#choi san headcanons

[sluttywoozi]

san x chubby!reader

hands on you 24/7

in his sleep, at the grocery store, at the studio, he is always touching you in some way

his heart races every single time he gets to be with you, like his apple watch asks him if he’s doing a workout bc his heart rate is so high

possessive and def gets jealous, no matter how secure in your relationship he feels

he’s just obsessed w you okay

it’s not his fault you’re gorgeous and luscious and perfect and everything he’s ever wanted and he’s terrified to lose you

started shopping for engagement rings three days after your second date

it’s been hidden in the back of his sock drawer ever since because he knows you’re not ready yet

he literally can’t wait to be your husband tho

dreams about meeting your family and getting their blessing, about watching you walk down the aisle to him, about sealing your vows with a kiss and knowing you belong to each other forever

until then, he’ll just act like your husband

he packs your lunches and kisses you just because and fucks you into the mattress nearly every night

and maybe fantasizes about peeling white lingerie off of perfect curves and feeling the cold metal of your wedding ring on his skin and calling you his wife

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[ateezlovely]

Do you want some chapstick?

pairing: choi san x reader (genderneutral)

genre: fluff + cute

description: you ask for chapstick and san tries to give it to you by kissing you. this is loosely based on the video I saw of Yeosang asking for chapstick and Wooyoung trying to kiss him ^_^

Hanging out with your friend group meant that it was always loud with so much chaos going on. It started out as a get-together for studying but soon enough one person got distracted and now nobody is paying attention.

You were sitting in the dining room tuning out the boys trying to stay focused as they started to talk about what to eat for dinner when a whining voice draws you back, ‘’Noo! We can’t order pizza again, we had that last time!’’ Wooyoung says.

‘’I agree, we should order some fried chicken’’ Hongjoong says, to which everyone starts to agree with that.

‘’Chicken Chicken’’ Yeosang sings in a small voice which makes you giggle and put a hand over your mouth. While they start to order different menu items you get up to sit on the couch since there isn’t going to be any more studying.

The living room is quieter since nobody is in there and you find peace in the quiet, putting your head back and closing your eyes for a moment. It is only a few minutes later that you feel the weight of someone else sitting next to you. Opening your eyes, you turn your head and see that it’s San. Immediately your heart starts to beat a little faster because he’s sitting so close to you.

‘’Mmm the quiet is nice, isn’t it?’’ San says without turning to look at you, he looks straight ahead before turning to you with a gentle look on his face. You softy nod your head in agreement and smile at him before allowing your body to lean against him ever so slightly.

You like everyone in your friend group, they were all the funniest but kindest people you have ever been friends with but one person you like a bit differently. A few years ago you were paired up with Seonghwa and Mingi in a group project and since then you became very close with them. After the project was over they suggested you meet their other friends so you could become close with them and hang out as a group. The first time you met San you instantly thought he was attractive and by the fifth time you saw him you knew you had feelings for him. Except here you are years later still hiding away your feelings and pining over the boy you like the most.

San shifted a bit to reach something into his pocket and you leaned off him to straighten yourself up and grab the remote. Hoping that looking for something to watch will distract your mind away from thoughts about him.You notice San was getting out chapstick from his pocket and can’t help but look at his lips while he applies it.

San notices you looking and says, ‘’Do you want some?’’.

Startled because he caught you staring you nod, ‘’Oh yeah, if you don’t mind’’. He hummed before giving you a smirk and pouted his lips at you. Confused because you didn’t understand what he was doing you ask what’s wrong.

‘’I’m offering you chapstick y/n’’ he says and pouts out his lips again.

“What’re you talking about’’ your face starts to heat up and you turn away hoping that he doesn’t notice you blushing. A hand comes up to the side of your face to turn you towards San and he’s smiling at you.

He keeps his hand on your face and his thumb is lightly rubbing your chin and brushing against your lower lip sometimes. ‘’Don’t you want some chapstick y/n?’’.

‘’San c’mon’’ you whine and try to pull away feeling even more shy and nervous that San really means that he wants you to kiss him for chapstick. His hand wraps around the back of your neck trying to pull your face closer to his while leaning in to kiss you.

A pair of gasps and giggles interrupt what is happening between you and San. Yunho and Wooyoung are at the living room entrance looking playfully shocked at what is happening.

‘’Oh! Oh! I can’t believe what I am seeing!’’ Wooyoung says while he clutches onto Yunho's arm and giggles.

‘’This is so…scandalous!’’ Yunho gasps and you turn even redder while covering your face from embarrassment.

San groans but his hand doesn’t leave the back of your neck, ‘’Nothing scandalous is going on you guys!’’

‘’You are trying to force y/n for a kiss! Poor innocent sweet y/n!’’ Yunho exclaims and Wooyoung nods his head before agreeing and pointing to San, claiming that he’s a perv. Jongho comes up behind them with a shocked looked and yells at San.

‘’I was only offering them some chapstick!’’ San argues, which only makes the two boys gasp harder and yell that San is being a perv to you. This makes you feel so embarrassed but also laugh because of how funny they were acting.

Softly you say, ‘’San…’’ and when he turns to look at you, you see the amusement in his eyes but he also looks so lovingly at you in his eyes. All the emotions you have been bottling up feel like they are going to burst out so you take those emotions and use them to be brave for a second. Quickly you move your face to San’s and give him a kiss on the lips, more a peck than a kiss.

‘’There…now let’s stop making so much noise…’’ you mumble and turn away focusing on the TV, ignoring the loud gasps and exclamations from the boys. The hand on your neck tightens for a second before loosening and moving to lay across your shoulders.

San kisses your cheek before saying, ‘’You’re so cute y/n...’’. Even though your face is red with your heart beating so fast you still lean close to San and put your head on his shoulder. Feeling so happy and content that you kissed the boy you like so much, but hoping you can feel his lips against yours again soon.

[i-luvsang]

〜％ ［ boyfriend headcanon — choi san

gn!reader , fluff , cw : none, you might fall in love tho , wc : 0.35K

✧ to bf!san nothing is better than cuddles

✧ he just wants to love on you; he wants hugs, your hand clasped in his, kisses anywhere and everywhere

✧ you are the sparkle in his eyes and the reason his dimples seem like a permanent fixture in his expression

✧ simply put, this man is lovestruck

✧ but it’s not simple to have him fall so hard; to him, the ability to be vulnerable and transparent with each other is so so so important, he really wants to be able to look to you for comfort and to be able to provide that for you the very best he can

✧ san does love romantic gestures, he wants to fulfill a fairly traditional boyfriend role in that he love to make you blush with flirting or flowers

✧ and he’d definitely love that energy to be reciprocated however it may manifest for you as an individual (though he definitely swoons if you buy him flowers or a different sweet gift like that)

✧ he loves to have certain things or tokens that remind him of you and your relationship that are almost like an inside joke but full of tender love and soft memories

✧ he’ll marry you on the spot if you give him plushies those are literally the perfect gift to him and those are definitely the types of tokens that he looks to as memories of your relationship

✧ i think he looks for simplicity; love in the things like a competitive gaming session regardless of your skill or a homecooked meal that maybe didn’t go as well as planned

✧ he wants kisses in the spring air and to hold your hands in his sweatshirt pocket if you’re getting chilly before the onset of rain

✧ san looks for freedom along with stability in his relationships

✧ there’s a chance he sometimes feels insecure in your relationship but it’s definitely something that fades with time and reassurance

✧ overall he wants to put his all into and to feel like you want to put your all into him <33

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Choi San x F!Reader TW : pregnancy ; arguing ; heavy angst ; car accident ; reader dies at the end ; Word Count : 3.8k A/N : ->I WOULD HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING THE TWS! PLEASE! SOME PEOPLE SKIP OVER THEM, PLEASE DON'T DO THAT! I HAVE NO CHILL WITH MY ANGST SOMETIMES!

“I gotta go to the office real quick…” 

“Of course you do…” You sat on the couch, the bowl of grapes that you had been mindlessly popping into your mouth was perched atop your swollen stomach. You were nearing the end of your pregnancy, and you thought that with the numbered days and the uncertainty of whether you’d actually make it to your due date that San would have chosen staying home with you to make sure he’d be there in case your water broke. Instead, he had been going to work more frequently, as if he was trying to find any reason he could to be out of the house and away from you. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His footsteps had paused right at the front door, and most of the time you’d stay quiet, waiting for him to leave before rambling to yourself about how shitty he was. There wasn’t really anything different about today, you had simply grown tired of waiting and hoping that he’d finally show some sort of interest over the life he had away from work. 

“What do you think it means, San?” You retorted back, turning your head to look over your shoulder at him. His eyebrows were raised, as if he were testing you to say something else, testing you to let this argument keep going when it could easily be forgotten about, by him, when he walked out the door. “It’s always gotta go to the office, gotta go meet up with the guys, gotta go practice my dances, gotta go record a new part.” 

The overexaggerated mocking of his voice clearly had him ticked off, and he quickly shimmied out of his coat, letting it drop to the floor as he walked over to the couch to stand behind you, his eyes narrowed and his voice rising in volume. “So it’s a problem now? You’re so fucking bored that you gotta find a problem in anything to entertain yourself.” 

You scoffed loudly, placing the bowl of grapes to the side so you could push yourself up off the couch to go stand in front of him, your stomach the only thing keeping you from getting in his face at this point. “I’m not fucking bored! I’m pregnant with your fucking twins!” The way he rolled his eyes, the coy smirk that played on his face as you yelled at him like he was finding enjoyment in your aggravation. It was blood boiling. “You think you’re so great, you’re Gods gift to mankind… You’re shit where it matters most.” 

His sarcastic chuckle was only proof of how much he didn’t care, how he thought this was nothing less than a comedic waste of his time. “That’s not what you thought 3 years ago, and it’s not what you thought 7 months ago… Is it?” His eyes flicked down between your face and your stomach, the smirk on his face had your hand twitching, wanting nothing more than to smack it off. “But if you think I’m such shit… You can leave. I’m not keeping you here.” 

So that’s how he was going to be? Of all things that you could have thought he’d say, you never thought that would be one of them. “Fine… But when you get home from whatever the fuck you do at the office and realize that I’m not here… Don’t call me. I’m fucking done with you. I’m over it, I’m over all of this.” 

He snorted loudly, walking over to pick his coat up off the floor and put his shoes on. “Sure you are.” He mocked, grabbing his keys off the hook and walking out the door. There wasn’t an I love you, there wasn’t even a goodbye muttered over his shoulder. He simply walked out, and that’s exactly what you were planning on doing too. 

You weren’t even sure how you were supposed to go about getting everything that you needed. It’s not like you could pack up all the cribs and stuff that had already been put together in the nursery, not by yourself, and not in the little sedan that you had. You could only pack what you needed right now and think of the other things later. 

The baby’s clothes were thrown into the suitcase that had been on the floor, already half filled with the clothes that you’d be taking. You had already called your mom to ask if you could come stay with her for a bit, and she had offered to pick you up herself, but you knew that it would only take longer that way and you didn’t want to risk San coming back home, knowing that it would only turn into another argument. 

You weren’t even supposed to be driving at this stage of your pregnancy, the doctors had told you that it would be dangerous, and considering your water could break at any point, they didn’t think that it would be safe for you to be behind the wheel of any car on any road. Maybe that’s why San had so carelessly said what he did, why he seemed so unbothered when he walked out the door. He didn’t think you’d actually leave, but he was wrong. You weren’t going to stay in a relationship where one side clearly didn’t care about the other. He wasn’t ready for a relationship, and he clearly wasn’t ready to be a father, especially not to the twins that you were carrying. 

The snarky attitude that he had carried on his way out the front door had completely diminished once he was by himself in the car, and with it gone, it only left room for his annoyance. Not just with you, but with himself. You weren’t taking into consideration that it was a hard transition for him to make, being a full-time idol and having to prepare himself to become a father to 2 kids in less than a month. Of course, you were the one truly having to deal with all the changes, not just in your lifestyle, but your body, your hormones, everything. Sometimes he needed to go to work, just to get away from it all for a bit. It was strange how work became his place of relaxation now with everything going on. 

He should have talked to you about the way he was feeling, he knew that you’d listen, you always did no matter what he wanted to talk about. He hadn’t given you that opportunity to listen though, and now the two of you were arguing again. It seems like that’s all you were able to do now. As soon as one of your mouths opened, the only words that came out were ones that would inflict some kind of pain or cause anger. It never used to be this way, and he knew that the stress of the upcoming and unavoidable change was the main factor that caused all of this, but that didn’t make it any better. 

“Bad day?” Hongjoong asked when San walked into the practice room, all the eyes of the other members on him as he dropped his practice bag on the floor and headed right to the water cooler. All of the guys knew about you, they had been so excited to hear about your pregnancy as well, looking forward to 2 brand new family members that they could spoil. What they didn’t know about was the constant arguing, and usually San was able to hide his frustrations whenever he got to work, but today that wasn’t the case. “Is Y/N alright?” 

San huffed loudly at the mention of your name, his neck twisting sharply to stare at Hongjoong. “Don’t.” He exhaled the word, glaring at the leader. “I just… Can we get things done quickly?” He muttered, wanting to get home to you as soon as possible. Hopefully you’d both have cooled off by the time he was done there and he would finally be able to open up to you about what was bothering you. It’s better late than never… right? 

Practice didn’t go by as quickly as he wanted it to, he and the guys ended up going out to a nearby cafe to get a quick bite to eat. It only frustrated him more considering he had been trying to get in touch with you the past hour and you haven’t responded. Surely you wouldn’t have actually left him, he had heard the doctors orders as clearly as you had, and unless someone came to get you, you wouldn’t have left the house. 

The television in the cafe was playing, and while San usually wouldn’t pay any attention to what was on, he quickly realized that whatever was on the screen was important. Every customer and employee were standing right beneath it, their hands covering their mouths as their eyes widened at the scene that was currently being filmed by the helicopter. 

It was horrific, the mangled carcass of the small car that hadn’t stood a chance against the truck that was now sitting on top of it. The car was unrecognizable, and San couldn’t help but stare, much like everyone else in the cafe, unable to pull his eyes away from the sad scene. 

“I bet it was a drunk driver…” “That poor person in the car though…” “I hope it was quick for them.” The voices of patrons murmured, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly morbid. There hadn’t been any information given out yet about either of the people driving, and others were already saying that one of them was dead? Of course, he could see how they’d think that, but it didn’t change the fact that people were talking as if this person didn’t stand a chance. Miracles could happen. 

“That’s so sad…” Wooyoung shook his head as he sat down at the table, the first one of all of them that was able to pry his eyes away from the television. “It looks like it was on your street, San.” He pointed out, and when San stared at the screen a little longer, he was able to pinpoint certain store fronts that he’d go by every day to get to and from work.

He huffed out a curse, dreading the traffic that he knew would be backed up. “Do you want to start heading home now so that you can make it there by dinner time?” Hongjoong asked, watching as San pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m sure Y/N will understand if you’re a little bit late coming home. There’s no way she hasn’t seen or heard about what’s going on. Just… Start heading home, and text me when you get there so I know you made it through.” 

San nodded, sparing one last look at the tv screen before walking out of the cafe. It was crazy how fast life could be taken from people. Now that he was alone with his thoughts, he wondered about the person that had been driving the car. Did that person have someone in their life that meant the world to them? Did that person have a family? You never know if today would be your last day with the ones that you love, you shouldn’t take that for granted. 

Those thoughts had San rushing to his car. He wanted you to know he loved you, how much you meant to him, how happy he was that you were in his life. There’s no one else in the world that he’d rather spend every single day with, and the more he thought about it, the more foolish he felt about the argument that he had with you this morning. All you had wanted was for him to stay home with you, and he had gotten mad about that. He’d make sure to make it up to you, to spend as much time with you as he could. 

It took almost an hour and a half for traffic to start moving, and by moving, it was simply inching forward. His foot had grown tired from pressing down on the brake for so long, and most people had just turned off their engines while waiting. 

The flashing lights from the police vehicles and the firetrucks and the ambulances reflected off shop windows, and there were lines of people standing on the sidewalk behind the police tape trying to get a view of the wreck sight. People's morbid curiosity never failed to baffle him, he didn’t understand why anyone would want to see anything that had happened there, especially not up close. 

He refused to look at the scene when he drove past it, keeping his eyes straight ahead. The last thing he wanted to see was the body, or bodies of the people or person that had been in the car. He needed to keep his mind clear, he needed to focus on just getting to you, being home with you. 

By the time he finally got to the house the sun was setting, a view that he loved to share with you on the back porch or laying on a blanket, your head nestled perfectly against his shoulder as his fingers absentmindedly played with your hair, your eyes marveling at the tangerine and cotton candy pink clouds that moved slowly across the darkening sky. 

He missed those days, and the saddest part was that he's the only one keeping them from happening. Nothing was stopping him from spending evenings with you, nothing was stopping him from spending any time with you at all. The only thing stopping him was himself. He’d change that though, he’d spend more time with you, he’d hold you and tell you how beautiful you are, how much you meant to him, how much he loved you, how lucky he is to spend every single day with you. 

He parked the car, his eyes glancing back in the rear view mirror at the continued flashing emergency lights, and then down at the two car seats that had been set up in the back seats for a month already. Those seats once had a feeling of panic setting into him, questioning whether he’d be a good enough father, a good enough supporter for you. Now the sight of those seats made him feel warm, even a little bit fuzzy. You were his, he was starting his own family with you, and he’d be able to get through it with you by his side. Everything would be okay. 

It was like a race, getting up to the house, his smile wide as he anticipated seeing you. It was completely different from the way he left, and he hoped that you’d understand, that you’d listen to his reasoning, to his apology. He was ready to be better, to live happily in the life that the two of you had created together. 

The door was pushed open and the orange hue of sunlight was cast across the hardwood floors. “Babe?!” He called out for you, looking around the living room. The bowl of grapes were still sitting on the couch, you must still be there, you probably just had to use the bathroom. He moved further into the house, peeking into the bathroom and seeing that it was empty. So was the bedroom. The last room to check was the nursery, and when he walked in, he saw the closets had been opened, and not just that, but outfits that had once been neatly hung and color organized on the racks were now gone. “Y/N…?” Your name was now whispered as his stomach and his heart seemed to tighten, bile rising in his throat. Did you actually leave him? Did you truly believe that that’s what he wanted you to do? 

He backed out of the room, his back hitting the wall behind him before he sprinted to the front door, throwing it open and finally realizing that your car wasn’t parked. He was so excited about going in and seeing you that he hadn’t even noticed… How had he missed it? His phone started vibrating in his pocket, and he wished that it was you, pulling it out and looking at the name on his screen. Hongjoong. 

“I made it home… Don’t worry…” San muttered into the receiver, trying to sound as calm as he possibly could, but his throat was closing up and his eyes were becoming blurry with tears as he looked at the empty parking spot where your car had once been. 

“That’s good… Did you talk to her?” The question had San swallowing back the bile that was making its way further up his throat. No, he didn’t talk to you, he didn’t get to, and right now he didn’t even know where you were which was terrifying to him. 

“I’m kind of busy right now… I’ll text you later.” San said, ending the call before Hongjoong could ask any questions. Would you have gone to your parents? Maybe your friends? He didn’t know any of their numbers off hand, and the fact that you didn’t even let him know where you were going, you didn’t want him to find you. He really fucked up this time, and now he was in the dark and you were the only light that he wanted. 

The keys were still in his pocket, and while he dreaded the thought of having to drive back through the traffic jam caused my the accident, he needed to get to your parents place, maybe you were there, he hoped that you were there. 

Traffic idled slowly past the accident, back to back brake lights illuminated the road, and he was sure that things were only moving slower because everyone just wanted to get a good view. People were sick, how could anyone look at that? 

As he moved closer, the model of the car, even being mangled, the make of the car, the color… His heart that had been sinking so slowly into the pit of his stomach lurched up into his throat. It wasn’t just the model and the make though, that would have been able to be written off as a coincidence… It was the license plate that had been slightly dangling off the back of the car. He knew those numbers, he had went with you to get those numbers recently and helped put them on the back of your car. 

Tears were already flowing as he veered off to the side of the road, officers and paramedics trying to stop him from climbing out of his car, but he couldn’t be stopped. He threw the car door open and ran over to the car, it was your car. The truck that had hit you was already pulled off to the side, completely unscathed. The driver's side door of your car was in the process of being pried off. 

“Sir, get back in your car!” The officer shouted, trying to keep San from moving any closer, but he was a force to be reckoned with at this point, using all of his weight to push against the officer, trying to get closer. “Sir!” 

“No!” San screamed, pushing back against the office and rushing towards your car, wishing that he hadn’t when he saw you, falling to his knees beside your door, his sobs choked off as he doubled over. “Please… Please! God! No! Fuck!” He shouted, unable to control his emotions. The glass that had shattered upon impact was imbedding itself into his knees, the slight stinging wasn’t nearly as painful as losing you, living a life without you in it. How was he even supposed to navigate through life without you? 

“Sir, we’re gonna need you to move. We need to get her out of there…” The officer that had tried to pull him away now took on a more sympathetic tone, realizing clearly what was going on. San couldn’t move though, it was like his legs were nothing more than noodles and the rest of him was like lead. “Please…” 

“Will it make a difference?” He muttered, his movements zombie-like as he pushed himself up off the ground, his jeans bloodied from the cuts he got when he landed on the glass, and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying so much. “Will she live? Will the babies live?” The officer's eyes widened, immediately looking through the window of the back seat of your car, and San only shook his head as he sniffled loudly. “She was pregnant… The twins… She…” His breaths were shaky, and they came so fast he was getting light headed, he was on the verge of passing out. “I’ve lost everything… Didn’t I…?” 

The officer's eyes drifted down to the ground, his head bowed. “I’m so sorry sir, I truly am.” That was the first sorry that San had heard, but it surely wouldn’t be the last, at least not for a while. He never understood why people apologize for things like this. It’s not like they were the ones who had done it, and no amount of sorries would bring you back. You were gone… 

He sat on the edge of the curb, watching as bright orange sparks flew up in the air, the skin crawling sound of steel against steel as when firefighters cut into the hood of the car. They had tried their best to pry the door off, but they couldn’t. There was no hope, although he had given up on that anyway. All he could do was wait for them to pull you out so he could say his final goodbyes, the goodbyes that should have been said to you as he walked out the front door this morning, goodbyes that shouldn’t have been said at all as he sat beside you on the couch and held you close. 

He had told you to leave, he had been foolish enough to think that you’d still be there when he got back, that you’d continue to put up with him. This was all his fault… He had blindly chosen fame and the love and adoration of people around the world over you, the love of his life. Now he had nothing, he had truly lost everything in the blink of an eye, he hadn’t even told you that he loved you . He could only hope that you knew that he did, that somewhere, wherever you were, you knew that he loved you more than anything. You were the light of his life, the light at the end of the darkest of tunnels, and maybe one day, when the time comes, you’d be his light once more, guiding him back to you, and he’d be able to tell you that he loves you like he should have done today. 

[kpopimaginings]

Kinky Headcanons - Choi San (NSFW)

A/N: My views on San’s possible kinks and habits in the bedroom! As always, feel free to start a discussion if you disagree, or drop a message to say hell yeah! I’d love to hear from you either way!

Switch

San has two opposing personas, his demon stage persona, and then a cute fluffy side when he gets clingy or pouty

As a Dom he just loves to tease

Lots of orgasm denial involved

When he Subs and you treat him this way he is so beautifully vocal

Lots of whining and begging

You don’t even have to ask him to beg, he just does it

He will try most things once

Loves experimenting with a partner he loves and trusts

This often involves toys and finding new ways to excite you with them

He likes thhe rush of thinking the two of you might get caught

Will sometimes be a little too loud if you are at dorms and the others might hear

Or he’s unnaturally quiet in case one of them doesn’t realise you are there and innocently walks in

Give him little teasing touches while the members are in the same room - this is one of the quickest ways to get him in the mood

If you’re trying something new or the general mood is quite relaxed, he can be really giggly and silly in the moment

Whatever the mood, positions or kinks, his priority is you. If you have fun, he’s a happy boy!

NAVIGATION |   ATEEZ MASTERLIST

[stayboba]

𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖊

'Sing for Me'

San x fem!reader 

San has to spend a late night at the studio alone before his birthday, so you stop by to surprise him...

Word Count: 3.3k

Genres: Fluff, Smut (18+ minors DNI) 

Warnings: Smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), food play, finger sucking, mentions of throat fucking, oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), pet names, slight exhibitionism, swallowing, unprotected sex, public sex, marking/biting, lingerie, mature language

The sound of San’s heart pounding in his ears replaces the beat of the music as the track fades away. He lets his arms drop slowly to his sides as he finishes the last part of choreography. Dragging his heavy limbs with him, he saunters over to turn off the stereo before collapsing on the floor. The sweat forming around his arched brow to drips down the side of his face. He runs a hand through his damp hair before turning onto his side to take his phone off the charger.

He turns it on while taking a swig of water, the bright screen shining across his glistening face in the dim studio light. He instantly goes warm all over when he sees the picture of you and him that he has set for his lock screen. In it, San is standing behind you, arms snuggly tucked around your waist. His lips are smushed against your face, making you flash a giggly smile at the camera. His dark brown eyes then flit over to the changing time and date... 

00:00, July 10

A second later, your contact photo pops up on the screen. He feels his heart skip a beat as he picks up your call, pressing the phone up to his ear. 

“Happy Birthday, my love!” You’re already shouting before he can even get a word in. An ample smile spreads across his face at the sound of your voice. 

“Thank you, my angel~” He replies, smoothly. 

“How’s practicing? You’re not wearing yourself out I hope...” He sighs, tense shoulders slumping down. 

“It’s not bad, but it’s not great either,” He sits up, leaning back on his arm. “I can name a lot of other places that I would like to be right now...” 

“Oh really?” You ask him. “Like where?” His smile grows even bigger when he hears you start to play along with him. 

“Hmm, I don’t know,” He pauses, pretending that he’s holding the thought. “Maybe back at the dorm, killing Wooyoung off in mafia...” 

“Yeah, whatever...” You scoff, making him snicker. 

“I’m joking, baby,” He turns his face to look at himself in the studio’s mirror, noting how empty the big room looks and feels around him. "You know I'd rather be spending every minute of this day with you, doesn't matter where we are."

"Well, you're in luck!" In the mirror, he sees the door behind him open to reveal your radiant face, despite the late hour. At the sight of you, a sudden burst of energy hauls San to his feet, and he immediately rushes over to you. 

“Careful babe!” You warn before he can reach you. He now notices the purple container that you are carrying in both arms. 

“Sorry, sorry!” He carefully takes it from you and sits it on the floor. 

“Okay, now!” You laugh, dropping your bag next to the container. You wrap your arms around him as he tackles you in a bear hug. 

“Well, if it isn’t my birthday angel!” He exclaims, pressing a million kisses to your face. “Have you come to grant all my wishes?”

“The ones I can within my power, of course.” You say, cheekily. His lips find their way to yours and he lets out a hum of contentment, smiling into the kiss. The two of you reluctantly pull away from each other so that you can set up the small surprise you brought him. He goes over to play some soft music, turning it down low so that it’s just background noise. You settle yourself down on the floor, throwing your stocking-clad legs to one side due to your short, matching purple dress. 

San turns back around to see you open the container and he practically starts drooling at the assortment of chocolate cupcakes you made. You smile as you watch his face when he comes to sit next to you. 

“Ah! You brought my favorite!” He places a hand on your thigh to support himself when he leans in to press a peck to the corner of your mouth. 

“Wait!” You stop him as he reaches for one of the desserts. You dig through your bag before pulling out a purple candle and a lighter. San’s hand flies to grasp at his chest not only at the sweet gesture but also when he notices the purple color scheme you’ve chosen for everything, the container, your pretty dress & stockings, the candle. It was all decked out in his favorite color. 

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sweeter for me~” He smooches your cheek. You giggle as you stick the candle into one of the cupcakes before lighting it. When the candle catches flame you place it into San’s hands. His eyes shine in the candle’s light. He looks to you as if he's waiting for something.

“What is it?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow. “Go ahead and blow it out!” His face drops in disappointment. 

“You’re supposed to sing for me!” He pouts.

“I’m not the singer here, you are!” You retort, but he’s insistent as he continues to stare at you with doe eyes. You roll yours in response. 

“Hurry up before the candle melts! And don’t forget to make a wish!” San’s eyes are now sparkling with mischief as well as the candlelight. 

“I wish...” You shush him, already knowing what he’s going to say. 

“You can’t say it out loud or it won’t come true.” He grumbles in defeat before letting his eyelids fall. He takes a moment, silently stating his wish in his head, before blowing the flame out. 

“Happy birthday, San...” You kiss his temple before reaching for a cupcake of your own. Despite your refusal to fulfill his request, he smiles over at you.

“Thank you for this, (Y/n), I love you.” Your cheeks go warm as you take a bite. 

“I lofe you foo...” You reply with your mouth full. He scrunches his nose up, smiling at your cuteness. 

You get a few moments of peace, enjoying your sweet treat, before San’s thumb is smearing chocolate icing across your cheek. 

“Hey!” You protest. He laughs, tossing his empty wrapper back into the container. 

“That’s for not singing for me!” He shouts back. You try to wipe it off with your fingers, but you only spread it. You scoff, putting your half-eaten cupcake down. 

“Gee, thanks...” You state sarcastically, going to get a napkin out of your bag. San stops you by gently grabbing your wrist. 

“No, I’m sorry,” he says with a devious smirk. “Let me.” He scoots loser to you to bring his thumb up to your cheek. He swipes it across, gathering the messy icing onto it. You gulp as he keeps his eyes on yours while bringing the same thumb up to his lips. You watch intently as his tongue pokes out to lap at the icing on it.

“Oh, I missed some...” He mumbles, huskily. You feel his grip on your wrist grow tense as he moves to place his lips on your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut when you feel them pucker repeatedly against your skin, softly whimpering when you feel his tongue slightly jut out. He slowly makes his way to your lips, wasting no time in latching onto them. 

His lips are soft yet slightly rough, possibly chapped from biting them in concentration while he practices, and your head goes dizzy at the faint taste of chocolate on them. Your hands travel up to hold onto his tone shoulders, to which he moans against you when he feels your nails digging into his skin. San snakes a hand behind your back, carefully guiding you to lay down on the floor beneath him. He sits up, sending you a wink before shedding himself of his tank top. 

He quickly dives back and directs his kisses to trail down your neck. He uses one arm to hold himself up while the other begins to caress one of your thighs, slowly sliding up your dress. Your eyes roll back when you feel the wetness of his tongue leave a wet trail up the expanse of your throat. 

“Was this your wish?” You ask, teasingly. You can feel him grin against your skin. 

“Not exactly,” He picks his head up to look at you, squeezing your thigh. “But it’s not too far from it.” Suddenly, he feels his thumb slide over some lacey material. 

“Oh?” He remarks, cocking a brow up. “What’s this?” You squeal as he shamelessly lifts up your dress to investigate.

“Oh, yes~” He purrs when his eyes are met with the purple lingerie set you’re dressed, going right along with your stockings. “I wish you could see yourself right now.” He crawls his way down your body, pushing your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his lips against the inside of your thigh. 

“My baby, all wrapped up for me like a birthday present... gosh, you’re so sexy... so gorgeous.” Your breath hitches when you feel his tongue snake up the skin like he did with your neck.

“San, wait...” You sigh. He looks back up at you, questioningly. You wiggle out of his grasp, shifting to sit on your knees. Without breaking eye contact, you lift your dress up off your body. He watches you like a predator hungrily awaiting its prey. 

“It’s your birthday... let me take care of you.” You plead.  

“What a good girl you’re being for me,” He smirks, standing up. “You’re not like this every day...” You blush as you come face to face with the bulge forming in his sweats. He lets out a groan as you bring a hand up to start palming him. He sneaks two fingers along your chin to make you look up at him. 

“Keep your eyes up here when you take me, okay?” You nod, agreeing with his command. You hook your fingers under the hem of his sweats, pulling them down. You wish you could watch his hard length spring free, but you continue to follow his orders and your eyes remain locked on his. 

You wrap your fingers around his base, and he hums as he watches you guide him into your mouth. 

“Atta girl...” He rasps out as you wrap him in your lips, sinking your head down to take him all the way in. You open your mouth when you reach the base, cocking your head up so that your tongue can lick along his shaft, letting the tip rest there when you arrive back at it.

“Fuck, you do that so well, baby.” San praises. It’s taking him everything in his power to keep himself from throwing his head all the way back, grabbing you by the hair, and fucking himself into your pretty face. “Making me feel so damn good on my birthday...”

 He focuses on your big eyes looking up at him, watching them water as you suck him in deeper. His gaze travels down to your breasts peeking out through your lace, purple bra. He’s absolutely mesmerized by the way they bounce with the bob of your head. 

“You’re the prettiest gift I could have ever asked for...” He whispers, taking a hand and combing it softly through your hair. You moan around him at the compliment. He sees you press your thighs together, searching for friction. The sight makes him want to cum down your throat more than anything... but he’s already made his birthday wish, and he's determined to have it. 

“Mmm... okay good girl.” He beckons you to release him from your mouth before he blows his load. That’s when he reaches down to the cupcakes, swiping his fingers through the icing on one of them. He turns back to you, smirking. “I think you deserve a reward.” 

He presses his icing-coated fingers to your lips, and you welcome them in. You moan as the sweet taste of chocolate combines with the bitterness of his essence in your mouth. 

“Suck...” He demands, and you comply once again with his wishes.

“How does it taste?” He asks as you start to lick his fingers clean. 

“So good, baby...” You whimper. With one more look from those big eyes of yours, he’s pulling you back onto your feet. His hands are already claiming your ass, pulling you into his chest. You tangle your hands in his hair as the two of you reconnect your lips. He twitches when he tastes himself mixed with the chocolate on you. The sound of both of your moans muffled by the smacking of your lips together fills the room. He slides his hands down to the back of your thighs, clawing at the material of your stockings.

“Jump...” He mutters against your mouth. You do as he says, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you over to the mirror. You yelp into the unbroken kiss when you feel the cold glass against your back. He lets you back down and his fingers go straight to working to unclasp your bra. By the time the garment is falling onto the floor, he’s already yanking your panties down as well, desperate to finally have you bare. He opts to leave your stockings on as he steps back to admire you. 

“Mmm... my present looks so pretty unwrapped~” You feel a blush creep over your cheeks as he stands there devouring you with his gaze. But once he runs out of patience, San has you caged between the mirror and his form. Lips are grazing over your neck, sucking on the tender skin. Hands are going anywhere that they can reach, leaving no part of you untouched. He quickly reduces you to a whining mess. 

“San, please...” You beg, arching your back into him. You feel the familiar smirk against your neck. 

“Eager little thing...” He calls you, letting his mouth wander down your chest and a hand down to your core. “Spread for me.”

When you go to move your legs, he picks one of them up off the floor by your thigh. You whimper, leaning yourself against the mirror for more support. 

“Oh, San!” You moan out, entangling a hand in his hair. Your leg starts to shake in his grip when you feel his tongue run across one of your nipples and his fingers find your clit. He hums around the swell of your breast, sucking down on it as his fingers start to draw circles against the bundle of nerves, making you buck your hips into his hand. 

He moves his head over to your other breast and your head lulls back when his tongue licks along the valley on the way to it. He rubs your clit faster, before leaving it to plunge two fingers into you without warning. 

“Ah! Fuck!” You scream as they curl to press up into your sweet spot. San feels his head begin to spin when he hears your pleading moans combined with your wetness around his fingers. He lets go of your breast with a pop of his mouth before kissing his way back up your neck. 

“Don’t you dare stop making those noises, angel...” He tells you in a low voice, pressing his forehead to yours. His fingers continue to fuck into you at a mind-numbing pace and you barely notice when he easily slips another one in. 

“San~” His jaw clenches at the sensual way you call out for him. He picks up the pace in hopes of drawing more out of you. 

“O-oh, shit! Y-yes, S-san right there! F-fuck yes!” He smiles in satisfaction as you pant incoherent lines against his lips. He can sense that you’re close with the way you start to clench around him and the look of desperation glimmering in your orbs. 

“Please San,” You wrap your arms around his shoulders once again. “P-please fuck me now...”

“Oh? I thought it was my birthday today, shouldn’t I be the one asking for things?” Despite his teasing words, he pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his hands around the back of your thighs once more, signaling for you to jump again. You waste no time in holstering yourself up, and he presses you back against the mirror. You moan together when he finally slides his cock into you, filling you up so nicely. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing...” He growls into your parted mouth. “So wet and ready to take me.” You whimper when you feel the first snap of his hips, the drag of his length against your walls sends a burning sensation throughout your body. His eyes continue to bore into yours as he rocks into you, holding you up with every bit of strength that he has. 

“What a sweet girl I have, coming to surprise me while I’m stuck at practice...” Your grip tightens around his shoulders, face going flushed at his sickly-sweet words. “Letting me use her gorgeous body and letting me hear her pretty little sounds she makes for me...” 

“San!” You whine, head dropping into the crook of his neck. He chuckles, pressing you farther into the mirror. You bite down on his skin as you feel him fuck deeper into you. 

“Mmm, so good to me...” He moans when his tip collides with your sweet spot. Your toes curl as you begin to feel the knot within your core tighten with each of his thrusts. 

“It feels so good!” You can’t help but voice out, watery eyes squeezing shut. 

“I know baby, I know. Let it out for me. You’re doing so well. Being such a good birthday present...” At this point, you can do nothing except cling to him for dear life. His name is the only word you can think of, and you’re chanting it out into his ear over and over again as he brings you closer to the edge. 

“San... San!” You gasp out as you finally gush all over his cock. His brow furrows, mouth going agape when he feels you squeeze around him. 

“Yes, good girl...” He gently thrusts into you a few more times to help you ride out your high. “Fuck, get on your knees baby...” He pulls out of you and you practically fall to the floor beneath him. But by some deep-driven desire within you, your mouth is already open wide, ready to take him. 

“Oh, fuck yes!” He grunts as he pumps his release out onto your tongue. You moan when you taste him. He hisses, letting his head fall back as he drains himself into your pretty mouth. You close your lips around his tip to make sure you have every last drop of him, before swallowing.

Once you let go of him, he drops to his knees in front of you. One of his hands leaves your line of vision and you whimper when you smell the familiar scent of chocolate when his fingers come back up underneath your nose. He quickly shoves the icing-covered digits into your mouth, just like he did before. 

“Fuck...” Your moan is muffled around him. Before you can lick his fingers clean this time though, his lips are smashing onto yours. You whine as his tongue slithers against yours and you share the taste of chocolate with him once again.

“Sorry, got carried away.” He laughs when he finally pulls away, satisfied with the mess that he’s turned you into. He takes a clean thumb and wipes away the remnants of the icing on the corner of your mouth. 

“It’s okay, it’s your day...” You tease. He guides you to sit in his lap, holding you against his chest and leading you back into calmness.

“I got my wish.” He whispers in a sing-song voice, breath brushing against your ear. 

“Oh yeah?” You face him with a curious look in your eyes. “What was it?” 

“I got you to sing for me after all...” He chirps with a wink. 

Hello, thank you so much for reading! I’m excited because this is my first time writing for Ateez so Atiny please let me know how I did! Please reblog, comment, and interact if you liked this, I would really appreciate it! My requests are open, so feel free to make one! Thank you again! :)

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[sanssiii]

𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙣 ── headcanon (m)

➺ pairings: boyfriend!san, gender neutral reader

➺ ratings: fluff mostly, comedy, suggestive/mature/18+

➺ warnings/disclaimers: explicit content under the cut, this is purely fictional and is made for entertainment purposes only, purely imaginative, mwah <3

➺ a/n: this is for anon ~ !!! tysm for requesting, again omg ilysm, i hope you like it <33

alright alright where to starttt

san as your boyfriend is definitely a handful

mostly because your hands should be full of him

physical touch and quality time >>>

hold his hand, give him kisses, play with his hair, HUG HIM SO TIGHTLY FOR US ALL PLS

definitely one for late night talks

“hey baby, are you sleeping?” “oh, nothing, i just saw this thing–“

speaking of…. would definitely be the “this reminded me of you” type of guy and would give/show you something random

calls you cute stuff like “weirdo” or “silly”

makes you playlists and sends you his selfies

begs you to send your selfies too cause he loves to look at you (and tbh show you off too)

likes to hear your voice too and he sends you voice notes while you’re sleeping or whenever he wakes up

“look at my baby” and “my love… you’re so perfect”

big on pet names btw

“my flower” “cutie” “my love” “my sweet/pretty/handsome *blank*”

shows genuine interest when you talk about something you like and you can literally see the way his eyes would light up while listening

says he loves it when you talk about things that make you happy and that it makes him happy ahhh DEAD MY TURN WHEN

is such a good listener !! and will make sure you’re okay before anything else

also is honored if you open up to him bc trust?? yes 👏 loves it, give him more of it

would also probably admire that about you just bc i see him as the type who struggles or has struggled with that a little bit

would love going on small dates !! like little picnics and walking in the park or something

take him to an animal cafe !! i see him really loving that lol

tells you all about his day; what he ate, what he did, what he saw!! everything (how many breaths he took–) and would wanna know all about yours too

thinks about you always and makes sure you know

omg and the affection wars???

“i love you more” “no i love YOU more” “no i love you most” “no i-“

or just “i love you more than…”

not just the “i love you” but the “i miss you” too

imessage games !! and would win them all and laugh pFT but it’s okay cause he’ll just give you kisses

sometimes just wants to lay in bed though and stay there with you and you better stay there with him too smfh

“babe, don’t leaveeee, come backkk” and “leave it, we’ll do it later, just let me hold you/just hold me”

or lol “i missed you, my love” and you go “?? we literally live together” and he says “yeah but you went to the bathroom 😩”

likes to watch while you do things (like if you can cook… he’ll just hover and observe and just talk with you)

lol might even watch you sleep too🧍‍♀️

would love it if you watched him while he did things too and give him compliments, just boost his ego cause he deserves it anyway

attention whoreeee ~

okay,,, i don’t know how big he’d be on gift giving or receiving

BUT i’m certain that the gifts he’d give are sooo so thoughtful?? and creative!!

would love to watch movies/shows and play games together

just basically will be someone you can nerd out with omg

also go get ice cream with him pls or i will 😤

mmm okay now if there was an argument??

would try his best to remain calm bc doesn’t want to make things worse

would hear you out to the best of his ability and would most definitely give his opinion as you would give yours

really doesn’t like being upset and certainly doesn’t like you being upset

that being said, would want things to be resolved asap

and that’s why honesty and trust is important to him

he just wants to make sure the both of you are happy and if there’s ever a moment where one upsets the other, he would like for the both of you to communicate about it in the best way possible

and i think that’s something that would definitely take time bc as i’ve said, i think he may struggle with that juuuuust a little

mm i don’t see him being the type to be irrational when he’s angry

i think he’d very much be the “what goes around comes around” type of person and would definitely want to match energies

so like hey, if you scream he scream

but still, never would be intentionally harmful

either way, i just think he’s very considerate still, and ofc we all have our selfish and oblivious tendencies so just… ✨communication✨

it’s very very important

okay okay so under the cut here will be the NSFW part, READERS PLS USE DISCRETION TY MWAH <33

okay, big on him being switch/vers

but i think he’d really enjoy being topped

DON’T GET ME WRONG THO

i feel like he’d be fine either way as long as you’re getting pleasure,,, bc that’ll give him pleasure

i think at first tho he might seem shy

and then once you two are past the shyness it’s like a bomb and he’s… such a tease

knows exactly what to say and do to get you worked up and then tease you for it like he wasn’t doing it on purpose LMAO

likes to ask you what you’re comfortable with and what you’d like him to do tho

“tell me, baby, what do you want me to do? hm?”

or or orrrr “oh? do whatever you want with me.”

doesn’t mind initiating but when you do it he gets all flustered hehe how cute (CALL HIM CUTE WHEN HE DOES CAUSE IT’D GET WORSE HAHA)

also very much links intimacy with love and believes you can’t have one without the other

OR very much believes that it won’t be nearly as good and enjoyable if there is no love

see him being pretty private too… but i think teasing each other in public would get him excited and make him feel embarrassed/humiliated BUT IN A GOOD WAY DW

lingerie/dressing up?? yes yes yES 👏 heh give him a strip tease too

would love praising you

and i mean he COULD degrade you too if you really wanted it, but i think he’d rather give you praises and softness

degrade him tho. like actually. he’ll be on his knees and happily so.

would love to edge himself too

ugh edge himself and overstim you !!!

very romantic tho btw

would kiss you everywhere and tell you how beautiful and perfect you are and how much he loves you

enjoys marking too, giving and receiving cause yk,,,, “you’re mine and i’m yours, right, my love? say it for me?”

would for sure have a sex playlist lmao (i thought of the stupid reddit guy but pls it’d actually be good music i swear 😭)

loves hearing you moan tho and is mmm on the more vocal side, i would say

and although deep moans are hot, i think his would be pretty high and whiney ?? STILL HOT THO AJDBSJDNNDNS

ugh and his handsss PLS 😩 tell me he isn’t good with his hands

and his hips

and his tongue 😳

very much a good pup heh

YOUR good pup*, sorry–

aaaand i think last but most certainly not least,,, he’d love to make you cum throughout the day oUP—

[fxckteez]

ATEEZ AS CRIMINALS

HONGJOONG

Boss! It couldn't be another thing. He leads, he commands, he wants everything done by his way, and you better do whatever he's asking you to.

SEONGHWA

Cheater. Ok cheater is not exactly a crime, but he is Hongjoong's right hand, so he's gonna cheat about bets, about agreements or anything that can be a benefit to his team.

YUNHO

Kidnapper. I won't elaborate about that, just close your eyes and think about it. 😏

YEOSANG

Hacker. He would find out every secrets from his team's enemies. Nothing can be unnoticed by him.

SAN

Illegal racing. He's such a millionaire because he can easily win any bet.

MINGI

Drug dealer. Not even FBI is enough to catch this man. You can find any drugs you want with him.

WOOYOUNG

Thief. My cellphone is here... ops isn't here anymore. Be careful, he's pretty talented and he could take everything he wants from you. And of course you wouldn't notice it.

JONGHO

Bomb maker. He likes to explode places just for fun.

[jjunberry]

ateez! while getting head

pairing! ateez x reader

genre! smut

synopsis! ateez getting head

wc! 500

hongjoong! is rough. loves holding the back of your neck to guide you. he’s well aware you can take him but he loves the control. you were on your knees under his desk at the studio. he was sat legs spread while you sucked him off. his groans filled the studio has he gripped your neck to speed up your actions. “yeah baby, just like that.” he moved your head faster and bucked his hips.

seonghwa! likes it deep. your nose pressed against him as he’s down your throat. he has you laid on your back head hanging off the bottom of the bed. he stood above you fucking your mouth. he moaned out seeing himself in your throat. “you feel me baby? feel me in there.” you moaned around him causing him to groan and finish down your throat.

yunho! loves to finish on your face. this boy lives for facials. lets you take over until he’s close then he grips your hair. his motions are quick and rough. he pulls out with a deep groan and jerks himself off before finishing on your face. “you look so pretty covered in my cum.”

yeosang! loves morning head. he had given you permission a while ago to wake him up with head. he claims it makes his day go better. before the morning alarms you’d slip under the covers and take him into your mouth. yeosang would soon wake up guiding your head lower. his morning voice filling your ears. “mhm yeah baby just like that.”

san! loves to return to favor. let’s you suck him off as long as you let him in return. he holds your hair and guides you until he finishes down your throat with a whine. after he catches his breath his quick to lay you down. you felt his breath over your heat. “let me take care of you now.”

mingi! is whiny. he loves head. he loves when you give him head. very vocal on his appreciation. his head is against the pillow as whines leave his lips. you’ve been working him for a while now. he’s bucking his hips up. “please can i cum?” he begs. when he gets the nod of approval he’s quick to finish in your mouth. he whines when you open to show him.

wooyoung! is a head pusher. you were kissing down his chest when his hand pushed down telling you where he needed you most. you pulled his pants and boxers down before licking up his dick. he pushed your head down as you sucked on his tip. “more..need more.” he moaned when you finally took him down your throat.

jongho! is slow. he likes to take it slow. taking more of him each time you go back down. he doesn’t moan but his breathing gets heavier as he gets closer. he begins to buck his hips to meet your actions. “keep going, mhm i’m close.” his body goes still as he shoots his load down your throat.

author’s note! guyssss omg 🤭 hope you enjoyed this one

tag list! @304files @jjunieworld

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

© jjunberry

[mingwrites]

Can I request how Ateez would sound in bed (i.e. moaner, grunted, whimper, silent, loud).

thanks for requesting nonnie!!! hope u enjoy <3

how ateez sound in bed

seonghwa ~ very vocal in bed. he mostly makes soft, breathless moans, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you ride his dick. his brain becomes too fogged up with the feeling of you to form words, so he relies heavily on those sounds to let you know that you're doing well, that he feels good, and that he loves you. he also tends to bite his lip a lot, producing hums rather than open-mouthed moans. "mmmmh, mmh, you feel so-ahh-so good..."

hongjoong ~ a focused man and attentive lover, hongjoong tends to be a little more quiet during sex as he's so focused on making you feel good. the best way to hear his adorable, hoarse whimpers is when you suck him off or give him a handjob. that's when he's able to lie back, close his eyes, and fill the room with the sounds of his pleasure. "yessss, that's good, baby... mmm...! just like that..."

yunho ~ lots of grunting when he fucks into you. he puts a lot of strength into his thrusts and likes to make that apparent, producing low, almost growl-like sounds every time his hips pound against yours, his dick filling you completely. also has a tendency to laugh during sex, smirking cockily, specifically when you let out one of your own sounds or tell him how good he makes you feel. "mm, mm... my baby feels good? hah... so cute..."

yeosang ~ yeosang is on the quieter side, as he can be a little shy, even with you. during sex, he makes plenty of pretty little whimpers and groans, just at a very soft volume. he grows louder the longer your pussy squeezes his dick, the more he comes undone. he's also way too shy to talk much, so he instead communicates with little, desperate noises and broken sentences. "mm, mm, ah... i love it... mmmh..."

san ~ he tries to stay mostly silent in terms of moaning, instead opting to just tell you directly what he's feeling. in other words, he's big on dirty talk. while you will catch occasional low hums, especially when he's close to orgasm, he mostly prefers to be teasing you for the sounds you make. "you're so tight... mmm... i can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me. you're close, huh baby?"

mingi ~ mingi is unashamed of the type and amount of sound he makes, often using them as a substitute for words when he gets too worked up. he'll make quick, deep grunts when he fucks you, higher-pitched whimpers when you suck him off, and long, gruff moans when you fuck yourself on his dick. he loves the sound of your voice echoing in harmony with his. "mm, mmm, just like that, doll... ahh, yeah... take me down your throat..."

wooyoung ~ loud, loud, loud. in both the amount of moans and blabbering half-sentences you're able to get out of him, and in the volume of those sounds. wooyoung is shameless and unafraid to cue you (and your neighbors) in on exactly how he's feeling. on any given night, you'll hear him talking dirty, laughing, whimpering, moaning, and sometimes sobbing. "aaahhh, y/n, y/n, it's too much...! ah, ah, ah... mmm, so good..."

jongho ~ tries very hard to make as little noise as possible. he's rather shy and not always comfortable with that level of vulnerability, so he prefers to listen in on your sounds instead. also a master of dirty talk, he uses that skill to get the prettiest sounds out of you. of course, when he cums, he can't always hold back, and will let choked, high-pitched moans slip through. "mm, you feel so good... keep going, love... i'm gonna... ahh, aaahh...

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Ateez as Dads-

collab with loren @eightmakesonebraincell who shares the same single braincell as me bc we know we're not the only ones obsessed with the recent ateez x children content

(disclaimer: i don't like babies. but the idea of ateez handling babies? adorable. loren, however, loves kids so here's the outcome)

Hongjoong

"hold this thing, i don't know what to do with it."

"that's your child, hongjoong."

looks like the frightened hamster meme when the baby starts crying out of nowhere

sometimes sleeps through the baby crying its lungs out at night LMAO but that's only when he's exhausted asf

bet he'll write a song or two about fatherhood too and you'll be like 'what would you know about it you slept through the night'

may be uncomfortable at times but when he starts bonding, you'll see it in his actions

like when he reforms cute little things like clothings or shoes for his baby, adding little dangly things to the crib

or when he makes cute accessories for the baby

matching reformed things omg

super stylish matching parent-kid duo

the bonding literally happens with the smallest moment like one day the baby is crying in his arms and tugs at his shirt with its little fist and he's done for he loves his kid 10000x more all of a sudden

and when the baby calms down immediately after coming into his arms? he'll die of happiness

and when the baby recognises him in a group of people??? new level of dad unlocked

literally melts whenever the kid runs across the room to fly into his arms or calls him daddy

paints the room for his kid and gives them a wall in their room to paint whatever they like

lets the kid paint his nails and they could even have that one matching painted fingernail omg

later when the kid grows up they'll have uv lights and like the latest stuff for nails but you bet hongjoong's gonna dry that nail paint by blowing on it-

literally the most supportive, allowing the kid to explore beyond conventional boundaries and guiding them along

also very attentive esp when they start growing up and observing

he'll make sure he answers all of their curious little questions to the best of their understanding

and surprisingly, he won't mind his kid in his studio

like how adorable is it when you find your kid in his lap, sharing earphones as he composes?

he just loves it when they sit on him or when they lie down next to him/on top of him when he's resting that's his therapy

Seonghwa

more of a mother than the real mother

knows exactly what to do like he's raised six kids already (i'm looking at you ateez)

wakes up at ass o clock in the morning to shush the crying baby so you can get some sleep :')

mother-coded that's what he is

you'll definitely be learning motherhood from him LMAO

but jokes aside he's actually the best partner you could have asked for in such a situation

he's so so patient with the kid and you

esp you

he understands when you're overwhelmed and when you need a break

so he's always willing to give you some space and takes care of the kid in the meanwhile which is so :')

so you try your best to return it to him in every way as well <3

you'll both be figuring this journey out together and that's the best part

bonds with the kid so good

esp when they start going to school and he literally can't wait for them to get home so he can hear about how their day was

lives for the gossip he gets from his kids about school too LOL

he'll be like yass give me the tea come on

also pretty much behaves like a kid when he's having a good time with his kids

like he goes 'no it's my turn to select the ice cream flavour you have to try this you'll love it i'm not hearing a no-'

kids teach him new slangs but you bet he'll stick to the good old 'no cap' and 'yeet'

gets matching stupid stuff like those green alien glasses for him and the kid-

you just know your kids will love him more than you and you accept it. you don't mind that at all bc he's such a lovable person

he'll always be running around the house with them trying to catch them or letting them catch him

they will watch animated movies together and draw together and make legos together they're gonna share that obsession

he's there. always. in every moment of their life :')

Yunho

curious to learn

but that doesn't stop him from playing with the baby like they're a toy boi has no fear

he's always gushing over how small and cute and adorable they are

he'll also be a bit scared at first to hold the baby in his arms but will get used to it real quick

loves feeding them and cleaning them with you

he's got some sort of magic to him too he can soothe a crying baby in seconds

plays with them/holds them like they're a cat/puppy

gives them rides on his shoulders and they love it you can hear their laughter ring around the house

teases you about how they look nothing like you but if they do look like you more, he'll be scanning them for one similarity that he can boast about.

"he's got my smile. see?"

loves playing with their hair and combing and styling it

also loves it when you all match unintentionally when going out

the type to play with the kids in the most unconventional ways when you're not looking

almost accidentally drops the baby at least once a week- i said ALMOST okay he's good at catching.

kids cling on to his long legs and he effortlessly walks like no big deal omgg

would even swing his legs like an amusement ride which might possibly earn a scream from you-

also once used the laundry basket as a rollercoaster for the kid. you can imagine how that ended. no living beings were harmed tho-

HE'S A FUN DAD OK

literally his kids are always running around him asking him to do sth fun with them or tell them jokes or play with him

teaches the kids the latest trends

makes dancing tik toks with them

he's actually also the super responsible dad, always dependable. you literally have nothing to worry about esp bc he can be serious when he needs to be

he allows the kids to take challenges, believing the kids need to grow at their own pace and that getting hurt is also a part of growing up

teaches them to be kind, to respect people, to always smile

goes on dates with them to the amusement parks, aquariums, carnivals etc and when they're older they go fishing or go-karting

Yeosang

(sincerely apologise for using a photo with alcohol in a post with babies BUT DOES HE NOT LOOK BABY HERE???)

the babiest of dads

googles whatever the baby does as if that will give him the answer

notices every little thing the baby does

follows instructions like a robot

forgets that the baby is actually a baby and they can't really do their stuff themselves so he has to do it for them-

like for example after a meal he clears the high chair and forgets he needs to help the baby off the chair until it wails LOL

is always worrying about what the baby is feeling esp when it is crying without a reason

always fusses about the little things bc he cares so much :')

sometimes you have to sit him down and tell him that it's okay if the baby is crying-

he even enjoys simply watching the baby esp when they do stupid stuff or play around with food

"that's disgusting but so adorable"

gets taught the latest trends by his kid but still ends up using them in the wrong contexts lmao

yeosang and the kid wailing about the mom on their way home until yeo takes the wrong turn and the kid glares at him and points to the right direction

yeosang and the kid in the shopping mall and yeosang gets lost

goes to the counter to pay but taps his pockets bc he can't find his wallet and the kid sighs loudly and hands it to him

yeosang taking his kid to the parent teacher meeting and he forgets HE'S the parent

he may be forgetful and zone out at times but he's actually very responsible. you never worry whenever you leave your kid with him and go out. you can depend on him <3

you'll see him mature as his kids grow up too, like you can literally see him learning fatherhood

doesn't mean they won't open dexter's laboratory when you're gone and clean up the mess before you come-

sees cute posts about lunchboxes with octopus sausage and seaweed characters on the rice but canNOT replicate it even after spending hours but the kids flaunt it like a masterpiece at their school <3 (loren you're so right for this)

his kids' friends WILL have a crush on yeosang. the teachers might too. how could you not??

his kids gon be the prettiest istg-

San

i'm sorry to break it to you but you'll have to take care of two babies <3

as loren said 'normal children learn behaviours from their parents. san learns behaviours from the baby.'

pretends to cry when the baby is crying so he can also receive hugs and kisses from you

he's actually the most responsive father ever, like he'll know what's actually happening with the kid instead of pretending to know

it's like he's connected to them on an astral level

so he's pretty much a natural caretaker

like he said, he knows how to give love

so he'll never make you feel less loved as well

he'll keep reassuring you how imp you are to him esp now that you're the mother of his child and he'll always be grateful to you for bringing this blessing into his life

but he also has his moments LMAO like i can just imagine him playing with the kid in the most babiest of manners

to the point the kid refuses to listen to you

the kids will always ALWAYS choose him whenever they're asked the 'who do you love more mom or dad' question

and even though that makes you pissed momentarily bc pls who wouldn't get pissed you find it super adorable how much your kids love their dad

safe place.

tells his kids early on what's good and what's bad. no compromises

teaches them when to be sorry and when to stand up for themselves

taekwondo together <3 he'll make them show off at family events or stuff and demand that the audience give good reactions otherwise he's gonna pout sooo hard

he'll make sure his kids don't laze around. chores? yes. exercise? yes. nap-time? necessary. homework? don't even dare to say no. play-time? HELL YES

teaches traditional games to his kids too and makes them interact with other kids to play instead of video games so early on

the video games are HIS okay they can't touch it until they grow up

kids go to him for help in school work and he'll sit there all zoned out wondering when the hell this got included in their syllabus

will refuse to give up until you catch him tired and scratching his head in confusion

"i'm pretty sure education gets tougher every year."

"whatever helps you sleep at nights san <3" LOL

loves spending time together, all of you, anywhere as long as you all are together <3

Mingi

9/10 times will cry when the baby cries

but also really good at taking care of them and it amazes him too

calms the baby down with the cutest most concerned face ever so he looks more baby than the baby

pretends to sleep when the baby wakes up crying in the middle of the night

until you poke his stomach and go 'don't you fucking dare' and he starts laughing helplessly

but then takes the reins and lets you sleep if you look too done <3

jokingly tries to gaslight you into thinking it's your turn to settle the baby but you bet you're keeping tabs too

but when he sees how tired you look, he'll never ever complain no matter how tired he may be himself. will even tuck YOU into bed

the type to sit in the lounge with some kid's show on with the kid itself and you give him snacks to feed the kid

but at some point he got a taste and now he's looking at the packaging and going 'this shit good' when it's actually some baby-friendly snack 😭

and then suddenly it's all gone and the kid is glaring at mingi with angry eyes 😭😭 and he's like pleasure is temporary my child-

but now he has his own fav baby snacks too.

does freestyle rapping about the misery of fatherhood LMAO

also does lame stuff like tapping on the baby's shoulder and when they turn to look at him he has his finger out so it pokes the baby's cheek like-

gets matching shades for him and the kid

hangs out with them a lot, even if it's inside

hears every story they have to tell but also they just looooveee to hear stories from him bc he's a good storyteller

even though half of the shit is made up but he pretends it actually happened-

"one time i saw your mom ugly crying in a shop. i asked her what the matter was. she saw me and fell in love instantly."

"wasn't it the other way?"

loves swinging his kids in his arms whenever he comes home and then you stand there all pouty and he runs after you-

can't scold kids to save himself. can never. always bursts out laughing whenever he glares at them. so you do that for him.

now you're the antagonist in the house

can't handle when his kids are being adorable like he'll just clutch his heart and pretend to faint

best father-kid dynamic bc he's the playful but responsible dad

Wooyoung

he's a natural at this come on

"i feel like he's more my sibling than my own child"

always has his baby in his arms to the point you have to snatch it from him bc you can see he's tired

takes care of everything- from bathing them to feeding them. he's so good at it too

you love him even more bc he may tease you to bits but you never thought he'd be a cooperative lovable menace too

talks to the baby in baby language and they actually hold conversations

and when you join he'll just make fun of you LOL

starts treating you like a baby too when you're tired and you're not sure you hate that you might actually start doing it on purpose too-

taught the kid the art to charm people so they're throwing random cheeky compliments around

like they'll go to a shop and the kid will compliment the shopkeeper and they'll be like omg so precious and hand freebies

and those freebies would be wooyoung's earnings btw aint no way the kid gon have those

will train a family of cutest loveable menaces :')

the chef dad

creates masterpiece lunchboxes for his kids that even the teachers are tempted to steal

i can just imagine the girl friend (also crush) of wooyoung's son at school having a big fat crush on wooyoung and wanting to marry him like come on😭😭

then the son gets super grumpy about it and woo sits him down and asks what's bothering him

then he'll teach him how to bake cookies and the son ends up sweeping the girl off her feet omgg

woo placing his hands over his kid's hands bc they're too small to properly hold the piping bag when they decorate cakes and cookies and cupcakes

them playing in the kitchen and throwing flour on each other and you come and look all smugly at woo bc yes you're gonna clean this mess later on

but you end up joining them :')

dolls up his kids and asks them to kiss him on both his cheeks before they leave

and you bet the kids love that routine

hugs. all the time. hugs.

makes sure to capture these moments for memories if you haven't already and he'll love looking back at these days <3

Jongho

best dad

makes sure he doesn't forget to take care of you as you take care of the baby :')

always gets surprised when the baby does sth new

priceless reactions from him, esp when the baby first says a comprehensible word or takes its first steps

always spreading his arms whenever he spots the baby so the baby can crawl/walk/run to him

swings them in the air and does those little throws

the strong dad. the one who's carrying the kids effortlessly- one on the shoulder, one under the arm, walking as if they weigh nothing

jongho's kid: hi i'm hungry

jongho: hi hungry, i'm dad

overuses every dumb dad joke ever to exist but still finds it super hilarious and sometimes you'll end up laughing along

"back in my days-"

"ah shit here we go again."

bc you know dad jokes aside he's actually a super funny guy when he wants to be

the type to team up with his kid to tease YOU

whispers shit in their ears like 'go pull out your mom's hairclip as revenge for her not letting us hang out in the snow with ice cream last night' when you're super occupied and gets a good laugh out of it

taps your shoulder and then looks away when you glare at him but ends up pointing at the kid like the kid's the one who did it-

when the two are a giggling mess it's hard to differentiate who's the actual kid from the parent

sings with his kids a lot. might vocally train them a bit too

road trips are gonna be so much more fun when everyone's singing at the top of their lungs

when his kid is older and starts to get school assignments that require some form of art like creating a model or designing a poster, his kid is definitely going to score an A because jongho can and WILL help and end up over-achieving LOL

will plan with his kids on days like valentine's or mother's day or anniversary, prepare to get serenaded by the lot

he involves them a lot in everything so they grow up super smart

loves doing stupid things with the kids too like he'll literally be the one following the kids at times

but you love it bc you never have to worry about anything with him ;-; <3 he's also super protective

unless there's a bug in front of you. then you're all on your own.

[luvh4nji]

𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 + 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐒/𝐎

warning: general drunkenness, reader is referred to as "girl" in san's

seonghwa ; he's so unbelievably soft for you. something about having his pretty baby so in love with him, hanging off his arm and pressing your side impossibly closer to his, even when you're not completely yourself, makes his heart swell in his chest, his stomach doing somersaults.

"be careful, love." he chastises you gently, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to his side, thumb rubbing little circles on the skin of your shoulder. "don't want you getting into trouble, yeah?" and you just swoon over him, turning in his hold so your arms snaking around his own shoulders, nuzzling into his chest. and you're too hazy to notice the soft look in his eyes and the soft blush that covers his cheeks.

hongjoong ; he seems like the type to be a little insecure in a relationship. he's so busy, he porbably doesn't feel like he gives you enough attention and it gets him down a little bit. the question of what if you find someone who treats you better? always sits in the back of his mind. but when you get all clingy and sweet with him when you get a little drunk at the studio, his worries almost seem to dissipate.

"and those are the reasons why..." you start, cutting yourself off with a hiccup, resting your head against his chest from your spot in his lap. "those are the reasons why i love you." you finish, smiling to yourself in your drunken daze. "ah, okay, i see. " he indulges, nodding and smiling down at the mess you are in his lap. he hears something that sounds like a muffled "you better" coming from you, feeling the vibrations of your voice as he runs his fingers down your back.

yunho ; he would think you're the cutest thing he's ever seen <3 he's truly the type to be completely entranced by his partner and to see you have that same reverence for him? it just makes him so, so happy. he's the type to have you close to him all night, sitting in the booth of the bar wiht his arm slung around your shoulders while you lean against him, ead on his chest, hand lifted to hold his, looking up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

"you feeling okay, baby?" he asks, noticing how quiet you'd gotten. and you'd just nod against his chest, sniffing a little bit from the drinks, mumbling that you're fine and that you just want to look at him, blinking slowly as you explain yourself. and he gets so red, smiling brightly and keeping you close to his chest proudly while the rest of the guys at the booth tease you relentlessly.

yeosang ; he gets so shy and flusterd, poor guy :( he's not a very touchy person, generally speaking, so when you go to him, laying your head in his lap where he was sitting on the couch in your apartment, once the sleepy affect of the beverage has sunken in, gazing up at him with big, lovestruck eyes, he can't help the soft pink that colors the shells of his ears.

"are you okay, y/n?" he asks, voice low, with that shy quality to it, as you look up at him, your hand reaching to cup his face, fingers tracing his birthmark delicately. "better than okay, sangie." you grin, running a thumb over the crest of his cheekbone. "i got so lucky-- to have someone to beautiful." you hiccup through your words, making him look up and away from your reverent expression, biting the inside of his cheek to hold in a smile.

san ; loves it. adores it even. you already knows he's absolutely a clingy drunk and he loves that you are too because it just proves to him how perfect you are for each other. he's the type to believe in soulmates and this is his sign. he just loves how you look at up at him, blinking slowly, and grabbing his hands, pressing little kisses to his knuckles and telling him how how handsome he is.

"yeah, honey? i'm the prettiest boy you've ever seen?" he asks, half-teasing, but you just nod in agreement, movements slow and lazy due to the alcohol flowing through your system. "i'm glad you think that." he says through a soft smile, reaching to ruffle your hair from you're leaning against his chest. "cause you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen. makes us a perfect match, doesn't it?"

mingi ; adores you when you get clingy. he's absolutely the type to revel in your physical nature. he loves how you excited you get to see him when he comes to pick you up from the bar after your friends had called him, asking for his assistance in getting you home. he loves how you run up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek, telling him how much you missed these past few hours that you'd been out.

"missed me?" he asks, only half-teasing, laughing to himself when you nod against his chest, mussing your hair in the process. "i missed you, too, honey." he grins, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "now lets get you home, yeah?" and he smiles to himself at how you cling onto his arm, grip vice-like in the car.

wooyoung ; he doesn't seem like the type to let himself be soft often. he feels like he has to be funny or flirty or abrasive at all times, but all those walls come down when he's around you, especially when your uninhibited and he knows you need his help. his voice gets so soft, touch gentle as he lets you wrap yourself around him, nuzzling into his chest, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin there.

"okay, baby," he starts when your body goes nearly limp against his. "you think it's time to go home?" and you just shake your head, hair mussing against him, before raising your gaze to meet his and mumbling something about how you'd go wherever he wanted you to. and he'd just laugh, soft and warm, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the bar. "alright, alright. let's get you home, lovey.

jongho ; although he doesn't necessarily seem like the clingiest person himself, he does seem like the type to enjoy having a clingy partner. it has something to do with him liking to be needed. it makes his chest puff up in pride and his eyes shine when you latch onto him. especially when you're all hazy and uninhibited, letting him take care of you.

"oh, really?" he grins pulling you close to him as you grapple onto his strong arms as you mumble something about how strong he is and how you adore him and everything he does for you. "you need me that much?" he asks, tone almost condescending if it wasn't him, and if you weren't inebriated. he shifts his grip around you as you nod againist his arm, staring up at him with big, sparkly eyes. the image of you so adoring of him makes his heart swell in his chest, biting his lip and trying to swallow his smile.

[ateezlovely]

Please Kiss Me

pairing: choi san x reader (genderneutral)

genre: fluff + first kisses

description: although shy and inexperienced, you were determined that this was the night that you were going to ask san to kiss you (700ish words)

note: so happy sm ppl enjoyed my first writing, hope this one is liked too ^_^

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San had taken you on five dates and officially asked you out three weeks ago, you were so happy but you were nervous. Being very inexperienced with love and only now in your first relationship, both made you scared to partake in any intimacy with San. The furthest you have gotten is holding hands and San kissing your cheek a few times after your dates. You have already noticed how touchy of a person San is, he is almost always touching or cuddling his friends. This makes you feel bad because you can tell he is holding back from doing a lot with you because you never initiate any physical touch first. But now you want to change that.

Saturday nights are San nights, he claimed them saying he needs to spend every Saturday night with you. Most of the time it is spent hanging out at either of your places to watch a movie, play games, or talk. This Saturday night is movie night so you are walking to San’s place nervous because you are going to ask San if he can kiss you.

Knocking on the door it only takes a few seconds before the door opens and San's cute face is smiling at you, ‘’Hi lovely, I missed you’’

‘’San you saw me this morning’’ you giggled walking in and walking to the living room to set down your stuff and the snacks you had brought as a surprise.

''You brought snacks! My favorite ones!'' San gleamed at you smiling so bright it made your heart warm. His eyes and the way his hands almost moved towards you, showing how badly he wanted to touch you. Instead, San unpacks the bag of snacks onto the coffee table and tells you about a few movies he picked for you guys to watch.

Halfway through watching movies you couldn't remember anything of what you have been watching, every time San moved you were so conscious of it. You were so incredibly nervous that your palms were sweating.

San was sitting next to you on the couch but there was some distance between the both of you. This seemed like a good place to start and give you time to work up the courage.

Slowly you moved closer to San until your thigh was lightly pressed against his, so light that San didn't even notice. You keep moving closer until your body is touching San's from your shoulder to your thigh. Now, San notices but he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even move. Neither of you moves until the third movie is over and San takes this as a chance to get up to get another drink.

''Uh-do you want something too?'' San asks, and it almost looks like there is a faint pink color on his cheeks.

''Water please'', when San comes back you were going to ask him to kiss you, it was now or never.

As soon as San sits down next to you, the same closeness before he left, you take a sip of your water and turn to him.

''San..can you,'' the nervousness is building up in your throat, making you stumble on your words, ''um, could you please,''

A hand comes to rest on top of yours and you pause to meet San's eyes. His eyes are so kind and his smile is so soft and sweet. Everything about him was beautiful, his soft imperfect skin, the shape of his nose, and how inviting his lips looked.

''y/n? Baby?''

Realizing that you have just been staring at him, your mouth decides for you and says, ''please kiss me''

San breathes out a small laugh before his hands come to hold your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

''Baby all you had to do was ask'' he teases

''Sannie-'' you start to whine but his lips on yours stop you. The kiss is so soft and his thumbs never stop moving against your cheeks. When San pulls away from you, instinctively you chase after his lips, making San laugh lightly at you again.

Letting go of your face his hands move to rub your upper arms, ''Was that good?''

''Mhm, thank you'' you blushed and leaned away from him so you could lean against the back of the couch, but San moved with you. He took your hand in his and pressed so close to you that your faces were only inches apart.

''I won't be able to keep my lips and hands off you now'' he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

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[k-hotchoisan]

Seven minutes in Heaven, but make it San (san x fem!reader)

He knows he fucked up so instead of seven minutes of heaven, you give him seven minutes of hell.

//different au from mingi’s 🌹//

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, sub! Choi san x dom! Reader, orgasm denial, edging, choking, unprotected sex, blowjobs, handjobs; maybe I need a job, so much cum 🩷

Word count: 2.4K

A/n: holy fuck this was filthy. Some Angel wanted a San version of seven minutes in heaven so here you go, pretty. Enjoy the filth 🩷

San knew he fucked up. The moment his friends peer pressured him into choosing between two girls during truth or dare, he knew he was fucked. He hastily chose one of the girl’s name within the circle, and she blushed. She fucking blushed. Well, in his defence, it was a truth question, and that no one knew about you and San’s relationship, at least not yet, because he told you he was going to announce it during the gathering.

But now in this circle of sins he was in, kinda gave him not much of a choice, and before he realised it, her name just slips out of his mouth, and your mood immediately darkens. You very well knew the kind of friends he has when they play drinking games, and they definitely loved the thrill of burning bridges and matching couples, sometimes a little too much. The once bubbly and innocent persona of you dims when the possessiveness starts seeping in. You smile, of course you do, but it was nothing angelic nor innocent about the smile, it was dripping with pure poison. Your eyes lock onto San and he’s definitely struggling to meet your gaze, his neck and face flushed from the alcohol and his mistake.

San takes the bottle and spins it, the bottle landing on said girl he picked. You lean back, your smile still plastered as you stare daggers into him. She giggles as she chooses dare and of course, they dare her and San make out. San’s eyes widen in fear, as his eyes dart to yours, and your expression stays the same—an eyebrow raise and a pissed smile. It’s like a warning—almost a dare for him fucking try.

The girl only laughs and declines, stating that she has a slight flu, and she opts for a hug instead. Well, not any better but lesser of the two evils at least. She embraces San into a hug and the room erupts into cheers and laughter.

Everyone but you.

You swear to the heavens that you were not a jealous person, just a tad bit possessive. Jealousy and possessiveness were two totally different concepts. And possessiveness mattered in the nature of your relationship.

When the group finally calms down, she spins the bottle, landing right at you. You feign surprise, almost honoured that the bottle chose you next. You don’t hesitate to say “Dare”, with a pretty smile on your face.

“Confident aren’t you?” Mingi teases, nudging your arm. You shrug with a smile, wondering what shit your friends were gonna throw to you.

“Seven minutes in heaven”, Yeosang exclaims. “With a guy of your choice.” You raise your eyebrows. A fucking god given chance.

San feels himself getting more nervous as he starts to wonder if you would pull a random guy in just to get back at him. He knows he done fucked up, but you’d never do that, right?

“Choi San”, you pick, after pretending to take your time think, your gaze never leaving his. San’s heartbeat quickens because he doesn’t expect it. He’s relieved that you chose him but oh god, you sure do look pissed.

Your arm snakes around his as you stare down at the girl, with a look of confusion plastered on her face as you smile and say, “sorry babe, I’m borrowing him for a bit.”

The moment the doors close behind the both of you, San is immediately pushed onto the bed by you. His eyes are wide with fear, and something else—exhilaration. He’s wondering what you’re gonna do to him and that makes his cock harden so fucking quick, and your gaze never leaving his as you strip right in front of him just adding on to the arousal.

He’s splayed onto the bed, slightly panting as he continues to stare at you removing every piece of clothing cleanly before walking over to pull off his cargo pants, his boxers already starting to soak from the precum. You straddle him once his pants are on the floor.

“Baby I-“ and his sentence gets cut short when your fingers grab his jaw to pull him close for an aggressive kiss, one that makes San’s head float and his cock even harder. He’s totally melting under your touch and dominance.

He whines as you pull back, your hand still clenching his jaw. He’s breathless, so blown away by the quick make out session.

“So, you picked her?” You pout, your fingers now trailing down his neck, feeling each beautiful bump of his veins and arteries. Your touch is so light that it makes San feel sensitive as he shivers.

“I don’t! I promise babe, it was nothing serious. You know how my friends are when we drink-fuck. Besides, they don’t know we’re together”, he runs his mouth, and you remove his top before palming his erection, causing him to groan.

“Really now? The hug must have felt great right? Someone else’s tits just pressing onto yours, it probably felt fucking amazing for a slut like you”, you hum tracing down his chiseled body, so tempted to fucking squeeze his tits. Your eyes flutter back to his as he continues to deny that, despite the way you said it only causing him to harden even more.

“N-no. It’s not like t-that”, he barely manages as you press the fabric of his underwear onto his leaking tip, and rub, watching San lose his grip on reality.

“Sannie”, you call out as your hand caresses his cheek with utmost poison, as San looks back at you with a glazed look. “Good boys don’t lie.”

San knows he’s not allowed to touch you, unless you allow him to, and he feels his heart hammering in his ears, dizzy from trying to figure out what you’re trying to get at.

“I’m not lying, I promise babe”, he says, genuinely. You know he would never lie, but he still had to be punished. You reach out to grab San’s phone which was lying on the bed after you pushed him down, and set seven minutes on the timer before throwing his phone haphazardly on the bed, right beside him.

You sigh as your attention goes back to him, letting your fingers trail along his broad chest, stopping at his nipples. You lick both your thumbs before flicking his nipples, and that elicits a cry from San as his hips buck into you.

“Seven minutes isn’t long actually. I think it’s a pretty generous amount of time for you”, you say, rubbing and pulling his nipples, watching San squirm beneath you, the wet stain his underwear only growing bigger.

“Generous amount of time for me?” He repeats through hazed eyes.

“Yeah. A generous amount of time to hold you from cumming”, you reply nonchalantly. “I’m not letting you cum until the timer rings, darling.”

That sends shivers down San’s spine and he whines, both fear and arousal intertwining. He’s oh, so fucked, and he could only reply, “yes.”

A smile spreads across your face as you immediately got to work—pulling off his boxers as his cock springs out, so big and hard. You wet your hand with your spit as you start pumping him, more beautiful moans escape from his lips as his hips begin to automatically fuck your hand. As you continue to drive him up the wall, you lean into his neck, and suck against his soft skin, and that releases even more whimpers as you mark a couple of deep red bites and hickeys around his neck.

“I can’t believe I have to mark you like this to remind you who you belong to”, you sigh again, flicking your wrist up, earning a soft cry from him as more precum seeps out of his cockhead. He murmurs “sorry, baby, I’m sorry”, as you continue to pump his cock, with short intervals of teasing his nipples.

His cock twitches in your palm and that’s your signal to let go, watching San groan as he’s first orgasm get denied, his hands gripping the sheets.

“We’re only getting started”, you remind him as you sink yourself to face his cock. San’s breathing hitches.

It was definitely going to be the longest seven minutes of his life.

Your lips wrapped around his cock as you bob your head, making sure your tongue feels up the under area of his cock—where he’s the most sensitive. You take his whole length in your mouth, feeling him at the back of your throat as you clench on him and a loud broken whimper is heard from him.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he cries out, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes as his cock twitches in pain when you leave him dry and empty for the second round.

“Do you know what you did wrong?” You ask, letting his cock leave your lips with a pop, his precum dripping off from the corner of your lips as you pepper kisses to his pretty little cock. Through his ragged pants, he barely makes out, “I shouldn’t have let her touch me at all. I’ve been bad.”

You don’t reply him, only going back to sucking his soul of his cock as his hips rise to fit himself as much as he could in your mouth. He feels his stomach tighten again, and you see the flex his abdomen does when he’s going to cum, and he’s crying, “fuck fuck fuck, I’m so close, I’m cumming-“

And your lips leave his cock.

“Fuckkkkkk”, San whines, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the sheets.

You ignore his pleas, your eyes glance over to the timer—four minutes left. You look back him with the softest gaze, as you comb your boyfriend’s hair back. “I’m gonna fuck you”, you tell him and it sounds like a threat, and also it goes directly to his cock. He’s so fucked. He knows he can’t last in you for long, let alone for another X amount of minutes left.

San can only watch, wide-eye and hopeless as you shift up to straddle him once more, only rubbing your wet cunt against his very wet cock. He throws his head back against the sheets, his chest heaving as you grind up on him.

Being denied of three orgasms, the fourth one builds up rapidly as he attempts to push his hips up to rut against you, his cock leaking thick, white precum already. “Please. I don’t think I can take it”, he whimpers, this time his tears streak down his face as his cock twitches pathetically against his abdomen, thick fluid dripping down his cockhead, mixing with your juices. And you immediately slow down, another beautiful cry from the male underneath you as his orgasm slips away from him.

You almost feel bad, almost. But seven minutes still wasn’t up. But you do let him touch you this time, and immediately, his hands are all over you, grasping at every inch of skin he brushes against. He claws against your thighs, leaving pretty marks in his wake. You wipe his tears away and press a loving kiss on his lips as you position his cockhead right at your fluttering hole, as you sink in so fucking easily.

“Oh my fucking god, fuck”, San cries out, his cock just twitching in your pussy. A sigh leaves your lips, feeling so full as San’s cock hits all the right spots perfectly. San’s eyes meet yours, as you stroke his hair affectionately.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” You ask, rocking your hips painfully slow. San can’t answer, he’s so fucked out and he wants to cum so fucking badly. Your hands wrap around his neck, as you force him to look at you. He nods desperately, just wanting a release after being denied four whole orgasms.

“Please, let me cum, please, I’m begging you”, he strains, and you feel his thighs trembling from beneath you. Your gaze flicker to the timer, and you smile at him.

“Lucky you, baby. There’s only a minute left.”

San is frantic and borderline crazed right now, trying to hold it off for the final minute, and his soul almost leaves his body as you fucking begin bouncing on his cock, the sounds of your moans mixed with the squelching from his cock fucking into your cunt sending him off the edge.

“Thirty seconds, baby”, you remind him as you feel the knot in your stomach from how fucking filled San’s cock is in you. Fuck, you were so gonna cum too at this rate. You don’t tell him about the final ten, because you simply speed up, leaning forward to bounce on his dick better, the sounds of skin slapping now louder than ever.

“Babe, fuck, I’m gonna cum, can I cum, please?” San stares at you pleadingly, eyes wet with desperation. You don’t answer him, only grabbing his jaw in your hands as you fuck him even harder. “When the alarm rings”, is all you reply. “Be a good boy.”

And the alarm goes off, so does Choi San. His eyes are barely open as his lips are parted in absolute bliss as a long, drawn out whine of pleasure and relief washes over him as his cock shoots ropes and ropes of thick, white cum right into your tight hole. At that moment your orgasm hits you, seeing your boyfriend so fucked out and pretty like that, as you lean back and squirt all over him, tapping and rubbing your pussy, making sure it gets all over his pretty fucking face as San continues to cum into your pussy. The overstimulation of your cunt clenching on his cock only milks out even more cum, a thick load just oozing right out of your cunt as his cock is softening in you.

He pulls out and winces, the sensitivity tingling through this body. He sits up, and you take a good look at him, and oh fucking boy, he looks so fucking good, covered in sweat, panting, his hair combed back, his nipples looking swollen, hickies littered all over his neck, cum and squirt just all over him. “Fuck, you look so fucking hot like that”, is the first thing that leaves San’s mouth, causing you to break into laughter as you lean in for another greedy kiss which he never denies you.

You reach out for tissue on the nightstand, to at least clean the cum running down your thighs, which San, for his life could not keep his eyes off. San cleans himself up as you pull up your panties and wear your clothes back on. You turn to San, who is about to put his top back on, and stop him. San is confused for a moment as he stays put, feeling your fingers tips trace over the love bites on his neck.

No not enough. You squeeze his tits, a small gasp leaving his lips which turns into a moan when you suck near his nipple—another gorgeous hickey blooms. Two more bloom on his chest and you were done. Your hands graze his nipples, causing him to whimper. “I think this is a good way to let them know of our relationship”, you hum, admiring your artwork. “We can leave like this.”

Pink creeps up to his neck and cheeks. You stare at him and a pout appears. “What, you want to let her know you want her?” San shakes his head quickly. “N-no! I only belong to you”, he says through flushed cheeks.

“That’s my good boy”, you smile as you stroke his hair as San completely melts around you. You take his hand gently and kiss it before opening the door.

Everyone turns their attention to the both of you, and boy, did their jaws hang open.

“Bro, what the fuck did you guys do in there?” Mingi asks, staring at the disheveled state the both of you were in, and his eyes land on San’s body, which is so prettily decorated.

“Yeah, we wanted to announce that we’ve been dating for awhile now, but seems like he got a little carried away with spin the bottle”, you respond, drawing circles in San’s palm.

All of their eyes follow the both of you as you and San return to your seats. Your eyes meet the girl’s and you giggle.

“Sorry it took awhile, I brought him back.”

The girl who he hugged isn’t fazed, she only laughs in response, saying, “oh my god, fuck off. Jesus Christ the both of you.” You only laugh back as your eyes meet San’s and his gaze reflects something so affectionate and delicate.

Yeah, that was probably one of the best seven minutes of his life.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Choi San x F!Reader TW : mentions of past cheating ;slight possessiveness ; fighting ; manipulation ; Word Count : 4.4k

She’s got everything she could ever want, she’s got the man of her dreams, the house of her dreams, she’s living a dream. The entire world envied her, the way her man looked at her with such love in his eyes even when she wasn’t looking back at him, the silver bands that adorned her fingers worth more than most peoples house and cars put together. She’s the luckiest girl in the world, and she is you. 

The necklace that perfectly complimented your outfit was draped carefully around your neck and clasped in the back, delicate fingers tracing lightly over the exposed skin of your neck as you stared at yourself in the vanity mirror. “You don’t think I’m too overdressed, do you?” You asked, meeting Sans gaze in the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“Of course not, babe. You look amazing.” San hummed, his hands running up and down your arms that would soon be covered by the thin knitted cardigan that hung on the back of the chair. “I’m so lucky I get to sit beside you tonight.” He murmured against the shell of your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You couldn’t help but admire him as he stood up straight, the crisp white button up that he was wearing hadn’t even gotten wrinkled while he was leaning over. He always looked good, even when he wasn’t dressed up, but right now, he looked amazing. “The people who run the event… They know that I’ll be there with you too, right?” You asked, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror before getting up and following him out of the room. 

This was an important event for both you and San, him and the guys were being nominated for an award tonight, but this would also be the first event that you and San would be publicly seen together after getting married. There had been a lot of unofficial photographs from reporters and paparazzi that had been released over time, but none of them were truly trustable, this time though, everyone would know it’s true. 

“Of course they know you’ll be there, babe.” He walked over to you as you slipped on the heels that you knew would end up forgotten on the floor by the first half of the event, letting you use his shoulder to hold yourself steady as you stood up straight. “I made sure they remembered to put an extra two seats at the table, one seat for you that’ll be right beside me, and one seat for your purse.” He took a step back, his eyes scanning over you as a warm smile graced his features. “You look absolutely stunning, I’m so lucky.” 

You whispered a soft thank you, always feeling shy whenever he complimented you even after having been with him for so long. “Are you ready to go?” You asked, grabbing your bag off the hook and walking closer to the door, but San held his finger up, motioning for you to wait as he ran to the bedroom, quickly returning with your cardigan. “Ah… thank you, honey.” 

He held it out for you as you slipped your arms in, smoothing out the fabric once it was on your body, his smile growing wider as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Now we’re ready to go.” He said softly, flicking off the lights as his other hand stayed on your lower back, leading you out the door. 

You wouldn’t say that San was controlling, you were allowed to do things, you were allowed to go out and hang with friends. San was just… very possessive of you. When you were out, he was constantly texting you, asking for pictures, making sure no one was getting too close to you, sometimes he’d even call you and ask you to keep the call going in the background just to hear your voice and make sure nothing was going on. It’s not that he didn’t trust you though, he just didn’t trust the world and the people that lived in it. The distrust wasn’t just targeted towards strangers or your friends though, he didn’t even trust his own groupmates, hence why there would be the “purse chair” as he called it, specifically there to keep the space between you and whatever unfortunate member would be on the opposite side of that chair, on the receiving end of Sans side eye for a majority of the night. 

The event venue was packed already, people showing up fashionably early, along with the reporters whose cameras flashed repeatedly in everyone's faces. San didn’t mind at all though, he was more than happy to be seen with you on his arm, your outfits perfectly matched to make you look like the perfect couple, and as of now, it felt like you truly were. 

Once the two of you made it through the front doors it was just a matter of finding the table that you’d sit at, and that wasn’t a problem considering most of the other guys had already shown up, jumping up from their chairs and waving you and San over. “You finally made it! It’s a mess out there, how was it getting through?” Wooyoung said when the two of you made it to the table, Sans hand was now gripping your own, holding it so tightly and so close to himself that he might as well have put your clasped hands in the pocket of his suit jacket. 

“What do you mean finally? We’re an hour and a half early?” San teased as he looked around the table, counting the chairs and then quickly claiming three for you, himself and your bag. “It’s crazy out there though, those flashes almost blinded Y/N.” He said your name with such reverence, smiling to you as he pulled out your chair and then took your purse and placed it on the chair beside you before any of the guys could take the seat. “Speaking of… This is my wife.” He took his seat, his arm immediately draping over your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as his other hand lifted the glass of water that was on the table. 

“I’m glad we get to meet in a more formal setting this time.” Seunghwa said with a smirk, and you couldn’t help but be confused since this was the first time you had met him and the other guys in general. “It only took San three months of sneaking you in the dorms to finally marry you, that must be true love there.” Seunghwa raised his glass and the guys all followed suit, the seven of them wearing smiles as they looked at you and San. “Congratulations.” 

It was crazy how Seunghwa, who was just trying to be a little funny, had essentially ruined your marriage, ruined your relationship, and broken your heart all at once. It didn’t take deep thought or some confusing equation for you to add things up. You knew that San and yourself had been together way longer than three months. The marriage certificate had been filled out two months ago, and you had been engaged for five months before that, and even before that, the two of you had been dating steadily for a year and a half. It wasn’t even just the math though, it was the fact that you had never even stepped foot into the dorms, and surely if you had, you wouldn’t have to be snuck in. 

Sans body was tense, and you could feel him staring at you out of the corner of his eyes, awaiting your reaction. He knew he fucked up, but there were so many people around, he didn’t want to make a scene and go off on Seunghwa for dropping the bomb. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” You said, already pushing your chair back, trying your best to hold onto the calm composure that you had been carrying before you were hit with such news. 

“Y/N…” San whispered, grabbing your hand and looking up at you with wide eyes that were screaming at you to stay. He knew you were pissed, he just didn’t exactly know what that would mean. You used your free hand to grab your purse, slinging it over your shoulder as you tried to pull away without making it too obvious. “Why are you taking your purse, I can watch it?” 

“For lady reasons…” You whispered right back, proud of how quick your mind was able to come up with an excuse while being so frazzled. “I’ll be right back.” You said to the guys at the table, but you and San knew better, you wouldn’t be back at all. His eyes watched you as you walked away, knowing that this view would be the last he’d have of you, at least for the rest of the night. 

Of course you weren’t just going to sit there beside him, pretending to be the happy wife of someone that you had just found out cheated on you. It sucked, but what made it worse was the fact that he had done it a month before you got married, and you weren’t sure how long he had been doing it before then either. San didn’t value you, he didn’t cherish you, and you were beginning to believe that he was only so possessive of you because he had a guilty conscience, and he was scared that you’d do the same thing he did. 

Both your wedding and engagement ring were promptly slid off and left on the sink counter at the venue before walking out and calling yourself a cab. You needed to go home, you needed to think, not about how to fix things, but how to end things without it turning into a big argument. You wouldn’t have been able to do that at the venue, you needed to be alone with your thoughts. 

How were you going to end things? It wouldn’t be easy, you knew that. He wouldn’t leave willingly, you knew the kind of person he was. He’d make all kinds of excuses, and then he’d try to soften you up, make you forget all about it. You couldn’t let that happen, you knew there was a chance, he was so charming, so manipulative, you wondered if he even knew. You needed time, time to prepare yourself for what was to come. 

You started with the hardest task, packing up all of his clothes into his suitcases, and when the suitcases ran out of room, you started tossing his clothes into bags that all ended up lined up at the front door. It would be the first sight to greet him when he walks in. Award shows lasted pretty long, and there were often after parties, although you weren’t sure if San would go to this one. Maybe he would, just to grab a couple drinks before walking into the storm that was awaiting him at home. 

Next to go were the pictures, pictures of you and him when you were so happy, so naive, so clueless as to what he was truly doing. He was happy too, and why would he not be? He hadn’t been caught yet, and he was probably under the assumption that he never would be. That’s the thing about cheaters, about cheating in general… It’ll only be so long before things come out, whether it’s from their own slip up, or from an unaware friend who has no idea. 

The pictures in the frames were promptly trashed, replaced with the original pictures that had once been in there. Pictures of you with friends and family, surrounded by people who loved you, people who would never hurt you. The pictures would serve as a constant reminder to you that even without San there, you still had people there for you. 

It didn’t change the fact that you were devastated though. You could remove his clothes from the bedroom, you could remove the pictures from the frames, but you couldn’t get rid of the memories, not this quickly. Anger had fueled you in your quest to pack up and get rid of everything that was his, but once you were done, the only thing you could do was cry. Cry over the years that you wasted, years that had you falling deeper and deeper in love with him until he slipped those two rings on your finger. You had been so excited, planning the wedding venue and looking at wedding dresses, making a list of all the people that you were going to invite. It was all for nothing though, everything that had to do with him was just a waste of time. 

That’s when he came in, of course it would be. He couldn’t walk through the front door when you were emotionally stronger, no… He came back when you were weak, sobbing on the couch as you gripped onto the throw pillow. “So that’s it…? You don’t want to talk about it?” He asked, looking around at the bags on the floor, knowing damn well that his stuff was inside of them. 

“What’s there to talk about?” You mumbled, turning your head to glance at him over the back of the couch. Your vision was blurry from the tears that filled your eyes, but you saw him, standing in the doorway, shoulders slumped as he watched you. “You cheated… I have nothing to say to you.” 

He watched as you got up off the couch, letting you take a few steps before practically running to you, grabbing your arm and turning you around to face him. “You really want to end it like this? How do you know Seunghwa was telling the truth, huh? You really think I’d cheat on you after proposing to you? You’re too trusting… You believe anything…” 

“Is that why you panicked?” You retorted, trying your best to hold your head high although you were beyond embarrassed, you were humiliated. “You knew that he was telling the truth, that’s why you got so tense. That’s how I knew it was the truth.” You weakly pushed against his chest, sobbing softly as your head shook. “As if it wasn’t bad enough to be cheated on, it had to be by you. The whole world is going to find out soon enough and…” You sniffled loudly, wiping your tears on your sleeve. “And I’m going to be the fool! Not you! So just… take your stuff and go… please.” 

His arms dropped to the side, completely defeated. “I’ll go…” He muttered, backing up slowly as his own tears began to fall. There was no point in arguing with you, not right now, not when the wounds were so fresh. You were right, and you had every right to be angry with him. “I’ll take as much as I can… I’m sorry…” 

Anger took hold of him as he sped through crowded streets, making his way to the dorms where the guys were most likely just now getting in. One mistake, it was in the past and that’s where he wanted to keep it, but Seunghwa just had to bring it up. What was the point of bringing it up? It was a mistake that he wanted to forget about making. He wasn’t proud of it, he hated himself for doing it, that’s why he clung to you, doted upon you, practically worshiped you. You were Sans everything, and now what? Were you truly done with him? Did you really not want anything to do with him? It was all Seunghwas fault… him and his mouth… 

San stormed into the dorms, the doorknob slamming against the wall and then bouncing back, slamming shut and just further holding the attention of the other guys who sat around in the living room, still slightly drunk from the afterparty. “Yah! San, what are you doing?!” Hongjoong called out, the only one who looked even slightly sober in the group right now. 

The few bags that he had been able to take with him from the apartment were dropped onto the floor as he stormed over to Seunghwa, his finger in the older man’s face, his hand shaking with his anger. “You… You did this! Why do you talk?!” San shouted, the other guys finally catching on enough to try to pull him back. “You ruined everything! I love her! I do! Why…?!” He was breathing heavily as tears streamed down his face, the guys finally able to get him as far away from Seunghwa as possible in the short moment of weakness. 

“What are you talking about?” Seunghwa was genuinely, and rightfully, confused by the sudden outburst, but it was soon replaced by panic as he jumped up, his eyes going wide. “Did I embarrass her? What happened, is she okay?” His head shook as he ran his hands over his alcohol induced reddened face. “I really didn’t mean to upset her… Did something bad happen?” 

Everyone in the room was now looking to San for answers, but he could only chuckle humorlessly as he pushed the guys back. “Did something… did…” He could barely get the words out as his breaths quickened once more, his nostrils flaring as anger evolved into pure rage. “I’m losing my fucking wife! She… She kicked me out because…” And as quickly as that rage had lit up inside of him, it was burnt out, guilt and regret crashing over him like waves during a storm. “It wasn’t her… I fucked up… And I wanted to… to forget… I didn’t want her to know…” His voice became a whisper as he slid down the wall, falling to the floor and curling up into himself. “I was drunk… and she was out of town… and I felt awful about it immediately… that’s… that’s why I made her leave so early. I didn’t think anyone would be awake… I don’t… I don’t even drink anymore because I’m so… I’m so scared of something like that happening again and… I love Y/N… I don’t want to lose her…” 

Seunghwa fell back onto the couch, his face in his hands as heavy sighs escaped him. “It’s not my fault… How was I supposed to know?” He muttered, taking a deep breath as he lifted his head to look at San. “You didn’t tell us anything… You didn’t even tell us that you were getting married. We didn’t find out until that meeting with the manager before the show. Then… Then you have the nerve to come in here getting mad at me because… because I assumed that she was that girl… It’s not my fault that you hid your wife.” He stood up, eyes like daggers glaring at San. “And it’s not my fault that you cheated on her either.” 

“I…” San started, his breath shaky as he pushed himself up off the floor. “I hid her because she was mine! I love her… I… I didn’t mean to cheat on her, it just… It happened and I know that it doesn’t make it any better but…” He sniffled softly as he leaned against the wall, his head falling back as tears streaming down his face. “But I don’t want to be without her… I…” A sharp gasp shot through his lips as he turned to go into his own room, a room that he hadn’t been in in three months, a room that he’d much rather forget even existed along with the memories that lingered beneath the sheets of his bed. 

You knocked quickly on the door, a few of the bags that you were able to lug into the building by yourself on the floor beside your feet as you waited for someone to answer. It’s not like no one was home, you could hear the tv from the other side of the door… Maybe they just couldn’t hear you? So you knocked louder, your fist hurting from the force behind it. “Yah! Open the damn-” Before you could get the last word out, the door swung open, and there he was. 

“Y/N…” San whispered your name, his eyes wide and already welling with tears the moment he looked at you. “You’re here…” A shaky hand ran through his hair as he took a step back, motioning for you to come inside. “I’m making ramen… If you want some. I have other food too, I always keep all your favorites… I’ve been waiting for… I… I miss you.” 

God, why were you crying? He hurt you? And why should he be crying when you were the one who’s gone through three months of pain because of him? “I just came to drop off the rest of your things.” You said, avoiding eye contact, knowing that the more you looked at him, the more you’d be hurt. “I was only able to carry up a little… The rest is in my car. You can come down and get it… Or not. I don’t care. I’ve waited for you to come pick it up long enough though.” 

“I didn’t want to pick it up… I thought that you’d ask me to come back at some point.” Of course he’d think that. You didn’t have time to play this game with him, and going back and forth would only cause you both more heartache. You quickly turned on your heel, if he wasn’t going to get his stuff, you’d just give it to people who need it. “W-Wait… Don’t leave… Don’t leave me…” He grabbed your elbow, yanking you back to him until you crashed against his chest. “You don’t know how hard it’s been… Without you… I feel like I could die… I hate it… I hate not being with you.” 

“I… don’t know how hard it’s been?” You repeated breathlessly, scoffing as you pushed him back. “You don’t know! First I get cheated on by you and I find out about it three months later and then… I can’t even leave my own house with reporters and paparazzi shoving their stupid cameras in my face and asking why they haven’t seen us together and why I wasn’t still at the award show when you made your speech. And for some reason I care about you too much to tell them the truth… So I’m the bad one…” You watched as his face fell, his arms still outstretched as if to wrap around you. “You feel like you could die… But I wish I would. You don’t know what it’s like to constantly be attacked and not be able to say anything… I don’t know why I still protect you… Just… Get your things so I can go.” 

“I’ll tell them… I’ll publically announce what I did just so they’ll leave you alone.” He grabbed your hand again, this time just holding it tightly, terrified that if he let you go once more that you’d finally leave. “Just stay with me… I want to work this out… I don’t want to lose you. I don’t care what happens with the group or anything, I don’t care what the fans think of me, or what the agency says… I made a mistake and I’ll pay for it, but I swear on everything, I’ve never made that mistake again. I don’t even drink, I don’t go out unless it’s with you.” 

He kept pulling you closer, and you were tired of trying to pull away, it’s not like it would do any good, he’d just keep pulling you back, and as much as you tried to ignore the feelings, you missed him, you missed his touch, his hugs, his kisses. You missed everything about him. “Why do they hate me so much… They don’t know me… They don’t know what I’m going through. They don’t know what you did to me…” You allowed yourself to fall once again against his chest, and this time he pulled you further into the dorms, shutting the door behind you and moved you to the couch. 

“They hate you because they’re not you.” He responded matter of factly, brushing his hand over your hair as he pulled you down onto the couch beside him. “They’ll know what I’ve done, and they’ll know how lucky I am to have a wonderful woman that sticks beside me, even though I’m an idiot… I know I don’t deserve you… But I don’t want to live without you either.”

“Yah…” You muttered, sniffling softly and pulling back to look at him. “Wh-Who said I was still your wife? You’re an idiot… Choi San… And I don’t marry idiots…” You mumbled, turning your back to him to stare out the window. 

You felt the couch vibrate with his silent laughter, his arms snaking around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. “Well… Maybe you can give this idiot a chance… Just one? Just one chance to prove that he’s madly in love with you, and would do anything to keep you… Please.” His lips pressed against your neck, and you swore it felt like electricity coursing through your veins. 

“Such an idiot…” You grumbled, although you felt yourself instinctively leaning back against him until you were leaning once more against his chest, his arms still tightly surrounding you, and truthfully, in his arms was the only place you ever wanted to be. 

“Ah… but you’re also madly in love with this idiot… so let me help you out here.” His tone was lighter now, and you could still feel his body shaking with his laughter as he fumbled in his pockets. “My beautiful wife, your hand looked so empty without your rings… How could you possibly forget them in the restroom?” He teased, grabbing your hand and quickly slipping the band back onto your ring finger. “Much better… Right?” 

You turned your head to stick your tongue out at him, but his lips quickly crashed against yours and you hated how much you realized you needed him at that moment, how happy you were to finally have him back. You trusted him though, and as much as he had hurt you and humiliated you, you loved him. “Mm…” You hummed once he finally pulled back, holding your hand up to look at the rings that were finally back in their rightful spot. “Let’s go home… We have a lot of unpacking to do.” 

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Dating Headcanons - San

A/N: Got a request to do San as a boyfriend next. Again, starts with general fluffy thoughts, and a few smutty thoughts under the cut at the end.

Loves cuddles

The type to snuggle his face into you

Just a single touch from you can comfort him so much

When he goes on tour you would swap hoodies or pillows or something so that you can still feel close to each other

You'll know he's really serious about you when he trusts you enough to leave Shiber with you

When you initiate affection he's a giggly mess

Especially in the early days when he's still a little shy or flustered around you

Will mess around, acting really confident and flirty with you, but if you do it back he's all blushy and flustered

Gets a bit jealous if you hug someone else

Just stands there pouting until you notice and give him all the cuddles

Surprisingly good at listening when you need to vent

Pretty much ready to be whatever you need him to be

Loves being the big spoon and the little spoon depending on how your moods take you

Competitive and will turn mundane things into a game or competition with you to keep it interesting

Smutty Bit

Switch

Not one to lay back and let you do all the work

Even if you give him a blowjob or handjob, he is keen to return the favour

If you're on top, he still move his hips to meet your rhythm

Depending on the situation, can be giggly and silly or passionate and romantic

Drunk sex probably happens a lot, or at least tipsy sex

As someone who is a big fan of physical affection anyway, sex is one of his favourite ways to show his love

Likes to be holding hands, or pressing your bodies together for extra closeness

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