Thinking About Adding Publish Dates To Every Fic I’ve Written So You Can See My Progress Or Maybe I’ll

Ateez As Emotes~

Hongjoong: (¬_¬)

Seonghwa: ಠ_ಠ

Yunho：(˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)

Yeosang: o(∩_∩)o

San：(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Mingi： ･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

Wooyoung：ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Jongho:╭(╯ε╰)╮

PSA: THERE👏ARE 👏NOT👏ENOUGH👏JONGHO👏FANFICS👏

Where are the Jongho smuts?

Where are the Jongho AUs?

Where are the flirty Jongho imagines?

Where are the college jock Jongho fanfics?

Where are the cocky-and-overconfident Jongho imagines where y/n brings him down a peg?

Or the ones where soft boi™️ Jongho is brought out of his shell a bit by y/n?

Or hell something where y/n teaches herself to break apples to impress her crush Jongho?

MY MAN DESERVES BETTER 😤😤

AND IF IM ELECTED AS PRESIDENT YOU BETTER BELIEVE I WILL BE DONATING TO THE CAUSE 💪😡

#justiceforappleboy

I Hate That For You~

ꕥPosted: 3/30/22

ꕥGenre: Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Roomate!Wooyoung

ꕥWord count: 2.8k

ꕥWarnings: Pwp, Wooyoung is an asshole, reader is really going through it, yelling (from reader to Wooyoung and from Wooyoung to reader) language, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), it’s sweet at the end tho-

ꕥTaglist: @cappujinho​ @bobateastay​ @nevieatiny​ @onceonafullmoon 

ꕥA/N: Reminder that this is a work of fiction. Please be kind to your roommates!

“WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT OUR COOKING PANS?” You yelled from the kitchen floor, rummaging through the cabinets.

You heard a disembodied voice ring out from your shared bedroom, matching your anger, “I LITERALLY DON’T EVER USE THEM! YOU HAD THEM LAST!”

“YEAH I KNOW YOU DON’T USE THEM THAT’S WHY OUR ROOM IS FUCKING LITTERED WITH TAKEOUT TRASH!”

You hated your roommate. He was loud and obnoxious and overwhelmingly rude. If you had the money, you would’ve moved out of the apartment ages ago. You had never been a particularly aggressive person before you met him, but every snide comment from him made you want to punch him. Alas, as a college student all of your money went towards tuition and food, and you were unfortunately stuck with him.

“I don’t know why you hate him.” Your friend San asked one night, “Have you seen Wooyoung? He’s gorgeous. Honestly if you don’t hop on that I will.”

You scoffed, “I couldn’t care less what he looks like. His personality is shit, he’s a slob, he brings a different girl home to fuck almost every weekend—not quietly, might I add—and is always mean to me. Am I supposed to just discount that because of his looks?”

“I just don’t get it. He’s always nice to me when I come over.” San propped a hand under his chin, a small pout on his lips.

“He’s seemingly nice to everyone except me.”

“And you really don’t know why that is?” San asked, eyebrows furrowing.

You took a sip of your iced tea, looking at him with exhaustion, “Not a damn clue.”

You heard Wooyoung loudly stomp out to the kitchen. Annoyed, you craned your neck to face him, “What do you want?”

“Quit making so much goddamn noise, would you? I’m working on something important.”

“Oh, like what?” You gave a bitter laugh, “Seducing your next girl toy for this weekend? Because you certainly aren’t cleaning your side of the room.”

“At least I have sex! Maybe that’s why you’re such a bitch all the time.”

Your eyes widened, an overwhelming feeling to crush his skull coursing through you. As you stood you saw a flicker of fear in his eyes and you would’ve laughed in any other situation.

“Out.” You uttered under your breath.

Wooyoung’s face contorted to an expression of confusion, then offense. No doubt a second away from firing back with some rude comment.

You took one step closer to him, noticing the way his eyes drifted downward to your hand tightening on the spatula you were grasping.

“I said.” Two steps closer, “Get. Out.”

To your surprise he didn’t fight back. Wooyoung pressed his tongue to the side of his mouth and left out a breath, nodding and walking to the door, slamming it on his way out.

The instant he was gone you crumbled. Falling to the floor you began to sob. You were hungry, stressed, and beyond exhausted. Your head throbbed as it always did when you were around him, somehow even worse this time. If you had the energy to feel sexually frustrated, you probably would’ve felt that, too. You didn’t want to admit it—and you hadn’t to anyone but yourself—but you did find him attractive. Very attractive. And you cursed yourself for that.

And okay yeah, maybe you hadn’t had sex in a long time and yeah maybe your resolve for fighting your feelings about him was starting to crumble, but you couldn’t admit that to him. You’d survived living with him for three months and you could make it one more, just until the semester was over.

The tears streaming down your face made it almost impossible to see anything, but you reached for your phone on the kitchen counter regardless. You texted San, begging him to come over.

In record time, you heard a knock at your door. Pulling yourself together, you got to your feet and slowly put one foot in front of the other.

Prying the door open, you were greeted with a sympathetic face, “What did he do this time?”

You led San to the couch. Shutting your eyes out of frustration and willing the tears to stop, you grabbed a pillow and held it tight to your chest. In between hiccups and sobs you retold the event, a few stray tears streaming down your face as you did so.

“Oh sweetie,” San wrapped you into a tight hug and let you bury your head into his shoulders, taking all the time from him you needed.

“How about we go out?” He asked, wiping a tear from your cheek, “We could go shopping or get boba or do whatever you’d like.”

You nodded, eager to do anything to get away from your apartment. And so, you left with San, spending the day ignoring the homework glaring your direction and sipping on far too expensive boba. By the time the sun was setting, you sighed, knowing you’d have to face Wooyoung once more.

“Think you’ll be okay?” San asked as you sat in his car outside your apartment.

“I’m gonna have to be. I have to go back sooner or later.”

San nodded, pulling you into a hug once more. “If he pulls any bullshit, I swear to god give me a call and I’ll beat his ass.”

You smiled at your friend. “Thanks, San.”

You felt dread creep over your body as you opened the car door and walked up to your apartment. You closed your eyes as you unlocked the door and pressed on the knob to open the door. Walking in, you saw Wooyoung propping his feet up on the table in front of the couch. A TV show you didn’t recognize was on screen.

“Oh god you’re back.” Wooyoung sighed, “I was really hoping you’d leave me alone for a while after yelling at me this morning.”

Feeling completely drained, your voice came out in a whisper. “Why are you so fucking mean to me?” You didn’t realize why his expression softened until you felt a few tears begin to run down your cheek. Again.

His voice was more gentle this time, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of you crying for the first time. “You’re mean to me, too.”

“Because I have to be! How else am I supposed to react when you call me a bitch or say mean things to me? Am I supposed to just take it?” You walked closer to him, determined to prove your point.

Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair. He stood up and took several steps towards you, his other hand resting on his hip. “You want the truth?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know how to act around you.”

Your brows furrowed, “And? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I try to piss you off because you’re really hot when you’re mad, but I don’t know when I take it too far or how to stop.” His eyes darted between yours, gauging your reaction.

You blinked, not fully processing his words. “Then why do you bring girls home every weekend?”

His eyebrows narrowed, “Because I’m trying to make you jealous! It’s obviously not working!”

“Yeah obviously!” You crossed your arms, trying to hold onto the remaining anger you had, but you couldn’t help but notice what San had been talking about earlier. His sharp jawline, beautiful tanned skin, the way his tight clothes hugged his fit body...his plump lips which were looking far, far too soft at the moment.

Wooyoung noticed your staring and moved a hand to tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to lock with his.

“Kiss me.” He ordered.

“What?” You asked with much less conviction than you intended. You could feel your anger fading, being taken place by the fire igniting in your lower abdomen.

His face became more serious, “If you don’t want this, say so and we’ll pretend it never happened. I’ll understand.”

Slight panic set in, and in fear that you’d never get another chance, you kissed him hard. He instantly returned the kiss, letting go of your jaw and running his hands down the sides of your body. You shivered, his actions fanning the desire within you.

He chuckled darkly, “Cute.”

You whimpered and reached down to wrap your hands around his belt, grabbing it and pulling him closer to you.

“Nuh-uh. You’re gonna be patient, understood?”

“I don’t have to be anything.”

“Then I’m not gonna help you get off. You want that? Hmm”

You whined, reluctantly shaking your head. Wooyoung bit your lip and pushed you to sit down on the couch.

“Take your shorts off.”

You didn’t want to question how quickly you became submissive to him, or how desperately you wanted him inside you, because you couldn’t. Part of you felt like you couldn’t even fully process everything that was happening. You just wanted him to touch you, please you, give you something.

He smirked when you tossed your shorts to the side, eyes lingering on the blue lace panties you were wearing. He placed his arms on either side of you, lips beginning to dance down the side of your neck, taking in how you squirmed beneath him.

Wooyoung placed a few sloppy kisses on your neck that left you whining before leaning in close to one of your ears, “You’re completely soaked. Do I turn you on that much, princess?”

You closed your eyes, nodding eagerly.

“Use your words. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yes.” You squeaked.

You felt his fingers lightly brush the inside of your thighs, getting so close to where you wanted him to touch you, but never reaching it.

“Please.” You begged, out of breath even though he had barely touched you.

“Please what?”

You opened your eyes, “Please touch me. I need you so bad.”

He growled and ran a finger along your clothed slit, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck, your hips bucking up into his fingers.

“Tell me,” He whispered, voice becoming deeper by the second, “How long has it been for you? A month? Two?”

You shook your head, “Over a year.”

“Ah,” Wooyoung chuckled, “This will be fun, then. Won’t it?”

“You better not draw this out.” You said, not at all sounding threatening.

“Oh darling, don’t tempt me.”

You huffed, removing a hand from his neck and running it down his chest before slightly dragging your hands over his clothed erection. His breathing sped up and you smiled.

Cute, you thought.

As if he could read your thoughts, one of his hands slipped under your panties, fingers rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit. You gasped, your hand halting it’s movements as you felt my brain fog over, legs already twitching slightly.

Wooyoung’s lips moved back to your neck, quickly finding your most sensitive spots and kissing them repeatedly. He pulled away to remove your shirt, then bra. Before you instinctively went to cover your chest, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand toying with the other. Your back arched as you moaned his name, weaving your hands through this hair. His free hand once again returned to your core, playing with the clothed bud.

“Oh for the love of god take them off.” You complained, surprised when he actually slid your panties down your legs.

His dark orbs remained on your heat before flicking up to your eyes, “You’re so pretty, you know? I had no doubt you’d have a pretty pussy, too.”

You flushed, feeling embarrassed only temporarily before you felt his fingers brush over your slit, embarrassment disappearing as you watched as he lowered his head and took your clit in his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud.

“Wooyoung-g fuck. Don’t stop!”

He chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you further. He pushed a digit into you, curling it as he did so, soon pressing another in.

“F-feels good. Better than my—fingers.”

“You touch yourself, baby?”

“Yes,” you moaned, “When you’re not here.”

“Such a shame. Why don’t you ask me for help next time, mmm?”

His cocky tone both pissed you off and turned you on, both he was becoming very good at. “Shut up and eat me out, Wooyoung.”

He growled, a borderline primal noise that caused a whine to leave your lips, “Say please.”

Before you could say a word, he pressed two fingers into you, stretching you out. Bending down to ear, he spoke again, “Say please, my princess.”

Your resolve was wearing, and at this point you didn’t care what you said or how pathetic you sounded, as long as he got you off.

“Please!”

Wooyoung smiled and moved back to your core, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive areas. You’d lost count of the amount of times you had moaned his name and begged for him to continue, but you didn’t care. You only cared about release and you were so, so close. You knew he could tell, too, based on his movements.

“Let go for me, y/n.”

As you felt your release, Wooyoung rubbed small circles on your thighs, smiling at you sweetly.

“Take me into the bedroom. You’re not fucking me on this couch.” You managed to say through ragged breaths.

“You’re hot when you try to boss me around.”

“I’m hot all the time, fuck you.”

He let out a full laugh—why had you never noticed his dimples before?—and began leaving kisses along your neck again.

You sighed, “Okay this is absolutely unfair.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, before continued his actions.

“You’ve still got all your clothes on.”

He smiled, “Guess we’ll have to fix that then.”

Without a word he picked you up, carrying you princess style to your bedroom, plopping you on the bed.

“Why do we have to fuck on my bed?”

“We don’t have to fuck at all if you-”

“No wait, wait I’m sorry.” You pleaded, desperation taking over.

Wooyoung laughed, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding the rest of his clothes before climbing on top, eyes devouring every inch of you.

“You should stop wearing shirts. Like for good.” You traced your hands down his abs, watching him chuckle.

“You should just never wear clothes again, beautiful.” He leaned down to your ear, breath tickling your skin, “Are you ready, baby girl?”

You nodded.

“That’s not a yes.”

“Christ. Literally just fuck me please!”

Flipping you on your stomach, he grabbed your ass and raised it in the air. Wordlessly he entered you, groaning as he stretched you out. You felt his nails grip hard into your ass, but you could hardly care as his continuous motions were making your eyes roll back.

Stings of moans and pleads left your mouth, muffled by the bedsheets as he endlessly left you breathless. In the few moments that you were able to have conscious thoughts, you wondered if this was like drugs were like. You felt intoxicated, completely out of breath. And you wanted like hell for it not to stop.

You let yourself give into him fully. Letting go of all the tension and stress you’d built up for months.

What a place you’ve ended up with him. You let out a small laugh, knowing your friends would never believe you were fucking the man who had made your life hell for so long.

“You laughing at me?” Wooyoung asked, confused.

You turned to look at him. He was as beautiful as ever. His tan skin glazed with a thin layer of sweat, his usually styled hair a mess.

“You’re a lot more tolerable like this, you know?” You jabbed at him with a laugh.

Wooyoung laughed, picking up his pace as he found your clit and began to toy with it, “So are you, dear.”

In an instant, without any warning it seemed, you were cumming hard. His name was falling from your lips with incoherent moans. His motions continued as he rode you out through your orgasm before you pulled him away from sensitivity.

“You still gonna yell at me after all that?” You asked in a half-joking manner.

Wooyoung let out a groan, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. He nuzzled his head against your neck. “Not if you don’t yell at me first.”

You were silent, weighing on whether to ask the question in your brain, afraid of the answer. “Do you…do you regret it?”

Wooyoung looked taken aback, his face scrunching in confusion. “No, god no. Why?”

“I mean we weren’t exactly close before.”

Wooyoung rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling in thought. “No, not exactly. But,” He sat up beside you, running his fingers along your face, “I’d like to try to be. If that’s alright with you.”

Your heart fluttered. And for once, you let it. “I’d really like that.”

I’ve been gaining a lot of followers lately (thank you so much btw🥺💕) so I wanted to reintroduce myself for everyone who is new!

My name is Doe, my pronouns are she/her, and I’m 22 years old

I graduated college roughly a year ago and I live in the us

My Ateez bias is San but I’m in love with all of the members and it’s a constant struggle

I write both nfsw and sfw content and I have a masterlist on my pinned post that has all my works listed. I keep it updated as often as I can!

I’m very friendly so please don’t be shy to say hello! I love meeting new people :))

Constructive criticism is always welcome! I want my writing to improve, not only for myself, but for you all as well! I want to write imagines/fics that many people can enjoy!

And requests are always open unless I decide to close them, in which case I’ll make a post about it. I have a link on my pinned post that has the rules for what I will and will not write so please read that before you request anything!

Whether you are following me or not, thank you for being here! Your support means the world to me💕

Vampire Shift Teaser//Now Posted~

ꕥWill Be Posted On: 5/23/21

ꕥGenres: Smut, Fluff, Angst, College!au, Horror!au

ꕥPairing: Human!FemReader x Vampire!Jongho

ꕥTagging: @bobateastay @cappujinho

ꕥA/N: I’m not sure how long this will end up being, but it’ll definitely be one of my longer posts, which I’m excited about. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and lmk if you’d like me to add you to the tag list ☺️✨

I bit my lip, anxiously mulling over the question I’d wanted to ask him for weeks. I didn’t know how he would take it, let alone how I would bring it up, but I needed to ask at some point. Knowing he could probably sense my nerves, I gave in. “Jongho, can a human turn into a vampire?”

He hummed, turning to face me. “Why do you ask?”

“I just...I didn’t know if it could happen or not.”

Jongho chuckled, “Yeah it’s possible. It’s a long ass process to go through though, and there’s a lot that can go wrong, so it rarely happens.”

I shifted in my seat, trying not to appear overly interested. “Why is that? What can go wrong?

He smiled and raised a brow, his cocky persona resurfacing, “You sound so eager to know, dear. Do you want to become a vampire?” His eyes briefly flickered towards my lips before he tilted his head, dragging his soft lips across my neck. I let out a gasp when I felt the tips of his teeth lightly scraping my skin, “Or maybe you’re just looking for an excuse for me to put my mouth on you?”

Like with anything that exuded him, I felt myself becoming quickly overwhelmed, my mind now hazy and distant. I shut my eyes in an attempt to gain some semblance of control over myself.

“Your thoughts are swirling, doll.” Jongho began leaving gentle kisses along the side of my jaw, “Don’t think too much. Just let me take care of you. Okay?”

“Okay.” I said through a short breath, knowing we’d just have to have the conversation another time.

So um. Would anyone read a sub!san imagine if I wrote it or nah 👉👈

The coffe shop Au was super cute 💖💖💖

I’m so glad you liked it!! I loved writing it and honestly I think it’s one of my favorites

A Plane For Two~

ꕥPosted: 8/21/20

ꕥGenre: Smut, Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x San

ꕥWord Count: ~1.3k

ꕥWarnings: Protected sex, fingering, language

ꕥA/N: This was requested and I hope you all like it! Requests are still open but please keep in mind that I have gone back to college so they might not get done as quickly as before. Also, in case you can’t tell, the nickname Kitten for me is just 😩👌🥵

“Are you ready, babe?” San asked with a dimpled smile.

“Absolutely! I’m so excited!”

Today was the day San and I were headed to Paris. I had never been outside my country before and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but San always made me feel safe and confident. There’s no one I’d rather travel with. Although we’d been dating for over a year, this was our first vacation together. I was so ecstatic when he told me that he planned the entire trip just for us. I felt like we’d reached a new place in our relationship.

I remember when we told our friends we’d be leaving. The both of us were going to be gone for two weeks so we obviously had to let them know. San gathered the seven men in our apartment living room.

I gave a wide smile, “San and I are going to Paris! We’ll be gone for two weeks so just a heads up.”

“Ughhh I’m jealous as hell. I wanna go to Paris.” Hongjoong pouted and crossed his arms.

“I’m not.” Mingi shrugged.

We all turned to him, waiting for his explanation. He gave us a timid look then laughed, “I don’t speak croissant.”

Everyone burst into laughter. It was probably the hardest I’ve laughed in a while. Overall, they were quite excited for us. Yunho insisted that we take as many pictures as possible and Yeosang gave us the ‘wise’ advice to not get into a fight with a mime. “They have no mercy,” He told us. I simply nodded, not bothering to question his reasoning.

Looking around our apartment, I double checked that we had everything we needed. When I saw we left nothing behind, we drove off. We arrived at the airport roughly two hours early but both of us were just so excited we couldn’t help it.

For the past two months we had both been learning French in preparation for our trip. Our French had become pretty good given the time frame, if I’m honest.

There were several restaurants in the airport so we decided to stop for a bite before we headed off.

“McDonalds, babe?”

“San I will kick your ass if we eat fast food. We’re going to Paris, dammit.”

He shook his head and smiled. “You have passed your first test, A plus to you.”

“Oh there’s a test? Why wasn’t I informed of this?”

“Pop quiz.”

The two of us found a cute little cafe to eat at. It was a beautiful Italian restaurant, complete with ornate decor. The golden lights lit up the room, giving it a cute aura.

We sat down and looked at the menu. I was pretty impressed given it was an airport restaurant. A woman asked us for our order and I couldn’t help but notice her eyeing up San. I grabbed his arm and put it around my shoulder. Back off, bitch. He’s mine. I didn’t have the balls to say it, but I certainly thought it. The woman saw my actions and looked down, obviously defeated. The woman quickly left after we selected our food, sparing no time in leaving us.

San turned to me with a playful look in his eyes, “Someone’s jealous.”

“Yeah actually I am. You’re mine.”

San gave me a sweet smile, “You’re cute.”

As we received our food we took our time to eat, discussing the places we’d like to visit, restaurants we were excited to eat at, and everything in between.

Bellies full, we walked over to where our plane would be boarding. And now, the waiting game began. It hit me how tired I truly was so I ended up in San’s lap telling him I’d only take a quick nap. The man smiled, not believing me.

I hated to admit that he was right but the next thing I knew, San was waking me up with a gentle voice as our plane number was called. The two of us looked at one another with an excited expression.

Holding hands, we boarded the plane and took our seats. I saw a male flight attendant eyeing me and I smiled to myself, waiting until San noticed, because I knew he would.

I felt a hand grab my chin and turn my head roughly before I felt a pair of soft lips interlocking with mine. I kissed back, knowing it was my jealous boyfriend. When I pulled back I was met with San’s tense eyes.

Smiling, I mocked his words earlier. “Someone’s jealous.”

He simply rolled his eyes and intertwined our fingers, placing his head on my shoulder. I chuckled to myself and looked back to where the flight attendant was previously. He was nowhere to be found.

We had intended to stay awake during the flight. Key word: intended. I ran my hands through San’s hair and within minutes he fell asleep. I knew he was exhausted and I didn’t have the heart to wake him. Watching him sleep so peacefully made me tired and I soon drifted off to sleep once again.

This time, I was the one to wake San up. The loud voice over the intercom startled me awake but he clearly didn’t have the same problem.

“Baby, we’ve gotta wake up.” I cooed.

He swatted at the air and pouted. “Five more minutes.” The roughness of his voice turned me on more than I’d like to admit, but I laughed it off and got the man to stand up and help me get our luggage.

-

In the blink of an eye, it seemed, we were in the heart of Paris. Some people quickly rushed here and there, some appearing relaxed at gorgeous eateries, but all were dressed in beautiful apparel. I was thankful that the both of us decided to dress up.

San in a purple sweater with the sleeves rolled up, causing his forearms to show—pinch me—and I in a light yellow dress with beautiful flowers adorning it.

“Where would you like to go babe?” San questioned.

I let out a chuckle, “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

San squinted and nodded. “I think we can make that happen.”

Although we didn’t quite go everywhere, we certainly saw as most of Paris as one can in two weeks. We hit all the classic tourist spots; the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, Le Marais, and the Seine River. Thanks to a quick Google search we found some other fascinating places to go like Montmartre, Sacré-Coeur Basilica, and the Tuileries Garden. Every one of them had their own charm and were completely breathtaking.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and two weeks went by in a flash. We soon arrived home, and I couldn’t help but thank San endlessly for the trip.

“This trip was...beyond amazing, San. Thank you so much for this.”

“Of course. Only the best for my girl.”

I smiled and kissed him gently. I only had innocent intentions, but San had other things in mind.

San bit my bottom lip and wrapped his arms around my waist. He held me tight against him, making me flush. The man smiled into the kiss and slowly began to raise my shirt over my head.

“This okay babe?” San asked between our heated kisses.

“Yes. I want this.”

At my words he threw my shirt off, soon ridding himself of his own shirt.

I felt myself grow wet at the his dark gaze. The lust in his eyes seemed to grow by the moment. I couldn’t help but feel submissive when he looked at me like that and I was more than willing to let him take the lead.

He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as we continued to kiss. He carried me to our shared room and dropped me on the queen sized bed. I quickly took off my skirt and tossed it to the floor. San gave me a dark gaze and ran his fingertips up and down my thighs. I shivered, growing more aroused by the second. As he continued his movements, I grew impatient.

“Please for the love of god get inside me.”

San let out a loud laugh, “You sound so desperate, baby. I love it.” He emphasized the last sentence which made my walls clench, desperate for something, anything.

My boyfriend must’ve seen the desperation on face because he gave me a sympathetic look. He decided not to lead me on for too long—thank god.

He spread my legs and lowered my panties. My breathing grew ragged just from the smallest of his touches. San really had me whipped.

Slowly, he entered a single finger in me. His pace gradually grew in response to my moans. When he added another, I let out a borderline pornographic moan. He leaned down so his mouth was beside my ear. “You’re doing wonderful, kitten.”

Kitten was a nickname San solely used when he wanted sex. I’d grown to connect the two so closely that even if he mentioned the word, I’d become wet.

I whimpered. Whether at the nickname or the three fingers now inside me, I couldn’t tell.

Just as I was approaching my orgasm, San removed his fingers and I groaned at how empty I felt.

“Patience, darling.”

San kicked off his jeans and boxers and grabbed a condom from his bag.

Opening the foil, he placed the condom on his member. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Please, San. I need you.”

He entered me at a quick enough pace to make me see stars.

“Kitten if you keep clenching around me like that I’m gonna cum already.”

“I...I’m sorry I just—can’t help it. You feel so good, baby.”

It only took several thrusts from him before the coil in my abdomen was threatening to come undone. I never knew how he did it, but he could always make me fall apart faster than any man I’d been with before. Not that they were bad, necessarily, but San was just so good.

“San, baby. Please, please, please don’t stop I’m so close.”

“Already, kitten? Do I make you feel that good?”

I could barely form sentences at that point. Between heated breaths I whispered, “Yes. You always do. Make me feel so fucking good.”

He growled in response. “Cum for me then. I expect you to cum hard, you understand kitten?”

“Fu-uck yes yes I understand.”

His hand moved down to run my clit in steady circles and I found my relase. I arched my back off the bed and moaned loud. San came a few thrusts after me, letting me watch as his face twisted in pleasure. From that sight alone I could probably cum again.

He gave a dashing smiled as he came down from his high, pulling out of me and running to grab a warm towel.

San returned to clean me up, watching me with soft eyes.

“I don’t say it enough, but you mean the world to me. No one means anything to me in comparison to you. I love you.”

I scoffed, “You tell me that all the time you big doofus. Really though, I love you too.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m awfully tired. Would you care to cuddle with me sweetheart?”

“I’d be honored.”

Next Door Neighbor~

ꕥPosted: 7/16/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x San

ꕥWord Count: ~1k

ꕥWarnings: Oral (m&f recieving), praising, unprotected sex, fingering, language

ꕥA/N: Apparently this has fluff too bc I guess I can’t solely write smut lol whoops

God San was hot. Watching him just did something to me. Watching him fix his roof, shirtless, made my head spin. The way his muscles moved and his sweat dripped down his chest had me practicing drooling. And dammit I was gonna get some.

I couldn’t count the amount of times I had touched myself to the thought of him. Or the numerous wet dreams I woke up from involving him. I wanted him bad. I needed him.

Slipping on my torn high-waisted shorts and sheer body-con crop top, my thoughts were all on him. I wore my cutest purple lacy lingerie set underneath knowing that was his favorite color. San told me that perhaps a year ago when I first moved into the neighborhood. I was wearing a purple dress then, and he certainly noticed. I remember the slight blush on his cheeks after I made some flirty remark then walked away. Leaving him wanting more.

Every time I was near him there was sexual tension. I knew he felt it too because of the tent in his jeans I’d see.

Putting on a pair of cat-eye sunglasses and grabbing two large cups of lemonade, I made my way outside. Walking across the street I got a closer look at him and my breath hitched. San was faced away from me, muscles glistening with sweat.

Fuck. I thought. Keep your composure. All in good time.

“Hey San?” I called out, watching him turn around, “You’re gonna get heat stroke out here. Wanna lemonade?”

“Sure! Thanks, I’ll be right down.”

I watched him as he climbed down the ladder and walked over to me.

I handed one of the cups of lemonade to him, taking a drink from my own cup.

He gave me an innocent dimpled smile and my mind started to race. You don’t fool me. I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re not as innocent as you lead on.

“So what are you doing out here, y/n?”

I removed my sunglasses before I spoke, tucking them in the back pocket of my shorts.

“Actually I saw this pretty hot guy working on his roof and thought I might offer him a drink.”

San grinned, “Damn. Man sounds like a stunner.”

“Oh he is.”

He raised an eyebrow and gave me a playful look. My eyes unintentionally trailed down to his abs. They weren’t incredibly prominent but damn they were there. San gently grabbed my chin and raised my head up to look him in the eyes.

“Like what you see, doll?”

I could feel my panties getting wet but did my best to ignore the feeling.

“I do,” I grabbed the hand he placed on my chin and ran it down the side of my body. I watched his pupils dilate and I leaned in close, “Do you?”

Not a second later he spun me around and pinned me to the wall of his house, dropping his lemonade. I was still holding my cup, his hands on either side of my head.

“What’s your game, babe? Trying to make me come undone? Is that it?”

My hand trailed down to where his jeans hugged his hips. I saw a small tent in his jeans and began to slowly make circles there. His groans turned me on more than I had expected, but I continued.

“And what if it is? It sure seems like it’s working.”

San groaned again, leaning in close to whisper, “Are you sure you want this? Want me?”

I answered his question by putting my free hand on his cheek and kissing him for dear life. His hands ran through my hair then trailed down to my waist.

“Up we go!” He said as he tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me into his house.

“Saaannn put me down! I dropped my lemonade!” I said through giggles.

“Well that’s too bad but I’m not putting you down until I say so.”

San plopped me down on his bed, looking at me for a moment before smiling, “You literally have no idea how long and how bad I have wanted this.”

He kissed my lips and quickly removed my shirt followed by my shorts.

I saw his eyes widen when he saw my lingerie. He ran his fingers over the straps of my bra, admiring it. Then he went straight to kissing my neck, leaving me a moaning mess.

“You sneaky bastard. You remembered I liked purple and you got this just for me. You came over to my house practically begging for sex. I could refuse you right now and send you back home.”

He ran his fingers along my clothed clit and I moaned louder than I intended. “Leave you high and dry - well, maybe not dry - and you’d have to resort to getting yourself off without me. But you’d be thinking about me the entire time, wouldn’t you?” I shivered at the thought, silently hoping he would let me stay.

I had enough teasing so I flipped him over. Now San was laying with his back on the bed, arms propping himself up slightly. He raised his eyebrows and gave me a cocky smile.

“Too much, sweetheart?”

Without responding I unbuckled his belt as quickly as I could, throwing it across the room, then I ripped his jeans off, doing the same.

“My...someone’s eager.”

“Oh shut up San. I know you want it, too. Don’t think I don’t notice how you look at me when I walk away. Or how you undress me with your eyes when you think I’m not looking. I could refuse you all the same.”

I took my time kissing his neck, down his chest, then further to the edge of his boxers, removing them. I looked up to see San’s darkened eyes and felt my panties soak.

“Let me take care of you, San.”

He leaned his head back as I slowly took him in my mouth. His groans were heaven to my ears. Just to know that I made him feel good made me wet.

As I sped up he bucked his hips into my mouth.

“I’m sorry babe I’m trying not to hurt you and I hope I’m not. It just...feels - fuck - feels really good.”

I moaned around him and he gently pulled me off of him, laying me back on the bed.

“I shouldn’t cum before the lady does, that’s just bad manners.”

I didn’t have the time to respond as he slipped my panties off and stuck two fingers inside me. He began to thrust in and out while using his other hand to pin my hands above my head. Of course, he just had to give me a killer smile.

I had been with a few men before and sex was good with them but San was so clearly different. Just with his fingers alone I was getting off quicker than I ever had before. I assume partly because of how bad I wanted him, but mostly because he was so good at it.

“You’re really good at this, you know?” I said in between harsh breaths and moans.

San gave me a deep chuckle.

“I’ve been told that once or twice.”

In no time I reached my first orgasm of the night, cumming hard around his fingers. San pulled out his fingers and placed them in his mouth.

“You’re sweet. Have you been eating pineapple by any chance?”

I laughed and pulled him close to me.

“I want you to fuck me, Choi San. Make it as rough as you want, I don’t care. I just want you.”

“You should know by now I don’t want to hurt you.”

“At this point, I really don’t care.”

I took off my bra and watched as his eyes travel down my chest.

“If you insist, kitten.”

Fuck. That got me. That nickname always made me wet but I couldn’t begin to tell you why. Not like I cared why, especially at the moment.

“Oh? You like that name? Guess I’ll have to use it more often,” San growled.

“Please, San.”

At my words he entered me, stretching me out and making my hands grasp his back, my nails probably leaving marks. He hissed in response and leaned close to me, whispering in my ear.

“Not too harsh, kitten. You wouldn’t want to be punished, would you?”

San snapped his hips, thrusting into me. I cried out as he continued, leaving me breathless. I looked at the sweat that was forming on his forehead, his eyes closed in concentration. I loved this, everything about it. I did my best to memorize everything. I didn’t want it to end.

“San, I’m close.”

“Me too, kitten.”

San moved his fingers down to my clit, making tiny circles.

“Cum for me, kitten”

I moaned loudly as I came, tightening around San. With a few more thrusts, he came. The deep groans that left his mouth sounded like heaven. He pulled out of me and laid there, looking at me.

“Listen, I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want that to be a one time thing. If you want, I’d love to take you on a date.”

I laughed at his shy smile. And grabbed his face softly.

“I’d like that.”

I want to make a post as a form of assurance for everyone reading this, and for myself. As you all know at this point, my boyfriend and I broke up almost two months ago. I’m not gonna lie, it still hurts. Sometimes it hurts just as much as the day he broke up with me. Heartbreak is painful. It isn’t easy and there are days where you feel like it’s hard to do anything, even the things you’re passionate about. It’s hard to move on when someone you thought you could’ve loved or did love is doing okay. It’s even worse when you see them smile and act as if nothing ever happened. It is going to hurt. But you’re stronger than this. I am stronger than this. It’s okay to take time for yourself to just feel it. To give yourself time to heal. You will grow from this, and you will make it out. It doesn’t feel like it right now, god it doesn’t feel like it right now, but we’ll make it out together. We will be okay.