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Between Rooms: Chapter 3 - Mingi

Title: Between Rooms Rating: 18+ NSFW (MDNI) Characters: Seunghwa , Female Reader/You Contains: public sex, deep throat, overstimulation, outdoor sex, rough sex Masterlist Previous Chapter - Next Chapter Synopsis: Eight men. One house. And you, right in the middle of it. What started as a lucky break, an affordable room in a cozy mansion, quickly turned into something else entirely. You didn’t expect to bond with them so easily. You definitely didn’t expect the tension. Or the teasing glances. Or the way they touched you when no one else was around.

You’d known Mingi for almost two years now, ever since you started working at the bar. Back then, most of your conversations were short. Quick exchanges during breaks or team gatherings. Nothing that really left the building.

Things shifted when you moved into the house and became roommates.

You started seeing him outside of work. Early mornings in the kitchen. Lazy afternoons in the living room. Quiet nights after long shifts. You’d leave for work together, come home together. He’d wait for you when you were running late. You’d bring him coffee without needing to be asked.

You also learned about his dancing. Every now and then, you joined his sessions. Messed around. Picked up a few things from him. It was always light. Always easy.

It didn’t start with anything deep. You worked together, lived together, got along. Simple. He was fun to be around, easy to joke with, and always knew how to read the room. But somewhere along the way, things stopped feeling so harmless.

Maybe it was the first time you saw him handle a drunk customer. Firm voice. Rough handling. No hesitation when he dragged the guy out by the arm like he weighed nothing. You hadn’t expected to find that hot. But you did. Way hotter than you should have.

After that, you started noticing other things. How he leaned in when he talked to you. How he stood close even when there was plenty of space. How his touches lasted just a little longer than they used to.

And the tongue thing. Always sticking it out to mock you when you teased him or called him out. And when you caught him doing it, he’d just smirk like he was waiting for you to say something.

One night, the two of you were sprawled out on the sofas in the upstairs family room, lazily passing time with the Nintendo Switch.

You let out a sigh, dropping your controller onto your stomach. “I’m boooored,” you whined, followed by a dramatic groan as you hung your head off the edge of the couch.

Mingi set his controller down and yawned. “Well, what do you wanna do?”

You shrugged, letting out a lazy hum. “I don’t know.”

The room fell quiet as you both sat in it, neither of you ready to get up, but also too restless to stay like this. Then Mingi spoke.

“Wanna go to the club? Heard there’s a good DJ in town tonight.”

You lifted your head, then pushed yourself upright with a stretch. “I’m down. Anything to get out of the house.”

A few minutes later, you both parted ways to your rooms to change.

You kept it simple, black ripped denim shorts, an olive green cropped tank with a few buttons undone, and just enough makeup to feel good. A bit of eyeliner and mascara, a hint of blush, and that strawberry gloss you liked because it tasted as good as it looked. After brushing down your hair, you headed downstairs and slipped on your black combat boots.

Mingi joined you soon after, pulling on his shoes. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt that clung to his frame and a pair of low-slung jeans. Silver rings covered his fingers, and layered chains rested against his collarbones.

You’d always thought jewelry really suited him. Especially when he wore it like that. Confident. Effortless. Like he knew exactly how good he looked. Truthfully, he looked good in just about anything. With his height at 6 feet and the way he was built, he could be a model. Everything sat right on him. Clean lines, fitted clothes, heavy chains, rings on every other finger. It all worked. Maybe too well. 

The two of you took an Uber into the city, the ride filled with lazy chatter and shared glances out the window. Once you were dropped off and made your way into the club, the first thing you did was head straight to the bar and take a shot together.

You danced the night away, sometimes with each other, sometimes with strangers, moving through the crowd, letting the music carry you. You had a few more drinks, the alcohol settling in just right, loosening your limbs and warming your blood. At one point, the two of you leaned against a wall, people-watching and making up dumb stories and assumptions about the strangers around you. It had you both laughing until your cheeks ached.

Eventually, you found your way back into the center of the packed dance floor. The lights flashed around you, the bass pulsing through your chest as you started moving again, letting the rhythm take over. Your body was loose, mind hazy in the best way, and you let yourself get lost in it.

You started dancing against Mingi, your hips rolling back into his as the beat slowed just enough to feel heavy. You didn’t miss the way his body responded, the way he stiffened behind you. That slight pressure made you smirk.

He turned you around, his hands finding your waist like it was second nature.

You moved together, the kind of motion that had your breath catching for no real reason. The music surrounded you, but your focus stayed on him.

Then you noticed it.

That damn tongue again.

He stuck it out just slightly, eyes half-lidded as he vibed with the music. Careless. Confident. Cocky. You let out a breath, scrunching your nose in irritation.

Without thinking, you pulled him down, mouth close to his ear.

“If you don't put that tongue away,” you said over the music, your voice firm and low, “there will be consequences.”

He gave a small shrug, leaning in to reply, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

When he pulled back, that smug grin was already on his face. Full of challenge. Full of trouble.

And he did it again.

Without thinking, almost on instinct, you grabbed his face and pulled him toward you. Your lips closed around his tongue, sucking on it without hesitation.

You felt Mingi smirk.

His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you in until your body was flush against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on as the kiss deepened. He pushed his tongue further into your mouth, moving with purpose, playing with yours, asserting himself without saying a word.

A quiet sigh escaped from your nose, your chest rising as heat surged through you. You tilted your head, pressed in closer, and slipped your tongue past his, giving it right back to him. The way he responded, hungry but measured, sent a pulse straight between your legs.

Eventually, Mingi pulled back, breath warm and heavy against your lips. His eyes searched yours for a second, something sharp and unreadable flashing in them.

Then he grinned.

“Is that what you meant by consequences?” he asked, voice low, smug.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile.

But his hands didn’t leave your waist.

And he didn’t step back.

Instead, he leaned in again, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Just know… once you’ve got me started, I won’t want to stop.”

You bit down on your lip, a smirk forming on your lips. 

“Who said I’m going to stop you?”

His fingers twitched against your waist. Without another word, he guided you back through the crowd, weaving between bodies until your back met one of the columns near the center of the dance floor.

He dipped his head, lips finding your neck. He kissed slowly at first, soft and warm, then let his mouth open slightly, sucking gently on your skin. The sensation sent a shudder straight down your spine, your thighs pressing together without thinking.

His mouth trailed up, kissing along your jaw before finding your lips again. This time the kiss was heated, deeper, messier. All tongue and breath and friction.

His hands moved lower, and he nudged your thighs apart with his knee, sliding it between your legs. The pressure hit you immediately, and you moaned into his mouth. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt as you began to grind against his thigh, chasing the friction, the music still pounding around you but fading into the background. 

He chuckled into the kiss as your hips rolled harder, your movements turning needy, desperate. His hands gripped your waist just a little tighter. Then he pulled back, breath warm as he leaned in to press a soft kiss against your ear.

“You want me that bad?”

You nodded, your breath shaky.

He smiled against your skin. “Show me what you want.”

When he pulled back to look at you, your eyes met his—dark, full of lust, locked in.

You dragged your hand down his chest, slowly, tracing the line of muscle beneath his shirt. You reached his waist, fingers sliding lower over the growing bulge straining against his jeans. You rubbed your palm over him in slow circles, teasing, watching for his reaction.

He was towering over you, broad shoulders shadowing your smaller frame. That look in his eyes, pure hunger, made your knees feel weak.

Your fingers made quick work of the button on his jeans, then tugged the zipper down with practiced ease. You slipped your hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, feeling how hard he already was in your hand.

Mingi exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes falling shut for a moment as your hand moved against him. The music thumped around you, but all you could focus on was the weight of him in your palm, the warmth radiating from his skin through your fingers.

His hips rolled forward slightly, chasing the friction. He looked back down at you with a heavy, half-lidded gaze.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice low enough to get lost under the bass. “You really don’t care where we are, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You just kept stroking him—slow, controlled, like you had all the time in the world.

Mingi’s hand slid down your back and over your ass, gripping it firmly before leaning in again, lips brushing over yours.

With your other hand still resting on his chest, you pulled him in closer and brought your mouth to his ear.

“I’m really hungry, Mingi. Can I have you?”

He let out a low, rough chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest.

“If you’re hungry, baby, then eat up.”

You smiled up at him before sinking into a squat, letting the column at your back support you as you lowered yourself down in front of him. You reached into his jeans, tugging his boxers down just enough to free him.

He was bigger than you expected.

Your tongue dragged across your lips at the sight of it, mouth already watering.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock and tilted it upward, then leaned in and let your tongue trail slowly along his balls. You took one into your mouth, sucking gently before releasing it with a soft pop.

Then you licked a slow stripe up his shaft, teasing the tip once you reached it. You felt his cock twitch in your hand.

Mingi let out a heavy sigh above you, eyes locked on the way your tongue moved against him. His hand slid into your hair, holding it back from your face, but didn’t push, just held, letting you do what you wanted.

You took him into your mouth slowly, lips wrapping around the head as you began to bob your head, shallow at first. The weight of him, the heat, the slight curve—it all filled your mouth just right.

You took him deeper with each motion, letting him slide past your lips inch by inch as you built your rhythm.

His breath hitched, hips shifting slightly forward.

“Fuck... just like that.”

At this point, you’d both forgotten about the crowd still dancing around you. You didn’t care if anyone saw. Everyone was lost in their own drunk haze, too caught up in flashing lights and heavy bass to notice anything beyond themselves.

You pulled your head back briefly to catch your breath, a thin line of spit still connecting you to his cock. Then you leaned back in, this time relaxing your throat as you slowly took him deeper. Inch by inch, you worked forward until there was nothing left to take.

Mingi let out a low growl, his chest vibrating with the sound. His grip in your hair tightened, the other hand bracing against the column behind you to keep himself steady.

You moved your head in a slow, steady rhythm, your tongue pressed up along the underside of his cock. His fingers twitched in your hair as he fought to keep still, resisting the urge to take control.

But you could feel it. The tension in his body. The way his hips flexed slightly forward. You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

So you let out a low hum around his cock, the vibration deliberate and slow. You paused your motion, tongue still pressed to him, and looked up, waiting.

His eyes dropped to meet yours, and he cursed under his breath. You saw the moment he gave in.

Without warning, he shoved your head forward, and you gagged softly around him. But you didn’t stop. You liked it. You wanted more.

He held you there for a beat before his hips began to move, slow at first, then a little deeper. Controlled. Intentional.

You let out muffled moans around his cock, your throat stretched as you took him deeper. Your body was buzzing, your core pulsing with need. You were soaked, desperate to be touched, but all you could focus on was how good he felt against your tongue, how badly you wanted to make him come.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, your makeup likely a mess by now, eyeliner smudged, mascara running. But you didn’t care. You looked ruined, and it only made you want more.

His thrusts picked up, growing rougher. Not painful, but urgent. You could feel it in the way his hips snapped forward, the low groan vibrating in his chest. He was close.

You gripped his thighs tighter, moaning softly around him, giving him permission without saying a word. Begging for it.

That was all he needed.

He let out a harsh breath and held your head in place, hips jerking forward as he spilled into your throat. You swallowed without hesitation, keeping eye contact until the last twitch of his release faded.

He pulled out slowly, a few final drops trailing across your tongue before he tucked himself back into his jeans, breath still uneven.

Without saying a word, he leaned down and lifted you to your feet with ease, his hands firm around your waist. Your legs wobbled slightly, but he held you steady. Then his thumbs came up to your face, brushing the tear tracks from your cheeks, smudging your ruined makeup just a little more.

“You look fucking wrecked,” he murmured, eyes dark as he took you in.

But his thumbs didn’t stop moving.

And neither did the heat in his gaze.

He leaned in again, lips brushing over your ear, his voice low and thick with need.

“I’m not done with you.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your wrist and started moving. You followed without question, still dazed and aching from what just happened. He pushed past the crowd, dragging you through the pulsing lights and thumping bass, straight toward the back exit.

The heavy door creaked open, and a rush of cool night air hit your skin. The alley behind the club was dim, the only light coming from an overhead bulb and the occasional orange glow from the street beyond.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, Mingi spun you around and shoved you back against the wall, his mouth crashing onto yours. 

His fingers worked quickly to undo your shorts, tugging them open before slipping his hand inside and past the waistband of your panties. Two fingers dipped between your folds, and he let out a low, satisfied chuckle.

“Damn, baby... you’re soaking wet.”

His forehead rested against yours, fingers moving slowly as he coated them with your slick. Then he shifted higher, finding your clit with practiced ease. He rubbed slow, teasing circles around it, watching you start to squirm under his touch.

He pressed harder, drawing tighter, more deliberate circles against your swollen clit. Your hips bucked forward into his hand, another moan spilling from your lips.

“Mingi—” you whimpered.

He licked his bottom lip, dark eyes locked on you. With his free hand, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. Half-lidded, intense, waiting.

“Say my name again.”

His voice dropped deeper, and your body shivered at the sound.

Before you could answer, he slid two fingers inside of you, slow and thick, curling as he began to pump them. You gasped sharply, clinging to his bicep as your knees nearly gave out.

“Fuck... Mingi, that feels so good—”

His fingers picked up speed, thrusting harder, deeper.

“Again.”

“M-Mingi…” you moaned, voice breaking as your head fell back against the cold brick wall. Your eyes fluttered shut.

“Open your eyes,” he growled. “Don’t look away. I want to watch you break.”

You opened your eyes, your gaze locking with his again as he towered over you. His fingers interlaced with yours, and then he lifted your arm above your head, pinning it to the wall. He didn’t break eye contact once.

The movement of his fingers intensified, curling up and dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot. The sound of your wetness filled the alley, obscene and raw. Your legs trembled, your hips twitching with every stroke. You tried to keep your eyes on his, but it was too much. Your mouth parted in a silent moan as your release snapped through you, body jerking.

You came hard, soaking his hand, your slick squirting against your shorts and skin.

Your head dropped back, eyes rolling as a broken moan tore from your throat.

“Jesus Christ,” Mingi groaned, holding you steady against the wall, eyes fixed on the way your body reacted. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He pulled his fingers from you slowly, smirking as your arousal dripped down his hand. As you struggled to catch your breath, you watched him casually bring his fingers to his lips and lick them clean, savoring it like dessert.

“Sweet,” he said. “Just like you.”

Your cheeks flushed.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much—”

“Nonsense,” he cut in. “No such thing as enjoying a beautiful woman too much.”

Then he pulled you in again, spun you around, and pressed you forward against the wall.

With one quick motion, he yanked your shorts and panties down to your thighs. You heard the zip of his jeans behind you, then felt his grip tighten at your hip. A second later, his cock slid between your folds, slow and deliberate, coating himself in everything you’d just given him.

You gasped at the pressure, your body still pulsing.

His chest pressed to your back, his breath warm against your neck.

“Think you can take more?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

Mingi raised a brow, leaning back just enough to grab his cock, guiding the tip to your entrance.

“Think I won’t?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, feel the cockiness in the way his fingers dug into your hips.

He pushed in slowly, the stretch making your breath catch. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he sank into you, inch by inch, feeling your heat wrap around him.

“Fuck, Mingi, you’re so damn big,” you whimpered, one hand bracing against the wall as your body adjusted.

“And you’re so fucking tight.”

His hips started to move—slow, controlled. He let you feel all of him. He wanted you to feel it. Wanted to make you wait.

But you were still sensitive from your last orgasm, every stroke making your knees shake. The slow pace was torture.

“God, Mingi,” you gasped, “you don’t have to be gentle. Just fuck me.”

He chuckled low in his throat, and instead of speeding up, he slowed down even more. Deliberate. Cruel.

He loved this, watching you squirm, hearing the need in your voice. Watching you fall apart just from wanting it.

You pushed your hips back, trying to chase his thrusts, a needy whine spilling from your lips.

“Fuck, Mingi,” you cried out, “please. Please just fuck me. I need it. I need you to fuck me, Mingi.”

He let out a hum, then gripped your hips tighter.

“Since you’re asking so nicely...”

He slammed into you hard and deep, knocking a loud moan straight from your throat. His rhythm picked up fast, each thrust sharper, heavier, pushing you forward against the wall.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the alley, every thrust sending shockwaves through your entire body.

Mingi kept pounding into you, every thrust deep enough to knock the breath from your lungs. His grip on your hips was bruising now, pulling you back to meet each snap of his hips like he owned your body.

And right now, he did.

“Listen to you,” he growled, voice rough against your ear. “Moaning like a fucking whore. You want the whole block to hear how good you take dick?”

You whimpered something, but it was lost in another broken moan as he slammed into you harder.

“Use your words,” he snapped, one hand moving up to wrap around the back of your neck, pushing you slightly forward so your cheek grazed the cool brick. “You want them to know how wet this pussy gets for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Yes, Mingi—fuck, yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He didn’t slow down. He fucked you harder, rougher, dragging sounds out of you you didn’t even know you could make. The slick noise of your soaked cunt echoed beneath his deep groans and your constant moaning.

“You’re dripping all over me,” he hissed. “Fucking messy little thing.”

You couldn’t even answer. Your body was on fire, legs trembling, vision swimming. His cock hit that spot inside you over and over, and your walls clenched tight, so close to breaking again.

“You gonna come again?” he growled against your ear. “You gonna cream all over my cock like a desperate little slut?”

You moaned his name, choking on the words, your body already giving him the answer.

You couldn’t hold it anymore. Your body was unraveling, clenching around him so tight it made him hiss through his teeth. Your thighs shook as your orgasm tore through you again, even harder than the last, messier, louder, everything blurring together as your legs nearly gave out beneath you.

But Mingi didn’t stop.

He grunted, driving his hips forward with even more force, pushing through the spasms of your release like he wanted to fuck the next one out of you too.

“Still cumming?” he growled. “Pathetic. You’re so fucking sensitive and you’re still taking it.”

You tried to answer, but your voice caught in your throat, too wrecked to speak. Your body jerked with each thrust, overstimulated, slick dripping down your thighs, but he held you steady, one arm locked around your waist, the other gripping your hair tight.

Your pussy kept clenching, involuntary, trying to force him out, but he only groaned louder.

“Fucking hell—”

His rhythm grew erratic, the pace losing precision but gaining force. You could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you, the way his grip tightened as his release built fast.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he gritted out, voice low and rough. “You’re gonna walk back inside leaking all over your fucking thighs.”

You whimpered something that might’ve been his name, maybe just a plea.

Then he slammed into you one last time, buried deep, and let out a deep, guttural moan as he came hard—hot, thick pulses spilling inside you. He didn’t move. Just stayed there, buried in you, chest rising and falling against your back as he caught his breath.

And you?

You were shaking. Used. Ruined.

Exactly how he wanted you.

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Through the Storm Master List

Title: Through the Storm Genre: Angst, Romance Cast: Song Mingi, Choi Jongho, Fem!OC TW: Death, Trauma, Hints at violence, explosions/fires Synopsis: After a tragic accident tears her world apart, 24 year-old Areum is left with the heavy responsibility of raising her teenage brother, Jongho. Once a bright, soft-spoken student with dreams of becoming a cancer researcher, Areum now juggles graduate school, a demanding internship at a military lab, a part-time job, and the weight of a fractured family. But no matter how hard she tries, Jongho only seems to drift further away. He was angry, closed-off, and caught in his own silent storm of grief. Then she meets Mingi, a soldier with a quiet strength and scars of his own. Their connection is hesitant at first, built through long hours in the lab and quiet conversations over shared coffee. But as the two slowly grow closer, Areum finds herself caught between holding her life together and letting herself feel again.

Also being posted on AO3, Asianfanfics and Wattpad.

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Handle With Care: San One-shot (Edited/Re-upload)

Title: Handle with Care Rating: 18+ NSFW Characters: San, fem!OC Contains: Long sex, light choking, deep throat, power play, teasing Word Count: 11523 (its a bit long ik) Summary: When Lia, a playful and confident nurse assistant, crosses paths with San, a charming K-pop idol sidelined by an injury, sparks fly instantly. What starts as harmless teasing quickly escalates into a flirty, electric connection neither of them can resist. Between stolen glances, steamy moments, and an undeniable pull, Lia and San discover that sometimes the best kind of trouble is the kind you don’t want to walk away from. Authors Note: I had posted this before but realized the beginning dragged on too long so I did some heavy editing and now I'm re-uploading, please let me know what you think!

Lia stretched her arms over her head, trying to shake off the stiffness already creeping into her back. It was only a few hours into her night shift, and she could already feel the ache settling in.

She was double-checking her last patient’s vitals when her phone buzzed. A quick glance at the screen showed a text from her friend Sarah.

Sarah: Girl, you're going viral! 60K views already :o

Lia smiled to herself, slipping the phone back into her pocket. She’d check it properly later. For now it was just something good to look forward to during the long hours ahead.

"Hey, Lia!" one of the nurses called out from the station. "New admit coming in, VIP. Korean idol. Hurt his ankle during their concert."

Korean Idol? 

Lia perked up a little, adjusting her badge as she grabbed the vitals machine.

"Any idea who?" she asked casually, trying not to sound nosy. She tried to think of who could be doing a tour right now.

The nurse shrugged. "Not sure. He’s under an alias for privacy. You'll find out."

Lia made her way down the hall, mentally prepping herself. Most VIPs were chill but some could be a handful. Hopefully, this guy was not an asshole.

She knocked lightly and pushed open the door, freezing for half a second.

Sitting on the hospital bed was a man who looked unreal. Tousled dark hair. Sculpted arms. A relaxed posture that somehow made the hospital gown look like part of a fashion shoot. His head lifted as she walked in, dark eyes locking onto hers.

And when he smiled, full dimples. Warm eyes that crinkled at the corners. 

Lia swallowed her momentary shock and smiled professionally. "Hi, I’m Lia. I’ll be your nurse assistant tonight."

The man’s lips curved. His voice was smooth, low, slightly accented.

"Nice to meet you, Lia. I’m San."

She busied herself grabbing the pressure cuff, trying to stay focused as she wrapped it around his muscular arm. It didn’t help that up close he smelled great, whatever cologne he was wearing, he made a great choice.

"You look familiar," San said, tilting his head slightly as he studied her.

Lia's fingers fumbled just for a second before she recovered. "I don't think so," she said, keeping her tone light. "I mean, unless you’re either secretly a tiktok-er or a frequent flier at this hospital."

He chuckled.

"I’m more of a singer," he said. "But now I’m curious."

Lia smiled as she pressed the start button on the vitals machine, feeling it hum to life.

"They told me you’re a K-pop idol," she said, eyes flicking back to his chart, "but I’ll be honest, I don’t recognize you."

San gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "That hurts."

"Sorry," Lia teased, lips curving. "If it helps, I’m a huge GOT7 and NCT fan."

San let out a mock sigh, shaking his head. "Not Ateez?"

She laughed. "I know of Ateez. I just haven’t had the chance to look into you yet."

He pouted, an actual full-on pout, and it was so stupidly cute that Lia had to bite her cheek to keep from smiling too hard.

"Wow," San said, voice teasing. "Injured, humiliated, and now unrecognized. Worst night ever."

She rolled her eyes. "Dramatic."

"You’re not wrong."

There was a pause where their eyes caught and lingered a second longer than necessary. It was small. Barely a moment. But it was there.

Clearing her throat, she stepped back, glancing down at her work phone. "Okay, your vitals look good. Anything you need before I head out?"

San tilted his head, gaze lazily traveling over her in a way that made her skin tingle.

"No," he said, voice soft but sure. "I'm good. For now."

There was something about the way he said it that sent a shiver down her back.

As she walked out of the room, she could feel his gaze lingering on her back.

And she definitely didn’t hate it.

◆ ◆ ◆

San lounged back against the hospital pillows, scrolling aimlessly through different apps on his phone with nothing better to do.

His mind wasn’t really on the videos though. It kept drifting to Lia.

The way she smiled, the way she bit her lip when she laughed, the little glances she kept stealing when she thought he wasn’t looking.

He shook his head, grinning to himself.

Maybe it was the painkillers. Maybe it was the hospital gown making him feel reckless. But fuck, she was cute.

The door swung open and Wooyoung burst dramatically into the room.

"San! My baby, oh how I’ve missed you!" he cried, throwing himself at San dramatically. San let out a breathless laugh as Wooyoung clung onto him like a koala.

"I’ve only been gone a few hours," San teased, patting his back.

"Yeah, well, it felt like forever," Wooyoung sighed, flopping into the chair beside the bed. "How’s the ankle?"

"Fine," San said, waving it off. "I just have to rest a couple days. No heavy dancing. Maybe sing my parts on stage if they let me."

Wooyoung made a dramatic crying sound into his hands. "Our main dancer benched...it’s a national tragedy."

San chuckled, relaxing back against the pillows. His mind started wandering to Lia, again. 

The way her hands had wrapped around his arm while checking his blood pressure. The soft brush of her fingertips against his skin.

He didn’t even realize he was smiling until Wooyoung squinted at him suspiciously.

"What are you grinning about?"

San shrugged casually. "Nothing."

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. "You’re hiding something."

San debated for a second, then leaned in a little. "By the way..." His voice dropped, almost conspiratorial.

"I have a really cute nurse assistant."

Wooyoung sat up straighter immediately. "Cute, huh? How cute?"

San’s lips curled into a smirk. "Long, silky dark hair...cat-like brown eyes...plump pink lips you can't stop staring at..." His tongue swiped over his bottom lip unconsciously.

Wooyoung let out a low whistle. "Damn, you're down bad already?"

San laughed under his breath. "You have no idea."

Wooyoung elbowed him. "You should call her in. Let me see if you’re exaggerating."

San shook his head immediately. "Nah. That’s weird."

He paused.

"...even though I kinda want to."

Wooyoung’s grin widened. "See? You are whipped already."

San just smiled, a soft kind of fondness tugging at his lips and maybe a hint of hunger in his eyes too.

Wooyoung leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Come on. Let’s at least go for a walk and accidentally run into her."

San thought about it. He was bored sitting in the room anyway.

"Alright," he said finally. "Let’s go."

San leaned heavily against Wooyoung as they walked slowly down the hall, keeping the weight off his ankle.

As they neared the nurses' station, San's eyes immediately found her.

She was leaning casually over the counter, laughing at something one of the nurses said. Her pony tail swayed as she laughed.

The sight of her relaxed smile, the curve of her waist as she shifted her hips. He subconsciously swiped his tongue over his bottom lip.

"There," San whispered under his breath, nodding toward her.

Wooyoung followed his gaze, eyes widening.

"That’s her? Damn," he breathed. "She’s hot and she’s got a nice ass!"

His voice was a little too loud.

San immediately smacked the back of Wooyoung’s head, hissing, “Shut up!”

Wooyoung rubbed his head, pouting. “What? She doesn’t understand Korean!”

Oh, how wrong he was.

San grimaced as he watched Lia straighten up, her posture shifting. Her smile faded into something sharper, amused, but clearly unimpressed.

She turned and started walking toward them, her hips swaying naturally, her expression composed but definitely intimidating.

San swallowed. Wooyoung shrank beside him like a scolded puppy.

As Lia reached them, she crossed her arms over her chest, the movement pulling San’s attention again to how good she looked.

He had no business enjoying being told off this much.

"You two need to quiet down," Lia said firmly, arching a brow. "People are trying to sleep. It’s almost midnight."

Her tone left no room for argument, confident, no-nonsense, and fuck, if it didn’t just make San want to push and tease her to see how far she’d take it.

"And," she added, glancing pointedly at San, "aren’t you supposed to be resting that ankle? You’re not supposed to be wandering the halls playing tour guide."

San’s lips twitched into a smile he couldn’t hold back. He loved the way she scolded him, like she wasn’t even a little intimidated that he was a celebrity.

“Busted,” Wooyoung mumbled under his breath in English, trying not to laugh, but failing.

Lia’s gaze slid briefly to Wooyoung, then back to San, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

There was a sparkle there, teasing. Testing.

San caught it and smirked.

"Sorry," he said, hands up in mock surrender. 

Lia shook her head, but there was a slight smile tugging at her lips now too.

"Don’t make me call security on you."

"I’m wounded," San said dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "After everything we’ve been through."

"You’ve known me for two hours," Lia deadpanned, but her lips twitched upward.

"And it’s been the best two hours of my life," San said without missing a beat, flashing her a grin that made her cheeks threaten to pinken.

Lia bit down on her lip to hold back a laugh, then turned with a shake of her head, heading back toward the station.

As she walked away, San and Wooyoung both stood there watching her for a second too long.

Wooyoung whistled low. "You’re fucked."

San’s smirk deepened. "Yeah. I know."

◆ ◆ ◆

San was lying in his bed scrolling through TikTok after Wooyoung had left. He didn’t have anything better to do. That’s when he came across a video of a girl doing an NCT dance cover. He had seen this same video earlier in the day but this time he paused because he immediately recognized the girl as Lia, his nurse assistant. “I knew I recognized her from somewhere.” 

He watched a couple more of her dance videos, appreciating her skills and the complete control she had of her own body when she danced. He put his phone down in his lap and grabbed the call light, pressing the button. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Yes, can you please send Lia in here?” 

“Yes, Sir one moment.” 

A couple minutes later he heard a knock on the door, he looked up at Lia as she opened the door and walked in. “Well that was fast,” He adjusted himself on the bed to sit up. “Yeah I wasn’t busy so here I am, what’d you need?” Lia asked as she closed the door behind her. 

“So I figured out where I’ve seen you before.” 

Lia tilted her head, brows furrowed in confusion then she remembered earlier when he told her that she looked familiar. 

“Oh, I’m going to be honest, I thought you were just trying to flirt when you said that.”

San let out a small laugh “ Oh no! I wasn’t flirting- I mean, not that I wouldn’t flirt with you-” 

“Oh so you don’t think I’m pretty? What a shame,” she sighed dramatically, looking down at the floor, pretending to sulk. 

San fell for the act, immediately feeling guilty.

“Oh no no! That’s not what I mean, I would definitely flirt with you, you’re very beautiful!”

Lia let out a small giggle, lips forming into a grin “I was teasing you, dumby,” San felt his face turn red from embarrassment. He had to admit that she got him good. 

“So, where have you seen me before?”

San pulled the device up and turned the screen toward her, showing her TikTok profile.

"I saw this earlier when Mark reposted it."

Lia’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing instantly. She covered her mouth in embarrassment. "Oh my god."

He scrolled to another video. "You’re really good," he said, his voice lower now. "You move like you own the floor. Like nobody else exists."

Lia blinked at him, flustered by how sincere he sounded.

It wasn't just a line. He meant it.

Lia didn’t expect to be fed so many compliments, she covered her face as she felt herself blushing harder. She didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t used to being praised so much. 

She was used to it when it came from her friend since all she did was hype her up all the time. But this was different. Not only was a famous idol, but he was a great dancer as well.

When he saw her blushing he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she looked. “So cute.”

Lia lowered her hands and gave him a playful glare, trying to recover her cool. “Of course I’m cute, and of course I know how to dance. I went to classes for it and I dance whenever I have the free time. And I’m confident to say I can probably throw it back better than you.”

San shrugged with a small smirk, his voice a touch deeper now. “I mean... I’m not not saying that.”

She laughed, the tension was now easing down as she regained her composure and confidence. “Also, I do hope to become a choreographer someday, so it’s nice to know I’m leaving an impression.”

“Trust me, you are.” San held her gaze for a moment, then leaned back into his pillows. “Do you ever teach classes or anything?”

“Not yet. I post online mostly, sometimes I’ll post tutorial videos, but maybe someday. If you need a few tips let me know, maybe I can teach you a few things. If you can keep up that is.” She teased.

That cocky little edge in her voice made him grin. “Oh? You think I can’t?”

“I don’t know... can you?”

San’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Is that a challenge?”

“It might be,” she replied with a shrug, biting down on her lip. Dancing was definitely not what was going through her mind though.  “If you ever wanna test it out, I’m just a text away.”

The air between them shifted just slightly.

He sat up a little more, unlocking his phone screen and opening up to the dial up page on the phone app. “Alright then. Give me your number. You know, for... dance purposes.” He said, handing her his phone. 

Lia arched her brow. “Oh, of course. Strictly professional.” She took his phone and typed in her number, giving herself a ring so she could save his number on her own phone before handing it back to him. 

“Obviously,” he teased, putting his phone down.

◆ ◆ ◆

It was around 7:30 a.m when San heard a knock on his door. 

He let out a soft groan, shifting his bed before opening one eye to take a peak at who was entering his room. 

A lady carrying a meal tray greeted him “Good Morning, sorry for waking you, your breakfast is here,” she set down the tray on his table then left the room. 

San stretched in the bed, a grunt leaving his lips as he did. 

He sat up on the bed, reaching over to the bedside table, unplugging his phone from the charger. 

Seeing as he had a few new text messages he unlocked his phone. He had a few messages from his members but the one that caught his eye was from Lia. A small smile appeared on his lips. 

He immediately tapped on the message. 

Lia: Hey sleeping beauty, you should probably keep down your snoring, you’re causing earthquakes out here.

Lia: I’m staying over a couple hours from some overtime, also you’ll be getting discharged soon so I’ll be here just in case you need help getting out of here in one piece ;). 

San let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. He put his phone down and pulled his table closer to himself and began digging into his breakfast. 

When Lia walked into the room she didn’t realize he would topless. He had taken off the gown before bed since it was uncomfortable for him. 

She let out a small exaggerated gasp, hiding her eyes behind her hands, but still peeking through her fingers. 

“Oh my, your titties are out.”

San laughed and flexed his chest. “Why? Does it bother you?” 

Lia lowered her hands slowly, an exaggerated hum leaving her lips.

"Hmm... no, I don’t mind. Nothing I haven’t seen before."

San gave her a look, one brow arching in amusement.

"You sure about that?" His tone dipped just enough to make it sound like a challenge.

Lia smirked, walking over to grab his breakfast tray. "You wish, pretty boy."

She stuck her tongue out playfully before glancing over her shoulder.

"I’ll be back in a few to help you get your stuff packed. Try not to flash the rest of the hospital in the meantime, yeah?"

San watched her leave, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest.

Man, she’s trouble.

And he couldn’t wait to see what she’d do next.

◆ ◆ ◆

Lia returned a few minutes later, balancing a stack of towels, shampoo, and some toiletries in her arms.

San was already sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting patiently — or pretending to.

“Okay, let’s get that bandage off your ankle,” Lia said, setting the supplies down neatly at the foot of the bed.

She crouched down in front of him, lifting his foot gently onto her thigh.

To Lia, it was routine, just another task.

But to San?

It was pure torture.

The second her hands brushed against his skin, a slow, heated wave rushed up his body. Her fingers were careful, precise, but so soft  and her face was so close to his thighs he could smell the faint scent of her shampoo.

He gritted his teeth, trying not to react, but images flooded his mind way too easily: her on her knees for very, very different reasons.

His cock twitched under the blanket.

He cursed quietly under his breath and mumbled in Korean without thinking

"Shit… you’re seriously driving me crazy."

Lia’s head tilted slightly at his words, not enough to be obvious, but she definitely heard him. 

And she definitely understood him.

A small smirk threatened at the corners of her mouth, but she forced herself to stay focused.

After all, he had no idea she could understand Korean. Which meant he didn’t realize he just handed her full permission to tease him.

She unwrapped the last layer of the bandage and set it aside carefully, but stayed exactly where she was, crouched between his legs, looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

Her lips curled into the softest, most deceptively sweet smile.

“I’m sorry,” she said, voice dripping with fake innocence, “I didn’t mean to drive you crazy.”

San blinked down at her, momentarily short-circuiting.

"It's oka—" He stopped mid-sentence, realization dawning on his face.

Wait.

What did she just say?

He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. “Hold on... you understood what I said?”

Lia only smiled wider, coy and unbothered.

“Mhm,” she hummed, tilting her head playfully. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Before he could fully process that, her fingertips grazed up his knees, featherlight, sending a fresh shiver straight through him.

“And I heard what your friend said too,” she added, her voice soft but loaded with heat.

“When you were both checking me out.”

San flushed instantly, his ears turning red.

He opened his mouth, probably to apologize, or to deny it, but Lia was already standing, brushing imaginary dust off her hands like it was nothing.

“We’ll call it even,” she teased over her shoulder.

“You drool over me a little, I drive you crazy a little. Fair trade, right?”

San just sat there, still shirtless, still half-hard under the blanket, stunned by the dominance she was exuding.

God, she was dangerous.

San regained his composure.

That sudden switch in her energy flipped something in him too, something competitive, hungry.

He was very interested in where this was going to go.

“Let’s get you into that shower,” she said sweetly.

San pushed himself up from the bed, smirking to himself.

◆ ◆ ◆

San had pressed the call light in the shower to get help back to his bed.

Now, he wasn’t wearing anything but a towel slung dangerously low around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin, tracing slow paths down his sculpted torso.

He may have “accidentally” forgotten to tell Lia to bring his clothes from his bag earlier when she dropped off the towels.

And he didn’t exactly feel guilty about it.

When Lia stepped into the bathroom, she froze for half a second.

San was standing there, chest bare, towel riding low on his hips, wet hair messy and falling into his eyes.

Her gaze locked onto his chest, abs, arms, and for a second, she forgot how to breathe.

Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth before she could stop herself.

God, she thought. I just want my hands all over him.

San noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed.

A lazy, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Like what you see?” he teased, his voice low and smug.

Lia blinked, snapping herself out of it, rolling her eyes at him, but the blush rising up her face gave her away.

"Please," she said, stepping toward him. "You couldn't manage to put clothes on?"

He shrugged, unapologetic, as she looped an arm around his waist to steady him.  "Forgot them," he said simply. "Bag’s by the bed."

As they took their first step toward the door, San suddenly stumbled, much harder than necessary.

Out of pure reflex, Lia wrapped both arms tightly around him to catch him, stumbling back with him. Her spine hit the cool tile wall with a soft thud, pinned between the hard surface and San’s dripping body.

His palms slapped onto the wall, caging her in. The heat of him was overwhelming, all solid muscle, warm skin, and the fresh, clean scent of soap still clinging to him.

Lia looked up at him, wide-eyed, still holding onto his waist. Her breath caught at how close their faces were now, barely a few inches apart.

"You okay?!" she gasped, trying to sound composed.

San glanced down at her through half-lidded eyes, his expression far too smug. The glint in his eye told her everything.

He wasn’t sorry. Not even a little bit.

“I’m good, baby," he said, his voice a low purr. "And you?”

The word baby rolled off his tongue so smoothly it sent a shiver down her spine. Lia’s heart pounded against her chest. She pushed against his chest lightly, trying to create space, but not really trying that hard.

“How about we get you dressed, hmm?" she said, ignoring the heat rushing through her veins. "Before you catch a cold or cause another accident."

San chuckled quietly but let her lead him out, still dripping, still half-naked, still giving her that devastating grin.

And Lia?

She was barely holding it together. And this night was only getting started.

◆ ◆ ◆

Lia guided San carefully back to his bed, her arm snug around his waist. He was still dripping slightly from the shower, water clinging to his skin and it took everything in her not to let her hand roam over him under the excuse of "helping."

San wasn’t making it easy either. He leaned into her just a little more than necessary, his bare chest brushing against her side every few steps, the heat of him bleeding through the towel.

“Careful,” Lia murmured, trying to keep her voice steady as she helped him lower onto the mattress. San chuckled low in his throat. “You’re pretty strong, you know that?”

Lia shot him a playful look. “Maybe you’re just not as heavy as you think.”

His grin widened, boyish and teasing. But the way his gaze swept over her, slow, lingering, made it clear he was already thinking about other ways she could handle him.

Before anything more could be said, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Lia called, quickly stepping back.

The door swung open, and Wooyoung burst in, followed by another man, shorter, sharp-eyed, and immediately more composed. The leader vibe was unmistakable.

Lia smiled politely. “Hi. You must be San’s friends?”

"Yup!" Wooyoung chirped, immediately grinning wide. "I'm Wooyoung, we met last night, and this is Hongjoong, our leader."

Hongjoong gave a small, amused bow. “Nice to meet you. Thanks for taking care of him.”

“No problem,” Lia said warmly, already gathering the discharge papers. "Though he’s not exactly the easiest patient."

San gave her a mock-offended look but didn’t deny it.

Lia moved toward him again, crouching to strap the ankle brace onto his foot. Her hands worked efficiently, but her touch was still gentle.

“You’re all set,” she said, straightening. “Just remember, minimal walking, lots of rest, and absolutely no being a stubborn pain in my ass."

Wooyoung snickered loudly. "Good luck with that."

San smirked, his gaze glued to her the whole time. God, he loved when she bossed him around, it was becoming a problem.

Lia leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough for San, and unfortunately Wooyoung, to hear.

“Oh and make sure you call me if you need any help…” She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I’m very good at taking care of bad patients."

Wooyoung gaped dramatically. "Sannie, what’s going on here huh? What’d I miss?"

San chuckled under his breath, barely managing to school his expression.

Hongjoong shook his head, amused. “Alright, let's get you out of here before you embarrass yourself more.”

As Lia packed up the last of her supplies, she turned to Wooyoung and added sweetly, in fluent Korean "And Wooyoung-ssi, it’s very rude to stare at a woman’s ass. Just letting you know."

Wooyoung froze.

Hongjoong froze.

San bit down on a laugh.

"You–you speak Korean?!" Wooyoung stammered, his whole face flushing beet red.

"Mhm," Lia said innocently.

Hongjoong was confused but would later ask San for an explanation.

Lia smiled and waved at the boys as she left the room “I have to clock out and get some sleep, take care.”

◆ ◆ ◆

San’s ride back to the hotel was spent entirely texting back and forth with Lia. It was a lot of flirting and teasing. Lots of teasing. Before heading to sleep and telling him goodnight, she decided to send him a very spicy image of herself standing in front of the mirror with nothing but her towel after her shower. Her wet hair framing her face beautifully, her breasts barely being held back by the towel as it hugged her frame perfectly, showing off her every curve. 

He had a hard time getting her off his mind. Her photo would pop into his head every now and then but he was with his members and couldn’t do anything about it. It drove him crazy. All he could think about was tearing that towel off and discovering how she tasted, every inch, every curve, every sound she’d make under him. He wanted to bend her over every surface in sight. 

Later that night while he was watching a movie with his members, Wooyoung, Mingi and Hongjoong, San subconsciously grabbed his phone and opened up her messages. He stared at her photo longer than he intended to. 

“Damn, San, she’s hot as fuck!” San flinched and locked his phone screen instantly “You scared the shit out of me Wooyoung.”

Mingi and Hongjoong’s attention was immediately turned to the two now as they made their way onto the bed next to San “We wanna see too, you got a new girlfriend?” Mingi grabbed San’s phone but snatched it back from him.

“Ohhh…is it the girl from the hospital?” Hongjoong smirked at him. 

“Maybe…”

“I want to see what she looks like! Wooyoung kept talking about how hot she was the other night.”

“I’m not showing you the picture, Mingi, she sent it for my eyes and my eyes only.”

“So…when are you guys gonna fuck?”

Hongjoong smacked Wooyoung in the back of the head “Don’t ask inappropriate and personal questions like that Wooyoung.”

Hongjoong faced San again “So are you guys going to fuck or nah?”

Wooyoung looked bewildered. “You just told me not to ask and you go and do this?! I got hit for nothing?” 

“I’m the Captain,” Hongjoong grinned. 

“Well?” Mingi didn’t blink, waiting for an answer.

San sighed, fingers brushing through his hair.

His eyes met with Hongjoong’s. 

“Tonight. I’m kicking you guys out, you’re gonna hang out next door with the others before she gets here.” 

“Damn, never thought I’d get kicked out by San.” Wooyoung dramatically sighed. 

“Do you have condoms?” Hongjoong asked.

“No, can you go grab me some? Maybe get us some drinks, wine maybe?”

“Ooooh, we’re setting up the mood too?” Hongjoong quickly grabbed his wallet, dragging Mingi with him to the door to go with him. 

Meanwhile San began sending a text to Lia.

San: Hey Miss Nurse Assistant, I want to take you up on your offer, I need you to come take care of me…

1 hour later…

Lia: Anything for my patient <3 Just tell me when and where

San: Now, at this address <attached address> 

Lia bit her lip at how straight forward he was. She decided to play into his dominance for a little bit.

Lia: Yes, Sir…any specific uniform you want me coming in?

San smirked.

San: Nothing too fancy just in case it gets…damaged…

Lia: Got it, I’ll be there before you know it. 

Lia was instructed to meet Wooyoung by the hotel gym so she did. Wooyoung was there in a black hoodie, hood over his head. Lia herself wasn’t wearing anything crazy, just a pair of white track shorts and loose pink cropped T-shirt with her long hair tied up in a ponytail, her bangs framing her face. 

He led her up to the room San was waiting for her in. Wooyoung smiled at her and unlocked the door, opening it wide for her before gesturing towards the room “After you my lady.” Lia bows her head at him and steps inside, Wooyoung closes the door behind her “I’ll leave you two to it.” She can hear his chuckle as the door shut completely. 

“He didn’t have to be so weird about it,” she muttered under her breath as she slipped off her shoes and set her duffle bag down, shaking her head with a small smile.

“I’m in here.”

She studied the room. It was a suite with a king sized bed and queen bed and in a corner there was a small mini kitchen and on the other side there was a sofa chair and a couch, where San was sitting. He was wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweats. Greeting her with a bright smile. She of course smiled back and made her way to him going in for a hug. 

“You came pretty quick.”

“Yeah there wasn’t any traffic and you weren’t far.”

She sat down on the chair across from him. He gestured towards the bottle of peach flavored Stella Rosa on the coffee table. “Wine?”

“Ooh, yes please, that’s my favorite.”

“Good.” He opened the bottle, pouring two glasses of wine and handing her one. 

They clinked their glasses before taking a sip. After a little bit of chatting and a few sips of wine, when there was a moment of silence San took a moment to appreciate how good she looked even when wearing something as simple as track shorts and crop top. His eyes moved down to her thick thighs, tongue swiping at his bottom lip as he appreciated them. He could tell she worked out. 

Lia noticed him basically dressing her down with his eyes. A smirk played on her lips.

“So,” she broke the silence, leaning back against the chair, her arms crossed under her chest while still carefully holding onto her glass so as to not spill her drink. She then crossed one leg over the other.

“Since I’m here to take care of you, you should tell me what you need, you know…so I know how to help.”

The soft and smiley San was now gone. His facial expression changed along with his entire aura. Something more intense. He raised a brow, the corner of his lip moving into a smirk. 

He leaned back against the sofa, gesturing with his finger for her to come to him.

“First, why don’t you come and show me how you would take care of me?” His voice was deeper now and his tone was authoritative. 

Lia felt tingle up her spine. She loved how he wasn’t hesitant to show his dominance. But Lia was stubborn, you could say she was a bit of a brat. She wanted to see how far she could push him, if he would let her dominate her, or more like if she could take control of the dynamic. She wanted to hear him whimper and beg just as much as she wanted to get on her knees for him. 

She stood up and took the last sip of her wine, though she didn’t swallow. 

San’s eyes followed every movement she made, the tension in his body growing with every second she stayed silent.

She placed down the glass and continued to move towards him. He could feel the heat between them thickening. His jaw clenched, fingers twitching slightly against the arms of the chair. God, he wanted to grab her, pull her into his lap and devour her right there. But he waited.

Her gaze locked with his, smug and steady. Slowly, teasingly, she climbed into his lap, straddling him with calculated ease. Her hands glided up his chest, fingertips grazing every curve of muscle, until one rested on his shoulder and the other gently cupped his face.

San’s breath hitched.

His eyes never left hers for a moment as he anticipated what she had planned. Her thumb was now slowly swiping over his bottom lip as she brought her face close. His lips parted. 

Her lips hovered over his for a moment before letting the wine spill into his mouth from between her lips. San was surprised for a moment, not expecting to have a liquid pouring into his mouth. He swallowed the wine, a short deep chuckle leaving his throat. She smiled, her lips still hovering over his.

His lips moved forward to press up against hers but she pulled back slightly. He raised a brow and went forward again but she once again pulled away, letting out a soft giggle. He quickly realized she was teasing him. 

Of course, how could he forget that she’s a tease? 

He gripped onto her waist, giving her a firm yet gentle squeeze, tugging her in closer against his own body. “You need to stop playing around so much,” his eyes darkened. 

“No no,” she smirked, shifting in his lap, finger resting at his chin as she lifted his head up “you invited me to take care of you, and you asked me to show you how I’d do it,” she leaned her face closer to his ear, speaking softly yet firmly, making sure to set the tone of who’s in control now. 

“So be a good boy and let me show you, baby.” 

That flipped a switch in San. Just those words alone coming from her lips made San decide back down from his fight for control over her and let her take control. He was curious where this would go. 

“Yes, Ma’am…” 

She let out a giggle, pulling back to take a good look at his face. His eyes changed. They were less on edge, much…softer. 

“Good boy.”

She felt his cock twitch beneath her. She cupped his face, hooking a thumb on his bottom lip guiding him to open his mouth for her. 

“Let me see that tongue of yours,” without hesitation, San let his tongue slip out of his mouth for her. She grabbed his tongue with her fingers, her thumb rubbing against it “you’re such a good listener, Sannie,” her ego was definitely boosted. She was proud of herself, after all she won. She let go of his tongue but was quick to grab it between her lips.

She sucked on it for a moment before pushing past his tongue with her own, and into his mouth. Her tongue began exploring, their tongues swirling and dancing against each other. She gripped onto the front of his shirt, her hips now moving against his. His hips of course responded, moving up against her.

Her lips parted from his and began to kiss down his jawline to the nape of his neck where she gently sucked on being careful to not leave a mark. San let out a soft moan. 

Her lips parted from his neck, leaving a trail of warm breath as she pulled back, just enough to look into his eyes. She cupped his face again, gently running her thumb across his flushed cheek.

“You sound so pretty when you moan for me, baby,” she purred, dragging her lips just barely across his. “But don’t get too comfortable… I’m not done playing with you yet.”

Her hands slid down his chest, nails grazing lightly through the fabric of his shirt, feeling every ridge of muscle beneath. She stopped at the hem, toying with it, lifting it an inch, then letting it fall again. The tease in her eyes was dangerous.

“You want me to take this off?” she asked, voice low, sultry. San nodded eagerly.

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” he breathed. “Please… take it off.”

She smiled when he begged, pressing a soft kiss to his ear. 

“That’s what I like to hear, you’re being so good, baby.”

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. He lifted up his arms to allow her to get it off more smoothly. She tossed his shirt to the floor before taking a moment to appreciate his muscles. She bit down onto her bottom lip at the sight of it, fingers tracing down his chest and over his abs. 

“I wonder if you’re as strong as these muscles make you look…” she teased, dragging her nails ever so lightly down his torso again, stopping just above the waistband of his sweats.

San let out a quiet breath, watching her, his jaw tight.

Lia smirked. She could tell she was driving him crazy, and she wasn’t done yet. She leaned in, brushed her lips against his, and whispered, “You’re being so well-behaved… starting to wonder if maybe you like being told what to do.”

San’s brow twitched. That little edge in her voice. Cocky, bratty. It hit a nerve.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw again, sweet and slow, but then she suddenly tugged at the drawstring of his sweats, giving it a quick playful snap and biting her lip. “Or maybe…” she purred, “you just don’t know how to handle me.”

That was it.

Before she could pull back, San’s hand shot up to grab her wrist.

“You think I don’t know how to handle you?” he said, his voice low and dangerous now, his gaze darker than before.

Lia blinked, her breath hitching. The look in his eyes made her stomach flip.

In one swift movement, San stood up, flipping their positions effortlessly and pressing her back into the couch. His body hovered over hers now, muscles flexed, his hands gripping the armrest behind her as he caged her in.

“You’ve had your fun, baby,” he growled softly, his face close to hers. “But you just made a mistake.”

Lia swallowed, chest rising and falling a little faster. “What mistake?”

He smirked, leaning down until his lips were barely an inch from hers.

“Thinking I’d let a pretty little brat like you stay in control.”

Then his mouth was on hers, kissing her with intensity..This was hungry. Dominant. His hands slid down her thighs, gripping them firmly as he pulled her hips flush against his.

Lia melted beneath him. He definitely knew how to take control. Seems like she wasn’t the only one playing games. He was holding back the entire time. 

This made her excited.

She wrapped her leg around him and rolled her hips against his but he quickly pushed her hips down, firmly holding down. His lips parting from hers. 

“I was trying to be good for you,” he growled softly, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her thigh, spreading her open just enough to remind her who was in charge now. “But you clearly want me to ruin that sweet little attitude of yours.”

Her face was flushed red, she felt her core pulsating. 

God, he’s so fucking hot.

“Oops…?” She bit down on her lip, a playful look in her eyes. 

“Oops?” He raised a brow. 

She grinned playfully, tongue sticking out from between her teeth slightly. 

“That’s not how someone takes responsibility and apologizes, princess,” he placed his knee between her thighs, pressing it up against her warmth. A hand reached up under her cropped tee and underneath the wire of her bra. He groped her breast, giving a squeeze before taking the nipple between his fingers, giving it a pinch. 

A small squeak escaping her lips. 

“That was cute, but I didn’t hear an apology.”

He pinched again but this time a little harder. 

She covered her mouth instinctively, muffling her moan. She mumbled a quiet “sorry”.

He grabbed her hand tugging it away from her face, pinning it down above her head before giving her nipple another pinch. 

“I couldn’t hear you, Princess, what’d you say?”

She squirmed underneath him. “I-I’m sorry, Sir,” her eyes glazed over with lust. He smirked at the sight of her. He knew he was completely in control now. She was all his to take. 

“Good girl.” 

Lowering his head, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and began kissing down her flesh. 

“You don’t mind if I mark you, right?” He mumbled against her warm skin.

“You can mark me all you want.”

He didn’t hesitate to act upon her green light. His lips latched onto her skin, tongue dancing against it as he sucked on the skin. Another moan escaped her lips, hips arching up against his thigh that was between hers. She began to rub herself against him. He let out a small but deep chuckle as he felt her get desperate for him. He could feel her breath grow heavier as her chest rose up and down. 

His lips pulled away from her neck, a trail of saliva leaving his lips. He licked it off her neck as he gripped on her top, lifting up off of her and tossing it to the ground, his hand then snaking in beneath her back, feeling for the clasp on her bra before unhooking with one swift move. 

Lia pushed the bra off of herself, letting it fall to the ground. 

“Gorgeous.” San commented. His lips were now trailing slow kisses from her collarbones down to the center of her chest then over one of her breasts. He sucked on it long enough to leave a mark before moving to her nipple to give it some attention. 

Lia bit down on her lip as another moan escaped from her “San…” 

His tongue flicked against her bud “Hmm?” He hummed, sucking a little harder as his hand found its way to her other breasts to give it a squeeze. 

She grabbed his other hand and led it down into her track shorts and over her hot wet core, pressing it against her panties so he could feel how wet she was for him. 

San smirked. 

He swiped his tongue over her nipple one more time before parting his lips from it. He hovered his face over hers. 

“My baby girl is so wet for me,” he hummed, fingers gently, teasingly rubbing her. She locked her eyes with his, basically pleading for more with them as she let out a whimper

He chuckled, knowing the look in her eyes all too well. He pushed her panties to the side before sliding his middle finger between her slits, rubbing against her wet juices “What does my baby girl want me to do, hm? Tell me.” He gently grazed his finger over her clit, teasing her. 

Another whimper escaped from her. 

“Stop teasing and fuck me with your fingers,” she huffed, hips squirming in eagerness. 

His brow raised “Are you asking me, or telling me?” His voice deepened, his hand finding its way around her neck gently squeezing to test the waters. Her eyes became playful again, a coy smirk forming on her lips when she felt his hand around her neck. 

“Telling you.”

He gives a slightly tighter squeeze as a warning. “I don’t think I heard you right, can you repeat that?”

“I was telling you, to fuck my pussy with you-” She was cut off when he squeezed around her neck harder. She let out a gasp followed by a moan, eyes rolling to the back of her head. 

“Mm…” he kissed her ear and let out a growl “We say please and thank you around here, Princess,” he pressed a soft kiss on her ear “understand?”. She nodded, barely squeezing out the words “Yes, Sir.” 

He loosened his grip around her neck. 

“Now.”

He gazed into her eyes. “What were you saying?”

“P-please, Sir, please fuck me with your fingers-” She begged. 

“Good girl.”

He slipped two fingers into her, pumping them in and out of her, the pace increasing when he heard her whimpers. 

He caressed her face with his free hand, thumb playing at her lips “Mm, look at you looking all pretty for me, squirming and making cute little noises, all for me,” his eyes didn’t leave hers, half lidded, full of hunger for him. “Just a cute little horny mess for me, look at you, it’s almost pathetic.” A softly chuckled, sliding his thumb into her mouth. 

Her lips latched onto his thumb and she began sucking on it. “Good girl.”

His fingers began moving with more intensity inside of her, you could hear how wet she was. His fingers curled forward, finding her sweet spot, triggering a series of moans from her as he repeatedly hit her spot. She grabbed onto the pillow behind her head gripping onto it hard, her back arching up . 

He abruptly stopped, pulling his fingers out of her. “You can’t come yet.” He licked and sucked his fingers clean with a hum “So sweet…” her cheeks flushed. 

He pressed his lips against hers in a deep kiss, tongues dancing against each other. Without breaking the kiss he slides an arm beneath her lower back, pulling her to sit up. 

His lips parted from hers “On the floor, on your knees.”

As she moved off the sofa, finding a position on the floor, San also fixed himself on the sofa, sitting in front of her with his legs spread out, a tent was formed in his sweats. Lia positioned herself between his legs, her eyes falling to his bulge. Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip before she bit down on it. She looked up at him with big eyes, pleading silently for his next command. 

His head tilted as his eyes met with hers, brow raised, smirk forming at the corner of his lips. 

“Hungry?” 

She nodded her head “Can I, Please?” 

San pushed his pants and boxers down just low enough to free his hard throbbing cock. He gives a nod, gesturing towards his cock. 

“Eat up.”

Lia’s eyes broke away from his, appreciating the sight of him for a moment. 

Her fingers wrapped around his girth, slowly stroking him. The way he was just so damn hard for her gave her a bit of ego boost. She leaned forward, looking back up at him “You’re so hard for me, I must really drive you crazy huh?” She let out a giggle as she let her tongue start teasing the tip. 

He didn’t respond this time, just gave her a stern look with his brow raised. That’s all he needed to do. She understood not to tease him more. For now.

Her lips wrapped around his tip, sucking on it for a bit before lowering her head, taking him deeper into her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down,  the hand still wrapped around him stroking him more. He let out a low, husky sigh. 

“Atta girl…” 

His arms rested up on the head of the sofa as he watched her enjoy herself. 

She pulled her head back, looking up at him with a small smirk “wanna see what I can do?” 

San looked at her curiously. He hummed in response. 

“I promise I won’t disappoint you.” 

She took his length back into her mouth, slowly lowering her head, taking in his entire length deep into her throat until there was no more to take in. She paused there and let out a “how’s that?” hum. 

San cursed under his breath. His hand found its way to the top of her head, resting against it. 

 When she got her answer through his reaction she began to bob her head up and down again, tongue moving against him. But it wasn’t enough for San. He wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers. He knew she could take it, after all she showed him she could. 

He grabbed her by her ponytail and pushed her head down, holding it in place. His hips began thrusting up as he fucked her throat. She let out soft hums and moans against his cock, only gagging a little as a couple of tears streamed down her face. She loved the rough treatment though, it only excited her more. She slipped her hand down her panties, pleasuring herself. 

The sounds she was making pushed San to an edge, a deep growl emitting from his throat. 

“Fuck, Lia, you’re such a fucking whore, taking my cock like that…” 

She let out a hum in response, squirming at his words. He gave a few more thrusts into her throat but slowed down and stopped when he felt himself get closer to his climax. He didn’t want to finish just yet. 

He pulled her head up and caressed her face, wiping her tears away with his thumb. 

“You doing okay, princess?” 

She nodded her head and he smiled at her “Good. You did so good.” He praised. 

He got up on his feet, taking the rest of what he was wearing off. “Follow me,” before she could stand he shook his head “on all fours.” 

She bit down on her lip, putting her palms to the floor and followed his lead behind him. He was so into his head space he couldn’t feel the pain in his ankle. It was completely out of his mind. Once they reached the mini kitchen area he grabbed a bottle of water. He was feeling parched and he was sure she was too. 

He drank from the bottle before turning to her. She was sitting patiently on the floor on her knees, hands in lap. He brought the tip of the bottle to her lip. “Drink.” 

She nodded and did as told. 

He put the bottle up on the counter before extending a hand to her. She took his hand and stood up as he lifted her, his arm smoothly snaking around her waist pulling her flush against his body, his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. His lips pressed hard against hers as he began to devour her sweet lips. Her arms loosely wrapped around his neck. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become so heated and sloppy. 

“Take your shorts and panties off,” he said between kisses “and then bend over the counter for me.”  Lia let out a playfully hum as if she was thinking about it.

“What if I don’t, what’re you gonna do about it?” he felt her smirking in the kiss. 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that and give you a chance to say something else.”

She pulled her face back to look up at him. Tilting her head she let out another hum “Hmm…make me.” His eyes darkened. 

Bending her over the counter, he pulled down her shorts along with her panties, letting them drop to the floor. His hand gently ran over her ass before lifting his hand and giving it a firm smack. She let out a cute yelp, jumping up slightly.

“You really like to push my buttons, don’t you?” he landed another one and she bit down on her lip. 

“Are you going to be good now?” She didn’t answer. It was in her nature to be a little defiant, bratty. He landed another smack on her ass, this time a little harder.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl. Now spread your legs open, I want to see that wet pussy of yours.”

Lia did as told. She spread her legs apart for him, still leaning forward against the counter. San lowered himself to the ground, hands gripping onto her thighs. His tongue slid between her folds, finding its way to her clit. She whimpered in response, pursing her lips together. He teased her and sucked on her nub a little longer before guiding his tongue to her entrance. He spread her open with his fingers, pushing his tongue deep inside her. Letting out a hum as he tasted her sweet juices.  

“Your tongue feels so good inside me…” She whined.

His tongue moved inside her, exploring her warm, wet cavern. He soon replaced his tongue with his fingers. Slowly sliding them into her, but soon picking up the pace in his movements. She moaned, clutching onto the edge of the counter. He pressed a few kisses against her thigh before sucking on one spot. Fingers moving rougher inside of her. Her legs were now shaking as more lewd moans escaped her lips. 

“Fuck, San, I’m gonna cum.” 

San looked at the mark he left on her thigh, smiling proudly at himself. “Then cum for me.” 

He curled his fingers against her walls, fingers moving more intensely. Her hips jolted forward, a much louder moan emitting from her lips as she reached her climax. San gave a low chuckle.

“You’re so loud, Princess, my members can hear you next door if you’re not careful.” He pulled out his fingers and brought them to her lips for her to taste herself. “Oh? What if I want them to hear me? Hear how good you can fuck me…” She took his fingers between her lips, sucking his fingers clean. 

“Hmm…you know what, baby? Be as loud as you want.” He positioned himself behind her, rubbing his cock against her wet pussy. San liked the way she was thinking. He liked the idea of them being heard. It’s not like the boys didn’t already know what was going on. 

San held onto her waist and pushed his length deep inside of her. Her walls quickly adjusted to him. He didn’t move though. 

“Fuck yourself, baby, use my cock like it’s your toy.”

Lia obeyed and started moving her hips back and forth against him, her breathing growing heavier as she let out small whimpers. San looked down at her smirking as he watched her fuck herself with his cock. “Mm, look at you, you just came for me and you still want more?” Lia let out a small whine in response. 

“Can’t help it…you’re so fucking hot,” her movements became more desperate for him “and god, you feel so good inside me.” 

He wrapped her ponytail around his hand, gripping onto her hair, pulling her head back towards him as he firmly gripped onto her hips. He dipped his face down and pressed his lips against hers into a sloppy kiss as he began thrusting his own hips into her. She rested her hands against the edge of the counter, keeping herself pushed back to not fall forward and break the kiss. 

She became noisier and louder. The noises she was making emitted a deep groan from San. They both soon broke the kiss to catch their breaths. San let go of her hair and she fell forward against the counter. San was now holding her hips with both his hands as he slowed down his movements. He pulled himself back, leaving just the tip in before thrusting hard and deep inside of her. 

“F-Fuck!” she yelped, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. He repeated the motion a few more times, each thrust deliberate, relentless, then picked up the pace again, hips snapping against her.

“Fuck, fuck- San, I’m gonna cum again-” He could feel her walls tightening around him, pulsing with need.

But he didn’t stop. He chased it, kept thrusting through her high, his name falling from her lips in broken gasps as her second climax hit hard. Her thighs trembled. Her body arched into him.

Only then did he pull out, breath ragged, his cock slick and twitching.

He wrapped a hand around himself and stroked, slow at first, then faster, chasing his own release. His eyes stayed locked on her, on the curve of her spine, the way her body still trembled from the aftershocks.

With a deep, guttural moan, he came. Thick, hot streams spilling across the small of her back, marking her with every pulse of pleasure.

For a moment, all he could do was breathe. Then, reaching over to the counter, he grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped her down. His touch gentle.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

Lia turned around to face him, leaning back against the counter. They were both catching their breaths, their bangs sticking to their foreheads from the sweat. “Are you tired already?” She teased, poking at his chest. 

He raised brow “I have a lot of stamina and energy, I don’t tire easily.” He smirked. 

“What about you? Giving up already?” 

Lia returned the smirk “Absolutely not,” her arms snaked around his neck “I want you to fuck me in every corner of this room, San, and I want to make sure your friends here me scream your name.” San gripped tightly onto her waist. 

Fuck she was so hot. So horny.  

“Are your members in the room over on that side… or this side?” she asked, gesturing toward the two opposite walls.

San nodded toward the one where the beds were pressed up. “That side.”

A devilish grin spread across her lips. She took his hand in hers and guided him toward the opposite end of the room, where the sounds would echo less. Her back hit the wall just beside the bed, and she pulled him in.

Arms wrapped around his neck, she whispered, breath hot against his lips, “Let’s show them who’s whore I am tonight.”

San let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding down to grip her waist. “I like the way you think.”

He kissed her, slow and deep, letting the heat build again between their lips. When she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, he didn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, he hoisted her up, her back pressed to the wall, both legs now clinging to him.

As he pushed himself into her again, slow and deliberate, she let out a lewd moan, her body still overstimulated from her last release. Her head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, and San groaned into her neck as he kissed and licked the soft skin there.

Their moans filled the room, along with the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting. Her slick coated his cock with every thrust, making it all the more intense.

Eventually, San carried her over to the bed, setting her down gently before crawling over her, ready to take her again, but Lia had other plans.

Before he could do anything else, she pushed him down onto his back, straddling him in one smooth, confident motion.

A smirk tugged at her lips. 

A low chuckle rumbled from San’s chest, his hands sliding up to grip her thighs as her hips rocked back and forth, her slick heat grinding against his cock, coating him with every pass. 

“You’ve been doing all the work, it’s my turn to make you feel good.” Lifting herself up, she guided his length to her entrance, slowly lowering herself down on him until it was deep inside of her. A groan escaped from San as he felt her warmth wrap around him once more. 

Hands resting at his chest, her hips began moving back and forth. San light a breathy moan, eyes closing as his head tilted back. 

“That’s it baby, just like that,” his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

His hands slid up from her thighs, gliding over the soft curves of her hips, then up the line of her waist until his palms were resting across her stomach and ribs. He moved slowly, savoring the feel of her skin. 

When his hands reached her chest, he cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Her breath hitched at the contact, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she kept grinding against him.

His gaze dropped to the places he’d marked her earlier, hickeys blooming on the soft swell of her breast and scattered along her neck. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, pride flickering in his eyes at the sight of his work. 

“You look so good with my mouth all over you,” he murmured, rolling his thumbs over her nipples again. “I love seeing you like this.”

Lia kept the pace steady, rolling her hips with purpose, letting the full length of him drag inside her with each slow grind. She watched his face, the way his jaw clenched, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting with every moan.

She shifted her position, lifting herself up just enough to adjust her stance, planting her feet flat on the mattress as she settled into a deep squat over him. 

San caught on instantly, lifting his knees so she could reach back and brace her hands against them for support.

Their eyes locked, his wide with anticipation, hers dark with intent.

Then she started to move, slow at first, her body rising and sinking, her slick warmth swallowing him deeper with every drop of her hips.

San groaned beneath her, his hands sliding up to grip her waist as her pace began to build. Her thighs flexed, movements turning into a steady bounce, the sound of skin meeting skin getting louder, wetter, filthier.

Her moans grew louder, the way his cock hit deep with every drop driving her wild. It was one of her favorite positions, because of that exact feeling.

“Fuck…” he breathed, watching her ride him with hungry eyes, his hands tightening their grip on her as if anchoring himself to the moment.

San's eyes darkened as he watched her ride him, her body bouncing beautifully, her moans growing louder with every drop. But he wanted more, needed more.

In one swift motion, he sat up, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. Lia barely had time to catch her breath before he started thrusting up into her, hard.

“Ah- San!” she yelped, her nails digging into his shoulders as the sudden intensity stole the air from her lungs.

He gritted his teeth, his hands holding on tight to her waist, holding her in place as he pounded into her from below. The sound of their bodies meeting was loud and wet, echoing through the room along with her desperate cries.

“F-fuck, San-!” she moaned, head falling back as pleasure surged through her in waves. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. “Say my name again,” he growled into her neck. She gasped, clinging onto him. “San, oh my god- please don’t stop!”

San kept thrusting up into her, rough and deep, his grip on her tightening with every snap of his hips. She could barely breathe, every movement hit her just right, sending electric shocks through her core.

“San-fuck, I’m so close,” she cried, her body trembling against him. “Don’t stop. Please.”

His pace faltered for just a second as he groaned into her shoulder, his breath ragged. “Lia… I’m close too, fuck I need to pull out-”

She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her, eyes wild with need.

“No,” she gasped, grinding down hard on him. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill. Cum inside me, baby. I want to feel it. Please.”

That broke him.

San’s hips slammed up into her harder, faster, chasing that final high. Her walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, tighter, until he was cursing her name and burying himself inside as he came, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.

Lia gasped at the feeling, the warmth of his release triggering her own, her body shaking as her climax ripped through her.

They stayed there for a moment, bodies tangled, skin slick, their breath the only sound between them. Lia’s face buried against the crook of his neck. They both tried to steady their breathing.

San's arms loosened, but he didn’t let go. He pressed gentle kisses along her shoulder.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice low and warm.

Lia gave a lazy little nod as she pulled her face back resting her forehead against his, still catching her breath. “More than okay,” she whispered, her lips brushing his.

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lip. No urgency this time. Then another, longer one.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked quietly, his thumb brushing over the small of her back.

She giggled, nuzzling into his neck. “You’re sweet for asking…but no. You wrecked me- in the best way.”

San chuckled, a little smug, but his touch stayed gentle as he rubbed slow circles against her back.

After a moment, Lia pulled back just slightly and looked down between them. “I’m definitely leaking,” she said with a playful scrunch of her nose.

San glanced down and laughed softly. “You said you wanted to feel it.”

“I did.” She kissed his jaw.

He ran his fingers up her spine, then gave her hips a squeeze. 

“Let’s get you washed up then, hmm?”

She nodded, climbing off of him. 

After the shower, Lia walked over to her duffle bag, opening it to take out a change of clothes and look for her keys. San came up from behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he peeked into her bag. 

“You don’t want to sleep over?”

Her head turned toward him. “Well I don’t want to keep your friends out of the room or be too much of an inconvenience.”

“You won’t be, we already talked about it, they’re okay with you staying if you’re comfortable with it, Wooyoung can sleep on the couch anyway.” 

“I guess I’ll stay then.” She gave him a smile.

San smiled and gave her waist a light squeeze, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Good,” he said. “Didn’t really feel like letting you go.”

Lia turned in his arms, raising a brow. “Yeah? You just wanted someone to warm the bed, didn’t you?”

San smirked. “That too.”

She shook her head with a soft laugh and stepped over to her duffle bag, digging through it for a moment before sighing. “I didn’t bring anything comfortable for sleeping in.”

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You can borrow a shirt.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he said, already moving toward his suitcase. “I’ve got plenty. You want one that smells like me or one that doesn’t?”

Lia gave him a look. “You did not just ask that.” Her eyes rolled as she slipped into a clean pair of underwear.

San grinned and tossed her a soft, oversized black tee. “It’s clean. Might be a little long on you, though.”

“Perfect,” she said, already pulling it over her head. It hung past her shorts like a dress, sleeves swallowing her arms a bit.

“Looks better on you,” he mumbled, not really meaning to say it out loud.

She caught it but didn’t comment, just gave him a faint smile before slipping into the bed. San climbed in beside her, texting his members that they could come back whenever before tossing the blanket over both of them. The two snuggled up into each other.

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Through the Storm: Chapter Two

Title: Through the Storm Genre: Angst, Romance Cast: Song Mingi, Choi Jongho, Fem!OC TW: Death, Trauma, Hints at violence, explosions/fires Masterlist Previous Chapter --- Next Chapter Synopsis: After a tragic accident tears her world apart, 24 year-old Areum is left with the heavy responsibility of raising her teenage brother, Jongho. Once a bright, soft-spoken student with dreams of becoming a cancer researcher, Areum now juggles graduate school, a demanding internship at a military lab, a part-time job, and the weight of a fractured family. But no matter how hard she tries, Jongho only seems to drift further away. He was angry, closed-off, and caught in his own silent storm of grief. Then she meets Mingi, a soldier with a quiet strength and scars of his own. Their connection is hesitant at first, built through long hours in the lab and quiet conversations over shared coffee. But as the two slowly grow closer, Areum finds herself caught between holding her life together and letting herself feel again.

The wind was crisp that morning, brushing against Areum’s cheeks like a distant whisper. The sky above Seoul was pale, stretched in a cool blue that hinted at the changing season. Early spring hadn't fully arrived, bare branches still reached toward the sky like quiet silhouettes, and patches of frost clung stubbornly to shaded corners of the cemetery path. A few early blossoms had begun to peek through the earth, brave and delicate, reminding her that life kept moving forward even after devastation. The air smelled clean, almost sharp, carrying the scent of damp earth and something faintly floral. It was the kind of morning that made silence feel louder.

Areum approached the black headstone where her parents' remains were placed. She placed down the white chrysanthemums before stepping back. She held her hands in front of her and lowered her head, closing her eyes and taking in the air around her. 

“Hi Mom and Dad, I’m sorry for not visiting more often, I’ve been busy. I got into grad school! I know you guys were looking forward to that, and I also landed an internship with the military research lab!” She gave them a forced smile, trying her best to hold back her tears. 

“I’ve been doing my best to take care of Jongho as well, why didn’t you guys tell me parenting would be so hard?” That was her attempt at a joke to lighten up the mood, more so for herself.

But then she let out a deep sigh “Jongho… he’s not the same without you guys. It’s like I don’t even know who he is anymore,” her voice trembled, no longer steady. “He barely talks to me about anything. He’s been slacking off in school… causing trouble…” Her breaths grew shallower. “I don’t know what to do anymore, he just keeps making me worry, especially when he skips class or comes home late–”

A tear ran down her cheek, wiping it with her hand she continued venting to her late parents. 

“I’m scared, I’m scared of losing him completely, I can’t lose him too I wouldn’t know what to do, this is so hard, it’s so hard, I’m so tired, so so tired…”

“Why did you guys leave us?” Her voice cracked, the memory of that fire burning behind her eyes, the smoke, the screams, the way the world collapsed in a single breath.

Her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground in front of the headstone, sobs ripping from her throat—loud, raw, and uncontained. Her body trembled as she cried, the ache of grief pouring out of her in a way she hadn’t allowed in a long time.

Minutes passed, maybe longer, before the storm inside her began to still. She sat there in silence, her tear-streaked face turned toward the earth, breathing in shaky pulls of cold air until her shoulders stopped shaking.

Eventually, she wiped her face with the sleeve of her coat and pushed herself back up on unsteady legs. Her eyes were puffy and red, but there was something steadier in her expression now. A heaviness still clung to her, but she had said what she needed to.

She stepped forward, gently brushing her fingertips across the chrysanthemums she had laid down, then bowed deeply to the headstone. “Goodbye, Mom… Dad,” she whispered.

And with that, she turned and walked away, her figure slowly retreating down the frost-dusted path, leaving behind silence and memory.

Jongho stopped in his tracks the moment he spotted his sister at their parents’ grave. He hadn’t expected her to still be there. Quietly, he ducked behind a tree, instinctively hiding when he saw her shoulders shaking.

She was crying.

A lump formed in his throat as he watched her—alone, vulnerable, trying to carry the weight of the world on her own. It broke something in him. He had always known she was struggling, but seeing it laid bare like this... it hit differently.

He wanted to go to her, to say something—anything. But his feet wouldn’t move. The truth was, he wasn’t ready to face her. Not like this. Not when he felt like he was barely holding himself together. If he stepped out now, he might fall apart too. And he didn’t want her to see that.

So, he stayed hidden in silence, the cold bark of the tree pressed against his back, waiting until her footsteps faded from the cemetery path.

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The baristas behind the counter perked up the moment the tall man walked through the café doors. He’d been there before, a quiet, polite regular, but they still whispered about him every time he left. He had the kind of well-built figure that made heads turn, effortlessly pulling off a laid-back look. Today, he wore a black bomber jacket over a soft cream colored shirt with bold lettering, paired with faded jeans and clean white sneakers. A few silver rings glinted on his fingers, and layered necklaces peeked out from under his shirt, adding just enough edge to his calm, confident vibe. 

The barista calmly took his order trying her best to not blush too hard. 

“Mingi, right? For the name…”

“Oh, you remember me?” A bright smile formed on his face. 

The barista nodded and couldn’t help giggling a little when she saw his heart warming smile. 

After Mingi paid, he waited by the pick-up counter, casually scanning the café. His gaze swept over the decorations and quiet tables until it landed on a familiar face. Areum. She was seated near the back, partially turned away, but he recognized her instantly.

He was about to call out to her, just a light “hey” but paused when he caught the subtle puffiness around her eyes. She looked like she’d been crying, her expression quiet and withdrawn.

Something in his chest stirred, an uneasy mix of concern and protectiveness. He didn’t know her well enough to interfere, but that didn’t stop the instinct from flaring. He hated seeing people hurt. And for some reason, seeing her like that made it feel personal.

“Mingi!” 

He broke his gaze, turning towards the counter as he heard his name being called by the barista. He smiled and thanked her, grabbing the cup from her. He turned back toward the cafe, deciding to make his way towards Areum. He felt like she could use some company. 

“Areum! Hey, fancy seeing you here.”

Areum’s head turned as she heard a familiar deep toned voice. It was Mingi from the lab.

“Oh, Staff Sergeant Song!” Mingi let out a low chuckle. 

“Didn’t I tell you you don’t need to keep calling me that? You’re not a soldier, you’re safe, just call me Mingi.” 

“Sorry, will do,” Areum took a quick look at his outfit, she wasn’t used to seeing him out of uniform and a lab coat. He was already handsome in his uniform, but seeing him in something more casual and stylish gave a different type of charm to him. It made her blush just a bit. 

“Do you mind some company?” 

Areum shook her head “Not at all, I could use a break from all these assignments,” she shut her laptop and put her focus on Mingi as he sat down across from her. 

“It’s so weird seeing you out of uniform, you have the day off?” 

“I know, a bit of a downgrade from the uniform, huh?” Mingi joked with a light laugh, his tone easy and self-aware. “Guess I clean up alright though, right?” He dusted off the invisible dust from his shoulder before answering her question. “Yeah, just been running a few errands all morning, now I get to relax for the rest of the day, what about you, day off?” 

Leaning back against the chair he took a sip from his coffee, he watched as she pursed her lips. 

“Well, yeah, got permission from the lab and school…it’s my parents 1 year death anniversary–” 

Her voice dipped at the end, quieter now.

Mingi blinked, his posture shifting slightly forward. “I’m sorry,” he said, tone gentler now. “I didn’t know you lost your parents.”

Giving him a nod she bit down on her lip, she didn’t intend to bring the mood down all of a sudden by bringing up her parents. She started nervously fiddling with the sleeve of her black hoodie. 

Mingi noticed, but didn’t push. He let a moment of silence pass before speaking again, his voice low and steady.

“I lost my mom when I was in high school,” he said softly, eyes on the cup in his hands. “It’s… not the same, I know. But I remember what that kind of loss feels like.”

Then, glancing up at her, he added, “You don’t have to talk about it. Just… I get it. And I’m really glad you gave yourself today to slow down a little.”

Her eyes met his and she gave him a small smile “Yeah, it’s pretty hard I won’t lie, it was all just very…sudden, but I think my brother is taking it harder than I am.”

He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. Allowing himself to settle into the moment of silence before deciding to lighten the mood a bit.

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better,” Mingi said with a small grin, “I looked worse after watching the last episode of The Glory. Total wreck. No judgment here.”

It took a second for the joke to sink in but as soon as she got it she gave a small laugh, rolling her eyes. 

Just as the tension began to ease between them, Mingi’s wrist buzzed with a soft vibration. He glanced down at his watch and let out a low groan. “Of course,” he muttered. “I have to meet up with a friend– completely forgot.”

He stood, brushing nonexistent crumbs off his jeans before flashing her a slightly apologetic smile.

“You gonna be okay here?”

Areum nodded, the corners of her mouth lifting into a small, more genuine smile than before.

“Yeah. Thanks for sitting with me.”

Mingi returned the smile with a soft one of his own, then gave her a casual two-finger salute before turning to leave.

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Jongho walked down the busy street, hands shoved in his pockets, earbuds in, but he wasn’t really listening to anything. His mind was stuck on the image of Areum crying at the cemetery that morning.

He couldn’t remember the last time he saw her like that. Maybe back in high school, when her boyfriend broke up with her, but even then, it wasn’t like this.

She always seemed strong. Collected. Like nothing ever got to her. At least, that’s how she looked to him. Seeing her fall apart like that… it shook him more than he wanted to admit.

His thoughts were interrupted when he got a text from his friend. 

Hyunjin: yooo drinks tonight at Soobin’s place?

Hyunjin: it’ll be lit! 

Hyunjin: Yuna will be there good chance to make a move on her bro

Jongho stared at the screen for a few seconds before locking it again. He wasn’t in the mood to reply, and definitely not in the mood to see anyone.

He turned on Do Not Disturb and shoved his phone back in his pocket, eyes back on the pavement in front of him.

Across the street, he heard laughter. He looked up.

A family of four walked past a bakery, the kids teasing their dad about something while the mom tried and failed to keep a straight face. Everyone was smiling, loud and carefree, like nothing in the world could touch them.

Jongho froze for a second, watching them.

It used to be like that. For him. For them.

He wanted it back, even just for a moment. Just long enough to feel what it was like to laugh like that again. But deep down, he knew better.

That version of his life was gone.

And in its place was this, a cold, gray world where nothing mattered anymore.

He turned away when the scent of coffee hit his nose. His gaze followed to where it came from, which was the cafe that he was standing right next to. He considered getting himself one so he peeked through the glass to see what they offered. 

Almost instantly, he recognized the woman sitting by the window. It was Areum.

She was talking to a man, someone he didn’t recognize. They looked like they were just chatting, maybe even laughing a little. Nothing dramatic. Just... normal.

Something twisted in his chest. Jealousy? Anger? He couldn’t tell.

It wasn’t about the guy. It wasn’t about her sitting with someone.

It was the fact that she could. She could study. Work. Talk to people. Smile. Live. Like nothing had happened. Like she was fine.

And here he was, barely holding it together, spiraling, skipping classes, hanging out with people he knew didn’t give a damn about him, just to feel less alone for a few hours.

She moved forward. He felt stuck.

At least that’s how he sees it. 

The apartment was dark and still when Jongho got home, it was late into the night.

He didn’t bother turning on the lights. He just kicked off his shoes and walked straight to his room, the weight in his chest only heavier now. The silence didn’t bring peace, it pressed against him, loud in its emptiness.

He collapsed onto his bed, face down, hoodie still on, arms splayed out like he didn’t have the energy to move. Minutes passed like that. Eventually, he rolled over and reached for his phone.

Not to answer messages. Not to check his socials.

Just to escape.

He opened his gallery and started swiping through some old family photos and videos. Family trips. Birthdays. Lazy weekends in the living room.

He stopped on one video.

They were in the kitchen. His dad had the camera, narrating like he was filming some grand documentary. Their mom was cooking, Areum sitting at the table with him, laughing at something dumb their dad said. Jongho had his mouth full, trying to say something smart and failing miserably. Everyone was laughing. Even him.

He watched it twice.

He attached the video to chat with his sister and started typing.

"You remember this?"

His thumb hesitantly hovered over the send button. He stared at it for a while. Contemplating if he should send it, especially with the tension they had between them.

His lids were getting heavier as he grew more tired.

Then he closed his eyes, falling asleep before he knew it.

His grip loosened, and as his hand shifted, his thumb brushed the screen. 

Message sent. Chapter Three

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Through the Storm: Chapter One

Title: Through the Storm Genre: Angst, Romance Cast: Song Mingi, Choi Jongho, Fem!OC TW: Death, Trauma, Hints at violence, explosions/fires Masterlist Next Chapter Synopsis: After a tragic accident tears her world apart, 24 year-old Areum is left with the heavy responsibility of raising her teenage brother, Jongho. Once a bright, soft-spoken student with dreams of becoming a cancer researcher, Areum now juggles graduate school, a demanding internship at a military lab, a part-time job, and the weight of a fractured family. But no matter how hard she tries, Jongho only seems to drift further away. He was angry, closed-off, and caught in his own silent storm of grief. Then she meets Mingi, a soldier with a quiet strength and scars of his own. Their connection is hesitant at first, built through long hours in the lab and quiet conversations over shared coffee. But as the two slowly grow closer, Areum finds herself caught between holding her life together and letting herself feel again.

She was sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing a game on her phone. Her mom was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, while her dad kept her company with jokes. He threw a few cheesy pickup lines at his wife, earning a groan from their daughter.

“Ew, Dad, get a room.”

Her father only laughed.

Then, suddenly, everything went silent. Like her senses had been stripped away.

She looked up from her phone. In the next instant, flames erupted across the kitchen. The house was engulfed in fire, and her parents were screaming, their voices raw with pain as they called for her.

She ran toward them, tears streaming down her face, screaming their names. She reached for her mother, but the moment her hand made contact, her mother crumbled into dust. She turned to her father, he too disappeared the second she touched him.

They were gone.

Areum jolted awake, her body drenched in a cold sweat, heart pounding violently in her chest.

Sitting up, she forced herself to breathe, deep and slow.

She buried her face in her hands, trying to calm the tremble in her fingers. It had been over a year, but the nightmares hadn’t stopped.

With a heavy sigh, she tossed off her blanket and dragged herself to the bathroom.

She pulled her hair into a ponytail tail, brushed her teeth and took a quick body shower. Her body moving on autopilot. As she stepped into the hallway, her younger brother brushed past her wordlessly, disappearing into the bathroom.

“Morning, Jongho–”

The bathroom door slammed shut before she could finish. She stood still for a moment, lips pressed tightly together, then sighed again and went to the kitchen.

He wasn't going to stay for breakfast, so she made him a BLT sandwich, setting it next to the lunch she had prepped the night before.

After grabbing her own sandwich, she sat down at the dining table and opened her laptop, diving straight into her assignments.

Areum had just started grad school at Seoul National University after a year-long break. She was a biochemistry major, dreaming to one day become a cancer researcher. She went to school full-time, worked part-time, and somehow still managed a paid internship at a military research lab, something she’d landed thanks to strong recommendations from her professors and the Dean.

She was exhausted.

“Your lunch is on the counter,” she said, not looking up.

Jongho walked past her without a word, grabbed his lunch, and left. The front door closed, and silence swallowed the apartment once again. 

A silence she is still barely getting used to.

Once she finished her assignments, Areum changed into blue jeans and a ‘Seoul National University’ T-shirt. She tied her sneakers, grabbed her bag, and headed out for her internship, slipping back into the routine that kept her life from unraveling completely.

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Areum stood at one of the workstations, carefully pipetting a reagent into the wells of a plate while her laptop displayed a spreadsheet of data she’d been logging since morning. Her eyes burned from the screen time and her hand was starting to cramp, but she was almost done.

A few feet away, Staff Sergeant Song was reviewing equipment diagnostics on one of the lab’s analysis machines, occasionally glancing over to check her progress. She’d been shadowing him for the past couple of hours, splitting her attention between her own assigned task and assisting where needed.

“Your form’s solid,” Mingi said quietly, nodding toward her precise handling of the pipette. “You’re not letting yourself burn out, right?”

She gave him a tired smile, not quite convincing. “Trying not to.”

But before he could say more, her phone buzzed on the edge of the counter. Expecting a delivery update or maybe a message from her part-time job, she glanced at the screen and her heart immediately dropped.

It was her brother's high school.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the pipette before she set it down quickly, taking her gloves off.

“I need to take this,” she muttered, already stepping toward the hallway.

Mingi watched her go feeling the tension in the air. 

After a few minutes passed Mingi decided to go check on Areum, to see if she was alright. As he stepped into the hallway he heard Areum quietly yelling into the phone.

“Jongho, please just pick up the phone, where are you? You can't keep skipping your classes like this!” She let out a huff ending the voice mail. She pushed her bangs back and took a deep breath followed by a heavy sigh. 

“Everything okay?” She looked up at the tall figure approaching her. 

“Not really, my brother's school called, he's skipping classes again and he's not picking up his phone.”

“Do you need to leave early? I can take care of things-”

“No, it's okay, no point in going anywhere if I don't know where he is, I'll just wait for him at home.”

Mingi nodded his head “Well then, let's get back to work.” 

The two resumed their work for the rest of the day, although her focus had been. thrown off ever since the phone call and Mingi definitely noticed. He didn't say anything though, he knew she was just worried about her younger brother.

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It was 10:30 p.m. when Areum got home from her part-time job. As she stepped inside, she noticed Jongho's shoes were missing, which meant he wasn’t home yet. All she could do was sigh.

After taking a shower and changing into her pajamas, Areum checked his room.

Still empty.

She grabbed her phone and tried calling him for the sixth time that day, only to be sent to voicemail again. Worry hit her harder now, all the worst-case scenarios racing through her head. She sat on the sofa, anxiously waiting.

An hour later, just as she started to nod off, the sound of the front door clicking shut jolted her awake.

She jumped up and rushed to him.

“Where have you been, Jongho?! Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

“Why do you care? Just worry about yourself—”

“When are you going to stop doing this? You need to stop skipping classes and coming home so late—”

Jongho tried to walk past her, but Areum grabbed his arm and turned him around.

“Don’t ignore me. When are you going to start talking to me and stop acting out?”

He yanked his arm away, scoffing. “I don’t need to do anything, and I don’t have to listen to you.”

“Could you at least answer your calls or send a text so I know you’re okay?”

He shrugged. “Whatever. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” And with that, he disappeared into his room.

Areum sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. She settled back on the sofa, pulling her tablet onto her lap to catch up on some reading for class.

The next morning, Jongho slipped on his school uniform and grabbed his backpack. As he headed for the front door, he paused when he saw Areum asleep on the couch, the tablet resting on her chest.

A small pang of guilt tugged at him.

He knew she was doing everything she could. Deep down, he knew. But he couldn’t bring himself to show it. His stubborn nature pushed it all back.

With a quiet sigh, Jongho grabbed the blanket at the end of the couch, draped it over his sister, and gently set the tablet on the coffee table. Then he left for school.

Chapter Two

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Through the Storm Master List

Title: Through the Storm Genre: Angst, Romance Cast: Song Mingi, Choi Jongho, Fem!OC TW: Death, Trauma, Hints at violence, explosions/fires Synopsis: After a tragic accident tears her world apart, 24 year-old Areum is left with the heavy responsibility of raising her teenage brother, Jongho. Once a bright, soft-spoken student with dreams of becoming a cancer researcher, Areum now juggles graduate school, a demanding internship at a military lab, a part-time job, and the weight of a fractured family. But no matter how hard she tries, Jongho only seems to drift further away. He was angry, closed-off, and caught in his own silent storm of grief. Then she meets Mingi, a soldier with a quiet strength and scars of his own. Their connection is hesitant at first, built through long hours in the lab and quiet conversations over shared coffee. But as the two slowly grow closer, Areum finds herself caught between holding her life together and letting herself feel again.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Handle with Care (One-Shot/nsfw)

Title: Handle with Care Rating: R/NSFW (18+ only) Characters: San (Ateez), Lia (Fem!OC) Contains: Powerplay, rough sex, long sex, dom/sub, light choking AO3 Synopsis: He’s a K-pop idol with a dominant streak. She’s a nurse assistant who doesn’t back down—and definitely doesn’t blush easily. When a minor injury puts San in her care, neither of them expects the chemistry to hit harder than the fall that brought him in. She's hot, mouthy, and dangerously good at getting under his skin. He’s used to control—but with her? Control was never part of the plan. Authors note: I took me a few days to write this and I was supposed to go through and fix stuff but I got lazy (I have a bad habit of fixing up while I'm writing) anyway enjoy. Word Count: 11298

“Your vitals are looking good today miss Judy,” the girl removed the pressure cuff off of the older woman sitting up on the hospital bed. “Have you ordered your dinner yet?” The older woman nodded her head and smiled at the younger lady. 

“Yes I did, you’re always such a sweetheart to me, Lia, I appreciate it.” Lia smiled back and shook her head “It’s nothing to thank me for! I’m here to make my patients happy.” Lia grabbed her vitals machine and left the room. 

Lia was finally done with her rounding for the start of her night shift. She was a nurse assistant at one of the bigger hospitals in L.A studying to become a nurse. Although it was a career she chose because she wasn’t sure what kind of career she wanted.

She wanted to be a choreographer but she felt that that would be a tough career to be successful in, she had a tendency to doubt herself at times so she decided to go with the safer route of becoming a nurse. After all she did also love to help people and working as a nurse assistant convinced her to give it a shot, seeing the nurses around her working hard inspired her. 

Lia walked into the supply room and made her way towards the water dispenser. Over there she saw one of the other aides, named Sarah, sitting at the window sill watching some videos.

“You’re getting viral on tiktok, you already have like 60K views on your one dance video! And it’s only been like a week since you put it up.”

Lia shrugged as she grabbed a styrofoam cup, filling it with ice and water before turning to to Sarah “I mean, it’s just 60K, not a big deal, there’s people who have more,” Lia acted nonchalant about it but she was actually really excited about those numbers. 

The most views she had gotten before that for anything was only about 8 thousand views. She took a sip of her water as she slid up next to her friend to take a peek at the view count. 

“Click on the comments- wait, am I tripping?!” Lia gasped, covering her mouth as she read at the bottom of the video “NCT Mark reposted this video” Lia was shocked, she never thought that the Mark Lee of NCT would repost her dance challenge video of their song “Walk”. Sarah looked up at the girl “What? What’s wrong?” Lia pointed at the screen “Mark reposted it! Oh my god, I’m gonna freak out…”

“Is he a member of that group you did the cover for?” Sarah asked and Lia nodded “Yes! No wonder I got so many views! I can’t believe this…” Sarah wasn’t really into KPOP like Lia was, she’s heard of BTS before and heard about other groups through Lia but was always supportive despite not having a big interest in KPOP. 

Lia barely had a moment to breathe. Between checking on patients and handling last-minute calls, her shift was moving fast. She hadn’t even had time to check her phone since finding out Mark of NCT of all people had reposted her TikTok dance cover of their song. The notification was still sitting there, unopened, teasing her.

But that had to wait. A new patient had just arrived.

"Hey, Lia," one of the nurses called. "Can you get the vitals on the new admit? VIP patient. Some Korean idol. Injured his ankle during their concert."

Korean idol? I wonder who? But Lia didn't have time to ponder on it. She grabbed the vitals machine and headed toward the room.

Pushing open the door, she put on her best smile. "Hi there! I’m Lia. I’ll be your Nurse Assistant tonight, so if you need anything, just let me know."

The man sitting on the hospital bed looked up from his phone, and wow.

Lia had seen attractive men before. But this man was on another level. 

Dark hair, soft lips, and eyes so intense they made her pause for half a second longer than she should have. His hospital gown did nothing to hide the definition in his arms and broad shoulders. The way he held himself, relaxed, like he owned any room he walked into. And yet, there was a soft and gentle aura about him. 

San noticed her staring. He smiled, his eyes turning into a crescent shape, his dimples appearing to greet her as well.

Lia felt a warmth in her chest.

"Nice to meet you, Lia," he said, voice low, smooth, with just a trace of an accent.

She busied herself wrapping the pressure cuff around his arm. Damn, even his forearms were sculpted. She pressed the start button and tried not to let her hands linger.

"You look familiar," San mused, tilting his head as he studied her.

Lia froze for a second. Did he recognize her? That wouldn’t make sense.

"I don’t think so," she said, glancing at his chart. "They told me you’re a K-pop idol, but I’ll be honest…I don’t recognize you."

San put a hand over his heart, gasping in mock offense. "That hurts. Do you even listen to K-pop?"

Lia grinned, she loved talking about K-POP. "Of course! I’m a huge fan of GOT7 and NCT."

"So… not Ateez?"

Oh.

Lia felt a little bad when she saw his pout. "Well, I haven’t had time to check out new groups-"

San let out an exaggerated sigh and shook his head. "I get injured, might not be able to perform for the rest of the tour, and now I find out my nurse assistant doesn’t even know who I am. This night keeps getting worse."

Lia laughed when she realized he was just teasing her, shaking her head. "Wow. You’re really dramatic, huh?"

San grinned. "Only sometimes."

Lia sighed, crossing her arms. "Alright, fine. Give me a song recommendation. I’ll listen to it the second I get my break."

San didn’t hesitate to drop the name of their latest song. “Ice on My Teeth.”

Lia’s lips parted. "Ohhh! I know that song! Wait- isn’t that the one people mishear as ‘Ice on my titties’?"

San blinked. "...What?"

Lia covered her mouth with her hand. Shit. I really just said that out loud.

"Um. It’s a thing on TikTok," she explained, laughing awkwardly. "People are saying it sounds like you’re saying ‘ice on my titties’ instead of ‘ice on my teeth.’"

For a second, San just stared at her. Then, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

"That’s actually really funny," he admitted. "So you're saying... every time I performed that song, people thought I was singing about-"

"Yup." Lia couldn’t stop laughing now. "And I’ll be honest, after hearing it, I can’t unhear it."

"Great. Now I won’t be able to unhear it either."

Before Lia could reply, the nurse walked in. "Alright, time for me to do my admission for you," she said, nodding at Lia. "You’re good to go."

Lia turned back to San. "Need anything before I go?"

San’s eyes stayed on her for a moment longer than necessary. Then, his smile turned into a somewhat smug one.

"No, I’m good," he said. "For now."

Something about the way he said it sent a small shiver down Lia’s spine.

As she walked out, she could still feel his gaze on her.

◆ ◆ ◆

“San! My baby, oh how I’ve missed you so!” The man dramatically cried out as he entered the room, throwing himself into San’s arms hugging him tight. San let out a laugh, reciprocating the hug. “I’ve only been gone a couple of hours, Wooyoung. How was the rest of the concert?” 

“Yes but it felt like an eternity,” Wooyoung sighed before pulling out of the hug to sit on the chair beside the bed. “It was good, felt weird without you there for the rest of it- how’s your ankle by the way?”

“It’s nothing too serious, I was told to rest as much as possible and to not stand on it too long.”

“So you won’t be able to perform for a while?”

San shook his head “I need to take it easy, but I wonder if they’ll let me still participate by at least singing my parts…” he was disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to perform on stage with his members for what seems like could be the rest of the tour. He didn’t want to let it put him down though. 

He decided to change the subject. 

“By the way,” San leaned back against the pillows, smirking slightly. “I have a really cute nurse assistant.”

“Not you ogling the employees,” Wooyoung sighed, shaking his head. “Have some decency, man… What does she look like?” 

San chuckled at how fast Wooyoung went from scolding him to curious. “Well, she’s got long, dark, silky hair… gorgeous cat-like brown eyes… and these pretty, plump pink lips…” He licked his own lips as he pictured her.

“Damn, you’re down bad, huh? Now I really wanna see her. You should call her in.” A mischievous grin formed on Wooyoung’s lips.

San’s brows furrowed and shook his head. “Nah…”

Wooyoung leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Call her in- I wanna see if she’s as hot as you say.”

San scoffed. “What? No. That’s so weird.” He paused. Then added, under his breath, “…even though I kinda want to.”

Wooyoung hummed, lips pursing in thought. When he got an idea he grinned, sitting up straight.

“How about we take a short walk, and point her out to me when you see her?” 

San nodded agreeing with the idea. He had wanted to get a change of air anyway. He moved to the edge of the bed and Wooyoung got up to help him up. He allowed San to lean against him so that he didn’t put too much weight on his ankle when they walked. He led San out of the room and they began slowly walking down the hall towards the nurses station.

San stopped as they got closer and gestured toward a girl leaning forward against the counter, speaking and laughing with the nurses sitting down behind the counter. Both San and Wooyoung’s eyes roamed her body. San was appreciating her curvy figure, and her smooth warm toned skin. 

“Damn she’s hot- and she’s got a nice ass?!” Wooyoung exclaimed excitedly. San smacked Wooyoung on the back of the head “Shut up you’re being too loud.” Wooyoung rubbed the back of his head and gave him a pout “Why? It’s not like she understands Korean, we’re good.” San sighed, eyes going back towards Lia, who was now making her way towards them.

As she neared the two boys, her eyes narrowed with authority, and the air seemed to shift. Her body language was a lot more confident compared to earlier. 

“You two need to quiet down,” she said, with a firm tone. “People are trying to sleep, it’s 11pm. And,” she glanced intently at San, “aren’t you supposed to be resting that ankle?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, the movement emphasizing her curves, raising an eyebrow as if daring them to argue.

San’s gaze lingered on her, his lips twitching into a grin. She wasn’t backing down- he liked that. Something about her bossy tone, the way she stood her ground, made him want to see how far that confidence went. It was definitely different from earlier where she seemed a little more nervous.

He was intrigued by her.

…

San was lying in his bed scrolling through TikTok after Wooyoung had left. He didn’t have anything better to do. That’s when he came across a video of a girl doing an NCT dance cover. He had seen this same video earlier in the day but this time he paused because he immediately recognized the girl as Lia, his nurse assistant. “I knew I recognized her from somewhere.” 

He watched a couple more of her dance videos, appreciating her skills and the complete control she had of her own body when she danced. He put his phone down in his lap and grabbed the call light, pressing the button. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Yes, can you please send Lia in here?” 

“Yes, Sir one moment.” 

A couple minutes later he heard a knock on the door, he looked up at Lia as she opened the door and walked in. “Well that was fast,” He adjusted himself on the bed to sit up. “Yeah I wasn’t busy so here I am, what’d you need?” Lia asked as she closed the door behind her. 

“So I figured out where I’ve seen you before.” 

Lia tilted her head, brows furrowed in confusion then she remembered earlier when he told her that she looked familiar. 

“Oh, I’m going to be honest, I thought you were just trying to flirt when you said that.”

San let out a small laugh “ Oh no! I wasn’t flirting- I mean, not that I wouldn’t flirt with you-” 

“Oh so you don’t think I’m pretty? What a shame,” she sighed dramatically, looking down at the floor, pretending to sulk. 

San fell for the act, immediately feeling guilty.

 “Oh no no! That’s not what I mean, I would definitely flirt with you, you’re a very beautiful girl!”

Lia let out a small giggle, lips forming into a grin “I was teasing you, dumby,” San felt his face turn red from embarrassment. He had to admit that she got him good. 

“So, where have you seen me before?”

San cleared his throat and opened his phone, gesturing for her to come closer as he pulled up her video that blew up. Lia moved closer and leaned against the bed rails to look at his phone. “I saw this earlier today when Mark reposted it,” Lia felt herself blushing, she couldn’t believe that two big K-POP artists had seen her video so far. She had looked up ATEEZ earlier in the night and learned about them a bit and they were definitely bigger than she expected. 

“It’s very good! You’re a great dancer, you have great control over your movement and flow.” 

Lia didn’t expect to be fed so many compliments, she covered her face as she felt herself blushing harder. She didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t used to being praised so much. She was used to it when it came from Sarah since all she did was hype her up all the time. But this was different. Not only was a famous idol, but he was a great dancer as well.

When he saw her blushing he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she looked. “So cute.”

Lia lowered her hands and gave him a playful glare, trying to recover her cool. “Of course I’m cute, and of course I know how to dance. I went to classes for it and I dance whenever I have the free time. And I’m confident to say I can probably throw it back better than you.”

San shrugged with a small smirk, his voice a touch deeper now. “I mean... I’m not not saying that.”

She laughed, the tension was now easing down as she regained her composure and confidence. “Also, I do hope to become a choreographer someday, so it’s nice to know I’m leaving an impression.”

“Trust me, you are.” San held her gaze for a moment, then leaned back into his pillows. “Do you ever teach classes or anything?”

“Not yet. I post online mostly, sometimes I’ll post tutorial videos, but maybe someday. If you need a few tips let me know, maybe I can teach you a few things. If you can keep up that is.” She teased.

That cocky little edge in her voice made him grin. “Oh? You think I can’t?”

“I don’t know... can you?”

San’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Is that a challenge?”

“It might be,” she replied with a shrug, biting down on her lip. Dancing was definitely not what was going through her mind though.  “If you ever wanna test it out, I’m just a text away.”

The air between them shifted just slightly.

He sat up a little more, unlocking his phone screen and opening up to the dial up page on the phone app. “Alright then. Give me your number. You know, for... dance purposes.” He said, handing her his phone. 

Lia arched her brow. “Oh, of course. Strictly professional.” She took his phone and typed in her number, giving herself a ring so she could save his number on her own phone before handing it back to him. 

“Obviously,” he teased, putting his phone down.

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It was around 7:30 a.m when San heard a knock on his door. He let out a soft groan, shifting his bed before opening one eye to take a peak at who was entering his room. A lady carrying a meal tray greeted him “Good Morning, sorry for waking you, your breakfast is here,” she set down the tray on his table then left the room. 

San stretched in the bed, a grunt leaving his lips as he did. He sat up on the bed, reaching over to the bedside table, unplugging his phone from the charger. Seeing as he had a few new text messages he unlocked his phone. He had a few messages from his members but the one that caught his eye was from Lia. A small smile appeared on his lips. 

He immediately tapped on the message. 

Lia: Hey sleeping beauty, you should probably keep down your snoring, you’re causing earthquakes out here.

Lia: I’m staying over a couple hours from some overtime, also you’ll be getting discharged soon so I’ll be here just in case you need help getting out of here in one piece ;). 

San let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. He put his phone down and pulled his table closer to himself and began digging into his breakfast. 

When Lia walked into the room she didn’t realize he would topless. He had taken off the gown before bed since it was uncomfortable for him. She let out a small exaggerated gasp, hiding her eyes behind her hands, but still peeking through her fingers. 

“Oh my, you’re titties are out.”

San laughed and flexed his chest. “Why? Does it bother you?” 

Lie put her hand down “Hmm…no, but you know what’s missing?” 

“What’s that?”

“The ice.” She grinned, proud of her joke referencing his song. 

He just stared at his, brows slightly furrowed. He looked unimpressed. 

“Hey it wasn’t that bad of a joke,” she sighed and grabbed his tray off his table when she saw he had finished what he was eating “I’ll come back in a minute to help you get your things together, hopefully when I come back you’ll be more awake to laugh at my great jokes.” She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

He gave her a pursed smile. 

“Oh and can I get some towels so I can shower?” Lia nodded. 

◆ ◆ ◆

“Okay let’s get that bandage off your ankle,” Lia set down the towels and shampoo on the end of the bed. San was already sitting at the edge of the bed while he was waiting for her. She squatted down in front of him and gently lifted his ankle as she began to unwrap it. 

To Lia she was just doing a simple action and thought nothing of it. But other things were racing through San’s mind. 

He couldn't help but picture her in between his legs, doing very, very not-so-innocent things to him with that pretty little mouth of hers. 

He cursed under his breath and mumbled to himself in his native tongue. “Shit, you’re making me lose my mind,” Lia heard what he had said. She held back a smirk. Lia understood and spoke Korean pretty fluently. She had been studying the language for a couple of years now as she had a dream to maybe one day move there, also because she was tired of waiting for subtitles for the things she wanted to watch. 

His words were all the confirmation she needed, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. And now, she had the green light to tease him a little. 

She set the bandage aside on the bed. Though she’d finished unwrapping his ankle, she didn’t move from where she was squatted in front of him. Slowly, she looked up at him with wide puppy-dog eyes, her brows knit and lips slightly pouted. 

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, “I didn’t mean to drive you crazy like that.”

“It’s oka--” San cut himself off, his eyes gazing down at hers as he realized what she had said. “Wait a minute, you understood what I was saying?” Her pouty lips now formed into a coy smile.

 “Mhm,” her eyes didn’t leave his, except now they gleamed with something bolder, more confident. Her fingers grazed along the tops of his knees, sliding teasingly up his thighs, just enough to fluster him. 

“I heard what your friend said too, while you guys were checking me out. Which, by the way, my friends noticed.” 

She stood then, casually dusting off her hands like nothing had happened.

San’s face flushed red with embarrassment, but he quickly straightened up, regaining his composure. That sudden switch in her energy flipped a switch in him too, something competitive. He was very interested in where this would go. 

“Let’s get you into that shower.” 

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San had pressed the call light in the shower to get help back to his bed. At the moment, he wasn’t wearing anything but a towel wrapped low around his waist.. He may have “accidentally” forgotten to tell her to bring his clothes from his bag earlier when she brought the towels in. So when she stepped into the bathroom, she found him standing there. Wet, shirtless, and very well sculpted. Water still clung to his skin, dripping slowly down the ridges of his abs. Her eyes lingered for a second too long.

Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth before she even realized it. God, she thought. I want my hands all over him.

San noticed the way her gaze traveled over him—and a smug smirk tugged at his lips.

“Like what you see?”

Lia blinked, snapping out of it, and rolled her eyes. “Please,” she said, walking toward him. “You couldn’t manage to put clothes on?”

He shrugged, leaning into her as she looped her arm around his waist. “Forgot them. Bag’s by the bed.” 

As they took their first step, San suddenly stumbled forward, pressing into her. Lia instinctively caught him, wrapping both arms around his torso as his weight shifted, pinning her back against the cool wall behind them.

His hands braced on either side of her head, caging her in. Water droplets clung to his skin, and his face hovered just inches from hers. She looked up, breath caught, still holding onto him.

“You okay?!” she asked, half in concern, half in disbelief.

Then she saw it. The playful glint in his eyes. The smirk. The little shit had done it on purpose.

“I’m good, baby. And you?”

Her heart skipped. Baby. The way it rolled off his tongue was dangerous.

Lia gave him a light smack to the chest, pushing him back. “How about we get you dressed, hmm?”

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Lia re-entered the room later to find his friend, Wooyoung, from the night before there along with one other man. She greeted them, learning the other man was the group leader named, Hongjoong. She handed San his discharge papers and asked him to give her his leg so she could put on the ankle brace he was to be wearing when he needed to be walking.

“I’m about to clock out in a minute, make sure to do as the doctor instructed, okay?” Once she finished placing the ankle brace she took a step back and gave him a smile

“Oh and make sure to call me if you need any help with anything, I’ll come take care of you.” She was now speaking in Korea, and she turned to Wooyoung “And I know I have a fatass but it’s very rude to stare.” She just had to tease him. 

Wooyoung was shocked to learn she speaks Korean and began fumbling with his words “w-wait? You speak Korean? Since when? What?!” His face was now flushed from embarrassment. Hongjoong was confused. 

“Since a few years now, you really should listen to San and speak more quietly next time, yeah?” She let out a small laugh “I’m gonna go now, I really need to get some sleep, bye now.” She gave them a wave and left.

Hongjoong immediately asked the boys what had happened and San explained the night before. Hongjoong smacked Wooyoung in the back of his head and shook his head in disappointment. Wooyoung whined and complained and Hongjoong continued to scold him while San laughed at them.

◆ ◆ ◆

San’s ride back to the hotel was spent entirely texting back and forth with Lia. It was a lot of flirting and teasing. Lots of teasing. Before heading to sleep and telling him goodnight, she decided to send him a very spicy image of herself standing in front of the mirror with nothing but her towel after her shower. Her wet hair framing her face beautifully, her breasts barely being held back by the towel as it hugged her frame perfectly, showing off her every curve. 

He had a hard time getting her off his mind. Her photo would pop into his head every now and then but he was with his members and couldn’t do anything about it. It drove him crazy. All he could think about was tearing that towel off and discovering how she tasted, every inch, every curve, every sound she’d make under him. He wanted to bend her over every surface in sight. 

Later that night while he was watching a movie with his members, Wooyoung, Mingi and Hongjoong, San subconsciously grabbed his phone and opened up her messages. He stared at her photo longer than he intended to. 

“Damn, San, she’s hot as fuck!” San flinched and locked his phone screen instantly “You scared the shit out of me Wooyoung.”

Mingi and Hongjoong’s attention was immediately turned to the two now as they made their way onto the bed next to San “We wanna see too, you got a new girlfriend?” Mingi grabbed San’s phone but snatched it back from him.

“Ohhh…is it the girl from the hospital?” Hongjoong smirked at him. 

“Maybe…”

“I want to see what she looks like! Wooyoung kept talking about how hot she was the other night.”

“I’m not showing you the picture, Mingi, she sent it for my eyes and my eyes only.”

“So…when are you guys gonna fuck?”

Hongjoong smacked Wooyoung in the back of the head “Don’t ask inappropriate and personal questions like that Wooyoung.”

Hongjoong faced San again “So are you guys going to fuck or nah?”

Wooyoung looked bewildered. “You just told me not to ask and you go and do this?! I got hit for nothing?” 

“I’m the Captain,” Hongjoong grinned. 

“Well?” Mingi didn’t blink, waiting for an answer.

San sighed, fingers brushing through his hair.

His eyes met with Hongjoong’s. 

“Tonight. I’m kicking you guys out, you’re gonna hang out next door with the others before she gets here.” 

“Damn, never thought I’d get kicked out by San.” Wooyoung dramatically sighed. 

“Do you have condoms?” Hongjoong asked.

“No, can you go grab me some? Maybe get us some drinks, wine maybe?”

“Ooooh, we’re setting up the mood too?” Hongjoong quickly grabbed his wallet, dragging Mingi with him to the door to go with him. 

Meanwhile San began sending a text to Lia.

San: Hey Miss Nurse Assistant, I want to take you up on your offer, I need you to come take care of me…

1 hour later…

Lia: Anything for my patient <3 Just tell me when and where

San: Now, at this address <attached address> 

Lia bit her lip at how straight forward he was. She decided to play into his dominance for a little bit.

Lia: Yes, Sir…any specific uniform you want me coming in?

San smirked.

San: Nothing too fancy just in case it gets…damaged…

Lia: Got it, I’ll be there before you know it. 

Lia was instructed to meet Wooyoung by the hotel gym so she did. Wooyoung was there in a black hoodie, hood over his head. Lia herself wasn’t wearing anything crazy, just a pair of white track shorts and loose pink Cropped T-shirt with her long hair tied up in a ponytail, her bangs framing her face. 

He led her up to the room San was waiting for her in. Wooyoung smiled at her and unlocked the door, opening it wide for her before gesturing towards the room “After you my lady.” Lia bows her head at him and steps inside, Wooyoung closes the door behind her “I’ll leave you two to it.” She can hear his chuckle as the door shut completely. 

“He didn’t have to be so weird about it,” she muttered under her breath as she slipped off her shoes and set her duffle bag down, shaking her head with a small smile.

“I’m in here.”

She studied the room. It was a suite with a king sized bed and queen bed and in a corner there was a small mini kitchen and on the other side there was a sofa chair and a couch, where San was sitting. He was wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweats. Greeting her with a bright smile. She of course smiled back and made her way to him going in for a hug. 

“You came pretty quick.”

“Yeah there wasn’t any traffic and you weren’t far.”

She sat down on the chair across from him. He gestured towards the bottle of peach flavored Stella Rosa on the coffee table. “Wine?”

“Ooh, yes please, that’s my favorite.”

“Good.” He opened the bottle, pouring two glasses of wine and handing her one. 

They clinked their glasses before taking a sip. After a little bit of chatting and a few sips of wine, when there was a moment of silence San took a moment to appreciate how good she looked even when wearing something as simple as track shorts and crop top. His eyes moved down to her thick thighs, tongue swiping at his bottom lip as he appreciated them. He could tell she worked out. 

Lia noticed him basically dressing her down with his eyes. A smirk played on her lips.

“So,” she broke the silence, leaning back against the chair, her arms crossed under her chest while still carefully holding onto her glass so as to not spill her drink. She then crossed one leg over the other.

“Since I’m here to take care of you, you should tell me what you need, you know…so I know how to help.”

The soft and smiley San was now gone. His facial expression changed along with his entire aura. Something more intense. He raised a brow, the corner of his lip moving into a smirk. 

He leaned back against the sofa, gesturing with his finger for her to come to him.

“First, why don’t you come and show me how you would take care of me?” His voice was deeper now and his tone was authoritative. 

Lia felt tingle up her spine. She loved how he wasn’t hesitant to show his dominance. But Lia was stubborn, you could say she was a bit of a brat. She wanted to see how far she could push him, if he would let her dominate her, or more like if she could take control of the dynamic. She wanted to hear him whimper and beg just as much as she wanted to get on her knees for him. 

She stood up and took the last sip of her wine, though she didn’t swallow. 

San’s eyes followed every movement she made, the tension in his body growing with every second she stayed silent.

She placed down the glass and continued to move towards him. He could feel the heat between them thickening. His jaw clenched, fingers twitching slightly against the arms of the chair. God, he wanted to grab her, pull her into his lap and devour her right there. But he waited.

Her gaze locked with his, smug and steady. Slowly, teasingly, she climbed into his lap, straddling him with calculated ease. Her hands glided up his chest, fingertips grazing every curve of muscle, until one rested on his shoulder and the other gently cupped his face.

San’s breath hitched.

His eyes never left hers for a moment as he anticipated what she had planned. Her thumb was now slowly swiping over his bottom lip as she brought her face close. His lips parted. 

Her lips hovered over his for a moment before letting the wine spill into his mouth from between her lips. San was surprised for a moment, not expecting to have a liquid pouring into his mouth. He swallowed the wine, a short deep chuckle leaving his throat. She smiled, her lips still hovering over his.

His lips moved forward to press up against hers but she pulled back slightly. He raised a brow and went forward again but she once again pulled away, letting out a soft giggle. He quickly realized she was teasing him. 

Of course, how could he forget that she’s a tease? 

He gripped onto her waist, giving her a firm yet gentle squeeze, tugging her in closer against his own body. “You need to stop playing around so much,” his eyes darkened. 

“No no,” she smirked, shifting in his lap, finger resting at his chin as she lifted his head up “you invited me to take care of you, and you asked me to show you how I’d do it,” she leaned her face closer to his ear, speaking softly yet firmly, making sure to set the tone of who’s in control now. 

“So be a good boy and let me show you, baby.” 

That flipped a switch in San. Just those words alone coming from her lips made San decide back down from his fight for control over her and let her take control. He was curious where this would go. 

“Yes, Ma’am…” 

She let out a giggle, pulling back to take a good look at his face. His eyes changed. They were less on edge, much…softer. 

“Good boy.”

She felt his cock twitch beneath her. She cupped his face, hooking a thumb on his bottom lip guiding him to open his mouth for her. 

“Let me see that tongue of yours,” without hesitation, San let his tongue slip out of his mouth for her. She grabbed his tongue with her fingers, her thumb rubbing against it “you’re such a good listener, Sannie,” her ego was definitely boosted. She was proud of herself, after all she won. She let go of his tongue but was quick to grab it between her lips.

She sucked on it for a moment before pushing past his tongue with her own, and into his mouth. Her tongue began exploring, their tongues swirling and dancing against each other. She gripped onto the front of his shirt, her hips now moving against his. His hips of course responded, moving up against her.

Her lips parted from his and began to kiss down his jawline to the nape of his neck where she gently sucked on being careful to not leave a mark. San let out a soft moan. 

Her lips parted from his neck, leaving a trail of warm breath as she pulled back, just enough to look into his eyes. She cupped his face again, gently running her thumb across his flushed cheek.

“You sound so pretty when you moan for me, baby,” she purred, dragging her lips just barely across his. “But don’t get too comfortable… I’m not done playing with you yet.”

Her hands slid down his chest, nails grazing lightly through the fabric of his shirt, feeling every ridge of muscle beneath. She stopped at the hem, toying with it, lifting it an inch, then letting it fall again. The tease in her eyes was dangerous.

“You want me to take this off?” she asked, voice low, sultry. San nodded eagerly.

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” he breathed. “Please… take it off.”

She smiled when he begged, pressing a soft kiss to his ear. 

“That’s what I like to hear, you’re being so good, baby.”

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. He lifted up his arms to allow her to get it off more smoothly. She tossed his shirt to the floor before taking a moment to appreciate his muscles. She bit down onto her bottom lip at the sight of it, fingers tracing down his chest and over his abs. 

“I wonder if you’re as strong as these muscles make you look…” she teased, dragging her nails ever so lightly down his torso again, stopping just above the waistband of his sweats.

San let out a quiet breath, watching her, his jaw tight.

Lia smirked. She could tell she was driving him crazy, and she wasn’t done yet. She leaned in, brushed her lips against his, and whispered, “You’re being so well-behaved… starting to wonder if maybe you like being told what to do.”

San’s brow twitched. That little edge in her voice. Cocky, bratty. It hit a nerve.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw again, sweet and slow, but then she suddenly tugged at the drawstring of his sweats, giving it a quick playful snap and biting her lip. “Or maybe…” she purred, “you just don’t know how to handle me.”

That was it.

Before she could pull back, San’s hand shot up to grab her wrist.

“You think I don’t know how to handle you?” he said, his voice low and dangerous now, his gaze darker than before.

Lia blinked, her breath hitching. The look in his eyes made her stomach flip.

In one swift movement, San stood up, flipping their positions effortlessly and pressing her back into the couch. His body hovered over hers now, muscles flexed, his hands gripping the armrest behind her as he caged her in.

“You’ve had your fun, baby,” he growled softly, his face close to hers. “But you just made a mistake.”

Lia swallowed, chest rising and falling a little faster. “What mistake?”

He smirked, leaning down until his lips were barely an inch from hers.

“Thinking I’d let a pretty little brat like you stay in control.”

Then his mouth was on hers, kissing her with intensity..This was hungry. Dominant. His hands slid down her thighs, gripping them firmly as he pulled her hips flush against his.

Lia melted beneath him. He definitely knew how to take control. Seems like she wasn’t the only one playing games. He was holding back the entire time. 

This made her excited.

She wrapped her leg around him and rolled her hips against his but he quickly pushed her hips down, firmly holding down. His lips parting from hers. 

“I was trying to be good for you,” he growled softly, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her thigh, spreading her open just enough to remind her who was in charge now. “But you clearly want me to ruin that sweet little attitude of yours.”

Her face was flushed red, she felt her core pulsating. 

God, he’s so fucking hot.

“Oops…?” She bit down on her lip, a playful look in her eyes. 

“Oops?” He raised a brow. 

She grinned playfully, tongue sticking out from between her teeth slightly. 

“That’s not how someone takes responsibility and apologizes, princess,” he placed his knee between her thighs, pressing it up against her warmth. A hand reached up under her cropped tee and underneath the wire of her bra. He groped her breast, giving a squeeze before taking the nipple between his fingers, giving it a pinch. 

A small squeak escaping her lips. 

“That was cute, but I didn’t hear an apology.”

He pinched again but this time a little harder. 

She covered her mouth instinctively, muffling her moan. She mumbled a quiet “sorry”.

He grabbed her hand tugging it away from her face, pinning it down above her head before giving her nipple another pinch. 

“I couldn’t hear you, Princess, what’d you say?”

She squirmed underneath him. “I-I’m sorry, Sir,” her eyes glazed over with lust. He smirked at the sight of her. He knew he was completely in control now. She was all his to take. 

“Good girl.” 

Lowering his head, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and began kissing down her flesh. 

“You don’t mind if I mark you, right?” He mumbled against her warm skin.

“You can mark me all you want.”

He didn’t hesitate to act upon her green light. His lips latched onto her skin, tongue dancing against it as he sucked on the skin. Another moan escaped her lips, hips arching up against his thigh that was between hers. She began to rub herself against him. He let out a small but deep chuckle as he felt her get desperate for him. He could feel her breath grow heavier as her chest rose up and down. 

His lips pulled away from her neck, a trail of saliva leaving his lips. He licked it off her neck as he gripped on her top, lifting up off of her and tossing it to the ground, his hand then snaking in beneath her back, feeling for the clasp on her bra before unhooking with one swift move. 

Lia pushed the bra off of herself, letting it fall to the ground. 

“Gorgeous.” San commented. His lips were now trailing slow kisses from her collarbones down to the center of her chest then over one of her breasts. He sucked on it long enough to leave a mark before moving to her nipple to give it some attention. 

Lia bit down on her lip as another moan escaped from her “San…” 

His tongue flicked against her bud “Hmm?” He hummed, sucking a little harder as his hand found its way to her other breasts to give it a squeeze. 

She grabbed his other hand and led it down into her track shorts and over her hot wet core, pressing it against her panties so he could feel how wet she was for him. 

San smirked. 

He swiped his tongue over her nipple one more time before parting his lips from it. He hovered his face over hers. 

“My baby girl is so wet for me,” he hummed, fingers gently, teasingly rubbing her. She locked her eyes with his, basically pleading for more with them as she let out a whimper

He chuckled, knowing the look in her eyes all too well. He pushed her panties to the side before sliding his middle finger between her slits, rubbing against her wet juices “What does my baby girl want me to do, hm? Tell me.” He gently grazed his finger over her clit, teasing her. 

Another whimper escaped from her. 

“Stop teasing and fuck me with your fingers,” she huffed, hips squirming in eagerness. 

His brow raised “Are you asking me, or telling me?” His voice deepened, his hand finding its way around her neck gently squeezing to test the waters. Her eyes became playful again, a coy smirk forming on her lips when she felt his hand around her neck. 

“Telling you.”

He gives a slightly tighter squeeze as a warning. “I don’t think I heard you right, can you repeat that?”

“I was telling you, to fuck my pussy with you-” She was cut off when he squeezed around her neck harder. She let out a gasp followed by a moan, eyes rolling to the back of her head. 

“Mm…” he kissed her ear and let out a growl “We say please and thank you around here, Princess,” he pressed a soft kiss on her ear “understand?”. She nodded, barely squeezing out the words “Yes, Sir.” 

He loosened his grip around her neck. 

“Now.”

He gazed into her eyes. “What were you saying?”

“P-please, Sir, please fuck me with your fingers-” She begged. 

“Good girl.”

He slipped two fingers into her, pumping them in and out of her, the pace increasing when he heard her whimpers. 

He caressed her face with his free hand, thumb playing at her lips “Mm, look at you looking all pretty for me, squirming and making cute little noises, all for me,” his eyes didn’t leave hers, half lidded, full of hunger for him. “Just a cute little horny mess for me, look at you, it’s almost pathetic.” A softly chuckled, sliding his thumb into her mouth. 

Her lips latched onto his thumb and she began sucking on it. “Good girl.”

His fingers began moving with more intensity inside of her, you could hear how wet she was. His fingers curled forward, finding her sweet spot, triggering a series of moans from her as he repeatedly hit her spot. She grabbed onto the pillow behind her head gripping onto it hard, her back arching up . 

He abruptly stopped, pulling his fingers out of her. “You can’t come yet.” He licked and sucked his fingers clean with a hum “So sweet…” her cheeks flushed. 

He pressed his lips against hers in a deep kiss, tongues dancing against each other. Without breaking the kiss he slides an arm beneath her lower back, pulling her to sit up. 

His lips parted from hers “On the floor, on your knees.”

As she moved off the sofa, finding a position on the floor, San also fixed himself on the sofa, sitting in front of her with his legs spread out, a tent was formed in his sweats. Lia positioned herself between his legs, her eyes falling to his bulge. Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip before she bit down on it. She looked up at him with big eyes, pleading silently for his next command. 

His head tilted as his eyes met with hers, brow raised, smirk forming at the corner of his lips. 

“Hungry?” 

She nodded her head “Can I, Please?” 

San pushed his pants and boxers down just low enough to free his hard throbbing cock. He gives a nod, gesturing towards his cock. 

“Eat up.”

Lia’s eyes broke away from his, appreciating the sight of him for a moment. 

Her fingers wrapped around his girth, slowly stroking him. The way he was just so damn hard for her gave her a bit of ego boost. She leaned forward, looking back up at him “You’re so hard for me, I must really drive you crazy huh?” She let out a giggle as she let her tongue start teasing the tip. 

He didn’t respond this time, just gave her a stern look with his brow raised. That’s all he needed to do. She understood not to tease him more. For now.

Her lips wrapped around his tip, sucking on it for a bit before lowering her head, taking him deeper into her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down,  the hand still wrapped around him stroking him more. He let out a low, husky sigh. 

“Atta girl…” 

His arms rested up on the head of the sofa as he watched her enjoy herself. 

She pulled her head back, looking up at him with a small smirk “wanna see what I can do?” 

San looked at her curiously. He hummed in response. 

“I promise I won’t disappoint you.” 

She took his length back into her mouth, slowly lowering her head, taking in his entire length deep into her throat until there was no more to take in. She paused there and let out a “how’s that?” hum. 

San cursed under his breath. His hand found its way to the top of her head, resting against it. 

 When she got her answer through his reaction she began to bob her head up and down again, tongue moving against him. But it wasn’t enough for San. He wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers. He knew she could take it, after all she showed him she could. 

He grabbed her by her ponytail and pushed her head down, holding it in place. His hips began thrusting up as he fucked her throat. She let out soft hums and moans against his cock, only gagging a little as a couple of tears streamed down her face. She loved the rough treatment though, it only excited her more. She slipped her hand down her panties, pleasuring herself. 

The sounds she was making pushed San to an edge, a deep growl emitting from his throat. 

“Fuck, Lia, you’re such a fucking whore, taking my cock like that…” 

She let out a hum in response, squirming at his words. He gave a few more thrusts into her throat but slowed down and stopped when he felt himself get closer to his climax. He didn’t want to finish just yet. 

He pulled her head up and caressed her face, wiping her tears away with his thumb. 

“You doing okay, princess?” 

She nodded her head and he smiled at her “Good. You did so good.” He praised. 

He got up on his feet, taking the rest of what he was wearing off. “Follow me,” before she could stand he shook his head “on all fours.” 

She bit down on her lip, putting her palms to the floor and followed his lead behind him. He was so into his head space he couldn’t feel the pain in his ankle. It was completely out of his mind. Once they reached the mini kitchen area he grabbed a bottle of water. He was feeling parched and he was sure she was too. 

He drank from the bottle before turning to her. She was sitting patiently on the floor on her knees, hands in lap. He brought the tip of the bottle to her lip. “Drink.” 

She nodded and did as told. 

He put the bottle up on the counter before extending a hand to her. She took his hand and stood up as he lifted her, his arm smoothly snaking around her waist pulling her flush against his body, his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. His lips pressed hard against hers as he began to devour her sweet lips. Her arms loosely wrapped around his neck. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become so heated and sloppy. 

“Take your shorts and panties off,” he said between kisses “and then bend over the counter for me.”  Lia let out a playfully hum as if she was thinking about it.

“What if I don’t, what’re you gonna do about it?” he felt her smirking in the kiss. 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that and give you a chance to say something else.”

She pulled her face back to look up at him. Tilting her head she let out another hum “Hmm…make me.” His eyes darkened. 

Bending her over the counter, he pulled down her shorts along with her panties, letting them drop to the floor. His hand gently ran over her ass before lifting his hand and giving it a firm smack. She let out a cute yelp, jumping up slightly.

“You really like to push my buttons, don’t you?” he landed another one and she bit down on her lip. 

“Are you going to be good now?” She didn’t answer. It was in her nature to be a little defiant, bratty. He landed another smack on her ass, this time a little harder.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl. Now spread your legs open, I want to see that wet pussy of yours.”

Lia did as told. She spread her legs apart for him, still leaning forward against the counter. San lowered himself to the ground, hands gripping onto her thighs. His tongue slid between her folds, finding its way to her clit. She whimpered in response, pursing her lips together. He teased her and sucked on her nub a little longer before guiding his tongue to her entrance. He spread her open with his fingers, pushing his tongue deep inside her. Letting out a hum as he tasted her sweet juices.  

“Your tongue feels so good inside me…” She whined.

His tongue moved inside her, exploring her warm, wet cavern. He soon replaced his tongue with his fingers. Slowly sliding them into her, but soon picking up the pace in his movements. She moaned, clutching onto the edge of the counter. He pressed a few kisses against her thigh before sucking on one spot. Fingers moving rougher inside of her. Her legs were now shaking as more lewd moans escaped her lips. 

“Fuck, San, I’m gonna cum.” 

San looked at the mark he left on her thigh, smiling proudly at himself. “Then cum for me.” 

He curled his fingers against her walls, fingers moving more intensely. Her hips jolted forward, a much louder moan emitting from her lips as she reached her climax. San gave a low chuckle.

“You’re so loud, Princess, my members can hear you next door if you’re not careful.” He pulled out his fingers and brought them to her lips for her to taste herself. “Oh? What if I want them to hear me? Hear how good you can fuck me…” She took his fingers between her lips, sucking his fingers clean. 

“Hmm…you know what, baby? Be as loud as you want.” He positioned himself behind her, rubbing his cock against her wet pussy. San liked the way she was thinking. He liked the idea of them being heard. It’s not like the boys didn’t already know what was going on. 

San held onto her waist and pushed his length deep inside of her. Her walls quickly adjusted to him. He didn’t move though. 

“Fuck yourself, baby, use my cock like it’s your toy.”

Lia obeyed and started moving her hips back and forth against him, her breathing growing heavier as she let out small whimpers. San looked down at her smirking as he watched her fuck herself with his cock. “Mm, look at you, you just came for me and you still want more?” Lia let out a small whine in response. 

“Can’t help it…you’re so fucking hot,” her movements became more desperate for him “and god, you feel so good inside me.” 

He wrapped her ponytail around his hand, gripping onto her hair, pulling her head back towards him as he firmly gripped onto her hips. He dipped his face down and pressed his lips against hers into a sloppy kiss as he began thrusting his own hips into her. She rested her hands against the edge of the counter, keeping herself pushed back to not fall forward and break the kiss. 

She became noisier and louder. The noises she was making emitted a deep groan from San. They both soon broke the kiss to catch their breaths. San let go of her hair and she fell forward against the counter. San was now holding her hips with both his hands as he slowed down his movements. He pulled himself back, leaving just the tip in before thrusting hard and deep inside of her. 

“F-Fuck!” she yelped, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. He repeated the motion a few more times, each thrust deliberate, relentless, then picked up the pace again, hips snapping against her.

“Fuck, fuck- San, I’m gonna cum again-” He could feel her walls tightening around him, pulsing with need.

But he didn’t stop. He chased it, kept thrusting through her high, his name falling from her lips in broken gasps as her second climax hit hard. Her thighs trembled. Her body arched into him.

Only then did he pull out, breath ragged, his cock slick and twitching.

He wrapped a hand around himself and stroked, slow at first, then faster, chasing his own release. His eyes stayed locked on her, on the curve of her spine, the way her body still trembled from the aftershocks.

With a deep, guttural moan, he came. Thick, hot streams spilling across the small of her back, marking her with every pulse of pleasure.

For a moment, all he could do was breathe. Then, reaching over to the counter, he grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped her down. His touch gentle.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

Lia turned around to face him, leaning back against the counter. They were both catching their breaths, their bangs sticking to their foreheads from the sweat. “Are you tired already?” She teased, poking at his chest. 

He raised brow “I have a lot of stamina and energy, I don’t tire easily.” He smirked. 

“What about you? Giving up already?” 

Lia returned the smirk “Absolutely not,” her arms snaked around his neck “I want you to fuck me in every corner of this room, San, and I want to make sure your friends here me scream your name.” San gripped tightly onto her waist. 

Fuck she was so hot. So horny.  

“Are your members in the room over on that side… or this side?” she asked, gesturing toward the two opposite walls.

San nodded toward the one where the beds were pressed up. “That side.”

A devilish grin spread across her lips. She took his hand in hers and guided him toward the opposite end of the room, where the sounds would echo less. Her back hit the wall just beside the bed, and she pulled him in.

Arms wrapped around his neck, she whispered, breath hot against his lips, “Let’s show them who’s whore I am tonight.”

San let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding down to grip her waist. “I like the way you think.”

He kissed her, slow and deep, letting the heat build again between their lips. When she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, he didn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, he hoisted her up, her back pressed to the wall, both legs now clinging to him.

As he pushed himself into her again, slow and deliberate, she let out a lewd moan, her body still overstimulated from her last release. Her head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, and San groaned into her neck as he kissed and licked the soft skin there.

Their moans filled the room, along with the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting. Her slick coated his cock with every thrust, making it all the more intense.

Eventually, San carried her over to the bed, setting her down gently before crawling over her, ready to take her again, but Lia had other plans.

Before he could do anything else, she pushed him down onto his back, straddling him in one smooth, confident motion.

A smirk tugged at her lips. 

A low chuckle rumbled from San’s chest, his hands sliding up to grip her thighs as her hips rocked back and forth, her slick heat grinding against his cock, coating him with every pass. 

“You’ve been doing all the work, it’s my turn to make you feel good.” Lifting herself up, she guided his length to her entrance, slowly lowering herself down on him until it was deep inside of her. A groan escaped from San as he felt her warmth wrap around him once more. 

Hands resting at his chest, her hips began moving back and forth. San light a breathy moan, eyes closing as his head tilted back. 

“That’s it baby, just like that,” his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

His hands slid up from her thighs, gliding over the soft curves of her hips, then up the line of her waist until his palms were resting across her stomach and ribs. He moved slowly, savoring the feel of her skin. 

When his hands reached her chest, he cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Her breath hitched at the contact, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she kept grinding against him.

His gaze dropped to the places he’d marked her earlier, hickeys blooming on the soft swell of her breast and scattered along her neck. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, pride flickering in his eyes at the sight of his work. 

“You look so good with my mouth all over you,” he murmured, rolling his thumbs over her nipples again. “I love seeing you like this.”

Lia kept the pace steady, rolling her hips with purpose, letting the full length of him drag inside her with each slow grind. She watched his face, the way his jaw clenched, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting with every moan.

She shifted her position, lifting herself up just enough to adjust her stance, planting her feet flat on the mattress as she settled into a deep squat over him. 

San caught on instantly, lifting his knees so she could reach back and brace her hands against them for support.

Their eyes locked, his wide with anticipation, hers dark with intent.

Then she started to move, slow at first, her body rising and sinking, her slick warmth swallowing him deeper with every drop of her hips.

San groaned beneath her, his hands sliding up to grip her waist as her pace began to build. Her thighs flexed, movements turning into a steady bounce, the sound of skin meeting skin getting louder, wetter, filthier.

Her moans grew louder, the way his cock hit deep with every drop driving her wild. It was one of her favorite positions, because of that exact feeling.

“Fuck…” he breathed, watching her ride him with hungry eyes, his hands tightening their grip on her as if anchoring himself to the moment.

San's eyes darkened as he watched her ride him, her body bouncing beautifully, her moans growing louder with every drop. But he wanted more, needed more.

In one swift motion, he sat up, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. Lia barely had time to catch her breath before he started thrusting up into her, hard.

“Ah- San!” she yelped, her nails digging into his shoulders as the sudden intensity stole the air from her lungs.

He gritted his teeth, his hands holding on tight to her waist, holding her in place as he pounded into her from below. The sound of their bodies meeting was loud and wet, echoing through the room along with her desperate cries.

“F-fuck, San-!” she moaned, head falling back as pleasure surged through her in waves. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. “Say my name again,” he growled into her neck. She gasped, clinging onto him. “San, oh my god- please don’t stop!”

San kept thrusting up into her, rough and deep, his grip on her tightening with every snap of his hips. She could barely breathe, every movement hit her just right, sending electric shocks through her core.

“San-fuck, I’m so close,” she cried, her body trembling against him. “Don’t stop. Please.”

His pace faltered for just a second as he groaned into her shoulder, his breath ragged. “Lia… I’m close too, fuck I need to pull out-”

She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her, eyes wild with need.

“No,” she gasped, grinding down hard on him. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill. Cum inside me, baby. I want to feel it. Please.”

That broke him.

San’s hips slammed up into her harder, faster, chasing that final high. Her walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, tighter, until he was cursing her name and burying himself inside as he came, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.

Lia gasped at the feeling, the warmth of his release triggering her own, her body shaking as her climax ripped through her.

They stayed there for a moment, bodies tangled, skin slick, their breath the only sound between them. Lia’s face buried against the crook of his neck. They both tried to steady their breathing.

San's arms loosened, but he didn’t let go. He pressed gentle kisses along her shoulder.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice low and warm.

Lia gave a lazy little nod as she pulled her face back resting her forehead against his, still catching her breath. “More than okay,” she whispered, her lips brushing his.

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lip. No urgency this time. Then another, longer one.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked quietly, his thumb brushing over the small of her back.

She giggled, nuzzling into his neck. “You’re sweet for asking…but no. You wrecked me- in the best way.”

San chuckled, a little smug, but his touch stayed gentle as he rubbed slow circles against her back.

After a moment, Lia pulled back just slightly and looked down between them. “I’m definitely leaking,” she said with a playful scrunch of her nose.

San glanced down and laughed softly. “You said you wanted to feel it.”

“I did.” She kissed his jaw.

He ran his fingers up her spine, then gave her hips a squeeze. 

“Let’s get you washed up then, hmm?”

She nodded, climbing off of him. 

After the shower, Lia walked over to her duffle bag, opening it to take out a change of clothes and look for her keys. San came up from behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he peeked into her bag. 

“You don’t want to sleep over?”

Her head turned toward him. “Well I don’t want to keep your friends out of the room or be too much of an inconvenience.”

“You won’t be, we already talked about it, they’re okay with you staying if you’re comfortable with it, Wooyoung can sleep on the couch anyway.” 

“I guess I’ll stay then.” She gave him a smile.

San smiled and gave her waist a light squeeze, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Good,” he said. “Didn’t really feel like letting you go.”

Lia turned in his arms, raising a brow. “Yeah? You just wanted someone to warm the bed, didn’t you?”

San smirked. “That too.”

She shook her head with a soft laugh and stepped over to her duffle bag, digging through it for a moment before sighing. “I didn’t bring anything comfortable for sleeping in.”

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You can borrow a shirt.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he said, already moving toward his suitcase. “I’ve got plenty. You want one that smells like me or one that doesn’t?”

Lia gave him a look. “You did not just ask that.” Her eyes rolled as she slipped into a clean pair of underwear.

San grinned and tossed her a soft, oversized black tee. “It’s clean. Might be a little long on you, though.”

“Perfect,” she said, already pulling it over her head. It hung past her shorts like a dress, sleeves swallowing her arms a bit.

“Looks better on you,” he mumbled, not really meaning to say it out loud.

She caught it but didn’t comment, just gave him a faint smile before slipping into the bed. San climbed in beside her, texting his members that they could come back whenever before tossing the blanket over both of them. The two snuggled up into each other.

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Handle with Care (One-Shot/nsfw)

Title: Handle with Care Rating: R/NSFW (18+ only) Characters: San (Ateez), Lia (Fem!OC) Contains: Powerplay, rough sex, long sex, dom/sub, light choking AO3 Synopsis: He’s a K-pop idol with a dominant streak. She’s a nurse assistant who doesn’t back down—and definitely doesn’t blush easily. When a minor injury puts San in her care, neither of them expects the chemistry to hit harder than the fall that brought him in. She's hot, mouthy, and dangerously good at getting under his skin. He’s used to control—but with her? Control was never part of the plan. Authors note: I took me a few days to write this and I was supposed to go through and fix stuff but I got lazy (I have a bad habit of fixing up while I'm writing) anyway enjoy. Word Count: 11298

“Your vitals are looking good today miss Judy,” the girl removed the pressure cuff off of the older woman sitting up on the hospital bed. “Have you ordered your dinner yet?” The older woman nodded her head and smiled at the younger lady. 

“Yes I did, you’re always such a sweetheart to me, Lia, I appreciate it.” Lia smiled back and shook her head “It’s nothing to thank me for! I’m here to make my patients happy.” Lia grabbed her vitals machine and left the room. 

Lia was finally done with her rounding for the start of her night shift. She was a nurse assistant at one of the bigger hospitals in L.A studying to become a nurse. Although it was a career she chose because she wasn’t sure what kind of career she wanted.

She wanted to be a choreographer but she felt that that would be a tough career to be successful in, she had a tendency to doubt herself at times so she decided to go with the safer route of becoming a nurse. After all she did also love to help people and working as a nurse assistant convinced her to give it a shot, seeing the nurses around her working hard inspired her. 

Lia walked into the supply room and made her way towards the water dispenser. Over there she saw one of the other aides, named Sarah, sitting at the window sill watching some videos.

“You’re getting viral on tiktok, you already have like 60K views on your one dance video! And it’s only been like a week since you put it up.”

Lia shrugged as she grabbed a styrofoam cup, filling it with ice and water before turning to to Sarah “I mean, it’s just 60K, not a big deal, there’s people who have more,” Lia acted nonchalant about it but she was actually really excited about those numbers. 

The most views she had gotten before that for anything was only about 8 thousand views. She took a sip of her water as she slid up next to her friend to take a peek at the view count. 

“Click on the comments- wait, am I tripping?!” Lia gasped, covering her mouth as she read at the bottom of the video “NCT Mark reposted this video” Lia was shocked, she never thought that the Mark Lee of NCT would repost her dance challenge video of their song “Walk”. Sarah looked up at the girl “What? What’s wrong?” Lia pointed at the screen “Mark reposted it! Oh my god, I’m gonna freak out…”

“Is he a member of that group you did the cover for?” Sarah asked and Lia nodded “Yes! No wonder I got so many views! I can’t believe this…” Sarah wasn’t really into KPOP like Lia was, she’s heard of BTS before and heard about other groups through Lia but was always supportive despite not having a big interest in KPOP. 

Lia barely had a moment to breathe. Between checking on patients and handling last-minute calls, her shift was moving fast. She hadn’t even had time to check her phone since finding out Mark of NCT of all people had reposted her TikTok dance cover of their song. The notification was still sitting there, unopened, teasing her.

But that had to wait. A new patient had just arrived.

"Hey, Lia," one of the nurses called. "Can you get the vitals on the new admit? VIP patient. Some Korean idol. Injured his ankle during their concert."

Korean idol? I wonder who? But Lia didn't have time to ponder on it. She grabbed the vitals machine and headed toward the room.

Pushing open the door, she put on her best smile. "Hi there! I’m Lia. I’ll be your Nurse Assistant tonight, so if you need anything, just let me know."

The man sitting on the hospital bed looked up from his phone, and wow.

Lia had seen attractive men before. But this man was on another level. 

Dark hair, soft lips, and eyes so intense they made her pause for half a second longer than she should have. His hospital gown did nothing to hide the definition in his arms and broad shoulders. The way he held himself, relaxed, like he owned any room he walked into. And yet, there was a soft and gentle aura about him. 

San noticed her staring. He smiled, his eyes turning into a crescent shape, his dimples appearing to greet her as well.

Lia felt a warmth in her chest.

"Nice to meet you, Lia," he said, voice low, smooth, with just a trace of an accent.

She busied herself wrapping the pressure cuff around his arm. Damn, even his forearms were sculpted. She pressed the start button and tried not to let her hands linger.

"You look familiar," San mused, tilting his head as he studied her.

Lia froze for a second. Did he recognize her? That wouldn’t make sense.

"I don’t think so," she said, glancing at his chart. "They told me you’re a K-pop idol, but I’ll be honest…I don’t recognize you."

San put a hand over his heart, gasping in mock offense. "That hurts. Do you even listen to K-pop?"

Lia grinned, she loved talking about K-POP. "Of course! I’m a huge fan of GOT7 and NCT."

"So… not Ateez?"

Oh.

Lia felt a little bad when she saw his pout. "Well, I haven’t had time to check out new groups-"

San let out an exaggerated sigh and shook his head. "I get injured, might not be able to perform for the rest of the tour, and now I find out my nurse assistant doesn’t even know who I am. This night keeps getting worse."

Lia laughed when she realized he was just teasing her, shaking her head. "Wow. You’re really dramatic, huh?"

San grinned. "Only sometimes."

Lia sighed, crossing her arms. "Alright, fine. Give me a song recommendation. I’ll listen to it the second I get my break."

San didn’t hesitate to drop the name of their latest song. “Ice on My Teeth.”

Lia’s lips parted. "Ohhh! I know that song! Wait- isn’t that the one people mishear as ‘Ice on my titties’?"

San blinked. "...What?"

Lia covered her mouth with her hand. Shit. I really just said that out loud.

"Um. It’s a thing on TikTok," she explained, laughing awkwardly. "People are saying it sounds like you’re saying ‘ice on my titties’ instead of ‘ice on my teeth.’"

For a second, San just stared at her. Then, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

"That’s actually really funny," he admitted. "So you're saying... every time I performed that song, people thought I was singing about-"

"Yup." Lia couldn’t stop laughing now. "And I’ll be honest, after hearing it, I can’t unhear it."

"Great. Now I won’t be able to unhear it either."

Before Lia could reply, the nurse walked in. "Alright, time for me to do my admission for you," she said, nodding at Lia. "You’re good to go."

Lia turned back to San. "Need anything before I go?"

San’s eyes stayed on her for a moment longer than necessary. Then, his smile turned into a somewhat smug one.

"No, I’m good," he said. "For now."

Something about the way he said it sent a small shiver down Lia’s spine.

As she walked out, she could still feel his gaze on her.

◆ ◆ ◆

“San! My baby, oh how I’ve missed you so!” The man dramatically cried out as he entered the room, throwing himself into San’s arms hugging him tight. San let out a laugh, reciprocating the hug. “I’ve only been gone a couple of hours, Wooyoung. How was the rest of the concert?” 

“Yes but it felt like an eternity,” Wooyoung sighed before pulling out of the hug to sit on the chair beside the bed. “It was good, felt weird without you there for the rest of it- how’s your ankle by the way?”

“It’s nothing too serious, I was told to rest as much as possible and to not stand on it too long.”

“So you won’t be able to perform for a while?”

San shook his head “I need to take it easy, but I wonder if they’ll let me still participate by at least singing my parts…” he was disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to perform on stage with his members for what seems like could be the rest of the tour. He didn’t want to let it put him down though. 

He decided to change the subject. 

“By the way,” San leaned back against the pillows, smirking slightly. “I have a really cute nurse assistant.”

“Not you ogling the employees,” Wooyoung sighed, shaking his head. “Have some decency, man… What does she look like?” 

San chuckled at how fast Wooyoung went from scolding him to curious. “Well, she’s got long, dark, silky hair… gorgeous cat-like brown eyes… and these pretty, plump pink lips…” He licked his own lips as he pictured her.

“Damn, you’re down bad, huh? Now I really wanna see her. You should call her in.” A mischievous grin formed on Wooyoung’s lips.

San’s brows furrowed and shook his head. “Nah…”

Wooyoung leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Call her in- I wanna see if she’s as hot as you say.”

San scoffed. “What? No. That’s so weird.” He paused. Then added, under his breath, “…even though I kinda want to.”

Wooyoung hummed, lips pursing in thought. When he got an idea he grinned, sitting up straight.

“How about we take a short walk, and point her out to me when you see her?” 

San nodded agreeing with the idea. He had wanted to get a change of air anyway. He moved to the edge of the bed and Wooyoung got up to help him up. He allowed San to lean against him so that he didn’t put too much weight on his ankle when they walked. He led San out of the room and they began slowly walking down the hall towards the nurses station.

San stopped as they got closer and gestured toward a girl leaning forward against the counter, speaking and laughing with the nurses sitting down behind the counter. Both San and Wooyoung’s eyes roamed her body. San was appreciating her curvy figure, and her smooth warm toned skin. 

“Damn she’s hot- and she’s got a nice ass?!” Wooyoung exclaimed excitedly. San smacked Wooyoung on the back of the head “Shut up you’re being too loud.” Wooyoung rubbed the back of his head and gave him a pout “Why? It’s not like she understands Korean, we’re good.” San sighed, eyes going back towards Lia, who was now making her way towards them.

As she neared the two boys, her eyes narrowed with authority, and the air seemed to shift. Her body language was a lot more confident compared to earlier. 

“You two need to quiet down,” she said, with a firm tone. “People are trying to sleep, it’s 11pm. And,” she glanced intently at San, “aren’t you supposed to be resting that ankle?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, the movement emphasizing her curves, raising an eyebrow as if daring them to argue.

San’s gaze lingered on her, his lips twitching into a grin. She wasn’t backing down- he liked that. Something about her bossy tone, the way she stood her ground, made him want to see how far that confidence went. It was definitely different from earlier where she seemed a little more nervous.

He was intrigued by her.

…

San was lying in his bed scrolling through TikTok after Wooyoung had left. He didn’t have anything better to do. That’s when he came across a video of a girl doing an NCT dance cover. He had seen this same video earlier in the day but this time he paused because he immediately recognized the girl as Lia, his nurse assistant. “I knew I recognized her from somewhere.” 

He watched a couple more of her dance videos, appreciating her skills and the complete control she had of her own body when she danced. He put his phone down in his lap and grabbed the call light, pressing the button. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Yes, can you please send Lia in here?” 

“Yes, Sir one moment.” 

A couple minutes later he heard a knock on the door, he looked up at Lia as she opened the door and walked in. “Well that was fast,” He adjusted himself on the bed to sit up. “Yeah I wasn’t busy so here I am, what’d you need?” Lia asked as she closed the door behind her. 

“So I figured out where I’ve seen you before.” 

Lia tilted her head, brows furrowed in confusion then she remembered earlier when he told her that she looked familiar. 

“Oh, I’m going to be honest, I thought you were just trying to flirt when you said that.”

San let out a small laugh “ Oh no! I wasn’t flirting- I mean, not that I wouldn’t flirt with you-” 

“Oh so you don’t think I’m pretty? What a shame,” she sighed dramatically, looking down at the floor, pretending to sulk. 

San fell for the act, immediately feeling guilty.

 “Oh no no! That’s not what I mean, I would definitely flirt with you, you’re a very beautiful girl!”

Lia let out a small giggle, lips forming into a grin “I was teasing you, dumby,” San felt his face turn red from embarrassment. He had to admit that she got him good. 

“So, where have you seen me before?”

San cleared his throat and opened his phone, gesturing for her to come closer as he pulled up her video that blew up. Lia moved closer and leaned against the bed rails to look at his phone. “I saw this earlier today when Mark reposted it,” Lia felt herself blushing, she couldn’t believe that two big K-POP artists had seen her video so far. She had looked up ATEEZ earlier in the night and learned about them a bit and they were definitely bigger than she expected. 

“It’s very good! You’re a great dancer, you have great control over your movement and flow.” 

Lia didn’t expect to be fed so many compliments, she covered her face as she felt herself blushing harder. She didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t used to being praised so much. She was used to it when it came from Sarah since all she did was hype her up all the time. But this was different. Not only was a famous idol, but he was a great dancer as well.

When he saw her blushing he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she looked. “So cute.”

Lia lowered her hands and gave him a playful glare, trying to recover her cool. “Of course I’m cute, and of course I know how to dance. I went to classes for it and I dance whenever I have the free time. And I’m confident to say I can probably throw it back better than you.”

San shrugged with a small smirk, his voice a touch deeper now. “I mean... I’m not not saying that.”

She laughed, the tension was now easing down as she regained her composure and confidence. “Also, I do hope to become a choreographer someday, so it’s nice to know I’m leaving an impression.”

“Trust me, you are.” San held her gaze for a moment, then leaned back into his pillows. “Do you ever teach classes or anything?”

“Not yet. I post online mostly, sometimes I’ll post tutorial videos, but maybe someday. If you need a few tips let me know, maybe I can teach you a few things. If you can keep up that is.” She teased.

That cocky little edge in her voice made him grin. “Oh? You think I can’t?”

“I don’t know... can you?”

San’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Is that a challenge?”

“It might be,” she replied with a shrug, biting down on her lip. Dancing was definitely not what was going through her mind though.  “If you ever wanna test it out, I’m just a text away.”

The air between them shifted just slightly.

He sat up a little more, unlocking his phone screen and opening up to the dial up page on the phone app. “Alright then. Give me your number. You know, for... dance purposes.” He said, handing her his phone. 

Lia arched her brow. “Oh, of course. Strictly professional.” She took his phone and typed in her number, giving herself a ring so she could save his number on her own phone before handing it back to him. 

“Obviously,” he teased, putting his phone down.

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It was around 7:30 a.m when San heard a knock on his door. He let out a soft groan, shifting his bed before opening one eye to take a peak at who was entering his room. A lady carrying a meal tray greeted him “Good Morning, sorry for waking you, your breakfast is here,” she set down the tray on his table then left the room. 

San stretched in the bed, a grunt leaving his lips as he did. He sat up on the bed, reaching over to the bedside table, unplugging his phone from the charger. Seeing as he had a few new text messages he unlocked his phone. He had a few messages from his members but the one that caught his eye was from Lia. A small smile appeared on his lips. 

He immediately tapped on the message. 

Lia: Hey sleeping beauty, you should probably keep down your snoring, you’re causing earthquakes out here.

Lia: I’m staying over a couple hours from some overtime, also you’ll be getting discharged soon so I’ll be here just in case you need help getting out of here in one piece ;). 

San let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. He put his phone down and pulled his table closer to himself and began digging into his breakfast. 

When Lia walked into the room she didn’t realize he would topless. He had taken off the gown before bed since it was uncomfortable for him. She let out a small exaggerated gasp, hiding her eyes behind her hands, but still peeking through her fingers. 

“Oh my, you’re titties are out.”

San laughed and flexed his chest. “Why? Does it bother you?” 

Lie put her hand down “Hmm…no, but you know what’s missing?” 

“What’s that?”

“The ice.” She grinned, proud of her joke referencing his song. 

He just stared at his, brows slightly furrowed. He looked unimpressed. 

“Hey it wasn’t that bad of a joke,” she sighed and grabbed his tray off his table when she saw he had finished what he was eating “I’ll come back in a minute to help you get your things together, hopefully when I come back you’ll be more awake to laugh at my great jokes.” She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

He gave her a pursed smile. 

“Oh and can I get some towels so I can shower?” Lia nodded. 

◆ ◆ ◆

“Okay let’s get that bandage off your ankle,” Lia set down the towels and shampoo on the end of the bed. San was already sitting at the edge of the bed while he was waiting for her. She squatted down in front of him and gently lifted his ankle as she began to unwrap it. 

To Lia she was just doing a simple action and thought nothing of it. But other things were racing through San’s mind. 

He couldn't help but picture her in between his legs, doing very, very not-so-innocent things to him with that pretty little mouth of hers. 

He cursed under his breath and mumbled to himself in his native tongue. “Shit, you’re making me lose my mind,” Lia heard what he had said. She held back a smirk. Lia understood and spoke Korean pretty fluently. She had been studying the language for a couple of years now as she had a dream to maybe one day move there, also because she was tired of waiting for subtitles for the things she wanted to watch. 

His words were all the confirmation she needed, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. And now, she had the green light to tease him a little. 

She set the bandage aside on the bed. Though she’d finished unwrapping his ankle, she didn’t move from where she was squatted in front of him. Slowly, she looked up at him with wide puppy-dog eyes, her brows knit and lips slightly pouted. 

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, “I didn’t mean to drive you crazy like that.”

“It’s oka--” San cut himself off, his eyes gazing down at hers as he realized what she had said. “Wait a minute, you understood what I was saying?” Her pouty lips now formed into a coy smile.

 “Mhm,” her eyes didn’t leave his, except now they gleamed with something bolder, more confident. Her fingers grazed along the tops of his knees, sliding teasingly up his thighs, just enough to fluster him. 

“I heard what your friend said too, while you guys were checking me out. Which, by the way, my friends noticed.” 

She stood then, casually dusting off her hands like nothing had happened.

San’s face flushed red with embarrassment, but he quickly straightened up, regaining his composure. That sudden switch in her energy flipped a switch in him too, something competitive. He was very interested in where this would go. 

“Let’s get you into that shower.” 

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San had pressed the call light in the shower to get help back to his bed. At the moment, he wasn’t wearing anything but a towel wrapped low around his waist.. He may have “accidentally” forgotten to tell her to bring his clothes from his bag earlier when she brought the towels in. So when she stepped into the bathroom, she found him standing there. Wet, shirtless, and very well sculpted. Water still clung to his skin, dripping slowly down the ridges of his abs. Her eyes lingered for a second too long.

Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth before she even realized it. God, she thought. I want my hands all over him.

San noticed the way her gaze traveled over him—and a smug smirk tugged at his lips.

“Like what you see?”

Lia blinked, snapping out of it, and rolled her eyes. “Please,” she said, walking toward him. “You couldn’t manage to put clothes on?”

He shrugged, leaning into her as she looped her arm around his waist. “Forgot them. Bag’s by the bed.” 

As they took their first step, San suddenly stumbled forward, pressing into her. Lia instinctively caught him, wrapping both arms around his torso as his weight shifted, pinning her back against the cool wall behind them.

His hands braced on either side of her head, caging her in. Water droplets clung to his skin, and his face hovered just inches from hers. She looked up, breath caught, still holding onto him.

“You okay?!” she asked, half in concern, half in disbelief.

Then she saw it. The playful glint in his eyes. The smirk. The little shit had done it on purpose.

“I’m good, baby. And you?”

Her heart skipped. Baby. The way it rolled off his tongue was dangerous.

Lia gave him a light smack to the chest, pushing him back. “How about we get you dressed, hmm?”

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Lia re-entered the room later to find his friend, Wooyoung, from the night before there along with one other man. She greeted them, learning the other man was the group leader named, Hongjoong. She handed San his discharge papers and asked him to give her his leg so she could put on the ankle brace he was to be wearing when he needed to be walking.

“I’m about to clock out in a minute, make sure to do as the doctor instructed, okay?” Once she finished placing the ankle brace she took a step back and gave him a smile

“Oh and make sure to call me if you need any help with anything, I’ll come take care of you.” She was now speaking in Korea, and she turned to Wooyoung “And I know I have a fatass but it’s very rude to stare.” She just had to tease him. 

Wooyoung was shocked to learn she speaks Korean and began fumbling with his words “w-wait? You speak Korean? Since when? What?!” His face was now flushed from embarrassment. Hongjoong was confused. 

“Since a few years now, you really should listen to San and speak more quietly next time, yeah?” She let out a small laugh “I’m gonna go now, I really need to get some sleep, bye now.” She gave them a wave and left.

Hongjoong immediately asked the boys what had happened and San explained the night before. Hongjoong smacked Wooyoung in the back of his head and shook his head in disappointment. Wooyoung whined and complained and Hongjoong continued to scold him while San laughed at them.

◆ ◆ ◆

San’s ride back to the hotel was spent entirely texting back and forth with Lia. It was a lot of flirting and teasing. Lots of teasing. Before heading to sleep and telling him goodnight, she decided to send him a very spicy image of herself standing in front of the mirror with nothing but her towel after her shower. Her wet hair framing her face beautifully, her breasts barely being held back by the towel as it hugged her frame perfectly, showing off her every curve. 

He had a hard time getting her off his mind. Her photo would pop into his head every now and then but he was with his members and couldn’t do anything about it. It drove him crazy. All he could think about was tearing that towel off and discovering how she tasted, every inch, every curve, every sound she’d make under him. He wanted to bend her over every surface in sight. 

Later that night while he was watching a movie with his members, Wooyoung, Mingi and Hongjoong, San subconsciously grabbed his phone and opened up her messages. He stared at her photo longer than he intended to. 

“Damn, San, she’s hot as fuck!” San flinched and locked his phone screen instantly “You scared the shit out of me Wooyoung.”

Mingi and Hongjoong’s attention was immediately turned to the two now as they made their way onto the bed next to San “We wanna see too, you got a new girlfriend?” Mingi grabbed San’s phone but snatched it back from him.

“Ohhh…is it the girl from the hospital?” Hongjoong smirked at him. 

“Maybe…”

“I want to see what she looks like! Wooyoung kept talking about how hot she was the other night.”

“I’m not showing you the picture, Mingi, she sent it for my eyes and my eyes only.”

“So…when are you guys gonna fuck?”

Hongjoong smacked Wooyoung in the back of the head “Don’t ask inappropriate and personal questions like that Wooyoung.”

Hongjoong faced San again “So are you guys going to fuck or nah?”

Wooyoung looked bewildered. “You just told me not to ask and you go and do this?! I got hit for nothing?” 

“I’m the Captain,” Hongjoong grinned. 

“Well?” Mingi didn’t blink, waiting for an answer.

San sighed, fingers brushing through his hair.

His eyes met with Hongjoong’s. 

“Tonight. I’m kicking you guys out, you’re gonna hang out next door with the others before she gets here.” 

“Damn, never thought I’d get kicked out by San.” Wooyoung dramatically sighed. 

“Do you have condoms?” Hongjoong asked.

“No, can you go grab me some? Maybe get us some drinks, wine maybe?”

“Ooooh, we’re setting up the mood too?” Hongjoong quickly grabbed his wallet, dragging Mingi with him to the door to go with him. 

Meanwhile San began sending a text to Lia.

San: Hey Miss Nurse Assistant, I want to take you up on your offer, I need you to come take care of me…

1 hour later…

Lia: Anything for my patient <3 Just tell me when and where

San: Now, at this address <attached address> 

Lia bit her lip at how straight forward he was. She decided to play into his dominance for a little bit.

Lia: Yes, Sir…any specific uniform you want me coming in?

San smirked.

San: Nothing too fancy just in case it gets…damaged…

Lia: Got it, I’ll be there before you know it. 

Lia was instructed to meet Wooyoung by the hotel gym so she did. Wooyoung was there in a black hoodie, hood over his head. Lia herself wasn’t wearing anything crazy, just a pair of white track shorts and loose pink Cropped T-shirt with her long hair tied up in a ponytail, her bangs framing her face. 

He led her up to the room San was waiting for her in. Wooyoung smiled at her and unlocked the door, opening it wide for her before gesturing towards the room “After you my lady.” Lia bows her head at him and steps inside, Wooyoung closes the door behind her “I’ll leave you two to it.” She can hear his chuckle as the door shut completely. 

“He didn’t have to be so weird about it,” she muttered under her breath as she slipped off her shoes and set her duffle bag down, shaking her head with a small smile.

“I’m in here.”

She studied the room. It was a suite with a king sized bed and queen bed and in a corner there was a small mini kitchen and on the other side there was a sofa chair and a couch, where San was sitting. He was wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweats. Greeting her with a bright smile. She of course smiled back and made her way to him going in for a hug. 

“You came pretty quick.”

“Yeah there wasn’t any traffic and you weren’t far.”

She sat down on the chair across from him. He gestured towards the bottle of peach flavored Stella Rosa on the coffee table. “Wine?”

“Ooh, yes please, that’s my favorite.”

“Good.” He opened the bottle, pouring two glasses of wine and handing her one. 

They clinked their glasses before taking a sip. After a little bit of chatting and a few sips of wine, when there was a moment of silence San took a moment to appreciate how good she looked even when wearing something as simple as track shorts and crop top. His eyes moved down to her thick thighs, tongue swiping at his bottom lip as he appreciated them. He could tell she worked out. 

Lia noticed him basically dressing her down with his eyes. A smirk played on her lips.

“So,” she broke the silence, leaning back against the chair, her arms crossed under her chest while still carefully holding onto her glass so as to not spill her drink. She then crossed one leg over the other.

“Since I’m here to take care of you, you should tell me what you need, you know…so I know how to help.”

The soft and smiley San was now gone. His facial expression changed along with his entire aura. Something more intense. He raised a brow, the corner of his lip moving into a smirk. 

He leaned back against the sofa, gesturing with his finger for her to come to him.

“First, why don’t you come and show me how you would take care of me?” His voice was deeper now and his tone was authoritative. 

Lia felt tingle up her spine. She loved how he wasn’t hesitant to show his dominance. But Lia was stubborn, you could say she was a bit of a brat. She wanted to see how far she could push him, if he would let her dominate her, or more like if she could take control of the dynamic. She wanted to hear him whimper and beg just as much as she wanted to get on her knees for him. 

She stood up and took the last sip of her wine, though she didn’t swallow. 

San’s eyes followed every movement she made, the tension in his body growing with every second she stayed silent.

She placed down the glass and continued to move towards him. He could feel the heat between them thickening. His jaw clenched, fingers twitching slightly against the arms of the chair. God, he wanted to grab her, pull her into his lap and devour her right there. But he waited.

Her gaze locked with his, smug and steady. Slowly, teasingly, she climbed into his lap, straddling him with calculated ease. Her hands glided up his chest, fingertips grazing every curve of muscle, until one rested on his shoulder and the other gently cupped his face.

San’s breath hitched.

His eyes never left hers for a moment as he anticipated what she had planned. Her thumb was now slowly swiping over his bottom lip as she brought her face close. His lips parted. 

Her lips hovered over his for a moment before letting the wine spill into his mouth from between her lips. San was surprised for a moment, not expecting to have a liquid pouring into his mouth. He swallowed the wine, a short deep chuckle leaving his throat. She smiled, her lips still hovering over his.

His lips moved forward to press up against hers but she pulled back slightly. He raised a brow and went forward again but she once again pulled away, letting out a soft giggle. He quickly realized she was teasing him. 

Of course, how could he forget that she’s a tease? 

He gripped onto her waist, giving her a firm yet gentle squeeze, tugging her in closer against his own body. “You need to stop playing around so much,” his eyes darkened. 

“No no,” she smirked, shifting in his lap, finger resting at his chin as she lifted his head up “you invited me to take care of you, and you asked me to show you how I’d do it,” she leaned her face closer to his ear, speaking softly yet firmly, making sure to set the tone of who’s in control now. 

“So be a good boy and let me show you, baby.” 

That flipped a switch in San. Just those words alone coming from her lips made San decide back down from his fight for control over her and let her take control. He was curious where this would go. 

“Yes, Ma’am…” 

She let out a giggle, pulling back to take a good look at his face. His eyes changed. They were less on edge, much…softer. 

“Good boy.”

She felt his cock twitch beneath her. She cupped his face, hooking a thumb on his bottom lip guiding him to open his mouth for her. 

“Let me see that tongue of yours,” without hesitation, San let his tongue slip out of his mouth for her. She grabbed his tongue with her fingers, her thumb rubbing against it “you’re such a good listener, Sannie,” her ego was definitely boosted. She was proud of herself, after all she won. She let go of his tongue but was quick to grab it between her lips.

She sucked on it for a moment before pushing past his tongue with her own, and into his mouth. Her tongue began exploring, their tongues swirling and dancing against each other. She gripped onto the front of his shirt, her hips now moving against his. His hips of course responded, moving up against her.

Her lips parted from his and began to kiss down his jawline to the nape of his neck where she gently sucked on being careful to not leave a mark. San let out a soft moan. 

Her lips parted from his neck, leaving a trail of warm breath as she pulled back, just enough to look into his eyes. She cupped his face again, gently running her thumb across his flushed cheek.

“You sound so pretty when you moan for me, baby,” she purred, dragging her lips just barely across his. “But don’t get too comfortable… I’m not done playing with you yet.”

Her hands slid down his chest, nails grazing lightly through the fabric of his shirt, feeling every ridge of muscle beneath. She stopped at the hem, toying with it, lifting it an inch, then letting it fall again. The tease in her eyes was dangerous.

“You want me to take this off?” she asked, voice low, sultry. San nodded eagerly.

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” he breathed. “Please… take it off.”

She smiled when he begged, pressing a soft kiss to his ear. 

“That’s what I like to hear, you’re being so good, baby.”

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. He lifted up his arms to allow her to get it off more smoothly. She tossed his shirt to the floor before taking a moment to appreciate his muscles. She bit down onto her bottom lip at the sight of it, fingers tracing down his chest and over his abs. 

“I wonder if you’re as strong as these muscles make you look…” she teased, dragging her nails ever so lightly down his torso again, stopping just above the waistband of his sweats.

San let out a quiet breath, watching her, his jaw tight.

Lia smirked. She could tell she was driving him crazy, and she wasn’t done yet. She leaned in, brushed her lips against his, and whispered, “You’re being so well-behaved… starting to wonder if maybe you like being told what to do.”

San’s brow twitched. That little edge in her voice. Cocky, bratty. It hit a nerve.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw again, sweet and slow, but then she suddenly tugged at the drawstring of his sweats, giving it a quick playful snap and biting her lip. “Or maybe…” she purred, “you just don’t know how to handle me.”

That was it.

Before she could pull back, San’s hand shot up to grab her wrist.

“You think I don’t know how to handle you?” he said, his voice low and dangerous now, his gaze darker than before.

Lia blinked, her breath hitching. The look in his eyes made her stomach flip.

In one swift movement, San stood up, flipping their positions effortlessly and pressing her back into the couch. His body hovered over hers now, muscles flexed, his hands gripping the armrest behind her as he caged her in.

“You’ve had your fun, baby,” he growled softly, his face close to hers. “But you just made a mistake.”

Lia swallowed, chest rising and falling a little faster. “What mistake?”

He smirked, leaning down until his lips were barely an inch from hers.

“Thinking I’d let a pretty little brat like you stay in control.”

Then his mouth was on hers, kissing her with intensity..This was hungry. Dominant. His hands slid down her thighs, gripping them firmly as he pulled her hips flush against his.

Lia melted beneath him. He definitely knew how to take control. Seems like she wasn’t the only one playing games. He was holding back the entire time. 

This made her excited.

She wrapped her leg around him and rolled her hips against his but he quickly pushed her hips down, firmly holding down. His lips parting from hers. 

“I was trying to be good for you,” he growled softly, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her thigh, spreading her open just enough to remind her who was in charge now. “But you clearly want me to ruin that sweet little attitude of yours.”

Her face was flushed red, she felt her core pulsating. 

God, he’s so fucking hot.

“Oops…?” She bit down on her lip, a playful look in her eyes. 

“Oops?” He raised a brow. 

She grinned playfully, tongue sticking out from between her teeth slightly. 

“That’s not how someone takes responsibility and apologizes, princess,” he placed his knee between her thighs, pressing it up against her warmth. A hand reached up under her cropped tee and underneath the wire of her bra. He groped her breast, giving a squeeze before taking the nipple between his fingers, giving it a pinch. 

A small squeak escaping her lips. 

“That was cute, but I didn’t hear an apology.”

He pinched again but this time a little harder. 

She covered her mouth instinctively, muffling her moan. She mumbled a quiet “sorry”.

He grabbed her hand tugging it away from her face, pinning it down above her head before giving her nipple another pinch. 

“I couldn’t hear you, Princess, what’d you say?”

She squirmed underneath him. “I-I’m sorry, Sir,” her eyes glazed over with lust. He smirked at the sight of her. He knew he was completely in control now. She was all his to take. 

“Good girl.” 

Lowering his head, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and began kissing down her flesh. 

“You don’t mind if I mark you, right?” He mumbled against her warm skin.

“You can mark me all you want.”

He didn’t hesitate to act upon her green light. His lips latched onto her skin, tongue dancing against it as he sucked on the skin. Another moan escaped her lips, hips arching up against his thigh that was between hers. She began to rub herself against him. He let out a small but deep chuckle as he felt her get desperate for him. He could feel her breath grow heavier as her chest rose up and down. 

His lips pulled away from her neck, a trail of saliva leaving his lips. He licked it off her neck as he gripped on her top, lifting up off of her and tossing it to the ground, his hand then snaking in beneath her back, feeling for the clasp on her bra before unhooking with one swift move. 

Lia pushed the bra off of herself, letting it fall to the ground. 

“Gorgeous.” San commented. His lips were now trailing slow kisses from her collarbones down to the center of her chest then over one of her breasts. He sucked on it long enough to leave a mark before moving to her nipple to give it some attention. 

Lia bit down on her lip as another moan escaped from her “San…” 

His tongue flicked against her bud “Hmm?” He hummed, sucking a little harder as his hand found its way to her other breasts to give it a squeeze. 

She grabbed his other hand and led it down into her track shorts and over her hot wet core, pressing it against her panties so he could feel how wet she was for him. 

San smirked. 

He swiped his tongue over her nipple one more time before parting his lips from it. He hovered his face over hers. 

“My baby girl is so wet for me,” he hummed, fingers gently, teasingly rubbing her. She locked her eyes with his, basically pleading for more with them as she let out a whimper

He chuckled, knowing the look in her eyes all too well. He pushed her panties to the side before sliding his middle finger between her slits, rubbing against her wet juices “What does my baby girl want me to do, hm? Tell me.” He gently grazed his finger over her clit, teasing her. 

Another whimper escaped from her. 

“Stop teasing and fuck me with your fingers,” she huffed, hips squirming in eagerness. 

His brow raised “Are you asking me, or telling me?” His voice deepened, his hand finding its way around her neck gently squeezing to test the waters. Her eyes became playful again, a coy smirk forming on her lips when she felt his hand around her neck. 

“Telling you.”

He gives a slightly tighter squeeze as a warning. “I don’t think I heard you right, can you repeat that?”

“I was telling you, to fuck my pussy with you-” She was cut off when he squeezed around her neck harder. She let out a gasp followed by a moan, eyes rolling to the back of her head. 

“Mm…” he kissed her ear and let out a growl “We say please and thank you around here, Princess,” he pressed a soft kiss on her ear “understand?”. She nodded, barely squeezing out the words “Yes, Sir.” 

He loosened his grip around her neck. 

“Now.”

He gazed into her eyes. “What were you saying?”

“P-please, Sir, please fuck me with your fingers-” She begged. 

“Good girl.”

He slipped two fingers into her, pumping them in and out of her, the pace increasing when he heard her whimpers. 

He caressed her face with his free hand, thumb playing at her lips “Mm, look at you looking all pretty for me, squirming and making cute little noises, all for me,” his eyes didn’t leave hers, half lidded, full of hunger for him. “Just a cute little horny mess for me, look at you, it’s almost pathetic.” A softly chuckled, sliding his thumb into her mouth. 

Her lips latched onto his thumb and she began sucking on it. “Good girl.”

His fingers began moving with more intensity inside of her, you could hear how wet she was. His fingers curled forward, finding her sweet spot, triggering a series of moans from her as he repeatedly hit her spot. She grabbed onto the pillow behind her head gripping onto it hard, her back arching up . 

He abruptly stopped, pulling his fingers out of her. “You can’t come yet.” He licked and sucked his fingers clean with a hum “So sweet…” her cheeks flushed. 

He pressed his lips against hers in a deep kiss, tongues dancing against each other. Without breaking the kiss he slides an arm beneath her lower back, pulling her to sit up. 

His lips parted from hers “On the floor, on your knees.”

As she moved off the sofa, finding a position on the floor, San also fixed himself on the sofa, sitting in front of her with his legs spread out, a tent was formed in his sweats. Lia positioned herself between his legs, her eyes falling to his bulge. Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip before she bit down on it. She looked up at him with big eyes, pleading silently for his next command. 

His head tilted as his eyes met with hers, brow raised, smirk forming at the corner of his lips. 

“Hungry?” 

She nodded her head “Can I, Please?” 

San pushed his pants and boxers down just low enough to free his hard throbbing cock. He gives a nod, gesturing towards his cock. 

“Eat up.”

Lia’s eyes broke away from his, appreciating the sight of him for a moment. 

Her fingers wrapped around his girth, slowly stroking him. The way he was just so damn hard for her gave her a bit of ego boost. She leaned forward, looking back up at him “You’re so hard for me, I must really drive you crazy huh?” She let out a giggle as she let her tongue start teasing the tip. 

He didn’t respond this time, just gave her a stern look with his brow raised. That’s all he needed to do. She understood not to tease him more. For now.

Her lips wrapped around his tip, sucking on it for a bit before lowering her head, taking him deeper into her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down,  the hand still wrapped around him stroking him more. He let out a low, husky sigh. 

“Atta girl…” 

His arms rested up on the head of the sofa as he watched her enjoy herself. 

She pulled her head back, looking up at him with a small smirk “wanna see what I can do?” 

San looked at her curiously. He hummed in response. 

“I promise I won’t disappoint you.” 

She took his length back into her mouth, slowly lowering her head, taking in his entire length deep into her throat until there was no more to take in. She paused there and let out a “how’s that?” hum. 

San cursed under his breath. His hand found its way to the top of her head, resting against it. 

 When she got her answer through his reaction she began to bob her head up and down again, tongue moving against him. But it wasn’t enough for San. He wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers. He knew she could take it, after all she showed him she could. 

He grabbed her by her ponytail and pushed her head down, holding it in place. His hips began thrusting up as he fucked her throat. She let out soft hums and moans against his cock, only gagging a little as a couple of tears streamed down her face. She loved the rough treatment though, it only excited her more. She slipped her hand down her panties, pleasuring herself. 

The sounds she was making pushed San to an edge, a deep growl emitting from his throat. 

“Fuck, Lia, you’re such a fucking whore, taking my cock like that…” 

She let out a hum in response, squirming at his words. He gave a few more thrusts into her throat but slowed down and stopped when he felt himself get closer to his climax. He didn’t want to finish just yet. 

He pulled her head up and caressed her face, wiping her tears away with his thumb. 

“You doing okay, princess?” 

She nodded her head and he smiled at her “Good. You did so good.” He praised. 

He got up on his feet, taking the rest of what he was wearing off. “Follow me,” before she could stand he shook his head “on all fours.” 

She bit down on her lip, putting her palms to the floor and followed his lead behind him. He was so into his head space he couldn’t feel the pain in his ankle. It was completely out of his mind. Once they reached the mini kitchen area he grabbed a bottle of water. He was feeling parched and he was sure she was too. 

He drank from the bottle before turning to her. She was sitting patiently on the floor on her knees, hands in lap. He brought the tip of the bottle to her lip. “Drink.” 

She nodded and did as told. 

He put the bottle up on the counter before extending a hand to her. She took his hand and stood up as he lifted her, his arm smoothly snaking around her waist pulling her flush against his body, his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. His lips pressed hard against hers as he began to devour her sweet lips. Her arms loosely wrapped around his neck. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become so heated and sloppy. 

“Take your shorts and panties off,” he said between kisses “and then bend over the counter for me.”  Lia let out a playfully hum as if she was thinking about it.

“What if I don’t, what’re you gonna do about it?” he felt her smirking in the kiss. 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that and give you a chance to say something else.”

She pulled her face back to look up at him. Tilting her head she let out another hum “Hmm…make me.” His eyes darkened. 

Bending her over the counter, he pulled down her shorts along with her panties, letting them drop to the floor. His hand gently ran over her ass before lifting his hand and giving it a firm smack. She let out a cute yelp, jumping up slightly.

“You really like to push my buttons, don’t you?” he landed another one and she bit down on her lip. 

“Are you going to be good now?” She didn’t answer. It was in her nature to be a little defiant, bratty. He landed another smack on her ass, this time a little harder.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl. Now spread your legs open, I want to see that wet pussy of yours.”

Lia did as told. She spread her legs apart for him, still leaning forward against the counter. San lowered himself to the ground, hands gripping onto her thighs. His tongue slid between her folds, finding its way to her clit. She whimpered in response, pursing her lips together. He teased her and sucked on her nub a little longer before guiding his tongue to her entrance. He spread her open with his fingers, pushing his tongue deep inside her. Letting out a hum as he tasted her sweet juices.  

“Your tongue feels so good inside me…” She whined.

His tongue moved inside her, exploring her warm, wet cavern. He soon replaced his tongue with his fingers. Slowly sliding them into her, but soon picking up the pace in his movements. She moaned, clutching onto the edge of the counter. He pressed a few kisses against her thigh before sucking on one spot. Fingers moving rougher inside of her. Her legs were now shaking as more lewd moans escaped her lips. 

“Fuck, San, I’m gonna cum.” 

San looked at the mark he left on her thigh, smiling proudly at himself. “Then cum for me.” 

He curled his fingers against her walls, fingers moving more intensely. Her hips jolted forward, a much louder moan emitting from her lips as she reached her climax. San gave a low chuckle.

“You’re so loud, Princess, my members can hear you next door if you’re not careful.” He pulled out his fingers and brought them to her lips for her to taste herself. “Oh? What if I want them to hear me? Hear how good you can fuck me…” She took his fingers between her lips, sucking his fingers clean. 

“Hmm…you know what, baby? Be as loud as you want.” He positioned himself behind her, rubbing his cock against her wet pussy. San liked the way she was thinking. He liked the idea of them being heard. It’s not like the boys didn’t already know what was going on. 

San held onto her waist and pushed his length deep inside of her. Her walls quickly adjusted to him. He didn’t move though. 

“Fuck yourself, baby, use my cock like it’s your toy.”

Lia obeyed and started moving her hips back and forth against him, her breathing growing heavier as she let out small whimpers. San looked down at her smirking as he watched her fuck herself with his cock. “Mm, look at you, you just came for me and you still want more?” Lia let out a small whine in response. 

“Can’t help it…you’re so fucking hot,” her movements became more desperate for him “and god, you feel so good inside me.” 

He wrapped her ponytail around his hand, gripping onto her hair, pulling her head back towards him as he firmly gripped onto her hips. He dipped his face down and pressed his lips against hers into a sloppy kiss as he began thrusting his own hips into her. She rested her hands against the edge of the counter, keeping herself pushed back to not fall forward and break the kiss. 

She became noisier and louder. The noises she was making emitted a deep groan from San. They both soon broke the kiss to catch their breaths. San let go of her hair and she fell forward against the counter. San was now holding her hips with both his hands as he slowed down his movements. He pulled himself back, leaving just the tip in before thrusting hard and deep inside of her. 

“F-Fuck!” she yelped, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. He repeated the motion a few more times, each thrust deliberate, relentless, then picked up the pace again, hips snapping against her.

“Fuck, fuck- San, I’m gonna cum again-” He could feel her walls tightening around him, pulsing with need.

But he didn’t stop. He chased it, kept thrusting through her high, his name falling from her lips in broken gasps as her second climax hit hard. Her thighs trembled. Her body arched into him.

Only then did he pull out, breath ragged, his cock slick and twitching.

He wrapped a hand around himself and stroked, slow at first, then faster, chasing his own release. His eyes stayed locked on her, on the curve of her spine, the way her body still trembled from the aftershocks.

With a deep, guttural moan, he came. Thick, hot streams spilling across the small of her back, marking her with every pulse of pleasure.

For a moment, all he could do was breathe. Then, reaching over to the counter, he grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped her down. His touch gentle.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

Lia turned around to face him, leaning back against the counter. They were both catching their breaths, their bangs sticking to their foreheads from the sweat. “Are you tired already?” She teased, poking at his chest. 

He raised brow “I have a lot of stamina and energy, I don’t tire easily.” He smirked. 

“What about you? Giving up already?” 

Lia returned the smirk “Absolutely not,” her arms snaked around his neck “I want you to fuck me in every corner of this room, San, and I want to make sure your friends here me scream your name.” San gripped tightly onto her waist. 

Fuck she was so hot. So horny.  

“Are your members in the room over on that side… or this side?” she asked, gesturing toward the two opposite walls.

San nodded toward the one where the beds were pressed up. “That side.”

A devilish grin spread across her lips. She took his hand in hers and guided him toward the opposite end of the room, where the sounds would echo less. Her back hit the wall just beside the bed, and she pulled him in.

Arms wrapped around his neck, she whispered, breath hot against his lips, “Let’s show them who’s whore I am tonight.”

San let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding down to grip her waist. “I like the way you think.”

He kissed her, slow and deep, letting the heat build again between their lips. When she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, he didn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, he hoisted her up, her back pressed to the wall, both legs now clinging to him.

As he pushed himself into her again, slow and deliberate, she let out a lewd moan, her body still overstimulated from her last release. Her head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut, and San groaned into her neck as he kissed and licked the soft skin there.

Their moans filled the room, along with the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting. Her slick coated his cock with every thrust, making it all the more intense.

Eventually, San carried her over to the bed, setting her down gently before crawling over her, ready to take her again, but Lia had other plans.

Before he could do anything else, she pushed him down onto his back, straddling him in one smooth, confident motion.

A smirk tugged at her lips. 

A low chuckle rumbled from San’s chest, his hands sliding up to grip her thighs as her hips rocked back and forth, her slick heat grinding against his cock, coating him with every pass. 

“You’ve been doing all the work, it’s my turn to make you feel good.” Lifting herself up, she guided his length to her entrance, slowly lowering herself down on him until it was deep inside of her. A groan escaped from San as he felt her warmth wrap around him once more. 

Hands resting at his chest, her hips began moving back and forth. San light a breathy moan, eyes closing as his head tilted back. 

“That’s it baby, just like that,” his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

His hands slid up from her thighs, gliding over the soft curves of her hips, then up the line of her waist until his palms were resting across her stomach and ribs. He moved slowly, savoring the feel of her skin. 

When his hands reached her chest, he cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Her breath hitched at the contact, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she kept grinding against him.

His gaze dropped to the places he’d marked her earlier, hickeys blooming on the soft swell of her breast and scattered along her neck. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, pride flickering in his eyes at the sight of his work. 

“You look so good with my mouth all over you,” he murmured, rolling his thumbs over her nipples again. “I love seeing you like this.”

Lia kept the pace steady, rolling her hips with purpose, letting the full length of him drag inside her with each slow grind. She watched his face, the way his jaw clenched, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting with every moan.

She shifted her position, lifting herself up just enough to adjust her stance, planting her feet flat on the mattress as she settled into a deep squat over him. 

San caught on instantly, lifting his knees so she could reach back and brace her hands against them for support.

Their eyes locked, his wide with anticipation, hers dark with intent.

Then she started to move, slow at first, her body rising and sinking, her slick warmth swallowing him deeper with every drop of her hips.

San groaned beneath her, his hands sliding up to grip her waist as her pace began to build. Her thighs flexed, movements turning into a steady bounce, the sound of skin meeting skin getting louder, wetter, filthier.

Her moans grew louder, the way his cock hit deep with every drop driving her wild. It was one of her favorite positions, because of that exact feeling.

“Fuck…” he breathed, watching her ride him with hungry eyes, his hands tightening their grip on her as if anchoring himself to the moment.

San's eyes darkened as he watched her ride him, her body bouncing beautifully, her moans growing louder with every drop. But he wanted more, needed more.

In one swift motion, he sat up, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. Lia barely had time to catch her breath before he started thrusting up into her, hard.

“Ah- San!” she yelped, her nails digging into his shoulders as the sudden intensity stole the air from her lungs.

He gritted his teeth, his hands holding on tight to her waist, holding her in place as he pounded into her from below. The sound of their bodies meeting was loud and wet, echoing through the room along with her desperate cries.

“F-fuck, San-!” she moaned, head falling back as pleasure surged through her in waves. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. “Say my name again,” he growled into her neck. She gasped, clinging onto him. “San, oh my god- please don’t stop!”

San kept thrusting up into her, rough and deep, his grip on her tightening with every snap of his hips. She could barely breathe, every movement hit her just right, sending electric shocks through her core.

“San-fuck, I’m so close,” she cried, her body trembling against him. “Don’t stop. Please.”

His pace faltered for just a second as he groaned into her shoulder, his breath ragged. “Lia… I’m close too, fuck I need to pull out-”

She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her, eyes wild with need.

“No,” she gasped, grinding down hard on him. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill. Cum inside me, baby. I want to feel it. Please.”

That broke him.

San’s hips slammed up into her harder, faster, chasing that final high. Her walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, tighter, until he was cursing her name and burying himself inside as he came, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.

Lia gasped at the feeling, the warmth of his release triggering her own, her body shaking as her climax ripped through her.

They stayed there for a moment, bodies tangled, skin slick, their breath the only sound between them. Lia’s face buried against the crook of his neck. They both tried to steady their breathing.

San's arms loosened, but he didn’t let go. He pressed gentle kisses along her shoulder.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice low and warm.

Lia gave a lazy little nod as she pulled her face back resting her forehead against his, still catching her breath. “More than okay,” she whispered, her lips brushing his.

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lip. No urgency this time. Then another, longer one.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked quietly, his thumb brushing over the small of her back.

She giggled, nuzzling into his neck. “You’re sweet for asking…but no. You wrecked me- in the best way.”

San chuckled, a little smug, but his touch stayed gentle as he rubbed slow circles against her back.

After a moment, Lia pulled back just slightly and looked down between them. “I’m definitely leaking,” she said with a playful scrunch of her nose.

San glanced down and laughed softly. “You said you wanted to feel it.”

“I did.” She kissed his jaw.

He ran his fingers up her spine, then gave her hips a squeeze. 

“Let’s get you washed up then, hmm?”

She nodded, climbing off of him. 

After the shower, Lia walked over to her duffle bag, opening it to take out a change of clothes and look for her keys. San came up from behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he peeked into her bag. 

“You don’t want to sleep over?”

Her head turned toward him. “Well I don’t want to keep your friends out of the room or be too much of an inconvenience.”

“You won’t be, we already talked about it, they’re okay with you staying if you’re comfortable with it, Wooyoung can sleep on the couch anyway.” 

“I guess I’ll stay then.” She gave him a smile.

San smiled and gave her waist a light squeeze, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Good,” he said. “Didn’t really feel like letting you go.”

Lia turned in his arms, raising a brow. “Yeah? You just wanted someone to warm the bed, didn’t you?”

San smirked. “That too.”

She shook her head with a soft laugh and stepped over to her duffle bag, digging through it for a moment before sighing. “I didn’t bring anything comfortable for sleeping in.”

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You can borrow a shirt.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he said, already moving toward his suitcase. “I’ve got plenty. You want one that smells like me or one that doesn’t?”

Lia gave him a look. “You did not just ask that.” Her eyes rolled as she slipped into a clean pair of underwear.

San grinned and tossed her a soft, oversized black tee. “It’s clean. Might be a little long on you, though.”

“Perfect,” she said, already pulling it over her head. It hung past her shorts like a dress, sleeves swallowing her arms a bit.

“Looks better on you,” he mumbled, not really meaning to say it out loud.

She caught it but didn’t comment, just gave him a faint smile before slipping into the bed. San climbed in beside her, texting his members that they could come back whenever before tossing the blanket over both of them. The two snuggled up into each other.

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Chapter 1 - Intro

Chapter 2 - Mark

Chapter 3 - Johnny

Chapter 4 - Jungwoo

Chapter 5 - Yuta

Chapter 6 - Haechan

Chapter 7 - Jaehyun

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NCT 127 Dorm Maid MASTER LIST (nsfw/smut)

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Chapter 5 - Yuta

Chapter 6 - Haechan

Chapter 7 - Jaehyun

Chapter 8 - Doyoung

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Blacked Out CH. 1

(This story is being reposted from my original page to here, moving all my stories to here! Here is the original) Title: Blacked Out Characters: Jinyoung, Jay B, Fem-OC Rating: 18+ Master List Next Chapter Summary: Yuna is just a girl who wants to live her life to the fullest as much as she can. She's a hard worker who still likes to have fun. That is until she blacks out at a party and wakes up in a strangers bed. She didn't remember a single thing. Did she get taken advantage of? Will this event unravel her life into a mess?

Yuna woke up groaning as her head was pounding “Fuck I must have drunk too much,” she slowly opened her eyes but quickly covered her eyes with her hands as the sunlight hit her face. She let herself adjust to it before putting her hand back down and sighing “Ugh my brother is gonna give me a lecture for drinking so much,” She reached for her phone on the beside table but didn’t find it “where did I put it...” she sat up and checked under her pillows and blanket before she froze in her place. She rubbed her eyes as she stared at the black and white bed set, she then looked over the room finally realizing that was in fact, not in her room. 

“Okay...okay, Yuna, calm down, did I let some dude take me home? Oh god,” she took a few breaths to calm herself before slowly climbed off the bed “Who did I come home with? Shit I can’t remember anything at all...” She walked over to the bedroom door and slowly opened it, peaking into the living room, when she saw that there was no one there she stepped out and looked around, admiring the large space “Damn this guy must be loaded...” she looked around the large apartment admiring the art and furniture. Her favorite part was the kitchen, it was a large kitchen with an island, her dream kitchen she always wanted to have.

She remembered she didn’t have her phone on her and decided to go back and see if it was in the bedroom. As she walked towards the room the bathroom door suddenly opened before her and a man walked out. He was taller than her and super gorgeous with a sharp jawline she swore could cut her if she dared touch it. His eyes were piercing into her as he stared at her, but she was preoccupied by his wet body that was only covered at the waist by a towel. She gulped, her heart racing as her mind went into so many places it shouldn’t be. 

“You’re awake, feel free to take a shower, I left a towel in there for you.” He said as he grabbed the towel around his neck and started drying his hair with it while making his way towards his room. He stopped midway “I have some hangover medicine on the kitchen counter, you should drink it.” His face seemed neutral the entire time.

Yuna was confused at how calm he was. She walked into the bathroom and washed her face, she thought about taking his offer to shower but she felt awkward. She never felt comfortable taking a shower in other peoples homes if it wasn’t someone she was close to. 

She stepped out of the bathroom, deciding it’s better to just go home but she needed her phone to call for someone to pick her up. She went over to the room the man had gone into and knocked on it. He soon opened the door, he was dressed this time, though he hadn’t buttoned up his shirt, his bare chest just calling out to Yuna, she quickly averted her eyes and tried to look him in the eyes but he was so intimidating. She couldn’t keep the eye contact.

“Do you...have my phone?”

He moved passed her and walked over to the the TV stand unplugging a phone from the charger before walking over to her and handing it to her “I charged it for you since it was dead." 

“Oh thanks...” Yuna really didn’t know how to act or what to do, she felt so awkward but she needed to ask him about last night “Um...” for some reason she wasn’t able to continue her sentence, so many thoughts ran through her head and all she wanted was to remember what happened, this was her chance to find out.

“Do you need a cab? I can get you one.” He asked, his eyes not wavering as he gazed at her. 

“Uh no no! That’s fine I can just call my brother! Thank you anyway!”

Yuna panicked and bowed her head to him before rushing out of the apartment. She found the elevator and made her way down and out of the building. “Ugh I’m so stupid why did I panic?” She scolded herself before turning her phone back on to find over a hundred calls and texts on her phone from her brother “Shit I’m definitely dead meat.” She let out a sigh before giving him a call back. There was barely even a chance for the phone to ring once before it had already been picked up “Where the fuck have you been?!” She flinched when he yelled “Jaebeom...listen, it’s a long story, kind of, can you pick me up?” 

“You had me seriously worried, where are you? I’m coming right now.” 

“I...don’t know actually, give me a second,” she looked for the name of the apartment and at what was nearby “I’m by an apartment building called Paragon Apartments...there’s a cafe in front of it and a book store...”

“Okay, I’m on my way, don’t go anywhere.” Jaebum hung up the phone. 

Yuna began to slowly pace back and forth as she tried to remember the previous night. She had gone to a party one of her co-workers was throwing for his birthday, she didn’t know the guy very well but she got an invite to go and she thought this could be a chance to meet someone cute. But aside for talking with a few co-workers and having a couple of drinks she couldn’t remember anything else. She looked up at the building she had come out from, cursing herself for always getting cold-feet when it came to confrontations. 

A black car soon pulled up by the curb behind her “Yuna!” She turned around and walked towards the car, she opened the passenger door and got in, putting her seat belt on “Thanks, Jaebeom...” she mumbled. He was still parked, staring at her “Do you have any idea how scared I was?” Time for a lecture she thought to herself “I went to pick you up from the party but you weren’t there, someone told me they saw you leave with some guy and you looked drunk as hell, you said you weren’t planning on drinking so much.” Yuna looked up at him and shrugged “I wasn’t...I don’t remember what happened, but I’m pretty sure I only had 3 drinks, but I guess I had more...” 

“You blacked out?”

“I guess so, i don’t remember anything,”

“Did you get the last drink yourself or did someone give it to you?”

“Someone gave it to me, someone I danced with...”

“You idiot, you should never take drinks from someone else especially not someone you don’t even know, he tried to drug you that’s why you blacked out!”

Yuna clenched her fists “I don’t care if you scold me, but can you not call me an idiot? I’m confused okay, I don’t remember what happened, I don’t know if anything happened, how do you think I feel waking up in a strangers bed with no recollection of how you got there?” It was all finally sinking in for her. She realized she probably was violated and she can’t even identify who did it. Jaebeom reached a hand out and grabbed her hand “I’m sorry, I’m not angry at you, I didn't mean to go off. I’m just upset...are you okay? Was the guy home when you woke up?” She nodded her head, her head lowered as she looked down at her lap “Was he the one who gave you the drink?” she shook her “So a different guy drugged you and then this guy took you home? Did he say anything?” 

“No, he just told me if I wanted to I can take a shower and he had hangover medicine for me sitting on the counter...he even offered me a cab, he acted as if nothing happened and I panicked when I wanted asked him about why I was there...” Jaebeom then moved his hand to stroke her hair “Are you hurt anywhere? Are you feeling okay?”

She shrugged “Let’s go home...”

He shifted gears and began driving home towards their apartment.

Once they arrived back to their apartment and pulled up to the front of the building Jaebeom looked over at his younger sister. “Go take a shower and I’ll go get us something to eat, okay?” He said, giving her a gentle smile. Yuna nodded and unbuckled her belt before getting out of the car and heading up to their apartment while Jaebeom made his way towards a nearby restaurant.

Yuna kept trying to force herself to remember that night, while also thinking about all the things that could have happened. What if that man was the one who drugged her? What if he was just a pretentious asshole who sees no big deal in drugging girls and using them, maybe that’s why he was so calm acting as if nothing unusual happened. It killed her to not know. The whole situation had triggered her anxiety and she didn’t know what to do, but she didn’t cry. She tried to calm herself by using some breathing techniques she learned from her therapist once. It helped her a little bit.

Around the same time she finished showering and getting dressed her older brother Jaebeom got home and began setting the table with the food he had ordered. “I got some soup for you and fried chicken.” He said as they both sat at the table. They ate quietly the whole time. When they finished eating and cleaning up Yuna had decided to go to her room but Jaebeom grabbed her hand and looked down at her before pulling her into chest into a tight hug.

That’s when she was able to finally cry. She hugged him tight and began sobbing against her older brothers chest. He stood there silently, letting her cry it out as he rubbed her back.

Jaebeom was two years older than Yuna, he always took care of her since they were young, despite the regular old sibling fights they always had, they still cared for each other a lot. They were very close, they were each others best friends. Everything Jaebeom did was to support her. After their parents had died when he was 20 and she was 18 in a car accident he did everything in his power to take care of her and eventually invested in a club which was now a successful one, he ran the club with one of his childhood friends. With the money he earned he helped his sister finish college. Yuna was of course thankful for everything he did for him, she worked hard not to be a disappointment to him.

She was a very smart girl, thanks to that she graduated with high scores and continued to get her masters. She had interned with a big company which recommended her to a bigger company. Because of this she was quickly accepted as an accountant at Samsung at the young age of 24. Needless to say Jaebeom was proud of her but he didn’t know she had jealous co-workers. He didn’t know there was rumors of her sleeping her way up to such a big company like that. But Yuna ignored all of it, but she did hate how everyone was immature. Of course not everyone believed the rumors or hated her. She was a friendly and open person.  

When the weekend was over and Yuna had to get to work she couldn’t help but be anxious as she walked in towards her desk. What if everyone knew she was drugged and taken home by some man? She was worried there could be rumors that would get her fired.

She sat down at her desk and began to work, when the woman working at the desk beside her came around “Hey, Lim Yuna,” she whispered “I saw you go home with a cute guy last night." Yuna tensed up and she became anxious, hoping she wasn’t going to say something bad, she looked up at her co-worker “Who was he? Was he good in bed? Ugh you’re so lucky you landed such a hottie!” Yuna let out a sigh of relief “Um, I don’t know, nothing happened between us, I was just drunk and he got me a cab...” she lied. She didn’t want to brag about sleeping with that man when she didn’t know what happened. When she doesn’t know if he was a good or bad person. 

“Oh that’s sweet of him, did you at least get his number?”

Yuna shook her head and the lady pouted, shrugging before going back to her desk. The day seemed pretty quiet and thankfully no one has brought up anything about her and the party. During her break she had a light lunch before walking around, she had wanted to find the man who invited everyone to his party to ask him about the guy she had been with that night but at the same time she was scared to do it. 

“What if he knows what happened and makes fun of me?” she let out a big sigh before heading back in to the building to the elevators.

As she stepped out of the elevator when it reached her floor she hadn’t realized there was someone behind her until she heard a voice.

“That’s sexual harassment, don’t make me report you.”

Yuna heard these words and blinked before turning around. Her eyes widened when saw the man from the other morning standing there with a tight grip on another mans wrist. The other man seemed familiar to her as well but she didn’t recognize him. The man pulled his arm away letting out a scoff before walking away. 

Yuna’s gaze was still on the familiar man’s face. She never thought she would see him again. At least not here.

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