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part 1 // part 2 // part 4
『 s a n 』
(a/n: san-shine boy ready to make your day better!)
“sunshine!” san would notice that voice anywhere. he glanced up from his phone, eyes locking onto you as you ran towards him. the dorm was rather empty, save for mingi who was resting while the others went out. his heart went into overdrive when you dropped the tote bag on your shoulders and climbed onto the bed, your crescent shaped eyes showing genuine happiness.
you enveloped him in a warm hug, pressing a kiss at his temple. “hi beautiful.” a bit of wiggling before you gazed up at him through your lashes, and a little softer this time, “hi sunshine.”
san literally melted on the spot before smothering you in a hug, “i love you so much.”
『 m i n g i 』
(a/n: throwback to weekly idol whereby he did that giraffe impression, never saw him quite the same)
“mingi...giraffe.” mingi whipped his head to face you. you were currently sprawled out across his lap, doodling in your bullet journal. you hadn’t noticed his shift and he exhaled. mingi placed the book in his hands face down on the bed, easily peering over your shoulder at what you were doing. “giraffe here...and another one there.” he stifled his laughter as you easily doodled a little giraffe drawings. now it was your turn to lightly chuckle, “mingi the giraffe. min-giraffe.”
“what are you doing?” you proudly held the book up, “just a collage of my favourite person in the world. you like it?”
mingi burst out laughing at a drawing of a giraffe with a sticker of his head over it, “like it? i love it. but why giraffe?” you pushed yourself off his lap, opting to sit facing him. “you’re tall, like way taller than me.” you cheekily grin, leaning forwards to peck his lips. “that’s it?” mingi raised his eyebrows.
“yeah that’s it.” he gasped in shock and you waved your hands in surrender, “i’m kidding!”
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ask for it (pt 1)
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pairing: slightly mean bestie! san x gn! reader
↬ tags: high school! au, taekwondo club! ateez, reader being the manager of the club, year 3s being 98 liners, year 2s being 98 liners, testing the theory!! is san whipped?
summary: so what if san was stubborn and snarky? you are the only one he has a soft spot for
word count: 691 words
a/n: happy chinese new year ! i managed to churn thus out whilst being out and about and WHEN i tell you i could not put this down until i was done, i meant it hehe,, was a fun work to write !!
part 1 || part 2
“hey, could you get san to help give extra coaching to the year 1s in our club?” wooyoung clasped his hands together as you raised an eyebrow.
“why don’t you ask him yourself? i’m just the taekwondo club’s manager.”
the other 2 Year 2s, yeosang and yunho hovered around you, adding onto the intangible stress. yeosang hurriedly moved the sheets of paper beside you on the bench, sitting down, “hongjoong and seonghwa are studying for finals, mingi’s injured. that leaves us with san as our ace.”
“you know he won’t say yes.” you repeated and crossed your arms. “he won’t say yes, unless it’s you.” yunho dramatically placed his hands on your shoulders.
“me?”
“well, for one, have you seen him reject anything if it’s you?” you thought about it, then shook your head.
“EXACTLY. we are all desperate to win first in the Kingdom Championships! everyone should work doubly hard under the guidance of our ace!” wooyoung was practically begging at this point.
you relented, “i’ll try. but if he says no, it’s up to the rest of you.”
-----
you ran your fingers along the straps of your backpack, trying to formulate a way to best relay what the 3 of them had told you earlier.
“you’re making that funny face. say it.” san rolled his eyes, and you jumped at his voice.
“well…uhm…you see the championships are around the corner…and i was wondering if we could have you carry out extra coaching lessons for the year 1s...?”
you glanced up warily at san, who was staring into the distance.
“so...did wooyoung tell you to tell me this?”
you paled, trying your best to cover for your friend, “no...! i was just…looking at the calendar and thought our year 1s could get that extra practice...it’s fine if you don’t want to…”
“...i’ll do it. but i only do thursday afternoons.” You lit up at the prospect (not noting the way San’s grumpy face morphed into a somewhat happier one), “really? you’re the best choi san!” you lightly hugged a stiff san in your arms, before excitedly skipping ahead. san huffed before making one more request.
“you better be present for all the extra sessions! i’m not managing them alone!”
-----
“wait, how did you three know he won’t reject me?” you stared at the 3 year 2s before you.
“what do you mean “reject you”?” yunho pinched the bridge of his nose, mock-disappointment shown across his face.
“we thought you already knew!” wooyoung hid his surprised gasp behind his hands at a very clueless you.
“knew about what? tell me!” you shook your head, nudging wooyoung’s shoulder with your hand.
in hindsight, the 4 of you totally looked like a bunch of giggling, gossiping girls, just sitting by the bleachers and leaning in. wooyoung, yunho and yeosang were squished beside you on the wooden bench, talking in hushed tones whilst glancing left and right.
“i can’t believe you’re so dense. he’d literally do anything you say. ANYTHING.” yeosang emphasized, holding his hands up.
“but we’re just friends…?”
“JUST FRIENDS? no way you’re saying that. he’s whipped for you! i think he even likes you!” wooyoung animatedly nodded his head, gushing at the prospect.
“WHAT?!”
-----
it started with a drink. you had to start somewhere, right? all for testing the theory, right?
“earth to dimwit?” san lightly knocked your forehead and you made a face, hands coming up to cover yourself. “sorry. actually…san…could i have a sip of that?” you pointed at the icy cold peach soda in his hands, slowly realizing how thirsty you were from the sweltering heat.
“AH! i mean if you still have some left, not that i want to drink it…it looks delicious and—” san shoved the beverage in your floundering hands, effectively stopping your blabbering, “take it, dummy. you can have the rest.” you gratefully took a sip, relishing the cool fizzy feeling amidst the unbearable summer weather.
“thanks, San. mm! i love this flavor by the way.” [san had absolutely taken note of that, despite the stoic expression he had put on.]
“hurry up. the sun is setting, so let’s go home.”
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ask for it (pt 2)
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pairing: slightly mean bestie! san x gn! reader
↬ tags: high school! au, taekwondo club! ateez, reader being the manager of the club, year 3s being 98 liners, year 2s being 98 liners, testing the theory!! is san whipped?
summary: so what if san was stubborn and snarky? you are the only one he has a soft spot for
word count: 939 words
part 1 || part 2
(read part 1 for understanding as part 2 alone might be confusing !!)
then this lead to you “forgetting” your things. you weren’t the best liar, hence it began with small items. yet, it wasn’t uncommon to be using his things, being good friends and all.
“san, i forgot to bring my stationery. could i use yours?”
cue san swinging his entire pencil case at you, “tch. who’s the forgetful one here hmm?”
san spotted your pencil case at the dining table when you hurriedly left the house this morning and didn’t say anything about it. he knew you were gonna come to him and ask him anyways, as you always do.
san hid a pleased smile when you dug out that specific pen, pleasantly surprised. he cleared his throat, “you left one in mine and never bothered to take it out.”
your surprise caused his heart to flutter and you bumped shoulders with him as a means of thanks before walking to your seat. face tinted pink, he buried his face into his textbook, hoping this warm feeling would go away.
~
“san, i kinda need help with…with my homework. could you…?”
cue san shaking his head (which you think was rather adorable) and sitting beside you, “you’re lucky i’m not busy.”
san had absolutely no remedial classes today. he wasn’t busy at all. he made sure he was never too busy for you.
“thank goodness you’re able to help me out. i’m so behind with classes after planning for various practice sessions.” you sighed as you pulled out a stack of notebooks and san felt a pang of guilt for you as the manager, taking on the mental load of the team. wordlessly, san helped you rearrange your books.
you shot him a genuine smile and he felt his heart warm up. “thanks.”
-----
seeing how san was willing to go the extra mile for you was a new experience. all you had to do was ask.
it was quite endearing really, how san would act all annoyed before giving in to you.
“san, the dojo’s a little chilly. could..!”
cue san unceremoniously throwing his jacket over you, abruptly cutting you off, “you ought to bring yours next time. i don’t want to be dealing with your sick and whiny self.”
san had absolutely known you’d get chilly, especially with winter around the corner. he keeps his spare jacket in his locker just for you.
wooyoung and yeosang snickered, wagging their eyebrows as they trailed behind san. yunho shot you a thumbs up, following closely behind. mingi who cluelessly stood in front of you on the bench watched the entire scene unfold before his eyes, squinting at the two of you.
you shrugged on his jacket, inhaling deeply at his woody scent.
mingi desperately pawed at your shoulder, “manager-nim! i want to know ALL the deets. EVERYTHING that i missed while i was injured!”
~
“hey, could you grab our water bottles since you’re going to the bench?” yeosang casually asked and san shook his head vehemently, “no way, get it yourself.” yeosang gave you a look, something along the lines of “we are going to die of thirst, so please”.
wooyoung dramatically “reached” for the bottle beside you as yunho sprawled out on the mat, making a bunch of groaning noises, “ah...manager-nim! please?”
“i’ll get them—” you stood up, only for san to motion for you to sit down.
san was absolutely not going to get you to lift a finger, especially when you were so busy with the admin work, the papers strewn around you as proof.
mingi wagged his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes at his antics, already knowing what his actions implied.
“your lazy asses better stop bothering our one and only manager.” san had his hands on his hips, a threatening look on his face that caused you to burst out laughing.
-----
it’s been going on for a few weeks now, the whole “let-me-ask-san-and-check-if-he’s-whipped”. you had derived a conclusion: san will indeed do what you asked. but even knowing that, you didn’t want to take advantage of this special bond you had. so you stopped.
now, Ssan found it weird. why weren’t you asking him for things? why weren’t you relying on him for things? why weren’t you requesting for him to do things for you?
san grumbled as he kicked at nothing in particular. “what or who’s got you in such a pissy mood, hm?” san realizes that your aura immediately removed the tension off his shoulders. turning towards you, he replied, “nothing. i don’t want to drink this. have it so it doesn’t go to waste.” he pulled the tab of your favorite peach soda and passed it to you.
san’s stomach roiled, too nervous to make a small conversation.
did he do something wrong?
thankfully, you were ranting about how the clubroom’s cleanliness wasn’t only your responsibility, and hadn’t noticed his lack of words.
“are you ignoring me?” he blurted out.
your mouth hung agape, “say what?”
“why…aren’t you asking me for favors, or…or telling me to do stupid things like pose for your art sketch or even taking the kimbap from my lunch box?” san rambled, feeling his face heat up. long gone was his stubborn, snarky self.
“i just…wanted to test…test out if you…maybe liked me back? or if it was just done out of good will? i…” you trailed off.
“you didn’t need to go a roundabout way to test me on something.”
san’s instincts took over and he pressed his lips against yours, eliciting a soft gasp from you.
“does that answer your question?” you gripped onto his school blazer, burrowing your face into his chest.
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“stop thinking that you’re all alone.”
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pairing: best friend! san + gn! reader
↬ tags: one-sided love, pining! san, gn! reader, late night calls (you will never catch this author awake past 11.30pm)
summary: san would never find you bothersome ; he loves you too much to even say that
word count: 400 words
“hello?” san greeted as soon as he picked up the call.
sleep was still evident in the way his voice sounded husky and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. he pulled his phone away from his ear to check the caller ID.
2.22am. you were calling at 2.22am.
he let out a yawn and turned to rest on his left side, only to realize you hadn’t said anything yet.
“hey, you there?”
a suspicious sniffle, followed by, “i know it’s late a-and everything--”
“hey, hey. stop right there.” san sat up straighter in his bed, cradling the phone to his ear.
“didn’t i say you could call me whenever? we’re friends, right?”
“yeah.” another sniffle and san sighed out of relief that you responded back.
“do you need me to come over? i could right now.” he blindly reached out for his bedside table for his housekeys, silently cursing when he narrowly missed it and nearly tumbled onto the floor.
“no, no. i…” san ceased all movement, and a knowing smile surfaced, “you need someone to listen to you?” he languidly eased himself back into bed, tugging his blanket higher up.
“yeah. you know me too well, choi san.”
“what can i say? i’m your best friend!” those words stung, but san cherished you more than just a friend.
he didn’t want to lose you.
static silence filled the air and san hoped you hadn’t started crying again. “i feel bad for…all these late night calls. maybe I shouldn’t be bothering you.”
“before you start wallowing in your little ball of blankets, i want you to know i’m not expecting anything in return from you.”
san spoke softly, hands twiddling with the soft toy in his hands. “stop thinking that you’re all alone. you have me! choi san! when you’re upset, feeling wronged, going through some hard times, i want to be there for you.”
“you’d do that for me?” there was a slight tremor in your voice and san ached to be with you, to hold you and tell you everything was okay. “just say the word. i’ll be there for you.”
“can you promise me you’ll stay with me for as long as you can?” the loaded sentence caused the air to leave san in a dizzying rush and he had to compose himself, heart going pitter-patter.
“if it’s for you, i can and i will.”
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alley-oop
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pairing: san x gn! reader
↬ tags: cold x warm trope!, i really think i let loose on this one (my inner delusions are surfacing the more i type and before i knew it i birthed this very piece from my author-ussy, !
summary: san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."
word count: 3.2 k words
a/n: i realized that what i see and read greatly influences the things i write...the increase in thriller and action kdrama has certainly been a big reason why my well has been dry lately—
also -> alley oop - a high pass caught by a leaping teammate who tries to dunk the ball before landing.
— 8 months before
"choi san, you need to get your grades up in the upcoming semester, or i'm not going to be able to let you compete in the upcoming basketball nationals at the end of the year."
his eyes widened at his coach's announcement.
"get your overall rank up to top quarter of your cohort. i've put you into the list of players, but your name will be removed if you don't improve."
"but, coach-nim!"
"our members have to balance both the club activities and school work, and i expect more from you because you are our team's stellar player. do you hear me?"
biting back an array of complaints, he hung his head in shame and accepted his fate. he knew that his grades weren't great and assumed if he kept playing well (he was good at it after all), his coach would overlook the horrible C and D grades.
"i know you can do it."
top quarter? he needs to be the top 25% of his cohort??
"yes, coach-nim."
the only problem now was to find someone who could tutor him.
— 8 months before
"and...yeah that was what happened. coach-nim pulled me out of extra b-ball practices. but who is going to want to tutor me?" san grumbles, listlessly swirling his noodles with a flick of his chopsticks.
"i know someone who could tutor you. all the subjects." wooyoung casually mentions over lunch and san jerks up, raising an eyebrow at his friend, "wait...you are serious?" wooyoung nods his head, mouth full of noodles.
"yeah. i know this sunbaenim who happens to just be the top scorer of the school." san sputtered, gold having landed in his lap, "dude?! why didn't you tell me earlier??"
— 7 months and 2 weeks before
"sunbae!" you watch in horror as this male student came barrelling down the hallway, calling out your name another time. not believing your eyes, you clutched onto your bagstrap tighter, the male progressively gaining unto you.
what on earth...?
your flight or fight instincts was triggered and you begin running away from him, not having any clue about what was going on.
"sunbae! stop running away please!" he never ceased his pace, steadily catching up. "w-what do you want...!" you hollered worriedly. he continued to chase you out of the hallway towards the school track field. you felt a sharp tug and you were sent falling backwards into his arms.
"for some nerd like sunbae, you are quite the runner."
you were absolutely floored, sweaty and breathless, whereas he seemed put together, not a hair out of place. you jumped out of his hold, shooting him a puzzled look, "why were you running after me...choi san-ssi?" you squinted at his name tag and he stares pointedly at you, "...now that you've stopped running, i got something to ask."
— 7 months and 1 week before
after much persuasion (it surprisingly wasn't too difficult), you agreed to tutor him after you mentioned that you were friends with wooyoung. in the name of 'getting to know someone better', he has been asking the people in school about what they know of you.
this was as far as he has gathered: you were not someone who stands out from the crowd, the only thing distinguishable was just your outstanding grades. you hardly said no to any request and were an all-round nice person, smiling everywhere you went; hence you were also quite the popular person, much to san's chargin.
and somehow, wooyoung also just happened to be your neighbor. (san wonders why wooyoung's grades weren't stellar, but who was he to judge, right?)
here he was, sat beside the top scorer of the school, also his senior, and also somehow wooyoung's contact. he felt a bit out of place in your neat and tidy room, a stark contrast to his messy and dim one.
"san-ah, let's try that again, shall we? if we look through this part again..."
he didn't want to be here, but he needed to pull his grades up...by a lot. damn his poor grades. he sighs frustratedly, rubbing his eyes from the bright afternoon light streaming into your room. well, it was helping him to focus somehow...
"are you paying attention?" you lightly tapped on his shoulder and he scowls, "sunbae...i'm trying to..."
out of courtesy, he told you to drop the honorifics and now he doesn't know whether to hate the fact his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly or that it was annoying.
"sure, okay...listen, this part here? that's important. if you follow..." you continued your explanation, but paused when you see him drifting off into his own world yet again.
"san? do you need a break?" mildly mortified because you caught him zoning out more than once (this was the fourth time), he huffed and shook his head.
with amusement, san watches as you pulled out a packet of chocolate milk from your bag and he raises a brow when you push it into his hand. "sunbae, what..." did you think he was a little kid? he was nearly 2 heads taller than you and--
"just something to cheer you up. i thought you might like it...but if you don't..." you proceeded to take it back but san was quicker to grab it, lightly grazing your hands in the process.
"i want it." he realized how much he sounded like a petulant child and cleared his throat, 'i mean...i'm hungry." you smiled affectionately at him, causing him to practically wince at your undivided focus.
gulping down on the milk, san purposely avoided eye contact with you. he subtly glances at you from the corner of his eyes: you were looking intently at his worksheet, scribbling tips and notes at the borders, neatly summarizing for him what is the important things.
he'd rather get punched in the stomach than admit he likes you more than he thinks. (he doesn't know yet.)
"well...are you going to start listening?" "yeah...yeah..."
— 5 months and 3 weeks before
"sunbae..." san spots you sitting down by the bleachers in the evening sun and his heart rate picks up. it's been a few weeks since you started tutoring him and he's beginning to look forward to each and every session, putting in the effort to actually revise his topics so you could be proud of him. he's definitely warmed up to you, and unbeknownst to him, his cold exterior begun to chip in your presence.
jogging over, he calmed down for a bit—taking his excessive excitement down a notch—before talking to you
"what are you doing here?" he hoped he was presentable as he stood slightly nervous before you.
"wooyoung told me i should come and support him; i expected you to be around too so i thought i could hang around." you simply smiled and a sting of jealousy struck san. he brushed it off, cool exterior back in place, "so how was i?"
"i think you're really good! i hope that your grades improve so that you can stand brightly on the court with no worries." the way you encouraged him effortlessly nearly had him buckling. just on cue, wooyoung materializes beside san, "sunbae! you came!"
"you called didn't you? i hope all that basketball didnt cause you to forget our tutoring session." you rolled your eyes as wooyoung playfully pats your head, "of course sunbae!"
san guesses he's thoroughly mistaken: you were also tutoring wooyoung.
why did he think he was the only tutee you had? for all he knew you had more than just wooyoung and him as your students.
wooyoung trundles away to get his gym bag and you followed him, all while san stands there trying not to be sulky. you picked up your schoolbag, grabbing your jacket, "san-ah, i'm going to go first."
pausing in your tracks, you waved goodbye to san with a cheery smile on your face, "don't forget our session tomorrow okay?" he brightens at your reminder (if he might add, a little giddy when you said 'our'), "okay...!"
you spun around and jogged to wooyoung's side and san wishes that it was him. maybe if he knew how to express his emotions better just like how outgoing wooyoung is, so that you could have that similar banter with him.
almost immediately, san smacks his face with his palms, eyes widening in shock.
no…now’s not the time to be distracted choi san!!!
— 4 months before
to make things easier for you, you begun tutoring the two of them in your home since they took similar subjects despite the being put in different classes. san was happy that tutoring sessions increased, but...not so happy that he couldn't have one-on-one time with you.
wait...since when did he care about that?
"i heard that you two had a mock test just this week. can i review your papers?" wooyoung confidently hands his over, "i managed to get into the top ten! are you proud of me?" you nodded your head as you flipped through wooyoung's papers. it wasn't long before your attention was on san, who was dodging your very gaze when you noticed the barely passing mark circled in red on his paper.
"i didn't do quite well." san admits, lowering his gaze. "it''s okay. you improved from your previous rank! small improvement is still improvement after all."
wooyoung interrupted and cheekily grabbed your arm, "sunbae! since i did well i can skip on today's tutor session right? see you~" without much hesitation wooyoung takes his own paper back from you and scampers out of your room. "his head is gonna inflate from all that pride i swear." you chuckled and san hides a laugh at your words.
"well now that he's gone, let's review your paper now, shall we?"
you sat him down beside you as you went through his mistakes and gave him additional questions, leaving him quite miserable at the end of the session. sensing his dejected spirit, you pat his back to comfort him. "sunbae, i feel bad because...i can't do well..."
san didn't know what came over him as he rambled on, stopping himself almost immediately because he thought he sounded silly. you grabbed his hand, that same enchanting smile on your face, "well...i'm here aren't i? i promised i'd help you to do your best so you can go for the nationals."
"but why do you want to help me?" san questioned. you shrugged your shoulders, "you're the coolest on the court!" san sputters, "huh? sunbae, don't joke with me!"
you shoot him a bashful smile, "to know that i was able to help you? that's more than enough. i don't need you to repay me; i just wanna see you fulfill your passions."
at that split second of a moment, when the sun was setting and you were basked in it's golden glory, san thinks he's falling in love with you.
— 3 months
"wooyoung, why do you keep hanging out around sunbae these days?" san randomly brings up, before shaking his head, "you know what? nevermind."
"why are you even asking me this question?" wooyoung's eyes never left the computer screen, fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard to make his game avatar run and dodge.
san aimlessly scrolls his mouse about, "just...nothing." of course, being neighbors and all it would not be weird for san to witness the two of you walking to and from school together, to hang out occasionally together. that much is normal, but to what extend is it considered not?
wooyoung bursts out laughing, "are you jealous or something? do you like sunbae?"
san silence spoke volumes and wooyoung turns his head slowly, unbelief evident in his contorted face, "you have a crush?!" san slaps his hand over wooyoung's mouth.
"not so loud genius!!"
wooyoung gasped in shock, "no wonder you've been so...weird lately. it is certainly very unlike you and i guess this explains everything. like...everything!"
— 2 months before
san felt as if a whole boulder has been lifted off his heart at the realization that he likes you. that explained all the "unnecessary" heart racing moments when it was just you and him, all the times when he would "accidentally" detour around school just to walk past your class and "somehow" get a glimpse of you.
with this newfound appreciation, his grades also took a turn for the better because he wanted to make you proud. he started texting you about his day outside of school (wooyoung often left him on read), giddy with happiness when you replied to him with the same enthusiasm.
before he knew it, the semester tests were around the corner. san stood worriedly outside the classroom with his other classmates waiting to enter. he spots you walking hurriedly down the hallway and when his eyes met yours, he relaxed his tensed shoulders.
murmurs from his classmates increased as you paused in front of him, "i'm rooting for you. here's your lucky charm." you whispered, pushing something into his hand. as quickly as you stopped by him, you walked away to your classroom on the floor above his.
he opens his palm to see the pen, a grin forming on his face when he notices your name sticker on it. gripping it tighter in his hand, he enters the classroom with confidence.
— 2 month and 3 weeks before
"sunbae, do you have a good luck charm?"
"well, i don't have one."
san propped his head on his hand, "i need a good luck charm for the coming tests, just like what i have for my matches." he points to his bracelet, one made by wooyoung to commemorate them being friends in basketball.
"from me?" you stared at him quizzically and san flushed, parroting your question, "from...you?!" you two burst out laughing at the absurdity of the interaction. you calmed down enough to formulate a proper response, "i'll...maybe think about it...?"
san pouts at your uncertainty, "you're not going to give me one?" you lightly pinched his cheeks, "you're making it very hard for me to say no. i'll get you something, okay?"
"i'll hold your word to it sunbae!"
— 1 month before
"how did it go?"
you were huffing, having ran from your homeroom to san's classroom as soon as he texted you he got back his results. you found him standing outside the classroom: head hung low, hands clenched at his side. he perked up at the sound of your question and the sight before you nearly had you reeling.
"i..."
you waited with bated breath for san to finish his statement. "i...somehow did it..." he points to the ranking that was displayed on his phone, and in the picture you could see that his marks barely made the cut, yet because of the person after him, he was pushed to the top 25% of scores in his cohort.
"san! you did it!" you hugged him and he freezes in your hold. you pulled away from him, unshed tears in your eyes causing him to panic, "ahh! sunbae! why are you crying!!" san hurriedly wipes away the falling tears and you laughed, "i'm so glad all that hard work paid off, even if it was just merely there, you improved by leaps and bounds!"
"could have been the lucky charm you gave me. i brought it with me to all my papers." he mentioned and delights in the way you were tongue-tied at his revelation. "sunbae, why this pen though? is there anything special about it?" he pulls out the pen from his pocket, rotating it in his hands to examine it closely.
"if you really must know, it was the very first pen that i got with my own pocket money. nothing special, but i liked the fact that i worked hard to get this branded pen." you bashfully replied, taking back the pen from him.
he thinks you're really beautiful like this, and he finds it so difficult to not like you. he's thoroughly crushing on you now, even more so than before when he first met you.
"before i forget, san-ah, what's your wish?"
— 2 weeks before
now that san has earn the respect of his coach from his drastically improved grades, he's been staying back after school every day to practice till late.
with the ball dribbling beneath his palms, he relishes in his passion and determination that brought him this far.
"you're in great form, eh?" wooyoung teases as the two of them shoot hoops. "yeah, i absolutely missed this. back when coach only allowed me to come for tuesday trainings? that was such a pain!" san laughs, thinking about how he would linger outside the auditorium as he watch his teammates train with each other, while he had to get going to be tutored.
not that he minded, actually. deep down, he was glad for this break because after meeting you, he was reluctant to go back to this thrice-a-week club trainings. he immediately pushes that thought away, exerting force to fling the ball in wooyoung's general direction.
"did you get sunbae to come watch you?" wooyoung—who somehow has become his confidant for anything relating to you—wiggled his eyebrows and san's face warmed up, "yeah i managed to ask. and sunbae's going to be coming..." san embarrassedly hides his face behind the ball wooyoung returns and an uncharacteristic squeal leaves wooyoung's lips and he excitably hugs san, "let's go! my bro's got this!"
— D-DAY
"san! over here!" wooyoung hollers and san passes the ball over. with just about one more minute left in the last quarter, san was really feeling the physical and mental strain after the first 3 rounds. he needs to make the final blow that will pull his school out of the current tie they were in.
san let's his other teammates go ahead of him as he scours around for a wide spot with as little defense from the opposing team.
san's entire being awakens as his gaze lands on you in the bleachers; you were here for him. his eyes flicker between the court and you distractedly, watching as you looked around uncertainly, before deciding to just stand at the back, still within his line of vision.
"san!" surging with adrenaline he nods at wooyoung, who then swings the ball high up. this move he practiced countless times with his friends, coordinating down to even synchronizing their breaths and footsteps.
this is for you.
he takes a huge leap with arms held up. the moment the ball from wooyoung falls in his palms, he sends the ball hurtling into the net. heart beating in trepidation, he feels the second melting into one another as the ball dramatically lands in the hoop with a satisfying woosh.
"with that quick thinking, KQ high school wins the nationals!"
the whole auditorium was flooded with cheers, confetti and streamers floating down from the sky. san feels himself being lifted up by his teammates, wooyoung shouting in his ear about how crazy it was, but all he could focus on was you and your awed expression. pride blooms through him like a blossoming flower, and he thinks he could get used to having someone being there for him.
after all that congratulatory messages from his team, he makes his way to you, beckoning for you to come over to the side lines.
"you made it, sunbae."
"i'm fulfilling your wish, isn't it?"
san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."
your nose scrunched up, the corners of your lips turned downwards despite the big smile on your face, "another? that's—"
"—sunbae, will you go out with me?"
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alley-oop
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pairing: san x gn! reader
↬ tags: cold x warm trope!, i really think i let loose on this one (my inner delusions are surfacing the more i type and before i knew it i birthed this very piece from my author-ussy, !
summary: san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."
word count: 3.2 k words
a/n: i realized that what i see and read greatly influences the things i write...the increase in thriller and action kdrama has certainly been a big reason why my well has been dry lately—
also -> alley oop - a high pass caught by a leaping teammate who tries to dunk the ball before landing.
— 8 months before
"choi san, you need to get your grades up in the upcoming semester, or i'm not going to be able to let you compete in the upcoming basketball nationals at the end of the year."
his eyes widened at his coach's announcement.
"get your overall rank up to top quarter of your cohort. i've put you into the list of players, but your name will be removed if you don't improve."
"but, coach-nim!"
"our members have to balance both the club activities and school work, and i expect more from you because you are our team's stellar player. do you hear me?"
biting back an array of complaints, he hung his head in shame and accepted his fate. he knew that his grades weren't great and assumed if he kept playing well (he was good at it after all), his coach would overlook the horrible C and D grades.
"i know you can do it."
top quarter? he needs to be the top 25% of his cohort??
"yes, coach-nim."
the only problem now was to find someone who could tutor him.
— 8 months before
"and...yeah that was what happened. coach-nim pulled me out of extra b-ball practices. but who is going to want to tutor me?" san grumbles, listlessly swirling his noodles with a flick of his chopsticks.
"i know someone who could tutor you. all the subjects." wooyoung casually mentions over lunch and san jerks up, raising an eyebrow at his friend, "wait...you are serious?" wooyoung nods his head, mouth full of noodles.
"yeah. i know this sunbaenim who happens to just be the top scorer of the school." san sputtered, gold having landed in his lap, "dude?! why didn't you tell me earlier??"
— 7 months and 2 weeks before
"sunbae!" you watch in horror as this male student came barrelling down the hallway, calling out your name another time. not believing your eyes, you clutched onto your bagstrap tighter, the male progressively gaining unto you.
what on earth...?
your flight or fight instincts was triggered and you begin running away from him, not having any clue about what was going on.
"sunbae! stop running away please!" he never ceased his pace, steadily catching up. "w-what do you want...!" you hollered worriedly. he continued to chase you out of the hallway towards the school track field. you felt a sharp tug and you were sent falling backwards into his arms.
"for some nerd like sunbae, you are quite the runner."
you were absolutely floored, sweaty and breathless, whereas he seemed put together, not a hair out of place. you jumped out of his hold, shooting him a puzzled look, "why were you running after me...choi san-ssi?" you squinted at his name tag and he stares pointedly at you, "...now that you've stopped running, i got something to ask."
— 7 months and 1 week before
after much persuasion (it surprisingly wasn't too difficult), you agreed to tutor him after you mentioned that you were friends with wooyoung. in the name of 'getting to know someone better', he has been asking the people in school about what they know of you.
this was as far as he has gathered: you were not someone who stands out from the crowd, the only thing distinguishable was just your outstanding grades. you hardly said no to any request and were an all-round nice person, smiling everywhere you went; hence you were also quite the popular person, much to san's chargin.
and somehow, wooyoung also just happened to be your neighbor. (san wonders why wooyoung's grades weren't stellar, but who was he to judge, right?)
here he was, sat beside the top scorer of the school, also his senior, and also somehow wooyoung's contact. he felt a bit out of place in your neat and tidy room, a stark contrast to his messy and dim one.
"san-ah, let's try that again, shall we? if we look through this part again..."
he didn't want to be here, but he needed to pull his grades up...by a lot. damn his poor grades. he sighs frustratedly, rubbing his eyes from the bright afternoon light streaming into your room. well, it was helping him to focus somehow...
"are you paying attention?" you lightly tapped on his shoulder and he scowls, "sunbae...i'm trying to..."
out of courtesy, he told you to drop the honorifics and now he doesn't know whether to hate the fact his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly or that it was annoying.
"sure, okay...listen, this part here? that's important. if you follow..." you continued your explanation, but paused when you see him drifting off into his own world yet again.
"san? do you need a break?" mildly mortified because you caught him zoning out more than once (this was the fourth time), he huffed and shook his head.
with amusement, san watches as you pulled out a packet of chocolate milk from your bag and he raises a brow when you push it into his hand. "sunbae, what..." did you think he was a little kid? he was nearly 2 heads taller than you and--
"just something to cheer you up. i thought you might like it...but if you don't..." you proceeded to take it back but san was quicker to grab it, lightly grazing your hands in the process.
"i want it." he realized how much he sounded like a petulant child and cleared his throat, 'i mean...i'm hungry." you smiled affectionately at him, causing him to practically wince at your undivided focus.
gulping down on the milk, san purposely avoided eye contact with you. he subtly glances at you from the corner of his eyes: you were looking intently at his worksheet, scribbling tips and notes at the borders, neatly summarizing for him what is the important things.
he'd rather get punched in the stomach than admit he likes you more than he thinks. (he doesn't know yet.)
"well...are you going to start listening?" "yeah...yeah..."
— 5 months and 3 weeks before
"sunbae..." san spots you sitting down by the bleachers in the evening sun and his heart rate picks up. it's been a few weeks since you started tutoring him and he's beginning to look forward to each and every session, putting in the effort to actually revise his topics so you could be proud of him. he's definitely warmed up to you, and unbeknownst to him, his cold exterior begun to chip in your presence.
jogging over, he calmed down for a bit—taking his excessive excitement down a notch—before talking to you
"what are you doing here?" he hoped he was presentable as he stood slightly nervous before you.
"wooyoung told me i should come and support him; i expected you to be around too so i thought i could hang around." you simply smiled and a sting of jealousy struck san. he brushed it off, cool exterior back in place, "so how was i?"
"i think you're really good! i hope that your grades improve so that you can stand brightly on the court with no worries." the way you encouraged him effortlessly nearly had him buckling. just on cue, wooyoung materializes beside san, "sunbae! you came!"
"you called didn't you? i hope all that basketball didnt cause you to forget our tutoring session." you rolled your eyes as wooyoung playfully pats your head, "of course sunbae!"
san guesses he's thoroughly mistaken: you were also tutoring wooyoung.
why did he think he was the only tutee you had? for all he knew you had more than just wooyoung and him as your students.
wooyoung trundles away to get his gym bag and you followed him, all while san stands there trying not to be sulky. you picked up your schoolbag, grabbing your jacket, "san-ah, i'm going to go first."
pausing in your tracks, you waved goodbye to san with a cheery smile on your face, "don't forget our session tomorrow okay?" he brightens at your reminder (if he might add, a little giddy when you said 'our'), "okay...!"
you spun around and jogged to wooyoung's side and san wishes that it was him. maybe if he knew how to express his emotions better just like how outgoing wooyoung is, so that you could have that similar banter with him.
almost immediately, san smacks his face with his palms, eyes widening in shock.
no…now’s not the time to be distracted choi san!!!
— 4 months before
to make things easier for you, you begun tutoring the two of them in your home since they took similar subjects despite the being put in different classes. san was happy that tutoring sessions increased, but...not so happy that he couldn't have one-on-one time with you.
wait...since when did he care about that?
"i heard that you two had a mock test just this week. can i review your papers?" wooyoung confidently hands his over, "i managed to get into the top ten! are you proud of me?" you nodded your head as you flipped through wooyoung's papers. it wasn't long before your attention was on san, who was dodging your very gaze when you noticed the barely passing mark circled in red on his paper.
"i didn't do quite well." san admits, lowering his gaze. "it''s okay. you improved from your previous rank! small improvement is still improvement after all."
wooyoung interrupted and cheekily grabbed your arm, "sunbae! since i did well i can skip on today's tutor session right? see you~" without much hesitation wooyoung takes his own paper back from you and scampers out of your room. "his head is gonna inflate from all that pride i swear." you chuckled and san hides a laugh at your words.
"well now that he's gone, let's review your paper now, shall we?"
you sat him down beside you as you went through his mistakes and gave him additional questions, leaving him quite miserable at the end of the session. sensing his dejected spirit, you pat his back to comfort him. "sunbae, i feel bad because...i can't do well..."
san didn't know what came over him as he rambled on, stopping himself almost immediately because he thought he sounded silly. you grabbed his hand, that same enchanting smile on your face, "well...i'm here aren't i? i promised i'd help you to do your best so you can go for the nationals."
"but why do you want to help me?" san questioned. you shrugged your shoulders, "you're the coolest on the court!" san sputters, "huh? sunbae, don't joke with me!"
you shoot him a bashful smile, "to know that i was able to help you? that's more than enough. i don't need you to repay me; i just wanna see you fulfill your passions."
at that split second of a moment, when the sun was setting and you were basked in it's golden glory, san thinks he's falling in love with you.
— 3 months
"wooyoung, why do you keep hanging out around sunbae these days?" san randomly brings up, before shaking his head, "you know what? nevermind."
"why are you even asking me this question?" wooyoung's eyes never left the computer screen, fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard to make his game avatar run and dodge.
san aimlessly scrolls his mouse about, "just...nothing." of course, being neighbors and all it would not be weird for san to witness the two of you walking to and from school together, to hang out occasionally together. that much is normal, but to what extend is it considered not?
wooyoung bursts out laughing, "are you jealous or something? do you like sunbae?"
san silence spoke volumes and wooyoung turns his head slowly, unbelief evident in his contorted face, "you have a crush?!" san slaps his hand over wooyoung's mouth.
"not so loud genius!!"
wooyoung gasped in shock, "no wonder you've been so...weird lately. it is certainly very unlike you and i guess this explains everything. like...everything!"
— 2 months before
san felt as if a whole boulder has been lifted off his heart at the realization that he likes you. that explained all the "unnecessary" heart racing moments when it was just you and him, all the times when he would "accidentally" detour around school just to walk past your class and "somehow" get a glimpse of you.
with this newfound appreciation, his grades also took a turn for the better because he wanted to make you proud. he started texting you about his day outside of school (wooyoung often left him on read), giddy with happiness when you replied to him with the same enthusiasm.
before he knew it, the semester tests were around the corner. san stood worriedly outside the classroom with his other classmates waiting to enter. he spots you walking hurriedly down the hallway and when his eyes met yours, he relaxed his tensed shoulders.
murmurs from his classmates increased as you paused in front of him, "i'm rooting for you. here's your lucky charm." you whispered, pushing something into his hand. as quickly as you stopped by him, you walked away to your classroom on the floor above his.
he opens his palm to see the pen, a grin forming on his face when he notices your name sticker on it. gripping it tighter in his hand, he enters the classroom with confidence.
— 2 month and 3 weeks before
"sunbae, do you have a good luck charm?"
"well, i don't have one."
san propped his head on his hand, "i need a good luck charm for the coming tests, just like what i have for my matches." he points to his bracelet, one made by wooyoung to commemorate them being friends in basketball.
"from me?" you stared at him quizzically and san flushed, parroting your question, "from...you?!" you two burst out laughing at the absurdity of the interaction. you calmed down enough to formulate a proper response, "i'll...maybe think about it...?"
san pouts at your uncertainty, "you're not going to give me one?" you lightly pinched his cheeks, "you're making it very hard for me to say no. i'll get you something, okay?"
"i'll hold your word to it sunbae!"
— 1 month before
"how did it go?"
you were huffing, having ran from your homeroom to san's classroom as soon as he texted you he got back his results. you found him standing outside the classroom: head hung low, hands clenched at his side. he perked up at the sound of your question and the sight before you nearly had you reeling.
"i..."
you waited with bated breath for san to finish his statement. "i...somehow did it..." he points to the ranking that was displayed on his phone, and in the picture you could see that his marks barely made the cut, yet because of the person after him, he was pushed to the top 25% of scores in his cohort.
"san! you did it!" you hugged him and he freezes in your hold. you pulled away from him, unshed tears in your eyes causing him to panic, "ahh! sunbae! why are you crying!!" san hurriedly wipes away the falling tears and you laughed, "i'm so glad all that hard work paid off, even if it was just merely there, you improved by leaps and bounds!"
"could have been the lucky charm you gave me. i brought it with me to all my papers." he mentioned and delights in the way you were tongue-tied at his revelation. "sunbae, why this pen though? is there anything special about it?" he pulls out the pen from his pocket, rotating it in his hands to examine it closely.
"if you really must know, it was the very first pen that i got with my own pocket money. nothing special, but i liked the fact that i worked hard to get this branded pen." you bashfully replied, taking back the pen from him.
he thinks you're really beautiful like this, and he finds it so difficult to not like you. he's thoroughly crushing on you now, even more so than before when he first met you.
"before i forget, san-ah, what's your wish?"
— 2 weeks before
now that san has earn the respect of his coach from his drastically improved grades, he's been staying back after school every day to practice till late.
with the ball dribbling beneath his palms, he relishes in his passion and determination that brought him this far.
"you're in great form, eh?" wooyoung teases as the two of them shoot hoops. "yeah, i absolutely missed this. back when coach only allowed me to come for tuesday trainings? that was such a pain!" san laughs, thinking about how he would linger outside the auditorium as he watch his teammates train with each other, while he had to get going to be tutored.
not that he minded, actually. deep down, he was glad for this break because after meeting you, he was reluctant to go back to this thrice-a-week club trainings. he immediately pushes that thought away, exerting force to fling the ball in wooyoung's general direction.
"did you get sunbae to come watch you?" wooyoung—who somehow has become his confidant for anything relating to you—wiggled his eyebrows and san's face warmed up, "yeah i managed to ask. and sunbae's going to be coming..." san embarrassedly hides his face behind the ball wooyoung returns and an uncharacteristic squeal leaves wooyoung's lips and he excitably hugs san, "let's go! my bro's got this!"
— D-DAY
"san! over here!" wooyoung hollers and san passes the ball over. with just about one more minute left in the last quarter, san was really feeling the physical and mental strain after the first 3 rounds. he needs to make the final blow that will pull his school out of the current tie they were in.
san let's his other teammates go ahead of him as he scours around for a wide spot with as little defense from the opposing team.
san's entire being awakens as his gaze lands on you in the bleachers; you were here for him. his eyes flicker between the court and you distractedly, watching as you looked around uncertainly, before deciding to just stand at the back, still within his line of vision.
"san!" surging with adrenaline he nods at wooyoung, who then swings the ball high up. this move he practiced countless times with his friends, coordinating down to even synchronizing their breaths and footsteps.
this is for you.
he takes a huge leap with arms held up. the moment the ball from wooyoung falls in his palms, he sends the ball hurtling into the net. heart beating in trepidation, he feels the second melting into one another as the ball dramatically lands in the hoop with a satisfying woosh.
"with that quick thinking, KQ high school wins the nationals!"
the whole auditorium was flooded with cheers, confetti and streamers floating down from the sky. san feels himself being lifted up by his teammates, wooyoung shouting in his ear about how crazy it was, but all he could focus on was you and your awed expression. pride blooms through him like a blossoming flower, and he thinks he could get used to having someone being there for him.
after all that congratulatory messages from his team, he makes his way to you, beckoning for you to come over to the side lines.
"you made it, sunbae."
"i'm fulfilling your wish, isn't it?"
san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."
your nose scrunched up, the corners of your lips turned downwards despite the big smile on your face, "another? that's—"
"—sunbae, will you go out with me?"
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his arms, your comfort
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pairing: bf! ateez x gn! reader
↬ tags: established relationship!, trying something else this post ^^, feel-good vibes always, very self-indulgent because i want hugs too <3
summary: short blurbs of hugging scenarios with them
word count: 397 words
ᯓ★ kim hongjoong
he feels your presence in the room and raised his gaze to meet yours. as soon as you approach him with tired eyes and opened arms, he mirrors your actions and you speed up towards him. he easily brings you unto his embrace and holds you tight, just the way you like it.
ᯓ★ park seonghwa
he comes home and without hesitating, he seeks you first. he drops his bag and kicks off his shoes by the door. he finds you half-asleep on the sofa waiting for him, and immediately lifts the comforter off you, earning him a soft whine. he slots himself in your arms and contentedly sighs, drifting off to sleep.
ᯓ★jung yunho
when his hands land on your arms, he is quick to pull you in and slow to let you go. arms going around your shoulders and your waist, his bigger frame soothes your frazzled mind, acting like a weighted blanket. he loves when you completely relax under his touch and ministrations, fighting back the urge to coo at you.
ᯓ★ kang yeosang
not the biggest fan of physical affection, but is somehow the one who enjoys it the most between the two of you. he won't ever admit it: he feels loved and appreciated when you hug him and comb your hands through his hair. definitely the type to play it cool when in actuality he's so down for cuddles.
ᯓ★ song mingi
with him, hugs are the first and the last highlights of the day. he starts the day charging up by sleepily hugging you, his heavy arms draped around your middle which prevented you from getting up. by the end of the day, he finds solace in you, laying his tired self atop you and falling asleep to the sound of your gentle breathing.
ᯓ★ jung wooyoung
this man is naturally clingy, he would not let you go. acts mock-hurt if you decide to leave his (very warm and comfortable) embrace. despite his silly antics, he can be quite the serious (and devoted) hugger. he holds you like you're his everything, as if you would disappear (you won't but wooyoung likes to be dramatic).
ᯓ★ choi san
somehow he knows when you need the hug before you do. he is attuned to your emotions, so the moment your voice comes through the phone call, he interrupts you: telling you to come home ASAP so he can give you that hug. his hold is not tight, yet it encompasses you so that you can feel that he is hear with you, grounding you.
ᯓ★ choi jongho
dare you say, hugging jongho feels like you're hugging a teddy bear. he finds it funny that you delight so much in just holding him. reciprocates your big bear hugs all the time, making sure to hold you tight to the extend you're laughing and smacking him to let you go. his hugs definitely recharge you when you need it the most
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san & a situationship
alrighty folks, mr choi san my twin flame is up next on the press!! posting super close to yunho’s bc i hit 500 followers yesterday!! thank u guys so much <3 will post my event later this week so stay tuned! (suggestive, once again very stupid)
@atzhouse
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just play along
pairing : choi san x fem!reader
warnings : creepy guy follows reader, mention of a knife, pet names (babe, love), let me know if i missed anything!
word count : 1182
author's note : first writing post yall 🫣
by the time you finally step outside of the quiet twenty-four-hour cafe, it’s 10:23 pm and the sun had set hours ago. you mumble curses to yourself for forgetting your charger at home, throwing your now dead phone somewhere into your bag.
you look up to the dark sky and sigh. before worry could cloud your thoughts, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, letting the cool night air run over your face before opening your eyes. my apartment is barely even a thirty-minute walk from here, you attempt to reassure yourself, i’ll be fine.
quickly, you find yourself proven wrong. not even five minutes into your trek back home, you notice a looming figure behind you. not wanting to assume the worst, you keep walking, hoping they’ll leave soon. however, after the third left turn that they take along with you, you’re able to discern that this isn’t just some person on their way home, they’re following you.
you take a quick glance behind you, attempting to remain calm and nonchalant as you try to get a feel for your stalker. your heart sinks as you take in the man’s tall and broad form. you snap your head forward and contemplate running, eventually deciding to try and play it cool, or at least as cool as possible.
you speed up your steps a little and listen in terror as the footsteps behind you begin speeding up as well. panic washes over you as you take in the empty streets around you. there’d be no one around to help you if his man caught up with you, you realize. you don’t even have mace or a pocket knife with you. despite all the advice you’d been given to never leave home without some sort of weapon, especially when out after dark, you hadn’t expected your study session to run for so long.
in a moment of clarity, you decide that you don’t want to lead this guy back to your apartment, so you take a few extra turns to ensure that he doesn't find out where you live. just as soon as you’re about to start re-debating whether or not you should start sprinting, a neon sign across the street from you catches your attention. a-z convenience, it reads. relief floods through your veins, momentarily pushing the panic out of the way as you veer into the street to cross it.
the bell of the door jingles lightly as you push it open, quietly responding to the half-hearted greeting the young cashier gives you. you make your way down a random aisle, hoping to gain a few moments to catch your breath when you hear the door ding open again not even thirty seconds after. you take a look back to the front counter, and seeing the cashier pay more attention to the phone in front of him than anything else, you quickly decide that he wouldn’t be much help and push deeper into the store to find someone else.
you almost miss the man in the candy aisle with the way you’re speeding through the rows. you let out an audible sigh when you set eyes upon a tall man in sweatpants and a t-shirt. you can see his well-defined arm muscles pretty clearly from where you are, and you determine that he’d be perect to shake off your stalker. as you make you way up to him, you pray silently to whoever’s listening that he isn’t a dick and will help you out.
you take one last deep breath before directing your voice to the man who’d been comparing the same two candies since you fist saw him.
“there you are babe, i was looking all over for you.” you let a calm smile slip over your face as you hook your arm with his, looking up at his face. you briefly notice how attractive he is before shaking away your thoughts and lowering your voice into a hushed whisper for only him to hear, “just play along,” you request.
he seems to understand your situation immediately, falling perfectly into his newfound role. the surprise on his face quickly flits away as he responds, “i’m sorry, love. just let me buy these and we can be on our way.” he puts both packages into his shopping basket and starts to lead the two of you out of the aisle, keeping your arm tightly locked with his.
as you make your way to the cashier, he leans down to your ear, keeping his tone hushed, and asks, “are you alright, miss?”
you quickly nod and whisper back, “some guy was following me home and i just needed someone to get him to leave me alone.” he nods in understanding and quietly introduces himself as san, reaching the counter and setting his basket atop it. the cashier begins ringing him up, and as you’re about to give him your name, the same man who’d been following you steps out from an aisle, random bag of chips in hand, and steps into line behind you.
it’s not hard for san to notice your discomfort as the man waits in the line behind you, and he easily assumes that this is the man who was following you. so once the cashier is finished scanning all of his items, san takes his bag and utters a “have a good night” before unhooking his arm from yours and laying it over your shoulders, sending a dark glare to your pursuer. he leads the two of you out of the store and towards his car.
“would it be okay if i give you a ride home?” he asks once you reach the vehicle.
“please, if you don’t mind. my name is y/n by the way,” you reply. as he opens the passenger door, san smiles at you and you feel your face getting hot. you had noticed his beauty inside the convenience store, but that hadn’t been your main focus at the time. now that you were able to really look at his features, you noticed that he had a very nice smile, and you were glad it was diected at you.
“what a pretty name. it suits you,” he tells you. you’re hardly able to get out a thank you as you get into his car. he closes the door and makes his way around the front and into the driver’s seat. he starts the car and leaves the small parking lot of the shop, offering a charger for the phone he had (correctly) assumed was dead. after plugging in your phone, you allow yourself to relax in the seat, shoulders slumpng tiredly as the days events catch up to you.
the ride to your apartment is quick, and when san pulls in front of your building, you look at him with a smile. “would you mind giving me your number so that i can take you for lunch as a proper thank you?”
he beams at the question and once again you feel your stomach begin doing flips.
“i’d like that.”
author's note : literally bully me in the comments if this was bad you guys 🚶🏾‼️
UNBREAKABLE GLASS, BREAKABLE HEART ... drabble
YOU ARE MY UNIVERSE | CALMING DAYS | SWEET HOME
pairing : san x f!reader (background poly ateez)
genre : non-idol au, hurt / comfort, established relationship
warnings : langauge, being forgotten, some crying
suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie
in the rush of the moment, the boys forget something important on their way to their vacation.
you woke up with an odd feeling in your stomach. why this was happening, you weren't sure. but you opted to push to the side as you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen.
and then it hit you that the apartment you shared with eight other people – your boyfriends – was silent. there wasn't another soul in sight nor could you hear anyone but your own breathing.
where were they?
then you had a second realization that today you all were suppose to travel to the beach for a small vacation. san had been begging for you all to take a trip together. telling hongjoong and seonghwa that it had been years since they last went on one.
"we need to go on one now that y/n has officially moved in," that was what finally made hongjoong and seonghwa agree. the two eldest thinking it would be a good idea to go on vacation with you.
yet here you were sitting on the couch by yourself, alone. you didn't want to admit it, but was obvious they had forgotten you. you tried to bite back the tears that threatened to spill. it just an accident, you think to yourself, they didn't mean to forget you.
you reach for your phone, wanting to check to see if they messaged you, but only the black screen of your phone stared at you. dead. that explains why your alarm didn't go off this morning.
"oh? who had gummy bears?" seonghwa asks as he brings out the pack of gummy bears that was in their travel snack bag. seonghwa turned to look at his lovers who all looked at him in equal confusion. that is until wooyoung spoke up from the back.
"oh! those of y/nnie's! she loves those gummy bears!"
"isn't y/n in the other car though?" yunho asks from the driver's seat, looking at his lover through the rearview mirror.
"then why is her snack with us and not with the others?" seonghwa asks, seemingly getting more confused by the second.
that's when realization hit san like a truck, a loud gasp leaving his lips causing the other males in the car to look at him.
"we left y/n at home!"
"WHAT!?" yunho is quick to pull off on to the side of the road. him and seonghwa quickly turn to look at both males in the back. only seconds later does the car hongjoong was driving also pull over.
"what's wrong?" hongjoong asks, confused on why yunho pulled over.
"we have to go home!" san begins, "we forgot y/n!" he says, feeling tears start to brim his eyes at realizing how hurt you must be feeling right now.
"what? but wasn't wooyoung suppose to make sure that everyone was up and ready? she was your buddy wooyoung," jongho says causing everyone to look at the male could looked surprised by the information. in other words... he forgot.
"damnit, wooyoung!" hongjoong says, anger seething through him as he glares at his younger boyfriend.
"i'm sorry! i guess i just got distracted by everything else. and besides, you were the one rushing everyone out the door! you should have noticed she was missing too!" wooyoung says back.
"listen," yeosang begins, "we don't have time to be arguing like this. we all obviously can't go back, so why don't half of us keep going to the beach house, while the other half goes back."
"we'll go back," san says, and no one objects.
"try calling her and let her know you are on your way, okay?" hongjoong says and seonghwa nods before they are all getting back in their respective cars.
"i can't believe you forgot your buddy," san says to wooyoung as they are on their way back to the apartment.
"shut up! i already feel bad enough as it is," wooyoung says, another wave of guilt rushing over him.
"stop blaming wooyoung," seonghwa says, phone pressed to his ear as he's trying to call you. "we are all to blame for th– ah! baby, are you okay?" seonghwa cuts himself off when he hears you pick up.
"i'm fine," you say, but seonghwa can tell by your tone that you've been crying. the thought makes his heart break.
"listen, baby, we are on our way back to get you okay? we'll be there in about half an hour," he tells you.
"okay," you sound dejected and it makes his stomach twist. this was suppose to be a fun and memorable vacation. one where he would have taken pictures for the scrapbook you got him. it wasn't suppose to have such a heart-breaking start.
"let me talk to her," san says, leaning over and holding his hand out. seonghwa hands him his phone.
"hey pretty," san says greeting you, "are you okay?"
"y-yeah, i'm fine," he hears you take a deep breath, "happy birthday, sannie."
"thank you, baby. remember you told me last night," he says, not being able to fight the smile that appears on his face.
"i know... i just wanted to tell you again," you say, voice falling quieter near the end. "you guys don't have to come back," you say after a moment, "you shouldn't be wasting time coming back to get me. i'm fine by myself."
"yeah, well, we aren't fine knowing you're by yourself. this vacation is for all of us. you included, got it?"
"got it," you say softly.
"i'll see you when we get back," san says and he hears you hum out a small bye before hanging up. san hands the phone back to seonghwa before he's turning to wooyoung. "you better get on the ground and beg for forgiveness when we pick her up."
san is the first one to enter the apartment when they get back. the other three trailing behind him as they step inside. and san doesn't waste any time calling out for you.
the four of them hear your feet padding across the floor and you emerge around the corner. san can't help the blush that covers his face when he takes in how cutely you're dressed. however, before he could say anything, wooyoung is shoving him aside in order to run up to you. the younger male dropping to his knees, arms wrapping around your legs as begins to semi-fake cry.
"y/nnie, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to forget my seat buddy. i love you so much, you know that right?" wooyoung says making you smile at him. you nod your head, running a hand through his hair to comfort him. "but in all fairness, its hongjoong's fault one-hundred percent."
"wooyoung!" seonghwa's voice is stern as he stops wooyoung from trying to pass the blame. you then see him look up at you with soft eyes, "we are all to blame, really. i'm sorry, baby."
"i'm sorry too, i know the others all feel just as bad," yunho says making you give them a sad smile in return.
"can i just... can i just have a hug, please?" all four males don't waste anytime in giving you a group hug. after that, san gives you an extra one while yunho takes your bag and the other three begin to head down to the car.
"i'm sorry we left you, y/n. i don't think i'll ever be able to forgive myself," he tells you, hiding his face in your neck.
"but you came back for me, didn't you?" you say, making san lift his head to look at you.
"yeah, we did," he says before kissing you. when he pulled away, san gave you a smile before linking hands with you and walking down to the car where you join the others.
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BABY DADDIES ... one - shot
pairing : wooyoung x f!reader x san
genre : fluff, parent au, established poly relationship
word count : 1.6k
warnings : language, y/n wears glasses, mentions of being pregnancy
suffering tag : @sanjoongie this isn't your official birthday present that might be late so please except this while i try to get it done
you couldn't imagine a life without your two daughters and their wonderful fathers who have been with you through the ups and downs of your life.
"what's wrong, mimi?" wooyoung's voice is hushed and groggy as you hear him speak to your five year-old daughter. you can hear miyeon reply to him, but you're too far into dreamland to fully understand what she is saying.
you feel the bed move as you assume wooyoung gets up in order to help miyeon with whatever issue was wrong. you can't help the shiver that rolls over your body once he's gone, and you're quick to turn over in order to snuggle closer into san.
san seems to welcome your closeness, as he is quick to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to him. your head resting against his chest as he tucks you into him, his own head resting on yours. his warmth encased you and quickly lulled you back into full dreamland.
you're not sure when wooyoung returns to bed, but you remember hearing him grumble in your ear about how you're a traitor as he wraps his arms around you. you're pretty sure he only called you a traitor because of how you latched onto san to steal his warmth.
"momma!" a high-pitched voice is how you wake up along with the bed shifting and jolting as two small bodies jump on it.
"momma, wake up!" another equally as high voice say. you hear a small chorus of laughter as you open you eyes to see both your daughters, miyeon and jimin looking at you with large smiles.
"papa made breakfast! it's time to get up!" miyeon said as they watched you sit up with a groan. running a hand through your hair as you tried your best to tame your bedhead.
"well, good morning to you both as well," you say with a groggy laugh making them laugh as well.
"appa told us to come wake you up," jimin said as you leaned over to give her and her sister a good morning kiss.
"by jumping into bed?"
"no," a deeper voice says before either girl could answer. you three turn to see san coming into the bedroom, still in his pajamas and glasses perched on his nose. "i told them to come and wake you up nicely," he adds tickling both girls as he comes to his side of the bed.
san is quick to lean over to give you a kiss before he's standing up straight and picking jimin up and swinging her around. the five year-old lets out a high pitched squeal before he's setting her down. miyeon stands on the bed waiting for san to do the same thing and he smiles at her before mimicking what he did to her sister.
"go help papa with setting the table you two," he says and both nod before racing out of the room. once they're gone, san turns to you and gives you a warm smile as he watches you pull your hair away from your face and reaching for your glasses.
"good morning, beautiful," he says once you get out of bed and presses a kiss to your forehead before he's following you out of the bedroom.
"how long have you all been up?" you ask, worried that you might have slept in for too long.
"just an hour, darling," san answers, "woo and i wanted to let you sleep in, but the girls wanted to have pancakes for breakfast."
you let out a small, excited gasp at the sound of pancakes before the smell of them finally filled your nostrils. san laughed as he watched you hurry down the hallway and into the kitchen. your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at how your excitement matched both of your daughters when pancakes are mentioned.
you come into the kitchen to see miyeon and jimin already at the table eating. miyeon doing a small dance in her seat as she eats. wooyoung runs his hand over his daughter's head, laughing before leaning down and kissing her. he places her cup of juice in front of her before doing the same thing to jimin.
"good morning, youngie," you say when he walks back into the kitchen, a smile on your face as you both share a quick kiss.
"morning, love," he says back as he goes back to paying attention to the pancakes. you wrap your arms around wooyoung's waist, cheek against his shoulder blade as you both wait for the food to get done.
"why did mimi get up last night?" you ask after the two of you stood in silence, listening to the twins talking and singing at the table. san had come in after you, sitting with the twins to make sure they didn't make too big of a mess.
"she got up to use the potty and lost her dolly underneath her bed," he says and you let out a small hum.
"you're such an amazing dad," you say and wooyoung can't help but feel his heart skip a beat at your words.
"thank you, love, i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you," he says back, letting his hand come and rest over your own. he gives your hand a small squeeze. "both you and sannie," he adds turning to look at you with a smile. "your pancakes are ready," he says before handing you your plate of pancakes.
wooyoung laughed as he watched your eyes light up as you did a little dance before walking over to the table to join miyeon, jimin, and san. a few minutes later, wooyoung finally joined you all with his and san's plates.
after breakfast was over, wooyoung sent jimin and miyeon into the living room to play while you three cleaned up.
"here," you begin, stopping wooyoung from standing up, "i'll do the dishes," you add before taking his plate from him. however, before you could get a step in, san took the plates from you. "hey!"
"don't worry about the dishes, babe, i got them," he says before walking over to the sink. you let out a small 'ugh' sound before trailing behind him and standing next to him by the sink.
"no, let me do them," you say, turning the water on and beginning to rinse the syrup off the plates.
"y/n," san says looking at you pointedly, "you've worked hard these past few days. let me do it," he says.
"i'll wash, you dry."
"i'll wash, you dry," he says and you give him a small frown before switching places with him. wooyoung couldn't help but smile at you two continuing to lightly bicker with each other as you wash dishes.
"san, stop! the girls are sleeping," you say, swatting your boyfriend's hands away as he attempts to grab and tickle at your sides. san can't help the hearty laugh that leaves his lips before he's finally grabbing and dragging you closer to him on the couch. he presses a trail of kisses down your neck before blowing a raspberry into your skin. "ugh! san!"
"sorry, couldn't help it," he says before he's trapping you between his legs. you let out a sigh as you relax against him, his hands resting under your shirt on your stomach. his thumb softly rubbing your skin. "i haven't held you like this in a while," he says, voice just as soft as his touch. "i think the last time was when you were pregnant with the girls."
"i think you're right," you say, remembering how san held you like this when you pregnant with miyeon and jimin.
you three were still in your old shared apartment and you were six months pregnant with the girls. you and san had also just gotten into an argument earlier that day, neither one of you speaking to each other for hours. even when the clock hit six o'clock and it was time for what san and wooyoung decided to call their "bonding time" with the girls.
you didn't want to look at san, completely ignoring him despite you resting between his legs and his arms wrapped around you. you ended up not speaking until wooyoung got home an hour later to find you asleep in san's arm.
when you woke up you couldn't even tell wooyoung what you and san got into an argument over.
"you were pretty short-tempered when pregnant," san joked, bring you out of your thoughts.
"yeah..." you say softly, feeling a little guilty for how you would lash out at both of them over the littlest things. you would often feel embarrassed about it afterwards and you were thankful that both your boyfriends were understanding of what you were going through. "i'm sorry about that," you say, fiddling with his fingers.
"hey, don't apologize. i honestly deserved all those times you yelled at me," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "wooyoung definitely did," he added making you laugh as well.
"hey now, don't talk about me while i'm not here to defend myself," wooyoung says as he enters the room. he gives both you and san a kiss before he settling next to you both on the couch. you immediately rest your feet in his lap, smiling when he shoots you a playful glare.
you laugh at his expression before you're opening your arms out for him, and wooyoung immediately moves to squish you between him and san. wooyoung rests his head against your chest, arms going and wrapping around both you and san. the three of you lay in together in a comfortable silence, both their breathing and heartbeats lulling you to sleep.
the last thing you thought before falling asleep was how thankful you were to meet and fall in love with both wooyoung and san. knowing that you would never change this for anything in the world.
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san & a situationship
alrighty folks, mr choi san my twin flame is up next on the press!! posting super close to yunho’s bc i hit 500 followers yesterday!! thank u guys so much <3 will post my event later this week so stay tuned! (suggestive, once again very stupid)
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in this moment i dream with you. | cs
pairing ୨୧ san x afab reader
word count ୨୧ 900
genre ୨୧ smut asf !! and really quite fluffy, established relationship and implied new relationship
warnings ୨୧ hrmm sexual content, swearing <3 smut warnings below the cut!!
author's note ୨୧ ive only actually written smut a handful of times and I always think it'll be decent and then i start writing and get scared But idk san is hot and sweet!!!!! goodnight
18+ mdni!!!
smut warnings ୨୧ kind of praise, dirty talk (ish), unprotected sex, pet names (baby, sweetheart), i dont actually get into it like at all but san is a switch imo, he also Talks U Thru It, cumshot (kind of) (is that even the right word), lovely aftercare, no gendered terms but again reader is afab!!
“Been waiting so long,” San murmurs once he’s finally pushing himself inside you. “Been wanting you so bad.”
Your head is fuzzy already, his words tender in your ear. He feels so good, his touch so soft, better than you could have ever imagined. You gasp out a breath and don’t miss the proud smile on his face when you whimper out, “me too.”
There’s quiet aside from the distant crickets and yours and San’s panting while you both adjust to feeling each other. He kisses you once, twice, until you move your hips and he whines, breaking away from your lips to press his forehead into your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and roll your hips again, desperate for the friction, eager to taste it for the first time. San sighs against your neck but listens to the words you don’t have to say out loud, pulling his hips back before thrusting his cock back into you again. The air is punched out of your lungs and you moan.
You feel so worked up despite it all barely starting – maybe that’s just the effect San has on you. You want more, want him closer, even when he’s already as close as he can be. Happy to give and take, ready for whatever he asks of you. It feels like a heavy, sudden rain after a painful drought. He finds a pace that suits the both of you, rolling his hips into you and making you writhe, pressing your one of legs up and out and wrapping the other around his waist, ever tender.
“You wanted me too, hm?” He asks suddenly, and you’d tease him for being so out of breath if you weren’t struggling to think at all. You settle on nodding but he coos, giving you a few harsh thrusts as if to say use your words.
So you do, breathing out, “yes, yes. Since – ah – our first date. D-Dreamed about you, shit.”
San hums but it sounds like a whimper and you almost feel like screaming. His cock fits in you so well, hitting all the right spots like he was meant to be here. He must feel it too, if his little gasps and groans are anything to go by. “Dreamed?” He asks, pulling himself off of you to look you in the eyes.
It makes you shy, but you feel too good to do more than flush hot at his stare. “Yes,” you answer, completely honest, moaning when his fingers find your clit. “Waited so long – want more, Sannie, more –”
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” San reassures, his hips moving harder against you. “I’ll give you what you want, I promise.”
You trust him. He moves like he’s known your body for years, and in the haze of the waves of your pleasure, you wouldn’t be surprised if he managed to figure you out so quick. He’s good at everything, anyways; sensual and intuitive, fucking you hard with the most gentle presses of his hands and mouth on your skin. You feel like you’re seeing a brand new world, draped in a new light, erasing everything you knew before. It’s overwhelming. You can’t get enough.
“So fucking wet,” he mumbles, more to himself than you. “Just can’t help yourself, huh, baby?”
His fingers move faster against your clit and you shake your head no, vigorous, too caught up in the feeling of him. Every part of him melts into you like a steady stream, an endless fountain. Too good, deeper, faster –
“Gonna –” you gasp, clawing at San’s arms, his shoulders. “Gonna cum. Sannie, gonna –”
He nods, eager, eyes full of something equal parts fond and lustful. “Can feel it, sweetheart, squeezing me so tight,” he murmurs back at you. You think you can hear the squelch of your pussy as he keeps thrusting into you, keeping his steady, harsh pace and the flick of his fingers. “Come for me, let me feel it, please cum on my cock.”
You’d never say no, especially not when he’s begging so pretty. It feels like tsunamis, untouchable floods, a completely blue scene behind your closed eyelids. You think you’re moaning, going slack in San’s hold and feeling him hold you tighter. He matches your noises, riding it out with you, telling you how perfect you feel, how pretty you look, how long he’s been wanting to make you feel good.
He only thrusts a few more times, uneven and quick, before he’s pulling out and cumming on your stomach, painting you pretty. The world is quiet again, peaceful and righted, as San leans down to kiss you pliant. He does an exceptional job and you follow with no hesitation.
“Hey,” he whispers when you finally part.
“Hey yourself,” you say back. His pretty dimples show in his smile. You mirror it.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He carries you to the bathroom, sweet and soft the whole time he wipes you down. You apologize for the scratches on his shoulderblades and he just laughs, but you see his ears redden when he sees them in the mirror. He carries you back to bed, too, downright refusing when you tell him you’re sure you can walk.
His eyes shine in the moonlight peeking through your window until you fall asleep, nestled in his hold.
"After all, you're my wife." | Choi San
pairings: san x f.reader
genre: smut | fluff (if you squint)| +18 minors DNI
this is a mix between a poll and a request by @elfemi
summary: you marry san to make an alliance, and the agreement includes to live separate lives, but both of you seem to want each other (mafia!au)
word count: 3.4k
warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, san calls you his little pet, cursing, degrading, praising, unprotected sex (pls no), cum play, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, mentions of violence (not towards reader) and drugs -- lmk if I forgot anything
Enjoy! (;
There are two things you have very clear. Your dad is dead and you fucking hate Choi San. Inheriting the position of mafia leader was your birthright, your dad raised you to be that woman. However, not everyone wants to see a woman in such a powerful position, to their misfortune, you were the late mafia boss’s only child.
When your father fell ill, you knew it was time to get your position as leader and boss secure. That meant allying with someone rich and powerful. You were surprised that all eligible bachelors were too old, too young, or not powerful enough.
Theo was standing behind you as your eyes scanned the guests your dad’s most trusted assistant invited for a ‘get-together and mingle with the corrupt elite of the country. He had become like an uncle to you, a genuine part of the family. With his kind eyes, but cold demeanor, he is the perfect person to have your back.
“What about him?” Theo said.
“Ugh no…”
“You can’t keep saying no to everyone. Choose or I will choose for you tonight,” your dad finally spoke. Eyes not looking at you. This is not his favourite idea ever, but it was necessary.
You couldn’t picture yourself with any of these men, but it was your duty. So you tried your best to be somewhat amicable and get to like at least one of them. With your wine glass in hand, you decided to talk to your pursuers. They would throw themselves at your feet, showering with compliments, showing off their riches, and to be honest being completely obnoxious. This is not what you needed. You needed someone who you could make a deal with and live separate lives while keeping the façade of a marriage.
Shit, this was going to be hard.
The door opened and at that moment you knew something was off. The entire room fell silent when the man with broad shoulders and shiny black hair walked in. His face was expressionless, with high cheekbones, and not a trace of sympathy. You would think he would come to greet you, that’s the reason why he is there, but he just bows in your direction and walks over to the bar.
The conversation around you resumed, whispers commented on the politician’s son. His father was a powerful drug lord who controlled one of the borders. No wonder he has so much influence. Your brain made a quick list of pros and cons, and so it seemed Choi San would be the right choice for you.
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San was aware his father was a criminal but when he was pushed to marry you, he did everything he could think of to change his father’s mind. He begged he asked to be sent away, hell, he even asked for physical punishment. But Mr. Choi was a greedy, greedy man, and he saw in you an opportunity to be even greedier, richer, and more powerful. This was truly the perfect alliance.
Your dad’s body wasn’t ever cold yet when San got the call and the whole marriage circus began to play. At least the ceremony would be short and he would get to move into his room in your mansion and get it over with. San only met you that one time, but he remembered very well how you looked. In one word, terrifying. You would make the perfect fake wife.
San watched you walk toward him dressed in black, a dress that covered your legs right above the knees but left little to his imagination from the way the cleavage showed off your round and soft breasts. He just politely nodded at you. At the end of the day, there was nothing to celebrate, your dad was dead and he had to pretend to be your loving husband for the rest of his life or until something or someone killed him.
With no kiss to seal the deal, San just signed the papers and tried to give you a smile, which was awkward.
“I am sorry for your loss,” he said.
You returned the smile, less awkwardly, and patted his shoulder. For a split second, San saw something in you, maybe kindness, but that was all forgotten when you two started living together.
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“Yeah… fuck, don’t fucking stop, don't fucking—” your voice bounces on the walls, you are so close.
“Ah.. ah!” the deep voice behind you moans as he cums way too soon.
San closes his eyes across the hallway. Why do you have to be so fucking loud? To be honest, he wishes he could shut you up once and for all. Moving in with you was necessary, he understands that, part of the arranged marriage and your agreement. However, San never imagined how opinionated and bossy you could be. One thing was your role as the new mafia leader, another thing was you ordering him around the house like some unloved pet.
Tonight, nonetheless, San wouldn’t take that anymore, so he did something unexpected. He left his bedroom and went looking for you. Was he out of his mind? Probably, you specifically instructed to ‘stay the fuck away’ and since your marriage was fake, you could find carnal pleasure with anyone you wanted.
San walked out of his bedroom. His pajama pants hanging low, his shirt forgotten somewhere in his room. He still wore his reading glasses and his black hair was wet, and slicked back. Your bedroom door abruptly opens and an unfortunate man flies out of your room. He is in his underwear trying to flee the scene grabbing his clothes as your upset persona watches not too far from the door. San’s curious eyes find your figure, and my oh my, what on earth are you wearing?
If San didn’t know any better he would be jealous of the thin piece of clothing that gets to touch your soft skin. You have no shame as you stand there in front of your husband. The peach, sheer dress dances loosely on your body, however, it shows off your beautiful body. San can see your nipples hardening under such a provocative piece of clothing as his eyes scan even further south to find the core of your intimacy unclothed.
“Cat got your tongue?” you ask.
“N-no, I was just… taking a break from reading. I couldn't focus,” he crosses his arms across his chest and something in you wonders how you never paid any close attention to those broad shoulders and itty bitty tiny waist.
“Was I being too loud? Apologies.”
“Not at all, I believe you can be louder… with the right encouragement.”
The audacity. He can’t speak to you like this… he has never done something so daring. Your heart races and a familiar heat travels from your chest down to your legs.
“Go to your room, San,” you scold him and close the door.
San rolls his eyes. He has had enough of you bossing him around as if he was your puppy or servant. So on this night, Choi San decided something. He will make you see him for what he is, an important part of your alliance, a capable, fierce man, and your husband.
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The days pass and you haven’t seen much of San. You haven’t seen him at all. Is not a surprise not to see him or know of him for a day or two, however, it’s been 9 days since you had your little after-hours encounter. You sit in front of various members of the cartel and trusted members of the mafia your father once led. Theo, your father’s favourite and now your confidant, continues to sit to the right of the boss, you.
“We are losing territory, it’s like we don’t have enough people from our side…” one protests.
“The matter is getting resolved. I suspect there is someone infiltrated in one of our negotiations or maybe lines have been tapped–”
You are cut mid-sentence when the doors are almost torn from their hinges and your husband enters the room. He is agitated, pulling a beaten man by the collar of his crimson-stained shirt, the same crimson colour that decorates San’s knuckles and hands. The stranger is pushed and kicked to your feet, and you almost feel pity for his bruised face.
“Sorry to drop in unannounced, love,” San starts, leaving that last word resonating in your head. “This little rat here has something to tell us, don’t you?” San walks over to him and pulls him by the root of his hair making his eyes meet yours. “Look at my wife when you speak, scum, or do I need to break the rest of your fingers one by one?”
And now you see it, his left hand, disfigured, broken bones making his muscles swell under his skin.
“Speak,” you command.
“I– I know who’s been feeding information to Viggiano.”
As soon as you hear the name you stand from your chair and grab his face.
“You better start talking before you lose your tongue as well,” you look at the disheveled man, then back at San. His eyes have such an intense glare, you’ve never seen him like this. It makes the hairs on your back rise.
“Pl-please no, I–” as the man stutters he keeps looking past you, which makes you turn to see Theo standing right there. The kindness in his eyes was now replaced by threat and fear.
“No…” a small gasp leaves your lips.
“You are never going to be the right person to lead, everyone knows–” Theo starts.
Slap! You can’t believe the speed at which your body moved to hit your so-called uncle across the face. Two of your guards grab him by the arms, waiting for your command, but San is quicker. He bumps the disheveled man’s head with the table, knocking him unconscious. Like a predator to its prey, he walks towards Theo. You don’t see it coming but one punch from San and Theo is coughing blood.
“That’s enough, San. You can go now.”
San is in disbelief, but he lets out a deep chuckle that makes you and your company know he is indeed annoyed by your decision.
“I want his nose and ears cut off, for being a liar and an eavesdrop, send them to Viggiano,” you walk towards the door. “Sleeping beauty over there loses his tongue. I want them both dead by midnight… oh and let this be an example of what happens if you betray your boss,” you finally exit the room, listening to the ‘yes ma’ams’ behind you.
The night seems to be the longest one you’ve ever lived. This is not the first tough decision you make, but this is the first time someone close betrays you, and it hurts. It hurts bad, so you cry in the loneliness of your room. You curse. You throw things around and you scream. Everyone has been instructed not to bother you, except for one person.
“May I come in?” San’s voice is soft outside the door.
“Leave me alone!”
San enters your room regardless and nothing stops him from getting to you. He holds your wrists.
“You need to stop bossing me around, I know you are upset but I am not your puppy or your slave.”
“You disappeared for 9 days and came home with a big surprise. Great! But you mean nothing to me, Choi San, and I mean nothing to you! Just get out before I call the guards.”
“Nothing to you? Nothing to me!?” he is even more shocked than before and you see in his eyes that look he gave you when you got married but now it is enhanced. It is sympathy. It is agony. It is lust, pain, and love. Deep down you know he means something to you or you would have him dragged out of your room in this very minute.
You don’t get to answer when San’s lips are already on yours and you find yourself kissing this handsome man back. This handsome man is legally your husband, but you have never kissed before. His lips are hungry and wanting, making you thirst for him as your tongues collide and his needy hands cup your ass.
“See how lovely it can be when you don’t boss me around and you shut up.”
Fuck.
The wetness between your legs just grows and you have no words to answer back. His mouth is on your delicate neck, oh he needs to make a work of art here, your skin looks like it could bruise easily. San sucks on various points, his tongue lapping over the marks he leaves behind. Your moaning goes from soft to breathy and impatient. One of your hands reaches under your nightgown and San slaps it away.
“No, love, you don’t get to relieve yourself until I fucking say so. Now be a good pet and strip for me, would ya?”
You take off your clothes as fast as you can, pathetic. A week ago, San was just the most annoying housemate, a convenient inconvenience, but now you’re here naked in front of him. His eyes are dark scanning your body, planning how he is going to ruin you, and you are going to let him do as he pleases.
“On your knees.”
And you drop to your knees looking up at his adoring face with a wicked smile. He lowers his pants just enough for you to see his cock already leaking for you.
“Such a good pet, would you help me out?”
You continuously nod and pull his pants further down. His cock is beautiful, perfect, just like him. Slightly curved, just the right thickness, and a bit longer than average. You spit on it and start with your hand, jerking him off, up and down, up and down. Without interrupting the pace you lick his balls and earn the most sensual moan from San’s lips. So you put your mouth to work. You put him between your wet needy lips and push him in, sucking, tasting all of him. San’s breath is heavier when you start bopping your head up and down. He suddenly grabs your hair and takes control, fucking your face and watching you take it. To his eyes, you were already so beautiful, but this is something else.
“See how beautiful you look with your mouth shut, so obedient, now be a good wife and take this cock.”
You moan at his words, how can they make you so horny when you had no plan of sleeping with him. The vibrations in your throat send San spinning and he is too close to cuming, but not yet. He pulls out of your mouth and helps you up, and with a slap to your ass, he takes you to bed. He signals you to straddle him. You normally don’t like eye contact with your sexual partners but there is something about San that makes it different.
“Fuck yourself on my cock and I only want to hear how good it feels, okay?”
You sit on his cock slowly, letting yourself adjust to his length and girth. When you start to bounce on top of him, San has to use all of his willpower not to drill into you like some kind of wild animal, he can do that any other time if you let him. The way you are making him feel is ecstatic. Your tits moving up and down so close to his face he has to suck on them. The feeling of his tongue on your nipples makes you want to cry for pleasure. You let out a high-pitched moan.
“Words, little pet, I wanna hear them– fuck,” San throws his head back as your pace becomes quicker. He slaps your ass, once, twice.
“I love it, I fucking love it, San… fuck. I like it right there, so fucking perfect. I want you to fucking split me in half,” you just let words out, words derived from the ecstasy of having his cock buried deep inside you.
And that was the queue for San to let go and fuck you like he wanted. Like you wanted. He now fucks you faster than the pace you set earlier. His hands bruising your hips, the skin-to-skin contact adding even more passion, and his eyes… His eyes on yours making you feel his, making you feel safe, making you feel you can let go and–
“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum… fuckfuckfuck!”
And San holds you while your body trembles and your high makes your brain explode into a thousand little particles of pure lust and sin. Fuck the way your heart races, you can hear it in your ears. He puts you on the bed and your reaction time doesn’t catch up with your brain when your legs are wrapped around his waist and he is entering you.
“San…” you whisper.
He stops. He is unsure if this is too much and he is willing to stop.
“San, San, San…” you keep saying his name like a plead, a prayer to the heavens as your hips move forward. You want more.
“Bet. No one. Ever. Fucked you. Like. This.” San says between thrusts so deep you can feel him in your cervix. “Look at you all fucked out, my obedient pet, taking my cock so well, wanting to cum again. Is that what you want?”
You nod desperately, anything for another intense orgasm with him. You only want this with him. His hands touching you, his moans on your ears, his voice commanding you to cum again and again.
This time San fucks you slower, you can feel every inch of him inside you as you clench around his erection encouraging him to keep going. He grabs your thighs to pull you even closer to him, angling your hips higher making you not say his name, but scream it.
“Yes, fuck, keep saying my name just like that.”
So you did as he entered you, ruining you for any other man who dared match him. You were his, the man who saved your life and fucks you into oblivion. Now you were close, so close to your climax and you needed to cum like oxygen itself.
“You don’t get to cum without me, hold it like the good pet that you are,” he says struggling to make a coherent sentence, he was very close too.
You try hard not to cum before he does, but looking at him sweaty, chasing his high, fucking you as no one has done before does something to you. Your hands squeeze your tits together while your eyes close, trying to last longer. San could have combusted with that sight alone.
“Cum– cum now… fuck!”
The tightness in your belly is now free as you both cum. It is so fucking loud that your head hurts. His seed spills deep inside you and if you felt full before, now it’s even better, your legs feel like gelatin. San gently places them down. You are thinking he will probably leave you to go back to his room but he does the unexpected.
His thumb is over your extremely sensitive clit and two of his slender fingers push his cum back inside you. You scream closing your legs. He smiles.
“You need to take it all, love,” that’s it… the dom session is over and he uses that word that makes your heart flutter.
“I can’t.”
San licks your clit, tasting the mix of both of your releases. His fingers thrust in slowly, slightly angling up until you squirm under his touch.
“Ah, right there? You like it there, love?”
“Mmmm-ugh yesfuck…ah–” you babble.
San continues his tortuous pace until he latches once again his mouth to your clit. You see stars, you don’t know how your body is taking this, it is so fucking good, he is so fucking good. The way he keeps you on edge and makes you want more and more. Fuck, you can’t even think and you feel your body about to orgasm but something is different.
“San, San… stop. I’m gonna–” and you squirt, drenching him in your juices.
“That’s a good girl.” He licks your entrance once last time before collapsing beside you, his arms open inviting you to rest on his broad and hard chest.
“You are not allowed to sleep in the other room anymore. From now on you sleep here, okay?”
“You’re ordering me around, but I will follow your command. After all, you are my wife,” he hugs you tightly.
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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ —this took me forever but I am in love with this san! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated and let me know if you would like to be part of the taglist.
🥺🥺omg you are gonna make me cryyyy!!!
thank you thank you thank you ♥️
and fr i am so in love with san in general and with this san ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
"After all, you're my wife." | Choi San
pairings: san x f.reader
genre: smut | fluff (if you squint)| +18 minors DNI
this is a mix between a poll and a request by @elfemi
summary: you marry san to make an alliance, and the agreement includes to live separate lives, but both of you seem to want each other (mafia!au)
word count: 3.4k
warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, san calls you his little pet, cursing, degrading, praising, unprotected sex (pls no), cum play, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, mentions of violence (not towards reader) and drugs -- lmk if I forgot anything
Enjoy! (;
There are two things you have very clear. Your dad is dead and you fucking hate Choi San. Inheriting the position of mafia leader was your birthright, your dad raised you to be that woman. However, not everyone wants to see a woman in such a powerful position, to their misfortune, you were the late mafia boss’s only child.
When your father fell ill, you knew it was time to get your position as leader and boss secure. That meant allying with someone rich and powerful. You were surprised that all eligible bachelors were too old, too young, or not powerful enough.
Theo was standing behind you as your eyes scanned the guests your dad’s most trusted assistant invited for a ‘get-together and mingle with the corrupt elite of the country. He had become like an uncle to you, a genuine part of the family. With his kind eyes, but cold demeanor, he is the perfect person to have your back.
“What about him?” Theo said.
“Ugh no…”
“You can’t keep saying no to everyone. Choose or I will choose for you tonight,” your dad finally spoke. Eyes not looking at you. This is not his favourite idea ever, but it was necessary.
You couldn’t picture yourself with any of these men, but it was your duty. So you tried your best to be somewhat amicable and get to like at least one of them. With your wine glass in hand, you decided to talk to your pursuers. They would throw themselves at your feet, showering with compliments, showing off their riches, and to be honest being completely obnoxious. This is not what you needed. You needed someone who you could make a deal with and live separate lives while keeping the façade of a marriage.
Shit, this was going to be hard.
The door opened and at that moment you knew something was off. The entire room fell silent when the man with broad shoulders and shiny black hair walked in. His face was expressionless, with high cheekbones, and not a trace of sympathy. You would think he would come to greet you, that’s the reason why he is there, but he just bows in your direction and walks over to the bar.
The conversation around you resumed, whispers commented on the politician’s son. His father was a powerful drug lord who controlled one of the borders. No wonder he has so much influence. Your brain made a quick list of pros and cons, and so it seemed Choi San would be the right choice for you.
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San was aware his father was a criminal but when he was pushed to marry you, he did everything he could think of to change his father’s mind. He begged he asked to be sent away, hell, he even asked for physical punishment. But Mr. Choi was a greedy, greedy man, and he saw in you an opportunity to be even greedier, richer, and more powerful. This was truly the perfect alliance.
Your dad’s body wasn’t ever cold yet when San got the call and the whole marriage circus began to play. At least the ceremony would be short and he would get to move into his room in your mansion and get it over with. San only met you that one time, but he remembered very well how you looked. In one word, terrifying. You would make the perfect fake wife.
San watched you walk toward him dressed in black, a dress that covered your legs right above the knees but left little to his imagination from the way the cleavage showed off your round and soft breasts. He just politely nodded at you. At the end of the day, there was nothing to celebrate, your dad was dead and he had to pretend to be your loving husband for the rest of his life or until something or someone killed him.
With no kiss to seal the deal, San just signed the papers and tried to give you a smile, which was awkward.
“I am sorry for your loss,” he said.
You returned the smile, less awkwardly, and patted his shoulder. For a split second, San saw something in you, maybe kindness, but that was all forgotten when you two started living together.
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“Yeah… fuck, don’t fucking stop, don't fucking—” your voice bounces on the walls, you are so close.
“Ah.. ah!” the deep voice behind you moans as he cums way too soon.
San closes his eyes across the hallway. Why do you have to be so fucking loud? To be honest, he wishes he could shut you up once and for all. Moving in with you was necessary, he understands that, part of the arranged marriage and your agreement. However, San never imagined how opinionated and bossy you could be. One thing was your role as the new mafia leader, another thing was you ordering him around the house like some unloved pet.
Tonight, nonetheless, San wouldn’t take that anymore, so he did something unexpected. He left his bedroom and went looking for you. Was he out of his mind? Probably, you specifically instructed to ‘stay the fuck away’ and since your marriage was fake, you could find carnal pleasure with anyone you wanted.
San walked out of his bedroom. His pajama pants hanging low, his shirt forgotten somewhere in his room. He still wore his reading glasses and his black hair was wet, and slicked back. Your bedroom door abruptly opens and an unfortunate man flies out of your room. He is in his underwear trying to flee the scene grabbing his clothes as your upset persona watches not too far from the door. San’s curious eyes find your figure, and my oh my, what on earth are you wearing?
If San didn’t know any better he would be jealous of the thin piece of clothing that gets to touch your soft skin. You have no shame as you stand there in front of your husband. The peach, sheer dress dances loosely on your body, however, it shows off your beautiful body. San can see your nipples hardening under such a provocative piece of clothing as his eyes scan even further south to find the core of your intimacy unclothed.
“Cat got your tongue?” you ask.
“N-no, I was just… taking a break from reading. I couldn't focus,” he crosses his arms across his chest and something in you wonders how you never paid any close attention to those broad shoulders and itty bitty tiny waist.
“Was I being too loud? Apologies.”
“Not at all, I believe you can be louder… with the right encouragement.”
The audacity. He can’t speak to you like this… he has never done something so daring. Your heart races and a familiar heat travels from your chest down to your legs.
“Go to your room, San,” you scold him and close the door.
San rolls his eyes. He has had enough of you bossing him around as if he was your puppy or servant. So on this night, Choi San decided something. He will make you see him for what he is, an important part of your alliance, a capable, fierce man, and your husband.
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The days pass and you haven’t seen much of San. You haven’t seen him at all. Is not a surprise not to see him or know of him for a day or two, however, it’s been 9 days since you had your little after-hours encounter. You sit in front of various members of the cartel and trusted members of the mafia your father once led. Theo, your father’s favourite and now your confidant, continues to sit to the right of the boss, you.
“We are losing territory, it’s like we don’t have enough people from our side…” one protests.
“The matter is getting resolved. I suspect there is someone infiltrated in one of our negotiations or maybe lines have been tapped–”
You are cut mid-sentence when the doors are almost torn from their hinges and your husband enters the room. He is agitated, pulling a beaten man by the collar of his crimson-stained shirt, the same crimson colour that decorates San’s knuckles and hands. The stranger is pushed and kicked to your feet, and you almost feel pity for his bruised face.
“Sorry to drop in unannounced, love,” San starts, leaving that last word resonating in your head. “This little rat here has something to tell us, don’t you?” San walks over to him and pulls him by the root of his hair making his eyes meet yours. “Look at my wife when you speak, scum, or do I need to break the rest of your fingers one by one?”
And now you see it, his left hand, disfigured, broken bones making his muscles swell under his skin.
“Speak,” you command.
“I– I know who’s been feeding information to Viggiano.”
As soon as you hear the name you stand from your chair and grab his face.
“You better start talking before you lose your tongue as well,” you look at the disheveled man, then back at San. His eyes have such an intense glare, you’ve never seen him like this. It makes the hairs on your back rise.
“Pl-please no, I–” as the man stutters he keeps looking past you, which makes you turn to see Theo standing right there. The kindness in his eyes was now replaced by threat and fear.
“No…” a small gasp leaves your lips.
“You are never going to be the right person to lead, everyone knows–” Theo starts.
Slap! You can’t believe the speed at which your body moved to hit your so-called uncle across the face. Two of your guards grab him by the arms, waiting for your command, but San is quicker. He bumps the disheveled man’s head with the table, knocking him unconscious. Like a predator to its prey, he walks towards Theo. You don’t see it coming but one punch from San and Theo is coughing blood.
“That’s enough, San. You can go now.”
San is in disbelief, but he lets out a deep chuckle that makes you and your company know he is indeed annoyed by your decision.
“I want his nose and ears cut off, for being a liar and an eavesdrop, send them to Viggiano,” you walk towards the door. “Sleeping beauty over there loses his tongue. I want them both dead by midnight… oh and let this be an example of what happens if you betray your boss,” you finally exit the room, listening to the ‘yes ma’ams’ behind you.
The night seems to be the longest one you’ve ever lived. This is not the first tough decision you make, but this is the first time someone close betrays you, and it hurts. It hurts bad, so you cry in the loneliness of your room. You curse. You throw things around and you scream. Everyone has been instructed not to bother you, except for one person.
“May I come in?” San’s voice is soft outside the door.
“Leave me alone!”
San enters your room regardless and nothing stops him from getting to you. He holds your wrists.
“You need to stop bossing me around, I know you are upset but I am not your puppy or your slave.”
“You disappeared for 9 days and came home with a big surprise. Great! But you mean nothing to me, Choi San, and I mean nothing to you! Just get out before I call the guards.”
“Nothing to you? Nothing to me!?” he is even more shocked than before and you see in his eyes that look he gave you when you got married but now it is enhanced. It is sympathy. It is agony. It is lust, pain, and love. Deep down you know he means something to you or you would have him dragged out of your room in this very minute.
You don’t get to answer when San’s lips are already on yours and you find yourself kissing this handsome man back. This handsome man is legally your husband, but you have never kissed before. His lips are hungry and wanting, making you thirst for him as your tongues collide and his needy hands cup your ass.
“See how lovely it can be when you don’t boss me around and you shut up.”
Fuck.
The wetness between your legs just grows and you have no words to answer back. His mouth is on your delicate neck, oh he needs to make a work of art here, your skin looks like it could bruise easily. San sucks on various points, his tongue lapping over the marks he leaves behind. Your moaning goes from soft to breathy and impatient. One of your hands reaches under your nightgown and San slaps it away.
“No, love, you don’t get to relieve yourself until I fucking say so. Now be a good pet and strip for me, would ya?”
You take off your clothes as fast as you can, pathetic. A week ago, San was just the most annoying housemate, a convenient inconvenience, but now you’re here naked in front of him. His eyes are dark scanning your body, planning how he is going to ruin you, and you are going to let him do as he pleases.
“On your knees.”
And you drop to your knees looking up at his adoring face with a wicked smile. He lowers his pants just enough for you to see his cock already leaking for you.
“Such a good pet, would you help me out?”
You continuously nod and pull his pants further down. His cock is beautiful, perfect, just like him. Slightly curved, just the right thickness, and a bit longer than average. You spit on it and start with your hand, jerking him off, up and down, up and down. Without interrupting the pace you lick his balls and earn the most sensual moan from San’s lips. So you put your mouth to work. You put him between your wet needy lips and push him in, sucking, tasting all of him. San’s breath is heavier when you start bopping your head up and down. He suddenly grabs your hair and takes control, fucking your face and watching you take it. To his eyes, you were already so beautiful, but this is something else.
“See how beautiful you look with your mouth shut, so obedient, now be a good wife and take this cock.”
You moan at his words, how can they make you so horny when you had no plan of sleeping with him. The vibrations in your throat send San spinning and he is too close to cuming, but not yet. He pulls out of your mouth and helps you up, and with a slap to your ass, he takes you to bed. He signals you to straddle him. You normally don’t like eye contact with your sexual partners but there is something about San that makes it different.
“Fuck yourself on my cock and I only want to hear how good it feels, okay?”
You sit on his cock slowly, letting yourself adjust to his length and girth. When you start to bounce on top of him, San has to use all of his willpower not to drill into you like some kind of wild animal, he can do that any other time if you let him. The way you are making him feel is ecstatic. Your tits moving up and down so close to his face he has to suck on them. The feeling of his tongue on your nipples makes you want to cry for pleasure. You let out a high-pitched moan.
“Words, little pet, I wanna hear them– fuck,” San throws his head back as your pace becomes quicker. He slaps your ass, once, twice.
“I love it, I fucking love it, San… fuck. I like it right there, so fucking perfect. I want you to fucking split me in half,” you just let words out, words derived from the ecstasy of having his cock buried deep inside you.
And that was the queue for San to let go and fuck you like he wanted. Like you wanted. He now fucks you faster than the pace you set earlier. His hands bruising your hips, the skin-to-skin contact adding even more passion, and his eyes… His eyes on yours making you feel his, making you feel safe, making you feel you can let go and–
“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum… fuckfuckfuck!”
And San holds you while your body trembles and your high makes your brain explode into a thousand little particles of pure lust and sin. Fuck the way your heart races, you can hear it in your ears. He puts you on the bed and your reaction time doesn’t catch up with your brain when your legs are wrapped around his waist and he is entering you.
“San…” you whisper.
He stops. He is unsure if this is too much and he is willing to stop.
“San, San, San…” you keep saying his name like a plead, a prayer to the heavens as your hips move forward. You want more.
“Bet. No one. Ever. Fucked you. Like. This.” San says between thrusts so deep you can feel him in your cervix. “Look at you all fucked out, my obedient pet, taking my cock so well, wanting to cum again. Is that what you want?”
You nod desperately, anything for another intense orgasm with him. You only want this with him. His hands touching you, his moans on your ears, his voice commanding you to cum again and again.
This time San fucks you slower, you can feel every inch of him inside you as you clench around his erection encouraging him to keep going. He grabs your thighs to pull you even closer to him, angling your hips higher making you not say his name, but scream it.
“Yes, fuck, keep saying my name just like that.”
So you did as he entered you, ruining you for any other man who dared match him. You were his, the man who saved your life and fucks you into oblivion. Now you were close, so close to your climax and you needed to cum like oxygen itself.
“You don’t get to cum without me, hold it like the good pet that you are,” he says struggling to make a coherent sentence, he was very close too.
You try hard not to cum before he does, but looking at him sweaty, chasing his high, fucking you as no one has done before does something to you. Your hands squeeze your tits together while your eyes close, trying to last longer. San could have combusted with that sight alone.
“Cum– cum now… fuck!”
The tightness in your belly is now free as you both cum. It is so fucking loud that your head hurts. His seed spills deep inside you and if you felt full before, now it’s even better, your legs feel like gelatin. San gently places them down. You are thinking he will probably leave you to go back to his room but he does the unexpected.
His thumb is over your extremely sensitive clit and two of his slender fingers push his cum back inside you. You scream closing your legs. He smiles.
“You need to take it all, love,” that’s it… the dom session is over and he uses that word that makes your heart flutter.
“I can’t.”
San licks your clit, tasting the mix of both of your releases. His fingers thrust in slowly, slightly angling up until you squirm under his touch.
“Ah, right there? You like it there, love?”
“Mmmm-ugh yesfuck…ah–” you babble.
San continues his tortuous pace until he latches once again his mouth to your clit. You see stars, you don’t know how your body is taking this, it is so fucking good, he is so fucking good. The way he keeps you on edge and makes you want more and more. Fuck, you can’t even think and you feel your body about to orgasm but something is different.
“San, San… stop. I’m gonna–” and you squirt, drenching him in your juices.
“That’s a good girl.” He licks your entrance once last time before collapsing beside you, his arms open inviting you to rest on his broad and hard chest.
“You are not allowed to sleep in the other room anymore. From now on you sleep here, okay?”
“You’re ordering me around, but I will follow your command. After all, you are my wife,” he hugs you tightly.
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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ —this took me forever but I am in love with this san! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated and let me know if you would like to be part of the taglist.
I HAVE NO SANITY LEFT IN ME
I am screaming
[porn link] https://x.com/yourdaddywill/status/1742593308524712406?s=46&t=svHKAvopx9tJ6YnC7dRDGQ
imagine dom!san fucking you deep from behind in his hotel room with one hand squeezing your neck and the other restricting your movement all while he whispers dirty filthy words into your ear while getting even more turned on by your moans (and calling him daddy) making him thrust into you deeper, faster and rougher because it makes him more horny and harder if it’s even possible and he will want to breed you full of his cum and watch it drip out of you before stuffing you full on his big cock again to fuck his cum back into you and give you a new load until he’s all dry this time while he’s got your back pressed onto his chest one hand still on your neck while the other plays with your tits and roams around your body before moving down to your clit rubbing you quickly and all these while he faces you and him to the reflection of the big window of the hotel room knowing that those staying at the opposite blocks could see what a dirty slut you are for him while he asks you to look at the reflection and whispers how fucked up you are for him being his good girl and make you watch how he’s fucking you and how the previous loads of his thick and creamy cum is leaking of you coating his cock and running down your thighs and onto the bed as he makes you cum whispering sweet and dirty words into your ear as you both watch each other cum in the reflection seeing how he has yet put another load into you making your belly bulge and san absolutely loves seeing how fucked out and cock+cum drunk you are already thinking of how he’s going to press your face in the sheets next fucking you in doggy while giving you a few spanks and pulling your hair so you can look up at him in the reflection to see your daddy fucking you so good all while whispering dirty things into your ear mmm
might have got too carried away because i’m so horny for san especially after seeing the way he moves those hips in it’s you mv…😵💫🥵🤤
A-anon….i like the way you think 😳
Holy shit cause I could imagine every single part of this. I’m going just as crazy as you. Im glad you got carried away on it. Thank you for sharing with the class 😵💫💕
"I wanted to write this for a loooong time. Soooo maknae line?" (from "Ateez seeing you naked for the first time ~ hyung line" post)
YES pleaseee🧎♂️
Those scenarios were both comforting and really suggestive, just the right amount of both worlds and I loved it so much.
Take your time though, write the maknae line whenever you want. No pressure
Ateez seeing you naked for the first time ~ maknae line
pairings: ateez maknae line x gn!reader
warnings: very suggestive content
+18 MINORS DNI
San
he kisses you in a way that is hypnotic. slow yet urgent. sweet yet passionate. time with you doesn’t exist, he is convinced you were made for him, and what a heaven-sent present it is to have you all. every single part of you… his. san can’t recall the last time he was this excited, his heart pounds so hard in his chest. your touch is enough to make him crazy, but looking at you bare, vulnerable? he would kill and die for you if he had to. is this a dream? if so, he wants to keep on dreaming of you forever.
“Baby, you sure you wanna do this? Oh… very well then. Put your hands over your head for me. Don’t move. I’m gonna show you how much I want you.”
Mingi
his voice gets very deep and he can’t help but bite his bottom lip thinking about how all his secret fantasies are coming true. the fact that you are right there, under him, your eyes so sparkly waiting for him to do the next move. he takes a moment to scan your body, fingers softly caressing your skin. every curve of your body is studies thoroughly by him because mingi will make this is the first time of many to come.
“Look at me. Now, don’t be shy… you are precious. Ahhh that’s it, look at you, baby. I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you. Perfect, you are perfect.”
Wooyoung
he always knew his charisma would get him far, but never thought that it would allow him to share your bed. the way your little kisses spark the dirtiest thoughts in him is insane. you are so delicate and soft, he wants to ruin you. wooyoung tastes your sweet-salty skin. he finds your adorable weak spot behind your ear. he wants you to trust him, just as he trusts you, because he doesn’t plan to let you go.
“Everything about you drives me insane. You doing this on purpose? Let me hear you, beautiful. Am I making you feel good? Yeah? Mmmmm… that’s nice, isn’t it?
Jongho
he is the one that with your permission would take off your clothes, taking his time, admiring your beautiful physique underneath. with every move of his hands, his breath hitches a little, a silly sign of nervousness that you don’t notice. he asks you to help him get undressed as well, never taking his eyes off you. he grabs your face so softly and pulls you towards him, planting a firm kiss on your lips. this is one of the most special nights he has shared with you.
“May I take this off? Let me take care of you. Your lips are so soft, you are magnificent. Come here… Sit on my lap. Tonight is just you and me, ok?”
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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨
I hope you like it!!! I loved writing this so much! What should I do next? OT8 or someone specific? Comment or dm me if you would like to be included on the ateez taglist :3
Read the hyung line here
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[11:28 pm] c.s
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Today was too much. You felt stretched too thin at work with everything you decided you had to complete before you could enjoy your weekend. And then your friends decided to invite you out to dinner which you couldn’t say no to because you were dying to see them. And after having a great time catching up and arriving back home, you wanted to crash after taking almost two steps into your house.
You had moved in with your boyfriend San and started to add little pieces of you all over. From adding a toothbrush to the bathroom or making sure a candle was lit to make it smell like things were constantly baking. And you had to admit, you had stolen most of San’s clothes so why not spray your perfume on them to make them smell like you as a nice little surprise.
Walking into your room, you kicked off your shoes that were killing your feet all evening and hung up your jacket so it wouldn't get wrinkles. Your hands fumbled around your wrists to take off your bracelets and then took off your earrings but for some reason, you had a hard time taking off your necklace.
Through the frustrated noises you were making, you heard footsteps behind you and a deep, soothing voice whisper in your ear, “Having trouble Princess?" And San wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest, making instant goosebumps rise on your skin.
“No, i just can’t get this stupid- yes I need help.” Frustrated with the clasp, you stopped meddling with your necklace and pulled your hair off of your neck so San could help you. What felt like twenty minutes of you trying to pry the clasp open only took two seconds for San to do in record timing, almost annoying you but making you more grateful than anything.
“Is that better Princess?” San asked turning you around to cup your face in his hands while your head relaxed into his embrace to show how drained you were.
“Much.” You mumbled, almost too tired to say anything and avoid collapsing right then and there. San had noticed how you had walked into the door and not said anything, which wasn't like you, and knew how tired you were but he loved it when he could prove to you, the person who spends their time dedicated to helping others, that he could properly take care of you.
San had bent down to place his hands to carry you bridal style and placed you carefully on your shared bed. He turned around to go get a washcloth to wipe your face clean of any makeup you had on and when he returned to you, he watched your eyes open and close every few seconds, clearly moments away from drifting off to sleep. He sat down on the bed and you turned onto your side to face him, holding out your arms and using your grabby hands to try and make him cuddle with you.
“Not yet baby, just give me one second to let me clean any makeup off of your face.” He said and gently ran the warm washcloth over your eyelids, eyelashes, and cheeks a couple times to make sure no trace was left behind. He threw the washcloth in the laundry hamper and crawled into bed with you and you immediately wrapped yourself around him. You were out almost immediately, finally relieved that you could rest and stop fighting your fatigue. San kissed your forehead and gently whispered to you, “Sweet dreams my princess” as the two of you drifted off to blissful rest as one.
Sleepover | San x Blk Fem reader
Summary: You're excited yet nervous about your first sleepover with your boyfriend, San, who is super in love with you.
REQUESTED BY ANON.
Just very cute fluffy fluff stuff (Just know I tried)
You stood back with your hands on your hips admiring your handy work. If building forts were an actual job, you'd make good money. It's decked on the inside with pillows, fairy lights, your squishmallows, blankets to keep warm, a basket of snacks, and the TV.
This was the first time that your boyfriend, San, was sleeping over. It needed to be something special. Something fun. So you told San, “Let's have a sleepover!”
Just as much as you were excited about the idea, so was he. You had a lot planned for the night but didn't think you two could make it to everything on the list. But sleepovers aren't actually meant for sleeping, so maybe you two would mark everything off the list.
You changed into your pajamas. And one last time you check the fort making sure it is up to code and won't come falling down on you and San. The doorbell rings. You rushed to the door, sliding down the hall in your socks.
“San!” You yelled as you yanked open the door.
He's smiling holding his squishmallow. He's in a matching pajama set like yours.
“Hey, Babe. You look really cute.”
Your cheeks burn a little.
“So do you! Come in.”
San steps in. He leans towards you placing a kiss on your forehead. Even though You and San have been dating for a little while now, you still aren't used to the little things that he does. So it made your heart race.
“I'm excited to be spending the night,” he said as he stepped into the living room. “Wow, you built this?”
“Yup. The hard labor paid off in the end,” you said.
San put his squishmallows inside the fort with yours. You grabbed San by the forearm and spun him around.
“I made a list of everything we're doing tonight.”
“What's first on the list?”
“Making heart-shaped pizzas!”
You gestured for your boyfriend to follow you into your small kitchen. Everything was laid out on the kitchen table in the corner. You washed your hands first and then San after you. You both sat at the table. San opens the cans of Pillsbury pizza dough and the tomato sauce.
As you're making the pizza with him. There's the conversation in between belly-aching laughter that makes you feel warmer. San was having a hard time forming his pizza dough into a heart. It looked like something deformed. So you fixed it for him. San spreads the tomato sauce on the pizzas and you go in with the mozzarella cheese and mini pepperonis, making a smiley face on the heart pizzas. You preheat the oven and when it is ready, San put the pizzas into the oven.
You popped some mini pepperonis in your mouth as you hopped up on the countertop. San stands in between your legs and you feed him a pepperoni.
“What's your favorite thing in the whole wide world?” You ask.
San thinks long and hard. Then his lips pulled into a smile.
“My favorite thing?”
“Yeah.”
“That's a hard one,” he said. “I wouldn't say a thing, though. But a person.”
“Who is your favorite person, then?”
You feed him another pepperoni.
“Well, it's this girl. She has a really pretty smile. Makes my heart skip a beat with just a look. And she has a really pretty name, too. I think you know her. Her name is Y/n?” San laughed.
You rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder playfully. You were never someone's favorite person, and It so felt nice.
San touches your arm letting his fingertips drag along your skin, leaving goosebumps. There's a moment when it felt like the world slowed down just a bit for the two of you. It's sudden. Yet sweet. When San leans in and kisses you.
He laced his fingers with yours. You hear your heartbeat in your ears. When San kisses always seemed like magic. Silly. But his kisses did.
You and he are so lost in the little kiss that the pizzas are forgotten.
***
The pizzas burnt in the oven.
You and San laughed about it over the takeout you both were eating inside the fort.
“So we burnt the pizza. What's next on the list that we can't burn?”
“Making friendship bracelets!”
After eating. You ran to your room to grab the clear containers of beads you had picked up from Target earlier that day. Crawling back into the fort, you hand one to San. You both sat cross-legged in front of each other. San turned on the TV and logged into his Spotify. He played the playlist he made for you the second week of the relationship. The playlist was named “To The Pretty Girl Who Stole My Heart.”
San made his friendship bracelet with your favorite colors and his name. And yours for him had flower beads with letter beads that spelled out “forever yours”
“It's nice, isn't it?” You ask as you put your bracelet on San.
“Yeah. I'm never taking it off. I can't wait to show the guys!” he said, smiling.
You met San's friends before. A bunch of chaotic guys that were fun to be around.
San puts his bracelet on you and you admire it like it is an expensive tennis bracelet. It was better than that.
“I'm never taking mines off either!” You threw yourself onto San, knocking him onto his back. He smiles at you with love in his eyes.
San was absolutely crazy about you. He placed a kissed on forehead. “I love you Y/n.” He whispered.
His love for you is big.
After the bracelet making the next thing on the list was taking Polaroid pictures.
San held the Fuji camera, you are behind him. He counts to three and you both make a silly face. San said he was keeping that one in the back of his phone case. Then there was one of you both kissing, that one would at the back of your phone case.
A couple more photos were taken and you and San traded them like Pokemón cards. San really wanted all the cute photos of you, only so he could brag to his friends that he had the cutest girlfriend in the world.
“Dance off!” You shouted.
San laughed.
“We both know who will win.”
“Me of course.”
“Thats cute you think that babe.” San pinches your cheeks and pulls them.
San is up first busting out his killer moves, making funny sexy faces as he runs his hands down his body.
“Booo!” You give a thumbs down.
San grabbed one of the squishmallows from the fort and threw it at you, but you're quick and doughed the mallow.
“Let's see what you got then, Y/n.”
You did in fact show San what you got. Showing him the dance routine you've been saving just in case you ever did need to pull the moves for a dance-off. He falls over in laughter, clutching his sides, kicking his feet.
“Wow, you have no rhythm at all.”
You stopped dancing giving your boyfriend the evil eye. “Well I'm sorry not everyone can be a sexy dance God.”
San sits up smirking.
“So I'm sexy?” he wiggled his brows.
“Did I say sexy?” You play dumb batting your eyes.
“You did.”
“Well, I didn't mean to say that.”
San reached up grabbing your hand pulling you down between his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He loved the way you smells. It was comforting.
“Well, I think your sexy.” he mumbles against your skin.
Your face goes hot.
“Oh, hush.”
“Don't like hearing the truth?” he teases you.
You smiled a little saying, “I do.”
“Sexy, Sexy, Sexy.” He laughs.
***
Next on the list was to do facemasks and watch TV inside the fort while cuddling the squishmallows. There was a new show on Netflix that you wanted to watch with San.
But instead of watching the show you were staring at San. He's cute with his hello kitty facemask.
“What?” San asks as he popped some Skittles in his mouth.
“Oh... Oh, nothing I was just–” You looked back at the TV.
“Staring at me being a creep?” he teased you.
You take your squishmallow you're cuddling and hit him with it. San screams. You settle back down and look at the TV screen. He stuck his tongue out at you when you weren't paying attention.
“San?”
“Yeah?”
“You know how I'm your favorite person?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you're my favorite feeling.” You rest your head on his shoulder.
He smiles so hard that his cheeks ached.
“It's really nice knowing I'm your favorite feeling,” San said as he rested his head on top of yours. “I hope to be your favorite feeling forever, Y/n.”
A/N: I hope you liked it anon. I tried my best with cute and fluffy stuff. 😭