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pairing: experienced! choi san x inexperienced! fem! reader

tags/ warnings: smut (minors dni !!!), dom sannie, corruption kink, strength kink (a little bit), size kink (san refers to reader as tiny once), MONSTER COCK SAN :3, breeding kink (as always 😇), overstimulation, pet names !! (baby, love, the whole shaboom), sannie is ever so slightly condesending but is a sweetie at the end

notes: yeah so SURPRISEEEE !!! sannie is my everything and this was also sitting unfinished in my drafts for MONTHS so fuck it we ball 🤓 also first time writing for ateez woo hoo ! ALSO also not proof read so if you see any spelling mistakes ... keep it to yourself pls ;3

i'm having sososo many thoughts about inexperienced!reader and experienced!san + practice kissing .......

"just sit on my lap, baby," he said as he grabbed your leg and swung it over, "like this."

so many thoughts racing through your head, not wanting to embarass yourself and also wanting to make sannie feel good too :(

as you straddled him, he placed his hands on your hips and let them rest there, every touch from him making your cheeks burn up.

"sannie," you whined, "i don't know what i'm doing."

"i know, baby," he simply replied, "that's why i'm gonna teach you."

this spirals into sannie's corruption kink going insaneeeee 😵‍💫 you were literally his to claim, his to break.

innocent kissing slowly turned into making out, which then turned into san grabbing your hips to make you grind down onto his cock through his pants (which had been hard since you sat on his lap) !!

your skin was burning hot, and the wetness between your legs was growing ever so uncomfortable :,(

"s- sannie..." you whined through breathy moans, to which he just shushed you.

"i know it feels good baby, i know," he replied through sloppy kisses, "just let me do everything."

so you did.

which is how you ended up on your back with your legs being pushed back to your chest as san literally fucked you into oblivion. he was so strong, he could literally move you into any position he wanted !!

"look at me, tiny," he groaned, "watch me while i break you."

your whimpers of his name and moans of pleasure simply made him want to pound you into the matress even further. when you stared up at him, you swore he had never looked more beautiful. his hair was sticking to his forehead, his lips were parted, and his eyes were locked to your face.

you scratched your nails over his chest (which would most definetly leave a mark he would have to explain to the other members) as tears ran down your face.

"'s too much for you, baby? can't take anymore?" he growled as he leaned closer towards you, "fuck, look at you."

you were a mess, to say the least. you shook your head.

"i feel- i think-" you stuttered through moans, his pace never stopping as you began to clench around his cock.

"baby's gonna cum for me?" he mocked from above you, "you wanna cum for sannie, don't you?"

you felt like everything was happening at once, you had never felt like this in your life. his cock felt like it was in your stomach, you were lightheaded, and he still didn't slow down for a second.

"give it to me baby, i know you want to," he said as he reached between the two of you to rub your clit, "make a mess all over my cock for me, yeah? can you do that?"

your moans felt like they were turning into screams as your cunt pulsed around him, doing exactly what he asked and cumming all over him. it was like your vision blurred as your slick coated him, and insanely enough it felt like he began to go faster.

as you began to whine from overstimulation, he kissed your lips sweetly to shut you up.

"i know, 'm sorry baby," san almost whispered, "so close, love. gonna fill you up so good, i promise, you'll fucking feel me in you for days."

you moaned as he chased his high, more tears running down your face due to the overstimulation, it was just so much !! D:

"my gorgeous girl, my beautiful girl," he groaned into your neck, "need to fill you. need to make you mine. you're mine, right?"

you nodded, but that wasn't good enough for san.

"no, say it. need to hear you say it." he spoke through heavy pants.

"yours, sannie! 'm yours, all yours, please," you babbled, your brain feeling fuzzy and clouded.

that's when he moaned right into your ear, his hips pausing with his whole length inside of you. the sensation of his cum filling you up was indescribable. it was warm. you felt impossibly full, with san still moaning into your neck.

he stilled inside of you, not daring to move just yet.

"gotta keep it in for a little bit, baby. can't waste anything." he said, and you couldn't even really respond with how blissed out you were, "baby's all full and fucked out, isn't she?"

that's when he lifted his head from your neck, and pressed his forehead to yours. another kiss was pressed onto your lips, this one was sweet and gentle.

"my girl, my sweet girl," he spoke against your lips, "you did so well for me. such a quick learner, hm?"

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HELLO? I JUST OPENED MY TIKTOK TODAY? WHAT TF DID I MISSED? WHAT IS THIS SIR???? JEONG YUNHO?????

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OMFG. DOES HE KNOWS THAT I'M INSANE??? CUZ DANG!?!?

I WANT HIM SO BAD. IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ִ ࣪𖤐

౨ৎ ~ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ~ ౨ৎ

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ִ ࣪𖤐

౨ৎ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ౨ৎ

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ִ ࣪𖤐

౨ৎ ɴᴀᴍᴇ : ꜱᴏʜɴ ʜʏᴜɴᴍɪɴ ౨ৎ

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ִ ࣪𖤐

౨ৎ ᴀɢᴇ : 22 ౨ৎ

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౨ৎ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ : ʜᴇ/ᴛʜᴇʏ ౨ৎ

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ִ ࣪𖤐

౨ৎ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ(ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ) ౨ৎ

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"ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ."

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ִ ࣪𖤐

"ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜʀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ."

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I have so many inappropriate things to say, Song Mingi....

I need my sanity back

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MY LITTLE CROW(JONGHO)

Soon

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CURE (WOOSAN)

Alien Stage au

Genre : angst

Trigger warning : suicidal thoughts,death,blood

Notes : I'm so obsessed with alien stage these days. I'm in love with all the characters especially IvanTill. Looking at them both,they remind me of WooSan. So,that's how I came up with this fic. This is my first fic and I hope you all enjoy it!

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Wooyoung whispered, his voice barely audible. The words were a confession, a surrender. He had nothing left to live for.

The sight of Yeosang's lifeless body, blood pooling beneath him, haunted Wooyoung’s every waking moment. It crushed something deep inside him, something he had never allowed himself to fully acknowledge.

“I can’t…” Wooyoung murmured, shaking his head. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s too much.”

"I want to kill myself,I want to end it all...."

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The arena was cold. Stark, metallic walls loomed over the two figures standing at its center. The air was still, as if it, too, were holding its breath. It was their turn now.

San stood tall, his sharp features illuminated by the blinding lights from above. His expression, unreadable as ever, remained locked in place, the only movement on his face the subtle upturn of his lips, the faintest of smiles, as always.

Beside him, Wooyoung was a stark contrast. His eyes now held a deep emptiness. He looked at San, his gaze distant, lost in thought, until he caught the quiet smile that graced his friend’s face.

Wooyoung couldn’t understand it. How could San smile when everything around them was crumbling? How could he stand there, as if nothing mattered, when each breath they took could be their last?

Then the music began, faint at first, like a soft whisper against the walls of the arena. As the notes picked up, Wooyoung closed his eyes, letting the melody fill him.

Allow me, to the tips of your fingers

Allow me, to the ends of your feet

Dissolve me in your gaze

I don't want to let you go

Please, leave me scars

Please, hurt me so that

Not a single drop of me remains

Let me drown in you

It was Cure, the song that had been assigned to them. A song of pain and longing. But it didn’t matter anymore.

Wooyoung’s heart wasn’t in it.

He was tired of fighting, tired of pretending. The memory of Yeosang’s death still lingered in his chest, suffocating him with every breath. The desire to escape, to end it all, was overwhelming. Maybe he could just sing it wrong. Maybe if he failed the performance, they would finally end his suffering. It would be better that way.

Wooyoung opened his mouth again, but the notes that came out was flawless. It was perfect, too perfect. The voice he had once used to sing with joy, to fill the world with light, was still there. Even in his desperation, it betrayed him. It betrayed the life he longed to end.

He gritted his teeth, forcing the next verse out with less emotion, trying to sabotage himself. But it didn’t work. His voice still rang through the stage, pure and beautiful. He hated it. He hated the sound of his own voice, the way it echoed in his ears like a cruel joke.

Then, San stepped forward before he opened his mouth.

Even if your cold words

Carve scars beneath my eyes

May they linger on your tongue

You can break me apart

Noticе my pain

And mend me right now

To quiet my fеars

I'll drown in you

His tone was rich with yearning, every words a confession he could never say aloud. He wasn't singing for the aliens. He was singing for Wooyoung.

But,he knows Wooyoung wouldn't care

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San remembered their time there, in the ANAKT GARDEN. The glass dome that trapped them felt suffocating, yet San found solace in watching Wooyoung’s carefree laughter, even if it wasn’t meant for him.

He thought back to the night he tried to escape. He had stolen keys from a distracted alien guard and found Wooyoung in their shared quarters.

“Come with me,” San had whispered urgently. “We can get out of this hell.”

But Wooyoung shook his head, his voice trembling. “Not without Yeosang. I can’t leave him behind.”

San’s chest had tightened with unspoken pain. “Wooyoung… you’ll die if you stay.”

Wooyoung’s eyes were resolute. “Then I’ll die with him.”

San had smiled then, the only expression he knew to show, even as his heart broke. “I understand.” He had walked away, leaving Wooyoung behind.

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Their voices echoed together, blending perfect harmony as the music swirled around them.

To this everlasting melody

Face to face, we dance

With our story

Lost in forever's embrace

As the song reached its crescendo, a moment of silence hung between them, a fragile, perfect pause.

Without thinking, without hesitation, San stepped forward and pulled Wooyoung into a kiss.

It was rough, desperate, as if the world would end if they didn’t touch. Wooyoung tried to pull away, confused, panicked, but San’s grip tightened, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. It was their first kiss, it was their last, but it felt like it had been a lifetime in the making.

San’s hand cupped Wooyoung’s face, his thumb brushing the tear that had begun to fall from his eye. Wooyoung couldn’t move, his mind a blur. He wanted to resist, but the warmth of San’s lips, the urgency of his touch—it was everything he had been yearning for without knowing it.

But before they could pull apart, a sharp sound pierced the air.

In an instant, a bright red laser shot across the stage, striking San in the neck. His body jerked, and his eyes locked onto Wooyoung’s for a split second, a smile flickering on his lips.

“San!” Wooyoung screamed, but it was too late.

Blood splattered across the stage, staining the cold floor. San’s body crumpled, lifeless, into the arms of the stage, a final smile etched on his face.

The world tilted. His world tilted.

Wooyoung dropped to his knees, staring at San’s lifeless body. The tears came then, unbidden, streaming down his face as he realized, too late, that he had lost him.

He had lost everything.

"Wooyoung, score : 89. San, score : 70."

The overseers had their winner. Wooyoung’s name was called, but it didn’t matter. Not anymore.

San was gone...

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Like- yes,sir. Finish me,do anything you want to me.

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EXCUSE ME,CHOI SAN? SIR?

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I'M SCREAMING,JEONG YUNHO!?

Please,I'm not your strongest soldier,sir-

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I cried....

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OMG DILF JONGHO! OH FUCK-

Imagine him as your sugar daddy tho.Spoiled you with everything you want. Always sweet,romantic and caring. Oh My God.... (and of course,on the bed it's a whole different story..)

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Imagine yunho fingering you with those nails-

Oh my God,I need to calm tf down

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I want to fuck him and at the same time I want to be fucked by him.

I need professional help pls-

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loser boyfriend san ♡ | 최산

pairing: domestic san! x reader (just san being an absolute sucker for his s/o <3), fluff (too much fluff)

a/n: realistic little moments of what san would be like because we all love san (if there are any spelling or punctuation errors, please ignore them)

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loser boyfriend san who comes into your room in the middle of the night dragging his shiba plushie, eyes barely opened, just because you had a nightmare of being chased by a running broccoli in the middle of the streets. but he doesn't judge you, and holds you close in his arms, listening to all of your incoherent blabbering, hiccupping and sobbing, tears soaking a wet patch on his sandokki pajamas. after which, he tugs you to bed, lying beside you. the morning after, you wake up to san sprawled on the floor, hugging his shiba plushie close to his chest.

loser boyfriend san who takes pride in bringing you and your mom to the nail salon. and he absolutely does not care about the stares he receives when he links arms with you and your mom, striding in like a proud kitten. he waits patiently by your side, head resting on his arms, examining each and every procedure. "jagiya, doesn't it hurt? they are snipping off your skin!" san exclaims. oh,, such dumb boy. "san, it's my cuticles, i don't feel a thing" and when you and your mom attempt to explain to him what a french tip is, he smiles and nods sheepishly, even though you knew very well that nothing went into that boy's head <3

loser boyfriend san who claims to take taekwondo and gym classes to "man up" yet every time you fall sick he can't help but bawl his eyes out. "jagiya, it's okay, it's not your fault. it's just a little cough, that's all" you whisper while running your fingers through his hair. san, who had his head buried in between your breasts looks up at you, dragon eyes softened into swollen doe eyes. but your words didn't seem to help. he blabbers, tears beginning to well up in his eyes yet again "what if you die? what if you never wake up again because your cough killed you? what if-" "SAN. I'M NOT GOING TO DIE, IT'S JUST A COUGH"

loser boyfriend san who never fails to beat the housewife agenda by packing you cute lunchboxes when you had lessons to attend. every time you opened up the hello kitty themed lunchbox container, your friends would be in awe about how he managed to make the cute octopus shaped sausages, a heart-shaped omelette and fruits cut into different animals. once, you had forgotten your lunchbox at home and not even two hours into class, san showed up at your school running to you while frantically pointing at the lunchbox. "i can't leave my baby starving" is all he said to you before hurrying off to his school in a bike because he doesn't have a drivers license (...)

loser boyfriend san who travelled 8 hours to your parent's house without you knowing, just to ask for their acceptance to be your husband. "There is no one who provokes or quarrel with me. I can save her by fighting off bad guys because I have taken exercise hard and i can give her a lot of love because i grew up in a loving home. If you allow me, i will make her happy and comfortable all the time." and of course your parents were over the moon.

and that was the last time you had the rights to call him your loser boyfriend, because now he's your loser husband, and you still love him very much <3

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The look in his eyes is so primal play coded

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TRAINING II. ‧˚₊ | c.san 최산

tags + warnings: older!san x reader, size training, use of dildo machine, implied age gap, breeding kink, restraints

a/n: had this thought, and I had to write it down :) might be a temporary post idk

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You’re restrained in a doggystyle position, with both of your hands and feet clamped to the ground. San placed a gag on your mouth, reducing you to a pathetic, whimpering mess. “princess, if you want to take my cock, you need some training hmm?” And oh gosh,, you hear the terrifying mechanic whir of the dildo machine being turned on from behind and you furiously shake your head. “mmmph!” but you should have known better because san is merciless. He aligns the girthy dildo against your folds, and presses a gentle kiss to your inner thighs. He adjusts the machine and that’s when you feel the girthy length forcing its way into your tiny hole, slowly reaching up to your cervix. the pace is excruciatingly slow, and you feel every inch drag against your gummy wall. “san..s’big….nnnngh…can’t-“ you were cut off by the the sounds of the machine intensifying. and that’s when you felt it. you had no time to adjust when the dildo was practically pistoning into your pussy with such great precision, ruining your hole. you’re a moaning mess, drool sliding down from the corner of your lips. It got too much to a point where you started squirming and shaking your head. But what could you do? After all, san was well older and you had to listen to him.