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ATEEZ San- Weakness (oneshot)

Genre: mild angst, fluff, smut, arranged marriage au, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!San x reader (fem)

Word count:2.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, oral (f receiving), dry humping, riding, clit play, protected sex.

“A lot of women here are beautiful, but she stands out. She is truly stunning,” San stated, taking a sip of the expensive wine offered at the party, eyes watching you—his wife of four months—while you conversed with other mafia wives.

You were dressed in a v-neck black gown that had a slit running up to a few inches above your mid-thigh. You were wearing a simple diamond necklace that San had given you a few weeks back, and he couldn’t stop himself from feeling happy that you chose to wear it today.

“And yet you never let her know that,” Wooyoung said to his bestfriend, reaching into his pocket to take his pocket knife out. “Sometimes, I feel like stabbing you,” he stated, holding the small knife up.

“Of course you do. She is your sister, after all,” San chuckled. “I do give her a lot of gifts every week. She’s content… or at least she seems to be.”

Wooyoung sighed, downing his sixth shot for the night. “Sannie, my sister isn’t like most women here in this hall who are content with a materialistic life. Y/N would’ve never married you if our father didn’t force her to. She always wanted to marry for love.”

San felt a slight ache in his chest. “I can never give her that. Love… it’s nothing but a weakness.”

Wooyoung snorted, downing another shot, having heard that sentence from San’s mouth ever since they became bestfriends three years ago. San’s father always told him that love was a weakness, especially in the mafia world; if a rival group knew you were madly in love with someone, the best way to get what they want is to kill the person you love.

“I know your father always told you that ever since you were young, but you need to give yourself a chance to experience it. Trust me, there’s no better feeling than love. And you really need to hurry up before Y/N reaches her limit and dumps your ass for another man.” San’s jaw clenched at the last sentence; he couldn’t even stand the thought of you in another man’s arms.

San was about to say something, but he saw you making your way towards him and your brother.

“Woo!” you hugged your twin brother tightly. “I missed you so much!”

“You’re squishing me!”

“Oops!” you laughed, pulling away from him with a bright smile that made San’s heart flutter.

San listened to you talk to Wooyoung about how you wanted to buy a yacht, mesmerized by how happy you were in your brother’s presence; it was something he rarely got to see as he’s cold and ignorant to you most of the time. He never wanted to be like that with someone as sweet as you, but he knew if he didn’t treat you like that, his true feelings for you would be exposed and you would become his weakness.

“Oh, excuse me for a moment,” you said when you spotted an old friend. You made your way towards the man. “Bae Jinyoung!” he turned to look at you, surprised to see you here.

“Oh? Jung Y/N?! Oh wait no, now you’re Choi Y/N,” he stated with a smirk. You chuckled, pulling him into a friendly hug, making San’s blood boil with jealously; he hated how you smiled and laughed with another man.

“Oh you look pissed off, I wonder why,” Wooyoung teased an evidently annoyed San.

“How does she know him?” San questioned, eyes never leaving you.

“Jinyoung is our childhood friend,” he took another shot. “And Y/N’s first love,” he added.

“What?!” San half-yelled, causing a few people nearby to briefly look at him. You glanced at your husband for a second before turning your attention back to Jinyoung, pissing San off further. “That was him?!” he asked in a lower volume. San knew you were in a friends-with-benefits relationship for almost two years; however, he wasn’t expecting it to be with Bae Jinyoung. San had nothing personal against the guy, but he just didn’t like the way Jinyoung boasted about his wealth and success when there were many other young mafia bosses who were as successful as him. He didn’t understand how an extremely humble woman like you would be into a man like that.

“Chill, they’re just friends now,” Wooyoung said with a smirk. San watched how you laughed with Jinyoung, feeling his heart ache; he knew it was his fault for being so cold to you, but he still wished you would be like that with him, too.

“If it affects you so much, pull your shit together and go get your woman,” Wooyoung stated.

San took a few deep breaths before he made his way towards you, surprising Wooyoung because San usually never listens to him.

“Babe, it’s getting late,” San said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Let’s go home, yeah?” he placed a soft kiss on your head. You froze in shock for a second, wondering why he was suddenly being so nice and affectionate to you, especially in public. Once he let you go, you cleared your throat.

“Until next time, huh?” Jinyoung said to you with a wide smile. You chuckled and nodded, giving him a quick hug while you told him to take care before leaving with San.

-

As soon as you got home, San went straight to his room. You wanted to ask him about the kiss he had placed on your head, but you decided against it, coming to the conclusion that he just didn’t want other people to gossip about you conversing alone with another man who happened to be your ex-lover.

You moved to your closet, removing your clothes and jewelry. You wore clean panties and a large t-shirt before going to the bathroom to take your makeup off.

Once you were done, you went to the kitchen to fill up the water bottle you kept beside your bed. San was in the living room, going through some documents about a drug deal his gang was going to make with an international mafia gang. He was shirtless, only wearing his gray sweatpants.

After you filled your water bottle, you tried to reach for the jar of stroopwafels that San had brought from his trip to Amsterdam.

San made his way towards the kitchen to get a drink, stopping in his tracks when he saw you standing on your tippy toes, trying to reach the jar. He couldn’t help himself from checking you out. Your t-shirt had risen up your thighs to your hips, revealing the red panties you were wearing. San took a deep breath, trying not to seem bothered while he moved right behind you to get the jar down for you, placing it on the counter.

You turned around, a little flustered by how close he was. “Thank you,” you mumbled shyly, trying your best to not look at his bare upper half.

San chuckled, noticing everything. “You can look at me, it’s okay,” he said, amused by your stunned expression and the pink shade coloring your cheeks. He leaned forward a little, placing his arms on the counter, trapping you in between his muscular arms. “I am your husband, after all.” San slowly leaned in, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. He stopped just a centimeter away. “Fuck, you make me feel so many unexplainable things,” he murmured, pulling away. He gave you a small smile before walking back to the couch, continuing his previous task of reading the documents, leaving you standing all alone in the kitchen, utterly stunned by his actions.

You snorted, realizing what just happened. You made your way towards your husband, letting your eyes roam over his toned upper half this time. You gently took the documents away from his hands, tossing it onto the adjacent couch.

“You can’t just leave me like that,” you climbed onto his lap, “after saying such things.” you straddled him, and this time it was his turn to be surprised and flustered by your bold actions.

San quickly composed himself. “What are you gonna do about it?” he questioned with a smirk, hands moving to grip your bare thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in, brushing your lips against his. “This,” you whispered, pressing yourself down on his bulge, causing him to suck in a breath. San’s hands gripped your thighs tighter while you gently moved on his growing bulge. You crashed your lips onto his, letting out a gasp when his hands moved to grip your ass. San kissed you back passionately, enjoying the way your hands moved to tug on his black hair. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter while San moved you faster on his bulge.

You pulled away, gently pulling at the ends of his hair. “I want you.”

San looked quite hesitant, wondering if you really wanted to take it to the next level despite everything. His hand reached up to cup your cheek. “Are you sure?” he asked, gently stroking your skin with his thumb.

“Yes… please,” you begged, leaning your forehead against his.

San couldn’t refuse. He picked you up, placing an arm below your ass to support your weight while your legs wrapped around him. He carried you to his room, heartbeat racing faster and faster with every step.

He placed you on his bed, eyes never leaving you while you pulled your large t-shirt over your head, exposing your upper half. San gently pushed you onto your back, hovering above you. His lips latched onto your neck, kissing around the area until you let out a whimper, signaling that he found your sweet spot. San began sucking and nibbling on the spot, making sure to leave a mark. He trailed kisses down from your neck to your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while he rolled the other one with his fingers. He gave the same treatment to the other one before moving down your body, stopping at the waistband of your panties. He looked up, asking for your permission. When you nodded, he pulled your soaked panties down your legs, tossing it somewhere in the room.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” San said, eyes taking in the sight of you naked, your glistening pussy on full display for him.

He situated himself in between your legs, spreading them further apart. He gave your clit a few kitten licks before taking your nub into his mouth, gently sucking on it.

“San!” you moaned, hands reaching down to grab his hair while he sucked on your nub. “Fuck! It feels so good.” Your legs tried to close, but he forced them open. Your chest heaved while your husband ate you out like a starved man. “S-San, I want you in me right now!” he hummed in response, the vibration causing your walls to clench. He left your clit to collect your wetness with his tongue, satisfied by how wet you were.

San pulled away, licking his lips. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He took his sweatpants off along with his hip briefs, exposing his hard cock that was already leaking with precum. He reached for his bedside table, taking a condom out from the drawer. He quickly tore the packet and slid the condom onto his length while you admired his well built body.

San leaned down to kiss you. “Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded and he positioned himself at your entrance. He slowly entered you, causing you to clench at the sudden stretch that you haven’t experienced in a long time. He continued to push in until you were completely filled up. You took a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. “You can move now.”

San began thrusting into you slowly at first, just wanting to feel you and the way you clenched around him. “Fuck, babe, you’re soo tight,” he commented, eyes scrunching shut in pleasure when your walls tightened around him. He leaned forward to capture your lips with his own in a slow, sensual kiss. You moaned into his mouth when you felt him hit your spot. He pulled away to kiss your neck while your nails ran down the expanse of his back. “S-San,” you mewled. “I wanna ride you, please.” He looked up at you with a smirk.

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.” He pulled out of you to sit against the pillows. You straddled his lap, sinking down onto his cock. You immediately started bouncing on his length, wasting no time. “Fuck, babe!” San moaned, hands moving to grip your hips. “Slow down, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You smirked, moving even faster, making him groan in pleasure. San watched your boobs bounce while you threw your head back, feeling him repeatedly hit your spot. You felt the knot forming in your lower area. “San, I'm—” you couldn’t even finish your sentence due to the intense pleasure.

“I know, me too,” he managed to say through grunts. His hands moved to grip your ass, making you move even faster. The sound of your moans and skin clapping filled the air, and a thin layer of sweat formed on San’s body, making it slightly glisten under the light.

“Baby, come for me,” he said, rubbing your clit in circular motions. Your legs shook and your walls wildly clenched around him. You yelled out San’s name when you reached your high, a great euphoric feeling taking over your entire body. San came right after you, spilling into the condom. You moved on him a few more times, milking him dry, before you got off of him, collapsing beside him while you tried to control your breathing. San kissed your head before moving to dispose the used condom in the trash-can in his bathroom. He turned on the water in the whirlpool tub, knowing how much you loved it.

“How do feel?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled up at him. “I feel amazing, so ecstatic… I can’t even describe it.”

San chuckled, his dimples showing. He gently picked you up bridal-style, carrying you to his bathroom. He settled down in the large tub, pulling you against his body, feeling like he was on cloud nine.

Although San was taught that love is nothing but a weakness, he knew he had fallen hard for you. If this is what it felt like to have a weakness, he was ready to risk it all.

Choi San—A whole damn masterpiece.

ATEEZ San: The Calm After The Storm. (Oneshot)

Genre: angst, fluff, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Reader (fem)

Word count:3.5k

Inspiration: Fifty Shades Freed

Warnings: profanities, alcohol, blood, guns, death, violence.

“What the fuck is this?!” you asked through gritted teeth, throwing the freshly printed photos at San’s chest.

Your husband didn’t have to look at them to know what you were talking about; his men had already reported to him that you watched the entire recording of him seducing his… target. 

“Babe—”

“No, San!” you yelled, cutting him off. “This is the fifth fucking time!”

“But the other one time wasn’t about this.”

“The other three, now four times were!” he was really getting on your nerves.

“Why are you overreacting?” he questioned with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/N, you knew I had no choice.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control your anger. “I understand that you had to seduce her. I know that it’s your job,” you tried to say calmly, but your voice was rising. “What I don’t understand is why you let her slip her fucking hand into your pants after you got the damn information that you wanted!”

San visibly gulped; he didn’t expect you to be this angry. He thought he was well prepared to face you after mentally forming the situation in his head. He knew you’d be pissed, but not to this extent.

“I pushed her away though,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, after like, five minutes,” you retort. “And the worst part was that you were clearly enjoying yourself in those five minutes! Do you know her or something?”

San sighed deeply, ignoring the question. “Babe, look, I’m sorry,” he apologized, not sure about what else he could say to calm you down. Your husband took your hand in his. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

You immediately ripped your hand away from his, rolling your eyes. “That’s what you always say, San.” He took a deep breath; you were testing his patience and he didn’t like people doing that.

“San,” you start, “How would you feel if you saw a guy kissing me and I get carried away and let him touchme?”

That struck him. Hard. He would hate it, obviously. San wouldn’t even hesitate to put a bullet through the man’s head if he touched you in any way.

San’s silence gave you the answer. “That’s what I thought,” you snorted.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” San apologized again. “But I still had to do it and you know that.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled and turned around, heading to your room; he still didn’t understand just how much it hurt you. It was already worse enough that you had to witness him kiss and touch all those women. But witnessing San let another woman touch him in the place where only you’re allowed to, not only pissed you off, but also hurt you deeply. As the seducer of the mafia gang, he was literally trained to not get carried away; his only job was to get whatever information was needed. San was a very, very skilled seducer and you knew that damn well. Although he did get carried away a few times, he never let his targets touch him. So you couldn’t understand why he let that happen now. You texted Yunho (your bestfriend and San’s close friend) to ask about that woman, knowing that he would never lie to you.

Your anger increased when Yunho replied: “Oh, she hooked up with San a couple of times back in high school.” You snorted in annoyance; so he let her touch him just because he knew her?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone’s notification going off. Your friends were planning to go clubbing tonight as it was a Saturday. You were going to decline, knowing that San wouldn’t let you go if he wasn’t with you, but you decided against it; you had a plan in mind and you knew it would work.

You ignored San the entire afternoon. He tried to talk to you but you didn’t even spare him a glance. He sighed, leaving you alone to cool down.

-

“Where are you going?” San asked, looking at you from head to toe, while your four year old daughter, Minhee, played with some toy aeroplanes.

“Clubbing,” you answered without looking at him.

“You’re not going anywhere,” San said through gritted teeth. “Especially not wearing that.” You were wearing denim shorts and a black lace bralette that showed off your cleavage more than you’d usually prefer. You purposely chose this outfit, of course, and he knew that.

“You don’t get to decide where I go and what I wear,” you stated. You walked over to your daughter, placing a kiss on her head. “Minnie,” you called her by her nickname. “Mommy will be back soon, okay?” you said to your little angel before walking out the door.

-

“Y/N! You finally came!” one of your friends yelled, already drunk. She takes your hand and drags you through the crowd of people to get to the bar on the other side. “Three tequila shots for my friend here!”

A while later, you noticed Wooyoung and Mingi at the entrance of the club; you knew San would end up here as soon as he asks Seonghwa or Hongjoong to look after your daughter for the night.

And you were right.

San entered the club, dressed in all black, looking fucking hot. You wanted to go up to him and ask him to fuck you till you see stars; however, you were still pissed and had a plan to execute.

You quickly downed your shots and pulled your friend to join your other friends who were dancing. You danced with them until one of your friends introduced you to some random guys. One of the guys, who you found really good looking, started to dance with you. You noticed San sitting on a barstool, watching everything. At that moment, the guy you were dancing with put his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him, making San nearly break the glass he was holding. Perfect. Your plan was working.

When you glanced at where San was seated, he wasn’t there anymore. You glanced around, searching for him until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, dragging you away.

San dragged you downstairs where there were private rooms especially for him and his gang members as they owned this club. He took you to the room belonging to him, locking the door behind him.

“What the fuck were you doing?! How could you let him even lay a finger on you?!” your husband snarled through gritted teeth.

You snorted. “All he did was put his hands on my waist. At least he didn’t slip them into my pants and touch me.”

San now understood exactly why you did that; you were giving him a taste of his own medicine.

You moved to sit on the sofa, your legs starting to hurt from dancing so much. San kneeled down in front of you, placing his hands on the bare skin of your thigh. “Babe, I’m sorry. I’m an asshole, I know. But please understand that chick meant nothing to me. I didn’t even know her.”

You pushed his hands away from you. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” he lied.

“You hooked up with her in high school,” you deadpanned.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He just fucked up again. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to—”

You stood up from the couch. “No, fuck you, I’m done with you and your fucking bullshit,” you snarled angrily, cutting him off, before making your way back to your friends.

“They might take this route instead, we can’t predict what they’ll do,” Jongho said while moving around the meeting room; he was in charge of today’s meeting on some mafia gang who had tried to hack into your gang’s system to get information on your international drug deals.

During the meeting, your daughter’s nanny called you. You declined the call, sending her a text that you were in a meeting. She called again and you ignored it, thinking she wouldn’t have seen your message. When she called for the third time, you excused yourself from the meeting.

“I’m in a meeting, Jina, what is—”

“Mrs. Choi,” she sobbed. “T-They took Minnie…”

“What?! Who?!” you felt your stomach churn uneasily.

“I-I don’t know,” Jina cried, “They beat me up at the park till I passed out and t-took her away. They said they would c-contact you.”

“Where are you?” you asked.

“At a nearby hospital,” she said. “An old couple brought me here.”

“I’ll be there in five,” you said and hung up. You were just about to enter the meeting room, but an unknown number called you. You picked up, assuming it was your daughter’s kidnappers since you never got calls from unknown numbers.

“You have a beautiful daughter, Choi Y/N,” the man said. “I bet she would look even better with a slit throat, yeah?”

“Who are you? What do you want?” you asked, voice laced with venom.

The man chuckled. “It’s simple, your fucking gang has to pay for my loss.”

“Just tell me what the fuck you want!”

“Fifteen billion won in cash,” he said. “That’s the amount I lost because of you motherfuckers. Now listen to me carefully if you don’t want your precious child dead. You aren’t going to tell anyone about this. Not a word to your boss, Kim Hongjoong. Not a word to your pathetic husband, Choi San. I have eyes watching you, so don’t try to act smart. I know you’re having a meeting right now about a gang who tried to hack into your system.” your eyes widened; how the fuck does this guy know? “I’m giving you three hours,” he continued. “If you don’t get the money within that time, I’ll kill your daughter. Anyway, you’ll find a black van waiting for you outside the bank. Your time starts now, Mrs. Choi. Tick tock, tick tock,” he chuckled before hanging up.

“Fuck!” you yelled, tears spilling from your eyes. You ran your hand through your hair, trying to calm down; you felt like breaking down but you had to stay strong for your daughter. You wiped your tears before making your way back to the meeting room.

“I’m sorry, I’m feeling quite unwell,” you mumbled, quickly collecting your stuff. “Please continue without me.”

“Y/N, should I take you home?” San asked; you both still haven’t made up from the fight you had a week ago. He tried to talk to you a few days ago, but it resulted in a bigger fight.

“No!” you half-yelled in frustration, startling some of the people in the room. “I’m fine,” you said in a softer tone. You quickly left before San could follow you.

-

“Ah, Mrs. Choi, how can I help you?” the bank manager asked, taking a seat across you.

“I need fifteen billion won in cash,” you stated, stunning the manager.

“Ma'am, that is a very large amount so cash isn’t the best—”

“I need it in cash. It’s really urgent,” you said in an annoyed tone.

He gulped and nodded. “Please give me your national ID card.”

You handed it to him, fiddling with your fingers while he entered your details into the computer system.

“You have a joint account with your husband, Choi San, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Ma'am, we will need Mr. Choi’s confirmation as he is the primary account holder.”

You mentally cursed. “That won’t be necessary,” you stated, trying to control your anger.

The manager sighed. “All right, please give me a moment,” he said before leaving the room.

You groaned in frustration, putting your head in your heads. You couldn’t imagine what your little daughter was going through; you knew she would be scared to death. Your phone rang, interrupting your thoughts.

You declined the call when you saw it was your husband. When he called again, you had no choice but to pick it up, knowing he would keep calling you. “Hello?”

“Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you making such a huge transaction?” San questioned. You mentally cursed the bank manager for contacting San. “Y/N, answer me! What’s wrong?” You just kept quiet, knowing you’d break down if you opened your mouth. You heard San take a deep breath. “Are you leaving me or something? Is this about the fights we’ve been having? I’m sorry about that, I know it was my fault and I don’t deserve you, but please, let’s talk about this,” he begged, making your tears spill from your eyes. “Y/N, say something, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t,” you whispered, choking on a sob.

“Baby, please,” he begged. “Don’t leave me. Please, I’m begging you.”

“I’m sorry, San.”

There was silence on his end before he sighed. “Okay, take all the money you want,” he said and hung up.

A moment later, the manager came into the room. “Ma'am, Mr. Choi has given his permission for the transaction. The procedure for huge cash transactions are of course different, so I need you sign a few papers and write a cheque. It’ll take a little over half an hour to get the money in cash.”

-

As soon as you got the cash, you called your daughter’s kidnappers. “I assume you’ve got the money?”

“Yeah,” you replied.

“Good. You’ll see a black van from across the entrance of the bank,” he said and hung up.

You quickly made your way outside, easily spotting the van. You crossed the street and got into the van.

You couldn’t recognize the driver and the other man in the passenger seat. Your daughter wasn’t even here.

“Good job, Mrs. Choi,” the man in the passenger seat said with a smirk; you recognized him as the guy on the call.

“Where’s my child?”

“Relax,” he grinned. “We’re going to her right now.” He glanced at the driver who nodded and started driving.

“Ah, give me your phone,” the man said. “We don’t need your husband tracking us.” You hesitantly gave it and he switched it off.

After what felt like hours, you reached an old building. As soon as you got outside the car, you spotted your daughter tied to a wall, unconscious with a bleeding head.

“Minhee!” you yelled, running to her.

Before you could untie her, you felt an arm go around your neck, choking you. Even though you were trained to fight, you weren’t the best at it. Nevertheless, you tried to free yourself. You kicked the man in the shin, making his grip around you loosen. You took that opportunity to bite his hand before turning around, punching him in the face. You kept punching him until two other men grabbed you. You managed to get one of them injured by repeatedly kicking his private area, but the other guy one was too strong. He easily picked you and threw you onto the concrete floor, making you bang your head and knee. You groaned in pain, feeling a warm liquid running down your face. You pushed yourself to get up despite the excruciating pain you felt. His gun was pointed at you while he smiled. “Have a great time in hell, Choi Y/N.”

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and the man dropped his gun, clenching his hand in pain. A few more gunshots were fired at him, instantly killing him.

“Y/N!” you heard San scream. He picked you up in his arms bridal style, and you got a glimpse of his teary eyes.

“Min-Minhee,” you murmured, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Seonghwa’s got her” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

You slowly opened your ears, squinting due to the bright light. When your eyes adjusted, you realized you were in Yeosang’s mini hospital at your gang’s mansion. You turned your head to the side, spotting your husband reading some documents.

“San,” you murmured, but it wasn’t loud enough. “San,” you raised your voice a little, coughing due to your extremely dry throat.

San immediately turned to you, eyes widening. “Y/N!” He quickly poured you a glass of orange juice since that was the first thing he saw. He helped you drink the juice, feeling so relieved to see you finally awake.

“How are you feeling, my love?” he asked, taking your hand in his.

“Where’s Minhee?” you asked, panick clear in your eyes.

“Minnie is playing with Jongho and Yunho,” San said, making you sigh in relief that your daughter was alive. “She’s doing well. She got a few stitches, but it’s healing quickly. Our daughter is very brave.”

Your eyes teared up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you about—”

“Shh, don’t,” he cupped your cheek. “I understand why you did what you did, babe. I would’ve done that too. Anyway, we wiped out that entire gang and got the money back.”

“What happened? How did you find me?”

“We killed all the four men and the other three who were hiding. One of them ran away to Japan, but Wooyoung and Mingi went there and killed him,” San explained before getting a little nervous. “And um, don’t be mad, but I put a tracker on your necklace.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Hey, see, it proved to be helpful!” he said, putting his hands up defensively.

Before you could reply, San placed his hand over your mouth. He took a deep breath while a wide smile spread on his face. “I also have some good news.”

“What’s the news?” you asked, voice muffled due to San’s hand on your mouth. He opened his mouth to reply, but the door burst open, revealing your daughter.

“Mommy!” she squealed, running to your bed, trying to get onto the bed that was too high for her.

San picked his daughter up, placing her beside you. “Be careful, angel. Mommy is still recovering.” The little girl nodded at her father before looking at you.

“How you feel, mommy?” she asked.

“Much better, now that you’re here,” you replied, tickling her chin. Your daughter giggled, moving away from you. She placed her little hands on your stomach.

“Come out fast so that we can play!”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you glanced at San. “About that…” he chuckled, taking your hand in his. “We’re having another baby. You’re pregnant.”

“W-What?” you gasped in shock. You and San had been trying to get another child for quite sometime now.

“Yeah,” he giggled, kissing the back of your hand. “You’re almost a month long and the baby is perfectly fine.”

Happy tears streamed down your face while your hands moved to your stomach. San kissed your head before pulling away a little. “I know I’ve been getting on your nerves a lot, but thank you for blessing me with Minhee and now another baby,” he mumbled. “I love you so much, my beautiful wife.” He crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, smiling into the kiss.

“Eww!” your daughter squealed in disgust. “I’m going to tell uncle Jongho that you’re kissing!”

San pulled away with a giggle before lifting his daughter into his arms, placing kisses all over her face while she squirmed around, laughing loudly.

You lovingly watched the two of them with a large smile on your face, and you couldn’t wait for the future when your new baby would arrive, adding more happiness to your and your family’s lives.

ATEEZ San- Explore (oneshot)

Genre: Fluff, smut, high school au.

Pairing: badboy!San x reader (fem)

Word Count:2.5k

Warnings: profanities, masturbating for the first time, handjob, clit play, fingering.

You took a bite of your sandwich, listening to your bestfriend talk to you and your friends about her first time with her boyfriend.

“I swear, nothing feels better than that,” your bestfriend stated, taking a sip of her mango juice. “I can do it over and over again.”

Miri laughed. “I told you you’d enjoy it! Now it’s Y/N’s turn!”

You nearly choked on your sandwich. “W-What?!”

“Y/N, I’m pretty sure you imagine Choi San fucking you until you see—”

“Shh!” you put your palm over her mouth. “We’re in public! His crazy fans might hear you!”

A few months ago, you developed a crush on one of your school’s badboys, Choi San, after he suddenly became interested in you after being partnered for an assignment. Initially, you thought he just wanted to get into your pants, but after five months of knowing him, you knew he genuinely cared about you. You couldn’t deny that you liked the boy and of course you’ve thought about dating him, but you didn’t know how he truly felt about you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at San,” your bestfriend said with a smirk. “Not the lovey-dovey look, although I’ve seen that too, but I’m talking about the I-want-you-to-dick-me-down look.” Your cheeks instantly turned a bright pink; were you really that obvious? Well, it’s not your fault San looks irresistible. The man’s a whole Greek God in your eyes.

“You should make a move on him, Y/N,” Yeonhee said.

“Yeah, get some dick,” Miri agreed.

“Guys, you’re supposed to encourage me to study, not to have sex!” you said, finishing the remaining of your sandwich. “Besides, how will I let someone else do things to me when I’ve never done anything to myself?” Sure, you’ve made out before with your ex, but there was very minimal touching over the clothes and some tongue. You never went further than that.

“Then start with yourself, genius. Explore your body and get familiar with it,” your bestfriend stated nonchalantly. “I have the perfect advice for you. Trust me, you’ll love the experience once you start exploring yourself and it’ll be even better when someone else does it for you.”

-

“Hey, mom? Do we have coconut oil?” you asked, entering her bedroom. “My lips are really chapped,” you lied, knowing your mother would definitely fall for it.

“Yeah, it’s in the kitchen in the third cabinet,” she answered. “It’s good that you’re finally using something natural and not those chemical filled products.” Oh, if only she knew. “Coconut oil is very safe and has a lot of benefits.”

“Mhmm, yeah.”

You wished your mother goodnight before you made your way to the kitchen, filling a tiny container with the oil. You couldn’t buy sexual lube at the moment and you didn’t want to wait, so this was your only option.

You went to your room, placing the tiny container on your bedside table while waiting for your parents to fall asleep. Once you were sure they were asleep, you locked your bedroom door.

You took off your clothes and lied down on your back, remembering all the advice your friends gave you.

You coated your fingers with the coconut oil before pressing it to your clit. You gently rubbed your nub in an up-and-down motion, closing your eyes while you thought of San hovering over you, imagining that your fingers were his. Your free hand moved to cup one of your breasts, giving it a gently squeeze. You could feel the heat at your hole, dripping with your essence while you increased the pace, rubbing your clit faster, imagining San slamming his cock in and out of you.

“San!” you moaned loudly, fingers moving faster on your clit; you were glad your parents’ room was downstairs and on the other side of the house. Your back arched and your jaw dropped when you felt your clit become sensitive; it felt so so good. You kept rubbing at your nub until your legs shook and your clit was overstimulated. Was that it? Did you cum? You didn’t even know. You assumed you didn’t based on what your friends described an orgasm as.

You tried to rub yourself again, but your clit was too sensitive to handle it. You slowly sat up, putting your panties back on, feeling a little disappointed that you didn’t orgasm. Oh well, you can always try again next time.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump and you cover yourself with your blanket.

“San?!”

San was inside your room, leaning against your open balcony door, staring at you with a smirk on his face. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, and yet, he looked absolutely divine.

San has come into your room a bunch of times, but you certainly weren’t expecting him today. He always calls you before coming over, so you wondered why he didn’t do that this time.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your… session,” he said, although he didn’t seem sorry at all. “I would’ve stayed outside, but it’s really cold, and as you can see, I’m not wearing warm clothes.”

You didn’t really know what to say. “Uh, when did you get here?" 

"A minute or two before you moaned my name,” he muttered with a smirk, making you pull the blanket up to cover your flushed face. So he saw pretty much everything?

San chuckled, moving to sit beside you on your bed. “Don’t feel shy or embarrassed, Y/N,” he pulled the blanket down to your neck to reveal your face. “I always think of you whenever I need to get off.” You involuntarily let out a small whimper, feeling your sensitive clit throb at his words.

You sat up straight, letting the blanket fall to your waist, revealing your bare upper body. You noticed San gulp while his eyes took in the sight of your breasts. You wrapped your arms around his neck while you leaned in, gently kissing his jawline. San smiled, his hands moving to your bare waist, making you gasp at the feeling of his cold hands on your heated body.

Unable to control yourself, you crashed your lips onto his, and he responded immediately. You had imagined how it would feel to kiss San several times before, but this was a whole lot better.

Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him onto his back, straddling his lap. San smirked at your actions and you leaned down, reconnecting your lips. You involuntarily grinded onto his growing bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. You could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds while you moved on him. Without breaking the heated kiss, San sat up, pulling you along with him, so that his back was resting against the headboard of your bed and you were still straddling him. He broke the kiss to trail open mouth kisses along your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access.

“Can I touch you?” he mumbled against your skin, giving it a little nibble.

“Yes, please…”

San’s hands moved up your body to your breasts. He gently massaged your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, giving it a little swirl before repeating the same action for the other one.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this to you,” he said, lips meeting yours in a quick kiss before he changed positions, hovering above you. “Every time I came to your room, I had to control myself so much from wanting to kiss you… to touch you…” his hand moved down to your thighs, giving it a squeeze before he teased your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hand to cup your clothed heat, making you whimper.

“Fuck, please touch me,” you begged.

San slowly took your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening core. His fingers moved to your clit, gently stroking your sensitive nub. You grabbed his hand once your clit became too oversensitive again, stopping him from touching you.

“I… it’s very sensitive from what I was… doing before. It was my first time, so I don’t think I can handle more,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up. That’s when San noticed the tiny container of coconut oil on your bedside table.

“Oh, you masturbated for the first time today?” he asked. You nodded, a little embarrassed.

“And you were thinking of me while you did it? Fuck, that’s so hot,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. “Since you’re overstimulated, I won’t touch you there. But I can finger you, if and only if that’s okay with you.”

You nodded. “It won’t hurt, right?”

“From what I’ve heard, it most likely won’t. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

“Okay… then finger me, please.”

San kissed your neck while his fingers explored the area around your entrance, avoiding your sensitive clit; he didn’t want to just shove his fingers up immediately. “Just relax, baby,” he murmured against your skin, and your tense body relaxed a bit. He ran his finger along your wet folds, collecting your juices. He took his time, teasing you around that area, trying to get you wetter.

When you felt wetter, he moved his body to rest in between your legs. He slowly slipped a finger into your hole. “Does it hurt?” he asked. You shook your head and he continued pushing his finger all the way in. You winced at the slight sting you felt when he pulled his finger back a little. “Are you okay? Does it hurt, baby?”

“It stings a little, but it’s tolerable,” you said, your hands moving to his messy black hair.

San slowly started pumping his finger in you, trying to be as gentle as possible; the stingy feeling was starting to fade away and you let him know that. He tapped around your walls, searching for your g-spot. You sucked in a breath when he found your spot, clutching a fistful of his hair. “Found it,” he smirked, continuing to finger you, making sure to hit that very spot.

“S-San…” you moaned, your walls clenching around his finger. He kissed and gently sucked on the skin of your inner thighs while he fingered you. You could feel something building up in your lower stomach, and you assumed you were close to orgasming. “San, I think I'm—”

“Let it go,” he pumped his fingers faster, making your back arch. “Cum for me, baby.” His words and a few more pumps was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, making you loudly moan his name. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, eyes closing at your taste. “So fucking sweet.”

You pulled San into a kiss, tasting yourself, feeling really happy and relaxed. You felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh, and you instantly pulled away. “Let me help you now.”

San pecked your lips. “It’s fine, Y/N. This is all new to you so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or something.”

“I’ll be happy knowing that you’re satisfied too,” you said, running a hand through his hair. “But you’ll have to show me how cause I’ve never done this before.”

He chuckled cutely, kissing you softly before he sat against the headboard. “Grab the oil, baby. Pour some onto your palm,” he said, pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs. You did as he said while watching him unzip his jeans, taking it off along with his briefs, causing his hard cock to slap against his lower stomach, the tip leaking with precum. Your eyes roamed all over his naked body; you always thought San looked extremely handsome, but now he looked even better.

“Touch me, Y/N,” he said with a smile, grabbing your attention. “You just have to touch me like this,” he showed you how to do it and gave you a few tips.

“Okay…”

You gently wrapped your oily hand around his length, earning a slight hiss from him. You moved your hand up and down his length just like he showed you, lubricating it with the oil. You twisted your hand slightly, moving closer to his tip. “Fuck,” he muttered when you swiped your finger along his slit; you mentally noted that he liked it. Your hand moved back down and you added a little pressure, slowly jerking him off. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he moaned, staring at you with hooded eyes, lower lip caught in between his teeth. You increased the pace, making him buck his hips up. “Keep going, doll… I’m so close.” You moved your hands faster, earning a loud groan from San while he orgasmed, his cum shooting onto his stomach and some spilling onto your hand. You stroke him for a few more seconds before removing your hand.

San pulled you into a quick kiss. “That was amazing, Y/N. You did so well.”

“T-Thanks…” you blushed. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” he pecked your lips. “Let’s clean up, hmm?” You nodded, and the two of you made your way to your bathroom.

San told you about his day while you both washed up. After you both got dressed, you cuddled on your bed, resting your head on his chest.

“Oh, by the way… I actually came here to tell you something,” San said, intertwining your hand with his.

“Tell me what?” you questioned sleepily; you could hear his heartbeat speed up.

San took a deep breath, feeling quite nervous. “I… I like you, Y/N,” he confessed. “I’ve liked you ever since we worked on that assignment together. My feelings just keep getting stronger, so I just had to let you know today.”

You moved so that you could see his face that was filled with hope and anxiety because he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way even after what you both did minutes ago.

You reached up to cup his cheek, hand moving down to run along his sharp jawline. You brought his face closer to yours, capturing his lips in a soft, slow kiss, instantly making his tense body relax. You pulled away slightly to say, “I like you too, Sannie.”

San smiled wide, his dimples showing. He pulled you into a kiss even though he wasn’t able to stop smiling.

He pulled away to look at you, his hand gently running through your hair. “Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me tomorrow?”

You nodded with a smile, pecking his cheek. “Gladly.”

ATEEZ Reactions: You being affectionate/horny when drunk.

Seonghwa:

You had just gotten home from a party, and you were really drunk… and horny.

Seonghwa helped you remove your shoes and got you some water which you refused to drink. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his waist, telling him just how much you wanted him.

Seonghwa only smiled while he listened to your slurred words and attempted to try to make you drink some water; he has gone through this many times as he has been dating you for over two years, so he knew exactly what to do.

“I don’t want the damn water, Hwa!” you whined, pulling him close to you by his belt hoops. “I want you to fuck me!”

Seonghwa cupped your cheeks with his hands. “That’s tempting and all, but no. Just cause I’m your boyfriend, doesn’t mean I have the right to take advantage of you,” he tried to make you understand even though you were drunk.

Just as he expected, you finally listened to him after a few minutes, drinking the water he tried to make you drink earlier.

Hongjoong:

You and Hongjoong got into a relationship two months ago. He has never seen you drunk before, so he didn’t know what to expect when you came over to his place, totally drunk, after accidentally booking a cab to his apartment instead of yours.

“Joongie…” you clung onto his arm when he tried to get up from the couch. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back, baby. I’m just getting a snack,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You pouted. “But I don’t want you to go! You’re sooo warm and sooo comfortable and sooo pretty!”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m pretty?” he asked, amused.

You nodded, hugging his arm tighter, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “You’re the prettiest, Kim Hongjoong.”

He grinned before cupping your cheek, bringing your face to his so that he could kiss you. “You’re the prettiest too, baby.”

Yunho:

Yunho laughed at your poor attempt of trying to seduce him. You pouted, your drunk self realizing that he wasn’t taking you seriously at all.

“Yunho! If you won’t have sex with me, I’ll ask someone else to!” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yunho smirked. “Go ahead,” he said, not expecting you to actually listen to him; you got up from your seat and walked towards a random man at the bar.

Before you could reach the guy, Yunho wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back.

“All right, I’ll give you what you want, but you have to come home with me now, okay?” You nodded, letting your boyfriend drag you along to his car.

“Close your eyes, love,” he said after he buckled your seatbelt, and you obeyed him. He began playing lullabies in the car, hoping you’d somehow fall asleep like a baby.

To his delight, it worked.

Yeosang:

You pressed yet another kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek, making him smile.

“Babe, I’m not complaining or anything, but this is probably the sixtee—” you pecked Yeosang’s lips. “Now seventeenth kiss you’ve given me.”

“Shh, let me kiss my favorite of all favorite boys,” you said, placing a kiss on his temple.

Yeosang scoffed. “I’m your only favorite boy. You don’t have other favorites.”

“Wooyoung and San won’t agree to that,” you giggled. “But you’re the only boy I’m in love with, Yeosang… the only boy who makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world…”

Yeosang’s heart raced due to your confession and his cheeks turned very pink; you would usually tease him for it, but you weren’t sober enough to notice.

Yeosang would pull you in a sweet kiss, telling you how he was so in love with you too.

San:

You just felt like drinking alone in your apartment, and so you did. When San had called to tell you he would come over tomorrow, he noticed how slurred your words were. “Babe, are you drunk at two in the afternoon?” You giggled in response. San couldn’t let you be drunk and alone, so he came over as fast as he could so that he could take care of you.

“Sannie, do you know how fucking hot you are?” you questioned. “I want you to fuck me right now.” San was caught off guard by your last sentence, and you took that opportunity to straddle his lap, immediately kissing his neck.

San got carried away for a while until he regained his senses. “B-Babe,” he gently pushed you away before you could take his shirt off. “As much as I’d love to fuck you right now, I can’t and won’t.”

You pouted. “Why?”

“You’re drunk, love,” he said in a soft tone. “I will not take advantage of you in this state.”

“Okay, then tomorrow?” you asked innocently.

“Definitely.”

Mingi:

You were at a friend’s party, seated on Mingi’s lap, playing with his hand and placing random kisses on it.

The two of you have liked each other for years, but none of you wanted to make a move as you both were scared of ruining the friendship.

However, you finally made a move on him today after having a little too much to drink, confessing all your hidden feelings.

“Why are you kissing my hand, baby?” he asked, even though he knew your drunk response; he just loved to hear the words you said.

You pulled away with a wide smile. “Cause I love you sooo much!” you stated, words slurred.

Mingi’s heart beat rapidly in his chest; he felt the same way for you, and he wasn’t scared of the friendship getting ruined anymore. He let you kiss and play with his hand as much as you wanted while he thought about how to ask you out.

Wooyoung:

“Why won’t you dick me down?!” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest while you glared at your boyfriend. Wooyoung knew you got quite horny whenever you got drunk, so he knew exactly what to expect from you.

“Because you’re drunk!” Wooyoung mimicked your tone and actions.

You pouted. “I’m not drunk!”

“Okay, which city was I born in?” He always asked you this question whenever you got drunk.

“South Korea!” you named the country as always.

“Wrong answer,” he chuckled. “See, you’re drunk.”

“Wooyoung!” you stomped on the carpeted floor.

“Y/N!” he imitated you before pulling you into his arms. “Babe, I swear I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you,” he said, kissing your head. “But only when you’re sober, hmm?” You don’t know what made you agree, but Wooyoung was glad you did.

Jongho:

Jongho had just picked you up from a nearby bar. You had gone out with your friends and this was your first time properly drinking.

Jongho carried you on his back while he walked to your apartment. Throughout the walk, you were telling him random things he has done for you which you loved.

“You remember when you tied my shoelace on the bus?” you hiccupped. “That was so cute!” Jongho was quite stunned, not expecting you to find the small action cute.

“And when you got me my favorite snacks during my period? I was so touched,” you said with a happy sigh, resting your head on his. “I love you, Jongho. You mean the world to me!” You kissed the back of his head, making him blush.

Jongho was really touched by your words; his heart swelled with happiness by knowing that the small things he does can bring a smile to your face.

ATEEZ Reactions: Being on the same show as you. (Idol!Reader)

Seonghwa:

“Seonghwa is good at dancing to other groups, right?” the host of the variety show asked. Ateez nodded, explaining how Seonghwa loves to learn choreographies from other groups.

The host asked Seonghwa if he knew the choreography to your group’s latest song, and Seonghwa immediately nodded while San told the host that he saw Seonghwa learning it a few days ago. Of course, the host asked him to dance to it.

You watched your boyfriend dance to your group’s song in awe; he did it so gracefully and perfectly, not missing a single step or gesture. Ateez cheered for their oldest member, and so did your group; they were really surprised at how detailed it was.

“Seonghwa could be a member of your group,” the host joked. “Y/N would love that.” It was no secret that you admired Seonghwa a lot; your fans knew you loved Ateez. The only secret here was you were in a relationship with him.

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong, Jongho, you, and your group’s maknae were invited to a variety show where you basically have a drink with the hosts. For today’s episode, they decided to invite the leaders and maknaes of two groups.

Hongjoong was trying his best to not drink too much due to his poor alcohol tolerance, and it really isn’t a good idea to get drunk on a show when your lover is sitting right across you.

But that’s exactly what happened.

“Y/N is so beautiful, right?” drunk Hongjoong giggled. “We’ve been dating for almost two years now! But shh! It’s top secret!”

You were too drunk to care about the fact that Hongjoong just revealed your relationship. Instead, you began telling everyone how the two of you met while Hongjoong agreed to everything you said.

Your manager nearly got a heart attack, and Ateez’s manager could only sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please edit all of that out,” he said to the producer of the show.

Yunho:

You and Yunho were one of the judges for a dance survival contest. Fortunately, you got to sit right beside him.

Although the two of you were extremely professional, Yunho didn’t want to miss this opportunity to spend even a few seconds with you; time with your loved ones is extremely precious, especially when you’re an idol.

Yunho would intertwine your hands under the table, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb, making your cheeks turn pink. Luckily, there was a wall right behind where you and the rest of the judges were seated and the table was high enough, so Yunho’s actions weren’t noticeable at all.

Every break you got and every time the cameras weren’t on you, Yunho would somehow shower you with love by either verbalizing how much he loves you, or by doing little cute things like kissing your forehead.

Yeosang:

Yeosang was thrilled when he found out that the two of you would be the MCs for a music show for an entire year.

Of course, you were as happy as him. After all, you get to see your lover every week.

The two of you enjoyed filming together and wearing matching outfits. You got the chance to take and upload a lot of pictures with him without the public suspecting anything. Of course, a lot of fans shipped you both and even kept a ship name. You were really happy to see your fans being so supportive. However, you noticed a couple of fans calling you and Yeosang ‘cutest siblings.’

“Hey,bro, did you eat?” you teased your boyfriend.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow. “Babe, did you just call me bro?”

“Our fans said we’re siblingsso yeah, you’re in the bro-zone now.”

“All right, sis.”

You playfully hit his bicep. “Okay, eww, no! It’s babe to you,” you said, making him chuckle.

San:

The second San found out that he would be collaborating with you for an award show, he got extremely excited.

You were given only three weeks to practice, and those three weeks were the best weeks of San’s life as he got to spend soo much time with you. The choreographer was really close to San, so the two of you didn’t have to be secretive about your relationship.

On the day of the award show, fans went crazy about the performance; the two you you nailed it. The performance went viral and everyone praised the two of you. Fans were stunned at the chemistry between you and San, and they called it the best collaboration of the year.

After the award show, San spent the night with you. “Look at this article, babe!” he handed his phone to you. “Look at the pictures they’ve taken of us. Wow! You look so stunning. We did so well today.”

You chuckled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Time to celebrate, yeah?”

Mingi:

“So we’re gonna play a rap part from Ateez’s Fireworks. Everyone except Mingi has to write down what they hear,” one of the hosts explained.

Once you heard Mingi’s rap part, you mentally smirked, knowing you’d get every word right. You quickly wrote down the lyrics, confident that you were right.

Most of the people did really well, but when it was your turn to read whatever you wrote, you were surprised that you got most of it wrong. You glanced at your boyfriend who raised an eyebrow at you, wondering how you did worse than more than half of the participants.

Later on when he came over to your apartment, he would be rapping to all of Ateez’s title tracks, making sure you remembered every word.

Wooyoung:

You were invited to a variety show where idols had to cook, and their food would be judged by actual chefs. The last thing you expected was your boyfriend getting invited too. The two of you didn’t have time to tell each other about this schedule, so you both were equally surprised to see each other at the venue.

“Oh my god. OH MY GOD! Y/N, the sauce is going to burn!” Wooyoung freaked out while whisking some eggs on the other side of the kitchen. “Babe, turn the stove off!” He didn’t even realize that he called you 'babe’ in front of the entire crew; they were shocked that you weren’t fazed by it.

You quickly turned the stove off before trying to stir the sauce that was kinda stuck to the pan. “Baby, the sauce is stuck!” you said, eyes widening in shock a few seconds later when you realized what you just called him. You glanced at the crew who were just as surprised as you.

The producer laughed. “Don’t worry, lovebirds, we’ll cut that out. Your secret is safe with us.”

Jongho:

“So what is Jongho’s ideal type?” one of the hosts of the variety show asked.

Jongho’s cheeks instantly turned pink and you could see the rest of Ateez struggling to not tease their maknae or glance at you. Your group members were also trying to control their smiles.

“Oh, I don’t really have a type,” Jongho answered honestly.

“But surely there must be something you look for in a person, right?”

“Well, I just want to be with someone who genuinely loves me and understands me… someone who I can show my vulnerable side to without feeling uncomfortable… I think that’s enough.”

“I hope you find that, Jongho,” the host said with a smile.

“I already have,” Jongho thought while glancing at you with heart eyes. You tried to control your smile but failed when you saw the happy smiles on all the Ateez members’ faces. They were so happy that Jongho had you in his life.

“You haven’t realized it yet, have you? I’m what the best nightmares are made of…”

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chat noir | choi san

word count: less than 1k

genre: black cat familiar! san x witch!reader, sort of of angst?, suggestive, overprotective san

warnings: drunk man harasses reader, implied smut, blood (nothing super gorey)

a/n: this is the most spiciest thing ive ever written and it’s not even that hot lmfao also pls lmk if i missed any warnings!

the moon shone brightly in the starry night sky as you wiped off blood from your familiar’s face in your old pick up truck.

“san, how many times have i told you to not get into fights for me?” you scold as you dab an alcohol pad on his face.

a hiss erupted from your familiar, “too many times.”

“then why do you still do it?” one of your hands holds san’s chin between your fingers as you tilt his head to examine for more cuts.

“he kept touching you, miss.” he answered, the same firey glint in his eyes still there. “he would’ve kept doing that to other women or you, if i didn’t come in.”

“i had the situation under control san.”

you opened another band aid to place on his cheek, your mind drifting back to what happened a few moments ago.

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