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[240710] HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAN

Happy birthday San-ie🎉

Please send your congratulatory messages full of love 💌

Honestly i hate to say it but i would not get along with seonghwa. I love him so much but idk he’s so clean and respectful and im just a messy gigantic child. I am honestly a more chaotic version of wooyoung😂 he would honestly just be like

San, would either love me or hate me honestly because of my huge obsession with Wooyoung. He would either be like ‘yes finally someone who understands my obsession with this perfect human’ or he would be like ‘bitch, tf, that is MY WOO! Back off’😂

This one hurts to type but i think Hongjoong, my baby Hongjoong🥺 wouldn’t like me😭 like i don’t know why, probably because of how chaotic i am, he would just get so sick of me😂 i would try to make him like me and his exact response would be...

Based on the personality they portray, which idol, if you knew them in real life, would you most definitely not get along with?

The teenager I once was would be freaking out over Cyberpunk and honestly? I think that’s Seggs C™️ of Ateez 😌💅✨

Whoo, that “I’m not okay” in The Ring hits different 😅😮‍💨🙃

《Wedding night》

[Atz San, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: San x Virgin fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: You had preserved your chastity all your life just for that one night --- your wedding night with your husband.

San gasped as he was suddenly lifted and sat upon the giant table in the hotel room, throwing his head back when his neck was attacked by a hot mouth, nibbling and biting and sucking, causing pleasure to course through his veins. He cried out at a particularly hard bite and a hand clamped over his mouth while a tongue laved over the sensitive skin, soothing the sore spot. He felt the nibbles work their way up toward his ear, letting out a moan when a hand cupped his hardened length and squeezed.

"Wifey...how are you so good at this? Isn't it your first time-" He bit his lip to stop another sound from passing his lips as the hand below rubbed teasingly at him on the outside of the silky material. He wrapped his legs around your waist, pulling you closer, reaching out to tangle his fingers into the feather-soft black hair before him. A bruising kiss was placed upon your lips. You moaned into the eager mouth when San grinded his legs against your hips, you're able to feel every hard inch of your husband’s desire. You deepened the kiss, biting at his lower lip and stealing the breath from him before releasing him suddenly. "Aren't you going to make me feel good, Sanie?" You detached your body away from his. San watched you with lidded eyes, panting and desperate for more.

"Are you sure?" He looked questioningly at you. You gave the permission he sought. He carefully touched your breasts, taking in the weight of both as if measuring a bag of coins. He ran his thumbs over your nipples, causing you to shiver. "To think you’re responding...to my touch like this..." A sly grin crossed his lips as he repeated the action. Your chest rose quicker with each touch and pinch and your reaction was causing his pants to grow tighter.

“Sanie,” You gasped his name in a way that you're about to fall over the edge and he was falling right behind you.

“I know, wifey.”

Both of you quickly yanked off what clothing was left. Your lips smashed together in a heated frenzy while you and San crawled onto the bed, San trapping you underneath him. San trailed kisses down your neck, pressing a long, wet kiss to the space between your breasts, your mounds brushing against his cheeks as your chest rose and fell. He met your eyes, panting and you nodded for him to continue with the cues your bodies were giving.

"It might hurt at the start. Don't worry, soon you'll grow accustomed to the pain." He positioned himself against your opening, his downward parts seeming to know where to go. His length was about ready to explode and sliding it into you nearly did him in. He breathed in unsteadily through his nose, attempting to control the sensation that nearly overwhelmed him.

"You're doing so well for me, wifey." He opened his tightly shut eyes to look at you, needing to share this incredible moment with you. Your breath was just as ragged as his, your eyes gleaming with pleasure. Your right hand withdrew from his back to caress his cheek. "Thank you...Sanie." With that one simple but profound gesture, San responded with a sharp thrust. You drew in a sharp intake of breath, your eyes squeezing shut and that was all both of you needed to fall over the edge.

San collapsed beside you when the waves of ecstasy finished crashing over yall, sweaty and out of breath. He let out a low laugh, wrapping his arms around you while you gasped out breathlessly. "With this, you are already mine...for eternity...and forever." He chuckled, propping himself up on an elbow to place a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Love you, wifey."

"Love you, my husband." You beamed at the figure laying at your side.

~The end~

before you go

san x reader (afab) / genre: smut, pwp, established relationship / warnings: unprotected sex, cursing, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), spanking, slightly possessive san but its for the fun of it, jealous san, creampie, pet names (baby), wc: 1.1k / r: 21+

unedited but delicious, also done for the jealousteez collab club project @pirateeznet — have fun hornies!

“Why do you have to go so early?” 

San’s pouty voice resonated from the living room all the way to the bathroom, where you were finishing with your makeup, ready for tonight´s concert. 

“We talked about this Sanie, you can’t convince me to stay, you know how much I spent on the tickets?!”

He was about to reply with another plea, but he shut completely when he saw you got out of your bedroom, doing a spin and showing your finished concert assemble. San stood up, looking at you with wide eyes in admiration. “What do you think?” you said, spinning again, making your pleated skirt dance against your thighs, making the chains around your waist dingle. 

“Fuck! You look so hot, no! you can’t go like this, baby” he got closer, grabbing your waist and admiring your form. His eyes turned sparkly and his pout became almost cartoonish. “You've been talking too much about that Jake guy, and now he’s going to look at you like this, bounce like this, for him…” he added, sounding rather sad.

“Don’t be silly San, he won’t even notice me!”

“He would be an idiot if he doesn’t” He said, pulling you back against his chest.

You giggled, finding him amusing but knowing he is actually being serious. Truth was San couldn't handle you going to concerts, even less, guy concerts where a dude you won’t shut up about would be performing. 

“That’s sweet Sanie, but I doubt it,” you said, kissing him and throwing your arms around his neck. “Let’s make a deal, go home and after the concert, I’ll crash a your apartment and make it up for you, I promise”

San looked at the ceiling, considering your offer, but after a moment of deliberation, he thought of something. “I would be less mad about those guys seeing you dance in this outfit, If I get to fill you up good before you go, that’s my condition.” 

“Huh?!” you knew he was joking, he wouldn´t put conditions on you for going out or not, but this was cruel from him. He knew how fucking hot he was when he talked tried dirty talk on you, and what it provoked.

“Choi San, you wouldn’t” you glared at him.

“I won’t ruin your pretty outfit, I promise.”

Moments later, you were on your knees, soft pillow under them not to hurt you or ruin your fishnet tights. You look up to San, your eyes search for him and he looks down with drowsy eyes. “You look so pretty, baby,” he groans, and curses when you increase your pace, dick hot and heavy in your mouth. You gag and his teeth press onto his bottom lip, if you didn’t knew him better, you would say, in agony, 

He grabs his base and urges you to go one more time with all you got. The sounds you make as you suck him up are driving him insane and you can feel it on how his dick throbs against your throat. He is so loud you swear all your neighbors know what you are doing, but you don’t care. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, hearing you gag on him, “Shhh, baby, look at me” San lifts your head gently and your lashes flutter, “Fuck, are you crying?” He gasps but you don’t stop, taking him all in until he hits the back of your throat again. 

“You want me to load onto you in all places huh?” You nod and he curses again, “Crying because you want my cum on you so bad? thought you were in a hurry to leave, baby” You shake your head slightly and he giggles unable to resist how your lips and tongue work on him. 

Just as you are about to need to grasp some air, San thrust three times into you rather harshly. San sees that you need air and pulls out, “I love fucking your mouth, but I don’t want to ruin the makeup you spend so much working on” He then takes your arm and pull you up, immediately turning you over and bending you over the arm of the sofa, lifting your skirt, realizing is not tights what you are wearing, but stockings. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?,” He grunts and presses against you, dragging his cock against your folds, hearing you whine and whimper, until he’s satisfied. “Where are your shorts?”

“Sanie, I haven't finished dressing up!” you cry. 

“Sure thing,” He chuckles darkly, pushing himself into you with ease, “Such. A. Slut” he said, pushing into you harshly with every word. You moan, feeling how San turns your face towards him and kisses you sloppily. It’s so messy and the angle is awkward but the both of you need to be connected in every way. 

when San breaks the kiss, and grabs you by the hair, it’s harsh but at the same time he doesn’t want to mess up your recently done hair, and despite spit dripping out your mouth thanks to the kiss and San slamming into you like a fucking starved man, you feel so enamoured by him that you start to tear up again. 

One hand on your hair and the other on your stomach, keeping you close to him as he slams in and out, while sucking on your neck, making sure to leave some kind of mark for you to display later tonight. “Baby, you like that you're gonna be jumping and dancing with my cum inside you all night, right?,” you nod frantically, and San feels like exploding at any second. “Want to be sure you don’t forget about me baby, gonna fill you up so good” 

You moan and he takes the chance to leave your hair and stick two fingers into your mouth. Wasting no time you start sucking them, at the same pace of San’s thrusts inside you. San hits your sweet spot and you sob into his fingers, accidentally taking them out.

“San please, please!” 

“What baby, you wanna come already?” 

“Please baby, I want to come”

San increases his pace and it's becoming rather sloppy, so you know he’s close too. “Fuck then come with me, let’s come together bab— yyy!” San lets out a whiny moan that you sure resonated in the entire building. He pressed himself against you and you rode your release at the same time that you felt San’s hot cum filling you up. “Just like that,” he breathes out, moving a little to see if his cum is leaking out of you as he wished. “Mine, mine only.” He says, spanking you loudly.

You moan and San chuckles, helping you stand up. He smiles, kissing your temple before he goes to pick up some tissues to help you clean up before you need to change stockings. 

“Now go for those shorts, or else I’ll fuck you again until the concert is over.” 

“Sanie!” 

He huffs, dimples showing as he smiles again, and then he squints. “I mean it.” 

@mingsolo please do not re-upload/translate to other sites

[5am adventures - choi san drabble]

"god, my parents are literally going to murder me if they realise I snuck out, san," you whine, rubbing your face as the reality of your little crime begins to hit you.

granted, it's not actually a crime, but it might as well be because if your parents catch you missing from your bed then you're done for.

"they won't find out, angel, and even if they do," he says as he drops an arm around your shoulder, "I promise to visit you in hell when I get there, 'kay?"

you scoff and shake his arm off, giving him a Look™. he just smiles lazily and shrugs, skipping ahead a few steps and stretching his arms above his head.

"wait, why do you think I'm going to hell, huh? you literally call me angel!" you point out, catching up to him just so you can give him the side-eye.

he sticks his tongue out at you rebelliously, but you know that means he's got no smart retorts left, so a victorious smile finds its way to your tired face.

the sun hasn't started rising just yet, but the sky is a faint blue-grey colour as night becomes early morning. streetlights still light up your path as you walk side by side, and at this time of day, it almost feels like you're two movie protagonists exploring an abandoned neighbourhood in the middle of an apocalypse.

"doesn't it kinda feel like a zombie movie or something?" san comments, reading your mind.

"in that case, I'm happy you're my companion," you say, and just before he can coo at you, you add, "'cause at least I won't feel guilty when I use you as bait, y'know?"

"those are bold words from someone who can only run half as fast as me," he responds with an eyebrow raised.

for a moment, it looks like he’s getting ready to prove his point, but then he realises he’s too tired to put in that kind of effort and instead you both break out into laughter. he turns away from you and you loop your arm through his as you continue your walk.

leaning your head against his shoulder, you say, "I know you'd never leave me behind like that. I'm such good company, it'd be a shame to lose me."

he just scoffs and tells you you're on thin ice, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

reaching the end of the street, you realise he’s leading you to the unfinished part of the estate, decorated with random sand dunes and areas marked out for houses yet to be built. as a kid, you lived in a neighbourhood with a similar layout, and you remember the adventures you’d go on with the kids who lived next door.

you’d pretend to be vampires on a hunt for blood, or mischievous princes and princesses running through your kingdom’s village. sometimes, the adults would even join in and play a game of fantasy-themed tag with you guys, but secretly, you always preferred the thrill of sneaking away without them realising.

funnily enough, even now, it seems like you have that internal feeling of longing for fun, risks and adventures. that’s why san knew you’d sneak out with him, even if you complained about it.

“I really like this time of day,” san comments as he kicks away the fragments of brick on the path. “like, I feel like my thoughts are so much clearer, and I don’t have to think about what’s next on my to-do list, you know?”

he walks ahead to a sandstone wall surrounding a plot and takes a seat, crossing his legs. you sit beside him with your legs hanging over the edge, and he tilts his head as he thinks to himself.

you find yourself admiring his profile absentmindedly, and you can’t help but feel it’s a little unfair how lovely he looks in the pale light. when his gaze finds yours again, you immediately look away in embarrassment, but he doesn’t comment on it.

he hesitates for a moment before he finally says, “I think it’s kinda special when it’s just us two out here.”

at that, you look up again to find him watching your expression carefully, nervously. this time, it’s him who looks away first.

he picks at the jagged rocks poking out of the sandstone, and you find it cute because you know he only fidgets with things when he’s nervous about something.

“god, it’s so cliche, but you really feel like home to me. I feel like I can say anything that’s on my mind and you’ll just listen and care and, I don’t know, I can just trust you wholeheartedly and I know you won’t hurt me, and I’ve never felt that way about anyone before, and it’s so...” he trails off, sighing when he realises he’s rambling.

flicking a rock from the wall, he grows quiet again. he won’t look up at you, but you can tell he’s waiting for a response.

“I get it. it’s the same for me. you know me the most,” you tell him, and even though he’s still staring down at the wall, you see his eyes widen, so you continue, “literally, there’s no one else who I would be able to tell the things I tell you, and maybe it kind of seems like I take that for granted ‘cause I don’t thank you nearly enough, but I’m so grateful, san. seriously.”

there’s a moment of silence after that, but it isn’t awkward and you don’t feel the need to fill it. it’s like you’re both sitting there and processing the real meaning behind what you said. you have so much more to add but right now, no words come to mind, so you can only hope that he understands what you’re feeling.

you’re pretty sure he does when he stands up and reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers casually as he gets ready to walk around together again. feeling a little braver now, you decide to speak up.

“so, I know we should probably sleep when we get back, but would you be down to go out like this again tomorrow?”

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