byeolbitsky

[byeolbitsky]

I see people getting shocked at how much Yunho enjoys, almost gets ecstatic over, getting his neck played with. But you forget that he is a taurus venus; taurus rules the neck, and with a strong venus influence him being sensitive in his neck is just normal. He probably gets red around his neck quite easily, so giving him hickeys wouldn't be difficult at all. He might have that perfect, sweet spot somewhere in there that could switch everything off for him in a second. Playing with his neck could be the easiest way to tease him or the easiest way to push him to the edge. If you want to get him going, just caress him like this and he will be all around you. So yeah, he definitely loves getting his neck played with.

[byeolbitsky]

Allure

Part Two:Knuckle Velvet

❥MATZ x fem reader

Part One(Sunshine)

Part Three(Smoke)

➯a/n: i'm so glad people like this story, i've spent so much time on it and it's a labor of love, enjoy part two <33 if you're new here, part one is very much needed to understand what's going on and please read the warnings and take care of yourself ! if you didn't see my update, i lost the final draft of part three and now only have a paper draft so apologies that it will take a little bit to be uploaded ❤️‍🩹

✃ "Mind, body, soul, and wolf."

♫"Nothing hurts like the way you do; like the way you say "I love you." " -Knuckle Velvet, Ethel Cain♫Allure Soundtrack

✫彡wordcount: 6.9k

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: smut, YANDERE, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: DEAD DOVE I MURDERED THAT BEOTCH chapter specific: not beta read(ironically), criminal MATZ, alpha MATZ/omega reader, forced soul bonding, forced marking, nobody is mentally well, yandere and possessive behavior, talk of murder, talk of drugs, bits of humor because i was going insane, smoking 🍃, sh in the form of putting joints out on skin(NOT READER, NOT DESCRIPTIVE), reckless driving(is that a warning?), reader needs a hug like honestly-

cunnilingus, nudity, heat cycle, outdoor, fingering, THIS IS NOT A NON CON FIC, ALL SMUT IS CONSENSUAL.

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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

˚➶ ｡˚ PART TWO ˚➶ ｡˚

Something is wrong.

The warmth of your bed calls you back to sleep as you stir.

Something is wrong.

The smell of cooking pancakes wafts through the air, your stomach churns in interest.

Something is wrong.

The hand on your side is so soft it's almost fleeting.

Something is wrong.

Your eyes snap open, blurry vision landing on an unfortunately familiar set of features. Long brown hair, full lips in a seemingly perpetual line, thick letters on his neck.

You let out a scream as your body catches up with your mind, kicking Seonghwas arm and crawling back into the corner of your bed. "Sleep well? I sure hope so, Hongjoong nearly cried because you didn't get to mark him back before you passed out." His calm demeanor is the very antithesis of your state; frazzled and heart beating wildly in your ears. "I'm not too pleased with waiting either."

You go to pull the blanket over yourself again when he rips it off the bed completely. "G-go away, or else..." Your weak attempt at a threat makes the criminal grin, and he stands from his squatting position, looming over your cowering form.

"Oh you don't know how deep in you are, do you?" He purrs, crawling onto the mattress. It creaks pitifully under his weight as he moves ever closer.

He stops just short of being right in your face. "We own you. And when you stop this little tantrum, mark us back... you own us. A little thing like you, been on that blocker for God knows how long, you won't last but a few more hours until you're running to us with your tail between your legs. Hormones flooding your system, begging for your alphas...Begging for your mates." His eyes flick to your bruised shoulders, their marks peeking out of your scrubs. "Don't make us wait too long now, omega. We aren't patient men."

"Hwa!"

He leans away from you, yelling back to the voice, "what?!" His booming voice makes you jump, and take a deathly tight grip your pillow.

"Food!"

He looks back to you, and it's as if you can tell what he's thinking. You shake your head, slapping his hand away when he goes to grab your wrist. "C'mon now, you won't want an empty stomach when we mate-" He's cut off when a pillow hits his head, leaving him to let out an exasperated sigh.

Hongjoong turns around just as Seonghwa rounds the corner with your fidgeting form over his shoulder. "Hey, Dolly!" He greets casually, like this is an everyday occurrence, as he sets down the plate he's holding next to the other two on your little round table.

"Help! Help me!" You scream, gasping as you're quite literally thrown in a chair.

"No use in that," Hongjoong begins as he sits opposite of you, "no one will hear you. We cleared this place out. If they aren't dead, they're in the prison with our pack."

       Your eyes well with tears. You don't doubt his words for a second. Massacring and holding a town hostage wouldn't even be on the top three of their crimes.

      You take a shaking breath and gather yourself, glaring at the blonde silently. "Oh are you mad?" He asks teasingly. "We made ourselves comfy, hope you don't mind! Lovely little place you've got here."

You choose to stay silent, not trusting your own voice as it wavers even in your head.

"Eat up," Seonghwa pushes one of the plates to you, but Hongjoong snatches it back, eyeing you as you eye it.

It's been a full day since you've eaten, judging by the rising sun in the window. And you silently curse yourself for skipping lunch.

"Something you need to do first, Dolly." He taps his neck, a small grin playing at his lips as he notices your eyebrows push together. He wishes he could crawl into your head and see all of those thoughts that are undoubtedly suffocating you.

And they are. Your lungs feel heavy as you weigh every option against one another. You could run- but you've never outran an alpha, let alone two. You could hide- but that didn't work too well in the prison. You could simply refuse to return the bite- but the last wolf who did that was turned inside out, literally. You could simply cry and hope for their mercy- but you knew it would never come.

Your chair scratches the hardwood under it as you slowly push yourself away from the table. You notice you're missing your shoes as you trudge the few feet that feel like miles.

Hongjoongs head is eagerly turned to the untainted side, Seonghwa's mark mirrored to where you must leave yours.

You attempt to tune out the joyous howling of your wolf, tell her this is not a good thing. But she doesn't care. All she says is-

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

You wince as your canines push through your gums unannounced, lip snarling upward to give them room.

Seonghwa watches with a sadistic glint in his eye as you bend forward, tears building up in your own.

You hate to admit that Hongjoong, both of them really, smell wonderful. But your wolf sure doesn't, she only chants louder.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

Your anxious breathes fan against his neck, goosebumps arising in response and anticipation.

His heart is skipping beats. You're so close that you can hear it.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

With a quick movement, your teeth are sunk into his flesh, forever bonding you.

˚➶ ｡˚

    The searing water pelts your back. Steam swirls in the air. Your cries and sniffles echo on the linoleum tile.

     After marking both alphas you didn't have much appetite but, after helping you rinse your mouth, Hongjoong had made you eat everything on your plate before he let you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in.

     Despite the pull in his gut, the urge to break down the door and comfort you, Hongjoong had forced himself to leave. He couldn't listen to your cries, even if he was the cause of them.

      That left the older alpha alone in your humble living room. He tuned his ears to focus on the rainfall, the rolling thunder, the periodic knocking of your air conditioning, anything but the sound of your sorrow.

    You don't quite find it in yourself to care who is or isn't in your home, you find yourself with a much more immediate problem.

     Seonghwa was right.

   You feel heat bubbling to life in your lower stomach, slowly consuming the ball of anxiety that resides there. Your wolf is loud. She won't shut up. Mate this, mate that, knot this, and knot that. You wish with every ounce of your being that she wouldn't be such a primal animal, but that's much like expecting a wild animal to be house trained.

     You find your tears slowly drying, washed away from your cheeks by the ever falling water.

     You hadn't had a heat in a good long while. And now you were mated to two alphas? Seonghwa was right, and you are beyond fucked. You'd never even had a partner during a heat.

     A whimper trembles past your lips without your consent, small and pathetic much like how you feel.

You go to grip the knobs, gasping as you see your claws. They look thicker than before, darker as well. You bring them to your face, turning your hand over and inspecting them. "What..."

A knock at the door startles you enough to grab the tub, new and improved nails leaving indents on the acrylic fiberglass. "(Y/n)? Don't get too hot, the steam is coming out into the hall."

"Go away!" You squeeze your eyes shut, praying Seonghwa didn't hear the sorry crack in your voice.

Your prayers, much like yesterday, go unanswered, unheard. "Are you okay in there? I know... I know the situation isn't ideal-"

"Shut up!" You growl, hand immediately slapped to your mouth in shock of your own outburst. The quiet is eating you alive, making you wish the raining water above you would somehow drown you.

"I'm coming in."

"No! Just fucking leave me alone." Your eyes are wide at the sound of your own voice once again. You, your body is curled into the corner of the tub wanting to disappear and become one with the tiles below you. You, your mouth is loud and proud with your anger.

He opens the lock with his claw, breaking your deceptive sense of privacy. The stream rises into the hall in a thick fog, obscuring his vision. He tries to look for your outline behind the shower curtain but he finds nothing. When a small sniff sounds, his eyes flick to the source. The shadow of a curled up body.

When he grab the curtain, your voice comes out quietly. "Please don't touch me."

"I won't." He speaks shortly, opening the fabric just enough to turn off the water. Immediately, with no sound to drown it out, he hears your irregular heartbeat. "I won't," he says with a voice soft with promise.

The silence drapes you both, listening closely to one another for any sign of movement or speech.

Your ears are perked up, eyes wide and wild as you watch his silhouette take a seat on the closed toilet. He seems to be watching you as well.

"You're in heat." He breaks the hush with a punch. It's not a question, more so it's an observation from his sharp senses.

"Yes." You whisper back.

"How long since you had your last one? That blocker was in there deep." His voice holds something like quiet empathy, which makes your wolf want to crawl to him even more. You try to calculate the years to give him a good estimate of how bad this will get, but your brain feels too hot in your head.

"Long," is all you can muster up.

The quiet blankets you again, the only sound the raging storm outside. A clap of thunder makes you jerk, wrapping your clawed hands around yourself for a sense of comfort.

His hand comes through the gap in the curtain, holding your large fluffy towel. You take it with an almost silent thank you, wrapping it around your shoulders as you stay seated.

He watches the steam dissipate, surveying your small bathroom. The tub and shower which currently holds you takes up the short wall. The toilet he sits on has a soft fabric covering on the lid, the short blue yarn matches the color of the walls and the striped curtain. Your medicine cabinet has small little flowers painted on it with an obviously careful hand. Your products on the counter are organized in re-used plastic containers. Your clothes are set on the edge and awaiting you.

He wonders what you'll do to their home when it becomes yours as well.

When you shuffle, he looks back to your distorted form. Slowly standing, you clear your throat. "Can you, uhm..."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," he mutters as he stands, closing the door behind him.

Taking a peek around the drape, you make sure he's really gone before you step out and quickly dry yourself off, blinking away the tears that start to build again.

     With a fresh outfit on and having scrubbed off as much of them as you could, you step out of the bathroom for the first time in hours. Hongjoongs scent is weak, making you briefly wonder where he went as you tip toe around your own home.

     The door to your room is still ajar, but a glimpse inside shows no sign of the alpha who's smell is still strong. The sound of the TV draws you out to the compact living room. There, you can see the back of his head as he faces the box television, watching a rerun of Starsky and Hutchy.

     He says nothing as you sit down, and you say nothing back. He's not paying attention, and neither are you. But neither of you dare speak first.

˚➶ ｡˚

How you fell asleep, you have no idea. But the slam of the front door makes you jump awake, grabbing the nearest object which happens to be Seonghwas forearm.

He places his hand on yours wordlessly and turns to see whoever has the nerve to wake you. "Mingi?" He groans after a moment of reflection.

The strange man in your home, Mingi, is tall, taller than Seonghwa- and it makes you cower into the alpha subconsciously. He shakes the rain water out of his short pink hair in a way akin to a dog after a bath, unbothered by the glare and the wide eyes on him. "Hey!"

"What are you-"

"Joong sent me," he lifts up a duffel bag with a grin, kicking his shoes off as to not drag mud into your home and piss off his alphas mate. "Hi," he smiles more politely towards you as he slowly approaches, noticing your arms tremor.

"You forget how to knock?" Seonghwa grumbles as he stands, hand hesitantly leaving your own as he walks behind the couch to join the man.

"Well I didn't hear anything, I figured you were sleeping or something." He shrugs simply as he sits the bag on the sewing machine you use as a desk.

"We were, asshat." The brotherly bickering of the pack mates makes you smile, and you hide your lips in the cushion as you watch them carefully from you backwards seating on the couch.

     The pink haired man's attention lands on you as Seonghwa looks through the clothes in the bag. "Hi, 'm Mingi," he smiles kindly, holding his hand out to you only for it to be smacked down quickly by Seonghwa with a glare. "Uhm, rude," he rolls his eyes with a clear playfulness.

     "No touching," he huffs shortly, eyes flicking back to you. "He touches you, I cut off his fingers. I'm going to shower." He leans over the back off the couch and lifts your face out of the fabric gently, taking your lips in his possessively, leaving you flabbergasted as he leaves as quick as he came.

     Mingi whistles lowly as the bathroom door closes, chuckling at your starstruck expression. "This fuckin' guy, am I right?" He jokes, smiling awkwardly as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. "I'm an omega too, don't worry. I know it's scary coming across new wolves when you're like us, not knowing..."

      You nod silently, eyeing him up for any sign of danger. But you only find him shivering. "You want a towel or something...?"

    "Oh, if it's not any trouble," he smiles again, the gummy nature of it reminds you of Jihyun, and you find a lot of your nerves draining away. He's an omega like you, so you have a fair chance against him. And despite everything, you doubt Seonghwa would let anyone hurt you, let alone someone from his own pack.

    You sneak by him quickly and into the closet in the hall next to the bathroom, where you can hear the water running.

     "Here you go," you hand it over before taking a seat again, turning backwards on the couch to keep an eye on him as he towels off his hair.

    Starsky and Hutch keeps the silence from being too stiff, but it's clear Mingi has a lot of words on his tongue fighting to come out as he dries his arms.

    "Do-"

    "Is-"

    "Sorry," you both mumbles as you speak over each other. You motion to the seat next to you and he takes it with a quick, "thanks."

    "So," you begin, tucking your knees under your chin, "he's your alpha?"

    "Both of them, they lead together." He nods as he speaks, looking around your home.

    "That's weird," you mumble to yourself, picking at the string on your sock, "how does that work?"

     "Well... I mean they just kind of lead us all together. Make decisions together, it's not a dictatorship actually- they let us vote on stuff sometimes, it's nice. I'm sure you'll come to understand our pack, we're just a bit... different."

    "How did, uh, I mean I've heard some stuff, I dunno-"

    "You can ask me. I know those two probably weren't very talkative."

   "Yeah," you chuckle quietly, taking a peek at him, "they made their own pack, right? How did you end up here?"

    He looks back at you and slowly relaxes in his seat, both of you growing more comfortable as your wolves sniff one another out. "Yeah, that's right. They didn't roll up on a village like this and say, 'who's the strongest, let's fight', like most alphas come to be. They found each of us and asked us to join, didn't just demand it. I was one of the first, actually. They found me stealing some food in Minnesota, told me pledge my loyalty and I'll never be cold or hungry again."

   "And?"

  "Hm?"

   "Have you been?"

    "Never," he shakes his head, "they're good alphas. Maybe not the best people, but good alphas. I'm sorry you had to join us this way... they can be a bit impulsive, impatient." His eyes are low and voice even lower, like he's trying to hide his words from the man who's most definitely listening in. "They aren't monsters, at least not the kind the news makes them out to be. They're the monsters the world shaped them into."

     You feel his wolf calling out to yours, albeit weakly. You've never felt it before. Is it because you're finally apart of a real pack? Because you're his alphas mate? Your eyes flick to your wolves and his follow suit, a pink color that matches his hair.

"Mingi." His voice breaks your small staring competition, both of you looking to him. He looks a lot different on his own clothes, and it makes your annoyingly loud wolf even louder. His forearm sleeve and neck tattoo is on show in his dark grey wifebeater, finally freed from the long sleeve orange top. The marks on his shoulders are out and proud as well. His bell bottom jeans make his long legs look even longer, like he's more than half leg. His inked up fingers work nimbly to buckle his belt. That's when you finally look away, sinful thoughts flooding your head thanks to your building heat.

"Has Hongjoong come up with a plan with the rest of you?"

     You don't register that he's come up to the couch until he's picking you up. You grab onto his shoulders and bite your lip as you yelp.

     "He says we should just sneak attack their camp, Jongho's been able to sus out their location with his-" Mingi clears his throat to stop himself as Seonghwa sends him a glare while he sits, settling you in his lap. "With some intel... says they only have two scouts at a time."

You curl up on yourself, breathing deeply- which turns out to be a grave mistake. Seonghwas sandalwood scent floods you all at once, the musky smell of the prison washed away. A wave of arousal hits you like the one in the shower, and he squeezes you closer to his chest.

"He'll tell me about it later, go on and go back to the prison and tell him come back."

"Wha-"

"Go now."

"Yup, yeah, I'm gone." Mingi jumps up, leaving the towel on the couch as he dashes to the door, disappearing with a quick, "later!"

You try to scramble away the second the door shuts, but the alpha grabs your ankle and pins you to the couch. "Please, please!" You shake your head while sniveling, quieted when he cups the back of your neck softly.

"Calm down, omega," he whispers, keeping his weight off of you, "you need us to get rid of that heat, you know that don't you?"

You nod dreadfully, burying your face in the cushion. "I don't want-"

"Tell me what you want, and that's what I will do. Nothing more. I won't force you to do anything but I won't let you suffer in your heat, do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Do you want me to let you go?"

Despite yourself, you whisper, "no..."

"Tell me how to help you. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want, omega, and I will give it to you."

˚➶ ｡˚

By the time Hongjoong crashes through the front door clumsily, both of you are gone from the couch. A trail of torn clothes and the call of soft moans lead him to your bedroom, the door open wide to provide him a beautiful view.

You, in your bra and nearly nothing else. Legs spread around Seonghwas shoulders and socked toes curling into the bed. Your sharp teeth out and peeking through your lips as they part with a moan.

Seonghwa, kneeling and back arched as he anchors himself between your legs, forearms wrapped around your thighs. His tank top rising up to expose the ink on his lower back. Low, muffled moans rumble in his throat.

      "Started without me?" He asks smugly after he catches his breath from the overwhelming scene.

     Seonghwas head snaps back at the intruder, eyes red and jaw slick- but he goes right back to his meal, making you yip in surprise. Your eyes stay locked on his, lit aglow just like the alphas between your legs. Your chest rises and falls with bated breathes.

"Hongj-ah!" You grip the straps of Seonghwas top, eyes squeezing shut as you whine.

     Your logic and reasoning went out the window the second Seonghwas eyes turned red with lust. Now, you let your wolf get what she wants for the time being. You forgot how badly heats burn.

     Your bed dips and creaks with the additional weight as the younger alpha joins you. You feel his breath over the healing mark he left, followed by a lick which makes you gasp.

     Every touch both extinguishes the burn and makes it hotter.

    "You smell so good," Hongjoong coos into your neck, hands slowly wrapping around your waist, "will you let me have a taste too?"

      "Y-yes!" You nod eagerly, fidgeting under his light touches until a slender hand presses down on your stomach to keep you in place, followed by a growl.

     "I'm not done, am I, omega? I thought you wanted to cum on my tongue? That's what you asked for, after all," Seonghwa teases as he pulls back, free hand playing with the slick between your thighs. He watches with a smirk as you nod, over and over. "Yeah?"

    "Yeah! Please, Seonghwa!" You feel a pinch in your gut as you beg for the criminal, but it's washed away with another surge of pleasure. A soft hand on your cheek makes you push your eyes open, coming face to face with Hongjoong.

     "Poor omega," he pouts as he traces your jaw, "those blockers are good for nothing, only cause problems. We'll take good care of you, don't worry. Anything you want, Doll. Anything at all."

     Your request is wordless. A pull at his belt loop with your clawed finger.

˚➶ ｡˚

You're fast asleep with your heat satisfied for the time being, sandwiched between the two alphas in your small bed. They keep quiet, enjoying the moment. They know that when you awake without your heat blurring your mind, you'll be distant again.

And they don't blame you.

Mingi was right, they're impulsive. They wanted you and they got you the second they could. They'll do whatever they can to make you realize you're meant to be their omega, their mate. They'll build the trust one step at a time, they just had to make sure you wouldn't slip away in the meantime.

Your breathes are slow and steady, deep in the hands of exhaustion. One of your legs is hooked across Hongjoongs hips, the other tangled in Seonghwas bell bottoms. Your arms are wrapped around the blondes neck, head buried in his shoulder.

Seonghwa has one arm tucked under both of your heads, fingers twirling Hongjoongs hair mindlessly as he holds a joint between his lips, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke out slowly. His pants are undone and underwear clumsily pulled back up.

      Hongjoong has his eyes closed peacefully, though he's not sleeping. He's listening intently to your heart beats, enjoying the familiar smell of his alphas smoking and the feeling of your naked body clinging to his.

       "Leave tomorrow?" Seonghwa whispers hushedly, letting the smoke in his lungs out in a puff.

     "The quicker we get home the better. We need to start making a real plan for that fuck face Greene." He snarls silently, pressing his nose into your hair in an attempt to calm himself.   

     "And make sure no one messed up while we were caged."

     "They told me Yunhos been taking care of the traffic flow, we should be good on that part. I just want to get my claws bloody."

    Seonghwa chuckles, rubbing his temple, "you know what's fucked? If that coward didn't rat us out, we wouldn't've found our mate."

      Hongjoong cracks a small smile, cradling your unconscious body close to his chest as Seonghwa stands. "Maybe I'll go easy on him then." He smirks, watching his shoulders bounce with silent laughter as he leaves the room, a trail of smoke following him.

     Seonghwa closes the bathroom door behind him, staring at his reflection. He takes the joint between his index and middle finger, leaning toward the glass.

     Hongjoong was made for this world, for his world. But were you? Had they just doomed you to a pitiful existence? Did he even care if they did?

     Peddling drugs and getting your claws bloody. He couldn't imagine you doing it. But he couldn't imagine letting you go.

     He pulls his jeans down and his boxers leg up, snuffing out the joint on his thigh.

˚➶ ｡˚

   "It ain't a crime to be good to yourself! Lick it up! Lick it up! Woooo!"

      Your body is slung to the door of the van as Hongjoong drifts around the corner, the loud rock music only rivaled by his singing of it. You grab onto the passenger seat infront of you to hold yourself steady. "Does he have to be the one to drive?" You yell to Seognhwa who's in the row of seats behind you, laid across them with a grin.

     "He likes to pretend he's driving The A Team van!" 

        The van skids to a stop infront of the prison, and you have to force yourself to look away least you think about the people who are still being held hostage inside. "C'mon up here, Doll," Hongjoong holds his hand out to you in offering, and you take it. You crawl over the cup holder in the middle and land in the passenger seat, grabbing the bag they had let you pack before dragging you away from your home.

     "Where are we going?" You ask quietly, thankful that Hongjoong had the ears to be able to hear you over his cassette.

      "Back to our stomping grounds," he hums as he hits the button to unlock the doors, letting in the approaching group of people. "Los Aranza, it's in sou-"

     "What's up fuckers?" A young man shouts over the music as he hops into the middle row, making you jump as you look back. He smiles your way kindly, uttering a softer, "hey." 

    Mingi, who throws you a small smile, is climbing in next with a buffer man who immediately gives you the chills and a woman who looks like a sore thumb in the group. 

     Mingi gets in the back with Seonghwa and the woman ends up in the middle seat between the two other men despite her complaints.

"(Y/n), this is Wooyoung," Hongjoong introduces you to the first man, who waves your way. "Lia," the woman returns your awkward smile of a greeting. "And San," who, you don't expect to, leans over the center console and takes you in a sideways hug.

"No touching!" A grumble comes from the back, making San chuckle as he leans back into his seat.

"Nice to meet you," he grins brightly, promptly buckling his seatbelt when he hears Hongjoong start the vehicle back up.

Everyone else quickly copies his actions, and you get the memo the moment before the van lurches to life quickly.

The first few minutes are awkward silence save for the music, which Lia thankfully made the driver turn down.

"So, (Y/n)," Wooyoung starts up, "I don't want you to worry so..." You look back over your shoulder, taking a note of the small freckle under his eye as you search his features. "I just wanted to let you know that we called the state police before we left, it'll take a few hours but the rest of your village won't be stuck in there for too long."

The sentiment gives you the smallest hint of relief, knowing that they won't just be left there to wither until someone would notice that the whole town disappeared off the face of the planet. "Thanks..." You nod shortly, taking the time turned around to inspect the other new faces as well.

Lia has a seemingly familiar set of round and soft features, but you can't quite place it. Nor can you place her ranking in the group. She doesn't smell like a wolf, but you don't want to pry.

San, however, has the clear ego of a beta; chest puffed out and radiating confidence, but not power. He's got a smile that doesn't match any of that though, and that along with his friendly actions make you think he's not as scary as he presents.

You turn back around and face the road, watching the sign for your town wiz past.

"How far to Los A..."

"Aranza! Maybe like... 26 hours?" Lia's words make you look to Hongjoong, who's tapping away at the wheel as he speeds.

"Seonghwa," you call out.

"Hm?"

"Can someone else drive?"

˚➶ ｡˚

Your request was denied, obviously, and everyone had to hang on every time Hongjoong made a turn or hit a bump. Admittedly, it was fun to watch him let loose and sing his heart out while the wind knocked his hair around. That, paired with the surprisingly kind conversation that the pack members made with you made for a good first three hours.

After that, Wooyoung got grumpy. "I'm hungry!"

Then, Mingi chimed in, "I have to use the bathroom!"

Then, San, "My legs asleep! Ow, really Lia?"

When you gave Hongjoong a begging glance, that's when he finally started looking for an exit on the highway.

The mom and pop restaurant was run down and quiet, but you were thankful that that meant less people to see the rag tag team of criminals you were with and potentially cause problems. The van was parked half hazardously in the back by the restrooms, and Mingi was the first out from the back doors, practically dashing into the men's room.

You grab the handle to the passenger side door only to be grabbed on the opposite wrist. You look to the assailant and see Hongjoong with a questioning gaze. "What? I have to...go," you shrug his hand away, opening your door and hopping down before he can stop you again.

You hear some soft foot steps enter the bathroom as you hover, but they don't enter a stall. "Did they send you to babysit me," you groan, nearly slapping yourself as you speak before thinking again.

"Yeah, sorry..." Lia's voice is apologetic, and when you finally exit: her face is as well. "They can be a bit...uhm."

"Paranoid? Overbearing?"

"Yeah," she nods softly, using the mirror she stands infront of to look at you as you wash your hands. The way your shoulders slump and your head hangs low makes her heart ache for you. "I hope we can be friends. You're going to need some in this side of the world."

You look in the mirror in front of yourself, matching her stance as you watch one another through the glasses. "I hope so, too."

     When you join the men back outside, they're all sitting on the curb with plastic bags infront of them. Lia sits in the space between Mingi and San, immediately grappling at the bag the ladder holds out to her. Seonghwa hands you one as well, nodding for you to take it, "yours."

    Inside is two large styrofoam boxes of delicious smelling food, and you look up with your brows pressed together. "This is a lot of food, Seonghwa, I'm not going to eat all of this." You set down one as you open up the other and sit on the warm concrete between the two alphas.

     "You need it, you're still in heat." He hums plainly, dropping a french fry into his mouth as San spits one out from his.

     "Hey!" You yell, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising up your neck.

      "What? It's true." He looks around to his pack members, seeing the three lower men looking away from you while Lia simply shakes her head at him, and Hongjoong nods.

     "He's right, we didn't even fuck- ow!" He glares at Mingi as he slaps him upside the head, "we didn't! We only y'know... messed around."

     "Bro, shut up!" Mingi sends you a quick compassionate glance before turning his face to his food. "You guys have zero tact."

     "Tact? What the hells that?" Hongjoong mumbles from around his burger, "you made that up."

  In defiance of your anger at him, his antics make you smile as you take a bite of food.

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The next stop the vehicle makes is in the dead of night, the spring moon full and bright.

It was only you and Hongjoong awake when you asked if their promise from earlier still stood: whatever you need and nothing more.

He was quick to peel off the road and park the sleeping group before leading you into the woods to satisfy your once again noisy wolf.

You hate that you nearly start howling aloud when he pushes your back onto a tree, hand behind your head to protect it from the bark, and begins kissing you like he did in your bed.

He takes it a step further, slipping his hand down now that Seonghwa isn't there. His lips meld into yours as he slips his hand under the elastic waistband of your shorts. They travel lower as his fingers do the same, feeling the warmth of your heat which makes him groan into your neck.

When he feels your hands on his shoulders, he closes his eyes and cherishes your touch, letting his wolf drive him forward and press his body to yours in an act of affection which makes you dizzy.

His fingers find their way inside of you, making you gasp toward the stars. His knuckles feel like balls of velvet in your overly sensitive body, driving you nearer and nearer to the cliff of pleasure your wolf desperately needs to dive off of.

        Omega heats are pathetic, you think to yourself as your knees buckle: only being held up by Hongjoongs weight pressing you into the tree as he gives you satisfaction you're incapable of giving yourself.

Thankfully, all too soon, your pleasure reaches its peak and you tumble over it, gushing on his fingers and clinging to him as he kisses the healing mark his teeth left. He wraps his free arm around your back, holding your waist tightly as you tremble. "That's it, Doll..." His voice raises bumps on the flesh of your shoulder, his heavy breaths fanning them.

You can feel his length hard against you, but you're too afraid and too ashamed to acknowledge it and he knows it. But he's content with whatever you give to him in the moment, he doesn't care about his own pleasure as long as his mate is taken care of. He presses his nose into your scent and breathes deeply, letting out a growl as he feels your core clenching.

You feel a sense of dread as you come back to your head fully, watching with wide eyes as he takes his fingers from your shorts and into his mouth. You quickly look away, and hear him chuckling.

"It's okay to want us, Pretty. We're your mates. We want you just as bad."

You share a moment of sincere eye contact before your tears blur his image. "I'm afraid." You confess in a short huff, breathing in the soft wind that surrounds you.

   "Of what? We'll never let anything hurt you." His voice holds a simple directness, he means every word he says and he doesn't see the need to be poetic with it. He just wants to convey the truth to you. "Anyone looks at you the wrong way and I'll gut them. I'll put their head on a pike to show everyone else not to fuck with you."

      With his body once again pressing into you, albeit with a softness that wasn't found in your last heated moment, you find yourself looking down to avoid his wild eyes. He can smell a bittersweet spike of fear in your scent, and his brows furrow together.

     "I'm afraid of you... and of Seonghwa. You frighten me. You don't-" You bite your tongue before you let your emotions speak for you. After a moment, you break your silence, "you don't even know me... and it scares me what you're willing to do. You're criminals. And if... if you don't find me a suitable mate that I'll be next on your list of victims. I didn't ask for this, Hongjoong... I didn't want this."

      His face is stoic for a spell, but his lips slowly curve upward into a bestial grin: followed by the giggles that had haunted your dreams after the first time you heard them. "Oh, (Y/n)," he snickers, eyes closing with the force of his laughter. It rings out in the silent night and mocks you. What could he possibly be finding so funny about your legitimate fears?

     His body collapses into you as he laughs manically, making you freeze with a cry- your body trying to make itself small. You close your eyes, taking sniveling breaths as you will yourself to block out the deranged laughter. "Oh, you're just so adorable!"

    "S-stop laughing at me," you whine, attempting to push his weight off of you as the bark begins digging into your back. He doesn't look it, but he's heavy as all get out as he slumps into you.

     He grips your wrists as you push at his chest and pins them into the tree with his claws caging them in, all laughter gone in a spilt second as he glares down at you. "Now you listen, Doll," he growls between his teeth, making you cry sharper and clench your eyes tighter. He doesn't like that one bit. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, omega!"

You sheepishly open your eyes, too afraid to disobey him even though he's scaring the living daylights out of you with his mood swings. His eyes slowly return to normal, black fading into nothingness at the sight of your fearful eyes.

"Now you listen close, yeah?" He speaks softer than before, kicking your feet apart to stand between them and get closer to you. "You don't quite understand, I think... We could fucking smell you the second we rolled into that place. Now, Seonghwa thought it was a trick- a stupid ploy to get us to be tame. But when you walked into the room, oh we knew it was real! Just one wiff of your fresh scent and my wolf was clawing to get out. Even with that stupid blocker in your neck, we could smell you and that's how we knew. Other alphas won't even understand so it's okay that you don't. But, Doll, you were made for us, and we were made for you. The moon cut us from the same cloth, three pieces from the same puzzle. You were ours the second you were born, and we were yours. We are each others. We are each other. Mind, body, soul, and wolf, we belong to one another. So don't think for a second that we don't know you, okay? We are you. We'll chase you to the ends of the goddamn Earth if we have to. So don't ever fucking say some shit like that again, got it?! I would break open my chest and shove you inside if that's what it took to keep you safe. I'd walk on my hands and knees for eternity if that's what it takes to make you happy! So don't say some shit like that again, am I understood? You are our mate and we will treat you as such, nothing less than a Goddess among wolves and we the Gods that rule beside you. Do you understand?"

You're too busy sobbing, your small sniffles having grown into full blown fat tears and cries during his monologue, to answer him. He withdraws his claws and your arms fall limp to your side. His palms are warm and comforting on your cheeks even as he says firmly, "nod if you understand."

And all you can do is nod pathetically.

˚➶ ｡˚ PART TWO END ˚➶ ｡˚

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Yunho ✧ Xiumin's Ramyeon Store EP 02

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#OurRadiantYunhoDay (990323) Happy Birthday to the most precious human being ever ❤️

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“oh the hoes are gonna love this”

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after they were told not to be too close

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We appreciate a man who put efforts in what he does and cares about it 🙏

San talking about the tattoos he had for Warriors cover mv

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ATEEZ performing 'The Glory + Ice On My Teeth' at SBS INKIGAYO UNICON in TOKYO DOME

LINK

ENG translation:

The Glory

Like a rebel¹, but (what's) after is cheese², The Glory

A hero who volunteers³ for a journey that is not easy

Dance the executioner's¹ sword dance and claim your spot

Not luxury, value is our Main Theme

Ain’t about bills

Ain’t about flexing

Ain’t about trophies

Ain’t about gold chains

Ain’t about name

Ain’t about fame

Ain’t about cash

Ain’t about champagne problems

It’s not about princes

This is all about my pride

This is my pride

This is my pride

Proof that money and fame are not our goals

My shine isn't meme core

The glory I've built all bows to me⁴

Everything I have is just ‘A tiny’ thing

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d&g’s prince | c.sn

❤︎ synopsis — your boyfriend is away at milan for another fashion show. you’re lowkey (highkey) missing him very much, until he facetimes you to check in on you… wearing something a little too sexy

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

theme: fluff ✿ , suggestive ❤︎, slight crack ✦ (if you squint)

a/n: seeing the clips of him circling around online in this outfit …. i went a lil’ too crazy … i didn’t want to post another smut fanfic of san, so i just went for the suggestive route

cw: reader makes lots of sex jokes cuz they’re feral. implied sex at the ending. mostly teasing and shi

you never knew true boredom and desperation.

well, at least not ‘till this week.

your absolutely stunning, gorgeous, panty-dropping enigma of a man, choi san, had left your poor self all alone in your apartment. not intentionally, of course. being a hot idol that’s constantly in the spotlight, was a busy lifestyle that you completely understood.

and san just so happened to get invited to one of dolce & gabbana’s latest fashion week shows, a brand that san has modeled for numerous times.

he was over the moon, absolutely beaming about going to milan again. you were happy for him too. only problem is, he couldn’t take you with him. san being san, wouldn’t stop whining about how he couldn’t take his “absolute unit of a partner” with him, but you reassured him everything would be fine back home in seoul, and you’d regularly text.

even then, sending off san with kisses and goodbyes at the airport didn’t stop you from missing him. because, he’s choi san. who wouldn’t miss their boyfriend if he was choi san.

so now here you were, curled up in your plush, king sized bed underneath the duvet. a jellycat goose tucked underneath your chin while you scrolled through your texts with san.

sannie <3 [12:03am]: baby

sannie <3 [12:03am]: are u up ??

sannie <3 [12:03am]: just finished a pop live

sannie <3 [12:04am]: come facetime me i wanna say hiiii :33

sannie <3 [12:05am]: do it >:((

you couldn’t hold back your smile. oh san, that lovable little dork. despite being the hottest person to literally grace god’s green earth, he was still a clingy goofball of a man.

your fingers glides across your screen as you typed back

y/n [12:07am]: omg i will

y/n [12:08am]: so needy, ur lucky ur cute

sannie <3 [12:10am]: ik i am <3

sannie <3 [12:11am]: open ur laptop, baby. i’ll be on soon

and you did as you were told, getting comfy underneath your duvet while pulling out your sticker-infested laptop. snuggled in san’s favorite hoodie that had a faint scent of his sandalwood cologne, you eagerly opened the screen and clicked on the bright green facetime icon, waiting for him to call you up.

you were incredibly giddy too, trying to act like you weren’t delusional and the most sane person on planet earth. and well- you weren’t really being delusional, considering that you were dating the choi san himself.

the incoming call icon popped up on your screen, and you quickly shifted to sit up while hovering your cursor over the green button, clicking it, and watching as the screen expanded to reveal your stunning boyfriend.

“hi, baby!” san called out, waving to you. his voice smooth as honey. ugh, you could listen to him forever, especially when he sounds so happy.

“my man,” you sighed dreamily while giving him a little finger wave, resting your cheek on your palm. “i seriously felt like i was gonna die if i went another day without hearing your voice.”

san laughed, the sound light and teasing. “oh, really? and you’re calling me needy? can’t even go a week without hearing my angelic voice, y/n.”

“yeah? well—“ you were about to retort wittily to his teasing, but the grainy web camera on san’s end cleared up a bit more, showing off a bit more details of the black outfit he was wearing. the sight made you effectively stop talking, which san took notice of.

“baby?” san called out, smirk faltering a bit from concern. “you alright—?”

“stand up.” you suddenly said.

your boyfriend blinked.

“i- wha—“

“i said stand up, choi san,” you interrupted firmly. “show me what kind of slutty fit you have on.”

san blinked once. then twice. he did a little head shake before chuckling, slowly standing up from his swivel chair and adhering to your hasty demands.

“whatever you want, angel.” san sang teasingly, pushing the chair away from his desk and stepping back to give you a tantalizing view of the outfit. the camera cut out his face, and the desk cropped up to his thighs, not showing you the full body, but showing just enough details to make you go feral.

san always looked good in black, made his features pop more, and just dripped him out in sin and scandal. but your eyes roved hungrily over the expanse of his muscles that were very much defined by his shirt.

his top, thin cotton fabric in the form of the sexiest blouse you’ve seen him wear. the middle part dipped down just enough to reveal a flirty little chest window for your lucky eyes. some black stringed ribbon was tied together nearly at the front of his shirt, creating a more sinful feel, knowing he can just untie those strings and flash you with his glorious tits at any given moment.

and the jeans? tight, leather, and fucking whorish. even when he did a little spin in front of the web cam to give you the whole galore of his outfit, you couldn’t stop thinking about how those jeans fitted perfectly along his hips and curve of his ass.

you were destroyed completely, reduced to nothing but a horny little dog who felt like they were gonna howl at the moon any second. and san seemed to notice, due to your lack of speaking after he showed off his stripper fit.

“uhh… y/n?” san called out while leaning down so his face was in view of the webcam. “are you okay?”

a beat of silence. one breath. then two.

and…

“you little shit.” you suddenly blurted out.

san was baffled. “… huh???”

“who told you that you could dress up like a hooker??”

silence.

then san shook his head, blinking furiously. “i— w-what?!”

your devastatingly hot boyfriend practically lurched himself back in the rolling chair, completely bewildered by your bold, yet astronomically down bad statement for him. meanwhile, you just stared at the camera, completely serious.

“babe, this is so unfair. you can’t dress up looking like a full-course meal and not expect me to go feral,” you said, practically whining with how devastated you were. “and you’re in milan too? ugh, even worse. who’s gonna suck your dick ‘till the skin falls off now??”

san choked on his own saliva. “until the skin falls off—?! baby- it’s just a shirt!!”

“yeah, a shirt that’s making my pussy way too wet. there’s a whole damn tsunami down there.”

“princess—“

“if i was a man i’d be popping the biggest boner right now, i’m just saying.”

san was crying with laughter. laughter from both disbelief and amusement. he’s heard you say all sorts of diabolical stuff regarding many things, but never to this level of down bad. maybe this was your glorious way of reminding him who gives him the best blowjobs while he’s gone.

“baby— honey—“ san laughed, rubbing the tears of joy out of his eyes. “you- you can’t just say stuff like that! it hasn’t even been that long since i left korea.”

you scoffed, and turned your head dramatically away from the virtual image of your boyfriend. “yeah, but it’s been long enough since i last saw you, and you have the audacity to come on here and flash me??”

san blinked. again.

“flash you???”

“uh, yeah? i’m getting the whole front row view of your twelve inch dick through those slutty pants, babe.”

“i— twelve inches!?”

“god created men and sent you as an apology, baby. you’re the whole package and i’m about to unwrap your boxers like one. i’ve gone too long without your glorious presence.”

san’s jaw was practically on the floor with that one, and you looked unfazed. composed, cool, collected, despite the sheer diabolical-ness of your filthy words.

remind him why you were his girlfriend again?

“okay, okay. if you really want to come see me, you can catch the closest flight to milan,” san said, leaning closer to the screen, flashing those cheeky dimples, “but it won’t be any cake walk trying to get alone time with me, baby.”

“fine by me,” you declared, smirking back at him. “i can be stealthy.”

san raised an eyebrow, amused. “i doubt it.”

“are you saying you don’t trust me?” you retort teasingly.

“no~ im just stating the facts, the fact that your chances of sneaking past all the guards and paparazzi and staff to be with yours truly is slim.”

“slim but never zero, baby. come on, i’ve done this plenty of times during tours. i can do it again for fashion week~”

and you just had to pull out those sparkly, mischievous eyes that you know san loves so much. god, he was a weak man when it came to you. but who could blame him? he was also dying to have you near him soon, especially with how busy the d&g fashion week as gotten him.

“i better see you here soon then, baby,” san said, grinning ear-to-ear while leaning back. “and wear an outfit that’s easy to rip off.”

you smiled devilishly, knowing you’ve won.

“already looking for tickets to milan, prince.”

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this is one of my favorite photoshoots of San to exist. I just swoon so hard. He’s cute and sexy at the same time. Boggles my brain.

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𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 – 𝑪.𝑺

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𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚!

The morning started slow, golden sunlight spilling through the curtains as San stretched, careful not to jostle the tiny body sprawled across his chest.

Your daughter, little Sunhae — two years old, wild-haired and sweet as honey — had crawled into your bed sometime around five AM, snuggling herself right between the two of you.

Now she was snoozing peacefully, little fingers curled into the fabric of San’s worn t-shirt, her small mouth slightly open with every soft breath.

You smiled sleepily at the sight: San’s hand cradling her back protectively, his other arm slung over your waist, keeping both of you close like you might disappear if he let go.

God, he was such a good dad.

“Morning, pretty girl,” San whispered, voice still rough from sleep, and leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed happily and nuzzled closer, feeling his lips linger there, like he couldn’t bear to pull away yet.

Between you, Sunhae stirred — a soft little squeak escaping her — and San immediately softened even more, a tender smile tugging at his lips.

"Good morning, Sunny," he whispered against her hair, stroking her back. "My little star."

She blinked up at him blearily, cheeks rosy and warm from sleep, and gave him a gummy little smile.

“Mmm… Dada,” she mumbled, voice tiny and sweet.

San melted on the spot.

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing at the pure adoration lighting up his whole face.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he said softly, booping her nose with the tip of his finger. “Daddy’s right here.”

He glanced over at you with a lopsided grin.

“And Mama too, huh? Our whole world right here.”

You leaned up to kiss his jaw, and he caught you easily, tilting your chin for a proper kiss.

Sunhae giggled between you, patting at your faces like she wanted to join in.

“Alright, alright, you want attention too, huh?” San chuckled, pulling her into a sitting position on his chest.

You watched as he lifted her like she weighed nothing, tossing her gently into the air just a few inches — enough to make her squeal with laughter — before catching her again against his heart.

His hands were big and steady around her tiny frame, his face split into the widest smile.

“There’s my girl," he said, nuzzling her cheek until she shrieked with giggles.

You could watch them forever.

San was made to be a dad — the patience, the gentleness, the unshakable love in every single thing he did.

The rest of the morning passed in a blissful blur.

San made pancakes — a little burnt, but full of love — while you sat at the kitchen table with Sunhae, helping her "color" with crayons across the back of a junk mail envelope.

She proudly scribbled something vaguely circular and announced, “Mama!”

San peeked over her shoulder and gasped dramatically.

“That’s the most beautiful Mama I’ve ever seen!”

She beamed and scribbled harder, tongue poking out in concentration.

Every so often, San would come over and drop a kiss on your temple, or ruffle Sunhae’s curls, or lift her up just to spin her around and hear her squeal.

“My girls,” he said at one point, balancing Sunhae on one hip and wrapping his other arm around your waist.

“My whole heart.”

You kissed his chest lightly, right over where you knew his heart was thudding.

“I love you, Sannie.”

He leaned down immediately to kiss you, soft and slow, like he was still falling in love with you every single day.

Later, after a chaotic lunch where Sunhae somehow got yogurt in her hair, you all sprawled out on the living room floor for "quiet time."

(Quiet time consisted mostly of San letting Sunhae climb all over him like a jungle gym.)

You curled up on the couch, a throw blanket wrapped around your legs, watching with your heart full to the brim.

San lay on his back, laughing as Sunhae sat on his stomach and bounced, squealing every time he pretended to "catch" her with his hands.

"Where do you think you're going, Sunny?" he teased, tickling her sides.

She shrieked and flailed, kicking her tiny socked feet, and San let her go just long enough for her to crawl up to his chest again.

She pressed a wet, smacking kiss to his cheek and said proudly, "Dada!"

San’s eyes shimmered with emotion as he caught her in his arms and hugged her tight.

“You’re my sunshine, you know that?” he murmured, rocking her gently. “My brightest light.”

You wiped at your eyes discreetly. God, they were your whole world.

As the afternoon wore on, the golden light in the house turned softer, more drowsy.

Sunhae started rubbing her eyes, her voice getting whiny, her little body slumping against San’s chest.

"Alright, princess," San whispered, brushing her curls out of her face. "Time for bath and bed, yeah?"

She shook her head stubbornly at first, but when he kissed her forehead and scooped her up with ease, she snuggled into him without a fight.

You followed them upstairs, watching as San gently stripped her little overalls off and plopped her into the warm bubble bath you had waiting.

He knelt beside the tub, rolling up his sleeves, and helped her splash around — keeping one hand on her arm the whole time so she didn’t slip.

"That's my good girl," he cooed every time she sat still for him to rinse her hair.

"You’re so brave, Sunny, Mama and Dada are so proud of you."

You sat beside him on the floor, leaning your head against his shoulder, and he turned to kiss the top of your hair without even thinking.

Like breathing.

After bath time, Sunhae was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open as you dressed her in soft pajamas and combed her damp hair.

San carried her to her little bed, settling her down against the pink blankets.

You both leaned over to kiss her cheeks — one kiss from Mama, one from Dada — and Sunhae gave a tiny sigh, burrowing deeper into the covers.

"Goodnight, Sunny," San whispered, smoothing her hair one last time.

"We love you so, so much."

"I love you," you added, your voice thick with tenderness.

Sunhae blinked up at both of you sleepily.

"Luh you, Mama... Dada..."

She yawned so wide her little arms stretched up, and San smiled so big it hurt to look at him.

You both stood there for a while even after her breathing evened out, just holding each other quietly, basking in the warmth of it all.

Your family.

Your everything.

The house was finally quiet, the softest sounds of the rain tapping against the windows, Sunhae’s tiny snores muffled behind her nursery door.

You barely made it down the hall before San’s hand caught yours, spinning you around and pulling you right into him. His eyes were warm and dark under the dim light, a lazy, love-drunk smile on his lips.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” he whispered, brushing a knuckle down your cheek. “You’re the best mom, the best woman, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Your heart squeezed painfully, and you barely got a soft “Sannie…” out before he was kissing you — slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.

He tasted like mint and warmth and something that was just him, familiar and safe and dizzying all at once.

His hands slipped low, cupping your hips, then lower, squeezing the backs of your thighs until you gasped into his mouth. He swallowed the sound eagerly, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

"Bedroom," he murmured against your lips, voice low and rough. "Now, mama."

You barely made it to the bed, San guiding you back with gentle urgency, his mouth never leaving yours. When you felt the mattress hit the back of your knees, he broke the kiss only long enough to tug your shirt over your head, eyes drinking you in like a starving man.

“So fucking beautiful," he breathed, thumbing over the soft skin just above the band of your pajama shorts. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Your fingers fumbled at his own shirt, desperate to feel him — all hard muscle and golden skin under your palms. He helped, peeling it off with a soft chuckle, tossing it aside. You trailed your hands over his chest, tracing the defined lines of him, and he shivered under your touch.

San kissed you again, deeper, hungrier. His hands slipped into your shorts, pushing them down your legs along with your panties in one smooth move.

You whimpered into his mouth, thighs clenching together instinctively.

"So needy already, huh?" he teased softly, voice thick with love and heat. "My pretty girl."

He nudged you onto the bed, crawling after you until he was settled between your thighs. He pressed kisses along your belly, your hips, murmuring sweet things between each one.

"Carried our baby so perfectly," kiss.

"Still so fucking gorgeous," kiss.

"My good girl. My perfect girl," kiss.

Your breath hitched when he finally moved lower, spreading you open with a soft, reverent touch.

He looked up at you, dark eyes burning. "Let me take care of you, mama."

And then his mouth was on you — hot and wet and sinful.

His tongue licked a slow stripe up your folds, savoring you, before he latched onto your clit with gentle suction. You cried out, hands flying to tangle in his hair.

San moaned against you like he couldn’t help himself, the sound vibrating straight through you.

He licked and sucked at your clit, slow and patient, one hand stroking up your thigh while the other slipped two fingers inside you, curling just right.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet," he groaned, pulling back just enough to speak. His lips glistened with you, the sight alone nearly undoing you. "Tastes so sweet. So perfect."

He ducked back down, this time more relentless — messy, eager, almost sloppy in the way he worked you open with his mouth and fingers, not stopping until you were writhing beneath him.

"Come for me, mama," he urged against your clit, voice wrecked. "Want to feel you on my tongue."

It only took a few more flicks of his tongue before you shattered, crying his name brokenly. He held you through it, lapping at you gently, drawing out every last tremble until you sagged back into the bed, boneless.

San kissed his way back up your body, pausing to mouth at your breasts, lavishing each nipple with attention until you were gasping all over again.

"You’re incredible," he whispered, kissing up your throat, your jaw, finally capturing your mouth again. You could taste yourself on his lips, dizzying and dirty and intimate.

"I need you," you whimpered against his mouth. "Please, Sannie..."

"Yeah?" he breathed, forehead pressed to yours. "Need me to fill you up, pretty mama?"

You nodded desperately, hands roaming over his back, trying to pull him closer.

San didn't make you beg — he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats, shoving them down and off. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, leaking at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight.

He stroked himself slowly as he lined up with your entrance, rubbing the head through your soaked folds, teasing you both.

"Look how ready you are for me," he murmured, almost in awe. "Fuck, you're perfect."

You whimpered, hips bucking up needily.

Finally, finally, he pushed in — slow, careful, sinking into you inch by inch.

You both gasped at the stretch, the heat, the overwhelming closeness. San dropped his forehead to your shoulder, breathing heavily.

"So fucking tight," he groaned. "So good for me."

He bottomed out with a low, broken moan, staying still to let you adjust. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining tightly.

"Tell me if it's too much," he whispered.

You shook your head frantically. "Want you, Sannie. Want all of you."

With a soft groan, he started to move — slow, deep thrusts that made you feel every inch of him.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of your bodies meeting, your soft whimpers, San’s low curses and praises.

"Taking me so good, mama," he panted against your ear. "Such a good girl. My good girl."

His hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing in tight, slow circles.

You cried out, clinging to him.

"You’re doing so good," he praised, voice wrecked. "So beautiful like this, underneath me."

You kissed him desperately, moaning into his mouth, feeling your second orgasm creeping up fast.

"San—! I’m close, I—"

"Let go for me, baby," he urged, hips thrusting faster now, deeper. "Come on, cum on my cock. Wanna feel you."

With a shuddering cry, you fell apart again, clenching around him so tightly he cursed, burying his face against your neck.

"Fuck, baby, gonna cum," he gasped. "Where—?"

"Pull out," you managed to whimper. "Wanna feel it."

With a strained groan, he pulled out at the last second, pumping himself a few quick times before spilling hot against your lower belly and thighs.

He collapsed beside you, chest heaving, pulling you into his arms instantly.

"God, I love you," he panted, pressing kisses all over your face — your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your lips.

You giggled breathlessly, burying your face in his neck. "I love you, Sannie."

He held you tighter, whispering soft praises against your hair.

"My good girl. My beautiful mama. My everything."

You laid there together, sticky and spent and tangled up, the rain still tapping against the windows, your hearts beating in sync.

It was messy. It was perfect. It was everything.

And San? He couldn’t stop kissing you like he had the rest of forever to love you.

The morning sunlight peeked through the soft curtains, spilling warm gold across tangled sheets and bare skin. You shifted sleepily against San’s chest, the slow, steady thump of his heart pulling you deeper into that cozy half-awake haze. His arm was draped lazily around your waist, holding you close like he never wanted to let you go.

His breath was warm against your forehead, and he murmured something inaudible, tightening his grip when you moved just an inch. You smiled drowsily, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"Stay, pretty girl," he whispered, voice rough and sleepy, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. "Too early to move yet..."

You hummed, completely content.

Neither of you had bothered to get dressed after last night — both too tired, too wrapped up in each other, too in love to care.

And for a while, it was perfect. Just the two of you, hidden under layers of blankets and each other’s warmth.

Until —

The door creaked open.

Tiny feet padded across the floor.

And a soft, excited giggle filled the room.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

Before you could even register it, a small body launched itself onto the bed, bouncing right between you and San.

"Sunhae—!" you gasped, instinctively yanking the blanket up to cover yourself. San's eyes flew open, wide with panic, as he scrambled under the covers too.

Sunhae, oblivious and grinning from ear to ear, wiggled herself between you two like she owned the place.

"Good morning!" she chirped, her messy hair sticking up in every direction. She plopped her little hand right onto San's cheek, patting him. "Wake up, Daddy! Wake up!"

San choked on a laugh, trying to act normal even as he clutched the blanket tight over both of you.

"M-Morning, baby," he managed, his voice high and breathless with panic.

You were trying so hard not to burst out laughing.

One look at San’s flushed face — eyes wide, mouth twitching — and you knew he was dying inside.

Sunhae didn't notice a thing, just throwing herself across your chest next and hugging you tight.

"Mommy snuggles! Mommy snuggles!" she demanded, squirming closer.

You squeezed her gently, heart melting into a puddle. "Of course, baby," you whispered, kissing the top of her head.

San leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek too.

"How'd our big girl sleep, huh?" he asked, voice tender, his hand sneaking out to gently brush her hair back.

"Good!" she declared proudly, wriggling happily between you both. "No monsters! Only dreams about pancakes!"

San laughed, full and bright now, the panic fading into pure affection.

"Pancakes, huh? Should we make some together?"

Sunhae gasped dramatically. "With chocolate chips?!"

"Anything you want, baby girl," he said, ruffling her hair. "Anything you want."

You couldn't stop smiling.

The bed was a mess — the sheets tangled, the blankets barely keeping your modesty safe — but none of it mattered.

This was happiness.

Messy, loud, chaotic happiness.

Your family.

San caught your eye over Sunhae's head, and for a second, the whole world narrowed down to just the look on his face.

Sleepy, smitten, completely and utterly in love.

He mouthed, "I love you."

You mouthed it back without hesitation.

Sunhae squealed, kicking her little legs under the covers.

"Pancake time! Pancake time!"

You and San shared a helpless laugh.

There was no resisting her.

Not now, not ever.

Carefully — still keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around yourselves — San slid out of bed first. He grabbed the discarded sweatpants from the floor and wriggled into them quickly, still half-laughing.

"Stay here, mama," he said, tossing you a wink. "I'll get her started, you catch up, yeah?"

You nodded, cheeks warm, heart full.

San scooped Sunhae up easily into his arms, lifting her high into the air as she shrieked with laughter.

"Let's go make the best pancakes ever, princess," he said, pressing a loud, silly kiss to her cheek. "For our favorite girl."

"And Mommy too!" Sunhae added importantly.

"And Mommy too," San agreed, sending you one last lovesick smile before carrying her out of the room.

You collapsed back against the pillows for a second, hand pressed over your racing heart.

God.

How did you get so lucky?

After a minute, you finally got up, throwing on one of San’s big t-shirts and some shorts.

You padded out to the kitchen, where Sunhae was already sitting on the counter, kicking her feet happily while San flipped pancakes with dramatic flair.

"She wanted extra chocolate chips," San said, shooting you a grin over his shoulder. "She said it's an emergency."

"Big emergency," Sunhae agreed solemnly, eyes huge and twinkling cutely.

You laughed, coming up behind San to wrap your arms around his waist. He leaned back into you immediately, sighing happily.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, tilting his head to kiss your temple.

"Good morning, handsome," you whispered back.

Sunhae pretended to gag loudly, making both of you burst out laughing.

The rest of the morning was a blur of sticky fingers, pancake batter disasters, and syrupy kisses.

San twirled you around the kitchen at one point, Sunhae squealing in delight as you danced around her.

Later, the three of you ended up piled on the couch — a cozy mess of blankets and cartoons and warm cuddles.

San tucked you into his side, one arm around you and the other cradling Sunhae against his chest.

"My girls," he murmured, voice low and full of awe.

"My whole world."

You tipped your head up to kiss him sweetly, slow and lingering.

Sunhae giggled and stuffed a piece of pancake in your face, making both of you laugh until your sides hurt.

It was perfect.

It was everything.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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[byeolbitsky]

Chocolate Bites

san x fem!reader

Summary: A lazy day at the dorm turns dangerous when you and San accidentally eat Wooyoung’s "special" chocolate. Tension builds slowly, bodies ache, and when you both finally snap… it’s messy, desperate, and filthy.

Word Count: 1k

Genre: smut, humour, accidental aphrodisiac chaos

Warnings: explicit smut (18+ MDNI), accidental aphrodisiac use, oral m!receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mild chocking, overstimulation, creampie

It started so innocently.

Just two of you, in the dorm, lounging in oversized shirts and socked feet. The rest of the members had gone out, and San had crashed on the couch beside you, drained after practice. You brought snacks—lazy comfort food—and a half-broken remote, flipping through dramas while he dozed off against your shoulder.

That was when you found the chocolate.

You’d seen it earlier in the kitchen, unwrapped and vaguely expensive-looking. No label. Just a rich, dark bar that smelled like sin. So naturally, you broke off a square and brought it back with you.

You didn’t know it was that kind of chocolate.

You didn’t know it had been bought by Wooyoung, of all people. As a joke. For couples.

You just thought it tasted...warm. Strangely warm.

San had one piece too—without even asking. Just took it from your fingers and popped it in his mouth.

And that’s when everything started to change.

The couch was too hot. Your skin too sensitive. And every time San shifted beside you, your entire body responded.

He kept stretching, arms above his head, shirt riding up to flash his toned stomach. You tried not to stare. You failed every time.

San looked... flushed.

His lashes fluttered, lips slightly parted as he exhaled deeply through his nose, fidgeting like he couldn’t get comfortable.

You could feel it happening—slowly—like a fever building beneath your skin. Every heartbeat thudded lower. Every brush of fabric against your body left you aching.

The tension was unbearable. Thick. Sweltering. Like the air itself was taunting you.

You squirmed in your seat, tugging your shirt lower, pretending not to notice how San was watching you now— Eyes dark, jaw tight, hands clenched in his lap.

“Y/N,” he said, voice rough. “Something’s… off.”

You nodded. Your voice caught. “Yeah. I know.”

Silence stretched.

You looked at him. He looked at you. Something inside you cracked.

-

Twenty minutes later, San had you straddling his lap, both of you panting like you’d run miles, mouths colliding in a desperate, messy kiss.

Everything after that happened fast. And then slow. And then fast again.

San’s hands were everywhere— Squeezing your hips, dragging you harder against him, grinding his heavy cock against your needy heat through layers of thin fabric.

He groaned into your mouth, hips jerking helplessly with each roll of your body.

"Baby," he gasped, voice breaking. "You’re making me crazy."

You whimpered, nails scraping his scalp as you kissed him deeper, sloppier, hips rutting down.

San tore your shorts down your legs without ceremony, eyes locked on the soaked mess between your thighs.

"All for me," he breathed reverently, dragging two fingers slowly through your folds. You cried out at the contact, body jolting.

"You’re perfect," he whispered, almost in awe, sliding his fingers inside you. Stretching you. Curling deep. His thumb brushed your clit in lazy, devastating circles.

You clung to him, whimpering, feeling yourself unravel with every shallow pump of his fingers.

“Need you, San, please—” you sobbed, mindless.

He kissed you again—messy, needy—grinding himself against you.

"Just the tip," he groaned, sliding the blunt head of his cock through your dripping folds. "Just a little, baby—"

You moaned at the tease, lifting your hips to meet him.

When he finally pushed inside, just barely breaching you—both of you moaned at the overwhelming heat.

"Fuck," San cursed, forehead dropping to yours. "You're so tight—"

You whined, rocking your hips, desperate for more. San’s control snapped like a rubber band.

With a broken sound, he slammed into you fully, driving you both into bliss.

You screamed, nails digging into his shoulders.

He held you still, fucking you deep and slow, feeling every inch of you around him, savoring the way you clung to him.

"You’re mine," he growled low in your ear, his hand sliding up to wrap lightly around your throat. Not tight. Just enough.

The way your walls fluttered around him had him cursing brokenly.

"So good, baby," he groaned. "Made for me."

You shattered with a sob— Clenching around him, body locking up as the orgasm ripped through you.

San barely held himself together, grinding through it, feeling you milk him for all he was worth.

With a guttural moan, he spilled deep inside you, hips stuttering helplessly.

Both of you collapsed against the couch, trembling, panting, wrecked.

But neither of you wanted to let go.

Not yet.

-

Later that afternoon, the dorm door slammed open.

“Y/N! San!” Wooyoung shouted. “WHERE’S MY DAMN CHOCOLATE?!”

You and San sat calmly on the couch. Showered. Dressed. Hair slightly damp, cheeks a little flushed, but innocent as ever.

“What chocolate?” you said sweetly.

Wooyoung stalked in, eyes narrowed.

“The special one. The one I left in the kitchen. The one I bought to sneak into Hongjoong’s snack drawer as a prank.”

San shrugged, yawning. “We ate it. Tasted weird.”

“Kinda bitter,” you added.

Wooyoung stared at you.

You stared back.

He looked between you. At the blanket folded neatly. At the faint smell of body lotion and laundry detergent masking something else entirely.

“...You assholes,” he muttered, groaning. “That shit was expensive. And it was supposed to be funny. Now I gotta go buy another.”

He turned and stormed off to his room, still grumbling.

You waited until the door slammed shut before collapsing against San’s shoulder in laughter.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he whispered against your ear, chuckling.

"So are you," you whispered back, grinning.

San smirked, letting his hand drift innocently across your thigh under the blanket.

“Round two?”

You bit your lip, smiling wider.

[byeolbitsky]

SAN for ELLE KOREA

[byeolbitsky]

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