#choi san x chubby reader

[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

chubby!reader masterlist

[forthechubbies]

Roadkill°Ateez Drabble {Rated: X}

Criminals! Woosan x Victim! Chubby! Reader

! Stockholm syndrome, Crime, Outlaw Au, Captive!Reader, SMUTTY material, Dubcon, and Drunk! Wooyoung.

"Wake up!" He barked, abruptly turning on the motels light. "Daddys home." Wooyoung squeaked as he swallowed the green bottle. His hot cheeks shone from the alcohol he was consuming.

As he moved towards your trembling figure, your back was against the headboard. "wooyoung.." You begged, your gaze averted from his.

Wooyoung's mouth floats up your thighs and over your leg. "Mmm..Sannie had alittle trouble with the van." You are well aware that you should not believe whatever this fox says.

You mustered the courage to declare, "Your handcuffs are missing." "You wouldn't hurt San?"

He rolled his eyes. "You're such a fucking crybaby," Wooyoung said as he plays with your hair. "You're boyfriend handcuffed in the van." He chuckled. "And he's pissed."

He took advantage of your stunned silence to kiss you. "I'm your boyfriend too, Right?" You feel especially responsible for paying greater attention to San, but you had your reasons. "The cops shot him and you were looking for a doctor."

Wooyoung's anger & jealousy started to brewing. "You love sticking up for him and being his good little nurse."Wooyoung's large hand snatched your wrists, bringing you closer to his handsome, scuffed-up face despite the metal imprinting on your skin. "Well, I'm hurting bad too." He whined, roughly forcing your legs apart to make way for himself.

You exclaimed as the bulge massaged itself between your thighs' soft fat. "Ah! Woo,"

He's smitten for you. As he devoured your lips, his inky black hair tickled your cheeks. "Mmm..mwah" The menace teased you by releasing your swollen lips. "Nurse, You look hot in distress."

You helplessly moaned as he smothered you with his lips leaving you sandwiched between him and old worn mattress.

"Ah♡!" You cried out as he helped himself.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

୨୧ ʝαɯႦɾҽαƙҽɾ (σɳҽ) ୨୧

୨୧ Pairings: rich boy!seonghwa x chubby!fem!reader, rich boy!choi san x chubby!fem!reader, rich boy!hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader, mentions of yunho

୨୧ Genre: graduate school au/smut/angst/a lil fluffy

୨୧ Summary: It was never your intention to infiltrate one of the most exclusive social circles at your new university, seducing rich boys to get who and what you want. Wait, no, it was.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.7k-ish

୨୧ Warnings: reader's in her villain era, demon line are wealthy low key villains too, strong language, some dom demon line/sub reader dynamics, you sleep with everyone darling, oral sex (m & f receiving), swallowing, pet names (good girl), obsession, probably a praise kink (who am I kidding? it's for sure a theme), jealousy/light possessiveness, sugar baby origins, unprotected sex, a lil drop of rough sex, marking, fingering, mention of multiple orgasms, public spicy stuff, light choking, scratching, nibbling, dry humping, & that's it, babes.

୨୧ A/N: This baby has sorta just been chilling in the drafts cause I kinda get nervous to post sometimes but I'm gonna let her be free now. This one focuses on Hwa moreso but Joong and San will get their time too. Yunho's also a part of this, just not quite yet. So, yes, I hope you like it!

୨୧ Part Two is Here ୨୧

Observe a weekly study session held by three best friends. It takes place every Sunday, almost ritualistically so, at 3:00pm sharp in the apartment of ringleader Kim Hongjoong. Situated at the top floor of an old university office turned luxury apartment building, it has a vintage charm to it that somehow makes it feel more absurdly expensive than it already is. 

Observe that, despite their long held agreement that this is a “study” session, no one’s actually studying. Not Choi San lounging in the brown Italian leather chair, mindlessly chewing on one of the legs of his round rimmed glasses when he should be wearing them instead. 

Not Hongjoong painstakingly rearranging the shoes by the door. Seonghwa’s black Dior Oxfords can’t go near Hongjoong’s custom leather Prada sneakers. They are custom after all. 

Not Seonghwa who’s leaning by the window doodling on the crisp pages of his $200 copy of the Netter Atlas of Human Anatomy, an act that would be blasphemous to someone like him on any other day.

But no one’s doing anything they’d do on a normal day because this isn’t a normal day. They’re distracted, unable to peel their minds free from the events of last night and it’s all your fault. 

Staring down at the space between his legs, San can only think about the fact that you were there. You, the new girl with your pretty face and soft cheeks. Cheeks that were even softer as he gently cupped them, pressing the tip of his cock to the back of your throat.

The way that you whimpered, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth, is etched into his memory. If he could rewind time he’d do it over and over just to hear those same whimpers muffled by his cum filling your cheeks. You swallowed him so well, not spilling a drop.

“Such a good girl” he’d whispered, petting your hair as your head lay in his lap. Such a good, good girl. 

By the window, Seonghwa’s still sketching away. The level of intensity and focus on his face does wonders to make it appear as if the motion of his hand has even a shred of intent behind it. None of it means anything, just a half hearted attempt at busying a brain that keeps reminding him how he fucked you against the very window he leans upon. This exact spot actually. 

You, with your plush body and sweet voice had begged, as his lips met yours, “Please don’t stop.” It was pure bliss to have your nails digging into his forearms, the walls of your deliciously warm pussy clenching around him.

You were wet enough that your thighs were almost too slippery to grip when he parted them to sink in deeper. No girl has ever been that needy for him before, so desperate to be ruined by him. Fuck, he wants to ruin you. 

“I need a drink” Hongjoong huffs, rushing off to the kitchen. Drinking’s never been something he’s just done. He considers self medication through alcohol to be silly but what else is he meant to do? He needs something to overwhelm his palate and kill the nagging craving to taste you on his tongue.

You, with your bright eyes and innocent smile, had hopped your cute ass on the counter and let him drink from your pussy until he saw stars. How adorable you’d been, kicking your feet each time his tongue stimulated your sensitive clit, his fingers teasing your sweet spot. “One more for me” he cooed and you gave him exactly what he wanted. More.

It’s all any of them want now. More, more, more. They made a promise to each other that what happened last night could only ever happen again if you were all together. The four of you. Not three. Certainly not two. The boys would do with you what best friends do with all things, share, but sharing’s much easier said than done when you don’t truly want to. 

Seonghwa slams his book shut, snapping back to reality at a speed too dizzying for the others. “I need to go” Seonghwa announces, scrambling to shove his things into his bag. San sits up in the chair, popping his glasses back on.

“Go? Where are you going?”

“I, uh, I have to go look for something. I’ll see you guys later.”

Hongjoong steps back into the living room just in time to hear the door slam as Seonghwa exits. “Where’s he off to?” A question with only one logical answer that pisses San off the second it dawns on him.

“Where do you think?”

The scholarships aren’t nearly enough. They were enough to get you here but being able to stay? That’s a different story. And so you find yourself here on a Sunday evening, picking up hours at the university’s library to make some extra money.

It’s a grueling schedule. Weekdays waitressing at a five star restaurant, weekends at the library, and every waking hour outside of that spent with your face buried in your books. Well, almost every waking hour. Lately you’ve managed to find time for other things.

Wheeling a cart full of books down one of the aisles, you nearly run over some girl’s feet. “Hey, watch it!” she shouts, shooting you a look that says she wants to tear your head off. “I’m really sorry” you apologize, slinking to the side to let her squeeze past.

“These shoes cost more than your rent, you know that?” she spits before storming off in the other direction.

Everyone’s like that here, always throwing their money in your face. Mommy and daddy’s money anyway. You don’t have what they do, it’s like they can smell it on you, and they’ll never let you forget it. “These shoes cost more than your rent, you know that?” you mock, picking up a book to slip onto one of the shelves. “They’re fucking hideous anyway.” 

“Uh, hey, everything okay?” a voice asks from behind you. You jump, nearly tripping over one of the cart’s wheels. Seonghwa grabs you by the arm before you lose your footing. Your knight in shining armor. Well, a cardigan really but close enough, right?

“Oh my god, Seonghwa. You can’t sneak up on me like that. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“It’s a library” he laughs, straightening out your shirt, “I thought we were supposed to be quiet.”

“Not that quiet! What are you doing here anyway?”

That came out a bit harsher than you intended. Thankfully Seonghwa finds it cute when you’re sassy. “Yunho told me you work here on weekends and I thought…I wanted to see you.” “See me?” you ask, the book now clutched in your arms like a stuffed animal.

Seonghwa moves between you and the cart, pinning you against one of the shelves. This position feels familiar, a flash of heat rushing over your body and settling between your legs. Seonghwa toys with the hem of your short skirt, his knuckles brushing your exposed thigh.

“Do you like it?”

“Hmm?”

“Working two jobs. Do you like it?”

“Honestly, I hate it.” You draw in a sharp breath when his fingertips touch the marks he left behind on you last night. Sneaking both hands beneath your skirt, he traces your hips, relishing in the fullness of them.

Your thighs part and he carefully eases his knee between them, the moist cotton of your panties all that separates your aching core from his slacks. Seonghwa leans in to nibble at your bottom lip, “Then quit.” “Hwa, you know I can’t, ah…” you squeak, the book tumbling to the ground as he slowly grinds you along his leg.

He kisses you tenderly, angling you forward to stimulate your clit in just the right way. Seonghwa can already feel you soaking through his pants. You get wet so easily for him and it eats away at his self control. “Quit” he repeats, “I can get you a job at one of my father’s offices. His secretaries there don’t really do anything. You can kind of just sit there and be pretty. I know you can do that.”

Letting go of your waist, he pulls back enough to watch how perfectly your tits sit as you ride his thigh. “Look at you, doing so well already.” 

The quiet one. That’s how Yunho described Seonghwa before you met him. He’s quiet but no more innocent than the others are. Never let that innocent exterior fool you, he has a switch and when it flips he’s someone you won’t even recognize.

That switch, you can see it flipping on and off. His eyes bright with admiration one second and darkening with lust the next. There’s something dangerous about him but you aren’t exactly harmless now, are you? 

“You’d do that for me?” you ask, taking his hand and pressing it to your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm, taking his thumb between your lips. “Of course I would. I’d…” he loses his train of thought as you start sucking his thumb, the rhythm of your hips picking up speed.

“Anything you want.”

You can feel his pulse quickening. See his face taking on a pink hue. Your breathing grows shallow, the tension building in your core making your body shudder. “So close” you whine, running his hand down to your neck, “I want you to make me cum.” 

Anything you want. Anything for you. Seonghwa holds you by the neck, his other hand slipping into your panties. “Cum for me then like a good girl. Like my good girl.”

There’s a chance someone could hear you. Between the splashing of his fingers in your juices and the moans that spill out from your lips onto his, there’s more than enough noise to draw a little attention. That’s what makes it hotter. What has his cock straining against his pants and your eyes glossing over as the tension finally snaps.

Ruin you, that’s what he wanted to do, and look at you now, coming undone so wonderfully. How can he be anything short of obsessed with you? 

“So gorgeous when you’re falling apart.”

“Only when I’m falling apart?” you ask, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. Seonghwa wraps an arm around your waist, kissing you on the forehead.

“No,” he sighs, “And I think that might be the death of me.”

[newworldwritings]

NewWorldWritings Recs! (ATEEZ)

gif by @graphicstorage

these are some writings that i have read that i would love to share with the rest of atiny/readers. some of these quite literally made me cry, laugh, and relate.

let me know if any of the links don’t work!

more will be added too #newworldwritingsreblogs !

some of these do contain smut, dark themes, & lots more. so please remember to read the warnings that each author put in their works.

❕= SMUT/DARKTHEMES

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OT8 x reader

❕player 1117 @peachesyeo

(series -> ongoing) obessive!gamecharacters!ateez x villainess!reader

❕morning mist @mint-yooxgi

(series -> ongoing) Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

❕The Library of Illusion @kwanisms

(series -> completed) ateez ot8 × fem!reader

Want You Back @whimsicalwritingsandmore

(series -> ongoing) werewolf!ot8!ateez x werewolf!reader

❕Circus @lani-heart

(series -> ongoing) ateez ot8 x reader

❕trope @bro-atz

(series -> completed) ateez member/gn!reader or ateez member/afab!reader

❕Black Ocean @bvidzsoo

(ongoing) Ateez members x female readers

❕room for three @honeyhotteoks

(56k series -> completed) nonidol!yunho x nonidol!seonghwa x reader

❕splish splash @atozfic

(20k) nonidol!san x nonidol!seonghwa x nonidol!wooyoung x nonidol!yunho x fem!reader

undying bonds @edenesth

(series -> completed) Hongjoong x fem!reader, Seonghwa x fem!reader

❕whichever way @igbylicious

(series -> ongoing) woosan x fem!reader

Hongjoong

you’re hongjoongs bias @jnginlov

(8.6k) idol!hongjoong x idol!reader

captains favorite @edenesth

(1.1k) captain!Hongjoong x doctor!reader

Black and White @atinystraynstay

(2k) Kim Hongjoong x fem!reader

Seonghwa

❕The Way to His Heart @edenesth

(series -> ongoing) general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

Cold Snap @ennysbookstore

(4 part series -> completed) nonidol!Seonghwa x Reader

❕Dancing With the Devil pt.2 @bro-atz

(2 part series -> completed) assassin!seonghwa x afab!reader

❕the trouble with hating you. @baekhvuns

(33k) badboy!seonghwa x reader.

Bingo @gummygowon

(1.8k) single dad!seonghwa x reader

❕you’re the one that i want @ateezmakemeweep

(series -> completed) bad boy!seonghwa x fem!reader

Yunho

❕Guerrilla @sorryimananti-romantic

(27k) serialkiller!dr.yunho x writer!reader

What Builds a Home @cosmicdumpling

(7.2k) husband!yunho x fem!reader

❕Memoir @baekhvuns

(16k) nonidol!yunho x reader

all i want for christmas is you @starrysvn

(11k) yunho x gn!reader

Yeosang

❕lessons in intimacy @honeyhotteoks

(14.5k) camboy!yeosang/barista!yeosang x fem!reader

Siren. @sorryimananti-romantic

(27.8k) siren!yeosang x sirenhunter!reader

San

❕ceilings pt.2 @yoongiseesawmp3

(2 part series -> completed) pe teacher!san x single mom!reader

❕The Art of Climbing the Corporate Tower @ennysbookstore

(2 part series -> completed) nonidol!san x reader

Love Poem @frenchkisstheabyss

(3.5k) dad!choi san x pregnant!chubby!fem!reader

❕Crafting Christmas @yoonguurt

(15.2k) single dad!San × reader

destiny @tainsan

(25k) idol!San x nonidol!reader

❕ch_i san @atzfilm (this one made me cry my eyes out)

(19k) android!san × reader

Mingi

❕nightmare, daydream @mingigoo

(11.1k) tutor!femreader x popularboy!Mingi

❕Shower Ecstasy @myhimbomingi

(1.6k) song mingi x afab!reader

❕Grease and oil @bvidzsoo

(5.6k) mechanic!mingi x fem!reader

Wooyoung

instagram @roomsofangel

(series -> ongoing) nonidol!wooyoung x fem!reader

❕Home for the Holidays @highvern

(24k) nonidol!Wooyoung x fem!reader

❕Midnight Kisses @mingigoo

(5 part series -> completed) bff!Wooyoung x single parent!femreader

Still You @edenesth

(15k) exbf!Wooyoung x fem!reader

Change of Heart @hotteoki

(5k) suitor!wooyoung x princess!reader

Jongho

to yours, jongho @halaboyz

(1.8k) busker!jongho x gn! reader

when strangers kiss @starlitmark

(5.4k) nonidol!Jongho x fem!reader

Guarding Hearts @edenesth

(15k) bodyguard!Jongho x actress!reader

[mingisdoll]

Homesick

Includes: butler!San, afab!rich!chubby!reader, Robin Hood is still alive yes yes I will not take any arguments whatsoever since I hate what the writers did to him lol anyways, Regina is still a queen but with no magic, ATEEZ x OUAT, basically a shit ton of fluff with some angst lol

@newworldnet

Tucked away in the Enchanted Forest lied a castle. A very unique looking castle. In that castle sat a royal family. That family consists of King Robin, Queen Regina, and Princess Y/N. She was the beloved daughter of Robin and Regina and her faithful companion, and quite possibly her only friend, is her butler.

A hot man named Choi San.

He lived in a small cottage within the kingdom yet was unable to find a job anywhere. His parents died due to the mistake committed by a group of bandits so he was left to fend for himself and his little brother.

His name is Choi Jongho.

However, the man remained kind to those around him, even though some people weren't as kind. He was on his last leg of finding a suitable job for him. As he took a break from his job search, he decided to take a stroll in the woods with his baby brother. As he watched him play with various twigs and dirt, he heard a branch snap. His ears perked up and he saw a thief trying to run away from something. The thief was unaware of the little boy that was in his way and San, being the protective man that he is, jumped in between Jongho and the thief. The thief stopped at looked at them both. He was about to execute the bright idea of handing over the stolen goods to San to make it seem like he was the one that stole them

When he took an arrow to the knee.

Two people approached the thief and San. One was holding a bow while the other was busy prying the goods from the thief and placing him in cuffs. They both looked at San, who was busy comforting a crying Jongho.

"Oh dear. Is the little lad alright?" A kind voice asked gently. San looked up at the owner of the voice and nodded meekly.

"Yeah. He's just a little shaken up right now. Um... thank you for saving us." San said in that soft and airy voice that would make people swoon. The man smiled and extended his hand.

"Robin Hood. Or King Robin I should say. Pleased to meet your acquaintance!" Robin introduced himself. The second person then looked at San with bright eyes and extended her hand.

"I'm Princess Y/N! I'm the next Robin Hood. Pleased to meet you!" She giggled and San found the little girl endearing as she shook his hand. She soon let go and walked over to Jongho, who was hiding behind San shyly. As she talked his little head off, Robin clasped San's shoulder.

"You're really brave to protect the little one. Is he your son?" Robin asked and San shook his head, smiling as he looked down at the interaction between Jongho and Y/N.

"No, your highness. He's my little brother." San politely corrected him and Robin nodded.

"Is it just you two or do you have a family back home?" Robin asked. "It's just the two of us, sir. We... lost our parents to bandits. They died at their hands." San shakily explained and Robin's heart ached.

"I'm so sorry, lad." Robin sympathized with him and San weakly smiled. "It's ok, sir. Honestly, I'm just more worried about our wellbeing. I haven't been so lucky in finding a job that pays well and puts a roof over our heads. It's either I'm not old enough or they aren't allowing me to have Jongho by my side while I work. I don't see the problem though! Jongho's a well behaved boy! I... I just..."

Robin brought San into a hug as San wept on his shoulder. He hushed the young boy and tried to get him to calm down. San felt tiny hands clutch his leg and he looked down to see Y/N hugging his leg.

For someone trying to be the next Robin Hood, she was adorable.

"Don't cry, mister! You're too cute to cry!" Her little voice squeaked out and San felt his heart almost burst. Robin looked down at his daughter and grinned wholeheartedly. He then looked at San.

"How would you like to come with us back to our castle? You can be Y/N's butler. We will pay you adequately and we can put a roof over your heads. After all, kindness is something that must be paid forward." Robin suggested.

"Oh! I don't know, sir. Y/N doesn't seem like the type of person to need a butler. She may be a princess, but I can tell that she's very independent." San rambled nervously and Robin chuckled.

"I'm well aware of that. However, she sometimes forgets the little things. Which is where you come in. Plus, she's taken a liking to you and the little one over there. May I ask what his name is?" Robin explained.

"His name is Jongho, sir." San introduced Jongho to Robin. The little boy shyly high fived the king and San found the sight endearing. "Well then, San. Would you like to be the butler of the royal family so you can finally give Jongho a comfortable life?" Robin formally asked him. San nodded eagerly.

"The honor is all mine, your highness."

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That was almost six years ago. San was 16 while Jongho was 11. San grew from a boy to a man. The changes were drastic due to him hitting puberty.

And the daily exercises he does with the royal family.

He used to be this skinny little boy that wore oversized polo shirts that were wrinkled, khaki shorts, and ratty boots. His hair was long and shaggy and it covered his eyes a lot due to shyness he felt whenever other royals looked at him with mainly judgmental looks.

Now he grew into his bobblehead.

His body got bigger, his shoulders were broader, and his waist was tiny. His clothes were a bit more fitted and they clung to his body deliciously. His polo shirts were replaced with crisp white button ups that were ironed to perfection, a black leather tie, a black vest, and black slacks that were slim to show off his equally muscular legs. His childhood boots were replaced with black dress shoes that were made of the sleekest leather and were always shined to a mirror like consistency.

His face changed too. His jawline sharpened, his eyes were more siren like and alert, and his black hair was cut short and styled back since he was more confident in his looks and he stopped caring what the other royals said.

It was all thanks to Y/N.

Ever since he and Jongho were taken in, she has been teaching them how to love themselves and be more confident in whatever they were blessed with. San could tell that she spoke from experience.

Y/N did gain a bit of weight and was slightly chubby around the face. But it wasn't her fault. After she was struck in the shoulder by a poisoned arrow and healed rather quickly, she decided to step back from archery yet continued to be a hero by studying up on how to become the next Good Queen. There was a bit of fat around her stomach and her thighs were a teeny bit big yet it didn't stop her from flaunting the beautiful gowns she wore.

San admired her while Jongho fell deeper in love with her.

The five of them were currently having dinner. Regina made sure that San was treated like a person rather than a butler and San was grateful for the respect that she had for him. As they were chowing down on steak with assorted veggies and seasoned potatoes, San felt a little more down than usual. The once bright smile that was present on his face was replaced with a blank expression. He was quieter than usual and before that, he was scolding himself on small mistakes he made, which he'd never done.

What got the royal family concerned about him was the way he was angry early. Why? It was simple.

Jongho got tripped by one of the visiting princes and San saw. He gently helped his brother up and started yelling and cussing out that very same prince. Normally, he'd be levelheaded and professional but the amount of stress he was feeling finally tipped over. He even punched a wall!

His strength was terrifying. And it probably explained why his knuckles were bandaged up.

The family of the visiting prince tried to persuade Robin and Regina to fire him, but it was a failure due to the fact that Regina saw the whole ordeal happen and called them out. Robin then declared that their trade deal was to be thrown away unless the prince apologized. However, the prince was stubborn and now he was probably being scolded by his parents since they lost the deal due to his acts of foolishness.

San was grateful for their help yet he remained quiet and even apologized for being violent. Which was ironic since he only yelled at the poor guy.

Y/N had enough of it. She missed seeing San's smile and she missed hanging out with him. So she scooted closer to him and started poking his face.

"Princess, please." San begged quietly since he wasn't in the mood and he was afraid he might lash out at her.

"Uh yeah no. San, what's going on? I'm not the type to pry into people's business, but you're like a brother to me. My heart aches every time you scold yourself over little mistakes and you even apologized for 'being violent' even though you haven't laid a finger on that douchebag! Talk to me..."

All eyes were on San when he started crying quietly. Regina sent the rest of the servants away so she and Robin can give San their undivided attention. Y/N immediately took him in her arms and he hugged her back immediately. Muttered apologies could be heard and she simply shushed him.

"I just... miss home. I miss being in a place where I once grew up. Don't get me wrong though. I love it here. I truly do. But I feel like a part of me has been left behind as soon as I took up this job. I fear that the longer I stay here, the higher the chance that my memory of my hometown will be long gone. It sounds silly but still. I couldn't fathom the last core memory of my family being gone."

Y/N kept comforting him and whispered reassuring words in his ear while Robin and Regina looked at each other before looking at Jongho.

"Do you feel the same way?" Regina asked Jongho. The young boy nodded his head shyly. Regina then thought for a moment before coming up with an idea.

"How would you like to take a year off to go visit and settle down in your hometown?"

San looked up at Regina and as much as he wanted to take that opportunity, his selflessness wouldn't allow it. "Oh! I don't know, Regina. I feel like I'm being too selfish to ask for such a thing like that."

"Don't be ridiculous. You've done so much for us. Let yourself have this, San." Regina reassured him and San immediately sprang up to hug both her and Robin before hugging Y/N once more.

Y/N sort of blushed a bit when his huge body practically swallowed her tiny frame.

"Thank you! Thank you much!"

Three days later, San bid his goodbyes to Robin and Regina before stopping at Y/N. Her eyes were filled with tears and San shushed her gently whilst wiping her tears away. His hand, with a single gold band on his index finger, caressed her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, kiddo. Jongho and I will be back before you know it. I'll even bring gifts from my hometown as my thanks to you and your parents. Ok?" San smiled and Y/N simply nodded since she couldn't trust her voice at the moment.

"I'll see you in a year, little robin."

And with that, he and Jongho ventured off into the woods to go home. From there, Y/N counted the days until the Chois came back.

They will come back. Eventually.

[lunathewritingcat]

Not Too Late | Choi San

Pairing : ATEEZ San x GN Reader

Genre : Non Idol! au, Slight Angst with Fluff ending

Notes : English is not my first language, im sorry if i mispelling or hv some grammar mistake as this is my first one shot of ATEEZ. Have a nice day~

9:45 PM, Night

San was sitting on a bench while waiting for you.

“Oh? Choi San!”

San heard his name called by someone, he turned his head. He knew that’s not your voice.

“Hana? What are you doing here?”

Hana looked at San with a shy smile on her face.

“I’m heading to nearby shop but then I saw you sitting here... alone”

San just nodded his head.

“Who are you waiting for? Do you want me to accompany you?”

San scratched his neck. He quite worried if you saw him sitting together with another girl.

“Urm no its fine. I can wait here by myself. Aren’t you said that you are heading to shop? You should go now, its late already and its not safe for you to be outside alone”

Hana pouted and quickly sat next to San. She ignored San’s advice.

“No, I’m changing my mind. Let me accompany you and I want to know who are you waiting for”

San sighed.

“This girl is so stubborn” he muttered.

After almost 20 minutes of waiting, you arrived. You recognised San’s body shape from afar. You planned to surprise and make up to him for arriving late because of your part time job. Your smile faded after you saw he was sitting with someone.

Your step stopped after you saw the girl’s side face. You know her. She is the girl that once gave a big impact to San 2 years ago. She is San’s ex-girlfriend. That girl was touching his arm while laughing together with your bestfriend.

Yes, San is only your childhood bestfriend but you loved him. You wished that he has feelings for you too. You hoped that its not too late for you to confess your love to him. But saw him sitting together with his ex-girlfriend changed your mind.

She kissed San’s cheek.

You almost dropped the cake that you brought together. You decide to just go home but your legs was like glued to the ground.

San was really surprised by her action.

“Hana! What are you doing?!” San wiped his cheek.

“San, I know you used to love me right? I already broke up with him. He cheated on me! I regret for leaving you. Why don’t you come back to me?” asked her.

San was silenced for a few seconds.

You remembered that San once told you, he hoped she will beg him to come back to her. San got what he wanted.

“I think its better if I keep this feelings to myself.” You hit your head with fake laughed. You wiped your tears.

You decided to text him saying that you are too tired to go meet him at the park but you accidentally dialed his number without you realised because you can’t control your urged to cry.

You cried so hard while imagined that San was in front of you. You left your phone hanging on your hand.

“San, I hope you know that I love you more than just a friend. I hope you are here... cuddle me while I’m crying, but too bad you love her. You’ve been suffered for a long time crying for her. You deserve to be happy, Choi San”

You hated yourself for losing the chance to be with him.

You cried without realised that San heard everything you said.

“I’m here, you idiot”

Someone touched your cheeks, wiping your tears.

“S-san... What are you doing here?” You asked him.

“I should be the one asking you that. Why are you here? Aren’t we promised to meet at our favourite place?” San caressed your hair.

“N-no I mean... how did y-you find me?”

San smiled and touched your cheeks.

“I always know where my cute little bean is” San pinched your cute chubby cheeks.

“San...” You whined. “But you loved her. You should go to her”

“No, she cheated on me for that guy. Now, she deserved that. HAHAHA” said San with evil laugh.

You laughed a little.

“I thought I was the only one have feelings towards my own bestfriend, thank god you are same with me, Y/N” San quickly hugged you, tightly.

“and I love you too my cute smol little bean” San pulled away to kiss your cheeks.

“Hey my little bean, look at me”

You stared at San’s eyes. His eyes is like a galaxy full with stars.

“Promise me that you won’t leave me, be with me forever. Okay?” San showed his pinky finger to you.

“I thought its too late for me to confess my love to you” You stared at the ground.

San hold your face close to his face.

“Its not too late, love. I always waiting you said those 3 words to me.” San kissed your forehead.

“San, I feel like want to kill myself whenever I saw you hugging or touching any girls. I don’t like it no I hate it” you pinched his arm.

San laughed.

“Oh Love, you are so cute when you are jealous. Here I have something for you”

San gave you a small gift box.

“What is this?” You asked him.

“My belated birthday gift to you”

You opened it and smiled. Its a necklace with a pink diamond swan pendant.

“San, this is too much. It must be really expensive right?” You pouted and got teary eyes again.

“No, anything for my baby. Later, I will buy us couple rings okay? Don’t cry please”

You nodded.

“So urm... can I kiss-“

You kissed San before he finished his words.

“I love you so much, San”

“I love you more, Y/N”

THE END

Should i do part 2 for this?

[euphoricsunflowers]

MASTERLIST I

hi! my name is venus! in general, a majority of my works are sub!idol! please make sure to read the content/warning section at the beginning of every fic to see what kind of fic it is in case there’s sensitive material in what i’m writing!! i try to be very clear about what i’m writing (and making sure if you don’t like a certain kink you know not to read a certain fic) so please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to add!!

read this before requesting! requests are open!!

MONSTA X

i’m going to go crazy, when i smell your scent it spreads and it grows, i’m addicted

[10:59] - lee hoseok/wonho

thank you - lee hoseok/wonho

[15:22] - lee minhyuk

wonho strength kink headcanons

my love - yoo kihyun (this one is technically a kinktober one but i think it’s good enough to be on the main masterlist)

my darling - yoo kihyun (part 2 to my love)

pretty — yoo kihyun

bunny - lee hoseok/wonho&baby - sub!reader vers

threat or promise - lee minhyuk

mercy - yoo kihyun

anything for you — lee hoseok/wonho

like you love me — chae hyungwon

a little jealousy — yoo kihyun

coup d’état — son hyunwoo/shownu

minhyuk + degradation (hcs)

shownu + sweet treats + tickling (hcs)

minhyuk + chubby reader (hcs)

wonho + overstimulation (hcs)

minhyuk + choking (hcs)

kihyun + choking (hcs)

minhyuk + restraints (hcs)

minhyuk + pet play (hcs)

kihyun + handcuffs + overstimulation (hcs)

queen’s whore — lee hoseok/wonho

dream of you — im changkyun/i.m

waiting for you — lee hoseok/wonho (texts)

break me — lee minhyuk

heart flutters — lee hoseok/wonho

happy without you — im changkyun/i.m

loved — chae hyungwon

greedy — im changkyun/i.m

cruel — lee hoseok/wonho

liar — lee hoseok/wonho

like you hate me — chae hyungwon

magnetic — yoo kihyun

precious — lee hoseok/wonho

i licked it so it’s mine — im changkyun/i.m

sleepy — monsta x

sweet & dirty — im changkyun/i.m

love puppy — lee minhyuk

ecstasy — im changkyun/i.m

fallen for you — lee hoseok/wonho

needy — lee hoseok/wonho

sweet angel — lee hoseok/wonho

shownu + masochism (hcs)

minhyuk + changkyun (hcs)

jooheon + praise (hcs)

changkyun as a brat (hcs)

hyungwon + hickies (hcs)

feel good — chae hyungwon

dreamy — monsta x

[9:39] — im changkyun/i.m

[16:55] — lee hoseok/wonho

watch your mouth — yoo kihyun

the angel’s demon — im changkyun/i.m

helpless — son hyunwoo

my one and only — yoo kihyun (part 3 to my love)

[17:14] — lee hoseok/wonho

heavenly — lee minhyuk

dark like red wine — lee hoseok/wonho

following orders — son hyunwoo/shownu

docile — lee hoseok/wonho and yoo kihyun

yours to ruin — lee hoseok/wonho

distracted — lee hoseok/wonho

imperfect — lee hoseok/wonho (the gang au)

mirror — lee hoseok/wonho

intentions — yoo kihyun

what he wants — lee minhyuk

[16:53] — lee hoseok/wonho

drowning in your scent — chae hyungwon

[09:29] — yoo kihyun

steal me with a kiss — lee hoseok/wonho

now playing: losing you — wonho (wonho)

now playing: ride — lolo zouaï (minhyuk)

now playing: goddess — xana (kihyun)

now playing: gasoline — monsta x (jooheon)

now playing: hate me — nico collins (changkyun)

now playing: you can’t hold my heart — monsta x (hyungwon)

now playing: disaster — monsta x (shownu)

nervous — son hyunwoo/shownu

toy doll — monsta x

care — monsta x

when it gets fatal — im changkyun/i.m

STRAY KIDS

anything on the menu will satisfy all your five senses

[19:31] - hwang hyunjin

[19:17] - han jisung

ATEEZ

just move your body, your body, one, two, move your body freely and dance

[20:51] - jeong yunho

how they are as subs - ateez

[14:50] - choi san

my good boys - kim hongjoong and park seonghwa

big boys, submissive hearts - jeong yunho and song mingi

doll - jeong yunho

general subby headcanons - jeong yunho

exhibitionism - jeong yunho

fucking him while he’s wearing an oversized sweater - jeong yunho

VICTON

because when she touches my breath, she will come back again...

[17:07] - jung subin

(G)I-DLE

i hate it so much i love it, what would be the repercussions if i let you inside me?

[21:10] - jeon soyeon dom! soyeon

euphoric - song yuqi switch! yuqi

kinktober masterlist!

[saneatsrice]

choi san: loving the babysitter pt. 1

summary: san needs community service hours in order to keep his position on the school basketball team and y/n needs money to help pay off the debt left behind by her father, what are the odds of them starting a romantic journey at a daycare center?

pairing: basketball player! san x babysitter! reader

warning: none

author’s note: I came up with this idea through an AU generator because I was in a writing mood but had no clue what to write LOLL, let me know if you want this to be a series because I have a few ideas but I’m not sure if I should continue writing this. also, it’s currently unedited because I’m lazy and brain dead but I’ll fix it later I swear! please enjoy :))

word count: 6052

y/n has a lot of weight to carry over her shoulders for a high school student. throughout her high school journey, she has had to carry out countless part time jobs in order to help her mother pay off the debt her father had left behind after gambling away their life savings and then fleeing the country, causing the two women to work in order to stop it from growing. this year being her last year of high school, y/n has to think about her future and how she will be able to pay off the additional college tuition once she graduates this year and begins applying for grants and scholarships. however, after getting fired from her last job, finding a new job that is accepting of her schedule due to school is immensely difficult.

as she was giving up hope, y/n came across a sign as she was walking home from school that read treasure daycare and saw a sign on the window of the small building that said “looking for babysitters”.

y/n being desperate to help with the family income and building up a savings account for her college funds, she decided there wasn’t any harm in applying. as she look through the window to see if anyone was in the building, her eyes landed on three toddlers sitting on the fluffy carpet. there were two little boys who were playing with blocks and laughing every time they accidentally knocked down the structure. however, the third little boy was sitting alone on the edge of the carpet drawing little shapes into the floor. soon y/n’s eyes land on tall figure with brown hair and a puppy-like face. y/n recognized him as yunho from her economics class, a boy who always knew how to make everyone smile and laugh even when they are having a bad day. yunho waves from the inside and runs to the sliding door to open it for y/n to enter. 

“hello y/n, what brings you here?” yunho asked while having that award winning smile on his face. 

y/n smiles back at yunho and replies, “I saw that sign on the door and was wondering who should I talk to in order to apply for the job”.

yunho beckons the girl to come into the room and leaders her to the middle of the room. “you can sit there while I go get my manager” yunho says while pointing to a plastic, toddler sized chair which causes y/n to laugh and walk towards the tiny seat to rest. As yunho goes, into the back room, she sees the two boys who were previously playing with the blocks, run over to her full of energy.

“hi my name is wooyoung and this is my best friend yeosang”, the little boy with purple hair says with a smile on his face while intertwining his small chubby hand with the little brown haired boy next to him.

“hello, what is your name?” the brown haired boy asked while hiding behind his wooyoung which did not help him any as he was taller than wooyoung. 

“my name is y/n and I hope I will be able to work here and get to know you two cuties” y/n replies with a smile on her face, wanting nothing more than to squish the two little boys’ cheeks due to their look of awestruck as they think about the potential of having another babysitter to play with.

soon yunho comes back into the room with an older man who has black hair following behind him looking as serious as ever. it honestly scared y/n a little bit along with wooyoung and yeosang as they ran to hide behind y/n’s side and hugged her on each side. the mysterious man realizes there are still children present and his eyes turn into a more gentle manner.

“i am sorry for scaring you kids, my name is park seonghwa, I am the manager at treasure daycare, I heard from yunho you wanted to apply for a job here, is that true?” seonghwa asked.

“yes, I was hoping to find a job to be able to sustain a family income in order to help my mom and college tuition is not getting any cheaper, so I am willing to take any job possible to help out my family” y/n replied while putting her arms around the two kids who have yet to let go of her. 

“well I can see the kiddos have already taken a liking to you and yunho really took his time begging me to hire you while bragging about how responsible you are and all that positive stuff to me so you’re hired” seonghwa says chuckling once he sees yunho turn red and whining to him about how he wasn’t supposed to tell y/n that.

after y/n thanked him, seonghwa began explaining the expectations for the babysitting job along with giving y/n her schedule. he mentioned how there were only three kids that y/n would ever have to take care of and entertain.

y/n quickly warms up to wooyoung and yeosang on her first day as they drag her off to play with them immediate but continues to look at the third child and wonders why he never joins them to play games or why he sits on the far end of the table by himself away from the other kids. he only sticks to seonghwa who seems to be the only one who is capable of getting him out of his bubble. 

after wooyoung and yeosang is picked up by wooyoung’s brother hongjoong who came after attending his afternoon class, y/n decided it was time to make an attempt to get closer to the unknown baby. as y/n approached the baby, he began to crawl away from her clutching onto his apple tightly as if he has been wanting to eat it but can’t bite through the hard shell. 

“hey buddy, did you want me to cut the apple for you?” y/n asked after watching him struggle to break the apple in half for a few minutes.

the little boy nods and hands y/n the apple where she holds the apple in the middle and breaks it in half perfectly. the boy looks at her in awe and for the first time, she saw him smile as she hands him the apple for him to munch on. 

“what is your name little boy?” y/n asks after she sees him happily take small bites out of the apple and smiles when he looks up at her with a shocked expression. 

“jongho,” the little boy replies giving her a gummy smile after getting the attention he lacks outside of the daycare center, but that story is for another time.

after that encounter, jongho began to open up more to y/n and created a strong relationship with her as he began to babble and speak the few words he knew to communicate with her. she used her time at the center to be able to teach jongho more words, basic knowledge a toddler should know before hitting preschool, and how to find joy in little activities such as drawing, running around the playground, and even breaking apples in half because he seemed super excited every time y/n did it. although y/n still made the efforts to spend time with wooyoung and yeosang, she felt more drawn to jongho as she spent most of her time with him to make sure he never felt neglected or alone in the daycare center. 

she began to notice how every time jongho’s brother came to pick him up, jongho’s smile would turn into a frown and his eyebrows become more knitted showing that he was irritated. y/n knew jongho’s brother from school as he was in her economics and english class and he is most well known for being the captain of Utopia High School basketball team. jongho’s brother was none other than the infamous choi san, who always had a cute eye smile around school that showcased his prominent dimples and his determination and serious face when he is on the court. 

san never uttered a word to y/n whenever he came to pick up jongho. he would just grab the pen with an irritated look on his face, sign his name in order to check jongho out of the daycare, grab jongho’s stuff, and walk out the daycare center with jongho attempting to keep up with his brother’s much longer legs. however, before leaving the door, jongho never failed to give y/n a hug and dig his face into her shoulder when she lifted him up so she did not have to crouch to his height and strain her back. 

everyday became a routine for y/n, she would always walk to school with her best friend mingi, who always made sure she had her breakfast and caught her up on notes that she may have missed due to stressing over her family situation. after school was over, she would walk to the treasure daycare and take care of the three toddlers she has created a soft spot for, especially jongho, and wait until all the kids are picked up by their guardian, and cleans and locks up the place with whoever seems to be working the same shift as her (most of the time it’s seonghwa). 

y/n loves her job as she adores the three adorable children she gets to play and nurture as they grow older and socialize with her two fellow coworkers which she later learned are just softies despite their tall statures. y/n learned how seonghwa is currently attending Aurora University along with hongjoong and works in the daycare center in order to earn money to pay off his college debt. she learned how yunho was san’s best friend and would’ve played basketball with him if it did not involve so much aggression and violence and thus, his friendly giant nature was better served in the daycare center where he could earn his community service hours and play with kids who share the same happy-go-lucky personality he has. the babysitting trio begins to get to know each other better and establish strong friendships. little did they know, their trio would soon be gaining another person. 

choi san spends all his time practicing basketball in order to improve his skills and due to the fact that he is a candidate for a basketball scholarship as aurora university, he does not want to lose the opportunity of obtaining it. all his time goes to practicing that he neglects his other scholarly requirements to graduate, specifically, community service hours. due to his lack of community service hours, the administration building asserts to san that if he cannot earn at least fifty hours by the time basketball season starts, they will take away his title as captain of the basketball team, which gives him a disadvantage in receiving his scholarship.

thinking quickly, he runs to find his best friend yunho on campus to seek advice on what he should do. he quickly spots the six foot giant about to exit the school gates and sprints to him, who stops abruptly after hearing loud footsteps and causes the basketball captain to run into his back.

“oh hey san, why are you on the floor? is it that comfy?” yunho asks with a goofy smile on his face while his best friend is fuming while rubbing his slightly red nose.

“who just stops in the middle of an entrance yunho?! anyways that’s not the point, the administration office just talked to me about lacking community service hours and told me if I don’t get fifty hours by the time basketball season starts, which is in three months, they’re going to take my captain title away from me. no captain title means bye bye scholarship, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!” san begins rambling and pulling at his hair without getting up from the ground.

“okay calm down, look, I think the babysitting center that I volunteer at still has one slot open where you can volunteer, it’s five days a week for like four maybe five hours. before you start worrying about your practice days, seonghwa is pretty lenient on shift hours. even with missing the few days basketball practice is on, it is enough to be able to get you to have an abundant amount of hours to clear fifty by the time the basketball season starts. plus after your shift, you can just pick up jongho afterwards and go straight home” yunho replies in the midst of san’s panic which causes san’s eyes to light up as he jumps up and koala hugs yunho, not caring about the weird stares he was getting from the other students who were leaving school.

“I have never loved your clumsy, giant self more than I do right now. what are we waiting for, let’s go to the daycare center” san says in an excited manner, while clinging onto yunho.

“uhh, can you get off me first?” yunho asks feeling uncomfortable after finally noticing the stares the pair were getting from their student body. 

the two begin their walk to the daycare center and when the open the door, they see seonghwa attempting to clean up after wooyoung and yeosang who continue to get paint all over the table. however, san’s eyes immediately goes to the girl holding his little brother in her lap as he holds a blue color pencil in his left hand, drawing quietly.

y/n look up and asks, “are you here to pick up jongho already? you’re a lot earlier than usual.” all while tilting her head in a confused manner and holding the little boy who looks grumpy at the sight of his brother and turns to hold onto y/n’s neck, resting his head on her shoulder in a direction where he cannot see his brother.

“actually no, I was hoping there was another opening for the job here because I need a lot of community service hours for school”, san replies which caught seonghwa’s attention as he tosses the rag to yunho asking him to clean up the paint and pulls san to the back room to talk to him.

in the back room, seonghwa drags san to sit in a chair, his nurturing, child friend persona gone, as his face turns into one of a strict, militant leader. (I don’t know how to put links to gifs on tumblr but just imagine like wonderland seonghwa’s stage presence LOL).

“I understand how much basketball means to you, but i do not want you to neglect your duties at treasure daycare because of it. these kids are too pure for the world and deserves all the love and attention, if you can’t do that, you can find somewhere else to get your hours. these kids mean everything to me and if you as so much make them cry or put aside their feelings, I will not hesitate to fire you and hit you with my broom.” seonghwa says effectively scaring san as he hears him gulp his saliva nervously while nodding in a quick manner, wanting to go back out to main room as soon as possible. 

seonghwa moves to walk back to the room where everyone else was and changes his face back to his motherly persona. he walks towards y/n and puts his arms out, signalling y/n to hand jongho over to him. obeying his command, y/n places jongho in his arms and in response, jongho wraps his arms around seonghwa.

“y/n, I need you to train the newbie. I would but there is just too much to clean around here and if it’s not spotless in the next hour I will lose my mind. this mess is not good for my mental state and makes me incapable of dealing with stupid people today so please handle the newbie for me” seonghwa commands while rubbing his temples.

y/n nods and gives jongho a kiss on the forehead before going to the back room to find san. she finds him except he looks like he’s seen a ghost. she then approaches him and taps his should which he in turns screams about how he understands and to not get the broom. y/n confused as ever begins by introducing herself.

“hello san, my name is y/n, you may or may not know me from your economics or english class but seonghwa wants me to train you for your job here”, y/n says while smiling at the boy who is finally regaining his sanity after his little outburst.

san reaches to shake her hand and then introduces himself, still recovering from the verbal beating he had gotten from seonghwa without y/n’s knowledge of what had occurred in the back room as of recently. 

for the rest of the day y/n is describing the certain tasks that san will have to take on during his shift from washing the dirty dishes, setting up the cots for nap time, and playing with the three toddlers, much to jongho’s dismay. the more y/n was around san, the more she noticed how uninterested he was in working at the daycare center, as he was mostly staring out the window or the clock wondering when he can finally go home. seonghwa had asked y/n to lock up after she left as he had a night class today and yunho had taken the kids outside to watch the sunset and have a small picnic in the yard. as they were the only two in the room, she thought maybe conversing with him would make him feel more comfortable working at the daycare center. 

“so I heard you’re really good at basketball, how’s that going?” y/n asked while smiling at the boy who had snapped out of his daze out the window.

“I could be at the basketball court right now instead of here with a bunch of children and dirty dishes” san mumbled which caused y/n to frown at his attitude.

“but looking past the dirty dishes, this place is amazing. they have the cutest kids who have the warmest hearts and brightest smiles. I am so thankful that seonghwa hired me as I got the opportunity to meet the sweetest kids and the most amazing coworkers”, y/n says optimistically, her resolve beginning to break after dealing with san for the past five hours.

“these kids wouldn’t know what working hard is like, I waste my time here doing everything for them instead of them learning to do it themselves” san mumbles in reply which is becomes y/n’s breaking point.

“that’s it. I am so fed up with your stupid grumpy attitude. I tried so hard to get you to warm up and make you enjoy your job. but you only think about yourself and what your interests are. can’t you be selfless for once in your damn life and think about someone other than yourself. you have no idea what it is like to work for the benefit of helping others as all you think about is your stupid basketball. you try having to work countless job to be able to provide for your family and paying of the debt your father created after he left your mom to deal with. that is the life I am trying to keep these kids from experiencing. if constantly babying them prevents them from going through what I had to as a child, I would sacrifice anything for them to never have to even see what that life is like” y/n says with a ferocity that san has never seen, it was incomparable to the most aggressive basketball players he’s seen. the difference was behind y/n’s eyes there was a hint of pain behind them.

y/n threw down the rag she was holding from cleaning the water around the sink and walked out the back room, as far from san as possible. she walked outside towards yunho and the kids with an irritated look on her face. jongho noticing her distress, waddles his way to her and hugs her legs as a way of comfort. y/n picks him up and hugs him, trying her hardest not to cry at the thought of jongho, wooyoung, and yeosang having to go through the experience she had as a child. yunho notices y/n on the verge of tears and begins worrying for her and asks, “y/n, are you feeling alright?”

y/n uses her arm that was not carrying jongho to wipe the tears borderline from falling from her eyes. “yes, I just got a little frustrated with san, training him made me a little stressed out” y/n replied feeling jongho tighten his grip on her at the mention of his brother’s name.  

“san is really hard headed at times and doesn’t think about anything but basketball, but deep down, he’s super nice goofball who’s just buried under a lot of stress” yunho reasoned while cleaning up the paper plates and plastic utensils the kids had used to eat during their picnic.

y/n began patting jongho’s back as he was dosing of on her shoulder, nuzzling himself into the crook of her neck. she noticed someone was staring at her and looked towards the sliding door. she saw san standing by the window looking in her direction, specifically at his little brother asleep on her shoulder with a little drool sticking out of his mouth. he opened the sliding door and walked towards the pair. he noticed how his y/n’s face turned colder the closer he came towards her and his little brother. he sat down next to y/n as she tried to avoid eye contact with him as much as possible, turned her body away from the star basketball player, and clutched onto jongho tighter in order to comfort herself.

“listen y/n I’m sorry, I had no idea what you went through in your childhood years. I was being insensitive to your feelings and generosity while you were training me. I really appreciate you taking time out of playing with the kids to be able to make me a better worker. I also want to apologize for being so selfish and only thinking about my basketball career when I have three other children to care for now. I will try to be a better babysitter and take the workload off your shoulders and hopefully work my way up to being your friend eventually if you allow me to”, san said while pouting and looking down at the grass that suddenly seemed like the most interesting thing in the world. 

y/n smiled and scooted closer to san. with her free hand that was not holding onto jongho, she put her hand on his should in order to comfort and coax him out of his guilt. “I understand how much basketball means to you and how passionate you are in pursuing your hobbies, I guess I forgot what it was like to enjoy your favorite activities and took it a little too hard on you. after my dad left, I had to give up drawing and art classes as it became too expensive for my mom to pay for. I guess I had to grow up a lot faster than the kids around me and I was never allowed to develop a passion that I could really enjoy. that’s why when I started working here, I wanted wooyoung, yeosang, and jongho to never have to grow up faster than they need to and find things they can enjoy for themselves, instead of having fate choose their paths for them,” y/n said sadly while looking at san, trying her hardest not to let any tears fall.

san closed the space between him and y/n and pulled her into a side hug as best he could as it was hard to due to the fact that he did not want to wake up his little brother that was in her other arm. when y/n was in san’s arms, she used her one arm to awkwardly pat his shoulder as a sign that she forgave him for his rotten attitude from earlier and acknowledges his attempt in comforting her. she leaned her head onto his shoulder and let her tears fall freely as she began having flashbacks of her father packing his suitcases and leaving her and her mother with a large amount of debt for the two to pay off. 

san began noticing his sweater getting wet and hugged onto her tighter, letting her use his sweater as her personal tissue, not minding the amount of tears and snot that was being spilled on it. he began to rub her back and whispered the best comforting words he could as he has never been in a situation where he had to make a girl feel better since he has spent all his time playing basketball. the closest thing he’s had to a girlfriend was his basketball for christ sake. y/n began giggling at his efforts to get her stop crying and lifted her face for san to see her beautiful smile to which he returned with his closed eyed smiles that showed his adorable dimples.

in the distance however, yunho was holding wooyoung and yeosang in both his arms awkwardly, not knowing whether he should interrupt the potential romantic moment to tell them to go inside before they start getting mosquito bites or leave them alone to have their moment and take the other two boys inside before they freeze their little toddler bums off. he looked at wooyoung who was smiling at the scene in front of them and then looked at yeosang who was hiding his face in yunho’s hoodie afraid that he will see the two kiss, causing san catch cooties from y/n. 

deciding to go with the poor boy hiding , he moves his face towards the mop of brown hair hiding in his hoodie he loudly whispers in his ear “is telling them to go inside the daycare center the move?” causing the little yeosang to lift his head to look at yunho in question.

wooyoung catching onto what yunho was saying immediately, decides to make an executive decision without consulting his fellow third wheelers by screaming, “SAN, Y/N, YUNHO THINKS THAT YOU SHOULD STOP SHARING COOTIES AND COME INSIDE BEFORE THE LITTLE BUGGIES GIVE YOU OUCHIES!!” leaving yunho to face palm and yeosang to follow yunho’s action only for him to whine when he hit his forehead a little too hard, causing yunho to move his hand to lightly rub the poor boy’s red spot on his forehead. 

this made y/n and san turn their head towards the giant babysitter sitting on picnic blanket with the two toddlers on each thigh. wooyoung bouncing with a proud aura around him, thinking he was being a big boy and helping yunho take charge. while yeosang had little tears in his eyes as the impact of hitting his forehead too hard was finally setting in, making a stinging feeling spread through his head. 

meanwhile, jongho wakes up from wooyoung’s loud voice and lets out a whine as he rubs the sleep from his eyes with his little chubby baby fists. his eyes land on y/n above him to which he readjusts his grip on her neck reaches up to kiss her cheek. he then turns to look next to y/n where he spots his brother with his arms around y/n. seeing this, jongho springs to action by reaching towards his brother and using his little hand to push his brother’s face away from y/n. due to the force of little jongho’s hands, san ended up falling backwards, his head landing into a puddle of mud. y/n cringed a little at the poor boy’s predicament while the other four boys began laughing pointing at san’s now muddy hair, with yunho laughing the loudest of the bunch. 

y/n stood up with jongho in her arm and used her free arm to reach out and help san stand to his feet. as soon as san stood up, he could feel the muddy water slide down his sweater and small amounts of mud makes its way down his face. seeing the mud continue to travel all over san, yunho began laughing even louder and harder, adding in a couple of knee slaps.

“oh seonghwa is not going to be happy if you come into the center like that. he’ll go crazy in the morning when he sees how much mud you’ve brought into the center and dirtying his perfect white carpet,” y/n said, looking at the boy guiltily, while jongho who was facing away from his brother had a mischievous smile on his face as he leaned his cheek onto y/n’s shoulder.  

once yunho calmed down from his laughing fit and wiped the tears forming in his eyes, he stood up with the two kids still in his arms and walked towards to daycare center to find some towels to help his best friend dry off and clean up at least a little bit before he went home.

as the three third wheelers made their way into the daycare center, san, y/n, and jongho were left outside. san and y/n continued to stare at each other, while jongho glared at his older brother for taking y/n’s attention away from him. 

“I really appreciate you manning up and apologizing to me san, it was a really mature thing of you to do”, y/n says smiling in his direction causing san to smile back in return. 

the three outside then hears footsteps approaching the daycare center. they look up and see hongjoong walking towards them, coming to pick up wooyoung and yeosang. as hongjoong got closer, he noticed san, began smiling, and running up to the boy until he notices the boy is covered in mud and cringes.

“hello san, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you! hope the basketball team is doing well under your leadership.” hongjoong greets the muddy boy while smiling brightly.

hongjoong and san have been friends for years as hongjoong was the previous basketball team captain at Utopia High School before he graduated and passed on his legacy to san. san regularly goes to hongjoong to seek advice on certain problems that are plaguing his mind and take a toll on his mental state.

san smiles replies, “it’s been good, I’ve fallen behind on my community service hours so I am trying to catch up on them by working at the daycare center. if I don’t hit fifty hours in three months, they’re taking away my captain title”. 

hongjoong nods in understanding and then waves at y/n and making small conversation with her as he looks in the window to see yunho helping wooyoung and yeosang pack their belongings into their backpack, getting ready to go home. soon, wooyoung and yeosang make their way outside towards hongjoong who gives them each a hug and holds their hand. 

“give me second kiddos, I have to sign you both out and then we can head home” hongjoong says to the kids in a gentle manner as he makes his way towards the daycare center and grabs the pen yunho is holding to sign the binder.

hongjoong then gives the pen back to yunho and goes back to grab both wooyoung and yeosang’s hand once again and lead them to his car to drive them home. as yunho, y/n, san, and jongho watches hongjoong drive away from the daycare center, yunho throws a towel at san which he catches with ease, with yunho screaming at him to get as much mud off as possible before seonghwa kills all of them. rolling his eyes, san wipes as much of the mud off as possible until the pristine white towel was completely different shades of brown. y/n then grabs the towel from san and hands him jongho and goes into the daycare center to place the towel into the dirty hamper filled with dish rags and the kiddo’s dirty painting aprons. 

san goes towards the door where yunho is waiting with the sign out binder with a pen, trying his best to hold in his laugh as the mud had dried up san’s hair to where it looks like dry ramen. san rolls his eyes and snatches the pen away from yunho and signs the sign out sheet next to jongho’s name. as soon as he is done signing, y/n comes out of the back room with her stuff, cheering about how she is ready to go home after a long day. yunho goes to turn off all the lights and makes sure the place is spotless clean to ensure that seonghwa will not scold them when he comes to open the daycare center the next day. after turning off the lights, the last remaining four humans at the daycare center leave the building and y/n uses the key seonghwa gave her to lock the front door and goes around the back to lock the back door as well. 

“well, I’m going to head off first, I haven’t done the economics homework in the past week so I have a lot of catching up to do, see you tomorrow” yunho blurts out in the awkward silence and begins sprinting down the pavement towards the direction of his home causing san, y/n, and jongho to laugh at the boy.

san looks towards y/n with jongho in his arms and speaks up. “thank you for training me today y/n, even though I am probably the most difficult trainee you have ever had to deal with” he says while rubbing the back of his neck with jongho pouting as he wanted to be held by y/n.

“well considering you’re the only trainee I’ve had to train here, I would say you’re the best and worst trainee I’ve ever had to tolerate” y/n replies giggling.

jongho lets out a whine in san’s arms and attempts to reach for y/n to the best of his small body’s abilities. “hey jongho, what’s the matter with you, you’ve cuddled y/n enough for today, we have to go home for dinner before mom yells at us for being home late,” san scolds the boy causing him to whine louder.

y/n reaches for jongho to hold him and explains to san, “jongho has a somewhat ritual that he has to do before leaving the daycare center, where he always wants a hug from me before he leaves, no matter how late you two are running. I really don’t mind anyways since I love hugs and jongho just looks super happy after getting his hug” while rubbing jongho’s back to calm him down as jongho squeezes onto y/n tighter. 

after their little hug, y/n hands jongho back to san where the three walks away from the daycare center and part ways to make their journey back to their respective homes. 

as san is walking with jongho asleep in his arms towards their home, he begins thinking about how working at the daycare center may not be as bad as he originally thought, especially with his best friend yunho there to entertain him and y/n who could potential be a good friend of his if he plays his cards right. he felt as if y/n and him had some kind of connection on the grass and felt proud that he could comfort a girl that way crying after spending his whole life with a basketball as his soulmate. with all these thoughts running through his head, there was one big question that was plaguing his mind at that very moment:

did yunho really just cockblock me?

[sluttywoozi]

Em’s Chubby!Reader Masterlist

Seventeen

Headcanons

Choi Seungcheol

Yoon Jeonghan

Hong Joshua

Wen Junhui

Kwon Soonyoung

Jeon Wonwoo

Lee Jihoon

Xu Minghao

Kim Mingyu

Lee Seokmin

Boo Seungkwan

Chwe Vernon

Lee Chan

Fics

Risk It All | chs x f!reader

Enjoy The Masterpiece | kmg x f!reader

Undone | kmg x f!reader

Like A Melody | ljh x f!reader

Babydoll | csc x f!reader

Asks

Cooking with Mingyu

Stray Kids

Headcanons

Bang Chan

Hwang Hyunjin

Lee Felix

Kim Seungmin

Ateez

Headcanons

Kim Hongjoong

Park Seonghwa

Choi San

Song Mingi

Jung Wooyoung

[forthechubbies]

Roadkill°{Rated X} Drabble ->Series

Criminal!Woosan x Victim!Chubby Reader

W! MOMMY KINK!, MILF! Reader,Strong Language, Sexual themed , mentions of prostitution, Alcohol, and pissed off San yummy 😋...Wooyoung is a mean drunk by the way.

"I said take a left, dumbass!!!"

It is often mentioned that nobody can bear the burden of a guilty conscience. However, have you ever considered what happens when someone or a group of people shamelessly disregard feelings of regret, remorse, and the basic principles of humanity?

Instead, they prioritize their own selfish desires for greed, wealth, and personal gratification, even if it means hurting others.

"ITS HARD TO FUCKIN HEAR OVER THESE SIRENS"

The individuals are the Korean bonnie & clyde; Jung Woo-young; the man driving the getaway van and Choi San the man poorly reading directions. Not much is known about these menances besides them being nothing but a handful of trouble.

Cutting through a rural region facilitated the pair's escape. The guys puffed, drawing in as much breath as possible before bursting into nervous laughter between the duo.

“Oh, sh*t, that was close. Lucky us, huh?" remarked Wooyoung.

San sat in despair and rolled his eyes, saying, "Drive the fucking car.." He had had enough of his beloved for the day.

.....

The stillness between the lovers was uncomfortable following today's somewhat botched theft. San was the one who broke the stillness. "I'll be back," he said casually over his shoulder as he crossed over the motel entrance. Wooyoung huffed, hot on San's trail. "Where are you going?" he inquired, without shoes in the crisp autumn air.

"For a walk." San said, plainly

Instead of confronting San's emotions based on his actions, Wooyoung answered, "Okay." Wooyoung steps furiously into the van before speeding away into the night..l

San didn't bother giving him a moment's glimpse.

What the hell is this place?! Wooyoung was driving through this dump of a town, venting his frustration. He was cruising down the deserted streets when he stumbled upon a crappy gas station. "Just in time," he muttered to himself as he pulled up to the pump. But of course, the tank was empty. "Fuck!" Wooyoung screamed as he punched the steering wheel in anger.

....

In the depths of despair, San painfully acknowledged the vast gap of time without his foolish lover. Anxiety consumed him as futile calls left him restless. Where could that ass be?

By the roadside, the van sat motionless, as if devoid of any purpose. Within its confines, a wooyoung, heavily intoxicated, slumped over carelessly, encircled by a sea of discarded beer bottles. His supposedly peaceful slumber was abruptly shattered by the obnoxious blaring of his cell phone...again

Wooyoung bellowed furiously through the speaker. "Ugh, What..what- Ah! Shit!.... Quit goddamn yelling in my fucking ear!.. ... How the fuck am I supposed to know where the hell I am?! I just woke the fuck up!.....wah! I'm not some damn drunk-asshole! You've been a colossal asswipe all day.. I fucking saved your sorry ass and all you gave a shit about is the dead bitch on the pavement...... He. would have..fucking killed you!... You dumbass."

San's mind was filled with a disturbing idea - were they heartless murderers or courageous outlaws? The reality was horrifying. They were criminals, but taking a life was an entirely new level of wickedness. However, San couldn't ignore the fact that they were not entirely innocent either. The truth was staggering and left San in a state of shock.

During their incarceration, whispers circulated about his involvement in sinister dealings that involved the disappearance of both guards and fellow inmates. But he was not acting alone, driven by a primal instinct to survive.

However, Wooyoung was a different breed altogether. His thirst for blood was almost demonic, a rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins like a sweet poison.

He reveled in it, relishing the taste of fear and the power it gave him. It was as if he had made a deal with the devil himself, and now he was paying the price in flesh and bone.

San's point was clear: Wooyoung possessed the power to decide the fate of that man, whether to merciless slaughter him or spare his wretched existence.

The man, feeble and defenseless, posed no immediate danger. Yet, in a twisted display of sadistic pleasure, Wooyoung coldly pressed the barrel of his gun against the man's vulnerable skull, relishing in the anticipation of the impending explosion. And then, with a resounding bang, the man's life was abruptly extinguished, his blood mingling with the already crimson-stained surroundings.

In a state of intoxication, Wooyoung seized control of the wheel.

Tragically, lost in his drunken haze, he dared to shut his eyes for what seemed like a mere moment. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced through the air, jolting him awake... Shit. He hastily pulled over, compelled to investigate, only to be confronted with a shocking sight - a lifeless woman sprawled before him.

He gnashed his teeth, the very last thing he wanted was the hassle of concealing a dead body. Wooyoung's gaze crept up your limbs until it met your face...Shit, she's bleeding a bit but she'll live...I must have scared her out of her wits and she passed out. The longer Wooyoung stared, the more he discerned your profession.

At first, The school girl uniform puzzled him but there's no way in hell, Parents would allow their daughter out the door the way your dressed.

He audaciously dropped to his knees in the grass beside your form, your name tag proudly displaying "Yn" with a heart-shaped flourish. "Bunny Lounge..." he uttered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're nothing but a filthy prostitute." A humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he continued, "My dear, you are far too beautiful to be a whor-"

His intentions abruptly shifted towards your forsaken purse, mere inches away from your body. A wicked smirk danced upon his lips as he scoffed, relishing in the sinister thrill of his impending actions.

"Just hold on a minute, Sweetheart," He sneered.

With a savage force, Wooyoung tore through the contents of your purse, his hands ravaging through the remnants of your personal belongings. And then, amidst the chaos, he stumbled upon a collection of cherished family photographs, capturing the essence of your existence alongside your innocent baby twin sons.

The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, electrifying his twisted mind. "You... you're a mother..."

A wave of sorrow washed over him as memories from his troubled childhood resurfaced. He was raised by a single mother who tirelessly struggled to provide for him, doing whatever it took to ensure there was food on the table.

He sensually pressed his ear against your heaving bosom, captivated by the rhythmic melody of your steady heartbeat... Wooyoung wasn't the cuddlyist person in the world but he found instant relief being against your skin.

San was teetering on the edge of madness, his mind consumed by fury, when his spouse burst through the door, guzzling down yet another bottle of the delectable soju. "Daddy's finally graced us with his presence," San sneered.

Woo-young's freakin' good-looking mug was all shiny, like he'd been doused in oil or somethin'. "Sannie-ah!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" San exploded, launching himself at Wooyoung and forcefully slamming him against the door. "It's fucking 3am. Where the hell were you?"

"I... I killed an angel," Wooyoung whispered, a sinister giggle escaping his lips as he leaned in close to San's ear. "She's so soft n' sweet...like you." His tongue grazed San's stud earrings. "So I had to keep her-..I had no choice.."

San brushed off Wooyoung's words, tossing him aside like a rag doll as he stormed out of the motel room. But as he took a few steps away, doubt began to creep into his mind. Could it be possible that his drunken lover was actually telling the truth?

As he crept towards the van's rear, his heart pounded with fear. San's hands trembled as he reached for the cold metal handles of the doors. With a deep breath, he pulled them open, and his breath caught in his throat. In the center of the mattress lay a woman.No angel. your dirty body was bound and gagged, your blouse ripped open to reveal a lacy bra. The sight was enough to make San's blood run cold. He knew he had stumbled upon something truly terrifying.

San held his breath slamming the doors shut before rushing to confront the murderer. Wooyoung flinched at the sound of the door. " You look pissed." He chuckled. "Did you see my piece of heaven? Beautiful. Right?!"

Meanwhile, in the cold. As you slowly regained awareness, your foot landed on a glass bottle, knocking it against others. Bringing you up to speed on the issue.

Your heart races as you feel the panic set in. The pressure is crushing you, and you can't even sit up because of the damn rope tying you down. You look around frantically, trying to make sense of your surroundings. Are you outside? In a shed? No, it's a van. Your mind races as you try to figure out how to escape this nightmare.

"You're nothing but a filthy prostitute." A man's voice was the last thing you heard before you fully lost consciousness.

As your captors' voices grew louder, the chilling realization hit you like a ton of bricks - would you ever lay eyes on your beloved boys again? Tears threatened to spill, but you had no time for weakness.

Upon opening the doors, The men found you conscious and confused you stared at them as if their aliens. "Oh shit, She's alive." Wooyoung slurred, "See, Sannie, you hit me for nothing." He happily crawled into the van climbing up your body as you struggled. "Easy, mommy, you don't want to hurt your-"

San aggressively punished his lover upside the head. "Ya! The fuck is wrong with you?! This isn't us." He snatched his lover against the wall of the van with a Slam.

Wooyoung groaned, enjoying the feeling of being manhandled. " We're criminals, Dickhead, bad stuff is what we done." He couldn't take his eyes off your exposed legs. "We should reap the benefits. Don't you think, Sannie?"

San snatched Wooyoung's jaw forcing him to look at him. "There's a fine line between Criminals and monsters and that " He uses his head to movement towards your shaken figure. "Is going overboard!"

San had clearly had enough for the night, but Wooyoung wasn't going to let him get away with it. In a drunken rage, he snapped back, defending himself with all the aggression he could muster.

"Sleep in the damn van!" San barked at Wooyoung, not bothering to look back. "Fucking animal " He hoisted himself onto the bed, forcefully wrapping the rope that restrained your wrists around his neck, and effortlessly lifted you up.

As you observed the furious Wooyoung venting his frustration on the van, you instinctively leaned closer to San, finding some solace in his comforting presence.

..to be continued ♡

[frenchkisstheabyss]

🖤 Ateez Thinks Your Belly's Lovely 🖤

🖤 This is for my plus-size Atinys who are babes with bellies. If no one’s told you how absolutely fucking sexy your belly is, you’re about to hear it now you badass goddess. Let’s get into it. 

🖤 Pairing: ot8!ateez x chubby!fem!reader

🖤 Genre: le smut, all of le smut

🖤 Warnings: unprotected sex, cream pie, squint & you miss it soft dom vibes, lots of belly squishing/kissing/grabbing cause they love it, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breeding kink, hickeys, nicknames (princess, good girl), cockwarming

🖤 Yeosang loves to eat you out up against the wall, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder and his face buried between your thighs licking up and down your delicate folds. There’s nothing like bringing his mouth up to nibble on your belly while he’s drunk off of your pussy, his face wet with your juices. He could stay on his knees all night leaving little marks on your stomach as his fingers drag along the walls of your warm pussy, gently coaxing you toward your high. 

🖤 Jongho needs to have you on your back when he’s working his tongue deep enough into your core that his nose rubs against your stiff, twitching clit when he looks up to watch you make those pretty faces that you do. His hands are basically glued to your belly from the start, his fingers addicted to its softness. He grips it even harder when your back begins to arch, the muscles beneath your plush contracting as you cry out his name and completely ruin his sheets for the third time tonight. 

🖤 San thinks you have the most beautiful face he’s ever seen but he’ll never pass up the chance to have you on all fours for him, your gorgeous ass raised in the air as you take every rigid inch he feeds into your warmth until he bottoms out and you’re trembling enough that he has to hold you up. He could grab your hips but it’s always your belly instead. It gets him harder than anything to caress it, feeling that satisfying jiggle each time he slams you back down against him, hitting your sweet spot just the way you like. 

🖤 Mingi never cums harder than when he can watch your belly jiggle while he fucks into you, your arousal sticky and sweet along his length when he pulls out to see how wet he's made you. As if he can’t feel it. He has the most fun when he slides out enough that only the swollen tip of his cock remains in you and you’re pouting like the princess you are. He’s in heaven grabbing handfuls of your stomach when the teasing gets to be too much and you’re rocking yourself up and down on his cock, more needy than you’ve ever been. 

🖤Yunho doesn’t need there to be any motion at all to enjoy your belly. His favorite nights are ones spent with you sitting in his lap with your back to him and your pussy hugging his cock. He keeps his hands under your t-shirt, twisting your perky nipples and kneading your belly. You’re ethereal when you’re blissed out like this, leaning back to whisper how much you want him. He could go on like this all night, smoothing your belly with his palms, feeling you clench tighter and tighter until you’re cumming and mewling in his lap. 

🖤 Hongjoong has made it clear that doesn’t want you to ever have to lift a finger to cum. All you have to do is lay back and be pretty while he makes sure that you feel good. If you want, he’s more than happy to sit between your legs and watch the juices trickle out of you from how intensely the vibrating head of your wand stimulates your clit. The power of the vibrator when it brushes against your belly always sends little shockwaves through it that make it impossible to resist reaching up to indulge in its plushness. 

🖤 Hwa can’t focus on anything else on those days when he knows you’re at home, panties soaked from how desperate you are for him to finish work and come breed you. You’re such a good girl when it comes to taking every drop of thick white seed he can fill your womb up with. Afterward, he cuddles up beside you with his head on your belly, his fingers plugging up your fluttering pussy to make sure nothing spills out. He loves to kiss your belly and nuzzle against it, whispering praises that make you feel as special as you are. 

🖤 Woo isn’t ashamed to admit what a simp he is, and always will be, for your body. You have him salivating when you walk around the apartment in nothing but a thong that highlights the curve of your lower belly and a super short crop top that barely covers your tits. It’s incredibly hot when your belly squishes and bounces as you do regular household chores. It’s usually only a matter of minutes before he folds and has you riding him on any surface he can get you on, letting you use his cock to stretch and please your gushing core.

[dear-yunho]

Jealousy

Pairing : Choi San (ATEEZ) x Female!Reader Genre : Angsty Fluff Word Count : 3,685 Author’s Note : Haiii! UwU please enjoy and if you have requests let me know! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You were barely awake for more than two minutes when the slamming of a door made you sit up and cast a sidelong glance to the empty spot in the bed beside you.

San’s spot, which had been filled an hour ago when you’d briefly woken up to get a drink of water, was painfully empty, the dent where his body had been still warm. With a sigh you dragged yourself out of the comfort and warmth of your own position, casting a quick glance around the room in search of a hint for his sudden departure. Your only clue was his phone, which was discarded, still unlocked, on his bedside table. Normally you’d never touch his phone, you trusted San and he you, so there had never before been a reason for you to use it without his permission or knowledge first. This wasn’t normal though, your usually bubbly boyfriend had stormed his way from the room with barely more than a grunt from his mouth and you were pretty sure that the door might have splintered somewhere from the pure force he’d used to slam it closed behind him. So you picked up his phone, squinting through the haze of sleep in your eyes at the far too bright screen, taking a moment to process what you saw. Your heart plummeted heavily. An image, which he’d zoomed into, of you in the arms of someone else. Someone that wasn’t San. Around the image were words, toxic words that you barely read more than a sentence of to know that whoever had written this would be a better fiction writer than a reporter. Any idiot should be able to tell that this photo is years old, taken at least 2 years before you’d even met San. Your long hair, which was short now, was still it’s natural colour rather than the bleached waves it fell to your shoulders at now and your face still had a tinge of chubbiness on it that in the last year had completely evaporated thanks to your fruitless endeavour to help San in learning his difficult choreographies.   And yet it had clearly been the source of San’s rage, because he’d left his phone open on the image, zoomed into the way that the tall figure’s hands wrapped around yours and his dark eyes held on your figure with a loving gaze. Your heart panged lowly in your chest as you locked his screen and pocketed his phone, intending to take it to him when you confronted him for acting like a child over a photo that now meant nothing to you. “Y/n?” A soft knock, which was instantly followed by the creak of the abused door swinging open on it’s hinges had you lifting your head warily to greet the tallest member of the group as he squeezed into the room. His hand pressed the door shut as he fixed a concerned gaze on you, his bright hair still ruffled from the sleep he must have been awakened from. He’d graciously accepted moving into the room beside yours and San’s, the room he’d once shared with the blonde haired boy until San had begged for you to be able to move into the dorms a year into your relationship. The entertainment label had left it up to the boys to discuss, claiming that as long as you and San remained cautious they had no problems in where you did or didn’t live. The only person who had at first been against it was Wooyoung, although even then you’d known it wasn’t about you. He wasn’t ready to share his best friend more than he already had to. Eventually, clearly, he’d given in and even apologised to you, confiding his fears to you and earning a heartfelt assurance from you that though you’d be living here, San would still love him as much as ever, and he’d lose no extra attention than he had when you lived in your own apartment. Thankfully, that had remained true or else you wouldn’t have known what to do. You certainly couldn’t stomach the idea of being the issue between those two. “Hey Yunho.” You greeted him, sitting on the edge of your shared bed and smiling at him in a way that you were pretty sure displayed every emotion you’d rather him not see from you right now. He grimaced, confirming your thoughts, and sat beside you, slinging his arm over your shoulders and drawing you into a one armed hug. “What happened?” You allowed your head to thump onto his shoulder, fingers trembling in your lap as the reality caught up to you. San was mad at you. San, the boy with a dimpled smile and soft whiney voice that could barely hold a glare for longer than ten seconds, was genuinely pissed at you over a picture that was two years old, a picture that he’d never seen before because you’d never thought it would matter. Until now. Instead of answering Yunho you handed San’s phone over to him, watching him tap in the passcode that only the two of you knew because you’d all been in the same room when a drunken San had announced he was going to make it a combination of your and his birthdays. A sharp lance of pain speared your throat at the memory of that night, once Yunho had stumbled out to his room and passed out half on his bed and Half off it, you’d curled up in San’s arms as he sang into your hair, occasional hiccups or giggles interrupting his serenades. You didn’t want to lose him over something so stupid, something so old and insignificant to you. Wordlessly you watched Yunho read the article and watched his long slender fingers zoom into the photo as his brows creased in further concern. He made an effort to force away his misgivings when he finally looked up at you from the screen, which you might have appreciated more had you not already seen his expression. “It’s old.” You confirmed before he could ask the question clearly on his mind, and he nodded slowly, handing you back San’s phone. “Your hair is longer in that photo.” He agreed, as if it had only just occurred to him. You nodded, fingers playing idly with San’s phone. It didn’t have a case on it anymore, because he’d broken it a week ago in a pflayfight with Wooyoung and you knew he’d been meaning to replace it, but his schedule had been hectic since then. You’d planned to take him out this morning to help him find one, because even a small thing like that was important to him. So you couldn’t imagine how heartbroken he must have felt seeing that photo, whether or not he believed that it was recent or while you were together. Yunho squeezed your shoulder gently, his lips pouting a little at the sad expression on your face. Your bottom lip trembled and you turned into his chest, burying your face there and letting a few silent tears escape while his hand moved to your back, patting soothingly as he mumbled comforting words to you. You could barely hear him, because it didn’t matter. If you lost San, everything would cease to matter. You couldn’t even imagine a world in which his dimpled smile didn’t greet you every morning accompanied with his gravelly morning voice or the sweet kisses that he would spontaneously gift you at the silliest of times. You didn’t want to think about how you would get through a whole day, let alone the rest of your life, without a single one of the constant texts that often filled your phone from him, either sweetly checking up on you or whining that he missed you into a voicemail. “Maybe we should go find him and explain.” Yunho finally pushed you off his chest, his finger titling your chin up as his thumb swiped away your tears with a sad smile down at you. You wanted to shake your head and bundle yourself back into his arms. But you knew he was right, however much you dreaded facing San and seeing angry expression and hearing his accusations, you and San both deserved to at least discuss it. You needed to at least attempt to tell him it was an old picture, you needed the chance to save your relationship. “Okay.” You whispered through a sniffle, letting the taller boy stand and help you up, your fingers clasped too tightly around San’s phone. He must have muted his notifications so he wouldn’t wake you this morning when he’d rolled over to check his phone, because since you’d woken up none of the usual thousands of twitter notifications had vibrated the device. Which only made you sadder. He was so considerate, caring and loving. Like it was an instinct driven deep into his core and bones, and you couldn’t even be bothered to let him know about a photo that had been bound to be used against you at some point. Another sniffle let you and Yunho grabbed your hand, giving it a quick squeeze before opening the bedroom door and stepping out, holding it open for you to follow. You stared at him for a moment, taking in the dark circles below his kind eyes and the overall dishevelled appearance that clung to his tall form as he waited. His shirt was half tucked into the pants that he slept in and his hair was a bigger mess than you’d originally thought, the odd strand sticking up in directions that might have been comical to you in another situation. He looked exhausted, bone weary, but still he’d dragged himself out of bed to check on you and continued to help you now when it was clear he needed the sleep more than probably anyone else in the dorm did. Afterall, he stayed the latest overnight in the dance studio, practising the dance moves over and over until he reached perfection and then some, all so he could confidently help his members learn the moves quicker. You felt more tears prick the backs of your eyes and you swallowed past the huge lump in your throat, stepping past him and waiting for him before you continued on down the hall. Out of all the members in the dorm, you were the closest to Yunho, which may have something to do with the fact he very near to shared yours and San’s room with the closeness of his. But he was also the easiest to talk to, his bright encouraging smile always lit up every room he walked into and his intense loyalty to everyone in his family, Ateez and yourself included in that, were some of your favourite qualities in the puppy like boy. You both heard San before you found him, the sounds of objects being pushed around echoing solidly throughout the entire dorm, from the only room that had objects big enough to make that much noise being moved; the lounge room. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were leant, arms crossed, outside the entry way to the room when you and Yunho approached, both looking an equal mix of confused and miffed. “What’s wrong with him?” Hongjoong asked when you both were close enough to hear the bitter tone in his voice; San must have woken him. “What happened?” Seonghwa added in a much softer voice, casting his leader a berating glance then looking at you, the kindness almost physically dripping from his eyes as he waited patiently for an explanation. You swallowed, eyes darting between them and the closed door that separated you and San. You didn’t want to explain it to them, not when he was so close. You just wanted to see him, to hold his hands and explain it to him. “I…” You tried to focus over the heart shattering sounds of San cursing softly, yet loud enough to be heard through the door, after a particularly hard shove of one of the objects in the room that he was abusing. Yunho cleared his throat and squeezed your hand once more. “I’ll tell you, let’s let them speak.” He directed his words to his older members, jerking his head off down the hall. You felt a brief spark of panic at the idea of facing San alone when he was like this, which was quickly berated down by the voice in the back of your head reminding you that San would never hurt you. No matter how mad he was, he would never lift his hands against you in a threatening manner. So you forced away the feeling and nodded thankfully at Yunho, allowing Seonghwa to pull you into a sudden and brief hug. “Whatever it is, you can talk to me about it later if you need.” He murmured quietly to you, in a voice meant only for you before he let you go and hurried after Yunho and Hongjoong’s retreating forms. The sounds in the room had stopped now and you held your hand to the door handle for a silent moment, wondering if San had calmed down or if he was simply just exhausted with moving things around. You assumed the latter more likely than the former. With a heavy heart you pushed on the door and slipped into the room, blinking in the sudden blindingly bright light that greeted you and taking a moment to adjust to it. When you did finally adjust, your heart nearly stopped. San, hair somehow messier than Yunho’s, stood in the centre of the chaos that surrounded the room, his chest heaving and sweat coating his skin. You’d expected him to look mad, angry or sad even but he just looked lost and hurt, his eyes finding yours instantly. “San…” You whispered, jumping violently when the door slammed behind you, no longer having the support of your fingers to hold it open because they were clasped hard over your mouth. He remained silent, lips trembling much like yours as he stared back at you. You wanted nothing more than to launch yourself across the insignificant space between you, to wrap yourself into the arms that had held you lovingly so many times in the last year and a half that you’d been together. You wanted it so badly that your muscles trembled with the effort to hold you in place and a tiny whimper poured from your lips, silenced by the weight of your fingers over them. “San,” You repeated his name again when you had control over your voice, taking a tiny step forwards towards him. His whole body flinched in place, as if you’d lashed out physically at him and you froze, sure that he must be able to hear the sound of your heart crashing to the ground and shattering into a million tiny pieces. “I’m sorry.” It was the wrong thing to say, because you were sure to his mind it implied that what he’d seen was recent. But you couldn’t figure out what the right thing to say here was. You could explain it all to him, but you weren’t entirely sure that he could hear you right now. You weren’t even convinced that his glazed over eyes were seeing you either. A lone tear, cold like it had been collected and waiting in your eyes for too long, slipped down your cheek as you stood, waiting for some kind of epiphany on what to do hit you. In the end it was San that made the first move, crossing the room and lifting his hand to cup your face, thumb absently sweeping away the tear that still glistened just above your lip. You held your breath, mind reeling with the possibilities of what was going to happen. Was it only by instinct that he’d come to you to wipe your tears, like he had always done. Or had it been an excuse to scream at you for the photo, for never showing it to him before? Or was it something else? “Don’t cry.” He said in a defeated voice, eyes still lacking the emotion that you were expecting in their dark depths.  If anything, that only hurt more and this time your whimper found its way out, your hands curling into shaking fists at your side as you fought to say something more than ‘Im sorry’ to him. “San, it’s-” “I know it isn’t recent, Y/n.” He interrupted you quietly before you could even really begin explaining and you blinked, confused. If he knew that, then why had he stormed out, why was he shoving furniture around and looking at you like he’d lost everything in the span of a single second. ‘I don’t understand’ You tried to say with your eyes as he continued to watch you, lips pressed tightly together. You were feeling faint now, your mind working too fast for your body to attempt to figure out what was going on. He was clearly mad, so if he knew that the picture wasn’t recent then there had to be more to it. After a few moments San sighed, his hand roughly running through his hair. “It’s just.. the way he was staring at you in that picture..” You choked as he spoke, cutting off the end of his sentence and earning a somewhat confused look from him as you slid to the ground, incredulous laughs slipping from you. He was jealous, jealous of a relationship more than two years old. Jealous of the way your ex had stared at you while you were with him, the ex that you’d left for San, the guy that you’d never had to assure San you were over because you’d always trusted that he knew that. Why else would you have moved in with him? “Y/n?” He said cautiously, kneeling in front of you and taking your face in his hands, concern lighting up his eyes as he leaned closer to you, trying to understand your reaction. You gasped for air, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to stop laughing, to calm down. You were edging to hysteria when he pulled you against him, laying your head against his shoulder and murmuring quietly to you and by the time your laughs had turned to soft, relieved, sobs against his shoulder his hands were lightly playing with the ends of your hair in the way he knew you loved. You clung to his body until the last sob left you and your knees were aching from kneeling against him. “You were jealous?!” You muttered, pulling away from him. He looked guilty now, casting his eyes around the heavily disrupted room that he’d so angrily taken apart earlier then back at you, his gaze seeking forgiveness. “San, you know that I love you, right?” You asked him, grabbing his face in your hands and squeezing, as if somehow you could force some sense into him. He pouted and jerked his head out of your hold, looking away grumpily. “Choi San!” You exclaimed, hitting his chest gently. You felt lightheaded with relief, that he’d only been throwing a tantrum because he was jealous was a lot better than him throwing a tantrum over genuinely believing that you would ever cheat on him. “Can you blame me?” He hissed suddenly, eyes pooling with tears when he finally looked back at you, bottom lip tugged harshly below his teeth. You blinked, taken aback and your hands dropped slowly to your side. “Sannie, I-” You began, frowning. He lifted his hand, pressing it against your cheek in a way that radiated his love and yet his eyes continued to collect moisture. “You’re beautiful, Y/n. You’re the light of this entire house,” In any other situation you would strongly disagreed and reminded him how hard he laughed at his members, or how he would die if he didn’t have Wooyoung in his life as his constant support. “You’re the most important person in my life, I’ve never loved and treasured someone as much as I do you.” Your heart thumped unevenly, lips curling up despite themselves at his words, at the sincerity in his gaze. “The very idea that I could ever lose you to someone else, that someone else once held you the way that I want to hold you for the rest of my life is…” He shook his head, sighing softly, the warm breath brushing against your face. “It breaks me.” And now you understood. Because you couldn’t even begin to imagine how you’d feel if you believed even for a millisecond that San loved someone else, whether it was present or past. He pressed his forehead to yours, thumb ghosting over your lip. “I got mad and I’m sorry for that, because it must have scared you.” You closed your eyes, revelling in the simple beauty of his high, soft voice as it washed over you. “But it was only because I never want to lose you.” You knew his lips were closing in to yours now, because the scent of vanilla and hazelnuts that almost always seemed to be on his breath was overpowering everything else now and there was an indescribable heat hovering near your mouth that made you ache for him. “I can’t imagine a world where you’re not mine, where you’re not mine.” You inwardly groaned, hands sweeping up his chest till they found the edge of his jaw, urging his mouth against yours. You kissed him like you were starving, drowning, like his soft lips against yours were the only source of oxygen you would ever need or be able to need. In a way they were. “But I am yours. In this world, in the next and in any world that will ever exist with both of us in it.” You informed him through the kiss, tilting your head to side to bare your neck where his lips brushed loving kisses and nips that burnt through your skin like heavenly fire. “And I always will be.”

[ao3feed-ateez]

by Kittenwhoeatsramen2

You and Mingi are on a date in a Haloween Carnival. Will you survive?

Words: 869, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Ateez X Chubby Reader

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Song Mingi, Reader, Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho

Relationships: Song Mingi/Reader

Additional Tags: Chubby Reader

[sanjoongie]

Ateez as Rockstar's~ Pt. 2

ღPairing: Song Mingi x Reader(f), Kim Hongjoong x Reader(f), Choi Jongho x Reader(f) x Kang Yeosang ღGenre: Rock Band! Au ღWord Count: 1,468 ღWarnings: public sex, sub/dom dynamics, double penetration, strength kink, oral (m receiving), cum shot ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot

ღSummary: in which ateez are in a band and you just joined and… it’s a little bit more convenient to have a girl member than find a groupie…

ღDedication: @mejuii​​  @downtoamagicalland​​ because what’s a thirsty stan without her thirsty stan sisters :’( also thank you for always helping me brainstorm and fluffing out my ideas

Part One ↭ Wooyoung, Seonghwa, San and Yunho

Mingi as acoustic guitarist

The practice room was silent except for the small noises coming from Mingi. You were on your phone, after Hongjoong called for a break, and some of the other band members went out for a smoke and a piss. Mingi opted to whip out his notebook and work on a song that he had been perfecting for the past few days. 

The soft guitar noises from his acoustic were low and soothing, to which you pretty much drowned out, scrolling needlessly through some social media and changing to a clothing website, trying to figure out your next outfit for your next gig. It wasn’t until you heard a whine escape Mingi’s lips, that you knew you were in trouble.

“Having trouble?” You spoke up and Mingi’s shoulders tense. “I can’t match up the lyrics to the melody I have.”

You decide right then and there to help out yourself and Mingi. “Maybe I can help.” Mingi looks up at you as you come around your drum set and in front of him, perched on a chair with his leg crossed over his knee. His eyes are big and brown and you cup his face. “Do you have some experience writing songs?”

You laugh under your breath at how cute he is. “No, I have some experience in inspiring others.”

You take Mingi’s guitar and set it aside on its stand and straddle him. You card his long locks out of his face and run your hands along his chest. Mingi lets out another whimper but he’s no longer thinking about writing his song. You lean into him, whispering into his ear like Temptation herself. “Let’s have a quickie before everyone comes back.” You gently take his earlobe into your mouth and suck on it and Mingi’s off to the races.

His large hands encompass your waist as he fucks up into you, eyes screwed shut and teeth digging into his lower lip. “Fuck,” he grunts as you clench around him, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“You’re so fucking cute,” You giggle again. “Big softie with big hands. We gotta cum quickly or everyone will catch us. Don’t want that, hmm, Mingi?”

Mingi wraps his arms around your body and starts to jackhammer up into you. His whines are so pretty that you feel yourself getting wetter just because of them. “Wanna fuck you, wanna come, wanna get inspired. This cunt is so good. Fuck, it could inspire a thousand songs!” With one final thrust, Mingi paints your insides with his cum and sends you off on a climax journey of your own. His cute smile is reward enough but his thank you kiss is a cherry on top.

Hongjoong as rhythm guitarist

Your leader needed a little TLC. You could tell that he was working himself a lot, his tired smile greeting you when you showed up with some coffee and a fake excuse that you wanted to talk about the Jongho situation. Hongjoong was shocked, to say the least, when you fell to your knees and offered to take care of him.

“Let me give you the best suck of your life,” You purr, fingers running up and down his thighs. You’re on your knees and in between his legs, and so ready to hear this man moan.

Hongjoong swallows audibly, “I don’t think--”

“Then don’t think,” You cut him off. 

Your fingers reach for his pants and make quick work of the button and zipper. He doesn’t protest again when he helps you pull down his pants far enough to coax out a chubby from his underwear. You rub him with the palm of your hand until he gets fully hard and that’s when you take him in your mouth.

Hongjoong’s cries are raw from his morning voice but high. You set yourself to the task, bobbing up and down on his length. You pay special attention to his head, lips tightening to suck there. Your actions are rewarded with Hongjoong putting his hand around your ponytail and pulling. He bucks into your face, not searching for control, but searching for his impending climax. 

You pop off him and the look of defeat on his face is almost comedic. “It’s okay, Baby,” You reassure him, “You’re gonna cum. I was just wondering how you wanted it?”

His eyebrows furrow and a pout graces his pink lips. “How…?”

“Tits, face, tongue, mouth… where do you wanna come?” You persist.

“Tongue?” Hongjoong says more as a question than a statement.

You spit in your hand and then begin to jerk Hongjoong off quickly. He gasps loudly and his muscles strain at the sudden pleasure. Once you gauge that he’s close to coming, you stick your tongue out, still jerking him off, but now the tip of his head is hitting your tongue. That’s it for Hongjoong. He comes with a loud, drawn out cry, shooting more than enough cum to impregnate a crowd of groupies. 

You do your best to capture it all, but some lands on your face. Hongjoong apologizes for making a mess but looks very well satisfied.

“I like it a little bit messy,” You tease him, hoping he’s imagining all the other ways you could look ruined for him.

Yeosang and Jongho as lead singer (low) and drummer

What started as an innocent “who’s arms are stronger?” question between Yeosang and Jongho while on the tour bus alone with them, has quickly turned into a not-so-innocent battle of the strong ones. While an arm-wrestling match wasn’t enough, it was soon suggested that Yeosang had the stronger arms, since he was confident he could fuck you against a wall while holding you up. Jongho scoffed at the idea, saying Yeosang’s thrust game was sloppy at best. Yeosang was willing to put his money where his mouth was and that’s how you ended up naked as the day you were born, between the two of them.

Your legs are wrapped around Yeosang’s thick waist, his hands bracing your lower back as you attempt to lean backwards into Jongho’s waiting arms. Jongho catches you gently, squeezing your shoulders as he holds you up and you lean all the way back to take the drummer’s dick on your mouth, upside down of course. 

Once you relax into the hold of both the drummer and the lead singer, it’s not much work for you. Yeosang’s thrust game is not sloppy, it’s actually quite precise and slow. You appreciate the build up he’s giving you because the stretch to accommodate his fat cock was quite lovely. Jongho continues to squeeze your shoulders, because every time he does, you seem to open wider for him and take him deeper in your throat. 

“Fuck, this throat pussy is so good,” Jongho moans above you. He also works at a snails pace, enjoying the drag of his cock against your tongue as well.

“Getting tired yet, Jongho?” Yeosang pokes at Jongho verbally. “I could fuck this pussy all goddamn night.”

You can’t see but you know Jongho is rolling his eyes at Yeosang. “I don’t think so, Sangie~” Jongho says in a singsong voice, mimicking you from earlier when you squeezed Yeosang’s bicep. “Just because I don’t show mine off, doesn’t mean you have more muscles than I do.”

“Fuck,” Yeosang quietly swears, his thrusts getting a bit sloppy. He giggles nervously.

“What’s wrong Yeosang, gonna come so quickly?” Jongho pokes back at Yeosang. The drummer is still fucking your mouth like it’s just another Tuesday night. 

“You don’t understand--” Yeosang speaks through gritted teeth, “She clenches down every time we speak and--” Yeosang thrusts harder into you and you moan around Jongho’s dick, “--it’s everything.”

Jongho scoffs, “Of course you’d get off on someone else getting off on your voice.” His thrust gets a little sharper, however, indicating he’s also getting off on you getting off on his voice.

You whine around Jongho when Yeosang pushes a finger down on your clit. “We all might as well come quickly. It’s gonna be a few rounds before one of us gives up.”

Your cries get higher and higher pitch as Yeosang sends the both of you through your climax. Yeosang keeps fucking through his own cum, refusing to give up the game.

“That’s it, Baby Girl,” Jongho murmurs under his breath, hand in your hair, thrusting shallowly into your cheek now, just to show his control, "I'll show you how long I can last."

"Hey!" Yeosang laughs in spite of himself. "Let's see how you do with her cunt."

Jongho laughs, "When you lose, I'll show my fellow drummer what it really means to be fucked."

"Yeah yeah," Yeosang says, sounding distracted by your pussy again, "See if you can make her come as well as I can."

Needless to say, you were thoroughly getting fucked, regardless of who one the strong arm contest.

Part One ↭ Wooyoung, Seonghwa, San and Yunho

[forthechubbies]

Love Thy Husband

Kingpin's Son!San x Innocent yet spicy! Chubby! Wife

You arrived adorned in luxurious fabric bought with their bloody wealth. You are not just a gift, but a treasure...a plaything acquired for the pleasure of the rightful heir to the Choi dynasty.

Choi San.

⚠️ Language, forced marriage, San is a good boy with bad habits, Yn conceals her face with a veil....and San is feral for your modest dressing style. No peep show for San 🙃⚠️

The purpose of a wedding photograph is to immortalize the beauty of that specific moment. Yet, when you stumble upon your own image, it triggers memories of your past yet your in laws so proudly display pictures all over their home. She was abducted by the man she now calls father to settle a overdue debt owed by her birth father.

You shed a tear, remembering your grim past.

As their son finally arrived at the mansion, he discovered his hidden surprise - a gift waiting for him. Despite the mysterious ivory veil that concealed her face, he agreed to accept her without hesitation. Little did he know, the veil was a humble plea from your father, who wished to shield his princess from the dark and dangerous world of the mafia.

The day unfolded before your eyes, obscured by the delicate ivory lace that draped over your face. Gripping the bouquet of baby's breath tightly, your heart pounded as the groom tenderly lifted the veil, allowing it to hover just above your trembling lips.

San's name escaped his lips in a hushed tone, barely audible against the backdrop of your rouge painted lips. Instead of forcefully pulling you towards him, he leaned in, delicately pressing his lips against yours. In the midst of this tender moment, he unintentionally crushed the bouquet.

The kiss, though seemingly pleasant, bore a resemblance to the innocence of toddlers exchanging affectionate pecks. He delicately pressed his lips against your flushed ones, refraining from any further advances. Despite his family now viewing you as his possession, San even restrained himself from touching you.

From that moment on, the vibrant world outside became a distant memory, The majority of your existence now revolves around the presence of your husband, consuming your every waking moment.. Who frankly you couldn't wrap your head around! One moment he’s stern and hostile the next, he’s a sweetheart gentlemen.

Speaking up the devil, There he is, Your phone icon alarmed you of husband’s incoming call. You rolled your eyes before answering. “Hello, San-"

"Omo..you sound like your about to die or worse." San complained under his breath. " You realize I'm your husband and not the grim reaper, yeah?" You could hear his blood simmering.

"Oh, you really had me fooled," you sarcastically remarked. Suddenly, you gasped, gripping your phone tightly, only to berate yourself for your own foolishness right away.

San’s brow involuntarily twitched, disturbed by the sass that escaped your cheeky lips. "What was that?... My dearest," he uttered with a tone that never ceases to send chills down your spine.

You carefully approached him, using his nickname in a soothing tone, "San..nie?" hoping to ease his anger. "My dear husband,” You’re cheeks reddening in embarrassment for actually fearing your husband’s wrath…some would say it should the other way around.

The phone went quiet briefly, only for your man to let out a chuckle that stirs up your fury, playing with you effortlessly. "Impressive, Sannie?.." He arches his eyebrows, making you squeal as he exhales his rugged accent over the line. "Sweetheart, I had no idea you could be this adorable." He taunts you in your mother language.

You are completely oblivious to the depths of your husband's affection for you. His love for you knows no bounds and shines brightly in every aspect of your life.

Especially your body....of what you allow him to see.

You feel safer when concealed from the sun, the man's wild gaze fixated on your delicate ankles and soft hands, pretending to be strong against his threats. You resist him so feebly, he longs to tear off your veil, granting you the illusion of courage to sass him, walk away mid-conversation, and disregard his presence as if he's not a menacing figure linked to the Atz, with his father just a phone call away from silencing your weak father permanently.

"I adore you, Mrs. Choi!!!" Wooyoung's voice echoed through the air, a mix of excitement and mischief. He sprinted towards San, seeking refuge behind him. "That asshole busted my lip," he growled, feeling the sting of his bloody lower lip. But despite the pain, he couldn't help but flash a mischievous smile at his friend, casually draping his arm over his shoulder. "So, how's the lovely wife doing?"

San sound shocked. “ How did you know I was-“

Wooyoung simply grins and nods. "You're adorable when you talk to her," he says with a mischievous smile, teasing his embarrassed friend.

The next thing you know you hear Wooyoung wince in pain, you assumed San hit him like usual followed by "Arghhh!!" Wooyoung biting him as a response.

"Don't fucking bite me, ya little bastard!" San's accent made you flinch, your Korean is far from perfect, and most of the time his words go unnoticed or you simply stare at his lips out of sheer cluelessness. But hey, it's not your fault. You were forcefully taken away from your family and thrown into this marriage with just weeks later.

"Ya! Who are you cursing at, cunt!?!” Wooyoung yelled in response, only to be met with a menacing voice hurling threats at them..

San's eyes gleamed with mischief as he glanced at the towering goon. "Hey, Woo, is this your buddy?" he asked, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Sorry, Honey, gotta go," he said, his voice dripping with allure as he abruptly ended the call. The unmistakable sound of San ruthlessly overpowering the goon echoed in the background.

Overwhelmed by the harsh truth, you found yourself standing in complete silence, consumed by the weight of this new reality.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

🖤 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖆𝖓 🖤

🖤 Pairing: ex boyfriend!choi san x chubby!fem!reader (mingi's spoken about but doesn't appear)

🖤 Genre: angst/fluff/smut

🖤 Summary: You make a living stepping on men's necks, literally and metaphorically speaking. Men spend every dime they have for the chance to be your lapdog. You are their weakness. Your dirty little secret? You have a weakness of your own, one you've tried your hardest to leave in the past, but you've managed to make him jealous and, oh, I think he's knocking on your door right now.

🖤 Word Count: 2.3k-ish

🖤 Warnings: reader works as a dom so she does qualify as a ✨sex worker✨ & it's treated as a positive cause slay queen, jealous /possessive San, unprotected sex, fingering, nibbling, scratching, reader for sure has a lil praise kink, this man does not pull out, San's giving dom vibes & reader's quite subby for him, pet names (baby, my girl, good girl) & that's all darlings

🖤 A/N: My chubby girl smut agenda continues with this fic as it will with all others and the best part is, no one can stop me. Mwahahahaha. No, but really, I hope you lovelies enjoy reading it.

Also a big thanks to @anyamaris for test reading everything my brain throws out all of the time. Love of my life, truly.

Your night routine is sacred. Never more so than on nights like tonight when you take extra steps to make it particularly romantic for yourself. You treat yourself like a lover, running a nice warm bubble bath and preparing your favorite fruits to snack on while you soak in it. You don’t rush to cover your body afterward, instead taking the time to find pleasure in every stretch mark and every curve as you massage rich tropical oils into your skin. 

The rain is your companion, singing to you in the form of raindrops patting at your window. Candles burn on your windowsill, tiny lanterns reflecting shadows in the darkness of this place you call home. Crawling into your bed, you slip beneath your freshly washed sheets and scroll through your phone to find the right song. It doesn’t take long to find it. You hit “play” and close your eyes, ready to be swept away by the sweet notes emanating from your phone. 

This is serenity. This is heaven. This is—

“What the actual fuck?” you shout, shaken by an unexpected knock at your door. The knocking is impatient, the agitation of the person on the other end undeniable. You jump from your bed, the sheet still clinging to your figure, and cautiously approach the door. You specifically didn’t schedule any sessions for tonight and your clients know better than to pop up unannounced. 

“Whoever you are, go away! I have a gun!” You do. You have to. In your line of business being able to protect yourself is a necessity. It’d be silly not to have one and if ever there were an example why, this has to be it. The knocking stops. A brief moment of silence passes and then—

“You have a gun?” San asks, more confused than he is threatened. You don’t notice until now that you’ve been holding your breath this entire time but at the sound of his voice, you can miraculously breathe again. “San? What are you doing here?” you frown, cracking the door enough to get a good look at your ex.

The look is, in fact, good. Better than good, it’s wonderful. For all of this mysterious frustration he seems to be carrying, he still manages to be the most handsome thing you can imagine finding in your hallway near midnight. 

San pushes past you, marching into your cozy studio apartment as if it were his own. “We need to talk. Now.” You roll your eyes, holding back laughter as you close the door behind him. “Someone’s sassy tonight” you tease, watching as he removes his wet boots and coat. He places them exactly where they’re meant to go.

You smile to yourself, finding it sweet that he still remembers how things go after nearly a year apart. “Don’t patronize me.” “I’m not patronizing you,” you say, approaching him with a hand outstretched to stroke his cheek, “Sannie—” 

San takes a step back, the darkness in his eyes intensified by your attempt at affection. “And don’t call me that!” “Lower your voice! This is my home. You can respect me in it or get out.” Seeing you upset cools him down a bit. Enough to question the emotions that led him to drive over here to begin with.

He shouldn’t be here. He has no right to confront you. To care what you do or who you do it with. But it’s been eating him up inside for days, plaguing his every waking thought. Some part of him is still tethered to you and that’s why, against his better judgment, he’s here.

“Are you…” he stutters, the anger bubbling up once more at the thought of what he’s about to ask, “How long has Mingi been coming to you?” “Ah,” you gasp, fully realizing the awkwardness of the situation. Dodging eye contact, you head for the kitchen, busying yourself with the tea kettle. “You want some tea? We should have tea.”

Raking his fingers through delicate strands of pitch black hair, he approaches the kitchen and lets himself, for the most fleeting of moments, enjoy seeing you like this again. He’s missed you making him tea late at night. This would be everything he ever wanted under any other circumstance than this. “I don’t want tea. I want you to answer my question. How long?”

“A few weeks” you sigh, abandoning the kettle on the counter, “We ran into each other at the club one night and we started talking then, I mean, I don’t know, it just sorta happened.” In an instant, he’s on you, fingers squeezing your wrists as he presses you against the counter. “Things like this don’t sorta happen!” “Oh, come on, San. I have bills to pay. If I don’t take on clients, who’s gonna pay them? You?” “Haven’t I before?” Something about being reminded of before makes you as breathless as he is. “That was a long time ago.” 

A long time ago but why does it feel like yesterday when he last had your body pressed against every wall in this apartment? So many hours were spent using your fingertips to traverse every exquisite muscle on his body. There are new ones now, you see them flex when he readjusts his grip on you. How good they must feel to touch. God bless the gym.

Shaking yourself free of your lust fueled daze, you break your wrists loose from him. “If that’s all you can go.” Why are you doing this? Why are you so stubborn? You don’t want him to go. Your body—your heart—begs him to stay even if it’s just to argue for the rest of the night. 

“Fine, I’ll leave, but not until you tell me one more thing. Does he touch you? Like I did?” he asks, his expression cold as he tries to contain his jealousy. “Touch me like you did?” you giggle, reaching to stroke his cheek again. This time he doesn’t step away. He lets you touch him, your soft hand warming the cool raindrops on his cheek. A fire ignites in his eyes, not unlike the flames dancing atop the candle wicks. It’s distant, buried somewhere deep, but you see it and it makes you smile.

“I never let anyone touch me like you did” you whisper, “Mingi just wants someone to boss him around. I happen to be good at that. There’s nothing sexual. I could…” San tugs the sheet tightly around your body, gathering the two loose ends at your hip where his knuckles just barely graze the plush of your thigh. You let out a sound that’s almost a moan but not quite. He smirks, bringing his other hand to your side to massage the softness of your love handles. You're so cute when you’re flustered.

“I, uh, I…” you stutter, watching as his lips grow nearer to yours, “I could stop seeing him if you want.” “You’d do that for me?” San asks, teasing your lower lip with his. “I would do anything for you. You know that.” This is what he does to you and this is why you broke things off with him. San’s love brings you to your knees. You fold for him in a millisecond. You’re supposed to have every man in the palm of your hand yet you find yourself, delicate and fragile, nestled in his. 

“Will you do something else for me?” “Like what?” “Kiss me.” And you do. No hesitation. No time for second guesses. Anything for him. A rush hits you, threatening to knock you off of your feet. San only holds you closer, his tongue tangling with yours, indulging in the taste of you. A craving much overdue to be satisfied. 

“Do I still have to leave?” he pants, his voice a low rasp as he kisses his way down your chin. He buries his face in your neck, his kisses growing more passionate with each passing second. You smell good enough to eat and he almost does, nibbling at your neck sharply enough to send chills down your spine. You shake your head, wrapping a leg around his waist to grind against him. The simple act of kissing you has him hard enough that not even the few layers of fabric between you can suppress his need. 

“Fuck, baby” he groans, his eyes nearly rolling back from the rhythm of your hips. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him back up for another kiss. “Don’t leave me, Sannie. Please.” You’re prepared to beg more, as much as he wants you to, but your words turn incoherent at the sensation of his thumb stroking your clit. His other fingers dance dangerously close to your entrance, happily collecting the juices dripping from your core.

You look down to find that the sheet barely clings to your body, except for a small corner stuck between you and the counter. Everything has fallen away leaving you completely exposed. San’s favorite way to have you. “You’re so wet for me. My girl” he coos, easing two fingers deep into you, “Still my girl? Hmm?” You’re trembling, gripping his shirt as you ride his fingers in time with the flicking of his wrist.

Only he could do this. Make you feel this unbelievably good with just his fingers. "Always your girl. Always—ah” you moan into his mouth before he’s kissing his way down your neck again. The way your back is arched makes your breasts sit so deliciously that he has to taste them. San needs to feel the weight of them in his hands as he captures your perked nipples between his lips, circling them with his tongue. 

His mouth is so full of you that every moan that leaves him vibrates through your chest making sure that you never once underestimate the intensity of his longing. Your thighs are soaked, your pussy dripping—pulsing—clenching around his fingers. Your little squeaks and moans are too pretty. Too addictive. San picks up speed, his only mission to make a complete mess of you or to make you make a complete mess of yourself. Either or both. Definitely both. 

“Sannie. You’re gonna make me—fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you cry, feeling the pressure build within you. “Mmm,” he hums, releasing your nipple but not without taking one last lick of your overstimulated bud. You didn’t need to tell him. You never do. He knows when you're close, down to the second, which is why his timing is perfect when he pulls his fingers away leaving you hanging on the edge of oblivion.

You whine at the unexpected loss, your clit twitching and your walls greedy for something to hold onto. San moves out of reach, taking his time to shed his clothing. “Not on my fingers, baby,” he says, flashing that devilishly handsome smile of his, “On me.” He disappears around the corner and you trail behind him like a bright eyed puppy who wants more than anything to be the object of its owner's affection.

San sits on the edge of the bed, admiring the way your body jiggles as you skip over to him. He takes you by the hand, lowering you onto his lap, and the skin to skin contact sends a shot of adrenaline coursing through both of you. “I could just look at you all night. So beautiful” he muses, palms slapping your ass. His fingers dig in, keeping your hips raised enough that the tip of his cock almost presses at your slit.

You drape your arms over his shoulders, kissing him on the bridge of his nose, “You can look at me all you want.” One of San’s hands disappears beneath you, stroking his length as he lowers you down onto him. He stops at the tip, letting your arousal run down his shaft. “All I want because you belong to me?” You bite down on your bottom lip, eager to take him. “Yes,” you mewl and he feeds you another inch. A reward for being his good girl.

“No more Mingi?”

“No more. I swear.” 

Another inch and your heart skips a beat. This is evil. “No more anyone else” he demands, taunting you with one more inch before taking it back, “I’ll take care of you, my sweet girl. Only me.” “Only you” you promise, unintentionally batting your eyelashes in the most innocent way. San grabs your hips, slamming you down onto him, “Good now cum for me.”

Being stretched by him, full of every thick rigid inch of his cock, is intoxicating enough. But the feeling of handing over control, of letting him have you completely, has you buzzing. San bounces you in his lap, kissing you everywhere his lips can access, whispering every praise he’s saved up for you over time.

Precious. Perfect. Never letting go. Love you. My everything. My world. Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Sannie—” you draw a breath in. A flash of heat hits you and you’re lost to pleasure. Your body explodes and implodes. Heavy and weightless all at once. You gush down his length, every inch of him drenched with your juices. San doesn’t stop, not even when your nails dig deep into the skin of his shoulder. He only goes faster and harder, wanting to break you, his precious girl, and put you back together then do it again. 

But his body’s as sensitive as yours and he can’t hold back, spilling into you to the point of overflow. There’s so much warmth and fullness. It’s comforting, soothing you as you gradually float back down. Lying back on the bed, San cradles you in his arms, not wanting to be anywhere else than right here with you.

You rest your head on his chest, feeling his love for you in every breath he takes. How you ever pushed him away you can’t understand but you know, as he softly kisses your forehead, that you never will again.