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Kitty Tamer (Hwa, San, Mingi)

Just a short story //

In which you get your guts rearranged by three call of duty cosplayers.

Pairing: Hwa, San & Mingi X Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Notes: 4sum, spanking, recording, unprotected Sex, creampie, choking, hair pulling, cosplay sex, call of duty cosplay, manhandling, hotel sex, mating press position, some role playing, rough sex, humiliation, size kink, crying kink, dirty talk, degradation.

Decided to add a moment between San and Mingi because it felt right.

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“Look at her she’s crying,” Mingi says wiping the mascara mixed tears away from your eyes, the other two men chuckling amongst themselves as they sat on either side prop guns in hand, their eyes looking down on you. Mingi’s thrusts were hard as his head dipped down, your hands pushing on his bulletproof vest, as you tried to take his size. “What’s the matter baby? Where’d all that confidence go? You said you could take me, you didn’t lie did you?”

Just moments ago you were walking around the convention having a good time, taking photos, admiring Cosplays and buying from vendors, now you were getting your guts rearranged by 3 call of duty cosplayers you met there on the same day. Their names were Seonghwa, San and, Mingi. They bumped into you while you were heading to the bathroom and from there a conversation had started in which all three of them flirted with you the entire time. Maybe it was the cat woman cosplay you were wearing or the perfume but they wouldn’t leave you alone and well..it’s not as if you were really asking for them to.

“So good..so so good, you like that huh? Like it when I play with your sensitive little clit? Like it when San buries his cock in your throat?” You couldn’t answer as San was currently using your mouth in the same way Mingi was, Seonghwa sliding his tongue over your clit, fingers squeezing your nipples. There was too much going on that you couldn’t even focus on either one of them, your first orgasm crashing over you, your walls clenching onto Mingi as he spilled into you moments after. You liked this, the feeling of being used, it didn’t matter what they did as long as it felt good and right now you were on cloud nine. They practically tossed you around as they were much taller in height and much more fit, hell Seonghwa’s hand alone could wrap around your throat and well, it did. After Mingi pulls out, Seonghwa takes his place, his hand wrapped around your pretty throat as he fucks you in missionary, San had already pulled out of your throat and found a way to tuck himself underneath you. He played with your clit so much, messing with the sensitive bud as Mingi teased your nipples, shoving the prop gun into your mouth, this caused you to tighten up around Hwa “oh I think she liked that..” he says with a laugh. You were so open, so exposed and full, each of them made sure to make fun of you. Snickering when you had drool pooling at the sides of your mouth, controlling your orgasm’s by moving their hands when you were on the brink of coming. “Fuck I’m so close, if you keep clenching onto me like that..” Seonghwa grunts, thrusts getting sloppier by the minute as he tried to chase his orgasm. for just a moment he broke character, whining, cock twitching inside of you.

You watch as San adjusts the camera, forgetting that they were even filming this for their viewing later. The thought of them having you naked on video…watching it whenever they wanted..thinking about how many times they’d come to it..all of this made your head spin. Seonghwa spun you around and onto your back, burying his cock back inside you, his hand gripping your ass, free hand slapping it. You gasp, legs shaking, watching as Mingi and San teased you all over. Seonghwa’s thrusts were hard as he tried to push into you as much as possible, you could tell he was about to cum so you confidently matched his rhythm, grinding on him. He couldn’t keep his composure, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you back and losing himself. “Ah shit, gonna come, I know a slut like you can take it so be prepared pretty girl,” San chimes in “you’ll be dealing with me after.” He says with a grin on his face, pulling your head up so that you’d look at him, he mocks your fucked out face, Mingi getting in on the teasing as well. “kitty can’t speak? Cmon where’s the girl we were speaking to at the convention? The one that wouldn’t give us the time of day.” Before any of this at the convention you were in character, confident and giving them quick witted comebacks,now you could barely even think because they were fucking you stupid. Seonghwa pushes you onto the mattress, spilling into you after a few more thrusts and you couldn’t keep down the whine that came out of your mouth. San pats your head and coo’s at you “that’s right darling, you’re doing so well, take every last drop.” “And make sure to smile for the camera!” Mingi says enthusiastically, grabbing your chin to make you face it. You couldn’t even muster much of a smile but still tried, collapsing when you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore.

Now it was San’s turn and he fucked much differently. He flipped you on your stomach, pulling your ass up and closer to his bottom half, running a finger through your folds which were still soaked and covered in cum. He sucks the wetness slowly off of his finger and with a growl he slaps his hand down on your ass once, which provoked a desperate cry out of you, the feeling of the leather glove on his right hand stung. San liked to be rough and as close as possible, doggy style was a position he was really into but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to maintain eye contact. Slowly he pushes into you and at this point your pussy is throbbing, you’re thankful he was last because you don’t think you’ll be able to squeeze out any more orgasms after the one he was already about to give you. His thrusts became sloppy as he lost himself inside of you, each one made the last load that was still inside of you leak, San moaned like it was his first time feeling this good. “Fuck it’s so wet, so tight, I’m losing my mind.” Mingi walks over to him, kissing his neck and holding his head up so that he would look him in the eyes while fucking you. “You can Do it Sannie, you can come, fill her up so good, come on,” San digs his fingers into your hips, mingi slowly lifted up his shirt and flicked his nipples, biting his shoulder “M-Mingi that’s enough, you’re overstimulating me.” “But it’s what you enjoy right Sannie? I’m only trying to help.” Before San could even finish his sentence his hips snap forward as he cums, and hard at that. He carefully pulls out watching his load spill out of you and onto the towel they had placed underneath you.

You rolled over on your back, face flushed and fucked out, Seonghwa zooming into your expression, this was some of the best sex you’ve ever had.

While you thought they’d just leave you’re surprised when they start helping you up and out of the bed for a shower, it’s nothing sexual it’s purely some sweet aftercare and you’re surprised at how comfortable it was being in this position with them, you didn’t know it yet but you’ve just come across 3 cosplayers who were going to be absolutely enamored with you.

The Right Kind Of Medicine | San

Pairing : San x female reader

Summary : At a party, your migraine hits hard, and your brother isn’t around. But his best friend is. He takes you home, his hands gentle but lingering, the tension between you undeniable. What starts as care turns into something far more intense.

Genre : smutty, unprotected sex, brother's best-friend au, MDNI

Words Count : 5k

**Disclaimer: All characters in this story are completely fictional, and do not represent the real personalities of any of the Ateez members.

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The thud of the music reverberates through your skull, every beat a hammer against the back of your eyes.

It’s like the headache has grown roots, spreading deeper with every passing second, until the pain feels like it’s carved into your bones.

You close your eyes, pressing your fingers to your temples, but it doesn’t help. The pressure just builds and builds, each noise in the room twisting the knife further.

You glance around the crowded room, wishing Wooyoung were here. If your brother wasn’t off on his anniversary trip with his girlfriend, he’d be by your side, nagging you to drink water or trying to drag you outside for some fresh air.

He’s always been like that even though he’s the younger one—overprotective, annoyingly so sometimes. But right now, you’d give anything to have him here, to have that familiar presence to lean on.

You know you need to leave. The lights are too bright, the voices are too loud, and the party feels like it's suffocating you. Your head spins, and nausea rolls in your stomach.

You take a step toward the door, hoping to slip out without anyone noticing.

But instead, it’s San who notices you. Wooyoung’s best friend. The guy you’ve known for years, ever since you were kids. He’s always been around, always a part of the family in this weird, unofficial way.

You’ve spent countless summers with him hanging around your house, playing video games with Wooyoung,and you saw him as nothing but Wooyoung’s friend..... until recently.

Until he’d suddenly bulked up, traded his boyish charm for something far more dangerous, and somehow became hot. Like, can’t-stop-staring hot.

You’ve been pretending not to notice the way he’s filled out his shirts, the way his smile is still the same, but now his presence feels... heavier. Stronger. But even worse is the way he’s always been sweet to you, always caring, the kind of guy who somehow makes you feel safe without even trying.

He’s across the room, watching you. You try to pretend you don’t see him, but it’s too late. He’s already making his way over, weaving through the crowd like it’s second nature to him, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice is softer than usual, laced with concern, and you almost hate how much you like the way he sounds when he’s worried about you.

You swallow hard, forcing a smile you know is shaky at best. "I think I’m getting a migraine. I’m just gonna go home," you tell him, hoping it’ll be enough to brush him off.

San’s frown deepens, and for a second, he doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you, eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to figure out how bad it really is. And then, without hesitation, he says, "Let me drive you home."

Your instinct is to shake your head, to wave him off like you always do. You’ve never been the type to let people fuss over you, and you know how San can be, just as overprotective as Wooyoung sometimes.

You don’t want to be a burden. "No, it’s okay, San," You look up at him, your vision slightly blurred from the pain. “You don’t have to. I can—”

“I’m not drinking,” he cuts in, “And I don’t think Wooyoung would forgive me if I let you walk out of here alone.”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch. His jaw tightens, and there’s that familiar stubbornness in his eyes. You’ve seen it before, usually when he and Wooyoung are arguing about something stupid, neither one willing to back down.

You open your mouth to protest, but another wave of dizziness crashes over you, and you have to reach out, your hand instinctively grabbing his arm for balance.

He catches you without missing a beat, his hands steadying you with a kind of ease that makes you feel safe in a way you didn’t expect.

You can’t bring yourself to argue any more. Maybe it’s the pounding in your head or the fierce look he’s giving you, as he dares you to push your luck. You let out a long breath, finally giving in. "Alright," you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

San’s expression softens, and he steps closer, gently placing his hand on your back. He guides you through the room with a quiet determination, careful not to rush you, his hand never leaving your back.

Outside, the cool night air hits your face, but it doesn’t do much to ease the throbbing in your head. You’re too aware of San beside you, of the way he opens the passenger door of his car like it’s the most natural thing in the world, helping you inside.

He doesn’t say anything as he slides into the driver’s seat, but the way his hands grip the steering wheel tells you he’s still thinking about you, still focused on making sure you’re okay.

The drive is quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. San’s presence fills the silence, steady and warm, and even though the throbbing in your head hasn’t let up, you find yourself focusing more on him than the pain.

Every so often, he glances over at you, his brow creased with worry. You’re touched by how seriously he’s taking this, how his entire focus seems to be on making sure you’re okay. It’s not something you’re used to, this level of quiet concern. Especially from him.

When he finally pulls up to your apartment, he’s out of the car before you can even think about unbuckling your seatbelt, rushing around to your side to help you out.

The second you stand, your legs wobble, and San’s arm wraps around you instinctively, supporting your weight as though you weigh nothing at all.

His touch is gentle, firm, reassuring in a way that makes your stomach twist, not from the headache, but from something deeper, something you don’t want to examine too closely.

“Lean on me,” he murmurs, his voice soft but commanding as he helps you inside.

You don’t argue, too tired to pretend you’re fine. He’s stronger than you realised, his body solid against yours, and as he guides you up the stairs to your apartment.

By the time you make it to your door, your head is pounding, your vision blurring slightly from the pain. But San doesn’t let go. Not until you’re inside, and even then, he doesn’t step back fully.

He helps you to your room, guiding you to the bed with a care that surprises you. He’s so gentle, so focused, and when he finally lowers you onto the mattress, it’s like he’s making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

You sink into the bed, letting out a soft sigh of relief as the cool sheets hit your skin, but the tension in your body hasn’t quite eased. You can feel San’s presence still lingering nearby, his concern palpable in the air.

“Thank you, San,” you manage to say, your voice weak but sincere. “I appreciate it.”

He gives you a small, tight-lipped smile, but his eyes are filled with concern. "No problem at all." His voice is soft, warm, but there’s a slight tension there, like he’s still worrying about you, still not quite sure if he should leave.

He stands at the edge of your bed, watching as you shift uncomfortably, trying to find a position that doesn’t make the headache worse.

You can feel his hesitation, the way he hovers just a step too close to the door, unsure. His brow furrows as you let out a soft groan, struggling to get comfortable, and he takes half a step forward, like he’s torn between leaving and staying.

"Is there anything else you need?" His voice is gentle, filled with genuine care.

For a second, you let yourself imagine asking him to stay. The idea of being alone right now, with the pounding in your head and the waves of nausea, feels unbearable.

You’ve always hated being alone when you’re sick, when you’re vulnerable like this. And right now, you don’t want to be alone. You want him to stay. To sit beside you, maybe even hold you, let you lean into his warmth until the pain fades.

But you can’t. You don’t want to burden him, and besides, he should be back at the party, enjoying himself, not stuck here taking care of you. So you swallow the words that almost come out, pushing them down as far as you can.

“No,” you finally say, offering him a weak smile, your voice soft and tired. “Thank you, San. You’ve done more than enough for me. You should go back to the party.”

San hesitates at the doorway, his gaze locked on yours. There’s an unspoken plea in your eyes, a silent request that you don’t even realise you’re making.

You’re too proud to voice it, but he sees it, sees how vulnerable you look, how exhausted and in need of comfort you are. The warmth of his concern tugs at him, and he can’t ignore it.

With a deep breath, he pulls his phone and car keys from his pocket, placing them onto the bedside table . “I think I’ll stay for a bit,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

You look at him, your voice barely a whisper. “You don’t have to.”

But he’s already taking another step forward, his eyes never leaving yours. “I want to,” he says, his voice almost a murmur, filled with an honesty that makes your chest tighten.

He moves closer, and you give a slight nod, a small, barely perceptible movement that feels like giving in to something you’ve been wanting all along. “Okay,” you say, your voice thin and wavering.

“Alright,” he repeats, as if trying to reassure you as much as himself. He climbs onto the bed, careful not to jostle you, making sure every movement is slow and deliberate.

He settles beside you, lying down with an ease that belies the tension in his shoulders. He leaves a small space between you, just enough to ensure you don’t feel overwhelmed by his closeness, but it’s clear he’s close enough to offer comfort.

The warmth of his body radiates toward you, and though the space between you is modest, it’s more than enough to make you feel less alone.

"Thank you," you murmur, your voice barely audible as you close your eyes, letting the exhaustion finally overtake you. The word feels inadequate for the comfort you’re receiving, but it’s all you can manage in your foggy state.

San’s response is immediate, his voice soft and sincere. “You’re welcome.”

You shuffle closer, seeking out warmth and solace, you find yourself pressing gently against his side. You nuzzle into the crook of his arm, instinctively reaching for the comfort he offers.

San’s eyes widen slightly at the sudden proximity, his breath catching for a moment as he processes the shift. But he doesn’t hesitate.

There’s a moment of stillness before he gently wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer with a tenderness that surprises even him.

As you drift off, the last thing you’re aware of is the gentle pressure of San’s arm around you, the warmth of his presence, and the soft rhythm of his breathing.

You wake slowly, the dim light from the hallway casting soft shadows around the room. The rhythmic sound of San’s breathing is a soothing backdrop to the dull ache still lingering in your head.

You shift slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, and his body responds with a gentle murmur.

San’s eyes flutter open, his expression relaxed and drowsy. The warmth of his arm still around you is comforting, but it’s the sleepy smile on his face that really catches your attention.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whisper, your voice still soft and fragile from sleep.

“Hey there,” he replies, his voice hoarse from sleep but warm and welcoming. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m… a little better,” you admit, your voice still a whisper. “Thanks to you.”

San smiles, “Good, I’m glad,” he says, his voice still tinged with drowsiness. San stretches his arms with a soft yawn, his movements slow and relaxed “What time is it?” he asks, his tone carrying a mix of curiosity and concern.

You reach for your phone, squinting a bit at the screen before responding. “A little after midnight.”

San’s eyes widen slightly, and he lets out a soft, slightly surprised exhale. “Oh,shit, it’s late.” There’s a note of reluctance in his voice as he adds, “I should head home.”

His presence has been a comfort, and the thought of him leaving now feels like a sudden, unwelcome shift. “You can stay here,” you offer, your voice quiet, but earnest. “If you want.”

San’s gaze meets yours, and there’s a moment of silence as he processes your offer. The room feels cosy, the warmth of his body still radiating through the air.

He seems to weigh the offer seriously. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice gentle. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Of course, it’s kinda nice having you here,” you admit, the blush on your cheeks warming the cool room. The words slip out before you can fully process them, but they feel true.

San’s reaction is immediate, his gaze snapping to yours with a mixture of surprise and something that sends a flutter through your chest.

“Okay,” The word lingers in the air between you, charged with an unspoken understanding. For a brief moment, the world outside your small bubble seems to fade away.

You find yourselves locked in a silent exchange, your eyes meeting in a way that feels both intimate and intense. The connection is palpable, and your heart thuds in your chest.

San clears his throat, breaking the spell. His gaze flickers away, and he starts to shift slightly, adjusting his position in an attempt to find a more comfortable way to lay beside you.

He doesn’t move too far away, but there’s a deliberate effort to give both of you space, to balance between maintaining closeness and respecting boundaries. His hand lightly brushes against yours as he adjusts, a small touch that sends a shiver up your spine.

As he settles back into place, the intimacy of the earlier moment feels like a lingering echo, and you find yourself struggling to process the feelings it stirred up.

“Thank you for staying and looking after me,” you say softly, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. The words feel like a simple acknowledgement, but they carry a depth of gratitude that you hope he can feel.

San gives you a gentle smile that makes your heart flutter. “You don’t have to thank me,” he replies, his voice sincere. “I wanted to.” He shifts slightly, adjusting his position to get more comfortable. “I’m just glad you’re feeling a bit better,” he adds, “That’s what matters.”

As you lay there, the room dim and peaceful, you feel a sudden surge of affection. It’s a quiet moment, filled with the comforting warmth of San’s presence beside you.

Without thinking, you lean in, closing the distance between you. The urge to be closer, to feel him, is overwhelming.

You brush your lips gently against his cheek, your breath catching in your throat the moment they touch his skin. It’s a soft, innocent kiss, but your whole body feels it.

“I—I’m sorry" you inwardly cringe, panic rising in your chest. You just wanted to thank him, to express the swell of emotions bubbling beneath the surface." I didn’t mean to -”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he says softly.

San’s cheeks flush slightly, and he locks eyes with you, the moment stretching longer than you anticipated, heavy with unspoken words. His gaze flicks down to your lips, then back to your eyes.

He leans in, his intentions clear but cautious, giving you time to stop, to back away if you want. But you don’t. San’s eyes flicker between yours, searching for any sign of hesitation,

Then, with a tentative breath, he captures your lips in a slow, hesitant kiss. It starts softly, as if he’s testing the waters, his lips brushing against yours with a gentleness that sends shivers down your spine.

You melt into the kiss, your body responding instinctively, deepening it as you give yourself over to the sensation. The way his lips move against yours is intoxicating, and sends waves of warmth flooding through you, stirring something deep and undeniable.

His hands find their way to your waist, fingers pressing into your skin, igniting a spark that races through your body, sending heat pooling in your core.

Every nerve ending comes alive, and you feel a fluttering sensation in your stomach, a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

San pulls back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, and for a heartbeat, you’re both suspended in that space, caught between the thrill of the kiss and the reality of the moment. Your his best-friend’s sister.

His eyes search yours, a question lingering in the air, one that echoes your own thoughts: What does this mean for us?

But before you can voice your concerns, he leans in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one more confident, your hand slides up his t-shirt, feeling his warm skin. He groans softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this”

You pant heavily breaking away from the kiss, hands sliding over his abs, “Same”

His hands pull you closer, his fingers lacing into your hair. “Are you trying to drive me insane?” he chuckles, voice low and husky.

“Remember you’re my best friends sister” he adds, a playful warning laced with seriousness that makes your heart race faster.

The thrill of it all sends a rush through you, a heady mix of excitement and danger, making you all too aware of the precarious line you’re walking.

A spark of mischief ignites in your chest. “I know, but, I don’t want to stop”, your voice barely a whisper as you lean closer again, your lips grazing his jawline. He shivers at your touch, a low growl escaping him that makes your pulse quicken.

“Me neither,” he murmurs, the heat of his breath against your ear. Arousal floods your panties .

His grip tightens in your hair, pulling you even closer, as if he’s trying to fuse your bodies together. Every nerve in your body is alive, and you can feel the tension coiling between you like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.

His gaze sharpens, and he searches your eyes, looking for confirmation, for understanding. “You know this could change everything between us,” he says, his voice dropping lower, laced with a seriousness that both excites and terrifies you.

“I know,” you whisper, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. There’s a part of you that understands the weight of your words, the reality of what crossing this line might mean.

San gently pushes you back on the bed, his mouth travelling down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin softly. “Is this what you want?” he whispers, kissing along your collarbone.

Your mind is so hazy, enjoying the pleasurable sensations of his kisses, that you can only answer with a “mmmmm”

He hands explore every inch of your body, reaching the skin just above your waistband of your jeans.

His breath hitches as his fingers twitch over your button, he looks into your eyes, his own filled with desire and anticipation. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. San, more than anything” you bite you’re lip, hands clutching at his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath your palms. He pops the button, slowly sliding the zipper down, before tugging off your jeans, you discard the rest of your clothes, baring yourself before him.

He groans, palming himself though his jeans. “Fuck….y/n….look at you” the praise makes you feel like a goddess, a small warm blush spreading on your face.

He lifts his own shirt over his head, His skin glows in the low light, and for a heartbeat, you can only stare at him and the sharp lines of his muscles.

His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, his eyes lock onto yours, a dark intensity there that makes you forget everything else.

They’re heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide with need, and his lips are red, swollen from the way you’ve been kissing him, he looks downright sinful.

It feels like you’re getting your own magic mike moment, when he slowly tugs his jeans down to his pelvis, and then drags his boxers down too.

His thick hard cock, springs free, pre-cum leaking at the tip, and your pussy clenches, aching for him to be inside you already.

San leans forward on the bed, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth, teasing and sucking it, your hips almost buck off the bed.

His hands holds your hips in place as he gives attention to the other one, his mouth pulling off with a loud pop.

His hands roam freely over your body, towards your thighs, you spread your legs and give him a view of your dripping core.

“Beautiful” he murmurs, he leans down to kiss your inner thigh, his lips trailing softly towards your wetness, whilst his fingers trace a path down your stomach, teasingly brushing against your entrance.

You whimper softly in anticipation, choking back a moan when his tongue laps up your juices.

“So sweet” he groans, against your folds, his tongue thrusting into your hole. He slips a finger inside you, finding your hole slick and hot, he begins to pump it in and out in time with his tongue’s movements.

“Mmmmm fuck, San.” Your pussy clenches as he adds a second finger, stretching you out enough before pulling them out slowly, only to slide them back in. He matches his rhythm with your moans, his other hand, grips your thigh, holding it open.

“Ohhhh, shit!” you arch your back as you glance down at him, the scene so erotic, as his beautiful pouty mouth latches on to your clit.

He smirks up at you, eyes drinking in every expression that crosses your gorgeous face. He can’t believe he’s here, finally getting to touch you like this. “Do you like that?” he asks, fingers moving deep inside you.

“Yes” you gasp, “ I’m so fucking close” you close your eyes focusing on the tight coil inside you.

“Then cum for me y/n” San urges, increasing the pace. You hold your breath, concentrating on the pleasure building, until stars explode behind your eyes. Soft sexy moans filter through to San’s ears, as he helps you ride it out.

“Fuck” San groans, he gives your clit a soft nudge, pushing you over the edge one more time as he feels your muscles clamp down around his fingers. “That’s it baby, give it all to me” he praises. “Good girl”

He sits up with a soft smile, taking in you fucked out expression “I could stare at you all night” he murmurs, you open your eyes to see him pumping his cock. The sight is enough to make you drool. “I want to be inside you, and feel you squeeze around me, wanna fuck you senseless” he gives his cock a hard tug, causing him to groan.

“Shit” you whimper, playing with your nipples, “Please”

He groans again, lean down to kiss you softly on the lips “How can I refuse when you ask so nicely?” he climbs between your legs, spreading your thighs wider, as he grips his cock firmly in his hands.

He rubs the tip of his cock against your folds, pressing it against your aching entrance, slowly pushing inside you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, staring down at where you bodies began to join, you both moan when he bottoms out and you immediately clench around him.

“Y/N…...” San gasps, “Fucking hell, this is better than I could have imagined. You’re so fucking tight” his hands move to your hips, holding you close as he starts to slowly thrust into you, feeling the wet heat surround him.

“Mmmmm, damn that feels good” you arch your back, nails raking down his back, causing him to hiss.

“You like that, like how my cock is making you feel?” he grunts between thrusts. “Your brother is going to kill me if he finds out about this”

“Can we please not talk about Wooyoung whilst you’re balls deep inside me” you grumble, only to gasp when he thrusts sharply into you with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry baby” his hips move faster and harder as he leans closer to you, kissing you deeply. Your breathing came sharper, the pressure building as you squirm beneath him.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” his voice a low growl in your ear, that sent goosebumps along your body.

You whimper, walls pulsating around his cock “Yes, I’m so close!”

“Me too. Come on beautiful let me feel you cum on my cock.” his voice is strained with desire, his body pins you against the mattress, his rhythm becoming more feral.

You gasp sharply, waves of pleasure coursing though you, you moan his name over and over in breathless tones as you cling to him.

He thrusts into you deeply one final time, groaning as he can feel his release building. And then with a powerful surge, he spurts his seed inside you, your pussy milking every drop.

A few moments later, your breathing finally returns to normal, the room falls into a quiet stillness. You blink up at the ceiling, feeling the lingering heat between your bodies.

You glance over at San, his chest still heaving, a dopey smile spreading across his flushed face. His dark hair is damp and messy, strands clinging to his forehead, and his eyes gleam with a softness.

He looks almost boyish, his lips still slightly swollen from the way they’d kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe.

Without a word, he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you, strong and possessive.

His skin is warm, sticky against yours, but you don’t mind. You can feel the steady thump of his heart, and you let yourself rest against his chest, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your thoughts.

“We should probably talk about this,” San murmurs, his voice low and rough, his breath fanning over the top of your head.

Your stomach tightens at the sound, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. You nod, too exhausted to respond with words just yet.

He shifts slightly, his thumb grazing your bare shoulder in a soft, almost absent-minded caress that sends a shiver down your spine. The intimacy of it, the way his touch lingers even now, after everything… it feels like it’s binding you to him in a way you hadn’t expected.

"This wasn’t a one-time thing for me," you finally manage, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers trace a light pattern across his chest, feeling the tension there, the way he holds his breath as if he’s waiting for your words to sink in.

His body tenses beneath you, but then he relaxes, a small sigh escaping his lips. “Me neither.” His hand slides up your back, fingers weaving through your hair, and he tilts your chin up so you’re forced to meet his gaze.

“How do we go about telling your brother?” His lips twitch into a small, teasing smile, but there’s an edge to his voice, a seriousness that tells you this question is more than just a passing concern.

Your stomach flips at the thought, heat creeping into your cheeks as you imagine the fallout, the weight of what this could mean. But San’s thumb brushes your lower lip, soft and reassuring, grounding you in this moment, in him.

“We’ll figure it out,” you murmur, leaning into his touch, your heart hammering harder than it should.

And somehow, even though everything feels so complicated, tangled in a mess of emotions and unspoken words, when he presses his lips to yours again, it feels like the only thing that makes sense.

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Upskirt (San)

Synopsis: It was crowded, and the random stranger standing directly behind you decided now would be the best time to start pitching a tent.

Pairing: Business Man!San X Fem!Reader

Genre: smut!

Notes: public sex (don’t do it please, this is only meant for fiction!)Tired business Man San, groping, consent is given, reader initiates, quickie Sex, San takes videos, unprotected sex, fingering .

Upskirt pt 2 <3

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“Ah, I think it’s time that I head home, it’s getting pretty late.” You say looking at the time on your phone, you take the last swig of your drink and drop some money down on the bar counter. “Plus I don’t want to miss the train.” Both Wooyoung and Seonghwa stand up for a hug and you happily rush your way into their arms feeling comfortable and relaxed. “We’re gonna stay a bit longer, probably try to find someone to take home.” Wooyoung says and You giggle as they jokingly raise their eyebrows “Yeah goodluck with that.” And with that you turned around and left the bar. Almost instantly the breezy air hit you, your body tensed up as you slipped on your sweater and made your way to the train. When you arrived at the station it wasn’t exactly empty but it seemed like you might have a shot at getting a seat if you played your cards right so you made sure to stand in the least empty spot on the platform. You noticed that someone else seemed to be doing the same thing, as you were looking around you noticed a man scoping out the platform, looking for a good place to stand. He wore a black suit, glasses tucked neatly on his face, hair parted.

He settled on standing next to you, giving you a small nod as he did so. You noticed he was much taller than you, and although he was wearing a suit you could tell he was pretty fit, if you’re honest you’ve always had a slight thing for businessmen, maybe it was the suit or perhaps it was the fact that they’ve sometimes got a bit of a mysterious vibe or tend to keep to themselves. When the train arrived the both of you stepped forward but the man stepped back a bit and motioned that it was alright for you to step in first and with a smile you thank him and walk inside ahead of him to which He followed suit. Since there were annoyingly no empty seats you stuck with standing right in front of the door, you’d be getting off in a couple of stops so its not like you exactly needed to sit down, it was more of a it’d be nice sort of thing. Aside from the seats being full the train was pretty void of people standing up, it was just you and 4 other people that were standing however you didn’t realize just how bad it was going to get when the next stop rolled over. You were looking down at your phone, checking messages and just scrolling to pass the time and as soon as the train doors open a sea full of people squished themselves inside. Somehow you still had your spot in front of the doors secured but when it closed and you tried to move back just a bit and it became clear that there wasn’t a single piece of space left for you to move back, and to make matters worse someone was practically pushing all on your back.

“I’m sorry.” The man apologized and It would’ve been nice if you could at least turn around to see who it was, you could tell he really tried to keep his distance but he was also being squished by the passengers and there was only so much space he could give. As the train started to move you somehow ended up losing your balance, leaning off to the side but instead of bumping into someone you were moved back into place as the man behind you had gripped your waist to prevent you from bumping shoulders with anyone, though he quickly let go once you regained balance. You don’t know why but your heart was racing, for some reason being touched by a stranger gave you goosebumps and not the bad kind and Honestly you wouldn’t necessarily care about being squished if the next stop was quick but you knew it wouldn’t be. This one was going to take awhile and you’d just have to endure it for the time being, everyone around you seemed to be minding their business, as most of them looked on to their phones and some had headphones in, at least the train would be outside, you’ll actually have something to look at since you couldn’t exactly reach for your phone that was tucked into your purse.

Trying to ignore the fact that some stranger was pushed up against your back proved to be difficult, but nothing could prepare you for what was about to happen. You slowly felt something poking at your butt and immediately knew what it was. There was a bit of a reflection on the window in front of you so you were able to kind of see who it was and with a bit of squinting you could clearly tell it was the man that was standing next to you at the station. He was looking away from you, face flushed and he sort of seemed embarrassed but was trying to keep a straight and monotone face. You could tell that he was trying not to acknowledge it because if he did then that would mean you were probably going to say something about it. For a moment you too decided to ignore it, but the constant pushing against your bottom was setting your inner thighs on fire. The more you ignored it the more your body started reacting and the more you wanted to just throw every piece of your dignity out of the window. Instead of being too forward you decided to test your luck, or well read the vibes and see if he’s feeling what you’re feeling or if it was just his body acting against him. Slowly you grind yourself back against his lower half, just testing the waters to see where it gets.

At first he assumed it might’ve been the train bouncing you around, but when he realized that he wasn’t exactly losing his footing it all clicked, though just to be sure he did look around but saw that everyone seemed to be pretty stable and still, which meant that you were purposely grinding against him. It shocked him, sure getting the boner was a complete accident, he can’t exactly keep himself calm when an attractive woman has her ass pressed against his clothed cock, then again he didn’t exactly think that you’d notice since the train was so packed and assumed that would be the last thing on your mind. The pressure of your ass pushing against his hard cock was torturous but it felt amazing, he couldn’t help but bite his lip, hands traveling around your waist and moving down until they rested on your behind. That was enough for you to know that he was definitely feeling the tension, no words even needed to be spoken, it’s like the both of you were telepathically communicating. He groped your ass, coping a handful and you had to bite your lip to keep on a moan that was so close to slipping out. No one was looking, not a single soul paid the two of you any mind as getting to the next stop was their only priority.

The air felt so warm as the heat between your thighs only grew, the man slipped a hand under your skirt, fingers sliding over your clothed folds, one rubbing over your clit too as he continued to grind against you. “Do you have a name sweetheart?” The smell of his cologne only made you weaker in the knees “Y/n.” He removes his hand from under your skirt and one grips your waist while the other slips under your shirt, finding its way to your breasts. “Such a pretty name, but I’d prefer to call you slut.” He takes your nipple between his fingers and pinches them, you gasp and lean more into the door to support yourself. “Names San, I wanna know baby what’s a pretty little thing like you doing seducing a stranger on a crowded train?” His voice is deep and taunting and you don’t know if you should be embarrassed or incredibly turned on. “Y-you got a boner first.” He chuckles and smoothly slides your panties down just enough to give him better access, this has your toes curling as anyone can see, at any moment a passenger could call you two out on the indecent behavior. “How could I have not? Your ass is pressed against me and you smell fucking amazing, course I would start to get turned on.” You could see from the glass reflection that he was grinning, clearly confident in his words. Before you could respond you hold in a breath as San rubs two fingers through your wet folds before sinking his fingers deep into you. It’s cold and rough but the way he’s curling them with every thrust has you salivating, they were stretching you in the best way possible.

“S-San…” you speak in a low tone to avoid anyone else listening in “if you keep doing that I’ll come.” His fingers only push in deeper “I suppose we don’t exactly have all day.” He hesitated on stopping but eventually took his fingers out discreetly “Do I have your permission to go any further?” Your brain was so scrambled and desperate that you didn’t even hesitate when you nodded, and with a smirk on his Face San took out his phone and clicked on his camera app. He looked around to see if you two were being watched and when it seemed that the coast was clear so he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the front down just enough for his cock to spring free. The anticipation was killing you, the adrenaline rush from the possibility of getting caught had you on edge but it didn’t exactly stop your pussy from clenching onto nothing. San pressed record and angled his phone as discreetly as possible, lining the tip up at your entrance before he slowly pushed himself in. The stretch had you biting your lip as you tried to avoid making any noise, you couldn’t see but could definitely feel that he was thick in size but that was just the bonus. San could feel a groan at the back of his throat but stuck to biting the inside of his cheek as the walls of your pussy sucked him in. Once he was balls deep he lifted your skirt up more and looked around, thankfully no one was facing either of you, it seemed as though they didn’t want to sandwich you two and stuck to facing the other way, San was grateful but still he knew that this was risky and he definitely couldn’t do it again.

He started to thrust but slowly as he couldn’t really move much without risking being detected, still the size of his cock and the feel of him stretching you combined with his finger rubbing your clit..you were feeling nothing but bliss. All the two of you could do was let out breathy moans that couldn’t even be heard by anyone. San stopped recording, took pictures and put his phone back into his pocket. You clenched even tighter around him which let him know that you were close, which was perfect timing as the announcer on the speaker stated that the train would soon be coming to a stop. San pushed himself in deeper, pinching your clit and giving you playful love bites on your neck. “Y/n I’m gonna come, fuck, you’re gonna have to take every drop otherwise we’ll end up making a mess on the train.” He grins “unless that’s what you want hm?” You shook your head “inside, do it inside.” You say in a low tone, San chuckles “whatever you say baby.” After a Few more thrusts his load was spilling into you, his fingers slipping into your mouth as he had a feeling you would end up moaning. You lightly bit down on them and felt your orgasm crash over you, When San was finished he pulled out and quickly pulled up your underwear as well, placing your skirt back down and over your butt. He immediately goes soft, pulling his pants back up and buttoning them, you could feel his come dripping out of you but with the train still moving and packed there wasn’t much you could do.

When it came to a stop both you and San exited, neither of you had to get off at this stop but you two needed to get away from the crowd and San ended up walking you to the bathroom so that you could use it and clean yourself off. After cleaning yourself You met him outside where he ended up asking for your number which you didn’t hesitate to give, the both of you said your goodbyes as you decided to take a Cab the rest of the way home and You’re surprised by the amount of notifications that popped up on your phone. It was San, and as soon as you opened the messages you’re bombarded with photos and videos of Him Balls deep inside of you on the train, your face heats up as another text pops up

“thought you might’ve liked to see my point of view ;)”

“Let’s do this again sometime, only on a bed.”