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REQUESTED: “a secret within a secret” [ateez: seonghwa ft woosan]

(do not read if you are UNCOMFORTABLE with this type of content)

genre: SMUT

ficstyle: bulletpoints + series  [PART 1] [PART 2] [SPECIAL]

request: “ ARE YOU GONNA MAKE A PART THREE FOR THAT WOOSAN SMUT it’s ok if u don’t im just curious but wHEN I TELL YOU I LITERALLY C A C K L E D SO FUCKING LOUD BECAUSE I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE END LMFAOOOOO I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCKKKKK FJDJSBAJDNKSKAKS i was so surprised but it was so good !!! i rly rly enjoy that fic, i wasnt expecting a part two hhhdhdb “

note: THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION AND ISN’T MEANT TO BE PORTRAYED IN ANY OTHER WAY + THIS WAS HIGHLY REQUESTED SO I THOUGHT I WOULD INCLUDE IT AS A SPECIAL + I’ll try to get to the requests in my inbox as soon as I can more ideas for them!!! 

you didn’t know how to enter into your classroom the next day 

was it because you couldn’t look at your teacher’s desk knowing what you did San and Wooyoung?

or was it because your young and hot teacher found out that you were fucking with other guys on HIS desk?

all of the above; would be the right answer 

you were usually the first one in class but you couldn’t be alone in the same room with your teacher after what he told you yesterday 

you stood outside the classroom waiting for more of your classmates to walk into class before entering 

San and Wooyoung cocked a smile when they saw you

“hey there, kitten”

“hey there, baby girl”

they both said at the same time, causing them to look at one another 

“kitten fits her better!”

“Y/N told me that she likes baby girl better than kitten!”

they started to yell; causing everyone to look outside to where you were, including your teacher, Mr. Seonghwa Park

you tried to quiet them down before your teacher could step outside your classroom

Mr. Park placed his hands on their shoulders, “I’m sure you don’t want the whole school knowing what you call Ms. Y/N, right? you should get to your class on time~”

the boys rubbed the back of their necks in embarrassment

San pinches your cheek before leaving, “see you after school~”

Wooyoung had to 1-UP San so he pecked you on the cheek before dragging San by the arm

“polyamory relationship, Ms. Y/N? you don’t strike me as the type..” your teacher speaks softly only for you to hear as he shoos your classmates back into class 

“I’m not in a relationship…��� you murmured; it was said out loud but you weren’t expecting your teacher to be so interested in your love life

Mr. Park turns to cock a brow at you, “interesting..”

and with that, he started class and you had to push any unnecessary thoughts aside to focus on school 

every time that your mind was clear from all distractions, you would catch your teacher staring at you

you nervously look away when he would lick his lips as he kept eye contact with you; he’d pull out his chapstick so other students wouldn’t suspect any reason for him to constantly lick or bite his lips other than having “dry, irritated” lips 

it was like you were ready for that bell to ring for lunch; the moment you heard it you tried to bolt out of your seat and out the door

“Ms. Y/N, please come meet me in my office please,” Mr. Park announced 

you furrowed your brows as you sighed in compliance 

Mr. Park’s office was on the third floor at the end of the hall

you had 60 minutes of lunch; it took less than 2 minutes to get there 

you felt chills sent down your spine as you heard your teacher lock the door behind him

his room was dim from the curtains that shield the place from the light outside; it was fairly organized

“so, Ms. Y/N, what will you do for me?” he asked as he grazed his hands on his desk 

“I-I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Park..” you lied

your teacher waves his phone in your face, “you know exactly what I mean..”

you tried to take it from him but he raises his phone over his head, way to high for you to reach without getting on the table 

“we shouldn’t even be doing this.. you’re my teacher…” you couldn’t hold eye contact with your teacher 

true; it was extremely good-looking and you weren’t the only one who had secret fantasies with him 

but he was a well-respected teacher; one of the youngest teachers in the country; he was at most only a couple years older than you 

he leans forward so that he’s face to face with you, “so are you saying that you’d be okay with it if you weren’t my student?” 

…

you couldn’t help but keep silent 

“I guess I’ll just turn it in to the board then..” he shoves his phone in his pocket before walking to the door 

you grabbed onto his sleeve with teary eyes, you were scared, “please don’t..”

Mr. Park sighed before turning to you, “maybe I’m just being selfish.. I grew up too fast, excelled in academics without living through school for the experiences.. so when I saw those heartbreaking troublemakers take you away from me, I just got jealous….”

you couldn’t believe what you just heard, “take me away from you?”

your teacher kept his eyes on you as he cleared his throat, “I’ve always noticed you..I was the one to notice you first.. but you always saw me as a teacher and only a teacher..and you know..”

he closes in the distance between you and the wall behind you, “I’m not that much older than you.. and if any of this really bothered you, you would’ve made a scene against me..”

he tips your chin up to look at him, “can I show you how much I’ve wanted to be with you?”

you didn’t know what to say or do; you started to tremble with confusing fear

“I never want to make you uncomfortable, I just let my jealously cloud my-” you interrupted him by pulling his lips onto yours by his tie 

he was quick to return the action by pushing his tongue into your mouth 

neither of you frantically wrestled to take off any clothes that were in the way 

your teacher peppered a constellations of kisses from your lips down to your faint love marks from Wooyoung as he took the time to unbutton your uniform

“M-Mr. Park-”

“Seonghwa,” he said, returning his lips onto yours, “call me Seonghwa..”

“Seonghwa,” you mewled, “ we don’t have a lot of time-”

Seonghwa smirks at what you were trying to get at, “I bet I can finished what I started.. if not, I still have all the time in the world after school~”

he picks you up and places you, back flat, onto his desk

he pushes you skirt up, leans into your pulsing heat

at this point you were impatient for any attention for pleasure, you were sure that he was going to rip off your panties and dive his tongue right into your pussy 

but he catches you by surprise

you could see his bare his teeth to nip your panties

you could hear him take a big whiff of your essence as he pulls off your panties, by the teeth 

he lets the panties fall from his mouth and shoves it into your mouth 

“you’re gonna have to try to be quiet if you don’t wanna get caught,” he leans in next to your ear; not taking the time to warn you that he’s going to shove his fingers into you at a rapid pace

your sounds were kept to a muffle because of your makeshift gag

your hands held onto his wrist to at least slow him down, but he wouldn’t budge by your touch 

his fingers were scissoring into you as he uses his thumb to apply pressure to your clit 

the moment Seonghwa catches you throw your head back and clench around his fingers, he pulled away

you started to tear up from the dissatisfaction of not being able to cum 

Seonghwa licks your tears off of your face, “you’ll get there, I promise you..”

he looks up at the clock, “I got more than enough time to get you there..” he sucks on his fingers that were covered with your wetness, “okay?”

you nodded, but you were still impatient, so you pulled him into you by wrapping your legs around his waist 

Seonghwa unbuckles his belt and leans forward to tighten it around your wrist, “I know how much you love to act like you’re in control, but that’s not what I’m gonna let you do today. you’ve been quiet a tease, kitten.. or should I call you baby girl?”

you shivered at your pet names as Seonghwa pulled out his cock

if it weren’t for your gag, your drool would’ve been escaping the corner of your mouth 

it was a heavenly combination of San AND Wooyoung’s cock combined; long, thick and veiny 

you could feel your eyes roll back as he pushed his way into you 

“I should call you a slut for all those guys that you used for pleasure, huh?” he grunted as he gained speed, filling the room with repetitive, lewd sounds   

Seonghwa didn’t give you time adjust as he began rut in and outside of you 

he didn’t even falter when you began to clench around him

it caused to you cum before he did; your body shook as waves of orgasm hit you and rippled through every nerve of your body 

but Seonghwa didn’t stop, causing you to wring by overstimulation 

he saw that, he truly didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, so he leans into the crevice of your neck as he continued to jackhammer into you

“ju-just hang in there.. I’m almost-” as if he couldn’t go fast and harder, hitting your g-spot every. single. time, he went past that point you thought was his limit 

you clenched around him once again; felt him bring you over to another round of cumming 

Seonghwa pulls your panties from your mouth and latching his lips onto you, “you’re so perfect, princess.. you’re everything a man ever needs-”

you tear up from cumming quickly for the second time

Seonghwa was so distracted by pumping his overflowing cum into you to realized that until he opened his eyes 

he slows down his heavy breath as he rides out his orgasm; smirking as he sees the damage he’s done on you, “you want to tell me, princess, could San or Wooyoung satisfy you like I do?”

you bit your lower, swollen lip as you shook your head, no

“so,” he pulls you up so that you’re sitting upright; he’s still inside of you, “what do you want?” 

you drew small circles on his chest, not being able to look up at him, “I don’t know..”

Seonghwa scoffs

“how about this,” he pulls out of you and walks to the drawers of his desk, pulls out a pair of panties, “you wear this, since your other ones are completely soaked, and tell me what you want after school, in the classroom?”

you compliantly put it on; you felt like there was something different about the panties but you didn’t think about it 

Seonghwa helps tidy you up; making you look like the perfect student everyone thought you were 

“I’ll see you in class, Ms. Y/N..”

and you were right

the moment Seonghwa returned back to the classroom after lunch, you felt volts of vibrations coming from your panties

you had to lean on one side of your chair to keep it from vibrating against the chair 

Seonghwa had his left hand in his pocket for the whole duration of class; fluctuating the levels between low and high, keeping deprived of a release 

you would look up at him with desperate, teary eyes but he wouldn’t even take a glance at you 

you looked up at the clock and cursed under your breath, “you’ve got to be kidding me..”

somehow you managed to pull through to the end of the day without getting any sort of release      

“see you later, Y/N! hope you feel better!” your classmates waved good-bye as they knew they had to leave you to do classroom duties 

that was when the vibrations stopped; you were finally able to catch your breath 

“kitten~ did Seonghwa-hyung play with you too roughly?”

your eyes widened, you knew that voice 

you looked up to see Wooyoung sit in the seat right in front of you, “I knew I chose the right toy to use on her, Seonghwa-hyung..”

you shook from fear as you looked up at Seonghwa, “wh-what’s going on?”

Seonghwa tosses the remote to San, who turned it up the a relatively high level, “Seonghwa-hyung caught us fucking you on his table over there and got jealous~”

“and so we told him that, we’ll share you..” Wooyoung wipes the drool coming from your lips

“even though I saw you first,” Seonghwa announced as he wrapped his arm around you 

“okay but we fucked her first!” Wooyoung snapped back

“w-wait ho-how did you all-”

San turns up the level up to the highest setting, as he smirks at Wooyoung and Seonghwa

“you wouldn’t know this but.. we’re all brothers,” Wooyoung’s lips traces over yours

“we’re okay with sharing you, but are you alright with being with all three of us, kitten?” San holds you hand and starts to kiss each and every finger

Wooyoung pulls away to glare at San, “she likes baby girl!”

Seonghwa furrows his brows at the younger kids, “she’s a princess and that’s that!”

you were irritated that all of their attention wasn’t on pleasuring you 

you pouted as you spoke up, “you guys talk too much…”

they took that as a cue that you were willing to be shared as long as you were satisfied

End.

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Beg For Me, Pretty Baby - Choi San x Reader

Summary: Let’s just say, the boy next door is loud, very loud.

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: 2000+501

Genre: Smut

⚠ spanking, orgasm denial, praise kink, degradation kink, masturbation ⚠

A/N: I write so much stuff about San I’m- Enjoy 💖

REQUESTS VERY MUCH OPEN

 Moving to a new city was scary. It was a whole new world and you weren’t sure you could handle it, but the fact that your apartment complex, the place you’d now call home, seemed pretty good, put your mind at ease. The apartments were spacious, the view was splendorous, there were no annoying bugs and on top of it all, the neighbors were nice.

  Almost all the neighbours were nice. 

  It’s not that he was rude or behaved poorly, but the man that lived next to you could be… noisy, at times. You’d never seen him, but you’d certainly heard him. Amidst all of the groans and moans, you could already recognize the man’s voice and you already knew his routine: he’d take a shower around 10 PM, and then he’d lay on his bed and jerk off, making sure he was as loud as possible., taunting you with those pretty little sounds, leaving to your imagination how he looked and how he did it. Sometimes you wondered if he did it on purpose, the walls weren’t that thin after all… 

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#ateezchallenge — week one. — bias; choi san ♡

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Hands Behind Your Back

Police Officer!Wooyoung

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: use of handcuffs, oral (male and female receiving), finger sucking, fingering, marking, I don’t think I forgot anything

A/N: Anon I hope you like this and thank you so much :)))) @jongins-sidehoe​ and @okayjoonie​ I thought you two might enjoy this ;) also Woo’s personality is based on the cute cop I know irl so that made this vaguely self-indulgent lmaooo Also my smut skills still aren’t that great :/

You walk across the room, drink in hand, laughing at your friends as they pull out their dorkiest dance moves. “Do you have to embarrass us everywhere we go?” You joke and San freezes, his smile dropping into a serious expression. 

“Oh? You don’t want me to embarrass you? Well, that just means I need to embarrass you more,” he says, bending down to pick you up and hold you sideways in his arms. You scream and move your cup so it doesn’t tilt and spill all of its contents onto the expensive-looking carpet. 

“Be careful with her,” Seonghwa warns, watching the two of you with barely contained laughter.

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“endless possibilities” [ateez: san + wooyoung]

(do not read if you are UNCOMFORTABLE with this type of content)

genre: SMUT + female reader

ficstyle: bulletpoints +  [PART 1] [PART 2]

prompt: you had a little secret and when San and Wooyoung found out, they used it against you + a little surprise at the end 

note: THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION AND ISN’T MEANT TO BE PORTRAYED IN ANY OTHER WAY

“thank you for always cleaning up the classroom every day, Ms. Y/N~” your teacher patted you on the small of your back before leaving

you forced a smile through, hoping that they’d leave as soon as possible 

throughout the whole time, you had the clench your thighs together so that no one could see the slick of arousal right beneath your skirt

you prayed that no one was able to smell the warm heat coming from you 

you desperately struggled to get through the day 

you cursed under your breath for every second that went by; you told yourself that you would show San and Wooyoung that you weren’t a goody two-shoe valedictorian everybody knew 

when it seemed like everyone had left the building, San and Wooyoung found you in your classroom sitting on top of the teachers desk with your legs crossed 

San whistles as his pants get tight at the sight of you 

Wooyoung loosens his tie and unbutton the first couple of buttons of his shirt, “Y/N.. you are just as desperate as we are… aren’t you?”

you sharply exhaled as you rolled your eyes, “hurry up and get over here”

“oooohh..” San and Wooyoung exchanged sarcastically surprised looks at each other before making their way towards you

San circles around the table so that he’s behind you as Wooyoung is in front of you

“I don’t even know what to start with, Woo~”

“the possibilities are truly endless, San~”

“I think kitten’s gotten a little impatient, hasn’t she, Wooyoung?” San smirks as he places his arms on the table, caging you in 

“bet you she’s a virgin-”

“I’m not.. and I’m on birth control..”

“I guess she’s more of a freak than we originally thought, Wooyoung~”

you swiveled around to meet San face to face  

you pushed him back into the teacher’s chair with your foot and scooted closer to grab his hair,  “and yes, this kitten is very impatient so you better use keep those snarky comments to yourself and you better put that mouth to good use..” 

San and Wooyoung exchanged pure faces of surprise at your tone

“yes ma’am~” San pushes your legs apart; he’s instantly intoxicated by your scent, causing him to get to work 

you roll your eyes back into your head

finally feeling some relief after holding in for the whole day 

Wooyoung leans into the table to lick your lingering essence; smiling as soon as he makes eye contact with you

“you really are as sweet as you smell..” he climbs onto the desk and tightly grabs your chest from behind

there was too many things going on; San’s tongued wrapped around your clit and Wooyoung nipping at his previous love marks as he played with your sensitive nipples

you had one hand roughly grasping at San’s roots and you used the other to roughly snap Wooyoung’s head around so that his lips were met with yours 

you three stayed in this position for a moment before you felt an orgasm coming on

you pushed the boys away

they were concerned; scared that they did something wrong 

“you both are getting uncomfortable, right?” you exhaled as you rubbed San’s bulge with your foot and Wooyoung’s with your hand 

both boys started to breathe a little heavier 

patiently waiting for your next move 

you pushed San all the way back into his seat so you could rub your ass on his clothed dick as you turned around to pull Wooyoung closer by his tie

San threw his head back as you kept pressure on his growing cock, which was probably raging with red at this moment 

Wooyoung sat on the edge of the table so that you were facing his dick but you didn’t give him any attention

your hands were on his thick thighs; only for support as you focused on pleasuring San 

Wooyoung has always been a true-sadistic dominant but the way you were salivating for his dick made him want to give you anything you wanted 

he lifted your face by the chin with his finger so that you’d shift your focus on him, “I’m getting tired of waiting.. what am I, baby girl? a support table?”

you smirked at him as you completely wedged San’s raging bulge in between your ass, “a support table with a pair of thick thighs with a side of dick”

Wooyoung cocks his brow as San’s moans echo in the background 

“my dick should be the main course, not the side dish,” he pulls one of your hands off of his tense thigh and on his belt buckle, “if you finish the main course, I’ll give you dessert..”

San got up in a fast motion, as you were unbuckling Wooyoung’s belt and carefully taking out his dick out of his precum-stained boxers; causing you to fall face forward onto Wooyoung’s tender cock

“AH SHIT SAN, WHAT THE FUCK?!”

San took his dick out of his pants, “she’s teasing us too much I can’t take it anymore..”

he lined himself up to your entrance as he applied pressure to your hips

“if you want to wait for her to tease you into submission, go ahead.. I’m making my move now-”

San went all the way into you, making sure that his hilt made contact with your ass; he moved way too fast and way too rough for you to comprehend if it hurt or if it felt good at first 

but the questionable pain soon washed over with pleasure and the sounds of your whimpering moans traveling into the hallways 

San’s dick was of average size and girth; it was quite veiny and when he pushed in and out of you, even at a rapid pace, you could feel every single one of his vein 

Wooyoung ran his fingers through your hair before pulling it back so that you could feel the fury in his eyes, “I’m. Still. Waiting..”

“I’m sorry..” you tried with all your strength to pull as close as you can towards Wooyoung

just visually, Wooyoung’s penis was different than San’s

it was an average size but he was oh-so thick

you were worried that you couldn’t fit him in your mouth; let alone anywhere

but you had to persevere 

you latched onto his dick with your mouth and Wooyoung finally felt satisfied to get some sort of pleasure

you could feel his dick getting harder and harder in your throat

your eyes welt up with tears as you fought through your gag reflex

“I don’t think she deserves this good fucking since she’s been so catty with us.. she’s definitely enjoying this too much.. “ San managed to say through breathy moans and groans 

Wooyoung pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail back, so that you were still working on sucking on his dick and looking up into his piercing eyes at the same time, “I think we’ll use her as we please as long as she doesn’t get anything out of it, if you know what I mean..”

San doesn’t say anything but goes faster and harder than before causing you to lurch forward deeper around Wooyoung

the vibrations of your moans made his hips match San’s speed 

their sounds combined made you insanely wetter than you already were 

you needed air

you needed a break

you needed to cum

but more importantly, you needed them to cum

Wooyoung could feel your nails claw into this thighs; San could feel you uncontrollably clench around San

that was when they pushed out of you 

leaving you gasping for air

Wooyoung lets your hair fall around your face; the strands of hair sticking to your face

your arousal was radiating heat even after San pulled away from you 

you whimpered at the lost of contact and tried to sit back onto San 

he kept his hands on your hips, away from his cock that was slicked with your juices 

you drooled for Wooyoung’s dick wanting to taste his cum but his hands were pushing you by the shoulder 

“I just want to satisfy you two.. that’s all.. I don’t even need to cum.. “

Wooyoung pulls you up to meet his lips; passionately shoving his tongue into your mouth that still held the saltiness of his precum

San leans forward as his fingers enter you quite rigorously, “you don’t even need to cum? you heard that, Woo? she wants to be our little cum dumpster~”

Wooyoung looks into your desperate puppy eyes, “I think she’s been holding out for a little bit too long, shouldn’t she be rewarded?”

San gives out a half-hearted laugh, “you’re spoiling her..”

“so Y/N.. where do you want me?” Wooyoung smiles as he caresses your hair out of your face 

“c-can I really cum?” you whimpered as you clenched around San’s fingers

Wooyoung kisses your forehead, “I’ll let you cum but you also have to ask San”

you looked over your shoulder, giving San those same eyes you gave to Wooyoung

San tsked as he took his fingers out of you, “on one condition…”

he readjusts everyone’s position 

San pulled Wooyoung by his collar and threw him into the chair

he then bent you over so that you were a 90 degrees angle to the table, ass in front of Wooyoung and his cock was in front of your mouth

“you have to keep eye contact with me as Wooyoung and I ram our dicks into your slutty holes..” 

you patiently batted your eyelashes as you braced yourself

Wooyoung moved first, he had get up from his seat to get a better angle and when he pushed into you, he had to really push 

“h-hah.. baby girl..ngh- you’re way too tight..” he gritted through his teeth

you embarrassingly gave out a loud and whiny moan, “it’s- fuck. not me.. you’re just- just too big~”

San got a little jealous and shoved his perfectly molded dick into your mouth, “don’t forget that I’m here too, kitten..”

once again your eyes were welling up with tears from immense pleasure 

as much as San wanted to keep composed, you were way too good at your job 

he started to whimper and rut even faster into your throat

you were intrigued with his facials; he looked like an omega in heat 

his brows were furrowed as sweat rolled down his sideburns; his fingers were pulling at your scalp and it encouraged you to go deeper and harder 

Wooyoung seemed to keep you moaning around San’s dick

the thickness of his cock hit more than all the right places; every thrust forward allowing San to hit the deeper and deeper down your through

Wooyoung took off his uniform tie to wrap it around your neck, tying it into a leash

you clench around him every time he pulled it back; he made sure to pull it enough to effect you but not cause you to get extremely lightheaded 

this effected San too; he could feel the tie tighten around his cock with every tug 

you mind started to get foggy as you forcefully clenched around Wooyoung 

San whimpering got louder and louder and his hips couldn’t stop jackhammering into your throat 

it was all a domino effect

San came first; he pulled your head into him so that your nose was at the base, still rutting as he rides out his orgasm in your mouth; his cum kept on spurting and spurting down your throat, you were wondering when he’d stop so you could take a breath

then you came; your eyes rolled back as you convulsively spasmed around Wooyoung’s cock; San’s dick kept your cries of pleasures muffled but you couldn’t get a break until Wooyoung came

when he did, you felt an enormous amount of cum rush into like a raging waterfall and he still didn’t stop thrusting roughly

you continued to shake from overstimulation even after Wooyoung rode through his orgasm 

after San rode through his orgasm, he slowly slid out of your mouth and Wooyoung followed suit

the three of you had to catch your breath

San was leaning forward using his arms to support himself up on the desk 

Wooyoung fell back into the chair, watching you continue to spasm from the stimulation 

you were a mess; sprawled out onto your teacher’s desk 

San and Wooyoung exchanged a satisfied smirk as they help cleaned you up 

you couldn’t even stand up properly; you had to support yourself onto San

“so kitten, what did you think?” San tucks your hair behind your ears 

the adrenaline calmed down and you started to blush, “I think that two heads are better than one..”

Wooyoung laughs as he adjusts your uniform, “like literally or literaturely?”

“that’s not a real word..could I get my underwear back please” you muttered through your reddened face 

San smirked and bent down to help you put it back on, “since you asked so nicely~”

“aren’t you glad we caught you watching us from that little cleaning closet over there?”

“Woo, I think that’s enough teasing for one day, yeah? we’ll clean up the room for you, are you able to wait for us at the entrance of the school?” San smiles with his dimples 

you nodded and made your way out; using the desks and walls to get out into the hallway 

you were almost out of the building but the staircase was a nightmare

you legs gave out at the last couples of steps but someone caught you 

“oh gosh.. I’m so sorry-”

“it’s alright, Ms. Y/N..” 

your eyes widened, it was your homeroom teacher, Mr. Park Seonghwa

“Mr. Park.-”

he brings attention to his phone, “seems like those two aren’t the only ones who know your dirty little secret..”

you were scared of what he would do; turn in the evidence and have you expelled? tarnish your reputation? the possibilities were endless 

your teacher leans in close, “you didn’t think they were the only ones to sniff out how sweet you smelled under that skirt, don’t you, Ms. Y/N?” 

although your teacher was extremely hot, he was your teacher

you both could hear the boys making their way closer to the staircase

“don’t worry, I’ll keep you secret safe with me.. for now..” Mr. Park makes his way out of the building and out of sight 

you were going to call out to him to ask what he meant by that but the boys already tossed their arms around your shoulders, “you wanna come over for round two?”

you had to keep what you found out between you and your teacher; there’s no way you could get those two boys involved, “could you guys just walk me home instead?”

“anything for you kitten-”

“anything for you babygirl-”

the boys said at the same time

the boys argued what would be your pet name; but that became background noise as the words of your teacher echoed in the back of your head 

what did he mean for now?

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detention | j.w

warnings: badboy!wooyoung, goodgirl!reader, smut, voice kink, corruption kink, fingering, dirty talk, public sex, exhibitionism kink, wooyoung has piercings and reader is a Big Fan, mention of gags, light degradation.

word count: 3k

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never in a million years did you think you would ever be in detention. you had always been a good kid, had never edged a toe out of line, and yet here you were. all it took was being in the wrong place at the wrong time and, suddenly, you were the delinquent that every adult within the next ten miles was disappointed in.

that place, of course, was the back corner of your school’s public library. nothing was bad about being there, it was just the person that was there and what he was doing while you coincidentally were also there that got you both in trouble.

that person, of course, being the fame i-don’t-give-a-flying-fuck bad boy jung wooyoung. while you were trying to check out a poetry book for your literature class, wooyoung had been lounging in that same section, a blunt in between his lips. how he had managed to not awaken any smoke alarms or suspicion was beyond you, but you frankly hadn’t found it in you to care. you knew better than to try to tell wooyoung to stop, knowing that he’d only smirk at you and continue smoking, so instead you had tried to ask him to move.

“and why should i kitten? i’m quite comfy here.” your cheeks had flamed at the pet name, heart stuttering in your chest, but you chose to ignore it. “because i asked nicely and need to get a book from the shelf your leaning against.” your voice sounded small to your own ears and you had wanted to hit yourself for sounding so afraid. he was only a boy with a few facial piercings and a small criminal record; he wasn’t the big bad wolf.

unsurprisingly, wooyoung had not listened and continued to stand in your way, breathing out his smoke into your face. you coughed, waving the intoxicating fumes away from your face, and wooyoung had chuckled teasingly at your reaction. your face morphed into one of annoyance, brows knitting together and your lips pressing together into a thin line, and it only had seemed to only make wooyoung more amused.

even now, days afterwards, you can so clearly see the way he had leaned away from the bookcase, inky black hair falling in his eyes as he offered the blunt into your quickly numbing fingers. your heart pounded at the memory, that moment seemingly etched forever in your head as well as the moment after, when a teacher chose that exact moment to walk into that same aisle and, after being completely and utterly shocked of what you were seemingly doing with the number one troublemaker, gave both of you detention.

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talkative || jung wooyoung smut

warnings: smut, degration, size kink, hate sex, oral

pairing: wooyoung x reader

there was really no valid reason that you two didn’t like each other, you just... didn’t. at first you were fine with him, you never really treated anyone different or rudely unless they gave you a reason to. in fact, you found jung wooyoung quite enjoyable the first couple of times you encountered each other.

that quickly changed when you took note of his snarky comments towards you and his overly disrespectful attitude. he was like satan, but with invisible horns and a tail, and an all too fake halo wrapped around him. everyone else saw him as such a sweetheart, and no one could understand why you disliked him so.

you were quick to reveal that it was his beyond annoying personality, his smart ass mouth, and the fact that he could be a shithead and still look like a living god.

it didn’t help that you both had most of the same classes in school, so you had no choice but to endure his antics throughout the entire day. you were always confused about why he acted the way he did towards you, since he was so friendly towards everyone else.

the only person who could answer your question was wooyoung, and you definitely weren’t about to ask him. his reason for disliking you wasn’t as logical as yours, although he stuck to his ground and continued to assert his opinion of you to your face.

he hated how nice you were, in a nutshell. when he first met you, the constant smile that was on your face and the way you spoke with such jolly really gave his back a twinge of agitation. he didn’t like how happily you spoke, it seemed unnatural for someone to be that happy.

after the third time you’d encountered each other, his kindness started to alter, and he was started to get more sarcastic with his words. he could tell when it started to affect you, with the little frown you’d make and the way your eyebrows would crease together.

he wanted to get more reactions like from you, and soon enough, anytime you locked eyes your face would fall and a snarl would appear without a second though. if he was being honest, it was kind of hot to him, but he would never admit that to anyone.

so point blank to everyone that knew about you two, it was a hate filled relationship that would never lead anywhere. everyone had given up at this point, since you now really just start an argument the second you cross paths.

“stop,” you hissed as you felt a poking to your side, bits of an eraser now stuck to your white shirt. you wiped it down and readjusted in your seat, rolling your eyes as you tried go back to your assignment. you heard a snicker from beside you, and you ignored the way your back immediately tensed at the sound.

this was an everyday occurrence, now that teacher had switched your seats and placed you right next to the blonde headed devil himself. you bubbled in another answer on the practice quiz you were taking when you felt another poke, this time to your midsection. you paused your movements, sighing out as you placed your pencil on the desk.

turning to look at wooyoung, you narrowed your eyes as he grinned at you. you smiled back, the fakest one you could pull as you interlocked your fingers. “what the actual fuck do you want?”

“to see you squirm,” he winked, causing you to pause momentarily. you would never reveal that you actually found the boy quite enthralling, but instead hid your thoughts with a less than friendly hand gesture. “don’t be like that, only losers deny me.”

“and only asswipes think it’s a good idea to test me,” you retorted, turning away from him. “can’t you just let me work?”

“but why when you could talk to me?” he asked, and you tried to ignore him and continue your work. “come on don’t ignore me, it makes me sad.”

you shut your eyes and took a deep breath. if there was one thing you hated more than wooyoung himself, it was his mouth. he talked way too much, and it was moments like this when you wanted to give him a good busted lip to shut him up.

“do you ever shut up?” you spoke lowly, not really to him but he heard it anyways.

he hummed while shaking his head. “not really, but i’m willing to if you give me a reason to.”

you cringed. “someone really needs to neuter you.”

he laughed at that, turning his head and pretending to do his work. “and it looks like someone already spayed you,” he chuckled, tapping the end of his pencil on the desk. you felt your face heat up, hands shaking with anger and you tried to find something to say back.

before a word could leave your mouth you heard the bell ring from above, a signal that your class had ended, along with school for the day. you mumbled happy words, relieved to finally get away from the idiot beside you and home to your bed. you collected yourself quickly, standing up from you chair with your bookbag and darting for the door before anyone could stop you.

you were quickly met with the spring heat, sun hitting your skin. you sighed happily, following the crowd of students as you walked to your car, which was parked directly in the middle of the parking lot. you quickly moved over to the area in attempts to avoid the heat, shuffling through the other vehicles until you approached your sleek black lexus.

beads of sweat formed on the top of your head, you sighed in discomfort as you unlocked your car. the moment the door was opened you climbed inside, ready to feel your air conditioner cooling off your heated skin. you sat in the leather seat, settling back momentarily. you were happy to finally be done, to be able to relax for the rest of the day and gather yourself for the next.

deciding that it was well past time to get out of the parking lot, you pushed your key into the ignition, turning it to start the car. it roared to life, the engine running strong for all of ten seconds before it became feeble and died. your body froze, hoping that it was just a momentary weakness for your vehicle. you watched the dashboard as you turned the key again, the car rumbling to life once again before it shut off completely again.

you groaned, eyes shutting as you mentally cursed at yourself. not now, on one of the hottest days of the season, you get stuck outside of your school with a stupid broken car. “why?” you cried out, trying to revive your car again and again, but to no avail. “c’mon you piece of shit.”

you tried to force your car back to life while students started to leave the parking lot. one by one, a car left, another student leaving you stranded at school. you sighed after you counted the 12th time you turned the key in the ignition, giving up on it ever working again. by this point, your car was one of the only ones left in the school parking lot, and you’d finally resorted to calling your parents to come help you.

you rolled your shoulders in aggravation as you turned to grab your phone out the passengers seat, being interrupted by a sudden knock at your window. you jumped, neck craning to the side as you eyed the person standing on the other side of the door.

you were only met with a torso at first, your eyes furrowing until they leaned down, a head of blonde hair crossing your vision. your eyes instantly rolled to the back of your head, knowing who it was. when you looked at him again he was pointing down, you assumed he wanted you to roll down the window.

you weren’t surprised to see him, being that you had assigned parking passes and his happened to be right beside yours, but did he really think you were gonna talk to him? you gave him the fakest smile you could muster, lifting your hand with nothing but your middle finger on display. he raised an eyebrow at you, mouthing something that seemed less than kind before knocking on the window a bit harder.

you knew he wasn’t going to go away until he got his way, so you sighed, giving up and rolling down the window. wooyoung smirked, leaning on the edge of the window as he looked at you. “having a bit of trouble?” he asked, already knowing the answer but loving to give you a hard time.

“yes, now that i have to sit here and look at your face,” you snarled. wooyoung hummed, reaching into the car flicking your nose. you frowned, swatting at him.

“you should be nicer to the person offering you a ride,” he teased, and you froze at his words. your eyes were stuck on him, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. he caught your look, rolling his eyes. “look, i do hate you, i really do. but it got pitiful watching you struggle for 15 minutes, so i’m offering you a ride.”

you gave him an incredulous look. “you’re not gonna crash the car into a light pole just to kill me are you?”

wooyoung actually laughed at your question, shaking his head. “that requires killing me too, so no.”

you debated wether you were actually going to subject yourself to dealing with his stupidity for a good 20 minutes back to your house. you knew that waiting for your parents and or a towing truck was going to take much longer than that, requiring you to sit in your car while you burned from the outside heat for who knows how long.

the rolling beads of sweat told you that you wouldn’t be able to withstand that any longer than you already had. you knew you were going to hate yourself for this later, but gathered your courage and stuck your hand out the window, pushing him away from the door.

you retreated back inside as he stumbled back in surprise, not able to react before you opened the door and climbed out, phone and bag in hand. “let’s get this over with,” you spoke, wanting to get in and out of his car as quickly as you could.

a smirk spread across his face, stepping to the side and allowing you to get into his car. you were enveloped with the smell of cologne the moment your head dipped inside, your nose crinkling at the strong scent. the leather seat was hot as you sat down, shutting the door behind you.

you were moderately surprised by the condition of his car, shiny on the outside and spotless on the inside. the eccentric details on the car looked as if he had just bought it brand new despite having it for over a year now.

when he got in the car wooyoung didn’t waste a moment before turning it on and cranking up the air. you would be lying if you said you weren’t grateful for it, finally finding a bit of comfort in the heat.

you felt the slowly cooling are dry the stickiness of your skin, a content sigh leaving your lips. you slumped back and let your head fall against the head rest. your body lightly shook with the rumbling of the engine, not even noticing how the car had been on for a while now but hadn’t moved out of the parking spot yet.

wooyoung was quite busy, eyes trailed on the way your shirt dipped a bit low for his liking, with the way he hated you and all. it was kind of hard to tell he did at the moment, with the way his pupils dilated and lowered to where your hands rested by your crotch, fingers flexing every other moment. he cursed himself for being so hormonal, the entire day he had to walk around with a hard not, not being able relieve himself until he’d gotten home.

it would be easier to ignore you if you weren’t as pretty as you were, and the way you currently looked like sin living in human form in his passenger seat.

the male didn’t bother to look away when you finally opened your eyes, looking over in his direction. you hadn’t caught the way he was looking at you at first, just giving him a confused look as you enjoyed the air. you only noticed when you looked up at his eyes, which were trained on your chest.

you scoffed in disgust, crossing your arms over your breasts. “you’re such a pig,” you huffed turning to look out of the window. wooyoung finally snapped back into reality at your words, eyes snapping up to your face which was now covered by your hair. he blinked, his body moving before his mind did and turning you back towards him. you gave him a glare, attempting to move back, only to have his grip tighten on your chin. “what the hell?”

“just stop talking for once,” wooyoung demanded, instantly pressing his lips to your afterwards. it was rough, bruising even as he took advantage of your mouth.

you moaned quietly, hands pressing against his chest to push him away. he didn’t budge a bit, holding you tighter as he leaned across the console. without your knowledge, your lips started to move against his even though your body tried to move away from his.

wooyoung pulled away from you, eyes locking with yours, a silent plea for you to just comply with him this once. you were confused as to what was happening but the growing neediness in you started to take over as you continued to stare at each other. after a moment, you decided to throw caution to the wind, nodding your head as a sign for him to continue.

and continue he did, locking lips with you once again. he wasted no time in pressing his tongue against yours, the tent in his jeans only growing at the noise you released. his lips locked around the appendage, sucking harshly and grabbing the white material of your shirt. he yanked on it, pulling it out from the shorts you adorned. instantly his hand was on your skin, running along your waist, and to your bra. his fingers wrapped around it, squeezing lightly as he devoured your mouth.

your fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck, not sure what he wanted you do. you enjoyed the kiss that was going on, you really did, but you still weren’t exactly sure what was happening. after the fourth time of your hand scaling his hair and neck, his free hand reaches up and took yours, startling you momentarily. you felt your fingers graze his t shirt, down to the bulge that felt very uncomfortable. without thinking you grasped it, holding it tightly in your hand. wooyoung groaned, hips jerking upwards for more friction.

it was then that you understood what he wanted, not hesitating and you massaged the tent. you didnt bother to stop because it had been a while since you’d gotten any action, and even though the man your lips were connected to made you wanna jump off a cliff, he was still fine as hell and you weren’t about to quit this deep in.

your fingers continue to travel along wooyoung’s cock as he finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily as you moved to the exposed skin of his neck. it didn’t hit you until just now how sharp his jaw was, the way your tongue grazed the area before placing a wet kiss in its wake. the male sucked his lips into his mouth, not used to being very vocal but wanting to moan out at the way your lips felt against him. he’d really been without it for a while.

your fingers popped the button on his jeans at the same time that he started to push your shirt above your head, causing you to pull away and allow him to do as he pleased. he threw your shirt into the back seat once it was removed from your body, now having full access and view of the black

lacy bra that held your breasts in place. he felt his mouth water at the image, picturing what you would look like with purple bruises covering the area. he decided to find out, leaning his head down as instantly patching his teeth to space between them, tongue running along your salty skin as he sucked. you whined, running your hand through his hair and pulling as your head fell back against the car window.

you felt the puddle of arousal grow bigger in you, feeling wet and uncomfortable as you rubbed your legs together to find some sort of relief. “fuck,” you gasped, wooyoung slapping your bra and causing a jolt of pleasurable pain coarse through you.

“don’t get greedy,” he spoke lowly, reffering to your self made pleasure that you tried to get away with earlier. “the only thing you’ll be feeling is what i give to you understand?”

you could do nothing else but nod, not used to hearing him speak this way. your eyes became wide and glassy, pliant to whatever he wanted from you. wooyoung gripped your breasts in both hands, pulling and squeezing as he bit more marks into your skin. you were so sick of the teasing he was making you endure, just wanting him to finally do something and make you come.

“please,” you spoke for the first time, yanking his hair again. wooyoung pulling your bra to the side, sucking a perk nipple into him mouth. your back arched and momentarily, you forgot your words. his tongue flicked the nub, you could feel your clit swell and rub against your underwear as you pushed yourself into him. “i need you.”

the boy pulled away at your words, smirking devilishly. you nearly shrunk back in the seat at his stare, eyes growing wider than they already were and nails digging into his leather seat. if he cared about the scraping sound it made, he didn’t speak on it.

after a moment of watching you, his eyes flicked down to his jeans, the button separated and a little wet spot at the top of his boxers from where he was already leaking precum. “if you want something,” he muttered, looking back up at you. your eyes weren’t on him though, rather the dark spot in his boxers that made you lick your lips with want. noticing your lack of attention, a finger was pressed under your chin, forcing your gaze back to him. “you have to earn it.”

having a feeling you knew what he meant, you shuffled in your spot, knees now pressed into the seat as you leaned closer to him, grabbing the top of his jeans and boxers, pulling them down to his knee. once his cock was finally free, it slapped against his lower stomach, precum glossing the skin rich under his belly button. you grasped the thick base in your hand, experimentally stroking him. he didn’t react, but you caught the way his eyes flickered, nearly completely displayed as hey landed back on you. you gave him a light squeeze as you ran your hand back to the tip, forcing a bit of slick from his slit. your thumb spread it out, covering his tip with itbefore leaning down and sucking it off.

that got a reaction from him, a groan and a jolt of his hips that he really couldn’t hold back. his fingers tangled themselves in your hair as he pulled his shirt up to see you better, eyes growing hazy at the sight of your lips around him. he honestly couldn’t believe what was happening. you, out of all people, were sitting in his car giving him a blowjob. and a damn good one it was. you only proved his thoughts right as you lowers yourself down, flattening your tongue against him and hollowing your cheeks. you moved slowly, the wet friction and beautiful sight causing wooyoung to moan your name. without thinking, the hand in your hair pushed you down, forcing you down to the base. you choked, throat contracting around him as you searched for any possibly airways. wooyoung’s eyes rolled back at the way his tip was engulfed by your throat, releasing you from the hold as he tried to catch his breath. you coughed, air scraping it’s way to your lungs and a trail of spit connected you to his dick.

“fuck, you’re such a slut,” he groaned, running his hand along your back. he stopped when he touched your shorts, looking over to see your ass well up in the air. the fact that anyone that peered into the windows could see what you two were doing got to him, causing a shudder to run down his back as he pulled your shorts. “take these off,” you quickly did as he wanted, pulling awasy for all of 25 seconds as you undid your shorts, taking those and your underwear off in one go. the air hit your heat, a sigh leaving your lips at finally having been freed. wooyoung moaned at the sight of your shaven cunt, growing impossibly harder as you got back in your previous position. without a word, he was tipping your hair again, pushing you back onto his cock. this time you were prepared, loosening your throat as he pushed back inside. your head moved quickly, bobbing against him and sucking harshly. it was a sight to behold for wooyoung, the way his cock was outlined in your cheeks, your face red from exertion, nails digging into his thighs as you put more effort into getting him down your throat.

as you worked him up, wooyoung couldn’t resist the temptation of your cunt, lips spread wide and open for anyone to see. reached behind you, fingers running along your wet folds. you moaned against him at the sudden feeling, stuttering a bit as you sucked his cock. you didn’t dare stop though, afraid that he would dead whatever idea was brewing in his head. the boy rubbed at your folds, collecting your juices and moving farther up, pressing the pad of his middle finger against your clit. you whined as he rubbed the bud, hips wiggling and pushing back against him. you wanted to bed for more, tell him that what he was giving you wasn’t enough, but thankfully, you didn’t have to. your eyes widened as you felt two of his fingers slip inside of you with ease.

“you’re so wet,” he spoke more to himself than anything, pushing his fingers as deep as your body would allow. “you’re that needy for it? huh? because i’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping for me.”

the cockiness resonated from him, and you felt the need to take him down a peg. you pulled him from your mouth, throat tired and dry as you spoke. “who said it was for you?”

your smart remark was met with a harsh slap to your ass, one that left the skin stinging but you writhing with pleasure. when he saw your reaction, he did it again, this time even harder. the sound was loud and sharp against the walls of the car, the way you lurched probably had the entire vehicle wobbling with you. you moaned out, throwing your head back as he massaged the skin. “i did, now get back to work or i’m gonna stuff your filthy mouth so no one can hear you beg like a whore,” you didn’t deny him, wrapping your lips around him again, starting halfway down and picking back up where you had left off.

that was enough to get the knot in his gut tightening, light curses falling from his lips as he tried to muster up the strength to stop you. “i’m gonna come,” he warned, hand in your hair pulling you in attempts to remove you from him. you showed no signs of stopping though, only sucking harder at his words. you moaned around him again when the tip of his finger jabbed your sweet spot, back arching to get more. he felt his legs start to tingle, toes curling and teeth gritting as he pulled your hair roughly, cock falling from your mouth at the sudden action. “didn’t i say stop?”

you smirked. “actually you didn’t,” you mouthed, sitting up and leaning into his face. your wet lips just grazed his when you spoke again. “i was just making sure i earned it.”

fuck.

if you weren’t so desperate you would have laughed at his reaction to your words, but you were desperate, so the most you could do was rock back as his fingers wiggled inside of you. wooyoung quickly pulled them out, digits wet and shiny with your arousal. he was about to wipe them off when you grabbed his wrist, lifting his hand to your lips and sucking his fingers into your mouth. you eyed him as your tongue circled them, much as you had done to his cock moments ago. wooyoung’s eyes darkened even more than they were before, not wasting a second before snatching his fingers from your mouth, grabbing your hip and throwing you over his lap.

“you’re gonna ride me,” he demanded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a foilage made into a square. he ripped the condom open, deserting the packaging somewhere in the back before sliding it onto his hard on. he gripped the base, taking one of your hips to line them up. he paused when his tip pressed against your hole, just barely pushing inside. “and you’re not gonna stop until i say so, understand?”

you nodded in agreement, but apparently he didn’t want that for answer. “speak,” he growled, hand colliding with your ass again. you gasped, a whine escaping right after. “yes,” you breathed, pressing your hands against his shoulders.

“good girl,” he complimented, finally pushing his cock inside of you. your eyes widened, not expecting him to be this long. you moaned heavily when he bottomed out, eyes instinctively shutting from the pleasure. wooyoung swallowed thickly, trying not to come instantly at the feeling of your warm walls. he was so deep inside of you, you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through you as you swiveled your hips against him. you moved slowly, adjusting to him before rocking back. your fingers interlocked behind his head to keep yourself stable, pushing him back inside as you moved forward, chest pressing against his.

you looked down, locking eyes with him as he stared back up at you. neither of you spoke a word, yet it felt like you’d had a whole conversation with just one look. you rocked a bit faster, too afraid to bounce in case you accidentally gave yourself a concussion. your hips moved faster and faster the more you grew accustomed to his size, eventually moving so much that he windows had started to fog and the car moved in time with you.

“yeah, just like that,” wooyoung grunted, squeezing your hips in his hand. he helped you move, rocking you faster against him. “take my cock so well, you like being used? you like me using your tiny little body to my pleasure?”

you could feel the muscles in your legs grow tight, growing tired rather quickly. you nodded, trying to keep up the pace you had set. wooyoung could sense you struggling, moving your body on his own so you wouldn’t have to. you rocked against him at a much faster pace this way, a deep moan creeping from your throat as you threw your head back. you moaned out curses, mouth wide and eyes narrowed shut.

“yeah that’s it, lose yourself on my cock,” he spoke, watching as you started to shake, losing control of your legs as you started to reach your high. you clenched around his cock, making the male fuzzy as the blood rushes out of his head and to his throbbing cock. he chuckled s your knees pressed into his sides. “fuck, you’re so small i could hold you fuck into you. you couldn’t do a think about it either,” he growled, only spurring him on more. the tightening in his gut started to tighten again, only growing more and more difficult to keep it at bay when you let out a growl like moan, hands pressing into his shoulders and forcing him downwards as your body started to convulse, shaking violently every other second. your eyes were nowhere to be seen, rolled all the way back as you came undone above him, only growing more and more active as he moved your hips around him.

by this point you were spent, barely even moving as wooyoung continued to rock your hips into his. overstimulated whines started to come from you, attempting to push him away and catch your breath. he didn’t let up though, only smirking as you moaned again, feeling your stomach slowly tighten again. you may have came, but he didn’t, and he wasn’t going to stop until he did. “i didn’t say stop,” he teased, keeping his same speed as you held onto him tightly.

wooyoung groaned as you clenched around him again, feeling the coil in him snap. you could feel as your brain suddenly went grainy, eyesight blurring when the man moaned into your ear, sending you into yet another orgasm, not being able to make a sound as your body throbbed with pleasure. “fuck!” he exclaimed, fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises as he forced your body against his, ropes of come unleashing itself into the condom he wore. he slowed your pace to a stop, both of you breathing heavily as you tried to catch your breath.

wooyoung lifted you from him, cock falling limp against his stomach as he pulled off the condom, tying it up and sneakily rolling down the window. you gasped as he threw it out, the way he moved showing that he had thrown it pretty far. “the fuck? we could get in trouble for that!”

“don’t worry goody two shoes,” he rolled his eyes, hand still resting on your side. unconsciously, he rubbed the area with his thumb, leaning back into the seat. “i threw it into san’s parking spot, he can take the fall for one day.”

neither of you bothered to move, a sudden question forming in your mind as you started to play with his hair. “so, what does this make us now?” you asked, looking down at him curiously. the look on his face proved that he was just as lost as you were, maybe even more. he answered with an honest shrug, still caressing different spots on your exposed body.

“what do you want it to be?” he asked, poking your thigh. “i mean, you’re still fucking annoying, and i want to gouge my eyes out on a daily basis; but at least i know your not spayed.”

you slapped his shoulder, causing a chuckle to pass his lips. “this is why i don’t fucking like you.”

“yeah,” he said, an actual smile appearing on his face. “the feeling is definitely mutual.”

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Pairing: San x Female reader Word count: 2.2k Genre: angst/smut Warning: oral, fingering, explicit sex, unhealthy “relationship”

A/N: this is again a little different than my usual in your face stuff. I’ve been feeling down and shit so this is the kind of stuff I’ve been writing ! 🤷

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To the untrained eye the walk up to the hotel room might look like you’re on your way to a business meeting.

San is following you from a respectable distance, wordlessly on the narrow hallway, though the place is by no means a dump. No, he wouldn’t be caught dead fucking you in a dilapidated building you have to sneak in through the backdoor. But he knows you too well to know you wouldn’t want to be treated as a luxury fuck. You, just as much as him, want this to be treated as nothing more than what it is.

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𝙤𝙪𝙞𝙟𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣. choi san

summary ➝ you play one game of a ouija board and have to deal with the consequences of your actions

warnings ➝ awful humour, san asking to get in your pants?? nothing too bad

word count ➝ 3.4k

a/n ➝ so i think this ended slightly too soon?? but i want to write more things on here that are suitable for all atinys rather than just a ton of smut (don’t worry pt.2 will be served extra spicy ;)))  

if someone had told you six months ago that you’d be living with a demon, you would have laughed for a multitude of reasons. first things first, demons don’t exist. they’re a figment of imagination based upon ancient myths and legends. secondly, why would a demon choose you of all people? there are plenty of other more beautiful, rich women out there who’d be more than willing to get on their knees for any man who claims they’re that of supernatural being.

it was a stereotypical beginning; you’d gone out to a party, being forced to take advantage of your final year of college. this was probably the first party you had gone to since your first year and it had taken weeks of your best friend’s (jung wooyoung, absolute babe and far more popular than you, often making you question how you even became friends in the first place) begging for you to finally break, succumbing to his puppy eyes and angelic whining.

“wear something not you,” wooyoung had advised you as you began shoving him out of your dorm before he could you make you agree to anything else that you had been avoiding for the past few years. it’s not that you weren’t sociable, it’s just that parties with alcohol and people practically fucking in corners has never been your scene.

you hit his back, it’s only a weak slap but he still let out a quiet yelp, saying how you’re so rude. “i’m rude? you just insulted my fashion sense.” he wasn’t exactly wrong though, if you wanted to fit in at all at this bloody party, you’d need to really go fishing through your wardrobe to find something that’s be deemed acceptable at one of these parties.

“what fashion sense?” he called out with a grin as you shut the door on him, as if though what he’s said is the most original and ingenious comeback to exist. you rolled your eyes smiling at the door for a moment before quickly rushing to your bedroom. the party would be tomorrow but with nothing to wear and exams you still need to revise for, the outfit would need to be picked out sooner rather than later.

what you usually wear consists of hoodies and a pair of leggings. it’s nothing fancy and allows you to blend in well with the other students, not attracting much attention to yourself. you’re not self-conscience per say, you just have never seen the point of going around campus in shorts that show half of your ass and tops that leave little to the imagination.

eventually, you’d settled on a black, slightly glittery, sheer top with a black tank top underneath as well as a pair of jeans that are cuffed at the bottom.

so far, all seems normal, right?

it wasn’t until you got to the party when things got ‘weird’. at some point, wooyoung had manged to again convince you into doing something else, consuming excessive amounts of alcohol in an attempt to actually enjoy yourself at this god damn party. the amount of people asking you if you’d like to go ‘look at the rest of the house’ left you more than a little concerned about the inability people within your school seem to have to keep it in their pants and you wondered how wooyoung can willingly take himself to this sort of environment all most every friday.

“y/n,” wooyoung giggles grabbing your wrist, a red plastic cup in his hand, the alcohol within sloshing at the rim as he struggles to stand still. you place a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to balance him. you’d put your own red cup somewhere and never picked it up, bored of the warm liquid that disgusted you and left you further questioning why you were there. “we’re gonna play a game!”

he looks so innocently happy as he drags you upstairs into a room with about six other people, the only recognisable face being yeosang’s. you’d met him a couple of times as he’s wooyoung’s roommate but only fleetingly and you doubt you’ve said more than ‘hi’ to each other. in the back of the room there’s two more that you hadn’t noticed before but they’re basically having sex and you quickly divert your eyes.

wooyoung pulls you down to sit between him and, thankfully, yeosang. in the small circle created by the now eight of you, there’s what you believe to be a ouija board. a ouija board. an actual ouija board. are they all high? judging by their incapability to just sit still and the constant giggling at literally nothing, it honestly wouldn’t surprise you.

“is this a joke?” wooyoung swatted your accusing finger away from the board. he ignored your comment, reaching into the box to pull out a wooden planchette. placing it on the board, he, as well as two other strangers who you’d seen once or twice around campus, had put their hands rather sloppily on to it so that they could ‘speak to the demons in the room’.

they were all laughing and not taking it seriously as they began asking stupid questions like ‘would you suck my dick?’ or ‘do you think this lipstick goes well with my outfit?’. the planchette is going every which way, sometimes to ‘yes’, other times to a series of different numbers that make zero sense.

you weren’t experiencing their hallucinations and buzzing happiness. though, the alcohol has helped you enough to be able to find amusement when wooyoung asked on a scale of one to ten, how gay is he – the answer just being a ‘yes’.

“wanna ask it something?” wooyoung laughs, flicking yeosang’s hands off to make room for you. you shrug mumbling a ‘sure’ under your breath. scooting closer to wooyoung, your fingertips just touching his. “make sure it’s exciting,” his eyes widen in emphasis and one of his mates do jazz hands to add to the moment.

you thought for a moment, closing your eyes as you considered of all the possible things that hadn’t already been taken. “will i be seeing you in my bed tonight?” it’s far-fetched (but far more innocent than some of the things that had been suggested prior to you) and earned a couple of ‘oohs’. nothing happened at first and you were about to take your hands away when the wooden piece began moving further up the board. “oh, haha wooyoung.”

“it’s not me!” he insisted, following the piece with his hands and eyes. for a moment, you were almost about to believe him but then he burst into a fit of giggles, piece shooting from beneath his fingers from how hard he’d been pressing down onto it. seeing it bounce off of the foot of one of the two people in the corner, the male letting out a curse as it smacked into his toe, had you joining in with the contagious laughter.

it’s another three hours till you finally stumbled into your apartment, hands in your hair as you started panicking and searching for your ‘lost’ key that’s already in your hand. when you did find it, you felt the best you had all night, the six shots that you’d decided to do really starting to kick in.

you awkwardly lean against the wall so that you can peel off your shoes, feet aching from being on a slightly raised platform for an extended period of time. after being in a foreign environment for so long, you can’t even muster the energy to properly change out of your clothes, only taking off the black belt which had only really been worn for fashionable purposes.

a surprised shriek leaves your lips as you fall on to your bed, only to feel something – no, someone – in it. rolling onto the floor, you let out a small huff as you hit the ground. for a second you just lay there, half tempted to just fall asleep right there and allow whomever is in your bed to just kill you. gripping the bed sheets, you pull yourself up, eyes just peeping over the edge. the figure has slid off of the bed too, a sadistic grin on their lips as their blood red eyes watched your timid frame.

“you wanted me here,” you didn’t want to admit how effortlessly sexy you found his voice, already seduced by the mysterious male with unnaturally coloured eyes. his words played in your head and it took a moment for you to even register that he’s said anything in the first place. your mind was hazy from the alcohol in your veins, but it gave you enough confidence to climb up onto the bed, really wanting to be wrapped up in your blankets.

slipping beneath the covers slowly, his red eyes never left your body, a look of curiosity as he watched each of your slightly less than graceful movements, “i think you got the wrong person.” holding a hand out, you waved it aimlessly towards the door, “i’m too drunk for this shit.” your jeans dug uncomfortably into your lower stomach but as stated, you’re too drunk and tired to care for what this person has to say.

“you asked if i would be in your room tonight. since you seem like an easy choice, i thought i would pay a visit.” what…? wait-

“you’re from the ouija board?” you sat up in your bed, more alert now and you flick on your bedside lamp. both of you reacted to the sudden brightness, your head beginning to throb with a sharp pain, but you ignored the feeling. “so, demon?” he sure as hell looked like one. aside from the obvious eyes, his smirk (you’re pretty sure there’s fangs but that might just be because everything’s a tad blurry right now) as he sarcastically clapped at your quick discovery and the red streaks that blend with his dark black hair scream higher being. you threw yourself back onto your bed, “stupid wooyoung making me go to stupid parties and now i have a stupid demon in my room.”

“thank you.”

“no problem.”

“i’m meant to be seducing you into sleeping with me.”

“too tired for that, try someone else.”

“i could fix that.”

“not tonight.”

“okay then.”

it was like something out of a kid’s magician party; the demon literally disappeared in a puff of grey smoke, the ashes more than likely staining your carpet. an annoyed groan falls from your lips but you don’t bother to fix it, curling back up to fall asleep.

“hey princess- ow!” you threw your book at the demon in surprise.

it had been three days since your encounter with the demon. originally you had put it down to your intoxication and sleep deprivation but when you realised the grey dust seemed to be everywhere in your room, you instantly cursed the creature and then wooyoung for indirectly burdening you with the task of cleaning.

your reason for throwing your book at the demon, was simply because you hadn’t been expecting anyone to appear suddenly, not that you were necessarily afraid. if this demon had any intention of killing you, it would’ve done it when you were more vulnerable, right?

“oh, it’s just you.” you lean across to pick up your book from where it had fallen onto the floor, almost falling onto the floor as you do so. ignoring his nickname for you and the light blush that coats your cheeks at his smooth tone. for a moment, you just settle yourself onto the sofa, trying to find the page that had been lost after your minor freak out. it’s when he doesn’t do anything and just stands there, watching you, that you speak again, “here to actually try and seduce me?”

the demon cocks his head to the side, “i’m not sure if i will even need to try.” he’s far too confident and far too right. however, you aren’t about to fall victim to someone’s ego is far too big and probably gets off at the thought of corrupting and taking one’s innocence. you’re not a virgin by any means, but you can’t recall ever sleeping with one of hell’s disciples.

“keep telling yourself that, whatever your name is,” you don’t bother turning to make eye contact with him, too aware that you could easily succumb to his handsome features. you’re glad and surprised that he hadn’t taken advantage of you the other night – it wouldn’t have taken too much persuading to have you on your knees for him.

from the corner of your vision, you can see san make himself more comfortable as he leans back against the cream wall, a small laugh escaping past his lips. you furrow your eyebrows, questioning what could be so funny at this point, maybe it’s you? “i can read your thoughts.”

“what?” you make sure to fold the corner of the book as you place it down next to yourself, spinning so that you’re now facing the demon. you eye him with a shocked expression, expecting him to further his statement, expose all of your thoughts.

the grin on his lips seems to widen tenfold, “just kidding.” you could slap him. if his non-existent telepathic powers told him nothing, your reaction to it obviously revealed more than you’d have liked it too. “san.”

“go away, san,” the name is foreign to you, but it seems to roll off of your tongue naturally. it fits him well too.

san shakes his head, fixing the loose strands of red and black that had fallen in front of his eyes, “you’re the one who wanted me in your bed.” he’s referring back to the ouija board and you wish wooyoung could be here so that you can emphasise your reasonings as to why you avoid social outings such as parties.

“actually, i said chances not ‘oh please random demon come into my bedroom and court me’,” you correct him, leaning back into the sofa as you become more comfortable by the fact there is a demon casually standing in your living room.

san places a hand over his chest, a ‘shocked’ expression on his face as he looks at you accusingly, “was that a hit at my age?”

“not exactly but i am now concerned,” like this, san appears to be in his early twenty’s, if that, you hadn’t considered the fact that demons aren’t like humans; they’re immortal and able to appear however they wish to. it goes without saying that this isn’t is true form – there’s no horns or large demonic wings sprouting from his back. well, none that you’ve seen anyways.

“i’m only six hundred and thirteen,” san rolls his eyes as if though it should be common knowledge by now. but only? is that young for a demon? due to the fact that you’ve only really ‘known’ about the existence of other creatures for the past seventy-two hours, you haven’t exactly had the chance to read some fake website on the ‘origins of demons’.

“oh, that’s fine, totally not feeling like i’m being perved on then by an old man,” you hum quietly and san just shrugs.

“i’m not an old man. i’m young for a demon.” so apparently six hundred is young then.

“so that’s the part of what i just said that we’re focusing on.” you take in a deep breath, trying to consider what you’ve actually managed to get yourself into. whilst san isn’t half bad for someone whom is six hundred, as stated earlier, you’d only meant all of this as a joke.

san’s expression turns serious for a moment, “i won’t leave till i get what i came for.”

“do you sleep? because we’ll be needing to set up the spare bedroom if you’re staying then.” you point aimlessly in the direction of said bedroom. san glances in the direction though he can’t even see the door from where he’s propped himself up.

“what about your bed?” he winks at you, his tongue poking out to swipe at the corner of his lips.

“haha very funny, no”

“choi san!” you yell, raising your hands in the air in utter frustration. when you’d heard the explosion of smoke, you hadn’t expected this. san stands in the middle of your living room, front of his once stark white shirt completely red and soaked with someone’s blood. from the fact it’s still spilling past his lips and chin, some even dropping to the carpet, you make the assumption that he got hungry.

“shit, i didn’t think that would happen,” san gives you an apologetic grin, swiping at the blood on his chin. after being in your home for nearly three months, san had made many, many advances towards you – all futile, of course. at this point, he’d just become a little brat who you’d sometimes allow to make physical contact with you, innocent touches only. like if you were to play a film, he’d more often than not place his head in your lap, always asking questions and never shutting up long enough to appreciate the film.

“what was that for?” you whine, half tempted to start stomping your feet and having a little tantrum over the carpet that’ll surely be stained. it’s not like you can even get wooyoung to pay for this (yes, you still blame him for the entire situation you’re in) because, for obvious reasons, no one knows about san but you.

“i felt you were in pain!” san defends himself and points to the tissue wrapped around your index finger. ever since san had arrived the two of you had become more… connected with one another? “i didn’t realise it would teleport me here!”

“i only cut myself with a knife,” an accident, you were just trying to cook yourself a simple meal when you’d misjudged the angle of the utensil as well as your own strength. “you have made it look as if though a massacre occurred in this room,” you say in return, hands gesturing towards the growing red stain on the carpet.

“i mean-”

you wave your hands in front of his face whilst remaining far enough away that you don’t contaminate yourself with him, “ew, i don’t want to know what or who you eat. clean this up.”

san lets out a low laugh, becoming more amused as the seconds pass, “okay, mum”

“don’t call me that” you scrunch your nose up and slowly begin backing out of the room, wanting to just go back to what you were doing prior. you’d probably need to grab a plaster for your finger as well or else you’ll become just as bad as san.

“don’t call me that,” he mimics, sticking his tongue out, his lower fangs slightly peeking out. you’d never seen san shift completely before, just little snippets of his true form. his fangs appear when he is hungry, eyes are always these chaotic red, if he gets really frustrated at a game, you’re playing together then you’ve been able to get a short look at his growing horns, but he’ll usually lock himself away when that happens.

“you’re a literal child, i swear to god,” you shake your head at san as he looks around, trying to find something that could be used to actually clean the mess he’s created.

“please don’t” san grimaces at the mention of ‘god’. he doesn’t really care too much for crosses or holy water, but it doesn’t hurt him. ‘god’ and ‘jesus’ give him chills but he won’t tell you much about his apparent history with them, “and i don’t think a child would be trying to bed you.”

“san, i’m not having this conversation with you,” you call out from the kitchen where you’re opening and closing drawers as you look for something to cover your minor wound.

“i know you want me just as much as i want you,” he teases in a sing song voice.

“you want me just so i can be another fool to fall for your antics,” san grumbles something under his breath but you can’t hear it from the kitchen, and you can’t be bothered to ask him to repeat louder. to be honest, despite the fact the two of you had become closer and even if you were to feel any sort of attraction, you would never pursue it. once he has ‘bed you’ he’ll leave again, going back to whatever depths of hell he came from. “now make blood go poof.”

“this isn’t over!”

“yeah, yeah,” you give it till the evening before he’s bringing it up again, “clean up first.”

part two

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𝙤𝙪𝙞𝙟𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣. choi san [part two]

synopsis ➝ you didn’t think san would stay for this long and you definitely didn’t think you’d be falling for him this fast

warnings ➝ smut

word count ➝ 9.5k

part one

“a kiss?” san juts out his bottom lip, an innocent look considering what he’s trying to get you to give him.

rolling your eyes, you throw a cushion at him (san catching it with ease as he’d become used to your ‘violent tendencies’) and let out a breathy laugh, “no.”

“what?” the expression on his face makes it seem as if though this question wasn’t asked to you every single day in some way shape or form. it had been five months since you’d gone to your first, and last, party with wooyoung. the party in which you’d managed to accidentally summon a demon from a ouija board and now you’re stuck with him trying to get you to have sex with him. unfortunately for you, by submitting to him, it’ll also mean him returning back to whatever depths of hell he came from. “not even a little peck?”

“no lip on lip contact.” you hum, trying to distract yourself with the show on the television. you’d kissed him before; there’d been all of two heated moments during his stay at your apartment, each one ending because of a knock on your front door. both time being wooyoung, and considering the fact san is only known to you, you aren’t exactly keen on introducing him to anyone else.

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Stepdad!San coming home early and catching you and boyfriend!Woo having sex in the house....

Wow this is legit my first Woosan ask- damn that took way longer than I thoughts

Anywaysss- Boyfriend Woo would be EMBARRASSED! Like he would be scared shitless by your father catching you two going at it and not even gentle in the slightest.

But now i’m conflicted rather I want a threesome or a punishmenr of pissed San..

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maybe. but just maybe. I love him

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[ PARK SEONGHWA ] ; Nsfw

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Sex with San

Just like Seonghwa.. i see him as a soft/hard dom depends on his mood

Kinks:

Marking

Dirty talk

Corruption yes I said that

Light bondage

Light choking

Spanking

Teasing?!

Mirror sex

Wall sex

Overstimulation

Threesome i can explain

Pegging

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That’s alot but I mean we all know that San is a kinky motherfucker so..

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Okayyy hear me out

You’re gonna get marked everywhere and anywhere

Neck?! check shoulders?! Check tummy?! Check chest?! Check inner thighs?! Check

One of the hickeys is fading away?! He goes in a panic mood

nom nom nom nom.. here you go

Okay jk

He is POSSESSIVE wbk

I mean he doesn’t even hide it right?!

DIRTY TALKKK more like dirty questions: is that what you want baby girl?! Tell me who makes your legs shake and you back arch so hard hmm?! Does it feel good?!

Cringe 🤳🏻

Now for the corruption kink!! Easy and simple.. San is a dimon and he’d love to corrupte you more than you already are

If you’re reading this, then you’re a sinner Don’t discuss the case. 👩🏻‍⚖️

Lovessss it when he blindfoldes you, he thinks that you look super hot waiting for him to use you as he wishes

Now Imagine this: San blindfolding u, tying your hands with a silk ribbons and massaging your tummy before fingering you slowly and sensually..

Yes I know

MOVING ON

CHOCKING: I can’t see him chocking you so hard?! He’s a sweetheart, even if it was a punishment he wouldn’t choke you so hard

Only light chocking to add more pleasure to the..?! Idk what you people call it but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about

BUT.... when it comes to spanking.. BOIII YOU MIGHT WANNA START BEGINNING

He spanks hard, periodt

Teases the shit out of you, you might wanna beg here too?!

Everybody move 🚨🚨

MIRROR SEX

WALL SEX

Y’all are gonna agree with me on this one,right?!

San is into mirror/wall sex

I don’t need to explain myself

He’d be slamming into you from behind, lifting your chin with his hand forcing you to watch how he’s fucking you

if you get too loud he’d slip his thumb into your mouth

you two be looking at each others eyes through the mirror all the ti.. *dead*

Doesn’t usually overstimulate you unless he’s gonna be gone for awhile

Makes sure you won’t be able to walk for a week or so

So he doesn’t feel guilty for leaving you

If that makes sense to you

Might

I repeat

Might consider having a threesome

ONLY IF ITS WITH #1 WOOYOUNG #2 MINGI

As I said before he’s really possessive and he hates sharing what‘s his

But woo and mingi are his hoes so yeah

Would never think about doing it with Seonghwa or Yunho

Baby thinks that they might make you feel better or idk!!

Now cuz he’s really possessive, he gets jealous easily

That means hard dom San has entered the chat

Rough sex

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Rarely happens

Only when he’s feeling extra insecure I’d say!

“Did you have fun acting like that slut you are around Seonghwa” “you think that Yunhos cock can make you feel better hmm?!” “How about i fuck you infront of everyone and make you scream my name so they know who this pussy belongs to?!”

it be like that sometimes

Anyways

I’m gonna stop here

Perhaps I cried while writing this cuz I’ll never relate

You won’t too

Hehe

Seonghwa

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[3:26pm] “We can’t do this here! What if someone sees?” w/ San

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You were pushing san. You were at the dorm with San and the rest of the members and you were being such a brat just so San would pay attention to you.

You were wearing booty shorts and one of Sans shirts and you were talking to the other members. You were honestly shamelessly flirting with Wooyoung and you could see San watching you from where he was sitting. San knew what you were doing so he tried not to pay any attention to you but when he saw you practically on top of Wooyoung he couldn’t take it anymore.

He stood up and looked you straight into the eyes, “Come help me in the kitchen, now.” you smirked as you stood up and walked behind him to the kitchen.

As soon as the two of you walked in he grabbed you and pushed you into the wall with a hand around your throat. “What the fuck are you doing? Wearing that in front of everyone? You look like a slut, I can see your whole ass.” You bit your lip to contain your snarky comments before you got into trouble.

“And flirting with Wooyoung like a slut… what should I do with you.” San shook his head at you, “Did you really want my attention that badly sweetheart?” San mocked. San’s grip on your neck tightened slightly when you nodded.

“Now you have my attention sweetheart, bend over.” Your heart stopped as you looked at San, “Don’t make me ask twice.” You obeyed and you bent over the counter in front of you. You were grateful that there was a wall separating the two of you and the other members, but knowing them they’re going to get nosey and try to see what the two of you are doing.

San pulled down both your shorts and underwear down just enough so he could see your dripping core. You hear him unzip his zipper and before you could comprehend what he was going to do he bottomed out inside of you with one thrust. “I- S-San Wait… we can't do this here! What if someone sees?”

You tried your best to keep your voice stable as he was fucking into you, “You wanted my attention, now you have it sweetheart.” San reached down to rub your clit as he pounded into you.

“San! Do you need more help?” You whined when you heard Wooyoung speak, knowing he could walk in at any time. “What do you think sweetheart? Do I need help?” You shake your head, “N-no…”

“It’s okay Woo, y/n is helping me just fine.” San thrusted into you so hard you thought they were going to hear you in the other room.

“Need you to cum or else Wooyoung is gonna come in here and see me fucking you like a whore.” You were moaning louder than you probably should have considering there were 7 people in the other room.

San was thrusting into you at an impossible speed while rubbing tight circles on your clit to get you to cum. “S-San, f-fuckfuckfuck” you were no means quiet anymore as you reached your orgasm. San pulled out and turned you around and you sunk to the floor so you could take him in your mouth.

Almost immediately he cums in your mouth with a groan. After you swallow everything he gave you, you picked up your pants and stood up. San ruffled your hair a little bit to make it look a little less messy and sweaty, “Come on sweetheart, you’re sitting next to me now.”

You and San walk out of the kitchen and Wooyoung looks at the two of you with a smirk, “It looked, and sounded like y/n helped you just fine.”

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“Yes I am a daddy’s girl”