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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.

ATEEZ Reactions: You wearing their clothes.

Seonghwa:

You and Seonghwa were babysitting his nine months old nephew. The baby refused to let Seonghwa feed him; instead, he took the spoon of food from Seonghwa and threw it away, causing a mess on the floor, making Seonghwa sigh in frustration while he stared at the mess.

“Y/N, could you try feeding him? Maybe he’ll listen to you?”

You nodded, replacing your boyfriend. You took a spoon of the food and moved it around in the air like an aeroplane.

“The plane is coming! Say aaah!”

The baby giggled and pushed the plastic bowl off the table, causing everything to spill on you, dirtying the lower part of your blouse and your pants. Seonghwa offered you his clothes while he quickly washed your dirty ones.

When he saw you in his clothes, his eyes lit up. “Come here!” Seonghwa said, spreading his arms wide. He captured you in his embrace, placing multiple kisses on your head. “You look so good in my clothes. Now, how about we try feeding the little one again?”

Hongjoong:

You were at Hongjoong’s apartment, looking through his reformed clothes and accessories while you waited for him to finish reforming some shoes for Wooyoung.

One of the reformed jackets caught your eye: a denim jacket that had little flowers painted at the back. You thought it went really well with the plain white crop top you were wearing, so you put it on.

“You like the jacket?” Hongjoong asked when he noticed you wearing it.

“Yeah, it’s really pretty,” you said with a nod. “You’re so talented, love.”

“Thanks, babe. I reformed it while on tour,” he said with a smile. “You can keep it. It looks really nice on you.”

“Joong, this would be the fifth reformed jacket you’ve given me!”

Hongjoong chuckled. “And I will keep reforming more for you until I fill up an entire closet.”

Yunho:

Goosebumps arose on your skin as the temperature dropped, and the movie you and your boyfriend were watching was coming to an end.

Yunho noticed you tug on the thin blanket, trying to warm yourself a little. He quickly ran to his room and grabbed the first sweatshirt he found in his closet.

“Here, I know the blanket isn’t helping you much,” Yunho said, handing you his fleece sweatshirt. You were surprised he noticed as he seemed to be very interested in the movie.

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”

You put on his sweatshirt that fell right below your knee and adjusted your hair that got a little messy from the process.

“Oh gosh!” Yunho giggled, looking at you from head to toe.

“What?” you tried to adjust the sleeves that were really long for you.

“You look even smaller in my clothes, babe!” he pulled you into his arms, still giggling at the sight of you in his sweatshirt.

Yeosang:

You had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for Yeosang to come home from his late night practice session.

When he got home, he found you sleeping in a fetal position, wearing one of his hoodies and his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but giggle, thinking about how adorable you looked in his clothes.

After he changed into his pajamas, he lifted you from the couch, the movement causing you to wake up. “Yeosang? When did you come home?” you asked sleepily.

“About five minutes ago,” he answered, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He gently laid you on the bed and put the blanket over you before getting in with you.

“My clothes look nice on you, by the way,” he said, pulling you into his arms so that he could spoon you.

“Yeah, they’re really comfy,” you mumbled sleepily. Yeosang placed a kiss on your shoulder before he began to sing you to sleep.

San:

You glanced out the window of San’s bedroom, noticing how the heavy rain hasn’t stopped. It was already eight in the night, and you had to go back home as you had work tomorrow.

“Babe, the weather focast says it will rain until one. Why don’t you stay over? I can drop you off early in the morning.”

Your heart beat sped up; this would be the first time you were spending the night with him. “Are you sure, Sannie? I can just wait until the—”

“Of course I’m sure,” he mumbled, kissing your head. “I don’t want to you drive this late, especially when it’s pouring like crazy outside.”

Since it was sudden, you had nothing to wear to bed. San offered one of his t-shirts that fell to your mid-thigh.

Once you changed into his clothes, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him before he gently kissed you. “You look better in my clothes than I do, babe.”

Mingi:

Mingi laughed in amusement when you emerged from your bedroom in one of his sweaters that was way too big for you.

“You can literally wear it as a dress! How about I style you and take some pictures?” before you could say anything, Mingi dashed into your room, searching through your closet. He spent almost half an hour deciding what would look best with the sweater.

“Okay babe, wear this with those,” he said, handing you fishnet tights and pointing at your combat boots. “I’ve seen this style on some celebrities and it looked pretty good.”

You did as he said, and the result stunned him. “Wow, you look amazing!” he immediately took his phone out, taking pictures of you on his snapchat before he switched to the normal camera. “Okay babe, let’s go outside and to the rooftop to get some more pictures! I’ve got a lot of ideas!” He was reallyexcited.

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung told you he would be busy for the next four days and wouldn’t be able to meet you, so you wore his hoodie that he left in your apartment as you missed him a lot.

You haven’t wore any of his clothes before as your relationship was still new, but since he wasn’t here, you decided to wear it anyway; knowing Wooyoung, he most likely won’t be bothered.

However, Wooyoung came over to your apartment the very next day to surprise you. When you opened your apartment door, you weren’t expecting to see him.

Wooyoung’s lips stretched into a smirk at the sight of you clad in his red hoodie.

“Did you miss me that much, babe? I was only gone for a few hours.”

You were a little confused by his words until you realized you were wearing his hoodie. Your cheeks visibly turned pink, causing Wooyoung to laugh and lightly pinch them.

“You look adorable!” he squealed, pulling you into a hug. “You should wear my clothes more often.”

Jongho:

You were at a bowling alley with your friends. You were wearing one of Jongho’s favorite t-shirts as you had nothing to wear, and it went well with your demin shorts.

Jongho and his friends also ended up at the same bowling alley, and you were a little surprised to see him there cause he didn’t tell you about his plans.

“Babe! Hi!” he called out, approaching you.

You gave him a hug, causing your friends to tease you, but you ignored them. “I didn’t know you were bowling today too.”

“Oh yeah, Yunho wanted to play, and we all agreed,” he said, looking at you from head to toe. “Is this my t-shirt?” he asked, pointed at the t-shirt.

You nodded. “Yeah, I had nothing to wear.”

“That’s… a good idea actually,” he said with a chuckle. “Whenever you have nothing to wear, just take something from your boyfriend’s closet. Simple.”

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 Reactions- Leading him/you on prank.

Warning: suggestive content

Seonghwa:

“Hwa!” you called out from your bedroom. “Could you come here?”

“Coming!” you heard your boyfriend say. A few seconds later, he entered the room. “What’s up, babe?”

You didn’t say a word. You only pulled your t-shirt over your head, making Seonghwa’s eyes widen. You took a few slow steps towards him, leaving a small gap between the two of you.

Seonghwa smirked, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Could you put some moisturizing cream on my back, please?”

You reached for the bottle of moisturizer that you kept ready on the bed, handing it to a surprised Seonghwa.

“O-Oh sure…” he mumbled, cheeks turning pink.

You silently laughed, telling him about the little prank you pulled after he moisturized your back.

“Babe! I was literally mentally scolding myself for my sinful thoughts,” Seonghwa whined adorably.

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong had been so touchy with you the whole day, but he never really did anything to you and neither did he let you do anything to him.

“Y/N, look at this,” Hongjoong said, turning his laptop so that you could clearly see the screen. “I wanna buy this for us.”

Your eyes widened at the sight of the imagine of what you assumed to be a vibrator. You didn’t have any issues with getting one, but you were just surprised with how straightforward your boyfriend was being.

“It’s great at relieving stress, you know? I think it’ll make us feel really good,” he continued, trying his best not to laugh.

“Well, yeah, vibrators are meant for that,” you mumbled, causing Hongjoong to burst out laughing.

“It’s a massager, babe! What were you thinking?!” he laughed harder when your cheeks heated up.

“I don’t like you,” you groaned, making him finally pull you into a kiss, telling you all about his little prank.

Yunho:

“Which flavor do you want?” you asked your boyfriend, showing him four different popsicles that you recently bought. You randomly got the idea of leading him on to see how he would react, and you knew the popsicles were the perfect prop.

“I’ll have the lemon one,” he said, and you handed it to him.

You took the strawberry-kiwi one, taking your time to have the cold dessert in an unusual way that would certainly capture Yunho’s attention.

You glanced at Yunho, pleased to see him already looking at you. You knew your dirty-minded boyfriend’s thoughts were anything but pure.

You put the popsicle into your mouth, lightly hollowing your cheeks, looking directly at Yunho who was almost done with his own popsicle.

You pulled the popsicle out of your mouth, giving it kitten licks exactly like how you do to him.

Yunho had enough, an obvious tent forming in his jeans. “If you keep having the popsicle like that… I might just replace it with something bigger and better.”

Yeosang:

Two weeks ago, you decided to pull the famous ‘leading my significant other on’ prank on Yeosang. The video got a lot of views and your YouTube channel gained a large number of subscribers.

Presently, Yeosang was pulling that prank on you. He waited for two whole weeks to do this as he knew you’d know what he was upto if he did it earlier.

After setting up the camera on the bookshelf, Yeosang sat beside you on the couch. “Babe?”

You didn’t take your eyes off your phone. “Hmm?”

Yeosang gently took your phone from you and placed it on the table. He moved back to his previous position before he leaned in. You were quite excited, considering Yeosang had subtly teased you the entire day.

You waited for him to kiss you and give you some relief, but he didn’t, much to your dismay. Yeosang smirked and you caught on to his plan. “I know what you’re trying to do,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stated innocently, using your exact words from two weeks ago.

San:

“What are you doing, baby?” San asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye while he drove. Your hand was on his thigh, just a few centimeters away from his crotch.

“Hm? Nothing,” you said, giving his thigh a squeeze.

San looked suspicious, but he chose to focus on the road instead, albeit it was a difficult task, especially when your hand moved further up.

San bit his lip, but his eyes were fixed on the road. “Babe… do you want me to crash?”

You didn’t reply and you didn’t move your hand away either. When San reached a red signal, you took the opportunity to place your hand over his growing bulge. “Oops.”

San knew exactly what you were trying to do. As soon as the signal light turned green, he took a turn that was in the opposite direction of your shared apartment. He drove to the parking lot of a nearby supermarket, surprising you that he couldn’t wait just a little bit longer.

“Now, sweetheart, I can’t drive with this problem you’ve caused,” he stated in a low tone. “So until you fix it, we aren’t going home.”

Mingi:

“Are you going out somewhere?” you asked your boyfriend, scanning his outfit from head to toe. You thought he looked insanely hot in the black denim jacket you bought for his birthday.

“No, I’m staying home,” he simply replied.

“Oh… why are you dressed up?” you asked, slightly confused. You assumed that he probably wanted to take pictures of himself.

“Can’t I look good for you?” he asked innocently, albeit his purpose of dressing like that was anything but innocent.

“For me?” you raised an eyebrow, a smile forming on your face.

“Mhmm.” He moved towards you, towering over your smaller form. “Do I look nice?” he questioned, hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Yeah…” you closed your eyes when he leaned down, ready for him to kiss you. But it never came.

Instead, Mingi pulled away, leaving you stunned for a good few seconds until you realized what he was trying to do.

“Mingi! Get back here!”

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body while the two of you cuddled on the couch to watch a movie.

While you were so focused on the movie, Wooyoung wasn’t. He found it pretty boring and wanted to do something else, so he decided to play around with you.

Wooyoung placed a kiss on your shoulder, earning a smile from you in response. He slowly began trailing kisses from your shoulder to your sensitive neck, taking his time to mark your skin, successfully gaining all your attention.

When you turned around in his arms to kiss him, he only pecked you before getting off the couch. You thought he was gonna ask you to go to the bedroom, but he went to the kitchen instead, leaving you all hot and bothered.

“I’m gonna start making dinner now,” he said, trying not to laugh at your confused face.

You cleared your throat. “Well, that can wait. You better finish what you started or else we ain’t having sex for a week and—”

That was all it took for Wooyoung to run to you before dragging you to the bedroom.

Jongho:

Jongho was busy learning lyrics of a song he was going to perform. You scrolled through tiktok, watching videos of the 'leading my significant other on’ trend.

You couldn’t help but want to try it on your boyfriend, curious about how he would react.

You kept your phone aside before getting up from the couch, moving to the other couch which Jongho was lying down on.

You straddled his lap, surprising him. You leaned down slowly, barely brushing his lips with your own before you pulled away and got off of him.

Jongho got up, tossing his phone aside, easily picking you up bridal style before you could escape, making you let out a small squeak.

“You can’t just do that to me,” he said with a pout, carrying you to his bedroom.

“But I did.”

Jongho smirked. “Then be prepared to face the consequences now, doll,” he said, locking his bedroom door.

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.”

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 warnings: suggestive themes (no strings attached situation), hp themed au but we ignore jkrowling <3

• something crawls across your desk
• round and dark and you don’t have to look twice to know what it is
• part of you wants to turn and look over your shoulder where you are painfully aware of the fact that san is eyeing you up 
• he’s always sat at the back of potions - while you sat diligently in the front and part of you suspects its a strategical ploy on his end
• actually, you don’t expect, he has told you many times before that the view is just better from back there
• it’s sleazy and you should scoff at the attempt of bad flirtation
• but it’s hard for you to hate it as much as maybe the rest of your gryffindor housemates might
• because
• you like san
• but 
• you aren’t about to let anyone in school know
• so instead of looking behind you, you take your wand and flick the spider off the corner of your desk
• it falls - disappearing in a little cloud of smoke midair
• san’s always said he prefers them to snakes, he knows his whole houses deal with snakes slithers back to the ancestral wizards and bloodlines - but arachnids are so much cooler in his opinion
• you don’t like bugs or snakes or anything that likes the cover of darkness
• the only exception funny enough is …… well……… san
• “so did you get a date to the deathday party?”
  
• you break from thought and turn to your friend
• “huh - we don’t need a date for deathday parties. it’s just halloween basically.”
  
• “but it’s so much more fun to have someone to cuddle up to while the ghosts do all their prancing around….like what if you get scared and your boyfriend just……..”
  
• she clasps her hands around herself
• “holds you~”
  
• you roll your eyes and close your textbook
• you pull your worksheet out and get up to place it on the professors desk
• they smile and wave their hand to let you know you’re free to go, you say bye to your friend who grumbles in response that you’re abandoning them
• and as you walk down the rows of students - you reach the back of the room
• you don’t pause when you reach out for the door, but you feel the same gaze that’s been burning through you since san transferred here last year
• you thought you’d be disgusted with it by now
• but you’ve come to enjoy the slight, hot sting 
• “so, about that deathday party?”
  
• you groan
• you don’t want to talk about stupid trivial school events right now
• with sans lips against your neck and your back against the cool walls of the greenery
• instead of an answer you just tilt his head back up, gripping under his jaw and letting your mouth find his in an attempt to kiss him, of course, but to stop him from asking anymore questions
• san kind of gets your point and his hands slip from under your robes lower
• until they’re pressing into the skin of your hip and then
• his teeth sink into your lower lip and you pull back
• “hey - i said don’t do tha-”
  
• “do you want to go to the deathday party with me?”
  
• you give him a blank stare
• you hope he gets the point of it too, but with the way he hasn’t gone back to touching you, it’s clear he’s waiting for an actual verbal response
• “you know we can’t just show up to a party together.”
  
• “why not?”
  
• his hands leave your skin and your uniform falls back into place, he moves a little but still remains standing between your knees
• the sudden retreat of full contact makes you upset and you hook your foot around his to tug him forward
• instead of tipping over and into you, he puts a hand flat on your thigh
• “seriously, why not? are you scared that people will be mad about it.”
  
• “no - you know that isn’t the reason.”
  
• “then what is?”
  
• you sit up and want to tell him the real answer 
• the one that has been bubbling in the back of your mind these past couple of weeks
• it had really just been for fun, a thrilling and almost wholly self-serving reason 
• when you let san, a slytherin who was barely managing to pass half his classes, and notoriously known for being quite uninterested in studies, magical morality, or any of the things you held so near and dear to your heart
• corner you in the history section of the library 
• the books ruffling their pages on their own to hide the sound that came out of your mouth when he’d bit down into your skin for the first time
• really you had just wanted to do something reckless 
• because you were well on your way to being perfectly clean cut in every other manner
• but now - if you were to be completely truthful with him - you couldn’t just say
• “the reason is because im just using you. you mean nothing to me.”
• because through all the sneaking around in tight corners
• using disappearing spells to hide from teaches and classmates
• finding yourselves alone in that room of his
• far down the twisting halls of the slytherin dungeon
• you had fallen for all the charms of a person you had told yourself you should loathe 
• but san’s embarrassingly bad flirting, desperate manner of scratching to be as close as possible to you, loud and attention hungry attitude
• had spun tight around you
• because he was all those things, but through it all - through the bedroom eyes and lips on your thighs
• he was one of the most gentle people who had ever laid hands on you
• sure, you two could get caught up in a firestorm of young energy that would lead to both of you parting ways with evidence under the layers of your clothes that you’d admire in the mirror of your bathroom for days after
• but that’s not what you meant when you described him as gentle 
• it was his soul, that was at the core, tender
• little pretty whispers about your neck, your wrist, your eyes 
• sometimes when you were just talking there was the righteousness that people said he lacked laced through each, carefully chosen word
• he could seem like a wreck of a person to everyone, even his own friends
• but you’d somehow managed to catch the moments
• of him that were most vulnerable
• soft gaze that waits with manner to know if you are comfortable and safe with him, poetic words about the shadows of your bodies, there was even a mark of true faithfulness
• when you two had almost gotten caught by a angry upperclassman
• and san had let you escape before turning himself in and being slapped loud and hard and echoing 
• “who was with you?”
• the angry voice had barked and san had stood with his hands clasped in each other, knuckles white
• “no one. i was alone.”
•  so now when he asks you what the reason is that you don’t just want to let the world know
• why you don’t want to make a statement
• that this fling isn’t just that shallow pleasure seeking adventure you had intended it to start as and end as
• but that it’s two people - that really fit each other like puzzle pieces 
• you can only think of the real answer 
• which is
• “im scared. im scared that you don’t mean it as much as i do.”
  
• you don’t mutter those words, you just keep quiet again instead and san finally slips completely away from you
• he grabs his robe, hands curling around the green collar
• “saying nothing is enough of an answer.”
  
• you slide off the table and try to stop him
• but your hand doesn’t leave your side and your knees are weak
• and you’re worried that too much noise will make someone curious come looking 
• so you just watch him weave through the plants, until he’s gone. 
• he’s really gone.
• the days seem to start going backwards ….. even though the dates get closer and closer to the end of the month
• maybe its you that starts to function on some kind of made up timeline? because everywhere and everyone you look
• is somehow san
• the couples sitting in the courtyard sharing food, notes, kisses - they’re you and san
• the solitary roaming owls circling the sky with letters in tow - all the letters you imagine rain down 
• and when you pick one up it says his name, written with the pen strokes that you’ve seen flipping through his textbooks
• even the spells that leave your lips while you practice just turn to chants of his name
• but he doesn’t …. come back like you wait for. he’s not in the classes you share. he’s not waiting in the secret corners you’ve both chosen.
• he’s nowhere and yet everywhere for you. 
• the night of the deathday celebration - the entire school is buzzing
• not only are the ghosts all out to chatter and reminisce about their time as the living
• but the students are rushing up and down between the houses in costumes and masks
• you shove your face into your pillow and snap your fingers, commanding the door to your room to shut
• only to be knocked on a moment later
• you shout your roommates name, telling them to get it
• you’re in no mood to celebrate. you just want to fall deeper and deeper into your bed until you’ve completely disappeared from view
• you hear the scurrying of footsteps, laughter, and conversation and then suddenly a hand grabs your shoulder and flips you over
• “get up! we’re going to the party!”
  
• your roommate gleams with a grin and you politely, but harshly refuse
• “but your date will be so sad if you don’t show up!”
  
• you spring up at the word date. a part of your stomach flips and you think - is there anyway it could be him?
• your friend takes your shift in expression as a positive sign, whisking you up and out of bed - putting something that feels like a headband on your head - and pushing you toward the door
• you haven’t seen san for a week
• even though you feel as if the thought of him has more than tortured you every hour of every day
• so even with the chances being slim, you feel your shoulders tense and a nervousness seep in through your veins
• did he really come all the way to the gryffindor tower? is he finally coming back? did he tell my friends he-
• but you look up when you get to the hall and instead of san you see
• kim hongjoong
• he’s standing beside mingi, who is twirling your roommate around and giggling in unison with them
• “i-”
  
• you start and hongjoong extends his hand
• “your friend said you wanted to ask me to the party, but didn’t have the time. but ill gladly take you if you’d like.”
  
• you stare at his palm
• then back at him and the pretty prince’s costume he has on
• he’s actually exactly what you should want
• he’s in the top ten students of the ravenclaw house, he took OWLs early, he has been interning at the ministry of magic since he was a fourth year
• he’s clean cut, gentlemanly, quiet spoken, and just - perfect
• like you
• but your stomach flips again, in a bad way, in a way that’s telling you 
• no you don’t want to go to this party with him, but to refuse him to his face is somehow even worse than just giving in
• so you put your hand in his with a fabricated smile, that somehow is enough to convince everyone else.
• until you hear mingi let out a sound of surprise, you turn and look at him - fully expecting him to read through your fake happiness
• but instead he points the floor
• “spider!”
• you turn and see the spider
• “sa-”
• hongjoong crushes it with his shoe - hand still holding yours 
• “got it, should we head to the party?”
  
• so you end up in a familiar place with an unfamiliar persons hands on your waist
• dancing in the low light of the slytherin dungeons dorm 
• which has been transformed with pumpkin lighting and live music where every time the beat drops a bolt of electricity sparks from every corner
• the ghosts, always fond of the cold and the dark, had chosen this as the venue for the deathday party
• and although the headmaster and professors were looking grim about the prospect of the dorms being absolutely trashed
• everyone else was having a blast
• drinking spiked candy corn punch and pressing closer than mandated by the rules
• prefects were running around casting spells to push people from each other, but they were just snapping back into each other like magnets
• and in the shadows and heat of everyone else you can’t help but think about san again
• you are looking at hongjoong, you are trying to focus on something he is saying about the music
• but the wires of your mind are tangling and twisting and turning his hands on your waist into sans and his eyes into sans and his lips into sans-
• it takes you a moment because you’re so dazed
• to realize the lips you’re dreaming about aren’t kissing you, but hongjoong is 
• you pull back in horror and he mumbles an apology - but you turn, sensing something daunting 
• when you see - against the wall - staring right at you is the gaze that’s been on you for so long that you can never mistake it for another
• “san!”
  
• you gasp, and your hands drop from hongjoong’s shoulders, fast enough to watch san turn and disappear through the doors
• “san?”
  
• hongjoong repeats
• “the slytherin? why are you-”
  
• you rush toward him, pushing past the bodies that all seem to meld into one and other
• the electricity zaps just as the door closes and it makes you jump and when you push it back open
• the sound and the crowd shrinks 
• and you are looking down a dark, cold hall
• you take your wand out and spark a small light from the tip - “san?” you call his name
• legs shaking, voice a small tremble
• there’s no answer
• you keep going - subjecting yourself to the deeper parts of the dungeon until you think you’ve walked almost the entire hall and in front of you is a wall
• something crawls up the side of your leg and you freeze
• “san?”
  
• you breathe again - but there’s no response and the feeling keeps coming up your skin, up your clothes, up and onto your neck and then 
• just as you think you can feel it begin to crawl up to your lips
• it disappears and you turn because something like a flame starts to bloom from the center of your back
• and when you do
• it’s san
• a spider crawls across his cheek, disappearing into smoke on him too
• you don’t want to settle your breathing yet 
• you feel like you’ve been bounded to the spot you’re standing in
• “you could have just told me there was someone else.”
  
• “there isn’t.”
  
• “i saw it - you can’t just -”
• he starts, voice dropping until you think there’s only one thing you can say that would prove to him that it’s him
• “i want to be with you.”
  
• his eyes, long and overcasted with pain, widen
• “being without you is like being without myself”
  
• you stumble over the words - unfamiliar with this feeling of anxiety that has never grasped you so fully
• “it’s stupid to be scared of you leaving me, but i am more terrified that i won’t have you at all to begin with.”
  
• he is searing through you with the gaze 
• but the flame that used to burn hot with desire is now a cool, blue fire 
• that is scoping you out, weighing your words in his mind 
• until he presses his lips to yours and you lean back against the wall to let your hands find his neck
• “i won’t leave you.”
  
• he breathes into your skin
• his scent floating around you and comforting you in the dark as you drop your wand and the only light you two had is gone
• “you might even get sick of me and ask me too, but i won’t because i love you.”
  
• you want to laugh at that 
• not because it is funny but because he must be insane
• to think you’d ever get sick of him
• even a week without him has left you suffering in withdrawl, for the first time it’s you who san can’t keep up with
• as you kiss him back harder and lick into the roof of his mouth and pull your hands under his shirt
• and he has to nearly stop you from undressing him there - because you just want to devour this moment over and over
• until the taste of him is ingrained in your memory and you can recall what its like to have his pulse against your tongue even if a million miles separate you
• san returns the sentiment, his hands itch too to find the places he adores most but even still
• the entire school is a hallway away, so is the headmaster
• so he lets you kiss him again, mark the side of his jawline and get your hands down to his belt before he mutters that he knows a shortcut to his room from here
• you and san don’t return to the party
• but the house ghosts saw you
• and in the morning when san is walking down the gryffindor hall from your dorm
• everyone knows very damn well why he’s there
• the shock the questions the side eyes are all what you expected
• but they don’t compare to the comfort that comes with having him beside you again
• sitting with him at the top of the tower, legs swinging over the side, his smile in your neck
• “i think its kinda cool that our anniversary is on halloween”
  
• he comments one day as you’re sitting in his lap in slytherin commons
• you turn to look at him
• “wait, did you have a costume for the deathday part - what was it? i didn’t see.”
  
• “oh you didn’t notice?”
  
• you shake your head and san plays with your fingers before grinning up at you - long cheshire smile
• “i was dressed as your boyfriend. fitting huh?”
  
• you lean forward and he puckers his lips in anticipation, but then yelps when you flick his forehead
• “i think you might have been right about that getting sick of you predication.”