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What do you think San would be like as a Dom if y/n was really shy, even though she's not normally like that..

SAN IS A DOM EVEN IF HE SHOWS HIS DIMPLES AND SOFT SILLY SIDE...HE IS A EVIL...A LIVING SATAN

okay so thinking in the way like she is his perfect girlfriend and they both always click in a right way. both are free to point out every goods and flaws in your relationship. she is really not the type of a people pleaser and acts not always soft and shy. a fun loving and carefree and San loves her company a lot. a perfect one whom he introduced to his family and wants to keep to himself forever.

A treasured one.

but when the topic of having dom/sub dynamic rose up between the conversation. you are suddenly flustered and stuttering. licking your lips continuously and avoiding his eye contact. its definitely gets noticed by him. you are a sub and this clicks to his mind. a smirk appears on his face. manhandling is his first key to start it. he will make you sit on his lap.

you are all shy and looking away. his hands gripping your jaw and making you still.

"what happened? dont you trust me?"

you would assure him that you trust him the most and as his ego is boosted. you are under him and his dark piercing eyes hungrily watching you from above you. he would prep you with his fingers. he would consult the things you are comfortable with and once he got the handful of your list. good luck! he is taking you to hell of a ride.

he is a monster when he fucks you. but will assure your comfort every time. he will DEFINITELY overstimulate you. watch you break down and falling apart under him. all because of him. a smirk plastered on his face since beginning to the last. he likes to have some kinks and roleplays with you and if you agrees then you should just have to be alive till the end. of course he wont hurt you. but having you in his way. IN FUCKING HIS WAY. he is definitely uncontrollable.

Imagine his soft words just contrast to his action.

"I love you so much. You look pretty when you are shy. good girl. you are doing so well for me."

he is thrusting inside you at a monstrous speed and praising you at the same time with moans and soft words. not always soft but he likes to use some filthy words too if it makes you turn on. him admiring your teary eyes and fucked up state with you squirming under him. exactly what he wants.

he is in charge of control.

If you are horny and he gets a hint for it. your night appointment will be with him and next morning, your appointment will be with a doctor for painkillers and hipjoint.

I AM MARRIED TO SAN. REAL. BUT HE KEEPS ME IN HIS BASEMENT BECAUSE I WRITE FANFICS.

@mymoodwriting @icchyi @jwnghyuns @piratequeen-queenofgames @hwanring @aceofspadesbiofalltrades @acescavern

Starring Role (C. S, S.MG)

Summary: 

We’ve all read about the infamous player who falls in love with the good girl that manages to make him change his ways…but what happens to the other girl? The pretty, popular one that has warmed his bed before the good girl came along and took him away.

Well, no one cares about her. After all, she’s just a side character.

It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.

Pairing: y/n x choi san; y/n x song mingi

Status: IN PROGRESS.

Taglist: if u’d like to be added just msg me <3

MY MAIN MASTERLIST!

INDEX:

act zero: [THE INTRO]

act one: [you don’t love me, big fuckin’ deal]

act two: [just another dressed up heartbreak]

act three: [he’ll take your heart and you must pay the price]

act four: [i can never say sorry ‘cause i won’t take the blame]

act five: [you make me feel like i’m losin’ my virginity, the first time every time that you’re touching me]

act six: [getting a little sidetracked, catching little feelings, thought we had arangements]

act seven: [only fools stick around when the love is gone]

act eight: [can’t call it a problem if i never let a play drop]

act nine: [in my dreams you love me back]

act ten: [ the truth is, all you do is leave me emotional bruises]

act eleven: [FINAL]

bonus: san’s e-mails

Hear me out… san tied up completely helpless 🤭🤭 make that hard dom submit 🤭🤭

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, overstimulation, viberator *not proofread, just pure horny

[i'm simply insane]

He’s trying so desperately to hold onto his authority but the way your pretty cunt wraps around his cock is making it hard.

San can’t do anything but sit helplessly against the headboard of your shared bed. His chest is heaving with every breath and his abdomen tenses every time you clench around him. “Baby, untie-!” There’s a pathetic growl laced in his voice.

You don’t do anything but pout at him, pressing the vibrator harder against your throbbing clit. San can feel the residual waves of the vibration accompanied by the sweet heat of your cunt squeezing around him. His eye flits between your dripping cunt and your face as it contorts in pure bliss.

San bucks his hips harshly, nearly whining when you pull off of him. His authority is wavering but he’s willing to forgo it if it means that he can get your sweet cunt back on him. You stare at San with a sinister smile, moving to sit on his thighs. You brought the vibrator back down, pressing it right against his leaking cock head.

San whimpered pathetically, rocking his hips against the small toy. You pressed the toys button twice, laughing at how San almost lurches off the bed. It was only fair to tease his sweet spots just like he does with you. The small toy was making his entire body throb with need, a pitiful cry leaking off his tongue.

Not even a full minute after you heightened the toy's settings and San lost control of himself. He squirmed under you as he came all over your hands. You continued to hold the toy there, grinning down at him as he caught onto your ploy. As you circled the toy around his tip, San let his authority slip away; letting himself drown in the pleasure you so graciously provided to him. He babbles nonsense, hiccuping with the increase of pleasure ringing in his ears.

“Fuck, baby please-” His hands tug at his restraints, rocking his hips uselessly against your hands. You hummed softly, pressing the head of the toy against his tip. You stroked him languidly, picking up the pace bit by bit. San thrashed, his hips jerking wildly. His vision went white as he closed his eyes, coating your hands in another layer of white.

Paring: San x Fem!Reader

Genre: Pure smut. No plot whatsoever. There is a sprinkling of fluff if you squint?

wc: 4,825

Synopsis: Your boyfriend invites you to the fancy dress party his frat are holding to celebrate the frats birthday. Only, nobody will tell you what he's dressed as. When you spend half of the party searching for him, Jongho gives away his location.. you're in for a night of fun. One question though, Do you like scary movies?

warnings: smut, smut,smut. Ghostface!San, Velma!reader. Rough sex, unprotected sex, Knife play ( WITHOUT cutting reader. The knife isn't sharp enough for skin), praise, degradation, manhandling, sex in a treehouse, reader's hands get tied, Reader has her view restricted, everything is consented, established relationship, light choking from behind?, reader gets carpet burn. I'm not sure if I've missed something.

note: Hey! it's been a long while. oops. anyway. here, enjoy this badly written San fic! please remember that this is all fiction

You didn't know what you were thinking. For starters, your costume was tight and short. You were sure the Velma outfit looked different online, instead, the material was like a tight second skin that stretched across your chest and the skirt was much shorter than the picture. You were surely careful not to bend or move too much. Your long orange socks weren't meant to be thigh-highs at all. Overall, you'd come to the conclusion that the outfit was more on the verge of a more adult theme that would pass for a party.

You still looked good. In fact, your legs looked amazing in the platform heels Mingi's girlfriend persuaded you into. She claimed that if you'd already gone this far, you may as well go all out. What sold you on the whole outfit was her mentioning that San would go insane and you'd had a knack for winding each other up lately.

So, here you were, at the KQ Frat like every other Friday night. Only this time, it was a special party. The KQ Frat as a whole was turning 5 and they'd let their dearest Song Mingi choose the theme. Okay, maybe he was put on the spot and said 'uhhhm' a lot when he was asked but he eventually stumbled out with the theme of fancy dress.

You pushed the fake glasses up your nose, swearing to yourself at the realization that you could have used your own glasses for this instead of messing around for half an hour trying to put contacts in with shaky hands. You opted to just take them off all together, setting them down on a ledge in the hall. If you had your way, you'd be at home.

Honestly, since you moved in with San things have been a lot better for you both, other than his inability to do the laundry. However, tonight you'd gotten ready at a friend's house and with him being so secretive with his costume, you hadn't a clue what to look for.

The first person you came across was your boyfriend's best friend, Wooyoung. You stifled a laugh, raising your eyebrow at him. “A vampire?” Your fingers ruffled his black and red cape, the material cheap and wrinkled. Wooyoung only rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“It was rushed! San took my costume idea!” He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. Woo’s words came out in a slight lisp, the terrible plastic fangs moving around in his mouth so much that he just ripped them out.

What he said piqued your interest though, an overly friendly smile plastering on your face. “And..what were you going to be, Wooyoungie?” The raised eyebrow look the man gave you had you almost ashamed that you were trying to butter him up to tell you San’s costume. A girl had to do what a girl had to do.

“Don’t ‘Wooyoungie’ me!” His voice raised a pitch as he mocked you, his eyelids rapidly moving to fan his lashes in an imitation of you. “I’m not stupid, ____. San would never let me live it down if I ruined the surprise.”

That was true, Woo was already the brunt of most of the group's jokes. Though lately they’d dwindled down in public. Anything to help save a crumb of his image in attempts to woo the library girl. You rolled your eyes and lightly whacked his arm, pushing past him with a grumbled goodbye.

The next familiar face you came across nearly took you off your feet, if only it weren't for the person behind you steadying your form. Spiderman and..Chucky? Something about the spiderman felt familiar and as your eyes lit up with hope… they soon dullened when the voice spoke. Yunho. Not San.

“Woah, careful there.” He patted the top of your head in a friendly gesture. Yunho was the most big brother friend you’d ever met and he was the one you went to for comfort whenever you and San fought. He offered the best advice sometimes. It wasn't surprising.

“I’m sorry, ____.” Chucky spoke, adjusting his cap. Except it wasn't Chucky really, it was just Hongjoong, shooting you an apologetic grin. “Have you seen my girl? She’s dressed as the bride of Chucky.” The obvious reveal that he succumbed to the couple's costume agenda had a light blush blossoming the tips of his ears.

You shook your head, an apologetic smile tugging at your lips. "Sorry, Joong. Have you seen San?" His reply was the same as yours.

So, you kept moving, pushing through the sweaty bodies grinding together in time with the heavy thudding of music. Eventually, you managed to push through to the kitchen. Huffing out a breath, you leant against the counter. Where was San? There were so many people here, it was more packed than last year especially with the frat's growing reputation. You glanced around the space from the doorway of the kitchen once more, spotting Yeosang, dressed as Link from the zelda games, talking very animatedly with Seonghwa, who you weren't sure of his character but he looked striking in a white ruffled blouse and half corset. You suspected he was some kind of vampire, judging by the vibe.

“You’re looking for San, I take it.” A casual voice piped up from behind you, startling you to whirl around. There stood Jongho, his face half covered by a cut off white mask. He wore a suit, without the jacket. Instead, a long cape with hand painted gold swirls on the inside. He had obviously done it himself. It was certainly the best effort of Phantom of The Opera you'd seen.

“You know where he is?” Desperation laced your tone, you just wanted to see your boyfriend at this point. San had been teasing you all day over text, telling you that you’d love his outfit. That you would go crazy. He told you that he chose it with you in mind.

Jongho gave a nonchalant shrug,his eyes looking toward the back patio door. “Maybe, try looking out there.” Your shoulders relaxed, a grin overtaking your painted lips. You were about to set off in that direction when he held up a gloved hand. “You didn’t hear it from me, ____. Okay?”

With an endearing eye roll, you brought your fingers across your mouth in a zipping motion that earned you an approving nod. Now, you set off outside carefully, being mindful of the shoes you were wearing. They were practically stilts to you. Your fingers held down the ends of your skirt, worried it might blow up in the breeze. Even though ninety percent of the party goers were indoors out of the cold. Speaking of cold, goosebumps rose against your exposed skin as you squinted through the darkness.

“San?” You called, rounding the pool to the concrete slabs that paved the way to the tree at the bottom of the yard. “Sannie?”

You hated it down here. The frat house was a huge place. You often wondered how on earth the guys managed to score it. But with eighteen people living there, it was much needed. The thing was, with the big house came the big garden. The bottom of the garden, whilst still kept mowed, was mostly unused. Save for a few sheds.. But it was creepy and always sent a chill up your spine. Though that could be the cemetery on the other side of the fence. All in all, with the massive house the guys were sure was haunted and the cemetery backing onto the place.. It was just spooky all around.

You stood for a moment, a shiver running down your spine as a whisper of wind rushed by your ear. “San, come on.. this isn’t funny..” Silence. “I’m cold..” A rustle sounded to your left, your head snapping in that direction.

You began to tentatively approach, trying to make sure your heels don’t sink into the grass. You bit back a scream at the sudden animal sprinting out from behind the shrubbery, your palm pressed against your heart as it pounded in your chest. Your breath left you as a sharp exhale of relief. You chuckled at yourself, shaking your head as you turned.. Though you didn’t get far.

You turned straight into a broad, hard chest. A small scream left you, the masked man's hands reaching out to grip your hips. The figure was wearing a ghostface mask, something sheathed in his belt glinting in the moonlight. Although, the familiarity in the way his strong hand splayed on your body as he held you, you knew it was him.

San’s Ghostface robe was open, revealing his black jeans and a shirt that stretched across his torso. Your eyes once more caught the glint at his waist. “A real knife? San, are you craz-” He said nothing, only span you around with your back to his chest. One of his hands drifted up your body to cover your mouth, it was then that you noticed the leather gloves as you felt them against your skin.

“You look like a treat, ____.” He hushed in your ear, the plastic of his mask bumping against the side of your face with how close his head was to you. “Now, Velma, you think you can climb that ladder?” he pointed a gloved hand to the tree, the stepped ladder made up of wooden slats fixed together. At least it was sturdy.

You nodded mutedly against his hand, resisting the urge to turn to face him when he let you go completely with a part pat to your behind. “Good girl.” His voice was smooth to the ear, “Off you go.” With a nudge to the small of your back, he urged you on.

It was a slight struggle to climb the ladder with the way you were dressed, but San was close behind you. When you made it to the doorway of the treehouse, you waited for him as you stood on the ladder. San slotted his feet either side of yours on the same ladder rung, his body caging you against it as he produced the keys for the door. The tree house was in regular use by the frat, mostly so the house didn’t smell of weed whenever the landlord decided to randomly drop by for house inspections.

The treehouse itself was very sturdily built, with an old bedroom door that was previously Mingi’s and the hole in the middle fixed over with planks of wood screwed in place. The floor was covered in carpet that used to be in Hongjoong’s room. A few beanbags dotted around the place and for lighting there were battery operated fairy lights strung around the square perimeter. It was a cute little hangout that San had quite literally banished everybody from for tonight.

With the door now open, you were about to climb in when San’s hands landed on your waist again. His strong grip practically hauled you up and into the treehouse. With a noise of surprise, you landed on your stomach, scrambling up on your hands and knees to crawl to one of the beanbags. The door shut behind you, you noted San didn’t bother to lock it.

San was silent. You almost wondered if he even came here with you but when his leather clad fingers curled around your ankle and a low chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat. “Where are you going, Baby?” His voice was a mocking coo as he pulled you toward him, your body dragging across the carpet causing your skirt to drift up to your waist. “Didn’t you miss me?” His voice sounded close to your ear again now and you felt his presence close to your back but he wasn’t actually touching you.

“Sa-” He interrupted you, his voice completely dropping his act to murmur to you softly. “Do you trust me?” He stayed poised above you, his body weight on his arms so he’s not touching you.

You twisted underneath him, rolling onto your back to stare up at him. Although, you only saw his mask. Your hands reached out, fingers delicately lifting his mask up for you to see his eyes. His lips quirked at the corners when you cupped his cheeks. “I trust you with my life, Sannie.” You arched your neck up your lips pressing the lightest of kisses to his jaw. “You’re doing good. We spoke about this, remember?” Your thumbs grazed small circles on the apples of his cheeks, San’s brown eyes closing as he leaned into your touch.

It was true. You both had spoken about this forever ago, You’d established the limits and words to use if either of you were uncomfortable. The only thing you both hadn’t settled on was when. You both agreed to keep that a surprise and to San, today was perfect. So, with a sure nod, he lightly battered your hands away from his face to pull the mask back down and sink back into character.

You instead began to let your hands wander over his back, the muscles prominent from holding himself up. When they drifted down to his behind, the intent to give him a playful squeeze, your hands froze. San grinned behind the mask, seeing your eyes light up in surprise. He could see the excitement swimming in them and he knew you’d just encountered the feel of the rope tucked into his back pocket beneath the robe. Perfect opportunity. Your boyfriend rose himself to his knees, his right hand disappearing beneath the black material to pull the soft rope from his pocket. It wasn’t too heavy duty. Actually… it was just the craft string that was tied around his christmas present from you.

San was quick and efficient with the way he pinned your hands to the carpet above your head. He paused, his eyes darting around to search for something to fix them to. His gaze landed on the small table next to one of the beanbags, a grin overtaking his features behind the mask once more. Instead of dragging your body across the carpet again, San pulled the table closer threading the twine string around the leg before fastening both of your wrists against it.

You watched him obediently, pretending to struggle at least a little bit. It added to the excitement after all. San let his eyes properly travel over your body and your outfit in the soft glow of the fairy lights. You couldn’t see his facial reactions but it excited you all the more. The adrenaline of the situation had you panting in anticipation. You felt his fingers brush over your ankle once more, ghosting up, up, up… his hand now cupping over your thigh, leathered index finger brushing the edge of your panties. He was taking his sweet time but his other hand was hovering over the handle of the knife at his waistband. Not yet.

The first thing to go was your tight orange shirt. It was roughly pulled over your head just to expose your torso. With your hands tied there was no way to fully remove it but San liked the way it restricted your arms above your head even further.

“Hm,” he made a sound in the back of his throat. “I think we’ll keep this, what do you think?” Even though he had asked you.. his tone suggested there was no room for negotiation, his fingers tugging at the hem of your skirt just once.

You felt him push the material higher to pool at your waist once more. San’s touch was feather light, teasing as he circled it around your navel and down to your waistline. Now was when his free hand curled around the handle of the knife in his belt. Your breathing hitched, body completely still as you felt the cold metal against your collarbone. Your eyes were staring at the ceiling, lips parted. A sound caught in your throat as he dragged it down your body, you could feel that the blade was dull and not sharp enough to actually cut your skin… it was either that or San was pressing very lightly.

“Shh,” He hushed, letting the point of the blade drag across your hardened nipple over the sheer fabric of your bra. “I’ve got you, now.” The point broke through the fabric, San lifting it away from you to slice your bra cup straight through the middle.

His face appeared in your vision and you could only imagine him looking absolutely elated with how glassy your eyes looked. He tutted, “You’ve seen enough, I think.” He set the knife on your sternum as he pulled your shirt down your arms enough to cover the top half of your head, blanking out your vision.

Your body squirmed between his thighs, small sounds of struggle leaving your parted lips. “San, I wanna see you.” You whined, wrists twisting in their binds before you'd remembered they were currently immobile.

“Keep still.” San warned, his tone was far from the soft and loving boyfriend you usually encountered. San was rarely dominant in bed with you, he preferred to lovingly worship your body and praise you with sweet nothings.

This was pleasantly different. His touch was firmer, his grip harsher and his demands had arousal shooting straight through your body. Like the good girlfriend you were, you stilled. San lifted the Ghostface mask up to uncover his mouth, not that you could even see.

Your body flinched in surprise when you felt cool air blow across your exposed nipple. San could only nod to himself in satisfaction. He loved the reactions he could draw from your body without even touching you. He lowered his mouth further, plush lips enveloping the peaked flesh into his warm mouth.

Your hands clenched into fists, longing to dive themselves into his hair. You were totally restricted, completely at San's mercy. The thought alone had a soft moan drifting into the silence. You felt his touch leave you again, the knife's weight leaving your sternum. You felt the material of your bra pull away from you in the middle, the sound of tearing fabric mixing with your breathing.

Your bra was now loose, the cups falling completely to the sides to expose you further. “Hey.” You protested weakly. That bra was expensive.

San could only laugh softly as he dropped a kiss between your breasts. “She finally talks.” He drawled, the feeling of the cold blade starting back at your collarbone once more.

The sharpness of the thin coldness trailed down your middle, a circle made around your belly button before it lifted from your exposed skin only briefly. You felt it again on your waistline, right where your panties sat. San made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat, flattening the blade to firmly tap it against your clothed center.

The feeling had you mewling beneath him, struggling to stay still. The panties were the next thing to go, San pulling the torn fabric from under you after he had successfully cut it away from your body only to drop the arousal coated garment on your chest.

“Please..” Your beg came as a desperate cry, you needed some sort of relief. The wait was killing you.

You were rewarded with San shushing you yet again. “If you're looking for any mercy here, ____, you're out of luck.”

San's left hand pinned your hips down, his other manning the knife. The knife where he had used the flat of the blade to press it to your, now bare, core. You knew you were wet, you could feel it. Hell, you could hear it when the metal was tapped against you again. Your moan raised a pitch, the hand holding your hips moving and allowing your hips to rock dangerously against the flat of the knife.

“I wish you could see yourself, baby.” San's voice deepened, sounding huskier as he watched you. “My girl. So needy to get off, you're rubbing yourself on a kitchen knife.” He tutted. “Pathetic, don't you think?”

You could think of a single coherent thought. Gasps drawing from you as all you could do was nod and cry out when the surface your hips were working against was removed.

You were sure you would remember this night forever… The thrill rushing through your veins. You thought San had gotten up. You thought he left you there for a moment until his fingers dug into your cheeks, palm holding your jaw tight. He squeezed, forcing your mouth to open. “Tongue.”

It was a one word demand and yet you knew the instruction, your mouth opening wide to poke out your flattened tongue. San's harsh breathing was heard as he very carefully let the knife rest on the pink muscle. More specifically, the side he coated with yourself. You whined once more.

“Clean it.” San encouraged, watching with interest as you followed his every command and collected your own taste. He was so hard it was painful but he wanted to drag this night out… He thought his decision over, curious, lust blown eyes taking in the sight of you.

You, with your skirt bunched at your waist. You, with your orange thigh high socks, your ridiculous shoes, your arms trussed up above your head, your shirt covering half of your face, your ruined bra exposing your chest, your chest where your ripped panties lie. You, with your trust in him to carry out such fantasies. San was done waiting. He wanted you and he wanted you now.

The loud clang of an object being thrown away was harsh to your ears, the object thudding against the carpet. San had thrown the knife far away from you both, his fingers frantically fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper. “I'm done fucking waiting.” He panted sharply, shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to let his cock free.

You wished you could see him, you wished you could see how red the swollen tip of his cock was. You wished you could watch the thick vein along his shaft throb before your eyes… the bead of precum smeared across the head. The image had a zing of pleasure pulsing through your clit.

“San, please.” You begged, “Please. I've been good, right?” You hadn't a clue what you were babbling. Your words tumbling out of your mouth quickly before your brain could filter.

San groaned, “Yes, Baby.” You felt him brush against your entrance. “You have.” In one sharp snap forward of his hips, San sheathed himself into your warm, wet pussy. “F-Fuck..” His grip was back on your body again, maneuvering your legs back by your thighs as he gave you time to adjust to the sheer stretch his cock gave you.

San's big palms spread over the backs of your thighs, opting to just gather your ankles in one hand to push your legs back against your torso. You felt the burn of your thigh muscles at your body being bent this way but your main focus was still trying to relax your tight grip around his cock.

“Relax for me.” San murmured, his free hand settling on your pubic area.. you wondered what the purpose of the hand placement was until his leather gloved thumb made contact with your clit.

San stayed perfectly still as his thumb moved in slow circles, your body eventually relaxing to the pleasure coursing through you. Your chest rose and fell harshly the faster his thumb moved. San watched you through the mask intently, how your facial features slackened. Small moans of his name bounced off the wooden walls of the treehouse, the fairy lights casting a beautiful glow across your skin that San could look at forever.

San knew you were getting close, he knew your body. He knew that when your teeth sunk into your bottom lip it meant you were on the edge of an orgasm and for a moment he felt bad to rip your peak right away from you by stopping his thumb.

“No, no! San, that's not fair!” Your eyes fluttered harshly to adjust as he lifted the shirt from your eyes. Your legs were let go, dropping each side of his body.

San's fingers skillfully untied the knots of your binds, rubbing at the marks on your wrists for a mere moment. He pulled completely from you, your expression frowning in confusion.

“What are yo–” You were roughly rolled onto your stomach, your body manhandled so you were on your knees and your naked torso was flush to the carpet. “Fuck!” Your curse abruptly escaped you as he entered you once more without warning, San's pelvis flush to your behind.

Your fingers grip on the carpet was torn away when San gathered your arms behind your back, wrists tethered together once more with the twine. “Stay fucking still.” He grunted, a harsh swat of his hand smacking your ass cheek eliciting a long moan from you.

He gave another swat to the other cheek. Matching red hand prints on display. Punishment for trying to lift your head. It didn't matter anymore, San fixed that problem by keeping a hand closed around the back of your neck, the side of your face roughly rubbing against the carpet with each hard thrust of his hips.

San fucked you like a man possessed, not a single break between thrusts. His belt jingled with his rapid movements. “See what you get when you do as you're told for once, hmm?” His voice was broken with his own noises of pleasure.

You weren't much better, your mouth permanently open with screams of his name and the word ‘yes’ repeating on loop. Your brain felt hazy, pleasantly so. You weren't even aware of your volume or even the patch of drool soaking the floor under your mouth. San had never fucked you like this before.

“You're so fucked out you haven't even noticed you're being fucked raw.” The pressure on your neck increased, a garbled noise from you being muffled by the floor.

You barely registered San's free hand fumbling around for something until the light of his phone screen was shoved in front of your face. The camera app. The idea had your thighs trembling. Your face had a far away look to it, one you hardly recognised as yourself. You watched pliantly as San propped the device against the table leg that your hands were previously tied to before hitting the capture a few times.

San could feel you shaking against him, his hips stuttering a moment when you clenched around him. The arm that wasn't holding you down snaked around you, his fingers finding your clit to rub fast, tight circles.

He'd never heard you scream so loud when the orgasm wracked through your body. Toes curling in your heels, nails digging into your palms. The feeling slammed into you abruptly, rippling through your pussy. Anyone outside would think you were being murdered.

San tore the mask off his face, his head tipping back on a long guttural moan. You knew he'd just come inside you, you'd know what that sound meant anywhere. Even if you didn't feel the slow softening of his cock, or the excess come smear on your skin as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

The both of you were panting harshly. San gently patted your waist, letting go of your neck to work on untying your wrists again. “Wow.” You huffed, arms falling limply to the floor with exhaustion. The cool breeze felt nice against your heated, sweat sheened skin.

He hummed in light agreement, his palms coasting up and down your back and sides for a moment before he withdrew from you. San was quick to reach up to the small table for the box of tissues he had brought up here when he prepared the treehouse that morning.

Your boyfriend always prided himself with being gentle with your aftercare. San made sure to clean your abused pussy as best he could in that moment before he gathered your limp body in his arms. “My limbs don't work.” You mumbled, your head resting on his shoulder as San brought you both to one of the big bean bags. His touch was the most gentle it had been all evening, palms trying to rub some warmth and life back into your body.

“Mmh, That was definitely something..” San agreed, draping a blanket over you both.

The two of you sat there in the blissful afterglow for a while. Bodies tangled together, your head against San's shoulder and your fingers playing with the hair at the back of his neck and San's own hands lovingly rubbing over your body to soothe you.

After a few minutes, your fingers stopped and San was sure you'd fallen asleep until–

“I have carpet burn on my cheek.”

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𝔹𝕒𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕪 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕠

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᵇᵃᵈ ᵇᵒʸ! ˢᵃⁿ ˣ ᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵃʳʸ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗ! ᶠᵉᵐ ʸⁿ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ʰⁱᵍʰ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᵃᵘ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ° ˡᵒᵛᵉʳˢ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 1.8ᵏ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵉᵒⁿᵍʰʷᵃ! ʸᵘⁿʰᵒ! ˢᵃⁿ! ᵇᵃᵈ ᵇᵒʸˢ, ᵇⁱᵗ ᵗᵒˣⁱᶜ, ᵗᵒʸⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ, ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵘˡˡʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ.

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʸᵘⁿʰᵒ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵇᵒʸ ᵗʳⁱᵒ, ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃʳᵐ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ, ⁱᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᵖᵘᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ, ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ˡᵃⁱᵈ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉˡˡ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃˡˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ.

ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ: ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ʳᵘˢʰᵉᵈ, ⁱ'ˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵈⁱᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ.

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

You had a reputation.

Not a good one, but not a bad one.

You were a good student, decently popular, and got along with people.

However, some people stayed away from you.

Because your brother… Yunho.

Just had to be a part of the school's bad boy trio.

As you walked down the hall you felt the eyes stare at you… watch your every move, as people in the crowded hallways stepped aside and went silent as you walked to your locker.

You never said you hated the respect they showed for you, what you disliked was the fear they felt upon seeing you.

You opened your locker and started picking your things for your next class, before seeing a hand slam against the locker next to yours, scared from the loud noise you looked over and saw your best friend.

"Your brother skipped class again."

"Again?"

"Yep, think they probably went to the rooftop to get some fresh air."

"Haha, I'm not surprised. They always do that."

"Yeah."

You shut your locker and picked up your books.

"Thinking of it, why aren't you with your brother's influence?"

"My brother's not a bad person, but I felt like that entire bad kid thing wasn't for me. I don't want people to fear me, but guess even so people still do."

"Well, they're bad boys not bullies."

Your classroom went silent as you walked in, people stared at you and started whispering. You surely felt awkward but you didn't think much of it.

You knew what they said about you either way.

Class started but you quickly got bored. You were above average on intelligence and felt like you wanted to step out for a second, you couldn't focus and felt like going somewhere else to chill for a sec might help you.

So you got up and went to the bathroom.

"Hey."

Turning around you came face to face with a guy, definitely older then you, looking like a junior or senior. He was tall, and looked quite intimidating.

"Can I help you?"

"Where is Jeong?"

Immediately you became annoyed, seeming like the only reason you even exist is because of your brother.

"I don't know, look for him yourself."

Before you could turn around you felt a hand slap past your cheek, it was painful, but you gathered courage to look up at him in anger.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I knew it, you're just as crazy as your brother.*

"Watch your damn mouth."

You hissed, putting your hands down and off of your burning cheek.

"Hey you bastard, who gave you permission to hit my younger sister?"

"Until you finally show up."

You looked over at your brother, as he stood a few inches away from the mysterious person who had searched for him.

"I guess hurting your sister is what summons you, maybe I should do it more often."

Yunho's eyes filled with rage.

"Say it again I dare you."

"What if I put it to the test instead?"

Before you could douge it, he threw you onto the ground with yet another slap, but this time.. you felt two arms wrap around you. You heard two muffled voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying.

Until afterwards… when you heard the two sentences be said repeatedly:

"Are you okay?"

And…

"Yunho stop!"

Your eyes immediately shifted on the disaster in front of you, seeing Yunho landing punches on the unknown guy, Seonghwa running towards your brother, you and whoever was behind you also ran over to assist.

Although you managed to control him, you noticed Seonghwa still had to hold the other guy.

"Yn! Are you okay?"

You snapped out of the shock and looked behind you.

"Oh… yeah! I'm fine…"

You stared at the unknown friend of your brother, you had never seen him before… especially not with Yunho.

"Umm… what's your name?"

"Oh me? I'm San."

"San huh.. I've never seen you."

"I've always been here."

He reached out for his pocket and took out a candy, unwrapping it and placing it in his mouth.

"Yn, how long has this guy been harassing you?"

You barely focused on Seonghwa's question, as you were to busy focusing on this new friend called San.

Short black hair, small eyes, perfect cheek bones.

When you thought about it, he was technically perfect in your eyes, he was your ideal type.

"Yn?"

You focused back on Seonghwa and nodded

"Yeah…"

"Yeah?"

"What did you ask again..?"

Seonghwa looked confused, it wasn't typical for you to not pay attention, he's known you for as long as he's known Yunho, it was abnormal.

***

"Yn."

You heard your brother call your name from the kitchen, you got up and walked over.

"How long has he been acting like that?"

"Who? The guy yesterday?"

"Yeah."

"Yesterday was the first time he ever came to me."

Yunho looked at the bandage that covered your cheek, which had turned red from the hard hits.

"Yunho."

Yunho looked up at you, his eyes softened and he smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you introduce me to the other guy San?"

"You didn't know about him? He's the most popular one out of all of us in the school."

"How long have you known him?"

"Since we got the name of the bad boy trio."

"So like 3 years ago?"

"Yep."

"How come I never knew?*

"You've heard the name before but you didn't pay much attention, the name San is wildly known in the school."

"That's odd…"

"You seem quite interested in him."

"Oh, I didn't mean to sound that way.. I'm just confused"

Yunho's face again softens into a soft smile and light eyes.

You and San got to know each other, until it was practically obvious that you liked him.

San being a part of school bad boys doesn't let his feelings show at all too easily, so nobody really knows if he likes you back.

"Yn!"

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Are you actually with San?"

"..No..?"

"Be careful with him, his reputation doesn't lie. He's broken the hearts of many girls in the past."

"What?"

"What did you expect? Someone that famous to have never had a girlfriend?"

You weren't surprised, your very own brother had dated multiple girls in the past and often he was the one to end it. San was no exception.

"I'm not dating San. We're nothing else but friends, can you leave me alone now?"

"Yn! You can't date him!"

"Listen, if you like him, go tell him. Shoo, go."

Your classmate walks away, you could see the look of anger generated on her face. She just wanted the best for you but you were pretty fed up with her.

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"You're gonna get with Yn?"

"Not yet."

San reached in to grab a candy from his pocket, Seonghwa watched as he did so, concern washing over his face.

"San.. she really likes you.. you can't do this to her.."

San unwrapped the wrapper and placed the candy in his mouth.

"Might as well have a bit of fun with her."

Seonghwa flicked San's head, San immediately looked up at Seonghwa.

"Hey!?"

"Do you know how to do anything but toy with someone?"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you even like Yn? Or is this all just another sick plan of yours?"

"Of course I like Yn!"

"Then why toy with her? Betray her trust?"

"Can't I have a bit of fun with her? Before getting with her?"

"It might be too late. She won't love you forever.*

"She might. If she lets go I'll just bring her back."

Seonghwa shakes his head and facepalms himself.

"You do you, but I don't wanna see Yn crying."

"Why does it matter so much to you."

"I've known Yn longer than you.. she's like a little sister I never had."

San looks at Seonghwa and nods, before leaving.

Every single day since then, San would be extremely flirty with girls, when a girl confesses her love he would be flirty with his rejection.

He wouldn't pay attention to what you said and when he did he gave you short answers, this didn't bother you as much as he thought it would, he would start giving you false information just so he could get what he wanted out of you. However this got on your nerves enough.

You couldn't bear the feeling of one of your best friends acting this way…

As you went to the bathroom during class one day, you ran into the trio. However, oddly enough. Greeted everyone but San.

San, confused as ever, stared at you. Seonghwa glared over at him before looking back at you.

"You guys should go, I'll be in here or in class if you need me."

They all nodded except for San, who grabbed your arm as the others left.

"What do you want?"

San got startled by the way you responded.

"I'm sorry, I went too far."

"I don't have time for this right now, let me go."

"I kinda like this personality of yours."

You slapped his hand away and moved aside.

"Okay then, I'll show it to you more often."

It did hurt you to act so coldly to San, he was the one who cared for you the most when you got hurt, he was always there somehow.

You walked away but San grabbed you once again, however this time he kissed you.

A long, warm passionate kiss, as if you guys had known each other for over 10 years.

Your lips melted in the warm feeling of San's lips touching yours, circulating all over your mouth. Sometimes making it to your chin.

You could stay here forever, you never forgot that San was a good person despite his reputation.

"Next time don't play with me, I'm not your doll."

You said in a quite aggressive tone, San looked at you in pure shock as he hesitated for a moment.

"Sorry."

You giggled as you pulled him into a friendly hug, feeling the warmth of his body pressing up against yours.

Imagining abusing Yunho's after finding him pleasuring himself, and San walking into the room.

𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵘᵇ! ʸᵘⁿʰᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᵈᵒᵐ! ˢᵃⁿ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 1.7ᵏ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᵗʰʳᵉᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ, ᵗʷᵒ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ, ⁿⁱᶜᵏⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ, ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱᵖˡᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵐᵉᵖⁱᵉˢ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉˡᶠ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ, ᵇⁱᵍ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ʸᵘⁿʰᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ˢᵃⁿ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒᵐᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵒᵈᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ ᵈⁱᵈ. ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ⁱⁿᵛᵉˢᵗⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʸᵘⁿʰᵒ ˢᵉˡᶠ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ, ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʰⁱᵐ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵃⁿ, ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ.

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

You didn't even remember how you even managed to date the two of them at the same time. You honestly weren't sure if they even enjoyed it as they were in a constant rant about who you loved more.

All 3 of you moved in together after about 2 years in your relationship, you were all mostly at work, but there was still time to spend it with each other.

But today when you got home, you ran into an unexpected sight.

Yunho… wasn't in the kitchen cooking something like he normal was.

You could hear shuffling coming from somewhere, but you didn't know where.

He wasn't anywhere to be seen, however you noticed his bedroom door cracked open.

Assuming he was changing you called his name.

"Yunho?"

Suddenly it went quiet, all noice stopped…

You waited for his response but after a few moments of hearing nothing, you started getting a fear that maybe a robber was inside the house with you and was looking through Yunho's stuff.

Trying to keep it down to avoid making much noise, you slowly walked over to Yunho's room, you slightly opened the door.

However, you didn't see a robber or a intruder. You saw Yunho sitting on his bed with tears on his eyes, pants being pulled up to cover a obviously hardened cock.

"Love! This isn't what it looks like!"

In pure shock on what you saw, Yunho whipped his tears from his eyes and started quickly explaining everything, not wanting you to misunderstand.

"Hold on… slow down…"

"I'm sorry Yn…"

"No, it's okay... but I just didn't expect it from you."

He turned away as he let out a nervous chuckle, refusing to look at you.

You were standing in the doorway, waiting for him to say something.

Sighing, you started to walk over to him.

"Oh Yunho, you need to learn to ask for the things you want."

For the first time, you saw Yunho look at you straight in the eyes.

"Huh?"

His pants lifted, as he begun to get needy.

Sitting on top of him, you gave him some kisses and pecks on his neck, while also beginning to take his dick out of his pants.

Once it was out, you wrapped it around your mouth, automatically noticing his moans, which sounded weak and fragile.

How long had he been doing this before you came along?

"You're quite big…"

Honestly, you were left speechless when you saw his cock for the first time. Not only was he blessed in length but also girth, you wrapped your hand around him, and moved in a up and down motion.

"Yn, right there…"

"Right here?"

You teased him a bit and moved down on his cock, he whined as he gripped a hold of your hand.

"Love.. don't do that right now.."

You giggled and went back to the spot he enjoyed.

Yunho let out small moans and breaths as he felt the feeling of your hand slowly moving up and down his cock.

"Love.. can you please-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the door had swung open, you noticed you had forgotten to lock the door. Panic began to settle into you, as you turned around you saw San standing in front of the open room.

"Is that what you guys do all day?"

Yunho began to cover himself with his blankets, becoming embarrassed from seeing San staring at him with his cock fully exposed.

"San, this isn't what it seems…"

"Then what is it?"

Embarrassment came in as you realized the awkward position you were in.

"Do you think Yunho's the only needy one Yn?"

"What?"

"I'm your boyfriend too."

Yunho automatically got up, pulling you against him and holding you tight.

"San, she's mine right now."

"And you think I'm just gonna sit down and watch you as our princess touches you? Of course not."

San started approaching the bed while removing his shirt from his shoulders.

"San…"

"Yn, it's unfair.. I'm your boyfriend too."

"I know..."

San started pulling down his zipper, and taking off his pants.

"Turn around."

He demanded you with a annoyed voice.

Although you didn't see, San signaled to Yunho to sit in front of you, he did so as San sat behind you, gripping your waist tightly.

Yunho lifted your head and gave you a kiss.

"Yn, can you suck me?"

You nodded as you put his dick inside of your mouth around Yunho's cock, you heard a thirsty moan come out of his mouth and he started thrusting his hips into you.

Feeling San's grip get tighter, you felt his tip rub against you, as you could hear his soft breaths getting shaky.

"Tell me if this hurts Yn."

San shoved himself inside of you, going at a godly speed. He wanted to show you how long he's been wanting you, how long he's needed you inside of him.

"You're doing so well love…"

Looking over at your boyfriend, you witnessed Yunho's eyes rolling back. San noticed this and only got more jealous, which made him push harder into you in hopes of getting a bit of attention too.

However you noticed this, which made you stop sucking on Yunho’s dick.

“San… I'm gonna cum…”

San looked over at you confused, but with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Baby, look at me..”

You obeyed your boyfriend, and flipped over to face him, groaning in the process because of the fact he's still inside of you.

“Yes my love?”

You said quietly, barely making a sound.

“I want you to cum because of me.. please do that for me.”

Silently nodding as you felt your boyfriend beginning to move his cock again, feeling your walls constantly become more and more tight around him.

Yunho crawled on top of you, he had noticed you put your 2 fingers in your mouth at the feeling of San moving again, so he started to kiss you aggressively and passionately, he was slightly lifting your shirt and caressing your stomach.

That quickly became pleasure, when you felt his hands right on your breast, massaging them soothingly.

Yunho has pretty hands, big, with long fingers capable of reaching places that almost nobody can, you wanted to have him inside of you one day, both from cock to fingers.

Maybe that day was today…

Slowly, you started releasing your cum onto San’s dick, which was still inside of you.

“Crap baby… you feel so good and warm…”

San stayed in his position, enjoying the feeling of your cum landing on his hardened cock.

However after you finished, he himself was ready to let out an orgasm.

“That was such a show baby, you did so well for me…”

Yunho backed away, allowing San to land his own lips on yours, his kiss was angry but caring as he messaged your bottom.

“Love, can I do that now?”

You both turned to face Yunho, whose ears were bright red from the question and thought.

“Of course, you don't need to ask…”

You noticed him brighted at your answer before being able to have his own go.

Yunho and San were different when it came to size, however when it came to their girth, both were just as impressive.

Yunho, having a big cock knew that you couldn't take him all, so he slowly shoved himself inside as he let you measure how far you wanted him to go.

“Yunho, I wanna try to handle all of you, can you do that for me?”

Yunho was not the only one surprised at your answer, San himself was also quite shocked.

“Our princess is so brave don't you think?”

San turned over to face Yunho with a smirk.

“What else could we have expected?”

Yunho managed to place all of his length inside of you, bringing himself to moan loudly.

“Such a good girl…”

You nearly lost it at his words, again feeling your walls tighten, making him let out yet again another loud moan.

“Fuck Yunho.. why are you so big?”

San was sucking on your breast, noticing Yunho's flustered look.

“You might as well start moving, it'll only be a matter of time until you both cum..”

Yunho started thrusting his hips into you, leaving you breathless after just a few shoves.

“Gosh, you feel so good love… so tight around me… so warm…”

He started speeding up after a minute of moving slowly, he grabbed your legs and spread them in order to make more room for himself, San was still sucking on your breast while having his two fingers in your mouth, allowing you to suck them for the time being.

Yunho continued pushing inside of you until he felt like letting out an orgasm of his own, which I surprisingly didn't last too long.

“Gonna… cum…”

You barely heard him, you were in tears as you had already had a second orgasm, all you could do is nod in approval.

You felt the loss of pleasure when Yunho suddenly shoved himself out of you, but his cum was a concerning amount.

“How long have you been like this?”

San questioned Yunho as he was catching his breath.

“A few weeks…”

Yunho laid down on the other side of you, hugging you tightly.

“Can I do that too?”

San was still pressing down on your tongue, as you nodded to Yunho's question.

The sudden feeling of two fingers pressing down on your tongue, allowing you to suck on both of them.

“I love you Yn..”

Both of them said, almost synchronized, again you nodded trying to return the saying.

They both understood you though, which was all they needed. That's the last thing you remember before falling asleep in their arms.

HI, wanted to check in, we didn't hear from you for a while, how are you? Btw how's American mate going, any new chapters in mind? Take care♡

Hello @sunshinecallie!! Thank you for checking in on me. Things have been kind of everywhere with the family member passing away, the broken foot, and other things.

American Mate: Chapter 8 will be posted a little later this morning. I am very excited to see how it will be received by all of my dear readers. I am already working on Chapter 9, which is currently counting at over 8k words.

Breaking and Entering: Chapter 8 was waiting for a Patreon Membership poll to be completed before I could start writing it. So that will start soon.

I am also working on a One-Shot, which may end up being a Mini-Series, which was requested of me by a Patreon Membership holder for an Ateez San x Plus sized y/n. That is currently at over 5k words.

Again thank you so very much for checking in on me. I hope you are doing well and will enjoy the upcoming content!

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《Wedding night》

[Atz San, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: San x Virgin fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: You had preserved your chastity all your life just for that one night --- your wedding night with your husband.

San gasped as he was suddenly lifted and sat upon the giant table in the hotel room, throwing his head back when his neck was attacked by a hot mouth, nibbling and biting and sucking, causing pleasure to course through his veins. He cried out at a particularly hard bite and a hand clamped over his mouth while a tongue laved over the sensitive skin, soothing the sore spot. He felt the nibbles work their way up toward his ear, letting out a moan when a hand cupped his hardened length and squeezed.

"Wifey...how are you so good at this? Isn't it your first time-" He bit his lip to stop another sound from passing his lips as the hand below rubbed teasingly at him on the outside of the silky material. He wrapped his legs around your waist, pulling you closer, reaching out to tangle his fingers into the feather-soft black hair before him. A bruising kiss was placed upon your lips. You moaned into the eager mouth when San grinded his legs against your hips, you're able to feel every hard inch of your husband’s desire. You deepened the kiss, biting at his lower lip and stealing the breath from him before releasing him suddenly. "Aren't you going to make me feel good, Sanie?" You detached your body away from his. San watched you with lidded eyes, panting and desperate for more.

"Are you sure?" He looked questioningly at you. You gave the permission he sought. He carefully touched your breasts, taking in the weight of both as if measuring a bag of coins. He ran his thumbs over your nipples, causing you to shiver. "To think you’re responding...to my touch like this..." A sly grin crossed his lips as he repeated the action. Your chest rose quicker with each touch and pinch and your reaction was causing his pants to grow tighter.

“Sanie,” You gasped his name in a way that you're about to fall over the edge and he was falling right behind you.

“I know, wifey.”

Both of you quickly yanked off what clothing was left. Your lips smashed together in a heated frenzy while you and San crawled onto the bed, San trapping you underneath him. San trailed kisses down your neck, pressing a long, wet kiss to the space between your breasts, your mounds brushing against his cheeks as your chest rose and fell. He met your eyes, panting and you nodded for him to continue with the cues your bodies were giving.

"It might hurt at the start. Don't worry, soon you'll grow accustomed to the pain." He positioned himself against your opening, his downward parts seeming to know where to go. His length was about ready to explode and sliding it into you nearly did him in. He breathed in unsteadily through his nose, attempting to control the sensation that nearly overwhelmed him.

"You're doing so well for me, wifey." He opened his tightly shut eyes to look at you, needing to share this incredible moment with you. Your breath was just as ragged as his, your eyes gleaming with pleasure. Your right hand withdrew from his back to caress his cheek. "Thank you...Sanie." With that one simple but profound gesture, San responded with a sharp thrust. You drew in a sharp intake of breath, your eyes squeezing shut and that was all both of you needed to fall over the edge.

San collapsed beside you when the waves of ecstasy finished crashing over yall, sweaty and out of breath. He let out a low laugh, wrapping his arms around you while you gasped out breathlessly. "With this, you are already mine...for eternity...and forever." He chuckled, propping himself up on an elbow to place a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Love you, wifey."

"Love you, my husband." You beamed at the figure laying at your side.

~The end~

Birthday kiss | San

San x Reader, best friends to lovers au Word count: 1960 Genre: pure fluff Author: maari Warnings: Reader has no experience with kisses, mention of a bad kiss because I need to put my experiences here you know I think that's all Note: This one is dedicated to my lil sis @jaehunnyy as a birthday gift. Happy bithday lil sis, I hope you have a amazing and wonderful day 💚 Summary: You had your first kiss and it was horrible, and San is ready to prove that what comes next is better.

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“Hey, how was your-” San didn't even finish talking when saw the door open and Y/N took long strides to throw herself on his bed, while he was busy studying at his desk. “...date?” “Awful.” she complained, letting out a long sigh and throwing her arms up. “Terrible. Worst I had.” He dropped the book and pencil he was holding, got up from his chair and walked over to the bed, sitting beside her, visibly curious. “What happened?” The friend was too excited in the morning, a little nervous of course and he could see it as he helped her choose which outfit to choose and San tried to do everything to make her nervousness go away even for a few hours. It was her birthday and Y/N had a date night, that's why they spent the day together to make up for the fact that this time they weren't going to sing happy birthday at the end of the day. So, they arranged for her to spend the night before in his dorm so they could sing happy birthday at midnight so she could blow out the candles and make a wish. San guessed that she had asked for something about the date since she rubbed her sweaty hands all day, but little did he know what her request had really been. She had to control her body so as not to react obviously when he caressed her knee in a subtle way, encouraging her to speak. She took a deep breath before sitting up straight on the bed to look him properly in the eyes but San didn’t undo the contact of the hot palm with the knee of Y/N covered by jeans.

“So, you know that I don’t have that much experience with those things…” she started gesturing with her hands, a clear sign that she was anxious. “Dating, flirting, kissing.” he began to enumerate while shaking his head. “Yeah I mean… wait, I kissed before.” she looked at him offended and he looked suspicious. “One peck. It's not a kiss.” he laughed. “Two.” she raised her fingers. “I gave two pecks. And of course it’s a kiss.” “No, it’s not.” San laughed again, the dimple showing and Y/N wanted to bite it because he looked cute even though they were arguing. “A kiss involves the tongue, a peck is just the mouths touching.” “Argh, please, don’t remind me of the tongue.” Y/N put her hand to her forehead, looking disgusted. “Why?” San settled better on the bed, his attention fully focused on her.

He was finding it strange actually, because from the way she said it, it was exactly what she wanted to do and now she looked quite regretful. “I got my kiss and it was a mess, okay?” she admitted and saw that San held back a laugh. “I expected it to be something more gentle or intimate but he just opened his mouth and came out sticking his tongue, it was full of saliva and there was no…” Y/N couldn't find a word to describe what she thought so just kept moving her hands as if San would guess. “Complicity.” he concluded and she nodded in agreement. 

Of course he would understand. San always understood her better than anyone and she didn't even need to say what was thinking because with a look he knew.

Well, maybe he didn't know everything she thought. “Yeah!” she sighed sadly and twisted her mouth. “I thought, well since we've been talking for so long and he asked me out right on my birthday, that would be great! There would be sparks and confetti but... there wasn't even a butterfly in my stomach.” Was it naive to think that she could find someone who could make her feel the same things as San? Yes. But it was a desperate act. Y/N felt that she spent too much time with San, which was why her standards were so impossible to meet. San was thoughtful, helpful, affectionate, he was practically perfect so Y/N figured that if she dated other guys and found the same qualities as her friend, maybe the crush she had on him would go away. But of course, it was in vain. Because the whole date she was comparing the poor guy to San. And it wasn't even on purpose, it just happened that she wanted San's gentle eyes to be there, watching her in the dark of the cinema, that it was San's arms hugging her because the air conditioning in the theater was too strong and she was shivering with cold. That it was San’s voice speaking low in her ear and most important, that it was his lips that gave the long-awaited first kiss. It should have been a special date but it turned out to be like every other date she's ever had. And that had made her frustrated, mainly because the kiss had been far below her expectations. “In fact, he didn't even know that today was my birthday.” “Oh.” San looked surprised and clearly upset for her. “You know what I thought about every time he held my hand?” she asked and San shook his head. “How it didn't feel right. I would rather stay here listening to your jokes." “So the guy really was horrible.” he teased and she laughed, nodding in agreement. “Oh and to make the situation even better, I had to come here by myself.” “He didn't want to accompany you?” he asked, perplexed. “In fact, he didn't want the night to end."  she rolled her eyes, irritated, while San looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "But I said that my brother was sick and he needed my help.” “You don't have a brother.” he looked at her confused. “No, but Hongjoong sleeping on the couch was the perfect alibi.” “You didn’t.” he laughed in disbelief and she smiled, pulling her phone out of her pocket and scrolling it until she turned the screen towards San. He saw the conversation, first the photo of Hongjoong sleeping with his mouth open on the couch and Y/N saying ‘this is why I needed to be home’. Of course, she just hadn't mentioned whose house it was.

And then he saw the guy's response. “He just asked when you guys are going to see each other again." he scowled and Y/N rolled her eyes again before blocking the screen without even responding. "Never. Not in a million years. Not to have a drooling kiss again." San tried to hold back his laughter but couldn't and Y/N looked at him, smirking. "What? Seriously, I felt like I was drowning and you know I know the feeling cuz it happened twice to me." “The drowning or the drooling kiss?” he asked and couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, placing a hand on his stomach as his head fell back and the sound echoed throughout the room, making her smile.

That was exactly why Y/N had chosen to go there, because even though it had been an embarrassing situation, San was the only one who could make her feel less worse. He wouldn't say I warned you, he would comfort her. Y/N's smile increased as San continued to laugh and she couldn't hold her laugh, not when his was so contagious. They laughed until her stomach hurt and San started to cry. Laughing at her own failure was only funny with San. After laughing, she threw herself on his bed again, the phone away and she closed her eyes, feeling San lay beside her.

"Why is it so hard for me?" “Huh?” She opened her eyes and turned to face San, he had his chin resting on his hand and was looking at her. "Why is it so hard for me to find someone who doesn't kiss like the world is going to end in 5 seconds." she complained, huffing and saw San get serious, just watching her intensely. San had tried to warn subtly so she didn't expect it that much, the first kiss was never as good as in books or movies, he didn't want her to disappoint herself. But her eyes were so sad and that was her day, it should have been special, even if the kiss had been a mess, the rest should have been worth it. San kept looking at Y/N, saw her mouth moving as she complained but had his attention far from her words. She deserves someone who treated her well, to make her feel safe and loved, especially that day. It was supposed to have been the perfect day and all San felt inside his chest was that he needed to do something to make up or even erase that frustrating night she had. “I wanted a special birthday gift-” In a thrust hearing that sentence, San took a hand to Y/N's face and within seconds heed his lips on hers, and made her quiet as well as complete shock. He didn’t move his lips, even if Y/N lips were soft and hot enough to make him want to start a real kiss, he waited for her to be comfortable to do so and when Y/N realized that San expected her permission she closed her eyes and took her hand to support the arm that held her face. San started a slow and soft kiss that made Y/N’s heart accelerate in a matter of seconds and the body seemed to tingling inside, his lips were kind, didn't seem to be in a hurry, wanted to create a profitable rhythm. When both were already immersed in the dance between her lips, it was the turn of the tongues to meet, and she sighed when San opened his mouth enough so that his tongue move around her lips indicating what he wanted, she gave in of course and led the hand that until then was on his arm to his neck. But the kiss didn’t change, continued at the same slow and sensual rhythm that was making every hair from Y/N's body to lift. San's taste was sweet, it was like an addictive poison and Y/N could spend the rest of her life kissing him like that. He kissed her in a way as if the whole world had stopped and not about to end, taking his sweet time with her. She was breathless but her hand didn't let go of the back of San that diminished the rhythm of the kiss even more, leaving little pecks on her lips before moving away, she didn't have the courage to open her eyes but felt San's watching her and his nose was so close that it made an almost shy affection. His hand that was on her face made a soft affection on her cheek and it was enough for her to open her eyes after trying to recover the breath he had stolen from her. She then found him smiling, the deep dimple appearing, while his eyes analyzed every detail of her face. "What was that?" She whispered, without the strength to keep her voice firm.

"A birthday kiss." He blinked but kept serious. "It's not so hard to find someone who kisses well."

Well? That had been the best kiss of Y/N's life. "I'm sorry but I don't know if it was that good." She pretended innocence and he narrowed his eyes. "I think I'll need some more to compare." "I thought you had already made a wish when you blew the candle."

"And I did." She smiled shy, and started playing with San's hair. "That's exactly what I wished for."

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pairing: puppy hybrid!san x afab owner!reader

w.c.: 1.9k

tags: smut, fluff, established relationship, san is a pillow humper <3

the thought of his owner coming home after a long week drove san straight into an early rut, and the scent of her pillow was too inviting to brush aside.

A/N: @lemonhongjoong YOU!!!!! 🫵🏼🫵🏼🫵🏼 you enabled me to write this filth (thank you so much honestly, I feel like I grew as a person and maybe even lost a few braincells while writing this <3) - though I feel the need to issue a formal apology to shiber. I'm so sorry.

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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warnings: dom!reader, sub!san, pillow humping, plushie humping (I'm so sorry), so much cum, san is in a rut, animal -puppy- characteristics (tail and ears), fingering (f receiving), handjob, mommy kink, breeding kink, impreg kink, bulge kink (idk wtf this is actually called), unprotected sex (👎🏼!), knotting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, begging, one (1) chomp, nicknames (pup, baby, sannie, love, darling, good boy; mommy)

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You weren’t sure what to expect coming home from your business trip. Perhaps a home-cooked meal; or maybe a pillow fort in the living room with the movie you'd been dying to watch waiting for you on the TV, your favourite snacks laid out over the blankets. You pondered over every possible scenario during your flight back home, and decided that seeing San's face – his tail wagging in excitement as you finally walked through the front door – was all you could ever ask for.

Standing in the doorway to your shared bedroom, you realised that you’d thought about every possible scenario but one:

Coming home to a dark apartment, soft mewls and cries escaping through the open bedroom door, you rushed in, worried that San might’ve hurt himself in your absence. But two steps into the room, you found yourself rooted in place, watching as your puppy hybrid repeatedly slid his cock over the drenched pillow – your pillow. Even when his ears perked up at the sound of your footsteps and he raised his head to meet your eyes – his own lidded and glazed over – San’s hips continued their furious humping, desperate moans flowing freely from his parted lips. His hands gripped the pillow, veins protruding from his sweat-clad skin, the only sound in the apartment a mixture of San’s reckless thrusting and his needy moans.

San’s innocent excitement over his owner coming home after a long week drove him straight into an early rut, his cock growing painfully hard with no relief in sight. Shiber’s soft material instantly drew him in, and he found himself sliding his cock over the back of the plushie, biting down on the comforter as his continuous orgasms shook his whole body. He then caught a whiff of the pillow in front of him, your scent rushing through his nostrils and straight down to his core. Growling, he threw Shiber to the side, instead grabbing your pillow and bringing it down to his needy cock. Sweat dripped down his temples, his thighs shaking as he drenched the pillow with his cum, realising he won’t be appeased until he knotted you.

“M-mommy... y-you’re finally back,” San lowered himself until his chest was flush with the pillow, shooting another load of hot cum between his bare skin and the soft cotton, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

Your lips parted and closed, unable to form words, while your eyes wandered across the room, taking in the clothes haphazardly thrown to the side before zeroing in on Shiber – the plushie’s velvety fabric a dark brown, drenched in San’s release. Looking back at the hybrid, you noticed the lust-filled eyes, his tail swinging uncontrollably behind him as he arched his back to further grind over the pillow. The scene felt familiar – clear signs of an incoming rut.

You dropped your bag, quickly moving to San’s side while ignoring the wave of arousal pooling between your legs. Placing a palm over his slick forehead, you watched him lean into your touch, your hand cool against his heated skin.

“Sannie? Darling, does it hurt anywhere?” You ran your fingers through his hair, holding his cheek with your other hand and angling his face towards you.

He mumbled something under his breath, his hips slowing down their furious pace.

“Speak up for me, pup,” you encouraged him with a few scratches behind his ear.

“D-down there... I-it hurts,” his hips picked up their pace again and he nuzzled his nose into your outer-thigh, inhaling your scent. “W-wanna knot mommy, please, can I-I?”

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San’s cock was heavy, hot as it glided over your skin. Straddling one of your thighs, San rutted against the soft skin while his fingers pounded into your g-spot, scissoring them to prepare you for his knot.

“I-I need you, mommy… Can I knot you now?” He pleaded, his eyes glassy and his bottom lip quivering.

He knew you were weak to those eyes, but you learned the importance of proper prep when it came to taking his knot in the past, and were glad he was clear-headed enough to offer you that. You reached a hand behind his ear to scratch at the skin, smiling when his eyes drooped at the added stimulation.

“Just a little longer, baby. Can you be a good boy for mommy and stretch me out properly?” You cooed when San’s ears perked up, his tail standing up straight before continuing to wag excitedly.

He nodded his head eagerly, stuffing his fingers into your cunt and curling them until they brushed against your sweet spot. Your head rolled back over the pillow, your breath quickening as San sent shocks of pleasure soaring through your body. He added a third finger, and then a fourth, fucking them into you until your back was arching and your vision darkened, pushing you over the edge unexpectedly. San’s other hand moved to your clit, rolling it between two fingers as you rode out your high, thigh twitching under him and drawing out a whimper from his lips.

You took a few breaths before sitting up and flipping San over, straddling his hips and wrapping your hand around his aching cock, pumping it roughly and taking in how he writhed under you.

“H-hurts! I-it hurts- hnngh-“

“Shh,” your thumb rubbed soothing circles over his nipple and you leaned in to press feathery kisses to his jawline. “Give me one more and then you can have me, okay?”

You watched as tears and drool ran down the sides of his face, his face scrunching up as he released all over your hand and his lower belly, his cum translucent and watery.

It took San a few seconds to recover, quickly flipping you over and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his canines running over the delicate skin. He ran his cock – already hard and leaking over your lower belly – through your dripping folds, his head brushing over your clit.

“Please, p-please- Let me fuck you, please, c-can I?” He panted, raising his head to look at you with drool flowing down his chin. “Nghh- ‘Wanna breed mommy- N-need it-”

A guttural moan echoed in the room when San finally pushed his cock inside of you, sheathing the whole length between your fluttering walls in one go. You tossed your head back, hands flying to San’s shoulders when his hips urgently snapped against yours, the base of his knot pushing past your entrance then back out.

“Fuck, San! A-ah- s-slow down-”

“C-can’t- I can’t- Hnnngh! Mommy’s pussy feels s-so good-” San’s hips were relentless, starting off with rapid, shallow thrusts before shoving his cock so deep inside your cunt you saw stars, grinding the tip into your g-spot before pulling out and slamming back in. “C-can I breed you, mommy? ‘Wanna knot you and f-fill you up with Sannie’s cum, please, can I?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, pleasure shooting up your spine every time San drove his cock inside you, releasing breathy successions of ah’s that San didn’t hesitate to lean down and swallow. He moved his lips over yours, hungrily licking into your mouth, his tongue moving with fervour and coating the lower half of your face with his spit.

“P-please, you feel so good, mommy- h-hahh-” San muttered against your lips, nibbling on the bottom one while he spoke, the base of his knot tugging at your entrance every time he pulled out before snapping it back in with a throaty moan. “L-let me breed your hole; I'll be good, I promise. ‘Just want mommy t-to my pups.”

Your own cries of pleasure turned into silent gasps as San rammed his cock inside you relentlessly, your orgasm washing over you and jolting your whole body every time he pushed his cockhead into your g-spot. Your fingers gripped the slick skin of his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh. You were delirious, wanting nothing but to feel San’s hot cum flooding your insides.

“Fuck, Sannie, g-give it to me, pup- hnnghh-” Your jaw went slack, San’s canines sinking into your shoulder with a husky growl while he continued pumping his knot inside you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, roughly scratching at his scalp while you regained your breath. “Y-your cum- Be a good boy and give mommy your cum, darling-”

San let go of your shoulder, sticking out his tongue to lap up the blood leaking from the wound. “Gonna c-cum inside mommy… Ah- ‘gonna look s-so pretty when you’re swollen with my pups-“

“Yeah… you’ve been so good for me, love,” you panted, the overstimulation nearly unbearable with the way San’s knot lugged at your entrance. “Come on, baby, do it for mommy-”

With a final thrust, he sheathed his whole length inside your used cunt, his knot locking in place and stretching out your fluttering walls. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your vision went black when San’s hot cum began pouring into you – rope after rope of white painting your insides until you truly believed that you couldn’t fit any more.

Pressing his hand to your lower belly, you felt him shoot more of his load into your womb, breathing out a curse when it bulged under his palm from all the cum he was emptying into you, his swollen cock twitching between your walls as you milked every last drop out of him.

“San- wait, d-don’t- It’s gonna spill!” Your back arched, feeling so full of San you actually believed you were going to get pregnant.

San released a strangled groan into the crook of your neck when your cunt pulsed around him, licking over the bitemark he’d left there before pressing tender pecks over the wound. “Sannie’s cum isn’t going anywhere. I won’t let it,” he smiled against your heated skin, an innocent blush coating his cheeks, and he pressed his knot further inside you. "I gotta make sure I breed mommy properly.”

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The following few hours were a pleasant ceremony of aftercare – you basked in the loving kisses San littered all over your face, your neck, your chest, anywhere he could reach, taking in the his soft giggles at your repetitions of I love you and good boy.

When his knot finally went down, he pulled out of your weeping cunt, his release flowing out of you in one stream. Before you could complain or feel embarrassed, San instantly began doting on you, carrying you to the bathroom and washing your hair, then cooked you dinner while dressed in the pink apron you had gifted him for his birthday.

You savoured these peaceful moments during San’s ruts – the calm before the storm. You rarely ever caught it in its early stages, when his head was clear enough to tend to you instead of solely focusing on himself. You didn’t mind, knowing he didn’t have much control over it, but still cherished when he would cater to your needs as well as his own.

You watched the hybrid’s chest rise and fall, his arms secured around your waist while he slumbered, his face resting peacefully. You knew he’d soon wake up hot and desperate again, but knowing that tranquillity resided within him even during his toughest ruts flooded your chest with searing warmth. Your body moved on its own, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the plush of his lips, smiling at how his mouth formed a pout when you pulled away. With fondness swarming through your body, and love nearly bursting through your chest, you allowed San’s steady breaths to lull you to sleep.

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♡ Mature Content! Minors DNI! Warnings below the break ♡

♡ Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!ateez x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: A nice, calm, wholesome movie night with your boyfriends except I lied and nothing but absolute filth happens.

♡ Genre: smut with a sprinkle, a smidge, a barely visible flake of plot

♡ Word Count: 3.6k-ish

♡ Warnings: (issa lot happening so pls lmk if I miss anything) masturbation (f), use of toys (f receiving), oral (f & m receiving), anal penetration & eating (f receiving), unprotected sex (ya'll know not to do that irl!), creampies, edging, double vaginal penetration, things get rough, scratching, gagging, pet names (good girl, bad girl, slut, le usual)

♡ A/N: I wrote this with the intention of writing this soft, romantic piece but my mind got lost in the gutter and built a home there so here we are. Thanks to @anyamaris for supporting me in my nonsense as she always does.

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Even with the air conditioner on, a wave of heat washes over you. Two fingers---your fingers---press firmly against your clit. You know your body better than anyone in this room. Every flick of your wrist makes your walls clench around the vibrator Hongjoong’s fucking you with. The ultra-soft silicone curves to rest its flat tip directly on your g spot. He keeps it at medium speed, the low hum of the toy a hypnotizing instrumental to the weakened moans leaving your lips. “You’re so beautiful” he whispers, delicately kissing your thigh. And you are.

Lying in the middle of your living room floor on a pile of the fluffiest pillows, you’re the prettiest thing any of them have ever seen. The plan had been to watch a movie. Horror---comedy---who cares? How could they watch anything but you? Legs spread wide. Pussy weeping, begging you to keep going just like that. Your panties, moist beyond measure, are looped around your ankle. The tight plaid mini skirt you wear is pushed up, not denying them a bit of your plush belly. Your nipples are two, tightly beaded indentations in your black crop top. They brush against the cotton each time your chest rises, turning you on even more.

It’s getting harder to play with your clit. Your muscles are tensing like a rubber band stretched near its breaking point. Your wrists are going limp. Your legs are shaking, causing your thighs to jiggle so deliciously that Hongjoong can’t resist nibbling at them. What he loves, what gets him off the most, is simply to watch you make a mess of yourself. “Mmm, Joongie. I’m gonna cum---” you gasp, arching against the pillows. Hongjoong’s laugh is nearly undetectable but you hear it, oozing lust. He’s happy with himself and with you. Pulling the soaked vibrator from your core, he pushes three fingers into you.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum around my fingers.” Hongjoong moves your hand away from your clit, wrapping his lips around it in a small O shape. Your arms fall above your head, your head turning to catch Yunho staring at you from the couch. Yunho looks spaced out. It’s as if his mind is off somewhere far away but that couldn’t be further from the truth. His mind is on you and no one else. It's fixated on the way your eyelids flutter when Hongjoong suckles at your clit. It’s committing to memory that sweet little smile you shoot him right before you lose control of your body. 

Hongjoong’s been edging you for an hour all for this moment when he can finger you hard and fast, tonguing your clit as pleasure rips through your body. You’re grabbing at nothing---at anything---to ground yourself but it’s no use. “Hongjoong. Fuck” you whine, struggling to find your breath, “I can’t. Too much. Too---fuck.” Wooyoung rises from his spot on the recliner to kneel above your head. “Let me help” he coos, kissing you on the forehead. His fragrant sable locks dance around your cheeks like curtains, shutting out the rest of the world.

Smooth hands massage their way up your arms, loosening your muscles as they tighten. Fingers press into your shoulders---tickle your collarbone---traverse the arches of your breasts to circle your nipples. Woo slips your shirt up, laying his hands flat on your breasts. He kneads them, pinching your nipples in his palms. “Woo---” you moan, “Joongie---ah.” You mindlessly writhe beneath them. Hongjoong’s knuckles are grinding against your slit. His fingers---they’re so deep---spreading you open even wider. 

Woo smiles down at you and there’s something so genuine about it because it is. “He’s right---” he says, “You’re so beautiful.” Woo drags his tongue across your lips just as Hongjoong’s tongue swirls between your pussy lips. There’s an audible squelching sound when his fingers pop out of you, the suction of your walls holding onto him for dear life too relentless to let him go quietly. Hongjoong gets up on his knees, sucking at his fingers, and admires the way you’re still clenching for him. He’d edge you more---keep you like this all night---but he knows he has to share.

With one last kiss which he plants on your lower belly, he leaves you in Woo’s capable hands. Woo reaches over you to run a finger across your slit and you giggle at how much it tickles. When he leans forward you get a clear view of how hard he is and catch yourself salivating. You bring a hand up to rub against his bulge. A groan emerges from somewhere deep within him, “Bad girl.” Still a tad loopy from your orgasm, you fumble your way up onto your knees. “But you love it, don’t you?” you tease, your hand reaching down to rub against him again.

Woo nibbles at his bottom lip, pulling you closer to him. You run your fingers through his hair, tucking a rogue strand behind his ear, “Up.” One word spoken in the singsong voice of an angel such as yourself has him up on his feet without question. Just as you reach for Woo’s zipper, strong arms grab you from behind, locking you in their embrace. “Choi San!” you gasp, admiring that dimpled grin of his, “I’m kinda trying to focus here---” San kisses down your neck, dipping one hand between your thighs.

His other hand cradles your chin, fingers pinching into your cheeks, and turns your head back towards Woo where a throbbing cock, arousal moistening the tip, waits for you. “Then focus---” San says, lightly squeezing your cheeks. You let your tongue fall free, resting it on the underside of Woo’s cock. Rolling it around his sensitive tip, you collect the warm salty liquid on your tongue. San lets go of your cheeks, giving you the room to bring your hand up and grip Woo’s base. You glance up at him and he’s already fixed on you. They stay that way as your fingertips trace the veins traveling up his shaft, stroking back to his base and starting all over again.

San raises your ass enough to slip his cock between your thighs. Somehow he’s even harder than Woo and you haven’t even touched him yet. “You wanna fuck me, Sannie?” “Hmm, is that how we ask?” he growls into your neck, grinding against you. Poking your ass out, you lay your head back onto his shoulder, “I want you to fuck my tight little cunt, Sannie. Please.” San grips you by the hips, sinking into you with zero patience. A vibrator has nothing on San’s cock. Woo tangles his fingers in your hair, sliding his thickness between your lips.

Bobbing your head back and forth, you suck your cheeks in---fan them out---mimicking the exact thing your pussy’s doing to San’s cock. It’s a flawlessly choreographed dance between the three of you. San bucking his hips, feeding you every inch. You rolling back against him, taking him like a--- “Pretty little slut---” San’s panting, the slobber dripping down your chin from sucking Woo off making you look like exactly that. Woo holding your head steady while you pump his glistening length, your hand and mouth working together to put his stomach in knots.

With Woo stuffing your cheeks, your screams are muffled when San picks up his pace. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” he says, slapping you on the ass. “Mmpphh” is all you can manage, Woo’s cock hitting the back of your throat. Woo and San bounce you back and forth, whispering praises that have you back on the edge in no time. Your hips stutter, cluing San in that you’re close, and his pace becomes unforgiving. Woo scoops up one of your breasts, pinching your nipples, feeling their weight in his hand. “Don’t stop---shit---y/n. So good. Don’t---” Woo twitches between your lips, pumping his seed directly down your throat.

Never one to be wasteful you drink him down, massaging his balls with your free hand. “Fuck---pussy’s so good y/n---gonna cum” San hisses and you’re cumming again. He cums with you, ropes of white painting your insides from the other end. Woo leans forward, kissing your puffy lips, “I’ll get you some water.” “And a popsicle please.” Woo and San look at each other---back at you---at each other---back at you. San straightens out your skirt, “What for?” Your gaze dances over to Seonghwa and the two of you immediately begin to blush. “We---uh---” Seonghwa stutters, “Don’t worry about it.”

Yeosang politely moves Woo and San away from you. “Excuse me. Sorry” he apologizes, moving between them to sweep you up into his arms, “We’ll get the water.” It’s not that you don’t know Yeosang can pick you up but every time he does you melt. Yeosang carries you toward the kitchen and Seonghwa’s right behind him. “And the uh---yeah.” Jongho hops up to follow them, pushing through San and Woo with zero of the politeness Yeosang offered. “Thanks though” he grins, patting Woo on the shoulder, “But not really.” 

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“Oh my---that’s---that” you gasp, pleasantly surprised at how much you enjoy the sensation. Seonghwa bending you over your dresser and swirling a popsicle in your asshole wasn’t on your 2023 bingo board but he has you wondering why it never was. The chill of the popsicle is calming in a way. You were overheating for a bit there but now? You feel tingly all over. With the popsicle melted and your thighs coated in drips of sticky, strawberry syrup, Seonghwa goes to work licking it off of you. His long tongue trails up your left thigh---down your right thigh. It comes back up to your ass, nibbling at the plush cheeks and making you squeal. He stays there for a second kissing them, massaging them, tickling them with the tip of his tongue.

“Hwa---mmph” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he tongues your candy-coated asshole. Imagine having an itch. Not just any itch. One of those itches that makes it difficult to focus on anything else. One of those itches that refuse to be ignored. But you can’t reach it. No matter how hard you try, your arms just aren’t reaching until---oh god---you finally do. You scratch it and it’s so good that your legs could give out. Nothing, not a single thing, compares to how uniquely amazing that feels. That’s what it feels like to have Seonghwa making figure eights in your ass like his tongue's a professional figure skater.

While you’re bent over seeing stars, he maintains a shaky hold on his cock. Each stroke is slow and deliberate, in sync with yours. “Fuck, you taste so good” he mumbles, fully prepared to smother himself if it means tasting as much of you as possible. You hear a moan you’ve heard a dozen times before. Seonghwa tries to suppress them when he cums even though you wish he wouldn’t. Usually, he hates being messy but his cum has already glazed over his hand and the afterglow is heaven. “Fuck it,” he says to himself, falling across the bed. Spinning around you come face to face with Jongho. “Hey ya cutie” you beam, poking his cheeks.

Sometimes people say that he’s scary, mean even, but when you look at him all you see is your cuddly bear. You drape your arms over his shoulders for support, “Your turn?” Jongho effortlessly lifts you onto the dresser, kissing you like he’s been waiting forever to do it. And he has. “My turn.” He presses the head of his cock against your clit and there they are again. The hot flashes. That thin layer of perspiration on your skin. Jongho grabs your arms, pinning them behind you, and drives into you. “You’re still so wet.” “Not still” you whisper, “This is just for you.” Jongho thrusts into you and you’re full again, his cock much thicker than you remember.

Your exhausted muscles can hardly hold up to being fucked this hard but you don’t have to worry about that. In his arms, you don’t have to worry about anything besides feeling good. He could keep you steady all night if Yeosang weren’t snatching you away, tossing you on the bed. “Yeosang!” you shout, sliding back on the bed, “You can’t just throw people around like that!” Yeosang climbs on top of you, pushing your shirt up, “I can’t?” He brushes a thumb across one of your nipples, lapping at the other as his fingers massage your breast. “You can---shit---do it again” you surrender between shallow breaths.

Yeosang slips into you, his cock pulsing in time with each rise of his hips. His defined arms slip beneath your body, hands locking just behind your back. When he flips you over on top of him, it’s like your whole world’s been turned on its side. He bounces you up and down in his lap, the tremors traveling far behind your core. Just as he picks up a rhythm Jongho tears you away from him, propping you up against the wall. You’d make some smartass comment about Jongho not being good at sharing. If only there were time enough for that.

His arms are already tucked behind your knees, supporting your weight as he fucks you against the wall. “You’re such an addictive little slut, you know that?” he says, and your heart flutters. You just love when he sweet-talks you. The angle he has you at is perfect for stimulating your g spot. He’s bumping right up against it and you’re clamped down around him, as addicted to him as he is to you. “Can I borrow this?” Yeosang asks, peeling you away from Jongho and tossing you back onto the bed. 

This time you’re on your knees. All fours is simply out of the question with how completely destroyed you are. “Are you just gonna toss me around all night?” you whine, burying your face in the blankets. Seonghwa lays his head beside yours, nuzzling up to you. “Of course not” he assures you, his voice warm and comforting, “I won’t throw you around when I have you. A light roll maybe---” 

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“Pirates! Cowboys! Biker gangs!” you mumble incoherently, jolting awake. Shaking off those incredibly strange dreams, you realize that you’re still in bed. Judging from how dark it is in your room, it’s well past midnight. You must’ve fallen asleep after what your aching muscles are telling you was a wrestling match with a bear. A barely awake Yunho tightens his arm around you from behind, “Cowboys? I’ll do anything for you but I am not putting on a cowboy costume.” “I will,” Mingi yawns, cuddling up closer to you from the other side, “I get nice boots. Probably a cool jacket. Ooh, some guns---”

“There are no guns!” you interrupt, “When did you two even get in here?” Yunho shrugs, “A few hours ago. You never came downstairs and we missed you.” The “we” he’s referring to is obvious when you notice how hard he is against your back. “You fell asleep on us” Mingi pouts, a hand running up your thigh to squeeze your ass. You drape a leg around his waist, smooching him on the nose, “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” Mingi pouts even more, knowing how soft you go for him when he does this. “That! You guys are both being so---” “So?” Yunho asks, his long fingers reaching between your legs to stroke your pussy. 

You shiver at the contact. Having Yunho behind you, his cock pressing into the small of your back, his fingers teasing you, makes your heart race. Mingi spreads your thighs, giving Yunho more than enough room to curl his fingers into you. “Finish what you were saying.” “I---uh---” “Uh---uh” Mingi mocks, petting your cheek. You move to playfully slap him but he grabs you by the wrist, kissing you before you can even consider trying anything else. Yunho eases a third finger into your core, “You like it when I play with your little cunt, don’t you?” “Mm-hmm” you hum, lidded eyes glossing over.

Yunho stays focused on tapping your sweet spot while Mingi hypnotizes you with his lips. Mingi has you so drugged, so completely entranced, that you don’t even notice when one of Yunho’s fingers is replaced with his. It’s not until there are four of them inside of you, two of Mingi’s and two of Yunho’s that you feel the difference. Feel the intensity of the stretch. “I think she likes it” Mingi grins, rubbing his thumb against your clit. Yunho follows suit, slipping a thumb into your ass. “Fuck---yes---Yunie---Mingi---mmm!” you cry out, so overstimulated that your eyes begin to water. 

They grind into you harder, forcing out screams louder than any you’ve made tonight. “Please---inside of me---wanna feel you. Both of you” you whine, so lost in how badly you want them that you don’t realize what you’re asking. Mingi slides his hand out, smearing your juices between your folds, “Aah, she’s adventurous tonight. You sure you can handle that?” “I-I can. Ah, shit. I need it.” Yunho spreads his fingers in a V, rolling them around inside of you, stretching you from every angle. Mingi brings the head of his cock to splash in the juices leaking from your needy core and Yunho pulls out of you, focusing instead on freeing himself from his pants.

For a fleeting moment, it occurs to you how fucking insane you are. Mingi and Yunho at the same time? It’s not only the thickness, it’s the length. You wonder if you have a death wish. Mingi guides himself into you, only the first inch, sending shockwaves through your system. If this is how you die, you figure, at least you’ll die happy. Yunho spits into his palm, moistening his length before he brings it to meet your already occupied slit. Mingi slides in another inch or two, keeping his cock flush against the roof of your walls. Yunho raises himself into you, taking his time to watch for any signs that you’re uncomfortable, “Let us know if it’s too much, okay?” You make a little squeak to acknowledge how nice it feels to be protected, even when he’s in the process of tearing you in half.

He begins to slide up into you, pausing to let Mingi push in a little more, then taking his turn again. It’s a toe-curling, lip-biting back and forth to get them both inside of you. Once they are, you're falling apart, screaming, digging your nails into Mingi’s arm. Pulling his shirt up over his head, he gathers the material and shoves it in your mouth. “We don’t want them to think we’re killing you.” You’re so full, stretched beyond your limit, that only one of them can fuck into you at once. There’s no room for anything---or anyone---else. You belong to them. “You’re always worth waiting for but shit” Mingi grunts, his length throbbing, as much as it can given the space.

There’s moisture on your cheeks. You’re crying. Not from pain. No. That initial sting gave way to pleasure once they were both finally inside of you. You’re crying, drenched in your own tears, because parts of you are shifting that you didn’t even know could. Every stroke has your ears ringing, your heart in your stomach. You feel heavy and weightless all at once. The darkness of the room swallows you while somehow managing to be blindingly bright. There’s an explosion somewhere inside, releasing the building pressure. You’re at your peak again, legs kicking like you’re dangling high up. It hits you hard. So hard that you’re not breathing. Breathe, girl, breathe!

Just as you catch your breath and think that you’re maybe---maybe---coming down, Yunho's filling you up like a donut. Mingi pulls out, tapping his head against your clit as warm cum sprays against you. Correction: Filling you up like a glazed donut. The three of you collapse, unable to do much else besides make a series of broken noises. “Hmph mmm mm hmph,” you say? Scream? Mumble? Mingi throws his arm across his chest, understanding your incoherent huffs, and takes the shirt out of your mouth. You pat him lovingly on the head, “Thanks.” 

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Readjusting yourself on the toilet, you rub the partially melted popsicle between your legs. This is nowhere near sexual in nature. You’re just in desperate need of relief from how sore you are after the day’s events. “Aah, yup, that’s the spot” you sigh, “Seonghwa really was onto something.” “Was I?” Seonghwa asks, rubbing his eyes. You jump a bit, startled by his sudden appearance in the doorway. Seonghwa stretches, dragging his feet into the bathroom.

As adorable as he is in his pajamas, his hair a complete mess, seeing him right now isn’t ideal. He shakes off the sleep, taking his time to process what’s going on. “Is that a---” “Ssh, if you tell anyone---” Seonghwa’s cheeks turn rosy, a smile spreading across his face. He takes you by the hand, bringing you to your feet, “Come on.” “Hwa, hold on, do you think? I wasn’t--no. No!” You reach back to drop the popsicle in the sink but Hwa pulls you along. “Hold onto that.”

the law of attraction!

pairing. non idol! uni student! choi san x non idol! fem! uni student! reader

synopsis. is it a blessing or curse in disguise that you and your best friend are in the same psych 340 class? you're not quite sure and you don't want to know either because you get to spend time with your favorite in this entire world - until it starts becoming too hard to control the feelings you have for him. choi san is everything and more to you and you desperately need to be away from him before you accidentally end up kissing him one of these days. except, your prof seems to have different plans when he assigns you and san to be partners for a project... on the law of attraction.

warnings. a little kiss, cursing, a little jealousy, a dt (someone save wooyo!), food/eating

genres. fluff, comedy, romance, friends to lovers, mutual pining

ft. non idol! yeosang, non idol! wooyoung

wc. 3.2k

reblogs and comments are appreciated! helps with not getting shadowbanned!

TRUTH be told, if someone were to tell you that your professor would assign your best friend as your partner to do a research paper on the law of attraction, you’d laugh in their face. why would you do that? it’s simple really: you’d been trying for years (three to be exact) to get choi san to look at you in a romantic way, but nothing ever happened. so why now? why did the universe suddenly do this to you after you swore you’d try moving on from that man? what’s worse is that you have to work on this paper for half of the semester, and you think you’d rather go insane than to work on the paper with choi san.

but that’s how you find yourself sitting across from san at the table in your apartment, laptops open as you both type away what research you find, piping up once in a while to talk about what you’ve found. your mouth runs dry each time you look up to peer at san, taking notice of how his glasses would sometimes fall down the bridge of his nose only for him to push them back, taking notice of how he’d run his hand through his newly-dyed red hair, taking notice of how he’d furrowed his eyebrows when reading something on the screen. eventually, san stretches in his seat, eyes flickering over to you and finding you already staring at him.

he blinks at you, tilting his head. “is there something on my face?”

you shake your head, looking back at the screen in front of you. “no, i was just thinking,” you mumble, already typing away. “you know i have a bad habit of staring at anything when i’m thinking.”

san chuckles softly. “you’re right,” he says, sighing. “have you found anything new?”

snorting, you look up at him. “besides the usual? like attracts like? positive thinking only?” you close your eyes. “i think i’ve hit a dead end over here, what about you?” you open an eye to look at him.

the male also shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “i’ve basically found the same. how about we start sorting out what we want to include?”

“sounds like a plan,” you groan, stretching your fingers out. “but can we take a break first? i think my ass is numb.”

san laughs. it’s a hearty sound, something that makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside knowing that you’re the reason behind the dimpled grin on his lips. eventually, he calms down and nods, standing up and disappearing into your kitchen. “do you want something to eat?”

“are you asking that as you raid my fridge?” you stare in amusement as san pops his head out from the kitchen, sticking his tongue out at you before retreating back inside.

“yes,” he calls out, followed by the sound of him rummaging through whatever you have. “but i’m also asking in case you’re hungry and want something to eat.”

you think for a moment before replying. “i guess,” you drawl out. “or do you want to order take out?”

“take out!” san says, emerging out from the kitchen. “dude, you have absolutely nothing in your kitchen.”

grimacing, you take out your phone. “i guess that means i have to go grocery shopping on wednesday,” you glance up from your phone, looking at san through your eyelashes. “what do you want to order?”

“a pizza is fine,” he replies. “or fried chicken? i don’t know, you pick.”

“but sannie,” you whine. “you know i can’t choose!”

“okay, okay,” he says, holding out his hand. “i’ll choose, and we’ll split the bill.”

“thank you,” you sing, kissing his cheek and skipping over to the couch where you fall face-first into the cushions.

san laughs before you feel that he’s standing on the other end of the couch, lifting your legs up so he could sit and letting them drop on his lap. “here,” he says, tapping your back with your phone. “i ordered from that pizza place down the street. it should be here in half an hour because they got a lot of orders today.”

“damn,” you say, your voice muffled. “i guess that means we’re going to have an hour-long break.”

“um, no,” san says, chuckling. “we’re going to have a thirty minute break, talk about the project, eat and talk about the project, and then work on the project.”

“project this, project that!” you shuffle around so you can look at san, your cheek pressed against the couch as you reach out to grab your phone. “how about we work on it tomorrow? it’s getting pretty late, you know.”

humming, the male pats your legs, taking out his phone to scroll through whatever he opened. “nice try, yn. but we are going to finish what we started.”

“yessir,” you mumbled, turning to face away from him and going on your phone. it’s then that you see that you have an unread message from someone. tapping on the icon, you see that yeosang, a childhood friend of yours that san has yet to meet, sent you something. yeosang’s humor was a little different from yours, but you found everything funny, so you start laughing at what he sent, shooting up to sit straighter. “you’re stupid,” you laugh, recording what you had just said before typing something else.

san leans over, peering down at your phone. “yeo?” he says, his eyebrows furrowed. “who’s that?”

“yeosang,” you say, your laughter subsiding into giggles, continuing to type as yeosang immediately replies to your message. “you know, my childhood friend.”

“ah,” he hums, nodding. “the one who goes to the uni on the other side of town?”

you nod. “that’s the one! i think he’ll be dropping by to visit. said he’s free this whole week because he finished all of his assignments last week. oh my gosh,” you gasp, turning around and smiling at him. “you two can finally meet each other!”

san laughs softly. “right,” he says. “finally meeting the guy you grew up with.”

“yup! yeo is kind of awkward, by the way,” you say, going back to texting said person. “but he’s a great guy once he gets comfortable with you.”

“is that so…” san mumbles, glancing at you before turning his attention back on his phone. “well, i can’t wait ‘till then.”

it’s then that the doorbell rings. you stand up, heading over towards the door. san jumps up when you squeal, only coming face-to-face with you hugging some guy like your life depended on it.

“yeo, i thought you weren’t stopping by until thursday?”

san feels his stomach drop to the ground as he realizes that the guy you were just hugging, the guy who looks way too handsome for his own good, the guy who is making you smile so much that you seem to be glowing, is none other than this kang yeosang guy he’s been hearing so much about since he meet you in your first year of college together. it’s funny that it’s taken so long for him to meet yeosang, having befriended you instantly after meeting each other at orientation three years ago. he kind of wishes this moment never happened because damn is he feeling so insecure right now.

“yeo, yeo!” you grab his hand, a bounce in your steps as you lead him inside your apartment, yeosang clutching onto the pizza box as he lets you lead him inside your humble abode. you stop when you’re standing in front of san, still grinning. “this is san, the guy i talk to you about. san, this is yeosang, also the guy i talk to you about.”

yeosang places the pizza box you two had ordered on the table next to him, turning around and awkwardly sticking his hand out. “nice to meet you,” he says.

san looks down at his hand, staring at it before slowly reaching out to shake it. he accidentally ends up using a little too much strength because when he looks up to face yeosang, he finds that yeosang is taken aback. he’s confused for a second before yeosang’s grip becomes stronger, taking san aback this time because wow is yeosang strong.

“oh, uh,” yeosang is the first to pull his hand away, sending san a weirded out look of sorts before gesturing towards the pizza box that sits on your table with a nod of his head. “i got this from the delivery guy before ringing the doorbell.”

“thank you, yeo.”

when san glances at you, he’s surprised to see you and yeosang already standing next to each other, looming over the pizza box as you open it. you glance back at san as yeosang holds out a slice for himself and you, motioning him over with a wave of your hand. as he grabs a slice, you whisper something into yeosang’s ear, the male nodding and going over to sit in a chair while you grasp san’s arm, gently pulling him away and into the corridor that leads to your room and the guest bedroom on the opposite end.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, effectively snapping san out of his thoughts.

he clears his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose and then rubbing the back of his neck. “nothing,” he says. “why?”

you narrow your eyes at him, shifting your weight onto your right leg. “because you’re acting weird,” you huff. “listen, if you feel uncomfortable with yeo, tell me, san. i want both of my favorite people in this world to get along with each other.”

favorite people. he, choi san, is one of your favorite people. he hopes it’s just him and mr kang yeosang that’s sitting at your dining table eating away at the pizza he paid for the both of you… regardless of the elephant in the room (in his mind, that being yeosang), san still feels giddy because you just said he is one of your favorite people in this world.

so he nods, following you back into the living room only to deflate when you and yeosang are basically in your own little world.

this, he realizes, was going to be a long night and you two probably won’t be able to finish the goal at hand: the research paper on the law of attraction.

“i’m telling you man,” san huffs into the phone, glancing out of the corridor to see you and yeosang chatting away. “yeosang and yn are attached to the hip… and quite literally!”

he hears wooyoung cackle through other line, wincing at the sound and lifting his phone away from his ear. “dude,” he says. “i told you time and time and time again that you should just make a move on her already!”

san barely gets to reply while he’s busy glaring holes at the back of yeosang’s head, almost choking on air at wooyoung’s next words.

“yn is so in love with you!”

coughing, san glances back to see you turn your head in his direction, worry written all over your features. he quickly hides behind the wall, his back pressed against it as you call out his name.

“i’m fine!” he says. “wooyoung just told me a really funny joke.”

you ah. “okay! tell wooyoung i said hi, by the way!”

“will do!” san waits a couple seconds before angrily whispering into his phone, “jung wooyoung, i am going to kill you next time i see you, you hear me? you’re a dead man.”

“uh-huh,” wooyoung dryly replies. “you’re probably going to die from jealousy before you can even lay a finger on me to be honest. which is why you should probably just confess already!”

san groans, running a hand down his face. “wooyoung, for the millionth time already,” he says. “she does not like me. if anything, she’s probably in love with kang yeosang.”

wooyoung hums. “yeah, keep lying to yourself. listen man,” he pauses for a few seconds, and san can hear some shuffling going on from wooyoung’s end. “i know what i’m saying. that girl is so in love you.”

“woo—”

“shut up and let me finish,” wooyoung snaps. “yn looks at you like you hung the entire galaxy for her, she is that in love with you. yeosang’s probably just like a brother to her, so just man up already and confess to her! i’m getting tired of you two pining over each other, it’s sickening. now,” he clears his throat, “i have to go because i have a date.”

“you have a date?” san asks. “with who—”

“bye, sannie~”

while san was busy talking with wooyoung, you were busy trying to deflect the obvious elephant in the room that yeosang kept bringing up.

“yn,” yeosang sighs. “you need to confess already.”

“wow,” you gasp. “will you look at that?”

yeosang furrows his eyebrows, prompting you to continue. “it looks like i don’t give a fuck!”

he groans at your response. “listen here, missy,” he says, huffing in annoyance. “i’m getting annoyed with his constant glaring and i’m getting annoyed at you, too.”

“what?” you ask, pointing at yourself. “how the heck am i annoying you?”

“you’re literally always complaining to me about trying to move on from him when you keep doing the opposite! either do something or i will.”

you scoff, narrowing your eyes. “you wouldn't dare.”

“oh,” yeosang throws his head back, laughing before he rolls his head to the side, looking at you dead in the eye. “i would.”

his phone rings, making him take his phone out. he unlocks it, reading whatever he was seeing before standing up just as san walks back into the living room.

“i have to go,” yeosang says. you stand up and follow him to the door. “my girlfriend said her mom wants to take us out for lunch,” he pauses, grimacing. “she's probably going to make us wear what her mom gave us a while back…”

you snort, leaning against the doorway as yeosang slips his shoes on, san standing behind you and resting his chin on your head, almost as if it was second nature to do so. yeosang quirks an eyebrow in amusement while you start speaking. “the ones you showed me a while back?” you ask. “you know, the ones that said she's with—”

“stop,” yeosang says, sighing as he holds up his hand. “don't remind me.”

yeosang opens the door, and you push yourself off the wall and head to hug him. “do something about your crush, okay?” yeosang whispers, pulling away and waving at san.

you hum. “i'll think about it. tell her i said hi, by the way.”

“will do.”

with that, yeosang leaves and you and san stay at the doorway before you shut the door.

“i, uh, didn't know he had a girlfriend,” says san all of a sudden. you look up at him as you walk past him and back to the dining table where you grab your laptop off the surface and head to your couch.

“yeosang and his girlfriend have been dating since we started college,” you hum, plopping down and opening your laptop. “she's amazing. they compliment each other well.”

“is that so?” san follows you, taking his laptop off the dining table and sitting down next to you.

“yeah,” you say. “should we… start working on the project?”

san nods, quietly opening his laptop. he doesn't know why, but he feels like his shoulders feel lighter and he can actually breathe now that he yeosang left and now that he knows yeosang has a girlfriend.

somehow, the sun has already disappeared and has been replaced by a sliver of the moon, both you and san also (somehow) find yourselves sitting on the ground. san has his legs splayed underneath the coffee table while you have your legs up to your knee, laptop propped on top of them.

“i say we approach this differently,” you say. “everyone's going to be applying the law on friends and whatnot, but we should apply it to each other.”

san raises his eyebrows, his fingers stopping their little dance across his keyboard as he looks at you. “apply it to each other?”

you nod. “yeah! think about it,” placing your laptop on the coffee table, you twist around to face and san does the same, knees bumping into each other. “since everybody basically has the same information and will have the same approach to the application, we should try approaching it differently so we can get a better grade than the rest.”

“and how do you want to go about it?” san yawns, groaning softly as he stretches his arms.

“that is an excellent question.” you grin, leaning forwards slightly. san quietly gasps, eyes widening. he hopes you didn't hear, and it seems like you didn't because you carry on with your thought. “honestly, since it's just basically manifestation, positive vibes only, like attracts like stuff,” you pause, huffing, “i guess we should take the easy approach with like attracts like, unfortunately.”

“how about we do that and the manifestation part?” he hums.

“that's not a bad idea,” you say. “we can honestly then weave in the positive vibes only rule since technically the manifestation and like attracts like are… the same.”

your eyebrows furrow as you think about the realization you just had, making san giggle. the noise grabs your attention, and san feels short of breath as you stare at him with stars in your eyes. as if in a trance, you both start leaning forwards until you're almost touching noses.

“like attracts like,” you whisper, almost as if you're afraid that if you speak any louder, whatever is going on right now would get ruined.

san nods, humming, not trusting his voice at the moment. his eyes flicker down to your lips before flickering back to your eyes, staring at you in surprise at your next words.

“i like you san.”

“you,” he breathes out, licking his lips nervously. “you like me?”

you slowly nod, watching his every movement. “i do… the question now here is: do you like me back?”

san grins, dimples appearing as he leans forwards, resting his forehead against yours as his breath fans your lips. “i like you,” he says. “i've liked you since our first year.”

you gasp, pulling back immediately and slapping his shoulder. “you… you're an idiot, choi san!”

he whines, rubbing the spot on his arm that you had slapped. “what did i do?”

“are you blind?” you huff with narrowed eyes, arms crossed over your chest. “i've been trying to get you to like me since then!”

“what?” san looks at you, genuinely surprised. “are you sure? because i swear i was the one that was trying to get you to like me.”

as you stare at each other, you both burst out into laughter.

“wow,” you say in between your giggles. “maybe like really does attract like.” implying that both of you are dumb.

san finds himself smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt as he cups your cheeks, running his thumb over the expanse of your cheek gently. “yeah,” he breathes out, his gaze flickering over your face until it falls on your lips. “maybe you're right.”

“you know i'm usually right,” you quietly reply, looking up at san through your eyelashes before closing your eyes just as san presses his lips against yours.

Cupid's Arrow - Choi San

Synopsis: You refused to spend another Valentine's Day alone. You have tried online dating, having friends set you up on spontaneous dates, and even made efforts to flirt in public. This year, you were settling for something a bit different - speed-dating.

Pairing: non-idol!Choi San x fem. reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, trying to find love in a major city

Warning: mentions alcohol consumption, slight vulgar language, suggestive sexual activity

Word Count: 3.8k

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"This is.. West 4th-Washington Square. Please stand clear of the opening doors."

Your heart was racing, your body practically trembling as you stared forward. Was this actually going to happen?

Ding

Quickly but carefully, you pushed yourself out of the opening of the subway. You didn't want to get trampled by the crowds of people trying to get in. You've learned better to just move as quickly as possible if you want to make it to your destination on time.

You also learned how easily frustrated people get when they are behind someone who either doesn't know where they are going or is just walking slowly.

Last year, you took the leap of faith and moved to New York City. Like many others, you dreamed of moving to this extravagant place to make a name for yourself. You daydreamed of walking the busy streets and having a cute tiny apartment with a skyline view. You sacrificed that latter wish for an in-unit washer and dryer - a real jackpot find!

While you certainly have made friends in the city, you often find yourself frustrated with the dating department. You have been on several first dates, a few that turned into second and third dates. One or two turned into potential relationships.

Yet, it would quickly fizzle out.

At first, you thought that it was something with you. You tried changing how you approach first dates, how you dress for them - anything that you thought you could be doing wrong was thought over meticulously.

"The problem isn't you," your roommate vowed. Your racing mind was settled by the NYC Dating Queen herself. She has been through the wringer with guys throughout the whole city. "You're in your 20s in New York City," she laughed. "Most guys are thinking with their dick first then their brain. Ever notice how many guys are reaching back out, begging for another chance?"

You slowly nodded your head. "Yeah, which is so annoying because by the time they think straight, I've already moved on."

Maybe you were a bit old-fashioned when it came to love. No, you weren't in the market to settle down quite yet. You wanted to meet someone and take things slow, go on dates, and be exclusive before making that big of a commitment. Getting the conversation out of the dating apps was the first milestone you wanted to achieve.

"Good! Don't give them any type of satisfaction. All of these guys are dates from Tinder?" "Yep," you announced, making sure to pop the 'p' before taking a sip out of your wine glass. "So you're also getting the mix of tourist guys who are just horny and wanting to fuck while visiting the city."

You groaned at the realization, your head leaning back against the arm of the couch. How was she always right about this kind of stuff?

"You deserve to meet your prince charming in another way. Clearly, dating apps are not cutting it." "And going up to a guy at the bar scares me," you confessed before fixing your posture.

The two of you were sitting on the couch. It was a snowy night in the city which caused many of your evening plans to get canceled. The two of you were nestled on the couch, watching a movement on HBO Max with a chilled bottle of red wine. Your other roommate managed to escape the apartment to go on a date tonight. Lucky bitch.

"You know how our lovely roommate is out on a date?"

You nodded again as you looked over, an eyebrow raised. Wherew as this going?

"She only got together with him once she deleted the dating apps and tried something different." And the look on your other roommate's face told you she had something planned for you.

That was how you find your way navigating through the busy streets of Manhattan. You had no idea that speed-dating was so popular, or that it could be successful. Your roommate's current relationship gave you hope that meeting someone this authentically could be the solution to your problems.

Tonight, speed-dating was taking place at a bar in Greenwich Village. You've honestly been trying to come grab brunch here as you were drawn to the aesthetics shown off on social media.

It did bring a smile to your face to see the white-painted door surrounded by vines. Three brick steps led up to the front door. It was like a little escape room all the steel and concrete of the city.

Even though you were ecstatic to be going to this new place, it didn't help your nerves. You were the type of person who loved getting to know someone for sure, but something was intimidating about going on multiple "first dates." You had to put on a good impression for more than an hour.

“Hi, you also hear for the speed dating?” A voice called out from beside you.

You looked over to see the most gorgeous man. He was tall, dressed in a black button up which peaked from the grey winter coat he was wearing. His hair was sleeked back with a few strands framing his forehead. He also wore this soft smile which made your knees weak. He was definitely going to be hot commodity tonight.

You nodded slightly, offering also a gentle smile. “How could you tell?” “Let’s just say I’m hoping to get to know you better tonight,” he said, winking.

It took everything in you not to let your jaw drop. You never met someone who spoke so coolly. He was the total package.

“Come on, let’s get you out of the cold. You’re practically shivering.”

Maybe it was from the chilly evening hair. Or maybe it was your nerves overriding your system. Either way, you were not going to disclose the truth. Not when this gentleman had his hand placed on your lower back to help you inside.

“Already trying to win me over?” You asked teasingly. “How could you tell?” He asked, matching your tone from earlier.

The two of you shared soft laughter as you crossed the threshold into the cocktail bar. There were tables lined up with white linen, a candle in the middle, and a short bouquet of flowers. Frank Sinatra was playing overheard, both screaming New York and romance. The mystery man stood slightly behind you, his hand leaving your back which you already missed.

“Hi! Sorry, we are closed for a private event,” the hostess said. “Oh no, sorry! We are both here for the speed-dating event,” you explained.

The hostess blush lightly from her mistake before nodding her head. “My apologizes, I assumed you two were already a couple since you walked in together. Can I get your name, please?”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the insinuation. Sure, you guys happened to cross paths with the handsome stranger. Possibilities were endless though!

“Y/f/n y/l/name” “Great! All checked in. Here is your number ticket that indicates your table. And here is two drink tickets for the evening.”

You nodded, saying a quick “thank you.” You took the tickets before putting your phone in your purse. It bought you enough time to overhear the stranger behind you and gain some pieces of his identity.

“And your name, sir?” “Choi San.”

You smiled to yourself once you got his name. Choi San.

Not wanting to linger anymore, you began making your way to the long row of tables. Each table had a heart laminated and taped to the table. They were numbered 1-16. Glancing down at your ticket, you saw you were placed at number 7, your own lucky number.

More people were beginning to file into the establishment. However, you were trying your best not to scope out too much. You wanted to go into this open-minded, wanting to take in the experience while remaining open to the potential of finding a new connection. It didn’t help that your mind was already infiltrated with a man named Choi San.

“Looks like I’ll have to wait a little bit to get to know you, pretty girl,” San said.

He winked at you as he passed by your table, heading towards Table 8. Looks like you’ll be ending your night on a high note if he would be your last encounter of the night. You watched him for a moment. He sat on the opposite side of you, giving an indicator that the men will either be transitioning or the females will.

Feeling your eyes on him, he looked over at you too quickly for your liking. It didn’t give you enough of a chance to glance away. Your cheeks were also a key indicator what you had been up to, which weren’t really concealed despite the dimmed lighting. He chuckled lightly underneath his breath before he got to work at shrugging off his jacket.

You couldn’t pull your eyes away when his jacket off did in fact confirm the black button up he was wearing. What kept your attention was the way his fingers got to work unbuttoning the top 2, revealing his golden chest underneath. You wanted to be respectful, but you couldn’t help but slightly gawk at the man adjacent from you.

“Keep your eyes on me, angel. I’ll be coming for you.”

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"Welcome ladies and gentleman to our fifth annual Cupid's Speeding Dating! Here is how it's going to go. Men are going to move to the left, switching the seat to chat with a new woman. You will have five minutes to make your best first impression."

Your eyes shifted over towards San, seeing that he would be moving further away from you at first. However, that just means you get to be the last person he talks to tonight.

"You know, there are a lot of things I can do in 5 minutes." You were interrupted by your internal thoughts by the man across from you. Your nose scrunched up as you understand quickly what he was suggesting.

"Please do not exchange numbers or socials until the next of the event. We want to make sure you are investing more into your conversations."

The guy across from you smirked again, winking. Ugh! Does this guy really think he has a chance?

You leaned back into the seat, wanting to create distance from you and your first date of the evening. You weren't much of a person to fixate on appearances. I mean, the guy was quite attractive. Yet, the moment he opened his mouth, all possible attraction flew out the door. It honestly just made you yearn more for San.

Noticing movement out of his peripheral, San glanced over. He flashed you a smile before going to pay attention to his current date. Sure, he knew he was most excited to talk to you, but he also didn't want to be rude. He just couldn't help but glance over to make sure you were okay.

"You can begin!" The host said excitedly.

Soon, the cocktail bar was filled with chatter. You decided to take a sip of water to ease your nerves, but also try to come up with a conversation to have with this guy. You were forced to be sat at the same time for the next five minutes anyways.

"So, what's your favorite position?"

This might possibly be the longest five minutes of your life.

Luckily, the guy talked more about himself which helped time run out. He was leaning across the table, as if he was trying to look down the top of your dress which caused you to only lean back into the wooden back of the chair. You also were silently thankful when the waitress brought over your first drink of the evening.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

"Okay, gentleman, please move one to your left."

The guy across from you let out a groan before pushing himself up. "I'll catch you after tonight," the guy said, winking. "Maybe we can go home together. Or slip into the bathroom for a little fun." You didn't even catch his name nor did you want to.

"It was nice chatting with you," San said next to you. "Good luck this evening!" There is an example of a gentleman.

As he got up to head to the next table, he smiled once more at the girl he was first chatting to. He also took a moment to glance at you, smiling a bit brighter. You felt as if you were going to melt in your seat. You just had to wait 14 more rounds before you got to be alone with San.

The second quickly blended itself until the 10th round. Sure, you loved chatting with the guys, and you could see yourself potentially going on a real first date with one or two. However, the whole time, you kept glancing over at San.

It would cause a twitch in your heart when he laughed at another girl's joke. The further he separated from you, the less you noticed his eyes finding yours. The reality that he could be more interested in someone else was beginning to set in. He could very much land at your table, being the last date of the night, and be exhausted. He could already have his heart set on another which caused you to sigh softly.

"I see you have eyes for someone already."

Looking up, you were greeted by a wide smile. The gentleman in front of you took a seat in front of you, running his hands through his hair to push back his hair. He was wearing an all-black outfit - dress pants that had a white, thin strip running up the side; a black v-neck that showed the silver chain around his neck, and a slightly oversized black sport coat.

"Sorry," you laughed lightly, blushing a bit. You didn't want to give off the wrong impression, especially when this gentleman seemed kind.

"No need to be sorry. Should introduced myself since it sees that you're gawking at my best friend," he said proudly. "My name is Wooyoung, and you are?"

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit intrigued. "Y/n." You took a sip out of your cocktail before setting it down on the counter. "You are friends with San?" "Oh, I see you two are on a first-name basis now. When is the wedding?"

Your cheeks got hotter as you took another sip out of your drink, which caused the young man to laugh. "Don't worry, I've seen him checking you out as well." "Stop, you're just saying that," you laughed. "We only met literally 30 minutes ago. There is no way that he is checking me out and I haven't noticed."

Leaning back into his chair, a smug grin curled onto his lips. He had one hand on the table, and the other resting on the back of the chair.

"You have no reason to trust me since I'm a complete stranger. However, I know my best friend. And I can tell you right now that if you look to my right side, you would be able to see San. And I bet he's fuming that his best friend is chatting up the girl he's been eyeing all evening."

You raised an eyebrow at this man's analysis. He looked at you challengingly, egging you on to look over to his right.

Unable to resist, you looked over. Your eyes widened as you noticed San was glancing from his date over to your table. His fists were clenched slightly while he did his best to maintain his composure in front of the woman he was chatting to. Yet, it was as if steam was about to shoot out of his ears.

"See?" Wooyoung said triumphantly. "You've got San wrapped around your pretty little finger, y/n."

Seeing San make eye contact with you, his eyes widened before he quickly looked away. You couldn't help but smile a bit brighter, your confidence starting to rise again. Maybe Wooyoung was right after all.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

"I'll definitely be seeing you around, y/n. Have a good rest of your evening," Wooyoung announced. He pushed himself up from his seat, about to move to the next table.

One thing you learned about Wooyoung in your short encounter was that he was filled with evil schemes and plots. For example, calling out how you and San kept looking at each other as if nobody could notice. You learned that while San was his best friend, he also liked getting a rise out of him.

Before you could say anything back to him, Wooyoung moved closer to you. He leaned down to press a firm kiss to your cheek, one everyone at the speed-dating event could see. Your eyes widened at his action. What was he thinking?!

People seemed to notice which caused cheers from the guys in attendance while the other women gasped. "Please keep it moving, Romeo," the event host announced. "You'll have enough time to show affection later."

"You'll thank me later," he whispered to you before moving to the seat at the next table.

You felt a bit guilty for not remembering the four guys. They seemed very friendly, having personalities that made it easy to talk to. You guys couldn't describe what on Earth was even said, not when your mind was counting down until you finally got to talk to San.

"You're a great listener, y/n. Too early to ask for your number?" "The host said no exchanging until after."

You looked over to see San standing up straight. You didn't think he did so maliciously, but it was obvious he was annoyed by the guy still sitting down. The guy you just talked to glanced over at you before putting his hands up in surrender and getting up.

Just as quick as the guy stood up, San slid into the seat. He moved the chair in so he could lean slightly over the table. "Do you like knowing your a hot commodity, angel?" He asked softly, a drastic change from how he just spoke.

"I have no idea what you are referring to," you said innocently.

San's hand moved to rest close to yours, his fingertips ghosting over your own. It sent electric shocks throughout your body just be being in close proximity.

"So you don't want to admit that my best friend had you giggling? You couldn't have thought that Wooyoung was seriously that funny. He gets all his best jokes from me!"

You could see San was getting a bit worked up. His chest was puffed up, wanting to present himself as a better option against whoever stood in his way, even if it was his best friend. Little did San know he had no true competition when you've had your eyes on him all evening.

"Actually, I found it adorable how jealous you get. Wooyoung merely pointed out this fact," you said, smirking.

You noticed then San's shoulders slump over a bit. His cheeks were flushed as he stared at you for a moment before looking towards the end of the row where Wooyoung was. Wooyoung, who was watching you two this whole time and offered a wave over to you two.

Sensing that San was getting a bit flustered, you moved your hand to rest on his. This caused his attention to move back to you, a smile curling onto his lips. He glanced down at your hands, eyes flickering to yours. You were not sure what he was looking for, but it became clear once he slipped his fingers in between yours.

And he looks for consent before doing anything? What a jackpot.

"I'll have to admit though. I was also getting jealous. I didn't like seeing you laugh with other girls when it should've been me," you confessed. Sure, you were just as embarrassed owning up to your faults, but you also hoped an ounce of your truth made San feel better.

It seemed to do the trick as his body relaxed. His thumb gently caresses the side of your index finger. You noticed his eyes were not leaving yours whatsoever, unlike before when his eyes would wonder around.

"Well, darlin', we don't need to wait anymore. You've got me all to yourself."

You and San spent the next hour or so chatting. You talked about your childhood, how you both ended up in New York City, and all your favorite things. Every time you talked, San looked at you as if you were made out of gems. He just adored listening to you, finally being sat at the same table with you.

San has always wanted to come to the United States. At first, it was to practice his English. However, he quickly realized that he wanted to learn more about people. He was currently researching graduate programs to study Sociology.

So not only is he kind and physically attractive, but he also was outgoing and intelligent. He was just checking every one of your boxes!

But he also was falling hard for you. He was impressed with how you took a leap into moving to New York City by himself. He was lucky to have Wooyoung whoo made the whole transition easier, so he couldn't imagine taking on the city solo. He admired your courage.

He also wouldn't vocalize it quite yet but he almost felt as if you two were destined to be in the same city.

The two of you didn't even notice that the other participants had left. The guys you had talked to tried staying around to grab your number, fuming at how San seemed to have snatched all your attention. Being the great friend Wooyoung is, he ushered them out so you and San could be uninterrupted.

It was as if Wooyoung was your own Cupid, doing everything in his power to make sure the love connection worked.

"I'm sorry, love birds, but we need to close up for the night."

San and you looked around, not realizing that all the tables had been cleaned and cleared after the event. The room was silent except for the noise of movement in the kitchen.

Looking back at you, he bit his lip. The clogs were stirring in his mind as if he was trying to figure out what to do next. Of course, you two would leave the cocktail bar, but then what? He looked as if he was afraid to say goodbye, and so were you.

"Why don't we walk around the Village? I'm sure we could find a late-night diner that isn't too crowded." "That sounds perfect."

San helped you out of the table before lifting yup your winter coat. He held it out for you, assisting you in slipping your arms through the sleeves. You turned slightly to press a kiss to his cheek, which made San light up like a little kid on Christmas day.

He quickly slipped on his own jacket before going to rest his hand back on your lower back. He nodded his head, both apologizing for overstaying but thanking the host for putting together the event.

She smiled understandingly as she witnessed San escort you back outside. His free hand pushes the front door open for you.

Maybe love did exist in New York City after all.

One Day At A Time - Choi San

Synopsis: Work is a major source of anxiety for you. You try your best to leave the stressors of your job at work, but sometimes, the little voices in your head get louder the moment you walk in the front door. Luckily for you, your boyfriend San is there to rid of every worry you might have.

Pairing: Idol!Choi San x Teacher!Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluffy comfort

Warnings: contains descriptions of anxiety.

Always remember to take care of yourself, whether you have anxiety or experience any other type of mental health decline. You are stronger than your toughest days. My DMs are always open if you need to talk/vent!

Word Count: 1.7k

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Your shoulders were slumped as you trudged up the steps to your apartment. All you wanted to do was curl up underneath the covers of your bed and hide from the rest of the world.

This was an ongoing feeling when you came home from your job. Often, you give all your energy in the classroom so it is easy to disassociate because of the low energy level you had once you exited the classroom. You would give your 100% to your students.

Today, you began to question if it was worth it. Not when your principal viewed you as falling short of expectations. You always found yourself working on lesson plans, on PowerPoints, and on other deliverables. All you wanted was to give your students everything but it still seemed like it wasn't enough.

Slowly, you slipped your shoes off by the door and placed your pink backpack on the floor. Not even shrugging off your jacket made the weight you feel lighter.

"Baby? Are you home?"

Your heart fluttered at the sound of your boyfriend. San. Your wonderful, amazing San. He was the ideal boyfriend, almost too perfect. He was there to let you rehearse lesson plans with you, letting you practice your delivery over and over again. You always heard the first year of teaching was the hardest, but this felt impossible. Yet, San was not going to let you give up on your craft.

He was constantly cheering you on. When you came home tired from a long day at work, he was there with a glass of wine ready to help you decompress. Often, he slipped little notes of encouragement either in your backpack or in the lunch. It was as if he knew those notes were your encouragement to get through the hard days.

When you decided to become a teacher, you thought that your toughest obstacle would be connecting with your students and handling uncomfortable parent-teacher conversations. What you didn't consider was having passive-aggressive school leadership that made it difficult to approach.

Honestly, most of your anxiety from your principal. Every single time you saw her, you felt your chest tighten. She was just unpredictable. You felt like you were walking on egg shells around her.

"Yeah, it's me," you called out.

Immediately, footsteps began to descend from the bedroom into the main part of the apartment. His footsteps sounded urgent as the padding of his feet hit the wooden floor.

All you could do was stand there. You didn't like being this type of person, not when San dropped everything for you. There was a part of you deep down that felt guilty because you know how crazy his schedule is. Yet, he still makes sure you know and never doubt not only his intentions with you but that he was constantly going to be here for you.

His heart broke at the sight. You looked so defeated, so burnt out. San knew your passion for education and making a difference. It was one of the reasons why San fell for you.

Yet, what he didn't like was that his angel was clearly upset.

"Bad day?" "The worst day."

If only he could absorb all your sadness. Honestly, he adored watching you on the day-to-day prepping for your students. You genuinely enjoyed that aspect of the job, learning the material and discovering the best methods of presenting it to your students. He always saw the passion and drive you held.

It was like you were center stage when you stood in front of the TV in the living room and presented the lesson to him as if he was one of your students.

Yet, right now, it looked like you were completely drained. And hated that.

Words didn't need to be exchanged. He knew what you needed, especially as you stood in front of him with tears in your eyes. The moment he saw a few were threatening to fall, he jumped into action.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close. One of your favorite things about San was his hugs. It was as if he tried to squeeze all the sadness out of you. He made sure to keep one arm wrapped around you, so his fingertips could run up and down your spine. Your head nuzzled into his shoulders where your tears immediately began to soak the black t-shirt he had slipped on.

"I've got you. You can let it out. Whatever you need, sweet girl. I'm ready to give it all to you," he murmured to you.

Tiny kisses to your head were placed. His free hand moved to let the hair fall from the scrunch that had your hair pulled back into a low bun. He slipped the scrunch around his own wrist, ready for duty if needed. However, he knew one of the things you looked forward to doing when you stepped through the door was letting your hair down.

And it worked almost every time. Tonight, you needed something a bit extra.

"It was awful," you murmured into his clothed shoulder.

San knew immediately what you were talking about. You've been anxious over the past week and a half about your mid-year review at work. The anxiety only got worse when you received the Google Calendar invite.

Nothing could have prepared you for the shit show you walked into. It seemed as if everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. And San hated knowing all the hard work you put in was not getting acknowledged. You've been warned about coworkers how the first mid-year review tends to go. She tends to lean in hard, almost showing no remorse.

It felt like you had gone to a squaring match with a grizzly bear with no protection. You felt like you were beaten down to a pulp.

"What can I do for you?"

Once again, San proved that he was the best guy. Even after a long day of rehearsals for Coachella next month, he was in boyfriend mode. You tried your best to pour just as much love as possible back into him. Often, you wonder what you did to get so lucky to get such a considerate guy.

Not to mention he was attractive. He was honestly a dream come true. But to San, he was the one living the dream come true. You were his world, his princess. He would move mountains for you if you asked. You pulled your head back, so he could hear you better. "Just be here. Please. I don't want to talk about it."

That's all San needed to hear. With ease, he lifted you up and kept his hands underneath you to support you. Your arms wrapped around San's neck with your fingers running through the hair at the back of his head. This was what you always did as a comfort, and it also benefitted San because he loved the feeling of your hands on him.

He walked the two of you over to the couch. He knew in the moments you got emotional, you either wanted to be close like this or sprawl out. The couch offered the opportunity to switch if you desired, or he would be willing to carry you to your shared bedroom. You had San wrapped around your finger, but you didn't even know.

Everyone always commented on how he looked at you. His gaze always got compared to a Disney prince. You never doubted his love for you, but you almost couldn't believe it. San has never been happier, even when his members might tease him a bit about being whipped.

San had got himself situated on the couch. His hands left from beneath you to wrap fully around you. His arms pulled you in close, which caused you to sigh in relief. Both to be wrapped up in his arms but also feel his body heat against your body. The sigh was a good sign that you were on the road to recovery from your harsh day.

"You are such a hard worker, doll," he whispered into your ear. He kissed your cheek lingeringly. Your eyes fluttered shut to just soak in the moment of being this close with him.

"Watching everything you've done for your kids, your classroom, your school community. They are foolish for not recognizing what an outstanding teacher you are. But I see it, your coworkers see it. Your kiddos are so lucky to have such a caring, amazing teacher as you."

You sniffled as the tears began to fall again. The ache in your soul was being replaced with the love San had for you. Your heart was swelling with the amount of gratitude and love you had for him.

He was convinced each day that he fell harder in love with you. Everything he did was to make you happy in this shared life together.

"I don't wanna go back there," you sighed. "Just want to stay in your arms. You don't think the guys would mind?"

There's the woman he knew well. San wasn't afraid to conquer the hard days with you. He adored experiencing life with you. Yet, he never liked seeing you upset. When you were joking around, that was the woman he knew. You were starting to feel better, and he took pride that he was responsible for that.

"No, the guys won't mind. They know you're my everything. Do you think you can learn the choreography quick enough though?" "You know, I wanted to be a professional dancer when I was little."

His eyes widened slightly and a smile was on his lips. Even with your slightly puffy eyes and your red, runny nose, - he still viewed you as the most gorgeous woman in the world. And you were all his.

"Full of surprises, y/n. Always keeping me on my toes." "Me? What about you? You come home from a hard day of dancing, of probably jumping," you giggled.

He also shared that laughter with you. San definitely had gained quite the reputation for his wild dance moves and impressive but dangerous jumping ability. Hey, whatever happened in the KQ practice room, stays in the KQ practice room.

"But regardless. You always show up as the man I need, the partner I need." "It's not a surprise, pretty girl. You're mine and I'm yours. You allow me to live out my dreams and I'm here to support you in your dreams. I will do whatever it takes to make you smile and ensure your happiness."

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Selfishly wrote this for myself hahaha I had my mid-year review and let's just say, it was not the best 😅

But it's ok! I quit my job and have a new BETTER job starting this weekend.

The Right Kind Of Medicine | San

Pairing : San x female reader

Summary : At a party, your migraine hits hard, and your brother isn’t around. But his best friend is. He takes you home, his hands gentle but lingering, the tension between you undeniable. What starts as care turns into something far more intense.

Genre : smutty, unprotected sex, brother's best-friend au, MDNI

Words Count : 5k

**Disclaimer: All characters in this story are completely fictional, and do not represent the real personalities of any of the Ateez members.

m.list | K-pop Shop | ☕

The thud of the music reverberates through your skull, every beat a hammer against the back of your eyes.

It’s like the headache has grown roots, spreading deeper with every passing second, until the pain feels like it’s carved into your bones.

You close your eyes, pressing your fingers to your temples, but it doesn’t help. The pressure just builds and builds, each noise in the room twisting the knife further.

You glance around the crowded room, wishing Wooyoung were here. If your brother wasn’t off on his anniversary trip with his girlfriend, he’d be by your side, nagging you to drink water or trying to drag you outside for some fresh air.

He’s always been like that even though he’s the younger one—overprotective, annoyingly so sometimes. But right now, you’d give anything to have him here, to have that familiar presence to lean on.

You know you need to leave. The lights are too bright, the voices are too loud, and the party feels like it's suffocating you. Your head spins, and nausea rolls in your stomach.

You take a step toward the door, hoping to slip out without anyone noticing.

But instead, it’s San who notices you. Wooyoung’s best friend. The guy you’ve known for years, ever since you were kids. He’s always been around, always a part of the family in this weird, unofficial way.

You’ve spent countless summers with him hanging around your house, playing video games with Wooyoung,and you saw him as nothing but Wooyoung’s friend..... until recently.

Until he’d suddenly bulked up, traded his boyish charm for something far more dangerous, and somehow became hot. Like, can’t-stop-staring hot.

You’ve been pretending not to notice the way he’s filled out his shirts, the way his smile is still the same, but now his presence feels... heavier. Stronger. But even worse is the way he’s always been sweet to you, always caring, the kind of guy who somehow makes you feel safe without even trying.

He’s across the room, watching you. You try to pretend you don’t see him, but it’s too late. He’s already making his way over, weaving through the crowd like it’s second nature to him, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice is softer than usual, laced with concern, and you almost hate how much you like the way he sounds when he’s worried about you.

You swallow hard, forcing a smile you know is shaky at best. "I think I’m getting a migraine. I’m just gonna go home," you tell him, hoping it’ll be enough to brush him off.

San’s frown deepens, and for a second, he doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you, eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to figure out how bad it really is. And then, without hesitation, he says, "Let me drive you home."

Your instinct is to shake your head, to wave him off like you always do. You’ve never been the type to let people fuss over you, and you know how San can be, just as overprotective as Wooyoung sometimes.

You don’t want to be a burden. "No, it’s okay, San," You look up at him, your vision slightly blurred from the pain. “You don’t have to. I can—”

“I’m not drinking,” he cuts in, “And I don’t think Wooyoung would forgive me if I let you walk out of here alone.”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch. His jaw tightens, and there’s that familiar stubbornness in his eyes. You’ve seen it before, usually when he and Wooyoung are arguing about something stupid, neither one willing to back down.

You open your mouth to protest, but another wave of dizziness crashes over you, and you have to reach out, your hand instinctively grabbing his arm for balance.

He catches you without missing a beat, his hands steadying you with a kind of ease that makes you feel safe in a way you didn’t expect.

You can’t bring yourself to argue any more. Maybe it’s the pounding in your head or the fierce look he’s giving you, as he dares you to push your luck. You let out a long breath, finally giving in. "Alright," you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

San’s expression softens, and he steps closer, gently placing his hand on your back. He guides you through the room with a quiet determination, careful not to rush you, his hand never leaving your back.

Outside, the cool night air hits your face, but it doesn’t do much to ease the throbbing in your head. You’re too aware of San beside you, of the way he opens the passenger door of his car like it’s the most natural thing in the world, helping you inside.

He doesn’t say anything as he slides into the driver’s seat, but the way his hands grip the steering wheel tells you he’s still thinking about you, still focused on making sure you’re okay.

The drive is quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. San’s presence fills the silence, steady and warm, and even though the throbbing in your head hasn’t let up, you find yourself focusing more on him than the pain.

Every so often, he glances over at you, his brow creased with worry. You’re touched by how seriously he’s taking this, how his entire focus seems to be on making sure you’re okay. It’s not something you’re used to, this level of quiet concern. Especially from him.

When he finally pulls up to your apartment, he’s out of the car before you can even think about unbuckling your seatbelt, rushing around to your side to help you out.

The second you stand, your legs wobble, and San’s arm wraps around you instinctively, supporting your weight as though you weigh nothing at all.

His touch is gentle, firm, reassuring in a way that makes your stomach twist, not from the headache, but from something deeper, something you don’t want to examine too closely.

“Lean on me,” he murmurs, his voice soft but commanding as he helps you inside.

You don’t argue, too tired to pretend you’re fine. He’s stronger than you realised, his body solid against yours, and as he guides you up the stairs to your apartment.

By the time you make it to your door, your head is pounding, your vision blurring slightly from the pain. But San doesn’t let go. Not until you’re inside, and even then, he doesn’t step back fully.

He helps you to your room, guiding you to the bed with a care that surprises you. He’s so gentle, so focused, and when he finally lowers you onto the mattress, it’s like he’s making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

You sink into the bed, letting out a soft sigh of relief as the cool sheets hit your skin, but the tension in your body hasn’t quite eased. You can feel San’s presence still lingering nearby, his concern palpable in the air.

“Thank you, San,” you manage to say, your voice weak but sincere. “I appreciate it.”

He gives you a small, tight-lipped smile, but his eyes are filled with concern. "No problem at all." His voice is soft, warm, but there’s a slight tension there, like he’s still worrying about you, still not quite sure if he should leave.

He stands at the edge of your bed, watching as you shift uncomfortably, trying to find a position that doesn’t make the headache worse.

You can feel his hesitation, the way he hovers just a step too close to the door, unsure. His brow furrows as you let out a soft groan, struggling to get comfortable, and he takes half a step forward, like he’s torn between leaving and staying.

"Is there anything else you need?" His voice is gentle, filled with genuine care.

For a second, you let yourself imagine asking him to stay. The idea of being alone right now, with the pounding in your head and the waves of nausea, feels unbearable.

You’ve always hated being alone when you’re sick, when you’re vulnerable like this. And right now, you don’t want to be alone. You want him to stay. To sit beside you, maybe even hold you, let you lean into his warmth until the pain fades.

But you can’t. You don’t want to burden him, and besides, he should be back at the party, enjoying himself, not stuck here taking care of you. So you swallow the words that almost come out, pushing them down as far as you can.

“No,” you finally say, offering him a weak smile, your voice soft and tired. “Thank you, San. You’ve done more than enough for me. You should go back to the party.”

San hesitates at the doorway, his gaze locked on yours. There’s an unspoken plea in your eyes, a silent request that you don’t even realise you’re making.

You’re too proud to voice it, but he sees it, sees how vulnerable you look, how exhausted and in need of comfort you are. The warmth of his concern tugs at him, and he can’t ignore it.

With a deep breath, he pulls his phone and car keys from his pocket, placing them onto the bedside table . “I think I’ll stay for a bit,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

You look at him, your voice barely a whisper. “You don’t have to.”

But he’s already taking another step forward, his eyes never leaving yours. “I want to,” he says, his voice almost a murmur, filled with an honesty that makes your chest tighten.

He moves closer, and you give a slight nod, a small, barely perceptible movement that feels like giving in to something you’ve been wanting all along. “Okay,” you say, your voice thin and wavering.

“Alright,” he repeats, as if trying to reassure you as much as himself. He climbs onto the bed, careful not to jostle you, making sure every movement is slow and deliberate.

He settles beside you, lying down with an ease that belies the tension in his shoulders. He leaves a small space between you, just enough to ensure you don’t feel overwhelmed by his closeness, but it’s clear he’s close enough to offer comfort.

The warmth of his body radiates toward you, and though the space between you is modest, it’s more than enough to make you feel less alone.

"Thank you," you murmur, your voice barely audible as you close your eyes, letting the exhaustion finally overtake you. The word feels inadequate for the comfort you’re receiving, but it’s all you can manage in your foggy state.

San’s response is immediate, his voice soft and sincere. “You’re welcome.”

You shuffle closer, seeking out warmth and solace, you find yourself pressing gently against his side. You nuzzle into the crook of his arm, instinctively reaching for the comfort he offers.

San’s eyes widen slightly at the sudden proximity, his breath catching for a moment as he processes the shift. But he doesn’t hesitate.

There’s a moment of stillness before he gently wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer with a tenderness that surprises even him.

As you drift off, the last thing you’re aware of is the gentle pressure of San’s arm around you, the warmth of his presence, and the soft rhythm of his breathing.

You wake slowly, the dim light from the hallway casting soft shadows around the room. The rhythmic sound of San’s breathing is a soothing backdrop to the dull ache still lingering in your head.

You shift slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, and his body responds with a gentle murmur.

San’s eyes flutter open, his expression relaxed and drowsy. The warmth of his arm still around you is comforting, but it’s the sleepy smile on his face that really catches your attention.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whisper, your voice still soft and fragile from sleep.

“Hey there,” he replies, his voice hoarse from sleep but warm and welcoming. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m… a little better,” you admit, your voice still a whisper. “Thanks to you.”

San smiles, “Good, I’m glad,” he says, his voice still tinged with drowsiness. San stretches his arms with a soft yawn, his movements slow and relaxed “What time is it?” he asks, his tone carrying a mix of curiosity and concern.

You reach for your phone, squinting a bit at the screen before responding. “A little after midnight.”

San’s eyes widen slightly, and he lets out a soft, slightly surprised exhale. “Oh,shit, it’s late.” There’s a note of reluctance in his voice as he adds, “I should head home.”

His presence has been a comfort, and the thought of him leaving now feels like a sudden, unwelcome shift. “You can stay here,” you offer, your voice quiet, but earnest. “If you want.”

San’s gaze meets yours, and there’s a moment of silence as he processes your offer. The room feels cosy, the warmth of his body still radiating through the air.

He seems to weigh the offer seriously. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice gentle. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Of course, it’s kinda nice having you here,” you admit, the blush on your cheeks warming the cool room. The words slip out before you can fully process them, but they feel true.

San’s reaction is immediate, his gaze snapping to yours with a mixture of surprise and something that sends a flutter through your chest.

“Okay,” The word lingers in the air between you, charged with an unspoken understanding. For a brief moment, the world outside your small bubble seems to fade away.

You find yourselves locked in a silent exchange, your eyes meeting in a way that feels both intimate and intense. The connection is palpable, and your heart thuds in your chest.

San clears his throat, breaking the spell. His gaze flickers away, and he starts to shift slightly, adjusting his position in an attempt to find a more comfortable way to lay beside you.

He doesn’t move too far away, but there’s a deliberate effort to give both of you space, to balance between maintaining closeness and respecting boundaries. His hand lightly brushes against yours as he adjusts, a small touch that sends a shiver up your spine.

As he settles back into place, the intimacy of the earlier moment feels like a lingering echo, and you find yourself struggling to process the feelings it stirred up.

“Thank you for staying and looking after me,” you say softly, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. The words feel like a simple acknowledgement, but they carry a depth of gratitude that you hope he can feel.

San gives you a gentle smile that makes your heart flutter. “You don’t have to thank me,” he replies, his voice sincere. “I wanted to.” He shifts slightly, adjusting his position to get more comfortable. “I’m just glad you’re feeling a bit better,” he adds, “That’s what matters.”

As you lay there, the room dim and peaceful, you feel a sudden surge of affection. It’s a quiet moment, filled with the comforting warmth of San’s presence beside you.

Without thinking, you lean in, closing the distance between you. The urge to be closer, to feel him, is overwhelming.

You brush your lips gently against his cheek, your breath catching in your throat the moment they touch his skin. It’s a soft, innocent kiss, but your whole body feels it.

“I—I’m sorry" you inwardly cringe, panic rising in your chest. You just wanted to thank him, to express the swell of emotions bubbling beneath the surface." I didn’t mean to -”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he says softly.

San’s cheeks flush slightly, and he locks eyes with you, the moment stretching longer than you anticipated, heavy with unspoken words. His gaze flicks down to your lips, then back to your eyes.

He leans in, his intentions clear but cautious, giving you time to stop, to back away if you want. But you don’t. San’s eyes flicker between yours, searching for any sign of hesitation,

Then, with a tentative breath, he captures your lips in a slow, hesitant kiss. It starts softly, as if he’s testing the waters, his lips brushing against yours with a gentleness that sends shivers down your spine.

You melt into the kiss, your body responding instinctively, deepening it as you give yourself over to the sensation. The way his lips move against yours is intoxicating, and sends waves of warmth flooding through you, stirring something deep and undeniable.

His hands find their way to your waist, fingers pressing into your skin, igniting a spark that races through your body, sending heat pooling in your core.

Every nerve ending comes alive, and you feel a fluttering sensation in your stomach, a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

San pulls back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, and for a heartbeat, you’re both suspended in that space, caught between the thrill of the kiss and the reality of the moment. Your his best-friend’s sister.

His eyes search yours, a question lingering in the air, one that echoes your own thoughts: What does this mean for us?

But before you can voice your concerns, he leans in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one more confident, your hand slides up his t-shirt, feeling his warm skin. He groans softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this”

You pant heavily breaking away from the kiss, hands sliding over his abs, “Same”

His hands pull you closer, his fingers lacing into your hair. “Are you trying to drive me insane?” he chuckles, voice low and husky.

“Remember you’re my best friends sister” he adds, a playful warning laced with seriousness that makes your heart race faster.

The thrill of it all sends a rush through you, a heady mix of excitement and danger, making you all too aware of the precarious line you’re walking.

A spark of mischief ignites in your chest. “I know, but, I don’t want to stop”, your voice barely a whisper as you lean closer again, your lips grazing his jawline. He shivers at your touch, a low growl escaping him that makes your pulse quicken.

“Me neither,” he murmurs, the heat of his breath against your ear. Arousal floods your panties .

His grip tightens in your hair, pulling you even closer, as if he’s trying to fuse your bodies together. Every nerve in your body is alive, and you can feel the tension coiling between you like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.

His gaze sharpens, and he searches your eyes, looking for confirmation, for understanding. “You know this could change everything between us,” he says, his voice dropping lower, laced with a seriousness that both excites and terrifies you.

“I know,” you whisper, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. There’s a part of you that understands the weight of your words, the reality of what crossing this line might mean.

San gently pushes you back on the bed, his mouth travelling down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin softly. “Is this what you want?” he whispers, kissing along your collarbone.

Your mind is so hazy, enjoying the pleasurable sensations of his kisses, that you can only answer with a “mmmmm”

He hands explore every inch of your body, reaching the skin just above your waistband of your jeans.

His breath hitches as his fingers twitch over your button, he looks into your eyes, his own filled with desire and anticipation. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. San, more than anything” you bite you’re lip, hands clutching at his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath your palms. He pops the button, slowly sliding the zipper down, before tugging off your jeans, you discard the rest of your clothes, baring yourself before him.

He groans, palming himself though his jeans. “Fuck….y/n….look at you” the praise makes you feel like a goddess, a small warm blush spreading on your face.

He lifts his own shirt over his head, His skin glows in the low light, and for a heartbeat, you can only stare at him and the sharp lines of his muscles.

His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, his eyes lock onto yours, a dark intensity there that makes you forget everything else.

They’re heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide with need, and his lips are red, swollen from the way you’ve been kissing him, he looks downright sinful.

It feels like you’re getting your own magic mike moment, when he slowly tugs his jeans down to his pelvis, and then drags his boxers down too.

His thick hard cock, springs free, pre-cum leaking at the tip, and your pussy clenches, aching for him to be inside you already.

San leans forward on the bed, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth, teasing and sucking it, your hips almost buck off the bed.

His hands holds your hips in place as he gives attention to the other one, his mouth pulling off with a loud pop.

His hands roam freely over your body, towards your thighs, you spread your legs and give him a view of your dripping core.

“Beautiful” he murmurs, he leans down to kiss your inner thigh, his lips trailing softly towards your wetness, whilst his fingers trace a path down your stomach, teasingly brushing against your entrance.

You whimper softly in anticipation, choking back a moan when his tongue laps up your juices.

“So sweet” he groans, against your folds, his tongue thrusting into your hole. He slips a finger inside you, finding your hole slick and hot, he begins to pump it in and out in time with his tongue’s movements.

“Mmmmm fuck, San.” Your pussy clenches as he adds a second finger, stretching you out enough before pulling them out slowly, only to slide them back in. He matches his rhythm with your moans, his other hand, grips your thigh, holding it open.

“Ohhhh, shit!” you arch your back as you glance down at him, the scene so erotic, as his beautiful pouty mouth latches on to your clit.

He smirks up at you, eyes drinking in every expression that crosses your gorgeous face. He can’t believe he’s here, finally getting to touch you like this. “Do you like that?” he asks, fingers moving deep inside you.

“Yes” you gasp, “ I’m so fucking close” you close your eyes focusing on the tight coil inside you.

“Then cum for me y/n” San urges, increasing the pace. You hold your breath, concentrating on the pleasure building, until stars explode behind your eyes. Soft sexy moans filter through to San’s ears, as he helps you ride it out.

“Fuck” San groans, he gives your clit a soft nudge, pushing you over the edge one more time as he feels your muscles clamp down around his fingers. “That’s it baby, give it all to me” he praises. “Good girl”

He sits up with a soft smile, taking in you fucked out expression “I could stare at you all night” he murmurs, you open your eyes to see him pumping his cock. The sight is enough to make you drool. “I want to be inside you, and feel you squeeze around me, wanna fuck you senseless” he gives his cock a hard tug, causing him to groan.

“Shit” you whimper, playing with your nipples, “Please”

He groans again, lean down to kiss you softly on the lips “How can I refuse when you ask so nicely?” he climbs between your legs, spreading your thighs wider, as he grips his cock firmly in his hands.

He rubs the tip of his cock against your folds, pressing it against your aching entrance, slowly pushing inside you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, staring down at where you bodies began to join, you both moan when he bottoms out and you immediately clench around him.

“Y/N…...” San gasps, “Fucking hell, this is better than I could have imagined. You’re so fucking tight” his hands move to your hips, holding you close as he starts to slowly thrust into you, feeling the wet heat surround him.

“Mmmmm, damn that feels good” you arch your back, nails raking down his back, causing him to hiss.

“You like that, like how my cock is making you feel?” he grunts between thrusts. “Your brother is going to kill me if he finds out about this”

“Can we please not talk about Wooyoung whilst you’re balls deep inside me” you grumble, only to gasp when he thrusts sharply into you with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry baby” his hips move faster and harder as he leans closer to you, kissing you deeply. Your breathing came sharper, the pressure building as you squirm beneath him.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” his voice a low growl in your ear, that sent goosebumps along your body.

You whimper, walls pulsating around his cock “Yes, I’m so close!”

“Me too. Come on beautiful let me feel you cum on my cock.” his voice is strained with desire, his body pins you against the mattress, his rhythm becoming more feral.

You gasp sharply, waves of pleasure coursing though you, you moan his name over and over in breathless tones as you cling to him.

He thrusts into you deeply one final time, groaning as he can feel his release building. And then with a powerful surge, he spurts his seed inside you, your pussy milking every drop.

A few moments later, your breathing finally returns to normal, the room falls into a quiet stillness. You blink up at the ceiling, feeling the lingering heat between your bodies.

You glance over at San, his chest still heaving, a dopey smile spreading across his flushed face. His dark hair is damp and messy, strands clinging to his forehead, and his eyes gleam with a softness.

He looks almost boyish, his lips still slightly swollen from the way they’d kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe.

Without a word, he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you, strong and possessive.

His skin is warm, sticky against yours, but you don’t mind. You can feel the steady thump of his heart, and you let yourself rest against his chest, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your thoughts.

“We should probably talk about this,” San murmurs, his voice low and rough, his breath fanning over the top of your head.

Your stomach tightens at the sound, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. You nod, too exhausted to respond with words just yet.

He shifts slightly, his thumb grazing your bare shoulder in a soft, almost absent-minded caress that sends a shiver down your spine. The intimacy of it, the way his touch lingers even now, after everything… it feels like it’s binding you to him in a way you hadn’t expected.

"This wasn’t a one-time thing for me," you finally manage, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers trace a light pattern across his chest, feeling the tension there, the way he holds his breath as if he’s waiting for your words to sink in.

His body tenses beneath you, but then he relaxes, a small sigh escaping his lips. “Me neither.” His hand slides up your back, fingers weaving through your hair, and he tilts your chin up so you’re forced to meet his gaze.

“How do we go about telling your brother?” His lips twitch into a small, teasing smile, but there’s an edge to his voice, a seriousness that tells you this question is more than just a passing concern.

Your stomach flips at the thought, heat creeping into your cheeks as you imagine the fallout, the weight of what this could mean. But San’s thumb brushes your lower lip, soft and reassuring, grounding you in this moment, in him.

“We’ll figure it out,” you murmur, leaning into his touch, your heart hammering harder than it should.

And somehow, even though everything feels so complicated, tangled in a mess of emotions and unspoken words, when he presses his lips to yours again, it feels like the only thing that makes sense.

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Lego Love | C. S

¡NonIdolSan! x ¡FemaleReader! (Feat. ¡NonIdolSeonghwa!)

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Avisos: Jealousy and pouty San, and a lot of a boyfriend material vibes!

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Anyone who saw her with San would see the way her eyes sparkle whenever she sees him, how their cheeks turn slightly pink whenever he smiles, laughs... and sometimes gets more intense when he touches her.

But to San, you were simply a great friend. A dear friend. The best friend... Of course it wasn't her favorite situation, but if that was what it took to stay close to him, so be it. So when San found out that you needed to renovate your entire bathroom due to a leak, he didn't see a problem offering not only a bathroom, but his entire apartment, because the guy didn't see the point in making you come and go, if you could spend a season with him.

The point is that you accepted the invitation without even thinking twice. When your friends found out, everyone without exception looked at you like you were someone worthy of a madhouse "Are you going to live with him?!"

No, they weren't wrong when they warned that it would probably be your biggest challenge so far. San is the perfect kind of boyfriend: he wakes up every morning and cooks you breakfast, or helps you, when you're the one who wakes up first; he always leaves cute little notes around the house, whether it's to let you know something's over, someone helped buy or organize something, or... just a note of how much he cares for you.

San, also never leaves the house without a goodbye hug, and never comes back without a drink, food, or chocolate...

Oh! And if that wasn't enough, San makes a point of hearing about your day, and watching your favorite things when you're sad...

You swear that you can survive with this San, just a friend, but whenever your apart, your heart hurts, because you know that one day you will not only have to leave, but also he doesn't love you the same, and all that affection one day, it will be for another lucky girl, who you already hate.

One day, Seonghwa, one of the mutual friends he has with San, stopped by the apartment they now share, to talk, but also have fun, assembling his new lego set. The two were then sitting comfortably next to each other with light music playing in the background. Both focused on what they were doing, talking distractedly about their lives. Taking advantage of the fact that her other friend wasn't home, Seonghwa asked about how he was doing. After telling, unpretentiously about how she felt, she changed the subject, since she didn't want to think too much about the situation, that usually made her worse.

As always, being the caring friend that he is, Seonghwa looked at you like a caring brother, and then changed the subject, telling you something about wooyoung that made you laugh.

San, who was outdoors, arrives and is graced with his loud laugh, and he automatically smiles. Leaving the dinner bags he brought in the kitchen, he followed one of his favorite sounds. Arriving in the room he'd given her, his expression as well as his heart dropped. Choi saw her laughing desperately at Seonghwa, who was kindly looking at her, while you two looked very comfortable on some sort of... date?!

"Hyung! I didn't know you were coming..." The brunette comment trying to hide his confusion, then he smiles. "I managed to find the lego that y/n wanted to assemble and I thought it was fair to come assemble with her" the oldest replies simply, and you show him the small piece you were still assembling. San looks at her with affection in his eyes, and gives a sincere and loving smile.

"Want dinner? I brought street food, but I don't know if it's enough for the three of us" San says, again, trying to hide his frustration. Before arriving home, he was sure the two were going to eat, while they watched together on the couch (probably hugging), another episode of the series they watched together.

"We just ate, sannie, but you should have dinner, you must be hungry" the punch he received in the belly, made the brunette doubt if it was because of your words, or because you didn't even look at him. Just nodding, and with his typical pissed off pout, he left the room.

"I think he didn't like that very much, y/n" Seonghwa calls your attention, and you look at him confused. The elder's eyebrows were raised as he tried to suggest something. Something absurd. So she just laughed at him, turning her attention back to the toy. A few minutes later, the two were still talking soothingly, riding very focused, and ignoring San, who was huffing every five minutes downstairs, trying to focus on the television, but being constantly interrupted by the sound of their murmuring voices, and laughter. .

Seonghwa was never this funny, why did you laugh so hard? And what the hell could a piece of plastic have that he doesn't? A more comfortable hug? Random affectionate kisses that made you blush adorably? Please...and Seonghwa also have arms that hug, and a pair of lips that kiss...

Without thinking twice, San is back in the room (relieved when he sees that the two of you barely looking at each other). Picking up his computer chair, Choi positions it beside you, and watches her closely. You are so beautiful concentrating, zooming in and out of the object, your eyebrows knit together as you try to guess why the pieces don't fit...

"You're staring. What did we already talk about staring?" Her voice is calm, but she still doesn't look at him. My God, what's your problem today?!

"You're beautiful. What we've already said about you being beautiful" San says softly, seeing her cheeks color. Seonghwa laughs lightly, forgotten in her corner. "And you didn't welcome me right today, I miss you." He responds, bringing his fingers to your chin, and turning your face, making you look at him.

He had an adorable face, and that pout he hides earlier. Swallowing hard, you try to respond as if you weren't intimately affected by it. "But you saw me this morning"

"Yes, many hours ago, I miss your pretty face when I'm away. And then when I come back, I want to see it all the time"

The air disappears from your lungs, and there's no way you can pretend you don't feel anything for him, much less that it was nothing.

Seonghwa, who already understood the whole situation, calmly got up picking up his legos, carefully, of course.

"I think it's better to leave the two lovebirds alone, good night" he left the room. You want to walk him to the door, but not only do you not trust your legs, San is still in front of you, holding you in place.

The two stare at each other for a few very long seconds, until the older one breaks the silence:

"Do I finally have you all to myself?" One of his eyebrows goes up as he studies her face. Without the courage to say anything, you just nods your head.

San opens the smile, which he knows can melt anyone, victim of his affection, and mutters a "great", before reaching out and leaving a quick peck on your lips before standing up, and pulling you by the hand into the living room, where he would put his series, while you pretended that your heart wasn't beating like a tachycardia.

Concrete:

An Reader x San Angst Drabble:

Warning: Minor language, unprotected sex. MDNI

The drive over to San’s house felt like the longest journey of my life. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white, as if it could somehow anchor me to my decision. Tears dripped steadily from my eyes, blurring my vision, but I didn’t care. I was resolute, my mind set on ending this toxic cycle. San wasn’t the man I fell in love with anymore—his once loving and affectionate demeanor now replaced by coldness, harshness, and dismissal.

A flashback from last week replayed in my mind, a scene that solidified my decision:

“Why can’t you tell me what’s going on, San? We’re supposed to be there for each other. You keep shutting me out!” I had pleaded, my voice breaking.

“Just shut the hell up and fucking leave already. Your constant nagging isn’t helping shit but making me more stressed. I’ve got enough shit on my plate—the last thing I need is some nagging bitch up my ass all the time!” he had snapped back, throwing a vase against the wall, shattering it on impact. His words cutting deep.

The memory stung, and I bit my lip to keep from breaking down completely. I didn’t believe in text breakups; I owed it to myself and to him to say this face-to-face. Pulling into the gated driveway. I looked up through the glass window. He was pacing around, biting his nail, lost in thought. For a moment, something inside me softened. I shook my head, reminding myself why I was here.

I exited the car, anxiously making my way to the front door. Turning the doorknob my heart pounded.

Was this right?

Did I have the courage to face him?

How will he take it?

My the click of my heels on the marble floor echoing through the mansion's entrance. My fingers traced the smooth banister of the staircase as my heart pounded in my chest. San looked up as I approached, his eyes swollen and red.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice a mere whisper.

“San,” I replied, my own voice trembling. “We need to talk.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “You’re done with me.”

“That’s correct. I didn’t think you deserved a text,” I said, my tone firm despite the tears threatening to spill over.

His voice was shaky, his eyes filled with unshed tears. “What can I do to fix this?”

I bit my lip, looking away to compose myself. “San, you can’t fix it. I’ve made up my mind. I need something concrete, something real. Lately, you’ve been avoiding me, acting different. You’re not the same man I fell in love with. You’ve become so cold to me. I can’t do this anymore.”

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, his tears finally broke free, streaming down his face. He reached out, trying to touch my hand, but I pulled away.

“I’ll always love you, but you can’t hurt me like this anymore. I can’t allow it,” I said, my voice breaking.

I turned to leave, but San got up and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight. “Y/N, baby, please. I’m so sorry. Please, I can’t be without you,” he begged, his voice raw with desperation.

Tears fell from my eyes as I looked up at him. “I-I’m sorry,” I choked out, struggling to unlock his hands from my waist. His grip only tightened.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll change, I promise. Just don’t leave me,” he cried, his voice cracking with anguish.

I closed my eyes, the pain in his voice cutting through me. “San, you’ve had so many chances. I can’t keep breaking my own heart for you.”

He loosened his grip slightly, enough for me to turn around and face him. “I love you, San. But I need to love myself more right now. I need to heal.”

He nodded slowly, tears still flowing. “I understand,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough. How many times have you said sorry and keep DOING. THE. SAME. SHIT!” I finally snapped.

He sat in silence.

I continued, “it’s like talking to a brick wall sometimes. Fucking concrete. Doesn’t penetrate. Getting through to you feels like a burden and I’m so goddamn tired of it!”

“Baby-“

“I don’t need this anymore San. I can’t keep hurting myself.”

I leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Goodbye, San,” I whispered, turning away for the last time.

As I walked out of the mansion, the weight of my decision settled over me. It was the hardest thing I had ever done, but I knew it was the right thing. Tears pouring nonstop.

Its over.

Damn it hurts.

As I walked toward my car, each step felt heavier than the last. The weight of my decision pressed down on me, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I fumbled for my keys, tears blurring my vision. Just as I was about to unlock the car, I felt a familiar grip on my arm, pulling me back.

“Y/N, wait,” San’s voice was thick with emotion.

Before I could react, his lips crashed onto mine, desperate and fervent. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against my lips. “I can’t let the woman I love leave me like this.”

I wanted to push him away, to remind myself of all the pain he had caused. But deep down, I couldn’t bear to see him hurt. His kiss was filled with a passion that had been missing for so long, and it stirred something inside me.

San’s lips moved to my neck, trailing kisses that sent shivers down my spine. He slid his hand down the side of my trench coat, exposing my shoulder. “S-San, please stop,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction.

“I hurt you, I betrayed your trust. You have every right to leave. But I can’t allow that.”

He couldn’t stop. It was as if he needed to prove his love, to make me stay. He lifted me onto the hood of my car, his kisses growing more tender and gentle, reminiscent of the San I had fallen in love with.

His hands held my hips, pulling me closer. Our kisses deepened, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring, pleading. “Baby, please, one more chance,” he begged between kisses.

I was silent, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. “Please,” he repeated, his voice breaking.

One kiss.

“Baby, please,” he whispered again, his lips brushing mine.

A second kiss.

“I promise I’ll make it right,” he vowed, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a raw sincerity I hadn’t seen in so long.

Another kiss.

My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the love I still felt and the pain he had caused. “One last chance, San,” I gasped for breath, my resolve wavering.

San’s eyes lit up with hope as he lifted me into his arms, carrying me back into the house. Our lips never parted, each kiss a mix of desperation and longing.

As we crossed the threshold, he kicked the door shut behind us. “I swear, Y/N, I’ll make it right. I’ll be the man you fell in love with again,” he promised, his voice filled with determination.

He carried me up the stairs to his bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. His hands were everywhere, rediscovering each curve and contour of my body, as if trying to memorize me all over again.

“San, this doesn’t change everything,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

“I know,” he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”

His words, combined with his touch, broke down my defenses.

Afterward, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, our breaths mingling. “I’ll show you, Y/N. I’ll prove that I can be the man you deserve,” San whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

I looked into his eyes, seeing the hope and determination there. “I hope so, San. Because this really is your last chance.”

He nodded, pulling me closer. “I won’t waste it,” he promised, his voice filled with conviction.

His hand slowly slid down my body. Pulling away the fabric of the trench coat exposing the stockings I had on.

San's eyes darkened with desire, quickly he got up, immediately tearing off the coat, letting it fall to the floor. The sight of me in nothing but black lace lingerie made his breath hitch. Looking down I could see a tent starting to form in his sweatpants.

Yanking my legs apart, he climbs in between.

His hands slid up my thigh-high stocking-covered legs, sending shivers through my entire body. He began to kiss my stomach, each soft press of his lips causing my back to arch off the bed.

His hands roamed over my body, his touch both gentle and possessive. Positioned cozily between my thighs, he slowly pulled off my panties, the anticipation making my breath quicken. His lips found the spot I desperately needed him to touch, and he began suckling on my sensitive bud. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips as his tongue curled around it, the sensation overwhelming.

I gripped the silk bedsheets, my heels digging into the mattress. "Only I can make you feel this way," he groaned into the heat between my legs, his voice filled with a mix of possessiveness and love. His pupils were blown wide as he looked up at me. "Say it," he commanded softly.

I bit my lip, refusing to give in so easily. His response was immediate—he slid two fingers inside me, curving them upwards as he continued his assault on my clit. My cries grew louder, my body trembling with the intensity of his touch. "Say it," he urged again, his voice more insistent.

My only response was a moan, my mind too clouded with pleasure to form coherent words. His fingers worked faster, each movement bringing me closer to the edge. His tongue moved in tandem, driving me wild. I could feel my climax approaching quickly, the sensation building to an almost unbearable peak.

"SAY. IT!" he demanded, his voice a mix of desperation and command.

"I—I'm yours! Only you can make me feel this way!" I finally cried out, unable to hold back any longer.

San's movements sped up, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony. "F-fuck! San, I'm cumming!" I screamed, the climax hitting me with a force that left me breathless.

He pulled away just as my body began to convulse with pleasure, lifting me up and positioning himself at my entrance. He pushed inside me slowly, filling me completely.

“FUCK!” He groans out, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. Our breaths mingled as he carried me over to the banister of the staircase. I gripped the banister tightly, wrapping my legs around his waist as he began to move.

Each thrust of his dick was filled with love and desperation, a silent promise that he would never let me go. "Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I love you. I’ll make this right, I swear."

His words, combined with the rhythm of his movements, sent waves of pleasure through me. I held onto him, our bodies moving in perfect sync. “B-baby. S-so big.” I cried out.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, each touch and kiss a testament to the love we still shared.

“Baby all for you. I fucking love you.” He gasp in my ear.

"San," I moaned, my voice barely a whisper. "I love you too."

His grip on me tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I’ll never let you go," he vowed, his voice filled with emotion.

His thrust became even more sloppy, harder, faster.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore, “GOD! CHOI SAN! I’M CUMMING!” I threw one arm around his neck, pulling his lips onto mine.

His dick pushing even deeper inside. Tongues dancing with each other, lips attached, devouring each other’s moans.

I could feel his dick twitching and convulsing. He’s was so close. One last thrust was all it took.

“Y/N!” He cried out. His nails digging into my flesh. The warm thick ropes of his cum filling me.

As we reached our climax together, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us. In that moment, all the pain and anger melted away, replaced by a love that was stronger than ever.

Still inside he carries me to the bed. Lying together, our bodies entangled.

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, our breaths slowly returning to normal. San’s eyes met mine, filled with a mix of hope and determination. "I’ll prove it to you, Y/N. I’ll be the man you deserve."

I nodded, my heart filled with a cautious optimism. "I believe you, San. Please don’t let me down."

He kissed me softly, a promise in his touch. "I won’t," he said, his voice steady and sure.

As we lay there, with the future still uncertain, I couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other.

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warning: suggestive, established relationship

pairings: san x reader (no gender)

a/n: it’s been really long since i writed on this account, so i hope you’ll like this. don’t forget that requests are still open.

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it was late at night, and he was playing videogames while you were sitting behind him on his bed boring. finally you had enough, so you started walking towards him taking off his headphones despite his protests and also taking off his hands the controller and turning it off.

  “what are you doing?,” he says pouting while looking at you. standing in between his legs, you recline his seat until he leans back. lifts one brow at that before you climb onto his lap causing him to growl. “what are you doing?,’’ he asks again but this time more breathier.

’‘enjoying time with my boyfriend,’’ you say as you slowly put your hand under his shirt running up his chest. you see him swallowing with difficulty. his well marked adam’s apple moving with the movement making him to take deep breaths. leaning closer to him, you begin to place kisses on his neck just as his hands grip your hips, his fingers holding you roughly as his touch sends shivers through your body. then all of a sudden you walk away and get off him leaving him all hot and bothered.

’'what?-,” he says confused. you turn around and make eye contact with him, “for not paying attention to me” you say as you winked at him and walk off just when he stops you grabbing your wrist and pushing you into his board chest.

“not so quickly…” whispers in your ear with a smirk on his lips.

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San and You are the main characters in the K-Drama Nevertheless.

San x fem! black reader nevertheless mood board

“Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” ~NEVERTHELESS.

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A/N: If you would like to see more of these featuring other ateez members and you in different K-dramas let me know. :)

‼️🎧SAN NS/FW AUDIO🎧‼️

Length:: 0:30

Prompt:: bending you over the sink after showering together <3

A/N:: I want him to break me so bad 😭 I think my brain needs to be researched bc the thoughts I'm thinking aren't sane

✨️Reminder that this is for pure imagination and is not intended for any other purposes ✨️

Ateez audio masterlist:: ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾