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Choi San, Wolf Warrior

Pairing: Warrior! San x Chief's daughter! Fem! Reader

Genre: fantasy, action, romance, angst

Synopsis: Ten years ago, your best friend San promised his eternal love to you. Now, the danger of his oath creeps through the both of you, and he has to bear the weight of his words. No matter what his fate will be, you must remember that he is the Wolf Warrior.

Warnings: Blood, wounds, death (animals die, I'm so sorry), weapons, cursing, San is fucking RIPPED, reader doesn't do much (sorry again), way too much flashbacks and monologuing (sorry x3, but I do not know how to stop), sappy af.

Wc: 7.8k

Taglist: @darkdayelixer

A/N. Well, it's finally here. This is officially my first fanfic posted here. Do I believe this is my best work? No. Do I care? Maybe, but I appreciate any feedback that you might have (please take into account that English is not my first language, so I rely in grammar checkers and that stuff). I'm not sure if I should keep the second person format, but you tell me what you think. Again, I'm open to suggestions and kind criticism. If the story sucks, sorry not sorry.

Once again, I'm eternally gratefull for the support I've received in this platform. Whatever you need, my DMs are always open.

XOXO -May

A little treat for those who liked the story.

Your tribe had a sacred tradition.

The first hunt is the most sacred; dedicated to whom you thank your life for.

The best hunt is the most important; dedicated to whom you’d die for.

That is why you couldn’t help but tremble while looking at San down below.

Even if he had clearly announced his decision to embark on the journey no more than a couple of months ago, nothing could have prepared your heart.

Not even kneeling alongside your father and your mother at a higher ground, far away from where he stood, could you escape the power radiating from his stance. Even his posture was perfect; perfectly still and elegant, like a wolf just like the one he had marked with ink on his chest. His eyes looked up, and you knew your Sanie was long gone.

He was Choi San, the Wolf Warrior.

The drums started beating in an ancestral rhythm; one you had heard in too many unsuccessful attempts. Men and women below hollered and twirled their bodies to the music, almost in a spiritual trance brought by the excitement of the hunt. The sound got louder and louder in your chest, so hard that it felt like a second heart. Your hands were shaking and you couldn’t help the shivers that ran several times through your spine. You just kept praying for it to be over.

And just as they had started, the drums ceased as your father rose as the chief of the village. He, too, didn’t feel like your father anymore, his hierarchical title far outweighed the one of father right now. You couldn’t decipher his expression, no longer familiar to you.

“Choi San”, his voice boomed through the whole village, “why are you here today?”

To you, San didn’t look intimidated one bit. “I’ve returned to fulfill my promise made sixty-two days ago, in this very place.”

This was all part of the ceremony, nothing more than a formality, but your heart fluttered with San’s words. But still, you knew he was wrong. No, he didn’t make that promise sixty-two days prior. He had made it way before that when you both were young kids.

He had promised to marry you ten years ago, at age twelve.

But your father didn’t find it that endearing. “An oath like that can’t be made by anyone. Are you sure you will be able to keep it?”.

San didn’t fall for the taunting. “Absolutely, sir.”

“Are you sure? Do you even know the consequences?”

Everyone knew them, even more San. “Yes, sir. I know them.”

“Are you willing to go through them then? Even if it means your death?”

With that, San let out a grin. “Especially if it means my death…sir.”

Then, the chief let go of the mocking stance he had tried and became solemn again. For the briefest second, you had hoped San stepped down, but you also knew him like the back of your hand. You knew he never backed down from a challenge.

Your father cleared his throat. “Very well, then. Seeing your determination to proceed, I’ll remind you once more of the rules.”

The few whispers and hushed voices that had been going around since the start finally came to a halt. The newfound silence made your head spin and your palms shake even more.

Gods, you prayed, don’t let harm come to my San. Please give him my strength and my will if he needs them.

“Rule number one. You have only one chance. If it’s lost, it’s lost. Gone forever.”

“Rule number two. You will not receive aid from anyone or anything. The village will only intercede if the hunt doesn’t finish with the beast’s death.”

“Rule number three. You will only carry one weapon of your choice and no armor. Any of those will deem the attempt failed, and you will lose your only chance.”

“Rule number four. The hunt only stops after one of you is dead.”

While your father talked, San seemed unfazed. Even if he already knew the rules, it made you uneasy to not know what he was thinking. You felt the urge to run to where he stood, grab his hand, and smooth out the crease on his brow that always popped up when he was thinking hard.

You yearned for nothing more than to be by his side.

“Choi San,” now your father spoke in a warning tone, “dare to break the rules, and you will face consequences bigger than what you can imagine. I will make sure of that.”

Not once had San looked intimidated, and that put your heart at ease (just a tiny bit, if you are being honest).

“I understood perfectly, sir.” San had always respected your father as a chief, so he always tried to keep his composure despite the adrenaline in his veins making him want nothing more than to begin with the hunt. But he had to remain polite, especially now that he was trying to become his successor.

“Good,” the chief stated plainly. “If there’s nothing else to say…let the hunt begin!”

The drums resumed in a frenetic rhythm, making your heart race once more. Nevertheless, below where you sat, San seemed pumped by it. He let the thick fur coat he wore fall to the ground, exposing his naked torso and ripped pants. You knew he did it to prove he wore nothing to protect him, but you couldn’t the blush that crept to your cheeks.

“Holy shit, that was hot” you murmured unintentionally. You looked to your left to see if your parents heard. Your father didn’t appear to have listened to you, concentrated on his duty as referee, but your mother let out a snort. You shot her a glare and she tried to suppress her laughter.

Trying to appear unfazed, you looked back at San. He was now holding a beautiful sword, which you knew like the back of your hand. The hilt was golden and decorated with flowers and power symbols. A short inscription written at the butt.

Choi San, the Wolf Warrior.

It was barely more than his name, but San had spent a fortune having it engraved in the shape of your handwriting. You smiled at the memory of a sixteen-year-old San running to show you his new possession.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you heard your name being shouted from behind you. When you turned, it was San running towards you at full speed, holding a piece of fabric in his hands. He finally reached you, showing his dimpled smile. “Geez, why do you have those ears if you can't even listen when one is shouting at you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut it. Not my fault you are so out of breath that I couldn’t understand shit of what you were shouting.”

“I was not-!” He looked like he wanted to bicker, again, with you, but he cut himself short. “It doesn’t matter, look what I got!” He proceeded to remove part of the folded fabric, exposing a shiny object. The blade of a sword. You let out a gasp and he chuckled. “Beautiful, isn’t it? But there’s more.”

He uncovered the rest of the weapon, and your eyes fell on the golden inscription. The letters were masterfully carved on the metal, so much it took you a moment to realize it was written in your handwriting.

“Is this…?” You didn’t even finish your sentence, and San already knew what you were trying to say.

“Yes. Custom-made from the best welder in town. It cost me a fortune, but it’s worth it.” San was grinning like an idiot at what he thought was an accomplishment.

Nevertheless, that didn’t sit right with you (even though you couldn’t deny that your heart was racing like a horse). “Are you dumb?! Why are you spending your money on dumb things like this?”

Your heart broke a little when you saw his smile falter. “What are you saying? Of course, it’s not dumb!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it 's not!”

“I said, yes it is!”

He frowned and grabbed your hand. “No, it’s not. Wanna know why? Because every time I wield it and see the hilt, I’ll be reminded of what I have back home. That I have someone waiting for me to come back. My treasure.”

His words from back then still made you feel warm, and after that, you always felt proud seeing him carry that sword.

Your gaze is torn away from the weapon to San himself. He was pacing around the makeshift arena planned for these occasions, warming up his limbs. His eyes seemed to wander through the place, not focusing on anyone, until they fell on you. Despite the seriousness that had ruled his behavior up until that point, he gifted you one of his characteristic smiles, which turned his eyes into two small crescents. Even with the loud music coming from the drums, you heard some girls squeal from his gesture, and you laughed at that.

San always knew how to lighten up the mood of every situation.

He kept walking until his back was turned from you, which you took as a chance to admire his sculptured figure. While he had always made clear to whom his heart belonged, that didn’t keep people from falling in love with his god-like looks. His chiseled torso was littered with tattoos, going around his arms, neck, and ribs, in addition to the big wolf head on his chest he had gotten when he was nineteen (when he had absolutely begged you to come with him for moral support).

His body was also covered in scars, mostly from battle wounds and hunting accidents. Some looked old and faded, while others appeared more recent. You knew each of them fully, seeing that you were the only one San let tend to him during those times. When he lowered his arms, you got a glimpse of his most famous one, which he bore on his left forearm. The one that earned him the title of Wolf Warrior, back when he was just twelve.

You stood waiting, just a few meters from the edge of the forest the boys had gone into a few days prior. Many of them had already returned and were celebrating all around you. But, still, there was no sign of San’s return.

You had accompanied San’s parents to wait for San to return from his ritual first hunt. For your people, this marked the beginning of manhood; a rite of passage from boys to men. It was the first time each of the boys would go hunting on their own, and they wouldn’t be allowed to come back without a prize. This ceremony was reserved for only the closest people in the boy’s life, but San’s parents had asked you to come since you were his best friend (and practically their niece, being their best friends’ daughter).

“It’s getting late, again,” San’s father said, and he was right. The sky was turning red and purple with the last lights of the day. Another day without San. “It’s only been three days, so it might still be early for him to return.”

“But most of the boys have come back,” his mother noted. She bit her lip, looking at the forest. Then, she looked at the grass and let out a sigh. “I guess you are right, we can wait another day.”

They moved to leave but stopped when they saw you hadn’t gone with them. “Y/N, let’s go home.”

You wanted to wait just a bit more. Just to be sure San wouldn’t come back that day. “I want to wait a few more minutes. If you want, you can go ahead and I’ll go back when I’m done. There are plenty of other parents here, so don’t worry about me!”

They didn’t look convinced, but they still let you. “Fine, but come back running to us if something happens.”

You waved them goodbye, but before long had passed, you saw some bushes rustle. You squinted to make sure your vision didn’t betray you, and a large figure emerged from the last line of trees. A scream rose to your throat when you saw the thick fur, but it soon died down when you saw the person carrying the furry mass.

“It’s San! It's San!” you shouted back at the distant figures of San’s parents. Thankfully, they had heard you, and they were sprinting back to your position. You ran behind them but stayed back when you saw them embrace their son.

“My son, my son is alright!” his mother repeated while holding him in her arms. Her husband embraced both of them without saying anything, but his face showed the relief he felt.

He is supposed to have returned a man, you thought while looking at the sweet scene, but they will still treat him like their baby.

“San is back!” you heard another boy say, “San came back from the hunt! But…what did he bring back though?”

That seemed to return San and his parents to reality. The ceremony wasn’t finished, as he still hadn’t presented his prize. They untangled themselves from their son and stepped back, allowing him to regain composure. It was then that you could finally see San clearly for the first time. He was soiled in mud, part of his clothes were tattered, and he had several scratches on his face, neck, and arms, but he didn’t seem bothered by them. He looked exhausted, on the verge of collapse even.

“San, my son,” his dad called out to him, “what have you brought from the hunt?”

San looked back at the big leather bag he had dropped with his parents' hug attacked. From the opening, a lot of fur spilled out without a clear form. “My prey was difficult to catch, that’s why I’m late. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Sanie,” his mother reassured him but, to you, she looked nervous. “It doesn't matter what it is, just that you are here. Have you decided who you will offer it to?”

You smiled at your friend. Even if you had stood back all this time to let the Choi family have their moment, you were overjoyed at seeing your best friend take part in one of the most important challenges in his life, and you would have given anything to run to his arms. Nevertheless, you stood back and contented yourself with giving him your usual reassuring smile (also, you couldn’t deny that you were madly curious to see to whom he would give his hunt, although knowing him, it was probably his parents).

Somehow, when you caught San’s eye, he didn’t relax. On the contrary, he stepped back from his parents' embrace and clutched his bag, never releasing tension. “Yes. Yes, I have.”

Mr. and Mrs. Choi held hands, seeing their now-grown son make an important decision. You also squealed in delight, cheering on your friend as he threw the bag over his shoulder with effort. He walked towards his parents and…ignored them?

Your confusion grew as he walked past his parents in your direction. You looked behind yourself, just to see no one. San kept approaching you until he stood merely two feet away. At that distance, you had a better view of all his injuries, especially the gnarly cut on his left forearm.

“Oh my god, Sanie!” you let out, closing the distance to grab his injured arm. “You need to get that treated immediately. It’s going to scar!”

Tension seemed to lift from his shoulders as San heard your typical nagging. He grabbed your wrist back and unlatched your fingers from his arm. “That’s not important right now!”

“What do you mean-!”

“It’s not,” he cut you off. Stepping back a little, he put the bag back on the ground, letting it fall with a loud thud. “This is what’s important right now”.

He opened it completely, a gray furry mass spilling out partially. San kept grabbing and pulling, freeing the animal from the cramped space. Once it was completely out, you let out a scream.

An enormous wolf was looking back at you.

“San, what the hell!” you stumbled back from the shock. “You brought a whole ass wolf?! Are you allowed to give that thing to someone?”

Sanie beamed his boyish smile. He grabbed the animal by the scruff, not raising from his kneeling position, and offered it to you. “I’m not giving it to ‘someone’. I, Choi San, from the Choi family, present my most sacred achievement to you, whom I most treasure and thank for in life”.

Your memory was shattered by the piercing shriek that resonated through the arena, making you clutch your necklace (made from the wolf’s teeth) in fear. It sounded like straight out of your nightmares.

The rumble of heavy steps only confirmed your worst fears.

San was looking directly at the forest line, where the noises were coming from. He stood his ground as a couple of trees fell and many shook with violence. The shouts of other men could be heard as they came closer and closer. Finally, before the whole tribe appeared a creature that left you nauseous.

Four enormous green and scaly legs carried an even bigger body; as tall as the tallest building in your village. The scales shone under the harsh sunlight and were thick enough to compare to an iron armor. Its talons tore through the hard soil like it was mere sand. Its lack of wings didn’t make it less intimidating; on the contrary, it warned its prey of its prowess on land. But it wasn’t the size, the fangs, the talons of the scales that paralyzed your body.

It was the eyes.

For the briefest moment, your gaze connected with the dragon’s. Its eyes glowed red with a primal fury you had only seen on a cornered animal, waiting to fight back if only to cause damage to its hunter before its ultimate demise. That look raised every hair on your body.

The dragon continued to shriek and thrash against the chains that the men, whom you recognized as San’s best friends, held tightly. They were being overpowered by the creature’s brute force, but they still held on for their friend’s chance at having the best prize the village would ever see.

All for you.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” San had turned to the crowd, “let the best hunt our people have ever witnessed in our long history begin!”

The sound of chains hitting the ground was almost drowned by the roar of your people. Once the beast was free, it lounged at full speed at San, forgetting about his other captors, hissing and letting its venom drip on the floor. An involuntary scream was ripped from your throat as you stood from your kneeling position.

“San, run!” you screamed moving forward, but a heavy hand on your shoulder stopped you from going further. It was your father’s.

“No, you stay here,” he demanded.

“Father, you have to stop this,” you pleaded at him. “This is madness! San can’t fight on his own against that!”

But your father was unmoving. “No, this is the challenge he chose, and he must accept his fate.”

“You don’t believe that,” your tone was dark, “at least not with San. Do you want your best friends’ child to die a stupid death? Do you want my best friend to die a stupid death?! Because I wi-!”

While he had remained emotionless during all the ceremony, now he looked furious. “(Y/N), compose yourself for gods’ sake!”

“But-”

“Your feelings do not matter right now, only San’s. He is down there, risking his life only for you to look at him. He chose this, no one else, and what he needs the most right now is your support. Do you understand?”

You understood, and those were the words you needed to sober up. Regardless of your feelings, whether you thought he was being reckless or not, San was fighting for the acceptance of your love in the eyes of your village. He didn’t need you to doubt him, he needed you to be by his side. Not to mention that he would be upset that you doubted his strength.

Until that moment, San had managed to evade all of the dragon’s attacks, opting for taking a defensive stance. The strength and size difference between them was abysmal, so the fate of either would be reduced to who could endure the chase for the longest. A battle of attrition.

The dragon charged at full speed once more, and San stood his ground, sword in front of him. The beast had almost reached him, when San dodged at the last second, managing to slash the tendon of one of its talons, but his arm brushed against one of its scales. Blood began to gush out of the wound, but he paid no mind to it. The battle was far from over, and he was determined to be the last one standing. He owed it to himself, and you.

For what seemed hours (and probably were), you saw San run around the arena, dodging attacks and inflicting more on his opponent. He was visibly injured, having been hit numerous times by the sharp weapons of the dragon, and caked on blood and mud. Nevertheless, the dragon itself wasn’t in a much better state; San had managed to slash open the tendons of three out of the four legs, and it had trouble moving at a fast speed. The sturdy sword of San had also pierced the thick armor of the beast, leaving big wounds on its sides and belly.

Dragons were magnificent creatures. They were perfectly designed to withstand almost all types of damage, being covered in those solid scales that rivaled metal. Some had enormous wings that they used to soar the skies of their vast territories, some breathed fire and ice. Many explorers even claimed that some races could even understand human language. From those many tales, it was expected to believe these beasts were invincible. However, what not many knew was that dragons did have a weakness, a physical one even. Under the sturdy chunks of armor on the chest, just at the area where the heart would’ve been located, the scales were more fragile, soft enough to let a blade penetrate the skin and kill the creature. Not many knew of this weak spot due to the difficulty of even getting close to a dragon, let alone surviving the encounter. Not many knew of it, except for San.

He could see that the dragon was getting tired from constantly playing the offensive. The blood loss was weighing it down, making its attacks slower and weaker, and San wasn’t easy prey to catch. He had been getting closer and closer to the one spot that would lead him to victory. The plan was to make the dragon bleed as much as possible, before ending it all in one move. He wasn’t much fan of making his prey suffer, but neither he was of getting his head bit off (leaving you practically widowed).

San kneeled for a moment, taking a breather as the dragon hissed at a new wound he made near its tail. His own injuries were also slowing him down, although the adrenaline kept him moving. He knew he couldn’t keep up much longer, and it was time to put an end to the battle while he still had the strength to continue.

It was time for the last act.

You saw San muster up the strength to stand up. You had lost count of how many times he was close to finally hunting down the dragon, so now you prayed that he just kept inflicting cuts on the beast until it finally died from blood loss. However, something was different in San. He seemed more confident this time, and you knew what it meant. San was now playing the offensive.

In half a second, San had banished from where he had been standing. Your eyes found him again a few meters closer to the dragon, sprinting at full speed directly towards him. The animal had taken notice of your friend, and stood firmly on its four legs, waiting to rip his head off his body. When San was directly in front of it, the dragon raised on its hind legs, as if to gather full force to strike down on the man and end the fight. You let out a gasp.

It was a fatal mistake.

Instead of stopping as the dragon had expected, San slid underneath it, raising his sword as the creature threw itself down full force. You blinked. One moment, the dragon had been roaring in victory and, in the next one, it was shuddering as it had impaled itself directly into San’s blade. The last remnants of life escaped in convulsions from the body of the beast, and it collapsed unceremoniously into the ground, a mere carcass of the magnificent animal it had been before. The crowd went quiet for the death of a splendid being.

You couldn’t care less for the animal. You couldn’t see San, so you were beginning to be worried that he had been crushed under the weight of the dragon. Your eyes frantically searched for him, until a figure emerged from beside the dead body. San was drenched in blood and struggled to breathe. He had never let go of the sword.

It was the true sight of a legendary hero.

San raised his hand and tried to wipe away some of the blood off his face, which made you chuckle as it was also covered in blood. Realizing the futility of that, he desisted and, instead, looked down on his weapon. He smiled at the inscription and grabbed it with his two hands. In one swift movement, he stabbed the chest of the dragon once more. You frowned in confusion as he kept stabbing and cutting through the body of the beast, as it was already dead, leaving a carnage behind. Behind you, a couple of old men were discussing the useful properties of all the organs and parts of the dragon and how they would have used them, but you couldn’t care less about that. At last, San seemed to find what he was looking for and dropped the sword. He plunged his hands into the hole he had made (which made you gag a little if you were being honest) and pulled out something. Everyone around you let out a collective gasp.

San was holding a dragon’s heart. A heart made out of pure gold.

Your jaw went slack. The heart was huge, as it belonged to a huge creature, and probably weighed a considerable amount. Nevertheless, San held it with the remaining strength he had. You couldn’t start to fathom the value of such rarity, much less the fact that it was now yours. The crowd cheered as he raised the piece over his head; a sign that declared him the victor.

Having basked in glory long enough, San secured a grip on the golden heart and began the ascent towards where you still kneeled beside your father and mother. It wasn’t that long of a distance, but carrying a heavy object after hours of battle sure was harsh on his body. Despite the ache, he continued to advance.

Your mother reached out for you, smiling as she grabbed your hand affectionately. "He did it! He did it! Finally, you can marry San!"

Finally.

You glanced down at San once more. The grown man that just killed a dragon looked nothing like the kid from ten years ago.

"Marry me". San blurted out of nowhere. The sudden request startled you, making you accidentally press on his wound. "Ouch! Be careful, you idiot!"

You felt offended. "Me? An idiot? You are the dumbass that proposes to someone while they are cleaning your wound. I should let your arm rot for being an idiot and reckless on your first hunt!"

He glared at you. "You wouldn't dare…"

"Try me."

He didn't reply, and you fell into a comfortable silence. San had dragged you away from the banquet his family had prepared on account of his newly acquired "manhood", complaining how his arm hurt from not being properly treated and he needed you to do it for him. Now you sat on a small hut next to his house, illuminated by a small candle, jars of ointments and gauzes lying on the floor beside your forms.

San watched as you applied another cream to his arm. "You didn't answer".

You didn't look at him, focused on treating him. "You didn't ask anything". Before he could hit you with a reply, you added "Besides, we can't get married".

That seemed to upset him. "Why not? We know each other perfectly, and our parents as best friends. I'm sure they would accept it".

You laughed at his naïveness. "It's not about approval. Marriage is for people that love each other".

Now, San just seemed confused. "But we love each other. We say it all the time".

"We love each other," you conceded, "but we aren't in love with each other". San's expression remained confused, so you tried to explain it in another way. "You and I love each other as brother and sister, and we act as such. People that get married treat the other as…well…lovers. They spend time together, they share stuff, they hold hands, they kiss. They swear to be with each other until death. They take care of each other. Forever!"

Your explanation didn't convince San. "But, don't we already do that? Minus the kissing, of course. Wouldn't that mean we are in love?"

The mere thought of being in love with San sent your prepubescent brain into short-circuit. It repulsed you in some way, as you had only looked at him as a brother, but you couldn't deny the butterflies in your stomach.

"No, it doesn't," you exclaimed. "Also, people that get married first become girlfriend and boyfriend! You can't be my boyfriend!"

San also looked repulsed at the sound of that word. "Ew, no! I don't want a girlfriend".

"See, that's why we can't get married".

"I don't want a girlfriend," his eyes burned holes in your head, "but I still think it would be nice if we got married. We already promised to be in each other's life forever and I care for you, so I don't think it'd make much difference".

You briefly looked back at him and rolled your eyes, grabbing a roll of gauze. "Why are you even thinking about that, Sanie? Marriage is an adult thing. We are twelve-year-old kids!"

"Speak for yourself! This proves I'm a grown man", he pointed at the wound, grinning. You shot him an amused look, opting for saying nothing and continuing with your job. It didn't take much time for San to break the silence yet again. "I guess all this new 'adulthood' stuff got me thinking about this new chapter of my life and-"

"Mhm"

"-all the things I can do now. Somehow that ended up in my thinking about marriage and how would it feel to get married to someone you like, you know?"

"Yes, yes".

"Then I thought of who I would marry, and I thought of you. Since all that best friend shit is basically the same shit you described, but if you say it's different, I guess it is. Either way, we should wait a little more before that, to think matters better and decide if-"

Oh, no. San had started rambling. "Sanie! What on gods' sake are you trying to say?!"

"What age do you think is the most appropriate to get married?" He looked dead serious now.

You finished dressing the wound, and threw your tools on the ground, exasperated by San's strange behavior. "I don't know! I already said that marriage is for adults!"

"Well, then at what age did your parents get engaged?"

You loved the story of how your parents go together, so it was an easy question. “Oh, my father proposed to my mother when he was twenty-two and she wa-”

San beamed as he interrupted you once more. “Perfect! Then my proposal will be suspended until then. I will ask you again when I turn twenty-two. That way I’ll give you time to fall in love with me, or whatever it is that you need.”

All the previous conversations had proven fruitless again and again, so it was better to leave things as they were, hoping that soon San would move to other subjects.

“Fine, whatever. We’ll probably have forgotten it by then”.

Except, he did not. And neither did you. On the contrary. With time, you had grown fond of your best friend, leaving behind the innocent affections of childhood to make place for the blossoming feelings of romantic love. Where you were hesitant to express these feelings, he openly did to anyone and anything willing to listen. He wanted you and only you. It wasn’t only the grand moments of expressed admiration that made you fall for him, but the quiet moments of thoughtfulness that instilled your devotion for him.

When he carried your things without a word, even if he knew you were perfectly capable of doing it on your own. When he held your hand as you walked through more deserted parts of the village. When you would silently work on the injuries he would bring home, never asking how he got them. When you would hold each other, letting the other shed their tears, just basking in each other’s comfort.

All those moments paved the way for the unspoken transformation of your relationship. You were neither friends nor lovers. No words could describe the depth of your understanding of each other. So, for you and the rest of the world, you were simply “Y/N and San”.

And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

As usual in any other important celebration, San had dragged you away from everybody. This time, it was his birthday and, although he loved being with his friends and family, he wanted to spend time alone with you. As you both grew, so did your responsibilities, yours as the daughter of the village chief and San’s as the strongest member, so there were periods where your time together was limited.

As soon as you were decently away from the rest of the party, San had taken you in his arms in a warm embrace. You inhaled his scent. He smelled like home. You didn’t question what was up with the sudden display of affection, you knew he would let you know in time. He was never one to keep quiet for much time.

“Marry me”.

He hadn’t forgotten. San was a man of his word.

“Today I turn twenty-two,” he told you, as if you weren’t currently celebrating that fact, “it’s the day I’m finally asking you to be mine”.

Your heart threatened to escape your ribcage from pure glee. “I’ve always been yours, Sanie. Since the day you first asked.”

You felt his smile as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “Thank you, thank you. You know that I belong to you too. I’ll take care of you, so good. Every day, all day. And you won’t be able to get rid of me”.

You chuckled. “I don’t know about that. You can barely take care of yourself”.

“But it’s different since I don't care about myself, only about my treasure”.

For longer, you remained like you were. Many breaths passed before any of you said anything.

“I’m leaving the day after tomorrow,” he announced, shattering the moment, “it won’t be for too long and the guys are coming with me”.

“Leaving? To where?” you asked, confused.

“As much as I’d love to stay with my beautiful fiancée,” you loved how the title sounded coming from him, “I have to bring her a pretty hunting trophy, so she can boast to the whole town about having the strongest boyfriend to ever live”.

You stayed silent. Even if you wanted San to forgo tradition and stay with you, you knew he wasn’t in an easy position. As the chief’s daughter, you didn’t require him to only fulfill the role of the husband. By marrying you, he would automatically become the next in line for the position of chief, as you had no male relatives that could assume it. Thus, he needed to prove himself worthy of you and the whole village.

The very next day, he announced to your community his intentions of marrying you and becoming head of the village. The day after that, he was gone.

Sixty-two days had passed since you last felt his warmth, so when he stood before you, still covered in blood and grime, holding his heart (well, not his in a strict manner), you itched to extend your hand to his cheek and wipe the exhaustion away.

Once more, the ceremonial drums stopped after hours of incessant banging. It was time for your father to speak.

“Choi San,” he called out to your lover, “Ten years ago, when you were barely a man, I bestowed you the title of ‘Wolf Warrior’, which has been reserved for the strongest of our kind, in hopes that you would use it to protect and serve our people. Despite that great honor, you have used that same title and strength to recklessly endanger our home by bringing a dragon for mere spectacle. Had things gone askew, it wouldn’t have been just your life that we would have lost, but many others”.

After the little speech he gave you about trusting San, you were surprised by the harsh scolding your father was giving San in front of other people. Nevertheless, you understood his position as responsible for the village.

“However, on this day you have achieved a feat none of our ancestors could compare to. The tale of the man who single-handedly slew an adult dragon with just a sword will be told by many generations to come, under the title of ‘Choi San, the Dragon Warrior’; title I am to bestow you and will only belong to you. But I’m afraid names and merits would be meaningless if the intent behind them isn’t honored”.

Your father paused briefly before resuming. “Time and time again, you have proven your worth as a man beyond the power of his sword. Your contributions to the safekeeping of our people speak for themselves, and any reward would be in order as compensation for your service. However, I know you seek not money or fame, but something deeper than that.

“Choi San. I’ve seen you and Y/N grow into the splendid adults you are today. I’ve seen your care for each other and your understanding of each other. After today, I do no doubt that there is no better man for my daughter, and no better one to succeed me when I am no longer able. Therefore, I declare successful your attempt and bless the union between the two of you”.

Your heart soared higher than the sky above you. You could have broken your neck with how fast you whipped your head to look back at San, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

San. San. Sanie.

He was on one knee on the ground before you. The golden heart sat on the floor in front of him, displayed as an offering to you. He held his hands open, waiting for you to take them. You did so, standing up and grabbing his fingers, not caring one bit that they were still covered in grime. San looked at you intensely, wanting you to look at him and only him. Now and for the rest of your lives.

“My treasure,” he spoke so softly as if you were going to shatter if he spoke any louder, “from my very first breath, everything I’ve done has been for you and only you. My first thoughts in the morning and my last ones before bed are of you, and even in my sleep I see you next to me. Every beat of my heart is for you, until the last of them. But, even then, there are no words to describe how deeply I love you”.

Your lips quivered, but you broke into a teary smile nonetheless. “Oh, Sanie. If you keep going, I’m afraid I will cry for real”.

“Don’t worry,” he gripped your hands tighter, “I will be here to wipe away all of them”. San planted a kiss on your knuckles before continuing. “Ever since I was a child, I knew it was you who I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, even if you disliked the idea of that. I knew it had to be me who had to be there in your moments of joy, as well as your moments of sadness. It had to be me who cared for you when you weren’t able to care for yourself and be by your side when you didn’t want anyone else. It doesn’t have to be me, but I want it to be me”.

You swore you could hear some girls sigh behind you, and you couldn’t relate more to that.

“Today I, Choi San of the Choi family, offer you the best of me. I present to you this prize as an offering of my heart, my body, and my soul, which from now on are yours to dispose of. If you wish to accept it, and therefore accept me, I’ll belong to you for the rest of eternity. If you let me be by your side, I’ll do my best to care for you, and not even water will touch your hands. These words will be true, whether you accept my offerings or not since it’s only to you I wish to lay my life for”.

With a last kiss to your hands, he brought them up and rested his forehead on them. The tips of his ears appeared slightly red and his own hands trembled. You knew your Sanie enough to recognize he was equally nervous and embarrassed (which he had nothing to feel shame for, as he had said cheesier things under the influence of liquor).

You rubbed your thumbs on the back of his hand, hoping to soothe his nerves. “Rise, my young warrior. A man like you should be kneeling for nobody”.

He didn’t stand up. “But you aren’t ‘nobody’, my love. You are my strength and my will”.

This man will be the death of me, you laughed to yourself.

“And you are the most stubborn man I’ve ever encountered,” you poked at him. You tugged firmly at your intertwined hands, signaling that you needed him to get back on his feet, “and I’m afraid that you won’t be able to hear my words properly from down there”.

That made him look up to you once more, and finally stand up from the ground. This time, you didn’t hold yourself back from letting go of his fingers to remove a piece of hair from San’s eyes. Your own ones lingered a while longer, just to find themselves cupping his cheek. San snuggled up to your palm instinctively, reminding you of a cat.

“My love,” San closed his eyes and sighed at the name, “you have fought so bravely for the both of us. Not just today, but for a very long time. It is me who should be thanking you for brightening my life with just your presence, and for never giving up on me. We’ve had our highs and lows, but there’s no time of my life that I can remember without you being present. You too have had full ownership of my heart since the very beginning, and it is not my desire for you to relinquish your rights to it”.

“I too want to be the one who cares for you when you aren’t able to fend for yourself. I too want to be who you come to when you have wounds to heal. I want to be who you wake up to every morning, and who you sleep next to every night. I want to be the source of your strength and your place of rest; to protect your heart from harm and your mind from turmoil.”

“My Sanie, for as long as you let me, I will be yours, and even further than that if you decide you love me no more. Everything I have, I will share with you. Where you go, I will go. Whom you love I will love, and whom you despise I will despise. There’s nothing that will give me greater joy than to be yours. So I, Y/N, accept this prize as a symbol of my love and the union that will bind us from now on”.

You had barely finished when you found yourself spinning in the air, San’s hands grabbing you firmly by your waist. You finally let out tears of joy and looked down to see that he was crying too. San put you back on the ground, but never let you go. On the contrary, he pulled you towards him in the biggest hug. One of his hands held you by the waist, while the other rested on the back of your head. Your forehead hid on the crook of his neck, and your hands moved restlessly across his broad back. The drums now played a happy beat and people danced for the new couple. From the corner of your eyes, you could see your parents and San’s embracing each other, finally together as a family.

“My love, my love, my love,” San whispered in your ear, unable to stop repeating those words.

“My Sanie,” you whispered back, “I’m sorry I made you wait for so long”.

“Nothing of that matters now,” he reassured you, “I could have waited longer if it meant I’d have you at the end.”

“You always know what to say,” you joked. “Always the hopelessly romantic idiot”

“You are right. But now I’m your idiot”.

“No, you are my husband”.

San stopped all movement before slightly pushing you away from him. He held your gaze for a couple of seconds before grabbing your face with a smirk adorning his lips. “Hell yeah, I am”.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a heart-stopping kiss. Your brain melted to mush and you could only think about him, surrounding every part of you.

San. San. Sanie.

The world could have ended at that very moment, and neither of you would have cared. Not when you had each other in every sense of the word, cause that is all that mattered. You and him.

Y/N and San.

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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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.

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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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deja-yu · 6 months

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6 & 14 from 🌸 with sani 🙏

Choi San 6. "You've ruined me." & 14. "Do you know how long I've dreamt of this happening?"

Fantasy setting (dnd inspired) 1.1K warnings; fighting, dragon, goop monsters

As if a spell was put on him, San found his mind polluted by you. Ever since you joined the party San had found himself stuttering and clumsily stumbling over his own feet whenever in your vicinity. The way he would perk up at the mention of your name didn’t go unnoticed by the others. It had led to Hongjoong never sending the two of you off alone. You went on missions with Yeosang and Seonghwa, it was a good dynamic, perfect even. Seonghwa would always play his part as rogue, never having to go into a conflict without having the upper hand. Yeosang was precise and his arrows would never miss, light as a feather as he moved between the branches of the trees. And no enemy had ever bested you in combat, your skill and power always putting you one step ahead.

It had been days since San watched the three of you leave to scout out an enemy base. It was a big quest, the biggest the party has gotten commissioned for. He knows his worries are misplaced but he couldn’t stop the yearning for you that was tugging at his heart. Caught of guard by the screams on his walk from town back to base. The people running from a bear bump into him and he isn't quick enough to secure his footing. Cursing himself for being distracted as he hits the floor. It gave the animal an upper hand and would it not have been for the arrow piercing the beast’s arm. He wonders if he could’ve gotten up and landed the fatal blow in time. The arrow familiar he feels relief flood him but it is short lived spotting Yeosang appear from the trees with an ungraceful stumble. Rushing to his friends’ side he was quick to carry him back to base without wasting time on questions. Mingi cringed as he healed Yeosang, pacing the room while his brain was going crazy with worry about you and Seonghwa, San didn’t even hear Hongjoong till he was shoved. Stumbling to the floor with shock on his face as he looks up at his leader “Grab your things, we’ve got a city to burn”.

But in the days ride it took, the city had already caught fire. Screams filling San’s ears and everyone stumbled back as a dragon shot up in flight, rising above the smoke before the breath it took silenced the world for a moment. The fire spread fast through the streets and the glow of red danced on their faces as they watched. Heart hammering in his chest San’s legs started moving before his mind could process. The adrenaline rushing through his blood made easy work of ripping the town gates open. All he could think about was you and Seonghwa stuck in cells as the fire around the two of you build. His friends were quick to join him and Yeosang guided them from the roofs. Between the townspeople running and screaming were creatures made of darkness, after catching sight of San and the others their focused shifted and soon enough the clangs of their swords was all San could hear. But he didn’t have time for this, yelling in frustration as he struck down foe after foe. But they seemed never ending, as the party progressed through the town they found more of them attacking the people. “San! You go with Yeosang we got it here” Jongho yells, as he grabs the second sword from its holster taking a deep breath before both his swords slowly took on a familiar blue glow.

San watched Yeosang on the roofs, following his friends until he suddenly came to a halt, staring at the square ahead. San followed his friends’ eyes to find you in the middle of said square. Relief washes over him but as he looks closer he can see the strain on your features, enemies still advancing towards you, with your edge gone they took multiple hits before going down. San didn’t watch longer, didn’t see or hear how you were motioning to the sky. He struck down everything in between you and him. Your eyes fierce as you turned to him, ready to send a shot of your magic his way, but then you see it’s him and San watches your eyes soften. Breathing out his name in relief before you knees buckle. Catching you before you meet the ground, assessing you for any harm but finding no external wounds. Guilt squeezing his heart wondering how long you had been fighting. When he hears a roar overhead he watches the dragon land on mere meters away. Sharp eyes studying him before another deafening roar fills the square. He couldn’t get out of here with you in time and he wasn’t going to leave you. So, as he watches the sparks light sound falling silent as the dragon breathes in, he covers you as much as he can with himself shield on his back as the only form of protection as he awaits the flames to nip at his skin. But it never comes, as red and orange flames dance around you two the only things burning are the creatures still advancing. Holding out a hesitant hand into the flames, he jumps at a chuckle coming from you. “My magic never harms me or my friends” knitting his brows together he stares at you questioningly. “I turned Hwa into a dragon” saying it with a cocky smirk on your lips. Turning to the dragon San watches the flames die down, dark smoke clearing to reveal his friend. “YOU CAN TURN INTO A DRAGON?” Mingi screams from across the square. But Seonghwa ignores him in favor of rushing over to your side too.

“I’m fine” you mutter but neither seem convinced as you try and sit up, arms giving out but San pulls you against him again to steady you. Letting yourself slump against him you close your eyes “You looked scared” you murmur against his chest, “I was, I didn't know how to get you out of here” snorting you take a peek at his face. “Thought you didn’t get scared” he manages a smile, your jabs at his ego just confirming you will be okay “Seems like you’ve ruined me”. You manage to grab at his collar to pull him down, lips meeting his with a sigh of relief. You can hear Seonghwa huff out a laugh before he retreats to join the others. Pulling away you smile when he chases you to connect your lips again. He doesn’t leave your space after breaking away “Do you know how long I dreamed of this happening? I am not letting you out of my sight again” finding his confession adorable you peck his lips once more for good measure.

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After that Spanish one with sanji we gotta get a version of her calling him Papi for the first time. It's used for endearment and sexual. Either or , though. Sanji is def papi sangoo 😫❤️

I agree 100%

Ft: Sanji, G/N!reader, brief smut at the end

Sanji being called “Papi”

You’re killing him, y’know?

He blushes so bad everytime you call him this

Loves it though so, please, continue

Sanji had thought he had heard it all when it came to the little nicknames you had given him.

After countless times of his heart nearly giving out, and a few nosebleeds here and there, he finally felt confident in being able to take all the little pet names in stride.

That was, until, you went and messed it up with the introduction of a new epithet. (Which, of course, he wasn’t even mad about.)

It happened shortly after you came into the kitchen one day while he was prepping lunch for the crew.

“Darling!” He beamed, eyes quickly turning to hearts at the sight of you. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

You laughed softly at his antics before shaking your head. “No, it’s just that we’re coming up on an island and Nami wanted to know if you had anything in mind that you were gonna shop for. She’s giving out our allowances before we dock,” you said, coming up beside him and watching him work.

Sanji hummed as he thought over if there was anything he personally needed before shaking his head. “Nope, I think I’ll just end up getting some more food while we’re there. What about you?”

“I might buy a few things, but I’m not sure yet. Still, I’ll let her know. Thanks, Papi.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away, delighting in the dumbfounded look on his face. “Something wrong, mi amor?”

Sanji blinked out of his stupor before quickly shaking his head. “No, angel, not at all!”

“Oh, okay, just making sure.” Sanji probably would’ve believed your little innocent play under different circumstances, but the twinkle in your eye and the small grin playing at your lips was a dead give away.

You were going to be the death of him.

•NSFW•

You didn’t make it easier when it came to the bedroom, either.

Those times when you’d keen in his ear and whisper all sorts of things in Spanish drove him insane. It made the moment (and you) that much hotter and only spurred him on. And tonight was no exception.

The bed creaked underneath the weight of you two as you rocked your hips back and forth atop Sani’s. The sounds of your combined moans and pants echoed throughout the room as the headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall.

You keened, back arching slightly as you felt a particular bout of pleasure shoot up your spine. You leaned forward, whining in Sanji’s ear. “Te sientes muy bien, Papi. Tan jodidamente bien.”

Sanji groaned–there was that damn name again. He gripped your hips before planting his feet against the mattress and thrusted up into you rapidly, gut clenching as he heard the lovely moans spill from your lips.

“Fuck!–” A final moan escaped him as he spilled inside of you, hips stilling as he spent every drop and slowly came down from his high. You sighed blissfully, feeling his cum seep deep inside of you.

“You okay, Sanji?” You asked softly, running your hand down his heaving chest. He nodded, still a bit out of it. However, he was very aware of the fact that you hadn’t come, and quickly flipped the two of you over so that he was the one on top.

“Sorry, princess, hearing you talk like that..” He paused and dropped his head to press a loving kiss to your lips. “I couldn’t help myself. Lemme make it up to you, okay?” He shot you a dazed grin that made your heart flutter.

With a nod of your head and a matching grin adorning your face, he didn’t hesitate in picking up a new pace that brought you back to that delicious peak you had been so close to reaching earlier.

He’d make sure to drag out your pleasure as much as possible, if only to hear you call him that name again just once more.

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asherthehimbo · 6 months

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Always Black Cats And Bitter Coffee: Chapter 5 [part 2]

Chapter 5 [part 2] : Sanni

[Next -> CHAPTER 5: part 3 ]

warnings: Sanni, malnourishment, assult, bad legal talk, kidnapping, kinda? talks about previous assult/abuse, Minho being down bad, panick attacks, hospitals, mention comatose state, mentions of passing out, mentions of being drugged, a lot of other things I cant think of

word count: 2.6K

You don't remember much before waking up in Minho’s arms. You remember getting to work, you remember seeing familiar pink hair outside the cafe, you remember starting to panic, you remember bolting to the back of the cafe the moment Sani had reached for the door. As if she wanted to try and enter the cafe.

You don’t remember going home. You don’t remember getting into bed or changing your shirt. You don’t know why Minho is here, nor why you're using him as a pillow. You realize it's dark out when looking out the window and bolt upright in a panic, Minho doing the same. “Hey, woah, calm down.” he puts his hands on your shoulders, a way to try and keep you grounded.

“What happened? Why am I home? I- The cafe, I need to go and close. What are you doing here?” Questions flew out of you at warp speed, worry overtaking you. You could feel your throat burning, and you started coughing right after your words left your mouth. You brought your hand up to grab your neck only to feel bandages covering it. Minho quickly gave you a bottle of water. You didn't know where he got it from. “Calm down, breathe for me. You had a panic attack, and you fell asleep afterwards, Mei called me, and I was close, so I came to help you. Mei already closed the cafe, Star is in the living room, and everything is fine. I’m here because I didn't wanna leave you confused.”

You slowly nod your head at his words, taking everything in. You tried to speak again, only for your voice to come out scratchy. You drank some more water before pointing to your neck questioningly. “ Oh, uhm when I found you, you kept scratching your neck, it's not as bad as it looks, I just couldn't apply the bandages well since you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you with too much movement.” Minho supplied, you nodded your head.

That had happened before, back when you had regular panic attacks scratching your neck was normal. “Do you want to- Actually nevermind. What happened? I understand that you may not want to talk about it, but you really scared me and Mei, and If I’m gonna have to keep this a secret from the others I need to know the full story” Minho was right, you did need to talk about it, but hearing his words reminded you of something.

“Where are Seungmin and I.N ?” You asked worriedly. If they were here when Minho brought you home, you knew it wouldn't be long until this information would be relayed to Hong Joong, who would then tell Mingi and Yunho “I called in a favor with Felix, so they’re having a sleepover at my place, I guessed you wouldn't want them to worry about you” you breathed a sigh of relief at Minho’s words before starting to fiddle with the cap of the bottle of water in your hands. “And um.. My shirt?”

“When I got to you your shirt had been ripped up, you seemingly tore through it in an effort to get to your neck and chest, Mei said you had an extra one in your bag so after I put on your bandages I put it on.” Minho supplied before standing up, walking to your dresser before picking up some new bandages, and what looked like a salve. “I know you're tired, but I need to apply some of this and then re-apply the bandages correctly. Do you think you can tell me what happened while I do that?” His voice was so gentle, so caring, you didn’t think you could deny him.

You nodded your head before standing up to go sit on the chair by your dresser in front of him.``Umm it’s a bit long and triggering, so if there's something I mention that makes you uncomfortable, could you please tell me?” Minho’s heart broke at your words. You were worrying about him even though this was your story, even in your current state. “Ofcourse, could you take off your shirt? The bandages go around some of your collarbone as well” You complied, albeit a bit hesitant, “I um have some sca-” he interrupted your words, “I know, I found you without a shirt, remember? You don’t have to tell me about them if you don’t want to, although I am curious.”

“It’s kind of connected to the story, so I don’t mind telling you, it happened a while ago, so it’s not as triggering for me anymore, I kind of got over it, besides they’ve started to heal, you can only really see them up close, remember a month ago when Felix and Hyunjin freaked out when we had that measuring with Innie? I had thought it was because they saw my scars, but quickly brushed that off, cause they were too far away, and they started giggling, so I don’t think it's that. I trust you, though Minho, despite only having known you for a little over 2 months, so I don’t mind telling you.” You smiled up at him as if you were trying to comfort him despite you being the one affected by whatever happened.

He processed your words for a moment before remembering the moment you were talking about, when Felix and Hyunjin were being weird because they saw your scars, only they didn't see your scars, they saw your soulmark, and they didn't tell him. That added another conversation he needed to have to his list.

“I’m happy that you feel comfortable with me” was all Minho said before he slowly started unwrapping the bandages, because what else was he supposed to say? You took a deep breath before starting to talk.

“Only Seungmin, Innie, and Chan know about this here. Although they don’t know the full story, they know the jist of it. So when I was about 15, this girl came up to me and my friend, she was really sweet and I guess I developed a soft spot for her? I kind of saw her as a younger sister and then about two weeks into our friendship she comes up to me saying she’s my soulmate, she had the same tattoo as me and everything -’ Minho’s hands stopped their motion of unwrapping the bandages, You didn’t seem to notice, “-obviously I was excited, I mean my soulmate was someone I was close to, but something still felt off I guess? Like the feelings I had for her were nothing like what my friends, Nugget, and his soulmate had for each other, I’ve told you about them before, right?” Minho hums in agreement because yes, you have told him about your friend Nugget and his soulmate, Yuyu.

“So I talked to them about it, and they said that maybe it's just different for everyone, I mean she had the same soulmark and everything, so we brushed it off thinking it was just nervousness. So life went on, me and her dated for 5 years Minho, 5 years of my life I spent caring for her, loving her, and feeling guilty because I felt as If my love wasn't enough. I did love her, but I couldn't bring myself to love her as much as my friends described their love for their soulmates. Do you know how much that hurt me? Everyone talked as if they were in love, and I only talked as if I loved her, not as if I was in love with her. I don’t know if that even makes sense, but that's how I saw it. We broke up at the end of my first year at uni when I was still in Kq. It was a messy ordeal, but basically she had class with one of my friends, she dropped one of her books when walking out of class, my friend had picked it up, and wanted to give it back to her, but his boyfriend had stopped him, he was nosy and wanted to find out what it was I guess. One of the only times his curiosity might have been for the best. I still remember when they showed me the book. It was blue, almost the same shade as my hair, it looked so plain? On the outside, but opening, it is still something that haunts me to my core.” Minho felt you shiver under his fingers. He didn't know if it was because of the memory you were reliving or the salve he was applying to your scratch marks.

“The book was basically like a log of me, she had everything wrote down, my schedules, my friends, how much she hates said friends, her plans to get rid of my friends, everything was written down, but worst of all was, she admitted, in this stupid little journal she admitted she wasn't my soulmate, her tattoo was fake fake Minho, she faked everything, she had fake tattoo’s custom made when she was young, and got a real one as soon as she turned 18, she had special markers that she would use to color in the little heart based on my moods too, because that’s something my tattoo does, it tells me how my soulmate feels via colors, fuck she even based her mood on the color of my tattoo.” You were crying now, and Minho didn’t know what to do. He was so unbelievably angry and yet all he wanted to do was cradle you in his arms, he gently wrapped the last of the bandage around your neck, before squatting down so that he was looking up at you, eye’s soft, his had placed on your cheek and thumb wiping away your tears, you leaned into his touch.

“ I- I confronted her about it obviously, my friends wanted to come with me, told me she was dangerous and despite it being true I didn’t want to believe it. I mean it made sense yes, why our love always felt forced, felt wrong, but I still didn’t want to believe it, she was such a big part of my life, I didn’t want to believe someone who I loved, someone who I trusted, would do this to me. As you can guess, it didn't go so well, the scars I have, they- they” You had struggled to speak further.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, calm down, take a breath, you don’t need to tell me if it's too hard for you” Minho’s voice was calm and reassuring, “No I want to tell you, I need to tell you. I trust you” You took another deep breath before continuing. “Turns out she was much more dangerous than I thought, she had this thought that if she could make me look at her, look at out bond-” You spit the word out as if it was repulsive, as if it burned, as if it was the worst word in the korean vocabulary, and Minho couldn't help but agree.

“- that I would understand we were meant to be. The scars, they aren't self-inflicted despite the looks of it. She did it, she made sure to leave the mark unharmed, something about how now I had no choice but to look at the tattoo that had been the same as hers, and how now that I was scared nobody else would accept me. That now I was truly hers and how she’s been waiting years to do this. She waited years to scar my body just so that she could feed into her own delusions. Eventually, my friends had found me, about a week later, she had hid well. The thing is, I had already passed out due to lack of sustenance, blood loss, and the shock of it all. I was in a comatose state for about 2 weeks before I woke up. According to my friends, she had been arrested on the spot, but the police were having trouble keeping her because the only evidence they had, me, was unconscious. Eventually, after I gave a statement, they could keep her on second-degree assault since there was no intent on murder. Things had gotten rough after that. Everything reminded me of her. I had frequent panic attacks, I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, eventually, when I had passed out for the 4th time due to malnutrition, the school had consulted my parents and let me move schools. My parents aren't really around, so they don't know everything that happened either. Things had started to get better, but about 4 months ago I got a call from the officer that was handling my case, They let Sanni, the girl, go because the prison was overcrowded and she had good behavior, I started panicking a bit when hearing that, but foolishly felt safe enough because I was in a new school, I kept to myself, and I have a fucking restraining order against her. Guess that doesn't mean shit, because today that pink haired bitch showed up to the cafe, I guess it just sent me back, I’m sorry for worrying you”

Minho had taken a moment to process your words before he just leaned forward, wrapped his arms around your waist and hugging you as tight as he could, his cheek placed right on the tattoo you two shared, was he crying? Yes, but you didn’t need to know that. You looked down in surprise before placing your hand in his hair. “Don't ever apologize for making me worry, worrying about you is a conscious decision I made, and it's something I plan on doing a lot more after what you've just told me because holy shit [Name], the fact that your still standing is something I'm so glad about. I am so sorry that you had to go through that and that the police are too incompetent to realize she should be locked up for life.” Minho looked up at you, eye’s glossy and tear tracks on his cheeks matching your own. “From now on I’ll protect you, okay? From now on you come to me if anything happens” He smiled up at you, a loving smile, as if he was looking at the most precious thing in the world, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel things.

“Why do you care so much?” you asked, only after realizing that it may have come off as rude, but the question was based on nothing but pure curiosity. “{Name], I care because-” This was his chance, his chance to tell you that he was yours, that he was the one you shared a bond with. “- I care because I’m your friend” you smiled down at him. “I think you’re bumped up to my best friend now” you chuckled, “Would your Nugget be okay with that?” Minho responded back to try and lighten the mood. “He’s just going to have to deal with it.” You responded, “Now come on, all this crying made me hungry” You stood up after Minho released you, putting on your shirt before walking out of the room, motioning for him to follow.

He could have told you, could have become yours, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. You needed a friend right now. You didn’t need a soulmate to add to this mess, so for now, he would be your friend. If you were happy, he was content with staying here. Protecting you from far away.

But with the realization that Sanni saw him and knows where you work, he thinks it will be much harder than he expected. He whips out his phone sending a message in the gc he has with the two idiots, before putting the device back in his pocket and walking out of your room, following the sound of your voice cooing at Star.

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note: Okay, so the legal talk in this is bad, but we move on. Please tell me what you all think of the story so far! also tell me what u think of Sanni😈 cause we are going to be seeing a lot more of here after this. Also, just a reminder, the way Blue handles trauma in this smau is not a reflection of the only way to deal with a trauma. Everyone has their own methods

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Kinktober 2022: October 24

Day 24: Oviposition // Edgeplay // Ass Worship

Ezra x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Alien changes, nesting, vaginal sex, egg deposition, breeding, forced breeding, non-conish territory

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There is something different about Ezra since his experience on the Green. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. Not the lack of a dominant hand, you could understand that. No, it was something else, something that had him acting strangely and being secretive. You’ve noticed the wrappers from the bits bars he always complained about scattered in random locations. As if he were eating them in addition to the generous portions that you have been providing him.

Ezra has always been a bit of a free spirit, prone to going wherever his fancy takes him or doing whatever he has taken an interest in. Opportunistic, that was the word that was once used to describe him and you couldn’t think of a better word.

Still, he had come back to you. Tired and beaten down, sleeping for days without even waking up to use the bathroom or drink water. Almost as if he had fallen into a state of hibernation. The girl who had deposited him on your doorstep quickly making her goodbyes and disappearing into the crowds that constantly seem to mill around the Pug. Leaving you wondering where Ezra had found such a young girl and why she was alone.

When he had woken up, he had no answers for you. Simply telling you that Kevva cursed the Green and he had paid for his greed. Keeping himself oddly aloof and skittish.

Ezra was a man who lived without comfort so often he was greedy for it. Luxuriating in the freedom of no clothes and clean sheets, soaking for hours in the recycled water that would fill the tub instead of using sani-wipes to try to maintain some semblance of hygiene. He would fuck you for days, making you feel like a newborn colt walking around on unstead legs by the time he let you free from his tight grasp.

He was doing none of those things. He hadn’t touched you since he had come back, just kept himself locked away mentally but even physically. There were none of the casual touches and he seemed to be struggling. You thought it might be because of his missing limb, but it didn’t seem like it was all of the issue.

You sigh, picking up the wrappers and wonder if he was responding to whatever happened that caused him to lose his arm. He had been woefully underweight when he had arrived, although he was starting to put some back on, the curve of his stomach slightly protruding and you were happy to see it.

The door to the bedroom is closed, a grunt and a muttered curse drifts to your ears from behind it. He’s awake at least. The average hours of sleep were about fifteen right now from what you could tell. You wonder what he does in there, feeling like you are intruding when you knock on the door and check on him. Since things are so off balanced right now, you have taken to sleeping in the main space, giving him the privacy of the bedroom to work through whatever is going on.

It’s lonely, honestly lonelier now than when Ezra is gone. Because you know what would normally happen while he is here, the conversation, the orgasms. Still, you don’t begrudge him the time he needs, knowing it would be heartless of you.

Shoving the papers in the waste bin, you hear your name. Called out as if he was in agony and you’re relieved and apprehensive as you rush over to the door and let yourself in.

It’s dark, the bedroom is pitch blank and slightly stale with sweat, uncirculated air and something that is almost sickly sweet. You can’t quite determine what it is but it’s pungent. Your nose wrinkles but you are too busy searching him out, trying to find where he is in the low light spilling from the doorway.

He moans your name again, making you turn towards the corner of the room that is on the other side of the bed, his body a mere shadow, but you still move forward. It’s Ezra.

“Jewel, I n-need you.” His voice is raspy, rough and rusty from either screaming into the void too much or not speaking enough. Ezra was a man who exercised his vocal cords almost constantly so the change had to be intense. “Kevva forgive me.”

It makes you frown, unsure of why Kevva’s name would be evoked, as if it was some curse he was fighting. Still, you don’t care, Ezra needs you and you will give him whatever he needs. “Tell me what you need.” You urge him, stepping closer and squinting slightly when you see him.

He’s sweaty, his face slightly drawn and his eyes conflicted - dark as they rake over your body in a move that makes you shiver. “Strip down.” He groans, chest heaving and you see the outside of his hard cock beneath the threadbare sweats he is wearing. The damp patch on the front tells you that he’s either already cum or has leaked enough precum to soak through.

Shivering, you start to comply. Ezra is forceful at the best of times, but he hasn’t touched you. Something about the entire situation speaking of him restraining himself. Which is odd for a man who never restrains himself anything, especially touching you.

You pull your shirt over your head and drop it onto the floor, hearing him groan as you start to push your pants down. His own clothes start to come off, slightly more uncoordinated than your own but he still manages to strip down.

You notice that his stomach is rounder than it normally is. Making you wonder how many of those bits bars that he has been sneaking, it looks like a small pregnant belly. His cock is nearly purple, the head flushed and there is already a thin line of precum dribbling down the length of him. You wonder how long he’s been in this state when he knows that you would very readily take care of his problem.

“On your knees.” He growls, motioning to the bed in the dark room, the thin stream of light from the door making a patch on the sheets. They are crumpled together, built up like he has used every spare blanket you own and there’s even a shirt or two mixed in. It makes you frown, but you assume that he’s been cold, that even though he had been pushing you away that he missed you. A thousand different reasons why the large pile of blankets and clothes were bundled up in your bed runs through your thoughts as you kneel down rocking forward on your hands and giving Ezra a perfect view of your accommodating sex.

The low groan sounds like Ezra, with a papery rasp, desperation seemingly seeming into the very air around you. Feeling the tension mounting while you wait for him to move. Looking over your shoulder, it’s like Ezra is in some internal struggle with himself. You can only assume it’s because he is grappling with the loss of his arm.

“It’s okay.” You coo, rocking back slightly, trying to entice him. “I want to help you, make you feel good.”

He shudders, something like a low whine rumbling out of his chest and making that small rounded belly jiggle. Giving in to the need that is coursing through his veins and you swear for just a moment that his eyes turn pitch black.

His touch is greedy. Even with one hand to use, Ezra is everywhere. Using his teeth, lips and tongue to caress your body while he is having to wrap his hand around his cock.

This is the Ezra you are used to. The one that is so desperate to have you that he presses in before you are ready, the pinch and burn of the stretch making you moan. His own groan loud enough to cover it, to make your already tight cunt spasm at the dark, dirty sound. He always sounds so filthy.

“Kevva.” He croaks out, his hips firmly pressed against your ass and his grip bruising on your hip as if he meant to keep you in place. “So hot, perfect- perfect little cavern for me to fill.”

Your head drops between your shoulder blades, waiting for him to move. Knowing that now that the barrier has been broken between you, that you will have your Ezra back.

Behind you, his teeth clenched together, he’s lost the battle. His eyes narrowed at the hot clutch of your cunt, the warmth and wetness of your cervix, waiting for him to breach it. It’s perfect for his needs.

Sex with Ezra is often rough, the sharp slap of his hips accompanies the piercing punch of his cock into you. Striking gold when he finds the perfect angle and honing in on it like the only thing that matters in life is how hard your body trembles and bucks for him.

Teeth, hands, anything that can be used to bring you higher is utilized. His mouth pours filth into your ear and his hands would roam and grip, pinch and slap various areas for the pure pleasure of hearing you moan, feeling you grip him tight.

This time, it’s nearly feral. You can’t even breath between the fast, harsh thrusts that nearly push you up the bed. His hand moved to your shoulder, keeping you more firmly anchored to him while he drills into you over and over. The tip of his cock caving in your cervix and every time there is a slight pressure unlike you’ve felt before.

“Go-gonna fill you up.” He hisses, making you shudder from how deep his fingers dig into the meat of your shoulder. How firmly his thighs smack against the back of yours. His legs are on the outside of yours, framing them and with every thrust he’s leaning a bit farther over. Pushing you down into the bed and covering you. “Make sure they are nice and deep.”

You don’t know what that means but all you can do is moan, fingers twisted in the sheets while you drop down to the bed, pressing your cheek against the material while he hammers into you. Lashes fluttering every time he rocks into you, grunts and mewls are the only sounds you can make when he swings his hips.

Normally he would be rubbing your clit with one hand, pushing you towards your orgasm faster. He always likes to pull as many of them out of you as he can until you are insensible. With the loss of his arm, his cock seemingly is making up the difference. He seems to be deeper, pushing into your very womb as he strikes against your g-spot again and again.

The rhythm gets to you, the steadily increasing pace making your legs shake under you, signaling that you are about to come apart. His own grunts and groans get louder when he feels how your walls flutter wildly, ready to lock down around him. “Good girl, open up for me.” He growls, rocking his hips harder. “Let me in, I’ll fill you up, pump you full.”

It’s filthy and it makes you whimper. His cock seemingly pushing deeper with every thrust. “Cum for me, cum for me and I’ll do it. I’ll pump my fertile seed into your warm womb.”

You can’t think about his words, the next thrust of his hips makes you shatter. Too busy crying out his name while your body goes rigid. Your cunt spasms, soaking his length and the groan from Ezra is loud, almost euphoric. It feels so good that you don’t notice the slightly pinch, the pressure as the head of his cock pushes through the small opening in your cervix, latching to it.

Ezra hisses, driving his hips forward and burying himself into your womb. Sweat rolling down his face and chest while he rocks his hips, grinding himself deeper while the flared tip inside you unfurls and opens wider, his slightly rounded belly shaking while he starts to cum.

It’s similar to before, the hot splash of his seed coating your walls, but it’s accompanied by a new sensation. A tiny wave of little plops that makes your tummy twist, still weighed down by your pleasure. You don’t understand why he’s still rocking his hips, still groaning when you relax, used to Ezra quickly following you when he does cum and being done with a few thrusts of his hips.

This time, he cums forever. Your eyes widen slightly when you feel the weight of his seed inside you. Seemingly making your stomach stretch. “Ez-”

“Take it.” He snarls, his grip tight on your shoulder and you can barely twist your head to look behind you. “Take every one, oh Kevva, take my clutch. Keep them safe.”

Gasping, you feel it, the small spurts of something other than cum filling you up. Every second it seems like he is pumping you full of whatever he has inside him. Your arms slide under your body and you gasp, your stomach distending. Clutch- clutch, oh shit, is he talking about…eggs?

He is deeper than normal, you feel that now, squirming when you realize that the man who had come back from the Green is pumping more than cum into your body. The widened head of his cock is latched to your womb and filling you with his eggs.

Whimpering, you feel one last spurt, swearing you feel the orb slip into your body and you have the sloshing sensation in your uterus, almost as if you had too much cum inside you. Except it’s not cum. You turn around, jaw dropping when you realize that Ezra’s stomach is flat, no longer rounded like it had been when you came into your room.

“Ezra….” You feel his cock pull out, first from the depths of your womb and then out of your cunt. It makes you wince and Ezra groans, letting go of your shoulder and caresses your spine before he urges you to your side so he can lay behind you.

“You did good, I feel- I feel better.” He gasps out. “We’ll see how many take, Gem. Kevva- we’ll see how many bear fruit.”

You bite your lip, unsure of what the hell is happening. The only thing you know is that your Ezra is not the Ezra that came back from the Green.

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Learning to Catch at the End of Everything - Chapter 15 (The Relearning Process)

Gabbro wraps Sanidine in a hug right back. It’s tempting to feel like they can shield each other, after how gentle the last loop felt. Like they could maybe throw themself in front of the supernova and actually protect the other astronaut, or at least block out the light for a minute. “Same to you, Sani. I was a little afraid the meditation attempts just put me to sleep. Didn’t want to ask until you got here, so you could focus on flying. And eating. You did eat again, didn’t you?” “Er.” Sanidine’s face flushes purple. They don’t look Gabbro in the eye as they step back, wringing their hands. They already know Gabbro is going to worry, and above that, that Gabbro is going to use this as an excuse to poke fun into the next loop. “I forgot.” “You forgot.” Gabbro says, flatly. “It’s not like I’m hungry when I wake up.” Sanidine’s ears are feeling warm now, from the way Gabbro is looking at them, like suddenly they aren’t entirely sure Sanidine can be trusted to fly here without the reminder. “And you know I’m always in a hurry to get here, and you’d complain if I took my time.”

#outer wilds #outer wilds spoilers #time buddies #hal #hatchling #hornfels #slate #gossan #sanidine #gabbro #outer wilds fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #learning to catch #tephra

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Thanks for tagging me @bl-sims-anime (I am sure I had another tag from you somewhere, but tumblr refuses to let me find it..)

Although not new, this is a character we can get to know a little, although he might answer as his teenage self, even if the screenshot is of the toddler self.

Hi there, my name is Liam Ward

Are you named after anyone? I think I was named after a movie my parents saw, and they simply liked the name of the guy playing one of the main character.

When was the last time you cried? Probably the last time someone came with a pet they didn’t want that we had to put down. You would think I get used to it, but it just always hits hard.

Do you have any kids? No, I am not quite there yet in my life!

Do you use sarcasm? According to my mom, frequently, I take after my dad he says. Both with humor, and the sarcasm which sometimes I think is a bit much for him to handle.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? The way they treat others, and well how they act with animals if they are close to one.

What’s your eye color? Sundragon yellow I think?

Scary movies or happy endings? Both, it depends on the mood, and what grabs my fancy. I mean why choose when you can have both?

Any special talents? I’m pretty good with animals, and I can like my mom sing, but not sure its very spesical? I also make pretty good coffee if that counts?

Where were you born? Henford

What are your hobbies? I’m a silly person, I like baking both for work and as kind of a hobby. I also like to play my guitar and sing, specially with mom, grampa Chris or grampa Hayden.

Have any pets? I have a little dog called Teddy, I try very hard to head my dads words of not taking in every stray.

What sports do you play/have played? I tried my hand at Volleyball and soccer, but nah, I am not a big sports person. I go horseback riding and do dressage and jumping though if that counts?

How tall are you? Uhm...I guess I should get myself measured when I am done growing?

Favorite subject in school? History, I think its from uncle Devan and Uncle Em that I have the interrest from. They both keep telling me to learn from the past is important, so we don’t repeat our mistakes.

Dream Job? My own Cafe and Coffee shop, where I can have pets as well so they perhaps can find their forever home?

I will tag @dandylion240 @mahvaladara @satureja13 @rebouks @lazysunjade @sani-sims and anyone that just feels like it, go for it?

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san-cb · 10 months

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Chan bites his lip nervously as he knocks on Sanie's door, a bag of goodies in hand as his other one retracts to his pocket once more. He had made sure to send out a nice breakfast for the boy's birthday the day before, had left him a long congratulatory text and even stopped by for a bit after work, not wanting to disturb his family time but still wanting to see him on his special day. But it's just now, really, that the nervousness settles. Is it too much? He surely hopes not. He hopes he loves it, really.

They've known each other for years, haven't them? Chan, better than anyone, knows all the ups and lows Sanie has been through. So it's not bad, is it? Wanting to give him more.

He doesn't have much time to worry, though, as San opens the door soon after, smile on his face as he rushes the wolf inside, having waited for him all afternoon. He's sure the other knows something's up. After all, Chan usually sends out someone to deliver food, not often doing it himself as his schedule has been busier than usual.

"Don't get too comfortable, grab your shoes." The blonde smiles at Sanie's confused stare, simply rushing him off the couch as he checks the time, "We need to get somewhere before the sun's gone, c'mon chicky."

The wolf manages to play off his nerves well as his chicky questions him, where are they going? Are they eating there? Why not stay home? Are they going back to the studio? It's not until Chan drives into a garage and parks that San hums in thought, questions ceasing for the time being as his brain tries to figure out what's going on.

The building is huge, the garden they walk through to get inside telling of just how expensive it must be.

"C'mon, don't get lost. Need to remember the way."

With an arm wrapped around Sanie's shoulders, Chan guides the boy to the elevator as he looks around curiously. It seems familiar, doesn't it? Chan hopes he doesn't figure it out too soon, instead catching back his attention as he speaks.

"I've been thinking. We're kinda far from each other, aren't we? It's becoming harder to find the time to meet up when we're both busy and one hell of a ride away, uh?" The wolf fills the silence, rambling about distance, apologizing for not showing up a lot, and sharing a piece of his mind as he walks them towards a door. The wolf chuckles when he takes out a key, the boy thinking he's finally put it all together, asking excitedly if he's moved closer before a shocked gasp is left out when the doors open.

They both walk inside, golden hour on its peak as the entire place showers in the prettiest glow Sanie's ever seen. Everything's neat, not a lot of furniture in place but enough to get by. He rushes towards the window, hammock hanging from the spot as some plants decorate the room.

"I didn't move, chicky... But you can, if you want." Chan walks over, handing over the key to the boy, and he smiles. "It's yours if you want it. I think it's time for a change, don't you? Start something new... Happy birthday, Sanie."

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Sanie was used to this routine, seeing Chan on his birthday night after work and if he didn’t, then he would get something delivered to his house and he always kept a bit of cash by the door for tipping the delivery person. What he wasn’t used to though was Chan stopping by while he was mid waffle and watching some tv to start his day. So of course he almost tackled the man in a hug and was buzzing with excitement for what could possibly be planned when he heard the fact that they had somewhere to go.

Immediately San thought they were going to the studio to sit and listen to music together while he does art or naps and just spend time together as they used to. It wasn’t until they pulled into an unfamiliar parking garage that he felt this nervous and extra excited knot in his stomach, where we’re they?? What did he plan?? It’s been a long time since anything has been a true secret between them.

As they entered the rather large building, Sanie can feel the nervous energy that the wolf has, he knows him well and had learned all his subtle body languages for what he’s thinking and it’s clear, this was important to Chan…Something about this building felt like he had seen it before but he definitely doesn’t remember ever being here-

“We are yeah, it’s been a while since we have just been able to pop in on each other…” he missed seeing Chan practically every minute of each day but he knew the wolf gets pretty busy so he doesn’t expect as much attention and is fine with what they can do, the walk down the hall is peaceful, comfortable but with the looming anxious energy, but not a bad anxious, excited in a way.

When that door opened, it clicked, this is the place he has had bookmarked for almost a year now, and he thought Chan had moved in and he was so ready to just take the place over and camp out at Chan’s new place. Wait?…..it’s HIS? Every good emotion washed over him at once had Chan handed him they key and his honestly got a little foggy as he hugged the wolf tightly “of course I want it…but you better help me move in” he giggles as the thought before he pulls away to look at Chan “Thank you ChanChan, I love it, really, and I can see your studio from here kinda so I’ll be keeping an eye out for your lights in there! Again, thank you, I love you” the golden light hit them as happiness practically beamed from Sanie, this was such an amazing gift and he couldn’t imagine a better person to share this moment with and one of the best surprises he’s ever gotten..

@moonlightchn 💙

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teez-the-time · 5 months

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Choi San, Wolf Warrior: PREVIEW

Pairing: Warrior! San x Chief's daughter! Fem! Reader

Genre: fantasy, action, romance, angst

Wc: 7.8k

A/N. Hello hello!!! I humbly present this preview of the first ever fanfic I post here 🤭 while I don't promise it to be my best work, you can message me or leave a comment if you want to be added to the taglist for when it drops.

Your tribe had a sacred tradition.

The first hunt is the most sacred; dedicated to whom you thank your life for.

The best hunt is the most important; dedicated to whom you’d die for.

That is why you couldn’t help but tremble while looking at San down below.

Even if he had clearly announced his decision to embark on the journey no more than a couple of months ago, nothing could have prepared your heart.

He was Choi San, the Wolf Warrior.

“Choi San”, his voice boomed through the whole village, “why are you here today?”

To you, San didn’t look intimidated one bit. “I’ve returned to fulfill my promise made sixty-two days ago, in this very place.”

He had promised to marry you ten years ago, at age twelve.

But your father didn’t find it that endearing. “An oath like that can’t be made by anyone. Are you sure you will be able to keep it?”.

San didn’t fall for the taunting. “Absolutely, sir.”

“Are you really sure? Do you even know the consequences?”

Everyone knew them, even more San. “Yes, sir. I know them.”

“Are you willing to go through them then? Even if it means your death?”

With that, San let out a grin. “Especially if it means my death…sir.”

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Bad Day

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Fluff

CW: None.

Word Count: 2626

Prompts: 1) "I love you, I hope you know that."

10) "Please don’t go."

46) "You bring out the good in me."

Song: Scars - Stray Kids

Summary: A tough day at work results in a rather grumpy San. When all feels hopeless for him there you are to help pick him up.

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You were casually lounging around San’s apartment as you waited for him to come home form work, you were thankful for the spare key he gave you since it allowed you to surprise him like this from time to time. As far as he was aware you were at home, so you were excited to see the look on his face when he came home to see you there. You started to grow impatient, fidgeting in your seat as you watched the clock waiting for him to turn up any minute now, it was already 11pm, he was never usually this late. You were starting to get a little worried, that was until you could hear the light jingle of keys outside, signalling his arrival home. You quickly ran to turn off the light before hiding behind the couch ready to jump out at him as soon as he walked in.

The door shut lightly followed by a heavy sigh and the sound of his shoes getting thrown carelessly to one side before he stepped into the living room, flicking on the light. “RA!” You lightly yelled jumping out from your hiding spot. You’ll never get tired of seeing San’s startled expression, he was so cute with the way his eyes would go wide and mouth hang open in a silent scream as he clutches his chest feeling like he was going to have a heart attack. “Fuck.” He pants trying to catch his breath as he looks over to you still with a hand on his chest. “Y/n, what are you doing here I thought you were at home?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” You giggle running up to him draping your arms around his neck. “Remind me to take that key off you.” He joked lightly giving you a small peck on the lips. You feign offense as you let go of him walking away. “Okay well I guess I’ll go then, seeing as my presence isn’t wanted.” You quip turning your back hiding a smile. San’s arm snaked it’s way around your waist pulling you back into him, holding you close to his chest scared you’d actually walk away. “Please don’t go.” His voice was so soft and he sounded a little upset, your heart broke you didn’t mean to upset him, it was a joke. “I’m not going anywhere.” You coo, holding his face in your hands. Something didn’t seem right to you, San wasn’t his usual happy self, you knew he was happy to see you but his face didn’t show it. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He didn’t reply straight away, he simply buried his face in the crook of your neck, you knew not to pry him, he’d tell you when he was ready, so for now you let him do what he needed to. San took a few deep breaths, inhaling your scent that comforted him better than anything else while you lightly ran your fingers through his dark hair. “Just a bad day.” He mumbled against your skin, hugging you a little tighter as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on enough.

Lucky for you, you were well prepared for days like this, you’d seen him after a bad day at work before and knew exactly how to help him. You pull back slightly to look at him, despite his grip on you getting tighter with every muscle you moved. “Sani, look at me.” You said lightly, lifting his head by his cheek so his eyes could meet yours. “How about this, go have a quick shower while I fix up some food and you can tell me all about it, or if you don’t want to talk about it we can cuddle and watch a movie of your choice.” Your heart melted as soon as you saw San’s small smile at the suggestion. He gave a light nod before slowly letting you go, you could tell he didn’t want to leave you, he could have stayed standing there with you in his arms all night, but he knew he had to let go at some point.

“You’re too good to me.” He whispers leaning down to press his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet and slow, San could practically feel his stress melt off him and it was all thanks to you being in the right place at the right time. He reluctantly let go of you as you shooed him off towards the bathroom. “No go wash up, you stink.” You giggled pushing him towards the door. He knew you were joking but he couldn’t help but act insulted, shooting you a disgusted look. “Baby if you can’t handle me when I’m smelly then I guess you don’t deserve me when I’m fresh.” He joked, smiling as soon as he heard you laugh. “Do you want food or not?” It was as if you’d threatened him, you’d never seen him move so fast, the moment the word food left your lips he’d disappeared from in front of you and the bathroom door quickly shut behind him.

The scent of San’s favourite foods filled the air in the kitchen. You weren’t sure what to make him so you made do with what he had, compiling a little bit of everything he loved, and you thanked the stars that you decided to pick him up a new tub of mint choc ice cream on your way over, if the meal didn’t lighten his spirits the ice cream surely would. You were lost in your thoughts working away at the stove when you felt a pair of arms wrap their way around your waist. “Smells great.” San complimented as he rested his forehead on your shoulder, his slightly wet hair dripping onto your shirt. You didn’t care that he was still a little damp, you tilted your head to the side resting your cheek on his head as you drew small shapes on his arm. “Did you enjoy your shower?”

“It was relaxing.” San nodded lightly against your shoulder as you smiled at him. "I love you, I hope you know that." Your heart swelled at his words, you knew he loved you but it was something in the way he said it and the overall atmosphere just made it feel like the first time all over again. “I love you too Sani.” You reply softly giving him a peck on the head. “Now go on and find something to watch, I’m almost done.” San gave you another squeeze kissing your cheek so hard your face smushed a bit before going off back to the living room. San looked so small wrapped in his blanket as he scrolled endlessly through Netflix only to give up as soon as you walked in, freeing up a space next to him for you.

You were both quiet while you ate, San was too busy eating as fast as he could to talk, it was like he hadn’t eaten in weeks with the way he was shovelling mouthful after mouthful into his mouth. “Sani slow down you’ll choke.” You giggle watching how his cheeks puffed up from how full they were. “So good.” He squeaked through his mouthful of food. You were glad he was enjoying your cooking but he really needed to slow down, you didn’t really feel like saving him from choking today. San was determined to at least do the dishes but you weren’t going down without a fight. “San, you need to rest up the dishes aren’t a big deal I’ll do them.” But before you could even stand up your dish was ripped from your grasp. “It’s the least I can do, you’ve done everything for me tonight and more so I at least want to do the dishes for you.” And there it was, that pout that had you melting every time, how could you tell him no when his eyes were the size of saucers and his bottom lip jutted out at you. You simply smile and give a small nod to him and watched as his smile returned as he trotted off to the kitchen to wash up.

While he was gone you decided to throw on some chill music since he clearly couldn’t find anything to watch and when he came back you greeted him with open arms as he fell into your embrace, wrapping the blanket around the both of you. A long sigh left him and it stirred you a little, it wasn’t his normal sign of contentment, work was still bugging him you could tell. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask twirling his hair through your fingers. “It’s just the comeback, I know I’ve still got a few months to get everything right but...” He let out another sigh before burying his head in your chest again. “I just can’t seem to get the choreography right, I’m either missing steps, missing beats or doing something else wrong.” You could tell by the tone of his voice how upset he was getting over it and you understood his frustrations, he was a perfectionist in what he did and he wasn’t happy until he had everything exactly right. You ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly as you kept your eyes on him. “Sani, I know you’re upset with it but hey you’ll get there, the others will help if you let them, you’ve got this I know you do and you never fail to surprise everyone.” His arms tighten around you as he hides his face even more. “Today was the worst so far, I feel like I’ve really pissed the guys off with how bad I did. I’m holding us all back.” That was the last straw for you, you could deal with him being down over a bad day but for him to say that about himself, you weren’t having it.

You sat up fully bringing him with you, much to his dismay. “San look at me.” Your voice was stern but still kept a level of comfort. He lifted his head for his eyes to meet yours a small frown on his face from being ripped away from your warmth. “Don’t you ever say that again okay?” You cup his face squishing him slightly as you did so, so his face looked a little like a fish. “You never hold anyone back, none of you do, you’re a team and yes you have bad days but don’t you always overcome them?” His eyes moved away from yours knowing you were right, you always were and sometimes he hated to admit it. “You’ve been pushing yourself too much lately because you feel like this, just take a little step back, relax and take it all a little bit at a time. Today was a bad day but not all of them will be the same.” You released the pressure you had on his cheeks to run small circles on them with your thumb noticing how it soothed him. “I guess you’re right.” He mumbled so quietly you could just about hear him, and that was the way he intended it to be. “I’m always right.” You laugh watching him raise an eyebrow at you.

“But what if this time is different, what if I really can’t do it.” You bop his forehead lightly scolding him for doubting himself again. “Choi San!” His eyes widened, you used his full name, oh shit. “You can and you will do it, the guys and I will be with you every step of the way, you’re not on your own in this and I’m sure as hell the others get days like this too, I guess its just part of the job, but every comeback you give your fans your all and I’m telling you, you’ve never disappointed them, not once, their proud to be your fans just like I’m proud to call you my boyfriend.” San was starting to well up as you spoke, your words really hit home to him and they were exactly what he needed to hear right now. “No come on.” You start, lifting him up to sit straight as you brushed away the tears that were threatening to fall. “Get out of that negative mindset of yours, you’ve got this, I believe in you.” The sheer love in San’s eyes when he looked at you was otherworldly, he looked at you like you were a damn Goddess, he’ll always wonder what he did to deserve someone like you in his life. He nodded at you taking a deep breath calming down his floods of emotions, internally repeating to himself to get his shit together.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, the difference from when he first got home up to now was like a complete 180, he didn’t look so tense or frustrated anymore, he was back to his normal self, just a little tired. San pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you pulling you as close as he possibly could before pressing the softest kiss to your lips, no words were needed for him to express how much he loved you, the kiss did all the talking but he was going to tell you anyway. “Y/n, I love you so much, you don’t even understand, if it wasn’t for you I’d have just stirred awake all night thinking I was letting everyone down. You’re my main reason to keep going as best I can, you bring out the good in me." Now it was your turn to start welling up, you never knew you meant THAT much to him and the way he looked you in the eye and how sincere he was you knew he meant every word with his whole being. “Hey, hey, you can’t start crying now.” He laughs cradling you in his arms as you bury your face in his chest.

You both sat silent for a little while, enjoying the comfort of each others embrace and the way he slightly rocked you from side to side. “Y/n” San whispered down to you as you hum in response. “Can you stay here with me tonight?” You could think of nothing better to do, you wanted to be with San all the time so of course you agreed to stay with him. His face lit up as you nodded, you both knew you needed to go to bed seeing how late it was and with San having another early start to the day tomorrow but right now that could wait, just a little longer with you in his arms like this is all he asked. “Shit I forgot.” You mumble against him but making no effort to move. He tilted his head questioningly at you wondering what you were talking about. “I bought you ice cream earlier since I knew you were out and while I was cooking I thought it would have been a nice surprise for you, but I forgot.” San couldn’t hide his amused chuckles, you treated forgetting the ice cream like it ruined the night. “Thank you baby, you didn’t have to get me ice cream, well, you didn’t need to do any of this.” He chuckles against you. “But thank you, how about we have it together tomorrow?” You nod still pouting a little but you’ll get over it. San swore that day to never leave your side, bad days and good days you’ll have them together, you’ll be there to pick him up when he’s down and he’ll be there to do exactly the same for you. It was safe to say this was the best stress relief he could ever have asked for and it was all thanks to you.

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awriterintorment · 1 year

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New beginnings part 5

That night was a grim one Charlie couldn’t eat she refused to really dinner was silent everything was silent and she hated it. She couldn’t sleep at all at night, she couldn’t read, she couldn’t think. So she practiced she practiced her magic till she couldn’t she swung her sword until her arms hurt eventually she just went to her brother sitting beside his bed not wanting to wake him. Finally her thoughts began to work but she really wished they didn’t, they began to think of the horrible scenarios of her Father dying or getting injured every bad emotion that had failed to come at the bad news began to rush forward and for the first time since she got to this new world she cried, she cried and she cried until all she could do is hiccup and shake as her tears had dried up. It was a cloudy day that day when her Father had packed his things to leave and a cart full of other men, Zen included her Father first hugged his wife goodbye kissing her head, “I’ll come back Evelyn don’t worry” he said in a quite voice gently squeezing her hand before turning to kneel down in front of Eric and herself, “Now you two, don’t get up into any trouble while I’m gone ok? Promise me you’ll take care of each other alright?” Eric nodded solemnly but Charlie just threw herself into his arms, “Don’t go! You’ll get hurt! You’ll have to do bad things, you could die!” She felt herself begin to cry again as her father patted her back, “I’ll try not to die ok? Sweetie please try and keep being the ball of curiosity you are, never stop looking for answers” he pushed her back to look her in the eyes as she nodded tearfully, “Try not to kill too many people ok?” Her father smiled before patting her head standing up, “Goodbye everyone please stay safe, I love you!” Her mother had to pull her back to keep Charlie from chasing after the cart as Eric stood there a odd expression on his face. After their Father, Sani began to train them harder and more restlessly she was much more critical and Eric was becoming more ruthless in sparring he also began to drift apart, from his friends Mini and Timothy, from herself and Mom he’d go out for hours on end coming back far past dinner covered in cuts, blood, and bruises. Sometimes she’d catch him sneaking in other times she’d catch him trying to bandage himself up she learned to stop questioning him, she’d never get answers but now he’d come to her to bandage him up. She’d talk to him about her day trying not to sound like she was bragging hoping to get some response from him any response really, all he’d give her when she was done healing, cleaning and bandaging him up he’d ask her not to tell Mom, for some reason she obeyed she didn’t tell Mom instead she took on the job as the ‘man’ of the house, cooking breakfast, farming, and expenses. She’d study late into the night, sleep was evading her more and more lately and anytime she could sleep she would be plagued with nightmare after nightmare, when she worked she would have the radio on the station that told her about the war and it’s battles. Her mother was trying her best to try and keep the family together but that smile it never quite met the eyes it was always a sad kind of smile, Charlie tried spending time with her Mother at night but with the farm, chores, expenses, training and everything else it always drained her social battery so she’d just sit there next to her Mother in silence. Things only got worse from there Mini’s home got hit with lighting and set a blaze her parents lost the house and had to move, Mini tried to see Eric for the last time but he wasn’t there he wasn’t there when the cart rolled away. He wasn’t there when it disappeared over the hill, Eric wasn’t there when Mother got drunk and had a crying emotional fit. Eric was hardly home anymore when he’d come back he refused to speak to her anymore just sit there on her bed and expect her to bandage him up.

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San pulled his hat down to slightly cover his eyes, hoping his disguise worked but he secretly knows it won’t, Chan can tell him coming from a mile away. This delivery was special, making his way all the way up to the cabin to surprise his best friend. Knock knock “Delivery!!” He had spent all last night prepping a meal for them to eat together, figuring Chan would like a nice home cooked meal, so here he was with a baking dish and some shopping bags of additives and toppings. “Surprise!!! Did I fool you~?” Even though his hands were full he still rushed to hug the man, smiling happily before making his way in “I wanted to make you something this year instead of buying a gift! Soooooo, I was taking some small cooking classes to prep for this and baam!! A lasagna!! I didn’t bake it at home because I was worried it would get cold and be gross so I need to kidnap your oven~” once he made his was fully in and to the kitchen he called Chan over “Hurry~ we still have movies to watch!”

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@san-cb

The wolves rush curiously towards the window at the sound of a car approaching, Seungmin counting heads confusedly as Chan makes his way out of the kitchen, ready to get the door. No one's expecting anyone, the tradition being only them at the cabin for the past few years.

"Sanie? What are you doing here?" He's not upset, nor mad, but rather surprised in deed. The boy walks in excitedly, greeting Chan as always, as if he had forgotten the rest of the pack was there too, only to run into Felix and Minho at the kitchen once he gets there, the first hurrying to grab the food from Sanie.

"Oh my God, lasagna!"

#chan talker #Chan's Christmas #sanie 🐣 baby

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sprinklesofktrash · 2 years

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Business Partners -n.jaemin

Pairing: CEO! Jaemin x fem reader

Warnings: Bratty reader, rude Jaemin, language, mentions of cheating, sex, fingering, receiving head, giving head, moaning, hardcore sex, teasing, it’s just smut at the end.

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Being married to a CEO isn’t fun but it’s fun when you marry your enemy.

A/N: The reader is giving bratty, Fallon Carrington vibes. If you guys watch Dynasty, you know what I mean.

To you, I’m sorry it took forever. I hope you liked it.

You work in the biggest trade company. You started under your father, but he cannot carry on due to old age. So you took over his legacy. You understand on how he does business and he never stop trying until he gets what he wants. That’s how you are.

To be successful, you need to know how to do business. You’re not the type to seat around and let things go slowly. You made sure your staffs has to keep keep up the pace with the changes around the company. If they don’t understand how you do things, you fired them. You didn't want to waste your time.

During your time working at this company, you had so many assistants fired because they couldn't keep up with your pace. Luckily, this one stayed by your side for a while.

“How’s the report on the new trade” You walk into your building as your assistant tries to keep up her pace with you.

“It’s been the same since it was launched, Ms. y-” you stop walking and take off your sunglasses.You turn around to look at your assistant.

“What are you doing here still?” You said sternly. She was lost for words, clutching to the papers against her chest. “Go on get to work” you shoo her and made your way to your office.

When you got to your office, someone was already sitting in the guest chair. Hmmm. You went to your desk and look at the guy. He’s good-looking, pretty jawline, pink lips, and black hair. You sat down on your chair and sigh. “Who are you?” You look at him.

He let out a soft chuckle and unbutton his suit, before you can speak, you called your assistant for a cup of tea. And told the guy to carry on. “Your father told me to meet you here” he started.

My father? You thought.

“I’m here now, so what’s your problem?” You were getting irritated with his presence, so you wanted him to hurry up.

“I’m not sure if your father told you, but he wanted us to meet before the wedding” you stop him. “Wedding? What wedding?” You tried to process what just happened.

“Yes, our wedding,” He said, looking at your name plaque. You stand up and walk in behind your chair back and forth. “Sani, where’s my tea!” You yelled for your assistant. She opened the door and hurried to your side and place the tea on the table.

“I’m sorry I don’t even know who you are” you begin with. He reaches inside his jacket and pulls a business card. He handed it to you.

You read ‘Na Jaemin, CEO of Na Enterprise.’

“I don’t remember my dad telling me about this marriage” you put the card on your table. He chuckles.

“Well maybe if you’d stop firing your workers and go see him you’ll know” he sends you a petty smile. You glared at him.

“We see each other now you can leave” you nudge your head to the door. He smirks and licks his lips. He was probably didn’t expect you to kick him out already. He stands up, showing his perfectly tailored suit, and left your office.

You made your way to your father’s office in the house, he was sitting down at his desk drinking coffee. “Hello, father. When were you going to tell me about that CEO?” You ask as you sat down on the chair.

“So he came to visit you today?” Your dad asks. You nodded.

“I’m marrying you two off. He’s got a good company, if the two of you guys merge companies it’ll help in the future” your dad said monotonously.

“But father, I don’t want to marry him. My company is doing great! I don’t even know his company until today” You argued. He sucks his teeth and glares at you.

“I don’t want to hear it. Your wedding is next week. Pick a dress, I’ll do the rest” your dad demand. You groan and storm out of the office.

The next following was busy for you, you had to pick a dress for the wedding and things are hectic with the news. Everyone wants to know how the two of you meet, who’s attending the wedding etc.

“Sani, I don’t understand why the press is here. I told you they have to go” you look at the press with their cameras in front of your building.

“I’m sorry Ms. y/n. I told the security that but I’m not sure what they did” Your assistant panicked.

“I hope to not see them before my wedding. Don’t tell them anything, don’t give them anything” you sternly said. Your assistant nodded. You scoff and made your way back in the elevator to get to the garage.

The wedding came in no time. Here you are in the alter, faking a smile in front of your new husband. “I do” you smile at him.

Hell, you haven’t even kissed him yet.

“I do” he smiles. You had to admit he’s got a good smile.

“You may kiss the bride” the officiate said. Both you and Jaemin smile at each other as he pulls your waist into his body. You rest your arms over his shoulder and he cupped your cheeks and pull you in for a tender kiss. It was short and sweet. Everyone cheered for the newlywed as the two of you walk down the aisles with your hands in each other as you made it in the car.

As soon as the door closes, you both quickly let go of each other hands. The driver takes the two of you to your private jet and head on your honeymoon. Which is in the Maldives. You both had to share a bungalow. The weather was perfect. It was bright, sunny, and very hot.

It was more of a working honeymoon. Neither of you talked, only working on the phone. Jaemin left to talk on the phone for a business matter, meanwhile, you changed into your bikinis to get some sun and possibly swim. As you were resting on the lounge chair, you admire the breezy air. It’s been a while since you went on vacation.

You heard Jaemin come back in and heard his footsteps near you. You open your eyes to see Jaemin sitting on the chair beside you. He had his swimming trunks on, wearing black sunglasses, and had his body exposed. He looked good under the sun. His pale skin was shining from the sunscreen he had put out.

“So like do we get a divorce later? Or?” You started speaking. Jaemin didn’t answer you. You rolled your eyes. You stand up and drop your sunglasses on the chair and took off your coverups. You fix the chair, to make it more down and lay on your stomach. You turn your head away from Jaemin.

Jaemin looks over at your body, mainly staring at your ass. Then, he closes his eyes back. You look at your wedding ring, “did you pick this ring yourself?” You asked, the rock wasn’t even that big.

“No, I asked my assistant to pick the most basic wedding ring she could find,” Jaemin said nonchalantly. You scoff and turn to look at him.

“You have a girl assistant?” You got curious. Jaemin nodded.

“How many times you fucked her?” You smirk. Jaemin looks at you. “Do you want to know?” He smirk as he took off his glasses.

“So many times” he whispered. You snicker. “Men” you rolled your eyes. You got up and went to test the beautiful blue water. It wasn’t too cold, it was warm. Then, you felt a foot on your back and you got pushed into the water. You yelped and swim to the surface. Jaemin standing over where you were just at.

“You fucker, not even 24 hours as a married couple, you want to kill me?” You cursed. Jaemin shrug.

“If you die, do I get to keep your company?” he smirks. You splash water on him. Jaemin did have a good body. You can see his sculpted abs.

“Do you need some help up princess?” He asks. You glared at him as you swim to the ladder.

“You can help yourself and drown” You mutter. Jaemin heard and laugh. As you made up on the desk, you fix your top and push your hair back. Jaemin was just staring at you.

“God, how long do we even have to be here?” You groan and push him to the side. “Baby, you acting like we won’t live together after this honeymoon” You heard him say.

You forgot, your dad bought a house for you two to live in. “I hope there are more than two rooms” you mutter. You lay back down on the lounge chair.

Jaemin grab the sunscreen and sat at the edge of his lounge chair. He squeezes some of the liquid into his hands and rubs it together. He, then, begin to wipe it on your thighs. “What the fuck are you doing?” You look back at him.

“The sunscreen got washed off, the least I could do is put it back on you,” he said. You look at his hands and then ignore him.

You let him massage the sunscreen on your backside as you slowly melt into his hands. Not only he was putting it on, but he was also massaging you.

He made his way to your ass and begin to squeeze it and get everywhere on your ass. Jaemin focuses on your cunt area as he massages the sunscreen into your back.

“Don’t get any funny ideas Jaemin. You got your assistant if you want your cock sucked” you said. Jaemin laughs.

“She does it better anyways” he purred in your ear. You let out a laugh. You don’t know anything, Jaemin.

A week later, you got back to work as usual. It was less hectic now. The business was going well. You were checking Jaemin’s business from the file your assistant had pulled out. His company is not bad.

“Sani?” You called your assistant. She came in and stand next to you.

“Is there anything in my schedule left for today?” You asked. She shook her head no.

“Great, I’m going to see my husband. You all can leave early today” you smile as you gather your stuff.

“Oh thank you Ms. y/n” your assistant walked you out of the office.

You made your way to Jaemin’s company, unannounced. It was 6 pm, the sun was going down. You might just use this opportunity to visit him.

“Hello, Mrs. Na, welcome” a pretty girl welcomed you. You gave her a look. From the way she dresses, she must’ve been Jaemin’s assistant.

Short skirt, pretty legs, and that blouse, she unbuttoned the tops to show her breasts out for Jaemin.

“Where’s his office?” You demand her. She pointed straight. “I’ll take you there,” she says.

Before she could knock, you just barge in. Jaemin turns his head towards you. His assistant close the door as you made your way to his desk.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. He checks the time and then back at you.

You cross your arms as you take a look around. “Is it bad that I want to see my husband?” You lied. Jaemin scoffs as he takes off his glasses.

“Seriously, if you don’t have business here, just go home,” he said, irritatedly.

You pointed at the door, “that was your assistant right?” You ask him. He sighs and leans back on his chair.

“Hmm, no wonder you’re hitting that” you smirk as you look at his books collection.

“Is this why you came here?” He asked, tiredly.

“Basically, yeah” you nodded.

“Do you want me to tell you what we do here? Like where I fucked her?” He asked. You shook your head no and made your way back to the chair and sit down.

“No, I was just curious about how she looks” you look at him. Jaemin looks at your lips and back at your eyes.

“You sure? I have time” he leans into his desk. You smirk as you look down at his wedding finger. He wasn’t wearing his wedding band.

“I’d rather not. Keep your affairs out of my sight. Just know, if it gets out, bye-bye business” you wave at him. You got up and walk to the door. When you pull the door, his assistant flew right in as if she was eavesdropping.

“Your little pet is a noisy one” you chuckled. She fixed herself and kept her head low. “Go on, Jaemin’s stress. Ahead will do” you laugh as you close the door on them.

“Ms. y/n, branch manager Jung is here for you,” your assistant said from behind the door. You quickly fix your posture, pulling up your skirt a little higher, and loosen your blouse to show your clavicle.

You cleared your throat, “Let him in.”

The door open and Jaehyun came in. You smile at him and stand up to hug him. He leans in for a kiss on the cheek.

“Jae, it’s been a while” you chuckle. He nodded. Both of you take a seat on the couch in your office.

He looks down at your thighs and then back at you. Jaehyun was your former flame. The both of you did hook up now and then. But you haven’t seen him for a while since he took over your business in America.

“I saw the news, you got married!” He exclaims. You rolled your eyes and shrug.

“Nothing to brag,” you said. He laughs.

“You know I missed you,” he said in a low tone. He leans into, moving the piece of hair behind your ear.

God, he’s so handsome.

“You know I do too” you lean into him as you slide your hand over his thigh. Jaehyun but his lips, showing his dimple.

“Does your husband please you as I do?” He whispered seductively.

“No, he doesn’t,” you said back as your face was inches from him.

“Fuck, I could fuck you right now” he breathe out. You touch his growing bulge. His breathing hitched as you begin to stroke it.

“Hmm, why don’t you?” You pur. He cupped your cheeks and lean in for a needy kiss. You got up on top of his lap and lean into the kiss. Jaehyun runs his hands underneath your skirt.

“Naughty girl,” he noticed you didn’t wear spandex. You felt his hands run along your fold. Jaehyun kisses down your neck and to your breasts.

You moan as Jaehyun places a kiss down your neck as his hand roams down to your folds. “Fuck I miss your hands so badly” you beg. Jaehyun smirks as he leans in to kiss you again.

Two days had passed, you and Jaemin had to attend a fundraiser night. You two must come because you both just had a wedding and your attendance was much needed.

You had your arm around Jaemin’s arm as you both say hello to your business partners. “I’m sorry we missed the wedding but we wish you both the best,” your close business partner said.

“Thank you Mrs. Shin” you grab her hand and squeeze it.

“I know your wife is a bit harsh but trust me, she’s the best at doing business,” she told Jaemin. Jaemin laughs and touches your hand.

“I bet she is” he faked a laugh. She bid the two of you goodbyes and left, leaving you with Jaemin in the middle of the room.

“Where’s your assistant? I’m surprised you didn’t let her come?” Jaemin looked around the room trying to see your assistant.

“I don’t have her around my fingers all the time like you have your assistant,” you said through your smile.

“Y/n! You’re here!” Jaehyun voice appeared behind you. You and Jaehyun hug each other as Jaehyun look at Jaemin.

“I didn’t know you were coming?” You chuckled. You were happy to see him here, at least for a familiar face.

“Yeah, since I was already here, I might as well attend,” he said as he look at Jaemin, who was just glaring at him.

“Jaemin, the husband” Jaemin put out his hand for Jaehyun to shake.

“Jaehyun, the branch manager” he shook Jaemin’s hand. You could feel the tension between the two. You quickly move their hands away from one another.

“There, there, people are watching” you chuckle nervously.

“I’ll go say hi to everyone, I’ll be back” Jaehyun lean in to hug you, staring at Jaemin and left your side.

“Is he your boy toy?” Jaemin takes a sip of his whiskey. “You have yours, I have mine” you smile.

You look at his ring finger again, he still wasn’t wearing it. “Look, I know you didn’t want to marry me but at least wear your ring” you hiss at him.

Jaemin smirks, “to favor you? No, I don’t think so” he winks at you.

You thinking about divorce right now. You unhook your arm from his. You took off your wedding ring and put it inside his pocket.

“You can get a refund for that since I won’t be wearing anymore” you smile at him before leaving his side to get fresh air.

As you close the balcony door, the classical music muffled behind you. Your phone started ringing as you take it out.

“Hello?” You answered annoyingly.

“M-ms. Y/n?” You could tell by the voice, so you look at the caller ID.

“Sani?” You ask.

“Ms. Y/n, I’m sorry to bother you but,” she sniffles. “I need your help” she cried on the other line.

“What’s going on?” You panicked. You’re not the type to show emotion but your assistant was growing on you.

“M-my daughter” she kept stuttering.

“Sani, breathe in and out. Start speaking when you get your words together” you told her. She didn’t speak but you heard him take a deep breath in.

“It’s my daughter, she’s sick. I don’t know what to do” you heard your assistant cry.

There's a lump in your throat, you know you don’t like when people cry. It's a weakness of yours. “Text me the hospital you’re in right now, I’ll be there” with that you end the call and went inside.

“Where are you going?” Jaemin asked. You ignored him and left the party. You took Jaemin’s car since that was the car you both used to get to the party.

You drove to the address your assistant sent you. You look around to find your assistant. Once you found him, you notice how her daughter was pale, she was frail and her lips were white.

“Sani?” You called her quietly. She looks up from holding her daughter’s hand.

You took her to another room where you both drank coffee together. “I didn’t know you have a daughter” you begin. She sniffle and nodded.

“I got pregnant at a young age” she nodded. “A year ago, she started having random seizures and she was having trouble speaking so I took her to the doctors and found out she has a brain tumor” she explains.

She started crying. You hush her and pull her into your arm. “She’s been going to chemo trying to slow it down but the doctor said she has a chance of survival but they need to remove it” she wipe her tears.

“Ms. Y/n, I can’t afford it. Her father's side doesn’t even claim her as theirs. I’ve sold our house to help pay for her hospital fees but-“ you hush her.

“Sani, why didn’t you tell me you were struggling?” You felt bad. All those times you were rude to her, you didn’t know what she was going through at home.

“I don’t want anyone to see that I’m struggling. I just do my job and go. I don’t want anyone to see me like this” she says. You sigh and squeeze her arm.

“Sani, you’ve been my assistant for more than 2 years. I’m surprised you didn’t quit your first two weeks” you chuckled. She looks up at you with teary eyes.

You sigh, “whatever you need help with, please let me know. I want your daughter to grow up and have a happy life with her mother,” you told her.

“Where are you guys staying?” You asked. She wiped her tears. “We live with my mother in her house” she responded.

“Is there space for the three of you?” You asked. She cried and shook her head no.

“Sani, I could’ve helped you. Why did you keep this to yourself” you sigh? She apologized.

“I’ll help you out” you gave her a reassuring smile. She looks up at you, “you will?” She asked.

“Both of us will” Jaemin’s voice spoke up. You almost jump. You didn’t know he was standing by the door the whole time.

“Oh thank you Ms. y/n and Mr. Na” she hugged you. You smile as you hug her back.

You and Jaemin left the hospital after you paid the medical bill so they can start the surgery for her daughter quickly. Jaemin had called one of his friends who owns a real state company to buy a house for Sani.

The two of you got to the car feeling good about yourself. “I can’t believe the ‘cold hearted’ y/n just helped out her worker” Jaemin smirk as he got inside the car. You rolled your eyes.

“You shouldn’t read those newspapers they put anything without knowing me” you sigh as you put your seatbelts on.

“What you did today was amazing,” Jaemin touch your thigh “You gave her a new life.” He squeezes it.

You smile, you did.

That night, Jaemin saw another side of you. A softer and warmer side of you. A side he never knew you had.

A few days had passed, Sani came back to work and told you her daughter’s surgery went well. Her daughter made you a thank you card as well as a gift basket with fruits in it.

“Ms. Y/n, Mr. Na is here for you” She peeked through your door. You nodded and she open the door for him. Jaemin walked in with a grey suit on. He notices the gift basket.

“It’s for us, her daughter made you a card too” you gave him his card. He read it and smile.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, leaning on your chair.

“You know that trade with did with Sloan’s enterprise? They were getting enough shipments or they didn’t receive the total shipments” Jaemin said. You furrowed your brows as you try to find their documents on your messy desk.

“It’s 39 in total right?” You read the report. “Yes, but they only receive 35” Jaemin responded. You groan and try to look at the newer reports.

“Oh wait, it was there’s a delay, the rest of shipments will come in tomorrow. There’s a problem with the ship” you said. Jaemin nodded. He looks over at your desk.

“Do you have a lot of work?” He asks. You nodded, you lean back into your chair.

“I can help” Jaemin unbutton his suit. You open one eye, “you will?” You didn’t expect him to help you.

“I’m free” he shrugs as he takes a document from your desk. You watch him as he read through the documents. You smile, it was nice having someone to help you so you don't have to deal with everything on your own.

“Just let me know before you confirm everything” you made sure. Jaemin rolls his eyes, “I’m a CEO too” he said as a matter of factly.

You chuckle as the two of you work through all the untouched documents. A few hours had passed, you were laying on the couch, reading through the last few documents. Jaemin was on the phone with a business partner trying to confirm a new action.

You groan as you felt like your head was going to explode. You set your glasses down and rest your eyes. You ended up falling asleep.

Once Jaemin get off the phone, he noticed you fell asleep. He took the document off your hand and set it down on your coffee table. He grabbed his jacket and lay it over your body.

“Ms. Y/n-“ Sani walks in but Jaemin hushes her. “I’m leaving right now. Is there anything else you want me to do?” She whispered, looking at your sleeping body.

Jaemin shook his head no and tell her to go home. Jaemin ended up finishing everything and rested on the chair across from you. He ended up falling asleep too.

You woke up around 1 am, you notice Jaemin was sleeping and had finished all your documents. You look down to see he had to cover you with his jacket.

You didn’t want to wake him up, mainly because he was probably tired. You decided to let him sleep.

The next day, you were back in your office after going home and changing. You got the news that Jaemin’s company got backfired from one of his business partners.

You quickly got up and left to go see Jaemin. When you arrived, his office was going crazy with the news. You also heard a bunch of yelling coming from his office.

“Don’t go in there, he’s really mad” His assistant tried to stop you.

“And you’re out here doing nothing?” You ordered. She kept quiet. “Useless” you mutter and went inside Jaemin’s office.

His office was a complete mess. Papers scattered on the floor, he had punched his computer, glass shattered. Jaemin looks furious. His tie was undone and his hair was a mess.

“Jaemin!” You called his name after he was about to throw his name plaque on the floor but he stop midway when he saw you.

“What do you want?” He snapped. He was breathing heavily. You took the name plaque from his hands and put it back on the table.

“For you to calm down,” you said softly. Jaemin scoff and sit down on his chair.

“I trusted that guy! And look where it got me” he hiss.

“I can help you” you reassure him. Jaemin looks at you, “how?”

“Did you forget I have companies tied around my fingers” you smirk. Jaemin wasn’t sure what you were saying.

“Most of my global branch funded his company, all I have to do is stop funding him. Make him lose money and boom he’ll come begging you to help him” he fixes his tie.

“Just like that?” He asked. You took out your phones and sent a few texts and look back at him, “just like that.” The two of you mischievously smile.

The next day, the guy did come back and begged Jaemin to help him. You were seated on his chair while he stands beside you. “First of all, you should know who you’re messing with. Second of all, don’t you fucking dare mess with my husband like that, and third of all if you mess up this contract again, bye-bye company” you wave at him. Jaemin mouth bye-bye to him.

The guy looks at the two of you worriedly as he promised you both not to do it again. “Do you mind baby?” Jaemin asked to speak. You nodded.

“We won’t be needing your company again. You did us a favor. The other companies noticed how you betrayed me and decide to withdraw from investing in your company” Jaemin explained. The guy cried even more.

“See, you shouldn’t mess with us” you smirk, crossing your arms.

“You may leave,” Jaemin said. The guy begged Jaemin again. “Oh you can still keep the shares you took, but I don’t know about your company through” Jaemin shrugged. The guy tried to come to you but Jaemin protected you from him touching you.

“Security!” Jaemin yelled over the guy. As soon as he leaves, you and Jaemin exchange high fives.

“That was awesome! I shouldn’t have underestimated you” Jaemin cheered happily. You were glad to see him like himself again.

“Let’s have dinner tonight?” He asks. You look at him, wasn’t sure if he was playing. “Yes sure.”

That night, Jaemin set a table in the living room with candles and flowers. He had made steak for the two of you and you bought the wine. You dress in a cute dark purple dress that stops mid-thigh. It was just a dinner in your house but you felt like dressing up since you both never had dinner together.

“It smells good,” You said from the top of the stairs. Jaemin smile when he heard your voice. As you made your way down the stairs, Jaemin stand at the bottom of the stairs with his hand out for you to take.

You thank him when you set him down. You look at the food in awe. “Cheers to a powerful couple” Jaemin raises his glass. You chuckle and clink your glasses together and take a sip of the red wine.

You both ate dinner and talked about it earlier. The food made the two of you full as you both sat quietly just sipping the wine. Jaemin was staring at you which made you blush. “What?” You look away from his stare.

“You amaze me sometimes,” He said quietly. You chuckle.

“You know, I like you when you were mean to me” You tap on your glass with your index finger as your eyes make their way to his lips.

Jaemin raised his voice, “you do now?” He asked.

“I do,” you said. The air filled with tension. You could feel the heat building in your stomach.

In the heat of the moment, the two of you got up and kiss each other. You smash your lips against his. You hungrily pushed back, opening your mouth as his tongue push into yours. You grip his head firmly, tangling your fingers into his black locks. Your tongue battling back and forth with his like two wrestlers trying to pin each other.

He pushed you into the black leather couch and got on top of you. “Tell me, do you want to find out who gives you a better head?” You whispered in his ear. Jaemin's breathe hitched. “Fuck yes I do” he responds. You got back up and push him on the couch. Jaemin’s legs open wide for you. You kneel on the floor in between his legs.

Your hands stroke his thighs, sending him sensation as he leans his head back. You kept your eyes on him. You find his zipper and unzip his pants. You slip his briefs down along with the pants. His throbbing cock swung up. You gasp as you look at the size of that thing. Jaemin hazy eyes look down at you as you grab his cock with two hands and stroke it.

Jaemin moan. His moan is like music to your ears. “You’re so big” you pur as you eye his cock. Jaemin’s hand stroke your cheek and pull your hair back. You lean into his cock and put his length into your mouth. “Fuck” he breathed out as his head fall back.

You lick the tip of his cock with your tongue and make your way down to the bottom. You teased a little on the head. Then, you started deepthroating him. “Fuck y/n” he moans as he grabs your head and pushes you lower, making you gag. You take his cock out of your mouth and stroke it again as saliva drips down to your chin. You send him lustful looks.

You then lick around his cock like it was a lollipop, keeping your hand on the base of his cock. Then, you kept deepthroating until you could feel his orgasm approaching. So you back off to keep him on edge. Jaemin hiss and he grab your throat. “You suck me so well” He whispered. He lay you down, taking your dress off of you and taking your panties off.

He ran his fingers over your fold, feeling the wetness that formed earlier. Jaemin smirks as he looks at you. “All wet for me,” he said. He put two fingers inside, surprising you, and begin pumping you. “Fuck baby” You moan just as you were about to grab his head, Jaemin leans into your clit and begins licking it in a circle.

You moan louder and tangle your fingers into his hair. Jaemin look up at your as his tongue kept going in a circle. “I want you to fuck me, Jaemin” You beg him. He nodded and kiss your clit and remove his fingers. He spits on his hand to wet his dick. You watch him tease your clit with his cock, rubbing his cock over your folds.

He then slowly insert it, making you moan in pleasure. He begins to thrust his hips in and out slowly. “Don’t go slow, I know you want to fuck me hard” You demand. Jaemin curse and rest his hands around your throat and begin pumping into you hard and fast.

“Just like this?” He breathes out. You nodded as he pump into you deeper. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes as Jaemin thrusts in deeper making the couch move.

You moan loudly from the pleasure he’s giving you. You clenched your walls on him making him curse out, “fuck don’t do that” he moaned. Jaemin put his thumb into your mouth so it can shut you up from all the noise you were making. You suck on his finger as you felt tears strumming down your face from how good he’s making you feel.

“Your pussy is so good baby, did anyone ever tell you that?” He whispered in your ears. You nodded, “they have” you mutter. Jaemin got angry. He begin choking you but made sure you can still breathe. He took your legs and put them over his shoulders. He leans into you, making him hit the deeper inside of you.

“Fuck” You cried from the pain and the pleasure.

“Try again,” He said lowly. You hold onto his wrist and clench your walls. Jaemin curse again.

“But they don’t do it well as you do” you finished. Jaemin smirk and lean down to kiss your lips. It was a soft and passionate kiss. He rests his head on your forehead.

“Come in me” you beg him. Jaemin nodded and pick up his pace. He slips his hand to your clit and plays with it. “You’re going to make me cum, Jaemin” You moan as you felt your spine begin to arch. Jaemin begins rubbing it faster.

“Fuck” the two of you said in unison. You grip into the couch as you felt you were about to release. Jaemin leans to kiss your lips again as he releases his warm juice inside of you. Jaemin moan into your lips and you came. Jaemin lay his head on your chest, breathing heavily.

“You okay?” You asked him quietly. He nodded against your chest. You lean to kiss his forehead. Jaemin look up at you with those brown orbs, “you’re perfect” He whispered. You blush and cover your face from seeing him.

“Seriously” he removes your hands and leans in for a peck on the cheek. You begin to yawn, your body was tired and you wanted to sleep.

“Let’s go to sleep?” He asked. You nodded. Jaemin carries your body in bridal style and heads up to your bedroom.

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