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Love Thy Husband

Kingpin's Son!San x Innocent yet spicy! Chubby! Wife

You arrived adorned in luxurious fabric bought with their bloody wealth. You are not just a gift, but a treasure...a plaything acquired for the pleasure of the rightful heir to the Choi dynasty.

Choi San.

II: Bring Me Home ♡ *New*

⚠️ Language, forced marriage, San is a good boy with bad habits, Yn conceals her face with a veil....and San is feral for your modest dressing style. No peep show for San 🙃⚠️

The purpose of a wedding photograph is to immortalize the beauty of that specific moment. Yet, when you stumble upon your own image, it triggers memories of your past yet your in laws so proudly display pictures all over their home. She was abducted by the man she now calls father to settle a overdue debt owed by her birth father.

You shed a tear, remembering your grim past.

As their son finally arrived at the mansion, he discovered his hidden surprise - a gift waiting for him. Despite the mysterious ivory veil that concealed her face, he agreed to accept her without hesitation. Little did he know, the veil was a humble plea from your father, who wished to shield his princess from the dark and dangerous world of the mafia.

The day unfolded before your eyes, obscured by the delicate ivory lace that draped over your face. Gripping the bouquet of baby's breath tightly, your heart pounded as the groom tenderly lifted the veil, allowing it to hover just above your trembling lips.

San's name escaped his lips in a hushed tone, barely audible against the backdrop of your rouge painted lips. Instead of forcefully pulling you towards him, he leaned in, delicately pressing his lips against yours. In the midst of this tender moment, he unintentionally crushed the bouquet.

The kiss, though seemingly pleasant, bore a resemblance to the innocence of toddlers exchanging affectionate pecks. He delicately pressed his lips against your flushed ones, refraining from any further advances. Despite his family now viewing you as his possession, San even restrained himself from touching you.

From that moment on, the vibrant world outside became a distant memory, The majority of your existence now revolves around the presence of your husband, consuming your every waking moment.. Who frankly you couldn't wrap your head around! One moment he’s stern and hostile the next, he’s a sweetheart gentlemen.

Speaking up the devil, There he is, Your phone icon alarmed you of husband’s incoming call. You rolled your eyes before answering. “Hello, San-"

"Omo..you sound like your about to die or worse." San complained under his breath. " You realize I'm your husband and not the grim reaper, yeah?" You could hear his blood simmering.

"Oh, you really had me fooled," you sarcastically remarked. Suddenly, you gasped, gripping your phone tightly, only to berate yourself for your own foolishness right away.

San’s brow involuntarily twitched, disturbed by the sass that escaped your cheeky lips. "What was that?... My dearest," he uttered with a tone that never ceases to send chills down your spine.

You carefully approached him, using his nickname in a soothing tone, "San..nie?" hoping to ease his anger. "My dear husband,” You’re cheeks reddening in embarrassment for actually fearing your husband’s wrath…some would say it should the other way around.

The phone went quiet briefly, only for your man to let out a chuckle that stirs up your fury, playing with you effortlessly. "Impressive, Sannie?.." He arches his eyebrows, making you squeal as he exhales his rugged accent over the line. "Sweetheart, I had no idea you could be this adorable." He taunts you in your mother language.

You are completely oblivious to the depths of your husband's affection for you. His love for you knows no bounds and shines brightly in every aspect of your life.

Especially your body....of what you allow him to see.

You feel safer when concealed from the sun, the man's wild gaze fixated on your delicate ankles and soft hands, pretending to be strong against his threats. You resist him so feebly, he longs to tear off your veil, granting you the illusion of courage to sass him, walk away mid-conversation, and disregard his presence as if he's not a menacing figure linked to the Atz, with his father just a phone call away from silencing your weak father permanently.

"I adore you, Mrs. Choi!!!" Wooyoung's voice echoed through the air, a mix of excitement and mischief. He sprinted towards San, seeking refuge behind him. "That asshole busted my lip," he growled, feeling the sting of his bloody lower lip. But despite the pain, he couldn't help but flash a mischievous smile at his friend, casually draping his arm over his shoulder. "So, how's the lovely wife doing?"

San sound shocked. “ How did you know I was-“

Wooyoung simply grins and nods. "You're adorable when you talk to her," he says with a mischievous smile, teasing his embarrassed friend.

The next thing you know you hear Wooyoung wince in pain, you assumed San hit him like usual followed by "Arghhh!!" Wooyoung biting him as a response.

"Don't fucking bite me, ya little bastard!" San's accent made you flinch, your Korean is far from perfect, and most of the time his words go unnoticed or you simply stare at his lips out of sheer cluelessness. But hey, it's not your fault. You were forcefully taken away from your family and thrown into this marriage with just weeks later.

"Ya! Who are you cursing at, cunt!?!” Wooyoung yelled in response, only to be met with a menacing voice hurling threats at them..

San's eyes gleamed with mischief as he glanced at the towering goon. "Hey, Woo, is this your buddy?" he asked, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Sorry, Honey, gotta go," he said, his voice dripping with allure as he abruptly ended the call. The unmistakable sound of San ruthlessly overpowering the goon echoed in the background.

Overwhelmed by the harsh truth, you found yourself standing in complete silence, consumed by the weight of this new reality.

Love Thy Husband

Kingpin's Son!Choi San x Chubby arranged wife! Reader

I:Love Thy Husband- II: Bring Me Home

3 month later …In the heart of Namhae-eup..

Average as any other day, from the time you open your eyes and step out your room, your husband is missing, drowning you in eerily silent yet you feel relieved not having to be under his watchful eye. Bathtime it is then…Where does he go this early ? It’s 7:00am.

You fell into deep thought as the steam filled the bathroom and the running water acted as soft background ambience. Did he eat before he left?… Why do I care if he’s eaten it’s not like he gives a hot damn about me….the only time I get to leave is for “outings”. I’m arm candy, luckily, my veil isn’t great when it comes to eye contact and keeping conversation.

Your “wedding” came to mind~

The abrupt chime of the wedding bells sealed your doom. It was time to go. The heartbreaking realization felt like a jab in your chest, weakening you to your knees. In that moment, the hot tears streaming down your cheeks were impossible to hold back.

Your sorrowful whimpering brought your mother to your side, whispering words of encouragement and warmth. Yet, her comforting words only deepened your sadness within.

Your husband's mother even came over peacefully, expressing remorse and apologizing for her husband's actions. She knew she wasn't your ally right now, but she assured you, "San is a good boy. He wouldn't lay a hand on a woman if he knows what's good for him."

The sudden, warm grip beneath your arm startled you into stillness. "Are you alright?" His deep voice sent shivers racing up your spine. "We need to go." His voice started to irritate you, you know its not his fault he’s just following his monster of a father’s orders but you can’t help blaming him in some way out of bitterness since he appears to be content in his father’s choice.

“ Yn? I can carry you-“ San’s sweet offer was met with violence as you swing your gloved hand almost whacking him if not to his quick reflexing, his eyes shift from his large hand caging your tiny one back to your “face.”

San's brow furrows, his expression a mix of concern and self-reproach. This wasn’t his fault—he’s in the same boat as you, and yet he’s been nothing but a perfect gentleman since the moment you met just hours ago. And now, you dare to raise your hand towards him, or at least try to.

A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes—cute. With a delicate pinch, he catches the edge of your veil, playfully flicking it over your face. The harsh pink of your teary eyes and the soft curve of your nose tug at his heartstrings, though his expression remains stoic.

You gasp, clutching his arms as he effortlessly pulls you to your feet once more. "We have to go now, I’m sorry to rush you, sweetheart." His words come out in gentle, hesitant beats, each pause a reminder that English isn’t his first language. You wonder, fleetingly, what was.

Before you can respond, San steals a glance at his watch, then swiftly scoops you into his strong arms, cradling you against his chest as if you weighed nothing at all.

You crossed your eyes, annoyed by the warmth in your cheeks where your memory began to fade. He’s strong..I will give him that..

…

The bubbles melt away your worries expect for one. I mean it’s not really a problem if I think he’s cute. He is my “ hubby”….after all and I’m not even sure of what I saw . The small creaking in the floorboards was drowned by your soft music and humming. Meanwhile on the another side of the walls, San grunts as his back hits the top of the stairs,

Exhausted, your husband collapsed on the stairs, struggling to catch his breath. "Damn it, I really need to piss!" he groaned, throwing his head back in frustration, only to smack it against the step above.

"Ack! That hurt!" San hissed, rubbing the back of his head as irritation bubbled to the surface. Every little thing around him seemed to get under his skin, as if the entire world was conspiring to push him over the edge. "Why is everything so damn aggravating?" he muttered, the annoyance palpable in his voice.

In a surge of pure, unbridled fury, San slammed his fists into the wall, leaving a couple of gaping holes behind. The force of his anger also tore a large chunk of the railing from its mount, sending it crashing to the floor.

He stood there for a moment, seething, as his father's words echoed in his mind like a relentless drumbeat—orders and expectations suffocating him like a noose. Nothing will ever be good enough for him.

San's tie was the final straw, its constriction around his neck driving him to the edge. With a frustrated growl, he yanked the fabric down, as if tearing it away could somehow relieve the tension coiled inside him.

"When that girl bears you a son, you'll understand, my boy," his father had said, his voice dripping with a sincerity that only fueled San's anger. The words, meant to console, did nothing but fan the flames of his rage.

The unsettling sensation of being watched prickled at San, prompting him to glance over his shoulder. His eyes locked onto his wife, who was timidly peeking around the corner. The sight of his bare chest, revealed in his frustration, brought a flush to her cheeks as she took in his stunning yet indecent display.

In the blink of an eye, she vanished, the bathroom door slamming shut behind her with a force that echoed through the hall. Poor San stood there, his hand dropping awkwardly after she blatantly ignored his small, hesitant wave.

Rude, perhaps, or maybe she was frightened—of what, he couldn't fathom. His gaze drifted to the wall, and suddenly, his breath hitched. The sight before him was shocking: the rail piece he had been holding now lay on the floor, a victim of his accidental brute strength. "Oh," he muttered, his eyes wide with realization, "Oops."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bathroom door, you felt trapped. His broad frame was blocking your only exit, and he was standing so close to the stairs that you knew there was no easy escape. Your room was upstairs, and you silently cursed yourself for choosing to use this bathroom instead of the one safely tucked away in your own space.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you finally summoned the courage to swing the door open. But as it creaked on its hinges, there stood San, closer than you anticipated, his presence filling the doorway.

San, his expression softened with concern, the tension between you palpable yet oddly comforting. His presence was overwhelming, but not in a suffocating way. It was as though the air around him carried a warmth that you hadn't noticed before, a gentle calm that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in your chest.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," San's voice was deep and soothing, a hint of apology lingering in his tone. He stepped back slightly, giving you the space you so desperately craved yet somehow didn't want anymore. His gaze never left yours, filled with an unexpected tenderness that made your heart flutter.

You exhaled, your shoulders relaxing slightly as you took in his sincere expression. "It's okay," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just… wasn't expecting anyone."

A kitty.He looks like a cat. It feels like it’s been years since you’ve seen his face, his sharp eyes and glare give off a harsh aura despite his words and soft tone. Was it on purpose? You found it difficult to keep eye contact without getting flushed from his eyes but looking down at his exposed chest was a whole other problem. His whole handsome face is the problem, honestly.

"You're even cuter without your heels," he muttered, a sly grin playing on his lips as he took in how your smaller frame matched up to his. His eyes, though mischievous, stayed fixed on your face, a feigned act of respect, even as he relished how the flimsy white cloth clung to your plush curves, teasing him mercilessly. " I have to use the bathroom." He nods behind you.

You moved, swiftly out the way gripping your towel, allowing him to waltz into the bathroom.

He knows you like the difference between you and his bathtub, but this is the first time he's walked straight into the refreshing cloud you left behind. The sweet scent matched your soft body as you brushed past him, turning to close the door, but you were already long gone upstairs.

You gripped your towel tightly as you slid down the door, your knees weak beneath you. The embarrassment of being caught in such a state burned in your cheeks.He's even more handsome now than he was three months ago. It looks like he's been working out... I can see the definition of his muscles beneath his shirt.

The small scene replays in your mind, of him towering over you, yet you notice how he steps back, careful not to startle you. He's got this undeniable sass about him.. You notice his large hands resting on his hips and realize that his dress shoes have a slight heel, which clicks softly against the wooden floor.

Your heart skipped a beat hearing San's door close. You decided you definitely needed more fresh air, leading you down the road you're on now.

While you were enjoying yourself, you didn’t notice that you had triggered the house security alarm. Luckily, your husband was so sleepy that it went unnoticed for a full hour.

To make matters worse it wasn't your husband who discovered the alarm but his elders deciding on a surprise visit.

"San. San! Yah! Choi SAN!"

Talk about a rude awaking, Hongjoong Hyung sat in a lounging chair in the corner of the room, his left foot was extended before he crossed his legs. A strong jolt shook the bed, awaking up your tired hubby.

San groaned before looking at his elder who was simply unimpressed. "Hyung?.." He stretched his remaining remnants of his drowsiness. " What are you doing here?" He hung his head low as he spoke from tiredness? Or respect?

Seonghwa’s voice crashed like a thunderclap, delivering the news the elders had long dreaded, since they were notified about the house alarm that screamed through the home. "She’s gone." His deep voice words tore through the now thick, pregnant silence between Hongjoong and San. San’s chest tightened; enduring one scolding was enough.

Yet, only a fool would believe that Hongjoong's shadow was far behind.

"She's gone?!" San shot up from his bed, fully dressed despite his rumpled state, his eyes wide with disbelief. 'Are you serious?!' In an instant, he was out the door, leaping over furniture in his desperate rush to the front. The elders' voices called after him-

"He forgot his shoes," Seonghwa muttered, as he and Hongjoong stood outside, watching San disappear from sight, completely clueless about where he was headed.

Hongjoong clicked his teeth before stating." He forgot his common sense too. He's just running in a direction. Ah shi-" He then quickly raised his phone to his ear. " Yunho. We need a inner search party keep it under wraps from Choi senior. Clear?"

A firm 'Yes, Sir' ended the conversation as the line went dead immediately after.

…

To be continued..

The Morning After

Pairing: Choi San x AMAB pov Genre: Slice of life/smut W/C: 1,117 Stuff: Sub-top San, established couple (cute), non-idol au, anal, kitchen sex, tbh this is borderline vanilla, I'm not like other fanfic writers I'm sorry y/n i literally cannot write in second person this is just what I do, but I hope you enjoy anyway.

If you enjoyed this, I made an AO3 account ok???>>> Arikuusou

Nothing posted yet, but I'm working on it I promise! Will be primarily Ateez fics.

San was always most beautiful the morning after a hard fuck. Watching him walk out of the bedroom all loose bones and floppy hair, a layer of lust beneath the sleepiness in his eyes... God, he was a vision, a seraph, the closest thing to a perfect man if there ever was one.

But he didn't like it when I called him perfect, so I tried to avoid it.

"Morning, sunshine." I smiled at him from where I sat at the kitchen island. He didn't respond in words, but stepped over to drape himself over me.

A signature San hug, hot and enveloping, lingering much longer than one would expect. That had taken me time to get used to in the beginning.

He kissed my neck and then moved away to pour himself a coffee. When he sat across from me, he quirked a brow, realizing I had been watching his every move. "What?"

I shrugged, a little coy. "Just thinking about last night."

He smirked and took his first sip of coffee. "Yeah that was..."

Exceptional. One of our best nights so far. Sometimes it was hard to remember we'd only been together 8 months when it felt like this was always our life, always would be.

"I'm thinking we shouldn't leave the apartment today," I said.

"Pretty windy out there," San agreed with a sly look on his face.

I at least let him get through half his drink before I got up and kissed him, the taste of morning mint and coffee bean filling my mouth. His skin was impossibly smooth, his hair thick and shiny as it tickled my cheek, and I wondered how I got so lucky to have caught this man's eye and heart.

I reached down and found him already rock-hard beneath his boxer briefs, which sent blood rushing between my own legs.

I stroked his cock over the fabric a few times and he abruptly started kissing me hard, biting my lips.

"Ah, ah," I backed away, gently pressing my palm to his chest. "Not too eager now. Have you forgotten all the good lessons you learned last night."

His eyes clouded further. "No, I haven't forgotten."

"Of course not. You're such a good boy. Kneel for me."

No hesitation. He slid from the stool and to the floor, looking up at me for his next instruction.

It killed me the way San loved this; made me somehow horny and sad at the same time. His whole life, he'd always had to perform, always had to be the big man, tough and strong, giving orders. He'd taken his father's company over shortly before I met him, and I saw the toll it took.

But here, with me, he could escape all that. He could just rest, follow my instructions, and not think, not decide.

"Now get my cock out and put your mouth on it."

He was so eager, but trying to hide it.

I sighed as his wet lips enveloped me. He starts gentle but quickly ramps up, sucking my head and all the spots he knows will make me needy fast.

"Fuck," I breathe, amazed as always at him. "Good boy. I'm going to need you to fuck me this morning, Sannie."

"Of course," he exhaled.

I reached over the counter and snatched up a bottle of coconut oil. "Give me your hand."

He offered his palm and I poured the oil on it, not worried about the mess we were starting to make. I leaned back against the island as he took my cock in his mouth again, reaching around to spread my cheeks.

I was still sensitive and turned-on from the night before and moaned loudly when he slipped the first finger in. He smirked up at me and me down at him.

"Get that smile off your face," I breathed as he began easily opening me up. His fingers were so different from his cock, quick and bony and rutted. I almost chided him to slow down but it felt too good and I was way too horny. Some dom I was.

But he would keep going until I told him to stop, so finally I took his wrist and pulled his fingers out of me. He kissed the front of my stomach and hips, and I took his chin in my hand.

"How's your cock feeling, baby boy?"

"So horny," he whispered.

"You want me to put it inside me?"

"Please."

"Beg."

"Please, please, put my cock inside you."

"Are you going to stay still like a good little boy?"

"Yes, I promise."

The way his voice became so soft and desperate, his pure willingness to do everything I asked. My cock was dripping and my insides were screaming for him. I couldn't play around any longer and I pushed him against the counter, looking down at his desperate member. I slathered him with more oil, watching his stomach tighten as I coated him, stroking gratuitously.

His breath caught when I finally turned around and sheathed his cock in my ass. I was rushing, a little, but the burn faded as soon as I tugged his hand around to touch me.

"Fuck," he breathed, his hips jerking an uncontrolled movement.

There was no suppressing the little cry I made, the hitch of breath at him pushing deeper.

I rocked back until I could feel his balls pressing against mine, and then fucked him with all the needy desperation we were both feeling this morning. Mostly, he stayed still like a good boy while I used his cock, moaning loud enough that anyone in the hallway of the building could hear. The noises San made, all suppressed and high and full of release, had my belly swirling.

Already my orgasm was coiling, and I lamented for a moment until I remembered we had the whole day ahead of us. I focused on feeling every inch of his smooth cock inside me again and again. My perfect, smooth San, so hard yet so gentle. I cried out and came all over the clean white kitchen floor. As I clenched and throbbed around him, San could no longer hold still. I felt his nails dig into my skin as he gripped my hips, going stiff and silent in ecstasy as he spilled what little was left from last night deep inside me.

Exhausted, I leaned back against him and he held me. His cock popped out of me with a delicious, wet sound.

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Yeah," San said. "I love you."

"Yeah? Even though I made your coffee go cold?"

He nuzzled into my neck, kissing every bit of skin he could get too. "Definitely." He sighed deeply, a sated sigh, a blissful sigh. "That was a great morning fuck. Perfect."

*slams hand on Sleepover Buzzer* been thinking about San being so busy with promotions and concerts that one night when he gets home he simply can n o t help himself. He remembers you giving the okay for somnophilia, and when he sees you’re wearing the necklace that means it’s okay to fuck you in your sleep, he just can’t help himself.

Just imagining him trying to be so so quiet as to not wake you up as he tries to roll his hips gently into your cunt, but poor baby is just so needy and desperate that he’s making so many whines without realizing it, his hips moving harder than he means them to, and wakes you up. Poor baby is just trying to get off because he missed you so much and couldn’t wait until morning to slip inside you 🥺

But congratulations on your 2k followers!! Here’s to hoping there’s many more to come(😏)!! 🎉 🥳

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ANON YOU'RE CRAZY FOR THIS SKJDBKSN first ask and you give me this???? no regard for my mental health huh- anyway, I'm gonna pretend i didn't have an insane amount of fun writing this ahem. but thank you so much!!! you're too kind <3 I hope you enjoy reading~

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

w.c.: 0.9k

tags: smut, consented somnophilia, san is just so needy and desperate :(

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

He shifted restlessly on his side, stuttered exhales fanning over the back of your neck, eyes trained on the dainty, silver necklace hanging off its circumference. Pressing his pelvis to your lower back, San seeked reprieve as he stretched you open, two fingers stuffed into you with no intention to give pleasure, but simply to prepare you to take his leaking cock.

Part of him felt guilty—what was supposed to be his first day off in weeks eaten up by a last-minute interview, continuous promotions taking him away from the comfort of your arms and into endless crowds of screaming fans, your thought-out dinner eaten alone and a bed half-empty, your eyes pulled shut before San could walk through the front door.

His leather belt slid off the moving duvet, clanging softly over the crumbled pants on the floor by the bed. San’s movements halted, peering over your shoulder and releasing the breath he was holding once your resting features came into view. Scissoring his fingers once more, the hushed squelch of your cunt mixed with the spit he’d used as a makeshift lubricant sent a wave of burning arousal down to his core.

He pressed his lips to your clothed shoulder as he wrapped the fingers that were once inside you around his cock, pumping it quickly while he inhaled your scent. The whiff of his cologne sifted through his nostrils, and only then did he realize the familiar colour of his hoodie hugging your figure, an involuntary groan echoing in the back of his throat.

He didn’t bother with checking if you’d awoken, running his dripping cockhead through your folds once, twice, before sinking into your welcoming heat. It was as though the weeks of being apart from you—and the built-up tension they resulted in—had melted off his shoulders as soon as you had him wrapped up within your walls. San’s hands scrambled to pull your pants further down, leaving them around your knees and swinging his bare thigh over yours. He wrapped an arm around your middle and rolled his hips, his eyes fluttering shut as a wave of pleasure overtook his senses, repeating the motion until the languid pace ceased to be enough. Pulling you closer to his chest, the soft cotton of his hoodie gliding over the button-up he didn’t bother taking off, he bucked his hips into your sopping cunt with building desperation, weeks of yearning piling into every thrust as he rocked your sleeping body back and forth.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing out needy groans onto heated skin while he chased a high he’d been unable to reach in your absence, his hand providing him with nothing but unsatisfactory orgasms followed by disappointment and longing. But now, with you enveloping his senses, your walls clenching around his throbbing length unconsciously and whimpers escaping your slumbered lips, he found it hard to hold back. He adjusted his position, bending his knees behind yours and bringing one of your thighs over his hip, the new angle allowing him to sheath himself fully within you. A broken moan reverberated between the four walls, masked under the loud melody of skin-on-skin as San fucked into you relentlessly, the tingling in his lower belly prominent as he rapidly ascended towards his high. Your breathing quickened, fidgeting growing longer in intervals as San brought you mind-numbing pleasure in your sleep, not quite ready to release yourself from the clutches of your dream.

But San was so close, his stuttered moans airy and high-pitched as he drove his cock into your clenching pussy, revelling in the sleepy whimpers he drew out of your parted lips. You were starting to wake up—eyes squeezing shut before relaxing, body slumping back into his warm chest, your hands squeezing around the veiny arm he had secured around your waist. But he didn’t stop, didn’t pause to greet or kiss you, too caught up in an orgasm merely a breath away, his cock throbbing uncontrollably within your warm walls.

“F-fuck, Sannie,” a soft groan as you brushed off the remnants of your slumber, and San was unloading three weeks’ worth of longing into your heat.

He folded himself over you, pushing your chest down onto the mattress and bucking his hips into you twice, stuffing you full of his length as he pumped a pool of hot cum into your used pussy, rolling his hips to give you everything he had. He held you down as you writhed under him, his cockhead pressing into your g-spot while it spurted watery ropes of his seed between your walls. Pleads and whimpers muffled into the pillowcase, breathless curses flooding out of San as you clenched around him, a stream of cum leaking out of your stretched hole.

San’s lips peppered kisses over your clothed back, remaining still within you while he came down from his high, warming his cock inside you while you whined for more. He took in your flustered features when you peered back at him over your shoulder—eyebrows furrowed and beads of sweat reflecting the moonlight—begging him to keep moving, rocking back into his body to give yourself pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around your middle, San rested his chin over your shoulder and nuzzled his nose into your temple. His cock—still soft and sensitive, barely twitching in interest—dragged over your fluttering walls, San’s smile stretching against your cheek.

“Sannie's got you, darling. 'Gonna fuck my baby hard enough she forgets I was ever gone, how's that sound?”

Cupid's Arrow - Choi San

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 3.8k

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

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

Ding

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

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

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

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

Yet, it would quickly fizzle out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And your name, sir?” “Choi San.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You can begin!" The host said excitedly.

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

"So, what's your favorite position?"

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

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

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I see you have eyes for someone already."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe love did exist in New York City after all.

so sorry for being MIA this week haha there’s a lot changing in my personal life so I’m just trying to navigate through it all. I’m also going to try to get some pieces published and continue to work on a few requests tonight & tomorrow 🤞🏻

* WORK IN PROGRESS *

Virgin!Yunho request

Part 2 of Eye Contact w

Boyfriend!San because I need some feel good fluff after this bad week haha

One Day At A Time - Choi San

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

Pairing: Idol!Choi San x Teacher!Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluffy comfort

Warnings: contains descriptions of anxiety.

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

Word Count: 1.7k

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

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

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

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

"Baby? Are you home?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bad day?" "The worst day."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What can I do for you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Right Kind Of Medicine | San

Pairing : San x female reader

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

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

Words Count : 5k

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

m.list | K-pop Shop | ☕

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He thrusts into you deeply one final time, groaning as he can feel his release building. And then with a powerful surge, he spurts his seed inside you, your pussy milking every drop.

A few moments later, your breathing finally returns to normal, the room falls into a quiet stillness. You blink up at the ceiling, feeling the lingering heat between your bodies.

You glance over at San, his chest still heaving, a dopey smile spreading across his flushed face. His dark hair is damp and messy, strands clinging to his forehead, and his eyes gleam with a softness.

He looks almost boyish, his lips still slightly swollen from the way they’d kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe.

Without a word, he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you, strong and possessive.

His skin is warm, sticky against yours, but you don’t mind. You can feel the steady thump of his heart, and you let yourself rest against his chest, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your thoughts.

“We should probably talk about this,” San murmurs, his voice low and rough, his breath fanning over the top of your head.

Your stomach tightens at the sound, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. You nod, too exhausted to respond with words just yet.

He shifts slightly, his thumb grazing your bare shoulder in a soft, almost absent-minded caress that sends a shiver down your spine. The intimacy of it, the way his touch lingers even now, after everything… it feels like it’s binding you to him in a way you hadn’t expected.

"This wasn’t a one-time thing for me," you finally manage, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers trace a light pattern across his chest, feeling the tension there, the way he holds his breath as if he’s waiting for your words to sink in.

His body tenses beneath you, but then he relaxes, a small sigh escaping his lips. “Me neither.” His hand slides up your back, fingers weaving through your hair, and he tilts your chin up so you’re forced to meet his gaze.

“How do we go about telling your brother?” His lips twitch into a small, teasing smile, but there’s an edge to his voice, a seriousness that tells you this question is more than just a passing concern.

Your stomach flips at the thought, heat creeping into your cheeks as you imagine the fallout, the weight of what this could mean. But San’s thumb brushes your lower lip, soft and reassuring, grounding you in this moment, in him.

“We’ll figure it out,” you murmur, leaning into his touch, your heart hammering harder than it should.

And somehow, even though everything feels so complicated, tangled in a mess of emotions and unspoken words, when he presses his lips to yours again, it feels like the only thing that makes sense.

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

pairings: san x f.reader

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

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

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

word count: 3.4k

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

Enjoy! (;

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

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

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

“What about him?” Theo said. 

“Ugh no…” 

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

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

Shit, this was going to be hard. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am sorry for your loss,” he said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cat got your tongue?” you ask. 

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

“Was I being too loud? Apologies.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Speak,” you command. 

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

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

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

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

“No…” a small gasp leaves your lips. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Leave me alone!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

“On your knees.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“San…” you whisper. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum– cum now… fuck!” 

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

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

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

“I can’t.” 

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

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

“Mmmm-ugh yesfuck…ah–” you babble. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ay mi Sani 😩♥️

This was 👩🏾‍🍳💋

Hiii love your blog ✨🫠 if it’s ok with u, can you write one where dom-San is jealous by yunho constant flirting with innocent y/n while y/n is completely oblivious to it, and when san gets with the reader he take his anger and jealousy too far and y/n uses safeword with with lots lots of after care

HI HELLO MY ANGEL IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK AWHILE BUT IM DELIVERING THIS TO U 💌

I’m also drunk on the thought that San would never hurt you on purpose,,, hehehe hope you like this one anon because it’s so teeth rotting fluff!

Warnings/genres: smut, fluff more than smut actually, rough sex, jealousy thanks to yuyu, use of safe word (red), dom!san, unprotected sex

There’s a lot of things to like about Choi San.

There’s the way his dimples appear when he smiles like a puppy. There’s the way his eyes turn into crescents when he’s elated. There’s the way his voice can switch between sounding like honey and then husky within an octave. There’s the way his hands roam around your body wraps around you when he gets possessive.

And then there’s the way he never felt possession so strongly before, especially when he’s staring at the way you’re giggling and hitting Yunho’s arm as he leans in and whispers something in your ear. Granted, it might have been a noisy environment, but did Yunho have to let his arms bump against your shoulders from time to time? Did he have to press his palm against your bare back when someone tried to squeeze behind you? Did he have to catch San’s gaze with the most devious expression before leaning into you once more, his lips almost touching your temple?

Fuck no of course. San takes a deep breath and swallows hard. The way you don’t even seem fazed is the cherry on top of Yunho tactlessly flirting with you.

Yunho leans into your ears again. “Your boy is here.” You perk up, turning your head to the direction where Yunho points with his head, and you see your partner with an unreadable expression on his face. You don’t pick up on it though. But your face brightens up, and San can’t help but smile back in your presence. You are about to cross over to meet him, that is, until you run right into someone, and San’s view of you is Yunho’s hands around your waist as he catches you, and you’re hugging his arm, blinking in surprise as you catch your breath.

San’s grin immediately fades.

And that’s when he realises that he doesn’t like to share.

He walks over curtly, nodding at Yunho as he has you fall right into his arms. Yunho only smirks as he gladly hands you over to your fuming lover.

You stumble to regain your balance, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s hand.

Something doesn’t feel right. You slowly glance up to meet San’s eyes and shivers climb your spine from the piercing gaze. He’s eyeing you down, like a predator wanting to corner his prey. Your throat suddenly feels too dry. San’s arms snake around your waist as he slowly leads you away.

The door slams shut, as San never lets you leave his side. He dumps you on the bed, and you blink, trying to catch your breath as your eyes soak in the way San is glaring down at you as he hastily peels his jacket off, then unbuckling his belt to remove it.

“Strip”, he demands. Your eyes glance down to his crotch purely by accident—and fuck, he’s hard. Yet at the same time, he seems so pissed. You’re racking your brains to comprehend the situation while you’re unzipping your dress. San has his gaze locked onto you, licking his lips as you’re slowly undressing before him.

Soon enough, the both of you are in your undergarments, and San’s erection is just pressing painfully against the fabric. He kneels into the bed as he crawls towards you, essentially trapping you beneath him. Before you could say anything, San has his fingers tugging against your lace panties before it’s completely removed and strewn somewhere across the bed.

“What’s gotten into you, baby?” You ask. He’s been aggressive before and it’s not anything new, but it seemed like he’s extra agitated for some reason. He’s nibbling you slightly harshly this time, and the pain dances on the surface of your skin, at times so pleasurable but this time slightly more pain than pleasant.

“You had fun acting like that around Yunho?” He hisses. You blink at him, still clueless. He sighs, and he seems almost hurt. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who your cunt belongs to.”

Before you know it, he has you pinned onto the bed. “Remember who you belong to, Angel,” he growls, his hands pressing against your throat as he jackhammers your cunt. Your vision is going hazy as San fills you up all way, but doesn’t let you adjust. Your fingers claw his shoulder the pleasure flickering in and out. Oh god, he’s fucking you so hard that you can’t even feel your legs.

“Who do you belong to, Angel?” He whispers, his voice dripping with honey despite the evident jealousy bleeding through. Your mind is too far away to answer him. His hands go from your throat to your jaw, tilting your head to face him, your eyes still glazed out. He adores that look on you so much. But he still demands an answer from you.

“Good girls answer”, San’s voice starts to echo in your ears.

“Y-yours”, you reply softly, feeling yourself squeeze against his cock.

“Can’t hear you.”

You bite your lip. The knot in your stomach is tightening, at the same time, it feels so good that it hurts.

“Yours! I’m yours, Choi San!”, you cry out, your thighs beginning to shake from how hard he’s taking you.

“That’s a good girl”, San hums, before he picks up his speed.

Your cunt spasms, and the next thing you know, your orgasm completely engulfs you, your toes curl and he’s cursing so much from how much your pussy is convulsing around him. Your words are completely stuck in your throat, only whines and whimpers leaving your lips.

But once the orgasmic high wears off, the overstimulation begins to actually hurt, and San isn’t stopping his thrusts. He still seems like he’s still seeing red—his jaw is clenched, and his grip on you is even harder.

“Red”, you manage out, despite it barely audible, but San hears it and he immediately stops. His gaze immediately softens as he pulls out of you gently and you wince a little. You see panic flash in his eyes for a spilt second.

“Fuck, was I too rough? Shit, I’m so sorry,” his voice goes down to a whisper, his hands grazing your sides as he kisses your tears away, stroking your hair gently. Your heartbeat slows down as your arms around his neck loosen slightly.

He asks again. “Are you okay?” He shifts his head to face you, trying to search for your gaze. You nod, pulling him deeper into your embrace. He draws gentle circles on your thighs, and despite the fact he knows it’s not enough for now to soothe the pain but it’s what he can do for you at the moment.

“There’s nothing going on between Yunho and I”, you finally speak, and San doesn’t reply you. But he shifts to remove his weight off your body.

“I’m sorry”, is all he says, before pressing his lips gently onto yours. “I got carried away.” He looks embarrassed now, and then upset.

His fingers interlink with yours, stroking your hand as he pulls your body closer, and he’s taking in your warmth after he pulls the sheets over both your naked bodies, snuggling up to you even more.

Your fingers play with locks of his hair, letting it tangle between your fingers.

“You dumbass”, you say after awhile. San immediately pulls back with a pout and you giggle. “You know my eyes are only for you.” He sits up quickly, which makes you confused for a spilt second. His heart is fluttering again from your words, and you see that represented by the redness of his ears, but he doesn’t shy away.

“Where are you going, babe?” You ask, watching him walking to the bathroom.

“Drawing a bath for us. I’ll massage your thighs too. Be right back! I love you!”

You feel the warmth flood your heart and cheeks.

“I love you, too.”

oh 😵‍💫

A Little Secret | c.s

High!Choi San Solo

Genre: smut, solo

Word Count: 633

Warnings: San is High for the first time, masturbation, toys, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging

A/N: yes im skipping kinktober for now and writing something indulgent i know i know shame on me. But I was talking with @cheollipop and got this idea and i was like ayo im high rn I can write this rn and see if I can make a comprehensive fic while zooted lmao. Anyway here it is I hope you all enjoy!

The room was still, the only sound apparent being the trees rustling through the window in the chill air. San lay on his bed, legs spread wide and lube dripping down his cock. He thrusts his hips in the air, meeting the rhythm of his slicked hand. Fucking up into his fist, the slick sound filling the air of his cool room followed by nothing other than his whimpers and pants.

About a week ago, Mingi had given San these ‘special gummies’ he had called them. Mingi told San they were edibles, and if he wanted to try them he could. San, out of curiosity as he had never been high before, wanted to try them. Mingi gave him a heads up that he may get the munchies, may not be able to control his facial expression, and one secret third thing that if he gets to that point he should indulge in his desires. San didn’t know what Mingi meant by that last bit, but whatever it was he should try it anyway if he gets the urge. 

Now, here lies San in his bed, finally understanding Mingi’s words. This is his third round within the past hour and a half of the edible hitting, and he is feeling everything. 

San quickens his pace, frantically fucking into his fist and moaning a bit louder than before. He can feel his third orgasming approaching, his legs starting to shake from the overstimulation, each orgasm taking longer to reach than before. With a few more pumps San finishes into his hand, his hot cum dripping down from his hand and onto his stomach. He sits up and cleans himself off, but he still doesn’t feel satisfied enough. Each orgasm feels better than the one before and he just can’t keep himself from yearning for more.

After cleaning himself off he grabs one of his toys, a vibrating cock ring. San puts it on his softening cock, making sure it's on snug and turns it on. He grabs his cock, slick it back up again and jerking himself back to full hardness again. San fucks into his fist a few times before letting go of his cock. He reaches over again to grab another toy, a dildo this time. He sets it next to him and lubes up his fingers, slowly inserting one into his hole and curling it. His cock twitches in restraint, the vibrating cock ring doing its job and keeping him just out of reach of orgasm. 

San inserts another finger, panting and whining at the stimulation. He bites his lip, a tear slipping out as his angry cock twitches, holding back orgasm. San let’s out little “ah! Ah! Ah!’s” as he adds another finger. Having fucked himself enough, he replaces his fingers with the tip of the dildo, slowly sliding it in inch by inch. He fucks himself gently with the toy, turning up the vibration setting on his cockring. He can feel the tightness in his abdomen. San’s core scrunching in anticipation and his legs shaking a little. His mouth shapes into an ‘O’ shape as he ups the setting one more time. He can feel his pelvis shake as he finally, finally orgasms. He lets out a low moan as he finishes, his cum shooting far towards his chest, seemingly nonstop rope after rope of semen coming out of his throbbing cock. Tears fill his eyes at his longest orgasm yet, his cock still squirting precum everywhere and near coating his chest.

Panting as he comes down from his orgasm and collapses against his bed again. San sighs and goes to get up but can’t bring himself to, his high from his orgasm and his literal high being too much.

He has to take edibles more often.

maggot brain | san & wooyoung x fem!reader

summary: you and your boyfriend san decide to experiment with your new neighbor

↳ warnings : dom!san, sub!wooyoung, drunk/high sex, slight age gap, creampies, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex lol

You and San had moved into your apartment complex a few weeks ago. It wasn't the best but it was decent enough to live peacefully, "Did you see the way the landlady stared at me?" You chuckled while unlocking the apartment door,  San shook his head with amusement.

"Maybe she thought you were insanely beautiful."

"Or insanely high." You countered as you tossed your bag on the table, you both shared a cozy apartment. There was a reasonable amount of space, one bedroom and a window seal that overlooked a few of your neighbors balconies. 

You collapsed onto your bed before looking up at San who was leaning against the rooms door frame, a mischievous smirk danced across his lips and his eyebrow cocked, you followed the direction of his eyes to see the little baggy he was shaking in the air. 

"Hongjoong supplied me." He said as he plopped down next to you, grinning like a cat. Experimenting with drugs was nothing new to you or San as you guys often got faded together and had incredible sex or simply stayed up past midnight chatting away about everything.

"What is it?" You asked, a soft smile spread on your face as your eyes reflected into his. 

"Ketamine."

Your eyebrows raised, "what does it do?"

"Make it feel like everything is going in slow motion."

"Okay.. let's try it."

Slow is how everything truly felt as you laid sprawled across the red sheets on your bed, San was equally as naked, resting the back of his head on your stomach. He was breathing in the same rhythmn as your soft abdomen and staring blankly at the ceiling, "Y/n."

"Hm?" You mewled as you dragged your fingers slowly through his faded pink hair.

"What is your ultimate fantasy?"

You laid there silently for a second,  letting the question completely sink in.

"Sex wise?"

"Yeah."

You shifted your eyes from his shaded face and to the ceiling

"To have sex with another guy and you." The words left your mouth so casually as he turned to face you, "sex with another guy.. " his eyes traced out all of your features,  "and me." 

You remained silent, lining your eyes up with his and smiling.

"That's my dream too" he began to chuckle. "One with dark hair, real pretty" you mumbled.

"Or maybe blonde" he added,  now completely facing you with clouded eyes.

"Oh? you like blondes?" you snickered as a cheesy smile spread across his face.

Little did you both know that your own mutual fantasy was living in the same building.

-

San was playfully shoving you as you guys stumbled towards your neighborhoods wall of mailboxes. Both of your laughter came to a halt as y'all approached a boy whose hair was black at the top but blonde at the bottom. He was twisting his key into his own mailbox as you and San shared a telling glance, already knowing what the other was thinking. You pushed him foward, silently laughing at how he tried to open the mail box in a cool fashion. "Hello" San said as you slid beside him in a lazy attempt to see your neighbors face more clearly. "Hii" his voice was sweet and almost sing songy, you and San could barely hide the giddy smiles that stretched across your faces as he greeted you both.

"Are you the new neighbor?" You asked,  already knowing the answer, he nodded lightly "Yes, i just moved in actually." A halfhearted "cool" left Sans mouth as you leaned against him

"What's your name?"

"It's Wooyoung, and you guys are..?"

"Oh i'm y/n and this is my boyfriend San" you answered swiftly, watching as Wooyoung looked between the two of you with a straight smile, a small dimple appearing next to his lips. "Alright well y/n, San, " the dark haired boy briskly excused himself with a promising "I'll see you guys around." You both waited for him to vanish behind the corner before speaking.

"He was cute" you chuckled, San humming in response as he tapped the loose mail against his hand before shutting and locking the mailbox.

-

You and San rested against your open window seal, you had your head leaning against his thigh with your eyes closed,  taking in the sound of outside as he quietly skimmed through a comic book. You both enjoyed silent moments like this, peacefully becoming one with everything around you.

click

The sound of a lighter caught Sans attention, he glanced up at the balcony next to y'alls to see a smoking Wooyoung. 

"Hi~" he gleamed, letting the cigarette rest between his two fingers as he leaned against his balcony railing. "Hello" you hummed, feeling a jolt in your stomach as you made eye contact with the beautiful boy. "How are you guys?" he asked, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Good" San replied, placing his book into his lap.

"Do you wanna hang out later?" you asked boldly, a wave of relief and excitement washed over you when he nodded gently.

"Yeah that'd be cool, where do you want to go?"

You perked up "We can go eat something."

"Yeah?" he flicked the cigarette bud into a bush and smiled before placing both his hands in the pockets of his (really cool) racer jacket. "I'll meet you guys around 6?" You both looked at each other for approval before nodding sheepishly.

-

"So do you live alone?" you asked, as you took a sip of your coca cola.

The three of you were sitting at a table together eating chinese food and asking questions about Wooyoungs personal life.

"Yes, moving here was actually super last minute since i recently got into a argument with my parents."

"Oh?," Sans eyebrows raised as he chewed a mouthful of rice, "how come."

You both watched as the sweet boy looked to the side, suddenly embarrassed.

"They found out about my bisexuality and refused to accept it." Those words made your blood immediately boil, "screw them."

San mirrored your energy, "you're always welcome with us, we don't judge." You both tapped your glasses together, drinking to Sans statement which amused Wooyoung. "How old are you guys?" his eyes shifted from San to you, "20, San is 22."

The pink haired boy leaned back in his seat "and you?"

Wooyoung smiled bashfully, practically hiding behind his own bangs, "18..."

"Oh you're a baby." You teased, causing the younger boy to groan out of embarrassment as San smirked, finding his duality attractive.

"Have you dabbled with any drugs yet?" he asked flatly, eyes glued on the boy as he took a sip from his glass. "Something like that" he mumbled, feeling the butterflies in his stomach begin to grow as you and San glanced at each other knowingly. "Would you like to come back to our place and try out a pill or two?"

Wooyoung swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, he could feel his hands beginning to turn clammy and oddly enough, a wave of arousal was stirring deep in his stomach from your question. Trying to keep a cool composure he smirked lightly "I thought you'd never ask." 

The three of you laughed together at his cheeky response before asking for the bill.

-

The walk back to you and Sans place was lively and even though you both only met the boy a day or so ago. It felt like the three of you had been best friends for awhile. 

"I'm warning you now, San can hardly hold his liquor." You snickered as you watched your pink haired lover struggle to get the key into the door. "Shut up" he whined, finally opening the door and stumbling in as you and Wooyoung followed behind him. You had your arm around the dizzy boys shoulder, randomly noticing that you were a inch or two taller than him as he leaned his weight against you.

"Welcome to our beautiful kingdom" San murmered, disappearing into the bathroom as you and Wooyoung fell back first onto the bed, you watched the younger boy sit up and look around with basic curiosity. "You guys have a really nice room" he slurred, continuing to talk but you weren't listening, only watching as his pretty lips moved, the only thing running through your mind was how bad you wanted to kiss him.

"I hope you guys weren't bored without me" San entered the room again, a new small baggy in his hand, 5 transparent pills filled with white powder tinkered around as he laid next to Wooyoung. Using his elbow as support, the cat eyed boy looked at the two of you with a small smirk.

"What is it?" Wooyoung asked softly.

"Molly, " San replied, "have you ever tried it?"

He shook his head slowly as both you and San grinned,

"We'll be like.. your first"

"Everything" you finished his sentence,  "this will be a night you won't forget."

The words left your mouth like butter and landed right in Wooyoung's jeans as his body shivered at the thought of what those words implied.

You slid off the bed to connect your phone to your speaker, maggot brain by the Funkedalics began to play lowly in the background as San pulled a pill out for each of you.

"Say ah" San whispered lowly as he held the pill over Wooyoungs mouth, you both watched as he shyly parted his lips exposing his perfectly pink tongue, holding his position as he waited patiently for San to drop the pill. Which he did and followed behind it with his lips, you watched feverishly as Wooyoung succumbed to the kiss, god was it a sight to see.

The way San's lips glided against his made you squeeze your legs with excitement. Watching as he pulled away slowly, his eyes were completely clouded and deeply focused on Wooyoung.

"Swallow it for me."

You loved this dominant side of San, the way it made his voice husky and demanding. Wooyoungs swallowed the pill submissively as the tent in his jeans ached. His mouth felt watery and his breathe was heavy, as he was already craving to feel San's tongue against his again.

"Here baby." The pink haired boy handed you your own pill, which you placed on your tongue immediately and leaned in eager for the same treatment. Which he didn't hesitate to give, his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was sloppy and rough, letting the pill slide down your throat as you bit down on his bottom lip and dragged it out.

"Fuck" Wooyoung moaned under his breath,  completely hard from watching.

You chuckled, "it's gonna kick in soon so brace yourself." San nodded as he started undressing, smirking at how entranced the two of you were with his body. He leaned down and scooped up Wooyoung, placing him at the top of the bed before leaning down and leaving another peck on his lips.

"You are so pretty, you know that right." Wooyoung could only stare breathlessly, completely engulfed in how tender San's words felt in the moment.

"Help me undress him" San commanded as he started to unbutton Wooyoung's black dress shirt, you didn't need to say a word and followed suit. Unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his legs, ignoring how wet his neglected bulge was making you.

"ah- San" Wooyoung whimpered, his back arching with every kiss San placed on his skin, "I think he's starting to feel it." San teased before sinking his teeth into Woo's sensitive tan shoulder causing him to cry out.

His eyes were watery and filled with so much need as he trailed his hand down his own stomach, the sensation was unexplainable; he felt like he was melting into himself as he lazily palmed his leaking dick through his grey boxers, a large wet stain had already formed where his tip pressed up against. You watched with lustful eyes, seeing him like this just made you want to devour him whole, how could someone be so beautiful yet so erotic?

You thought to yourself as you slid your dress off and unhooked your bra, letting the articles of clothing fall to the floor before crawling up the bed to the boys and running your hand sensually up San's back to gain his attention.

You could tell that the Molly had completely settled in for the both of you by the way he cupped your cheek and the longer you stared at his skin you began to notice it was vibrating and the drawn out cords playing in the background began to distort, slowing down and speeding up. "I love you so much" you murmered,  hovering only inches away from his face, you were breathing in each other, mouths both hung open and desperate to connect.

"I love you more baby." His hand found its way to your neck and he gave it a squeeze,  just enough for you to feel light headed,  weak. You were so vulnerable under his touch, "Lets show our little Prince how intense our love is."

You nodded mindlessly before he lifted his grasp from your throat and traced his thumb down Woo's lower stomach, stopping at his boxer band. "Have you took it up the ass yet, hm?" San asked while tugging the tight fabric down his golden legs, watching as his pretty dick slapped against his own stomach. Wooyoung nodded his head weakly, he was completely faded and couldn't feel anything besides the buzzing of arousal and the thumping of his heartbeat.

"You think you can take me?" San asked softly, running his hand over the boys ass cheek as his other hand steadily stroked himself.

"I think he could take every inch" you instigated before laying on the right side of Wooyoung, knowing full well how big San's dick could get and how much of a challenge it had been for you.

Staring directly into his dilated pupils you hummed a condescending "right?" and he nodded dumbly, liking the way you both were talking about him as if he wasn't there.

"Yes.. please, use me" he reached out and grabbed your left hand, placing it shamelessly on his leaking dick, "touch me..please." He begged, hardly able get the words out, desperate for any kind of friction. "Don't cry baby, we're gonna make you feel so good." You cooed, unable to deny how turned on you were right now.

A river basically flowing in between your legs as you began to stroke him at a even pace, loving how each tug caused a different part of him to shake with pleasure. Your eyes shifted up to San who was watching hungrily, licking his lips as he hovered over the squirming Wooyoung.

Silently he ran his slender fingers over Woo's soft lips, groaning breathlessly at how he knew to open his mouth. Woo's shaky eyes were glued on San's as he started to suck on all of his fingers. "You're so sweet" San hissed, his dick twitching at every twist and twirl the dark haired boy had did with his tongue before deciding they were wet enough. Pulling his fingers out as a string of saliva stretched as thin as it could until it broke.

"Turn over" San commanded, his pink hair hiding the satisfied look in his eyes at how quickly Woo followed directions. You continued to whisper praises and compliments in his ear as you stroked him. Watching as San pressed two soaked fingers into Wooyoung's warmth. Causing the overstimulated boy to arch his back at the sudden sensation of fullness.

A choked cry leaving his swollen lips, followed by an unexpected orgasm that shot right through him like a bullet, his hot cum spurting right into your hand.

"Wow" You watched in awe at the way his dick pulsated as you continuing to milk him, he let out several jumbled "I'm sorry's." Ashamed of the mess he made as the cum leaked down your fingers and onto the maroon blanket.

San on the other hand was so amused,  he leaned up and pressed soft kisses on the boys ears and tear stained cheeks "It's okay baby, just don't tap out on me alright? we just got started." His voice was comforting and seductive as he looked over at you with hooded eyes. You knew that you both were about to give him the best fuck of his lifetime.

San turned him to the side as you pressed your back up against the whimpering boys chest, lifting your leg just enough so that you could line his sore length up with your soaked pussy. "You just came and you're already hard again?" you teased, grinding against his overly sensitive tip, giving him just enough to taste but not enough to get off to.

Wooyoung's head was so empty at this point and each movement was out of complete desperation as he brought one of his hands up to your breast, groping it roughly and rutted his sticky dick between your inner thighs.

"Are you ready for this" San growled, stroking his slicked up dick with Woo's saliva before pressing it against the boys warm entrance. Wooyoung didn't have a chance to respond before San slammed himself completely into him, sending a shock wave of pain through Woo's exhausted body.

This chain reaction forced him to shove the entirety of his length into you, "F-fuck" you cried out as Wooyoung sunk his teeth right into your shoulder, unable to control the way his hips were slapping against you. He was completely lost in the pain and the pleasure, unaware of how hard his nails were now digging into your hip as you were sure it'd draw blood.

"You're so tight. " San groaned into Wooyoung's neck as he chased the high that was building up in his stomach, "It's okay if i come inside of you right." San asked shakily,  not really looking for a answer as he plunged into him one last time. His hips stuttered as he groaned with each spurt of cum that spilled into Wooyoung. The feeling of his abused walks being coated was enough to push Woo over the edge as he buried his face deep into your back, his entire body practically curling up as he came hard inside of you. You bit down on your lip hard, as you could feel him pulsating against your walls and filling you to the brim. Your eyes rolled back with ecstasy as the knot in your stomach finally came undone and all you could see was that hot white flash of climax.

Wooyoung was reduced to nothing but numb, mindless, sex high humping as he grinded the last bit of cum into you before falling flat. Your muscles were weak and tired but the three of you could still feel your skin vibrating with heat and love. "You did so good" San whispered as he patted Wooyoungs sticky hair and leaned over kissing you sweetly.

You could only smile in response as the high began to wear off and Wooyoung had already slipped into sleep. You and San quietly worked together to clean him and yourselves up before cuddling up against him and going to sleep.