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me or the ps5 • san

warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, san not being a v good boyfriend at the start, punishment, impact, crying, reader is called slut and whore, safeword mentioned but not used, implied blowjob, meanie san til he goes soft for u

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Hours.

It’s been fucking hours now, and he hasn’t said a word to you. Normally you’re fine with his gaming habit, most young men have one and he doesn’t do it very often, but he’d left you high and dry this morning, rutting against you a few times, fingers tracing your inner thighs before walking out of the room with a small smile. It’s his favourite game; working you up then pulling away just as he’s got you going. He says it makes you more pliant and desperate when you fuck which is true, but damn if it doesn’t piss you off.

You’ve already tried and failed to get his attention, slipping into the shorts he only lets you wear around him and finding every excuse to bend over in front of him, but he barely looked away from his game for long enough to notice. You’d huffed, whining out his name in frustration but all you’d gotten from that was that sharp ‘behave yourself’ look before he was back on that damned game.

You’ve been sulking since then, storming around the house and muttering to yourself about revenge but that’s not enough. If he thinks he can ignore you all day to play that stupid game, he’s dead fucking wrong. You will win, even if you have to play dirty. And playing dirty is exactly what you’ll do.

From the back of your closet you retrieve an unopened pink bag containing lingerie you’d bought for him but never had a chance to wear; it was so sexy that you’d decided to keep it for when you really needed it. When nothing else gets you what you want. Like now, for example.

You slip it on, fastening and adjusting it until it fits you perfectly. You’d forgotten how hot this set was; it curves and highlights all of the parts of your body he loves the most, teasing and tempting but leaving nothing to the imagination. If this won’t get his attention, nothing will.

You’re already wearing makeup from your earlier escapades so it doesn’t take long to touch yourself up before you pull on some thigh high socks, clipping them to your garter and spraying yourself with his favourite perfume and skipping towards your target.

He doesn’t look up when you enter, still focused on the game. Not for long. You approach him from behind, making yourself as attractive as you can, but he’s so immersed you know it could take hours for him to actually turn around. A plan quickly forms in your head and you smile, knowing the line you’re toeing. You’re about to get either the best fuck or worst punishment of your life, and right now, both sound good.

You manage to get under the desk undetected, slipping in from the side and positioning yourself so your face is level with his cock. You run a hand up his thigh towards it, finally alerting him to your presence but he keeps playing, as of yet unbothered. You quickly free his cock and wrap your mouth around it as much as you can — he’s by far the biggest you've had, so you can’t fit all of it in your mouth without suffocating, but he’s taught you how to please him even without deepthroating. But you barely have time to put that knowledge into practice before there’s a harsh grip in your hair, tugging you out from under the desk and bringing you face to face with your fuming boyfriend.

“Up to something, slut?” He snaps. “What’s this game huh?”

You shrug, plastering as innocent a smile as you can feign across your lips. “Just wanted to make you happy, Sannie,” you sing.

He snarls, pulling you to your feet by the grip he has of your hair, and you feel almost victorious when he finally notices your getup and stills, whatever he was about to say now caught on his tongue. He looks you up and down, silent for a few seconds. “When did you get that, whore?”

“A while ago,” you giggle. “Wanted to surprise you.”

He laughs but his eyes are dark and calculating — he knows your game, but you know his too. “You want to fuck me now, don’t you?” You whisper.

“I do,” he says. “And if you’d found a better way of getting my attention, I would have, but you just had to be a brat.”

You frown. “Nothing else worked.”

“That’s a shame,” he says, shaking his head sadly. “Because I was about to finish up and reward you for waiting so patiently, but instead I have to do this.”

He grabs your arm and yanks you towards him, feigning a sad look at you before quickly manoeuvring you to bend over his knee. “Do one thing right and stay still,” he mutters, and that’s all the warning you get before his hand is crashing down onto your ass.

Your boyfriend’s punishments are always harsh but these hits are relentless, fast and hard and randomly spaced so you have no way of knowing where the next one will land. Whether it’s your behaviour or the frustration caused by his game that’s got him so ruthless, you curse yourself for choosing a thong to tempt him with, because now you have no protection from his hits as they land on your bare ass. You do your best to stay still like he told you but before long you’re writhing and crying in his lap, squirming to get away from the burning pain that only increases as he continues, but his other hand is firm on your back, holding you down and at his mercy. The pain is intense and all you can focus on. You must make a pathetic sight, with your resolve to provoke him lost embarrassingly quickly, and the most humiliating part is he doesn’t even acknowledge you. Your safeword dances briefly on your tongue, and the screaming pain in your ass begs you to say it but you shake your head at yourself, determined to see this through.

Soon a particularly hard hit lands in the centre of your ass, right above your hole and you gasp out “Sannie'' at the impact. You hear him groan and his hand stills above your red skin. However tough he pretends to be, your nickname for him melts him every time you say it — especially when it’s cried out between the pretty tears you shed for him.

He starts up again but this time the hits are slower, more rhythmic and he grants you the mercy of alternating between each cheek so at least you know where he’ll hit next. Your head clears enough for you to register his voice as he tells you, “ten more, baby”. You sniffle and nod your head and he starts up again.

After what feels like endless hits the last ten aren’t too horrible, and you manage to count them out in your head. When the last hit lands he soothes you immediately, bundling you up to rest your head on his shoulder and wipe your tears. Normally he lets you languish in his lap for a while after a punishment, making you recite what you’d done to deserve it before allowing you to get up but this is the harshest you’ve been punished in a while, so he lets you just sniffle into his chest instead as he runs a soothing hand up and down your back.

You calm down eventually, enough to lift your head from his tear-stained shirt and he strokes your red cheeks. “Now,” he says softly. “You gonna interrupt me again?”

You shake your head, sniffling. “Never.”

He smiles at you, all love and softness in contrast to the stern persona he’d worn just minutes earlier, but somewhere between his hand squeezing your throbbing ass and the mischievous glint in his eye, you gather he’s not quite done with you.

“Now let’s finish what you started, huh?” He suggests and you smile. In the end, you've gotten exactly what you want.

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a/n: im back guys! explanation for my absence in my last post:) please comment and reblog, its a big motivator! requests open too!

freeuse w/ atz • maknaeline

part two of a request from anon: somno and free use with ateez.

i felt that, incidentally, somno and free use were more suited to the elder and younger members respectively; with that in mind i divided this request into two parts, the first being somnophilia with hyungline, which can be found in my masterlist.

this post contains relatively intense kinks; read on for specific warnings.

‘free use’ is defined as “a kink in which someone consents to being available to have sex with or to be "used" by their partner at any time.” as such there will be themes/instances which could be interepreted as lacking consent if you don’t know what free-use is; rest assured that consent is forthcoming in every scenario.

warnings: free-use, rough sex, bruises & marking, public sex, segregation, humiliation, conditioning, power imbalance, strength kink.

if you are not comfortable, please scroll on; your triggers are not my responsibility and any hate will be deleted and blocked.

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for san, free-use is about expressing love. which may sound a bit weird, but hear me out here. now don’t get me wrong, the idea of his precious girl being ready and waiting for him, a toy for him to use, is thrilling to him — he’s a red blooded male, who can blame him? but it’s much, much more than that for him.

agreeing to this kind of arrangement — being someone’s toy, to be used and fucked at any point without asking — takes a huge amount of trust on both sides. the sub has to trust that the dom will cherish this power and not abuse it any more than they want to be abused. the dom has to trust that the sub is genuine, and will communicate honestly and effectively if they don’t like something, even safeword if necessary. and the act of trust each other with that — particularly the sub trusting the dom to use and own them in that way — is, to san, an incredible act of love.

san doesn’t just acknowledge and appreciate the trust you put in him by agreeing to this, he adores it. it’s the most special, beautiful thing to him and the highest honour of his life. so seeing this whole arrangement as an act of trust, and thereby of love, it’s natural for him to view using the arrangement as loving itself. and of course, sex can itself be an act of love too, which it certainly is for san.

compared to the others, there’s a lot less mind games or control at play here; you’re his toy, and he likes that you know that, but you are equally (more so, actually) his angel, his favourite thing in the world. and for him, the idea of fucking you whenever he wants, or simply taking you into his arms, working your hole open and sliding in, is a way to show his love for you, to truly feel it, and to release the pent-up energy you cause him — your beauty is, to him, unbearable at times, and just by looking at you he gets worked up and flustered, so of course he needs a release. and you, ready and waiting for him, are the perfect vessel.

san prefers to make love than to fuck — but don’t for a minute thing that he won’t fuck. occasionally (relatively often, actually), when he’s really pent up from work or other stresses or, in most cases, how fucking incredible you look that day; when holding you and making love with slow, deep strokes just wont do it, he’ll fuck you and he’ll fuck you hard. because he doesn’t do it as often it’s easy to forget this, but i think san is one of the hardest fuckers in ateez; he uses everything he has, from his strength to his pent-up energy and tension, to fuck you into oblivion, making you scream, even cry from the unending, overwhelming pleasure. yeah, he’ll drill into you mercilessly; probably not saying much because he’s completely focused on ravaging you. it’s a rare(ish) treat but that’s probably good; he goes so hard that you couldn’t handle it much more often.

in free-use terms this definitely comes into play. if he’s pent-up and frustrated enough to be fucking you like that then he’s definitely pent-up enough to not want to wait. he doesn’t have time to proposition you or tease you or do anything except hurriedly bend you over and slam into you. as mentioned before he’s not super talkative in these moods; if he’s crept up on you in a hurry he’ll just hiss “take it” in your ear, maybe repeat it if you’re not being still or pliant enough for his liking. but when he fucks you like that there’s no doubt, you are the one making the noise. screaming, yelling, begging — though for what, you never really know. it’s another strangely thrilling thing for you that reinforces your current position as his fucktoy — you can scream, cry, make whatever noise you want and he’ll just act like he can’t hear you. he’ll just keep going, faster and faster until he is done.

afterwards of course, he’ll be sweeter than ever. holding you in his arms, cooing and praising you as he scans you for marks and bruising; he’ll take such good, careful care of you — his precious, pliant girl. and he’ll be extra gentle with you the next day, getting you whatever you want, hugging you on the bed and couch while you relax and recover. you’ll be blissed out and completely carefree — but in the back of your mind you know that once you’re better, once the marks fade and the aching in your bones subsides, you’re be getting ruined all over again.

mingi is the biggest free-use culprit in ateez, and he’s not quite sure why exactly. there’s several reasons why he likes it; first of all, you’re incredibly attractive, and cause him to have an even higher sex drive than usual — so whenever you’re around him, he’s about 10 seconds from getting hard. a free-use arrangement allows him relief whenever he needs it, without the hassle of asking for and building to full sex. there’s no need for permission (in the moment — of course your consent is established prior) or foreplay when you’re constantly available for him — all he has to do is tell you to bend over, or bend you over himself, then slide in and fuck you til he comes. it’s pretty quick usually — the sight of you bent over whatever surface he chose, your holes happily exposed; and the knowledge that you’re happily and willingly his to use and take advantage of whenever he wants, usually drives him to orgasm pretty quickly. he can’t help it — you’re just so pretty and so pliant that he loses control. and when he does take a little longer, he knows you’ll lie there and take every second of it until he’s done, just like he taught you to; and if he wants to finish a little quicker, all he has to do it bark out that singular command — “clench, slut” — and you’ll have him coming soon enough just from the way your walls tighten around him.

sometimes though, maybe after a long day or a tiring performance, mingi doesn’t have the energy to actually fuck you. but don’t worry — you’ll still get your fix and so will he. he’ll just order you on top of him — if he doesn’t just grab you and put you there himself — and make you ride him to completion. if you’re lucky, he’ll help you; iron grip on your hips or ass as he guides you up and down, groaning about how good you are. but being a free-use toy, he knows you don’t really need that — you’ll ride him until you can’t and then some just because he told you to, so if he wants to keep watching tv, or maybe work on a track if you’re in the studio, he’ll tell you to get on with it and ignore you until he finally finishes. maybe he’ll wrap a hand round your neck to encourage you along but that’s his prerogative.

after you’re done, mingi is the tenderest with aftercare — he knows it can be draining physically and mentally to be used and regarded as an object, so even though you love this and it was probably your idea in fact, he’s sure to take good care of you afterwards and in general. not the usual kind of immediate aftercare — he’s not giving you a bath and fussing over you the way he usually does; probably because you requested that, believing it would defeat the idea of free-use. but if he came in you he’ll be sure to wipe you down gently, using a wet cloth to wipe any cum that’s dripping down your legs, before gently pulling your panties and any clothes you might have been wearing back up and pulling you into a hug before walking away or, if you’d been riding him, letting you fall asleep on his lap. either way, the real ‘tenderness’ will be when you’re both snuggled up in bed at night — he’ll comb a hand through your hair, kissing your head as he tells you how lucky he is to have such a good, obedient toy.

two small side notes — i think mingi is definitely the type to, if you’re down, offer you up to his members when they’re particularly stressed. this would have started from your idea, of course, and he might have been hesitant at first but now he loves it; loves watching his baby get fucked and used by his cherished members and the reminder it gives to both him and you that you really are his toy, ready to be used at his command. and of course he’s watching the whole time, making sure they’re treating you the way his pretty slut deserves to be treated.

secondly, i think he’s another one who may enjoy a no-clothing-in-the-house rule, though he wouldn’t enforce it as strictly as, say, yunho would; he’s fine with you wearing clothes when you want but he loves it when you don’t — loves being able to watch as your ass and tits bounce while you walk around or do chores. maybe he’ll pull his dick out and get off just to the sight of it — and the knowledge that you’re such a good toy that you don’t even need to be touched to be used in this way.

for wooyoung, free-use is a game. not that he doesn’t take it seriously — he recognises the seriousness of it and the level of trust you put in him just by agreeing to it more than anyone. but wooyoung is the type of dom who likes to play, to toy with you. as i’ve mentioned before he loves acting like everything is all good fun, and he loves to laugh at you, if only to see the way you flush and hide your face in embarrassment. and free-use is a perfect way to achieve all this. and wooyoung, perhaps one of the most adventurous kink-wise, truly takes it to the extreme; within your own boundaries of course, he takes free-use very literally — you are free to be used anytime, anywhere, regardless of where you are or who you’re with.

the most common scenario is when you’re out; say at a restaurant with your friends or his. your phone will buzz and you only have to turn to see the look on wooyoung’s face to know who’s texted you. go to the bathroom, it says, and wait for me with your holes spread. seeing you stare open-mouthed at him he’ll tilt his head, feigning concern as he asks “everything alright, babe?” cursing him to hell, you’ll nod sweetly before excusing yourself. he’ll wait a moment to not seem suspicious before, a worried look on his face, excusing himself to follow you — “she seemed quite unwell, don’t you think? i’ll just go check on her” — and the others, none the wiser, will nod and tell him to take all the time he needs. i will, he’d think as he practically slipped away. little do they know, when he arrives in the bathroom to see you bent over, spreading your cheeks just as he’d ordered you, he quickly fucks your to completion before dragging you back out with a smile and a warning to not give it away. “she’s fine!” he’d beam, “just a bit of nausea. she’s ok now, aren’t you baby?”

of course, the free-use is much more open at home — you definitely don’t wear clothes in the house and though he won’t punish you if you do, he’ll look at you like you’re crazy, or unwell maybe, face scrunched in confusion and amusement as he asks “what is that you’re wearing, baby?” the reason he’s so against you wearing clothes is first of all so he can ogle at you, just like mingi — he likes to catcall you as you walk by, commenting on the way your tits are swinging or, if he feels a little nicer, just telling you how pretty and fuckable you look. he’s a big groper too — he’ll feel you up silently as he walks by, squeezing and lightly slapping your tits and ass, sometimes commenting on the marks or movements it results in and sometimes just moving on without a word. he also, predictably, likes vibrators — if you’re washing dishes or something he’ll sneak up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and you’ll think he’s pulling you into a hug until something cold starts to penetrate you. and you don’t have to wait long to figure out what it is; as soon as it’s in he’ll have it on at the highest setting (it’s probably one of the ones you can control with your phone). ever the gentleman, he’ll offer to help you with your chores since you’re a little distracted now, but you know he’s not asking to be helpful; he wants a front-row seat as you squirm, whine, maybe even come.

he’s quite mean when he’s using you as i’ve touched on — he takes the idea of you as an object or a toy very seriously, and treats and talks to you as such. if you’re not red in the face from what he’s doing to you, you certainly will be from the way he laughs at and degrades you. especially in the public plays mentioned previous; he loves to take advantage of the vulnerable, exposed position you’re in just a single locked door away from everyone else — “what if someone walked in right now and saw you like this, huh? bent over in a public bathroom just because i wanted to use you? gross, babe”.

yeah, he’s mean, but so sweet afterwards. he kind of wishes the others did know what you two did, in fact — solely because he wants to brag about how good you were; how well you took him. and when you get home he’s running a bath for you, insisting on washing you himself. such a sweet, occasionally sadistic boy.

jongho loves the sense of power free-use gives him. even if he’s quite vanilla — which he may well not be — power and ownership is something quite particular to him. it gets him off in a way nothing else can, knowing this beautiful, smart, perfect woman is his to own and actually wants to be used by him, wants to feel beneath him. a rush would be the way to describe it; it goes to his head and makes his heart race just to see you like that — asking his help or permission for small things etc.

where free-use comes into this is that it is a very real way for you to demonstrate his power over you; by being readily available, waiting to bend over or spread your legs at his command — a mere click of his fingers, perhaps — you show him you’re his to use, whenever he wants without exception. like most of your more extreme adventures kink-wise, you probably suggested it, and he hadn’t much idea what it was. but that’s okay — it meant you got to see the way his eyes glazed over, pants tightening a little as he swallowed thickly when you explained it to him. and seeing him so affected by the idea of using you whenever he wanted did something for you too, so it was hardly a surprise when, after considering your suggestion for a moment, he’d stood up, already unzipping his pants as he said “then bend over”. and from the thick and raspy undertone of his voice you knew that this wasn’t a request — it was the first of many orders you’d receive from him.

going back to the ‘clicking his fingers’ i mentioned earlier, i think he’s definitely ended up teaching you nonverbal commands, even conditioning you a bit; probably not even on purpose — when he ordered you to bend over or spread you legs, just to be ready for him to fuck you, he’d click his fingers as he said it; over time you’ve come to associate him clicking his fingers with that order and that’s all he needs to do to now. he just looks at you and clicks his fingers and you automatically get in position for him — maybe without even realising it. it’s just an automatic physical response now; you might not even know you do it in general but he definitely does, and he loves it. it’s a level of power over you he never expected to have but fuck it gets him off. anyway…

one last final note — he’s a manhandler. we knew that of course; jongho is the type of person who likes to use every weapon in his arsenal and being so buff (and proud of it (as he should be)) of course he’d use his strength in this. putting you in a different position, holding you in position, anything he has to do. it’d be especially useful because i think he can last quite a while, so you’d end up getting tired or overstimulated but of course, he decides when this ends, not you. so if you start squirming or thrashing a bit, he’ll just hold you down or headlock you and keep doing what he needs to be doing.

very good at aftercare though — any bruises you may have gotten from his roughness or from being held down will be taken excellent care of, and he never misses a chance to praise and reward you for being so good and letting him do whatever he wants to you.

thank you for reading! let me know your thoughts & who was your favourite! i’d love to see who you’d most like to try this with. please reblog & comment if you enjoyed, it’s a huge motivator for me. requests are OPEN! love🖤🖤🖤

Free use with San ;)

I'm sorry but free use with San ? Boi yes. And when you don't expect it, because else it's not funny >:)

Quick example. Free use means that you can be in the shower, trying to take a nice and warm shower landing your own business when suddenly he comes and fuck you dumb without a word, without asking, giving you the best orgasms ever until he has to hold you. But he's not done with you !! Oh, no, he HAS to hold your limp body and carry you, press your tits against the tiles as he lands a slap on your ass. Tight grip on your jaw, keeping your mouth open so he can put his fingers in.

Free use means that you are in the kitchen washing the dishes when San comes and bend you over the counter, gripping you by the hair while thrusting into you, hitting it from the back, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the room. Free use because that boy is needy so even tho he acts like a bad guy, he would definitely whimper moan and curse in a high pitch tone, voice trailing off as he's saying nonsense because he's pussy drunk.

Free use with San would imply fucking in the bathroom of an ice cream shop. Don't ask me why '-' Dude would bring you to the bathroom and lower your short or pants or simply push your panties aside as he's shoving his fat dick in your warm and welcoming hole without prep. He's careful tho and watch for any reaction, ready to put a stop to everything if you're hurt or really uncomfortable. But if you're not, he does not care if anyone hears anything, you're so pliant and nice to him, that's the only thing that matters. He would nip on your earlobe and muffle his moans in your neck, his grip so tight that when you would check hours after you would see bruises all over your thighs. A lot of ass and tits groping. Someone's waiting outside ? He's not done with you. You offered your body to him so easily, he can't let go of it anymore. He wold definitely cum inside and asks you to keep it until you come back home. Loves seeing you squirm and squeeze your legs when you're walking in the mall, it makes him feel powerful ;)

Free use when he's watching a show in the living room and you're laying in bed and he suddenly thinks that he wants need your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. Getting up and coming straight to your room without even turning off the tv, taking off your clothes while you're looking at him, clueless, when he suddenly lowers his pants and ask you while breathing heavily to open that pretty mouth of yours and suck the life outta him. You don't complain because he's your boy and you just wanna please him. It doesn't matter if you were in the middle of an online course, you can turn the camera and mic off and put your hands around his length, stroke it and lick it like it's your favorite popsicle >< Free use means that he doesn't ask you if he can push you on your back and put his dick between your breast, watching in awe as your saliva spread on his dick allows him to thrust rapidly enough, but not too much so you can still lick the tip of cock every time he's going upward. Messy and sloppy titty-fuck, coming on your tongue as you stuck it out, and then deepthroating to cure his depression <3 He cleans you up and hug you before going back to his drama in the living room.

"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.

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[7:30 am] - Choi San

Warnings: morning sex, riding, reader takes on a more dominant role, San has a big dick, reader gets called baby and sweetheart, San gets “used” for the reader's pleasure and he likes it.

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A/N: in my San feels, going feral over the video of him dancing with his shirt off, this very self indulgent little fic was born.

18+ Only. Minors DNI

“Shhh, we might wake up Mingi or Seonghwa.”

“Fuck them,” San laughed softly, continuing to press soft ticklish kisses to your neck and cheeks. “Who cares if we wake them up?”

“You do,” you giggled, gasping as San's morning wood pressed into your thigh. “Because you don't want to get scolded.”

“I'd get scolded if it was for you,” he mumbled into your neck, grinding his erection into your thigh.

“That's sweet Sannie,” you hummed softly, sliding your hands into his hair and tugging gently, making the man hovering above you moan.

“That's me,” your boyfriend hummed, kissing your cheek as he flipped the both of you over so you were sat atop him. “Your sweet, sexy boyfriend.”

“Now I didn't say sexy,” you giggled at San's scoff, rolling your hips on top of his. His eyelids fluttered and he gripped your hips tightly.

“Oh? So you're grinding up on me because you think I'm not sexy?”

“I didn't say that either,” you smiled, pulling your sleep shirt, which was actually just one of San's shirts, over your head, shivering as the cool morning air hit your bare skin. San grinned, letting his hands smooth up the sides of your torso and up to your breasts, thumbing your pebbled nipples.

“But, for the record,” you sighed dreamily as San gently flicked your nipple. “I think you're very sexy.”

“Yeah? So what're you going to do about it?”

San raised a challenging eyebrow, one hand sliding down your body and into your sleep shorts to swipe his fingers through your wet folds.

“I…” you rolled your hips into his hand, sliding your own up San's defined abs, fingers dipping into the valleys between each one. “Am going to ride your big, fat, sexy cock. If you'll let me, of course?”

“If I'll let you?” San repeated back to you, a laugh in his voice as he circled your clit with his fingers. “Baby,” he drawled, “I'll let you do whatever you want to me.”

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San thought you looked ethereal like this. Early morning sunlight cascading in through his bedroom window to paint your skin with a warm glow. Your hands were planted on his chest, thumbs caressing his nipples as you bounced on top of him, soft, sweet moans falling from your lips.

“Fuck Sannie,” you sighed, clenching around San's cock as you sat yourself fully on top of him. You threw your head back, eyelids fluttering closed and lip tucked between your teeth. “So fucking good.”

“Yeah?” San grinned, rolling his hips up into you.

“Yeah…” you sighed out again before resuming your slow grinds on top of him. You smoothed your hands down San's torso and then up your own, tweaking your own nipples, making yourself whimper out in pleasure. San groaned watching you, smoothing his own hands over your thighs, squeezing the flesh gently. He could watch you forever when you were like this, so full of pleasure, bathed in sunlight and using his cock, using him to make you feel good.

“Fuck that's it sweetheart,” he moaned, pressing his thumbs hard into your thighs. “Ride me…use me.”

You raised an eyebrow as the words slipped from San's mouth, the man below you having the decency to look shocked at himself. He shivered as a small smirk made its way onto your face. You threw your head back with a soft laugh before looking at your now blushing boyfriend. You planted your hands back on his chest. “That…is so fucking hot Sannie. You want me to use you? Use you for my pleasure?”

“God yes…baby please.”

You laughed again, leaning down to capture San's lips in a filthy kiss. He whimpered into your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours. He whined again when you pulled away, blinking up at you with hooded eyes. You smirked down at him again, biting your lip. “Well then,” your voice had taken on a tone which made San shiver. “Your wish is my command.”

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