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shingisimp · 2 years

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Hii ! could I request choi san as boyfriend headcanon, please?

hello my love! sorry this took me so long <3

• san would wake you up every morning with forehead kisses. or if he couldn't be with you first thing, he'd have to text you or call.

• "g'morning baby, how'd you sleep?" you smile at his gruff voice, heavy with the weight of sleep.

• ah butterflies 🦋

• his morning voice 🥺

• but he would expect some kisses and affection back (or at the bare minimum he'd want you to play with his hair and call him handsome), which isn't hard as the satisfied hums that would surface as a result are music to your ears.

• san is a cuddler first thing in the morning, and he will hold you against him in a vice grip until he is ready to start the day.

• would hold your hand until he'd made his first cup of coffee.

• "your hands are warm," he'd mumble, humming happily into the crook of your neck as his coffee brewed.

• basically just a soft babie.

• he'd be the type to send you morning selfies, videos, audio messages with his sleepy eyes, fluffy hair and deep voice, heavy with the burden of waking.

• he'd send you photos of himself picking up his coffee if he woke up late, posing with his pout against the cup's straw.

• "miss you baby, text me when you're awake"

• basically always keeping you up to date with his day with photos and texts.

• clingy in an adorable manner!!

• this man would be so enamoured with you 🥺

• he'd leap when you send him a message back, smiling at the screen.

• when san loves, he loves deep. he throws his whole heart and soul into loving you. it's beautiful, intense, overwhelming love.

• when he'd come back from a long day of dance practice and comeback prep, he'd wrap you tight in a lazy hug.

• "san!" you cheer, watching his figure lunge towards you and his arms wrap you in a hug. "mhm, baby, I missed you," he mumbles, pressing his face into the side of your neck and inhaling your sweet scent. he remembers your perfume like the back of his hand, and it never fails to relax him.

• you are his energy.

• he'd pepper lingering kisses down your neck, and you'd melt in his hold.

• naturally his hands would... wander.

• his favourite part of you to hold would be your ass.

• he'd pull you against his body, hands spread over your ass, or slid into the back pockets of your jeans.

• "hey, sannie, hands," you scold, but he simply pulls his face from your skin and sends you a cheeky smirk. "what about them, baby? they're having the time of their lives right now,"

• speaking of you in jeans 🤩

• he'd love it when you'd wear his favourite pair that accentuate your... assets.

• kisses would always turn into make-out sessions

• and make-out sessions would 9 times out of 10 lead to sex.

• but with san it was always enjoyable.

• if he was tired, you'd ride him as he'd gently hold your hips to guide you.

• he'd be super vocal 😵

• "fuck, baby, feels s-so good," he stutters, burying his face in your chest to muffle his moans before clashing your lips together in a messy kiss.

• whiny-ish if he's tired.

• but if he's awake,,

• oh my goodness.

• san wouldn't be satisfied until you were.

• his pleasure is your pleasure, always prioritises you.

• he'd love to eat you out.

• like a lot.

• like a lot a lot.

• "you taste delightful, baby," san groans against your skin, hands spreading your thighs apart wider.

• it fills him with pride.

• and then he'd fuck you dumb on his cock.

• and he'd make sure you know whose cock is fucking you dumb.

• definitely would like to be called 'daddy' (daddy issues hello)

• "good girl, taking daddy's cock like a good little slut"

• 😵

• aftercare with san would be a lot of cuddles, soft kisses, praise, body worship etc.

• "you're perfection, baby,"

• he'd be so honoured that you share your body with him, and no matter how kinky you two would get, he'd always always make sure you know how grateful he is for you.

• he'd be the perfect boyfriend.

• he'd protect you from everything, making sure you don't burn out or keep things bottled up.

• san <3

• as his name suggests, he is a mountain to his competition, but a warm, comforting hill to the ones he loves.

• it would be super important to give him the love you receive.

• and he'd tell you he loves you a lot.

• love language would be physical, and I imagine he'd find a lot of meaning in sex (even the super kinky stuff, maybe that even more so due to the amount of trust you give in those moments).

• he'd love to take photos with you and save them as his lock/home screen of his phone to show off to the guys

• you would be his number one!!!

• that big heart has even more love to give <3

• matching outfits, matching jewellery, matching colours and styles.

• match with san and he'd melt 😍

• and wear his clothes!!

• in fact he'd insist upon it to watch your figure swim in his shirts and joggers.

• "perfect," he'd smile, pressing a kiss to your lips after smoothing the fabric of his t-shirt you wore. "now everyone knows you're mine, wearing my t-shirt,"

• possessive!!!

• he wouldn't be cute about it either...

• he'd kiss you deeply in front of anyone who stares at you for too long, or leave marks on your neck (where he loves to bury his face) to show you're claimed.

he just hates the thought of losing you

• I also imagine he'd get you a promise ring/bracelet/necklace, something to signify his promise of forever love and care to you 🥺

• to conclude, choi san is both the perfect person and boyfriend 💖

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shingisimp · 2 years

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to the anon that requested a san!boyfriend headcanon, I see you and I haven't ignored your request! I'm working on it tonight <3

#ateez #san #headcanon

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shingisimp · 2 years

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Well hellur der *tries to raise one eyebrow, fails several times*

I found the jyh shirt fic. I checked out your blog. I found one (1) other fic. Saabs are magnificent. I want mooooooooore. Geureoni hanbonda - mOrE (stan twice).

But rlly. I hiatus a lot, but I wanna be a regular anon here. And I definitely want to read (and maybe even collab with you? I do write, if you're gonna consider it) a whole ass chaptered fic abt neighbour! San

Love ya to the sky,

Your fics are amazing,

I say goodbye for now,

and never stop creating!

good evening to you too!

firstly I'm so glad you loved my works! i've actually got two works on my page if you haven't read the mingi one already.

please be a regular here! im excited about creating a regular audience who interact and enjoy my posts.

and I'd love to collab! that sounds like it'd be loads of fun! I've never worked on a chaptered fic but I'd be happy to work on that <3

and I shall not!

#ask #ask answered #potaeto-writes-on-wp #ateez

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shingisimp · 2 years

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I NEED A PROOFREADER FOR SOME NSFW

#i am inpatient >:(#im kidding go enjoy your shower #mwah!!

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shingisimp · 2 years

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I NEED A PROOFREADER FOR SOME NSFW

#post it #don't be shy share this sexy content with us #do it #now #tysm

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shingisimp · 2 years

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meeting [j.yh]

jeong yunho x female reader

yunho's morning meeting leaves you swaddled in bed with nothing but your duvet, but you manage to bring him round one way or another.

taglist: @star1117-archives, @meowsannie (ily all!) let me know if you want to be added to my taglist

warnings: smut, this is (again) super self-indulgent lol, some swearing, size kink, fluff-ish, hand kink if you squint, slight dirty talk, softdom!yunho, reader is super sulky, yunho's just hot okay 😵‍💫

words: 2974

note: i am back my loves with another piece to share! this one is kinda soft and similar to my last if you squint (can you tell the kind of man i like? 😂) but still different enough to appreciate yunho's characteristics.

works under the cut <3

"come on babe! your meeting isn't for another hour!" you tried to convince your stubborn boyfriend yunho to lay cuddled up in bed with you for another few minutes or so, but he was already half-dressed. annoyingly, he looked irresistible half-dressed like this, in nothing but his boxers and white button-up (that was indeed not buttoned up, at all). he was not helping your want for him at all. the room was cold, curtains drawn still, preventing any warmth from seeping in through the blinds, and without your boyfriend's radiator of a body, you were practically left shivering.

"i know, sweetheart, but-" you didn't let him explain himself, interrupting with a whine before turning around and bundling yourself up in the bedsheets. you were definitely sulking, evident by the pout that weighed down your expression.

"fine, go to your stupid meeting," you turned to face yunho and his half-dressed body, and you were sure your brain short-circuited at the sight. he was busy fighting his slack trousers up his toned legs, and the latter seemed to be victorious until he yanked the fabric with strength. his hands flexed deliciously throughout, and suddenly you were aware of just how naked you and your boyfriend were- you needed to distract him… "i'll just be here, alone in bed… up to no good"

that last line caught yunho's attention as he zippered the slacks, but left the button undone, revealing the very edge of his boxers. you certainly appreciated that detail and spent far too many seconds devouring his every detail with your gaze. he noticed and chuckled at your trance-like state but decided to allow your stare to linger- much for his benefit as it was yours, too.

yunho never quite understood exactly how his physical appearance turned you on. to everyone he'd met before you, he was a puppy, a golden retriever, a sunshine, something along the lines of 'cute and childish'. and he'd always just accepted that he was the cute one. then you showed up, and he had never felt sexier. the minute your eyes locked, you were jelly for a spine, knees weak and craving the man's tall, broad posture as support. yunho remembers your first meeting together fluently, and would always tease the fact that you got wildly drunk and clung to him all night, whispering about how hot he was. he knew you were the one from him from that night.

"what do you mean 'up to no good'? i'll be gone for like forty minutes tops," yunho scratched his head before trying to tame his dark hair back to its previous presentation. you ignored his question and buried yourself completely under the duvet, unimpressed when he didn't offer to stay in bed. after all, he was the one that started this. yunho rolled his eyes playfully, and you felt the bed dip beside you. hope filled you, thinking maybe he'd given in, and then he pulled the blankets off you.

"hello beautiful," he flashed his signature cheeky grin, hoping it would coax some sort of smile out of you, but his attempt was feeble. instead, he was met with a frown.

"go away! it's cold…" you huddled up into a ball, rolled on your side with your back against him. yunho simply chuckled, bringing his hand down to brush through your hair that had gotten tangled during your tossing and turning.

"it's one meeting, (y/n), and then i'm all yours, okay? we can do whatever you like," his comment ignited a warm feeling in your stomach, and you finally turned around to look at him. his shirt was still unbuttoned, tight around his shoulders and flowing over the rest of his skin. it was sinful how angelic he could look mere minutes after waking up (and you were slightly jealous that he'd always be the pretty one in the relationship).

"one kiss and i'll consider waiting," you began to pull yourself up, using his open shirt as support by gripping the material in your tight fists. yunho winced, imagining the hand-shaped creases now in his shirt that he spent far too long ironing out any imperfections with. but it was you, and he didn't have the heart to tell you off.

he accepted your offer, nonetheless, leaning down to meet your lips in a light peck, pulling away to reveal your frowning face again.

"you said one kiss!" he defended,

"that was barely a kiss. that was… that was like pity," you replied, kneeling up in bed now so you would somewhat match his crouched height.

your figure was adorned in one of yunho's t-shirts, and the man hadn't taken much notice until now, when you'd knelt up and the fabric rose with you, revealing much of your hips and upper thighs. his mouth went dry, trying his absolute hardest not to let your naked skin get the better of him. he prided himself on being resilient…

that all came crumbling down the minute you pulled yunho in by the open collar, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to his lips and humming into the act. his hands involuntarily held your waist, and you smirked against his mouth when you fell back purposely, with his half-dressed body atop yours.

"hello, handsome. looks like you fell into our bed. what a shame, seeing as you're leaving for such an important meeting…" yunho loved when you teased, and your cheeky nature brought out his own playful vibe too. it was something you both loved about each other, something that kept things light-hearted and fun, even in serious times. like today, yunho's meeting was in fact very important. he didn't worry you with the details a couple weeks ago when he announced it, however, but he'd rather keep it that way. yunho took on any burden his broad shoulders could carry- his own and yours too.

"it seems that i have, hm? and how did that happen?"

"you must've just fallen,"

"for you, yes," his cheesy remark earned him a groan from you as you turned your face away from his equally cheesy grin. "that was terrible, sorry" he played it off.

"yeah, it was. you're better off just kissing me. can't do any wrong there," and oh how wrong you were…

what started as just a few innocent kisses with giggles in between soon turned into a full-blown make out session, with yunho's thigh wedged between your legs whilst your hands pulled at his collar. his face hovered above yours, breathless as you pulled away from another deep kiss. "y-yunho, mhm, you need to go-"

"i'll get an uber, or call one of the guys, i can't go to the meeting like this,"

"like what? oh," you looked down at where his thigh pressed against your bare core, noticing the damp patch in the fabric. you blushed and hid your face in your hands, embarrassed that your arousal was being pointed out like that. "i didn't realise i was making a mess,"

"huh? oh, me neither," yunho chuckled as he pulled his thigh away, earning him a whimper from you and a full look at the stain on his slacks. "hm, i was more talking about my raging hard-on, but yes that's a good excuse too," yunho's hardened cock was straining against his trousers and boxers, and you hadn't looked until he mentioned it. now, you couldn't keep your eyes off it. "want to help me get rid of this, baby?"

that was all it took for you to crash your lips into his once again, hands working meticulously (and quickly, for time was still not on your side) to pull the zipper of yunho's slacks down and get the trousers off his legs. he kicked them off clumsily, and you giggled through short kisses at his long limbs flailing about to free themselves from the confides of the fabric. eventually, he was left in nothing but his boxers and unbuttoned dress shirt, and your mouth watered at the sight.

you studied his body for a moment, what little moment you had anyway, and watched as his soft muscles tensed under the diffused sunlight that filtered through the curtains. his skin glowed, as he usually did when he woke up, in a way that was warm and comforting, that made him look angelic. sometimes you swore his hair would fan upwards to make a halo above his head.

"you are so beautiful, yun," you really milked the moment you had, hands roaming up yunho's torso and rippling against the definitions in his skin. he smirked and landed a kiss to your forehead.

"as are you, sweetheart, my beautiful girl," he met your lips with a long, gentle kiss, but quickly resumed his previous ministrations with you, wedging his thigh between your legs again. you gasped, nails scraping against him, causing yunho to groan at the light sting. he leant up, about to remove his shirt, until you stopped him. he raised a brow at you, lightly panting, in confusion.

"keep the shirt on. uhm, i-i… i find it hot," your cheeks burned a deep crimson as blood rushed to your face, trying to hide behind your hands again, but he pulled them away and pinned them to either side of your head. he loved it when you surprised him, and you never failed to.

"hot? what's hot about it?"

"yunho don't judge me,"

"i'm not! i'm curious, honestly. surely the shirt is… in the way? a distraction?"

you shook your head no, loosening your hands free from his hold and gripping the material of his button-up before pulling him forward into another kiss. this time a moan slipped past your lips, of which yunho swallowed up and reciprocated. when you both pulled away breathlessly, your boyfriend pressed his forehead to yours, a smile on his face. "ah, i kind of get it now, okay. i'll keep the shirt on, darling,"

"what time is it?" you worried that yunho would be late. you pretended not to care, but you expected him to shower you with kisses before he left on time, not offer a quickie and leave him seconds to spare. still, you weren't complaining.

"thought you wanted me to stay,"

"i do! just… don't be late because of me, okay?"

"sweetheart, it'll be fine. come on," he knew you were worrying now, and needed to distract you, quick. he brought his hand down between your bodies and pressed his index finger against your clit before slowly pushing it inside your core and biting his lip at how wet you were. he pumped the digit carefully, then added another, watching you spread your legs wider for him and moan softly. "there you go, darling… feel good?"

"yes, yun, fuck," you cursed, hips rolling up to meet his hand movements while he studied your face and figure intently. it was no secret that he thought you were the most beautiful thing to ever grace his eyes, and wrapped up in his hands and his shirt made you even more delectable. your hair fanned out over the pillow in soft wisps, your skin luminous under the influence of the day, under yunho- just how he liked.

"so pretty, my pretty girl. couldn't wait for me to come home, hm? had to have me now," yunho leant forward and whispered in your ear, igniting a trail of goosebumps from your neck down to your toes by the time he added a third finger. you were dripping all over his hand, balling the fabric of your shirt up in your fists and arching your hips. you nodded profusely, whining his name whilst fumbling with his boxers. yunho gripped your jaw in his other hand, colliding your lips with his before gently pulling his fingers from you. he couldn't resist making a show of clearing his fingers of your arousal, sucking each finger slowly and humming in satisfaction. "tastes so good, sweetheart. i could never get enough of you,"

"then fuck me, please. we don't have much time before you have to go," you downturned your lips, but yunho was quick to soothe your worries when he peppered kisses down your temples and cheeks as he pulled his cock free from his boxers.

"don't worry about time. i'll make it just fine. you ready for me, sweetheart?" yunho ducked his hips until his cock pressed against your sopping core, eyes rolling back at the sensation. you gripped onto him by his open shirt, and he smirked at how the fabric had proved to come in handy- he could definitely see the appeal now. he teased the tip through your folds, shivering, body out of his control as he sunk into you with one fluid movement. his jaw dropped, eyes hooded, and all yunho could do was watch as you wantonly moaned his name and screwed his once-neatly ironed shirt to creases. your hips rocked slowly to grow accustomed to his size, the sudden stretch so mind-blowing that you had to hold onto something to ground yourself whilst your conscious floated up into cloud nine.

"yunho, holy fuck, you're… mhm, g-going to be late-"

"darling stop telling me about the time and, hmph, take me like a good girl," his gentle dominance left you with no choice to obey, nodding profusely as yunho knelt on the bed with your hips in his hands. he massaged the soft skin beneath his thumbs, pulling his cock slowly out of you, only to push himself all the way forward, filling you up to the hilt. his head bowed, and a low, guttural groan fell from his open lips as you clamped around his cock. "oh my- baby, you are so tight,"

yunho's breathless moans met your own, already weak to the sights and sounds of you. your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer, leaving his movement limited but still incredibly pleasing. yunho rocked himself forward, lodging his cock even deeper inside of you, and for a moment you thought he could split you in half with how big he was- even after years of sleeping together, your mind could never quite comprehend his size…

"please move, yun please," your pleads and whines were a melody, music to your boyfriend's ears as he chuckled pitifully above you. your body became pliant in his hands, and he toyed with you like he knew it, fingers groping your soft flesh to get a tighter hold of you before increasing his speed. you released a cry of his name as he pistoned his hips into you, shaking the mattress beneath you both with the strength of his motions. "fuck, f-faster, yun,"

"mhm, don't rush, darling,"

"but you'll be late-" yunho interrupted your worries with a groan and a particular hard snap of his hips, rendering you speechless. he landed a soft spank to your thigh, moaning at the way your skin rippled and flushed red under the influence of his actions "didn't i tell you to stop worrying about the damn time?" he spoke through gritted teeth, leaning forward to barely capture your lips in a messy kiss. you swallowed each other's sounds, focusing only on the rhythm of your bodies as yunho brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

he could read your body like a book, and knew you were close when your legs twitched, tied around his waist- and he wasn't close behind either. he quickly lost the rhythm you two had built up, thrusts slower, deeper, more desperate in their manner. your hands gripped onto your t-shirt (that by now had ridden up to reveal most of your figure to yunho), thinly draping over your breasts only, but you didn't move it. the friction of the fabric rubbing against your nipples provided a sensation so unique and arousing, increased tenfold when yunho pressed two fingers to your clit and drew circles against the nerves. you tensed up, chanting his name like a mantra while you let him play you to your finish. "come on, baby, you're so close. cum for me," his encouragement was all you needed.

"yunho! y-yun, fuck!" you cursed, moaning his name as your orgasm crashed down on you, as did your boyfriend as he quickly came after you. he caught his breath as he emptied himself inside of you, pressing soppy kisses to your stomach and hips before pulling out and nestling his forehead against your chest. you ran your hands up his back over his shirt, humming in complete satisfaction.

just when you two were about to indulge in some post-sex cuddles, yunho's phone rang on the bedside table, and a look of horror washed over your previously relaxed features. "yunho-" when you tried to communicate your panic, he answered the phone and placed the contact on speaker. "hi joong, what's up?"

hongjoong. he only called when yunho was in trouble, as he had told you before. you slapped your hand over your mouth to attempt to stay as silent as possible, although you still weren't finished catching your breath. yunho looked down at you with a smile.

"yunho where the hell are you? the meeting is almost starting," he sounded vexed, and you shot a look of anger at yunho when his lips didn't drop their upward curve.

"yeah i'm coming. i just had… another meeting beforehand i had to attend to,"

"yunho!" you scolded him for his cheeky remark, gasping as you immediately realised you gave yourself and your boyfriend away. you tried to hide behind your pillow, despite its uselessness, you hoped it would soften the blow of hongjoong's condemning.

"wait, (y/n)? what are you two- oh, god, nevermind. just get your ass here before this starts," with that, hongjoong hung up, leaving yunho to chuckle at the man and pull the pillow from your face. "sounds like i'm in trouble huh?"

tysm for reading! <3 tags below :)

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shingisimp · 2 years

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Hi hi I would love to be added to the tag list 🤭🤭 do we maybe get an continuation for the san Drabble 👀 Istg his body structure is on another level and I mean that not just out of simping purposes but also because of admiration🙌🏼

(If you do decide to write one…I have a request🥴)

hello my love!!

yes of course you can be added to the tag list <3, i'm posting soon so you should be tagged in that :)

and to be honest the san abs (the saabs) drabble was planned to be a standalone piece but if you'd like to see that develop into a smut, that's definitely something i'd love to do!

and go ahead love! request away <3

#ask #ask answered #meowsannie #ateez

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shingisimp · 2 years

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saabs drabble [c.sn]

choi san drabble

this isn't anything formal! i wrote this a while ago and liked how it came out so i thought i'd share this <3

taglist: @star1117-archives (ily mwah!), let me know if you want to be added to my taglist

warnings: naked skin?? basically just abs in detail lol, and very oversexualised haha

words: 484

note: nobody asked for this and yet here we are 😚 i was so proud of this when i wrote it like over a year ago- hopefully it's still good? let me know <3

works under the cut <3

he entered the room, chest heaving as his breath fell from his lips in heavy passes. it was warm, and san craved the crisp air from the open window to occupy his lungs and cool his heated body. his feet trudged through the carpet as his legs were stiff, muscles still tight and sore from his previous workout. the man was a machine, and even after copious amounts of dance practice, he insisted upon at least another hour of weight training. he enjoyed the duality his petite body presented: thin, tone form poised, moves gracefully flowing from limbs to torso; and then stocky, firm muscle tensing and flexing under the influence of the weights. san's figure showed exactly this. he was small, of average height, with a delectable build: broad shoulders, long, slender arms packed with thick muscle that fed down to his veiny hands, and a thin waist that dipped beside his defined abdominals. he was sculpted like a greek god. people would worship him. people wanted to be him.

san knew this, and the thought of showcasing himself to the world never failed to strike a devilish smirk across his face. in fact, he did so as he stretched his arms up, groaning while his muscles loosened. his head lulled backwards, supple, pink lips agape to allow the sound its sweet escape, but it wasn't enough- san's body was still overheated. beads of sweat decorated the junction of his neck, some trailed down his pectorals and caused his cotton shirt to stick against his skin. the uncomfortable cling was what caused him to exhale heavily, a moan laced in his breath, before hooking his fingers beneath the hem and tugging the shirt off. it was crumpled in his hand, and san used the cotton as a makeshift towel to wipe the sweat from his abs. the liquid still poured down his skin like honey, reflecting his rich golden tones, and smudging such perfect drips now allowed the muscles to glitter under the warm light of the bedroom, from the bedside lamp. san immediately stretched to allow the outside air blowing in cold streams through the open window to quell his exhaustion. consequently, his shoulders flexed, muscles rippling in waves across him. then were his arms that seemed to double in size when provoked to. even the man's neck was tense, a vein popping on its side beneath the skin. the silhouette created from the window was one of stonework, like every piece of him was meticulously chosen, like no line or contour was an accident. once more, his head rolled back, eyes open this time, and to his delight, he'd developed an audience- well, one member of such.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," san remarked, and although you couldn't see such (he had turned around to face the window once more), you knew a smirk was seared into his face.

tysm for reading! <3 tags below :)

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shingisimp · 2 years

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fuck it imma post the saabs drabble 😫😫

i got two notes im taking those as a yes

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i did this drabble about san's abs... would anyone be interested if i posted it? it was a pure experiment with words and metaphors but maybe it came out good? what if i gave a lil spoiler 🤗

spoiler under the cut <3

he was small, of average height, with a delectable build: broad shoulders, long, slender arms packed with thick muscle that fed down to his veiny hands, and a thin waist that dipped beside his defined abdominals. he was sculpted like a greek god, people would worship him. people wanted to be him.

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shingisimp · 2 years

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warm me up [s.mg]

song mingi x female reader

when naked morning cuddles take a turn, you're left to rely on your boyfriend to soothe your pain, but you come up with a much better suggestion...

warnings: smut, size kink (reader is very small), mentions of pain (specifically stomach cramps that aren't related to periods!), implied body image issues from reader (big bellies are beautiful), swearing, so much fluff, mingi is just the softest boyfriend ever plz 🥺

words: idk how to find out yet

note: hello my loves! this is my first fanfic i'm posting to tumblr! i've been writing fanfic for around 3-4 years and finally wanted to upload one myself. i'm not expecting much- i just hope that you enjoy this. this post is super self-indulgent as i suffer from suspected endometriosis, and so this was written when i was having pretty painful stomach cramps as a result of that. otherwise, please enjoy, like and reblog this! mwah!!

works under the cut <3

today would've been perfect. beams of golden sun streamed past the crack in the shut curtains, warming the expanse of your chilled, naked back as your front lay flush with mingi's own, both on your sides as if to face each other. his chin became nestled into the top of your head, bowing down occasionally to allow the man movement, only for him to bury the very tip of his nose into your hair. you smelled sweet, clean but not like cosmetics- it was just you, and mingi adored it. it reminded him of cotton bedsheets, the early morning sunshine, foaming bubbles suspended in steamy bath water, home. he sighed deeply, content, arms thrown about your waist and tightening softly, enough to remind your dozing mind of his presence. you reciprocated mingi's gentle exhale, air blowing onto his torso, and he giggled at the tickle that rose goosebumps to his skin.

everything remained blissful, everything remained perfect. and it would've stayed that way if it weren't for the cramping of your stomach. it came in waves, washing intense pain over your body right when you had managed to settle enough to feel calm. when the pain struck again, your face crunched its features into one, forehead pushing into mingi's chest as your whole body became stiff and sore. he took the brute of your actions, because no matter how heavy the dull ache was that he felt from your limbs clamping around his body, it didn't amount to the crippling sensation that shot through you, and he knew that. mingi shushed you softly as you whimpered, nails digging bluntly into his bare skin.

"you're so brave, baby," his tone was sweet, voice deep and soothing. silently, you allowed your shaky breaths to fall into sync with his, clenching your jaw before mingi brought a hand to stroke your cheek. the simple gesture reminded you to relax it, nudging your head under his palm and coaxing your boyfriend to play with your hair. he did so happily with a warm smile, mesmerised by the way your hair would flow around his digits.

"i don't feel it, oh god-" involuntarily, your body seized once again. a dry sob choked from the back of your throat before mingi urged you to silence once again, still weaving your hair between his digits. he began massaging your scalp, hoping to at least lull you to sleep. he knew you couldn't rest like this, however, but he'd still try.

"i'm so sorry you have to go through this, my love. it'll stop I promise, you'll feel okay again," reassurance usually didn't go so far with you during pain days (an all-too innocent name for what described almost weeks of agony) but you were desperate to feel better, and so ate his words up and swallowed them quick, in hope that they could quell the pain.

"here, let me move a second. i'll rub your stomach, yeah?" the genuine act of affection offered was quickly denied when you shook your head suddenly, curling further into mingi's chest.

"no! no, i'm so bloated... that can't feel nice for you,"

"baby, what will feel nice is if i can do something to help you. your stomach is beautiful, bloated or not. if you feel comfortable, i'd love to help you," he was always a gentleman, a bubbly, childish, sweet gentleman, and now showed no exception. of course, after some convincing and a lingering kiss pressed against your strained forehead, you gave in to his offer, barely nodding before mingi climbed over your body- he didn't want you to move, even though that would've been easier. now, his chest lay flat against your back, arms around your waist to knead softly at your stomach. you mewled, releasing the breath you held as his palms provided the gentlest amount of pressure to your pained tummy.

finally, you were able to relax, body sinking back against his own completely. you were at his mercy, mind rendered numb and empty of all thought. and thats why when your ass pressed up against his cock, you gasped softly.

"i know it hurts, baby..." poor mingi sounded so clueless, still stroking his hands in circles over your stomach as you tried your hardest to not think about it. it wasn't so much arousing as it was distracting, and soon you found yourself shuffling your ass against him, only trying to get comfortable with the sensation of his cock against you in such a domestic way.

he wished that your actions didn't affect him in this way. you were exhausted, hurting, and you sought care and attention. but how could mingi stay so focused when you just didn't keep still? the motion provided enough arousal to him that his cock began to harden under your influence. he gulped, slowly edging his hips from you, before you whined out at the lack of contact.

"but baby-"

"min~ you're warm, and you're moving your warmth away from me," as to not draw suspicion, mingi swallowed roughly and just hoped that somehow you wouldn't notice; oh did you notice, alright.

you couldn't say or do much when your boyfriend's hardened cock pressed at your backside, but when your cramps became overwritten with the sensation of arousal, your eyes glimmered with opportunity. maybe you couldn't get the pain to go away, but you could definitely use a distraction...

perhaps it was mean of you to begin grinding your ass back against mingi's erection, but how else could you prove you were okay? You knew he wouldn't take your word for it...

he hissed, sliding a hand down to grip your hip firmly in place and whisper in your ear: "(y/n), baby, not now... Not when you're like this,"

"i need the distraction, min. it helps my stomach,"

"a hot water bottle would help your stomach; i'll go get one. it can warm you up-"

as he was mumbling his words and beginning to move, you had flipped your body around as quick as you could in your position, gazing up into his hooded eyes. yours were glossed over, wide, reflecting need in their surface, and mingi couldn't resist you like that- you knew so.

"i want you to warm me up, you do it so much better. please, i want you," you moaned quietly, throwing your arms loosely around the man's shoulders as you willed him to cave in. his hands instinctively held your back, warm palms against your skin, and you sighed happily. the timid smile, the bliss that pooled in your eyes, the weight of your relaxed frame against his at the intimate touch all swayed mingi in your favour. who was he kidding? he wanted you too, and the raging boner pressing at your core was more than enough of a clue. when you settled into his lap once more, tugging lightly on the red hair at the nape of his neck, that's when mingi's self-restraint snapped, the final thread of his composure frayed, before his lips captured yours in a firm kiss.

your bodies melted under each other's influence, weak to the gasps and needy whines that escaped your mouths. each of you swallowed the sounds, hands greedily roaming each other's nude bodies. mingi cupped one of your breasts, fingertips toying with your nipple and pinching a mewl from you. when mingi separated his lips from yours, he pressed your foreheads together. a moment was spent exchanging deep, passionate gazes, breath mingling as the two of you panted lightly.

"are you absolutely sure you're okay with this, baby?" the man asked once more. it was endearing and polite, of course it was, but you wanted him now, and asking only meant you had to wait longer. you smirked, rolling your eyes playfully before tugging him forward into another kiss. now, your core began to grind down over his bare cock. neither of you could suppress the moans that bubbled from your throats as mingi's cock glided between your folds, his tip prodding at your clit with every movement. his face contorted into an expression of strained pleasure, eyes narrowed and teeth grit together as his neediness became somewhat painful. this is why you loved being on top, slightly in control of the pace, to witness the man's face and the way its features changed under the influence of your body, and now was no exception.

"you're- hmph... you're way too pleased with yourself considering i'm not even inside of you yet," mingi was referring to the smirk that had seared itself into your face. you bit your lip back in response to prevent said grin from curling up into a full-blown smile, rocking your hips slower now over his lap.

"i like your reactions, that's why," you smiled, but the cockiness soon crumbled once your boyfriend spread one of his large hands across the small of your back and pulled you closer before proceeding to flip you two over. now, you were beneath him, body cradled by the mattress, bedsheets and blankets. your lips collided in another breathless kiss, mingi's travelling down your body before wrapping his tongue around one of your nipples. your expression faltered, mouth agape and eyes rolled back as you threw your fingers into the man's hair. hopelessly, you tugged him forward, moaning profusely at the feeling- mingi always knew your nipples were sensitive, and adored the reactions he could get from stimulating them alone. One day, he'd try and see how much of a mess he could make of you by toying with nothing but your breasts, but right now, your core sliding over his cock wasn't something he couldn't wait for. still, mingi couldn't resist the cheeky comment that followed once his lips detached from your nipple with an audible pop.

"i like your reactions, too,"

you rolled your eyes at the shit-eating grin he sent you, giggling when he leant back down for another kiss, one that quickly led to the both of you swallowing each other's moans. you couldn't take much more teasing, pulling away with a gasp as you spewed your words.

"min, baby, please.. n-no more teasing. i need you, now. fuck me, please," it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the way your clit throbbed as your hips ground up around your boyfriend's cock. it had become something your body did without command, out of control, and that's exactly what you felt- you could no longer dictate your actions as you gripped the base of mingi's aching cock and began to push the length inside of yourself, jaw falling slack when you moaned at the stretch. "f-fuck, (y/n), you didn't warn me-"

"didn't want to- mhm! Just wanted you to fuck me."

part of you, admittedly, was scared of losing focus, of getting distracted and feeling that familiar cramping sensation in your lower gut, rather than the swirl of arousal you had become so used. to. the last thing mingi wanted to do with you was rush you, aware of your fragile state, but when you dictated the pace, he had no choice but to follow...

a chain of shaky whines rolled off your tongue, and at that point, it was safe to say that your cramps were no longer at the forefront of your mind. now, your body swam in a numbing sea of pleasure, complete with mingi's firm grip on your hips and his mouth latched around your remaining nipple that he made a mental note previously not to neglect. you couldn't be anymore thankful for the fact, either, as you arched your back to receive more of the feeling. he chuckled at the pitiful whine you let out, pulling at his shoulder blades to lessen the already-minimal gap between your slick bodies.

"move, please babe. y-you know i can't handle this," you were such a helpless sight, whimpering as his cock stretched your tight hole beyond what any toy (or man, for that matter) could achieve. and just as you thought he couldn't lodge himself any deeper inside of you, mingi's hips became flush against your own, breathy exclamations of satisfaction shared between you both. your thighs trembled as his palms wrapped around the circumference of the soft muscle, nimble fingers squeezing and moulding the skin as he liked, adoring the way your body behaved for him. when he arched his neck up, mingi's hooded eyes met your own, lids heavy with arousal and a peaceful kind of neediness, an accepting gaze that had your heart catching in your throat- the words 'i love you' stuck as your tongue swirled around itself and became trapped between your teeth when the man rocked his hips back and forth slowly. you cursed your boyfriend's name, your tiny hands shaky as they tugged mingi's hair and pulled his body forward with all their might- you were already shaky prior due to the pain, and your breathing had been laboured since your body cramped and convulsed. his lips crashed into yours before he picked up the pace, thrusts more intent and fluid. soon, you two had established a smooth, slow, deep rhythm that pricked goosebumps all over your body and rendered you both breathless.

"mhm! god, b-baby, feels so good." you whined, allowing your body every sensitive reaction- including when your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. hot pleasure seared through you, mingi's hands spreading even more heat wherever he dragged his palms. His fingers squeezed around your thighs, past your hips until they rested on your stomach, the place that started all of this. mingi slowed his pace to focus more on rubbing steady circles against your tummy, satisfied when he heard your moans simmer to peaceful hums. you adored how careful he was with you, part of that due to how much bigger his body was than yours. he wished to wrap his limbs around your body and keep you sheltered from everything sometimes because you really were just that small pressed up against him. his hand alone completely covered your stomach, fingertips grazing beneath your breasts, and he wished to savour the sight of you so meek and reliant on him to feel better. that's all mingi ever wanted to do- absolutely spoil you rotten, because you were his princess, his one treasure. every stroke of his cock inside of you came with an insatiable need to pull as much pleasure from you as he could, it became his mission, his one true focus. and so, it came as shock to you when mingi slid his hand between your bodies and twisted his wrist in an awkward position, just to make sure he could rub circles against your clit.

his actions were met with moans and whines from you, of which mingi bent forward to swallow each and every one before pressing his lips to yours feverishly, failing to conceal just how enamoured he was with you.

"fuck, baby-"

"i love you, (y/n). fucking hell i can't ever get enough of you" mingi cut you off with a groan, following his declaration of love with the increased pace of his hips slapping against your own. your legs began to shake, an action of which you tried to warn mingi was approaching as your orgasm bubbled in your stomach. his fingers pressed firmer against your clit and your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head whilst chanting mingi's name like a prayer as his thrusts brought you to heaven. every moment was heavenly with him, every smile his lips curved into, every laugh and giggle his chest shook with, every single thing about mingi was complete perfection, right down to the way he held your shaking body as you came. Like he did with everything, mingi praised you, rubbing his large hands over your body and holding your tiny ones in his own. he didn't even think about his own orgasm until it became impossible to ignore, spurred on by your desperate whines and tightened core as you clamped down around his cock. he didn't even have the time to pull out (not that you were letting him by the feel of things) before mingi was nudging his face against your neck and moaning against your skin, filling your aching, exhausted body with his warm cum. the sensation was just enough to completely, finally soothe you, melting back into the bed with your boyfriend rolling down into the space beside you.

he pressed kisses against your sweat-slick skin, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you into his chest.

"how are you feeling, baby?" mingi was adorably breathless, eyes covered by his dampened red hair, of which you pushed aside to press a kiss to his forehead.

"mh, much warmer now, thank you,"

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