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Moll

❥ Choi San x fem reader

SPOOKTOBER SPECIAL

➯a/n: i've been watching waaaaay too much 1920s drama sooooooo (i went way overboard, i feel liek i wrote a movie)

✃ moll; a mobsters girl, circa 1920s

✫彡wordcount: 6.2k

(✯◡✯)(>ᴗ•)genre: 1920s mafia au, plot heavy smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: mentions of drugs, violence, threatening with a gun(safety was on lol), kidnapping, forced marriage, forced affection, stockholm syndrome, pregnancy, murder(not descriptive at all), NSFW; virginity loss, unprotected (NO DO THAT🫵🏻), possessiveness to the max, breeding kink

not proof read

✩ index: dope; drugs, specifically cocaine or heroin. bent; drunk. bump you off; murder. bearcat; a feisty woman. vamp; an aggressive flirt. flat-tire; a bore. punch the bag; talk. dame, doll, bunny, water-proof; a (attractive) woman. holding a torch; having a crush. get in a lather/ get lathered up; get worked up or angry. skin; condom. get a wiggle on; leave quickly.

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"Where's the money?"

    "That's all of it! Please, Mister-"

  The echoing slap across the room makes you cringe from your hiding place in the pantry. It's nothing new. Your family had been mixed up in all kinds of shenanigans and you had witnessed a great deal of them. But it always hurts when they come back to haunt you.

      You cup your hand over your mouth to muffle your scared breath, trying desperately put your mind in a better place. Anywhere but here.

   "I gave you more than enough time. Don't you think?"

   "Nobodies buying, please Mr. Choi! You have to understand, I tried. I went from corner to corner to corner," your older brother pleads.

    He isn't lying either. The drugs that the mafia had provided him to sell- well, they weren't selling. No body had the money. If they did, they only bought the smallest amount and resold it at a higher price.

    It wasn't his fault the country was in a depression.

     "It- I still have the dope stored away! Just in the back shed, you can have it back! May-maybe someone up North can have better lu-ah!"

     A dull thud.

     And another.

    And another.

     A crash. Your brothers body hitting the floor no doubt.

     "You gon' tell me how to peddle my own product now? I don't think so! Are you bent? Huh?" His voice gets louder with each insult hurled at your brother. "You skim a little of the top, is that it? I oughta bump you off!"

     You can't help the small gasp that exits your shaking lips, and you immediately recognize your mistake as it goes silent in the home. Only your brothers ragged breathing and the thrumming of your anxious heart reaching your ears.

    "Mr. Ch-"

   "Shut your kisser! Who's here with us?"

   "N-Nobody! No! No, no, wait-"

    Light floods the small room you've sought safety in, and that false sense of security shatters the second you see the man attached to the threatening voice.

      He's a cop.

    He's got a badge and a gun and authority. He's supposed to be someone safe. Instead, he's got knuckles blooded with your kin and a smirk on his stubbled face.

     His wide shoulders block the light, casting his silhouette over you like a storm cloud.

     You've cowered into the corner, skirt pulled over your trembling knees as you scoot further away. Wide eyes looking up at him, silently pleading.

     "Why you hidin', vamp?"

      "Please, Mr.Choi, she don't know from nothing!"

     You glance past the man -Mr.Choi- 's neat slacks, and see your brothers face messed with blood, dripping onto the floor from his nose. He's pulling himself up slowly, kneeling on the hardwood.

    "Get up," Mr.Choi nods his head at you, and you immediately follow his order, afraid to test his nerves further. "Help this goof up." You lower your head, slowly approaching the man who stays in the doorway. "Now, we ain't got all day!"

    You rush past him and kneel, wrapping your arms under his and pulling him up with a grimace, "c'mon, Bub, get up."

     The man watches you heave him up, leaning against the wall with his hand on his hip holster in case you decide to get brave. "Bub's done got you mixed up in something real risky, girl. What do you know?"

    "Don't know nothin', Mister. Mind my own." You feign some semblance of calm. You lower your brother onto a chair, and he nearly falls onto the dinner table before you catch his head. "You had to knock him on the head?"

     He chuckles, slowly stalking around the room, "don't get mouthy, Bearcat." He takes a seat at the head of the table, pointing to the chair opposite of him. "Sit."

     You lower his dizzy head to rest on the table before taking the seat he pointed to, folding your hands in your lap and lowering your head. "I never touched your dope, I don't mess with that."

    He slowly places his gun on the table, fingers lingering over it. He studies you- eyes never leaving. "How much of the beans has he spilled to you?"

     "I don't know what you mean-"

     "Oh, sure."

    You look up, and you regret floods your veins. He's sizing you up. Face completely void of emotion. Shoulders slack and relaxed like he isn't ready to shoot you at a moments notice. "Punch the bag, now. Before I shoot off your Bubs knee cap." He cocks his gun.

     "Okay! Okay, listen-" you gulp, looking back down, "all he's ever told me is that he gets some products and sells them, gives you the money and you give him a cut. That's it! That's all I know, really. Don't know where you get it or nothin'. I can keep my trap shut."

     "You don't go to the corners with him?"

      "Nev-"

     "If I show your face at the station, nobody gonna recognize you?"

    "No," you look up again, "everyone knows I'm a good girl, Officer."

     He lets out an amused chuckle, rubbing his brow. "You tugging my leg?"

     "No. I'm not a drug peddler. I'm a secretary. I volunteer at the soup kitchen. I babysit-"

     Your anxious babbling to get yourself out of your brothers trouble is interrupted when Mr.Choi, suddenly behind you, grips the back of your neck and pushes your head to the table. Your eyes meet your brothers drowsy ones, tears quickly filling up in both. "Please, she's tellin' the truth! I ain't even tell her I was selling till you called last minute! She's innocent!"

      "I don't like liars!" He shouts, making you jump under his harsh grip, "I asked you if we were alone the moment I walked in this dump! You're a little sneak, aye? How do I know you didn't hide her to gather intel on me? Get me fired and kicked out? Get yourself a little raise? How do I know she's even your sister? She could be a snake! Tell me the truth, now!"

     The cool metal of his gun touches your temple, and the sobs you've been holding back fall out of your lips loudly. "Bub, tell him!"

     "Tell me, Bub!" He mocks you, pressing the barrel deeper into the back of your head.

     "That's the truth! I sell your dope by myself and she doesn't know nothing about it! Please, she's all I have!" He's growing more and more frantic, head heavy as he lifts it to look Mr.Choi in the eyes, "I'll find a way! I'll go up North myself, I-I'll take a dimebox to Iafeild o-or," he himself is crying now, watching helplessly as he tugs you out of your chair. "Please, she's all I have!"

      He pushes you to the floor and watches you scramble, kicking your knees out from under you, albeit gently, it makes you fall face first. He lowers himself in a squat, watching you with a certain amusement you curl up on yourself. "Well why didn't you just say so!" He clips his gun back on his hip and smirks as you both let out a sigh of relief.

Mr.Choi doesn't leave just yet, however.

He straddles your back and flips you over, gripping your chin as it trembles. Pulls your face close to his and inspects you. Your tears wet his fingers. "Hmm, can't blame me for being suspicious. She's water-proof and you," he looks over at the table and chuckles, "well you're just a dog."

He stands and extends his hand for you, rolling his eyes as you ignore it. "Get up, Doll." He groans, pulling you to your feet, "go pack a bag."

"W-"

"She's not goin' with you," your brothers brief bravery is shut down the second the copper reaches for his gun again, "I- I mean why?"

"You," Mr.Choi points to him, "are gonna go to Iafeild and sell all of the shit I gave you like you should have done two months ago. And she," he wraps his arm around your shoulders with a cocky grin, "is gonna be your encouragement to get me my money. If you aren't back with all of it in... three weeks, say? Little sis' here is gonna take the big sleep." He ignores you as you cry harder, simply glaring at your brother. "Capiche?"

He nods frantically, looking away as you look to him with pleading eyes. There's nothing he can do. This is bigger than him. He's got messed up with the wrong crowds and now you have to pay the price as well.

     "Put a pep in your step, clock starts tonight."

❦

He opens the car door, watching silently as you peek your head out before your body follows.

You clutch your bag close to your chest, still sniffling and sobbing quietly. Your kitten heels click on the cement, messed curls blowing with the October winds.

"Follow me," he guides you by the small of your back, shockingly gentle with your shaking form. "Don't pull any tricks, Doll." He leads you up the stairs of the secluded farm house, opening up the screen door and ushering you in.

      "San, Finally!" A voice booms from inside the home, making you squeak. When you turn to go back out the door, you collide with Mr.Choi, who you gather must be San, 's chest. "Was starting to think- oh! Who's the dame?"

    "This," he turns you by your shoulders and tilts your head up to face the man who's descending the stairs, "is Mr. (L/n)'s sister. She's staying for a bit while her brother sorts out some business upstate." You can almost feel his smirk in the way he speaks.

      The other man, who's finally come face to face with you, seems a great deal less threatening than San.

"Tsk," he rolls his eyes at San, "sure thing, fella. You just went and found yourself a Moll."

"A Moll? Sure, she's cute but she seems a bit flat-tire, no? Not exactly the type of woman I go for."

"She's exactly the type you go for, you're trying to get her in the bag! Lost bunny is your type."

"Oh, take a hike, Hwa!"

You go back and forth looking at them in confusion as they bicker, hugging your bag to your chest tightly. You don't know what a 'Moll' is but you do know you don't want to be Mr. Chois. You simply tune them out and stare at the floor blanky, tears still flowing.

        "If you're not holding a torch, why didn't you kill him like we planned?"

    "Well-" His words die on his tongue as he looks over at you. You do look like a lost bunny. Making yourself small between them and letting your tears flow as a defense mechanism. He won't admit it, especially aloud. But you are exactly the woman he's been looking for. "Oh, hell," he pulls a blue handkerchief from his pocket and shoves it into your hand, "stop crying so much. Not gonna hurt you."

      Very hard to believe after his threats, but you try your hardest to stop the onslaught of warm tears. You wipe your face with the fabric and sniffle quietly, coming back to your own body as Seonghwa extends his hand slowly.

      "I'm Seonghwa, 'can call me Hwa if you like. I'll be lookin' after you when San here is busy. Let's get along well."

     You shake his hand gently and croak out a simple, "(Y/n)."

❦

The rest of the day passed quickly, locked up in a bedroom while San and Hwa could still be heard downstairs, which only served to add to your anxieties. It felt as if at any second they would change their mind and come up to bump you off.

You busied yourself doing what San told you to before he locked the door behind him. 'Unpack and get cozy.' Though that latter wasn't as easy as hanging your few dresses in the oak closet and putting your hairbrush in the nightstand, awkwardly placing your products in the corner of the attached bathroom. Especially after you pieced things together.

There was an array of suits and slacks hanging in the closet. Shiny loafers on the floor. A clip of bullets in the nightstand. A roll of condoms. A stash of cash in a duffle bag on the hook behind the door. A pack of cigarettes and matches on the window sill. A bottle of cologne that smelled suspiciously like Mr. Chois car.

This was Sans room they had locked you in.

You had long took a seat on the windowsill and dangled your legs out of it, debating how badly it would hurt if you decided to fall and try to make a run for it. You came to the conclusion that it was useless. It took fourty minutes to get here from the city. The last home you passed being 20 of those away.

The lock on the door clinked loudly, and it opened slowly. You turned and looked over your shoulder, and it wasn't a surprise that San was the one you faced.

"Hungry, Doll?" He shuts the door with his foot as he carefully enters with a plate in hand. He doesn't seem alarmed by your hazardous seating choice, probably because he doesn't take you for a fool that will break their ankles trying to jump from the third story.

"No," you mutter, turning back around and facing the setting sun without another word or pleasantry his way.

"Don't let it get cold, I reheated it just for you."

"Too bad. Not hungry."

He comes behind you and rests his palms on either side of your hips, chest pressing to your back as he looks out at natures expanse. "Pretty, ain't it?"

When he doesn't get anything resembling a response, he tries again. "It's my own property. Worked in that barn everyday until I became a cop."

He's met with silence. "Plan to share it with my wife one day."

Nothing. "I know you think I'm a monster but I am just a man."

"A man who had a gun to my head..."

"A man who's just trying to survive a war and a pandemic. You'll get that one day. I don't mean no harm until harm comes for me."

A silence washes over you both for a moment.

"Will you shoot me if my brother doesn't sell all your dope?"

"No."

And again. His soft breath, your anxious ones.

"Then why am I here?"

It's his turn to be silent. He backs away from you and sits on the bed, watching you as you sit still like a statue. You watch the sun disappear like a motion picture of art. A certain peace overcoming you for the briefest moment.

"Because you will be that wife that I share with."

And peace shattered by Choi San once again.

You head snaps in his direction, falling back into the house from the windowsill with a thud. You both stare at one another. San stares with an unreadable expression. Yours of pure horror and confusion. "What?!"

"I'll drop business with your brother for good. Clear all his debt with the boys. Give him all of the cash he gets from this last... adventure. He'll be well off and so will you. I'll make a good, honest woman of you."

"Y-" Yours brain is officially thrown into a panic, an overdrive of emotions, and it all tumbles out before you can stop it. "You have to be off your rocker! You're insane! I already am a good, honest woman! Go chase yourself, I'm not marrying you- you- what? No! No!"

"You 'aven't got much choice in the matter, Doll. Don't get yourself in a lather."

"Don't get- oh, I am lathered up, Mr.Choi! I oughta smack some sense into you, demanding a girls hand in marriage like it's still 1890! It's nineteen-twen-"

He smacks the sense into you before you can to him.

"Oh God," you sob, holding your stinging cheek as tears build up in your waterline. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," you lower your head. Thinking, surely, you just dug your own grave. "Please-"

"This is exactly why I chose you," he crouches in-front of your crumpled form and tilts your head up, "a dame who appears like a lost bunny but has the soul of a beast."

You simply stare up at him, deathly afraid to move or speak in fear of letting your anger and sadness slip again.

"Got somethin' to say?"

You gulp before nodding your head in his hold.

"Go on."

"I don't w-want to marry a mobster... I don't want to be involved with dirty money! A corrupt copper..."

He chuckles softly, rubbing his thumb over your untainted cheek. "You should be thanking me, Doll... That dirty money? Been putting a roof over your head for three years. Corrupt copper? Well, he even had the decency to have the safety on his gun while pointing it at your pretty head. Mobster? Willing to put a ring on your finger and give you a nice home."

The tears start free falling as your situation fully sinks in. There really is no way out. You'll end up in the ground if you don't let him put a ring on it.

"So, I'll say it again," he grips the back of your neck, squeezing ever so slightly, "you should be thankin' me."

"T-thank you."

"Attagirl," he lets go of you completely, letting you fall back to the floor, "now eat."

❦

He let you be that night, and you didn't see him the next morning either. It was Seonghwa who came to the door, and you didn't know if you should feel relieved or not.

"Hey, Miss," He spoke softly, staying just outside of the doorway. "I heard what happened... I'm sorry."

He seemed genuine enough. You sat down your hairbrush and turned on the small stool. Your eyes puffy and red from the lifetimes worth of crying you did last night.

"Uhm, so San wants us to go to town and pick out some fabrics for your weddin' gown. If you aren't up for it, I can pick them out myself."

"Will he be going with us?"

"No, just you and I."

You were sick and tired of smelling San every time you tried to take a deep breath, and that's how you ended up here.

It's less overwhelming than being in that farmhouse that seems to be your prison for now and for forever to come. But overwhelming nonetheless.

Hwa is talkative. But you don't mind. He treats you well. Like an equal. He doesn't talk down to you like many men do. And that, you very much appreciate.

He tells you of how he feels it's unfair you have no saying in your future, his heart is heavy with sadness that he cannot help you. And he tells that to your face. He will not help you. He is loyal to San. But that doesn't mean you can't be friends.

You seem to share life stories with one another the entire car ride there. And then he already feels like an old friend as he holds up fabrics to your skin to see which compliments you best. You, admittedly, aren't as into it as he is. As much as a bride should be. But then, how could you when you were picking things out for the day that would solidify your future with a mobster?

You both settle on one that, you will admit, made your heart flutter when you imagined yourself in. And then you're on your way, but Seonghwa stops the vehicle halfway through town.

"What are we doing?" You look out of the window and your heart stops in your chest as you see that he's parked infront of the police station. "No, Hwa! You promised I wouldn't have to see him."

"I'm sorry, Miss (Y/n)... he said he wanted to see what you picked afterwards. It will be quick."

You take a few deep breaths without San's cologne smothering you, then you swing the door open and follow after Hwa.

Sans broad shoulders aren't hard to pinpoint in the semi-packed station. "Ah, my beautiful fiancée!" He perks up immediately as he spots you and his friend.

What he does next absolutely floors you.

He cups both of your cheeks, and kisses you deeply. Right out in the open. Hot lips on yours.

You grip his wrists, face flushed with heat as he pulls away, bending down slightly to rest his forehead on yours. "Did you pick a pretty fabric for our special day?"

The look in his eyes seems almost innocent from far away. He's already got everyone in the room convinced that you're a willing participant of this relationship. But you, up close and personal, can see the glint of silent threats in his eyes- telling you to keep up the act or face the consequences.

"Uhm, uh-huh," you move slight to the side and look to Hwa, who's head is down slightly for a spilt second before he smiles at you and San and holds out the roll of fabric.

"Oh, Doll, what a good choice! No doubt you will look jaw-dropping," he runs his fingers over the fabric, imaging the pure beauty that you will be. "You'll make it extra good, right, Hwa? Only the best for my girl."

" 'Course, San. We're gonna work on some sketches when we get home." His smile is genuine, like he looks forward to it.

"Officer Choi! Hate to interrupt but we got a hold-em-up at the bank," another officer passes in a hurry, stopping briefly to congratulate you both.

"Ah," he clicks his tongue, rubbing his hands on your side gently, "wish me luck?"

"Good luck..." He looks like he's waiting for more. You gulp and force a smile, almost gagging on the words you conjure up, "good luck, Baby."

❦

    The days after that first one passed almost like groundhog day. You awoke with San nearly laid ontop of you. Bathed and made breakfast. Worked with Hwa on your gown until it was completed. Walked around the farm and conversed with the farm-hand. Cooked and had a semi-awkward dinner with the three of them. Talked and became closer with San, slowly becoming happier with your situation.

   And then all too suddenly...

It's two days short of three weeks since you've been 'brought home', as San likes to say. Which means one very big thing.

      You are to be married. 

   It's a small affair, but beautiful nonetheless.

    You can quickly tell that only one side of San's life is invited. There is not a badge to be seen as you peer out of the window, only gangster after gangster taking their seat.

    Hwa finishes buttoning up your gown and steps back, smiling at you like a proud family member. "Ready, Miss?"

     "Ready as I'll ever be."

      Hwa walks you down the aisle.

     And then it's a blur.

    How did your get back in your bedroom? Was the ceremony already over?

It seems to have happened in a flash.

You stand infront of the window again. All of the guests have either left or have taken up in one of the many guest rooms in the home. San no doubt offered them up so that he could have witness to what was about to happen.

Your wedding night. Oh, how special and magical a day.

San slides his hands up your back, landing on your tall collar and skillfully unbuttoning it. Slowly, almost teasingly. His words send a shiver down your spine, they set your hairs on edge: "you are so beautiful, my Dear... it took everything in me not to take you right there in the aisle. I've never wanted anyone, or anything, as badly as I want you."

     Your breath hitches in your throat as his soft lips come in contact with your now exposed neck. It not the first time he's left adoring kisses on your body. But somehow it feels different as husband and wife. "San..."

    "Yes, Doll?"

    "I... I'm a virgin."

   "I know, Doll. Tell me to stop and I shall, but... I want to make you feel good like only a husband can. I want to show you my love in physical form." His hands slide into the now open back of your dress, around to your breasts. "Only I can touch you. Only you can touch me. Do you understand that?"

    A breathless 'yes' trembles out of your lips as he cups your bosom. The little moan that follows has his hard member throbbing, so ready to finally claim you. He presses it to the round of your ass, and you have to hold back a gasp, simply letting your mouth gape as you look out at the dark night sky. But when his calloused finger tips roll over your hardened nipples, you can't bite back the curse of pleasure that bubbles in your throat.

"Oh, you poor bunny," he whispers in your ear, "you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." The warmth of him slowly dissipates, and the tell-tale sound of the stool in the room dragging on the floor makes you turn around. "Drop your gown, let me see my wife in her full glory."

Heat burns on your cheeks, of embarrassment or arousal you can't quite tell at the moment. He's shed his fanciest uniform jacket and is now working on his button up, his cock straining against his slacks.

"You ever seen a man's prick?" He smirks as he catches you staring. Your eyes don't leave his lap as you take off your white kitten heels. That is, until he calls you out.

"No," your eyes drop to the ground as you neatly arrange your shoes, "never..."

"Mine will be the first? Mm, first and only," he half hazardly tosses his shirt, leaving his chest bare. Scars and toned muscle on full display for you. "Catch up, Dollface."

You step out of your gown carefully, holding it to your chest to hide yourself. "What if I'm not... pretty enough?"

"Oh, my wife can't possibly disappoint. I've seen that silhouette while you shower." He tilts his head and smiles, a soft smile. "You'll be my first as well."

     You swear your eyes have bugged out of your head the way he chuckles at your expression. "Really?"

     He stands, gently unraveling your fingers tight grip on the white fabrics. "Really, and I don't want to wait any longer. I want it to be with you. It will be with you." You let him take the fabric, and he drapes it on the stool carefully without ever taking his eyes off of you.

    "W-what about the skins in our drawer?"

   "So I don't make a mess while I fuck myself thinking about all of the dirty things I want to do with my wife."

    "Oh-" You swear you're running a fever. You've never felt this way before- but then, you imagine you'll be feeling many firsts tonight.

     "Would you like to hear about them?" He grins, his signature shit-eating-grin, as he guides your hands to his belt. You fiddle with it with a small nod, slowly pulling it off of him as he speaks. "I've got you laid down on our bed, legs spread..." You unbutton his slacks. "Touching, exploring what's mine." His zipper is undone next. "I take my time, make you nice and wet." His bottoms are gone. "I hold your hands." His boxers go after them. "And then I fuck you on my cock." 

    And he did exactly that. That's how you got here.

     Hours of teasing later, his member is finally buried inside of you, stretching you like your fingers never could. He interlocks his fingers with yours as his hips withdrawn. Squeezes your hands tightly as he slowly sinks back in.

      "Oh God," you whisper, heels digging into the mattress as you arch beneath his built frame, "ah, Sannie."

    His hips stutter, mind overheating as the nickname reaches him. You feel... oh, you feel amazing. Like heaven on Earth. Your gummy, warm walls suck him in, so wet and inviting. He wants to bury himself in your cunt and never leave. "Fuck, Bunny, you feel fucking godly."

      Only a moan is his response, your head tossed to the side in embarrassment. "D-don't stop," you pant, squeezing his hands tighter as you gather the courage to- "please go faster." Oh, nevermind. Your mind has left and only your pussy's logic remains. And it's logic is- "Sannie, faster!"

   His thick, veiny shaft feels otherworldly as it drags against you. You need more. And he is happy to oblige. He quickens his pace, keeping his strokes languid and tender so as not to hurt you. But by God, he goes faster.

     "Ah! Ah, my God!" You cry into the night, uncaring as your pleasure echoes in the houses thin walls.

     Your noises, your facial expressions, your divine warmth around him. San feels that familiar coil tighten quickly, winding up. "Fuck, (Y/n), I'm gonna bust," he bites his lip, a loud moan vibrating his chest.

"C-close, I'm close, Sannie," you squeeze his fingers in yours, looking up beggingly, "please don't stop, ah- ah! Just like that! Nngh!" Your eyes roll back into your head, cunt clenching down on him like a vice, a gush of heat tells him you've just came around him, so he no longer holds back.

He hooks one of his legs around yours and pushes himself deeper than before, making you yell out in overstimulated ecstasy. And that primal yelp as he buries himself as deep as possible sends him over the edge, coil in his gut not only snapping- but burning to ash as he fills your womb with his release. "Fuck, fuck," he whines, rutting into you unable to move as your core clenches more than ever, refusing to let him go. "Mine," he growls out, leaning down and colliding his lips with yours passionately.

     Your body goes limp beneath him, your soft breaths fanning against his sweaty face as he pulls away from the kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly and your jelly like arms wrap around his broad shoulders. "Mine, all fuckin' mine," he lowers his weight onto you slowly, and it makes his hard cock feel heavier than before. He ignores your whiny moans, resting his head on your chest. "My wife, filled with my seed. Mine, mine, mine," with each of his possessive proclamations comes a thrust of his hips. "Say it, say you're mine."

      "I'm yours," you whimper under his weight, blissed out beyond belief and in shock that -despite having filled you less than five minutes ago- he is already rock hard again and thrusting into you, slowly building his speed back up.

     "Louder," he demands, head pressed firmly to your chest and listening intently to your drumming heart beat.

    "I'm yours," you speak more confidently.

    "Louder," his pace has passed where you reached before, he's nearly drilling you with his cock.

    "Ah! Fuck!" You screech, nails digging into his skin, legs wrapping around his wildly thrusting hips instinctively.

    "Say it," his voice rumbles on your chest, sending vibrations through you as his thrust shake the bed, "fucking say it, tell everyone who you belong to."

     "I'm yours, San! Oh! San! Sannie! Baby!" Your brain has shut down, you're putty in his arms, babbling loudly. "Cumming!" You can't help but announce it to the farm, your pleasure has set you ablaze and everything is pointless besides San.

    He follows shortly after, his second release flooding your stretched walls and pushing his first out, making a mess of your sheets and pelvises.

     When he doesn't show any sign of slowing, you slap his shoulders repeatedly and let out a loud whine. He stills deep inside of you and pants into your chest, cock still throbbing inside of you.

    He's become insatiable.

     "Break, please," you slur, hands finding purchase in his disheveled hair. He melts into the drunken affection, eyes peering up at you with love and adoration... obsession in the comfort of your own home.

     He slowly pulls out of you, watching in awe as the pearly white of his love seeps out of you. He rubs your thighs in a soothing manner, taking a moment to catch his own breath.

     "D...do you feel good?" He looks up, almost like a lost puppy. You've never seen him so vulnerable.

      "God, yes," you smile at him dopily, propping yourself up on your elbows with a groan. He sits back, immediately locking his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. His scent blankets you, and you welcome it. Taking a deep breath.

     His member is messy with a mix of your juices, resting against your lower belly like it knows that's where it belongs. Showing you both how deep he reaches.

     The sight alone lights the fire in you again, now just as insatiable as he is.

     "I love you." The words that slip past your swollen lips shock the both of you, eyes meeting in an instant.

     The crickets outside chirp their song, stars and moon casting light through the window. A shooting star flies by.

    "I love you."

❦

    There's a knock at the door. Strange. Anyone who needs in can get in. You trot down the stairs and stop halfway as your eyes meet your brothers through the screen door. "Bub?" You nearly trip over your feet as you jump down the rest of the steps, slinging the door open and wrapping your arms around him tightly. It been long past those three weeks San have him. Almost a year past.

     "Bub! Bubby!" He spins you around in his arms, nearly falling off of the porch.

     "Oh, thank God! You're alive!" Both of you have wide smiles, blissfully unaware as San turns the corner in his farming overalls. "Let's get a wiggle on, before Mr.Choi knows I'm here." San stops in his tracks, eyes trained on you.

     "Oh... Bub."

    "Let's get, c'mon." He goes to drag you by your arm to the awaiting car.

    "Stop! I'm not going with you."

    A smirk grows on Sans as a frown grows on your brothers. "N-not going? Don't be silly!"

    "Let go of me," you slap his hand away and when your hand falls back to your side, that's when he sees it.

    Your belly. Swollen with child.

     "(Y/n)..."

      You wrap your hands around your stomach protectively as his concerned look turns to a glare. "D-did he rape you? Dear Lord," his hand flies to his mouth in shock.

      "What!? No, no, nothing of the sort. San and-"

     "Hurry, before he gets back."

      "Before who gets back?" San grins wide as he joins your side, wrapping his arm around you and purposefully showing off the ring on his finger. "Long time, no see... Bub."

      His face so that of a ghost, backing away until he hits Hwa, who forces him to kneel.

      "You really left your poor helpless sister for dead?" The words that San speaks knocks the reality back into you. He did leave you. You'd been so happy with your new life that you'd forgotten entirely about what lead up to it. "I doubt you've even got my cash, huh?"

     "Mister, please! Surely you've forgiven me?"

    "I don't hold grudges... my wife is a different story, however." He turns to you with an innocent smile. "Honey?"

"Sissy... Tell me you didn't."

"I did." You dead pan. "You left me!" You land a slap harshly across his cheek. "Bastard!"

"Alright, Miss, don't put too much stress on the baby-" Hwa tries to calm you, but you've already gone off the deep end after being reminded of your life before San.

"I hate you!! You left me all alone! You threw me to the wolves! Where were you?!"

"Sis, just- just come home, you aren't thinking straight."

The cicada chirp loudly, nearly drowning out your next words.

"This is home. This is all I have. This is all I want."

"Sis, what has he-" Tears are welling up in your brothers eyes. And it pisses you off.

"I hate you! I never want to see you again, I hate your coward guts!"

San squeezes your shoulder gently and it brings you back to reality. Your brother is shaking as all of the realizations come crashing down on him. Hwa knows what's about to happen, he and San have talked about it a million times. He takes the gun from his belt and hands it over.

"My Moll has spoken."

Bang.

❦

San!!

~~~~~~~~~~

𝓚𝓮𝔂:

Fluff: ~ Smut: * Angst: ^

𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Moodboard- Pic collage #1 ~

Unfinished Business- Short Story ~ *

𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

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Lost in You- Short Story ~ *

𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

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From practice to pleasure- Short Story ~ *

𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

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Unresolved Desires- Short story ~ * ^

𝓢𝓪𝓷

Moodboard- Pic collage #1 ~

Kissed By the Idol- Story *

𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Moodboard- Pic collage #1 ~

Sweet Serenity- Short Story ~

The Cafe Encounter- Short story ~ *

A Walk to Remember- Short story ~

𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Moodboard- Pic collage #1 ~

Under His Spell- Story *

𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Moodboard- Pic collage #1 ~

Yours Completely- Story *

𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂!𝓐𝓽𝓮𝓮𝔃

Together Under The Stars ~

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⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆⋆.˚🦋༘⋆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

𝓒𝔀: 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽-𝓲𝓼𝓱, 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝔁 (𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽), 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮, 𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 (𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰), 𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓿, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2419

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 9 𝓶𝓲𝓷 32 𝓼𝓮𝓬

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆⋆.˚🦋༘⋆⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

"Hey, San," Y/n called out as she walked into the living room where San was lounging on the couch, a smile on her face. "Can you come here for a second?"

San looked up from his phone, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. "Sure," he said, his voice curious as he set his phone down. He got up and walked over to where Y/n was standing. "What's up?"

Y/n's heart was pounding in her chest, her palms sweaty with excitement and nerves. She took a deep breath and looked up at San, a small smile on her face. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

San tilted his head to the side, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Depends on the favor," he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. "What do you need?"

Y/n took another deep breath, summoning her courage. "I was wondering if you could... help me with something," she said, her voice a little shaky. "It's kind of... intimate."

San raised an eyebrow at her words, his smirk growing wider. "Intimate, huh?" he purred, his voice dropping an octave. "Now you have my full attention."

Y/n's cheeks flushed at his response, but she pushed on, her determination growing. "I was wondering if you could... help me unwind if you know what I mean," she said, her eyes meeting his meaningfully.

San's expression darkened at her words, his eyes flicking down to her body and back up to her face. "Is that so?" he said, his voice low and husky. "And how would you like me to help you unwind, hm?"

Y/n stepped closer to him, her body practically humming with anticipation. "I was thinking... maybe you could use your hands," she said, her voice a little breathless. "And your mouth."

San's eyes darkened even further at her words, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. "Is that a command, princess?" he asked, his voice a little rough as he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him.

Y/n shivered at the way he said 'princess,' her heart fluttering in her chest. "It's a request," she said, tilting her head back to look up at him. "But a very... passionate one."

San smirked down at her, his hands moving to her backside and squeezing firmly. "Well, I never could say no to you, especially when you're being so shameless," he said, his voice deep and sultry.

Y/n let out a small gasp at the feeling of his hands on her body, her skin prickling with pleasure. "Good," she whispered, her eyes locked on his as she reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Because I don't want you to say no."

San's grip on her tightened, and he pulled her even closer, his body pressing against hers. "Trust me, princess," he said, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "I have absolutely no intention of saying no."

San's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric and against her bare skin. She shivered at the feeling of his rough palms against her soft flesh. He tugged at the shirt, his voice a low growl. "Take this off."

Y/n complied, lifting her arms above her head so that San could pull the shirt off. He tossed it aside, his eyes raking over her exposed skin. "So beautiful," he murmured, his hands resuming their explorations of her body.

His lips found her neck, lips, and teeth grazing against her sensitive skin. She let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back instinctively, giving him more access to her throat. His hands squeezed her hips, pulling her even closer.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" he muttered against her neck, his voice thick with desire. "The way you look, the sounds you make, it's like you're trying to drive me crazy on purpose."

Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her body arching into his touch. "Maybe I am," she admitted, her voice a breathless whisper. "Maybe I like being able to make you lose your composure."

San chuckled against her skin, his fingers tracing over her back, feeling the way her body shivered under his touch. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips moving up to her ear. "Thinking you can get me all worked up like this."

San's hands found the waistband of her pants, his fingers slipping under the elastic. "As tempting as it is to tease you some more," he said, his voice a low rumble against her ear, "I think both of us are far too worked up for that."

Y/n let out a small whimper, her body already buzzing with excitement. "You're probably right," she admitted, her voice shaky. "We both know we can't hold out much longer anyway."

San smirked, his lips pressing against her jawline. "That's what I thought," he purred, his hands tugging at her pants, sliding them down over her hips. "I can't wait any longer. I need you, here and now."

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, her body quivering with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, San, I need you too."

He picked her up, practically tossing her onto the nearest surface - a sofa - and swiftly moving to kneel between her legs. His hands gripped her hips, his eyes raking over her body hungrily. "Gods, you're gorgeous," he mumbled, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's cheeks flushed at his words, her body arching towards him as her hands reached up to tug at the hem of his shirt. "You're one to talk," she murmured, her fingers tracing over his abs. "Have you seen yourself?"

San chuckled softly, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading her legs even further apart. He leaned down, his lips trailing a line of kisses up her inner thigh. "Not as amazing as you," he mumbled against her skin.

Y/n's breath hitched at the feeling of his lips on her skin, her hands gripping the couch beneath her as she fought the urge to writhe under his touch. "San, please," she whispered, her voice pleading. "Stop teasing me."

San's lips curled into a small smirk against her skin, and he nipped at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. "But I love teasing you," he purred, his fingers gripping her hips firmly. "I love watching you squirm and hearing those needy little sounds you make."

Y/n groaned, her head falling back against the couch as his words sent a wave of heat through her body. "You're evil, you know that?" she gasped, her hands clenching tighter in the fabric of the couch. "You're enjoying this way too much."

San chuckled again, his breath hot against her skin. "Maybe," he admitted, his lips moving higher on her thigh. "But then again, you're not complaining too loudly are you?"

San's lips finally reached their target, finding her sweet spot and making Y/n gasp and arch her back in pleasure. "Oh gods," she managed to gasp out, her hands finding his hair and gripping tightly.

San hummed against her, his tongue swirling around her most sensitive area, his hands holding her thighs firmly in place. "You taste so good, princess," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

Y/n gasped as his tongue continued to work its magic, her fingers fisting in his hair as pleasure coursed through her body. "San... I'm so close..." she managed to gasp out, her body trembling with anticipation.

San responded by increasing his tempo, his tongue working more insistently against her. He wanted her to come undone before he even got to the main course. "Come for me, princess," he muttered against her, his voice thick with desire. "Let go. I want to taste you."

Y/n couldn't hold on for much longer, and San's words were the final push she needed. She cried out as her climax hit her, her body shaking and trembling beneath his touch. San continued to work her through her orgasm, his lips and tongue helping her ride out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally collapsed back against the couch, panting and utterly spent, San pulled away from her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You're delicious," he said, his voice dripping with pride.

Y/n could only manage a weak whimper in response, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. "That... was... amazing," she managed to gasp out, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him.

San chuckled, crawling up her body to rest above her, his hands resting on either side of her head. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice cocky but affectionate. "Because we're not done yet."

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, her body still sensitive and buzzing with pleasure. "We're not?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

San shook his head, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Not even close," he said, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at her. "I have so much more I want to do to you."

Y/n shivered at his words, her body already stirring in response to his heated gaze. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

San's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her flush against him. "I want to hear those pretty little noises you make some more," he murmured, his lips trailing a line of kisses down her neck. "And I want to make you scream my name."

San's patience was finally running thin, and he wasted no more time in delving into the main course. In an instant, he was over her, his lips crashing down on hers in a desperate kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring every inch of her as his body pressed hers into the couch.

Y/n let out a small gasp at the sudden intensity, but she quickly responded in kind, her tongue tangling with his. Her hands moved up his back, digging her nails into his skin as she pulled him even closer.

San groaned at the feel of her nails on his skin, his body shuddering in pleasure against hers. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to her ear as his hips ground against hers, creating a delicious friction between them.

Y/n gasped at the sensation, her body arching up against him, seeking more friction. Her body was still sensitive from her previous climax, and the feeling of his body pressed against hers was almost too much.

"God, you're so responsive," San growled in her ear, his voice low and rough with desire. "I could take you right here, right now and you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

Y/n let out a needy whimper at his words, her body already aflame with want. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Please, San, I want you so badly."

San's growl turned feral at her words, and without warning, he grabbed her hips and flipped them so that she was straddling his lap. "Then take me," he said, his voice thick with need. "Take what you want, princess."

Y/n barely had a moment to register the change in position before she sank down onto him, her body instantly clenching tightly around his hardness. She let out a low, guttural moan, her head falling back in ecstasy.

San's hands gripped her hips tightly, his eyes closed in pleasure as he felt her body surrounding him. "You're so tight," he gasped out, his voice hoarse. "So perfect."

Y/n lifted herself up, her hips grinding down on him as she rode him at a slow, torturous pace. "It feels so good," she gasped out, her hands braced on his chest. "I don't want it to ever stop."

San's grip on her hips grew tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Then don't stop," he groaned, his body quivering with pleasure. "Take what you want, darling. I'm all yours."

Y/n continued to move above him, her body moving on instinct as she sought more pleasure. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she focused solely on the feeling of him inside her. "I won't last much longer," she gasped out, her voice shaky. "You're driving me insane."

San's breaths came out in ragged pants, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold himself back. "Come for me again," he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "I want to feel you lose control."

Y/n's body was already on the brink, and his words set her over the edge. She let out a cry, her body tensing as she shattered around him.

San's own release followed immediately after, his body arching beneath her as he spilled himself into her. He let out a guttural moan, his fingers gripping her hips so tightly that she was sure there would be bruises later.

Y/n collapsed forward onto his chest, her body thrumming with pleasure and exhaustion. The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths, both of them trying to come down from the height of their release.

San's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "That... was amazing," he panted, his voice hoarse. "You're amazing."

Y/n let out a soft chuckle, her face buried in his chest. "You're not so bad yourself," she mumbled, her body still quivering in the aftermath of their pleasure. "I don't think I can move."

San let out a small chuckle as well, his fingers tracing idly over her back. "That's a good thing," he said, his voice teasing. "Because I plan on keeping you right here in my lap for a while longer."

Y/n let out a content murmur at his words, nuzzling even further into his chest. "Mmm, that sounds nice," she said, her voice soft and sleepy. "Just don't let me fall asleep here. I don't think my back will appreciate it in the morning."

San chuckled again, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Don't worry, I've got you," he murmured, his voice affectionate. "We'll just stay here a little while longer and then I'll carry you to bed."

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴! 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲, 𝓤𝓷𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓵

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 900

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 3 𝓶𝓲𝓷 38 𝓼𝓮𝓬

Mingi and Y/n strolled hand in hand down the bustling streets of Seoul, enjoying the warm summer afternoon. The sun was shining, a slight breeze rustled through the trees, and the city was filled with a sense of vibrant energy.

As they walked, Mingi couldn't help but sneak glances at Y/n, admiring her pretty face and how her hair fluttered in the breeze. He was again struck by how lucky he was to have her by his side.

Y/n noticed him looking at her and gave him a soft smile. "What are you staring at?" she asked, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Mingi chuckled and squeezed her hand. "Can you blame me for staring?" he replied, a flirtatious note in his voice. "You're just so beautiful, it's hard not to."

Y/n blushed at his words and nudged him playfully. "You're just saying that because you're biased," she said, attempting to keep her voice light and teasing.

Mingi feigned offense. "Biased?" he said, pretending to be deeply wounded. "I'll have you know I am entirely objective when it comes to commenting on your beauty."

Y/n laughed at his cheeky tone. "Oh, please. You're about as objective as a judge at a puppy beauty competition," she teased.

Mingi feigned another hurt gasp, pretending to clutch his chest. "You wound me, truly," he said, his eyes sparkling with joy. "But seriously, is it so wrong for me to think you're the most beautiful person in the world? I just call it like I see it."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "You're ridiculous," she said, giving him a lighthearted swat on the arm. "But I suppose I should be flattered that you think so highly of me."

Mingi laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Flattered is just the tip of the iceberg," he said, pulling her closer to him. "I'm downright smitten with you."

Y/n's cheeks flushed pink again at his words, but she tried to maintain her composure. "Oh, now you're just laying it on thick," she said, ducking her head to hide her smile.

Mingi laughed again, enjoying the flush on her cheeks. "Maybe I am," he admitted, "but it's only because you make it so easy. You're just too damn cute when you get flustered."

Y/n huffed and tried to swat him again, but he just dodged out of the way with a grin. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, unable to keep the fondness out of her voice.

"Insufferably charming, you mean," Mingi corrected her, raising an eyebrow cockily. "And you love it, don't lie."

Y/n rolled her eyes again, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But don't let it go to your head, Mr. Cocky."

"Too late," Mingi replied with a wink. "My ego is already sky-high, and it's all your fault."

Y/n shook her head, trying (and failing) to suppress a laugh. "You're impossible," she said, but there was no heat behind the words.

"But you love me anyway," Mingi said, smiling smugly.

Y/n rolled her eyes yet again, but there was no denying the affection in her expression. "Yeah, yeah, shut up," she grumbled, even as she leaned into his side.

As the sun began to set, Mingi and Y/n continued strolling through the city, enjoying each other's company. They laughed, joked, and occasionally stopped to share a tender moment or two.

As the sky turned a deep orange, Mingi stopped and turned to face Y/n, his expression growing serious. "Hey," he said softly, taking both of her hands in his. "Can I ask you something?"

Y/n blinked, a bit surprised by the sudden change in his tone. "Of course," she said, her gaze meeting his. "What is it?"

Mingi took a deep breath, his eyes locked on hers. "I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me," he said, his voice earnest. "You've become my world, and I can't imagine my life without you in it."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words, her cheeks flushing with emotion. "Mingi..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mingi took another step closer to her, his expression serious and intense. "I know we've only been together for a little while," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "But I don't care. I know what I feel, and what I want. And what I want is to spend the rest of my life with you."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. "Mingi, are you...are you proposing to me right now?" she whispered, her eyes wide.

Mingi's lips curved into a small smile, and he nodded. "I guess I am," he said, his voice soft but sure. "I don't have a ring or anything yet, but I just couldn't wait any longer to ask you. So, Y/n...will you marry me?"

Y/n stared at him for a moment, her mind reeling with a million thoughts. But then she smiled a wide, radiant smile that lit up her face. "Yes," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "Yes, of course, I'll marry you, Mingi."