#ateez western au

[thelargefrye]

February Filth Fest : DAY FOUR : PUBLIC SEX ... mature one - shot

pairing : outlaw!mingi x f!reader

genre : western au, outlaw au, smut, slight comedy

word count : 2.2k

warnings : language, mentions of crime, weapons (guns), mention of a bar fight, probably incorrect horse things (you've been warned), murder (yn shoots a guy)

smut warnings : unprotected sex, public sex (in an alleyway)

note : a part of a western au that i've been working on since october, so i hope you enjoy this little teaser

honorary tag : @sanjoongie

the town is thrown into a ruckus when an unknown stranger comes into town, but why exactly is he here and what does he want?

DAY THREE ↤ THE OUTLAW ↦ DAY FIVE

you knew something was going on int town when there was several older women gossiping. and not just one group, but several. someone new was in town, but who?

you knew it wasn't hongjoong, because if it was him then he would have come by to see you. not be in town and causing a ruckus.

perhaps it was just a traveler, they usually come through town to get supplies before leaving to the next town.

"miss y/n," a voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn your head to see one of the younger women rushing over to you. you recognize her as eunha and she comes up to you with a smile.

"have you heard about the stranger that arrived in town this morning?" she asked, voice in a whisper and you raise an eyebrow at her. curious as to what she would say.

"is that what all the fuss is about?" you ask and she nods excitedly at you.

"yes! he's got all the other girls swooning over his looks and how mysterious he is. rode into town this morning on a friesian horse and booked a room at the inn," she says and the color of the horse is what catches your attention.

"a... black horse you say?" you ask, tilting your head to the side and she nods her head.

"yeji saw it this morning and said it was the most beautiful friesian she had ever seen. those are so rare to see in these parts, expensive too," eunha says. you knew how rare that type of horse was in these parts, so it shocked you that this stranger would be riding one.

"would you excuse me, eunha, i need to finish my errands for the morning," you say and she nods, bidding you a farewell before rushing back to the other ladies.

"friesian horse, huh?" you say, clicking your tongue before you continue on your way. you'll have to talk to this "stranger" when you get back to the inn.

just as you're about to step into the inn, you halt in your footsteps as you look at the horse tied to the post outside. the horse and you look at each other before the animal lets out a few nays and sighs. it's hoof driving into the ground and kicking up dirt. you couldn't help but feel see red, fist clenching by your side as you recognize the horse.

you let out a sigh before attempting to calm yourself. putting on a smile as you turn towards the inn doors and walk inside.

"welcome back miss y/n, did you get all your errands done?" the innkeeper, sooyoung, asks as you step into the inn you had been staying at for the past three weeks.

"i did! anything happen while i was out?" you ask, walking over to her and hoping she would tell you anything about this stranger that had the town buzzing.

"got a new neighbor across the hall from your room. i would be careful though," she says, leaning closer to whisper the next part, "fella seems a little too suspicious if you ask me."

you smile at, "don't worry, i'm a big girl that can take care of herself," you say and she quirks an eyebrow at you, but doesn't question you.

"if you say so," she says and you smile before making your way up the stairs and to your room.

as you walk up the stairs, you pull the room key from your dress pocket as you reach the end of the hallway. you put the key into the lock and as you unlock the door to your room, you hear a door behind you open.

you open your room door, but don't go in. "you've made quite the ruckus in town," you say and you hear the stranger let out a deep chuckle.

you turn your body to see the stranger standing tall in all his glory as he leans against the doorframe of his room. a smirk on his face and hat tip just enough to almost obscure his eyes from your own.

and then you feel the rage you felt earlier wash over you as you look at the stranger. you drop your basket to the ground before marching over to the stranger and shoving him into his own room. you watch him stumble back, clearly not expecting you to have shoved him. he barely manages to catch himself, hands landing against his bed as he still falls to the floor.

carefully, as to not alert sooyoung, you close the door behind you before turning. mingi opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to cut him off.

"you bastard," you said, teeth clenched tightly together, "you stole my horse!" you yell pointing a finger at mingi who looks at you with wide, shocked eyes.

"i-i didn't steal your horse!" he says immediately, as he tries to ease your anger. it doesn't work.

"then care to explain why the fuck my horse is outside the inn right now, when i sure as hell didn't ride her into town?"

"h-hongjoong said for me to take cher and ride her into town," he says, and you frown at his words but you say nothing. so he takes this chance to continue. "he sent for me to come find you, that he received a letter from yunho giving him info on this new gig."

"new gig?" you question, crossing your arms as you watch mingi stand up and sit on the bed. you takes something out of his pocket before handing it to you.

you read the letter, looking between the paper with hongjoong's handwriting and the outlaw in front of you. you turn on your heel, crumbling the paper up before tossing it back to him.

"you're lucky hongjoong saved you or else i would have shot you for riding my horse," you say before leaving the room. mingi watches as you pick up your basket before going into your room and letting the door close behind you.

its a few days later when you are walking through town near the saloon when hear a number of different shouts and other noises coming from the bar. at first you are startled by the noises, eyes darting over to the town's saloon that isn't a stranger to the bar fights that break out every now and then.

however, this bar fight felt different. mainly because you knew mingi was lurking around and being a wanted criminal in a town that frequented other outlaws and bounty hunters didn't look good for him.

"fuck..." you trail off with a huff as you make your way over to the saloon, crouching right below the window. just enough to peek and see what is going on.

and sure enough there mingi was standing in the center with his pistols out and shooting at whoever is also shooting at him.

at least take cover you dumbass, you think, rolling your eyes. you're about to reach for your own pistol, willing to risk exposing your cover to help him when you hear the neighing and whining of a familiar horse.

turning you see cher throwing her head back and forth, front legs up and attempting to kick at the three men who are... trying to steal her.

"hey!" you shout, taking your pistol out and running towards the three men. "that's my horse you bunch of stealin' bastards, get away from her!"

"now little lady–

you immediately cut one of the men off by shooting a warning shot near his feet making him jump up and yelp.

"i told you to get away from my damn horse! now get, i don't miss my shots and that was your only warning."

then men are quick to look between each other before back at you and you notice one of them attempts to reach for his own pistol and you immediately shoot the man, watching him fall over dead.

the other two run off, leaving their dead buddy and you rush over to cher, to make sure they didn't harm her.

"hey girl, i've missed you. hongjoong and san been taking care of you?" you ask with a smile and you pet the spot between her eyes on her head. she lets out a noise and you laugh before hugging her. "hongjoong at least knows how to take care of you. sannie not so much," you tell her.

"i didn't know you were some type of horse-whisperer," you hear mingi say from behind you and you turn to see the outlaw looking at you with a smile. he looks a little roughed up, but probably nothing that has bothered him before. "also, san was taking good care of her. talkin' to her just like you were," he adds.

"she's a smart girl, he better be talkin' and takin' good care of her," you say matter-of-factly. "he learned from the best after all."

you watched as mingi walked closer to you, and that's when you noticed a cut across his nose. you note that'll treat him later when you get back to the inn – if that was even possible thanks to mingi's bar fight and you killing guy.

"whoa, what happened to him?" mingi asked, kicking the foot of the man that laid dead next to you and cher.

"him and his friends were trying to steal cher, so i took care of him," you tell him, "which wouldn't have happened if you didn't leave her alone to get into a bar fight."

"listen i–

"no, not here. too many ears around," you cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips to shush him. you look around before seeing that no one was around before dragging him to the alleyway nearby.

once the two of you were alone in the alley, that was when you started to yell at him.

"god, how could you be so stupid! starting a bar fight, what if yo–

mingi cuts you off by smashing his lips to yours and effectively shutting you up. you are stunned for a second before you return the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull your bodies closer.

you tangle your fingers into his hair and mingi's hand travel down your body and to your waist. however, before he could do anything you gripped his hair pulling him away from you. he let's out a small cry at the grip you have, the two of you out breath from the kiss.

"don't think this means you're off the hook," you say with a serious tone and mingi hums before he's kissing you again.

his fingers come up to untie your dress before you're hiking up the skirt of your dress and he's undoing his pants. you watch his dick spring out, already more than half erect and you wonder if the bar fight had anything to do with it.

you'll tease him later.

you feel a sort of adrenaline run through you as you realize that the two of you are about to have sex in an alleyway that anyone could possibly see the both of you. mingi pulls your undergarments to the side before he's rubbing the head of his cock between your folds.

the two of you let out several moans as you lean against the wall in order to hike your leg up as mingi pushes his cock into you.

"oh fuck," he says, his hand coming up to move your leg to wrap around his waist as he bottoms out into you. "fuck, so tight."

mingi gives you an experimental thrust and takes your breathy moan and your walls squeezing around him as the go head. and soon he's setting a quick pace, and maybe the knowledge of being in the open is fueling his speed.

the two of you don't say anything other than a few curses here and there as mingi leans down to press his lips against your neck. his cock abusing your pussy that hasn't had a cock in it in almost a month. you were desperate to come and encouraged mingi to go faster.

"f-fuck, mingi– f-fa-faster," you say with a moan, leaning your head against his shoulder as you feel your juices begin to leak down your thighs.

mingi doesn't say anything, instead listening to your pleas in going faster and his moans fill your ears as he goes even faster than what you thought was possible.

"i-i'm close," he says in your ear, thrust getting sloppier than usual and moments later he's stilling inside of you. you feel his cock throbbing inside of you as he fills you with his seed. mingi attempts to ride through his own orgasm to help you reach your own.

you also manage to come with a cry of his name, eyes filling with white spots as your head comes back to rest against the wall. you feel your body go limp from exhaustion as mingi rests his body weight against you and the wall for support.

after several minutes, mingi pulls away from you and brushes away any stray hairs that decided to stick to your face.

he opens his mouth to once again try and say something, but you cut him off before he has the chance, "you still aren't off the hook. wait till we get back to camp."

you then fix your dress, retying it before you're making your way out of the alleyway. mingi can only watch in shock at you before he follows quickly behind you.

"hey wait!"

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[byuntrash101]

lovers on the sun

reader x dom!mingi ft. yunho angst | smut | mdni 4.8k you never understood why mingi chose that life. chose to be an outcast, a loveless bandit. over the years you came to terms with it. you got married, you grew. but when the outlaw finds himself gravely wounded his instincts drag him back to you. to the person he's willing to sacrifice everything for. nsfw tags under the cut

plot, outlaw!au, friends to strangers to lovers (?), hurt/comfort (the hurt part doesn't go too hard dw), a lil' angsty but lowkey wholesome, cheating, mutual pinning, good ending, yunho is mentionned but does not appear. nsfw: nipple play, body whorship (f), pet names (baby, doll) oral (f), slight begging, unprotected sex (i mean they didnt have a choice back then), mingi in the cowboy hat and leather coat (im weak for him </3), big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms (f), creampie, cock warming, he's madly in love with you

playlist: jeannette - el muchacho de los ojos trites, david guetta - lovers on the sun, amy whinehouse - love is a losing game

a/n: thank you so much @ssaboala for hosting this amazing collab. and thank you @hwaightme for helping me so much and brainstorming ideas. also i really recommand you listen to the playlist it will for sure put you in the nostalgic western mood <3

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You can’t help but be worried as you wake up to a cold bed. You haven’t seen Yunho in a couple of days. You wonder if he’s fine as you look out the window of your room to the cornfields. It’s just after dawn but the hot summer air is already laying heavy over the fields, making the green and yellow stems undulate. 

You sigh heavily, imagining your husband on his horse in his uncomfortable and sweaty uniform combing the streets, the plains, the fields, the whole town, the whole state, maybe even the whole country. All of that on an empty stomach and sleep deprived.

But you knew he wasn’t going to come home before he caught him. Song Mingi. Ever since he was appointed sheriff it has been his life goal to catch him. The public enemy number one. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how much blood this man had on his hands. He pillaged and robbed and murdered. Always slippery like an eel and managing to get out of justice’s grasp.

Until a couple of days ago where he made a fatal mistake. Your husband jumped out of bed in the middle of the night and mobilized the entire department to look for the man. He was hurt and hiding somewhere. He only needed to be found. The dangerous outlaw reduced to a defenseless flower only waiting to be plugged. This time he knew he was done for and Yunho was going to finally catch him and bring him to justice and ultimately to the gallows. Where your husband thought the fugitive’s righteous place was. Behind the church and six feet under.

You chuckled humorlessly to yourself at the name. You used to know this name. You used to know it very well. Or at least you thought you did. You used to be close to Song Mingi. The three of you were. Mingi, Yunho and you. You were just a bunch of teenagers, you didn’t have a worry in the world. But you grew up and Yunho joined the force as Mingi did and you can only guess power got to his head. He eventually got caught involved in shady business with even shadier people. Until he left and became the fugitive. The outlaw you only knew by the wanted posters put up everywhere in town.

His name lost all familiarity. But your heart couldn’t forget about his soft half smile. About the warmth pulling in his orbs when the three of you stayed up in the hill to watch the stars, sleeping under the open night sky, despite the snakes and coyotes. Even the crackling fire couldn’t rivalize with the blaze of his sharp eyes on you. You couldn't forget his rough hand snaking its way on your nape, pulling you closer to lay the gentlest kiss on your lips. You nervously glanced over at Yunho sleeping next to the both you. You felt nervous even if this happened long before you got married, long before he confessed to you. And for Mingi there was not a trace of doubt on his sharp features, no evil in his eyes. Only love. You thought at least.

That was the very last night you saw him. The next day he fled to the valley and proceeded with his life of crime. Your heart ached again, how could he have chosen that life… over what he had. Why would he choose a blood stained pile of shriveled dollar bills instead of this night on the hills with you… instead of this kiss? Instead of you?

You shook your head trying to forget about the uncomfortable feeling of your skin crawling as the wholesome memory turned into bitter dormant ache. You have accepted it over the years. Truth was you never knew Song Mingi… You only knew about the sheep but never about the wolf.

But then again you have to get on with your day, and carry on. Life goes on and doesn’t wait. You have to take care of the animals in the barn.

Since Yunho was the town’s sheriff earned enough money for the both of you it wasn’t necessary for you to have a huge farm. A couple of pigs, some hens, two horses and a cow was well enough and tending to them was the only labor you ought to do. 

You traded your nightgown for a dress more appropriate to work in. A light blue flowy ankle length dress with long sleeves and a high neckline that was going to protect your skin from the hot sun, but would still let you breathe through the light material.

You hoped in your worn out brown leather ankle boots and headed to the barn. First of all, you start by checking if the hens laid eggs, you gently push the chickens to harvest the six eggs and place them in your basket that you set aside then you go to feed the cow. You go to take a big serving of hay and you make a mental note that you’ll have to go by the neighboring farm and purchase some more because you are running out. Maybe the cow and horses have been especially hungry lately. 

You place the hay in the big manger and head to the fence to let the cow take a stroll in the prairie next to the house. 

As you reach out the fence, you nearly scream. The handle is covered in blood. The colors leave your face as you realize that the traces are fresh as you see one single drop on the dusty floor. You squint and realize there’s a trail of blood going out the barn. You follow the trail circling the barn and landing behind it, the trail disappearing behind tall weeds and bushes that you had left unattended for quite a while.

You pushed aside the leaves and discovered some rags maculated with blood and at the end of the trail a man, lying, his back resting against a small trunk, sitting on a pile of hay. Barely holding off.

Mingi didn't even know why he dragged his mutilated body out here to rot in the sun, he didn't know why he took that chance. He just had to. If he wasn't going to see the sun rise again tomorrow then he at least wanted to see it set on a familiar face. A face he held in his memory so dearly. Even after all these years. 

After all this time, when he finally sees it, the face he pulled through thick and thin for. Your face. Your face emerging from the bushes. There are not enough words in the world for him to express the relief he feels. He doesn’t have enough time to carefully curate them and voice them outloud. So he only chooses to smile.

You, on the other hand, felt your heart jumping in your throat, the frantic muscle getting stuck there, making you swallow thickly as your eyes grow in surprise. You have trouble believing your senses. Have you stayed in the sun for too long? Have you contracted yellow fever? Can you trust your eyes, reflecting this image of the past? A figure you thought (and maybe even hoped) you would never see again?  But you know your eyes aren’t deceiving you the second his lips curl into a half smile, rounding up only one of his cheeks. The familiar sight takes you back to the hills, to the crackling bonfire, to the starry sky, to the warmth of his orbs. Even if you see the red tint of diluted blood on his teeth and the way pain twits his eyebrows. It’s the same. The same smile you remembered.

“Mingi?” you finally breathe out, broken voice hindered by your heart still sitting in your throat. Barely audible. But still heard by the beaten man. 

“Hi doll” his deep voice echoed yours, hardly louder than a whisper. 

There’s no resentment, no hatred, no evil in his voice, in his eyes. And for that instant you forget about the endless tales of horrors, about the murders and the blood and you forget about the wolf. Because you see only the sheep, hurt and needing your help.

You throw yourself on your knees next to him, you wrap your arms around him, careful to avoid the wounds. 

Mingi closes his eyes and you lean against him as he suppresses a cough. He almost forgot about the smell of your hair, about the warmth of your hands, about the sound of your voice. Almost, but he didn’t. He could never even if he tried. He could lose everything but you. And if you were only a memory then it was all he needed.

***

You brought the man inside, limping and leaning on your side. You sat him in the wooden and creaking chair of the dining room. The tall man grunted as he settled down.

You kneeled next to him. And very carefully, you lifted his long leather coat to uncover the blood maculated shirt.

"So... How does it look doc?" Mingi joked, even going as far as to lightly chuckle before the sharp pain on his side wiped the half smile off his face.

"Let me help you" you said, carefully peeling the fabric off, the coagulated blood stuck to the opened wound, making Mingi wince as he felt the air blow on his sweaty skin. You ran your finger across his skin, carefully avoiding the wound.

Your touch was so soft, so gentle. Mingi sighed, closing his eyes. Your tenderness almost making him forget about the pain jabbing him. It's been so long, so so long since Mingi has felt this. He hasn't felt a soft touch in a lifetime, a contact that was free of any kind of aggression, that didn't demand anything from him, that only intended to soothe him.

It's been so long since he's felt safe.

That was the word. He felt safe. Safe with you even though he was half naked, wounded and unarmed. He felt safe.

You took your time to treat the wound, cleaning it with what you had on hand, which was the rest of a bottle of home distilled bourbon, warm water and clean rags. You patched him up and handed him his hat back.

"You should go, Mingi" you started after a long silence. You tried to conceal the lump inside your throat as you enunciated the heavy words.

Mingi looked up at you, grabbing his hat. He didn't want to go.

"Y/n.. I-"

"You know he might come back. If he finds you here he's gonna..." you hesitated. “Finish the job”

"You mean kill me?" Mingi looked you dead in the eye, a coldness laying latent in his orbs, a coldness that gave you shivers along your spine even with the hot sun heating up the windows of the small dining room.

You closed your eyes shut trying to chase away tears. After all these years and all he’s done. You couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

Mingi wanted to scream. Why did he get to be with you, to touch you, to lay next to you every night while he was perpetually running, fleeing and living on the edge of the world like a wild dog. Barely surviving on the sole memory of you and the love he felt and feels for you.

"Mingi..." you started hesitantly. You had the chance to ask now, maybe this opportunity would never represent itself again.

"Why did you kiss me that night?"

Mingi’s anger evaporated into smoke as his eyes snapped to you. For all these years he had feared you somehow resented him. That somehow the tales of his life came back to you and poisoned your heart. He feared that you too saw him as the bandit, the outlaw he had become. But there was no hatred in your quavering voice, no bitterness pooling in your orbs. Only incomprehension and sorrow. 

Your eyes were glazed over by a sheen of budding tears, drooping in sorrow and you looked up intensely at the man. 

You waited for an answer, you waited long enough, you waited for years. And waiting again for those few seconds was too much.

“Why did you kiss me if you were going to leave me Mingi?” this time you called his name. And Mingi felt like the question had wrapped around his heart and was holding it tightly, squeezing it until the agonizing organ gave out.

“What did he tell you?” Mingi finally spoke, tipping his cowboy hat down, making sure to conceal his face.

“What?”

“What did Yunho tell you?” Mingi reiterated, this time his voice broke, echoing the shattering of his heart.

“I-” you started, stuttering.

“I never did any of those things, y/n” he finally rips the hat off his face, the disheveled and sweaty hair adding a layer of urgency to his state of despair as he raises his voice in frustration. “Yunho planted the evidence! He framed me! Because he couldn't stand that I was to become sheriff, he wanted to control the city, he wanted the power and he wanted… you…”

Mingi took a deep breath, his voice softening to a whisper. “He wanted you for himself. Because that night I-... I-” Mingi hesitated as you hung on his lips. “I wanted to marry you, y/n.”

You felt the blood vanish from your face. You became livid and your vision blurred, your world was crumbling before your very eyes.

“This is impossible” you whispered more to yourself than anything else.

“In the morning I told Yunho that I had kissed you and wanted to marry you and he couldn't bear it. So he framed me as a bad man to get me out of your life. I ain't no saint! I know! But the rest of it, I only did because I needed to survive. I stole to feed and killed to defend myself. Never in cold blood. Y/n, you have to believe me!”

Mingi’s words were mushing together barely making any sense in your ears that were already rigging, you felt dizzy, you felt ill. How could that be the man you married? The man you shared your life with. The man that looked at you with the most innocent big round eyes. The man that you knew cherrich justice above all else, so much that he didn’t care that sword of justice he was wielding struck his best friend because he was led astray and that was the treatment reserved for criminals. 

But that was all an act. It was never about righteousness and justice, it was about vengeance and envy.

Your knees gave out and you stumbled onto Mingi’s chest. He caught you in time, wrapping his strong arms around you, grunting as you pressed your weight onto the fresh wound. 

Your life was collapsing. Your chest started to heave up and down rapidly, your heart racing as your reality faded to black. Nothing to anchor yourself to. Nothing real, nothing you could hold on to to keep yourself afloat. Only lies and smoke. And you fell and fell into panic and into Mingi. 

Suddenly you were back again, back from the darkness and you looked at him to find your peace again, both lost in this familiar silence. He protectively wrapped his strong arms around you, and soothingly pressed your head against his chest, the leather of his long coat brushed against your cheek as Mingi held you just like that. He felt his warmth, you heard his heart beating against his ribs and you felt… him. Not the outcast, not the outlaw, but just your friend Mingi.

Ever so gently, with a softness you had never ever known from a man, even your husband, he wrapped his hands made rough from labor around your chin and gently lifted your face upwards, you found that Mingi’s eyes were as deep as the sea, just as mysterious and alluring, strangely welcoming.

And slowly, very slowly Mingi closed the distance between you. Giving you all the time in the world to voice your desire for him to stop if you felt that way. But you didn't want him to stop, instead you gripped at the long coat tighter, somehow afraid that he too was a mirage, a body made of haze that was just another lie. You had to make sure he, at least, was real. True.

And he was.

When your lips connected you felt as if your body has gone up into flames, open fire bursting from your chest to your heart, convincing you to close your eyes, and give complete access to Mingi. But even though he didn’t that use trust to his advantage, he didn't engulfed himself into you. Instead he gently deepened the kiss, taking the time to let you warm up as your fingers relaxed around the worn out leather. Mingi’s hands were getting to know you, caressing the soft cotton of your dress. His rough palms contrasted greatly with the softness of his touch.

Slowly he parted his lips, his tongue gently slipping into your mouth inviting your tongue into a dance, giving a few kitten licks and getting to taste you, you moaned when his hands reached down to the small of your back. 

“Mingi” you breathed against his mouth. There was no words to describe what that simple word did to him. Simply his name gently murmured like this. It was like having an angel speaking of the devil's name so fondly, so gently. He didn't feel worthy but there was plenty of time tomorrow for guilt. Today Mingi only had time for you.

He gently laid you back onto the wooden dining table and you hoisted yourself up on your elbows, he leaned over you as his kiss spilled from your lips to your neck. You whined once when your lips mourned the loss of his warmth and once when you felt his hot and wet tongue glide across the thin skin of your neck, you let your head fall back as Mingi progressed further down until he’s met with the collar of your dress. You don't want to lose the way he feels on your skin so your hands quickly busy themselves with the buttons, practically ripping them off to take the thick fabric that separated you from Mingi off you while he watches with this signature half smile, satisfied to see you so eager to expose yourself to him. 

As soon as you’re done with buttons he latched on your skin again, sucking on your collar bone going down and then up the curve of your breasts until he reached your bra he swiftly reached around to unclasp it, he drew back to see the way your beautiful breasts spilled out of the article, gently falling over at each side of your chest. Mingi’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes avidly roamed over you, taking your form in. 

The way his eyes turned sharp as he looked at you made you squeeze your thigh together as your felt arousal pool into your lower stomach, heat spilling into your underwear.

“So pretty” he murmured before he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, immediately hardening into a tight nub. He flicked his tongue on the erected knob while his warm hand kneaded the other one, perfectly distributing his attention to your body, already feeling sensitive. You arched your back and pushed his face further into your skin when he sucked on the hardened nipple, making your moan his name. 

“Fuck- Mingi” you panted. “Don’t stop”

Mingi briefly stood back up to take the long coat off, only harboring the leather vest that let you admire his toned arms flexing as he ripped the coat off to throw it over one of the chairs. He didn't even bother taking the dress off you, only flipping it over your stomach as he pulled down your underpants, leaving your bottom half completely nude. 

Suddenly coy you pressed your thighs together, shielding your modesty from his ardent gaze, he looked back up at you with knitted brows, such desperation swimming in his eyes, as if he absolutely needed to see you.

“Please” he exhaled. “Please let me see you, y/n” he pleaded.

And you finally parted your legs, first your feet then your knees and finally your thighs.

“Fuck” Mingi cursed as he palmed his aching  lengh throught his pants. He was finally seeing you, like how he imagined you a thousand times. But even the wildest dreams could never live up to that reality, to the truth of you, you were breathtaking. The way your beautiful center was already swollen with need, twitching in anticipation to be touched, your folds covered with the glistening sheen of your juices lazily running down your entrance. 

Mingi felt like he’d finally seen the light. Like redemption was within grasp, somehow contained within your holy form. He felt like he needed to worship you, like he needed to get on his knees and so he did. 

He kneeled in front of you, snaking his arms around your things and grasping at the supple flesh to pull you closer to him, bringing his lips close to your most private of places.

You felt heat rush to your face and chest as your heart raced, uncontrollably hammering into your chest, menacing to break free anytime as Mingi dug his nose right into your folds. 

“Oh my g-” you gasped as soon as he made contact with you. Your head immediately spinning, your core quivering and demanding more.

Mingi planted one soft kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves, then went to your entrance where he flattened his tongue to swiped it across, spreading your folds and scooping as much as your slick as possible, earning a whimper from you. Mingi wanted more of this, of your sweet taste, more of your honey coating his tongue, more of your beautiful voice singing soft melodies into his ears, more of your beautiful face looking down at him in pleasure, glossy eyes pleading for more.

“Baby” he moaned against you before burying his face into you, flicking his tongue on your clit as you moaned again, louder this time. Mingi concentrated on this part of you, assaulting your clit with flicks after flicks, jolts after jolts of divine pleasure, spreading heat in all of your limbs. Mingi felt your thighs tense up in his hold and he suddenly let go. 

You whined as you felt your desperate center throb for more of him. You looked up at him right on time to see him sink not one but two long fingers inside your tight heat. Immediately curling them into your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head, once again you let out a lewd sound that bounces off the walls making the hairs on Mingi’s nape stand and his length leak arousal. 

“You like that?” he asked, deep voice a little more impatient.

“Yes!” you exhaled. “Please more, more” you begged, your eyes coming back into focus.

“Of course, doll” he said before coming back down to your demanding center. He pumped his long fingers in and out of your heat, each time your eager little cunt pulled them back inside, tightly gripping around them. He wrapped his tongue around your clit, sucking and licking until you were on the verge of your release.

“Please” you said, your hand flying between your legs to keep Mingi’s face exactly where it was. “Don’t stop” you breathed, your thighs tensing, your swollen clit pulsing under Mingi’s wet and hot tongue.

“Fuck” you said, pressing on his face a little harder which made him smirk agaisnt you. “I'm cumming” you said in a strangled moan, you legs trembling your orgasming center gushing more and more of your honey , completely quenching Mingi’s thirst for your sweet nectar, walls fluttering around his fingers as he guided you down.

Mingi hurriedly kicked his pants off him and stood between your legs, large cock resting heavily in his palm, the head made red and shiny with precum.

“Please give me another one of those” he whispered with edginess, deep voice strained with need. “I wanna see and hear that again.” he rubbed his cock against your folds, mixing both of your essences into one, drenching his length with your slick. “Please this time cum on my cock” he gently pushed his tip inside you, closing his eyes shut as he felt your walls fluttering around his cock head, finishing your previous orgasm around his cock, your pretty little pussy pulsing around him as he continued to push himself in, breathing heavily to keep himself from bursting on the spot.

“Fuck” he cried, finally peeling his eyes open. “You feel so good around me baby” he breathed. “You’re so pretty, so perfect” he praised you. Taking a good look at you. You were stunning, beads of sweat running down your temples, your breasts spilling from the half undone dress, said dress completely wrinkled and roughed up, not hiding anything away from him anymore. 

“Ok” you said, out of breath, pushing a dampened strand of hair away from your face. “Make me cum around your cock, Mingi” you said, spreading your legs even wider, giving Mingi an even better view of his cock splitting you in two.

“Fuck-” Mingi cursed again, immediately taking you up on the offer. He started to pull out only to push back in again, just as gently. The way his girth split you open made you moan his name. You whimpered at the delicious stretch of your walls accommodating his generous mengh as he filled you up to the brim so perfectly almost like you were made for him entirely. 

“Please harder, Mingi” you said, your fingers pulling into the leather cropped vest, where you could see from underneath his toned abs and belly button. 

“Of course, doll” he said as he picked the pace, a wince of pleasure sneaking on his face when you gripped even tighter around him, letting out a satisfied groan. 

With each powerful thrust he was grazing against your g spot making your moan and arch your back, pushing your hips into him everytime he pushed himself back in.

“Fuck you’re so good to me baby” he panted, a large bead of sweat running from his hairline along the bridge of his sharp and long noze. 

You only replied with more moans, growing louder and louder as you both fucked each other, rocking the dining table recklessly the sound of your skin clashing and filling up the space along with groans and grunts.

“Baby, I'm close” Mingi said in a strangled and high pitched moan that was far from the usual deep voice he used.

“Me too” you answered “Please inside” you struggled to make sense. “Please cum inside me”

You didnt care about the consequences right now, moreover you weren't even thinking about them. You only thought about Mingi deep inside of you giving you the raw, rough unfiltered love you have been needing for years. Ever since he kissed you back on the hills. And suddenly you were back at the hilltop again.

Your body started to shake as you came undone again as Mingi delivered large and thick ropes of burning cum inside your heat, your name slipping off his lips a thousand times. Both of your bodies going up in flames, throwing each other in the fire that lighted you both as he kissed you again.

You pulsed uncontrollably around him, as he became sloppy, his thrusts more shallow and irregular until they came to a stop. He crashed over your body, panting, chest heaving up and down as you stroked his hair. He stayed inside you for a while, his cum lazily dripping out of you. He didn't want to lose this connection with you, he wanted to stay right there. Right here with you.

***

“Come with me” Mingi said as he was ready to hop on one of your horses, as the sun was setting over the fields. 

“Mingi I-” you started.

“Forget about him” Mingi cut you off before you have a chance to mention your husband's name. He took your hands into his big and rough ones. “Come back with me to the hills, y/n” he said. You opened your mouth to speak again but Mingi didn't let you talk. He was afraid of your answer. “We won't have much but we will have each other. And if I have you then I have everything” he pressed his chest against yours and you heard his heart beat into your ear, testifying of his true feelings, much deeper than any words. 

This was your chance to let the deceiving lies behind to embrace a life of true love. And you took your chance. As you hoped on the horse right behind Mingi, leaving the empty house behind. You held onto him, your fingers found their way and intertwining with the leather again as you rode into the sunset, lifting the dry dirt in your wake. The stars finally crossing as your destinies took the same path. The sun meeting you on the horizon, inviting you with it.

Two star crossed lovers on the sun.

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a/n: phewww it is done! i cant even begin to explain the STRUGGLE i had while writing this but i hope it turned out good? maybe? it was wayyyy out of my comfort zone if you liked it please tell me in the comments or reblog (pls don't use the community labels please) or leave a nice ask. that would mean so much <3. anyways thank you for the awesome collab anne @ssaboala. don't forget to check out the other authors' amazing fics here. byeee~

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➥ anarchist!San × fem!Reader summary: in the city of Neo Seoul in the year 2073, a group of bikers turned anarchists outlaws have decided to go through with a life changing heist. The plans have been laid, the timeline set, all that's left is to say goodbye but San never expected it to be this hard. wc: 10.9k genres/themes/au: angst, smut; fantasy, science fiction, cyberpunk, dystopian, western, & biker gang themes, anarchist!Ateez, outlaw!Ateez; non idol au, dystopian au, cyberpunk au warnings: ANGST AHEAD (you have been warned lol), adult dialogue, female reader, the characters break the laws of their society, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @wonderfulshinee @candidupped @dejavernon @violagoth @tigermoonbiss @katsukis1wife @luvsooby @thesolarplanetarysystem @salty-for-suga @devilsmatches @dmnspiit @simeonswhore @yangracha @seonghwalover @atinypurr @aikyubi

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a/n: part of the Operation Outlaw : Before the Boom collab with several of my friends and fellow @cultofdionysusnet writers. We conceived this idea when the first teasers were dropped for the Outlaw comeback and we've been talking and working almost around the clock about it, tossing ideas around until we weaved together an intricate story set in the near future. Thank you so much for reading and please check out the other writers' pieces which can be found on the collab masterlist here! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. Adult content divider made by @cafekitsune and banner made by me. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All my works ©️ kwanisms

smut warnings: possessive!San, sub!Reader, grinding/dry humping, use of pet names (baby, baby girl), sex photos/video, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, finger sucking, oral (f receiving feat pussy drunk San), unprotected sex (use condoms), creampie, San is in love and highkey possessive but the reader loves it. I think I got all the warnings but if I missed any, please let me know!

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Glancing at the clock, San saw it was almost 100 and looked back down at his food. From the front seat, he could hear the faint sound of racing music as Wooyoung and Cardinal sat in the front seats, playing some sort of rhythm racing game on their phones.

“You two really like that game, don’t you?” San asked, making Wooyoung glance up. Cardinal let out a triumphant cheer as her character passed Wooyoung’s and crossed the finish line first.

Wooyoung let out a groan, throwing his head back against the headrest.

“That doesn’t count, he distracted me!” he whined. Cardinal smirked at Wooyoung before responding as if she were speaking to a baby.

“Awww it’s okay Woo,” she cooed. “Maybe next time.”

Cardinal put her phone away and glanced back. “Hand me one of those boxes,” she said, pointing to the food Yeosang had delivered only moments ago. San, who was already digging into his own food, set his utensils down and grabbed an unopened box, handing it to Cardinal who thanked him and took the fork he offered as well.

Wooyoung watched as the pair dug into their food. “What is that?” he asked, eyeing the food in Cardinal’s box. She held up the box for Wooyoung to sniff and he backed away. “What is that?” he asked again, albeit a little more disgusted.

Cardinal rolled her eyes and continued to eat. “You’re so dramatic.”

Wooyoung climbed into the back to sit beside San, grabbing another container and opening it, giving it a sniff as well. “Blech,” he said, closing it. “Of all the places Yeo could have gotten a job at, he had to pick the worst place in the district,” he scoffed.

San’s brow furrowed. “Don’t knock it until you try it,” he replied, picking up a plastic fork and digging into the noodles. Wooyoung pretended to gag, making San roll his eyes. “See,” Cardinal said, drawing both their attention. “What did I say? He’s dramatic.”

San nodded as Wooyoung shrugged and moved back up next to Cardinal reaching out to tickle her side. The sound of her giggles filled the van until she tried, and failed, to sternly tell Wooyoung off.

While San and Cardinal ate, Wooyoung pulled his phone out again and started up a new game of whatever new noisy musical rhythm game he’d downloaded.

“Have you heard from Joong?” San asked as he picked up his cup, taking a sip and turning his head to look at the back of Wooyoung’s head.

The younger man paused his game, still staring at his phone, no doubt reading something on the screen. Next to him, San could see Cardinal holding her phone, smirking at Wooyoung while Wooyoung typed something back.

San waited for his friends to answer but when they didn’t after a couple minutes, he spoke up again.

“Yo, Wooyoung!” he said, a little louder this time. Wooyoung nearly spun around in his seat. “What?” he asked, looking mildly shocked, like he’d been caught doing something. Cardinal tried to keep from laughing as she went back to eating her food.

“Did you hear me?” San asked, suspicious of his friend’s shifty behavior.

Wooyoung shook his head. “No, what did you say?”

San sighed, resisting the urge to chew his best friend out for not listening to him. “I asked if you’ve heard from Joong,” he answered, waiting for Wooyoung to answer him. “Oh,” Wooyoung said, shifting in his seat. Cardinal spoke up for him.

“Yeah. He said to hang tight for a bit. He’s checked in with everyone else and we’re all good to go,” she answered. “He contacted me earlier.”

San nodded as Wooyoung glanced back down at his phone, thumbs tapping away as he typed something quickly, throwing a glance at Cardinal who immediately checked her phone. If San wasn’t suspicious before, he definitely was now.

“Hey, uh,” Wooyoung said suddenly. “I’m not trying to sound like a dick here, but could you like… leave?”

San stared at his friend with a deadpan expression before turning to look at Cardinal who avoided his gaze. ‘Seriously?’

“Leave?” San asked, voice void of any emotion. “You want me to leave?”

Wooyoung nodded, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Uh yeah. I hate kicking you out of the van, like this, you know that but—” San sighed heavily, closing his takeout container and setting it aside. “Sure. Fine,” he replied flatly. Had he been looking at them, he would have seen the apologetic looks on both Wooyoung and Cardinal’s faces.

“Just… please don’t squishy my food or ruin my pallet,” San grumbled, Wooyoung grimacing as San grabbed his jacket. “Sorry,” he replied as San opened the back of the van and hopped out.

He shut the door, stopping briefly to pull on his red leather jacket.

“Nah,” he said as he moved around to the driver’s door. “It’s cool.”

Both Cardinal and Wooyoung gave him apologetic smiles.

“Get it, or whatever,” San added as he raised his fist for Wooyoung to give him a bump, Cardinal blushing furiously. “I’ll be back before 500,” he added before setting off, leaving Wooyoung and Cardinal in the van.

San wasn’t one to let Wooyoung talk him into or out of things easily but he had his suspicions about Wooyoung and Cardinal’s relationship since day one and this just confirmed what he already assumed.

San walked around the corner, taking back alleys and streets, not wanting to run into anyone he didn’t want to see. His walk took him just past the customs shop where he saw Yunho working on a bike. San walked over, Yunho looking up as he approached.

“Hey,” Yunho said as he set the wrench in his hand down and picked up a dirty shop rag.

“What’s up?”

San looked around before looking up at Yunho.

“Where’s Jongho?” he asked. Yunho rolled his eyes. “Probably somewhere with Raven where there aren’t cameras,” he answered with a smirk and San immediately understood his meaning, a smile forming on his face.

“Why are you here?” Yunho asked suddenly.

“Woo and Cardinal kicked me out of the van,” San answered, shrugging as he tucked his hands into his jacket pocket. “So I’m taking a walk,” he added.

Yunho nodded, watching San carefully.

“I’d take a ride but someone has my bike,” he added. Yunho laughed sheepishly. “Hey, Joong wanted me to make some last minute adjustments,” he said, holding his hands up before he gestured for San to follow him. The two walked to the other side of the garage where Yunho pressed a button, lowering the garage door.

Once shut, he opened another door and allowed San to enter before following him.

“You want to take her out?” Yunho asked as he locked the door and flipped a switch, fluorescents flooding the room with bright white light.

The room had no windows and was an extension of the garage where Yunho worked on the motorbikes. The ones the city outlawed three years ago. San nodded. “Actually, yeah,” he said as he walked past the seven other bikes until he came to his.

It was an older Kawasaki model originally manufactured from 2006 to 2038. A Ninja 650 that San had a hand in completely customizing with Yunho’s help. San looked over the custom paint job, extra parts he had installed with an exceptional fondness.

The paint had been touched up and new decals applied with only the expertise and care that Yunho showed. “It should be ready for tomorrow,” Yunho explained as he moved to unchain the bike from the others.

“You can take her for a spin but make sure to bring her back before 400,” he said as San moved to mount the bike, running his hands over the handlebars.

“You listening to me?” Yunho asked as he placed the lock back on the chain. San nodded. “Back by 400,” he replied. “Got it.”

“Anything else?” He turned his head to find Yunho smiling at him, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Have fun,” he replied before tossing the keys over and pushing a button on the wall to open the small garage door. San put the key in the ignition and started the bike which came to life with a roar and settled into a loud purr.

He turned to look at his friend. “She sounds fucking amazing,” he called over the idling engine. Yunho waved him off and without another word, San put the bike in gear, turned off the brake, and let off the clutch.

He carefully rode the bike out of the shop into a slim alleyway and turned to head away from the city center. As soon as he was clear, Yunho shut the garage and San took off, driving down the alley as carefully as he could.

He knew if he rode on the main streets, he would be spotted by authorities and he didn’t want to deal with that so he stuck to the back streets and alleys as he moved further and further from the center.

As he continued, the buildings grew shorter in stature, the electronic billboards replaced with old painted ones as he drove further into the edge of town.

He didn’t know where he was going to go initially but as he headed further and further away, growing more and more bold, his mind was made up for him.

The diner.

Neo Seoul was built on top of the former city, new skyscrapers reaching high into the clouds, all state of the art made of glass and metal. The older brick buildings were slowly replaced until only the old buildings stood in the outskirts.

San never much liked the city, finding it congested, full of fake people, and the adverts didn’t help. He hated how commercial everything was. He hated everything about the city. Not just on the surface level but deep down, it was corrupt, almost like a rotted core, working its way out, killing the organism from the inside out.

As San reached the outskirts, he slowed his bike, pulling up to the diner and parking the bike out back behind the building where he knew it wouldn’t be spotted. San removed the key and got up, making his way around the front of the building and entering through the front door.

The diner was a cliche and niche place, styled after a diner from 1950’s America and serving the same fare that one would find at such an establishment. San looked around as he entered, greeting one of the servers who rolled past him on roller skates. Another part of the charm and atmosphere of the diner.

San took a seat in the booth at the back of the room, ignoring the looks from some of the other patrons as he sat down.

A different server rolled up to greet him as San grabbed a menu from a small metal holder at the end of the table against the window. “What can I get you?” she asked, forcing San to look up. She was younger, possibly college age.

“A cherry coke please,” San answered as he looked back down to gloss over the menu. “And maybe a cheeseburger,” he added. The server jotted his order down on her table. “Fries okay?” she asked to which San nodded.

“Coming right up,” she said as she rolled away, leaving him alone for a moment before she returned with his drink. As she turned to roll away, San quietly stopped her. “Is Cherry here?” he asked softly.

The server’s eyes widened for a moment before narrowing.

“Uh, who’s asking?” she asked, looking at him suspiciously.

“Could you tell her Cola is here,” San asked, ignoring the confused look on the poor girl’s face. “She’ll know what it means.”

The server nodded slowly before skating away and behind the counter. She glanced back once before disappearing into the kitchen.

San had only been to this place a couple times before. It’d been a long time since he last visited. The interior was exactly the same.

The same red top tables with silver legs and matching booths line the front wall of the restaurant. A tall bar separated the kitchen from the restaurant with red bar stools that swivel on the spot. A swinging metal door with a round window separated the bar from the kitchen.

Caddies with condiments including sugar and creamer sat at the end of the tables, accompanying the metal menu holders under large picture windows with white blinds.

San was staring out the window, having spent the last couple minutes staring at the bubbles in his plastic cup clinging to the sides when he heard someone approach.

“Your cheeseburger with fries,” a familiar voice said, prompting San to look up and smile as he found himself face to face with quite possibly his favorite person.

You smiled as you set his plate down in front of him. “When Sango said Cola was asking for me, I was a little shocked,” you said as San looked up at you. “Haven’t seen you around here in a while.” The smile on San’s face fell.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said softly. You smiled at him with that same bright smile you always gave him. The radiant one you reserved only for puppies and him.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “I’m sure you’ve been quite busy.” San nodded slowly. You had a way of always leaving him speechless.

Ever since meeting you on the playground in primary school, San was shy and soft-spoken around you. Not that he was particularly loquacious to begin with. He’d always been more of an introvert but it got worse moving to the city with his family.

He was the new kid and even though he had his older sister, she was more preoccupied with her friends and her own life than with making sure San was okay. He kept to himself most of that first week. Until he literally bumped into you on the playground.

He’d been playing by himself in the jungle gym when some of the older boys kicked him out of their fort. San decided to use the slide to escape and that was how he accidentally mowed you down into the wood chips.

The other kids were quick to check on you but you were much tougher than San expected, even with the nasty scrape on your knee. He apologized profusely, expecting you to yell at him or cry for the teacher but you surprised him yet again by crouching down to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

You introduced yourself shortly after and an unlikely friendship was started.

Where San was shy and quiet, you were loud and friendly with everyone.

The entire class liked you. Including San.

Your friendship continued into junior high where San discovered he had feelings for you. It started when one of your fellow classmates came up and asked you to go to the movies.

A jealousy San had never experienced before erupted from his stomach and settled in his chest and you blushed and politely turned the guy down, saying your father wasn’t allowing you to date until high school.

San then made it his mission to keep the other boys away from you, partly for your father’s sake but also for his own.

He didn’t want to share you with anyone else.

He was possessive in that regard.

In high school, you started paying more attention to your appearance, wearing makeup and spending more time with your girl friends but you always made time for San. His feelings only got stronger and stronger.

San never mentioned his feelings for you, too afraid to ruin your friendship.

It wasn’t until your last year together that San finally confessed, assuming you would go off to college while San got a job and he would probably never see you again.

He was shocked, to say the least, when you reciprocated his feelings and kissed him, murmuring something about him taking long enough. Since then, it had been a slow but steady pace until San joined the underground resistance, something he kept secret from both his family and from you.

As far as you knew, he worked at a mechanic shop.

He would try to see you as often as he could between actually working and devoting time to the small rebel biker gang he joined.

Whatever free time he had, he tried to devote to you but it was difficult when he lived deep inside the city center while you lived on the outskirts of town. As he became more involved in the resistance, he saw you less and less.

So, rare moments like this he always treasured.

“You got time?” San asked, looking up at you while you checked your watch.

“Let me finish getting my food out and I’ll come back for my break,” you replied with a smile. San watched as you skated away before starting to dig into his food.

It was only a few moments later when you returned and sat down in the booth with him, sipping on your water while you talked. You told him all about what had happened since the last time you saw one another, occasionally stealing his fries.

San listened with rapt attention as you spoke animatedly, telling him stories about your life at home, where you were living, your neighbors, anything you could think of.

You had just finished telling him a story about one of your coworkers when you cleared your throat.

“Ben proposed to me.”

San, who had been taking a sip of his drink sputtered and coughed.

You leaned forward, looking concerned but he waved his hand while he coughed a few times before clearing his throat. “I forgot you were dating him,” he murmured, sounding a little dejected. You noticed immediately.

“Yeah. It was so sudden. I didn’t expect it,” you said with a nervous chuckle, bringing your hand up to brush some of your hair back. San followed your hand but surprisingly didn’t see a ring.

“I don’t see a ring,” he commented, picking up the last of his burger and taking a bite. He didn’t miss the way you avoided his gaze, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth briefly. “I actually said no,” you finally whispered.

San looked up from his plate, finding you already looking at him.

“Why?” He asked softly, holding your gaze. You shrugged your shoulders. “It didn’t feel right,” you replied just as quietly. “But you love him?” San asked.

You shook your head. “Not like that. Not enough to marry the guy.”

San picked up his cola and took a drink before speaking.

“He seemed like a great guy,” he noted, noticing the way you shrugged.

“He is,” you replied. “But I don’t want to marry him,” you added.

“It felt wrong.”

San tilted his head as you stole another fry from his plate.

“Felt wrong how?” he asked, watching you shift in your seat, avoiding his gaze.

“He’s not…” you said softly, trailing off. “He’s not what?” San’s voice was barely above a whisper now. You looked up through your lashes at him.

“He’s not you.”

San’s heart hammered against his chest as you held his gaze. There were so many things he wanted to say but he didn’t know where to start.

Before he could respond, a voice called out.

“Y/N, your break is over!”

You sat up quickly, glancing over to who San could only assume was your boss. “Sorry, Sherry!” You called and got up quickly.

San reached forward, grabbing your hand gently.

You looked down at his hand and then back up to meet his gaze.

“Can I see you after your shift?” He asked, holding your gaze with his intense stare. You hesitated before nodding. “I’m off in an hour,” you replied. “I’ll meet you here.”

Without another word, San let go of your hand and you hurried around the counter, offering another apology to your boss.

The other server came by to take San’s empty plate.

“Anything I can get for you?” She asked with a smile.

“Coffee,” San answered. “And a slice of pie. Whichever you recommend.”

The server nodded before skating away and fulfilling his order. She came back shortly with a white ceramic mug and a carafe of coffee, pouring him a cup and then skating away.

San grabbed some sugar and creamer, adding it to his coffee until the color was unrecognizable as coffee. Shortly after, the server rolled by, dropping off his pie. It was a slice of apple with a small swirl of whipped cream on top.

San ate in silence, checking his watch and scrolling through his phone as the minutes ticked by. He was finishing his third or fourth cup of coffee when you appeared in your jacket and without skates, calling goodnight to your coworkers.

San had already paid his tab before you clocked out and stood up as you approached him. “Shall we?” You asked, smiling at him. San returned the smile and let you lead the way out of the diner before leading you around the building to where his bike stood, paint shimmering under the dim lamp light.

San picked up his own helmet and handed it to you. “I only have one,” he explained as you took it from him. “It should fit.”

You put the helmet on as San swung one leg over the bike, sitting and taking the handles and keeping it steady so you could climb onto the back. Only once you were situated, did San turn the key and the bike roared to life.

He felt you wrap your arms around his waist, holding tight as he put the bike into gear. The bike lurched forward, making you shriek as San cackled before actually releasing the clutch and pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

The ride was full of only the sound of the engine and the wind whipping.

San noticed a dark, desolate park as he turned into yet another empty street and slowed his bike, pulling into the small parking lot, rolling into one of the spaces before cutting the engine and parking the bike.

You removed the helmet and shook your head as San waited for you to get off.

Carefully you climbed off, making sure to push down the skirt of your diner uniform. San took the helmet from you and hung it on one of the handlebars before turning to you.

“Aren’t you afraid of someone stealing it?” You asked, nodding at the helmet. San shook his head. “Not really,” he replied, taking your hand and leading you through the park. The two of you walked on the paved path, hand in hand as San asked more about your life lately.

He wanted to address what you had said at the diner but decided he would wait to bring it up. He didn’t want to pry too much but he also wanted to know what you had meant and if you had actually meant it.

“I actually had a reason for coming to see you,” San said suddenly, causing you to look at him. “Oh?” Your voice sounded equal parts curious and confused as the two of you continued to walk.

“I have this… job,” he said softly.

San always made sure not to tell you too many details about his work. About the work he did for the resistance. He didn’t want you to be a target or to be too privy to any sensitive information, mainly for your protection and that of his crew.

But this job was different. It was big. There was a chance he might not see you again for a long, long time and he wanted you to be aware of that.

“Yeah,” he answered. “It’s a big one,” he continued. “Bigger than any I’ve ever done.” You nodded as he spoke, enjoying the warmth of your hand in his. “And this job might…” you glanced up as he trailed off.

You pulled him to a stop. “Might what?” You asked softly. San hesitated before finally looking at you. “It might force me to leave town or go into hiding for a while.” Your eyes widened. “Which means I may not see you again for a really long time,” he continued. You listened silently as he spoke.

“Which is why,” San said. “I want to make the most of tonight.”

“I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I have to go away.”

You let go of his hand, moving to pull him into a hug, eye shutting tight as his arms wrapped around yours. “I care so much about you, Y/N,” he said softly. “I want you to stay safe which is why I keep this life separate but I’m also selfish and I want to be with you.”

You nodded, understanding where he was going. “If I could just be with you without this complication, I would in a heartbeat,” he continued. You looked up, smiling as you fought back tears. “Then just be with me tonight,” you answered. San cupped your cheek, gazing into your eyes lovingly.

Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, he took your hand again and resumed walking around the park, following the path.

As you walked around a curve in the path, San noticed a dancing light and looked up. About twenty to thirty feet from where you both stood was a rather large house, the backyard behind a black wrought iron fence. In the backyard, was a large swimming pool where the light was coming from.

San glanced down at you, waiting for you to see it too. When you did, you glanced up at him. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “No San!” You hissed as he dragged you along, heading for the fence. “This is illegal!”

San snorted as you reached the property line. “And so is owning a motorbike,” he added. “Since when have I ever cared for the rules?”

You shook your head, unable to hide the smile on your face. “It’s only illegal in the city,” you reminded him. “Still illegal,” San answered. He looked around for a moment before scooting past you to a stone pillar at the end of the fence.

“San!” You hissed again as he carefully found his footing and started to climb. “San, we’re going to get caught!”

He looked down at you, bringing a finger up to his lips. “Not if you stay quiet,” he whispered before continuing to climb. He scaled the pillar with ease, carefully hopping down into the backyard before moving to the gate and unlocking it, opening it slowly and only enough to let you in.

The owners of the house clearly had money and took very good care of their lawn, if the pristinely cut grass, stone tile patio with an outdoor dining set and grill and well maintained pool and covered hot tub were anything to go by.

San walked over to the pool, kneeling down to stick his hand in it.

“San, what are you doing?!” You whisper yelled at him as he started to kick off his shoes, pulling his socks off and tucking them inside his shoes for safe keeping.

He shrugged off his jacket and started to undo his pants before turning to look at you.

“You gonna just stand there?” He asked as he undid his belt and pants, pushing them down, making you giggle as he kicked his jeans off and jumped into the pool in his underwear with a splash. “San!” You hissed as he surfaced.

He pushed his hair back before looking up at you. “Come on,” he said. “Live a little, Y/N.” You huffed out a sigh, glancing around before taking off your own jacket and kicking off your shoes and socks.

San turned to swim away as you shimmied out of your dress and quickly discarded it before stepping off the side of the pool into the warm water.

When you surfaced you started swimming towards San who grinned mischievously at you. “You’re insane,” you murmured as you met him near the side of the pool.

You felt one of his arms snake around your waist, pulling your shivering body against his warm one. “You followed me,” he whispered, eyes dipping to look at your lips before pulling you closer, his own lips meeting yours.

It had been more years than you could remember since San had last kissed you and it still made your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

His lips moved softly against yours until you felt his tongue against your bottom lip, begging for permission. Your lips parted, sighing as his tongue slipped past them and moved languidly against your own tongue.

Your arms went around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, making him groan against your mouth. “Did you mean it earlier?” He whispered, breaking the kiss to look at you through heavy hooded eyes. “When you said you couldn’t marry Ben because he’s not me?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Yes,” you answered.

“It’s always been you San. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”

San let out a groan, pulling you back in for another kiss.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pinned you against the side of the pool, both hands holding you up. You gasped against his lips as you felt his cloth covered hard length rut against your lace covered core. His lips kissed across your cheek before brushing against your ear.

“I want you so bad,” he murmured, his breath hot and heavy against your wet skin.

He grinded against you again, groaning in your ear.

A sudden bright light filled the area and you both quickly looked to see one of the flood lights had come on. “Shit,” San cursed, pushing you towards the ladder.

“Go, go!”

You climbed the slippery ladder as quickly as you could, hurrying over to your clothes as San followed, snatching his own stuff and leading you to the gate as the back door of the house slid open and a deep booming voice threatened to call the police as you both darted out the gate and through the park in just your underwear. San ducked behind the jungle gym, pulling you under with him.

The two of you waited for a moment, listening but could only hear the sound of your own heavy breathing. You placed your hand over your chest feeling the pounding of your heart. San, who had his eyes on you, suddenly burst into quiet laughter. You turned to look at him.

“What is so funny?” You demanded incredulously. “We almost got caught!”

“We did get caught,” San answered. “But wasn’t that a rush?”

You glared at him as he started to pull on his clothes. You quickly started to dress as well, pulling on your dress and trying to ignore the feeling of San’s eyes on you. You were pulling on your shoes when San finally poked his head out of your hiding spot and looked around.

“I think we’re okay,” he whispered, leaning back in to look at you as you tied your apron back on. “Come on,” he said, nodding his head and stepping out from under the jungle gym. You followed hesitantly, looking around before finally stepping out and standing up straight.

“Can we agree to never do that again?” You whispered, brushing your skirt off.

San turned to face you, one of his hands moving to your waist as he backed you up against the jungle gym, his face inches from yours. He rested his other hand against the hard plastic structure.

“Don’t tell me that wasn’t exciting,” he said softly, moving the hand on your waist up to take your chin gently. “Getting caught skinny dipping in a strangers pool isn’t exciting, San,” you whispered as his thumb moved, brushing over your bottom lip.

“It’s reckless.”

You let out a tiny gasp as San pushed himself into you, his erection pressing against your thigh. “I didn’t mean the pool part,” he whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. “San,” you murmured, your hands grabbing his jacket.

“Yes?” He hummed, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You hesitated, uncertain if you should continue.

It had always been like this, a game of push and pull when it came to you and San. You’d push for more and he’d always pull away. He’d push you to try new things and you’d pull away. Quite frankly, you were getting sick of it.

It was time to change things.

Your hands tightened on his jacket, pulling him even closer.

“I—”

Your words failed you as San stared at you, lights from the city behind you shining over his face, reflecting in his eyes like stars. “Yes?” he asked, a smile threatening to spread across his face. Instead of answering him, you decided action was the best course to take and reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

San responded immediately, one arm moving to wrap around your waist, holding you steady while the other moved into your hair, lips parting and deepening the kiss. You moaned, the sound muffled by his mouth as he greedily swallowed the sound. You only broke apart needing air but as soon as you gasped down a couple breaths, San’s lips were back on yours, his hand moving down to your hip.

His hand moved around, grabbing your ass before moving down to lift your thigh to his waist. “Wait,” you mumbled, breaking the kiss. San gave you a perplexed look, certain he’d done something wrong.

But when you replied “not here,” he took your hand, leading you over to his bike. You put the helmet back on and climbed on before he started the engine and backed up a couple feet.

Once in gear, he pulled out of the space and turned the bike around, heading onto the street and followed your instruction to your apartment. The ride only took a few minutes and soon he was pulling into the alley between your building and the butcher shop next door.

San turned the engine off and put the kickstand down before getting off and helping you up. You removed the helmet and decided to bring it with you up to your apartment rather than leave it with the bike.

You had just reached your floor when San stopped you. “Wait,” you heard him say softly. “What about…” his voice trailed off, eyes still looking at your face.

“Ben stayed at the old apartment,” you answered, knowing what he was getting at without even saying anything. “This is my apartment. I live here alone.”

San nodded, allowing you to continue down the hall. You unlocked your door, allowing San into the apartment before shutting the door behind you and locking it again. You pulled your jacket off, hanging it up as you set your keys on the kitchen island while San took a quick look around.

It was a small studio apartment, the bedroom separated by a cube shelf you probably put together yourself.

The front living room and dining room area was small with only a loveseat, coffee table, and media console. The kitchen was also small with a tiny kitchen island where your sink was. The bedroom area was where your queen size bed and desk were.

You had removed your shoes and socks and were untying your apron when San turned back around to look at you. Looking up, you were met with his heated gaze. “What?” You asked as you untied your apron and set it on the counter.

San crossed the apartment, pulling you against him, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. From there, it was a mess of stumbling, tugging his clothes off until you both tumbled onto your bed, San trapping you beneath him.

Along the way from the kitchen to your bed, he’d lost his jacket and shirt, leaving him in his jeans and a white tank. Your skirt had fallen up as your legs wrapped around his waist, exposing your black lace panties.

You let out a moan as San leaned in, kissing up your neck as he rolled his hips against yours, grinding his erection into your soaked panties.

“Fuck,” you heard him hiss.

“I should have done this a long time ago,” San groaned, lips moving across your cheek. “San,” you gasped as his hips rolled against yours, pressing his hard cock against your core. “Say that again,” San whispered in your ear, grinding into you again.

“Say my name like that again, baby.”

You moaned, his name slipping out as he rutted against you again. His movements sped up, grinding against you repeatedly. “S-Sannie,” you whimpered, one hand moving to his shoulder as the other gripped the hair at the nape of his neck tightly. San groaned into your neck as his head fell.

“Oh god, that’s even better,” he grunted.

Whines and mewls left your lips as San continued to grind against you, grunting into your neck until you finally spoke up, your voice a little more hoarse than you intended.

“S-San,” you tried to catch his attention. When he didn’t seem to hear you, you tried again.

“San,” you said a little clearer. “Wait, wait, stop,” you continued, tapping his shoulder.

San lifted his head, stopping instantly and fixing you with a perplexed stare.

“W-what? What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes searching your face.

You reached up, cupping his cheek. “I don’t want things to go too far—”

San bowed his head with a groan. “I’m so sorry,” he started apologizing.

You shook your head as he started to push himself up. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions,” he continued but you sat up quickly, grabbing his arm. “No, San,” you answered. “It’s not that.”

He stared at your hand on his arm before his eyes traveled up to meet your gaze.

“You didn’t let me finish,” you added.

San relaxed in your grip as he waited for you to speak.

“I was going to say that I don’t want things to go too far before we’ve properly had a chance to explore things,” you said as you watched him, waiting for his reaction. “Explore things?” He repeated your words back to you, which you confirmed with a nod.

“What does that mean?”

Your cheeks burned but you spoke with as much confidence as you could muster.

“Explore… each other.”

San’s eyes widened as your words sank in. “Explore each other?” He parroted, his lips pulling into a smile as you nodded.

“Sorry for interrupting you!” He said excitedly as he quickly threw himself onto you, pinning you against the mattress.

You let out a giggle as he peppered kisses all over your cheeks before taking your lips in a soft kiss that quickly turned heated. “God,” he murmured, lips moving across your cheek.

“I love you so much.”

Your eyes shot open and you were met with his intense stare. His face was full of nothing but adoration as he looked down at you. Your cheeks burned under his gaze and you quickly pushed him over, rolling so you were on top of him, straddling his hips.

He looked surprised as you leaned over, pressing your lips to his. “I love you too,” you answered, squealing when he pulled you tightly against him.

“This needs to come off,” he pouted, tugging at your skirt.

“Then take it off me,” you challenged. San raised an eyebrow and was quick to sit up, wasting no time as he pushed the cheap material up and watched in awe as you finished the job, pulling the dress off with ease and tossing it to the floor.

His eyes left your face, trailing down to take in your lace bra, his hands moved carefully against your skin, up your sides to cup your breasts over the material. You ran your fingers through his hair, keeping your eyes trained on his face as he continued to explore.

He reached behind your back, glancing up once as he mumbled a simple “may I?”

You nodded, breathing heavily as he undid the clasp on your bra and just as swiftly, pulled the straps down your shoulders and discarded the item with your dress. Your cheeks burned as he saw you for the first time.

You’d dreamt about this moment more than once but now that it was happening, you were feeling many emotions all at once. Love, lust, anxiety, fear, self consciousness. Would he like what he saw? What if he didn’t?

Your concerns were quashed when San spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are?”

Your cheeks burned more as you pulled your bottom teeth between your teeth, shaking your head. San carefully took the back of your neck in one hand while cupping one of your tits with the other, the palm of his hand warm against your sensitive nipple.

“You are,” he confirmed. “So fucking beautiful,” he added as he pulled you into a kiss, lips moving against yours as he parted them, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The hand on your chest squeezed, kneading your breast gently.

San pulled back, looking up at you with glossy eyes. “Lay back for me, baby,” he murmured, voice laced with desire. You carefully leaned back until you were lying on your back, San moving to kneel between your thighs.

He took your hands, moving to pin them over your head against the mattress. His lips met your collar, peppering light kisses over your skin, up the side of your neck.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you,” he whispered in your ear.

He let go of your wrists as he sat up. “Keep your hands there,” he ordered, his own hands moving to undo his pants and belt. You watched as San unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, kicking them off and tossing them off the bed.

Next to go was his tank, joining his jeans in a pile on the floor, leaving him in his underwear and the necklace he always wore. The same one you gifted him many years ago.

He leaned over, kissing your stomach before moving to slide his thumbs under your panties and as slow as possible, pulled them down, sliding them down your thighs before finally discarding them on the floor as well.

You looked up at him as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all the things he’d never seen before. He rested his hands on your knees and pushed your thighs apart, ignoring the blush that crept across your face as you watched him eye up your glistening sex.

You’d only ever been intimate with one man but it wasn’t the one you wanted and now that you had the man you truly wanted to be with here in your apartment, you were going to make the most of it.

“Like what you see?” You whispered, drawing San’s attention. He met your gaze with a smirk. “More than you know,” he admitted, leaning over to kiss you. “I just want to memorize every detail,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Take a picture,” you whispered. San pulled back to give you a shocked look. “You’re serious?” He asked, which you nodded in response to. “Yes,” you answered. “Take a picture of me. Then you can look at it whenever you want to. Remember every detail until we see each other again.”

San groaned before moving to grab his phone from his pants. He quickly unlocked the screen, opened the camera app and snapped several pictures. He set his phone aside and dove back in, pressing kisses to your chest.

“San,” you breathed, your fingers combing through his hair as his lips brushed against the soft skin of your breast. “Hmm?” He hummed in response, looking up to meet your eyes in a soft gaze.

“I want you,” you whispered. He let out a small huff, his hot breath fanning across your skin. “I want you too, baby,” he replied. “I’m just taking my time with you.”

Without giving you a chance to answer, you felt his wet tongue run over your nipple before taking it in his mouth, making you moan loudly. He was gentle but still firm, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub before suckling softly.

Another moan slipped out as you felt his fingers skimming down your stomach and between your thighs. He pressed them against your wetness, groaning against your chest as he pushed one into your waiting hole.

“So fucking wet for me already?”

You whimpered as he carefully curled his finger against your walls before adding a second, pumping them slowly as his tongue continued to swirl around and run over your nipple, fixating his attention.

“S-San,” you whined, thighs trying to clench around his waist but unable to do so. Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he fucked and stretched you open. With the addition of a third finger, your arousal was starting to seep out of your hole, spilling onto your sheets.

“Such a greedy girl,” he murmured, his voice barely louder than the wet squelching of your cunt trying to suck his fingers back in. “Can I record this?” He asked softly. You nodded instantly. “Record whatever you want,” you gasped as he curled his fingers.

San sat back, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you as he reached over to grab his phone. He opened the camera app and pressed the record, aiming the lens between your thighs as his fingers pistoned in and out of you.

Your slick shined in the flash as he lowered the phone to get a closer shot.

“That’s it baby,” he rasped, looking up from the screen of his phone to your fucked out expression. He moved his phone to get a shot of your face before moving it back to your pussy.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” He cooed, fingers curling inside against your sweet spot. “Y-yes,” you moaned. “M’gonna cum, Sannie.”

Your thighs trembled as your high approached but just before you toppled over the edge, San stopped, pulling his fingers from your cunt. You whined in protest as he chuckled. Making sure to record, he brought his soaked fingers to your lips.

“Open,” he ordered. You did as he asked, lips parting enough for him to shove all three fingers into your mouth. “Clean them,” he added, keeping the camera on your face as you licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“Good girl,” he cooed, pausing the recording. “Here,” he said, handing the phone to you. “I want you to record me now.”

Your cheeks burned as he kissed your lips and then scooted back to settle between your thighs.

Doing as he asked, you pushed the record button, keeping the camera pointed at him. Once he knew you were recording, San smiled mischievously at the camera as he pushed your thighs apart and leaned in, biting the inside of your thigh and making you squeal.

He let out a breathy chuckle, kissing the same spot.

“San,” you breathed out as you felt him kiss his way up the inside of your thigh, skipping over your sex as he kissed up your stomach and chest, stopping to look up at you from between the valley of your breasts.

“Say it again,” he murmured. “Say my name again. Let me hear who’s making you feel this good, baby.” You moaned in response, hand moving to card your fingers through his hair. “You are,” you whispered.

You felt him huff against your skin. “Louder baby,” he retorted. “I can’t hear you.”

“You are!” You all but shouted. San chuckled against your skin, nuzzling into your sternum. “You’re damn right,” he answered.

His lips kissed down your stomach as he settled between your thighs, shoulders brushing against your skin. “Don’t be shy,” he said softly but just loud enough for you to hear him. “Let everyone know how good I make you feel.”

Your fingers in his hair tightened as you felt his tongue run along your slit, his hands shifting to spread your folds before he dove in, immediately teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue before cautiously sucking on it, making your back arch off the mattress as you fought to keep the camera focused on him.

“So sensitive,” he mused, attacking the bundle of nerves with his tongue with short but quick licks, each time making your thighs shake until you pushed his head down, forcing his tongue back against your clit.

He didn’t seem to mind, alternating between sucking and licking, making your cheeks burn as the sound of his sinful actions filled the room. It was wet and lewd but only the two of you were around to hear it.

You felt his hands move, sliding under your backside between your ass and the sheets as he held you in place, his tongue lapping at your swollen nub. Your hand in his hair moved up your stomach to grab one of your tits, massaging slowly.

“S-San,” you gasped as his tongue moved down, prodding at your entrance. You felt his nose bump against your clit as he toyed with your hole, groaning against you at the taste of your essence. “You taste so fucking good,” he grunted before pulling your clit back between his lips, a lewd slurping sound eminating from him.

“S-San,” you whined, cheeks still burning as heat spread from your stomach and to the other parts of your body. “F-feels so good,” you moaned, your fingers in his hair combing through his dark tresses.

You let out a whimper as you felt two of his fingers circle your wet entrance before pushing teasingly into you shallowly. He flattened his tongue, moving his head as his fingers teased your entrance.

“Please S-Sannie,” you moaned, back arching off your bed, begging him for more.

Without word or warning, San’s fingers breached your walls yet again, sliding in with ease as his tongue continued its assault on your clit. He kept his fingers still for a moment before starting to slowly pump them in and out of your sopping cunt.

Your thighs tried to clench around him but he used his free hand to push one of your thighs away from his head, keeping it pinned to the bed as he ate you out, fingers continuing to gain momentum until they were almost pistoning in and out of you.

A tightness in your lower stomach started, feeling as if an elastic band was being pulled back, tension mounting and ready to snap at any second. “I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. San ceased all movement at once and you whined as he pulled his fingers from your pussy. “San!”

You pushed yourself up to look at him, resting on your elbow as you tried to continue filming. He pulled his head back with a cheeky grin. His chin and lips were coated in your arousal, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide with lust.

“I was so close,” you whined as he wiped his chin before moving to hover over you, taking you in a searing kiss, tongue pushing past your lips and dancing against yours.

You groaned, tasting yourself of his lips and tongue before he pulled away, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. “Open,” he whispered, watching as your lips parted, taking his fingers in your mouth. “Suck,” he continued, groaning as you cleaned your juices off his fingers.

As quickly as it started, he pulled his fingers from your mouth and pulled you into a passionate kiss, pinning you under him as he fiddled with his underwear.

His lips kissed down your neck to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth again, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub while one of his hands kneaded and massaged your other tit.

You moaned, fingers combing through his hair and his tongue flicked against your pert nipple.

He pulled back, blowing on your wet skin and sending a chill up your spine. His lips were back against your cheek as he made his way to your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget there was ever anyone else,” he whispered, grinding his hard cock against your wet cunt.

“Please,” you begged, meeting the grind of his hips. “Please San.”

Letting out a growl, San took the phone from you and set it aside, not even bothering to turn the recording off before he reached between your bodies, taking himself in his hand to give his cock a couple strokes, spreading your wetness along his length before pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

You reached up, cupping his cheek as he looked up to meet your gaze. “Do it,” you whispered. “I trust you.”

San groaned, pushing into your velvety warm walls. “Ssshiiit,” he hissed, breath fanning over the skin of your neck. “K-keep going,” you gasped, one hand moving to his shoulder, squeezing as he did just that, his cock sliding further into your pussy.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” San whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your walls clenched around him, drawing another whine from his lips, muffled by your neck. “You too,” you breathed, trying to adjust to the intrusion, your thighs squeezing around his slim waist.

“Please Sannie,” you urged, squeezing his waist with your thighs, one of your heels pushing into the back of his thigh. “Please fuck me.”

San groaned, his throbbing cock twitching in your cunt. “You can’t just say things like that, baby girl,” he mumbled. “And not expect me to go fuckin’ feral on you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but moaned instead when San pulled back quickly before thrusting into you one, twice, three times, setting a steady rhythm. Your hand in his hair moved to the back of his neck as you moved your hand from his shoulder to his bicep, squeezing gently.

“Fuck,” you hissed as he hit you with a hard thrust, testing just how much you could take. “Feels good?” He asked, lifting his head to smirk down at you. “Mhm,” you hummed, thighs tightening around his waist. “So f-fucking good.”

“Say it again. Tell me how good it feels, ” San groaned, hips stuttering as your walls convulsed around his cock again. “F-feels so fucking good, San,” you repeated. “Yeah?” San asked, his voice breathless as he watched your face contorted in pleasure.

“Feels fucking good? You like the way I fuck you?” He asked, his hips pounding harder against yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “You like how I fill you up?” His voice dropped in pitch, a groan threatening to escape as he tried to hold back.

You nodded, whimpering as you felt the head of his length hit the spot that had your toes curling. “You like how my cock feels in your tight little pussy?”

You gasped as San rolled his hips, making you feel every ridge, bump, and vein. “You like that, baby?” He asked breathlessly, brows furrowing in concentration as your walls gripped him tighter, like a warm hug, enticing him to bury himself inside you and never leave again.

“Yes, Sannie,” you whined, your fingers moving back into his hair, trying to find something to hold onto and keep yourself grounded in the moment. You’d always wanted San to take you for his own. You’d been in love with the man since you were teenagers. Even when he didn’t follow the same path as you.

You never stopped loving him. Even when he pushed you away, saying it was for your safety. He didn’t want you to get hurt but when he came back, wanting to spend more time and see you more, you fell even harder.

The corner of your eyes burned with unshed tears as you felt your orgasm approaching. “San,” you gasped. “M'so close.”

San nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on your face. “I know, baby,” he answered, his voice just as breathy as yours. “Me too.”

The roll of his hips switch to a more erratic thrusting, each drag of his cock against your walls pulling moan after moan from you. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Look at me,” he growled. Your eyes opened, blinking away the hot tears that threatened to spill.

You felt San’s hand cup your cheek as he held your gaze. “Tell me you love me,” he blurted out. “Tell me.” Your heart leapt into your throat, pounding just as much as before. “I-“ you hesitated. Of course you loved him, you told him earlier but now it felt so much more intimate.

Your eyes darted between his before it finally slipped out.

“I love you, San.”

He sighed heavily, pulling you into a messy kiss that was mostly tongue before pulling back, ignoring the trail of spit that connected your lips. “Tell me,” he whispered, still thrusting quickly into you, cock ramming your cunt with renewed vigor. “Tell me you’re mine,” he continued.

You moaned, your hand moving to grab his wrist as your orgasm loomed over your head. “I’m yours,” you whimpered. “Only yours.”

San growled, burying his face in your neck as he chased his high, yours already crashing over you like ocean waves. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” San moaned against your skin. “M'gonna cum.”

“Cum inside me,” you gasped, keeping your thighs tight around his waist so he couldn’t pull away. “Fill me up and make me yours completely, San.” San growled into your neck, thrusting a few more times before he came with a groan, hips continuing to fuck you as he relased inside you, filling your cunt with his hot load.

His hips slowed to a stop until he collapsed on top of you. “Holy shit,” he gasped as you combed your fingers through his sweaty hair. San turned his head to look at you, finding you already looking at him with a dazed smile.

“What?” he asked, lifting his head to look at you properly.

“I love you so much,” you murmured, moving your hand to pull his face towards yours, pressing your lips against his forehead. “Yah,” he whined, cheeks turning peach as he tried to hide his face in your neck. “I’m supposed to kiss your forehead,” he mumbled. “Not the other way around.”

You giggled as he pushed himself up to look down at your smiling face.

His eyes darted to the side, noticing the phone with the camera still open, recording the ceiling. “Whoops,” he said, grabbing the device and pressing the stop button. You’d also completely forgotten about the phone until he brought it up.

“Did it record everything?” You asked as he set the device on the nightstand. He nodded, looking back down at you. “Yeah,” he answered softly before he took your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, lips moving softly against each other. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “So much.”

You kissed him back, smiling as he leaned into your kiss. You let out a series of giggles as his hands wandered, tickling your sides before shrieking as he rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him. San groaned as he looked up at you.

“Fuck, I should have made you ride me,” he murmured, hands moving up your sides and around to cup your chest. You leaned over to kiss him again. “We still have a couple hours,” you muttered, lips brushing against his. You felt one of his hands move up to your neck, cupping the side of it.

“Give me a bit to recover first,” he murmured, pressing multiple kisses to your lips.

“Then we can go again. We can go all night if you want to,” he added, looking up into your eyes. You placed your hand over his. “All night?” you asked, sounding hopeful and prompting San to nod in response.

“I’m yours until 400,” he added, noticing how your smile fell a fraction, the same sadness from before reaching your eyes. “And then you’ll be gone,” you whispered. San took your face in his hands. “Not forever,” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek as tears welled up in your eyes.

“No,” he murmured, kissing you softly. “Please don’t cry, Y/N.”

You tried to hold back your tears, sobs threatening to escape your throat.

“I’ll come back for you,” he added. “I promise.”

You nodded your head as he kissed you again. “You told me you love me,” you whispered. San hummed in response, pulling you against his chest, fingers combing through your hair. “I do,” he replied.

“You promise?”

San nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I promise, baby.”

“And you promise you’ll come back for me?”

San could only curse the universe for the way things worked out. If he had his way, he’d call off the whole resistance and quit it all to be with you but he was too far in. Too deep. He couldn’t do that to his crew who had become like family to him.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nodded once more.

“I promise,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Because you love me?” Your voice was so soft as you slowly started to drift off.

San smiled at you as you eyes fluttered shut, fingers combing through your hair gently. He’d never loved anyone as much as he loved you. It was a bittersweet love. One that was doomed to end with heartbreak.

“Because I love you.”

It was almost a crime to leave your apartment but San knew he had no choice. Even though you looked so peaceful sleeping. Almost like an angel.

He knew he had business to attend to. He had to have the bike back to Outlaw Customs by 400 and it was just after 300. The ride back wasn’t as long but San made sure to savor every moment of it.

That was until his bike started making a weird sound.

He had just pulled into the alley when the sound started so he was able to roll the bike to the garage door and press the buzzer.

After a few moments, no doubt Yunho checking the cameras, the garage door started to open with a mechanical whirring. Yunho greeted his friend before a frown covered his features.

“Why does she sound like that?” Yunho asked as San parked the bike and cut the engine. “That’s a great question,” San answered. “It just started making it as soon as I pulled into the alley.”

Yunho pushed the garage door closing button and walked over, kneeling by the bike to inspect it. “I might need to readjust a few things,” he murmured before standing back up. “She’ll be fine for the job,” he added as San narrowed his eyes at the giant mechanic. “She better be,” San muttered.

Yunho waved his concern away. “Have I ever given you reason to doubt me?” The giant asked to which San shook his head. “Not yet,” he answered, making Yunho swear and playfully swipe at his friend.

“So, did you get everything done?” Yunho asked, not missing the sad smile that crossed San’s features. “Yeah,” the shorter man said. “Yeah I did.”

Yunho paused for a moment before placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “If you want to talk about it—” San quickly cut him off.

“I’ll be fine,” he said quickly, pulling from Yunho’s reach. “I’ll see you later.”

Yunho nodded as San walked out the door into the main shop, nodding towards the shop owner, Nightowl, as he exited, Yunho not far behind.

“What was that all about?” Nightowl asked, looking over at Yunho who shrugged.

“I have no idea.”

The walk back was shorter than San remembered and soon the old van came into view. Wooyoung was still sitting in the driver’s seat while Cardinal sat in the passenger seat just like when San left.

Wooyoung was playing the same rhythm game on his phone while Cardinal looked through city maps. They both looked just as they had when San left but he picked up on subtle differences. Wooyoung’s hair was a little more wild and Cardinal was missing one of their shirts, left in just a tank top and pants.

San didn’t need to be a genius to know what happened in the back of the van and he begrudgingly opened the back door of the van and climbed in.

The stench of sex hung in the air and San pushed the blankets away from him as he settled down in his usual spot. “Where did you go?” Cardinal asked, peering over the seat to look at San as he removed his leather jacket and hung it on a hook next to him.

“Just out,” he answered quietly as he grabbed his tablet and started fiddling with it, ignoring the looks both Wooyoung and Cardinal threw his way. He missed the way they both exchanged worried looks with one another.

“You alright, San?” Wooyoung asked, glancing back at his friend. San said nothing but nodded.

He continued to tap on the screen while Wooyoung and Cardinal exchanged glances once more.

Part of San wishes he hadn’t come back. That he’d stayed with you in your apartment and forgotten the whole thing. Everything he’d worked for and helped set in motion. He would forget it all if it meant he could have a chance at being happy with you. But it wasn’t possible.

Not in this life.

[kpop-stories-21]

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Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Yeosang x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Futuristic AU, Dystopian AU, Coworkers to Lovers, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Undercover Rebel!Yeosang, Delivery Driver!Reader, rebellion, uprising, undercover agents, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up, kids), semi-public sex, rough sex, punishment, orgasm denial, manhandling, edging, marking

Summary: You always figured there was more to Yeosang than meets the eye, but this is not quite what you were expecting

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The back door to Blue Bird Delivery banged open, breaking the silence and causing Yeosang to look up as you rushed in, helmet askew and little hairs already escaping from the braid draped down your back.

"Sorry I'm late!" You said, smiling at Yeosang but directing your words to the boss. "My neighbor's kid thought it would be fun to hack my watch and turn off every alarm that looked even remotely important."

A couple of your coworkers snickered, but your boss nodded understandingly. "Kids can be a real pain sometimes, I know that all too well." Turning to address everyone, he continued.

"Now it's still early evening so there haven't been many orders yet, but everyone should remain ready to leave. Yeosang's friends have put in orders, but he has requested to handle them personally."

"Wouldn't it be faster and easier to split them with someone else?"

"I'd much rather deliver them myself." Yeosang said, bristling a little.

The woman who'd spoken recoiled at his tone and he was quick to backtrack.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that my friends are a bit distrustful of strangers."

The woman seemed to accept this and went back to whatever she was doing. The boss returned to his office and everyone went about their own business as Yeosang prepared to leave.

You were a bit suspicious of Yeosang suddenly. This was unusual behavior for him, usually he'd accept help gladly. Why would all of his friends make orders at the same time? What was Yeosang trying to hide?

You decided to see if you could follow him and find out what they were up to. Making your way to the back as if going for the restroom, you slipped out the back door. Peering around the corner, you watched Yeosang get on one of the company's hoverbikes and take off.

You went to the front and hopped on your personal hoverbike. Taking a company bike would be a bad idea, since they were tracked and you weren't making a delivery.

It didn't take long for you to catch sight of Yeosang, and you sped up, getting close enough to keep track of him but not so close that he realised you were following him.

His first stop was at a large warehouse on the outskirts of the city. A blue-haired man answered his knock and invited him in. You parked your bike in some bushes and snuck around the building until you were able to find a window. Peeking in, you saw Yeosang and the blue-haired man standing in front of a table absolutely loaded with all kinds of gear and weapons, most of them illegal.

They spoke in low voices, but you were able to pick out bits and pieces. Something about a train, an explosion and money. Were they part of some kind of rebellion? You weren't sure, which meant you needed to keep following him.

The next stop was to a small, Western-themed bar. Yeosang made his way up to the roof and you knew better than to follow him, so you pulled out the tiny camera drone your father had given you and sent it off.

There was a tall man seated by the edge in full cowboy regalia, a sniper gun set up beside him. There was a woman with him, but she had her back to you so you couldn't make out her face. Yeosang handed the man a takeout box, which was promptly opened to reveal extra ammo for the gun. Words were exchanged that you couldn't hear and then Yeosang was leaving. You called the drone back and returned to your bike.

The third stop brought you to a large van in a secluded little clearing. Two men stepped out, one looked like an underground fighter, the other could be his handler. You didn't see what they got, from your vantage point all you saw was Yeosang's back.

Not that I'm complaining, exactly. He's got a great ass. You thought to yourself, giggling quietly. Yeosang returned to his bike and you sobered, ready to continue following.

Next was a repair shop called Outlaw Customs. The place looked closed, but a tall male with black hair answered the door. Craning your neck you could see a shorter man just behind him, and further in the shop were the vague figures of two women. This time you could see what was being delivered, but you didn't recognize it at all.

The last stop was at a small house in a tucked away little area. A man dressed in leather took the container from Yeosang without opening it and went back inside.

After this he went back to the delivery company and you waited a beat before parking your bike and re-entering through the same back door. You were still for a moment, debating what to do, then decided it would be best to confront him about it.

Glancing around at all the eyes and ears present in the room, you approached Yeosang and quietly asked, "Can I talk to you out back for a minute?"

Expression equal parts curious and confused, Yeosang nodded and followed you out the back door into the alleyway that ran behind the building. Once you were out of earshot of the door you turned to face him.

"I didn't know you led a rebellion in your spare time."

"Oh I don't lead it, I'm just a member of-" he paused, realising you'd just caught him out.

You eye him seriously. "Please tell me you aren't always this easy to crack."

Yeosang shook his head. "No, it's just… you know how I feel about you. I can't help but want to always tell you the truth."

You nodded, figuring he'd say something like that. A revelation pops into your head just then and you look Yeosang in the eyes.

"This is why you never made a move, isn't it? You were afraid I'd get hurt if the government retaliated."

Yeosang looked down and sighed softly but said nothing. You stepped closer, placing your hands on your shoulders and causing him to look up.

"Hey listen, I'm stronger than you think. The last rebellion that failed, my dad was part of it. That's how I lost him. I have just as much cause to hate those in power as you and your friends."

"There was another rebellion?" Yeosang inquired.

You nodded. "Yes. But it was covered up, so no one was ever aware of it save for those who lost loved ones." Taking a deep breath, you continued. "I want to help you and your friends, Yeo. Dad always made sure I could protect myself should anything ever happen to him, and I've been keeping up what he taught me ever since."

Yeosang looked at you sternly as he spoke. "Alright, I'll speak to the others about it. But you have to promise me you'll be careful. I can't lose you."

His voice cracked at the end, and you saw his eyes start to glisten. Wrapping him in a tight hug you whispered, "I promise I will always come back to you, no matter what. I can't lose you either."

Leaning back a little, Yeosang looked deep into your eyes. "I love you so much, my sweet Bluejay."

Your heart soared at the words you'd been waiting to hear for so long. Coupled with the nickname he'd given you some time ago, you were sure how you were still on your feet.

Yeosang's eyes fell to your lips as you replied, "I love you too, Kang Yeosang."

At this he surged forward, wrapping you in a breathtaking kiss as your back hit the wall. When you reluctantly parted for air, his hands came up to cup your face as your foreheads pressed together.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to say it." He murmured.

You smiled softly and kissed the tip of his nose. "Don't be, I understand why you didn't. To be honest, I probably would have done the same if our places were reversed."

Yeosang smiled back, then a glint came into his eyes. "Now, about you sneaking around and spying on me without my permission. I think that calls for a punishment, don't you?"

Heat pooled between your thighs as his hands slid down your body to rest at your hips. “S-Should we go back to my place, or yours?”

Yeosang just chuckled. “I think this is as good a place as any.”

You gaped at him, protests forming on your tongue, but his lips met yours again and all complaints fled your mind as his tongue slipped in to tangle with yours. Your hands came up to rest against his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt to ground yourself.

He broke the kiss to nip at the shell of your ear, sending a shiver of delight down your spine. "Tell me the minute you become uncomfortable and I won't hesitate to stop."

"P-Promise." You stuttered as Yeosang began mouthing over your collarbones.

His hands made quick work of the button on your jeans, sliding them and your panties down to your knees in one smooth motion. His thumb found your clit immediately, rubbing it in fast circles as your body heated up rapidly.

"Fuck, Yeo, gonna make me c-"

"Hold it." He cut off your words briskly, voice deepened with lust. The command alone nearly had you cumming, but you were determined to be good for him. "This is supposed to be a punishment, remember?"

He removed his hand from your pussy and gripped your thighs, veins appearing on his arms as he did so. Bracing your back against the brick wall of the alley, you hiked your legs up to wrap around his waist. His clothed cock pressed against you and you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders as you struggled to hold back your orgasm.

"Gonna fuck you till you forget everything but my name, make sure everyone inside knows who you belong to."

"Oh God, please! Make me yours Yeosang!"

"You asked so nicely, how can I not give you what you want?"

After yanking his pants and boxers down with one hand, Yeosang dragged two fingers through your sopping heat and used your own arousal to coat his dick. Once ready, he thrust all the way to the hilt without warning, punching a gasping moan out of you.

He set a rough pace, bringing you to the edge twice more but each time backing off. You had been reduced to an incoherent mess, half-phrases and sounds of pleasure all your mind had the forethought to produce.

Teeth nipped your skin at the juncture between neck and shoulder, leaving behind a sizeable hickey as he came up to kiss you deeply.

"You've taken your punishment so well, I think you deserve to be rewarded." He began pounding into you for the last time, lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "You can cum now, little Bluejay."

The effect was instantaneous, your high crashing over you like a tsunami. Your body seized up, twitching and shaking from the intensity as a loud cry left you. You tightened around him, bringing him to his own edge as he buried himself deep inside you, stuffing you full of his cum.

When you had both calmed a bit, Yeosang helped you slip your clothes back on, then dressed himself.

"That was fun."

You laughed, kissing his cheek as you took his hand in yours. "Yes, it was."

There were bright smiles on both your faces as you stepped back into the building. Things would be different from now on, but it would be okay because you would face them with Yeosang beside you.

[wingsofimagery]

Wishful Prayers

🧧 Summary: Jongho and you prepare for the Lunar New Year, writing up fortunes, as more people visit during this time around than during the Western New Year. 🧧Characters: Dragon!Jongho + Zodiac Keeper!Reader [Zodiac!ATEEZ + Zodiac Keeper!Reader] 🧧Genre: Slice of Life, Zodiac Spirit AU 🧧Rating/Warnings: General/SFW; Content warning: loosely based on Buddhist religious practice, but no religion is directly mentioned 🧧Word Count: 1635 🧧A/N: Back with a pt two! The LNY has not ended yet. I still have less than 3 more days left~ Pt 1 here

You scrambled around to clean the temple. People were coming to visit soon for the lunar new year. You wanted to make sure it looked clean before the crowd arrived. Jongho sat behind a table, legs crossed as he wrote fortunes onto a scroll of paper, wrapped it up, and threw it to the side. You stopped sweeping for a moment to watch his concentrated form. 

A smile crossed over your lips as you observed his focused self. His horns shone with brilliance as he communicated with the stars. All the boys had the ability to read the stars. They could give vague but also specific readings to people. They did not have to hand it to the person personally; the fortunes somehow always made it to the rightful owners. 

“They’re tied by fate,” Seonghwa once told you when you asked them how these fortunes were so accurate. People always came back to inform you how scarily precise they were.

You pretended to sweep again, quickly making your way behind him. Once you were directly behind Jongho, you laid the broom down on the floor. Kneeling on the floor, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his back, careful not to step on his scaly tail.

“Almost done?” 

“Just got about fifty more to go,” he responded while writing without faltering. 

You hummed in response as you continued to observe his handwriting; beautiful penmanship enraptured you with the smooth brush gliding across the parchment. You were always envious of his handwriting, always wondered how he wrote the hanja so proportionally. You always had trouble writing them properly despite being taught by him in your younger years. Eventually, you gave up. The writing was too hard, the identifying was too hard—everything basically. 

“You’re not done with sweeping,” he commented as a matter of fact. 

You laughed sheepishly, cuddling him from behind and rubbing your cheek against his, “In a bit, you’re warm and cuddly.” 

“Do it now. You’ll have plenty of time later to give me your affection. Now go.” 

You pouted but knew he had a point. If you finished up quickly, you would have your way for the rest of the night. Then, the following morning, it would be straight to work to greet the people for the new year. So you stood up, forcefully pulled yourself away from him with a sulky pout, and grabbed the broom to sweep the remaining area. 

When you finished your task, you zoomed back to where Jongho was sitting. He had just set the fortunes into a box. He turned in his seated position just as you came tumbling into his arms. He could never get used to your clinginess, but he welcomed it all the same. His hand went to pat you on the head, fingers carding through your hair while his other arm wrapped around your waist. 

“I’m milking you of all your affection. I won’t be able to see you for twelve years after this year ends. I’ll be lonely for the next nine years,” you sighed against his neck, where you buried yourself against. 

Jongho shivered at the feeling. His heart swelled with pain. He knew how lonely you would be once he returned to his statue state. It was the same every cycle, and you guys had already gone through the cycle a handful of times. Of course, it did not make things any less lonesome for you despite having experienced it multiple times. That was why he and the other boys would always spoil you when they were around. He could not let you wallow in sadness for long, though. Superstition is that being sad around the new year will cause the rest of the year to be filled with negative energy, so he did his best to cheer you up. 

“I’m not going anywhere yet. Let’s enjoy our time together and celebrate the beginning of the year with the community. We will serve a good year. We can worry about the rest later down the road. This year just started, after all. So keep your chin up, and smile for me.” 

You made an attempt to smile for Jongho as instructed. You two had some time to spend together, so you decided to watch a drama he picked up a day ago. You tried your best to stay awake, but soap operas usually put you to sleep, so your eyes began drooping down after an episode in.

Awakened by the sound of people bustling, you sat up straight instantly. You pick up your phone to view the bright screen. 10:25am—you had overslept. In panic, you threw yourself out of your bed and darted into the bathroom. Jongho must have brought you to your room without waking you up. He must have herded the morning crowd without you, too. That dragon was talented in everything he did, but now you felt terrible for not waking up on time to help him out. 

With a hop in your step, you ran out after doing your morning routine. While tying the bow around your waist, you greeted everyone with a wide smile. The temple was filled with people in the bright morning, but that did not discourage you. Instead, you became more energized to help ensure the vital day went as smoothly for everyone as possible. You slapped his arm gently but scoldingly when you got to Jongho, who was out and about in his human form. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up? Today’s a big day. There are so many people—”

“I’m handling it perfectly fine, aren’t I?” he quipped.

You paused as you observed the controlled crowd, “Well, yes, you are, but—” “I think that’s all that should matter. Now you can help me. Plus, you’re well rested, so you should be able to pick up half my burden just fine.” 

You sighed with resignation but took over half the tasks he was doing. Together, you both assisted the visitors as well as conversed with them. You greeted them with wishes of good health and fortune. You made sure the elderly got to where they needed and did whatever their bodies could not let them do. All went well as Jongho took care of the fortunes for the visitors. Just like last year, the guests gleefully exclaimed about their fortune. Although some felt discouraged with theirs, most were happy with their results. 

Time slipped by, and soon, the bustling crowd became lingering souls. It was no longer crowded like earlier in the day. Jongho went about cleaning up the place (messes left by kids of visiting families and those negligent of common courtesy) while you escorted the remaining crowd out of the temple. With a final smile to the last visitor, an elderly woman who came every year since you started your guardianship, the doors to the temple closed. 

Finally, there was room for you to breathe. Your shoulders slacked with relief as a sigh made its way out from your lips. There was still one more thing to do, though. You closed your eyes briefly to release the tension in your body. Jongho walked over to you with his fortune for you. He was back in his hybrid form, finding it most comfortable. 

“Do you want to read it now? Or after we do our new year’s prayer?” 

You opened your eyes to look at the folded piece of paper in his hand. Deep in your thoughts, you reached out to take it from him. You held onto it as you replied, “I'll read it after. The prayers are more important.” 

You made your way to the biggest shrine in the temple. Jongho got on his knees, kneeling on one of the cushions laid before the table filled with incense burners and fruits on plates, amongst many other offerings the visitors had placed. He clapped his hands together as he said his prayers silently. You slowly knelt down to do the same, eyes closed to say yours. With a bow, you both concluded your new year’s prayer. 

Jongho stood up first as he lit up incense sticks for the both of you. You each stuck yours into the burner and clapped your hands together for the last time. 

“Now, go ahead and read your fortune.” 

You laughed quietly when you saw how much his dragon tail was swinging around, betraying his emotions, “why are you so worked up? Is it because the fortune is good for me this year?” 

“Stop asking questions and read it for yourself!” he urged. 

“Alright, alright… chill your pants,” you lightly pushed him out of annoyance, but there was a smile on your face nonetheless, indicating to him that you were not actually mad. You read the fortune silently, eyes scanning the text Jongho wrote with focus. You hummed when you finished, folding it back up into the triangle he originally made. A smile stretched across your lips, and you thanked him for it. 

“I hope what I wrote is all true,” he wished in a soft voice. 

“So do I,” you pocketed the fortune into the pouch strapped to your body, “now, we worked hard today. Let’s get something to eat. How does eating out sound?” 

“Perfect, I’m exhausted.” 

“I’m sure you are, my little dragon,” you cooed as you gave Jongho an affectionate pat on the head; you did not forget to scratch near his horn where he felt the most pleasure, “We’ll go celebrate with…” 

“I want to go to a Hong Kong cafe.”

You raised your eyebrow, “that’s kind of specific.” 

“Are we going or not?” he had already begun walking to his room to grab his jacket. 

You laughed but also went to bundle up before leaving the temple. 

“A Hong Kong cafe it is~”

[urauntiefaye]

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Hi! Thank you for clicking on my page, I hope you enjoy my content. Here’s just a few things about me including a few rules about my page. 

Name: My name is Faye but my friends call me Auntie/Aunt Faye since apparently I give the “Wine Aunt” vibes. 

Age/Birthday: I’m an 03 liner’ (20 y/o), I’m also a Taurus!

About Me: I originally had another account where I use to write Kpop fanfic. I stopped writing due to personal issues but now I'm better and wanting to get back into writing!. I'm currently a college student so updates may be slow. I'm aiming to post at least once or twice a week. My MBTI is ENFJ, and I'm also obsessed with astrology and anime. I've been into kpop since I was 12 years old so about 8 years now. My favorite Kpop song right now is War Cry by &Team and my favortie western song is Dying on The Inside by Nessa Barrett.

Groups I stan/My Bias: I’m a multi-fan and listen to a lot of groups, but I only have a select few I will actively talk about! And Those are-

Enhypen: Sunoo and Jake

&Team: Nicholas

NCT: Haechan, Jaemin, Johnny, and Kun

P1Harmony: Intak

Boy Next Door: Don’t have one yet, but am leaning a little towards Jaehyun and Leehan

ITZY: Lia

Stray Kids: Han/Jisung and Chris

Ateez: Yunho

(G)Idle: I actually don’t have one, I love all of them 😭

TXT: Beomgyu

The Boyz: I can't choose...

Groups I Write For: 

Enhypen: Heesung-Jungwon

&Team: K-Taki

P1Harmony: Keeho-Intak

Boy Next Door: Jaehyun-Leehan

NCT: All Units minus the newest one (I'm not caught up on them)

The Boyz: Sangyeon-Eric

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If you yourself are a minor please do not interact with my content that says 18+

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Honestly that’s about it, I will update it once I think of anything 

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gonna have to re enter my yeehaw era and write western aus again goddamnit ateez. first i gotta get into pirate shit, now i gotta revisit yeehaw aesthetics. the work it takes for this group omg.

k but saloon gal!wooyoung fits perfectly with what was going on around here before hmmmm....yea thoughts are being thunk rn

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Genre  ⁞ western ₩ ; mature ₥ ; (alternative universe) AU; romanceლ; slice of life ⌂; fluff ^3^; Yandere Y; Horror H

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¬Dime novel (₩; ₥, AU, ლ, Y) | Mingi x reader(oc)

                 When a girl get transported in a different universe and will have to survive and to adapt to her new environment. She will be able to make it in this western full of hot and dangerous cowboys?

Part I

¬The beauty and the beast | Song Mingi x Reader (₥ ; ლ; ⌂; ^3^;) | 4k3~

He was everything you was not. Assurance, authority, and his special beauty. You've never seen a man like him. He is everything you desire. Him on the other hand, was hiding behind his indifference and happen to love your warmth. Both for you deserve more than you could ask.

⪧More to come....

[itsapapisongo]

WIP REVEAL GAME

tagged by: @neonun-au and @doiefy

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

across the stars (star wars au, anthology, feat. ateez, monsta x, nct, seventeen and stray kids)

all in (marvel au, neo-noir action thriller, inspired by bullet train original characters ft. yelena belova)

all-star demigod (heracles!kun feat. nct, urban fantasy + greek myths, action-comedy)

eclipse (woozi/vernon-centric, post-apocalyptic action sci-fi thriller, inspired by blade runner 2049 and oblivion)

hectic thrill (original characters, sci-fi action comedy, tron meets free guy)

hi, bye, luv u (original characters, rom-com inspired by tune in for love and our blues)

the quick & the undead (ateez, horror comedy western, vampires and gunslingers)

saturday night’s alright (for fighting off the jeju necro-apocalypse) (stray kids, horror-comedy fantasy, scooby-doo on zombie island meets evil dead)

TAGGING: @chogiwow | @applejongho | @blossom-hwa | @sehunniepot | @radiorenjun | @lixesque | and anyone else that wants to do it

[nanawritesit]

To Do List! 

Requests Are: Closed!

🔞 = 18+ only, MDNI

Obey Me! Shall We Date?: 3

Demon Brothers: He thinks you’re cheating with Solomon but you’re just planning a surprise party for him

Demon Brothers: You’re an idol and they hear you sing for the first time

Dateables: You getting jealous of one of their fans and pulling him away protectively

ITZY: 2

You wiping off their kiss

Yuna: Surprising her and the girls with lunch at their dance practice

Red Velvet: 1

Meeting your friends for the first time

EXO: 7

Baekhyun: Heartbreaker!Baekhyun, Gang!au/ Mafia!au

You have a personality similar to D.O/ Sehun

Reaction to having a girlfriend who can’t tie her shoes

You’re their favorite western artist who says they were your inspiration

Sehun: Having a Short Girlfriend Headcanons

Chanyeol: Chen setting the two of you up on a date

Kai: (Etoile!Reader) Your relationship is fading out and he has to fight for you against another idol

ATEEZ: 1

Yeosang and San: You storm out after an argument and get into a car accident

Girls Generation: 7

🔞 Sooyoung and Tiffany: You moaning in their ear as a joke but it escalates

Them introducing you to the members for the first time

Sunny: you meet at an awards show and slowly fall for each other (fem!reader, idol!au)

Tiffany: her spending christmas with you and your family and proposing to you

🔞 Tiffany: another idol publically confesses to you making her jealous and possessive

🔞 Tiffany: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

🔞 Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Sooyoung: Your first time having sex with them

G-Idle: 2

Miyeon: f!reader college!au

🔞 Yuqi: she gets turned on seeing you dance leading to sex w/ aftercare (m!reader, idol!au)

Cravity: 1

How they would treat their partner during a mental breakdown

BTS: 6

Unrequited Love Headcanons

Them getting jealous of you playing with a pet

How they act around their crush

Another member saying their crush’s name while they’re sleeping

Angsty Headcanons: They accuse you of only being with them to become famous and lose you

They take you out to dinner but you have to bring your nephew/niece along with you

Stray Kids: 2

You breaking down after someone calls you aggressive

Hyunjin: Tattoo Artist AU Full Scenario

Mamamoo: 1

🔞 Solar: Girlfriend Headcanons w/ NSFW section

Ouran High School Host Club: 1

Meeting the host club as Haruhi’s childhood friend

love, nana <3

[bobateastay]

song lyric prompts 2

these prompts are taken from ethel cain's album 'preacher's daughter'; i do not claim ownership over any of the lyrics, all songs used are listed below the cut.

feel free to send a request for any ateez member paired with one of these prompts (you may suggest a genre or au but there is no guarantee that i will stick to it). if a prompt is requested twice i may ask whether you would like to switch prompts.

warning: this album features a lot of dark themes, be cautious if you choose to listen to it.

1: say what you want, but say it with your fists like you mean it for once.

2: it hurts to miss you but it's worse to know that i'm the reason you won't come home.

3: i'd hold the gun if you asked me to, but if you love me like you say you do, would you ask me to?

4: i'm not above violence; daddy always said shoot first then run and don't look back.

5: in your pickup truck with all of your dumb luck is the only place i'd ever wanna be.

6: black leather and dark glasses; he's cold-blooded so it takes more time to bleed.

7: we all know the more it hurts, the less it shows, but i still feel like they all know and that's why i can never go home.

8: i just wanted to be yours - can i be yours even when i'm turning in your stomach and making you feel sick?

1: american teenager // 2: a house in nebraska // 3: western nights // 4: family tree // 5: thoroughfare // 6: gibson girl // 7: sun bleached flies // 8: strangers

*some lyrics have been edited for clarity.

[thelargefrye]

OPERATION OUTLAW: BEFORE THE BOOM ... 23:43 (18+)

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pairing : wooyoung x f!reader

genre : cyberpunk-western, ateez biker gang au, smut, hurt / comfort

word count : 4k

warnings : language, wooyoung gets his bike taken by authorities, a lot of like crying and hints of self doubt (?), wooyoung calls yn a lot of petnames (babe, pretty girl, my pretty y/n)

smut warnings : unprotected sex, sex in a van, slight marking

note : a @cultofdionysusnet collab! this is apart of an eight piece story, so in order to get the full picture, it is recommended to read the other members as well.

check out the fic playlist [ here ]

you and wooyoung have been partners since you both joined the gang. but recently things just haven't been the same especially with the recent mission slowly approaching faster and faster.

"hey woo, its your turn to go get the food," san says from the back of the van. he moves to where he's closer to the front seats, where you and wooyoung are sitting.

"what? i went last time," wooyoung says, looking at his friend with an almost disgusted face.

"yeah, but that cute girl is working at yeosang's work tonight," san says and you can tell that for whatever reason, he's trying to get wooyoung out of the van.

"hm? what girl?" you ask curious that this is the first time you're hearing about this.

"ah, don't worry about it," he says before shooting san a dirty look. "is there anything you want?" he asks san, a frown painting his lips.

"the usual," san says with a smirk.

"what do you want?" wooyoung ask, turning to you. you can't help but note that coldness in his tone as he talks to you.

"oh, um, the usual," you tell him and nods before grabbing his phone and wallet before getting out of the van. you watch him through the windshield as he walks down the street and around the corner to where the restaurant yeosang had been working at is.

when wooyoung is out of sight, that's when you suddenly turn around and look at san with sharp eyes. your sudden motion seems to take him by surprise as you note the look of said surprise on his face.

"why did you make him go get food? it was my turn?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. you couldn't help but wonder why san wanted your partner out of the van.

"because i wanted to talk to you," he says moving back to his spot before he's patting the seat next to him, beckoning you to join him.

"talk?" you say as you get out of the van and round the back before joining him. you sit yourself on the makeshift bag that had seemingly been both yours and wooyoung's bed for the past few months– well it had been before recently. wooyoung one night suddenly switching to the other side of the van with san. the two of them squished up on san's own makeshift bed. "what do we need to talk about?"

san lets out a sigh before he's looking at you. "the mission we are going on tomorrow, wooyoung doesn't want you coming along. he asked hongjoong to take you off,” he says and you can only look at him in shock.

wooyoung asked hongjoong to take you off the mission? but the two of you always go on missions together, no matter how dangerous they are.

the news definitely didn't help the unsettling storm of moths flying around in your stomach. it was hard not to notice how wooyoung was slowly distancing himself from you. however, there was only so far he could go when you were both trapped in this small van with one other person.

the two of you have been partners since you joined the resistance. wooyoung taking you under his wing basically and always keeping you close to him. any mission you did, wooyoung went along with you and vice versa. wherever wooyoung was, you weren't too far behind. but recently that hasn't been the case. was he getting tired of you? that's the only thing that could explain when he suddenly leaves on his bike at random times. was he just trying to get away from you?

fuck, you think you're going to be sick. was wooyoung really getting tired of you?

“why?” is all you can ask, looking at your other partner who only shrugs his shoulders.

“i think he’s just worried about something going wrong. he doesn’t want you getting caught or hurt,” san explains but it still doesn’t make you any less hurt by it. does he think you can’t handle yourself? "but that's not the only thing i wanted to talk to you about," he says, gaining your attention before you could go too deep into thought.

"what else did you want to talk about?"

"i think you should tell wooyoung how you feel. i'm tired of seeing you both pinning after each other. there's too much tension between the two of you and not enough space for all three of us and it in this van."

"there's no tension san, and besides, you're one to talk about tension and confessions," you say and san can only huff at your words.

"i'm being serious. you guys are basically married with how you act and live. might as well air your feelings out to each other, don't know when you'll get a more perfect chance than this," he tells you and you know he's right.

"obviously not recently," you begin, "wooyoung has barely spoken to me these past few days and he kept going off to who knows where during the day. that's why the fucking authorities took his bike."

the two of you were so close to each other. you were his cardinal, his pretty girl, babe, his y/n. that's why it was so easy to fall in love with him. but it seemed like you and wooyoung weren't ever going to be anything more than partners in trying to take the government and the android guardians down.

"wooyoung is just being–

he is interrupted by the van doors swinging open. promptly startling you both, but you let out a sigh when you see its only wooyoung back with food.

wooyoung's eyes immediately meet yours and you see his relaxed face turn tense when he notices how upset you look. he then turns to san, sending him a glare before asking, "what did you say to her? why is y/n upset?"

it was crazy how despite wooyoung's recent attitude towards you, he can still tell when you're upset. the fact that he even asked or noticed catches you off guard. maybe he can only tell because that's what you get for spending every waking (and sleeping) moment together.

"i told her about the mission," san says, leaving it at that and avoid mentioning the other thing he brought up.

wooyoung looks like a deer in headlights when san's words settle in. and then you watch him look between you and san before his eyes rest on you and your hurt face. he opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but closes it before he looks away from you, ashamed.

"why did you ask hongjoong to take me off the mission? why didn't you talk to me about it?" you ask, the hurt clearly in your voice as you question him.

"y/n... can we talk about it later," wooyoung says, eyes casted downward as to avoid yours. he comes into the van, closing the door behind him as he hands you your food and san his. you honestly don't think you can sit next to him, so you opt to move beside san.

the three of you ate in silence, tension high and noodles shitty as always. you got about five bites in before you lost your appetite and set your noodles aside before climbing out of the back and returning to your seat in the front.

you can hear wooyoung and san whispering to each other, but you honestly don't care about what they have to say. they're probably talking about the mission, which only makes you not care more, but also upsets you more. if wooyoung really did ask hongjoong to take you off the mission the protect you, then why didn't he say anything? why didn't he talk to you about it instead of going behind your back.

"hey y/n," san's voice brings you out of your thoughts as you look up into the rearview mirror, eyes immediately meeting wooyoung's before they move to meet san's. "have you heard from mingi and koa yet?" he asks and you shake your head.

"no," you say, "probably fucking off somewhere," you add with an annoyed sigh as you turn to move your eyes out the window.

you can't help the unsettling feeling in your stomach as you let your mind wander. san mentioning some girl at the restaurant comes back up and you can't help but wonder why san would bring it up to wooyoung. did san want you to confess to wooyoung, so he could let you down. tell you that he was interested in someone else? you can't help the nauseous wave that washes over you at the thought of having to face wooyoung's rejection and still having to work with you.

unless... no. he wouldn't do that would he? does this also have something to do with wooyoung not wanting you on the mission? did wooyoung not want to be partners anymore? did he not want to see you after rejecting you, knowing that you love him? fuck, you think you're going to be sick. you let your head fall in your hands as you try to will the sudden nausea away.

"babe, are you okay?" wooyoung's voice is full of concern as he moves forwards towards where you are sitting. stuff is blocking him from fully reaching you and you are glad for that, not knowing if you could handle wooyoung being any closer.

"i-i need some air," you say, throwing the door open and practically throwing yourself onto the sidewalk. you squat down next to the van and allowing it to hide you from any prying eyes. you hear some movement in the van before wooyoung is stepping out, face full of worry as he rushes over to you.

"y/n, are you okay? what's wrong?" he asks, squatting down next to you.

"i just... i just need a second," you say, taking a deep breath as wooyoung rubs circles into your back. you wish him trying to comfort you was more soothing, but it wasn't. the two of you stay like this for a few moments and you're grateful how wooyoung doesn't speak. despite the things you were previously thinking, you still love wooyoung and the yearning for him near you was still strong.

it was only when you felt cramps in your legs, them slowly beginning to fall asleep is when you stood up. "where's san?" you ask, realizing the boxer was nowhere to be seen.

"he left a while ago," he says, guiding you to the back of the van and helping you inside. "i asked him to leave, so we could talk."

you choose to stay silent as you sit down where san had previously been sitting while wooyoung sits across from you.

"that bastard... san wasn't supposed to tell you. i wanted to," he starts off immediately and you can't help but feel nervous at how he jumps right into it.

"why?" its weak and soft, but wooyoung still hears it.

"i... i wanted to make sure you were safe. the whole mission is just... it's just too dangerous. i wanted to know you would be safe," he says but you can't help the little voice in the back of your head wanting to argue with him.

"are you sure it's not because of something else?" the little voice wins.

but wooyoung looks at you confused, "why would there be something else, babe?"

"i don't know. we always go on missions together and suddenly you don't. you go behind my back with it, like you were trying to hide it, hide something from me."

"what are you trying to get at?"

"it just seems like you don't want to be partners anymore. first it's this mission and then soon it'll slowly add up before boom... we aren't partners anymore, and you're carrying on with your life and i'm left behind," you don't look at wooyoung. don't want to see the guilty expression on his face knowing that you probably called him out.

but not looking at him makes you realize the tears that were running down your face and dripping onto your hands that laid in your lap.

"no, y/n... that's, fuck– that's crazy," you hear him say before he's moving closer. his hands come up to cup your cheeks, so you have to look at him. "i will never leave you behind. i promised you when you joined that we would stick together. this mission, i don't know what will happen– hey, stop crying pretty girl – i can get caught, it's happened plenty of times already, but if you got caught... that's something i wouldn't be able to handle. i just want you to be safe because i..."

"because what?" you ask, searching his eyes in hopes of seeing the one emotion you want him to feel towards. the same emotion you feel towards him.

"because i love you, isn't that obvious," he says, wiping your tears away before he kisses you. you couldn't help the surprise that took over you before you realized what was going on and hurriedly kissed wooyoung back.

you ran your fingers through his semi-long hair and you can't help but grip it in order to help ground yourself. this didn't feel real, wooyoung confessing his feelings right before kissing you. it felt like a dream.

you broke the kiss, the both of you breathless and wooyoung rests his forehead against yours. his eyes never looking away from yours and you can't help but feel a little nervous from his stare. you slip one of your hands out his hair, the other one resting on the back of his neck, fiddling with the ends of his hair. you always did like playing with his hair.

"this isn't a dream is it?" you ask him and wooyoung cracks a smile at you.

"no babe, its not a dream," he answers back before pressing another kiss to your lips.

"this feels like a lot is happening right now," you confess, your stomach twisting up in a rather ugly feeling. wooyoung furrows his eyebrows as he pulls away a little bit, but he reaches over to hold your hand and gives it a comforting squeeze.

"i understand, babe, i shouldn't have kept this all from you plus with the mission tomorrow... we don't have a lot of time left to talk," he says and you nod your head. "i wasted a lot of time already by not talking to you sooner."

"what are you going to do now?" you ask, feeling an odd sense of confidence rush through you as you look at wooyoung.

"let me make it up to you with another kiss," he says, face coming extremely close to your own, forehead resting against your own.

"i think i'm gonna need more than just a kiss for the emotional hell you put me through, woo," you say, moving your head away from your partner and gently pushing at his forehead to tease him.

wooyoung lets out a small laugh before he's pulling you closer to him and moving you to sit next to him on your makeshift bed.

wooyoung pushes you gently by the shoulders, having you lay down on your shared makeshift bed. wooyoung moves to hover over you before he's kissing you again, his uses one of his hands to keep himself propped up while his other hand roams your body. his free hand then goes to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt and you're surprised by how effortlessly he's unbuttoning your shirt with one hand.

you can't help the moan that escapes you as wooyoung softly gropes and squeezes your breast over your bralette. you feel him smile in your kiss before he's pulling away to look down at you.

"is this what you had in mind?" he asked as he sits up to straddle your hips before he's unbuttoning his own shirt.

"hmm, actually i thinking more of a massage, but i guess this can work too," you tease, allowing your hands to come up and feel wooyoung's chest. he lets out a sigh, head tilting back as he feels your hands roam his chest.

wooyoung the leans down, lips trailing from your jaw, neck, collarbone, and finally down to your chest. you feel him leave small love bites on your skin before he's either pressing a wet kiss to the spot and licking at your skin. either way he's sending a wave of pleasurable goosebumps over your skin.

"woo..." you moan out softly, pushing at his shirt to reveal his shoulders. wooyoung senses you trying to remove his shirt and helps you by effortlessly removing it and tossing it somewhere beside you both.

"my pretty y/n," he says as he kisses down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your pants. he hums softly before he's undoing the button and zipper of your pants. it takes a moment to get your pants off, the cramped space of the van not doing either of you any favors. but wooyoung is quickly going back to kissing your body, grabbing your ankle and kissing up your calf and thigh before he reaches your underwear.

wooyoung rubs you through your underwear and you let out a moan due to the friction it causes. you can see the grin that overtakes his features before he's pressing a kiss to your cunt. you can't help but want to roll your eyes at how he's teasing you.

"aren't you supposed to be making this up to me? not teasing me?" you question as you run a hand through his hair. wooyoung nuzzles into your hand before moving back up to hover over you.

"who knew you had no patience when it comes to getting dick," he teases before pressing a deep kiss to your lips. "fine, i won't tease," he says before hooking his finger in your underwear and removing them a lot more easily than your pants. he leans back down to your pussy, "next time i'll make sure to kiss you properly," he whispers and you roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh as well.

wooyoung smiles at you before he's removing his pants and underwear, and you also quickly remove your shirt and bralette. once you both are naked, wooyoung is quick to settle between your legs. you can't help but think how unreal this is, almost like its too good to be true. you've loved wooyoung for as long as you can remember and to have him confess and between your legs in the same night. unreal.

"hey, what's wrong, babe?" he asks, calling you that silly yet endearing nickname he's always called you. wooyoung's hand comes up to your face and wipes away your tears that you didn't even know you had. "do you want to stop?"

"no... no, i'm just... i'm just so happy. i love you, wooyoung," you tell him and he smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you. swallowing the moans that leaves you as he pushes his cock inside you.

you immediately wrap your arms around wooyoung, one hand running through his hair the nth time tonight while the other runs down his back. your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you.

"f-fuck, woo! ah!" you moan out, back arching as he continues to thrust inside of you. his cock stretching you out and continuously getting closer to hitting your sweet spot.

"you're so tight, y/n, fuck– it feels really good," he says as he repositions himself, your legs unwrapping around his waist as he grabs your hips in a tight grip.

you could feel wooyoung's thrust start to pick up and along with his hips moving faster, you noticed the van also slowly start to shake. you help but think about how if anyone walked by, they would immediately know what you and wooyoung were doing. the thought makes you clench around your partner who lets out a moan.

"f-fuck babe! you can't clench around me like that, i might not last much longer if you do," wooyoung tells you and you can't help but smile at your lover.

"what are you? some hormonal teenage boy?" you attempt to tease, but your laugh turns into a startled moan when wooyoung hits your sweet spot. the pleasure shoots a chill down your spine and wooyoung takes a moment to laugh at you.

"s-so cute, babe. you're my pretty y/nnie aren't you? this is all just for me," he says as one of his hands come to intertwine with your own.

at this point you can feel the whole van start to shake as your orgasm draws closer and closer. you let out a string of sounds that are a mixture of moans, curses, and wooyoung's name. but honestly, he isn't any better as his thrust start to become sloppy.

"are you close w-woo? you gonna come inside me?" you ask using your free hand to run up and down his chest. you can't help but admire the thin layer of sweat on his skin, you notice a bead of sweat running down his face as he moves one last time to hover over you.

wooyoung smashes his lips to yours in one last heated kiss before the both of you are coming with a call of each other's names. wooyoung's hips still inside you as you feel him paint your walls with his seed. the feeling of him filling you up leaves you breathless for a moment as you lay there while your partner presses open mouth kisses to your sweaty skin.

"i love you," he whispers as the two of you lay there still connected.

"i love you, too," you say back, holding wooyoung close to you.

"y/n..." he trails off but doesn't finish and so you let out a small 'hmm' to encourage him to talk. "y/n," why is he just calling out your name?

"wooyoung," you say back. "wooyoung?"

"y/n! hey, babe!" your eyes snap open at the sound of wooyoung's voice as you feel him gently shove at your shoulder.

"what?" you ask with a groan as you feel the sleep melt away as you wake up.

wait. wake up? fuck... was that– was that all a dream?

"gosh what kind of dream were you having, babe?" he asks as you turn to look at him with shocked eyes. your eyes drift to the van clock to realize its only 11:43, fuck. "you kept calling my name? are you okay?" wooyoung adds looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "also you got some drool on your chin."

you can't help but feel embarrassed by the fact that not only did you have a wet dream about wooyoung, but you also drooled. you wipe away the quickly drying drool before you turn to see san still sitting in the back of the van, also looking at you with worry.

"yeah, i dreamed that you were a giant chicken that was chasing me," you say in an attempt to wipe the growing smirk off his face.

"tsk, brat," he mumbles, looking away from you and back down at his phone. "you'll be smirking and laughing when you're by yourself tomorrow," he adds and that's when you remember the mission him and san are going on tomorrow.

"come on, woo, i know you'll miss me," you tease, the dream you just had giving you confidence boost and wooyoung turns to you with a raised eyebrow.

"did me as a giant chicken chasing you give you a confidence boost or something?" he asks and you shrug your shoulders.

"something like that," you say as you turn to look at him. you both share a rather heated glance at each other. wooyoung turns to send san a knowing look making the boxer let out a sigh.

"yeah, yeah, i'll see you guys later," he says before making his way out of the van. once the doors close and you are left alone with your partner.

"why don't you tell me more about your dream now?"

you let out a small laugh, "sure."

[ujunxverse]

here's how things will proceed:

@/orochxi will have all the coming of age fics. smth about en- and their youthfulness.

@/oiwxa will mainly contain a lot of versatility. txt is a group that's very versatile in whatever they do, and i think that blog will have the most diverse catalog out of all my blogs.

@/okikxu will probably be a lot of genre-altering fics. sci-fi with a twist, westerns with a twist, etc. ateez are a very concept-heavy group, and so naturally my imagination runs the most wild with them. expect a lot of weird ateez aus from me soon.

[writingmochi]

an honest review of the world ep.2: outlaw purely from musical observation (not proofread)

opening remarks: as i'm preparing to plan terra incognita; a cyberpunk au that will include each member from the groups i write for (txt, enhypen, and ateez) later in the year and an aspiring cyberpunk: red ttrpg game master that is planning a campaign to play during the break, i've been exposed to many cyberpunk-esque songs such as synthwave, breakcore, and hyperpop to be added into playlists for them. ateez's last entry to the world series was one of them

concept-wise, i don't have many complaints because they are consistent and on the line with their growth. from the pirates, to zero aka prequel series to the pirates, to now where they are revolutionaries trying to voice out their movement with their music, the genres of music they took also follow with the growth. ateez now takes a whole new spin on a cyberpunk and futuristic kpop concept with a bit of western in outlaw. i expect songs like propaganda, sector 1, cyberpunk, and guerrilla with this release. a bit in-your-face sounded but smart techniques with harmony and percussion

let's start!

1.this world: a nice intro with the bass synth and getting up the high before it slows down to san's soft voice in verse 1, playing with the perception of rhythm and it is very cyberpunk. the chorus is a blaring of four chords while they chant then the post-chorus is an almost instrumental break with a drum machine. did i hear a harmonic minor(?) chord in the bridge? with it, love the new haunting color in the song. outro follows the intro, making it come back full circle. i almost couldn't recognize yunho's and seonghwa's voices here but i could hear how wooyoung has so many lines, good for him! jongho is killing the high notes in this song (i could also hear san belting a few layers behind?)

2.dune: i especially gasp when i saw the song title in the tracklist, especially with the association with dune the book series. so i expected a phryigian-sounding song akin to the deserts of arrakis, alas i get what i wanted.

the plucking strings layers make it bouncy (gonna probably be the whole theme of the ep) especially with the phryigian melody running in the voice sample. the low voices attack in the chorus giving a surprising and unexpected twist to the song before being replied to with jongho's booming high-tone belt. gosh the verses' instrumental is dirty af, i love it! san's chest voice to head voice falsetto in the pre-chorus is freaking great. the chorus does sound haunting in a way, kinda reminds me of the sandworms lurking under the sand lmao. the harmony comes in the bridge before mingi's voice crawls up and leads it and gave the torch to hongjoong. jongho singing along with the low voices in the chorus. okay... this song is great. nomads in cyberpunk will probably like this song.

3.bouncy (k-hot chilli peppers): the autotune fest of the album, for stylistic use ofc. but i just don't really like autotune in a song, especially in seonghwa's rap, but i'm gonna allow them to cause they use autotune like an instrument too. the anti-drop in the chorus before each layer of the instruments comes back before it fully comeback with high note autotune felt like the song is expanding. most of the guys sing in their lower tones is also great. also, YEOSANG BRIDGE LET'S GO! this song is joong's yeosang's and mingi's song! but for the performance, this song is definitely yunho's. i like the emptiness before verse 2 where mingi spits fire. jongho is used here as almost like a cosmetic to fill up the vibe, which is great cause it helps highlights the other members too (+ we know his vocals is crazy). ateez has literally mastered the dance break/party last chorus ever since pirate king, it might even be better than the one yg ent does for their artists.

4.django: tropical synth? hell no as seonghwa and yeosang come in blaring. the bouncy feeling came back with the synth around the lower part of the eq including with the bass. wooyoung's voice in the pre-chorus sounds so light that it gave a some sort of "hope" before being juxtaposed with yeosang's lower tone. what is that random yo in the middle of joong's rap? i giggled. what is that last chorus yunho?!?!??! the end of it emphasizes on the running bouncing bass synth that sounded kinda 2000's rnb, especially with the singing melody (kinda mary. j. blige family affair sounded)

5.wake up: the vocal fry technique between yunho and seonghwa before being attacked by a punchy synth as we stay with one synth line following through the verse before we meet the pre-chorus. the choice to use the rhythmic singing in the chorus and the flowing note that is lower in volume is giving creepy vibes; wooyoung leads it so well. and the harmony behind them increases before jongho comes it. hongjoong's rap is so fast it might rival eminem. and san's voice in verse 2? *chef's kiss*. jongho's "wake up" falsetto with the beating bass underneath it is enthralling in the best way and he gets higher in the last chorus wtf?!??!? imo, another stand out in the ep!

6.outlaw: gritty bass to start before mingi and joong rap duet. yunho in pre-chorus sounded so nice and jongho's entrance with the belt like a screaming angel as yeosang sings wtf?? that silence as we enter the chorus... how can they make anti-drop such a bop D: san's voice here is wtf so nice. his voice is sexy af, it's very lustful especially when he guides the chorus. the last chorus with seonghwa wtf?! did we just change the key? omg we did!!!!! and the choir underneath the main voice makes me bop so hard

closing remarks: it definitely expands their own concept of cyberpunk-esque songs while being different from ep 1: movement. this definitely has the more western concept included and the reason why it's not as full of synth and in-your-face as the previous the world album. a bit calmer as ateez and atiny have settled down in the world, and the music also follows along. i think there are more standout songs music-wise other than bouncy but for the title track position, bouncy definitely has it with django being followed as a follow-up track (just like sacrifice's role is to bite me or devil by the window is for sugar rush ride)

the techniques they use here are great for vocal layers. vocal fry, chest to head, falsetto, and the fact that each of them has a timbre that is so recognizable it helps. but what they use stylistically is also their downfall. their usage of autotune kinda makes it hard to recognize who is singing but it is to be expected with a cyberpunk concept. i think autotune is also one of the highlights for bouncy but sometimes it kinda turns me off and is a bit excessive to put it in the verses with yunho and san. some of the songs have the layers so muddled that i couldn't hear what they are pronouncing (prominently with bouncy) other than that, i like it but it still doesn't compete with treasure ep 3 for my fav eps of theirs.

final ranking:

6.bouncy (k-hot chilli peppers) [what does it mean if the title track is ranked the lowest? it means that this album is good]

5.django

4.this world

3.outlaw

2.dune

1.wake up

small conclusion: hybe!!! this is what you'll get for having songs with bridges and consistent concepts. a good album! + the ateez production team might be on par with onf's monotree producers in creating cyberpunk-esque kpop songs!

[brightsctars]

★ Interest

Music

I listen to any kind of music. For like: Indonesian bands, K-POP, K-HH, K-Band, I-POP, POP, Western Pop, R&B, Hip Hop, and Alternative Rock.

Peterpan-Noah, Last Child, D'Masiv, Tulus, Rizky Febian, Raisa, GEISHA, ATEEZ, P1Harmony, Weki Meki, Day6, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj, DPR IAN, BIG Naughy, Chase Atlantic, SZA, Lana Del Rey, All Time Low.

Others that I can not mention as a casual listener, just ask me!

Movie

I'm up with any genre of movie but disturbing (ex: Tusk) movies. I watched Tangled for the umpteenth time. I watch K-Drama, Malay drama, Indonesian Drama and Movie. A Marvel (musiman) fan.

Webtoon / AU

Here's the list webtoon I read for as long as I can remember:

Action : Money and the Power, White Blood, Lookism, Study Group, Weak Hero, Loser Life, How To Fight.

Romance - Drama - Comedy : Devil Number 4, Seasons of Blossom, To Love Your Enemy, Bittersweet Marriage, Play, Pli!, Crush Of Life Time, Touch Touch You, 30 Minute Walk, Make Up Man, My Anti Fan, Flawless, Gentle Hipster, Uga Uga, The Holy Idol, My Three Annoying Brothers, Beauty In a Click.

Isekai - Kerajaan: Suddenly I Became a Princess, The Second Marriage, I Raised a Beast, Roxana: The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Older Brother, The Villainess Reverses Hourglass, When Villainess Falls in Love, Kematian adalah Akhir Sang Antagonis, The Little Princess and Her Monster Faints, The Villainess is a Marionette, Evil Lady's Hero, Terjatuh Ke Permainan Harem, Ayah, Aku tidak mau menikah!

AUs by @Bingungharaboji: Sunu Semesta, Juyeon Junaedi.

Anime

I do watch some anime like Jujutsu Kaisen, Aharen-san Wa Hakarenai, Ranking of King, My Dress-up Darling, SPYxFAMILY, A Silent Voice, and Kakegurui, Super Lovers, *one anime that I forgot the name*

Animals

I put interest in any kind of animal, ANY KIND. A cat lover but have none as a pet. Poor me.

[ilheather]

Anjeline Mave

That’s my name. Fun fact, I was using Angeline as my name but I changed it to Anjeline to make it more??? Anti mainstream. You can call me with, Anjel or Njel. But any new nicknames are welcomed. So, feel free to call me with whatever you’d like!

I’m at my legal age, a college student. Law as my major … BUT PLEASE. DO NOT EVER ASK ME ABOUT IT. We have a not healthy relationship tbh. So, just don't, ‘k? Born on Gemini sun, Scorpio Moon, and Capricorn Rising. I chose She/her as my preferred pronouns.

Interest

MUSIC

I listen to a lot, any kind of music. For like: Indonesian bands, K-POP, K-HH, K-Band, I-POP, POP, Western Pop, R&B, Hip Hop, and Alternative Rock. I SAID A LOT. I can't mention it.

Peterpan-Noah, Last Child, ATEEZ, P1Harmony, Weki Meki, Rothy, Day6, N.Flying, The Rose, BIG Naughty, Nicki Minaj, Doja Cat, Chase Atlantic, One Direction, Lana Del Rey, All Time Low.

Oh, Jung Wooyoung and Song Mingi from ATEEZ, Kim Doyeon from Weki Meki, and Yoon Keeho from P1Harmony have a special place.

WEBTOON

I do fancy reading, actually for webtoon and some AU. Ehe. Mostly Romance and Action, yes i am a hopeless romantic girl. YEAH.

Here's the list webtoon I read for as long as I can remember:

Action : Money and the Power, White Blood, Lookism, Study Group, Weak Hero, Loser Life, How To Fight.

Romance - Drama - Comedy : Devil Number 4, Seasons of Blossom, To Love Your Enemy, Bittersweet Marriage, Play, Pli!, Crush Of Life Time, Touch Touch You, 30 Minute Walk, Make Up Man, My Anti Fan, Flawless, Gentle Hipster, Uga Uga, The Holy Idol, My Three Annoying Brothers, Beauty In a Click.

Isekai - Kerajaan: Suddenly I Became a Princess, The Second Marriage, I Raised a Beast, Roxana: The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Older Brother, The Villainess Reverses Hourglass, When Villainess Falls in Love, Kematian adalah Akhir Sang Antagonis, The Little Princess and Her Monster Faints, The Villainess is a Marionette, Evil Lady's Hero, Terjatuh Ke Permainan Harem, Ayah, Aku tidak mau menikah!

AU i have read:

AUs by @Bingungharaboji: Sunu Semesta, Juyeon Junaedi.

ANIME

I do watch some anime like Jujutsu Kaisen, Aharen-san Wa Hakarenai, Ranking of King, My Dress-up Darling, SPYxFAMILY, A Silent Voice.

BYF

My account might contain me a simp for my loves, ranting about my life (life is sucks, bro) I also tweet in broken English or mix it to Indonesian. So, if you are uncomfortable. Please, leave.

some of my tweets might be KINDA NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

I DO HARSH WORD (reply only, because friends make me to).

PLEASE INTERACT WITH ME.

I often like tweets that contain animals, any kind of animals but not a lot kind of reptiles. Mostly a cute tweet, with no animals harmed. So please take note of this. I don't take any responsibility for anything that happens because of this.

DNFI

Engage in FANWAR, NCTzen OT22, OVERLY using local harsh word (genital), a denial-stubborn-liberal-far from God person. Homophobic, Racist, Islamophobic, Feminazi, party pooper, an aggressive-scary-ready to bite FANS and others basic DNI.

anjeline.