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last-words-ofashootingstar · 7 months

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Moll

❥ Choi San x fem reader

SPOOKTOBER SPECIAL

➯a/n: i've been watching waaaaay too much 1920s drama sooooooo (i went way overboard, i feel liek i wrote a movie)

✃ moll; a mobsters girl, circa 1920s

✫彡wordcount: 6.2k

(✯◡✯)(>ᴗ•)genre: 1920s mafia au, plot heavy smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: mentions of drugs, violence, threatening with a gun(safety was on lol), kidnapping, forced marriage, forced affection, stockholm syndrome, pregnancy, murder(not descriptive at all), NSFW; virginity loss, unprotected (NO DO THAT🫵🏻), possessiveness to the max, breeding kink

not proof read

✩ index: dope; drugs, specifically cocaine or heroin. bent; drunk. bump you off; murder. bearcat; a feisty woman. vamp; an aggressive flirt. flat-tire; a bore. punch the bag; talk. dame, doll, bunny, water-proof; a (attractive) woman. holding a torch; having a crush. get in a lather/ get lathered up; get worked up or angry. skin; condom. get a wiggle on; leave quickly.

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"Where's the money?"

"That's all of it! Please, Mister-"

The echoing slap across the room makes you cringe from your hiding place in the pantry. It's nothing new. Your family had been mixed up in all kinds of shenanigans and you had witnessed a great deal of them. But it always hurts when they come back to haunt you.

You cup your hand over your mouth to muffle your scared breath, trying desperately put your mind in a better place. Anywhere but here.

"I gave you more than enough time. Don't you think?"

"Nobodies buying, please Mr. Choi! You have to understand, I tried. I went from corner to corner to corner," your older brother pleads.

He isn't lying either. The drugs that the mafia had provided him to sell- well, they weren't selling. No body had the money. If they did, they only bought the smallest amount and resold it at a higher price.

It wasn't his fault the country was in a depression.

"It- I still have the dope stored away! Just in the back shed, you can have it back! May-maybe someone up North can have better lu-ah!"

A dull thud.

And another.

A crash. Your brothers body hitting the floor no doubt.

"You gon' tell me how to peddle my own product now? I don't think so! Are you bent? Huh?" His voice gets louder with each insult hurled at your brother. "You skim a little of the top, is that it? I oughta bump you off!"

You can't help the small gasp that exits your shaking lips, and you immediately recognize your mistake as it goes silent in the home. Only your brothers ragged breathing and the thrumming of your anxious heart reaching your ears.

"Mr. Ch-"

"Shut your kisser! Who's here with us?"

"N-Nobody! No! No, no, wait-"

Light floods the small room you've sought safety in, and that false sense of security shatters the second you see the man attached to the threatening voice.

He's a cop.

He's got a badge and a gun and authority. He's supposed to be someone safe. Instead, he's got knuckles blooded with your kin and a smirk on his stubbled face.

His wide shoulders block the light, casting his silhouette over you like a storm cloud.

You've cowered into the corner, skirt pulled over your trembling knees as you scoot further away. Wide eyes looking up at him, silently pleading.

"Why you hidin', vamp?"

"Please, Mr.Choi, she don't know from nothing!"

You glance past the man -Mr.Choi- 's neat slacks, and see your brothers face messed with blood, dripping onto the floor from his nose. He's pulling himself up slowly, kneeling on the hardwood.

"Get up," Mr.Choi nods his head at you, and you immediately follow his order, afraid to test his nerves further. "Help this goof up." You lower your head, slowly approaching the man who stays in the doorway. "Now, we ain't got all day!"

You rush past him and kneel, wrapping your arms under his and pulling him up with a grimace, "c'mon, Bub, get up."

The man watches you heave him up, leaning against the wall with his hand on his hip holster in case you decide to get brave. "Bub's done got you mixed up in something real risky, girl. What do you know?"

"Don't know nothin', Mister. Mind my own." You feign some semblance of calm. You lower your brother onto a chair, and he nearly falls onto the dinner table before you catch his head. "You had to knock him on the head?"

He chuckles, slowly stalking around the room, "don't get mouthy, Bearcat." He takes a seat at the head of the table, pointing to the chair opposite of him. "Sit."

You lower his dizzy head to rest on the table before taking the seat he pointed to, folding your hands in your lap and lowering your head. "I never touched your dope, I don't mess with that."

He slowly places his gun on the table, fingers lingering over it. He studies you- eyes never leaving. "How much of the beans has he spilled to you?"

"I don't know what you mean-"

"Oh, sure."

You look up, and you regret floods your veins. He's sizing you up. Face completely void of emotion. Shoulders slack and relaxed like he isn't ready to shoot you at a moments notice. "Punch the bag, now. Before I shoot off your Bubs knee cap." He cocks his gun.

"Okay! Okay, listen-" you gulp, looking back down, "all he's ever told me is that he gets some products and sells them, gives you the money and you give him a cut. That's it! That's all I know, really. Don't know where you get it or nothin'. I can keep my trap shut."

"You don't go to the corners with him?"

"Nev-"

"If I show your face at the station, nobody gonna recognize you?"

"No," you look up again, "everyone knows I'm a good girl, Officer."

He lets out an amused chuckle, rubbing his brow. "You tugging my leg?"

"No. I'm not a drug peddler. I'm a secretary. I volunteer at the soup kitchen. I babysit-"

Your anxious babbling to get yourself out of your brothers trouble is interrupted when Mr.Choi, suddenly behind you, grips the back of your neck and pushes your head to the table. Your eyes meet your brothers drowsy ones, tears quickly filling up in both. "Please, she's tellin' the truth! I ain't even tell her I was selling till you called last minute! She's innocent!"

"I don't like liars!" He shouts, making you jump under his harsh grip, "I asked you if we were alone the moment I walked in this dump! You're a little sneak, aye? How do I know you didn't hide her to gather intel on me? Get me fired and kicked out? Get yourself a little raise? How do I know she's even your sister? She could be a snake! Tell me the truth, now!"

The cool metal of his gun touches your temple, and the sobs you've been holding back fall out of your lips loudly. "Bub, tell him!"

"Tell me, Bub!" He mocks you, pressing the barrel deeper into the back of your head.

"That's the truth! I sell your dope by myself and she doesn't know nothing about it! Please, she's all I have!" He's growing more and more frantic, head heavy as he lifts it to look Mr.Choi in the eyes, "I'll find a way! I'll go up North myself, I-I'll take a dimebox to Iafeild o-or," he himself is crying now, watching helplessly as he tugs you out of your chair. "Please, she's all I have!"

He pushes you to the floor and watches you scramble, kicking your knees out from under you, albeit gently, it makes you fall face first. He lowers himself in a squat, watching you with a certain amusement you curl up on yourself. "Well why didn't you just say so!" He clips his gun back on his hip and smirks as you both let out a sigh of relief.

Mr.Choi doesn't leave just yet, however.

He straddles your back and flips you over, gripping your chin as it trembles. Pulls your face close to his and inspects you. Your tears wet his fingers. "Hmm, can't blame me for being suspicious. She's water-proof and you," he looks over at the table and chuckles, "well you're just a dog."

He stands and extends his hand for you, rolling his eyes as you ignore it. "Get up, Doll." He groans, pulling you to your feet, "go pack a bag."

"W-"

"She's not goin' with you," your brothers brief bravery is shut down the second the copper reaches for his gun again, "I- I mean why?"

"You," Mr.Choi points to him, "are gonna go to Iafeild and sell all of the shit I gave you like you should have done two months ago. And she," he wraps his arm around your shoulders with a cocky grin, "is gonna be your encouragement to get me my money. If you aren't back with all of it in... three weeks, say? Little sis' here is gonna take the big sleep." He ignores you as you cry harder, simply glaring at your brother. "Capiche?"

He nods frantically, looking away as you look to him with pleading eyes. There's nothing he can do. This is bigger than him. He's got messed up with the wrong crowds and now you have to pay the price as well.

"Put a pep in your step, clock starts tonight."

❦

He opens the car door, watching silently as you peek your head out before your body follows.

You clutch your bag close to your chest, still sniffling and sobbing quietly. Your kitten heels click on the cement, messed curls blowing with the October winds.

"Follow me," he guides you by the small of your back, shockingly gentle with your shaking form. "Don't pull any tricks, Doll." He leads you up the stairs of the secluded farm house, opening up the screen door and ushering you in.

"San, Finally!" A voice booms from inside the home, making you squeak. When you turn to go back out the door, you collide with Mr.Choi, who you gather must be San, 's chest. "Was starting to think- oh! Who's the dame?"

"This," he turns you by your shoulders and tilts your head up to face the man who's descending the stairs, "is Mr. (L/n)'s sister. She's staying for a bit while her brother sorts out some business upstate." You can almost feel his smirk in the way he speaks.

The other man, who's finally come face to face with you, seems a great deal less threatening than San.

"Tsk," he rolls his eyes at San, "sure thing, fella. You just went and found yourself a Moll."

"A Moll? Sure, she's cute but she seems a bit flat-tire, no? Not exactly the type of woman I go for."

"She's exactly the type you go for, you're trying to get her in the bag! Lost bunny is your type."

"Oh, take a hike, Hwa!"

You go back and forth looking at them in confusion as they bicker, hugging your bag to your chest tightly. You don't know what a 'Moll' is but you do know you don't want to be Mr. Chois. You simply tune them out and stare at the floor blanky, tears still flowing.

"If you're not holding a torch, why didn't you kill him like we planned?"

"Well-" His words die on his tongue as he looks over at you. You do look like a lost bunny. Making yourself small between them and letting your tears flow as a defense mechanism. He won't admit it, especially aloud. But you are exactly the woman he's been looking for. "Oh, hell," he pulls a blue handkerchief from his pocket and shoves it into your hand, "stop crying so much. Not gonna hurt you."

Very hard to believe after his threats, but you try your hardest to stop the onslaught of warm tears. You wipe your face with the fabric and sniffle quietly, coming back to your own body as Seonghwa extends his hand slowly.

"I'm Seonghwa, 'can call me Hwa if you like. I'll be lookin' after you when San here is busy. Let's get along well."

You shake his hand gently and croak out a simple, "(Y/n)."

❦

The rest of the day passed quickly, locked up in a bedroom while San and Hwa could still be heard downstairs, which only served to add to your anxieties. It felt as if at any second they would change their mind and come up to bump you off.

You busied yourself doing what San told you to before he locked the door behind him. 'Unpack and get cozy.' Though that latter wasn't as easy as hanging your few dresses in the oak closet and putting your hairbrush in the nightstand, awkwardly placing your products in the corner of the attached bathroom. Especially after you pieced things together.

There was an array of suits and slacks hanging in the closet. Shiny loafers on the floor. A clip of bullets in the nightstand. A roll of condoms. A stash of cash in a duffle bag on the hook behind the door. A pack of cigarettes and matches on the window sill. A bottle of cologne that smelled suspiciously like Mr. Chois car.

This was Sans room they had locked you in.

You had long took a seat on the windowsill and dangled your legs out of it, debating how badly it would hurt if you decided to fall and try to make a run for it. You came to the conclusion that it was useless. It took fourty minutes to get here from the city. The last home you passed being 20 of those away.

The lock on the door clinked loudly, and it opened slowly. You turned and looked over your shoulder, and it wasn't a surprise that San was the one you faced.

"Hungry, Doll?" He shuts the door with his foot as he carefully enters with a plate in hand. He doesn't seem alarmed by your hazardous seating choice, probably because he doesn't take you for a fool that will break their ankles trying to jump from the third story.

"No," you mutter, turning back around and facing the setting sun without another word or pleasantry his way.

"Don't let it get cold, I reheated it just for you."

"Too bad. Not hungry."

He comes behind you and rests his palms on either side of your hips, chest pressing to your back as he looks out at natures expanse. "Pretty, ain't it?"

When he doesn't get anything resembling a response, he tries again. "It's my own property. Worked in that barn everyday until I became a cop."

He's met with silence. "Plan to share it with my wife one day."

Nothing. "I know you think I'm a monster but I am just a man."

"A man who had a gun to my head..."

"A man who's just trying to survive a war and a pandemic. You'll get that one day. I don't mean no harm until harm comes for me."

A silence washes over you both for a moment.

"Will you shoot me if my brother doesn't sell all your dope?"

"No."

And again. His soft breath, your anxious ones.

"Then why am I here?"

It's his turn to be silent. He backs away from you and sits on the bed, watching you as you sit still like a statue. You watch the sun disappear like a motion picture of art. A certain peace overcoming you for the briefest moment.

"Because you will be that wife that I share with."

And peace shattered by Choi San once again.

You head snaps in his direction, falling back into the house from the windowsill with a thud. You both stare at one another. San stares with an unreadable expression. Yours of pure horror and confusion. "What?!"

"I'll drop business with your brother for good. Clear all his debt with the boys. Give him all of the cash he gets from this last... adventure. He'll be well off and so will you. I'll make a good, honest woman of you."

"Y-" Yours brain is officially thrown into a panic, an overdrive of emotions, and it all tumbles out before you can stop it. "You have to be off your rocker! You're insane! I already am a good, honest woman! Go chase yourself, I'm not marrying you- you- what? No! No!"

"You 'aven't got much choice in the matter, Doll. Don't get yourself in a lather."

"Don't get- oh, I am lathered up, Mr.Choi! I oughta smack some sense into you, demanding a girls hand in marriage like it's still 1890! It's nineteen-twen-"

He smacks the sense into you before you can to him.

"Oh God," you sob, holding your stinging cheek as tears build up in your waterline. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," you lower your head. Thinking, surely, you just dug your own grave. "Please-"

"This is exactly why I chose you," he crouches in-front of your crumpled form and tilts your head up, "a dame who appears like a lost bunny but has the soul of a beast."

You simply stare up at him, deathly afraid to move or speak in fear of letting your anger and sadness slip again.

"Got somethin' to say?"

You gulp before nodding your head in his hold.

"Go on."

"I don't w-want to marry a mobster... I don't want to be involved with dirty money! A corrupt copper..."

He chuckles softly, rubbing his thumb over your untainted cheek. "You should be thanking me, Doll... That dirty money? Been putting a roof over your head for three years. Corrupt copper? Well, he even had the decency to have the safety on his gun while pointing it at your pretty head. Mobster? Willing to put a ring on your finger and give you a nice home."

The tears start free falling as your situation fully sinks in. There really is no way out. You'll end up in the ground if you don't let him put a ring on it.

"So, I'll say it again," he grips the back of your neck, squeezing ever so slightly, "you should be thankin' me."

"T-thank you."

"Attagirl," he lets go of you completely, letting you fall back to the floor, "now eat."

❦

He let you be that night, and you didn't see him the next morning either. It was Seonghwa who came to the door, and you didn't know if you should feel relieved or not.

"Hey, Miss," He spoke softly, staying just outside of the doorway. "I heard what happened... I'm sorry."

He seemed genuine enough. You sat down your hairbrush and turned on the small stool. Your eyes puffy and red from the lifetimes worth of crying you did last night.

"Uhm, so San wants us to go to town and pick out some fabrics for your weddin' gown. If you aren't up for it, I can pick them out myself."

"Will he be going with us?"

"No, just you and I."

You were sick and tired of smelling San every time you tried to take a deep breath, and that's how you ended up here.

It's less overwhelming than being in that farmhouse that seems to be your prison for now and for forever to come. But overwhelming nonetheless.

Hwa is talkative. But you don't mind. He treats you well. Like an equal. He doesn't talk down to you like many men do. And that, you very much appreciate.

He tells you of how he feels it's unfair you have no saying in your future, his heart is heavy with sadness that he cannot help you. And he tells that to your face. He will not help you. He is loyal to San. But that doesn't mean you can't be friends.

You seem to share life stories with one another the entire car ride there. And then he already feels like an old friend as he holds up fabrics to your skin to see which compliments you best. You, admittedly, aren't as into it as he is. As much as a bride should be. But then, how could you when you were picking things out for the day that would solidify your future with a mobster?

You both settle on one that, you will admit, made your heart flutter when you imagined yourself in. And then you're on your way, but Seonghwa stops the vehicle halfway through town.

"What are we doing?" You look out of the window and your heart stops in your chest as you see that he's parked infront of the police station. "No, Hwa! You promised I wouldn't have to see him."

"I'm sorry, Miss (Y/n)... he said he wanted to see what you picked afterwards. It will be quick."

You take a few deep breaths without San's cologne smothering you, then you swing the door open and follow after Hwa.

Sans broad shoulders aren't hard to pinpoint in the semi-packed station. "Ah, my beautiful fiancée!" He perks up immediately as he spots you and his friend.

What he does next absolutely floors you.

He cups both of your cheeks, and kisses you deeply. Right out in the open. Hot lips on yours.

You grip his wrists, face flushed with heat as he pulls away, bending down slightly to rest his forehead on yours. "Did you pick a pretty fabric for our special day?"

The look in his eyes seems almost innocent from far away. He's already got everyone in the room convinced that you're a willing participant of this relationship. But you, up close and personal, can see the glint of silent threats in his eyes- telling you to keep up the act or face the consequences.

"Uhm, uh-huh," you move slight to the side and look to Hwa, who's head is down slightly for a spilt second before he smiles at you and San and holds out the roll of fabric.

"Oh, Doll, what a good choice! No doubt you will look jaw-dropping," he runs his fingers over the fabric, imaging the pure beauty that you will be. "You'll make it extra good, right, Hwa? Only the best for my girl."

" 'Course, San. We're gonna work on some sketches when we get home." His smile is genuine, like he looks forward to it.

"Officer Choi! Hate to interrupt but we got a hold-em-up at the bank," another officer passes in a hurry, stopping briefly to congratulate you both.

"Ah," he clicks his tongue, rubbing his hands on your side gently, "wish me luck?"

"Good luck..." He looks like he's waiting for more. You gulp and force a smile, almost gagging on the words you conjure up, "good luck, Baby."

❦

The days after that first one passed almost like groundhog day. You awoke with San nearly laid ontop of you. Bathed and made breakfast. Worked with Hwa on your gown until it was completed. Walked around the farm and conversed with the farm-hand. Cooked and had a semi-awkward dinner with the three of them. Talked and became closer with San, slowly becoming happier with your situation.

And then all too suddenly...

It's two days short of three weeks since you've been 'brought home', as San likes to say. Which means one very big thing.

You are to be married.

It's a small affair, but beautiful nonetheless.

You can quickly tell that only one side of San's life is invited. There is not a badge to be seen as you peer out of the window, only gangster after gangster taking their seat.

Hwa finishes buttoning up your gown and steps back, smiling at you like a proud family member. "Ready, Miss?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Hwa walks you down the aisle.

And then it's a blur.

How did your get back in your bedroom? Was the ceremony already over?

It seems to have happened in a flash.

You stand infront of the window again. All of the guests have either left or have taken up in one of the many guest rooms in the home. San no doubt offered them up so that he could have witness to what was about to happen.

Your wedding night. Oh, how special and magical a day.

San slides his hands up your back, landing on your tall collar and skillfully unbuttoning it. Slowly, almost teasingly. His words send a shiver down your spine, they set your hairs on edge: "you are so beautiful, my Dear... it took everything in me not to take you right there in the aisle. I've never wanted anyone, or anything, as badly as I want you."

Your breath hitches in your throat as his soft lips come in contact with your now exposed neck. It not the first time he's left adoring kisses on your body. But somehow it feels different as husband and wife. "San..."

"Yes, Doll?"

"I... I'm a virgin."

"I know, Doll. Tell me to stop and I shall, but... I want to make you feel good like only a husband can. I want to show you my love in physical form." His hands slide into the now open back of your dress, around to your breasts. "Only I can touch you. Only you can touch me. Do you understand that?"

A breathless 'yes' trembles out of your lips as he cups your bosom. The little moan that follows has his hard member throbbing, so ready to finally claim you. He presses it to the round of your ass, and you have to hold back a gasp, simply letting your mouth gape as you look out at the dark night sky. But when his calloused finger tips roll over your hardened nipples, you can't bite back the curse of pleasure that bubbles in your throat.

"Oh, you poor bunny," he whispers in your ear, "you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." The warmth of him slowly dissipates, and the tell-tale sound of the stool in the room dragging on the floor makes you turn around. "Drop your gown, let me see my wife in her full glory."

Heat burns on your cheeks, of embarrassment or arousal you can't quite tell at the moment. He's shed his fanciest uniform jacket and is now working on his button up, his cock straining against his slacks.

"You ever seen a man's prick?" He smirks as he catches you staring. Your eyes don't leave his lap as you take off your white kitten heels. That is, until he calls you out.

"No," your eyes drop to the ground as you neatly arrange your shoes, "never..."

"Mine will be the first? Mm, first and only," he half hazardly tosses his shirt, leaving his chest bare. Scars and toned muscle on full display for you. "Catch up, Dollface."

You step out of your gown carefully, holding it to your chest to hide yourself. "What if I'm not... pretty enough?"

"Oh, my wife can't possibly disappoint. I've seen that silhouette while you shower." He tilts his head and smiles, a soft smile. "You'll be my first as well."

You swear your eyes have bugged out of your head the way he chuckles at your expression. "Really?"

He stands, gently unraveling your fingers tight grip on the white fabrics. "Really, and I don't want to wait any longer. I want it to be with you. It will be with you." You let him take the fabric, and he drapes it on the stool carefully without ever taking his eyes off of you.

"W-what about the skins in our drawer?"

"So I don't make a mess while I fuck myself thinking about all of the dirty things I want to do with my wife."

"Oh-" You swear you're running a fever. You've never felt this way before- but then, you imagine you'll be feeling many firsts tonight.

"Would you like to hear about them?" He grins, his signature shit-eating-grin, as he guides your hands to his belt. You fiddle with it with a small nod, slowly pulling it off of him as he speaks. "I've got you laid down on our bed, legs spread..." You unbutton his slacks. "Touching, exploring what's mine." His zipper is undone next. "I take my time, make you nice and wet." His bottoms are gone. "I hold your hands." His boxers go after them. "And then I fuck you on my cock."

And he did exactly that. That's how you got here.

Hours of teasing later, his member is finally buried inside of you, stretching you like your fingers never could. He interlocks his fingers with yours as his hips withdrawn. Squeezes your hands tightly as he slowly sinks back in.

"Oh God," you whisper, heels digging into the mattress as you arch beneath his built frame, "ah, Sannie."

His hips stutter, mind overheating as the nickname reaches him. You feel... oh, you feel amazing. Like heaven on Earth. Your gummy, warm walls suck him in, so wet and inviting. He wants to bury himself in your cunt and never leave. "Fuck, Bunny, you feel fucking godly."

Only a moan is his response, your head tossed to the side in embarrassment. "D-don't stop," you pant, squeezing his hands tighter as you gather the courage to- "please go faster." Oh, nevermind. Your mind has left and only your pussy's logic remains. And it's logic is- "Sannie, faster!"

His thick, veiny shaft feels otherworldly as it drags against you. You need more. And he is happy to oblige. He quickens his pace, keeping his strokes languid and tender so as not to hurt you. But by God, he goes faster.

"Ah! Ah, my God!" You cry into the night, uncaring as your pleasure echoes in the houses thin walls.

Your noises, your facial expressions, your divine warmth around him. San feels that familiar coil tighten quickly, winding up. "Fuck, (Y/n), I'm gonna bust," he bites his lip, a loud moan vibrating his chest.

"C-close, I'm close, Sannie," you squeeze his fingers in yours, looking up beggingly, "please don't stop, ah- ah! Just like that! Nngh!" Your eyes roll back into your head, cunt clenching down on him like a vice, a gush of heat tells him you've just came around him, so he no longer holds back.

He hooks one of his legs around yours and pushes himself deeper than before, making you yell out in overstimulated ecstasy. And that primal yelp as he buries himself as deep as possible sends him over the edge, coil in his gut not only snapping- but burning to ash as he fills your womb with his release. "Fuck, fuck," he whines, rutting into you unable to move as your core clenches more than ever, refusing to let him go. "Mine," he growls out, leaning down and colliding his lips with yours passionately.

Your body goes limp beneath him, your soft breaths fanning against his sweaty face as he pulls away from the kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly and your jelly like arms wrap around his broad shoulders. "Mine, all fuckin' mine," he lowers his weight onto you slowly, and it makes his hard cock feel heavier than before. He ignores your whiny moans, resting his head on your chest. "My wife, filled with my seed. Mine, mine, mine," with each of his possessive proclamations comes a thrust of his hips. "Say it, say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you whimper under his weight, blissed out beyond belief and in shock that -despite having filled you less than five minutes ago- he is already rock hard again and thrusting into you, slowly building his speed back up.

"Louder," he demands, head pressed firmly to your chest and listening intently to your drumming heart beat.

"I'm yours," you speak more confidently.

"Louder," his pace has passed where you reached before, he's nearly drilling you with his cock.

"Ah! Fuck!" You screech, nails digging into his skin, legs wrapping around his wildly thrusting hips instinctively.

"Say it," his voice rumbles on your chest, sending vibrations through you as his thrust shake the bed, "fucking say it, tell everyone who you belong to."

"I'm yours, San! Oh! San! Sannie! Baby!" Your brain has shut down, you're putty in his arms, babbling loudly. "Cumming!" You can't help but announce it to the farm, your pleasure has set you ablaze and everything is pointless besides San.

He follows shortly after, his second release flooding your stretched walls and pushing his first out, making a mess of your sheets and pelvises.

When he doesn't show any sign of slowing, you slap his shoulders repeatedly and let out a loud whine. He stills deep inside of you and pants into your chest, cock still throbbing inside of you.

He's become insatiable.

"Break, please," you slur, hands finding purchase in his disheveled hair. He melts into the drunken affection, eyes peering up at you with love and adoration... obsession in the comfort of your own home.

He slowly pulls out of you, watching in awe as the pearly white of his love seeps out of you. He rubs your thighs in a soothing manner, taking a moment to catch his own breath.

"D...do you feel good?" He looks up, almost like a lost puppy. You've never seen him so vulnerable.

"God, yes," you smile at him dopily, propping yourself up on your elbows with a groan. He sits back, immediately locking his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. His scent blankets you, and you welcome it. Taking a deep breath.

His member is messy with a mix of your juices, resting against your lower belly like it knows that's where it belongs. Showing you both how deep he reaches.

The sight alone lights the fire in you again, now just as insatiable as he is.

"I love you." The words that slip past your swollen lips shock the both of you, eyes meeting in an instant.

The crickets outside chirp their song, stars and moon casting light through the window. A shooting star flies by.

"I love you."

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There's a knock at the door. Strange. Anyone who needs in can get in. You trot down the stairs and stop halfway as your eyes meet your brothers through the screen door. "Bub?" You nearly trip over your feet as you jump down the rest of the steps, slinging the door open and wrapping your arms around him tightly. It been long past those three weeks San have him. Almost a year past.

"Bub! Bubby!" He spins you around in his arms, nearly falling off of the porch.

"Oh, thank God! You're alive!" Both of you have wide smiles, blissfully unaware as San turns the corner in his farming overalls. "Let's get a wiggle on, before Mr.Choi knows I'm here." San stops in his tracks, eyes trained on you.

"Oh... Bub."

"Let's get, c'mon." He goes to drag you by your arm to the awaiting car.

"Stop! I'm not going with you."

A smirk grows on Sans as a frown grows on your brothers. "N-not going? Don't be silly!"

"Let go of me," you slap his hand away and when your hand falls back to your side, that's when he sees it.

Your belly. Swollen with child.

"(Y/n)..."

You wrap your hands around your stomach protectively as his concerned look turns to a glare. "D-did he rape you? Dear Lord," his hand flies to his mouth in shock.

"What!? No, no, nothing of the sort. San and-"

"Hurry, before he gets back."

"Before who gets back?" San grins wide as he joins your side, wrapping his arm around you and purposefully showing off the ring on his finger. "Long time, no see... Bub."

His face so that of a ghost, backing away until he hits Hwa, who forces him to kneel.

"You really left your poor helpless sister for dead?" The words that San speaks knocks the reality back into you. He did leave you. You'd been so happy with your new life that you'd forgotten entirely about what lead up to it. "I doubt you've even got my cash, huh?"

"Mister, please! Surely you've forgiven me?"

"I don't hold grudges... my wife is a different story, however." He turns to you with an innocent smile. "Honey?"

"Sissy... Tell me you didn't."

"I did." You dead pan. "You left me!" You land a slap harshly across his cheek. "Bastard!"

"Alright, Miss, don't put too much stress on the baby-" Hwa tries to calm you, but you've already gone off the deep end after being reminded of your life before San.

"I hate you!! You left me all alone! You threw me to the wolves! Where were you?!"

"Sis, just- just come home, you aren't thinking straight."

The cicada chirp loudly, nearly drowning out your next words.

"This is home. This is all I have. This is all I want."

"Sis, what has he-" Tears are welling up in your brothers eyes. And it pisses you off.

"I hate you! I never want to see you again, I hate your coward guts!"

San squeezes your shoulder gently and it brings you back to reality. Your brother is shaking as all of the realizations come crashing down on him. Hwa knows what's about to happen, he and San have talked about it a million times. He takes the gun from his belt and hands it over.

"My Moll has spoken."

Bang.

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#ateez #ateez smut #ateez au #ateez fic #choi san smau #choi san x reader #choi san #choi san smut #smut fic

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lololololchips · 2 months

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could do some ateez ot8 boyfriend texts?? thank you so much 🩷🩷

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OMGGGG!!!!

finally it’s time for my babies hehe here you go:))

boyfriend texts w/ || ATEEZ

genre: fake texts, one shot au, fluff, idol!bf

warnings: kys jokes, cursing, fem pronouns, nsfw

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roomsofangel · 4 months

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. . SO IT GOES !

if you asked choi san, his soulmate was absolutely crazy — who the hell eats sardines at three in the morning? not only that, but why was his pizza missing?

if you asked y/n l/n, she was just really hungry.

pairing dancer!san x barista!fem!reader

genre/tags social media au, written, humor/crack, fluff, angst, suggestive, slow burn (kinda, depending on how you see it), college / soulmate au

warnings timestamps/sm numbers + hair colors dont mean anything, but my raging perfectionism tries to make it coherent and matchy. a lot of swearing because im incapable of writing anything that doesn’t involve my sailor mouth. mentions of unhealthy eating/overall serious topics. questionable humor. cyber bullying. sexism/slutshaming. mental illness/anxiety. a lot of dishonesty on san’s end since he isn’t ready for a soulmate. mentions of alcohol/drugs. y/n had a tough childhood that will be mentioned in brief passing but all chapters will have a more thorough warnings if needed — please let me know if i missed something!

notes the taglist is open! & y/n does have a specific faceclaim for pictures, but i try to use a variety!

featuring ateez, a few ocs for y/n’s friends, kang taehyun & choi yeonjun (txt), lee felix (stray kids), shin ryujin (itzy)

status ongoing

elf practice | dysFUNctional family | priv accounts

(quality possibly will suck until chapter twelve! apologies! i moved over this fic from @solenthill to this account and didnt realize how bad the quality was</3)

. . # chapters !

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 11 months

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Reacting to best friend!San's thirst traps

Warnings : swearing, suggestive af

A/N : This man. Just. This man. Enough said. I don't think anything else needs to be said.

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

Part 1

@mxnsxngie @maeleelee @lethallyprotected @eastleighsblog @abbiestearsricochet @berryblog @th3melthatfell @weird-bookworm @randomwimp @dreamingaboutjisung @the-lemon-boy @choisoorin @minhoino @retromalum @junebug032 @comingupwithacoolnameishard

#ateez imagine #ateez x reader #ateez au #ateez smau #ateez fake texts #ateez #choi san imagine #choi san x reader #choi san au #choi san smau #choi san fake texts #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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moanz111 · 11 months

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✩°⋆｡ system error ⋆｡°✩

synopsis ✧ you've always dreamt of having your fantasy-like love story. naturally, hearing the sweet melodic ring of your love alarm was what you wanted the most, right? until it actually happened. four times.

pairing ✧ uni student! choi san x fem! uni student! reader

featuring ✧ ateez; huening kai, choi yeonjun, choi beomgyu (txt); huh yunjin (le sserafim); i.n (stray kids) + other side characters who appear sometimes or are mentioned

genre ✧ smau + some written chapters, university au, soulmates au, humour/crack, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, enemies (???) to friends to lovers

warnings ✧ occasional swearing, mentions of parties/alcohol, lots of teasing between beomgyu and reader as a love language, questionable jokes, small age gaps + english is not my native language so there might be some mistakes!

any other warnings will be put in each chapter! please tell me if i've missed something! ♡

start date ✧ 5.06.2023 ♡

end date ✧ tba

status ✧ ongoing, updates will resume soon

notes ✧ hi everyone! i'm very excited (and nervous) to post my very first work here! i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoy writing it! lmk if you want to be added to the taglist! can't wait to start this journey with all of you! ♡

credits for all the used graphics belong to their rightful owners!

chapter list ✧

profiles - lo$ers, teezers, more side characters

ch 1 - would you still love me if i was a worm?

ch 2 - drunk tutor meeting

ch 3 - lost in the lights - written

ch 4 - message not delivered.

ch 5 - that's what she said

ch 6 - a pathological liar

ch 7 - family activities

ch 8 - stare back

ch 9 - a shift in the universe

ch 10 - that's my other bro

ch 11 - i stayed loyal

ch 12 - my ears are burning

ch 13 - character development

ch 14 - just be more confident

ch 15 - what rhymes with loser?

ch 16 - lover boy

ch 17 - what's going on in the universe

system error, © moanz111

please do not modify, copy, repost, or translate.

#✩°⋆｡ system error smau #ateez smau #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fake texts #ateez fanfic #choi san smau #san x reader #ateez social media au #ateez fic #ateez x you

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sanjoongie · 6 months

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Fanboys

❧Synopsis: As an idol, you make a fake twitter account, posing as "Mingi" and become friends with your fans

❧Starring: Fan Artist! Hongjoong, Fanfic Writer! Wooyoung, Fanboy! San, Idol Member! Reader

❧Genre/Au: Crack, idol reader! x non idol members au

❧Rating: 18+ MDNI

❧Warnings: hj does both sfw and nsfw fanart (twitter posts about said nsfw fanart), wy is a straight up smut writer ((ie wooyoung talking about his scenarios)), san's just along for the ride, hair kink?!

❧A/N: i had this idea and did the work of making these, so instead of sitting in my drafts, I thought i'd publish this! Enjoy me trying to write a smau lmao

Part Two here

Special idol!you tag: @smallfrye

Taglist: @hijirikaww @flurrys-creativity @starlitmark @stardragongalaxy @k-pop-ology @mingsolo @pyeonghongrie

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #wips graveyard #ateez smau #topaz's work #ღatz #choi san smau #kim hongjoong smau #jung wooyoung smau #petition for me to write wooyoungs smut that he writes #petition for me to describe some hot hot hj fanart #fanboys smau

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adoringsan · 2 months

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- ,, NEW WORLD ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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Princess y/n’s father was keeping something from her for a while, she could tell. What y/n wasn’t expecting when the King finally sat her down to reveal the big secret, is that she now has a boyfriend for the media. Enter kpop idol Choi San, y/n’s alleged boyfriend.

‘Who the hell is Choi San? Because he’s just signed a death sentence.’

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Ateez royalty/idol smau —

Pairing — Idol! Choi San x Princess! y/n

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Start date 17 feb 2024

Genre — smau (featuring some written chapters ! fluff ! crack ! angst ! smut (will be marked with an m for mature)

Note — This is my first piece on here! This is completely FICTIONAL, no aspect of this au is true to the idols featuring. Hair colours and timestamps are inaccurate unless stated. There will be mentions of alcohol, mental health and sexual topics. All interactions are so appreciated as I just started this account! Feel free to send me asks too <;3

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CHARACTER PROFILES — 2 parents, 6 gremlins princess chanhee and his bitches

CHAPTERS —

- 1

- 2

- 3

- 4

- 5

- 6

- 7

- 8

- 9

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rikibun · 9 months

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- {☁️} EVERLASTING

★ ・ release date ・ ➜ 08/03/23

★ ・ completed date ・ ➜ 08/12/23

★ ・ pairing・ ➜ ex summer fling boyfriend san x fem teen mom reader・ synopsis・ ➜ jungwon was used to the teasing jokes his baby sister and friends made about him not meeting his dad, but after a joke from one of his friends, he sets out to find the man・warnings ・ ➜ ・ teen pregnancy, reader and san are 35, san is an absent father (not on purpose), profanity, kys jokes & hyein’s father is a dick・featuring・ ➜ enhypen maknaes + sunghoon, danielle, hanni, and hyein from new jeans, yunjin from le sserafim, some ateez members, choi yena

・ authors note ・ ➜ please do NOT SPAM LIKE, you will be blocked after two warnings because it causes me to be shadowbanned, i made this account because i was shadowbanned on a previous one

chapters

one- subway 😋

two-what the fuck

three- gertrude

four- angsty mom

five- rofl

six- hyein spice

seven- user parkhoon

eight- reminisce

nine- twins

ten- jelly fish sting

eleven- world stop

twelve- in contact

thirteen- grrr

fourteen- always

fifteen- epilogue

BONUS CHAPTERS

★ ・ taglist ・ ➜ (closed) @axo-l0tl @ssanshine @huachengsbestie01 @deadgirlwalking3 @stopeatread @atinytinaa @cookiechristie @yyxy27

#-{☁️} everlasting masterlist #choi san #ateez texts #ateez smau #choi san smau #choi san fluff #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #k-pop smau #choi san x reader #ateez san #ateez choi san #ateez #ateez choi san x reader #atz smau #choi san au

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gyusbambi · 6 months

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cupid‘s mistake; choi san (episode 1)

where the school‘s mysterious culprit gets blackmailed by you and decides that playing cupid between you and his best friend is the only way to save himself from being exposed

genre: san x reader, bad boy!san, quiet!reader, humour, fluff, little angst, high school au, partly seonghwa x reader

is it true that bizarre moments always approach you when you least expect them?

just when you start to accept your lifeless existence and happen to adjust to it, something unimaginable comes to meet you. it's like you find yourself in the wrong movie, it's like you're trapped in the protagonist’s body.

therefore, yes, it is true that things always happen when they're least expected.

it doesn't seem easy to summarize the situation you find yourself in, as you can't even think of your next move, standing in the empty hallways of your high school, the sun about to set, making the reflections of orange tones visible on the windows.

however, the beautiful sunset is certainly not the only fascinating thing at that moment. in fact, it's the tall, dark dressed figure jumping inside the corridor through the same window. it doesn’t take you long to recognize that the person must be a boy. his mask and baseball cap make it impossible for you to figure out the identity of this mysterious person, instead you feel the panic inside your arise. as he lands on his feet and shakes the dust off his clothes, he instantly checks his surroundings, making you take a few steps back, hiding behind a big wall.

you feel your shoulders tighten and your heart beat a little faster, whereas your feet seem to be glued to the exact same spot, your nervousness preventing you from running away. your clammy hands tighten around your books, which are pressed against your chest.

nervously glancing from behind the wall, you think of possible ways to escape this situation. however, your brain seems to stop functioning the moment the mysterious person pulls down his mask under his chin. still not noticing your presence, the boy has no idea that he exposed his whole identity by making his face very visible.

it’s him.

of course it’s him!

the most popular boy at your high school. always up to something, always doing the most unexpected. girls love him, while guys envy him. he appears cold, arrogant and very much pretentious.

it’s choi san.

way too taken aback by him, you fail notice that your eyes widen and more importantly, you miss the second he finally looks up, only to meet your surprised eyes in a matter of seconds.

so frightened that you fail to think clearly, you don’t know which one of you looks more like a deer in headlights.

in fact, san appears so shocked, that he doesn’t move for a moment, his feet glued on the same spot. all he can do is frown, which makes him look even scarier than he already is, causing your heart to almost drop.

an out-stander would find this scene painfully awkward, as there is no sound but complete silence, two students, who are exactly the opposite by the way, standing in an empty corridor and staring at each other as if the opposite was a creature from a different world.

you’re unaware of how much time it finally takes you to make a move but you blink frequently, eyes leaving his intimidating ones only to glance around the hallway, not focusing on any specific. trembling arms pressing your books even tighter to your chest you gulp and quickly look at him one last time, before you turn around in actual slow motion, and start walking away. you figure that if you walk away as if nothing happened, he wouldn’t say or do anything, right?

unfortunately, you are very wrong.

“yah!”

as soon as you hear san’s deep voice demanding you to stop, you sprint off. you’re in such a hurry and panic that you can’t think of a possible exit out of this school. therefore, you run the fastest you’ve ever ran, without daring to look back even once.

“hey!“

when you hear the boy shouting for the second time, adrenaline courses through your veins while you quicken your pace, your steps pounding in time with your heartbeat. mind frantic with thoughts, you don’t dare to stop.

not until the sound of a very familiar voice is to be heard at the end of the corridor, which makes you freeze on spot immediately.

“no, wooyoung. i told you that i can’t come to yunho’s party today.”

suddenly you feel your chaser’s body bump into you forcefully. therefore you stumble a few steps forward, your shoulder aching from the sudden pain.

turning around in order to hiss at the boy who was chasing you just a few moments ago, you’re instantly pushed against the nearest wall before you can even open your mouth.

it feels extremely strange when you realize that it’s choi san, who’s trapping you between his body and the wall behind you, eyes carefully checking behind the wall, hiding from that familiar someone.

in fact, you recognize the owner of the voice immediately. how can you not? who else has a so deep yet calming voice, so beautiful and curing? it’s the person you think of night and day, that someone you can’t take your eyes off.

park seonghwa.

the boy of everyone’s dreams. the class president, star soccer player, the singer with the most beautiful voice, the most hard-working and intelligent student in your high school.

but is he aware of your existence?

probably not.

therefore, you like to label yourself as a hopeless romantic.

suddenly your thoughts get interrupted when the boy in front of you grips your shoulder, moving his body closer to yours.

you open your mouth to complain about the intense closeness, but it gets closed shut by san’s hand instantly, his dark glare now focused on you as he hisses, indicating you to be quiet.

gulping, you stare into his eyes with confused ones as his hand still covers your mouth, his other pressed against the wall behind you, making it impossible for you to escape.

when san’s eyes finally meet yours, he’s surprised by the small distance between you too. for some reason he can’t bring himself to look away from your eyes, as he should since his best friend seonghwa still seems to stand on the other side of the wall.

quite the opposite, the culprit is astonished by your deep brown eyes, which give away your nervousness. something about you causes him to continue staring into your soul, as if his look was trying to dive into your deep orbs.

seconds suddenly feel like hours, and once seonghwa seems to have left the area you find yourself in, you thank god for coming to your senses.

it only takes you a few moments to remain yourself before you push his strong upper body away from yours, the suddenness of your actions preventing san to act on time.

the last thing you hear is an annoyed scoff from the previous boy, after you run for your life, towards the school’s exit.

the happenings from the previous day don't seem to leave your mind, leaving you stressed out and frustrated the whole day. in fact, all you received from your family members were judging looks due to your relatively weird behavior. what were you supposed to tell them anyways? that you caught a student breaking into your school and got chased right after?

hell no.

therefore, you can imagine how painfully stressful the next school day is for you. checking the corridors carefully before walking to your locker, making sure to cover your face as much as possible when making your way to next class, trying not to draw any attention to yourself.

proudly, you can say that you‘ve been surviving the day very well. besides that, you‘re glad that there was no sight of choi san, who would probably scare the living shit ouf of you by glaring at you with those dark eyes. admittedly, you are intimidated by him, you‘re sure that he‘s already prepared a plan to kick you out of this school so that you don't even have a chance to expose him.

and trust me, you haven‘t had one single thought about exposing him.

not until last period.

of course a third person has to be part of this whole dilemma. and who else could it be if not seonghwa? he's accused of being the school‘s culprit since he's been missing a few classes for the past weeks.

firstly, how could someone ever accuse him of doing such awful things? seonghwa is known for being the school‘s it-boy, everybody is astonished by his incredibly high kindness and politeness.

secondly, you are definitely not planning on letting seonghwa face the consequences for something he hasn‘t done, especially since you are considered a witness, it would be nothing but unfair to stay quiet in this matter.

that being said, you take all of your courage and decide to tell everything you‘ve witnessed from the day before.

on your way to the principal‘s office, you prepare everything you‘re going to tell. but of course, it can‘t be that easy. nothing has ever been easy.

because right when you think you can finally let it all out and free seonghwa from being possibly expelled, you spot the familiar face in front of the office. arms crossed over his chest, the same scary stare on his face, san stands only a few steps away from you. however, that mean look changes into a smug one as soon as he notices your taken-back expression.

he puts his hands into his pockets as he comes even closer, his lips forming a small amused grin.

“here you are! it‘s so nice to see you again.“

his voice is deep as he speaks in a sarcastic tone,

“you don‘t look so happy to see me. you‘re not here to expose me, right?“

“that‘s exactly why i‘m here.“

choi san is indeed taken aback by your unexpected statement. usually people are way too intimidated by him to talk back. especially you! the school’s unknown loser.

“i would reconsider that.“

slowly regretting your actions more and more, you frown when san’s smug expressions change to serious. it makes you more than just frightened.

“how about we make a deal?“

“deal?“

suddenly your voice doesn’t sound as steady and confident as before, but it becomes weak and quiet, like a scared kid in the dark. when he takes too long to reply however, fiddling with something in his backpack, you get impatient and speak up,

“how can you be okay with someone taking the consequences of your actions? especially wh–”

“interesting diary, not gonna lie. all the little doodles and stuff. you‘re really down for him, aren‘t you?“

no way.

there is no way.

no way choi san just pulled a strawberry pink notebook out of his black backpack, stickers and doodles decorating the cover of the way too familiar diary.

your diary.

to say you‘re surprised would be an understatement. shocked? anxious? terrified?

to be truthful, you don‘t think there is any adjective that could explain the way you feel right now.

“where did you…“

san doesn‘t fail to notice how you are internally malfunctioning, as you can‘t bring yourself to finish your sentence. when he realises that you won‘t speak after trailing off, he decides to continue his awful teasing.

“hm? oh, on our tag game yesterday. you run pretty fast for someone who–”

”give me that.“

you quickly reach for your notebook in order to snatch it out of his hands, but of course san reacts just as fast, taking a few steps back and raising his arm, which causes a few students to look your way.

”not so fast, trackstar. we said we had a deal, right?

”there is no deal. give me that back.“

”gladly! but i actually have all the pages copied as files on my laptop. so it doesn‘t really matter if you–“

you think you interrupt him for the 1000th time today, but this time it‘s reasonable. because he is crazy.

“you what?!“

”yes, i saved them. they were too good to be ignored, don‘t you think? especially the little cupids.”

“this is illegal. you can‘t do this!“

do you really think he cares it‘s illegal after doing all of that yesterday? oh come on, y/n.

”too bad you can‘t do anything against it. unless you want everyone to know about it, then it‘s fine.“

when you see his stupid annoying smile forming on his face, you wish to punch it away so hard that he woudn‘t be able to smile for the rest of his life. realising that it must have taken him hours to scan all of those pages, you‘re convinced that choi san is an absolute maniac.

shouldn‘t you have realised that on your first encounter with him? the next person you‘re annoyed at is yourself, for being on the crime scene yesterday when you could have just enjoyed your day.

but now it seems like you‘re not gonna be able to enjoy your next months.

”you‘re greedy, aren‘t you?“

when you give him a questioning look, he has to clear his throat. it‘s scary how such a normal looking person can give such intimidating looks.

”if that‘s not enough for you to keep your mouth shut, i will help you.“

”help me with what? digging your grave?“

san is amused when he lets out a laugh before taking a step closer to you, answering quietly:

“i‘ll set you up with seonghwa.“

errr,,, hi guys haha. it‘s been so long.

ALSO i haven‘t read it yet, i‘m gonna read it tomorrow and correct errors since i‘m so damn tired right now okay good night babies.

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etrnlsanshine · 2 years

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click here for stray kids!smau series

click here for tomorrow x together!smau series

click here for general ateez fic recs!

a collection of ateez!smau series that i have read, am currently reading or want to read (so I don't lose track)!!

feel free to send an ask or a message about any atz social media au's that you have read and enjoyed, doesn't matter which member bc at this point I'll read any and all of them bc I am obsessed... enjoy <3

fyi chapter mentions are for me to keep track bc i’m not on any taglists!!

♡ -> personal favorites!!

ot8/multiple membera

tongue tied (on hiatus??) ♡ ch 14

hooked (completed)

sweet november (on hiatus??) ch 22

milky way (completed)

always him (ongoing) ch 44

jung wooyoung

time of love (completed) ♡

cold brew (completed) ♡

daily dm (completed) ♡

dream chase (completed)

secretly yours (completed)

cache (completed)

someone like you (ongoing) ch 20

choi san

time of love (completed) ♡

mocha (completed) ♡

heartbreakers club (completed)

can’t you see (on hiatus???)

caught up (on hiatus) ch 7

odd eye (completed)

i can’t believe it’s you (completed)

wingin’ it (completed)

serendipity (completed) ♡

ignominy (completed)

so it goes (ongoing) ch 11

system error (ongoing) ch 14

park seonghwa

iced americano (completed) ♡

sans (completed) ♡

sugar honey ice & tea (completed) ♡

a classic trope (completed)

the kiss thief (completed) ♡

just say hi (completed)

song mingi

iced tea (completed) ♡

for life (completed)

sucks to suck lol (completed)

not my type (completed)

trip together (completed)

cupid’s corner (on hold) ♡ ch 17

lavender haze (completed)

genesis (ongoing) ch xxv

kim hongjoong

blue skies (completed)

the regular (completed)

lonely people’s club (completed) ♡

not that much of a vip

not my type (completed)

back to you (completed)

jeong yunho

wave (completed)

lovefool (completed)

sugar (on hold) chapter 3

algedonic (completed)

somebody else (completed)

seeing myself in you (ongoing) ♡ ch 75

chai latte (ongoing) ch 13

perhaps love (completed) ♡

when temporary becomes forever (completed)

yuck (ongoing) ♡ ch 24

on a high (ongoing) ch 1

choi jongho

caramel macchiato (completed) ♡

kang yeosang

matcha latte (completed) ♡

cruel summer (ongoing)

only you (completed)

sweeter than candy (ongoing) ch 71

cherry on top (completed)

consenescere (ongoing)

messed up (ongoing) ch 9

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hotteoki · 8 months

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instagram stories with bf ateez !

pairing: san x reader

genre: smau, est. rel., fluff

wc, cw: /

versions - hj || sh || yh || ys || s || mg || wy || jh

notes: i’m probably going to do one member per day

edit: why did no one tell me two of these weren’t cropped you’re all FAKE (lovingly) 👎🏻👎🏻

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Closer

February Filth Fest : Day Twenty-Two

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: omega verse was originally day 26 w/wooyoung but inspiration struck HORD

'i wanna feel you from the inside' -Closer, Nine Inch Nails

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)(✯◡✯)genre: smut, fantasy au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, omega verse/knotting, nesting, belly bulge, impreg, marking, size kink, san is a b00bie man, pet names (sannie & angel, babe)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

dedicated to the evil master mind who planted these seeds in my head <3

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

You had been acting strange for almost a week, and your husband San took quick notice. He gave you strange looks when you took both his and your dirty clothes from the hamper and scurried away with them. He asked you what was up when you seemed to be eating more and more. He handed over his baby cousin when you cried wanting to hold them so badly.

But, being a busy military man for the pack, he didn't have a lot of time to fret over his mates strange behavior.

Similarly, you took notice of his out of place behaviors. He piled more food up for you even as you insisted you were full. He puffed up his chest when others were around, although you both knew they weren't threatening. He insisted on giving you his jacket when you left the house, worried you'd get sick from the snow (although you were already bundled up and warm).

But your brain didn't give you much time to worry, busy with something you didn't quite understand.

One cold winter night, after you had eaten and gotten ready for bed- he saw you do it again.

You snatch up his sweater he wore that day, hurrying away down the hall. He follows you, sneakily. You close the door to the spare bedroom behind you and he stands there with his ear up against it. He can't hear anything for a few moments, then he hears you crying.

"Angel? Are you okay?" He knocks on the door, and swings it open after he doesn't hear a response. You're face down on a pile of his and your clothes, blankets, pillows, and he thinks he even sees a couch cushion or two.

You cry incoherently about wanting to have a child, fisting the pile in anger, your sharp nails ripping open a pillow. "Oh- oh my god, Babe," it hits him like a ton of bricks. This is the first time you've ever been in married during mating season, and being married- you no long take your hormone blockers. "Oh, my Angel."

He slumps down at the edge of the pile, unsure of whether he should impose on your homemade nest. "Why didn't you tell me you were in heat early?"

"Huh?" You're voice is muffled by your face stuffed in his sweater. "I'm not in heat." You turn to face him, curled up in a ball, "am I?"

"You are, Babe. You're nesting... did you even realize?"

"Oh...that's explains it."

"Explains it?"

"Why I want you so bad."

He nearly pounces on you, hands at the very edge of the nest as he leans forward. He inspects it closer, smiling at the way you encircled the padding of the shirts and blankets with pillows and cushions. "You made such a cozy nest, Babe. Can I join you?"

You nod with a wide smile and open your arms for him. He slots himself in your hold and sighs contentedly, rubbing your back and smooshing his face in your chest. "So cozy, Angel. Bet our pups would love it."

It's only now you realize, "Sannie?" "Mm?"

"I think you're in heat too." You push him away and he looks up with a pout. "Look, " you rub his sore, swollen pecs, "got so big lately."

He leans into your touch, holding your hand as close to his chest as possible. He closes his eyes in bliss, and when they reopen, they're glowing a bright auburn color.

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Both of your clothes have quickly become a new addiction to your pile, and you're all over it as you go at each other, slamming each other into position after position trying to get as close to each other as possible.

He wraps his big arms around your shoulders and flings the both of you around, pining you under him. He snarls into your neck, taking a deep breath of your heavenly scent. "Fuck, my Angel. Gonna give you so many pups."

The knot at the base of his cock slams against your sloppy hole, the very edge of it sliding into you. "Please, Sannie! Give 'em to me," you grab his hair roughly and pull his head up, "fuckin' give it to me."

He draws his hips all the way back and pins your legs out at either side of you. He pounds back into you, knot and all.

"Fuck! Fuck," you claw at his back, blunt claws scratching up his back and making his moan louder.

His head dips down to your swollen breasts, sharp teeth nipping at the soft skin. "Can't wait to see these full of milk. You gonna make so much milk for our babies? So much?" You can tell he's close, whining into your tit and pawing at the one he doesn't have his mouth all over.

"Ye- S- Gonna make so much for our babies. So much... Will you have a taste too, Sannie?"

His mouth falls open over your wet nipple and laps at it slowly as he cums. "God, Babe..." He whispers, falling over your frame as gently as possible and holding your hands as he absolutely fills you.

You can't help but cum at the feeling, clenching around his knot as you see stars.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you come down, hooking them together around his built figure.

His knot keeps all of the warm seed inside of you, filling you up deliciously as it swells to make sure not a single drop escapes.

"You're going to be such a good Momma..." He licks at your breast as you pet back his sweaty hair. "Made the best nest for us. Smells so good. Smells like you... so comforting, our pups will never feel alone."

His praise at your very makeshift nest makes your heart melt. Even when you had no idea what you were doing, just following your instincts with whatever you could gather- he thought it was the best.

He leans up slowly, cock still buried deep inside you. He moans at the sight before him and grabs at your hips to steady himself.

Your hair is a mess around you: like a wrecked halo. Your lips are swollen and slick, your neck covered in his love bites near the scar where he marked you as his. And to top it all off, your tummy has an imprint from how his big dick is stuffed inside you.

You notice him eyeing your belly and look down, mouth dropping at the sight. His knot is stretching you beyond belief, and you can even see some of his shaft before it disappears into the plush of your stomach. You reach down and place a hand over it gently, experimentally.

Both of your heads drop back at the feeling. You can feel him twitch inside of you, he's so deep and close. You feel every vein pulse against your gummy walls as you rub your pelvis.

"Shit, Angel! I'm gonna cum again if you do that."

"Yeah?" You ask with a small, wavering smirk. "Want you to fill me up until we can't even see it anymore~"

And by God, he does.

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#february filth fest #choi san #san #ateez san #ateez #choi san smut #choi san smau #ateez smut #smut fic

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