: he simply dives into your lips like a man starved.

     And he is, lips suctioned onto yours so deeply and passionately that neither of you notice as the van lurches to life and begins speeding away. You fall to the floor ontop of him and hold him tightly. Like he's an illusion that will disappear like smoke if you let go.

     He body feels so right on yours. Clinged together on the shag floor. Melting together. The outside world and all of its problems fading away as his hands wander your body.

       How you've managed to keep your hands off one another for this long is a world's greatest mystery.

       "Fuck," he moans as you lap at his lips, his hands sliding up the edge of your dress and cupping the round of your ass. "Fuck, Princess, please," he whines.

       You can hear the smirk in the way San chuckles from the front seat, but it doesn't stop him from speeding up. He loves how whiney Wooyoung gets just as much as you do.

     You clumsily undo his bottoms and pull them down just enough to press your heat to his growing bulge. The thin layers of cloth separating you doesn't stop the feral groan that he lets out, holding your hips with a bruising force as he grinds up into you. If anything, the soft fabric pressing into your clit with each of his uncoordinated thrusts makes it feel more euphoric.

     "Oh, God~"

    The soft moans you let out have Wooyoung rock hard and San palming himself. "Ffffuck, Baby," you groan, hugging his neck tightly as his hips buck below you.

      Everyone got the 'Babyyy' treatment when they were good or needed a pick me up. The way it rolled off of your tongue was like a drug to them. Even more so when it's so deep and passionate. Even more so when their cock is pressing against you.

     Sans eager left turn has the both of you rolling on the floor, laughing as he apologizes loudly from the driver seat. "Sorry, continue!"

     "You heard the man," you laugh from below Wooyoung, "continue."

      And he does, burying his face in your neck and biting and licking and sucking as he rubs his bulge against you like it's the last human touch he'll ever experience. "M'cum," your moan has him rolling into you with a new purpose in life, nearly growling as he holds himself back from painting his underwear white, "shit, Youngie!" You wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you release, shivering and shaking with your jaw slack.

      He isn't far behind by even a second, his gut clenching as he turns his bottoms sticky with his own pleasure, panting into your ear as he continues to roll into you, drawing out your euphoria and making you mewl out, clawing at his scalp.

      In your bliss, you fail to notice that Sans parked outside of a double story motel and ran out with a wad of cash, clearly in a hurry.

Yours hands are wrapped in each others hair, breathing deeply with your foreheads pressed together, almost as it trying to meld your souls together with passion.

    The doors behind the both of you open and flood you in the neon light of the motel signs, and you peek around Wooyoungs frame as he falls over you protectively from what he thinks is prying eyes. "Sannie~" you call, making Wooyoung relax ontop of you.

       "You alive, Foxy?" San teases as he climbs in and crawls to you both.

     "Mhm," he moans into your jaw, "very alive." He gasps as San pulls him away from you by his neck, taking him in a feverish kiss as you watch on in awe. You can tell San his slipping his tongue into Wooyoungs mouth by the way he holds his jaw open, the way Wooyoung grinds his bulge back into you.

     "Youngie, Baby," you whine as he rolls his self into your swollen clit, but it only makes him go faster, his hands finding purchase on Sans waist. "Ah s-" You writhe below him, stopped when one of Sans hands comes and holds you in place by pressing on your stomach: all the while he never opens his eyes or pulls away from your boyfriend. "Fuck, please don't tease!"

He chuckles into his lips, gently stroking his neck. "C'mon, I got us a room for a few days."

Wooyoung begrudgingly slides out of the van, gathering your few bags and bouncing in anticipation as he fixes his pants to the best of his ability. San scoops you up to his chest and you cling to him like a koala bear, kissing all over his face as he carries you up the stairs and down the balcony hall.

Wooyoung drops the bags at the entrance of the room and immediately goes to investigate the single bedded room and bathroom before urging San in, latching the door shut behind him.

You're dropped to the bed and bounce with a soft laugh, opening your legs wide to fit Sans large frame as he slots himself between them. Wooyoung slides next to you and is immediately latched onto your neck as he unbuttons your dress.

"Ah fuck," you mewl out, cradling his head close as your head spins, San slipping off your panties and shimmying down. He holds your thighs apart as he licks a slow, deep stripe up your soaking heat, reveling in the way you moan for him. He wastes no time diving in and eating you out like it's his last meal. His tongue flicking and swiping against every inch it can reach. His nose pressed against your clit as his head bobs.

You're lost in the pleasure between your legs so much so that you don't notice that you and Wooyoung are both naked until he climbs onto your stomach, his hot member gliding between your breasts. Despite how long it's been, your body has its muscle memory from how often you two would do this.

You cup your breasts and push them together, encasing his length in the soft flesh as he grips the headboard roughly, the tip of his cock leaking on the base of your collar bones.

It's hard to appreciate just how beautiful he is while San is ravaging your cunt with his tongue, but you manage. Looking up with blown irises, he's so pretty. His long hair softly framing his face, bouncing with each of his rough, slow thrusts against your supple skin. His swollen lips parted with moans. Toned abs expanding and constricting as he heaves.

"Foxy," you whisper out, catching his eyes with a deep blush on both of your cheeks, "so pretty, Baby."

He curses loudly and reaches one hand down, cradling your face so gently in comparison to how he fucks your tits. "My woman."

The words make your eyes roll back, a wave of your arousal coating Sans tongue as you cum, gripping your breasts tightly and whimpering out as the sensations continue well past your peak.

      Wooyoung wills himself to hold back from cumming until he's told, and San holds himself back as he laps up your juices-grinding his hardness onto the bed slowly. Both of your moans are a magic melody to him, and he can't help but crave more. He pulls away and joins Wooyoung over top of you, wrapping his arms around the younger man and spooking him. He slides his hands up his naked torso teasingly slow, grinding on his backside.

"Shit, Babe," he groans, tossing his head back on his shoulder and simultaneously trying to bury his cock in your warm skin and grind back on San's bulge. "Fuck, I ne-"

"Cum, Youngie." The command from the both of you at the same time has him painting your collarbones and neck in a millisecond flat, jaw slack as San continues to stroke him even as his hips stop.

"Fuck, fuck, please, oh my God," he stirs back to life from his void of pleasure as you bend your neck and lick his sensitive tip. He tries to back away only to bump right into Sans girth on his bare backside. "Oh God~"

        "Need a breather, Sexy?" San coos as he slowly moves Wooyoung off of you, already knowing that he can't cum back to back. He needs at least five minutes at that's all San needs to get you ready for what's about to come.

        Wooyoung comes crawling back into you, lapping up his own seed with a quiet moan as San slides down your body and hooks your legs over his hips. "Ready, Darling?"

      "Yes, holy fuck am I ready, please give it to me," you babble on, only silenced as he inches into your sopping core. He's by far the girthiest man you've even been with. And the stretch always feels so delicious.

       Wooyoung takes advantage as your jaw falls open, leaning over you to drip all of his release into your mouth. The moans and whimpers of pleasure are unstoppable as you swallow all of it down eagerly, hands wrapped up in his hair and pulling him impossibly close. His body follows his head, almost snuggling you as he presses his body flush to your side, one leg hooked over your hips as he grinds his hardening member into your hip.

It's all so warm and welcoming, a familiar and comfortable feeling washing over you along with the overstimulation of your third orgasm building up as San thrusts into you with a steady slow pace. "Fuck," you moan into Wooyoung, "so big," you whimper as your cunt uncontrollably clenches around him. He swallows up all of your noises as he moves his lips against yours zealously, and sneaky hand rubbing the column of your breasts and up to your neck, simply resting: bouncing with each of Sans increasingly rough thrusts that bounce your body.

  "Take me so well," Sans praise has you leaking onto the blanket, panting like crazy and slapping at Wooyoungs shoulders as he bites at your lips hungrily, "pretty Angel, made just for us, hm?"

       "Mmhmph-" Your affirmative moan turns into a yelp as Wooyoung tightens his hand over your neck.

     Damn them. When they decided to be on the same team they were almost scary at how well the schemed without even speaking a single word. San held your hips in place and drilled into you. Wooyoung assaulting your ear with kisses and bites, squeezing your neck in time with Sans hips.

      "Pretty Angel looks like she wants your cum," Wooyoung teases as you swirl your hips in Sans hold, holding you down securely with his hand pressing your neck into the mattress as he looks down at where you're connected.

      "Mmh, she does," San groans loudly, hips snapping into you needily, "looks like a bitch in heat." His words make both of you moan out, your eyes rolling into your skull for a moment before he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

    "No, no, no, please! I wasn't going to cum, pleaseee, Sannie Baby~!" If there's one thing that gets San off, it's when his lover begs him for permission. When their with someone else- cum as much as you like. But with him? Grovel at his feet and beg him for a release only he can give you. "Fuuuck, shit, please, I need you, fuck me!"

Wooyoung watches you with gazed over eyes, holding you still as you attempt to writhe and get more stimulation. "She wants it's so bad, Babe~" He smirks as San, a look that makes his cock twitch inside of you, You muster up your best begging pout and let go of him, reaching for San's hands that are gripping your hips with a bruising force as he holds himself back until he's satisfied with your begging.

"I want you to make me cum, please, Django?"

    All of the breath is fucked out of your lungs as he pounds into you. Fast and hard and nearly animalistic in the way he buries himself in your sopping heat with a string of curses, his fingers interlacing with yours in a soft intimacy that makes your head fuzzy. You can barely moan, how good it is. But he knows. Wooyoung knows.

    As you finally come to your senses and scream out with your release, the whole district must know how well Django is fucking you.

He stops himself with a deep groan as your walls flutter and clench around him, squeezing your hands to ground your soul to your body as Wooyoung dips his head and laps at your hardened nipples. You squeeze his hands tightly, arched off of the bed in pure ecstasy as he fills you with his warm cum.

San slips his arms under your arched back and holds you close to his chest as he flips the two of you, a squeal of pleasure leaving you as he hits an all new angle. He holds you securely as he looks at Wooyoung, almost silently communicating.

He slips behind you, the feeling of his leaking tip prodding at your stretched hole has you gripping Sans shoulders tightly, rolling your hips back into him. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes yes y-" Sans lips catch yours and silence you as he ravenously slips his tongue into your mouth and licks at your tongue, feeding on all of your moans as Wooyoung slides in with him.

"So good, my woman," his mind is gone, unaware of how your walls grow slicker with his praise as he slowly sheaths himself into you fully.

He nowhere near as thick as San, but dear lord that man has length to make up for it. The both of them together is making your stomach feel hot, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

San pulls away panting, his lips swollen and wet with your saliva. "Beautiful Angel," you official feel lightheaded as he cradles your face oh so gently as he moves his hips. Wooyoung follows suit, holding your back and fucking into you ruthlessly, rubbing against Sans girth inside of you like it's his favorite thing to do in the universe and it's about to be ripped away.

All you can do is moan and gasp with them, a melody that your neighbors must be cursing as the headboard bangs into the thin walls.

Your chest is pressed into Sans roughly, faces barely an inch away as you all move together. His hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you upright as your body threatens to give out. "Sannie, please, n'cum," he can just make out your slurs over the panting and slapping of skin in the humid room, the smell of sex already soaking into the air.

His brain is nearly gone as he feels Wooyoungs length twitch against him along with your cunt squeezing mercilessly, only nodding at the both of you for permission as he himself lets his soul float away in a wave of pleasure, squeezing you to himself possessively as he cums inside of you. Wooyoung isn't a moment behind, the second he feels Sans warmth flood you, his is joining. And the feeling of both of them soaking your womb makes you lose yourself, dunked in pleasure.

Wooyoung falls ontop of you, sandwiching you between their body warmth. San reaches around and hugs his arms around both of you, heavy breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Holy shit." Is all that can be said.

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    The next morning you decide to take advantage of the running water that San must have paid extra for, washing away the grime that stuck to you despite how many bird baths Wooyoung have you on the side of the road.

   San, despite you and Wooyoungs best begging, went off on his own to meet with Hongjoong after he got a call on the prepaid flip phone in the middle of the night.

    Wooyoung noticed you eyeing the bag of dirty laundry when you woke up and immediately offered to go wash them and grab some food for the both of you.

      You're so wrapped up in the welcoming feeling of the warm water pelting your body that you fail to notice the door opening, letting the steam rise to the ceiling of the motel room. You sung one of Jongho's songs sung softly, the sound echoing on the fiberglass and acrylic shower wall.

"Darling?"

You grab the knife you left on the edge and swipe the shower curtain back. "Jesus!" Both of you yell. Wooyoungs hands fly up in a defense position as you aim the knife at him for a moment.

You flip it in your hand and hand it over to him by the handle, visibly relaxing as you see it's only your sneaky boyfriend. "Perv~" You tease before sliding the curtain shut dramatically. You can hear him shuffling around, and the sound of his zipper confirms your suspicions.

     He steps over the tub edge and joins you, hugging you close from behind and kissing your neck gently. "Did you-"

     "Mhm, foods on the bed, Princess." You laugh softly before turning in his arms and hugging his neck loosely.

     "You're the best, you know?"

     "I sure do~"

     He reaches over you and grabs the travel size bottle of shampoo, cursing them silently because he will most definitely have to go get some more from the main desk before your stay is over. He lathers it up in his hands a bit before massaging your hair tenderly. "You miss them, don't you?"

     His question catches you off guard for a moment, wondering just what he means until you realize that he must have heard you singing the song Jongho wrote all those years ago on The Illusion.

     Those times were so much simpler. A group of pirates and the open sea. Beautiful blue water and all the time together that you could ever ask for.

    "Don't you?" The way your eyes glaze over is enough to tell him. You miss them just as much as he does. You wish this would end just as much as he does.

     "It hurts like hell."

     "I know, Baby."

     "I want to kill them."

     Hala-Teez, the Strickland officials? All of them. "Me too, Baby."

     He leans your head back carefully and rinses away the coconut scented soap from your hair gently. "I love you." You speak. Just  above a whisper. But he catches it even over the raining water.

     "I love you, Darling. This will all be over soon." He doesn't promise because he knows he can't. He doesn't know how long this situation will last. You could be on the run from Strickland and looking over your shoulders for Hala-Teez until your last breath.

      "Joong will figure something out." You don't promise. Because Hongjoong hasn't. He can't. He won't promise something that he doesn't know he cant follow through with. He could be trying to come up with a plan for decades.

      You stand in silence for a moment as you wash his hair gently before he speaks again, "don't cry, Love."

     "What?"

    When you look up, he's blurry. When did you start crying? How did this happen?

   He closes his eyes and hugs you close with his head under the stream of steaming water.

     After a small cry-session in the shower together, you and Wooyoung curled up in the bed and ate your takeout, watching one of the decade old dvd's on the laptop that Yeosang managed to get to you guys a few weeks ago.

The ban from being together for safety didn't stop small run ins with a familiar looking delivery man. Be it disguised as a food delivery man, a mailman, an exterminator- Yeosang always found a way to travel around the city and deliver small gifts from one member to another along with messages from Hongjoong when the phones were down.

A wave of laughter is cut off by a knock on the door. His hand immediately grabs a small hand gun on the nightstand as he stands, your own going to your knife that's sandwiched between the mattress and bed box as you slam the laptop closed.

      "Delivery!" The voice makes you relax.

    "Fucker," you huff as you jump over the bed and beat Wooyoung to the door and smile at the helmeted man. You can't see him, but you know who it is. "Goody~" You peek out into the halls and spot a few suspicious looking people, so you pretend to slip him some money before taking the box and take one last look as he walks away.

     "Open it," he urges impatiently, nearly knocking you over to get to the pizza box as you set it on the small table.

Ontop of your favorite pizza. A small piece of paper. Sans handwriting.

let's bounce

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Hope you’re doing well especially with the personal matters that are going on in your life! Hope you feel better and I hope things calm down for you sooner rather than later! 🖤 happy to see you back though!

I’ve been thinking more and more about how Siren!San would be as a mate (if you don’t feel like writing this that’s totally fine! 🖤🖤🖤)

Being Siren!San's Mate

❥Siren Choi San x gn reader

➯a/n: thank you 🫶🫶 i hope my little ramblings of being siren sans mate are enjoyable !

▼・ᴥ・▼ (✯◡✯)genre: headcanons, fantasy

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: mentions of kidnapping, fantasy body transformations, fated soulmates, not proof read

⁂perm taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

Sannie canonically has blonde hair in Shells, and I don't know if I've mentioned his tail color but I think it would be a pale pink. That in mind, he's a shallow water siren as apposed to a deeper water siren, because he blends in better. (Unlike Hongjoong with red hair and fluctuating tail color, who blends in with the darker waters)

That most likely is the way he meets his mate, and not a wreck or attack. Just his mate swimming a few miles off shore and he catches a whiff and then they're gone *poof*

San, in any universe, shape, or form, is a family man so he's like an excited puppy: swims around in circles at the pool entrance of his den until his mate wakes up.

When his mate wakes up and is inevitably like YO WTF DAWG, he's calm and collected even though his heart is about to jump out of his chest. He won't crowd his mate *cough cough hongjoong* because he's deathly afraid of sending them into shock from his mark.

That being said, he's still incredibly clingy-

Angel in Shells is a lucky woman 🙏(besides the kidnapped and turned into a siren part) because let me tell you Siren!San is not letting a single hair on his mates body be hurt or even uncomfortable.

Too cold? Boom- fire. Too hot? Boom- cooling lotion. Sad? He'll sing a song! Angry? Well that's okay, you can hit his chest and cry until you tire yourself out.

That's par for the course for most sirens with their human mate I think, but San takes it seriously. He'd slap a fish if it looked at you the wrong way and yell at seaweed that spooked you on your first trip into the water. (ex. not wanting Angel to touch Joongs mate because he doesn't want her to get sick, and comforting her)

He's a lot more in tune with his emotions than you'd think, he knows it's 'okay' to be exited but he also knows that you're going through a huge shock and so he lets out his excitement by talking to you. Whether you listen or not, it really doesn't matter.

And it also doesn't matter what he's talking about- though he makes it a point to avoid talking about things that make your heart beat irregular. He sticks to tame things at first, like the tribe and how they work and his own family and his favorite spots to sunbathe just under the surface of the water (promising to take you to all of them).

He tells his mate what's to come, unlike Hongjoong who dropped his moms lore and then shut that shit down 😭

Once you start transforming, he's nearly suffocating with watching your process in pure awe.

The first time he sees his mates tail?? He's thanking the Huntress for every little moment that lead him here.

If it matches his like some mates do, whew boy prepare to be smooched to death. (Prepare to be smooched to death either way actually)

The first time you go hunting together, his cheeks are sore from all the smiling he's doing, he wants to teach you anything and everything there is- and he will in due time.

One little detail I think really fits Siren!San is that every night before bed, even when he slept on the floor in those first few weeks to give you the comfort of his nest, he'd blow on your wrist to see his signature appear- ecstatic every time knowing that you were fated for him.

The first night you do it back, both of your scales turning pink when your name mimics his, he nearly dies of pure bliss.

Your smile

Lers:Wooyoung and San

Lee:Yeosang

….…………………………………………………………

Recently, Wooyoung and San have noticed that Yeosang hasn’t been smiling as much. And as members of Ateez, they need to fix that.

………………………………………………………………

Wooyoung and San had noticed something was wrong with their resident sunshine. Now, Yeosang didn’t smile much, and really only smiled if he had a reason to. But Wooyoung and San had noticed he wasn’t smiling as..much. And that needed to change.

And what better way than to tickle him? It was the first thing they thought of and the easiest way, and it wasn’t like Yeosang wasn’t ticklish. So, tickling it was. But…where was Yeosang?

The two had searched the house and had finally found Yeosang sitting on the couch of the living room, with a neutral face, scrolling through the TV, as if trying to find something to watch.

“Hey Sangie, whatcha doing?”

“Huh? Nothing much. Just trying to find something to watch.”

“On….Disney+? Sangie, we don’t even have a account on Disney+.”

“Oh. I’ll just go on Netflix then.”

“Hey, Sangie, you know what’s more fun then watching some Netflix?”

“Oh? What’s that Wooyoung?”

“What are you guys talking about?”

“I’m talking about..this.”

And without any warning Wooyoung tackled Yeosang, wrestling with him until Wooyoung came out victorious, sitting on Yeosangs hips, as San easily lifted up and restrained Yeosangs arms.

“H-Hey guys..? What’s-“

“Well, recently we’ve noticed that your smile hasn’t actually been..showing up as much. And we think that needs to change.”

“Wait- it doesn’t have to be like this-“

“Sorry, but it does.”

And without any warning, Wooyoung dug into Yeosangs sides, making Yeosang cackle, and squirm as he tugged on his restrained arms.

“WAhaIT! Stohop!”

“There’s that smile that we love!”

“Guhuys! Pleahease stohohop!”

“Why? We’ve just started, we can’t stop now!”

“Wait-stop stop- WAHAHAHAIT!!!”

Without any other warnings, Wooyoung being the menace he was dug into Yeosangs underarms, making Yeosang screech, before pouring out cackles as he threw his head back, tears of mirth starting to form in his eyes.

“STOHOP PLEAHEASE!!! IHITS TOHO MUHUCH!!”

“Aww, you can’t take it?”

Gosh, if Yeosang could he would strangle San.

“STOHOP TEAHEASING MEHE!!!”

But oh, Wooyoung wasn’t near done. Wooyoung was the most aggressive ler in the group ateez, and as a ler he needed his lees laugh to go silent for at least a few seconds before he was satisfied. And it wasn’t like Yeosang minded.

Wooyoungs hand left Yeosangs underarms, and started to softly scribble over Yeosangs tummy, leaving Yeosang giggling as he tugs on his arm, not being able to make much of an effort as most of the strength in his body had already left.

“Pleahease! Stohop! I cahan’t anymohore!”

“Alright, alright just one more thing.”

And without any warning, Wooyoung lifted up Yeosangs shirt and started to blow raspberries and scribble and dig into Yeosangs ribs, making Yeosang start to scream, and throw his head around as he poured cackles out of his mouth, as tears of mirth finally started to roll down Yeosangs cheek and neck.

“NOHOHO PLEAHEAHEASE!!!! IHI CANHANT AHNYMOHORE-“

And not even a few seconds after his attack, Yeosangs laugh went completely silent. He couldn’t even laugh, or beg anymore.

Taking one look at Yeosang San had seen that Yeosang had either reached or was reaching his limit. His face was as red as a tomato as his mouth was agape in a silent scream as he mouthed the words please, no more, and tears of mirth rolled down his face.

“Okay, okay Wooyoung. Let’s stop for more. I think we’ve seen enough of his smile for now.”

And hearing this, Wooyoung stopped his raspberries and stopped his scribbling and climbed off of Yeosangs hip, as San released his arms.

Once Yeosang was given freedom, he immediately went to scratch at his stomach, trying to get rid of the tickles, as San scooped Yeosang into his lap and rubbed his back as Wooyoung watched them both with adoring eyes.

“Sorry, did we go to far?”

“Noho, it’s fihine. I would’ve told yohou.”

And in the end, both sides were satisfied. Wooyoung and San both got their smiles, and Yeosang might’ve got the tickles he might have wanted. Who knows? Maybe this was his way of secretly asking for tickles.

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Here’s my second fic! Once again, I’m sorry if this fic is to short or doesn’t meet up to your expectations. But anyway, hope you liked my second fic, and I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

Ateez did so well at coachella. Immensely proud of everyone.

I have this idea for a story where Seonghwa is WooSan's dad and sort of messes up a few things so Wooyoung becomes depressed and while helping through recovery, Seonghwa may or may not realise his adoration for his sons might be some other, more latent, feeling instead

I just had a dream fhe other might where I was... just.. chopping vegetables

So many vegetables it wouldn't stop oh my god

I couldn't even see the cutting board anymore

I don't even remember what it was for

I couldn't tell apart the scraps from the rest

But San and Wooyoung cheering

01:25 AM|| Trailer

(Link to the story will be posted as soon as the book is out on wattpad.) Please enjoy!

POV Y/n 

-00:48- 

I’ve got this song stuck in my head.. What’s the name of it again? I grab my phone, hoping to find out. When I saw the time I quickly realized that my favourite vintage music store is still open! Since I have insomnia and nothing better to do, I stand up from the sofa and put my coat and shoes on.  Its only a 20 minute walk to the store. I start walking trough the dark ally’ s and streets, enjoying the light of the stores. I walk into the music store. I greet the employees which I already got to know since I come here almost everyday.  I walk trough the store on my way to the section I needed to be. But when I arrived at my favourite section I saw this guy standing there. He was clothed In a black hoodie and black sweatpants. I shyly approached him, soon noticing he is holding 2 of my favourite albums. “You should go for the second one.. It contains more songs and the lyrics are beautiful” I suggest him. “Ah thank you! I really needed the advice otherwise tomorrow I still would’ve been here..” He smiled. Damn his smile is so precious.. We start talking, about our music tastes, and everything else.. We’ve been talking for I don’t know how long but last time I checked the time it was 01:25.. Until my phone started ringing.. “I’m sorry, but I must go” I apologize as I ran off..  POV San

Why was that so suddenly?? I couldn't even ask her anything before she left.. I will come back tomorrow..

read the trailer on Wattpad  here!

Theory about ATEEZ's TREASURE album trilogy

🔎In the ep 1 album, there was a photo card that had numbers and said “TREASURE CODE”.

🔎In the ep 2 album, there also was a photo card and it said “atiny, let’s meet up on the day that we promised to each other!”

If you put together both photo cards you get a map! Which is incomplete, maybe we will get the missing part during next comeback, and it will probably show the place where their treasure is... Most likely to be the jungle.

Why the jungle? Just check out the hints they share during their tour:

➡One of the hints say 'Hakuna Matata'

➡Yunho said that he want to film their MV in the jungle

➡Wooyoung sang the Lion King OST during their vlive

➡And this theory talk about ATEEZ comeback concept is going to be a dark one

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Teorías sobre el regreso de ATEEZ 💡

Los chicos estuvieron dejando pistas durante sus conciertos, en el último episodio de WANTED y también en unas photocards de su primer y segundo mini álbum:

🔎Pista Atlanta: Este código es para nuestras ATINY. También, es una pista para el regreso de ATEEZ

🔎Pista Lisboa: No me despiertes

🔎Pista Milán: Hakuna Matata

🔎Pista WANTED: Encontremonos en Junio, donde prometimos vernos

Parece que volveran con un concepto relacionado con el rey león y la jungla:

➡ATEEZ cantando el OST del Rey León https://t.co/wGzAhOAPmQ

➡En una entrevista Yunho dijo que le gustaría grabar su video musical en la jungla

En esta teoría también explican un poco la relación existente entre los 4 MVs de ATEEZ y el posible concepto con el que volverán considerando que los dos primeros albumes estaban relacionados:

Además, parece que los chicos finalmente encontrarán el tesoro que estaban buscando:

➡En el álbum 'Episodio 1' habia una photocard que tenía un mensaje que se traduce como "CÓDIGO TREASURE".

➡En el álbum 'Episodio 2' había una photocard con otro código que decía "Atiny, encontremonos el día que prometimos"

➡Si juntamos ambas photocards, forman una especie de mapa incompleto y probablente la parte faltante será revelada en el próximo comeback, y posiblemente indica lugar donde finalmente encontrarán el tesoro (la jungla)

Cr. Mingisqt | Sanshinepics

🔺Tutorial para coleccionar ☆ en la app de Soribada🔺

Tutorial para la app (version android):

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🔷Den click a la estrella dorada en el botón izquierdo, así ganarán 5 estrellas

☡Pueden obtener 5 estrellas por día. Cuando sean las 00:00 en Corea, pueden volver a coleccionar otras 5 estrellas.

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Cr. Fullsunmochi | ATEEZPRESENTQ

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💎Tutorial para subir de nivel en el fancafe de ATEEZ💎

Tutorial para registrarse en el fancafe

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Cr. ATZTRANS | a__fcb

💖Tutorial para usar STARPLE💖

STARPLE es la app usada para votar en los AAA (Asia Artist Awards)

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🔶🔶TUTORIAL PARA STARPLAY🔶🔶

STARPLAY es la app usada para votar en el show de música SBS THE SHOW donde entregan premios cada semana. Anteriormente se usaba STARPASS

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