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kitten4sannie · 3 months ago

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ateez and corruption kinks… that’s it I just had to let that out into the void

communion

pairing: priest! yunho x nun! reader (fem)

summary: priest jeong wishes to share another communion with the most beloved member of the monastery.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: for the love of god (lol) if sacrilegious smut isn’t your thing do NOT read this,, however if it IS wellll i got something good for you <3, wine drinking, but like, in an unconventional way lmao, nasty perverted dom! yuyu, subby cock hungry! reader (can we blame her tho?), implied sex slave training, oral (giving/receiving), deepthroating, finger sucking, cum eating, implied toy usage (the toy is um….well…a religious object…)

a/n: oh nonnie idt you realize what you’ve unleashed with that ask ^^ there’s nothing i love more than corruption 🖤 physical, emotional, psychological ughhhh,,, anyways writers block and some shitty real life stuff have been taking turns beating me up the past couple months so i thought this might be a good escape for me :3 i hope you enjoy <33

p.s: i’ll be posting two more fics with a corruption theme very soonnn,, one features perverted bsf wooyoung and the other involves frat boy sannie 🫶🏼

song rec: take me to church - hozier (i mean come on….)

No matter how dark the communal church grew in the late hours of the night, the bright light of the moon still shone through the fragmented mosaic glass, now casting a myriad of gleaming crosses across your face and body as you sat on your knees upon the altar. You raised your hands up to begin worshipping your Lord in the way you were taught by Father Jeong, gingerly opening his robes to unveil the point of your focus.

Yunho lifted up a ceremonial bell and rung it once, his robes pooling around his feet, watching as your thighs squeezed tightly together underneath your heavy garments, your shaky exhale fanning over his exposed, twitching cock, finding the unyielding look of pure lust inside your eyes to be so beautiful he could shed a tear. Over the many, many communions you’ve shared together, it seemed that the bell reminded you of your loyalty to him and to your shared savior, of the pleasure you shared all in the name of God.

He pushed your veil off to expose your hair, before he placed his large hands on either side of your head, his long, slender fingers wrapping securely around it. “And, what do we say now, Sister L/N?” he asked softly, as though he were testing you, dragging his tongue over his top set of teeth, letting out a few heavy breaths.

“O’ Lord, for which I am about to receive, is truly your most precious Body and your life-giving blood, which, I pray, makes me worthy to receive for the remission of all my sins and for everlasting life,” you recited your prayer like many times before, the wetness between your thighs everlasting, watching Father Jeong let go of your head for a second to pick up a chalice of wine from the ceremony table behind him.

Yunho held the gold chalice just above his waist, growing that much harder as the dark liquid began to pour down his long, curved length, spilling off of his sticky tip and dripping into your open mouth. “The Blood of Christ…” He watched you swallow it all down, like the obedient servant you were. Something this sinful simply had to be holy, didn’t it? He swallowed down the abundant saliva that filled his mouth. “Ahh?” he voiced, like he was waiting for you to say something.

“Amen,” you sighed out, licking the remnants of wine and pre-cum from your lips, your trembling fingers clasping around his bare hips.

“Amen.”

Yunho then thrusted forward until he hit the back of your parched throat, eagerly dragging you back and forth along his sizable cock, using you like the faithful cocksleeve you were, the repetitive sounds of squelching, gagging, and muffled moaning sending delightful shivers down his spine, much like the sacred hymns did to him every morning during mass. “Sister L/N, your throat has molded to the shape of my cock, has it not? Bonding with me all these long nights, over and over, it’s like you were made for me, and only me. Tell me, Sister, does taking the Body of Christ down your throat make you feel closer to God?”

You let out a stunted, pleased moan, blinking a few tears out of your dazed, half closed eyes, watching as a blurry version of Father Jeong brought his rosary up to his lips to kiss it. Due to being trained so consistently, you knew to relax your jaw and throat in order to take all of him without fail, your gag reflex nonexistent, simply drooling all over his long, heavy cock instead, much to Yunho’s delight.

“Oh, God, let His will be done….” He hunched over slightly, in order to pound himself into the back of your throat over and over, thick strands of pre-cum and saliva dripping from your chin and landing onto your previously pristine garments, his fingers closing in around your bulging throat to feel himself moving inside it. It was simply too much for the priest to handle. “So…nnngh–sovereign, so pure, this divinity…” Yunho expressed between heavy pants, suddenly pulling out until his twitching cockhead rested against your splayed out tongue. “Sister L/N, you must show me something heavenly so that I may fill you with the Holy Spirit. Be quick, for I am at my limit…”

Licking the beads of pre-cum from his slit, you began to lift up the layers of your tunic until your bare cunt glistened underneath the moonlight that was casted over you like a spotlight, the edges of your skin glowing as though you were a real life angel, one that was sent down from above to tempt Yunho, especially now that he could see you in your most vulnerable state. “Father Jeong, please see what I’ve done for you. I’ve kept myself full…so that I may take you inside properly…”

It was then that Father Jeong fell to his knees before you, looking up at the slick heaven in between your thighs, before leaning in to lap up the abundant wetness from your lips, his hot tongue practically melting against your cunt as he ate you out like a starved man, spreading your open with his ringed thumbs. Maintaining steady eye contact with you, he slowly pulled the hood of your clit back to expose your weak point, wrapping his plush lips around it as he began to suck and lick until he had you trembling above him, your nails digging into the dense wood of the pews. “Cum before me,” he commanded, dragging his tongue along your fluttering slit up to your throbbing clit until you let out a beautifully broken cry.

You spread your trembling thighs open just enough to allow what was filling you up the entire time to slowly come sliding out, both you and the priest letting out a similar gasp once it did. A thick, slick-covered silver cross landed inside Yunho’s open palm. He watched diligently as you lifted it up to his mouth, not even having to say anything as he sucked it clean. Without exchanging words, Yunho stood back and squeezed his throbbing cock, just as you lowered yourself back down onto your knees with a loving smile, watching with pride as he began to shudder, long spurts of his hot cum landing onto your tongue and disappearing down your throat.

“What a thing of beauty….” The priest swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. “You never fail to bring me close to our Savior, my dear,” he praised, reaching down to rub the remaining remnants of his seed over your swollen lips and onto your tongue with his thumb, pulling it away from your mouth and licking the last of his saltiness off of his digit himself.

“It’s all for the greater good,” you softly replied, slowly standing up and hiking up your now soiled garments, so that you could bend over the pew, spreading yourself wide, opening the gates of your heaven and giving Yunho access like every blissful night before. “Now, please allow me to bring you even closer.”

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vampzity · 6 months ago

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a distant memory | ateez

"i know you’re somewhere out there, somewhere far away." — talking to the moon, bruno mars

—✫ pairing: ateez x gn! reader

—✫ genre: angst, fluff??, ateez, one shot, ot8

—✫ synopsis: it’s been a year since the gang went their separate ways, however you can’t help but reminisce all the good times you shared. you constantly hope that one day, it’ll go back to normal again.

—✫ wc: 1.6k

[warnings]: mentions of scars, mentions of violence???, arguing, blood, accusations, yelling, cursing, name calling

—✫ a/n: i’m sorry in advance.. i seen these photos from the special and just felt a whole wave of nostalgia wash over me 🧎‍♀️

“.. and then we can all look through the photos again!”

You sighed heavily, going through the loads of videos and pictutes taken by the cam recorder. Every happy memory playing like a small scene from a movie in your head. No matter what you did, no matter how many times you watched these same videos, it never seemed to fill the empty void they once occupied in your heart.

It’s been a year since the incident, a hell of a year at that, and yet you still can’t seem to figure out where it all went wrong. Why such a tragic moment, broke the bond between you all.

“Y/n-ah! You walk so slow, let’s go!”

You smiled softly hearing Wooyoung teasing you. Even if it bugged you, you hated to admit that you missed someone bothering you every five minutes.

Seonghwa soon came into view, holding his own cam recorder toward yours. His soft laugh echoed through your ears as he made fun of you for recording him, even though he was doing it too. Jongho soon shoved Seonghwa out of the way, bringing his face up close to the camera as he sang to it jokingly.

“Does Jongho ever stop singing?!” Mingi teased.

It’s as if they’ve never left your heart. You looked onto your phone, seeing the groupchat still pinned on your messages. It was now a ghost town if a groupchat could even have one, and each member quietly made their way out of it. You however, chose to stay. So many memories, core memories, resided in that chat. From happy birthdays, to silly pictures that were sent amongst you all, to even the smallest moments of reassurance between members. You couldn’t just let all of that go, and you couldn’t let it go back then either.

However it pained you to see how easily the rest of them let it be. Were they even feeling the way that you were? How could they just up and leave after years of memories that were engraved into your heads.

The moonlight shone through your window. It was fuller today, just as it was that same time ago. You looked up at the moon, a few tears escaping your eyes.

Were they too, looking up at the same moon?

You felt crazy for thinking that any one of the boys missed not just you, but all of them as much as you did. You knew that somewhere out there, the boys were going on with their lives normally, having to carry the weight of that night with them just as you did.

Where did it all go wrong? Was it your fault? If you hadn’t stood against San like that, would you all have worked it out in the end? However, it wasn’t your fault. All you wanted was to stop the arguing, only for it to resort to violence.

You played with the cam recorder, holding it to your face as you sobbed. As much as you wanted to forget about that day, you knew you never could be able to. So many things reminded you of them, which then reminded you of that day. Scars you obtained from your fight with San still remained, even after they healed. Not even your body could forget.

“y/n-ah!”

You lifted your head, seeing the video turn to San as he waved to you. A smile stretched across his face as he grabbed the camera from you, turning it to face the both of you. You pouted at him as he kept it at a high angle, unable to take it from his hands.

“Sannie, give me that back!”

You jumped up to reach it, as all the other members sat around laughing with San. You stopped jumping and punched his arm softly, the boys chuckling around you.

“Ah, you guys suck!”

You sighed heavily, laying down on your bed as you closed your eyes. It’s as if every time you closed your eyes, that very night replayed in your head. No matter what you did to avoid thinking of it, you couldn’t get it to stop. No amount of therapy was helping for that.

☆flashback☆

“San stop!!”

Seonghwa pulled San away as you all stood there in shock. Mingi laid on the floor, hands still protecting his face. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, only because it’s never gotten to a point like this. There was never a thought that crossed your mind over the boys arguing so bad, that they’d get physical.

Yunho helped Mingi up, his face bruised and nose dripping blood from the attack. Tears escaped Yunho’s eyes as he realized how bad the situation was getting. However it wasn’t just him, you were all unsure of how to help.

It’s been ongoing for weeks, where random members would break out into arguments and it would sometimes get physical. The more arguments that ensued, the more distant everyone became.

“This is getting out of hand! What happened to all of you?!”

You looked at all the members in horror, tears streaming down your face as they looked away from you. Hongjoong walked up to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he tried to offer you some comfort.

“All you ever do is fight with one another, and when things get too far, you guys just resort to violence!”

Wooyoung stood up, an annoyed look on his face as he looked toward the members. Bandages covered his hands and cheeks, reminding you of the fight between him and Jongho just last week.

“She’s right. We all can’t keep going on like this.”

San scoffed, crossing his arms in disbelief as he stood on the opposite side of the room. He rolled his eyes, soon walking up to you and Hongjoong.

“So what? You never seen a group fall apart before?”

His voice rushed through you like cold water, giving you chills as you felt mini to him. No matter how afraid you were getting of the boys and their acts of violence, you refused to let it overtake you. Let alone, be obvious that you were growing afraid of them.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, your eyes straying from him.

He crossed his arms, leaning his face down to you. You felt his breath hit your cheek, making the hairs on your skin stand up.

“Suck it up. You weren’t even apart of our group in the first place.”

The room went quiet. Whenever arguments broke out, you were always the one maintaining peace between the members. Who would’ve known that was only a matter of time before you too have had enough.

“Are you just going to keep being hardheaded?!” you yelled out, pushing him harshly.

“Don’t push me, y/n.” San snarled, his voice low and raspy.

Wooyoung looked over at San, eyebrows furrowed as he wondered what was going to happen. None of the members expected this, especially not from you. When it came to you, everyone had their guard up as they weren’t going to let you be the one who got hurt from them.

“How many times do I need to get this into your head?!” You continued to pushed at San, punching his chest as you cried out.

“All of you! You’re all idiots! Can’t we just stop fighting?!”

San took every hit you gave him, growing increasingly aggravated with you. Tears steamed down your face as you continued to punch at him, wishing for the boys who once promised to never let arguing get as bad as it was now.

“God, quit it!” San pushed you harshly, making you stumble to the ground and hit your head.

He got ontop of you, holding your arms over your head as you struggled out of his grasp. His nails dug into your skin as he glared at you with a rabid look. Hongjoong grabbed onto his back, desperately trying to pull him off of you as he yelled into your face. Wooyoung grabbed onto his arm, using all his weight to pull.

“You’re the reason our group went to shit, you know that?! If you haven’t came in here being all pissy and flirting with all the members— slap!“

With the help of Jongho, he pulled your hand out of San’s grip, allowing you to slap him across the face. Everyone around you froze for a second, seeing your face red from anger and embarrassment after San’s words. San rubbed his cheek, eyes narrowed at you. He grabbed onto your hair, pulling you toward him.

“San! Let them go!! Stop!!”

Yunho rushed over to you, pushing San off of you as the other members pulled him off. It was a bit scary how much stronger San could be when he was angry. Wooyoung and Jongho pulled San off of you as he tried hard to fight back. Yunho held you in his arms, sitting in shock at how San just reacted to you.

“You fucking tramp! This is all your fault!”

Everyone froze, unsure of what to say, as did you. San has lost his mind, everyone did in their own way, though it seemed the group was far from saving at this point. There wasn’t much any of you could do.

You watched as San grabbed his things, making his way out of your home and slamming the door behind him. Silence filled the room, as you all remained speechless. Yunho continued to hold you as small tears ran down your face. What did this mean for you guys now? Was the really just the end of the people you called home?

The people your cherished and loved dearly, were no longer with you, instead living on their own terms. A year later, and you still remained without your home.

☆end of flashback☆

a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR THIS PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. listening to Empty Box while writing the ending of this made it even worse 💔 i love that song so much.

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shinestarhwaa · 2 years ago

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Waterfall / C.S

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Husband!San x Fem reader

Word count: 1,8k

Warnings/tags: newlyweds, husband!san, honeymoon, pool sex, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, hand job, mild breast/nipple play, semi-public sex, cumplay, squirting, talking about making a baby

After seeing this clip on Instagram I had to write a pool sex smut for Sannie, oop-

Tagging @a-soft-hornytiny to go down with me

ENJOY!

Your wedding had only been three days ago, yet you felt like you were husband and wife for years. It had always been that way, easy. When you met San, almost four years ago, he was still a twenty year old boy.

His voice still quite high, very playful and loving. It didn't take long for the two of you to fall in love. Your personality and energy matched his, and he cared for you.

When you were sick he'd take the train all across Seoul to your home to bring you soup. When it was Summer he'd plan all kinds of dates, often meaning you two would go swimming.

Growing up in Namhae, an island in the South of the country, he's always loved water. Even if it was just sitting beside the water, he'd feel peaceful and calm.

Now it's four years later, and you married the boy, who turned into a beautiful and sophisticated man. Some people disagreed with your marriage, saying you had married too quickly, and some people tended to misjudge his character. But you knew inside the handsome shell there was a warm heart.

While you thought about his kind nature, you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. San sat down next to you on the edge of the pool, two glasses with champagne in his hands. He smiled sweetly, revealing his charming dimple.

''What are you thinking about, honey?'' he asked as he handed you a glass. ''Just how much I'm in love with you. I made the right decision marrying you,'' you smiled, sipping the champagne.

It was mid March and you were at a hotel in Thailand for your honeymoon. San had almost begged you to get a private pool on your stay, so he was pleased to know your room was at the highest floor of the hotel, with a pool on the large balcony where you could look over the entire city.

San was over the moon to be with you, unable to believe you're actually his wife now. He smiled at you, admiring the way your red bikini flattered your body shape.

After finishing his champagne, he took off the black tanktop he was wearing and let himself sink into the water.

''It's so nice, my love, it's like a big jacuzzi,'' he smiled. You grinned at him, still drinking your champagne. You watched him for a while, just swimming around, seeing him enjoy the water.

You shotted the last bit of your drink before letting yourself sink into the water as well, feeling the warm water hug your body. You swam towards him, but he smirked and you knew he'd just swim to the other side of the pool to tease you.

''San-ah~'' you whined, ''stay still!'' you laughed. He grinned and stopped swimming away. He stilled in the middle of the pool, where you met him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on his temple.

''I love you, sweetheart,'' he whispered in your ear, ''and I want the whole world to know.''

''Then why did you whisper?'' you grinned, teasing him. San laughed and rolled his eyes.

''I love my Y/N!'' San yelled into the far distance. You quickly put your hand over his mouth, laughing. ''Shut up, San, you're loud.''

''As if you don't like that,'' he winked, causing you to smirk.

San had a very high libido, which resulted in you two having sex at least five days a week usually, and most days it wasn't just once. It was hard to keep up with him at first. You had never expected your sweet boy to be so horny.

As the two of you got older you kept exploring each other and found each other's turn on's. The way he turned from a more lean boy into the muscular man he is now made you weak. He now lifts you with ease, holds you still with ease and there's no way you could beat him strength-wise.

You snapped back in reality when you felt San's wet lips and tongue in your neck, causing you to moan his name. He brought the two of you closer to the edge, so you could hold onto the poolstairs. You wrapped your legs around his hips tightly, hoping to stay above water properly.

He slipped his fingers between your legs, rubbing your clothed core. You whined softly, being sensitive to his touch. He slid your bikini bottom to the side and slowly entered your pussy with 2 fingers.

Countless of times you two had been in the water together, feeling each other up. But tonight, as a married couple, with the light of the moon and the stars and the burning torches it felt special. You'd remember the feeling of his fingers in your cunt forever.

His pace was quick and he knew just how to hit your sweet spots. You tried to stay quiet, knowing there would be people who could hear you, but San was lapping at your clothed nipples and you felt yourself going insane. You couldn't help but let a moan slip from your lips.

''You're so pretty, my love, so perfect for me,'' he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to show up on your skin.

He undid the clasp of your top, letting it fall into the water. He licked and sucked at your bare breasts. San seemed to be so eager to have them in his mouth. You thought you'd faint at the sight of him groaning with his mouth full of your boob.

''I need your cock, San,'' you begged, not being able to hold back anymore. Your nails clawed in his back as he fucked three fingers into you.

''Yeah? You need my cock?''

''Yes, San, I need your cock.''

''You need my cock to fill your fucking pussy?''

You thought your lungs would give out, the way he'd speak to you every time you had sex. He was pure filth and you loved it.

He yanked both your bottoms off, nearly ripping them causing you to curse under your breath. ''Those aren't cheap, San,'' you warned him.

''Shut up,'' he said before sinking you down on his hard cock. ''Just take my cock, hm? Like a good girl, my good wife, hm?''

''Yes, yes, I'll take your cock,'' you moaned as he pushed himself deeper inside your hole. ''You better.''

San pushed you against the wall of the pool and you swore you scratched your back against the tiles, but with his length inside you, you couldn't care less at the moment.

You wrapped your legs around his waist so tight, causing him to smirk. He held your hips as he moved you on his dick. The water made it a heavy job, but San loved a challenge.

Your moans grew louder with every thrust, and you felt as if your bodies were colliding in the most passionate and sinful way in the silver moonlight.

Your breasts bounced lightly, splashing the warm water on his chest. He took your right nipple in his mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

''San! O-oh god, I'm close,'' you moaned. San picked up his pace, feeling you clench around him.

''Ah! A-ah, ah, San, yes, San, San!''

Groans and whines fell off your lips while you moaned his name like a mantra, feeling posessed by his love spell.

''Oh San, I'm coming, I'm coming!''

''That's it, baby, cum on my cock, tell the world who's fucking you so good,'' he groaned.

''Yes, San! Y-you, San!'' you moaned.

It took a few more thrusts for you to unravel in his arms, coming on his pulsating cock. He pulled out of you before he could cum, stopping his own orgasm.

You whined at the familiar sensation, still sensitive from your high just a minute ago.

He smirked and rubbed your clit with his thumb, causing you to whine. San kissed your head and laid you on the edge of the pool.

He climbed out of the water and hovered above you, pushing his cock inside you again.

San moved fast and quick, panting heavily now himself. He fucked you deep and hard, your eyes rolling back out of pleasure.

''You're taking my cock so well, baby, do you think you can cum on my fucking cock again? Coat it with your cum so fucking beautifully? Show me how good you are? Hm? Fuck baby,'' he cursed.

''Yes, I'm gonna cum!''

He nearly made you scream with how hard he fucked you, his knee scraping on the tile. It was worth it. Anything to see you come undone on him.

Only a minute later you felt yourself climax on his dick, sending yourself in a heavenly headspace. Your body shook around him, your nails digging in his shoulders as you squirted all over his lower body.

San smirked, his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips. He slowly rode out your orgasm and pulled out of your sopping cunt.

''Such a good girl, squirting all over me like a fucking waterfall,'' he groaned.

He brought himself closer to your chest, dick standing proud against his muscular stomach.

''Gonna take care of me now hm? Look at that... My hard cock with all your arousal and squirt still on it... You like that?''

''Fucking love it, San, I fucking love it!''

You spat in your hand and pumped it over his dick, making sure he was well covered before you started to jerk him off.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back. By the way he was panting and the way his chest moved you knew he was close, and you opened your mouth.

''Cum for me, Sannie, give me all your cum,'' you begged.

Before he could say anything, San spurted his cum all over your chest and your mouth. You licked your lips as you milked him dry, getting all of his sperm out.

You panted heavily when he started licking the cum off your body, gathering it all with his tongue, which he then slid into your mouth.

You felt the cum coat your tongues while they swirled against each other.

''Swallow,'' San ordered when he pulled back from you. You gulped down the mixture of his cum and your combined saliva and closed your eyes.

After a while of laying on the cold tiles in your afterglow, he gently lifted you up and walked back into the hotel room. He put you down in the bathroom and wrapped a large sauna towel around the two of you and smiled.

''My perfect wife,'' he smiled, ''next time we'll make a baby,'' he teased.

You giggled at the thought and you wrapped your arms around his waist. ''That sounds nice, I'd like that.''

''It'll be perfect, sweetheart.''

#choi san #san #ateez #smut #oneshot #this is filth #san in the pool had me going crazy #fluff #i love husband san

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cheollipop · 1 year ago

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soybean stew

navi | taglist

pairing: choi san x afab!reader

w.c.: 5.5k

tags: smut, fluff, so much fluff, and even more fluff, established relationship, reader is not gendered, san is so in love, he's so in love!!!! and it's so fluffy!!! and he can cook, but he's a little clumsy, did I mention the fluff?

trudging back home after your final exam, wanting nothing but to sink into bed and sleep through the next three years, san welcomed you with a warm bath and a home-cooked meal. and even as the moon fell to make way for the morning rays, he continued to shower you with his never-ending love.

warnings: beware!!! the fluff may be deadly, reader is not gendered (afab), morning sex, lovemaking, oral sex (f), fingering (f), unprotected sex (👎), multiple orgasms (m), multiple creampies, overstimulation, praise, edging, orgasm denial (only for a bit), nicknames (sannie; love, darling, sweetheart, baby), very sappy, so many kisses, like....a lot, san gets so desperate at one point...oh lord, so whiny too, and so in love :(

A/N: this has been a wip since april and I kinda abandoned it because uni was beating my ass,, buuut I figured it would be a great (belated) birthday fic for san!! (´ ε ` )♡ and happy birthday to my favourite himbo ^^ happy reading! please consider reblogging/leaving feedback if you enjoy my work~ ><

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

Your soaked sneakers slammed over the pavement, splashing into the puddles of rainwater showering the Earth. The umbrella you held onto for dear life did nothing to protect you from the downpour, your lower half left helpless to the droplets the wind pushed at it, darkening your jeans to match the overcast sky under which you were walking. The revision notes felt heavy in the bag slung over your shoulder, and you wanted nothing but to burn them and have a barbeque over the flame to celebrate the end of your semester.

Dragging your sore body through the streets and into the shelter of your apartment building, you found yourself out of breath by the time you arrived at your front door. Your arm felt like deadweight as you raised it to unlock your door with languid movements. You lugged your body through the entrance and into the joint living area and kitchen, eyes falling on the tall figure of Choi San, all broad shoulders and glowing skin, swaying his hips to the music playing from his phone, masking the jingle of your keys. A sudden rush of energy – though miniscule – pushed you towards the man, your arms snaking around his waist, his body jolting in your hold and the ladle in his hand rising in defense with a throaty scream.

“Ah! (Y/n)- Fuck-” He slumped over the stove, the steam from the bubbling pot brushing over the smooth skin of his face. “You scared me, sweetheart,” he laughed breathlessly.

You managed a half-hearted apology and a giggle as you pressed your head to his bicep to watch as tofu and an array of vegetables danced in the brownish broth, the pleasant aroma making your stomach rumble against San’s back. He laughed to himself, dropping the ladle into the pot and twisting his body to face you, his arms encircling your shoulders and bringing you closer to his body.

“The jjigae needs a while longer to be ready,” he brushed his hand over the back of your head. “I should’ve started cooking earlier, sorry.”

You leaned in to press a kiss to his pouty lips and shook your head, an easy smile stretching your mouth. It baffled you how you were barely conscious a few minutes ago, but upon laying your eyes on San, wrapping yourself up in his arms, inhaling the uniqueness of his scent – a blend of bergamot and sage, with a hint of baby powder – you felt revived, ready to conquer the world (even though a certain man with broad shoulders and a pretty smile would fight every entity that opposed you before you had the chance to lift a finger).

“I don’t mind waiting,” you pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth before leaning away to admire the stupid smile on his face, his eyes glowing with unrivaled adoration.

“How about I run you a bath, hm? Dinner should be done by the time you finish.” His fingers rubbed small, warming circles over the damp material of the coat you didn’t bother shrug off upon entry, too engrossed in greeting your boyfriend.

You nodded, an easy smile twisting the corners of your lips as you swayed gently in San’s arms. He took you in, from the way the wind had left your locks dishevelled to the dark circles under your weary eyes. San could see your mismatched socks through the slight gap separating your bodies. They weren’t even similar colours—proof of how exhausted you actually were. He cupped your jaw, and you felt the drag of the bandages wrapped around two of his fingers across your cheek. You grabbed his hand and held it in front of you, shooting a glare at him while he sheepishly looked to the side. Injuries were inevitable when you leave a man who can’t even walk straight alone with a sharp knife. Though, scolding San for hurting himself while doing something so thoughtful was not within your capabilities. The guilt would eat at your insides for weeks until it left a hollow cavity brimming with rue and self-condemnation.

You brought the bandaged fingers to your lips, pressing tender kisses to the wounded skin. “Thank you, Sannie,” you gently spoke. For everything you do for me, you silently added. And the smile on San’s face told you he understood.

He had every little detail about you engraved into his mind, from the blemishes decorating your skin to the way your eyes spoke to him when putting your thoughts into words proved to be a task too difficult. You sometimes felt like San knew you better than you did yourself, recognizing exactly what you need before you even had the chance to think about it. And whenever you felt self-conscious about not being as perceptive, San was quick to assure you that you did more than enough for him, that your smile alone could solve all his predicaments.

San led you to the bathroom, turning away from you as you began to strip. He sat at the edge of the bathtub, switching on the water and holding his hand under the tap until he deemed it warm enough, plugging the drain and getting up. Turning back around, San’s eyes fixed on your exposed skin while he blindly reached for the cabinet, tracing the swell of your breasts and the curvature of your waist, blinking slowly as he felt saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of you before him.

And then he met your eyes, freezing in place when you raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat – a little louder than he’d intended – and hoped you wouldn’t notice the bright red tinting his cheeks as he desperately scrambled to grab onto the handle, flinging the cabinet door open and effectively hiding his face behind the wood. You stifled a laugh, shoving your clothes into the laundry basket while San rummaged through the items stored underneath the sink, pulling out a rose-shaped bath bomb. He stood back up, smiling like an idiot when he turned to face you again, the previous timidity nowhere to be seen as he ogled your bare body with newfound confidence.

“You’re insufferable,” you grimaced, shying away from his gaze.

He breathed out a laugh, the fondness glimmering in his eyes sending a wave of warmth through your body and straight to your heart, sensing as it swelled with adoration. You wondered what you might have done in a previous life that deemed you deserving of Choi San—a man who never failed to make you feel loved, cherished, wanted.

“Stop it,” you whined when San’s eyes remained on you, though not moving off your face.

“It’s hard to look away from you, darling,” he swooned, putting his arms up to protect himself from the towel you threw his way, a soft chuckle echoing in the bathroom.

You waited for him to turn his back to you before allowing the smile you’d been holding back to sneak onto your face, tilting your head down to shield it from view. San didn’t bother hiding his own, dimples sinking into his cheeks as he dropped the bath bomb into the tub, watching it fizz and leak a soft shade of pink into the water.

“Let me know if the water’s too hot,” San spoke, making his way back to you.

He held your face in his hands, pressing his lips to your forehead before pulling away with an easy smile wrinkling the corners of his eyes. You hummed a ‘thank you,’ passing San to step into the water, jolting when a warm palm landed on your ass, the sound reverberating between the walls.

“Yah!” You yelled and watched as the culprit escaped, leaving behind a trail of high-pitched giggles to keep you company.

You shook your head, a smile on your lips, and continued your descent into the warm bath. You relaxed your body, sighing contently when the water brushed the tip of your nose, feeling the weariness of this past month melt away into nothing.

San placed two bowls of rice down on the dining table beside a pair of empty ones, walking back to the stove to grab the bubbling pot of stew. The distant roar of the hairdryer stopped, and the bathroom door swung open down the hall. You walked out, a trail of steam following you as you made your way to the kitchen to watch San place the pot down on the wooden table. He straightened up and an easy smile took over his lips when his eyes landed on you—dressed in one of his hoodies, your cheeks flushed from the warm bath. You found yourself rushing into his open arms, burying your face into San’s chest and making a home in his cordial embrace. He nuzzled his cheek against the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and pressing a kiss to your hair.

San placed another peck to your temple before pulling away and leading you to a chair, pulling it out, and waiting for you to sit down before pushing it back in. You shook your head and huffed out a laugh at the simple, yet endearing gestures engraved so deeply into San’s mannerisms. You’d thought they would’ve stopped after a couple months of dating, but here you were, quite a few years in and he remained the gentleman you had fallen in love with on a windy autumn afternoon.

San walked around the table and took the seat across from you, reaching for the ladle and pouring stew into one of the empty bowls, handing it to you before filling up his own. You smiled, inhaling the steam dancing above your bowl, exhaling with a deep, happy hum. You picked up your spoon, scooping up some of the rice and dipping it into the stew before bringing it to your mouth. You blew on it, aware of San’s eyes on you, gauging your reaction as you chewed on the food.

“Be honest,” he spoke, the smile on his lips carrying a hint of tension and anxiety.

You knew he cared the most about your opinion, and wanting nothing but to see the dimples sinking into his cheeks, you fluttered your eyes shut and swayed your body from side to side while humming exaggeratedly. “Mmm! Sannie, this is the best meal I’ve ever had!”

You reached across the table to cover his hand with your palm, and he didn’t waste time flipping it over and giving yours a squeeze. The smile stretching his lips nearly split his face open, a bright red colouring his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “It’s my mum’s recipe,” he scratched at his nape with his free hand.

You felt your chest well up with infatuation, fondness, love. Choi San occupied every inch of your being, and he was wholly unaware of it all—the effect he had on you, how you melted into putty in hands whenever he smiled your way. The gentle touches, the sappy flirting. He drove you crazy at times, and you wondered when you became greedy, wanting to rob the dimpled man of every last drop of his love.

“Well, you did it justice. It’s delicious,” you mirrored the smile he was giving you.

Your fingers remained entwined throughout dinner, even when San directed his spoon towards you, shoveling half of his own portion into your mouth despite your complaints. You tried doing the same, but for every spoon you pushed past his lips, he fed you two back until you were on the verge of exploding, swearing on every living family member you had that another bite would make your heart stop. San only laughed, extending his free arm to brush away the grain of rice stuck to the corner of your mouth, leaning back and sucking the food off his thumb with a coy smile.

You cleared your throat, ignoring the flash of warmth coursing through your body at the action. You were so adorable, San thought, getting up when you did, plastering himself to your back and waddling with you to the living room. You held onto his arms where they were crossed around your chest, stopping by the couch before unwinding your limbs and twisting around to face him. With his hands on your waist, San urged you closer until your arms wrapped around his neck, leaning down to press his mouth to yours.

The kiss was soft, your lips slotting perfectly over each other while you shared your body heat, your fingers tangling in the hair at San’s nape and lightly scratching at the skin. San parted from you only to place tender pecks over your pouted lips, trailing his own over the plushness and to your cheeks, nuzzling his nose against them before pulling away. He walked you backwards until the backs of your knees met the couch, dropping you gently onto the cushion. You found yourself wrapped in your favourite blanket before you could complain about San's hands not being on you, tucked into the corner of the couch with a movie playing on the TV. With a kiss to your forehead and a whispered “I’ll be right back,” San walked back to the kitchen, giggling menacingly at your displeased grumbling.

San’s hips swayed while he loaded the dishwasher, his thoughts revolving around a certain individual impatiently waiting for him on the couch. An individual he was helplessly infatuated with, having built his future in his mind around them—around their interests, their occupation, their preferred paint colour, their desired pet, whether he’d have to build a cot at some point in his life. He rinsed down the spoons while thinking back to the first time he saw you—sat on a bench under the yellowing tree, bright red and orange colouring the dying leaves. How lucky he was, San thought, to still be looked at the same way by the person he was in love with. All starry eyes and warm smiles, as though he’d built you a kingdom with nothing but his calloused hands.

Slipping off his bright pink rubber gloves, he made his way past the dining table and into the living area, his bare feet padding across the carpeted floor and stopping right in front of your sleeping figure. He mooned over your resting face for a few moments, the TV playing idly in the background as he studied the soft furrow of your eyebrows, the gentle grip you had on the corner of the blanket in which you were wrapped up in, the thin line of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth and onto the cushion under your head. San's fist tightened in resistance, the squeal tickling the base of his throat fighting to be let out as he barely held back the aggressive stomps. Everything about you drove him insane, even when you were doing something as simple as fulfilling a basic human need. He took you in for longer than he’d wish to confess, trailing his eyes over every inch of your face before snapping out of the trance he’d found himself in, a dribble of saliva leaving his own mouth while fondness brimmed in his chest.

He scooped you up in his arms, careful not to awaken you, small, light steps carrying him to your shared bedroom. Abruptly stopping in the middle of the hallway, San bit down on his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut when you nuzzled your face into his chest, resisting the urge to cover your face in kisses. His grip on you tightened and he willed his legs to move, taking a few – slightly hurried – strides through the hallway and into your room.

Delicately placing you under the covers, San untangled you from the fluffy blanket and threw it over the duvet—the night grew cold now that winter was inching closer. He made a quick work of his clothes, throwing on a hoodie not strained with splotches of soybean paste before slipping into bed. His arm naturally slid under your head, his other arm snaking around your waist and tucking you into his chest, a satisfied exhale blowing out of your nose. Sleep found him fleetly, hints of rose mixing with your natural scent to surround him with familiar amenity, your body soft and pliant against his. Pressing his lips to your forehead, San wrapped himself around you and allowed the gentle tugs of slumber to shut his eyes, his last thoughts circling around the person in his arms, hoping the next day would come quickly, wanting nothing more but to drown them in his affection.

Streaks of gold filtered through the chiffon curtains, the sheer material futile against the aurous beams of light revering the start of the new day. Peeking your eyes open, you blinked away the contrasting brightness of your room, shadows splayed over the disordered sheets and a warm body plastered to your side. San’s head lay lower on the pillow, his exhales blowing over your neck, features softened in tranquility while his chest rose and fell with each breath. You wondered if he was dreaming of you.

Your shoulders felt light, your breathing easy, and the stress of assignments and exams gone with the moonless night, the new sun casting shadows over the face tucked into your neck. San had been so patient with you, planning dates around your busy schedule and racking up the phone bill as he pulled recipe after recipe from his mother every evening. While you were too immersed in reading articles, San made sure you didn’t skip meals, that your water bottle was always full and sitting on the right side of your desk, that your shared home remained clean, that the knots in your shoulders never wound too tight, his delicate fingers working over your muscles as you clung to his torso at night. And though he never deprived you of his affection, you felt an untamable need for him, a wildfire burning in your gut as you took in his resting features.

You started off gentle, your lips feathering over San’s temple and down to his cheekbone, quickly growing frustrated at the continued evenness of his breath. So the needy, openmouthed kisses began, leaving a thin sheen of saliva in the shape of your lips reflecting the morning rays, your fingers brushing dark strands off his forehead to plant kisses there as well. You felt his nose twitch as you pecked down the bridge, the subtle pouting of his lips curling the corners of yours.

Your hands made their way under San’s sleep shirt, your nails dragging over his spine before splaying your palms out to feel the warmth of his skin. You threw your leg over his hip, shuffling closer to his body and trailing your lips down to his cupid’s bow. “Sannie,” kiss, “wake up,” kiss.

He peeked an eye open to look at you, quickly shutting it as he stretched out his limbs, a deep groan echoing in his chest. He relaxed back in your arms, blinking his eyes in quick succession to peer at you with hints of his dream still playing in his head.

“’Morning,” he mumbled, the rasp in his voice only adding to your need for him, his knuckles running over the slope of your jawline.

You leaned down to kiss him again, a slow dancing of lips while the thrushes and blackbirds sang a melody on your windowsill. San was still waking up, you knew that, yet you couldn’t help but nestle closer, holding his face and nuzzling your nose into the side of his as you deepened the kiss. It took him a few seconds to notice your restlessness, your hand slipping off his jaw to run over his sides, sliding under the hem of his shirt and squeezing at the flesh of his waist.

Shaking the last of his drowsiness away, he rolled your bodies sideways until he had you on your back, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and lust. San knew you better than you knew yourself, you remembered as he leaned over you to press a firm, closemouthed kiss to your lips, followed by a trail of tender pecks down your neck. “What’s got you so needy this early in the morning?”

You could feel his smile on your skin as he peppered your neck with kisses, dragging his teeth over your pulse point. “Missed you,” you breathed out, fingers curling around the material hugging his broad shoulders. “Want you.”

San hummed, low in his throat, “I’m here, I’m all yours.” His hands coasted over your sides and down to your hips to hook his fingers into your waistband, slowly sliding off your bottoms and panties in one go, his lips pressing over every inch of newly exposed skin.

Your pants and his haphazardly thrown behind him, San ran both hands down your inner thighs to spread you open, slotting himself between your legs and leaning over you to dot kisses over your jawline and cheeks. “Can I taste you, my darling?”

The rough material of his boxers pressed against your mound, your vision blurring at the friction. “But I want you,” you whined, sliding a hand down his back and resting it over his firm ass to pull him closer.

“Just for a little bit,” he kissed at your pouty lips, grinding his hips into you, the hard outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric. “Please? ‘Wanna feel you on my tongue.”

A shiver ran through you, and you nodded hesitantly, watching as San descended your body with a muttered ‘thank you.’

‘Just for a little bit’ faded into the illuminated dust swimming in the air around you, your mind disconnecting from reality the moment San’s lips found your pussy. It felt like hours in a realm of ecstasy, hot arousal gushing out of you with every suck to your clit, your vision blurring when thick fingers breached your entrance. San lapped at your cunt like a starved man, his tongue flattening over your swollen nub while you desperately rolled your hips over his face, exhaling breathy moans as you neared your high for the nth time, only for him to anchor you down on the mattress with an arm over your lower belly, retracting his tongue to press tender kisses over and around your slit.

“No, no,” you whined as your orgasm dwindled, tears pooling in your eyes and your hands tugging at his dark strands, attempting to push his face back onto you. His fingers curled inside you, pushing up into your g-spot to remind you of their presence, hips slowly rutting into the sheets under him. “Sannie, please.”

He slipped out of you to trail soft kisses along the heated skin as he journeyed up your body, pressing his lips to the pout on yours before pulling away to take you in—all teary eyes and slick skin, gilded under the early rays. Strong arms enclosed around you, soft tufts of dark hair tickling the side of your neck as San dipped his head onto your shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in the familiar scent of your bodywash, a hint of your shampoo tickling his senses as he basked in your warmth. A muttered echo of his name broke him away from you, his lips parting off your skin to allow a string of curses exit, his leaking cock now burrowed between your folds, cockhead teasing over your clit. “Are you ready for me, love?”

Your frantic nodding and pleas brought a smile to his face, lowering himself over you again to gather you into his arms, his hand sliding between your bodies to align himself with your waiting cunt. Your hips jumped when his thick girth breached your entrance, your nails dragging down San’s spine at the gradual stretch. Feathery pecks turned into open-mouthed kisses over your face, San’s heavy breaths interrupted by the comforting gesture. He trailed his lips down your jaw to nuzzle his nose into the skin below your ear, his pants growing into shaky moans when his cock fully sheathed within you, the gentle squeeze of your walls around him shaking his body with violent shivers.

“Please move,” you tried, rolling your hips in protest, and San’s hands scrambled to stop you.

“W-wait, fuck-”

His body convulsed atop yours, a gravelly grunt ripping through his chest as a familiar warmth spread through your lower belly. His cock twitched inside you, spurting pathetic ropes of cum while he curled in on himself, shuddering as his orgasm washed over him unexpectedly with repeated apologies on his tongue. Your hand smoothed over his back, rubbing soothing circled into his skin while he recovered, imagining the bright red coating the cheeks he was hiding from you.

“San?”

He hummed, his voice small.

“Can you look at me?”

He shook his head, soft strands grazing over your skin at the motion.

“Why not?”

He paused, and you could feel the warmth of his face on your shoulder, “’m embarrassed,” he mumbled.

Your palms cupped his heated cheeks, prying him off your skin and holding his head above you to look at him properly. Teary, half-lidded eyes stared back at you, flushed cheeks squished inwards and his lips pouted in chagrin. You guided his face down to yours, pressing comforting kisses over his eyebrow and temple, “no need to be embarrassed, love.”

He huffed out a breath, tilting his head to slot his lips over yours, leaving a chaste kiss on your mouth before wrapping his arms around you to bring you into his chest. His hips began rolling into yours before you could question it, a breathy moan blowing over San’s collarbone as his cock glided over your walls.

“Missed you so much,” he planted a kiss on the side of your neck, “couldn’t help it, ‘felt so good,” he rambled into your skin.

You could feel his cock chubbing up inside you again, San’s soft grunts echoing in your ear as he pushed through the overstimulation. Languid grinding turned into pointed thrusts, rough palms running over the outside of your thighs and guiding them around his waist, waiting until your feet locked at the small of his back before readjusting his angle. With San’s body covering yours and his mouth on your neck, he aimed his cockhead at your g-spot with shallow drives into your sopping heat. He grazed his teeth over your pulse point, a shiver running through you as he littered an array of faint bruises over the column of your throat. In a couple hours, your skin would become a palette of blues and purples, and San would sheepishly scratch at his neck while you reprimanded him for his messy colouring.

San’s cock stilled inside you, moving only to glide the remainder of his length between your fluttering walls. “Where did you go?” Of course he’d caught you zoning out. “I thought I'd get you all to myself now that you were done with exams,” the pout on his lips pulled at your heart strings.

Your fingers ran through his hair, and you leaned upward to peck at his lips, “you have me, Sannie, I’m all yours.”

San smiled, sliding a hand under you to cup the back of your head, catching your lips in a kiss laced with the thick essence of yearning and lust—as though he couldn’t bare part with you ever again, not even to grab a glass of water. “Mine, mine, mine,” he recited against your lips, moving down to pepper kisses over the bruises painting your skin. “Gonna fuck you so full, sweetheart, ‘make sure everyone knows you’re my sweet baby.”

Your hand reached down to his thigh, grazing the soft skin and trailing upward until your palm cupped his plump ass, urging his hips forward and into your cunt. “Want it, please, want you so bad.”

His lips found yours, parting to run his tongue over your cupid’s bow before planting soft, delicate kisses over the corners of your mouth. Your nails dug into the flesh of his ass, eyes rolling back as he pounded into you with boiling desperation. Utterances of ‘missed you’ vibrated over your skin, your chests flush and nipple grazing over each other every time San bucked into you, his words broken-up by airy moans. Through the thick haze coating your brain, you recognized the tingle in your stomach warning you of your impending orgasm, San’s frantic hands touching every patch of skin available to him, his teeth nibbling on the skin of your collarbones while he fucked into you uncontrollably.

“Gonna cum,” he breathed out, lifting his head to take you in with glassy eyes. “Hngh! ‘Missed you so fucking much,” he pulled you into his chest, only to lean back two second later to admire your fucked-out expression—staring back at him with hooded eyes, pleasure soaring through your body and disrupting every thought, San’s relentless pace as he hammered his cock into your pulsating cunt barreling you closer to the edge. “So perfect,” he pushed the damp hair off your forehead. “Gonna fuck you full, darling, can I? ‘Wanna give you all I have,” he babbled, slurring his words as tears welled up in his eyes, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

“Nghh! G-give it to me, Sannie,” you tightened your legs around him, pushing him further into you and clenched around him.

San’s hips stuttered, his steady rhythm replaced with erratic pounding, his cock filling you up before slipping out, only to thrust back into you without relent. The edging, San’s mouth on your clit, his fingers stuffed inside you, only to pull away every time you came close to an orgasm, and now, his cock pressing into you g-spot while his pelvis grinded over your sensitive nub—you weren’t sure which factor pushed you over the edge, except you found yourself tumbling down a verdant, sunlit hill, wildflowers and dandelions sweeping over your skin in your descent. Your vision blurred, the silhouette of a man brimming with adoration going in and out of focus, the soft melody of moans and echoes of your name reverberating in the back of your mind as your orgasm finally rushed through you, your nerves aflame and body jolting over the soiled sheets.

For what felt like hours, he guided you through your high. Leisurely grinds of his hips, rocking back and forth with his cock sheathed deep within you, even after ropes of white joined the previous load he’d fucked into you, your bodies spasming together as tinges of overstimulation mingled with pleasure. His eyes scanned your face, studying the subtle shifts in your features while his hands roamed your body—from the twitch of your eyebrow to the upward curl of your mouth; palms dipping into the contour of your waist, and curving over the slope of your hips, holding you delicately while you trembled in his arms. He slipped out of you at the first whimper leaving your lips, his muscles slackening as the shots of pleasurable pain subsided.

The mattress jumped, San’s body falling sideways into the space beside you, his arms instantly working on tugging you closer to him, inhaling the flowery scent of your shampoo while digging his fingers into the knots in your back.

San’s soft humming carried on until the sun found its locus in the cloudless sky, the rays sharp where they snuck through the gap in your curtains. You slipped in and out of consciousness, the warm body cradling you and the patterned rise and fall of its chest spreading a veil of tranquility over the quiet room. The peacefulness resided even as San pulled you out of bed and into the shower, washing off the sweat and grime with wandering hands and impish touches, high-pitched giggles and squeals echoing between the tiled walls.

It felt like deja’vu, finding yourself curled up in a fluffy blanket on the couch, except this time, San’s firm body enveloped yours while you sipped on your coffee, feline eyes moving off the TV every time you brought the mug to your lips, watching their subtle pout as you swallowed down the steaming liquid. His gaze flitted lower, examining the splashes of purple and blue decorating your neck with a fond—and slightly cocky—smile stretching his lips.

You remained entrapped within each other’s warmth, the sunlight shifting hues every other hour, from a burning yellow to a warm orange, mixing with magenta and rose when the orb of light neared the horizon. Characters moved around on the large screen: Mulan, then Rapunzel, and now Ariel, the baritone of San’s voice harmonizing with the various ballads blasting through the speakers, your hearty giggles filling up the room when he slipped away from you to dance along with Sebastian to ‘Under the Sea.’

Securing him back in your arms, you watched the rest of the movie in peace, humming the remaining songs and arguing who would get to be the purple mermaid next time you went swimming, the empty bowls of leftover jjigae resting idly on the coffee table, their ceramic reflecting the changing hues of the dying sun.

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dollywoo · 5 months ago

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woosan! — no one’s gonna hurt you, darling. not while im around.

a small woosan hurt/comfort oneshot! sorry for the messy writing, its been awhile lol and im sleepy! i hope u guys like it ! <3

tw: violence, injury, blood, weapons, mentions of assault, symptoms of trauma !!

pairings: fighter!san x nurse!wooyoung

san found himself lost in a daze, his almond orbs admiring the view that laid before him — how the sunlight laid perfectly on the tanned skin of his beloved lover. his gaze wandered along the other’s physique, how the slight breeze caused the younger’s baggy sweater to flow ever so slightly whilst his arm extended towards something. the raven haired male refused to look away from the true masterpiece before him, that was until his favorite tune crashed into his ears.

“sannie! are you even listening? hello?” wooyoung whined out, a slight pout laid on his plush lips, san wanted nothing more than to kiss that pout away.

“huh? what? yeah of course” the older lied, his gaze tearing away to land on what his boyfriend was pointing at.

this caused the younger to roll his eyes, tucking strands of blonde behind his ears adorned with dazzling earrings, one ear was decorated beautifully with a star shaped stud, the other was the matching set — a chain hanging down from his pierced helix to attach to the moon stud that sat at the lobe of his ear, another star dangling to his jawline. “you’re an awful liar, san” wooyoung scoffed, playfully slapping the broad shoulder of the older.

orbs filled with constellations moved from the taller back to the sight that wooyoung was fixated on — a cute bakery with pastries of every color fixated in the window. he wanted to try every single one!

“lets go there? sannie? pleasseeee” the younger knew damn good and well that san could never really resist his pleading, especially when he incorporated his classic pout and puppy dog eyes.

san let out a soft giggle, rolling his eyes. before he could even speak the blonde knew he had him, he was the fighter’s only weakness. ever since the two moved to america, the taller had been booking more fights and winning each one — all with his most prized possession by his side — jung wooyoung.

“of course, pup.” san cooed lovingly, he knew that he could never say no to that face, even after 5 years of dating, he could never say no to him. if wooyoung asked for him to stop a train with his bare hands he damn sure would try. anything for him. anything.

after all, the couple did deserve a nice treat before san’s next appearance in the ring in a few hours, right?

letting out a high pitched giggle of joy, the smaller grabbed his lover’s hand and dragged him in the direction of the baked goods. even though san was much stronger, he allowed for his boy to drag him anywhere.

before they both knew it, they had arrived at the counter, ran by a young man that definitely didnt care much for the job — annoyance evident as the giggling blonde ran inside, his raven haired boyfriend following closely behind. wooyoung didnt mind it much, he never really did.

san on the other hand was eyeing him down, almost daring him to say anything that would upset his precious boy. this caused for his bruised hands to squeeze the smaller’s, pulling him closer.

the atmosphere was different — threatening even, this caused for the fighter’s catlike gaze to scan the area, landing on three men in suits laughing and eyeing what was his. their sickening gaze running up and down wooyoung’s physique, landing on the back of his tight jeans. all the while, wooyoung was ordering some treats for the couple, as san watched the men like a guard dog. his grip became tighter on the blonde, he was sure to bruise the next day.

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the entire time as they sat in the bakery, the couple talked for what seemed like hours, however san’s guard was never down, clenching his fists underneath the table until the three men left. after this, he was finally able to relax — atleast thats what he thought.

“whats wrong, honey?” a concerned tone came from the younger, tilting his head as he analyzed san’s beautiful features, frowning at the scars he had acquired from his fights over the years. wooyoung was a pacifist, if you could believe it, however the two had to make ends meet and due to san’s extensive training, fighting was his best shot. the blonde was always eager to stitch his wounds, learning almost everything he could about medical care just to take care of his san.

san was taken aback, not realizing his jaw had been clenched this whole time, he couldve swore he was hiding his possessiveness, but wooyoung could read him like a book. despite this, the toned male refused to worry his boyfriend, assuming the danger had passed anyway. “just worried about my fight tonight, that dude’s huge!” he lied, hoping that his boyfriend would believe him.

raising his brow, a small giggle left wooyoung’s lips, “c’mon, sannie…ive seen you knockout dudes 3 times your size!!” he refuted, rolling his eyes. san was relieved that he had believed him.

“babe! hes like seven foot, 300 pounds! i heard he has a mean right hook…” san laughed, a pout settling on his own plush lips.

“you got this you big baby!” the blonde teased, rolling his eyes, “c’mon, lets get back to the hotel so you can rest before you fight goliath!”

at this, san rolled his eyes, standing from his seat and grabbing his boyfriend’s hand, leading the younger out of the bakery. the sun had set, the sky adorned with gorgeous constellations. had the sun really set that quickly?

“maybe you’re ri—“

wait. why was his hand empty?

“woo?” san questioned, whipping his head towards where his boyfriend SHOULD be. only to be met by the closed sign being flipped on the bakery door.

then, something that shone brightly laid on the pavement, no…no it cant be.

his bruised hands reached for the item, dropping to his knees. he prayed before opening his hand, though he knew exactly what it was.

wooyoung’s star earring.

then, a whimper.

his wooyoung’s whimper.

“WOO?!” san’s voice boomed into the dark, bouncing off the walls of the alley to the right of the bakery entrance. without a second thought, san ran full speed into the darkness, he cursed himself the entire way, vowing to make sure whoever touched his beautiful sunshine would never see the light of day again. this was a promise to not only himself, but to wooyoung.

he nearly fell flat on his face when he stopped in his tracks, the sight before him caused his vision to darken and his heart to drop.

the three men from before, one had the blonde pinned to the brick wall littered with graffiti, while the other had a hold of wooyoung’s bag, emptying out to locate any valuables. while the third —

the feeling of cold steel pressing to the back of his slicked back locks of obsidian stopped his thought process. there he was, the third.

tears filled the younger’s brunette orbs once he locked eyes with his boyfriend, crying out, “no please! just take all of my shit, please! dont hurt him, please..” his voice sounded so defeated at the end, cutting off as his own heart sank.

without his sannie, he was nothing.

“oh look, the pretty bitch is crying” the one that held the smaller against the wall taunted before using his free hand to land a harsh slap across his cheek, right on his mole, the mole that he loved to call his dot. this enraged san, jaw clenched.

“the only bitch here is you, broke enough you have to steal from us, huh? then fuck with someone way smaller than you?” san spat, glare locked directly onto the male. “you are pathetic.”

san didnt give a fuck about the barrel pressed to the back of his skull, all he cared about in this moment was wooyoung. his wooyoungie. angered eyes panned back to his boyfriend.

is…

is that blood?

all feeling was lost as crimson began to pour from wooyoung’s flawless skin, from the cheek that was struck a mere second before. all of a sudden, all san could see was red.

catching the man behind him offguard, the fighter grabbed the barrel of the gun, snatching it from him and sharply smashing it against his head. the culprit fell to the ground, blood pooling underneath as san faced his attention to the one that had a hold on his wooyoung, charging him and tackling him to the ground. the gun was tossed towards wooyoung, who slid down the wall, knees against his chest as he watched this scene unfold. his hand reached for the pistol, just in case.

san was rabid, uncontrollable — the sickening thuds of his fists connecting with the man’s face were unforgettable and nonstop. the taller hit him over, and over, and over.

all san could hear was the ringing in his ears, all he could see was blood.

“NO! —“ pop

what was that?

pop pop pop

wooyoung.

shaky hands held onto the smoking pistol as a terrified wooyoung stared lifelessly at the man next to san, who had forgotten about the third male. the man had tried to attack him as the fighter was too focused on beating the one who had touched his wooyoung to a bloodied pulp.

san’s eyes went from the still body to his side, then to the look on wooyoung’s face.

he looked numb.

wooyoung felt as if the life had been sucked out of him, the stinging of his cheek no longer was felt, he felt nothing. his mind was blank, all he could hear was the sound of gunshots — the ones he had fired.

then, his eyes met san’s, he felt warm again. his gaze drifted down to his beloved’s bloodied and cut knuckles, instantly dropping the gun and crawling towards him.

“sannie…” his gentle hands caressed the fighter’s, examining the damage and immediately running to his bag to grab his supplies, thankful that they were still intact.

“woo, honey…”

the blonde returned, beginning to clean his boyfriend’s wounds with alcohol, ringing in his ears filled his mind as he continued his work, his heart felt so heavy. he tried to keep his mind off of what happened, the hands all over him…the cold steel in his hands…the gunshots…

“wooyoung.” san’s voice finally broke through the impenetrable thoughts that plagued the blonde’s mind, “honey, you’re crying.”

sure enough, tear drops had been falling onto the bandaged knuckles that belonged to san, causing wooyoung to quickly reach up to wipe his own tears. his hands were covered in both his and san’s blood. “imsorry” he whispered in a small, hushed voice, his body trembling as he felt his boyfriend begin to bandage his cheek.

the alcohol burned, bringing feeling back to his numbed brain. “no apologies.” san whispered lovingly, orbs filled with admiration traced the outlines of wooyoung’s face as he patched him up.

woo only watched, his teary eyes admiring the duality of his lover, feeling himself chew on his bottom lip as he admired how the moonlight danced on san’s honeykissed skin. all of the negative thoughts left, in that moment it was just him and san.

before he knew it, the blonde was being scooped up into the taller male’s toned arms, bag being placed in his lap as san cooed softly. “so proud of you, baby. its okay…everything’s okay..”

san’s words were warmer than sunlight on a summers day, wrapping around wooyoung in a protective blanket that caused the younger to smile. though he never thought he would again.

“let’s go home, youngie. im skipping the fight.” san spoke softly, exiting the alleyway as wooyoung found purchase in the crook of his protector’s neck, leaving small kisses on his glistening skin.

his raven haired savior carried his prince the entire way home, vowing to never let his boyfriend out of his sight ever again.

this was a promise he would keep, even after death.

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bunnakit · 28 days ago

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PART 1 (you are here) | PART 2 | PART 3

Wooyoung dragged San forward, breath freezing in his lungs as he pressed their foreheads firmly together. He clenched his jaw until he was certain he heard a tooth crack and squeezed his eyes shut until he saw bursts of light behind his lids. Every moment felt like agony, Sans battered body swaying slightly on his feet as exhaustion made him near-pliant.

This couldn't continue and Wooyoung loved San enough to let him go. He would be fine, he’d get another manager (a better manager,) one that didn't push him too far or put him in danger, and eventually Wooyoung would become nothing more than the blip at the edge of his memory.

But he would never forget San; the sea could never forget the land, the moon could never forget the sun, and Wooyoung could never, ever forget the force of nature that was Choi San.

“You did good, Sannie,” he could feel his breath fill the space between them, spackle in the gaps. “Go rest now.”

San’s cross-eyed gaze and lopsided smile tore at Wooyoung’s heart like a cat’s claws against a muslin curtain.

“We’ll celebrate tomorrow, yeah?” He asked and Wooyoung, the coward that he was, smiled and gently squeezed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, we’ll get everyone together. Drinks on you.” He joked and hoped it was convincing, hoped San didn’t see the viscous ichor that bubbled up his throat and threatened to choke him on his falsehoods.

Just one more day. He’d give San (and himself, always selfishly thinking about himself) just one more day before he went back to his old life and vanished from San’s. It was foolish of him to think he could continue the charade, to shirk his duties and abandon his family. His rebellion was not worth San’s life and he was not worthy of San.

Wooyoung felt like he spent the first half of the day with a weight pressing down against his shoulders, crushing him further and further into a hole he dug with his own greedy hands. Now, hunched over his drink in the corner of the club he stared down at those hands - hands that tainted everything they touched. He should be smiling, mingling, putting on a show, but thankfully everyone was focused on San tonight (just as he deserved.)

“Youngie!” Well, almost everyone except the man himself.

“Hey baby,” His muscles almost cramped with how quickly he grinned, his entire face no doubt lighting up like a lake in the morning sun. It was easy when San shone so brightly; he just wished his eyes sparkled in his reflection but he knew their luster had dimmed tonight.

“You’ve been sitting here most of the night. C’mon, let’s get some fresh air.” San urged, arm around his shoulders and tipsy body swaying against him. It had barely been an hour but San never could hold his alcohol. Sometimes Wooyoung was jealous.

“Alright, alright. Get up, let’s go.” He shoved at San’s side until he was standing from the booth. He hadn’t expected San to grab his wrist and practically drag him towards the back exit, the one that wasn’t for public use but the manager had never stopped them from using whenever they wanted to creep home unseen.

“Sannie what-” Wooyoung’s breath was stolen from his very lungs as his lips parted and hands raised on instinct alone. He groaned as the taste of strawberry Jinro and cigarettes swept across his tongue, the taste of ash not dissimilar to the taste of his own self loathing. He trailed his hand from San’s shoulder, up the strong column of his neck, and to the slightly grown out hair at the nape of his neck. It was just enough to get between his fingers and tug before directing San’s overactive lips down to his neck.

A puff of air escaped him, visible in the cold air of the back alley. The neon light that illuminated their bodies almost seemed like it was flickering in beat with his own heart; bathed in color and buzzing with the strain to stay alive. It would be better if someone just put the light out.

“Where are you?” San asked, head resting against his shoulder and glassy eyes pinched in concern as he looked up at Wooyoung, seemingly tracing every detail of his face. He always seemed to linger beneath his eye and on his lips.

“Sorry, Sannie, guess I drank more than I thought.” He laughed, arching his back slightly as he urged San back into a kiss. “C’mon, don’t stop now.”

One last time. He wanted to give himself to San one last time so he could cling to the memory when he lay in over-starched sheets that smelled of expensive detergent, alone. He wanted to remember the caress of San’s calloused hands against his skin as he tugged on suits he couldn’t remember buying from designers he’d never even heard of.

“I love you,” San whispered against his collarbone and Wooyoung hoped he didn’t hear the thick swallow that bobbed his throat. He turned his eyes to the sky in an illusion of rolling them in pleasure instead of the reality of fighting tears. “I love you so much.” He wished he could fight his tears as well as San fought in the ring. They’d never stand a chance.

“I love you too, Sannie, more than you know.” More than he would ever be able to express. He would no longer be able to lay in the nest of blankets in their banged up van, pressing feather-light kisses to each freckle and bruise painting San’s skin.

A harsh gasp flew from his lips as he felt a warm hand press against the bulge straining his no name black trousers, purchased from a second hand store down the street. He drew in a shuddering breath as San squeezed with just the right amount of pressure, playing his body like a well studied instrument.

“Youngie, can I?” He whispered and Wooyoung nodded, blinded by his arousal and the knowledge of what was to come - both now and later. They each fumbled with their zippers, knuckles bumping together and laughter swirling between as they both lifted their eyes, gazes impossibly fond.

The moment was shattered when they were finally pressed together, laughter morphing into shared pants breathed into each other’s mouths. He stroked over San’s tip just the way he liked, a glide of his thumb just over the slit, and he groaned as San squeezed on the upstroke. They had memorized each other like a map that led to the treasure of their mutual pleasure. The sob that tore from his lips was easily disguised as a sound of pleasure rather than the lament of a goodbye.

“Close, Sannie,” Wooyoung swallowed back his tears, grinding his teeth against the sobs as he pressed his forehead into the crook of San’s neck. “Just a little longer.” Please, let him live in this moment a little longer.

Sadly, all good things came to an end and soon enough they were both spilling over each other’s hands, sweat slicked skin pressed together as they each slumped forward, two bodies somehow supporting each other in their mutual brief exhaustion.

“Fuck.” San drew out the ‘f’ on an exhalation, laughing breathlessly before grabbing a handkerchief from his back pocket and carefully cleaning both their hands. He took extra time to wipe away a spatter on Wooyoung’s new watch - “A gift for the best manager and boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung returned the laugh, a weak and brittle little thing that felt wrong. “C’mon, I bet the others are wondering where we’ve disappeared off to.”

“I’m pretty sure they know.” San smirked as he tucked the bandana away and set them both to rights. His eyes were brighter, more sober, but still shining with so much joy and love. Wooyoung would see them in every expensive jewel on his stupid cuff links.

“Alright, you’re probably right. Go, I’m going to get cleaned up and I’ll meet you there.” He urged even as his teeth threatened to bite his tongue, to hold the words back in his throat until he choked on his own blood.

San nodded his agreement and gave a final playful wink and a blown kiss before slipping through the heavy metal door.

The alley suddenly felt so cold as Wooyoung pressed his back flat to the grimy wall across from the bar, sliding to the floor uncaring of whatever filth was beneath him. He stared at the flickering neon sign for some time, listening to the ambient hum. His fingers curled around the little brick in his pocket, nearly crushing. He paused when he heard a soft ‘ping’ but instead of looking down at a broken phone he instead looked up to watch the last remnants of light fade away from neon coils.

“Yeah.. Me too.” He whispered, voice hoarse as his face lit up from below from the overly bright welcome screen of his cell phone. He ignored the barrage of notifications, opening the phone app and blindly pressing a number he thought he’d never call again. It took two rings to connect.

“I need you to pick me up.”

He didn’t remember when he stood up and began walking but soon enough Wooyoung stood at the corner of the block, watching as a shiny black car pulled up far too quickly to have come from the heart of Seoul.

“What on Earth are you wearing?” A voice spoke from the backseat and his heart instantly dropped into his stomach. He fucking hated his father’s assistant.

In lieu of an answer he climbed into the back, forehead pressed to the cold glass of the window the instant his door was closed.

“Your father will be happy to hear you’ve come to your senses.” He didn’t give a fuck how his father felt about it. “Honestly, Wooyoung, a boxer?” The assistant sucked his teeth in that way that had always set Wooyoung’s teeth on edge and it took every ounce of self restraint not to show him his own boxing skills.

The car rolled away slowly and Wooyoung kept his eyes on the alley where he knew the neon sign had once shone. He wondered if anyone would ever fix it. He wondered how it was possible for him to leave San’s life as seamlessly as he had entered it. He wondered if San would ever forgive him (or if he would ever forgive himself.)

Oh well. None of it mattered anymore.

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[ AFTER SCHOOL MONTAGE ] — raim has san wrapped around her tiny five year old finger.

pairing : san x f!reader genre : idol au, parent au, fluff warnings : none!

suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie

if there was anything you were sure about it was that raim was a daddy's girl. she absolutely adored san and looked at him like he hung the stars, moon, even the sun. which of course, according to her five year old mind, he did do all those things and more.

you couldn't help the small laugh that escapes you as you and your husband walk down the sidewalk to pick raim up from school. san immediately turned to look at you with a raised eye, you could tell he was curious even with his mask covering his face.

"what are you laughing at?" he asked tilting his head, the sight reminded you of cat and only made you want to let out another chuckle.

"i was just thinking about how much raim loves you. makes me a little jealous you have all our daughter's attention," you say, the teasing tone evident in your voice that san catches onto immediately.

san let out a laugh his time as he pulled you close to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and basically tucking you into him. "you're so cute," he tells you, nuzzling his head into your crown before he's reaching down to hold your hand in his.

however, despite knowing that you aren't exactly the favorite parent, you couldn't deny the strong connection san and raim had. you remember seeing the pure and true love san had when he held raim for the first time after she was born. and then watching him do skin-to-skin contact with raim for the first time, and how san teared up, it only served to let you know that you couldn't have picked a better man to marry and have kids with.

"hey, sannie," you say tugging on your husband's hand as you both neared the school. san hummed and turned to look at while, "i love you," you tell him. san smiles at you and stops the both of you from walking further. you give him a questioning look as san pulls his mask down before yours and quickly presses a kiss to your lips before fixing both your masks.

"i love you too," he says, "don't distract me too much or else we'll be late to pick up our butterfly," he adds making you both laugh as continue walking.

"appa!" raim's voice seems to ring out around the area as your five year-old daughter runs towards you and san, mainly san. san laughs as he bends down allowing raim to run and jump into his arms.

"oh, my pretty butterfly," he says as he wraps his arms around her and picks her up. the two of them quickly shared a nose kiss, before san pulled his mask down to kiss the crown of her head. raim then turned to you and you also shared a nose kiss. "how was your day?" san asks when he puts her back down.

her tiny hand immediately wrapped around his forefinger and you couldn't help but smile at how cute the two of them looked. raim talking about her day, rambling about the things she did, and the other kids in her class while san hung onto her every word.

when you all arrived home, san immediately took raim's backpack from her as you and your daughter did her usual after school routine.

"mama, why is appa home?" she asks as she stood in front of you as you helped her change out of her school clothes and into more comfortable house clothes.

"appa got done with work early today," you tell her and she smiles as you – the same smile she shares with her father, before nodding at your words.

"can we have a tea party later? its been a while since appa joined," she says and her words make your heart clench when you realize that she's right. it has been awhile since san had been home long enough to play with her. her tea parties being a regular occasion that san had been missing lately due to ateez preparing for their comeback. you know raim has missed seeing san, only getting to see him for an hour at the most if he comes home before her bedtime.

"i'm sure he would love to join you for a tea party. why don't you go ask him, he should have your snack ready," you tell her and raim smiles at you, dimples showing, before she's racing out of her room and back into the living room-kitchen area where san was.

"appa, will you come to my tea party?" raim asks as she sits at the table with her snack in front of her.

"of course, baby," san says, smiling as he combs his fingers through her hair before he goes to join you at the counter. san presses a kiss to your cheek before he's wrapping you in his arms and hold you to his chest. "are you going to join us?" he asks you and you nod.

"me and her usually have them together with all the plushies you've bought her," you tell him with a smile, knowing that raim loves each and every one of the plushies san has bought her over the years.

"mama, will you help set my tea party up while i get our friends!" raim calls out to you after she finishes her snack.

"of course baby, what tea set do you want?"

"the kitty-cat one!" she says, and you smile knowing that's her favorite one because any thing with a cat (or mountain) on it reminds her of san.

"what do you want me to do, butterfly?" san asks catching his daughter before she's off to her room.

"you can take a seat! you're our special guest tonight!" she tells him and points over to the table that you always use when having tea parties.

"did you heard that? i'm a special guest," san says smirking at you and you can only roll your eyes at him as you set up all the cups while raim brings out her plushies and sets them up in their seats.

"appa, you have to switch seats with mama! she's always on my right. you're a special guest today, so you sit next to poppy and bianca," raim tells san when she realizes that san is in your usual spot that's next to her.

you can't help but send a smirk to san this time as you watch him get up and move. you can tell he's a little offended that his daughter didn't want him sitting next to her and instead put him next to the stuffed squirrel and tiger.

"what were you saying, special guest?" you can't help the smug look on your face, making san huff as he picked up his tea cup and took an imaginary sip out of it.

"be quiet."

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News Flash!

☾Teaser for the new Collab between @stardragongalaxy and I, Blood Moon! Rayne's teaser here ☾Chapter One | ☾Masterlist | ☾Blood Moon: The Forsaken (Rayne’s)

☾Pairing: Choi San x Named! Reader: Zephyr (f) x Jung Wooyoung ☾Au: Vampire Au ☾Trope: f2l, s2l, poly, throuple ☾Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Horror ☾Rating: 18+ MDNI ☾Word Count: 413 ☾Warnings: series will contain mentions of blood, death, violence, manipulation, hypnotism ☾Kinks: aphrodisiac, blood play, biting, lots of sex, mxm, the list goes on ☾A/N: this is coming out later than anticipated but I am so excited to dive into this world and explore it more and more. Enjoy~ ☾Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for beta'ing and being apart of the unholy trinity.

credit to haru for the banner 💞

“Zeph, You guys be careful and please be safe. The weather is acting up and these incidents are getting bad.”

You read the text quickly and a fond smile pulled at your lips. “I’ll be careful💞" you text back to your best friend.

But just in case, you turned your tv on to see what would have prompted Rayne to send you a worried text.

“Taylor here, for Channel 128. As you can see behind me, this area is all police taped off. This hiking trail is where Lee Howon and Kim Myungsoo disappeared. The police suspect a brutal dog attack from the bites on the body of Lee. If you know anything about these disappearances, you can…”

You shuddered and turned off the tv. There was enough going on within your own world to be adding to the balance some random murders in Crescent City.

“Good luck tonight, Hwa!” You texted your other friend. You hoped he didn’t chicken out and he did confess to Rayne tonight.

You got a text from Rayne and grew excited but then a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach formed upon reading the message. “Oh no, he this no, we checked, this isn’t ecscd dgnegneghrh rgne”

“Rayne? What’s going on?”

“Did you fall asleep while texting me?”

“What’s going on???”

You waited but there was nothing back, not even an indication that Rayne was texting you back. You worried but you knew it was a big night for her, so you didn’t push. Instead you texted Yunho.

“Yun, when was the last time you heard from Rayne?”

“I dropped her off half an hour ago. She should just be waiting for Hwa 😉"

“Zeph, I--” San knocked and stepped in and you screamed. San’s eyes were wide and bewildered.

You had to laugh your scare away. “Ah, sorry San. I’m a bit jumpy from a bad story on the news.”

San could tell you were hiding something from him by the way you tucked your phone under your leg but he left it alone. If only she would let me in further than just a friend, San thought to himself, I love you, Zeph.

“I’m heading to bed, just wanted to say night,” San said softly, scuffing his foot against the floor.

“Night, Sannie,” You cooed and then he closed your door.

You turned to your side, watching your phone avidly. You had a feeling you’d have a very sleepless night on this night.

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ooo 🎧 and also how you doin' bestie

TELL ME ITS OVER - JACQUEES

c.sx gn!reader / angst / toxic relationship, breakup, argument / unedited

“san, we need to talk.”

leaning further into the sofa, san paused the movie playing on the tv, not bothering to look at you. it hurt to see him barely acknowledging you, the doting man you once knew a faded memory. a dream that had floated into the past many moons ago, though neither of you wanted to address it. it was the main problem with your relationship, the two of you could never nip things in the bud. your problems would fester and grow until they were these suffocating, dark clouds, drowning you in negativity until one of you snapped. it wasn’t an effective solution, and despite neither of you being toxic people in character, the relationship had practically become chernobyl over the last month. it had come to a point where the two of you were living in silence, san opting to sleep on the sofa most nights instead of your bed.

this couldn’t go on, but neither of you could muster the courage to say the words.

in a way, san facing away made things easier. you didn’t have to look him in the eyes as you told him how you felt, you didn’t have to hold your breath in anticipation of his reaction, you didn’t need to hold in your tears. you did however have the challenge of keeping your voice from wavering, the task now seeing more daunting than previously expected.

“do you know what I want to talk about?”

the other merely shrugged, gaze boring into the tv as if he’d scared the world would fall apart if he looked away. maybe he was being callous, maybe he couldn’t face the truth of the situation without risking a damaging blow to his manhood. in all honesty, you had no clue. that was probably the worst indicator your relationship had reached an irreversible breakdown; you didn’t know him anymore.

“i don’t… shit san, you’re making this hard for me. don’t make me talk to myself.”

san sighed before slowly turning to you, your heart dropping to your stomach when you saw his tear-stained cheeks. his gaze was intense, tears still rolling down as he looked straight at you.

“that better for you?”

sighing, you began to walk to him but he merely stood up and paced back a few steps, looking away once more.

“sannie, you know what i meant-”

“no i don’t, y/n. i don’t know what anything between us is anymore. i don’t even know who i am anymore!”

gritting his jaw san moved further into the darkness of the room, trying to escape into the abyss. you looked at him for a while, seemingly looking for something before your voice came out slowly, quiet in nature and tentative in tone.

“then you know why this has to end… why we have to end.”

seemingly spurred into action by your words, san was soon in front of you, grasping your hands and talking with fervour.

“we can try, y/n. we didn’t really try, i know if we do we’ll make it work.”

you gave san a sad smile, a single tear falling as you held his cheek before letting go, standing back.

“there was a reason we didn’t try, san. i…”

you trailed off and looked behind you, the case in the doorway only now catching san’s attention. a lump grew in his throat, cutting off his airways as he froze up, his joints locking and his muscles tensing. his face couldn’t even move as you began to put on your coat and shoes, his heart pounding against his ribs, urging him to act. he wanted to run to you, beg you to stay, hold you and kiss you and whisper sweet nothings and reassure you he’d try, he’d try so hard. but you were right, there was a reason he didn’t try. as much as it hurt, he knew it wasn’t working. sniffling, you had a hand on your suitcase as you spoke your last words, wiping your eyes afterwards.

“i’m going to yeonjun’s… please don’t come for me, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

san opened his mouth, to speak, to shout, to beg, anything, but nothing came out. knowing you wouldn’t get an answer, you kept speaking, voice wavering as you tried to keep your bottom lip from wobbling.

“i’ll keep paying half the rent while i crash at jun’s.”

“don’t bother.”

“san, it’s the least i can-”

it was then that the emotions, the anger that had been building for months, surged up and out of san, like an uncontrollable tsunami or volcanic eruption.

“leave and don’t fucking come back! get the fuck out!”

you stood there for a second, stunned until you took your keys from your pocket and threw them at the floor, the metal making a jarring sound as it skidded to san’s feet. your voice was more hurt than angry as you replied, tone venomous as tears now streamed easily.

“go to hell, choi.”

and with that, the door slammed and the best thing in san’s life was gone forever. san’s anger quickly subsided, replaced with immeasurable guilt and pain as he fell to his knees, fingers grasping for your keys as he sobbed loudly. his thumb caressed the cool metal before he held it to his cheek, hoping to catch even the slightest hint of your scent. but, of course, it was a key, he only got the tangy smell of metal in return, the smell travelling up his nostrils and unfurling in his brain, covering it with grief as he began to hit the floor, wailing like a wounded dog.

leaving it unsaid wasn’t as helpful as he’d thought it would be.

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kitten4sannie · 1 year ago

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ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

pairing: dilf! san x boytoy! wooyoung x fem! reader

genre: smut <3

summary: you search for a rebound at your local club after a break up. the club owner and his favorite boyfriend are there to satisfy your needs.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: daddy dom kinda switch! san (almost chewed my fingers off writing him like this trust), dom! wooyoung (he’s kinda passively there when it comes to reader but i promise he’ll be more prominent in part two~), subby good girl! reader, woosan, alcohol use, reader is not drunk but sufficiently tipsy, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, etc), teasing, possessiveness, praise, voyeurism/exhibitionism, body worship, grinding, kissing, marking, fingering, double? blowjob? idk (san gets head while giving it too oop-) , deep-throating, slight hair pulling, snowballing

a/n: hii guess who’s back from the dead just in time for the cb? <3 and i brought a present ~ a naughty one hehe :3 the inspo came from those pics above bc they look so expensive and cunty and so yummy ugh and THEN san decided to strip at the mama awards and now i’m ILL and ready to howl at the moon anyways !!this is out of pocket like usual and i put my whole kitty into it okayyy so i hope you enjoy and pls lemme know if you’re excited for part two >< <33

song rec: incubator by ph-1, gun by doja cat, wine pon you also by doja cat feat. konshens (every time i hear the last part it reminds me of san’s dance cover hnnnnhgg)

“Girl, you better slow down on that drink,” the woman sitting beside you at the bar warned, resting her forearms down on the cool surface of the sleek marble countertop, continuing to watch you slurp down a long island iced tea. “I’m not about to hold your hair up for you later.”

“Can you leave me alone? I’m grieving over here, god,” you whined to her with your straw still in between your pouting, quivering lips, your eyes brimming with tears. “And for the record, he broke up with me over text. Text.”

She shook her head. “You are not about to cry over a man right now.”

You pushed your empty glass away, before dramatically pointing a finger into your chest, causing the strap of your dress to droop down your shoulder a bit. “You’re right, but I can still be a mess if I want to, thank you very much.”

“Well, you’re certainly achieving that,” she stated, idly sipping on her own drink, looking you up and down until you felt like you had to prove something to her.

“Okay, fuck this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off of the barstool and pulling your dress down where it was beginning to rise up near your ass, sniffling a bit.

“Where are you going?”

Pulling out a small tube from the v-neck of your dress to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss, you smacked your lips together and motioned your hand to the vast amounts of sweaty, drunk people grinding on each other on the opposite side of the club. “I’m gonna get some rebound dick. Don’t wait up.”

The woman smiled to herself as she watched you disappear into the sea of people, still just sipping on her drink. Little did you know, someone else was already waiting for you in that crowd. And they came as a package deal.

“I want her, Sannie,” Wooyoung chimed to the older man that was sitting beside him on the comfy VIP couch, the man’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist. The younger man took a finger off of his fruity drink to point at the woman that was feeling herself up with her body pressed to an unnamed man on the dance floor across from them, charmed by the unbothered, almost melancholic expression imprinted on her flushed face, like she was just waiting for someone like them to take care of her, to make her pretty face flush for a different reason.

San followed Wooyoung’s manicured nail until it led to the sight of you, a few wrinkles etched into his skin near his lips and where his eyes creased with amusement. “Mmm. Shall I leave you to your own devices then? Daddy can watch you seduce that pretty girl from here, can’t he?” His smile deepened when Wooyoung shifted beside him, his thigh pressing into San’s larger one, knowing his plaything was already getting hot under the collar. San held Wooyoung’s chin between his ringed fingers, leaning in to murmur, “And you’ll be a good boy and bring her to me once you get her nice and wet, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Wooyoung replied breathily, barely getting his words out when the man pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Just when Wooyoung began to lean into him, his hands resting on San’s leather-bound chest, the older man broke the kiss, wiping the other’s saliva from his mouth. “Get going, naughty boy.”

Despite being dizzy with need, Wooyoung nodded, obediently nodding as he stood up from the couch. He fixed his hair and checked his makeup, before heading into the sea of sweaty, lust-drunk people to find you.

You were almost too busy rolling your body along to the hypnotic flow of the house track that was bumping through the speakers around you to notice the warmth of someone else pulling you near him, his hand sliding onto the small of your back and his lips against your ear, goosebumps forming across your skin.

“Can I steal you away?” Wooyoung whispered in a low voice, smiling at your slow nod, your eyes practically dilating at the sight of him. You didn’t know angels frequented night clubs. That was news to you. The both of you silently watched as his veiny hands slowly slid onto your hips, his fingers squeezing into them just enough to make you shiver.

He brought you back against him with a gentleness that made you a little weak in the knees, moving his hips against yours, guiding you against his body to the pulsing beats of the song.

Desperate to be needed by the obscenely attractive stranger, you took it upon yourself to grind back against him, feeling his cock harden against your ass through his satin pants.

“Fuck, baby, don’t you know what’ll happen if you keep doing that?” he exhaled into your ear, his fingers moving down slightly to squeeze your thighs.

You turned your head back to meet his searing gaze, licking your lips, your eyelids lowering. “What’s going to happen?”

Glancing to the side to make sure San was still watching, which he was, with a hand clutching his upper thigh, Wooyoung looked back to you, his hands moving further outwards to feel the sides of your ass, encouraging your dress to move up little by little, replying, “We’ll have to play with you, angel.”

“Yes, please,” you breathed out, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to feel up your body, his hands groping along your abdomen to your tits, the cogs inside your head moving at a slower rate than usual. “Wait…did you just say…we’ll?” Just as you spoke, Wooyoung reached around to grasp your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to spot the fiery-headed gentleman manspreading on the VIP couch across from you, his heated gaze alone making you throb. “Isn’t…that the guy who owns this place?”

“Mm, he owns a lot of things. You see, darling, even though I want you all to myself–” Wooyoung squeezed his hands around your barely clothed tits through your dress, making you moan. “San doesn’t like it when I don’t share with him.” His hands slowly moved down your front to your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness coat his fingers when he rubbed them against your clothed slit. All you could focus on was the way San shifted around on the couch, his hands gripping his thighs like his body was aching to be free from his tight ensemble, Wooyoung’s upcoming offer barely getting processed in your hazy brain. “Do you wanna meet him?”

One single nod was all it took for Wooyoung to take your hand with a knowing smile on his pretty face, like he could already tell what was about to go down that night, before guiding you past the crowd, the bouncers, and directly up to San, who was eagerly waiting your arrival.

As soon as you stepped foot into the exclusive lounge, the visual of the older man had your already weak knees ready to buckle underneath you now that you could see him up close. He was dressed head to toe in sleek, expensive leather. The top only had two buttons to support his front, his broad chest on full display for you to drool over. Your eyes eventually followed upwards until you got to his obscenely handsome face, his sharp, feline-like features bathed in the club’s sinful red lighting. Then, of course, the nail in the coffin was the dimpled smile he offered you, one that was so inviting that you didn’t realize you were being drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame.

“That’s right, go ahead and get nice and comfortable on my lap, sweetheart,” his words, sweet like honey, melted off his tongue in a low drawl, his limbs wrapping around you as soon as you sat down on his lap, resting one hand comfortably on your thigh, his other reaching up to play with your hair. “What brought you here tonight? To my pretty boy? To me?”

You gently hooked an arm around his neck to keep yourself upright, gazing at Wooyoung who sat beside you both on the couch, his fingers rubbing gentle circles around one of your ankles, before turning your head to look at the older man, trying to keep bad memories from flooding your brain.

San gently twirled your hair around his finger, urging in a deep, comforting voice, “Let it out. Don’t be afraid, princess.”

Your brain offered you a pleasant fuzziness instead. “I…had a bad breakup…I just really wanted to come here, get my back blown out, and forget about it all, you know?”

Wooyoung stifled a cackle, while San’s lower lip jutted out in a pout, his hand splaying across your upper thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Poor angel. I bet he never made you feel needed, huh?” You mirrored his pout, shaking your head. “I can make you feel needed, baby. Do you want that?” A nod this time, your breath caught in your throat. San leaned in, pressing his lips to your warm cheek, murmuring, “Then, let Daddy take care of you, alright?”

And just like that, there were no rules anymore. No regulations. No holding back. Just you, two strangers, and a club full of people that couldn’t care less about what you were doing. San still held you in his lap, your trembling legs just barely spread open enough to allow his hand in between them, rubbing his thick digits against your cunt through your soaked panties, while Wooyoung had a front row seat. “Is it good for you, baby? Or do you want more?”

“More,” you exhaled, about to say something when San squeezed your clit roughly, making you gasp.

“More, what, princess?” San leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering against them, “What’s my name?”

“More, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, just as San’s ringed fingers moved past your panties and slipped right inside you up to the knuckle, filling you up just enough to make your brain go fuzzy.

Wooyoung moaned just when you did, biting his lip at the sight of San’s veins popping out when he began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching hole. “Fuck, that’s so hot…she’s so wet, Daddy…”

“She is, isn’t she?” San agreed, curling his fingers inside you until he hit the spot that made you drool, his lips suddenly latching onto your neck to leave his mark behind on your skin so you could remember exactly what you did when you woke up the next morning. “Look at you, taking my fingers in your tight little cunt like this. Such a good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” you could barely verbalize, whining at his words, clenching around his digits. You could barely focus on anything else except for the older man’s thick fingers stretching you out, his rings offering you a pleasure you didn’t realize you needed in your life, though Wooyoung’s warm hands on your thighs and gentle smile kept you from getting too lost in the moment.

However, San was in the same boat as you, his trapped, throbbing cock already leaking so much pre-cum that he was about to lose it, encouraging him to suggest, “Mm, but you need Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He watched you give him a weak nod, knowing you were on the edge of orgasming from the way your body began to lock up. “I should just fuck you dumb right here for everyone to see. Have you make a big mess on this couch. It’s my club, after all. Why shouldn’t I do what I want?” He sped up the pace, practically pounding his fingers into your cunt, your arousal leaking down your shaking thighs, continuing to dispel filthy words for only you and his boytoy to hear. “Fuck, they’ll enjoy seeing a pretty thing like you fall apart on my lap, won’t they? See this cunt of yours stretch around my cock and take my cum inside. Mmm. See the way I make you mine.”

Everything was too much. The crowded room. The possibility of someone’s eyes on you. San’s filthy words. His fingers jammed inside your soaked cunt. Wooyoung’s unwavering gaze, his hands squeezing into your thighs. The unrelenting pleasure coursing through your body. You ended up cumming so hard, you saw stars, not even realizing San was silencing your pleasured cries until you felt his lips on yours and his tongue push into your open mouth. Just as San pulled away, Wooyoung took his place, tasting the alcohol on your tongue, before gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Should we go to your office now, Sannie?” Wooyoung asked the older man, his hooded eyes flitting between San’s and yours, neither of you even having to speak another word before you all got up from the couch.

“Whoa,” you murmured to yourself, looking around the expansive room, the interior matching the rest of the sleek club. Aside from the small computer desk setup in the corner, there was a large bed with satin sheets that took up a good portion of the room, but most of your attention was on the mirrors that were perfectly positioned on either side of the bed, as well as the ceiling. “Mirrors?”

“Sannie likes to watch himself,” Wooyoung giggled, rubbing the small of your back in comforting circles, leading you to the bed alongside San who sat down on the edge of it, looking up to you and Wooyoung who stood behind you, running his hands along your sides up to your shoulders, before taking hold of the zipper of your dress.

“I like to watch pretty angels like you come undone too. Watch the lust take over you until you’re covered in sweat and cum,” San mused, gazing into your eyes until Wooyoung slowly pulled the straps of your dress down, the both of them watching it fall from your body. Groaning, San began to mirror Wooyoung’s actions, unbuttoning his blazer, then pulling it off and revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin, the muscles in his arms flexing as he began to unbuckle his pants. Once San’s pants hit the floor and his thick, veiny cock sprung up, you found yourself sinking down to your knees, your mouth watering at the sight of pre-cum dribbling down the man’s reddened cockhead. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

“Your cock,” you requested immediately, settling your hands on his strong thighs. “In my mouth, please.”

“Ahh…?” San tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows raising up slightly.

“Daddy,” you replied swiftly, leaning in to rub your cheek against his hot, throbbing length, pouting, licking at the pre-cum that dripped onto your face. “Please.”

“Good girl. So dirty for me. Aren’t I a lucky man?” San let out a satisfied sigh, reaching down to wrap a good amount of your hair around his fist, holding it in a ponytail so that he could see your face, before sliding his cock into the hot, slick haven that was your mouth and throat. “That’s it, suck it nice and hard, princess. Show me how much you like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

You reciprocated, throating his cock the best you could, choking and gagging occasionally, digging your fingers into his thighs.

“Mmm, there you go. You’re so good for me, angel. Don’t stop, okay?” San praised, closing his eyes, gripping your hair, slowly thrusting himself into your open mouth, delighted by the lewd sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds coming from your throat. Once he felt Wooyoung’s fingers slide into his hair and grip it, San looked up, watching Wooyoung lift one leg up onto the edge of the bed, the younger man’s eyes full of hunger.

Finally getting your throat to relax completely, you simply continued to take San’s cock in your throat, having to blink the remaining tears away to see San clearly — though nothing could prepare you for the sight of Wooyoung guiding San’s head downwards, his twitching cock disappearing inside San’s willing mouth.

“Fuck, it feels so hot,” Wooyoung panted, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, thrusting deeper until he entered San’s throat, the older man’s groans vibrating onto Wooyoung’s balls each time they touched his chin. “Daddy acts so big and bad all the time, but he just loves getting cock rammed down his throat, huh?”

Wooyoung knew him so well. That’s why he was his favorite, well, aside from the angel that was taking him to heaven with only her mouth. San reached up with his free hand to massage Wooyoung’s balls, guiding his mouth along the younger man’s cock himself, sucking him off like he was made for it, like he always did.

Letting go of San’s hair to touch his own body, shuddering at all the pleasure at his disposal, Wooyoung gazed down at you, watching you obediently take San’s cock, the man’s hand still wrapped up in your hair and tugging at it. “Look at you go. You look so pretty when your mouth’s stuffed with cock, angel. You’re gonna make my Daddy cum so hard for you, huh?”

Squeezing your thighs together around your hand that was playing with your dripping cunt, you nodded your head, swearing you were about to cum just from what was happening around you, knowing San was in a similar place from the way he started to involuntarily buck his hips up into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow and save some for me, baby, okay? Don’t be stingy,” Wooyoung reminded you in a strained, breathy voice, almost falling over from the way San gripped one side of his hips, a string of obscenities falling from his lips when the man forcefully drove his throbbing cock into his hot throat, about to see god herself when San’s throat began constricting around his length like a pussy would. “Fuck, gonna cum, Sannie.”

San pulled back, a few thick strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Wooyoung’s dripping tip, his hand closing around the base to jerk him off. “Cum on Sannie’s face, will you? Make a big fucking mess for me.”

Wooyoung whined and panted, San’s slick hand moving quickly along his length, trying not to choke on his spit and moans, barely able to stay upright, but thankfully San had a good grip on his hips.

San looked down at you, licking the saliva from his lips, pulling out just enough so that his thick cockhead rested on your tongue. “Are you going to take this load? Hmm? Want it?”

“Yes, fuck, Daddy, please give it to me,” you begged, panting heavily, your fingers about to slip out of you from how fast you were moving them.

“Oh god, here it comes, angel,” San groaned out, squeezing around the base of Wooyoung’s cock, making him let out a broken, high-pitched whine.

Your combined pleasure came rocketing up to an intense peak, sending the three of you into a mindnumbing state of ecstasy. Thick, hot spurts of liquid came raining down on San’s face, just as his load shot out onto your tongue and down your throat, your own release soaking into the velvet carpet underneath you.

Fading out of reality during the majority of your high, your ears ringing, it took you a minute to realize that someone’s mouth was on yours, their fingers cupping your face. Opening your glossy eyes, you watched in a daze as Wooyoung took his sweet time slurping San’s cum off of your tongue.

San gripped Wooyoung’s hair and brought his head back, parting his lips and allowing Wooyoung to shovel his own cum into his mouth, swallowing it down with a low, pleased groan.

Pleased with the sin that was taking place in front of you, you took it upon yourself to drag your tongue across San’s chiseled jaw to his cheek, collecting some of Wooyoung’s release into your mouth, only to press your lips to his, letting him taste himself. Wooyoung moaned into your mouth, deepening the kiss, until San pulled you away from each other.

“Haven’t had enough, you two?” San chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“No~ Not after that,” you giggled, rubbing your cheek against San’s palm when he caressed it.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, looking at San with a sweet smile, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Can we keep her, Daddy? I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

Little wrinkles formed near San’s eyes once he smiled at you. “I suppose so.”

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maeleelee · 1 year ago

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Chapter Six

Blue Moon

Prismatic chaos travels to Thornhill for an annual Halloween festival as lovers of all things spooky and murder mystery. Little did they know, they’d get more than they bargained for. With all the things that go bump in the night coming out to play, they can check in any time they like. But they can never leave.

⚠️minors DO NOT interact⚠️

Warnings: Chaos, mentions of fucking, corn maze scare.

The girls laughed as they walked into the coffee shop. "I'll grab the coffee's go sit." Mae told Jess and Ani. They did as told and grabbed their normal corner area with the window view. "Thank you." Mae smiled at the guy behind the counter as she grabbed the coffees and her bagel covered in cream cheese. She walked over to their spot and sat down, back to the window.

"Okay, for real though, there is something wrong with my soulmate. The stuff he thinks about to scary. He's supernatural for sure." Jess mumbled as she sipped her coffee.

Mae giggled. "Well at least you know he's not just a serial killer."

"Oh, valid." Ani nodded.

"I mean, if I didn't know supernatural was real, I would believe he was." Jess laughed as she shook her head.

San had dragged Wooyoung down to road to the café. "Dude, chill. They aren't going anywhere. The bikes are still there." Wooyoung growled as he pulled his arm away.

"As someone who can float when he moves, you sure are slow.” San said, making Wooyoung hit his arm. As they walked into the café, Wooyoung nodded towards the three girls.

“Jess is the one with the cat helmet.” Wooyoung mumbled. San nodded and walked towards the girls.

Mae had took a bite of her bagel and looked up at Jess. “I mean, you can’t tell me fucking the supernatural wouldn’t be fun.”

“Yeah but like which one?” Ani asked the two.

“Who would be the better candidate?” Jess giggled.

Mae took another bite and smiled. “I mean, I’d fuck the grim reaper.” She shrugged.

San looked at Wooyoung with a smirk. “Oh this is great.” The girls turned to them and the two boys smirked.

“What’s great?” Jess asked.

Before San could answer, Wooyoung leaned down in front of Mae and wiped the cream cheese off the side of her face with his thumb. He slid it into his mouth and hummed. “Well, fuck me then.”

Mae’s breath caught in her throat and Wooyoung chuckled. “Cute, really.”

“You look real human for the Grim Reaper.” Ani said, grabbing his cheeks and turning his face. She released him when his eyes turned pure black and he was staring through her soul. “I have made a mistake.” She mumbled.

“Hey. Be nice to my puppy.” Mae pouted at him and he turned back to her and smiled.

“This is definitely the group your soulmate was talking about San.” Wooyoung stood up straight and looked at him.

“Soulmate?” Jess questioned.

“You’re hearing voices, right?” Wooyoung asked her. She nodded. “So is Sannie boy here. Who you just so happened to run into before he started hearing those voices.” Jess looked at San and smiled.

“I’m not complaining.” She smirked, giggling lightly. He’s hot.

San smirked and tilted his head at her. “You like supernatural, yeah?” Jess nodded. “How do you feel about hell hounds?”

“Puppies!” Mae smiled. “I just wanna touch their cute little faces.” Wooyoung and San looked at each other, then back at the girls.

“Would you like to ride one?” San asked Jess.

“Which way are we talking?” Jess asked back, making Ani choke on her coffee. Mae giggled and rubbed Ani’s back.

“Can you try not to kill our pup just because you want dick?” Mae asked Jess, who shrugged.

“I’d be disappointed if she didn’t.” Ani choked out, laughing.

“Can I ride both?” Jess smirked up at San.

“Of course little one.”

“I- okay. That’s not fair.” Jess mumbled.

“Baby girl, he can hear your mind. He probably knows more than you want him too.” Mae laughed.

“She gotta point.” Ani giggled.

Mae’s phone went off and she looked at it. Corn maze ten minutes. Mae looked up at Jess. “Bring him with us. Bun bun has requested corn maze in ten minutes and if you don’t walk with little Lixie through the maze, she’ll cry.” Mae and Ani stood up, grabbing their helmets.

Mae grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and pulled him with her out the door. “Hope you two don’t have plans.” Ani giggled, slipping on her helmet and getting onto her bike.

Mae looked at Wooyoung and he smiled. “All yours doll face.” She smiled and put her helmet on and got on her bike, turning to look at him. He climbed onto the back.

Jess and San climbed onto her bike and off they went. They pulled up to the festival and Mae smiled as the saw the group. She got off her bike and put her helmet on the handle. “By the way, I’m Wooyoung.” He smiled.

“Mae.” She smiled back at him, kissing his cheek and walking to the group. Ani lacing her fingers together with Mae. Jess had pulled San over to the group and everyone froze.

“Hot damn. Who are they?” Cassi asked.

“This is San.” Jess smiled. “He’s the one I’ve been hearing in my head the last few days.”

“This is Wooyoung.” Mae smiled.

“He said the thing.” Ani told Cassi.

“How’d it go?” She asked. Wooyoung sneakered behind Mae.

“She had cream cheese on the side of her mouth. So I wipe it off.” He shrugged. “Then told her to fuck me then.” He smirked.

Mae sucked in her breath again and watched Caden walk over. “Momma.” He smiled.

“Hey baby boy.” Mae smiled at him.

He looked at San and pouted. “Fuck, you’re tall.” And then he turned to Wooyoung. “I hope you’re strong enough to manhandle her.” He nodded at Mae. And there was the embarrassment she knew was gonna happen.

“Manhandle, huh?” Wooyoung put his arm around Mae’s shoulders.

“I’d hope he was strong enough. He’s the Grim Reaper.” Ani laughed.

“Wait, no way.” Kayla said looking at him.

“Do the eye thingy!” Ani told him.

“She’s not gonna let it go.” Mae laughed and he turned to Kayla and tilted his head, eyes turning black and looking through her soul. Kayla shivered.

“So San is?” Caden asks.

“Hell hound.” Jess smiled brightly.

“Puppy!” Caden smiled.

“Can we corn maze now?” Des asked.

“Yes! Let’s go.” Mae said and started pushing everyone into the maze.

Soon everyone was walking through the maze. “Isn’t this supposed to be scary?” Caden asked. Not even two seconds later, someone jumped out of the bushes, making everyone but Cassi scream. Cassi swung instead, punching the guy in the face.

“Fuck.” The guy groaned as he held his cheek.

“Deserved.” Mae rolled her eyes and then touched Cassi’s arm. She turned and looked at Mae, eyes darting around.

“Your hair.” She whispered to Mae.

“What about my hair?” Mae asked Cassi.

“It’s a color.” Mae blinked and looked at her hair and then back to Cassi.

“You can see color?” Mae asked. “It’s purple.”

“Yeah.” She whispered. Mae looked at the guy holding his cheek who was wide eyes and looking at everything. “Holy shit. I punched my soulmate in the face.”

Mae laughed. “I’m sorry.” She giggled out. “He deserved it though.”

“That’s Hongjoong.” San nodded to the guy. “He’s the king of hell.”

“Holy shit. This got even better.” Mae laughed again.

“I’m so sorry.” She muttered. He shook his head.

“Should have been more careful.” He smiled. “Hongjoong.” He held out his hand. She took it and he kissed her knuckles where she hit him.

“I’m Cassi.” She blushed.

“We’re gonna keep going.” Kayla giggled and pulled Bun bun and Caden along with her. Mae giggled and waved, running to catch up with them.

Cassi looked at him and smiled. “How long have you not seen color?” She asked quietly.

“A while. I’ve never technically seen color.” He chuckled.

“You didn’t think you had a soulmate, did you?” She tilted her head.

“I didn’t. I thought it was a joke. I’ve been around for a long time. I run hell for a living. Soulmates we’re kinda the last thing on my list.” He chuckled. “But Imma change that.” Case blushed.

“I promise not to get in the way.” She said.

“No. Get in the way. Get all up in the way. I found you. I’m not letting you leave.” Hongjoong smiled. “Not this time, not ever.” She blushed and nodded.

“Alright. I’ll be a bother.” She giggled.

“Good.” He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. “Wanna go meet up with your friends?”

Cassi shook her head. “I’ve waited a while for you too. Please just kiss me.” He smiled and nodded, pressing his lips to her. She smiled into it and wrapped her arms around his neck. Chills ran through her whole body but fire filled her veins. She felt home.

They all ended up at the end of the corn maze and started talking plans for the next few days. “I’ll see y’all later.” Mae waved to Kayla and Bun bun.

“Music store. Tomorrow. Don’t be late.” Caden told Mae as he looked Wooyoung up and down. “I mean it. I will come drag you out of bed.”

“Yeah yeah. I know. I’ll meet you at the music store in the morning.” Mae sighed, watching him walk away.

“So what are we doing mommy?” Ani asked Mae.

“We can go find food. I’m starving.” Mae told Ani. Ani nodded and sat on Mae’s bike backwards while they waited for San and Jess to stop talking. “Hey love birds. We’re gonna find food. You in or?” Mae asked. Jess looked towards them and nodded.

“I’m down.” Jess smiled and turned back to San, who pressed his lips to hers before she could walk away. She felt like she was on fire. Everything was hot, spicy. She tingled, like she was vibrating almost. She felt alive.

“Yeah count her out. Come on pup. Let’s go get food.” Mae laughed. Ani turned on the bike to face the handles and Mae looked at Wooyoung. “Phone?” He nodded and headed his phone to her. She typed in her number and save it as Mae. “Text me or call. I’ll answer.” She smiled softly. Ani slid her helmet on.

Before Mae could get on her bike, Wooyoung pulled her close by the back of her neck and smiled as he pressed his lips to hers. Sparks flowed through her body, lighting her whole body up. She felt like her soul lit up. She pulled away and took a deep breath. “I’ll call you.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” She smiled and put her helmet on and climbed in front of Ani. She started up the bike and off she drove.

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leenaur143 · 5 months ago

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Happy Birthday Sannie 💖 I love you 3000

Thank you for always putting a smile on my face every time I see you, and for always instilling good values and morals in Atiny, who love and respect you so much! I wrote a little message for the HBD San event but it feels like I could talk about him for hours without even repeating myself because he is that unique and one of a kind 💜 The way you take care of the members and take care of Atiny is literally unmatched and your work ethic, I'm sure everyone knows, is quite truly insane. Our Sannie, you've improved so much in not only your dancing and performing, but your vocals and your confidence and when I say I nearly shed a tear at the IU cover from the Choi brothers (🐻&🐱) it was because of how beautiful his voice is. Thank you for always giving 110% but remember to rest and spend time with your loved ones like you are now 😊 We love you to the moon and back, our mountain 🥰

Tell Shiber I said Hi 😆👋

#happy birthday sannie 💜😘#choi san #ateez #loml #he deserves the world #i truly do love him a lot more than words can convey so I hope this isnt too underwhelming he's helped me a lot in growing in confidence #and morality too like he drops his little gems of life lessons everywhere he goes and we as atiny just carry that forward in our lives #thats so beautiful don't you think?#anyways I hope he has the best day and the best year ahead 💜

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poppyseedspshelpmesleep · 1 year ago

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Finally something new!!! Lol. Chapter Four will be going up on AO3 shortly.

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The Chosen One

Chapter Four | Where is Kakashi?

“What do you mean, you can’t find him?!?”

Minato ducked his head, trying not to wilt at his girlfriend’s scolding. A tiny part of him still grew warm at the thought of Kushina being his girlfriend now but not the time, he grimaced.

“I’d thought it would be a good exercise, Kakashi got to practice his stealth while Obito and Rin worked on tracking by trying to find him, but, well…”

Kushina froze, expression blank and hair deceptively still. Minato could feel a shiver run down his spine.

“The Hatake excel at tracking, Minato. If you told Kakashi to hide. He.Will. HIDE!” Kushina’s voice grew as she spoke, and Minato winced.

“I- really didn’t think he’d hide so well, not so quickly. I didn’t even get a chance to see where he went.”

“You’re the one telling Sakumo-sensei his son is missing.”

“Wait-”

*////*

“How can a seven year old be so fast??”

“I mean," Rin huffed "he is a chuunin.”

Obito sniffed, but didn’t complain further. When Minato-sensei had first given them this assignment, he’d thought it’d be fun. It was basically hide-n-seek! And when they found Kakashi, the boy’s amazement at their tracking skills might even be enough to convince him to join them for Dango!

Except they never found Kakashi. Morning came and went, and they were well into the afternoon now. He and Rin had given up on finding their teammate around lunchtime, and Minato-sensei had told them he’d get Kakashi almost three hours ago. And still, nothing.

“Still, it is concerning that Minato-sensei hasn't found him yet.” Rin sighed, obviously worried.

Obito frowned, looking up at the sky. The sun would be going down in a few hours since it was winter, and looking for Kakashi in the night wouldn’t work with a new moon.

“He probably fell asleep somewhere or already went back to his house.” The Uchiha scuffed at the ground, crossing his arms behind his head.

Rin didn’t look at him as she said, “Maybe we should ask for help from the police force, or a Hyuuga.”

Obito dropped his arms, spinning to look at her. “No way! Minato-sensei’s got this! I’m sure!”

“I don’t know Obito, what if something happened to Kakashi? He might be a chuunin, but sensei’s a jounin, what if something happened to him?”

The concern is Rin’s voice was clear, and Obito’s shoulders dropped. “One more hour. Let’s give him one more hour before asking for help from the police force.”

Rin smiled, “Let’s keep looking, too! Maybe Kurenei or Anko have seen him?”

Obito shook his head. “If any of the others have seen him, it’s probably Gai.”

“Let’s go then!”

////

“Sensei!”

“Minato-sensei!”

The blonde turned around just as they reached him, and Obito let himself hope that maybe their teammate had been found and everything was fine.

But Minato only stared at them before sighing, “I don’t suppose you’ve found Kakashi either?”

Rin groaned. “That’s what we were going to ask you!”

Obito felt like laying in a heap on the floor. “We went around asking the other teams but they saw nothing!”

“And when we tried looking for Gai we couldn’t find him either.”

“So we went and told the police force-”

Minato paled. “Wait, what- You told, why-” a deep breath, “Kids, I appreciate it, but there’s no cause for concern yet.”

“But sensei! We ran into Inuzuka Tsume and she couldn’t find a trace of him!”

“Yea!” Obito nodded. “So the police force is looking for any trace to make sure he wasn’t kidnapped or something.”

Minato only shook his head at the ground, murmuring what sounded like ‘falsities’? Then looked up at them and said, “Kushina’s talking to Sakumo-san right now, I’m sure this is just another trait of Kakashi’s, and his father will be able to find him.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. Little Kakashi has his ways of avoiding even the White Fang when he wants to.” The trio turned at the sign of Orochimaru’s voice, and Minato visibly brightened.

“Could you help us find him?”

“No.” And the sannin walked away. Minato let out a small whine and hung his head, a gloomy aura surrounding him. “I’m doomed,” Obito heard him say, and he winced in sympathy.

*////*

Meanwhile…

“I did it! Rival, I have climbed up and down the monument 10 Times Before the sun sets and- oh.”

Gai fell silent as he took in his friend’s prone form, noting the steady rise and fall of his chest. Kakashi fell asleep.

He huffed, then sat where he was, facing the village.

“The view from up here really is nice, rival.”

Kakashi didn’t answer. When Gai turned to look at him, he noted the clouds had parted, and the sun’s rays were giving Kakashi a rather cozy-looking glow. The rock must be warm, Gai thought, and put his hand down to check. Not scalding, and stone may not be the softest surface, but he could see how his friend would decide this was a good enough place for a nap.

Gai smiled, looking out to the village again. It seemed like there was a lot of foot traffic all of a sudden, maybe everyone had decided to enjoy the afternoon outside?

It certainly was nice for a winter day, even if he still thought Spring was better. Certainly, the view from atop the hokage monument would be all the better once color bloomed back to life all around them!

Gai couldn’t wait for the day!

*////*

Sakumo felt like pulling all his hair out.

“I’m terribly sorry for this, sir. We have a team of ours along with some volunteers continuing the search into the night but so far we’ve found no trace.”

“I just want to ask why no one thought to tell me about this earlier?”

Minato’s shoulders hid his ears and Kushina sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck.

“I got distracted looking for him myself, ya know?”

“We both know you were with Mikoto.”

“I was with Mikoto.” Kushina hung her head.

Sakumo shook his head and turned to the police officer. “Thank you officer, but I can take it from here. Please call everyone off. My son is fine.”

“With all due respect, Hatake-san, the fact that we haven’t found trace of your son is very concerning and we are required to continue investigating for the good of the village.”

“I understand that, but Kakashi is right behind you so I really don’t think you need to keep looking for him.”

“Wha-”

“Daaaad,” Kakashi whined, stomping his foot. “I was going to avoid Minato-sensei! Now that they’ve found me I lost the game!”

“Game? Game??” Minato crouched on the floor. “Kakashi, I gave you an exercise that was supposed to end before lunch.”

“Oh.”

Child and teenager stared at each other. Then, “So I won?”

#poppyseedshelpmesleep #Hatake Kakashi #The Chosen One fanfic #Silly Shenanigans au #happy birthday kakashi

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