#choi san hard hours

[astayinwonderland]

"After all, you're my wife." | Choi San

pairings: san x f.reader

genre: smut | fluff (if you squint)| +18 minors DNI

this is a mix between a poll and a request by @elfemi

summary: you marry san to make an alliance, and the agreement includes to live separate lives, but both of you seem to want each other (mafia!au)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, san calls you his little pet, cursing, degrading, praising, unprotected sex (pls no), cum play, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, mentions of violence (not towards reader) and drugs -- lmk if I forgot anything

Enjoy! (;

There are two things you have very clear. Your dad is dead and you fucking hate Choi San. Inheriting the position of mafia leader was your birthright, your dad raised you to be that woman. However, not everyone wants to see a woman in such a powerful position, to their misfortune, you were the late mafia boss’s only child. 

When your father fell ill, you knew it was time to get your position as leader and boss secure. That meant allying with someone rich and powerful. You were surprised that all eligible bachelors were too old, too young, or not powerful enough. 

Theo was standing behind you as your eyes scanned the guests your dad’s most trusted assistant invited for a ‘get-together and mingle with the corrupt elite of the country. He had become like an uncle to you, a genuine part of the family. With his kind eyes, but cold demeanor, he is the perfect person to have your back. 

“What about him?” Theo said. 

“Ugh no…” 

“You can’t keep saying no to everyone. Choose or I will choose for you tonight,” your dad finally spoke. Eyes not looking at you. This is not his favourite idea ever, but it was necessary. 

You couldn’t picture yourself with any of these men, but it was your duty. So you tried your best to be somewhat amicable and get to like at least one of them. With your wine glass in hand, you decided to talk to your pursuers. They would throw themselves at your feet, showering with compliments, showing off their riches, and to be honest being completely obnoxious. This is not what you needed. You needed someone who you could make a deal with and live separate lives while keeping the façade of a marriage. 

Shit, this was going to be hard. 

The door opened and at that moment you knew something was off. The entire room fell silent when the man with broad shoulders and shiny black hair walked in. His face was expressionless, with high cheekbones, and not a trace of sympathy. You would think he would come to greet you, that’s the reason why he is there, but he just bows in your direction and walks over to the bar. 

The conversation around you resumed, whispers commented on the politician’s son. His father was a powerful drug lord who controlled one of the borders. No wonder he has so much influence. Your brain made a quick list of pros and cons, and so it seemed Choi San would be the right choice for you. 

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San was aware his father was a criminal but when he was pushed to marry you, he did everything he could think of to change his father’s mind. He begged he asked to be sent away, hell, he even asked for physical punishment. But Mr. Choi was a greedy, greedy man, and he saw in you an opportunity to be even greedier, richer, and more powerful. This was truly the perfect alliance. 

Your dad’s body wasn’t ever cold yet when San got the call and the whole marriage circus began to play. At least the ceremony would be short and he would get to move into his room in your mansion and get it over with. San only met you that one time, but he remembered very well how you looked. In one word, terrifying. You would make the perfect fake wife. 

San watched you walk toward him dressed in black, a dress that covered your legs right above the knees but left little to his imagination from the way the cleavage showed off your round and soft breasts. He just politely nodded at you. At the end of the day, there was nothing to celebrate, your dad was dead and he had to pretend to be your loving husband for the rest of his life or until something or someone killed him. 

With no kiss to seal the deal, San just signed the papers and tried to give you a smile, which was awkward. 

“I am sorry for your loss,” he said. 

You returned the smile, less awkwardly, and patted his shoulder. For a split second, San saw something in you, maybe kindness, but that was all forgotten when you two started living together. 

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“Yeah… fuck, don’t fucking stop, don't fucking—” your voice bounces on the walls, you are so close. 

“Ah.. ah!” the deep voice behind you moans as he cums way too soon. 

San closes his eyes across the hallway. Why do you have to be so fucking loud? To be honest, he wishes he could shut you up once and for all. Moving in with you was necessary, he understands that, part of the arranged marriage and your agreement. However, San never imagined how opinionated and bossy you could be. One thing was your role as the new mafia leader, another thing was you ordering him around the house like some unloved pet. 

Tonight, nonetheless, San wouldn’t take that anymore, so he did something unexpected. He left his bedroom and went looking for you. Was he out of his mind? Probably, you specifically instructed to ‘stay the fuck away’ and since your marriage was fake, you could find carnal pleasure with anyone you wanted. 

San walked out of his bedroom. His pajama pants hanging low, his shirt forgotten somewhere in his room. He still wore his reading glasses and his black hair was wet, and slicked back. Your bedroom door abruptly opens and an unfortunate man flies out of your room. He is in his underwear trying to flee the scene grabbing his clothes as your upset persona watches not too far from the door. San’s curious eyes find your figure, and my oh my, what on earth are you wearing? 

If San didn’t know any better he would be jealous of the thin piece of clothing that gets to touch your soft skin. You have no shame as you stand there in front of your husband. The peach, sheer dress dances loosely on your body, however, it shows off your beautiful body. San can see your nipples hardening under such a provocative piece of clothing as his eyes scan even further south to find the core of your intimacy unclothed. 

“Cat got your tongue?” you ask. 

“N-no, I was just… taking a break from reading. I couldn't focus,” he crosses his arms across his chest and something in you wonders how you never paid any close attention to those broad shoulders and itty bitty tiny waist. 

“Was I being too loud? Apologies.” 

“Not at all, I believe you can be louder… with the right encouragement.” 

The audacity. He can’t speak to you like this… he has never done something so daring. Your heart races and a familiar heat travels from your chest down to your legs. 

“Go to your room, San,” you scold him and close the door. 

San rolls his eyes. He has had enough of you bossing him around as if he was your puppy or servant. So on this night, Choi San decided something. He will make you see him for what he is, an important part of your alliance, a capable, fierce man, and your husband. 

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The days pass and you haven’t seen much of San. You haven’t seen him at all. Is not a surprise not to see him or know of him for a day or two, however, it’s been 9 days since you had your little after-hours encounter. You sit in front of various members of the cartel and trusted members of the mafia your father once led. Theo, your father’s favourite and now your confidant, continues to sit to the right of the boss, you. 

“We are losing territory, it’s like we don’t have enough people from our side…” one protests. 

“The matter is getting resolved. I suspect there is someone infiltrated in one of our negotiations or maybe lines have been tapped–” 

You are cut mid-sentence when the doors are almost torn from their hinges and your husband enters the room. He is agitated, pulling a beaten man by the collar of his crimson-stained shirt, the same crimson colour that decorates San’s knuckles and hands. The stranger is pushed and kicked to your feet, and you almost feel pity for his bruised face. 

“Sorry to drop in unannounced, love,” San starts, leaving that last word resonating in your head. “This little rat here has something to tell us, don’t you?” San walks over to him and pulls him by the root of his hair making his eyes meet yours. “Look at my wife when you speak, scum, or do I need to break the rest of your fingers one by one?” 

And now you see it, his left hand, disfigured, broken bones making his muscles swell under his skin. 

“Speak,” you command. 

“I– I know who’s been feeding information to Viggiano.” 

As soon as you hear the name you stand from your chair and grab his face. 

“You better start talking before you lose your tongue as well,” you look at the disheveled man, then back at San. His eyes have such an intense glare, you’ve never seen him like this. It makes the hairs on your back rise.

“Pl-please no, I–” as the man stutters he keeps looking past you, which makes you turn to see Theo standing right there. The kindness in his eyes was now replaced by threat and fear. 

“No…” a small gasp leaves your lips. 

“You are never going to be the right person to lead, everyone knows–” Theo starts. 

Slap! You can’t believe the speed at which your body moved to hit your so-called uncle across the face. Two of your guards grab him by the arms, waiting for your command, but San is quicker. He bumps the disheveled man’s head with the table, knocking him unconscious. Like a predator to its prey, he walks towards Theo. You don’t see it coming but one punch from San and Theo is coughing blood. 

“That’s enough, San. You can go now.” 

San is in disbelief, but he lets out a deep chuckle that makes you and your company know he is indeed annoyed by your decision. 

“I want his nose and ears cut off, for being a liar and an eavesdrop, send them to Viggiano,” you walk towards the door. “Sleeping beauty over there loses his tongue. I want them both dead by midnight… oh and let this be an example of what happens if you betray your boss,” you finally exit the room, listening to the ‘yes ma’ams’ behind you. 

The night seems to be the longest one you’ve ever lived. This is not the first tough decision you make, but this is the first time someone close betrays you, and it hurts. It hurts bad, so you cry in the loneliness of your room. You curse. You throw things around and you scream. Everyone has been instructed not to bother you, except for one person. 

“May I come in?” San’s voice is soft outside the door. 

“Leave me alone!” 

San enters your room regardless and nothing stops him from getting to you. He holds your wrists. 

“You need to stop bossing me around, I know you are upset but I am not your puppy or your slave.” 

“You disappeared for 9 days and came home with a big surprise. Great! But you mean nothing to me, Choi San, and I mean nothing to you! Just get out before I call the guards.” 

“Nothing to you? Nothing to me!?” he is even more shocked than before and you see in his eyes that look he gave you when you got married but now it is enhanced. It is sympathy. It is agony. It is lust, pain, and love. Deep down you know he means something to you or you would have him dragged out of your room in this very minute. 

You don’t get to answer when San’s lips are already on yours and you find yourself kissing this handsome man back. This handsome man is legally your husband, but you have never kissed before. His lips are hungry and wanting, making you thirst for him as your tongues collide and his needy hands cup your ass. 

“See how lovely it can be when you don’t boss me around and you shut up.” 

Fuck.

The wetness between your legs just grows and you have no words to answer back. His mouth is on your delicate neck, oh he needs to make a work of art here, your skin looks like it could bruise easily. San sucks on various points, his tongue lapping over the marks he leaves behind. Your moaning goes from soft to breathy and impatient. One of your hands reaches under your nightgown and San slaps it away. 

“No, love, you don’t get to relieve yourself until I fucking say so. Now be a good pet and strip for me, would ya?” 

You take off your clothes as fast as you can, pathetic. A week ago, San was just the most annoying housemate, a convenient inconvenience, but now you’re here naked in front of him. His eyes are dark scanning your body, planning how he is going to ruin you, and you are going to let him do as he pleases. 

“On your knees.” 

And you drop to your knees looking up at his adoring face with a wicked smile. He lowers his pants just enough for you to see his cock already leaking for you.

“Such a good pet, would you help me out?” 

You continuously nod and pull his pants further down. His cock is beautiful, perfect, just like him. Slightly curved, just the right thickness, and a bit longer than average. You spit on it and start with your hand, jerking him off, up and down, up and down. Without interrupting the pace you lick his balls and earn the most sensual moan from San’s lips. So you put your mouth to work. You put him between your wet needy lips and push him in, sucking, tasting all of him. San’s breath is heavier when you start bopping your head up and down. He suddenly grabs your hair and takes control, fucking your face and watching you take it. To his eyes, you were already so beautiful, but this is something else.

“See how beautiful you look with your mouth shut, so obedient, now be a good wife and take this cock.” 

You moan at his words, how can they make you so horny when you had no plan of sleeping with him. The vibrations in your throat send San spinning and he is too close to cuming, but not yet. He pulls out of your mouth and helps you up, and with a slap to your ass, he takes you to bed. He signals you to straddle him. You normally don’t like eye contact with your sexual partners but there is something about San that makes it different. 

“Fuck yourself on my cock and I only want to hear how good it feels, okay?” 

You sit on his cock slowly, letting yourself adjust to his length and girth. When you start to bounce on top of him, San has to use all of his willpower not to drill into you like some kind of wild animal, he can do that any other time if you let him. The way you are making him feel is ecstatic. Your tits moving up and down so close to his face he has to suck on them. The feeling of his tongue on your nipples makes you want to cry for pleasure. You let out a high-pitched moan.

“Words, little pet, I wanna hear them– fuck,” San throws his head back as your pace becomes quicker. He slaps your ass, once, twice. 

“I love it, I fucking love it, San… fuck. I like it right there, so fucking perfect. I want you to fucking split me in half,” you just let words out, words derived from the ecstasy of having his cock buried deep inside you. 

And that was the queue for San to let go and fuck you like he wanted. Like you wanted. He now fucks you faster than the pace you set earlier. His hands bruising your hips, the skin-to-skin contact adding even more passion, and his eyes… His eyes on yours making you feel his, making you feel safe, making you feel you can let go and– 

“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum… fuckfuckfuck!” 

And San holds you while your body trembles and your high makes your brain explode into a thousand little particles of pure lust and sin. Fuck the way your heart races, you can hear it in your ears. He puts you on the bed and your reaction time doesn’t catch up with your brain when your legs are wrapped around his waist and he is entering you. 

“San…” you whisper. 

He stops. He is unsure if this is too much and he is willing to stop. 

“San, San, San…” you keep saying his name like a plead, a prayer to the heavens as your hips move forward. You want more. 

“Bet. No one. Ever. Fucked you. Like. This.” San says between thrusts so deep you can feel him in your cervix. “Look at you all fucked out, my obedient pet, taking my cock so well, wanting to cum again. Is that what you want?” 

You nod desperately, anything for another intense orgasm with him. You only want this with him. His hands touching you, his moans on your ears, his voice commanding you to cum again and again. 

This time San fucks you slower, you can feel every inch of him inside you as you clench around his erection encouraging him to keep going. He grabs your thighs to pull you even closer to him, angling your hips higher making you not say his name, but scream it. 

“Yes, fuck, keep saying my name just like that.” 

So you did as he entered you, ruining you for any other man who dared match him. You were his, the man who saved your life and fucks you into oblivion. Now you were close, so close to your climax and you needed to cum like oxygen itself. 

“You don’t get to cum without me, hold it like the good pet that you are,” he says struggling to make a coherent sentence, he was very close too. 

You try hard not to cum before he does, but looking at him sweaty, chasing his high, fucking you as no one has done before does something to you. Your hands squeeze your tits together while your eyes close, trying to last longer. San could have combusted with that sight alone. 

“Cum– cum now… fuck!” 

The tightness in your belly is now free as you both cum. It is so fucking loud that your head hurts. His seed spills deep inside you and if you felt full before, now it’s even better, your legs feel like gelatin. San gently places them down. You are thinking he will probably leave you to go back to his room but he does the unexpected. 

His thumb is over your extremely sensitive clit and two of his slender fingers push his cum back inside you. You scream closing your legs. He smiles. 

“You need to take it all, love,” that’s it… the dom session is over and he uses that word that makes your heart flutter. 

“I can’t.” 

San licks your clit, tasting the mix of both of your releases. His fingers thrust in slowly, slightly angling up until you squirm under his touch. 

“Ah, right there? You like it there, love?”

“Mmmm-ugh yesfuck…ah–” you babble. 

San continues his tortuous pace until he latches once again his mouth to your clit. You see stars, you don’t know how your body is taking this, it is so fucking good, he is so fucking good. The way he keeps you on edge and makes you want more and more. Fuck, you can’t even think and you feel your body about to orgasm but something is different. 

“San, San… stop. I’m gonna–” and you squirt, drenching him in your juices. 

“That’s a good girl.” He licks your entrance once last time before collapsing beside you, his arms open inviting you to rest on his broad and hard chest. 

“You are not allowed to sleep in the other room anymore. From now on you sleep here, okay?” 

“You’re ordering me around, but I will follow your command. After all, you are my wife,” he hugs you tightly. 

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ —this took me forever but I am in love with this san! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated and let me know if you would like to be part of the taglist.

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[min-gis]

A LESSER MAN. — choi san.

pairing. fighter!san x fembodied!reader

synopsis. there's only so many ways of calming san down, especially when it involves him losing a fight.

genre/warnings. angst, san is pissed and gets borderline violent with woo, injuries, swearing, implied mxm towards the end, smut ! mdni .

word count. 4.3k

HE LOST.

It’s always a bittersweet feeling, to receive the text from Wooyoung. It doesn’t happen often, but on the rare occasion that it does happen— oh, is it bittersweet.

The makeshift bed in the back of the van is far from comfortable, you think. It’s not comfortable at all, you realize with a sigh escaping from your lips. Nothing about the current situation is comfortable, really. 

It’s about to get a whole lot more uncomfortable, though, you bitterly realize.

Because yes, the makeshift bed and the humid air is uncomfortable — it’s horrible, even — it’s still about to get worse. 

Something Wooyoung confirms when his thumb comes down to press send before shoving his cracked phone down the front pocket of his pants. Something Wooyoung confirms when the text comes through on your phone, when Wooyoung confirms what you fear every time San steps foot into the ring.

He lost.

It’s not necessarily the losing. It’s not the fact that he lost that’s the problem, nor is it the loss of money. You don’t care, and while Wooyoung might make it seem like it’s the only thing he’s in for — the money that San brings in every time he wins yet another fight — you know he doesn’t care either.

San, however, does.

Something he makes very clear every time he does, in fact, lose.

Today isn’t going to be any different, you suppose.

‘’You’ll win tomorrow,’’ The back door leading into the building slams open, followed by Wooyoung’s muffled voice. He’s annoyed, you realize. Not that you expected any less.

‘’Fuck off,’’ The voice that follows causes you to squeeze your eyes shut. If Wooyoung is annoyed — you’re not sure just what San is.

Judging by the way he raises his voice and the sound of what you can only make out as a fist colliding with the side of the van, you figure he’s beyond annoyed. He’s enraged, perhaps infuriated, even.

But just like you excepted for Wooyoung to be annoyed — you already knew that this was coming.

Fury. Rage, even.

You don’t have to look at the two men to know just how the current situation is playing out. You already know Wooyoung is running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down, in order to calm the other male down. 

It never works, you know that. Wooyoung, too, knows that.

‘’Don’t fucking touch the van,’’ Wooyoung’s voice comes out muffled thanks to the walls of the van shielding you, but the annoyance lingering behind his words doesn’t go unnoticed. ‘’Not the fucking van, take your anger out however you please but not the van, you hear me?’’’

It’s the silence that follows that causes you to reach for the door handle. The cold night air happily greets you as the door slides open, and while you’d like to embrace it for just a while longer — the mixture of anxiety and worry that runs through your body prevents you from doing so.

It’s not until your feet hit the concrete ground and you take a step forward to look around the corner of the van that you realize just how bad it is.

And how bad it’s about to get, too.

You can’t see his face from where you’re standing, not that you need to. His disheveled black hair and ultimately ruined white tank top tells you enough. The dried blood that’s forced its way into the once white fabric, though, tell you that it’s worse than you thought.

And if it wasn’t because of the dried blood, it’s the way his fist grab onto the shorter males shirt that tells you just how bad it actually is.

‘’Who paid for that fucking van, huh?’’ San spits as he presses his forehead against his friends. Wooyoung doesn’t respond, instead, he just stares at the man standing a mere inch away from him.

He’s used to it, you think. While it’s horrible, it’s also good, you realize. It’s good that he doesn’t respond, because neither of you knows just what might happen if he would’ve. None of you wish to find out, either. ‘’That’s right,’’ San hisses at the lack of response, ‘’Fucking I did. My fucking blood and sweat paid for that van, so don’t think you have any right to tell me what the fuck to do.’’

Only then do you realize just how bad it truly is.

‘’San.’’

You’re not sure if you managed to conceal the shakiness lingering behind your voice, you hope you did. You truly hope you did. Wooyoung’s eyes flicker over to you, and even though not a single word leaves his lips — you know what he’s trying to convey.

Thank you, and get him off of me before I make it worse.

The silence that follows is almost deafening. You just watch as your boyfriend's back heave up and down, a result of the fight that had just taken place and the adrenaline still running through his body. You’re about to part your lips and call out to him again, until his previously clenched fist relaxes.

You watch as Wooyoung stumbles backward, a result of San using his palm to push him away. A low wince leaves his lips as his back collides with the building, and for a split moment you wonder if you should check up on him.

You don’t. You want to, but the way he looks over at you through hooded eyes tells you not to. It’ll make things worse.

Standing up straight, Wooyoung runs his fingers through his hair before a low hiss leaves his lips. ‘’Get your shit together,’’ He hisses as his eyes land on the man standing in front of him. ‘’Do whatever the fuck you have to do, just get your fucking shit together and then we’ll talk.’’

The air feels heavy as he slips back into the building, sending one last stare your way before slamming the door shut behind him. 

Please sort this out.

Suffocating, almost. It feels suffocating, standing in the quietness of the night. Not a single noise besides the sound of people yelling further down the street and San’s heavy breathing, and it feels suffocating. 

Fuck.

While you already knew what was coming the second the ping of your phone informed you that he had lost, there is only so much you can do. There’s only so many ways of preparing yourself, because frankly, you have no idea how it’ll play out.

It’s different every time, how it plays out. It’s always the same — the anger, the raised voices — it’s always the same. But beyond that, you have no idea just how it’ll play out.

And while violence isn’t uncommon, it always takes you by surprise. And the lingering fear never changes, either. Not that you expected it to. Nor do San, you think. He knows, and he hates it just as much as you do.

Perhaps even more.

You watch as his gaze meets the ground, and you don’t need to see him to know that he has his eyes closed. The way he clenches his fists tells you that he’s trying to calm himself down. You know it’s not going to work. So does San.

‘’San,’’ 

It’s not as stern as your first attempt. It’s softer, still stern, but far from angry. You want him to look at you, to let you see him. He doesn’t allow you to.

His gaze remains on the ground underneath him as a small sigh leaves your lips. His gaze remains on the ground even when he hears you walking towards him — even when he feels your hand graze his back — he refuses to turn around to look at you.

Your fingers trail over the spots of dried blood, taking in the small cuts left on his exposed shoulders. You go to touch them, only to earn a low whine from the male and his body jerking in response.

It’s not until your hands gently grab onto his shoulders and slowly turn him around that he allows you to look at him.

And as soon as your eyes land on his face, you understand his anger. And as the realization of what had actually gone down slowly begins to settle in, you realize just why he refuses to look at you.

Dried blood decorates the corner of his lips, accompanied by a fresh cut to his cheekbone. He looks horrible, you realize. 

It’s more than just losing a fight to him, it’s about his dignity, as well. His feeling of feeling worthy. Of feeling needed, of feeling wanted. Something winning gives to him. Something losing rips away from him.

‘’Oh, San,’’ You breathe as your hand comes up to cup his jaw, tilting his head to the side to get a proper look at his face. His gaze remains on the ground, refusing to meet your own. ‘’What did they do to you?’’

Your thumb comes up to gently graze his cheekbone, feeling him clench his jaw under your touch. ‘’It’s nothing,’’ He mumbles, so low that you almost don’t hear him. ‘’I’ll win tomorrow.’’

His words cause an ache to spread across your chest. You don’t care if he wins. You couldn’t care less whether or not he walks out of that building with thousands and yet another victory, you care about him.

And this — his eyes low and his voice hoarse — causes your heart to break.

Your thumb runs down the side of his face before pressing it against his chin. ‘’Look at me.’’ You command, tilting his face upwards. You just stare at him as you wait for his eyes to meet yours, and when they eventually do, you feel your heart crumble even further.

Sad, sorry eyes meet your own and you think you might start crying right there and then.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for not winning, I’m sorry for lashing out.

You don’t care. You don’t care about any of it.

‘’Come here.’’ 

It’s all you have to say. It’s all you have to say for his arms to come up and wrap themselves around your figure, pulling you closer to him. You let your arms fall down onto his shoulders, your fingers quick to slip into his hair. 

He dives into the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against your skin as he does. You can feel his heavy breath fanning across your skin as you gently massage his scalp, his chest expanding into your own with every shaky breath.

There’s nothing you could ever do to stop your boyfriend from fighting. He treasures it, he loves it — he thrives off of it. There’s nothing you could possibly do or say that would ever stop him from doing what he loves, it comes in a package, he once claimed. Him and fighting, you sign up for both when you get him.

You don’t want to, either. You don’t wish for him to stop. Despite how scary and messy it gets, you don’t wish to stop him.

So when it does get messy, the least you can do is comfort him. Make it less scary, even if it’s just for a moment.

‘’It’s okay,’’ Your words come out mumbled, but comforting, nonetheless. ‘’You’re okay.’’

San just breathes against your skin in response. You’re not saying it for him to respond. You’re saying it to comfort him. To soothe the anger still lingering.

‘’I was so close,’’ You barely hear the words as they slip past his lips. They’re mumbled, and you’re not sure if he’s saying it for you to hear or if he’s saying it for himself to hear. To make a point. A statement even. ‘’I was so, so close.’’

You just hum in response. You’re not sure if he wishes for you to respond, yet you do. You hum as your fingers gently thread through his hair, pressing a chaste kiss onto the side of his face. Chaste, but comforting. ‘’I know you were.’’ 

You don’t know. You don’t know just how close he was to actually winning, but you tell him you do. That you do know. Because despite not being there to witness it, you still know. His anger proves to you just how close he actually was.

And how much he despises himself for not winning.

The feeling of his lips leaving a wet kiss onto your skin takes you by surprise. Your fingers massaging his scalp come to an abrupt stop as he does, his warm lips pressing against your cold skin sending shivers down your spine. 

‘’I’m sorry,’’ He mumbles as he presses another kiss onto your skin. ‘’I’m sorry for scaring you,’’ Another one, ‘’I’m sorry for not winning,’’ Another one, this time his hands placed on the small of your back pushing you firm against his body, ‘’I’m sorry for being such an ass,’’

The feeling of his teeth slightly sinking into your skin causes a gasp to leave your lips. Your hands slip out of his hair, your fingers grabbing onto his shoulders in an attempt to stabilize yourself. It doesn’t work, at least not when you feel his tongue running over the spot where he had just sunk his teeth into.

You already know where this is heading.

‘’San,’’ You breathe. His name trailing off your lips causes him to look up at you — only after leaving one last kiss on the skin of your neck — allowing your gaze to meet his.

One of his hands comes up your side, gently squeezing it before grabbing onto the side of your neck. He tilts his head, eyes low as he looks down at you. ‘’Let me show you how sorry I am?’’

You’ll always be there to comfort him. Each and every time, you’ll be there — waiting to console him.

So you nod. And as soon as you do, his lips crash against your own — hungrily, urgently, even. Like he might crumble if he doesn’t get to kiss you right now, right here. You feel the same way as his hand comes up from its previous position at the side of your neck, cupping your jaw as his rough fingers slip into your hair in an attempt to pull you even closer to him.

It’s rough, the way his tongue slips into your mouth and muffles the moan that almost leaves the back of your throat. The taste of the dried blood in the corner of his lips coats your tongue, a taste so disgusting yet so pleasing.

It’s not about how sorry he is. You know it isn’t. The urgency behind his movements and the slight metallic taste lingering on his tongue tells that it’s not about how sorry he is, not at all, really.

It’s about him, him and his disappointment in himself. It’s about him needing a distraction. Solace, even. Something that’ll allow him to escape the burning in his chest — and you — you might be the best distraction of them all.

You’ll always be there to comfort him. And with one of his hands running down your back, nails digging through the fabric of your shirt — you realize that this time is no different.

Rough hands grab onto your waist as they force you back down, and you realize the makeshift bed is just as uncomfortable as it always is.

The flooring is rough on your knees, despite the blanket you had previously laid out to prevent it from being too rough. The thin fabric doesn’t do much, though. You didn’t expect it to, either.

And while the flooring might be bruising your knees with every bounce, it’s far from being as rough as he is, you think.

‘’San,’’ His name barely slips past your lips, your voice giving out halfway through as he snaps his hips forward. His hands force you back down onto his length, meeting his thrust halfway. The harsh snap of his hips makes it hard to speak — and you think he might want it that way.

The leather of his pants sticks to the back of your thighs with every bounce, leaving such a foul and filthy sound to echo through the closed space. The sound of leather sticking to sweaty skin, leather pants pulled down his thighs just enough to allow his member to spring free.

Rough, raw and filthy.

One of his hands comes up to grab the back of your neck, fingernails threatening to dig into the skin of your neck. A grunt rumbles through his chest, a guttural one — an angry one — laced with undeniable lust. ‘’Look at me.’’

It’s a command. A command he follows up by allowing his nails to sink into the skin of your neck, forcing your head back. A command you follow, your half-lidded eyes meeting his own. His clenched jaw and droopy eyes are enough to pull a whine out of you, a whine he then forcefully pulls out of you as he slams your lower body back down.

His grip tightens as the whine trails off your lips, ‘’Such a good girl, just for me, right?’’ His voice is still laced with both anger and lust as he asks, only this time you hear the slight fear lingering in his words, too.

‘’Fuck,’’ He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he continues slamming his hips into you from underneath, ‘’Don’t even fucking deserve you, do I?’’

Fear that he’s not good enough for you.

Fear that you’re just as disappointed in him as he is in himself.

His fingers slip into your hair, allowing his fingers to intertwine themselves into the strands before forcefully tugging your head backward. The action pulls yet another whine out of you, a painful one. A pain he soothes by diving forward and running his tongue across your now exposed throat, his dry lips leaving a wet kiss behind. 

You wish to tell him that you’re not disappointed in him. That the anger he feels deep within isn’t something you reciprocate, that his actions and his losses don’t define who he is.

He doesn’t wish to hear it, though. So you don’t. You don’t lean forward and embrace him, you don’t whisper in his ear about how you love him and how he can’t allow times like this to consume him.

Instead, you force yourself down his length for the nth time — pulling yet another grunt out of him.

He wants you to console him, so you do. You console him in the only way he’ll allow you to.

‘’I hope every single person in that building can hear you,’’ He grunts against your skin, teeth nibbling on your skin, ‘’Let them hear how good I’m fucking you, show them just how fucking good I am,’’

They know, you think. They already know, and if it wasn’t because of the way he had fingered you against the cold metal of the van a few moments prior — the way your movements now slightly rocked the van most definitely told them.

‘’Tell them, baby, show them.’’

The hand that had just been grabbing onto your hip quickly shifts position, sneaking down to place three fingers against your clit. The action causes you to jolt against him, his fingers pushing firmly against you as you do. ‘’Fuck,’’ You whine, desperately rocking your hips against his fingers — something that causes a hum in approval to leave his chest.

He needs more than that, though, you realize. He wants more than that.

Something he tells you by tugging even harder at your hair, forcing your head back even further as his fingers begin to rub quick, harsh circles over your clit. ‘’I said fucking tell them,’’ He hisses against your skin.

‘’San,’’ You whimper, far from what he wants, yet it seems to somewhat satisfy him as he grunts against your skin. It’s all you have left to offer him, your voice hoarse and throat slightly aching from the current position. ‘’Want you to come,’’ He hisses against your throat, almost commanding you, in a way.

A command you desperately nod at in response. A command you’re more than happy to follow.

‘’Want to hear you, too,’’ He continues, his fingers never stopping and neither does the thrusts, ‘’Want everyone to hear as you make a mess all over my cock,’’

You don’t need to be told twice. A broken moan spills past your lips as you sink your fingers into his shoulders, your hips stilling as your orgasm washes over you. While your movements stilled, his doesn’t — his fingers still desperately rubbing circles over your clit and his cock buried deep within you.

‘’Good girl,’’ He praises, ‘’Fuck, don’t deserve to feel you like this,’’

You’re too far gone to even hear his mindless rambling, too busy coming down from your orgasm to even focus on what he’s saying. You know it doesn’t matter, it’s just mindless rambling, after all.

Things he doesn’t mean.

His hand slips out of your hair, pulling you firmly against his chest as he allows you to rest your forehead against his shoulder. Broken moans and whines spill past your lips as he chases his own orgasm, riding out your orgasm at the same time. 

You know by the desperate grunts leaving his lips and the sloppy thrusts that he’s close, so you bring your hands up to gently cup his face.

‘’Fill me up,’’ You breathe into his ear, ‘’You deserve it.’’

Three words. Three words is all it takes for a groan to rip through his chest and for his hips to snap forward one last time, cock buried deep within you — so deep that it slightly hurts — before he spills into you.

A pleased hum leaves your lips as he slightly trembles in your touch, his cock twitching as white ropes of cum paint your walls. Your thumb comes down to gently stroke his cheek, the skin sticky from the sweat and the humid air — lips pressing a soft kiss onto the same sticky skin.

One last breathy groan leaves his lips before he relaxes underneath you, hands that had just been gripping onto your hips falling down his side. 

You stay like that for a while. Chests pressed against one another, your thumb gently stroking his cheek as your face remains buried in the crook of his neck. He doesn’t pull out — you don’t want him to — and neither does he.

He wishes to stay buried within you forever. Until he psychically can’t anymore.

‘’I’m sorry.’’

He’s the first one to speak up. His voice is hoarse as the words slip past his lips, hands coming up to wrap around your waist. It’s loose, the way he holds you — but still comforting, nonetheless. 

You just shake your head in response.

He has nothing to be sorry about, you think. ‘’Don’t.’’ You seal your words with a soft kiss on his throat, a kiss that tells him to stop.

‘’I’ll win tomorrow, I promise.’’

His words cause you to pull away, your hands still placed on either side of his face. The look you’re met with as your eyes land on his face slightly tugs on your heartstrings, his eyes low and a cheap smile plastered on his lips.

Like he’s trying to convince you. That’ll he win tomorrow, that he won’t disappoint you again.

Like he disappointed you in the first place.

‘’You know I don’t care.’’

He hums in response, ‘’I know,’’ He almost whispers.

‘’But I do.’’

You know he does. You know he cares, you know it matters to him. Whether or not he wins, it’s not important to you — he is.

He’s important to you.

You, too, hum in response as your thumb comes up to soothe the red, irritated skin by his eyebrow. ‘’I know you do,’’ You mumble, carefully running your thumb through his eyebrow. ‘’And I also know you’ll win tomorrow.’’

Your words tugs the corners of his lips into a smile. A genuine one, nothing like the cheap one that had just decorated his bruised lips. 

You don’t know. You don’t know if he’ll win tomorrow, you never know, really. You never know how it’ll end, and you guess that’s the charm of it all. 

Whether or not he’ll fuck you in the back of the van and allow you to praise him for winning yet another fight, or if he’ll walk out of the building with the same anger he had worn today lingering behind his features — it’s all a part of the job, you suppose.

Of never knowing just how it might end.

‘’You think Woo is still mad?’’

The sudden question causes a chuckle to leave the back of your throat. You tilt your head before pressing a small, chaste kiss onto the corner of his lips. ‘’Yeah,’’ You smile as you pull away, a smile he mirrors, ‘’He most definitely is.’’

A sigh leaves his lips, but the playful smile remains. ‘’You think he’ll forgive me if I let him ride me?’’ His words draw yet another chuckle out of you, one he muffles by pulling you back onto his chest.

‘’I doubt it.’’

With a hum leaving his throat, he leaves it at that.

Wooyoung will have to wait, you realize as one of his hands comes up to gently stroke your hair. It’s sticky and sweaty against his chest. You don’t care. Your knees still hurt from rubbing against the hard flooring for a little too long and he’s still buried deep within you, yet you still don’t care.

You stay like that. Silent, his once rough — now turned soft that the anger has slowly faded away —hand stroking your hair. It’s peaceful, you think. You know San feels the same way.

Just like he knows that whether or not he wins the next fight, you’ll be there to either celebrate or comfort him — you always are, and you always will be.

#— ☆ san. #ateez smut #san smut #san hard hours #choi san smut #choi san hard thoughts #san hard thoughts #choi san hard hours #choi san #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #san x reader #san x y/n #san x you

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

This cute lil bean aka drunk San doesn't look like a dom with a corruption kink to me at all. He looks like a sweet baby who need to be cooed and pampered and my heart swells with love and affection

Okay I am pro San having a corruption kink because of his possessive Cancer and Leo placements but drunk San??

One of the only times we still see a husk of San pre-detwinkification?

This San?

Deserves all the pampering and affection in the world.

Can you imagine just preparing a bath for San and helping him get undressed and try not to giggle as the shirt gets stuck over his head and he has a little pout because he's struggling to take his socks off?

It reminds me of when he was tipsy from attending an awards ceremony and the first thing San did when he got home was to go live on Toktoq (just his voice) and ramble about how grateful he was to Atiny's for their support and how he cares for us.

It was just so wholesome and caring that in his drunk state, his priority was still showing love for Atiny's.

And of course, when he falls asleep, he will want to be the little spoon.

#i don't know what character development he was having in 2020 for him to go fuck it i want to be mountain san #but i do miss twink san occassionally because of how cute he was #choi san #choi san smut #choi san hard hours #anon ask #answered ask #ateez smut #ateez hard hours

[atzhrts]

thinking a lot of thoughts‼️‼️

#this is what he looks like getting his dick sucked dry #(i would volunteer ) #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #san hard thoughts #choi san smut #choi san hard hours

[ateezreactionsandscenarios]

Kinktober Day 29 - Degrading

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Public sex, possessive San, degrading, marking, oral (M receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

Word Count: 2479

Summary: Someone needs to be reminded who they belong to.

Prompt List               MasterList         Kintktober 2022        Buy me a Coffee

That was it, that was the last straw. San didn’t mind you joking around with his band mates, hell he was over the moon that you all got along and you were quickly welcomed into the friendship group but today you took it too far. In your defense San’s mind had been to focused on his work recently and you haven’t had half the attention you craved so why not test his patience. You didn’t want to overstep boundaries with both San and the group so you went to the one person who you knew would help you out without asking a single question, Wooyoung.

You’d pulled him to one side when no one was looking and explained your predicament to him the best you could without explicit detail, explaining how San has hardly been around lately and you just wanted a little attention. It was like Wooyoung could read your mind, he knew exactly what you wanted out of this and damn was he going to get it for you. 

“Look I know exactly what you need to do but you need to trust me.” He said wiggling his eyebrows at you which made you feel a little uneasy knowing the reputation that followed Wooyoung’s plans. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s nothing extreme, just a little empty flirting is all that needs to go on and San’s all yours.” You looked at him questioningly no sure if this was a good idea. 

“Look, San loves attention too so when he sees you giving your special attention to someone else he’ll snap and give in and if you’re lucky you’ll get a little fun from it too.” Wigging his eyebrows again he watched as a blush of embarrassment crept up to your cheeks. 

“Are you sure it’ll work?” You ask trying to shake off the embarrassment. 

“San’s my best friend I know him like the back of my hand, trust me after this he’s all yours.” And that’s how the current events came to be.

San watched with annoyance in his eyes as you giggled with Wooyoung, gently running your fingers along his arm as you twirled a piece of your hair between your fingers, really playing on the flirting. 

“We’ve got his attention.” Wooyoung whispered trying not to break character and boosting his performance by putting his arm on the wall just above you leaning into it getting just that bit closer to you making sure to quietly console you telling you it’ll all work out.

San couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t want to cause a scene out of courtesy to the other members but if he stuck around any longer he was sure he’d end up hitting Wooyoung  so he opted for the next best solution and left the room not before making his annoyance known with a big frustrated sigh and storming off to the door slamming it shut behind him. You and Wooyoung look towards the door wide eyed at what just happened, but now the ball was in your court. 

“What are you waiting for, go get your man.” Wooyoung cheered with a wide knowing grin pushing you towards the door.

You didn’t have to look far for San, you found him leaning against the wall just outside the door taking deep breaths in an attempt to cool down his burning temper. 

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” You feign innocence. 

“What do you care, go back to Wooyoung, you both seem to be getting on REALLY well.” You tried your hardest to hold back the smile that was starting to creep it’s way onto your face but the tone of his voice made it difficult, it told you your plan was a success. 

“Oh come on Sani, we were just talking.” It was like a fire had been lit behind his eyes, he wanted to scream but right here and right now was not the time or place, so once again choosing the next best option he grabbed you by the wrist pulling you into the broom closet next to him.

“Wow Sani slow down.” You yelp almost falling face first into the closet before getting pinned to the wall. 

“Does that get you off or something?” San hissed inches away from your face as you tilt your head still playing the innocent card. 

“Do you get off acting like a whore around my friends?” Your skin prickled with goosebumps and heat pooled at your core at his harsh words. You had him right where you wanted him. 

“You haven’t been giving me attention.” You pout a little exaggerated, just enough to really get under his skin. 

“So you flirt and bat your eyelashes at Wooyoung, practically eye fucking him right in front of me!?” By now San had you pressed between him and the wall with no escape even if you wanted to. 

“Fine, I guess you just need a little reminding of who you belong to.” Your mouth grew dry despite knowing exactly what you got yourself into you didn’t expect him to go through with it so quickly, especially not while he was still at work and in a broom closet of all places. 

San pushes his knee against your core, the pressure making you whimper while his hand clutches a large clump of your hair pulling just enough to make it sting a little. 

“Sani.” You whimper. 

“Ah, ah, ah, you wanna act like a whore then you’ll get treated like one.” You gulped hard while you waited for his next move. Using your hair San pulled your head back and to the side slightly to give him enough access for his lips to attach to your neck, he was in no way going to be gentle with you today, his lips started with a hard kiss to your pulse point before he sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave behind teeth marks. Hissing through your teeth you dealt with the pain which lasted only a moment before he moved to the other side of your neck, sucking harshly mixing in a few bites and small licks at the bruising patch on your flesh. Once he was happy with how dark his mark was he pulled away grabbing your cheeks in his hand to make you look at him. 

“Marked as mine.” He starts with a smirk. 

“Now no one will think twice about touching you.” You couldn’t get over how hot San was when he was pissed off, usually he was very sweet and loving and the worst you’d ever seen him was when he had a bad day at work but that was no comparison to right now. 

“I was going to surprise you tonight, I was gonna wait until we got home to sweep you off your feet and give you everything you craved but then you pulled that stunt and now...I don’t think you deserve it.” Your eyes widen as you silently curse yourself for missing that opportunity. 

“Sani I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” You plead desperately trying to make him change his mind. He raised an eyebrow at you, gears turning in his head as he thought of how to punish you.  Letting go of your face he held your head firmly in place by your hair making sure your eyes stayed on his face. You could head the quiet sound of a zipper being pulled and the sound of shifting fabric as he pulled his jeans down to his thighs. 

“Sorry huh, why don’t you show me how sorry you really are?” Placing a hand on your shoulder San pushed you to your knees so you were face to face with his cock. 

“Put that whore mouth of yours to work.” You unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, trying to ease the burning need that was overcoming you, his harsh words turning you on to no end. 

Obeying his words you opened your mouth for him, tongue slightly hanging out waiting for his cock to enter, what you didn’t expect was the way San’s hand grabbed your hair again using it to push your face down on his cock taking him all in at once, the sudden intrusion made you gag around him resulting in a low growl from him, the way your throat constricted around his tip had him throwing his head back. You pulled yourself together as quickly as you could and relaxed your jaw letting San use you for his own pleasure. San thrusting into your mouth harshly made tears roll from your eyes as you struggled to breathe making you dig your nails into his thighs for support. The small closet was filled with the wet sounds of your mouth repeatedly taking all of San and harmonised with the low growls that were leaving his throat, to say the whole thing sounded pornographic was an understatement.  Just as you got into a rhythm San pulled out from you, tightening his grip on your hair to bring you to your feet. 

“Look at you all fucked out already, pathetic.” He chuckled looking at your tear stained face before spinning you around to face the wall. 

“Now are you going to be good and take what I give you?” You nod weakly as you catch your breath but that was soon interrupted by the way San wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“Words slut.” 

“Yes.” You whimper. If San was any rougher with your leggings he would have ripped them with the way he yanked them and your underwear off you. Kicking your legs apart he didn’t give any warning before sheathing himself in you fully making you gasp breathlessly and ball your hands into fists against the wall. San’s frustration was evident in the way he mercilessly fucked you, each thrust had your body jerking forward so hard you had to use the last on your strength in your arms to stop you hitting your head against the wall. You bit down on your lip to stifle the moan that was threatening to escape, you didn’t want to run the risk of the others hearing what was going on. 

“Why so quiet, you were happy enough to run that whore mouth of your earlier.” On a normal day San knowing your body as well as he does would be an advantage but right now it was your weakness, the way the tip of his cock consistently hit your sweet spot made you want to scream his name but given your location you resorted to covering your mouth with your hand in an attempt to muffle your sounds. 

“Hey.” San said yanking you up against his chest by your hair. 

“Hand down, I want the others to hear who’s name you’re screaming, especially Wooyoung.” As an extra precaution San pinned both your hands behind your back, gripping your wrists firmly to stop you falling forward. 

Your knees grew weak as your high started to approach and your cries filled the small room as San’s pace picked up exponentially to the point you couldn’t control the constant string of moans if you tried. Your walls flutters around him as your high was mere seconds away from tearing through you and you could feel how his cock twitched inside you from the sensation which just spurred you on even more. 

“San.” You cry out weakly. 

“What was that? I don’t think the others heard you.” You tried again a little louder this time but it still wasn’t to his standard. 

“Louder.” He growled punctuating the command with a sharp thrust that made you cry out. 

“SAN!” 

“Much better.” He purred continuing with the sharp thrusts that ultimately sent you over the edge, legs trembling as your orgasm tore through you with white hot heat as you screamed out a string of incoherent moans. The intensity of the orgasm made your legs almost give out on you, you slump lower giving into the weakness before getting pulled back up by San’s arm that was tightly wrapped around your waist. 

“Oh no you don’t, I’m not finished with you.” His tone was taunting, he enjoyed watching you become a shaking mess under him, but the cockiness was a façade he was a lot closer than what he made out to be, his thrusts slowed down to try and hold out a little longer but the tightness your core held around him was making it difficult to hold back so he ultimately gave in. Pace picking back up he fucked into you harder and harder chasing his high and throwing you into overstimulation. 

“San...too much.” You cry out tears pricking at your eyes again as your whole body trembles in his hold. “Aww is it, is it really too much for my little slut?” Your cries were his only answer and that was enough for him, he’d rendered you to a babbling mess. A handful of sharp thrusts later and San’s grip tightened on you and long low groans filled the room as his own orgasm took over painting your walls white as he continues to fuck into you riding out his high. 

As soon as it was all over his temperament changed like someone flipped a switch in him, his grip on you loosened as he turned you around in his arms pulling you close to him peppering your flushed cheeks with kisses. 

“I love you.” You say quietly nuzzling your face into him. 

“I love you too. I guess we better get back to the others.” He says holding your face in both hands wiping away the tear stains on your cheeks before gathering your clothes and helping you back into them. He was so gentle with you now, he held you like you were made of glass and he spoke to you so softly you could barely hear him. He let you have a few moments to collect yourself and get back to normal before walking out of the broom closet with his arm wrapped around your waist and heading back into the practice room to the rest of the group. 

As soon as you and San walked into the room your ears were met with blaring music and 7 sets of eyes fell on you both. 

“Oh you’re finally done!” Hongjoong shouts over the music getting up to turn the speakers off. Wooyoung shot you a quick wink as he approached you both. 

“So I’m guessing the plan worked.” Wooyoung quipped noticing not only how San held you close but also the deep purple bruise and the red teeth marks that painted your neck. 

“But next time guys be courteous to us, we had to turn the music on to drown out the noise.” Your cheeks flushed a furious shade of red from embarrassment but San on the other hand squeezed your side and shot you a quick smirk. 

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[madamdionysia]

warnings: sanhwa threesome, overstim, oral (afab!receiving), fingering, no pronouns used, service dom!sanhwa, teasing san, pre-existing poly relationship, implied consent, reader is called “baby” affectionately, and one swear word lol

You sighed, threading your fingers through Seonghwa’s hair as he pushed your thighs apart. It was the same old story, him eating you out and you happy to fall apart under his touch. Except this time, San happened to be there.

“I can’t believe you admitted to that,” San purred from behind you. He held onto your waist, rubbing soft circles into it as if he was mirroring Seonghwa’s motion on your clit. Goosebumps formed along your skin. San leaned in to kiss your neck, so you caved and let him.

“Wanting the both of us, I’m so flattered.”

The words were hot against your skin.

Hwa licked up your thigh. “Really San, you should have a taste when you’re done teasing. We’ve all been in a relationship for two years now.”

“He acts like this is the first time he’s fucked either of us.”

“Come on, can’t I have a little bit of fun?”

You feigned offense as he swapped places with Seonghwa. Hwa wrapped an arm around your waist, returning his hand to your clit and stifling your giggle.

“Please Sannie, make me cum?” you asked.

“Anything for you baby.”

#seonghwa smut #ateez smut #san smut #ateez hard hours #seonghwa hard hours #san hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #seonghwa hard thoughts #san hard thoughts #choi san smut #choi san hard hours #choi san hard thoughts #good bye i will be back when the semester has freed me

[anti-romantico]

[difficult] ateez san

warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, strangers to idk, one night stand (?)

words: 1689

You weren't exactly waiting for someone, you just liked to go to the bar and drink alone, but you didn't mind if someone made you company. Of course, you were selective, if they were too creepy or not attractive (for you) you would ditch them.

But this handsome guy got his eyes on you, not caring you noticed. He had black hair, small eyes and broad shoulders. You smiled at him, letting him know it was ok to get close. But he took his sweet time, as if he was teasing you. You liked him. 

And almost as if he was reading your mind, he walked to you when you were about to leave. 

— It only took you 20 minutes, handsome. — You said, side-eyeing him.

— I like to take my sweet time. — You finally heard his voice. — My apologies, I'm San.

But you never gave them your name, they didn't need it. — I would say "my pleasure", but I'm afraid I'm already leaving. — You tried to push him with your hand. His chest was hard under your touch.

— I thought we were on the same page. — He said, holding your hand, keeping it on his chest and taking a small step to get closer. You chuckled, you were the one who is supposed to play with them, not the other way around. — Is there anything I can do to change your mind?

You turned your head, not finding the bartender to ask for the bill and finding an excuse to run. There was something in him that intimidated you, in a good way, but you didn't like that.

You suddenly felt his lips on your ear. — I don't like you not paying attention to me. — You bit your lower lip and looked back at him.

— I don't think you know what you got yourself into. 

One of his legs sneaked in between yours and his free hand grabbed you by the chin. — I can say the same thing, and I would be more than happy to show you. Right here.

You didn't like the public, you would cringe just by the thought of people watching. But the bar was almost empty, and the people there were too drunk to even care. — We're not on the same page, then… San. 

He smirked, and it looked like he was going to say something, but the bartender finally appeared. 

You paid for your drinks and San for his before letting him guide you to his car. It was risky going to a stranger's place for a hook up? Yes, but it wasn't the first time. 

And for a guy that lived alone, his house was clean. No dirty laundry thrown around, no dishes in different parts of the house. You were surprised how clean he was. 

— Like it? 

— You can't imagine how many guys can live with the smell of expired snacks and cheap soap. 

— Well, at least I know I won't be part of that list. — San took off his jacket and got close to you. Your eyes were imerse on his chest. 

— Where's your room? — You looked around. There weren't that many doors.

— That's a different level, baby. I don't see why you can be in my room if you won't even tell me your name.

— Ok. I don't mind the couch. — You walked towards the dark blue couch in his living room and sat down. 

— There's no way I'm winning tonight, uh? 

— You should've known since I waited for you to get close. — You started to get impatient, but you didn't beg. 

San walked to you and grabbed your chin, making you look up. You immediately unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear.

— After we're done, I want to know your name. — But you didn't answer, already thinking of a way to leave before he could ask again.

You started by inserting his cock head into your mouth and gave it a little suction, making him throw his head back and brush your hair back with his fingers. You enjoyed his reaction a little too much, so without a warning, you then went real fast and as deep as you could for a couple of minutes, loving the way he growled. Your hand was massaging his balls, earning a hard pull on your hair. You then went back to the head and gave it another hard suck. At this point the grip on your hair was burning on your scalp, but you didn’t care. You licked his length all the way to his balls and back a few more times before going back and putting his cock back in your mouth and bobbing your head at a fast pace. your mouth started to suck hard. He was fighting the urge to buck his hips, he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. Your eyes rolled back when he finally cummed in your mouth, it tasted really good. He pulled you from your hair when you didn't stop sucking him.

Your chin and neck were covered in drool, but he didn't care, he bent down so he could kiss you. You gave his tongue a hard suck before standing up and making him take your place. He admired you while you got undressed. He also finished taking off his under garments and started to open his shirt, but you stopped him.

It felt like opening a gift you've been waiting for so long. He had such an amazing body.

— Can I leave marks? — You asked, and he almost laughed.

— Only if we're going to meet again. — And in other circumstances you would've run, but you knew you couldn't miss this opportunity.

You got on top of him while kissing his neck and were so tempted to leave at least one hickey on his chest.

He was thick, and you hated yourself for a moment for not telling him to finger you. Maybe next time.

You moaned and looked at him, but he had his eyes closed, trying to not lose his mind. Your fingers on his chest made him focus on you.

— Are you going to show me what I got myself into? — You asked.

With his help, you were bouncing on him, grabbing the back of his neck for support. You never cared about being loud, and he seemed to enjoy it. San would whimper from now and then, squeezing your butt cheeks and letting them go.

You felt his lips on your right nipple up to your neck. You looked down and kissed him. Moaning in each other's mouths.

— Lay down. — San said over your mouth. 

The pillows were so soft, you moaned when your back touched them. San smiled before inserting himself into you again.

Your fingers felt his abs and traveled to his back until they arrived on his shoulders. A specific hard thrust made you moan, and you didn't realize, but you dug your nails in a little. He didn't stop thrusting, knowing perfectly what he was doing.

— Only if we're going to meet again, baby. — San whispered in your ear.

— You're doing it on purpose. — Another moan interrupted you, not letting you insult him. 

He grabbed your hands with one of his and locked them over your chest, squeezing in your boobs. If only you could slap the smirk off of his face.

The house was hot. You two were sweating. San finally let your hands go and you immediately grabbed his neck to kiss him.

— Where can I cum? — He asked, brushing the hair on your face. 

— Don't pull out. — You barely said. 

— What? — San was confused. You locked your legs around his waist and kissed him again.

And he would ask, but the burning feeling of your nails scratching the skin of his back sent him to extasis, cumming inside you. 

After a couple of minutes, San checked you, thinking you fell asleep, but was glad to find you awake. — Are you ok?

— Can I use your bathroom? — He loved the way your voice came out. He slowly pulled out, making both of you sigh.

— Down the hallway, last door. I'll get you clothes. — He got up and walked to his room, letting the door open. 

After getting yourself clean, you peaked your head out of the door. — San? 

— Here. — He got out of his room with only pajama pants and some big shirt for you.

— Thanks. — You grabbed it and put it on.

His room wasn't messy, but it wasn't exactly clean. — This is why I didn't let you in. It wasn't in my plans to bring someone. 

— You know I can call a taxi and leave.

— Don't you dare. — San grabbed you by the neck and kissed you hard. — I'll drive you tomorrow, now sleep.

— Oh, don't tell me you're going to sleep on the couch. — You laughed. He had to be joking.

He stopped his tracks and turned around. — Good night, baby. 

You rolled your eyes when he closed the door. You looked at the bed and felt bad. It looked so comfortable. The room wasn't as messy as before and you mentally thanked him for cleaning.

It was late, but you didn't know exactly the hour. Your phone was in your jeans. God, but that meant to leave the bed. The door opened and you slightly raised your head.

— Morning, beautiful. — San got in his room and walked to the bed. You moved so he could lay with you, but he only sat down.

— What time is it?

— Passed midday. I already went for a run and came back. — He finally moved the blanket and lay down with you. — Are you hungry?

— Not really, I'm still tired, I don't know how you can have energy after last night. — You laid your head on his chest. 

— I needed to distract myself from the beautiful nameless naked girl sleeping on my bed.

— Did it work? — You got your legs on each side of his body. His hands railed up his shirt on you, so he could massage your butt.

— Now who has energy after last night? — San laughed, grabbing the back of your face and kissing you. 

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[sugarnspice630]

San - NSFW Audio 🎧❗

Riding San and making out with him

Audio is below the cut! Make sure headphones are connected, volume is turned down, or you're alone. Here's your warning!

A/N: This is NOT actually San (obviously). This is just for fun and imaginative purposes. In no way is this depicting him as a person. I just found this on Youtube. Enjoy~! ;)

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Tags: @pre1ttyies @isiloiale @sanspuppet @moongoddess1982 @yeosangsbbg @sanipan @wisejudgedragonhairdo

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[yuyusboyfriend]

Sweet Dreams ☾˚✧

pairing: best friend!wooyoung x reader

wordcount: 2k

content: Playing with your best friend's hair seems to do more to him than you think.

warnings: nsfw, slight somno, dom!wooyoung, sub!reader, petnames (baby, babe, sweetheart, love, honey) afab!reader, no use of gendered pronouns but words like cunt, clit etc. are used, nipple play, cunnilingus, wooyoung is still a brat, lmk if im missing anything!

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He squeezed your waist as you continued to brush his soft locks, letting out soft snores against your thigh. You swiped your finger over what he called his "dot", before returning to playing with his dark strands.

Wooyoung had been by your side since your first year of college, sitting down next to you on the first day; He purposely flicked his pencil onto your desk to distract you both from the task at hand.

"whatcha doing?" He said to you in a failed attempt at whispering. You gave him a quick side eye before returning to your work and dropping his pen on his desk.

"The work. I'm doing the work."

"Cool! Cool… what was the work again?" You finally give him a proper look at his face. Fuck, he's gorgeous. The mischievous grin he had plastered across his face was angelically evil and you could hardly tear your eyes away as you analysed his perfect features.

"Like something you see?" He ran his tongue against his top teeth as you stared back at him in now horror.

"What?" you yell, flustered and loud enough for a few classmates to whip their heads in your direction with a glare.

"My name's Wooyoung, you?" He-Wooyoung carried on as though nothing happened, as you noticed he was holding your phone and adding his number, texting himself so he could save yours.

"y/n, but what are you-" The professor announced the class was over and Wooyoung had already hopped out of his chair and walked to the exit, before turning around one last time,

"Talk soon, yeah?" He softly smiled at you and left.

That's what led you here, as his sleepy sounds echoed in the silence of your bedroom. The laptop that had been previously playing the movie you were watching on mute, careful not to wake him up. It was the last day of exams and you were both taking your well-deserved rest. Wooyoung looked so innocent in his slumber; long lashes resting on his smooth cheek, hands squeezing tighter around you occasionally as if he wasn't already close enough to you. He was so… kissable.

Fuck, you shouldn't be thinking about that - You had been trying your best to forget the silly flutter you felt in your chest when you thought about your best friend. You knew better to feel this way about Wooyoung, but every time he invaded your personal space, which was a lot, the ache in your stomach became worse with each touch. To say you were suffering right now would be an understatement.

"Mmhm…." Wooyoung hummed in his sleep, fidgeting against your outstretched leg under him. You stared at his lips as he huffed again.

"You having a dream woo?" You knew he was still too deep in his sleep to hear you, but you still hoped he would wake up and put you out of your misery. He shuffled against your leg again and squeezed you once more, rolling his hips slightly.

Was… was he hard?

"woo, seriously" he cut you off with a whimper against your waist, his jaw dropping open slightly to let the noise slip out onto you. Your muscles froze as he grinded on your leg, desperate for friction. You tried to escape the grip of the boy but as you shuffled away he only readjusted his tight hold on you and pulled you further down grinding into your inner thigh. You could feel yourself getting wet at the situation as well as the growing patch on your thigh from Wooyoung's precum leaking through his jogging bottoms.

"y/n, fuck" his sleepy form dug his nails into your lower back making you moan at the pain and pleasure, making you squirm enough to-

"y/n?" Wooyoung was looking up at your restless form, worry forming in his darkened eyes as he tried to halt the drag of his hips against your crotch. Your own body holding back the urge to push your hips up to him closing the minuscule gap between your heated bodies.

"Woo,

I'm sorry I should've woken you up-"

"y/n, please shut up for like two seconds" Wooyoung breathily whispers before reaching up to your face and lunging his lips against yours. His kiss was overflowing with desperation as he gripped the back of your neck to pull you towards his form, resuming his hips movements over your clothes. You could feel his head pressing down into your cunt through the stupid amount of layers separating your bodies.

"Fuck baby, you think I can get these off you?" Wooyoung whispered sweetly into your ear, snapping the waistband of your sweatpants and grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin under your ear. You tried to wriggle them off by yourself but Wooyoung wanted to hear your words.

"words baby." He peered through his long lashes.

"please Wooyoung."

"'Please Wooyoung' what?" Oh, what a bastard. He was getting off on being bratty despite his growing need in his pants getting harder by the second. Knowing Wooyoung meant you knew he wasn't gonna give up this fight no matter how in need he was.

"Woo take these off me right I swear to god" He snatched your sweatpants from your waist along with your undies and stuffed them in his pocket before you could finish your threat.

"Honey you're soaked, all from me rubbing up on you while I was asleep? that's dirty." his hoarse voice seeped through a wide grin. He dragged his thumb against your cunt, spreading your arousal to your sensitive clit.

"Shit! Wooyoung, please oh my god" you whined under his soft touch.

"Not God, love, I'm better" He gave you a wink before lowering his head to kiss down your thighs, each kiss nearing further to your aching cunt as you pleaded and begged him to end your suffering. Your hips lift as his lips latch around your clit, tongue moving expertly against it while he slides a digit into your begging hole. It wasn't enough. You needed him, his cock to fill you. As though he could hear your thoughts raging around your head, he takes his mouth off you for a second.

"I need you wet enough to take me, sweetheart, I can't go hurting you now can I?"

"Wooyoung I can take it you dickhead, please," You pant, tipping your head back.

"You're so impatient, can't even let me enjoy my meal" He huffed wiping his mouth, standing up to untie his sweats and rip them off, "You got a condom?" He looked at your bedside drawer and opened it before giving you a chance to answer. He closed his palm around a small silver vibrator and presented it to you.

"you think about me when you use this baby?" he bit his lip as he examined the toy, turning it on to feel the vibrations on his fingertips. "You probably touch yourself with this while whining my name under your breath, huh." You shivered under him at the filth spilling out of his mouth, your own words stuck in the back of your throat at the sight of him. You leant up to tug his shirt off of him, desperate to feel his skin against yours, thighs clenching together as your eyes take in his naked form.

"please." Your whimper was enough for Woo to reach back into the drawer and fish for a condom, finally pulling one out and ripping the foil with his teeth as his other hand busied itself massaging your thigh. He slipped the condom over his hard length, groaning at the feeling of how turned on he was and leaned over your form.

"you sure?" He looked into your eyes, looking for any doubt or concern and being met with nothing but lust and your love for the boy.

"Wooyoung, now please, please" He cut off your begs, his tip slapping against your clit and meeting the entrance of your cunt, pressing into you with a hard thrust. You knew he was big but the feeling of your hole being filled so well had you writhing under him at the stretch.

"shit woo, I'm gonna cum," You pant, not registering your blabbering.

"Then cum baby, but I'm not done with you yet," He nipped at the skin of your collarbone, leaving a trail of blooming marks on your skin that made you whine. He thrusts into you a few more times before feeling you clench around him, feeling your release leak onto his cock, not halting his movements. He rocked himself deep into you, slowly turning the feeling of overstimulation into mind-breaking pleasure. The way he slammed into you every few strokes brought you back to the reality of him burying his length in your wet cunt. All you could muster was a string of moans mangled with his name, the pleasure suffocating your ability to think comprehensibly.

"My cock making you forget your words, babe, ah, fuck you're so cute under me. " He ran his tongue along your sternum, before latching his mouth onto your aching nipple. Ludicrous noises of his mouth lapping at your skin, his lips leaving your nipple with a pop before moving to the other and repeating his actions. You could only moan in reply, wrapping one arm around the back of his head to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, the other dragging your nails across his back in a way that was sure to leave a few marks by the time you were done.

before you could process what was happening you heard a buzzing noise coming from the boy's hand, "Better give this a go shall we? wanna see you come undone again." Your eyes shot open as you felt the cold metal vibrator around your clit, Wooyoung running it up and down as to deny your your second orgasm for a bit longer while his own began to build. He snapped his hips into you harshly, still with a consistent rhythm despite him slowly losing a grip on his sanity being buried so deep in you. His cock managed to brush up on your g-spot with every slam making you see stars.

You felt the vibrations directly on your clit now, your screams filling your bedroom as he continued to drive into your aching cunt - with the extra stimulation you were on the edge of your orgasm, and Wooyoung was basking in your noises, hips movements growing more sloppy by the second. The dirty noises from the base of his cock meeting your soaked cunt mixed with your moans in the air had his eyes rolling back.

"Woo I'm gonna- I can't-"

"You gonna ah- you gonna come on my cock again? Do it, I know you can" He grunted into your ear, voice hoarser than before. Your cunt squeezed his aching member as you came around him once again, feeling the condom swell with his own release inside your sore walls. He continued to roll his hips into you, riding out your orgasms together till you were done.

He looked into your eyes, and to your lips before connecting them again. You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck to pull him in closer, desperate to be close to him still.

"I need to pull out and get you cleaned up love," He whispered to you as you protested, wanting to feel him in you for a bit longer. As he pulled out, you let out an airy moan, sighing at the loss of feeling full. Wooyoung tied the condom and tossed it in the trash before pulling his boxers up and leaving to get something to clean up with.

You watch the way he moved as he helped clean you up, before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"Woo-"

"I love you y/n." You whip your head up to look at him, a little annoyed he just stole the words out from your mouth.

"I was gonna say that! You bastard i wanted to say i love you first!" He let out a high pitched laugh at your pouting face, before reaching to you and kissing you softly.

"You snooze you lose, love."

oh my god i've wanted to write for woo so bad, its kind of shocking out of all the members I wrote woo as a dom but the heart wants what the heart wants❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 sorry for not posting in forever but I've had noooo motivation it's been ass 💔 thank you for reading !!!!

also this isn't proof read so most likely some mistakes 🙏

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[seonghwaddict]

blue bird — choi san, jung wooyoung

in which one of the most dangerous men in the city approaches you with an offer, but how would you have known it would turn into something more?

mafia boss!choi san x fem!reader x mafia boss!jung wooyoung. genre. fluff, smut, mafia au. warnings. explicit sexual content minors dni, unprotected sex, dom!san, dom!wooyoung, sub!reader, slight corruption, p in v, oral (f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, threesome, fingering, reverse cowgirl position, pussy drunk wooyoung??, subspace??, cum swallowing, san is a little mean, wooyoung likes to tease, lots of teasing, hair pulling, slight degradation, dirty talk like a lot of it, brief begging, praise, overuse of the word pretty, pet names (doll, princess, baby, pretty girl, good girl, baby doll, pretty little slut). i think that’s it but if i missed anything please let me know. wc. 6.9k.

lilo’s notes. hiii happy new year everyone!! this is dedicated to @garlichoisan, surprise! i was your secret santa :3 i’m sorry but i completely forgot to write angst and couldn’t find a way to squeeze it in, please forgive me 😭😭 i think i got a little carried away with the smut, it’s probably not my best since i’m not very experienced in writing it but i hope you like it and this as a whole!!

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choi san wanted you in a rather unexpected way.

not in a friendly way or a sexual way, but actually in a professional way. ever since he’d heard of what you, the so called “blue bird,” were up to, he knew you’d be a valuable asset. shortly after he heard about you, he was quick to tell wooyoung about what he had learned from idling in a bar he’d never been to.

it was an early morning. so early that the sun hadn’t risen yet, but that didn’t bother san. he preferred quieter, intimate spaces rather than the bustling clubs of grey city. as he sipped on his whiskey, the two men beside him got to talking. neither of them were very memorable, if anything they looked too similar; not intimidating in any way. still, he made a mental note of the guns attached to their hips. it was nothing very interesting, small talk from what he could tell. well, at least until they mentioned an odd name.

“did you hear what she did?”

“who?” one of them, the one with comically thick glasses, said as he blew out some cigarette smoke.

“well… ya know…” his voice lowered to a whisper, though in his drunken state it was less of a discreet whisper and more of a loud hiss, “the blue bird.”

he gave a sound of recognition. “wonderful heist, wasn’t it?”

“indeed,” he laughed, a deep chortle, “she was here tellin’ ricky all about it yesterday. flawless, flew in and out like a ghost.” he sighed blissfully, as if he had been there to watch you work.

now this. this is what caught infamous mafia boss choi san’s attention.

“more like a bird!” the bespectacled man nudge his friend with his elbow, a high pitched giggle leaving him. “get it? because she’s called bl-”

the friend held his hand up with a deadpan expression. “yes, i get it.”

the two men talked about you some more (“pretty thing she is, isn’t she?” “mhm, heard she’s actually quite sweet too. odd thing to hear about an outlaw.”), but san tuned them out again. with an important upcoming mission, he needed someone capable of doing exactly what these two men had described. he needed someone like you. preferably, you.

going off of what he had heard, he frequented that bar, hoping you’d happen to be there at the same time. he sat at the same seat at the same counter every night and always ordered the same thing. he noticed that after the first two nights he was there, no one really sat next to him. presumably because they recognised him and opted to avoid him instead of doing anything.

not that he cared, this part of town was known to be filled with people of the rebellious type; people like him who despised the government and would stop at nothing to take it down. if anything, they most likely respected him and his business. but alas, that doesn’t matter much in this particular story, does it?

wooyoung even offered to take turns visiting the bar, curious to see this mysterious person as well. but two weeks passed and no sign of you. most of the people there were the same every time he went, he was sure he would’ve noticed a new face at some point.

fortunately, his efforts became successful.

as usual, no one sat directly beside him, leaving one or two barstools between him and whatever other patron sat at the counter. or so he thought. the usual bartender passed him and came to a stop. confused and thinking the bartender stopped for him despite already sipping on his drink, san tilted his head. but it soon became evident that he wasn’t there for him, but rather for the pretty woman he didn’t notice sitting beside him.

“the usual?” the bartender asked, a crooked smile spreading on his face as he looked at you, his hands busy drying a glass.

san heard a brief chuckle beside him, prompting him to take a proper look at you. the first thing he noticed were your lips. plump and red, smooth lipstick. then the slope of your neck and shoulders, exposed by the thin straps of your silky black dress, jacket hanging by your elbows. the soft yellow-tinted lighting bounced off your rich skin and perfect hair in an almost hypnotising way. there was something enchanting about your aura, your posture, you.

he forced himself to look away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“yes, thank you.” you replied, nodding at the bartender as he turned to prepare your drink.

“one hot chocolate for our blue bird coming right up!”

blue bird.

this time san couldn’t stop himself from looking. so it was you.

the men from the other day weren’t lying when they called you a pretty little thing. you wore a silky black dress and a black fur jacket to protect you from the cold wind of the night. as his eyes roamed over you they got caught on your plump thighs. briefly, he wondered if they felt as soft as they looked but soon enough something else caught his attention. as you shifted in your seat, he caught a glimpse of the inside of your jacket, a quick glint reflecting from inside told him you were indeed carrying a weapon. he made sure to keep that in the back of his mind.

a man such as himself, wide shouldered and intimidating, was hard to ignore. if you didn’t notice him staring from the corner of your eyes, you were sure the heat of his stare would’ve burned a hole through your skin. needless to say, he had caught your attention as well, except you seemed to be better at hiding it.

once the momentary shock subsided, he smiled. the fact that such a dangerous person would regularly order hot chocolates from a bar was amusing to him.

noticing the change in expression, you glance at him. what the hell? seeing a man grinning at you was unsettling. a man with such broad shoulders who could probably easily overpower you. his face looked familiar, you realised, but couldn’t quite attach a name to it quite yet.

unsure of what to do and what this man may want from you, you turned away and engaged in a conversation with the bartender as he prepared your drink, all the while ignoring the man at your side. as soon as you finished your drink, you placed some cash on the counter and got up, swiftly walking out of the bar.

while your goal was to get away, you didn’t take the fact that he might follow you into account.

“don’t go yet, little outlaw, i’d like to talk to you about something.”

his voice was rather calm and even, but still left minimal room for discussion. you rolled your eyes before turning around with a completely different expression—eyes wide and innocent, lashes fluttering, eyebrows raised.

“you must be mistaken, sir, i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

he chuckled and took some steps forward and that’s when you recognised him. shit. he slowly walked over to you, speaking to you in that same calm voice with a sprinkle of cockiness somewhere in it. “playing dumb? really? for someone as smart as yourself i’d expect you to know that the 1 billion won bounty on your head doesn’t hide you.”

you sighed at his words, taking steps back to maintain the distance. there was no use continuing the innocent act, snapping at him, “what do you want?”

“do you know who i am?”

“of course i do, the whole city does. do you think i live under a rock?” you scoffed a laugh.

he dismissed your sarcasm, being used to having to deal with such cheeky mouths. “i have an offer.” when you didn’t reply, he continued. “help me and my… business partner with a heist.”

that was not what you expected.

“hmm… no, thanks.” you smiled up at him but nearly faltered as your back hit the wall of an alley you had unknowingly backed yourself into. you cursed yourself silently as he stood right in front of you, so close you had to look up to maintain eye contact.

“i wasn’t asking, darling.” he looked down at you, expression nearly sneering as he held an air of superiority about him. “you either agree or you’ll wake up behind bars tomorrow morning.”

“you can’t arrest me or turn me in, they’ll forget all about me since you’re the more wanted one out of the two of us.” you spoke matter-of-factly, a cocky tilt to the corner of your lips.

“i never said i would be the one to turn you in, little outlaw.”

“you know,” you hummed and moved your arms. his first assumption was that you were reaching for the dagger he glimpsed inside your jacket earlier, instinctively catching your wrists in his grasp as your words died in your throat and your breath hitched. he shifted his grip to place both of your wrists in one hand, holding them up above your head as his free hand nudged your jacket open, revealing the dagger.

he clicked his tongue patronisingly and fished it out delicately. his eyes shifted to yours, eyebrows raising in a silent question as he tossed the weapon over his shoulder. the metal blade clinked and echoed in the barren alleyway. he kept your wrists in his hold but lowered your arms, holding them at the height of your hips.

he leaned forward, speaking into your ear lowly as you suppressed a shudder. “you may continue.”

you glared at him and had the sudden urge to punch the shit eating grin off his face. “what’s in it for me?”

“um…” his face went blank and he leaned back to look at you, clearly not a single thought processing behind those cat-like eyes. “is there anything you want in particular?”

“protection.” you said simply, tilting your head.

“oh,” he nodded slowly, his brows furrowing in confusion but he kept his eyes on you. “but can’t you find that in any store?”

he felt a hit against his shin as you kicked him lightly. “ew not that. i meant… well, doing what i do, there’s a lot of people after me. you have the means to have some of your guys make sure i don’t run into any trouble.”

san nodded understandingly, loosening his grip on your wrists but not letting go. not that you minded. “that’s perfectly possible, yes.”

you exhaled, relieved. warm air fanning against his neck as you did so. “okay, then, i’m in. so what is it you need me to do?”

this time he released your wrists completely and took a step back, reaching into an inner pocket of his tailored suit and pulled out a little card with one hand as the other brought your hand up.

he brushed his hand over your closed fist, opening your fingers up to reveal your palm, placing the card in your palm before gently nudging your fingers to close over it. in a swift move, he turned your hand around and bowed forward, pressing a slow and soft kiss to your knuckles—eyes locked on yours as you stared back at him in bewilderment.

he lifted his lips, smirking at you as he straightened up, hands moving to the bottom of his blazer and tugging, stretching the wrinkles away. “i expect to see you tomorrow at dusk, little blue bird.”

with a wink, he turned on his heels and walked away. you watched him, listening to the echoing footsteps as he left the alley and disappeared around a corner, leaving you slumped against the cold brick wall with burning cheeks.

you weren’t sure what you expected when you arrived at the address on the card choi san gave you. perhaps an underground bunker that looked nothing like the breathtaking estate you stood in front of.

the building was tucked within a small forest far from the outskirts of night city. the architecture seemed foreign and classical, a building you’d roam through whilst listening to tchaikovsky or chopin—not a building you’d expect to scheme against the government in. though, you supposed in some aspects it fit the aesthetic san had going on. sipping whiskey in a fully tailored suit, the smell of cigarette smoke and mint heavy in the air around him.

you walked up to the grand double doors, taking a moment to admire the intricate carvings before ringing the bell. less than a minute later, the right door swung open to reveal a stranger.

he wore wide dark jeans and a black and white plaid shirt, the top few buttons undone to reveal his chiselled collarbones and practically half of his torso. his black hair was slicked back with a few strands framing his face with the dainty square glasses he wore, some hanging silver earrings on display. he was, completely objectively speaking, handsome.

his eyes roamed over you, taking in your appearance before smiling and crossing his arms, leaning his side against the door as he pushed his glasses up to rest on the top of his head. you noticed a mole on his face—a small dot just under his left eye. “so you’re the little outlaw san told me about, huh?”

“yes, and you are?” you knew who he was, of course, but pleasantries were pleasantries nonetheless.

“jung wooyoung, but you already knew that.”

you chuckled and put your arms up in surrender, “oh no, i’ve been caught.”

his laugh was rather high pitched as he ushered you in. “come in, it gets cold at night.”

he led you through the house, stopping by what he referred to as his office but really looked like a sitting room with soft lighting and a desk to grab some rolled up papers before continuing the walk. the interior was just as beautiful as the exterior; intricate paintings and marble floors. wooyoung smiled as he saw the awe-stricken look on your face.

he led you to another set of double doors, pushing both of them open and stepping through without looking back to make sure you were following. now this was an office.

your jaw nearly dropped as you walked into the room, spinning a full circle to gawk at the various bookshelves that lined the walls and high ceiling that looked like it came straight out of the sistine chapel. a large fireplace cast a warm, yet still dark, glow over the room, making it look that much more impressive. a graceful vintage couch with two matching armchair were placed in front of the fireplace, a glass coffee table nestled between the seats and the source of light and warmth.

the floor creaked with every step you took, being made of dark wooden planks instead of marble.

you flinched as you heard san’s familiar voice snapping you out of your stupor. “pick your jaw up, you might catch flies.”

at the sound of his voice, you whipped around and glared at him after quickly pulling yourself together. he was sat in a leather chair at his impressive desk, wooyoung sat (balanced) on the arm of the chair.

you walked over and stood across from them in front of the desk. “it’s a nice house, are you two the only ones that live here?”

wooyoung took the chance to answer. “sometimes. there’s six others that are part of our… syndicate, but they stay in other places, surrounding grey city.”

“enough of that.” san waved his hand dismissively and leaned forward. as he did so, your eyes were drawn to his chest. he wore a white button up, though it appeared to be a bit tight judging by the way the fabric around the buttons strained every time he moved. your lingering gaze didn’t go unnoticed, but neither of them brought it up. “woo, the plans, please.”

the plan was set to take place the months after you had met with them for the first time. this gave you three to prepare, to memorise the layout and every detail about the building you’ll be infiltrating. for this preparation, you frequented their estate often—nearly every day—and spent hours with them. two weeks in, they offered you one of their guest bedrooms to stay in.

at first wooyoung got on your nerves, but soon enough you grew accustomed to his antics—the clinginess, the teasing. eventually, you even found yourself liking it and seeking it out.

san was slightly more reserved at first, more serious. but soon he, too, let down his guard. encouraging words, affectionate touches.

the more time you spent with them, the more you found yourself relaxing, letting them handle you with care instead of pushing them away like you used to with so many people before them. and eventually you, dare you say, began liking them.

you couldn’t deny the way san’s sharp snd perceptive eyes made you want to squirm under his gaze as he watched you bend over his desk to point something out on the building’s floor plan. you couldn’t deny the way his gentle commands (“do this for me please.” “come here, princess.”) had butterflies roaring in your stomach.

and wooyoung. while san was indeed quite physically affectionate, it was nothing compared to wooyoung. lingering touches and smooth words. sometimes you’d be grabbing something in kitchen and he’d come by, pulling you aside by your hips to grab something. later that day you’d offered to cook something up for dinner, but he only tutted and lifted you by your waist to place you on the marble island counter (“i don’t trust you in my kitchen, baby. just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah?”). jung wooyoung was a flirt and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

two days before the heist, you walked into san’s office after waking up and not being able to find woo. in the time you’d spent with them, you had learned that san acquired the bigger and fancier office by winning a game of rock paper scissors.

as you opened the door, the cat-eyed man looked up from whatever he was working on, smiling as he watched you yawn and stretch on your way over to him. he gave you a once over; you wore an oversized shirt, the collar shifted and hanging over one shoulder, the end of the shirt ending halfway down your thighs.

“sleep well?” he asked, putting his pen down as you stopped in front of the desk. he’d woken up not too long before you, still in his sleepwear, hair tussled but somehow still perfect.

you nodded, your voice soft in your sleepy state, “where’s woo?”

“he went out to get stuff for dinner,” he chuckled as he heard the slight concern in your voice. he pushed his chair back slightly and patted his lap. “come sit here while i work, princess.”

you grinned and walked around the desk, claiming his lap as your seat. you leaned back against him, back pressed to his front. he kissed your exposed shoulder chastely and got back to work. you tried to look down at his papers to see what he was doing, but the way his unoccupied arm wrapped around your waist and shifted you slightly (in a way that accidentally made his thigh rub against certain areas) had your mind going blank, unable to focus on anything other than his touch.

though you couldn’t see it, san also had a hard time focusing. every time you moved, your ass brushed over his pelvis. it was clear he didn’t think it through when he told you to sit on him since now he was having a hard time holding himself back, a bulge growing in his sweatpants.

you shifted again, trying to find a position where none of his body parts rubbed against your core, and he sucked a sharp breath in. his hands practically flew to your hips to hold you still.

“princess, i need you to sit still or i might go crazy, okay?” he spoke softly into your ear, hot breaths brushing against your skin and making you shiver, a fact he noticed and made him smirk. maybe he was already going crazy, but just a little more wouldn’t hurt, right?

he kept his lips by your ear for a moment before moving down slightly, placing them just below your earlobe. it was your turn for your breath to hitch, tilting your head to give him more space. he nearly groaned at the subtle act of submission, burying his face into your skin and kissing his way down to the crook of your neck.

time seemed to slow as his hands tightened on your hips, he scraped his teeth along your neck before biting down gently, not enough to hurt but enough to elicit a breathy whine. when the sound left your lips, he froze.

when you noticed he wasn’t doing anything, you whined again and rolled your hips over his pelvis, dropping your head back on his shoulder. the action surprised yourself too. you’d had sex, of course, but it was never a necessity for you. even when the opportunity presented itself, you wouldn’t chase after it. yet here you were, wordlessly begging him to continue. what had these men done to you?

“is this okay?” he whispered.

you nodded immediately, turning your head to look at him. his breath nearly caught in his throat as he saw the look in your eyes, illuminated by the soft glow of the fireplace—a silent plea for him to have his way with you, release the tension that’s built up over the previous three months. without waiting a second longer, he attached his lips to your neck again, a certain roughness to the way he caressed your skin with his lips and his tongue and his teeth.

you melted against him and let your eyes fall shut when you felt his hands slip shirt off, tossing it on his desk, and then rest against your bare waist, fingertips brushing over the skin making a shiver run down your spine. a voice that wasn’t his had your eyes flying open, your body freezing for a moment before you realised who it was.

“you two just couldn’t wait for me?” wooyoung pouted, leaning against the desk in front of the chair you and san occupied. san chuckled against your neck while you stared at wooyoung, dumbfounded, unexpected excitement stirring in your abdomen.

he looked from your face, to san’s smirk, and then down at the way your hips tried finding the right angle to grind on san’s lap. a dark chuckle left wooyoung’ slips and he leaned forward, hands coming to rest on your knees.

“need help with that, doll?” he tilted his head, a mocking pout gracing his lips as he cooed at you, one hand coming up to caress your cheek for a moment as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

your eyes practically twinkled as you looked up at him, pupils dilated as you nod helplessly. wooyoung smiled and patted your cheek affectionately, pecking your forehead again before sinking to his knees in between yours and san’s legs, kissing his way down your body. your eyes tracked him and his slow descent, breath held in anticipation.

“cute,” he giggled as he eyed your pink panties, slipping them off your legs and tossing them aside. he hooked your legs on either side of san’s, spreading them apart, looking up at you. “just relax, be a good girl and keep your legs like that for me, yeah?”

when you nodded, he kissed your inner thigh followed by a quiet groan as he noticed the arousal dripping from your cunt. “oh, doll, you’re so wet.”

“hm, is she?” san chimed in, one of of his hands leaving your waist to dip down and casually slide a finger through your folds; from bottom to top, applying more pressure the further he slid. you prepared yourself for his finger to get to your clit but, much to your dismay, he removed his hand just before he got there. you suppressed the urge to glare at him over your shoulder. simultaneously, wooyoung began leaving pecks all over your inner thighs.

san hummed and pressed another kiss just below your ear, whispering, his voice thick with lust, “all that and we barely even started. what a pathetic, needy mess, huh?”

the way he said it made it clear he expected an answer from you, but with how wooyoung ran a single finger through your folds, you couldn’t do much but shudder and nod. san clicked his tongue and snaked his hands further up from your waist just under your breasts, fingers brushing circles over your nipples. he waited patiently to give you more time to answer.

wooyoung’s tongue slipped out to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit and both your brain practically short-circuited. the combination of the feeling of his tongue and his wide, glossy eyes peering up at you from between your legs sending your mind reeling. he groaned as he tasted you, swearing in his head that he’d probably finish in his pants within five minutes. a sudden pinch of your nipples had you snapping out of your trance.

“say it, princess.”

“ah- i’m a mess.”

“and why are you a mess?”

you opened your mouth to answer but your own moan cut you off as wooyoung began circling your clit with his tongue. san’s lips backed away from your ear and he looked down at wooyoung, signalling for him to stop by holding up his flat palm. your chest heaved with heavy breaths as wooyoung reluctantly removed his tongue and leaned back just an inch, giving you a moment to recover.

“he won’t continue until you tell me why you’re a mess, baby.”

“because of you,” you whined, trying to press your hips closer to wooyoung’s face but to no avail as san moved his hands back down to hold you firmly by those hips he loved so much.

“good girl, that’s right,” he cooed into your ear, giving you a tender kiss. “you’re our pathetic needy mess, aren’t you?”

“your mess. i’m your mess.”

at the confirmation, san looked down at wooyoung and nodded. not even a second later wooyoung’s mouth was back on you. one of san’s hands stayed to control your hips and the other went back to massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples.

wooyoung’s pace was relentless. he ate you out like a man starved, licking up all the juices that seeped from you while he made sure to nudge his nose against your clit repeatedly. when his mouth wasn’t at your entrance, he had his lips wrapped around your clit, alternating between rhythmic sucks and prods of his tongue, one of his fingers teasingly circling your hole.

he swore he could’ve gotten drunk off your taste, finding the way you writhed in san’s lap so cute. wooyoung momentarily removed his mouth from you once again, watching your face as he tentatively pushed his finger past your entrance. he spoke, voice somewhere between a hoarse groan and a sigh.

“fuck…”

you threw your head back on san’s shoulder, suddenly aware of the hard erection pressed against your ass. you tried to rock your hips just a bit, wanting to help him, but his fingers tightened on your hips.

“keep being such a good girl and i’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember your name, but i need you to be patient. okay, princess?”

your breath hitches and you nodded at his promise, your attention being drawn back to the man between your legs as he added another finger. your breathing grew erratic.

“mmm, so tight.” he groaned, eyes fixated on the way his fingers disappeared into your before slipping out again, more and more of your slick seeping out with each thrust of his digits. wet sounds reverberated through the room as you let out a silent curse.

you thought your noises were kept to a minimum, too embarrassed to really let loose, but as soon as he curled his fingers in you—easily finding that spongey sweet spot—a proper moan ripped itself out of you. and then his tongue was back on your clit, not as firmly as you would’ve liked but enough to draw out more moans and whimpers.

at first, he took his time, fingers thrusting in and out of you at a frustrating pace, tongue only lightly brushing over your swollen pearl. but soon enough, he sped up gradually until he reached a speed that had you crying out and arching your back with every inch that he moved. all the while san muttered encouragement into your ear.

“mhm, you’re taking his fingers so well, princess.”

“can’t wait to have my cock in your tight little pussy. don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.”

“look at you, being fucked dumb just from his fingers. you can barely even keep your eyes open, huh?”

you thought you were controlling yourself well but the moment wooyoung added a third finger, the stretch burning just slightly though your wetness kept things moving smoothly, the moment san spoke all those filthy words in your ear, you felt yourself crashing over the edge. it all felt so good you didn’t even realise you were climaxing until you felt yourself shaking and stars swarming your vision.

a high pitched cry ripped through your lips, moaning wooyoung’s name as he takes his fingers out so he can slurp up your release, groaning against you. you tasted so good and if he could, he would have bottled up all the sounds you made to listen to them before bed every night. san planted tender kisses to your jaw and shoulder as wooyoung eventually removed himself.

he looked almost as fucked out as you, drunk of the juices of your pussy as he slowly got up. he took your face in his clean hand and eagerly pressed his lips against yours, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue. the two of you made out slowly, sloppily, and he slowly trailed his hands down. tracing the curve of your waist before settling his hands on your hips, guiding them to grind over san’s length.

you followed his lead, arching your back to position your pussy right over his erection. that seemed to have made san lose all his composure, rasping out harshly, “woo, please lift her up for a moment.”

moments later, you were back in his lap, this time his long cock buried deep in your cunt. his hands guided your movements, his thrusts matching the pace of the roll of your hips. though he wasn’t able to see your face, fucking you in a reverse cowgirl position, he could image how fucked out you looked. cheeks painted red, glazed over eyes, swollen lips, messed up hair.

wooyoung separated his lips from you, chuckling against your mouth. you struggled to kiss him, san feeling so good in you that you had a hard time thinking straight. “does he feel good, babydoll?”

you nodded and leaned forward just slightly to attach you lips to his pretty neck, mindlessly kissing and licking your way down to his collarbones. wooyoung tilted his head back, another dark chuckle. he thought you were so cute—making sure to give him attention even though you were bouncing in another man’s dick. said man groaned and slumped back in the seat at the change of angle as you leaned forward, not pausing his movements once. ever since he first bottomed out in you he had trouble putting together sentences.

your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. most of them were undone anyway, he liked it like that when he wore button-ups, but you wanted it completely off. he noticed your trembling hands struggling and took over for you, ignoring the buttons and just pulling off the shirt. your eyes roamed over him, jaw slack.

“you’re so pretty, woo.” you whispered after burying your face in his neck again, any filter you had on your words completely gone.

“i think you’re pretty too, doll,” he chuckled into your ear. “so pretty getting off on me and sannie at once.”

you leaned back and looked him over, darting between his eyes and the erection straining against the trousers with pleading, half closed eyes. it didn’t take a genius to figure out what you wanted, making him coo as he understood you.

“oh, you want my cock? you wanna suck it? just one shoved inside you doesn’t satisfy you enough, huh, you pretty little slut?”

your head empty, unable to focus on anything other than the two men you were trapped between, you nodded. san groaned as he felt your walls clench around him.

“fuck- she likes that.”

“is that so?” wooyoung straightened up and grinned down at you, holding your jaw in his hand. “well, then, go ahead, doll, do as you please.”

at he sound of his permission, your hands found their way to his trousers, undoing the fly and letting them fall to the ground. you could already see the shape of it through his boxers, but didn’t pause to inspect it, hooking your fingers on his waistband and pulling it down to release him.

while his length was impressive, it didn’t look quite as long as san’s but rather thicker. compared to every dick you’ve seen, you decided jung wooyoung had a pretty one. the blushing tip leaked precum that you smeared around to stroke him slowly.

you looked up at him every time you tried something new with your hands, looking for his reaction—running your thumb over his tip, squeezing lightly as your hand moved down. no mater what you did, it elicited a deep moan from him. you looked entranced as you watched the way his eyelids fluttered in pleasure. you leaned forward (both you and san moaning and shuddering at the change in angle), pressing a kiss to his tip.

this new angle had san pounding against your sweet spot repeatedly without fail, making you suddenly feel like jello. still, you tried your best to focus on the task literally at hand.

wooyoung noticed your lack of concentration, threading his fingers in your hair and gently pulling to make you look up. he pouted at you mockingly. “can’t think straight enough with sannie’s cock stuffed in you? it’s ok, doll, you look so pretty and fucked out i could cum just from looking at you.”

you shook your head and pushed forward, wrapping your lips around his tip and sinking your mouth down on his length to the best of your abilities.

wooyoung groaned, “that’s it, doll, there you go. you can take just a little more, can’t you, pretty girl?”

eager to please him, you took as much of him in your mouth as you could. you felt him hit the back of your throat and pulled back, coughing around his length. he slipped his hand out of your hair and stroke your cheek, prompting you to glance up at him.

“you’re doing well, doll, just remember to breathe through your nose. i know you can take me just a bit deeper.”

you nodded at his words, swallowing a little more, and wrapped a hand around the rest that you couldn’t fit, stroking him slowly as you led your mouth get used to the feeling. truth be told, you hadn’t given anyone head before, completely relying on your intuition now.

“yeah, there you go, my pretty little doll. i knew you could do it.”

as you mouth worked on wooyoung, you felt that familiar knot tightening in your abdomen. san must’ve been close too, letting out a hearty groan as he gripped your hips tighter and thrusted up into you faster. every time he pulled you down and snapped his hip up to meet you, the lewd sound of his skin slapping against your and his balls hitting your clit had you whining against wooyoung’s cock.

he sucked in a sharp breath, shuddering before cooing down at you. “what was that, doll? i couldn’t quite hear you.”

you continued with the sucking and stroking until you thought it was impossible, repeatedly shaking too much to keep a steady pace. but you could tell wooyoung was close judging by his sounds and pulsating, and still wanting to please him, you kept your lips around his head as you hand stroked him as fast as you could.

moments later, his body tensed and he came into your mouth. the thick, slightly salty substance ran down your throat as you swallowed it all down. when you were sure he was done, you pulled yourself off him. wooyoung looked ready to pass out, leaning against the desk and staring up at the ceiling as he panted, catching his breath. silent curses left his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut.

now with wooyoung taken care of, you leaned back against san, revelling in the feeling of him pounding into you as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. you heard him gasp by your ear and you clenched down on him.

“f-fuck… i’m gonna cum.”

oh how san loves fucking you. loves the way your walls flutter around his cock. loves all the sounds you make that he was sure you weren’t even aware of. how you writhe and jerk and shudder and whine and moan and he could go on for days.

“please, sannie,” you whined softly, “please, fill me up, please please please.”

that was the last straw. the desperation in your voice has his stomach flipping and he came just as you finished your begging. a shiver ran down your spine as your body went limp. he kept himself buried in you as one of his hands slide down to rub quick and tight circles on your clit, quickly bringing you to an orgasm that had your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

once all three of you calmed down and got cleaned up, you found yourself relaxing on san’s lap again. this time, you were on one of the couches in the living room as wooyoung sat beside you. while you were in the shower, he cooked up some instant noodles, feeding them to you now.

a hand stroked the outside of your thigh comfortingly as you slurped down the last of the noodles, you recognised it as san’s hand. your legs still felt like jello and you cuddled into him as wooyoung got up to put the bowl away. you felt san press a kiss to the top of your head, practically cradling you.

“you did well, my little blue bird,” he whispered against the crown of your head and pulled you closer, “i could stay like this all day.”

“too bad because it’s my turn now.” wooyoung buckled as he returned, collapsing on the couch and snatching you of san’s grasp without warning. he stuck his tongue out at san as he held the back of you head and pressed your face into the crook of his neck, making you giggle.

san whined and reached his hands out to grab you again only to be swatted away by woo. “hey! no fair.”

“yes, it is fair,” wooyoung giggled, “you’ve had her on your lap long enough.” his best friend glared at him and muttered something under his breath as he looked away with his arms crossed.

“oh, you big baby,” you laughed as you turned your head to look at him. extending you hand to pat his knee.

san’s eyes flashed as an idea lit up in his head. he grinned as he wrapped his arms around both you and wooyoung. you weren’t sure how it happened but next thing you knew, all three of you were laying down on the couch, the two men sandwiching you lovingly.

you felt yourself blush and your brain going blank. wooyoung laughed at the expression on your face, leaning forward to kiss you until san reached over and flicked his forehead. they proceeded to argue about who should be able to kiss you more as you sighed contentedly. you realised there was no other place in earth you’d prefer to be in more than right here, nestled between the two men who you knew would take good care of you.

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[seventhcallisto]

Ateez 'n free use (+ somno)

Everything has been consentually talked about beforehand, in passing and seriously !! Mwuah. Lots of smut under the cut. barking. foaming at the mouth.

"Hi love bug 💗 I wanted your thoughts and opinions on ateez with somno / free use heheh" —ask @hhoneylix (my lovely pookie bear) 7.2K WC OF FILTH.

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In a free-use fantasy, partners can have sex with each other whenever they want, no holds barred. Somnophilia refers to the interest in having sex with a sleeping person.

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Wooyoung. It doesn't take much convincing for him to agree, even the words would have him nodding eagerly. He doesn't even question the trust you two have cause you're both in sync like that, maybe he hands his heart out to you on a platter, despite his own head telling him he could end up with it broken (he doesn't care cause he knows he loves you to the moon and back). But if you are just as agreeing as him it'll have his heart soaring. He definitely uses you most days, happily too. He'll tease you; not letting you cum as he gets himself off. But it doesn't last for long when he's between your thighs a minute later. Over and over again and throughout the day. Teasing you so you'll find a reason to ruin him for the evening.

When you both first started, I can see his eyes flashing with everything he'll want to do or want you to do to him. When he realizes you're not saying it as a joke anymore (like you have done before), he completely folds, he's just a whole sub for the first day you guys try it out, whether a bratty one or a good one, he cries for it either way. He gets himself worked up the entire day because it caught him off guard, so whenever he thinks about anything you're doing, calling his name- specifically the nickname you use for him- god, he's throbbing. Telling him to pick up his mess that he left like some guy who can't clean up after himself with your mad tone that reminds him of how you fuck him up when he's being a brat. He'll most likely hide away during practice to try and jerk off (knowing him, he probably also sent you an audio message of it to see if you'll be the first to cave and just brutally use him) but it's just not working :( he gets so frustrated, on the edge of being mean because he's so horny. He snaps his tone, and his attitude sours into something whiny and needy.

He gets borderline bratty when he's so horny. So, at some point, when you're doing your skincare, he pushes at your lower back to bend you over the counter just the slightest, his hands sliding to your hips when he comes to grind his erection against you, a shuddered sigh falling from his lips. His head falls over your shoulder blade. "need this, please, 'm gonna make you feel good too, just want to be inside so bad" he'd mumble as he wiggled your pants down, giving you the opportunity to stop if you'd like. He wouldn't waste a second to jerk his dick out of his own pants and line up to your core. He notices you're also wet, so you've probably thought about this as much as he has all day. You truly don't know how much that drives him crazy. And knowing that you're always ready for him has him driving his cock all the way in you.

Only stilling for you to adjust to his stinging size. But he doesn't sit there for long because he's trembling with his hands placed on either side of you, his hips grinding your ass forward cause of his pelvis. It really doesn't take long for him to cum, especially if you're telling him how needy he is. How he can't even wait til you're done to fuck. "n-no, don't move, please- ill be quick- let me cum-" He whimpers and agrees with everything you say. "You're right- you're always right- fuck I'm addicted to you- I'm your whore- oh god-" lost in the way you feel around him as he drives his hips all the way to meet yours in sloppy liquidy slaps. His hands grip the counter around your stomach tightly, his fingers turning white from the grip, caging you against it. His eyes clenched close every so often, strangled gasps choked from his throat. He paints your walls with his cum, slumping over your back and shaking ever so lightly in the afterglow. You don't get to cum because he already did before you. He verbalized that when he tried to rub circles over your neglected nerve bundle. You swipe his hand away, going on to wash your own and continue your skincare, even with him still inside. He loudly whimpers, knowing he's in for a long night for every rule he's broken today. :((( he's sorry!(no he's not)

When you brutally and completely obliterate him later, tied to the bed and shaking after every edge or orgasm he has. You finish him with an unhealthy amount of kisses to his face and aftercare that has him cuddled up on your stomach, his face digging into your side. He falls asleep like that. It's really no for long when he wakes up, jolted from a pleasant and not very wholesome dream. Your hand is already stroking him over his shorts, cupping and pushing against his hard on that's imprinted and leaning against your hip from where he's halfway thrown over you. “Are you awake now? So needy woo, even when you're asleep, trying to hump me like a pillow” he whimpers when you laugh at him, pushing his thighs apart for more friction and shoving his face back into your chest. “Come on baby, you want to cum again? So early?” your hand stops for just a second, enough for his teary and tired eyes to blink up at you. Your hand slipping past his waistband and jerking his sticky tip. He's loud and definitely more affected like this. Choking on a sob when your nails scrape against his length and veins. He cums with a guttural choking gasp, jerking forward to stimulate himself the rest of the way with your palm. Staining his shorts with semen. He's definitely fucking you when he wakes up later. Even if you're still in deep sleep. Two can play that game.

Mingi. Oh. Oh! It takes a good hard minute for it to click. He loves it, though. Of course, he trusts you (a little too much), and he'll shyly ask if you trust him as much too (and you do!). It also doesn't take much convincing for him. He gets so turned on from the idea. Just imagining being able to get off whenever you're around. You might actually be fucking more often because of it. Like, every day. His libido is crazy. But what drives his will is the idea of being buried balls deep in you. And with somno??? Oh lord.

You're asleep when he comes home from practice, and he just really wanted you. Even when he tried to wake you up with a gentle pat to your shoulder, you don't even greet him. Turning over away from him. He knows you're not ignoring him on purpose, too tired to respond to the outside world in your head. He didn't think about using you in your sleep until he was choking on a cup of cold water. Remembering the conversation you had on the phone earlier. “Yknow mingi, if I'm ever asleep when you get home, I don't mind”.

He's slipping himself between your legs on the bed, carefully. Of course, he notices when the only thing you're wearing is his shirt and underwear. Watching you sleep on your stomach with a pillow propped under your chest comfortably and your arm shoved under the pillow where your head lays. Missing the way his body would be next to yours even in your unconscious state. He'd coo internally, pushing your thigh up so it's leaning up on the bed some more, your core and ass sticking out from the angle through the tight fabric of your underwear. He'd slip his fingers into you, pushing the thin fabric aside, working you open with quick and gentle scissoring motions. He'd praise you with his own tiny breaths when you clenched around the digits. Watching your face scrunch up from the feeling. Your head digging into the pillow some more and pushing back against his hand that's rubbing against your cunt. He knows your cue and clumsily pulls his fingers out before you can cum, whimpering in your sleep.

“Shh, im putting it in now princess, don't worry” he'd kiss your neck, leaning over you. Ready to please with something bigger and more fulfilling. His knees placed on eitherside of your hips just as he pulls his pants down. He lines his tip, holding your panties aside so he can slip in comfortably. It's so easy when you're relaxed. So pliable around his big cock when he sinks in, his hands gripping your lower hips. And holy fuck. Mingi is definitely doing this again. His eyes cloud as you swallow him in, every inch being lubed up easily. He sets a slow pace, pushing you further up the mattress with his bigger body that cages over your own soft and completely willful one. His hips rock forward, every so often to pull all the way back until his tip is around your ring and just slide in. He groans under his breath, quiet in the night. Your own sounds are whimpered and small due to the pillow in your face. Your face scrunches, and mingi feels you stirring, moving in your sleep as you begin to wake up. “Hey sleeping beauty” he shushes, leaning over you to prop his hands on either side of your head instead, making sure he doesn’t slip out. “‘m just using you like you told me to” he would sigh into his words, stuttering every so often when he bottoms out again and again, his hips dig and prod so good, burying to the hilt and pushing his tip into your cervix. “Perfect pussy, was made for me..” he groans, fingers digging hard into the sheets. “mingi..” You finally whisper, driving his heart rate higher, he hums to answer you, thrusting his hips down quicker.

Groaning at your walls fluttering. You're cumming with a shudder, pushing your ass back against his thrusts. “mingi-” you heave, shoving your face into the pillow. With a few extra sloppy thrusts, mingi stills with himself buried to the hilt inside you. It pools deep inside you, leaving you warm and sticky and oh so full. “Taking it soooo good, just like that..” he praises, soft breaths fanning against your face. He slips himself out to lay beside you, just to lay down for a bit. Your eye peaks open, meeting his sweaty face. “Hi, I missed you,” he chuckles.

San. He's so excited and so ready for it whenever, just nodding along and mutually agreeing on the topic. He'll want to know you're fully in it, even going out of his way for consent first at the start of the day. Like, always asking for consent even if you tell him to just use you already. Trust is easy when it's always consented beforehand. He loves you a lot, wouldn't even debate with you on the subject of who loves who more. And it isn't even a question when he trusts you blindly all the time.

He wants you to initiate that first time, so when you pull him out of the room as soon as he's off stage, he knows the way your feet stomp, n the way you grip his wrist in your hands. He bows his head at everyone who passes, all of them seemingly put off by your behavior. But it doesn't matter cause san is about to get high off of you. His face in shoved into your core the minute his knees hit the floor of the bathroom, his pants creasing, he's still sweaty from performing on stage, but who gives a fuck when your leg is thrown over his shoulder. Pussy drinker !!! He swallows so hard and his tongue licks everything up, throat vibrating when he moans over your clit. You're tugging his hair and his scalp burns in the best way. You cum shortly after, and he devours it all. Pushing him into leaning against the wall so you can slot to your own knees and drop his pants, his buckle cluttering against the floor. His head gets thrown against the wall when you take him in your mouth, he palms your head but doesn't dare to grip it. The pace you set on his cock is yours to control and yours alone. He moans airily, thrusting his cock down your throat, I can see san preferring head to be messy, especially when you go down on him. So make those nasty gargling sounds and slurp him like you're thirsty. “Y-ah- you couldn't wait?” He asks through a moan, hands wrapping around to pull your hair out of your face. Ever the gentleman as he plunges his pulsing tip down your sloppy mouth. You hum around him, as if that's an answer. He cries, “oh- just like that- ugh” you hum again, he thrusts hard, cumming just as harshly. You swallow everything and more, overstimulating him when your cheeks hollow as you pull off him with a pop. He's pulling you up to sloppily make out. You stop him, finger over his lips when he chases you. “We have to get back baby, I can't be late.”

n somno? He's the one to initiate it. He's coming back to your shared hotel room after doing a live. Exhausted and just wanting to cuddle. The first thing he hears when he moves into the bed next to you is you calling his name, hand reaching around for him. “San?” You whisper. He heeds your call with a kiss on your cheek. Intertwining your wandering hand with his. “I'm here baby” You turn over your side, humming with content when you fall back to dreamland. Something about you calling him, just needing to feel his hand over you, god, it's ridiculous, but he's hard. He tries to breathe, to ward the boner away. But you look so pretty in those shorts, and your top is so silky falling off your shoulder like that.

And soon enough he's giving into his desires and working his cock with his hand that isn't in yours. Tugging himself off and hiding his noises, it's not enough, of course not, cause it's not your pussy, he's just not in it, even when he spits in his hand and uses his precum. He can't even focus, turning you over to lay flat on your back, his hand slipping from yours. You stir, just slightly, eye peaking open to look down at him over your waist, he holds himself just above you, pecking the skin where the shirt rid up on your tummy. He kisses your hip that's free of the cloth on it, trailing kisses everywhere. “Can I pretty? Can I please have you right now?” he whispers so sweetly. You nod, despite still being groggy. “let me sleep still okay?”. You don't have to tell him twice, he kisses just under the swell of your stomach, appreciatively, dipping his hands into your shorts and undies to pull them off in one go. “Just let me do it all, don't worry your pretty head about anything” Pussy drinker !!!! His face is buried inside you, grinding his cock against the white sheets, you hum and moan quietly, urging him on.

He brushes his nose against your clit and indulges himself on working you with his tongue and his fingers, praising you through breaths when you come to the edge, he lets you cum with a gaspy call of his name, encouraging your thighs to almost suffocate him when he laps up your juices. He crawls up to you with one more appreciative kiss against your clit, pushing his cock in with ease, neglected and so red :( he practically falls apart above you. Snapping his hips a couple of times to be as close to you, pushing himself to cum from all the strain he's been putting his poor cock through. He pants when he cums, your name falling off his tongue like a sinatry, all the while you hardly stir, eyebrows scrunching at the warmth of his load gathering in your cunt. You're so warm, he falls atop you with a sigh, stilling inside. You're both definitely going for a second round, cause he woke you up and now he's the sleepy one.

Seonghwa. Oh! Okay! Oh god. He loves the idea, although a little nervous at first, all mutual agreements might end up with you both already going through a list of things that is completely fine. Would want to know everything you don't like and do like beforehand. He's so happy to know you trust him, although it took a hard time for him to open up to you, he's completely and wholeheartedly in it as soon as he knows, communication is the first thing with him and then trust. It's very sweet for a while until you guys actually get to doing it.

Uhm, I also see him as a pussy drinker, sorry not sorry. He wants to be buried in you all the time. But it isn't until you're propped up on the couch, the tv playing in the distance, he's been needy for affection lately and maybe you haven't noticed it as much, he shifts against your hip, head leaning over your shoulder, watching your eyes slump close and flutter from his breath on your cheek. For a second you think he's getting up when he slips down the couch, but the next he's throwing your legs over his shoulder and tossing your pants. When did that happen? “Go on love, keep sleeping, don't mind me” you do mind. A lot. He kisses your inner thigh. Even as he pushes his hair behind his ears softly and sticks his tongue out to lick along your entirety. You buck as he swirls your little bud, sucking on it. His eyes are closed in bliss, hands gripping your thighs so tightly.

He eats you out like a man enjoying a five course meal, knowing every sweet spot that has you seeing stars, even without his fingers you cum with his name on your lips, but he keeps going, nosing your thigh before he's diving back in. He has you there in mere minutes again, you can't even focus on the dream you were just in. I can see seonghwa with his head buried in your thighs for hours with a few breaks in between that has you thinking he's done(he is not) trying out every little thing he thinks of, how quickly he can get you there and how easily you come undone if he just puts even his fingertips in. He teases you with his words and edges you on. Every so often if you're just doing something casual, he'll stick his hands down your pants and make you cum on his fingers. “That was a good one love, you sounded so pretty” you hate him. But it's no different when you straddle his waist when he's laying on the bed, his own phone in his hands.

He greets you gently, it's really innocent at first cause you're touchy and seonghwa loves it when you're touchy. When he notices your hips are wiggling back and forth over his lap, he places his phone to the side to watch you, you're just,,, just there. Hovering above him, he can feel the heat of your body over his own, your head on his chest as you pretend to relax with him. He knows what you're doing, and he lets you, his cock stirring in his silky pants at the thought of being inside you. Your finger scraps against the hem of his pants, he moans quietly. You pull him out of his slacks and pump him the rest of the way to make him fully erect, his hand lulled to the side as his phone continues to play the video he was once watching. You pump him slowly, watching his tip pebble with sticky white drops. He watches you come up to hover your hips above him, lifting your oversized shirt to the side. It's then he realizes you're not in anything other than the shirt. His lip perked up into a smirk, it's quickly wiped away when you sink down on him. His mouth falling agape. Screw his phone, it's already gone, across the bed. His hands guide your hips in lazy swirls, pretty moans falling from his mouth. His eyebrows furrow and he's just so pretty as you lifts your hips and drill them down on him, cutting off his moans every time you do so. His fingertips dig into your waist, pleading for you to keep going and helping you out when you slow down. Taking it at your own pace until he swings you forward and thrusts up into you.

It's you using him, but he needs to be buried to the hilt the entire time. “Keep going- mm” His cock throbbing against your insides and hitting so deep cause he's so long. He can get loud but it's mostly breathy moans. When he cums- and it's inevitable- he's crying from the overstimulation of you continuing to hug his cock in your cunt. He watches you swirl your hips forward to chase your own orgasm, pleading for you. “S’too much please please- cum on my cock- need it so bad” Not to stop, but to get there with him as he sputters with tears down his cheeks from how good he feels. You cum quietly, falling over his chest and leaving yourself buried in his neck, he whimpers. Your hips continuing to swirl. He grips them, stopping them so he can get some relief. When he's softening inside you, he kisses your head gently. Picking up his phone to continue scrolling.

Hongjoong. Again! He loves the idea. It doesn't take any convincing. He might be the one to bring it up first. It'll start off with free use and gradually get to talking about the somno part. He'll tell you he wants to know your thoughts before he voices his own, just so he isn't pressuring you into it. He buzzes with excitement and also just so much love. He's always wanted you both to feel comfortable enough to get to this part of your relationship. And when it finally comes up, he just uses and abuses it after the initial agreement. God. He loves knowing you trust him to do it to you whenever, and he vocally tells you he loves the idea of you using him when you feel like it. Despite being shy with how he says it. It doesn't take much time for him to fall completely for you and trust you with his entire being.

I see him using you all the time. Whenever he can get his sneaky fingers around your hips and dig his boner into you. Casually talking about his day when you're standing at the kitchen counter, well- he's already pulling your dress up and slotting your underwear down in a swoop. His nimble fingers slotting into you quickly. “What was that? Go on angel” he'll want you to talk through it, telling him about your day through whimpers and stuttering. “n then she- oh god joong just like that-” you’d end up a mess, and he hums, encouraging your words. Pulls out just as you're about to cum. And then he kisses your cheek and pulls your underwear back up. he's the worse. Ugh. You'll have to be the first to fuck him up. He's talking as he drives, a quiet tone to his voice in the peace and quiet, completely oblivious to the heat in your eyes. He stares at the road and practically jumps when you lean over into his lap, his hand goes to hold your head, on instinct.

“Bab-” you're pulling his zipper down. oh! Oh!!! OHOHO. He quirks in your grasp, cock springing to life the quicker you jerk him off. When you spit on his length that's when he moans lowly, you slap his thigh. And he jolts. “Pay attention to the road.” Fuck him up!!! Despite reaching that edge with only a few short tugs and your painted lips swirling over his tip lightly, he doesn't cum at all cause you're already at the destined location. He hates it, he drove as slow as he could and yet he still didn't cum in your pretty mouth :( Grumbled whines under his breath as he shoves himself back into his jeans. The fabric hurts. And you're smirking at him like the devil. You're playing a dangerous game. And when he gets you alone in a house full of people you know, he's got you crying, pretty mascara running down your face and throating his length until your nose brushes against him.

“hngh- You did this to yourself angel” He clicks his tongue, head thrown back against the door. It's lewd and it's definitely free use for him when he uses your head to jerk himself off on your tongue. He takes a good solid time getting there, shoving his load down your throat and pulling out enough to watch the rest spurt over your lips. Swipes it off with his thumb and puts it back in your mouth. “suck,” if by chance he's sleeping or resting, which is rare. You won't be the one to do it to him often, on the other hand he'll want you to. But he definitely won't make you. So one day when you've had it rough, just tug his sweats down with his back resting against the bed, a soft edge to his face when he sleeps. pillow slotted under his grasp and head thrown to the side. Oops, he's already hard. Morning wood. Or was he just having a nice dream? You're already on him in seconds, bottoming him inside til your pelvis meets his. His eyebrows furrow and his breathing picks up. Gasps falling out of his parted mouth, his hands twitch every so often when you call his name quietly. As if he can hear you in his dreams. Your name is the only thing he says every so often, jumbled and under his breath when he moans prettily.

Whenever he twitches too much inside you, and his face scrunches you stop so he can't cum just yet. He'll whimper and whine, throwing his head back and around. His hand comes to rub his face and then fall back to his side, right next to your knees. You swirl your hips against and practically write your name on his dick. He'll stir the second time you edge him, waking him up to one of the best sights. “Ah. m- fuck- cumming” he whimpers, pistoning his hips up to meet yours, he continues to do so even when he cums, load splattering against the sheets when it pools out of you, he tells you to keep going, encourages it too. Sloppy the whole time, overstimulating himself so he's hard again, throbbing and moaning loudly, his cheat shuddering with every breath he takes. When you cum he's pulling you down to shove his tongue down your throat, catching every sound and vocal cue with his fingers rubbing against your clit. He overstimulates you in the process too.

Yunho. Might genuinely take a couple of times to talk about it more than once. He just wants to know you're the one completely fine with it. (cause he is!) He'll work his way up to it, sleepy sex and telling you he'll handle it the whole time. And when he feels the need to be buried in you, he'll always ask beforehand, tell him he doesn't even need to ask, cause he always will. He trusts you with his heart, so of course, he trusts you completely when it comes to sex. You both are completely in tune.

It's mostly casual when it happens. It usually starts because you're in a position he likes, letting his imagination go on for a bit, you're on your tummy on the couch, feet kicking behind you and typing away at your phone. He could feel like a perv for the way he's looking at you, oblivious to his growing hard-on. But he can't help it when he crawls over you to lay on your back, his dick pressing into you through his sweats. You go to question him. He smiles shyly. “Nothing baby, just want to be close to you” yeah uh huh sure bud. It's fine for a couple of seconds until his hips move, and he's sighing in your ear. You just let him get himself off, typing away. Ignorant to the way it's just not working for him, he slips your shorts down, and you only slightly help with lifting your hips. He'll immediately go at it, kissing your shoulder and neck, appreciation on his tongue when he tells you he'll be quick. He slips himself out and bottoms inside with ease. The stretch is perfect.

Yunho has a big cock but you take it like a champ, he always has you prepped for him too. It's just so easy to slip into you. His hand snakes under your waist to pinch your clit, you jolt away from the sensation, dropping your phone. It slides too far from your reach. It's not long of yunho's soft pace before you moan at him to go faster. Through a gaspy groan he laughs, his large palm holding him up on the arm of the couch and the other spreading your thigh farther open for him to watch you suck him inside. His pace quickens, it's enough for you to feel satisfied, throwing your hips back to meet him. The slapping noises are lewd, consuming the entire living room with just you two. Yunho is just big in general, so the tiny couch(that needs to be replaced) hardly holds his size. He's using his foot to push himself harder into you, his knee bending the couch harshly. Soft grunts and heavy pants coming from his chest, it reverbs off your back, although he's leaning over you he's still close.

His other hand circling your clit and swirling the bundle. You cum with a guttural whimper, his name quiet on your tongue. “gonna fill you up real good baby,” he smirks through his words. “You're gonna keep it in, yeah?” You nod your head, whining from the sensitivity. Yunho cums with your name chanting off his lips, hips stuttering above you. If you do use him while he's sleeping he's more likely to move with you, meeting your hips as he ruts in his sleep. Eyebrows pulled taunt and mouth agape. He lets out the prettiest groans. He cums with one final loud moan, fisting the sheets, and completely and wholeheartedly falls back into sleep. It's like he didn't wake up at all, and he didn't! Make sure you clean him up tho. Carefully. I see him using you more than you using him, only on occasion though. When he's sleepy and just wants to feel you around his cock. So hard he can't take the strain anymore, he throws your thighs over his lap, already pantsless both of you. Your sleepy body leaning into his warmth.

He kisses your calve, propping both of your legs over his shoulder before he's sliding in. He's already prepped you with his fingers. He's a bit more quiet then, focus on just having his way with you(because you let him) but also to see you unravel with him with no filter or anything blocking you from letting it all show on your face? He really likes it, like. Really. Likes it. His sloppy hips are more likely to make you wake up, or the stretch in your legs as you're bent over him, sandwiched between him and the bed, his thumb drawing figure eights on your clit to reach you there faster. Your whine is scratchy, signaling you're close. He'll coax you with words even if you can't hear him “go on baby, cream around me” He groans right in your ear when you tip, hands reaching out to hold him close because you've suddenly woken up to your legs shaking and an orgasm wracking your body. Yunho often cums with you and this time is no different, he's stilling with his chest shaking from his breathing. Curling his hips forward so he's all the way in. Keeping you full with his essence.

Yeosang. It takes sooo many words of affirmation for him to even think about it. He's just a bit too scared of the idea of you not being in the mood or enjoying it. He puts your pleasure before his all the time and when you tell him to just use you to his heart's content he just really can't :((( baby just wants you to be in it as much as he is. He wants to know his pretty baby is feeling as good as he is, and eventually, he'll tell you that himself when you bring it up again. You're free to use him whenever !!! He'll always be prepared and ready for you. He gets turned on by you, even mentioning you want him in that way. (He loves being the one you want even if the situation isn't sexual), so when you tell him to imagine, you're always wanting him (and you do). His thoughts on it will shift.

Once again, he doesn't act it out much when it comes to free use. On the other hand, I could see him turning over in his sleep, waking up from a sweaty dream. He can't get the thoughts of dream-you out of his head, so he does what you've recommended you both do before, kissing your shoulder to see if you'll wake. You don't, and so he goes on, trailing them down your collar before he's at the hem of your shirt. He's slipping himself under it. Sucks on your boobs while he jerks himself off :( I don't really see yeosang using your cunt as you sleep; he prefers to see his pretty baby up close to see your eyes flutter. But maybe on a special occasion if he really really REALLY wants you, he'll push you to your side so your back is pressed against his chest, pulling your shorts and undies down enough to push his cockhead in. He sighs so prettily and makes sure you don't show any discomfort from the stretch, his pace is slow and sleepy, just trying to get there from a few thrusts in your warm and wet hole.

He'll use his fingers to rub soothing circles around your clit. Paying special attention to the way your body reacts cause you can't really use your words. When it comes to sex like this he's quiet. Not very vocal cause he's so focused on driving his hips in and out of you. His length soothing in its pace against your cervix. Your eyes flutter when you feel the heat of needing to cum, waking up in the movement of yeosangs thighs against your ass. “Yeo-” you cry quietly, cumming tightly, the fluttering around his length has him airily groaning, your hand reaching to hold his that's kept on your waist to hold you close. He hums, broken and short and breathy. Before he's speeding up his messy pace and cumming inside. He stills and doesn't bother moving for a good minute, even as you turn your head to pepper kisses on his temple, his face shoved into your neck. Genuinely could see him almost falling asleep like that, buried inside you and completely comfortable. But as soon as he feels you wiggling he'll get to cleaning up. Also the type to just let you use him whenever you want too, he'll gladly just sit back and let you.

He'll be on the couch with his phone in hand, probably in one of the many dressing rooms waiting for the rest of the guys to get back. You drop to your knees in front of him and he immediately fumbles, eyes dashing to the door. “I locked it, don't worry” you pull the zipper of his brand new pants down, the leather straining against his thighs. His cock throbbing in your tight grasp, pumping him to stand full. He'll throw his head back against the couch and bite his lip to hold his moans when your mouth wraps around him. Getting him there quicker than he can proudly say, he'll whimper and hold his own hips down. Noticing every sound and how loud it seems to him. He'll hold your head, gently, following you with it against the back of it. Your pace is rough and brutal, getting him off with sticky noises and humming against his tip. He might actually start whimpering through his bruised lips.

“Sl-slow down-nng” oh my god he feels a bit bad when his hips thrust up against your throat. Eyes scrunching with pleasure, his hips don't know whether or not to pull away or to keep drilling up into you. So he's squirming on the couch, little sounds escaping here and there when you swallow around him. He warns you when he's about to cum, his hips driving away from you and digging into the couch. His hand fisting against the back of your neck shakily. Your name is the last thing he says before he's seeing stars and shooting his load on your tongue, if you swallow it up greedily he will definitely start shaking from the stimulus. “Jagi- ah.” His hand curls, your lips popping off him. He completely deflates on the couch. You'll have to do the cleaning up, be gentle though he gets really sensitive.

Jongho. It really is about trust with him. It will take a lot and so long before you guys even get to that part. Trusting you completely will be the most fragile part of it, jongho doesn't necessarily wear his heart on his sleeve so when he gets into it with you, he really has to think about it on his own for a good couple of days. So when he comes around and brings it up again, you tell him he doesn't have to agree for your sake. But he genuinely is agreeing because he loves you, and he's beginning to love the idea of being used by you when you need him. He just always wants to provide in every way possible. He'll only want to use you on the most stressful of days, though.

His cock is there for you to use and abuse to your content. He won't verbally say it (ever) but you know he finds a certain love for you using him so much. He'll be resting with his head on the couch and his body completely relaxed, drifting away in his own head. He'll immediately wake up to you leaning on his lap. He's no fun for somno, he wakes too easily especially if he feels you on his lap or anywhere near his dick. He'll paw at your hips and sigh knowingly. Eyes still closed and just the hint of a grin on his lips. “Right now?” He'll tease, his sleepy voice just ugh, and the little chuckle he does. Slide down his shorts and help him shuffle them down a bit, he'll help with pumping himself a bit so you can shuffle your own clothing off. Just slow strokes to his growing cock, he shudders when you line him up and use his tip to drag through your folds. Might even get impatient with the way his hips buck. But when you sink down his eyes are slowly opening to watch your joint area. Swirling your waist back and forth on his lap.

He's not very helpful this way; you're the one who woke him from his nap and now you should be the one to get you both off. You're cumming before he is, hips stilling and falling on his chest. He clicks his tongue, a short amount of teasing coming from his chest. His hips stutter, pushing you back down with his strength. He cums shortly after. Just buzzing with domesticity, he'll just be happy to stay like that for a while, but the liquids dripping along his body just won't do for him. You're the one cleaning up cause you initiated it ! Sorry not sorry. If it's a long day and jongho is just coming home, his body is heavy and his head pulsing with a growing headache from the amount of things memorized. You'll be the first thing on his mind, being close to you always blows off steam but he will debate on whether or not he'll want to wake you up or just go on ahead.

So he takes the easier option. Cooing at you gently when you sigh softly, he's positioned right by your butt as you're turned on your side. You’ve definitely fallen asleep from waiting on him. You'll call his name softly, propping your head up to look at him. “Shh, just relax and let me do all of it for you, turn your pretty head off for me” he kisses your lips so sweetly, just a short peck and you're already turning your head back into the pillow he brought from the bedroom, body sighing and falling back. Preps you with his hands and fingers, gently swirling them inside you and working you open for him. Encourages your orgasm when he knows you like a certain thing he does, shushing your soft moans. He always preps you to take him. He likes it better that way. So he's already strained and hard to the touch in his palm when he slips himself out of his jeans. Hissing from the harsh fabric under his breath. He'll make sure to lube himself up with his own spit beforehand so you're not lubing his length up completely by yourself.

Works the head in and gently leans over you, breathing softly above you. He'll swirl his hips to get himself all the way in, stopping to pull out and ease more of his length inside. Eyeing your comfortable state the entire time. His pace will be erratic and slow, just finding what works best for the angle and what makes you squirm around him. Once he finally finds it, he'll encourage it on, pouding into your gummy spot until you're whimpering. Hips stuttering occasionally from the way you clench around him “There you go, sweet girl, just like that” he coos, watching your body shake from the orgams ripping out of you You sigh so prettily when he drills his cock back in, holding your thigh to keep you close even as you pull from the overstimulation. His breath stuttering our of his lungs when he paints your insides. Falling the rest of the way over you. He sighs heavily. Brain shortwiring. He'll definitely be doing that again.

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UHM UHM, I... I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

Thank you to my pookie for being so patient with me ;( ily bb, here's that request you've been waiting for. And my cutie patootie @uhhheather for helping me out w jongho n yeosang. U played an important role so thank uuuuu

#ateez hard hours #ateez smut #ateez x reader #jung wooyoung smut #wooyoung hard hours #song mingi smut #mingi hard hours #choi san smut #san hard hours #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa hard hours #kim hongjoong smut #hongjoong hard hours #jeong yunho smut #yunho hard hours #kang yeosang smut #yeosang hard hours #choi jongho smut #jongho hard hours #jongho smut #yeosang smut #yunho smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #san smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #On the line !⤻✆ #callisasks #seventhcallisto

[astayinwonderland]

Ateez San… | incoming smutty thoughts | MDNI

No but hear me out…

Choi San has you in all fours. your cheek on the mattress. his cock deliciously sliding in and out of you— shit he is good. his hands on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh, bruising them… san’s moans are heavenly. soft but urgent. “fuck, baby, fuck… fuck… fuck… yeah, fuck… I’m gonna cum—fuck” but his pleasure cries drive you to the edge and you are cumming with him. hard. and you just know that your favourite thing is to let him use you as he pleases.

#kpop smut #ateez #ateez smut #kpop fanfic #ateez fanfic #choi san #choi san smut #choi san imagines #choi san hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours

[min-gis]

''I’D LIKE TO TREASURE THIS MOMENT FOREVER.’'

SHOW ME YOU'RE SHAMELESS — choi san.

pairing. bf!san x fembodied!reader

synopsis. san needs to figure out just how his new camera works, and what better way is there to find out than filming something he's passionate about — you?

genre/warnings. established relationship, smut ! mdni .

word count. 2.3k

‘’THERE WE GO,’’

You suppose you should be shocked when the light on top of the camera flashes red, but you’re not.

Not really. If anything, you’re excited.

Excited to see just how your boyfriend will put the camera to use, the camera he had only gotten a few days earlier.

Raising the camera up to his face, he presses his eye against the viewfinder — only for a low exhale to slip past his lips, followed by a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

‘’You look even prettier through the camera.’’

And you — you’re the first thing San has decided he wants to capture with his brand-new camera.

And just who are you to deny such a request?

You watch as he steps closer to the bed, allowing your hands to rest in your lap as he stands in front of you. His hand slowly comes up to cup your jaw, forcing you to look up at him and at the camera.

The pad of his thumb glides across your bottom lip, collecting the thin layer of saliva coating it with a low hum trailing of his lips. 

‘’Wish you could see what I’m seeing,’’ He mumbles behind the camera, eye still pressed against the viewfinder. A small smile forms on your lips as you keep your eyes on him, on the camera — you don’t need to see what he’s seeing.

The sight in front of you both feels and looks just as sinful, you think.

The pad of his thumb taps against your lip once, then twice. ‘’Open,’’ He mumbles, the tip of his thumb pressing against your bottom lip in an attempt to part your lips. So you do, you part your lips, allowing your tongue to poke past your bottom lip — something that pulls a groan out of the man standing in front of you.

‘’Holy shit,’’ He groans as he presses his thumb against your tongue, sliding it further down your throat with a hiss trailing off his lips. You keep your eyes on the camera, looking at him through the lens — something that causes his grip around the camera to grow firmer.

It’s not until his whole thumb lays flat against your tongue that you allow your lips to shut and wrap around the base, one of your hands coming up to grab onto his wrist as you do. The first swirl of your tongue pulls yet another groan out of the man, and for a split second, you think he might put down the camera.

He doesn’t. 

Knuckles now slightly turning white from the firm grip, he keeps the camera to his face — and the red flashing light tells you he’s still recording, too.

A breathy chuckle escapes past his lips as your tongue swipes across the pad of his thumb, ‘’Putting on a show, huh?’’ 

His teasing causes the corners of your lips to tug onto a smile, a playful one — one he mirrors from behind the camera. Your lips part once more as he slowly pulls his thumb back out, now coated and wet from your saliva.

Swiping it across your bottom lip once more, he grabs onto the side of your face — allowing his fingers to slip into your hair. ‘’Save it.’’ You slightly tilt your head, leaning into his touch as his thumb comes up to stroke your cheek. 

‘’For what?’’ You ask, a small whine leaving your lips as he gathers strands of hair between his fingers — a small grin plastered on his lips as he gently tugs at the roots. ‘’For when you’re sucking my cock.’’

The whole situation feels dirty. It feels sinful, unholy, as you stare into the camera and he looks at you through the viewfinder — in the best way possible, something the stickiness forming in your underwear proves to you.

Using his grip on your hair, he suddenly tugs your head backward before you have the time to respond. Another whine trails off your lips as your back hits the sheets, his hand still tangled into your hair and back arched as he keeps you from moving. ‘’Wanna record every part of you,’’ He mumbles as his fingers slip out of your hair and trails down your neck.

Fingers coming down to gently stroke your sides, softly grabbing onto your flesh as he does. You just watch as he lets his hands trail up and down your figure, a small exhale slipping past your lips as rough fingers slip under the fabric of your shirt.

He keeps the camera to his face, following every movement of his hand — recording every part of you, just as he wished. Slowly tugging at the fabric, he lets it wander up your stomach before allowing it to slip over your chest.

A small moan quietly slips off your lips as his hand comes up to knead one of your breasts, a low hum of approval followed by a hiss leaving his lips. ‘’You look so fucking good,’’ He breathes, fingers slipping past your bra to pinch your nipple.

‘’San,’’ You breathe, fingers wrapping around his wrist once more in an attempt to tell him to give you more. 

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he allows his fingers to trail ever so softly across your skin before grabbing onto your other breast. ‘’Fuck, why haven’t we done this before?’’ His words combined with his fingers gently kneading your flesh causes a broken moan to slip past your lips, one you know he’s happy he now has recorded.

His fingers trail further down your body, ever so gently ghosting across your now warm skin. You just watch as he gets down on his knees, fingers grazing the skin just above the zipper of your pants. ‘’Can’t have these on you anymore, need to get them off,’’

The camera hitting the sheet just by your legs takes you by surprise, eyes darting to look over at it. The red light is still flashing, indicating that it’s still recording — and that he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

You don’t want him to.

His kiss pressing against your skin brings your attention back to him, a small gasp leaving your lips. Hooded eyes meet your own, and for a moment, you think you might pass out.

He hums against your skin as he places another small, wet kiss onto your skin before bringing his fingers up to fiddle with the button of your pants. You resist the urge to buck your hips against him, anything to relieve the ache now present in between your legs.

The ache to feel him, to have him.

His fingers comes down to tug at the material as soon as he’s managed to undo the button, pulling it down your legs with a satisfied hum leaving his throat. The same fingers grab onto the insides of your thighs, separating them — before leaving one last, wet kiss right by your knee.

You miss the way he reaches over to wrap his fingers around the camera once more, your eyes fluttering shut the second he leans forward to press a kiss onto your clothed core. He hums against you before he pulls away, watching as your head rolls sideways.

He slightly leans back, one hand — the one not busy recording — coming up and grabbing onto your thigh. ‘’You’re soaking,’’ He murmurs, fingers ghosting closer to your core, ‘’Is it because I’m recording you, hm?’’

A moan rips through your chest as his fingers press against your clothed slit, rubbing small circles over the sticky fabric. ‘’Fuck,’’ He hisses, fingers running up and down the fabric before slightly pushing it to the side.

Your eyes flutter back open as he does, and only then do you realize he’s gone back to recording.

The sight, of him on his knees and his bottom lip placed between his teeth as he pulls the sticky fabric to the side — exposing you, to the camera and to whoever might be watching the tape in the future — causes your walls to throb around nothing, something the man seated in front of you notices.

‘’Could cum my pants by just fucking watching,’’ He mumbles, so quietly that you almost don’t even hear him. But you do, and a chuckle rips through your chest as you roll your head back to look at him.

‘’Don’t,’’ You let out, ‘’Wouldn’t you cumming inside of me look good on camera?’’

The groan that rips through his chest following your words is guttural, one he follows up by letting the fabric of your underwear rest beside your entrance. ‘’Don’t say that,’’ He murmurs, fingers coming back up your slit to collect the arousal seeping out of you, ‘’I can’t contain myself if you say shit like that.’’

You just hum as his fingers swipe across your clit, ‘’Then fuck me,’’ You almost beg, ‘’Fuck me and you won’t have to contain yourself.’’

The man lets out yet another groan, one he muffles by gently sinking his teeth into the flesh of your thigh. You gasp as he does, his fingers tracing down your slit once more — before allowing one of his fingers to slip into you.

A broken moan rips through your chest upon the unannounced entry, his finger easily slipping into you — perhaps recording is something you should’ve thought about doing earlier, you think.

He hums into your skin, finger slowly pumping in and out of you as he angles the camera to focus on the way his finger disappears inside of you.

‘’Can’t do that yet,’’ His words come out mumbled, followed by allowing another finger to slip into you, ‘’Need to see you come around my fingers first.’’

The pads of his fingers press against your g-spot as his knuckles comes into contact with your sticky entrance, something that causes you to bury your head further into the sheets as another broken whine spills past your lips.

San just hums in response, thumb coming up to rub your clit — and the camera — it stays in his other hand, recording as you shudder under his touch.

You wonder if this is what he had in mind when he insisted on buying it, if this — recording as his fingers pump into you — is what he had in mind. 

If it was, you’re not complaining. Far from it, something the wetness that coats his fingers as they pick up their speed proves.

‘’You look so fucking good,’’ He grunts, fingers still pounding into you and thumb gently rubbing your clit, ‘’Can’t wait for you to see how you clench around my fingers, fuck,’’

The thought of watching yourself come undone around his fingers causes a whine to leave your lips, your hips slightly stuttering as he curls his fingers inside of you. ‘’Say my name, baby, let them hear you,’’

You’re not certain as to who he’s referring to when he tells you to let them hear it. You’re not sure just who they are, if there is anyone — you’re not sure, but the thought of there being someone to watch the sinful tape your boyfriend is currently making — it’s what almost sends you over the edge.

‘’San,’’ You pant as the tips of his fingers push against your g-spot, ‘’So good,’’ You’re almost rambling, something San takes as a sign that you’re close.

‘’Already?’’ He chuckles, his thumb still drawing fast and harsh circles over your clit. ‘’Fuck, never knew this would turn you on so much,’’ He cooes, his fingers relentlessly pounding into you and drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

Neither did you, you think — something that’s now very obvious to not only you, but to San as well as one of your hands come down to grab onto his wrist. In an attempt to stop him, or to urge him to keep going — he’s not sure and frankly, neither are you.

‘’Come,’’ He murmurs, ‘’Show them how good I make you feel.’’

You can’t stop it from happening, even if you wanted to.

Your orgasm washes over you as his fingers stills and curls inside of you, fingertips relentlessly pounding against your g-spot — eyes squeezing shut and body going stiff, thighs threatening to slam shut around his hand.

The broken attempt at calling out his name as you come undone pulls a grunt out of the man, his fingers stilling as you clench around him. His thumb keeps rubbing your clit, slightly slowing down but never stopping as he eases you through your orgasm.

By the time his fingers slip out of you, you’re panting and gasping for air — a whine in overstimulation leaving your lips as he runs the same fingers up and down your slit.

‘’Good,’’ He cooes as he presses a kiss onto your now quivering legs, ‘’So good for me.’’

You grab onto his hands, tugging him towards you — the camera landing on the floor as he stumbles to hover above you. You’re quick to tangle your fingers into his hair and bring his lips down to your own, capturing them into a messy, wet kiss.

He hums against your lips, his fingers coming down to gently stroke your leg. To comfort you, you think, to calm you down and help you come down from your overwhelming orgasm.

‘’Did you like that?’’ He mumbles as he pulls away, pressing a soft, chaste kiss onto the corner of your lips. You just nod in response, eyes still shut as he presses yet another kiss onto your cheek. 

He hums against your skin, fingers dancing further down your leg before wrapping it around his waist.

‘’Good,’’ He breathes, lips coming down to leave a wet kiss on your jaw and his hips pressing against your own — pulling a gasp out of you as the hardness of his clothed bulge presses against your exposed core.

‘’Because I’m about to turn you around,’’ Your breath hitches in your throat as he nibbles on the skin right below your ear, ‘’And record every single part of you.’’

#— ☆ san. #ateez smut #san smut #san hard hours #choi san smut #choi san hard thoughts #san hard thoughts #choi san hard hours #choi san #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #san x reader #san x y/n #san x you

[byeolbeloved]

imagine being in a secret relationship with badboy!san nsfw

badboy!san who's always distantly following and watching you go in and out of your lectures while he's skipping class.

badboy!san who will secretly follow you to the bookstore you work at and get turned on when your skirt hikes up when reaching for a book at a high shelf.

badboy!san who will wait for you outside to walk you back to your dorm, hand on your waist and his jacket on you to keep you warm "stay close I'll keep you warm." And of course, he wont wash that jacket any time soon now that your sweet scent is on it, instead he'll wear it the next day with confidence, getting a whiff of your perfume still stuck on it.

badboy!san who will quit smoking because one day you refused to hug him because of the smell "i smell good now baby i promise"

badboy!san who will kiss your hand all the way up to your arm and neck and whisper in your ear "you're my dirty secret."

badboy!san who will leave hickey trails all over your body, sometime in a shape of a heart, so that he'll always see his mark every time he has you.

badboy!san who will pound into you like he's snatching your innocence away from you whilst looking at you with the softest gaze.

badboy!san who will cuddle you after sex and spell out his name on your skin.

badboy!san who will slip out of his cold facade by imagining his life with you "My love is not romantic. I'm possessive, toxic, selfish and dark. But you. With you I want to go on all the cute dates, walk by the beach hand in hand and bake together while making a mess in the kitchen"

badboy!san who goes crazy thinking about you not being able to sleep unless he's gone off to your body being beneath him.

badboy!san who will one day loose control and storm to you grabbing you by the chin and kissing you infront of the entire school. Claiming you his.

#im going feral for san #choi san imagines #san imagines #choi san #san #ateez san #ateez imagines #ateez #san smut #ateez san smut #choi san smut #choi san fluff #san fluff #san imagine #choi san imagine #san scenarios #choi san scenarios #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez smut #san drabble #ateez drabbles #choi san drabble #san hard hours #choi san x reader #choi san x you #san x reader #san x you #san x y/n

[atzhrts]

daylight

“hiding all of our sins from the daylight, running from the daylight, oh i love it and i hate it at the same time”

listened to daylight by david kushner while writing, reminds me of san for some reason.

minors dni, smut, not proofread

includes: public sex, implied fwb, strength kink, choking, reader gets put into a chokehold, reader gets picked up by san, slight degradation (reader gets called slut and whore one time), spitting, bit angsty at the end, lmk if i missed anything

your fingers curled round sans bicep as he pressed your back against the cold tiles of the hotel pool. you felt his muscles tense under your touch, his lips continuing their way up your neck until you felt them touching the shell of your ear.

you never thought you would find yourself in a situation like this, with a man you only ever saw at night, never in the daykighy, holding you up against the wall of a public pool. a pool that was accessible to all guests of the hotel you were in, anyone could enter the rooftop and see the way your legs were warped around sans middle, his clothed bulge rubbing deliciously against your clit.

you felt your panties getting wetter by the second, thinking about how san was holding you up with ease. not a single sign of struggle could be seen on his face, not an ounce of sweat on his skin. you were dying to find out just how long he could hold you in this position.

sans breath felt hot against your skin, his breathing getting heavier as your hands started to wander against his smooth skin. running your nails down his muscular arms you felt him shudder under your fingertips, making you let out a small giggle against his collar bones. the same collar bones you would think about alone in bed when you could not fall asleep, thinking about how comfortable it would be to use them as a pillow. then again you knew that you would never experience this, you were nothing to choi san in the daylight.

“san please” you panted as his teeth crazed a particular sensitive spot. your felt his fingers run down your sides until they reached their favorite spot, around your waist. squeezing it slightly he pressed a wet kiss against your lips before spinning your around, his hands grabbing hold of your bikini, tugging it down harshly.

you hissed as your naked chest presses against the wall of the public pool you found yourselves in.

“you like my arms baby?” he whispered and you could just feel the teasing smirk against your neck. the man behind you thrusted his clothed member against your ass, demanding an answer. you let out a small hum, not trusting your voice with sans broad chest pressed against your back and his thumb brushing against the underside of your left boob. you could feel his hard nipples against your back, the top of his muscular thighs rubbing against the back of yours.

“i want words” he spit. san was a sweet guy, always making sure you were comfortable but if you disobeyed his orders it’s like something switched inside his head.

“god yes, san i love your arms” you ever so moaned as he started to rub your clit through your panties before tugging them down harshly. his hand grabbed his member sliding it through your wet folds, one time, two times, until you lost count of it - already so drunk on his dick before he had started to give it to you.

you let out the smallest whimpers as his head brushed against your already sensitive clit, but san caught it, of course he did, he was always so attentive to the noises you let out around him.

“already so desperate and i haven’t even done anything” he chuckled, before gently pushing himself into your wet hole, letting out a low groan that made you clench around his length. san pulled out almost completely before pulling your hips against his roughly, making the water around you both splash loudly. he continued this for a few times, nails digging into your skin before he sucked a deep purple mark against the back of your shoulder as you let out loud moans.

“be quiet, you don’t want people to walk up here and see what a slut you are for me do you?” san whispered against your ear, the degrading name making you clench around his member as you shook your head no before remembering his earlier words.

“no, don’t want that, sorry sannie” you whimpered but showed no effort in quieting down. a particular loud moan left your mouth as san hit your sweet stop, making you cry out seconds before he stopped his movements completely. his hand made its way up your body, as you begged him to continue, wrapping his hand around your throat, he turned your head to the side.

“i said be quiet whore” he growled and before you knew what was happening you felt his warm spit drip down your cheek as his hand was replaced by his arm. sans bicep was digging into your throat deliciously as he flexed it, his hips hitting your ass roughly.

“cumming” you whispered, as you gasped for air. his grip on your shoulder got harsher, flexing the muscles in his arm as much as possible and just as you felt like you ware going to pass out from the lack of air he removed his arm completely, snaking it down your body before he started to attack your clit with harsh flicks of his fingers.

before you knew it your were clenching around him, the high of your orgasm making you let out moans you were sure some innocent guests could hear on the balcony of their hotel room. san turned you a round roughly, not caring that you’re were still panting like you just ran a marathon, just coming down from your high. his gaze was focused on your boobs as his hand strokes his length at a rapid pace. you mindlessly lifted your hands, finger rubbing against his chest before you pinched one of his nipples.

san let out a low groan and you felt hot spurs of cum against the inside of your thighs. his head fell forwards against your shoulder, pressing a kiss against the skin before slowly peeling himself away from you.

the man in front of you took a step back, sliding his hands over the lower part of his stomach. your eyes followed a water droplet that made its way down sans pecs, disappearing into the water around his waist.

“i have to go pretty girl” he whispered, voice barely audible. your smile slowly dropped, no matter how hard you tried to fight against it. of course he had to go, he always had to. you never had the privilege of waking up in his arms, of feeling his fingers run over your skin in a non sexual manner, of experiencing what san was like in the daylight. at the end of the day that’s all you were to choi san, someone he could always go to relief pent up sexual frustration.

you climbed out of the pool once you were sure you were out of sans sight, once you were sure he couldn’t see the small tear that slowly made its way down your cheek. after drying your body carefully, making sure to take your time, to avoid anyone running into him again. as you picked up your phone the tears started to well up once again, making the device in your hands appear blurry.

1 new message from choi san </3

i really enjoyed tonight my love

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your heart stung at the nickname, will you ever really be choi sans love in broad daylight?

#it’s obvious by what this was inspired right? #choi san smut #san smut #ateez smut #choi san hard hours #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts

[ateezreactionsandscenarios]

Kinktober Day 21 - Breeding

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

CW: Breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 2439

Summary: Spending the day with your niece has made San a little broody, he had no intentions of going further with it, that was until you suggest something. 

Prompt List               MasterList         Kintktober 2022        Buy me a Coffee

A knock at the door meant your day of fun with Lacy had come to an end. 

“Lacy your mum is here.” 

You call out to her in the living room only to be met with a huge pouty face, and not just from her either but from San too. 

“Can she come back later. or even better we take Lacy home.” 

San pipes up looking over to Lacy who was bright eyed about the idea. 

“I wish we could San but it’s a school night and Lacy needs to get an early night.” 

You hated being the party pooper, you were meant to be the cool aunt but at the same time you still needed to look out for her wellbeing and avoiding arguments with your sister so sadly fun time was over. Walking over to answer the door to your sister you were closely followed by San who had Lacy on his back who was giggling her little butt off from the piggy back ride. 

“Did you have fun?” Your sister asked her daughter who was desperately clinging to San not wanting to be put down. 

“We had pizza!” She yelled excitedly making you and San laugh. With great difficulty San manages to set the toddler down and putting her little backpack on her before ushering her off to her mother. You and your sister continue to talk about your day and all the fun Lacy had and while you were talking San was busy keeping Lacy occupied by pulling faces at her and poking her ribs to make her ticklish. 

“Okay, say thank you to aunty Y/n and San for having you.” 

“Thank you aunty Y/n and Sani.” She waves at you with a big toothy grin on her face as she walks off back to the car hand in hand with her mother. You and San stay in the doorway watching the two of them get into the car and drive off, San’s arm wrapping around your waist pulling you close to his side. 

“She’s a cute kid.” He beams down at you Squeezing you a little as he spoke. 

“Yeah, she’s got her mother’s ways though.” You both laugh at the little harmless dig you had at your sister as you walked back into the apartment.

Cleaning up the apartment you couldn’t help but notice San smiling to himself the whole time, he looked giddy with how happy he was and as cute as you found it you couldn’t help but wonder what got him this way. 

“Babe?” You ask walking over to him as he picked up the small building blocks humming to you in response. 

“What’s got you all smiley?” Tilting his head down even more his smile gets bigger running over what he was already thinking of. 

“Oh you know, just stuff.” Now that peeked your interest. 

“Like what.” You sat down on the couch facing him waiting for him to spill the beans. Placing the last of the blocks in a small box he turned his full attention to you, holding your hands in his as he looked you deep in the eye. 

“Promise you won’t get weirded out by this.” Cocking an eyebrow you wait for him to continue. 

“I was just thinking you’d be a great mother.” You blush at the compliment, the thought of kids never crossed your mind, for as long as you could remember you’d sworn against having kids, you didn’t mind looking after Lacy, you had fun together but at the end of the day you always had to hand her back to your sister and you went on with your own life, that was how you liked it and having your own child would change all of that. 

“Really?” San nodded happily in reply not doubting you for a second. 

“I’m not saying anything has to happen if you don’t want to but maybe one day...me and you can have a crack at this parenting thing, we can get a bigger place, sort our shit out and one day have a mini us running around.” His voice got quieter the longer he went on, feeling a little bit embarrassed by the whole thing, he never got like this but seeing you with Lacy just sparked something in him. 

Holding his face in your hands you kiss his nose. 

“Maybe, I was never really one for kids but maybe for you I could change my mind.” The way his eyes sparkled made you melt, he was the sweetest bean and seeing him all broody made your heart flutter despite feeling a twinge of anxiety over the whole thing. 

“It was just an idea baby, as long as I have you I’m happy, but if you ever decide you want a kid I’ll always be here.” Sealing his words like a promise with a kiss he knelt up to your level cupping your face and pulling you into the most tender kiss you’ve ever experienced, all the love he feels for you was poured into that kiss.

Your night went on as usual, hanging out at home with a homecooked meal and continuing the TV show you’d both been binging for the last few weeks. After what San said earlier that day everything felt that bit extra like home even though nothing had changed. Cuddled up next to San, the dishes left over from your meal left on the coffee table and the TV playing in front of you, you were too comfy to get up but you knew at some point you had to, the dishes weren’t going to clean themselves no matter how much you wished they would. The credits rolled at the end of the episode and you took that as you que to get up and finally do the chore that had been staring you in the face for the last hour and a half. Getting up from your spot you felt San’s hand wrap around your wrist lightly tugging wanting you to go back to him. 

“I won’t be long, just gonna do the dishes and as soon as I’m done I’m all yours.” 

Not even 5 minutes into doing the dishes you feel San’s hands caress your waist before wrapping his arms around you nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“What’s got you like this baby?” He was usually clingy and you were used to it but he was never this bad unless he’d had a bad day, or there was something else on his mind. 

“Just you.” He whispers into your ear, kissing the lobe before moving to your jaw. You smile to yourself, you knew there was a catch. 

“Like I said baby, I’ll do these then I’m all yours.”

“But I need you now.” He mumbles against your skin pressing his hips against you so you could feel his growing erection against your ass. 

“You’re insufferable.” You joke giggling at the way he pulls you closer to him even though you’re already pressed up against him as much as you possibly could. 

“You love me though.” Not bothering to dry your hands you turn in his hold to face him, draping your arms around his neck. 

“You’re lucky I love you.” You joke again watching a smirk curl on his face. The kiss he pulls you into is passionate, but a different type of passionate from earlier, instead of his whole love and devotion being poured into it, it was now filled with hunger and lust it spoke volumes how much he needed you right now. 

Gripping your hips San leads you to the counter away from the sink, pressing you up against it so hard you were sure the hard edge of the counter top would leave a dent. Your soft moan is swallowed by San’s kiss as his tongue dominates yours with ease. You don't know when or how he became so needy but you certainly weren't complaining as your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging lightly spurred him on even more. His hands moving from your hips, gliding slowly past your ass before gripping the backs of your thighs hoisting you up onto the counter.

The sudden motion of your feet leaving the floor made you yelp in surprise but was quick to be muffled again by San's mouth. He slotted perfectly between your legs as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts nudging your nose with his as an indication to lift your hips which you did in an instant. Your shorts and underwear were off you in one quick motion, getting flung somewhere in the room no care given to their whereabouts. A gasp leaves you as your ass and thighs make contact with the cold counter top, you almost didn't want to sit down fully just from how cold it was but from the heat radiating from you and San as the kiss got even more heated and his fingers trailing along the inside of your thighs you soon warmed up to the point you didn't care how cold your ass would be.

Running a finger along your slit, San raises an eyebrow in surprise at just how turned on you got. 

"Soaked for me already baby." Your whole body shudders at the contact, his cold fingers running over your core collecting your arousal. 

"Need you San...Need you inside me." You breathe out pulling him in closer by his hair. A darkness came over his eyes, your needy pleas making him harder by the second.

On a normal night he'd take his time with you, tease you and make you beg for what you wanted but not tonight, tonight he was too turned on and too desperate to feel you he abandoned all tradition. He tugged his sweats down just enough to free himself and yanked you closer to him by your thighs lining himself up with your core. 

"Your wish is my command." He smirked before thrusting into you harshly, knocking the air from your lungs so all that came out was a weak, almost inaudible cry.

One hand around your waist and the other holding the back of your neck San delivered harsh thrust after harsh thrust at a pace that made you see stars in seconds. The position is taking you to new heights of pleasure, the way his cock reaches deeper inside you, the way with every thrust your clit gets just enough friction you have you moaning his name like a chant. The eye contact between the both of you is intense to say the least, the need and desperation all paired with the raw lust is evident in the way you're looking at each other.

The kitchen was filed with the sound of heavy breathing and skin hitting skin, it was like music to your ears, if only your body was able to stay like this then you'd happily do so, but sadly all good things must come to an end at some point.

"Fuck San...I'm close." You cry out pressing your forehead to his, his warm breath fanning your face as he pants. White hot pleasure rips through you when his hand that was holding your waist moves it's way to your clit, working the small nub in the way he knew drove you insane, your walls clenching around him with each little movement. 

"You keep clenching me like that baby I'm not gonna last much longer either." He giggled breathlessly trying his hardest to hold back. 

"Breed me." Your voice was a mere whisper, San didn't know if he'd heard you right. 

"What was that baby?" He asks slowing down a little. 

"I want you to breed me, fill me with your cum and breed me." San's eyes rolled to the back of his head momentarily, the thought of stuffing you full of his cum made him want to cum on the spot. 

"Are you sure baby? What you said earlier..." You interrupt him crashing your lips into his and biting down on his bottom lip as you pull away.

 "Fuck what I said earlier."

As if San's thrusts weren't harsh enough before, now he was rearranging your guys with how fast and hard he was slamming into you, he was on a mission now, he had a goal to reach but not before you reached your high first. His cock abusing your sweet spot and his fingers working their magic on your clit your moans and cries were rendered silent, air constantly getting knocked from your lungs. Your walls clamped down on him as your high drew closer, you could see the effect it had on San from the way his face screwed up in concentration trying to hold off his own orgasm and the way his hips were slowing down ever so slightly. You dig your nails into the back of his neck and your mouth opened to speak only to let out strangled moans. 

"Cum for me baby, I know you're close so cum for me."

You needed no more encouragement, your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave and gave you a brief moment to take in air only for you to let it out in a scream of San's name as your body started to go limp in his hold. San wasn't far behind you only needing a few more thrusts before he filled you, pumping his cum into you further as he rode out his high.

You both stayed as you were for a short while as you recovered and caught your breath. You couldn't help but smile when San's head fell to your shoulder in exhaustion, combing your fingers through his hair comfortingly as you waited for him to come around. 

"You okay there baby?" You ask turning your head to the side a little to see his flushed face buried in your shoulder. He gave a weak nod in response before straightening back up and cupping your face in his hands. 

"Why the change of heart?" The gleam in his eyes showed he wasn't complaining at all. 

"Just what you said and seeing you with Lacy earlier really got me thinking maybe we could do this parenting thing you know, I know it probably won't happen right away but we can always try." His eyes were like saucers and you could have sworn they sparkled but you didn't have time to get a good enough look before he was pulling you into his chest wrapping you in the biggest bear hug he could manage. 

"I promise you I'm going to do everything I can for us to be a family."

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