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sxcret-garden · 9 months

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San ღ Drowsy [M]

ღ Ateez San x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~2.5k ღ genre: soft smut (switch!San, a bit of dry humping, unprotected sex, orgasm control) ღ warnings: (mentions of him running his fingers through reader's hair)

Desc.: Your boyfriend San is about to doze off next to you late at night, when you try to wake him up and gradually your sleepy cuddle session turns into something more than just that.

It’s the middle of the night. You stayed up late to get some more studying done, and because you just couldn’t wait another day to watch the new episode of the series you’re currently hooked on. Your boyfriend San isn’t much of a fan, though he occasionally joins you to watch an episode together, because that means a whole hour of being together with you peacefully among both of your busy schedules. Plus, he knows that as soon as he lies down on the bed next to you and he puts his head in your lap, your fingers will wander to his hair by themselves, brushing through it softly and playing with it absentmindedly. At some point you had joked that he trained you well, since it became such a natural habit for you to play with his hair after he had begged you a few times to do it, to which he had glanced up at you, smiling so his dimples showed, and answered, “Like a cat trains its owner?” You had laughed about it then, but the more you kept thinking about it, the more your boyfriend actually began to remind you of a cat. Starting with his facial features to the way he could sleep whole days away if anyone let him, you’ve been noticing these tiny details about him more than ever and making small connections in your head.

Today though, those thoughts are nowhere near the center of your attention - quite opposite to what’s happening on the laptop screen in front of you. As it illuminates the room with its artificial light, your eyes follow every scene with great interest, and your mind feels awake as you listen to the dialogue in detail. San however is about to doze off in your lap, lulled to sleep by the gentle touches of your fingertips against his scalp. Sometimes you dare to take your eyes off the screen for a second to spare him a look or two, and you see his eyelids drooping. He’s fighting to stay awake, probably for your sake, though you wouldn’t be mad at him if he just drifted off to sleep like this. A faint smile appears on your lips and you lean down to place a gentle kiss onto his temple, before continuing to massage his scalp. He too smiles, and you return to watching your series.

Eventually the episode ends, and you close the laptop and then carefully get up so as not to wake a now sleeping San, tiptoeing to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You return and find him curled up, his body lying on top of the blanket, with a pillow safely wrapped in his arms. You chuckle at the sight, and as you try to shake his shoulders slightly, the pout on his lips grows bigger.

“San, you shouldn’t sleep without a blanket. You’ll catch a cold…” you whisper, unsure if he can hear you. When he doesn’t react, you let out a sigh and then lie down next to him, facing him, and trying to free the pillow from his embrace. “San,” you call out to him once more, keeping your voice down. But this time he furrows his brows and brings his knees closer to his torso, as if to protest against you trying to wake him up again. As he’s in the process of burying his face in the pillow up to his cheekbones, you reach out and run your fingers through his hair, just like you had done before, however this time applying a bit more pressure so as to guide him into leaning his head back. The pillow not covering his face anymore now, you move closer and place a soft kiss on his pouty lips, feeling them relax under your feathery touch. Getting sleepy yourself, you let yourself get caught up in the kiss, not pulling back after a few seconds as you had planned, but letting your lips melt together, and eventually deepening the kiss. A small whine escapes him as you part eventually, and you let your gaze scan his face in the dark, trying to make out as many details as possible. You barely see the moles on his skin, but the bridge of his nose stands out to you, and you can see him opening his eyes ever so slightly.

“Want another kiss?” you ask, not missing the pleading expression written all over his face. He nods, wordlessly, and his grip on the pillow loosens, ready to give it up so he can enclose your body in his arms instead. “Then get under the blanket with me,” you say, trying to make a deal, but your words fall on deaf ears. He puts the pillow aside, throwing it over his shoulder in a sleepy motion, and then he extends his hand to place it on your cheek. You lean into his touch for a moment, before his fingertips begin to wander, trailing a path down the side of your neck, to your shoulder, and eventually down your side, until it comes to rest on your waist. He moves a little closer and you let him kiss you again. As with most of his kisses, it’s a soft but intense touch, never demanding too much, yet pouring a strong sense of longing and passion into his actions. You allow yourself to start feeling drunk on his kiss, knowing that if he was to go any further, he would probably make you lose your self-control rather quickly. When you part, you feel his hand shifting from your waist to your hip, and he pulls you towards him like that, until you feel his core against yours, and as you realize what made him so needy all of a sudden, you can also feel his own body heat going over to you, as if you suddenly shared the same blood flow, rushing through your limbs and letting you both feel the electric sparks forming in the air around you. You grin at him and then slightly roll your hips against the bulge in his boxer shorts, the whine he lets out upon feeling the friction sounding like music to your ears.

“Falling asleep on me and then having some very nice dreams, I see…” you tease him, and then you put your leg over his, rolling over so he ends up on his back underneath you, with you sitting on top of him. You reach over to the bedside table to turn on a light, and you don’t fail to catch the way he flinches from the sudden brightness. A blush from being teased is still present on his cheeks, and you can’t help but coo over how cute he looks like this. Watching his reactions with great interest, you sneak a hand under the shirt he usually sleeps in, and when your cold fingertips come in contact with the skin covering his toned abs, he sucks in a breath. You let your palm wander up his warm torso, pulling the shirt up along with it to expose his stomach and chest. In contrast to your fairly cold hands, you lower yourself and let your warm tongue come in contact with his skin. Starting from about halfway up his abs, you lick a stripe up to his breastbone, and when you’re about to straighten your back again, you feel one of his hands at the back of your head, fingers digging into your hair. You place a kiss right there, on his hot skin, and you feel him shiver as you breathe out, blowing some cool air onto his chest in the process. You tug at his shirt to signal that it’s in the way, and in order to slip it off him, he lets you sit up for a moment. He too starts roaming your torso from your shoulders down to your stomach restlessly, and you take off your shirt as well, both now being left merely with your underpants on. His palms immediately find your breasts, and you enjoy the way his touch builds up warmth in your core for just a few seconds. Then you take his hands in yours and as you lean in to connect your lips to his, you wrap your fingers around his wrists and place them above his head. You know he’d usually be strong enough to escape your hold if he wanted to, but throughout the time you’d been dating San you have learned that in certain situations he isn’t one to fight back much, unless you push him to his limits. You enjoy the unconditional power you have over him in moments like these, but what you love even more is pushing all the right buttons to feel him gradually melt underneath you, until eventually you’re left with but a whining mess of a boy. And even though, seeing how late at night it already is, pushing him to that state wasn’t the plan today, with how sensitive your boyfriend reacts to all your touches at the moment you feel like you might get there anyway.

You kiss your way from the corner of his mouth to his neck, licking and biting just beneath his ear, as he looks the other way to expose the freckled skin fully. Your face buried in his neck and one hand tangled in his hair as much as his position allows it, you grind your core against his boxers again, and this time as well you receive a whine of pleasure. San throws his arms around you suddenly, and you can feel his nails digging into the bare skin on your back. You grin triumphantly from making him react like this, and you grant him another roll of your hips, to which he too tries to push his core closer to yours.

“Greedy, aren’t we today…?” you comment, whispering right into his ear, before you bite his earlobe and repeat the motion of your hips, falling into a slow but steady rhythm. His hands start becoming restless again, one of them finding its way up into your hair, while the other finds your ass, squeezing it in an attempt to pull you closer. It catches you by surprise and you yelp, before he turns his head to face you. Without hesitation you connect your lips with his, and you share a deep kiss, burning up a fire from inside, and you feel it spreading through your entire being.

“San,” you call out to him, as you feel yourself breathless from the kiss. His eyes follow you closely while you sit up on top of him, and you make space to be able to pull down his pants just far enough. You quickly wriggle out of yours as well, probably not very elegantly, but at this point you don’t care. Something about the way he kissed you lit up a desire deep in your chest, and now you can’t fight the need to feel him inside you anymore. You weren’t going to give in this fast, yet here you are, lowering yourself onto his cock, while he holds your hips to support you, and probably because he’s yearning for some control. You feel him stretching you out, but the feeling isn’t uncomfortable, so once you’ve settled on top of his hips you immediately go over to riding him. You try to keep your pace slow, but the way he moans and makes you moan with him causes you to want to hear more, and so you fasten your pace rather quickly. You lean in to give him another open mouthed kiss, but focusing on kissing each other becomes difficult as you’re both rushing towards your highs. One after the other, you remove his hands from your hips, pinning him against the bed instead, and his name falls from your lips, once, then a second time. He too calls out for you, and from the way he’s clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut you can see he’s about to cum.

“Not yet, San,” you say and stop all motions at once. You’re not sure where the sudden return of your control came from, but it’s not like you have the time or will to ponder on that right now either. You see him throwing his head back into the pillow, frustration engraved in his features, and he lets out a pained whine. As if to comfort him you lean in and place a soft kiss to his temple, then to the tip of his nose. “Don’t cum before me, baby,” you whisper, and you kiss him, this time properly. He nods, the frustration still present on his face, though when you pull back to take a good look at him, you find obedience deep in his eyes. For some reason you feel like there is also an apologetic expression hidden in them, and when you feel him tense his muscles underneath you, you begin to understand why.

“I won’t cum before you… I promise.” You hear him mumble those words, before he flips you over easily, like a piece of paper. After all, you don’t stand a chance against him when he uses his strength. Pinning you to the bed for just a second, you share one brief look, before he lets go of your hands and wraps his arms around your upper body instead, holding onto your shoulders while you throw your legs around his waist. He rolls his hips against yours, making you moan from the friction and the way every single one of his thrusts seems to send an electric wave throughout your whole body. He buries his face in your neck, and you can hear him grunt through gritted teeth in between moans of your name. Feeling your high building up in your core, you too hold onto his broad shoulders with all your might. Along with how he picks up his pace, you roll your hips, hoping to feel just a little bit more of him inside you. And then eventually, your moans turn into a string of curses as you feel your orgasm approach, and you clench hard around him when it hits you. Merely the blink of an eye later, he too lets out a desperate whine, and you can feel him filling you up inside.

Both panting, San collapses on top of you. That blissful sensation still fresh in your mind, you turn your head so the tips of your noses touch, and you brush your fingertips through his hair, feeling him lean into your touch. His eyes are closed as you watch him, still in the process of catching his breath.

“San, let’s get under the blanket now,” you propose. For a second he hesitates, but then reason seems to take the better of him and he nods. He switches off the lights for you, and as soon as you are both lying under the warm and fluffy blanket, his arms are wrapped tightly around your body and he’s back to burying his face in your neck. “Sweet dreams,” you whisper, and you place a kiss on his forehead. You feel him return the peck in your neck before he answers, voice drowsy,

“Sleep well, baby.”

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spacequokka · 3 months

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It was bad enough to be in this situation at all, much less with a chatterbox like San. You'd stopped listening to him ages ago, desperate to fall asleep as quickly as possible to skip through the awkwardness. But no. San was determined to talk you both to death.

"San, please. Please be quiet, I'm trying to sleep," you said softly as you pulled the pillow over your head. The words lingered in the air between you two as he shifted on the king-sized bed, causing a subtle ripple of movement.

"Sorry," his voice came out in a hushed whisper that filled the darkness, "just anxious."

"About?" You couldn't help but inquire with genuine curiosity. "It's just us and a bed."

"Alone in a bed. In a hotel room. In the dark." His excitement was palpable in his tone.

You turned towards him, straining to discern his eyes, nose, and lips in the dim light before responding calmly," It's not like we're gonna have sex though."

He moved closer until his breath faintly grazed against your lips when he spoke again, "But we could." Startled by his words, you took a moment to process the implications. He took your silence as an invitation to continue, gently brushing his fingers against your cheek. "Just one night, no strings attached." His lips ghosted over yours. "Unless you want more."

You felt a rush of conflicting emotions, unsure of how to respond. You'd heard the rumors and saw the way girls giggled and blushed as they recounted their nights with him. Rumor had it he was a beast in bed, something akin to a demon fueled by lust and pride who was hellbent on proving his reputation. However, being in his close circle of friends had granted you immunity of sorts, safe from his gluttonous libido. If Hongjoong and Seonghwa knew what he was up to at the moment, they'd string him up by his toes.

He could sense your inner turmoil. Who would he be if he didn't try to coax you into giving in? He moved his hand from your cheek to your neck, thumb lightly tracing circles on your skin. His touch sent a shiver down your spine and he felt it, smirking as he repeated the motion. "When was the last time you let someone take care of you, pretty? Hm?"

"San--"

He groaned and rolled over on top of you, his thighs framing your body as he whispered in your ear, "Don't fight it, baby. No one will know." He ground his hips against yours, his erection digging into your stomach and sparking desire in your core.

Your breath was shaky when you finally answered, "Okay."

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starry-nights-garden · 9 months

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✧ Ateez San x gn!reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: angst, comfort ✧ warnings: mentions of reader overworking themselves ✧ prompt: angry kisses

You stumble through the front door of your apartment on a late Friday evening, slipping out of your shoes in one swift motion, and then walking inside on quick feet. You barely notice San standing in the small kitchen space, awaiting you with a friendly smile.

“Welcome home! I made us dinner,” he announces, about to carry some plates over to the small dining table, but you walk right past him, driven by the force that’s been tugging at your shoulders for weeks and that seems like it will crush them if you even so much as dare to stand still for a moment.

“I already ate, sorry,” you tell him over your shoulder, before disappearing in the next room, that you use as your office. The mental image of the sandwich you had earlier pops up in your mind, and you have to realize you can’t even remember what was in it. However, you shove that useless thought aside and sit down at the desk, starting up your laptop to continue working where you left off a few hours ago.

You don’t notice San walking into the room with a concerned look on his face, until you hear him sigh right above your ear and he puts one of his hands onto the desk next to you.

“Don’t you want to take a little break?” He’s aware of how risky that question currently is, and you already feel anger starting to boil in the pits of your stomach just from hearing those words. Overwhelming emotions are certainly the last thing you need right now, as they keep you from concentrating on the more important matters at hand. Like this report you need to have finished by Monday, or the projects you still have to organize until the end of the month, or the important appointment next week that you mustn’t forget about. But you try to brush it off and shake your head, hoping he would just leave you alone and let you get some of your work done.

“I think you should,” San keeps insisting though.

“No,” you answer simply. “I should finish this report so I can start with my projects.” Another sigh escapes the guy next to you.

“You’ve just been running from one schedule to the next, I’ve never seen you so stressed in my life,” your boyfriend argues. “I think you’d be able to work a lot better if you-”

“I’d be able to work a lot better if you stopped distracting me,” you state, your voice cold, and from the way he hesitates to keep talking you realize you must’ve hurt him with that statement.

“Fine.” Eventually, he gives in, turns around, and then once he reaches the door he stops in his tracks. “No actually…” This time it’s you sighing in annoyance. You get up, and with the intention of throwing him out of the room, you approach him.

“Please lea-” Just when you’re about to ask him to leave you alone, he reaches out to grab your shoulders and he spins you around so your back meets the wall behind you somewhat ungently, and before you can realize what’s happening, his lips are already connected to yours. You too reach for him, tugging at his shirt once your fingers have grabbed the fabric, unsure if you want to tear him away from you or pull him closer. Your head for sure is still urging you to keep working, but your heart soars upon feeling him kiss you properly for the first time in ages. And so, eventually your hand finds its way up into his hair, pulling him as close as you can, and you deepen the burning kiss. Feelings rush through your body like flames. The blood in your veins is burning up, and among all emotions coursing through you, you can also feel pain and exhaustion, which you have kept locked away so well somewhere deep within for the past weeks.

Finally, you break apart, both breathless and still holding onto each other, panting as you’re trying to fill your lungs with air. San bumps his forehead against yours, and you shut your eyes for a second to just feel him close to you, when he starts talking again.

“Let’s spend tomorrow together,” he suggests, almost sounding desperate in his plea. “No work. Just the two of us.”

“But-” you hesitate. Your anger has faded, instead you feel helpless now, but he shushes you and puts his index finger over your lips.

“You need a break. And you know that too. So let’s rest for tomorrow, and then we take care of everything else, okay?”

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kpoppwriter · 2 years

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An Apology - Silence

❧ Genre: hurt/comfort

❧ Words: 280

❧ Warnings: mentions of arguing

❧ A/N: I didn’t want to do the same group twice but this fits for San pretty well

~※ An Apology - Masterlist ※~

You were upset. You knew you should’ve calmed down by now but you couldn’t help but replay the argument over and over in your head. And that just made you more upset. Upset at the situation, upset with yourself for letting things get as far as they did. You weren’t upset with San though. You couldn’t be mad at him. Yeah, you both said some things that were a little harsher than expected but you both knew it was just a heat of the moment thing.

You sat at the edge of your bed just zoning out. You let out a long sigh as you ran a hand through your hair. You laid down on the bed wrapping yourself up in the soft duvet. You could hear the soft padding of feet in the hallway slowly getting closer to the bedroom. The door opened and the footsteps stopped. After a moment, the door closed quietly. The bed dipped as San slipped under the covers. His arms hesitantly wrapped around your waist waiting to see if you’d react before pulling you close to him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered

“No, I’m sorry,” you shimmied further into his embrace

Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to. Just being this close was enough.

You turned around to get a good look at your boyfriend. He kept his arms wrapped around you even as you moved. He wasn’t letting you go any time soon. You cuddled up with him burying your face in his chest. He traced small shapes into your back as you started to drift off. You knew you still had to talk things out but for right now, this was enough.

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iridescentxstars · 1 year

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“don’t touch me with your filthy hands.” + Sannie <3 for the prompt game please and thank youuuuuuu

college!san x reader || "don't touch me with your filthy hands." || wc:

San pushes your hands off him, sneering at you for even thinking about touching him, "don't touch me with your filthy hands," he spits through gritted teeth. "This is your fault."

You're taken aback by his words, rightfully so. Sure, you and San have this ongoing beef that goes so far back that nobody really knows how it started but you wouldn't even dream of damaging his education because of it. Get him in trouble, yeah, you'd done that. Mess with your reputation, he's definitely talked shit, but it seemed to be an unspoken rule that neither would mess with the other's degree.

"San," you say, trying not to give in to the way your heart clenches because of the absolutely broken look on his face, "I wouldn't-"

"Wouldn't you?" He snaps, turning to face you with tears in his eyes, "I stole the internship from right under your nose. You had been working towards that for months and I came in and got it." He scoffs, shaking his head, "I didn't even want it but because you did, I had to get it." He harshly wipes the tears from his eyes, groaning at the fact that he is crying, "so why wouldn't you send a letter to my mother telling her that I'm not studying what I told her I've been studying."

You try to reassure him, you don't know why you want to clear your name so badly... or have him believe you, but you don't want to be known as the person who went to his parents when you did nothing of the sort.

You wouldn't even know how.

"Our rivalry pushes me to go further and work harder San." You reach for him again and this time, he doesn't push you away, "I wouldn't go and do something like that because I wouldn't want to see something that you love, be destroyed like that."

Trouble can be worked out. Reputation can be rebuilt, but getting family involved? Especially knowing how harsh San's mother is to him, that isn't something that can be taken back.

It's a broken sob making itself known as his fist are clenched and tears roll down his face that makes you wrap your arms around him and lower his head into the curve of your neck. It's the way his body shakes in your arms that causes you to hug him tighter. It's the way his arms slowly wrap around you, the desperation in his hug and the tears wetting your shirt that makes you realise that maybe, just maybe, you don't hate him as much as you think.

"We'll get through this," you whisper your promise, patting the back of his head. "I'll help you get through this."

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fantastic-bby · 2 years

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Pairing: Reader x San

Word count: 934

Genre: Fluff | Comedy

You want to watch the sunset and San's just happy to be with you.

Warnings: Mentions of ocean

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“Come on!” you hiss as you run down out of the villa with your hand wrapped around San’s wrist.

“Slow down! You’ll tear my wrist off like that,” he laughs with little hesitation at all.

“We don’t get to watch the sunset that much when we’re in the city,” you argue while continuing to run down the beach, feet stumbling over the stand to the point where San has to start tugging you back to slow you down.

“Sweetie—honey—(Y/n), you’ll fall if you keep that up,” San warns. You look at him with a pout, hoping that this isn’t one of those times where San’s actually being the responsible one when that’s usually your job, but he raises his eyebrow and stops you completely. “If you keep doing this, then I’m going to drag you back into the house.”

You let out a huff, “fine. I hate when you’re the one being in charge.”

“Someone has to be an adult when it’s not you…” San trails off, eyes flitting to the sky as he thinks, “or Seonghwa hyung.”

You open your mouth to make a comment, but you quickly stop yourself when you realise that he’s right. The dynamic he has with Seonghwa is akin to a child and his mother, and the older man had hoped that San would be more careful when you came around… until he realised you’re exactly like San and that’s why he was attracted to you in the first place.

And then he realised that your dynamic only gave him more of a headache when Wooyoung entered the picture.

“Okay, but if we don’t hurry, we’ll end up missing the sunset and San, I really don’t want to miss the sunset, so can we please hurry—please, please, please?” you ramble with your words coming out way faster than they usually would unless you’re extremely excited, and the fact alone makes San laugh as he feels his heart flutter.

“We can hurry, but just be careful. I don’t want you tripping on anything that could hurt you.”

He starts walking ahead and leading you down the slope carefully with his hands held out to catch you if anything were to happen.

“Careful, love,” he chuckles when he sees how excited you still are.

“I’m being careful,” you mumble just as your foot slips and you fall forward with a squeak. San makes sure to wrap his arms around your waist to catch you with a panicked shout leaving him instead.

He slowly helps you down the slope further with his arm around your waist instead and you make it down without any other interruptions.

“‘Careful’, huh?” San chuckles when you’re both safe and standing on more level ground.

“I was trying,” you grumble, eyes rolling slightly.

He breathes out another laugh before pressing a kiss to your temple, “I know, baby. I’m just worried.”

You ignore the comment and practically zoom out of San’s arms and to the shoreline where you stand with your cold hands stuffed into the pockets of your—San’s—hoodie.

You’re so immersed with looking at the sky that you don’t even turn to look at San when he joins you by your side, his body visibly shivering when the ocean breeze practically slaps him in the face.

“Shit, it’s cold,” he mumbles as he pulls his hoodie up over his head right before his hands shove themselves into the pocket of his own hoodie.

“I don’t care—look at the sky,” you breathe out in awe.

San turns his attention to the sky as well and his breath is practically knocked out of his lungs.

The Sun is halfway up the horizon, pink and golden hues cast across the sky from the glow of the light.

“Wow,” he sighs. “It’s amazing.” San’s arm slings across your shoulders and pulls you closer to him, but your attention is completely glued to the sky.

“It’s so… wow,” you say after a moment.

You’re both so immersed by the sunrise that you don’t hear the feat dragging across the sand towards you.

“Did I miss it?” Wooyoung pants, hunching over to catch his breath.

San turns to the man in disbelief, “dude, we’re trying to have a moment here.”

He turns to look at you and San and his face almost instantly contorts in horror at the realisation that maybe—just maybe—you guys would have preferred to be alone after a while of being a bit too busy to properly hang out.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him as you glance at him for a split second.

Wooyoung stares at you for a moment before he realises that you’re probably not even certain exactly who it is. He gives San a look, but your boyfriend only shakes his head and smiles.

“If they’re alright with it, then stay.”

“Whatever you say, man,” Wooyung nods.

San pulls you close to kiss the side of your head, a contented hum leaving past your lips at the gesture.

A lone seagull flies across the sky and squacks, making all three of you turn up to look at it in confusion.

“I thought seagulls flew in flocks,” San comments.

“Maybe the others bullied this one,” you shrug.

“What if this one was the asshole?” Wooyoung suggests.

The three of you keep watching it before shrugging in unison.

“Yeah, whatever, it’s just a bird,” San snorts before looking at the sunrise once again. You turn to Wooyoung who turns to look at you at the same exact time. You both share a look before laughing as well and turning back to the sky.

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kpopimaginings · 2 years

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“Sorry I snapped” - San

You had two last work emails you were trying to answer before you could finally relax for the rest of the day, but your boyfriend was being needy and impatient.

Normally you loved San's clingy and affectionate nature, but while you were trying to work and he was trying to hug you and whining for your attention, it became a little annoying. It started innocently enough, with him just stood behind you massaging your shoulders, which you had to admit was actually helping. He quickly seemed to get bored of that though, resting his head on your shoulder and trying to hug you.

"Not now San, I'm busy," you told him.

He whined and pouted as he pulled away. However, just as you got back in the flow of working, he reappeared.

"Are you nearly done?" he asked you.

"Nearly," you replied, "But I'll be done even quicker if you stop distracting me."

For a moment you thought he was going to leave, but instead he wrapped his arms around you.

"San," you said in a warning tone.

Instead of listening and leaving you alone, he kept hold of you and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"San, I said no," you snapped, your voice suddenly stern.

"Sorry," he said in a small voice letting go of you. "I was just playing."

"I know, but right now I'm trying to concentrate on something," you replied, your tone slightly softer but still clearly serious. "Just leave me alone and I'll finish quicker."

He quietly turned and left the room. You did feel bad, but finally managed to finish your emails before running to find him.

You discovered him laying on his bed holding Shiber tight.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," you said from the doorway.

He jumped slightly, not realising you were there.

"It's ok," he replied. "I'm sorry I didn't stop when you asked."

There was a brief silence then, neither of you sure how to continue.

"Did you finish?" he finally spoke up.

"Yup, all done," you smiled.

He put Shiber down and made grabby hands towards you.

"You still want that cuddle?" you asked.

San nodded, pouting at you making himself adorable and irresistable to you.

You happliy walked over, laying down next to him and allowing him to snuggle into your chest. As you pressed a kiss into his hair, you muttered apologies again. Suddenly, he looked up at you.

"Kisses," he said before puckering his lips.

With a smile you leant down to press your lips to his.

"You're forgiven now," he smiled before once again snuggling into your embrace.

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neo-shitty · 2 years

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here comes the sun — c.s

description. in the ghost town of your childhood, two living souls is one too many. | my entry for the another world collab by @setsugekka

pairing. choi san x gn!reader

genre. action, angst, kimetsu no yaiba!au

warnings. usage of weapons (nichirin blades), lots of fighting and violence but nothing graphically disturbing.

word count. 2.3k

notes. hayley williams said ‘how did we get here? well, i used to know you so well’ and boom, this fic was born. if you’d like to be fully immersed in the angsty-raging atmosphere of this fic, please listen to the timeless masterpiece that is decode by paramore. thank you.

Dawn draws close, the sky alight on the east where the hill top’s silhouettes kissed the veil hung over the lonely town. The pitch black ceiling shatters as day begins to bleed in, the world behind the mounds of land engulfed in roaring flames—bright enough to bring color to the night. like the inklings of sunlight awakened your senses, you began to hear it, feel it. The ache of muscles beneath your skin, the constrictions of your chest as your lungs rush to supply you with the air you need to make your next move. The huffs and grunts and groans, the crunch of ground beneath your feet, the buzzing as static builds and the whistle as your blade slices the air where the demon once stood. You’ve been at it for hours now, neither side dealing significant damage to the other to claim victory.

But your hold on the blade remains, fingers wrapped around the grip tight enough that the patterns burn into your calloused palms, a permanent print. The demon slows for a fraction of a second, its attention drawn away from the battle and to the world beyond—the light peeking at the edge of the sky. The moment of weakness is short, but it is enough. You take half a step forward, the space between you finally shortened. The demon, wide-eyed in horror and distress, notices it a little too late and your blade cuts the surface of once impenetrable skin. And it’s your first step towards progress in the endless battle. The knowledge that it wasn’t invincible fueling you enough to finish what has been started. The long night was coming to an end.

It took the sunrise for the battle to finally take a turn, the drawn out climax finally plummeting into the resolution. The demon’s focus shifts, offense and defense coming after finding a place to hide. But you spent the night drawing him into the open, mapping the battle in your mind for it to end on the fields. There are no trees for miles, the break into the forest still far off but not impossible to reach. You realize this at the same moment as the demon does because he turns on his heel too quick and darts for the closest shade in all four cardinal directions—west, far from where the sun had begun to rise.

“Do not run away from me, Choi San!”

Your voice thunders through the air, your blade buzzing with electricity as you cut through the air to catch up to him. Again, your blade makes the cut, this time an arm he easily regrows in seconds. San turns, the scowl on his face almost permanent. You pass him when he stops and he lunges at you at the next second, clawed fingers hungry to dig into your skin. The nichirin blade turns with your hand, severing his outstretched arms. A sharp shriek pierces your ear and it’s the last you hear from him before the air was knocked out of your lungs. Next thing you knew, you were flying through the air, landing on the ground with a thud muffled by crushed blades of grass.

The sky is lighter now, the blues clearer and lightest on the east where the sun’s rays had begun to put a halo around the hills. A second attack doesn’t come and you waste no time scrambling for your sword. San is easier to spot now, the darkness you braved the night before now touched with a tint of light sufficient enough for you to see where you stepped. But you didn’t need it, you knew these fields like the back of your hand and so would san if his mind hadn’t been tainted by a demon’s touch.

Across the field, the demon raced for the woods. There is something familiar about the scenery in front of you that stirs your mind, unlocking a chest of memories you’ve long kept away only to have them resurface the second you stepped back into your hometown. In the memory, you’re young again and San is too, back when your town wasn’t plagued by the thought of demons coming in the depths of the night. The town sat undisturbed, guarded by a ring of hills that kept the monsters of the world at bay until it didn’t. You remember that dusk too well, when you came home to quiet houses and blood-stained floors. The promise had been born there, sworn upon tied pinky fingers between you and Choi San, that you would never let another child suffer the same fate you did. That oath had been broken long ago.

The San you knew never ran away from a fight and it was the clearest distinction from him and the demon cutting through the fields. But he had always feared death, much more than you had thought. Maybe it was the reason why he ended up the way he did, taking up the offer to have an immortal life at the expense of the humans he once swore to protect. He had always been selfish like that, and you were just as selfless. Maybe that was why you felt it was your duty to take him down when you caught wind of an upper moon demon plaguing your hometown.

Demon’s do not claim to remember their memories as humans but somehow, by some horrid twist of fate, he wound up right back to the place where it all began. Where his mother bore him, where you ran the fields until the sun, where your lives changed forever in the blink of an eye. His life and after, coming in full circle without him even knowing.

San could only run so fast in his exhausted state, stumbling every few leaps into the direction of the forest. It takes you a single lunge to catch up to him, severing one of his calves to stop him completely. But exhaustion goes both ways, your own slashes sloppy with the build-up of fatigue in your limbs. Your breath fogged up the air, watching San on the ground struggle to regenerate the limb he lost. It occurred to you then that even this scene felt familiar. In the back of your mind, you can hear him laughing, congratulating you for finally knocking him down even when you should’ve been able to do so long ago. In reality, he isn’t laughing and it occurs to you that you’ve fought San more times as a demon than you did back when you were training together to become swordsmen.

San sits up and it is only in the faint luminance of dawn that you see him for what he is now. His skin is paler, arms lined with bloodless veins that ended in thin extremities armed with claws on their tips. He was still clad in a dark blue hanbok with edges lined in black silk, the same outfit he always wore back when you were still training. He looks up to meet your gaze, pupils beaming in the night. Gone were the eyes you’ve drowned in, replaced by luminescent yellow eyes closer to halogen headlights than human eyes. They glowed yellow, cat-like, etched with characters across the pupil. Upper six.

“Why are you always following me around, huh? Why do I always end up fighting you?”

San’s voice remained the same regardless, deeper now with age but just as rich as it once was. You could’ve ended him there instead of stopping, but you kept your distance, watching as the limb regrew inch by slow inch.

“I’m not following you around,” you say but he cuts you off.

“Do the pillars think I'm not worthy of a better opponent? Why do they keep sending you when you never win against me?”

His foot regrows in a second and he’s leaping for you in the next. His attack was preceded by the rush of cloth, the gorum wrapped around his body lashing out and reaching for you. You put all your thought into breathing, making sure your blade holds as it cuts through both silk and his arm reaching for you.

If it had been your first time fighting him, his words would have struck a chord. But you’ve fought him countless times now, and you’ve grown deaf to his taunts. They were no more than the words other demons shot at you. The only difference was it came from a familiar voice, a familiar face. “I fight you out of my own volition, San.”

“Who the hell is San and why do you keep calling me that? It’s making my head ache.'' He's reaching for you again, gorum extending like two extra limbs. You retract the blade from him, prioritizing landing on the right foot more than attacking. He moves in the same pattern he did back when he was human, faint memory remembering the slopes of the field—which patches to avoid and which patches to lead you into. He denies it but it shows that memories have transcended his transition. Your blade slices through the gorum, leading you straight into him and his nails scratch against your cheek. Your skin tingles, then stings as the air breezes past it. The sword severs the last of the cloth, cutting a deep slash right across his chest. But he breathes and the wound heals, while yours remain open and bleeding.

“You were San,” you answer, but the man in front of you wasn’t the same person who held your hand the night you found your family sprawled out and bleeding on the steps of your home. The man in front of you became the very monster you’ve been fighting against, the one responsible for turning whatever home you had left into nothing but a ghost town. He was a demon in the shape of San and he was San no longer.

“Give up, pillar. You’re a bore to fight. Send someone better next time.”

But you swore on the mass graves of the civilians that there would be no next time. He follows you as you backtrack the path he took to avoid the sun, his urge to deal the killing blow making him forget why he was running the other way in the first place. You blocked him, one jab after the other, merely dodging his rage in his tunnel vision to get you. There's something reminiscent of the way he’s trying to get you, almost playful, buried somewhere beneath the demon’s instinct to kill off every pillar they come across. Behind you, the sun’s vibrance has extended further and it is only when you leap that San realizes the gravity of his situation.

“You tricked me.” His fury seeps through his gritted teeth, missing you when he tries to lash his gorum. He’s already heading back to the forest, making up for the time he lost. but you drew him out long enough, far enough, and you knew—by your own experience of running with San in your younger days that he won’t make it.

He won’t make it because you see the sunlight light up the field, casting your shadow on the grass. Up ahead, San’s body was burning. There were cinders where the light had touched him, wisps of smoke in his wake. And it’s no peaceful way to go and you do nothing about it, like the ghosts of the thousands of souls he’d killed kept you tethered to the field where you stood—watching him burn up in flames, his cries a resounding echo in the open air.

But you kick off the ground eventually, blade drawn. and he’s too weak to fight it, too preoccupied by the sun’s lethal touch. Your blade cuts in a flash, straight through him in a line across his neck.

For a moment, the morning is quiet, like it was just another day out on the fields of your youth. Your father with the cattle, your mother preparing breakfast, San’s family across the field doing the same thing. So much has changed since then and you feel the thrumming of your bones as fatigue takes over. When you turn his body is but a heap on the ground, singed and smoking. His head is a few feet away, lying on the grass lolling in your direction.

“What is this,” he mumbles, his eyes searching for something in front of him even when there was nothing but you and the fields and trees surrounding you.

And you know that the memories of his past have begun to seep in, the cut you made severing the last of his ties to the demon king. In the bitter final moments, he is more human than not and it shows in the way teardrops fall from the corner of his eyes. If he remembers, he doesn’t admit it nor could you bring yourself to say anything. The distance between the both of you remains, your feet cemented to the floor as you feel the heavy weight of ghosts watching—waiting.

“Rest San.” It’s all you manage. Even then you could feel their judgment, beating down on you with their deep-rooted grudges. What rest could a demon be entitled to when it left thousands of others restless. So your words come out as a whisper in the wind, a remnant of what you’ve shared when you were younger.

The sun casts its light and the last of him catches fire, cinders chipping away at whatever was left of him. No words were exchanged; no goodbyes, no apologies. You were too tired to ask for it, too clouded by the betrayal to see it through. You stood by, watching as the sun’s rays char skin and bones into nothingness. In the end, there was none of him left to be mourned over; his body but ashes carried away by the wind, his soul stained by the blood of the innocent who never lost their grasp on him—dragging him all the way to hell.

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parkjiminiemouse · 2 years

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2:59am

Continuation of the time stamps 3:00 and 2:58 but this can be read as a stand alone as well

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You truly felt bad, how could someone hurt such a sweet human being such as San? Caressing his cheek, you smile to yourself. Warmth filled your stomach as you watched him take slow and steady breaths. Only hours before he had been sobbing but now, he seemed so peaceful.

As you pull away your hand, it seems like the sudden stop of movement along San’s cheek causes him to awaken. Eyes clouded with sleep, he pouts which indicates that he wants to you to continue caressing his cheek. A chuckle escapes your lips, “you’re so spoiled.” You mumble softly, hand grazing his cheek once again. He only chuckles in response, his dimples still so bold even in the darkness.

Checking the time you take note that it’s 2:59 am. It was always interesting to you how San would either show up around this time or fall asleep in your bed around this time. You were well aware of that fact that San barely slept in his bed with his girlfriend. Now that you think about it, he probably sleeps in bed with you more than he does his no good significant other.

You had always been so jealous of her, trying your best to be kind when San was around. You hated how his eyes lit up when he saw her, how his angelic smile appeared on his face as she talked to him. You just didn’t get it, what was so great about her? What did she have that you didn’t? Simple, San’s heart.

You and San had built a routine with each other and it was rare you ever strayed from it. Though it hurt you to know the reason behind this routine, you didn’t mind it when it meant San would cuddle with you and provide your warmth and love, even if the love was only in a platonic sense.

Stirring in your arms once again, you feel San’s gaze on you. Curiously, you look down at him. His features only registering in your mind after you take the time to stare. “Hm?”

He doesn’t say a word as he leans in close. Eyebrows furrow you’re about to say more until he presses his plump lips against yours. Butterflies fill your stomach but even though you enjoyed the kiss, you knew it was wrong. Pulling away quickly, you remove your hands from the males body.

Guilt instantly flooded San’s body. He had a strong feeling that you loved him more than a friend. Something that, if it was years ago, he would’ve been excited about. But now, he only felt guilty for using you. Even in his own moment of weakness, he still had an immense amount of power over you and he used it to his advantage.

This time, you’re the one crying. Sitting up in the bed, you bury your face into your knees, scooting away from San. It really breaks his heart and he can only manage out a, “Y/N…”

“Is it bad…” you whisper, voice cracking as you do your best to control your sobs. “Is it bad that I want you to kiss me again even if I end up broken?”

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sxcret-garden · 9 months

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ღ Ateez San x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~600 ღ genre: smut (unprotected sex, breeding kink) ღ warnings: none ღ prompts: sextape, breeding

There is a single drop of sweat running down his forehead as he’s resting on top of you. His fingers are intertwined with yours, and you’re both trying to catch your breath from your last orgasm. Slowly, your awareness of the camera you’ve set up to film yourselves today returns, and the thought of when you would get to watch the video - together or maybe alone - excites you all over again. Would you think it’s sexy? Would you find it embarrassing? Would it make you want to get off while watching and listening to you and your boyfriend fucking? You’re not sure, and it surely isn’t the question you should ponder on at the moment.

“San… wanna go again?” You look up at him, coyly batting your eyelashes, and from the lust reflecting in his gaze you can tell there’s no way he’d refuse. He leans in and kisses a sloppy trail up the side of your neck, until his lips hover above your ear.

“Wanna make you mine again…” you hear him mutter, and it sends a shiver down your spine. Then, he begins to rock his hips against yours, and you moan in approval while you can feel him starting to get hard inside you.

“Make me yours,” you mewl. “Want your cum filling me up…” He groans at your words, capturing your lips in an open mouthed kiss, before he drags his lips down your throat and to your chest.

“I need you…” he whines, his thrusts picking up in pace. Hot, ragged breaths tickle your skin, and you moan his name.

“Feels so good…” you whine, glancing at the camera. “Want you to fuck me harder…” you bite your lip while peeking into your boyfriend’s face, who moans at your words. Letting his hips snap harshly into yours as he pulls almost all the way out only to thrust inside as far as he could possibly reach, you cry out from pleasure underneath him. The sudden force behind his movements makes you squirm, and at the same time it causes heat to rush through your entire body.

“San… want you so bad…” you whimper. “Want your cum inside me…” From the way he clenches his teeth and tightly holds onto your hands, you can tell he’s coming close to another orgasm.

“I’ll fill you up so good,” he whispers close to your ear and you nod frantically.

“Y-yes please,” you whine. The mere thought of the possibility of him getting you pregnant rising the more often he releases inside you makes your head spin. You crave the feeling of his cum in your pussy, and so you let him use you to get off again.

“Fuck…” San curses under his breath as his hips begin to stutter and he twitches inside you.

“Please… cum inside me, please. Make me yours!” you find yourself begging, and mere seconds later, he comes undone with a groan. As he fills you up, a blissful feeling overcomes you as well, and soon after he collapses on top of you. You’re both panting heavily as he lets go of your hands and you wrap your arms around him, patting his head gently.

“You were amazing…” you whisper, and San hums in agreement. With a chuckle, you add, “Can’t wait to watch the recording.”

“Let’s watch it now and then go again?” He pushes his weight off you and his eyes are still drunk on you and the pleasure. However, you feel your exhaustion slowly taking over. So you lightly hit his upper arm before pulling him back into a tight embrace.

“I can't believe you still have the energy,” you mutter with a soft smile, before placing a kiss on top of his head.

#ateez smut #ateez drabbles #ateez scenarios #ateez imagine #ateez x reader #san smut #san x reader #san drabbles #kpop smut #smut

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sunflowercheol · 1 year

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Reincarnated Gods

Ateez x Y/N

Word Count: 428

Warnings: curse word(s)

A/N: unedited :))

31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist

“Fuck,” Hongjoong mumbles under his breath, stretching out his limbs and look at all of the members.

“How funny that we became friends,” San points out as he sits on the couch.

“Literally, like what in the actual fuck did we just discover.” You sit next to Seonghwa who seems to be in shock.

“Reincarnation led to this? Are you serious?” Wooyoung asks frustratedly.

“What do you mean?” Mingi asks confused, sitting next to him.

“I mean, we were Gods, and now we live in this shitty world?” Wooyoung runs his hands through his hair and sits on a barstool in the kitchen.

“Does that mean that we can refer to ourselves as Gods now?” Yunho asks innocently, stepping away from the coffee table.

“What? You want us to call you Apollo now?” Yeosang retorts.

“It would be kind of funny though. We can confuse a lot of people like that,” Jongho replies, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

“Fuck off, Hephaistos,” Yeosang mocks.

“Does that mean that I have to change your contact names in my phone now?” you wonder out loud. All 8 pairs of eyes turn to you. “What?”

“Seriously, fuck off,” Yeosang mutters.

“Calm down, Hermes,” you tease Yeosang.

“I’m so going to have so much fun with this,” you giggle leaning into the still lost in thought Seonghwa—or should you say Mars now. “Better get used to your Godly names now.”

“So now what?” Hongjoong starts. “You’re just going to start calling us by our God names and not by our ‘real names’?”

“Hell yeah, Zeus,” you respond, laughing at how ridiculous it sounds. “Plus, now that I think about it, your God names really fit you guys.”

“How?” Mingi asks intrigued.

“Okay so San being Dionysus? Makes sense with the whole wine thing and giving off the fuck boy vibes, you know? No offense,” you look over to San who just shrugs and nods along.

“Wooyoung being Hades? You seriously want me to explain that one?” you ask gesturing at Wooyoung who rolls his eyes.

“True,” Yeosang nods his head.

“Seonghwa being Mars? Now that is literally so hilarious,” you laugh, nudging Seonghwa who finally has snapped out of his trance.

“But why war?” Seonghwa asks quietly.

“You live with Wooyoung, duh.” You point at Wooyoung who just flips you off.

“Okay so everyone makes sense, but why am I Poseidon?” Mingi whines as he tries to sits down on the floor but just manages to tumble down instead.

“That’s why,” Yeosang replies, as everyone laughs at a pouting Mingi.

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nateezfics · 18 days

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I don’t know if it would reach you but I’ll give it a try

ATEEZ reaction to Make-Up Sex after their S/O distancing themselves after a fight

MAKE UP SEX WITH ATEEZ

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, romance, angst (the slightest bit), make up, boyfriend!ateez, fem!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!ateez

WARNINGS — mentions of arguments, smut, unprotected sex, make up sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (baby), intentional lower case and small font, intentional word abbreviations

WORD COUNT — 1.2k

SUMMARY — make up sex with ateez after an argument.

HONGJOONG

“c’mon, baby. need to hear you. please.”

his thrusts increased in speed, fucking into you at a rhythm just as messy as his thoughts. your moans poured out of you, your hands clutching at his back until he groaned at the way your nails pierced his skin. he soaked up every last one of your cries, reveled in the way you clung to him like a lifeline. god, he’d missed your voice, missed you. he hated arguing, even more so when he knew he was in the wrong. your silence was the worst part of it all; he wasn’t able to stand it not even a day before he was clambering back to you.

hongjoong’s hips pistoned into you with a purpose to pull every last sound from you until you were falling apart underneath him. you cried into the nape of his neck, your hold on his back never letting up. “hongjoong, hongjoong, hongjoong…”

his name on your tongue was enough to undo him. he held you close to him quickly after, kissing all over your face and showering you with proclamations of love and apologies.

SEONGHWA

“fuck, i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

seonghwa was urgent, desperate to make you fall apart. his thrusts were hurried and they were deep, cockhead kissing against that sweet spot inside you repeatedly. he buried his face in your neck, kissing your warm skin. his hand searched over the sheets for yours until he found it. his fingers locked with yours and he gave you a loving squeeze. it was little actions like this that reminded you of how much he adored you. and you reveled in the little acts of love, thankful to have a boyfriend that cared enough for you to show his love for you after arguments.

“seonghwa,” you breathed between moans. “i love you.”

seonghwa smiled. you forgave him. “i love you, too.”

YUNHO

“i love you. so damn much. gonna make you feel better, baby.”

yunho’s breath was hot against your ear. his lips rested just at your temple as you sat across his lap, your arms around his shoulders while one of his hands touched you between your thighs. two long fingers stuffed your leaky hole, making you mewl into his neck. he felt your hold on him grow tighter, and he smiled. he kissed your temple. he scissored you open, preparing you for his cock later, fucking your pussy with his fingers until he felt your slick begin to drip down his hand.

“l-love you,” you whispered, though it was almost too much to manage as his fingers brought you closer to an orgasm. “i feel s’good, yunho.”

and yunho kept making you feel good, eventually breaking you apart on his cock and fucking you until your argument was long forgotten.

YEOSANG

“please, wanna know how good i’m making you feel. wanna make it up to you.”

yeosang’s hands were placed on either side of your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock. he watched you, witnessing the view of you above him, your head rolled back and mouth agape. you looked divine like this, and all he wanted to do was make you feel this good forever.

your hands found stability on his thighs as you began to lose yourself to the pleasure. “i feel good, yeo. fuck, so good.”

yeosang urged you to an orgasm, cursing under his breath as he watched you fall apart from above. you clamped around him like a vice and his cock throbbed with need to release, but he withheld his own end. he flipped you over until you were flat against the mattress, taking his spot above you. he didn’t waste any time before sliding back into you with a languid thrust.

“give me one more, please. don’t wanna stop until i’m sure i’ve earned your forgiveness.”

SAN

“don’t wanna fight ever again. just wanna be with you like this. god i’m so sorry, baby.”

san hugged you tightly, keeping your frame firm against his. your back was against his chest, his hands fondling your breasts, and his mouth at your ear. his cock drove into you so deep and slow it made your brain short circuit, turning to mush in your skull. he fucked you with practiced precision, it was like he was trying to use his body to tell you how sorry he was. one of his hands left your chest to grip the bend of your knee and pull your leg up to offer him a better angle.

with each thrust, the memory of the argument began to vanish. all you were able to think about was him and the rapidly approaching orgasm. “i forgive you, san, just make me cum. please, please, please!”

“oh baby,” san cooed with a kiss to your ear. “don’t you worry. i’m gonna make you cum. gonna make you fall apart, and then do it all over again. gotta make up for all the lost time, yeah?”

MINGI

“sorry, sorry, sorry. let me kiss it better. please, baby.”

mingi’s large hands gripped at your thighs firmly but tenderly. he had you splayed open before him as he feasted on your essence, pouring every ounce of himself into your pleasure. his pointy nose bumped your clit just as his tongue passed between your folds and your back arched prettily off the mattress. he needed to make you feel good to make up for the fight, to use his tongue to show you how truly sorry he was.

“mingi, ‘m gonna cum…” you sounded so sweet, and fuck, you tasted even sweeter. he pressed his face further into your cunt.

“gonna make you cum as much as you want to, baby.”

WOOYOUNG

��wanna make you cry from pleasure, not from pain. fuck, i’m sorry baby.”

wooyoung’s thumb wiped a fallen tear away, palm warm against your cheek. he gazed down at you just as he pushed himself in again. your lips trembled and brows furrowed; you looked so beautiful when you cried from how good he was making you feel. it was a much better sight than seeing you cry after arguing with him, and much better than hearing your sniffles from the locked bedroom. he caressed your cheek with his thumb while his hips quickened in tempo, cooing at you sweetly as you began to whimper.

“wooyoung, please.” your plea was soft, broken. he soothed you with kisses against your forehead. he kept the same pace, hips gliding back and forth until you were coming undone underneath him.

he was there to console you, to guide you through your high with tender touches and words.

JONGHO

“i love you. please, need to hear you say you still love me, too.”

jongho wasn’t able to keep his hands off you. he caressed your frame, attentive to every dip and curve, as his cock slid in and out of you. you were breathless under him, mouth opening and closing like you were attempting to speak. “please, baby.”

you swallowed a moan. you gripped his wrists at either side of your face, holding onto them like a lifeline as you tried to gather your thoughts. “i lo—” a moan, “love you, jongho. s’much.” and no argument could ever change that.

jongho dipped his head down until his forehead was against yours. his eyes found yours, and he adored the way yours were glazed over from the pleasure. he smiled lovingly, and the sight made your insides flutter. “you’re amazing.” jongho followed up his words with an increase in tempo, fucking you deep until you fell apart under the weight of pleasure and love.

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sungbeam · 2 months

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𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧

nonidol!choi san x gn!reader (no prns mentioned)

turns out your upstairs neighbor has a cat who adores climbing through your window — oh, and said neighbor is also fine as hell.

3.7k words, neighbors au (2 lovers), fluff, maybe like two swear words, drinking, lots of mentions of food

a/n: low-key just read this like ur watching the highlight reel of a romcom lol but @jaehunnyy for u 💖 i hope u like it :'))

It all started about seven months ago when a gorgeous Thai cat waltzed into your apartment via the open window. It was a late July afternoon, stifling hot and sticky, meaning you had your window opened and the mobile fan set up to blow cool air into the apartment.

You were, for once, not at work. Because the art museum you worked at downtown was currently undergoing reconstruction, you were stuck in your apartment trying (failing) to sell prints off your low-traffic Etsy shop while also trying (failing) to make popsicles.

“Why is this so complicated?” You grumbled aloud as you sat on top of your kitchen counter with your knees pulled beneath your chin. You scrolled down the recipe again on your laptop screen, nose wrinkled at the amount of convoluted steps listed. “Too fancy,” you decided, slamming your laptop lid closed.

Immediately, you hissed, lifting the lid to make sure you hadn't cracked the screen from closing it too hard. Thankfully, there were no cracks visible and you breathed out a sigh of relief. You could not afford a broken—

“Holy shit!” You nearly fell off the back of the island counter at the sight of a light gray cat with black tipped ears, paws, and tail seated on the floor before you.

The cat meowed an innocent greeting.

You pressed your hand to your hammering heart and shifted to get a grip on your position atop the counter. “How—? Where…?” Your eyes drifted to the open window.

Oh. Well, that would explain it.

You glanced back at the cat, who peered up at you once more. “Meow.”

Carefully, you climbed down from the counter as to not scare the creature with any sudden movements. “Hey, baby. Where did you come from, hm?” You cooed, extending your hand out as an offer to be sniffed.

The cat unfurled its tail out from around its body and crept toward your hand. With an experimental sniff, you were deemed safe, and the cat rubbed the side of its face affectionately against the back of your knuckles.

Your chest nearly exploded from the cute interaction. You lowered yourself to your knees, gently taking a peek at the silver charm attached around the collar. There you found the engraving of a star in the metal circle.

“I'm guessing this has something to do with your name?” You hummed, reaching up to scratch the feline behind the ears and head. At least you had an inkling that this little one belonged to someone. You just didn't know how to find out who they were.

“I guess you can hang out with me,” you sighed and stood up with your hands on your hips. You didn't mind the company, after all, and maybe this could be a point of inspiration.

About three hours later, the summer sun still hung relatively high in the sky and you were trying to figure out what to feed the cat when there came a sudden knock at your front door. Really, the “sudden knock” was a series of rushed, panicked DUDUDUDU sounds. You nearly jumped out of your skin for the second time in one afternoon, and even the cat seemed to leap.

Well, the cat only looked mildly annoyed that her nap was interrupted, but she seemed content to give a languid stretch and join you in seeing who was so alarmed at your door.

When you peered out the peephole, your eyes shot open.

There was a pretty man at your door.

You glanced down at the cat who looked back up at you. You mouthed to her, pointing at the door, ‘Do you know this guy?’

As expected, she did not answer. Lovely.

You weren't exactly in appropriate garb to see people. You had thrown on something cool enough to not make you melt like one of the popsicles you weren't able to make earlier, and enough to cover any necessary areas. You were sure your hair looked about as luxurious as a barn, and there wasn't a lick of cosmetics on your face.

It was fine, you told yourself. You probably weren't even going to see this guy ever again.

You opened the door. “Hello? Can I help you?” You asked through the chain linking the door shut.

The man flashed you a flustered, dimpled smile at you. His dark hair was damp, like he just came out of a shower, and he had on a muscle tee that was definitely doing its job, and a pair of basketball shorts. “Hi! So sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you've seen a Thai cat wandering around here about yea high—?”

“Meow.” The cat at your feet shoved her way between the gap you made with the door and out into the hallway.

Your eyes widened another smidge, until the man outside released a gasp of relief and bent down to scoop the feline up into his arms. You unlatched your door and opened it fully now, the man holding the cat to his face as if he was communicating with her telepathically.

“That's the cat, I'm guessing?” You mused.

He tucked her back into his arm and his smile became sheepish. “Yes, I am so sorry about her. I came back home from work and she wasn't in the apartment, but thank you for dealing with her for however long she was here.”

You waved off his concern with your hand, sending him a kind smile. “Don’t worry about it, really. She's adorable. What's her name, by the way?”

“Oh, this is Byeol,” he cooed, lifting Byeol's paw up to wave at you.

Swoon. Your smile widened as you waved back at them both. “Well, it was nice to meet you, both Byeol and…?”

“San,” he answered. God, he was gorgeous. That smile… “And you are?”

“Yn.” You shook each other's hands in the dim hallway light.

“Nice to meet you, too, Yn.” He lit up, pointing up to the ceiling. “Hey, I'm pretty sure I'm your upstairs neighbor!”

You opened the door to your apartment wider so you could show him your open window. “Well, that would definitely explain how she got down onto my fire escape,” you chuckled.

He whistled lowly. “Man, cats are scary sometimes. I'll definitely try to keep an eye on whenever she's near my window now.” He ran the back of his knuckles down Byeol's spine. “I don't wanna take up any more of your time, but thanks again.”

“No worries! Have a nice night.”

“You too!”

San began walking back toward the stairs at the end of the hallway, and you were about to close the door when you thought you heard him chastising his cat in hushed tones. You laughed to yourself as you locked up your front door. You wouldn't mind if Byeol came traipsing down your fire escape again.

And she would. About three times a week when San had a later shift at the boxing gym he worked at (yes, a boxing gym… good lord). Byeol oftentimes expected you to have your window open, and if you didn't already have it open, she would sit out on the fire escape until you did.

Two months into the fire escape escapades, you gave up and left the window open just enough for her to squeeze through while you returned to work.

San would always come down to your apartment to retrieve her, and at some point, decided to swing by your apartment on his way up instead just to make sure she wasn't already here.

By month four when the days were shorter and the nights dragged longer and colder, you couldn't exactly keep the window open, lest you wanted to freeze your ass off in the safety of your apartment. Byeol would hop down the fire escape in the evenings when you were back so you could let her in, only for her owner to come barreling down the stairs, dimpled cheeks flushed and exasperated.

“I swear she likes you more than me,” he guffawed from where he stood out in the hallway as he always did. He shook his head as he watched the Thai feline waltz around his legs once, then circle back into your apartment. He arched a brow at her. “Look at her strutting. She knows exactly what she's doing.”

You swore there was a dash of red gracing his cheekbones now.

You bit your lip through a smile. “Well, you're welcome to come in. I was just about to eat dinner and I don't really think I can finish this roast chicken alone.”

“Ah, I don't really wanna impose,” he drawled, scratching the back of his neck and peering at you from beneath those lengthy lashes of his. He knew what he was doing—he had to know what he was doing. If Byeol could strut, then so could Choi San.

He promised to take you up on your offer as long as you let him run upstairs to grab a bottle of wine to contribute.

The last thing you expected to happen was to hear a knock on your window less than ten minutes later. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound, folding over in laughter when you saw him waving to you on the other side with cold-bitten cheeks and a red-tipped nose. He clutched a bottle of red in one hand and gestured furiously to the window latch. “It's fucking freezing!”

“Okay, okay,” you grinned, walking over to let him inside. “Just so you know,” you said as Byeol welcomed her owner into your apartment, “usually it's just cats who come in this way.”

“Well, you might have to get used to a cat and a human coming in now,” he teased. San presented you the wine bottle with a flourish. “Milady, your beverage.”

“Why, thank you, good sir,” you jested and accepted the offering. “Make yourself at home!”

What you didn't expect was for such a statement to be taken so literally, and yet, you had no complaints.

Three months further along—making it seven in total since that first hot July day Byeol came in through the open window—you and San (and Byeol) were cooped up in your apartment as usual. It was a Friday night with dinner on the table, a TV show playing in the background, and a pair of wine glasses for the pair of you. Over the past few months, sharing a dinner together had become a weekly event wherein San would come in via window, and the two of you would have the evening together.

Sometimes it was just dinner, sometimes it was dinner and a movie, and sometimes it was even dinner, a movie, and drunk Pictionary. But every Friday night was yours and San's night.

Plus, he turned out to be a much better cook, so you definitely couldn't argue when he somehow wrestled his entire Le Creuset pot down the fire escape to feed you the most divine lobster mac 'n’ cheese you had ever tasted. (As if you'd ever had lobster mac 'n’ cheese before…)

“I feel like it would just be more convenient if I came up to your apartment instead,” you said with enthusiasm, your free arm flailing around as you melted dark chocolate on a double boiler upon the stove top. While San had the right side of the stove for his chicken and gnocchi soup, you had the left to prepare tonight's mousse for dessert. If San made dinner, you figured you could at least learn a thing or two about a dessert course.

He chuckled, “I mean, I'm not opposed if you ever get tired of hosting. I'm kind of a creature of habit though, which is why I don't mind coming down every week, but it's up to you, sweets.”

Oh, right. And the nickname. You couldn't even pinpoint when that started, but again, you weren't complaining.

“I don't mind hosting either,” you told him, “it's just that it's either you leave your super expensive cookware here or I go upstairs. I don't think Le Creuset has fire escape insurance.”

“You're not wrong about that.” You felt his hand gently brush against your waist as he slipped past you to get to the spice cabinet on your left. “Behind you,” he murmured by your ear before grabbing the jar of Himalayan salt (also his) and returning to his station behind his pot.

You couldn't deny the pitter-patter of your heart around him either. Things were coming to a point that you didn't know how to label. But perhaps that was the beauty of everything slipping into place. You carried on, “I think I've seen your apartment once, and that was when Byeol wouldn't stop meowing until I followed you guys.” You laughed to yourself at the memory. That had been an interesting night.

“If it's any consolation, your apartment has much more life in it than mine.”

“That's a lie,” you said pointedly. “Yours is just more meticulous.”

He snorted. “Meticulous. Might as well be as barren as a clinic.”

You passed him a glance. “I offered to paint your walls…”

San beamed back at you, dimples creating divots in the apples of his cheeks. “And I never said no! But—I do think that it should be something the both of us do together.”

Your brows creased as you took the chocolate off the stove to fold into the other mixture you'd set aside. “You wanna paint with me?”

“Yeah,” he said, almost bashfully. “I think it'd be a fun bonding and learning experience. And it would be cool to see you in your element, besides when you're drunk.”

The latter comment had you turning away to laugh. “Fair enough.”

When dinner was ready to be dined, and the mousse was freezing in the fridge, you and San sat at the kitchen island with your matching bowls of hot soup and glasses of lemon water for the night. Neither of you had remembered to buy wine for the week (surprisingly), but one week without alcohol wouldn't hurt.

The two of you clinked your glasses together, toasting to another week survived.

You took a sip, then spooned the soup into your mouth, wiggling around on your stool in a little happy dance as the flavors did their own dance on your tongue.

San smiled around his own bite. He swallowed, then said, “You know, I always know I did well when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“That cute little dance,” he chuckled. “I’m glad it tastes good, is what I'm saying, sweets.”

Your skin warmed, and you managed to convince yourself it was the soup or the heater or something and not the beautiful man beside you. “Then get used to the happy jig, because everything you cook tastes divine. You should be a chef, San.”

“I could've,” he shrugged, “but I kind of like this little life.” He gestured to you with his spoon, a twinkle in his eyes. “Don't you?”

For a moment, you let the smile slowly unfurl onto your lips. You lifted your own spoon in agreement. “You're right. It's a lovely, little life.”

Now that you were in agreement, you fell into a comfortable silence as you both enjoyed your dinner in one another's presence. Byeol was hunched over her own bowl of food just by the foot of your stool, against the adjacent side of the island. You'd gone out and bought her a pair of food and water bowls, as well as her preferred food. San had been touched by the gesture, and Byeol most definitely appreciated it.

San wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Oh, by the way, next week.”

You hummed. “What about it?”

“Are you doing anything?”

You perked up, eyebrows lifting to your hairline. “Why do you ask?” It was usually unsaid by now that Friday nights were set aside for the two of you to share an evening, which was why you were confused by his question.

And then he explained, “It's Valentine's Day, so I just wanted to make sure I didn't interrupt or assume anything.” He'd said it so casually and easily that you nearly missed the slight nervousness in his voice, or the minor intonation of hope. “I mean,” he fumbled, “if you do have something planned, then it's no worries, really. There are plenty of other weeks—”

You shook your head, finishing off your water after having scraped your bowl clean. “I'm not doing anything,” you said. “Well, besides what we usually do.” You chuckled to yourself, “To be honest, Valentine's Day completely slipped my mind this year.”

And if you were truly being honest with yourself, every Friday felt like Valent—no. You shouldn't think like that. It would only make things worse about how you felt for him now. Plus, these past few months with San felt far too casual, too domestic, to be like Valentine's Day. Was Valentine's Day not for grand gestures and romance? This wasn't grand… though, you could probably argue about the romantic part…

“No, I feel the same way,” he nodded. “My friend Wooyoung just asked today if I was up to go to a single's party, which was why I suddenly remembered.”

Ah. “Oh, are you planning on going?” Wine sounded pretty good right about now.

He grimaced. “Probably not. I—I was kind of hoping you wanted to still do dinner next week—but, like, it doesn't have to mean anything besides how it usually is. If that's what you're comfortable with.”

It doesn't have to mean anything besides how it usually is. What if you wanted it to mean more than how it usually was? There was nothing inherently wrong with how it usually was, but you couldn't deny that a part of you yearned for more. That part of you imagined what it was like if San didn't have to come see you via fire escape, and he was always in the same space as you.

There was a pause as you wrestled with your own conscience about how or if you were going to admit it to him.

He pressed his lips together. “I've made you uncomfortable.”

“No, you haven't made me uncomfortable,” you assured him swiftly. “I just…” You sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead then returning it to your lap. “Of course, I would love to have dinner with you next week, but I’d like it to mean something else—if you are comfortable with that.”

You watched as that beautiful smile you'd come to grow more fond of blossom onto his face. “I'd be more than comfortable with that—I’d be really happy with that, actually.”

“Good,” you said softly, unable to bite your own smile away. “Then dinner next week, it is.”

There was something fundamentally different about this next Friday night compared to the others. Specifically, the context by which you and San went into the Friday evening of Valentine's Day was completely different. The apartment was aglow with the same warmth as it usually boasted, but there was a bouquet of blood red roses in a glass vase on the kitchen counter beside a bottle of red wine.

San was at the stove, finishing off the last bit for dinner before it needed to simmer for a good thirty minutes. You were in the living room portion of your apartment, flipping through the vinyl records to play before you pulled one out and set it up. As you moved the needle onto the record, you placed the empty cover back into its slot and turned toward the kitchen.

You froze in your spot, skin warming at the sight of San leaning over the island counter with an adoring look in his eyes as he watched you. “What?” You laughed, subconsciously adjusting the sleeve of your blouse.

“Nothing,” he smiled. “You're just—you’re gorgeous.”

You were sure if your face didn't give it away, there must have at least been hearts floating around your head. “You cannot just say that,” you chided weakly as you walked over to where he was, your expression growing shy.

His smile widened and he rounded the counter to stand in front of you, your back pressed against the edge of the counter. “I can, too,” he teased. He stepped back once and held his arms out, fingers flicking toward him to beckon you forward. “C'mere. Can you dance?”

“Some.” Your eyebrows arched upward as you stepped forward and took his hands in yours. “Dancing and romancing, Choi San? What magic do you hope to enchant me with tonight?” You joked, moving your left hand to his shoulder.

“Perhaps magic that will leave your window open for me on nights other than Fridays,” he said sheepishly as the two of you began to sway to the music waltzing out from the record player. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fire escape—”

You let out a laugh, ducking your head toward your chests. He did the same, an embarrassed grin coming onto his face as his nose nudged against yours.

“That was god awful,” he winced in apology.

“It was,” you agreed teasingly, “but I'll let it slide because you're cute.”

He shot you a bright smile. “Oh? So I'm cute? I guess that makes two of us.”

You weren't really sure at what point you realized you had fallen for this man. It was sometime between the Himalayan salt lectures and the dancing like an old married couple in your kitchen, maybe. You thought about the day he showed up at your door panicking about a missing cat, and to a future where you might have found yourself in his living room painting murals on his walls. Or perhaps… not his living room, but both of yours.

As you danced with your chests pressed together, hearts beating rapidly in sync, you gazed into those beautiful, dark brown irises of his and sank further and further into those feelings. They were gradually making themselves a home in your chest.

“What're you thinking about, sweets?” He murmured as you tucked your head against his shoulder and the arm he had around your waist rubbed the small of your back.

The smell of his cologne made you inhale deeply. You could get used to this—his smell, the feel of his body under your fingertips, his presence intertwined with yours taking up space in the best possible way. “I'm thinking that Byeol is a good matchmaker.”

His chuckle rumbled through him and softly into your ear. “You're definitely right about that.”

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yeorisanaxox · 20 days

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ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ➤ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇs

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴛ8 x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ, sᴏᴍᴇ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ, sᴍᴜᴛ

sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ ➬ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇs

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs sᴏꜰᴛ ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ᴍɪɴɢɪ ᴅᴇᴀʟs ᴡ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ, ᴀss sʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ/ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴘɪɴᴄʜɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs, ʟᴏᴡᴇʀᴄᴀsᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ :,) ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ʜᴀʀᴅ ʟᴏʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ :)

ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ. You were trying to get dressed as quietly as you possibly could without waking up your boyfriend but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out where the hell you had tossed your damn pants the night before. Sure they had legs but they couldn’t just get up and walk off.

It had gotten so bad that you started checking in bizarre places like behind hoongjoong’s desktop and the little space between his headboard and wall but they weren’t there either.

Where the hell—

“What are you doing?” You jumped and whipped around to see your boyfriend sitting up on one arm. Not one wink of sleep was in his eyes, making you question how long had he been awake.

“I’m looking for my pants but I can’t find them…” you trailed off in your starting rant, noticing a certain glint in his eye and that’s when it clicked. That’s why he doesn’t look tired. Stalking up to his side of the bed and darting your hand out.

“Give me my pants.” You say with all seriousness.

“And why would I do that when this view is so much better?” Referring to you standing there in your panties. He teasingly bites his lip whilst reaching out to hook his finger in the band of them and pull you closer to him with one tug.

“How about you come lay back down and let me see you some more like this, and just maybe I’ll consider giving them back.”

sᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ. He probably wouldn’t have freaked out as much if it had happened at your place, knowing that sometimes yours and his laundry did get mixed up between visits. But because it happened at the dorms where any of the boys could’ve seen it. And just his luck, of course it was wooyoung who saw them.

“Hyung, I think you forgot something.” He turns and finds wooyoung skipping up to him with his hands behind his back. Did he? His laundry soap was sitting on top of his basket so it couldn’t be that. Did he maybe forget to empty the dryer fully? His face then flashes to something horrific at the sight of wooyoung holding your underwear just by the strap.

Never have he moved so fast, snatching the garment out of his hand, not without whipping him upside the head with them after.

“Ow!!”

“These are mine!” He spat stupidly, not thinking what he was saying. He was just trying to get them in the pocket of his sweats before any of the others saw.

“Since when do you wear—”

“You speak nothing of this. Nothing! Or else I’ll tell San it was you the one who spilt coffee on shiber.”

He didn’t even wait for his reaction before stalking off to his room, closing the door shut. Seonghwa let out a big sigh, pushing himself away from it and onto his bed where he then reaches for his phone and pulls up your contact to text you.

To y/n:

Found those panties you were looking for. You caused me quite the trouble. I think you should make it up to me…

ʏᴜɴʜᴏ. “What do you think about this dress, baby?”

Approaching him from behind, yunho puts his phone down to give you his— UNDIVIDED ATTENTION?? He gaped at the so-called dress you spun around in, the end just barely meeting your mid thighs and the material…well let’s just say, he could see your ass.

Out of nowhere, in your little fashion show, he starts laughing and clapping to himself, raising a frown from you.

“What’s so funny?” Folding your arms in offense. And just like that, he stopped, wiping his last fake tear before sliding forward to the edge of the couch with a more heartfelt tone.

“Baby. I can literally see your underwear through that dress.” He points at your rear, which you try and cover with your hands.

“You’re lying.” You scoff, ready to walk your way back to your room to see what he was talking about but his hand was quicker. Swiftly catching you by the thigh, he backs you into him and with the other hand, he grabs the end of your dress and pulls it up over the mound of your ass.

“Yunho!” You exclaimed and reached out in front of you to steady yourself on the coffee table.

“Yeah I can definitely see them now.” He chuckles darkly, sending chills down your spine as he fondled with one asscheek before delivering it with a hard smack.

“Bending over like this, anybody else would’ve seen them too…”

ʏᴇᴏsᴀɴɢ. The only time he ever really saw them was behind closed doors and that being just for a blink before tossing them somewhere on the floor.

So when you casually appear out of nowhere, walking up to him in one of his shirts and just your panties, he quite literally chokes on the water he was drinking and gaped at you as if you had grown two heads.

First of all, you looked stunning as hell in his clothes but seriously, what the fuck?!

“Are you crazy?!” He panics and hurriedly pulls you down into his lap, covering you both with some blanket that happened to be next to him.

“If one of the guys were to come back and saw you, I would never hear the end of it.”

Especially from wooyoung. God—He mainly wouldn’t let something like this go without endlessly teasing him about it for at least a month.

There then was a long moment of silence, the only source of sound came from the show playing in front of you that was long forgotten, that was till yeosang breaks it.

In the quietest of voices, you were still able to hear, “They’re really cute tho.” Despite his face being buried in your shoulder.

sᴀɴ. He’d usually knock before entering your bedroom when he knew you went to change but at the moment wooyoung wasn’t making any sense in his spawn of messages and on top of that, san’s phone was about to die.

‘Charger. Charger. Charger.’ Was the only thing going off in his head, almost making himself run into a wall because he was trying to respond at the same time that it didn’t even register to him that he had barged in on you until you let out a squeak.

“Oh—I’m sorry baby,” he instantly covers his eyes as if he hasn't seen you in your underwear before.

“It’s okay. You just scared me, that’s all.” Breathing out relief. “Good thing you’re here though,” your tone instantly switching to a more bubbly one. “What do you think about these? I got them for a great deal at the mall.”

He then removed his hand and looked as you gave him a little 360 of the new panties you were sporting. Cute and minimum coverage. Just how he liked them.

“So pretty.” His tone being soft while he reaches out to pull you in by the hip to get a better look. His fingers sneakily wander over the material and even more slyly pinches your cheeks, causing you to yelp and smack his chest.

To sum up the story, his phone eventually ended up dying so whatever it was wooyoung needed to say, it was gonna have to wait until he was done with you.

ᴍɪɴɢɪ. You were already long gone by the time he came back with a warm washcloth and a fresh pair of panties to clean you up with. All those times you teased him the following morning for falling asleep immediately, now look at you. He finally had something to get you back with. But for the moment, all he wanted to do is take care of you.

Gently, he spread your legs without waking you so that he could start cleaning you. Once he was done, he then shimmied on your panties, making sure they were comfortable sitting on your hips.

There. He thinks to himself, smiling suddenly at what he picked out. The red and green cherry pattern was in complete contrast to your purple bra that was peeking out over your tank top. So he may have or not picked them up just because they were cute but hey, at least you covered. That was his logic.

He pulls your strap back on your shoulder while also leaning down to press a tender kiss against your forehead, “I love you.”

ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ “wooyoung, please.” Bucking your jean-clad pussy into his hand, trying to get more friction. If you didn’t need him so badly and knew that you could make yourself feel twice as good, you wouldn’t even be putting up with his teasing. But the hard reality was that you couldn’t. And he knew that just as well.

That’s why getting you all worked up was more pleasurable for him. That if at any point he stopped, you were going to beg him til tears. He knew just how to get what he wanted from his little princess and exactly how to make her behave.

“So wet for me and I haven’t even taken these off.” He giggles in your ear, referring to the dark patch that was dead center of your crotch.

“Let’s see now. Can woo see?” He laughs again at your frantic nodding. His hands then work on the bottom of your jeans, popping it open before shimming them down your legs.

“My, my, my. What do we have here?”

Just as he expected. You had seeped right through your panties, which he couldn't help but notice they were the ones he bought you for Valentine’s Day. You only wore them on special occasions.

“You wore these just for me?” He cooes and grabs the top of them, and pulls them up so that the seat was rubbing right on your clit. You moaned loudly at finally getting some stimulation, basking in it as long as you can.

“We’re gonna leave these on. That alright?”

ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did you say yes to spending the night? You never spent the night. Not because you didn’t want to. Hopefully he never thought that for all those times you turned down his offer. It’s just that— spending the night meant sharing the same bed. And while that doesn’t seem too big of a deal, you were still nervous because you only slept in your underwear.

Sleeping was more comfortable that way and solely why you had always been afraid to spend the night. You didn’t want to weird him out with your little habit.

Sensing your hesitation to climb in the bed after him, he frowned as you stared at the empty space beside him in deep thought.

“Hey,” he reached out to touch your hand in a loving manner, drawing your attention from the empty space to meet his eyes.

“If you’re uncomfortable with this, it’s okay. I’ll sleep on the floor and you take the bed.”

“No, no! It’s not that. It’s just…” you take a long pause before letting out a defeated sigh. There was no other way to tell him at this point.

“I only like to sleep in my underwear. My legs get too hot if I’m in pants but I didn’t want to weird you out because this is your room and I have no right to do what I want—”

Mid rant, somehow Jongho managed to scoot closer to you without you noticing and pulled you down, shutting you up with a brief kiss.

“It’s okay, doll. You can sleep in your underwear if you want. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

He gives you an reassurancing smile whilst gently squeezing your hand. You return one of the same before letting out another sigh and stepping back to shimmy out of your pants. Blushing instantly at the way he eyed your panties, “pretty,” was all he said as he pulled you down in the bed with him.

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