[morguevita]

intro. hi! my name is aurie but u can call me aura! i was born on august 4th 2003 and i am currently 21! :3 im a smut & fluff writer! this is my first time having a fanfic account & im still new to writing so please respect my writing & if u have feedback please do indeed send me some!

networks. @newworldnet @illusionnet @starlit-network @k-labels

groups i write for. ateez (for now)

ateez

jeong yunho (정윤호)

sex 　buddies (smut)

choi san (최산)

winter 　night 　serade (fluff)

[morguevita]

synopsis. for months, san and wooyoung have been drawn to each other in the office. they exchange long glances and brush past each other, creating a spark. san is the boss. sharp, confident and hard to reach. wooyoung is the only person who stands firm under his gaze and the only one who lingers after hours in the office, tempting fate. after all, the real work doesn’t begin until the office is empty.

tags. dom!san, sub!woo, soft!dom, teasing, slow burn (?), workplace romance, sexual tension, oral, blowjob, kissing, semi-public, praise kink, power play, dirty talk, aftercare

pairings. boss!san x employee!woo

authors note. ok this shit kinda got me twirling my hair around my finger and my heart POUNDING. i had an account refresh I WAS WBTSAN OK DONT FORGET THAT!! and i already hate this layout so much. oops :3

the office was quiet after 7pm. the usual conversations had stopped, the lights dimmed in empty spaces and only the low hum of the air conditioning system was left. most people had gone home but wooyoung remained at his desk, tapping his fingers on the keyboard and focused on his screen. he had loosened his tie and undone the top buttons of his shirt, showing his collarbone. the low light made him look appealing. san noticed this more than he wanted to. he leaned against the glass partition of his office, one leg crossed over the other, sipping coffee that was no longer hot. he stared openly, something he had been doing more over the last few months. wooyoung didn’t seem to notice or chose not to acknowledge it. maybe he liked the attention. "you should have gone home an hour ago,” san said, his voice smooth but hinting at something deeper. wooyoung didn’t look up from his screen. “i could say the same about you.” san smirked. “but i am the boss.” wooyoung finally looked at him, a slight smile forming. “right. you can do what you want.” san tilted his head and walked over to wooyoung's desk, leaning in close but not crossing a line. “do you think i don’t see you stay late when i do?” he asked quietly, almost intimately.

wooyoung paused and then really looked at him. “coincidence,” he replied. san laughed softly, lacking humor. “try again.” silence filled the room, both of them tense. wooyoung leaned back in his chair, studying san. “what if i told you i did it on purpose?” san's expression tightened. he set his cup down on the desk. “then i'd say we have a problem.” “why?” wooyoung challenged, his voice steady but with a hint of breathlessness. “are you worried someone will find out that you look at me like that?” “i'm not worried,” san said, leaning closer, one hand on the desk beside wooyoung's. “i'm frustrated that i can’t touch you when i want to.” wooyoung's breath caught. this was the moment they both had been avoiding. months of close conversations, accidental touches and lingering gazes had brought them here. san's hand brushed against wooyoung's, making him tremble slightly. “you think i haven’t noticed how you smell when you walk by?” san whispered. “or how your eyes fall on my mouth when i talk?” wooyoung swallowed hard, his pupils dilated in the dim light. “you've been playing with fire,” san murmured. “and i've been patient.” wooyoung licked his lips, his breath shaky. “then stop being patient.”

san didn’t move for a second. he just stared at wooyoung like he was daring him to take it back. like he needed to make sure he’d heard right. that this wasn’t another half sleep fantasy from too many late nights and too much coffee, watching wooyoung roll his sleeves up with that damn nonchalance that made san's blood rush south. but wooyoung didn’t look away. didn't flinch. didn't regret. san's hand shifted, slow but certain, tracing along wooyoung's wrist, the touch featherlight but electrifying. he felt the quickening pulse beneath the skin. "say it again,” san murmured, voice low and frayed. wooyoung's jaw clenched for a moment, then relaxed, his voice husky. “stop being patient.” san's breath left him in a soft, dangerous sound. half growl, half laugh. "careful what you ask for,” he said. and then he was leaning in. closer, finally close enough to breathe wooyoung in, to let the scent of aftershave and skin flood him. his nose brushed wooyoung's cheek as he whispered, “i've wanted to ruin you since the day you walked into my office with that pretty mouth and that 'i don’t give a fuck’ look in your eyes.” wooyoung exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the arms of his chair like he didn’t know where else to hold. he could feel san's warmth, the heat rolling off him like a wave temptation in human form. "and what stopped you?” he asked, breath shaky.

san let his lips ghost over wooyoung's jaw, not quite kissing, just enough to tease. “you. with your damn control. always so calm. so collected. made me wonder how long it’d take to crack you open.” wooyoung's hands finally moved. one grabbing san's tie, the other gripping the edge of his jacket. the sudden pull caught san off guard, yanking him closer until there was no space left between them. his mouth hovered over wooyoung's, just a breath away. "you talk too much,” wooyoung said, voice thick with tension. "and you’re impossible,” san muttered, closing the distance. but not kissing him. not yet. he lingered, his lips brushing but not claiming, letting the anticipation coil tighter, hotter. wooyoung let out a sound. frustrated, needy. san's hand came up to cup the side of wooyoung's face, thumb brushing his cheekbone. his possessiveness bled through in the way he held him. not rough, but unyielding. certain. like his. “you're mine,” he whispered, the words seething between them. wooyoung's eyes fluttered shut at the weight of it. “then take me.” and without thinking twice, san kissed him. finally. and it was everything it had promised to be. months of tension poured into one molten crash of lips, all heat and hunger and desperate restraint. san kissed him like he was claiming territory, like he wanted to make wooyoung feel who he belonged to with every press of his mouth. wooyoung responded just as fiercely, tugging san closer, hands tangled in his jacket, kissing back like a man starved. the chair scraped back a little as san climbed into his lap, straddling him right there at his desk. their lips never broke contact. san's hands slipped under wooyoung's shirt, fingertips grazing over hard lines of muscle, eliciting a sharp breath and a quiet curse. the office around them faded into irrelevance. there was only the heat between them. the burn. the ache. the long, drawn out fall they’d both tried to ignore.

wooyoung's back hit the desk with a soft thud, papers fluttering beneath him, but neither of them cared. san hovered over him, eyes dark, wild with months of restraint finally shattered. his tie hung loose around his neck, his shirt rumpled from wooyoung's fists pulling him closer like he couldn’t stand the distance anymore. wooyoung's lips were swollen, red, glistening from the kiss that had left them both breathless. san's mouth curled into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. it was too full of want, of obsession. “i waited this long because i wanted every second of it to matter.” his hands were already working at wooyoung's shirt, unbuttoning with slow and deliberate movements like he was unwrapping something sacred. when the fabric parted, san let out a sound low in his throat. part reverence, part hunger. wooyoung's breath hitched as san leaned down, kissing his sternum, his lips warm and open against his skin. he followed a slow, torturous path down his torso. lips, tongue, teeth, leaving goosebumps in his wake. wooyoung's hand threaded through his hair, fingers curling tight when san bit lightly at his hip, grinning when wooyoung gasped. "you're cruel,” wooyoung muttered, half-laugh, half-moan. san looked up at him through his lashes. “i told you, youngie. i've been patient.” he undid wooyoung's belt with a practiced ease, his fingers slow but precise. when he finally slid the fabric away, his palms brushed over wooyoung's thighs, warm and commanding, sending sparks through his skin.

theee was no rush in san's touch. only intent. he wanted to memorize everything. and then, with one smooth movement, wooyoung was exposed to him, body arching at the cool air hitting hot skin, nerves frayed and desperate. san's gaze dragged over him as he was soaking in every inch like he was reading something private. wooyoung swallowed hard, hand reaching for him. “san—” “shh,” he soothed, leaning in, brushing his mouth against wooyoung"s inner thigh. “let me.” he didn’t waste another second. his mouth found wooyoung with slow, devastating precision. hot, wet, perfect. wooyoung let out a strangled noise, hips twitching, but san pinned him down with strong hands, keeping him in place, owning every reaction. he worked him over with the kind of skill that only came from knowing exactly what would drive someone mad. alternating between soft sucks and firm pressure, teasing and rewarding, never fully giving in. wooyoung's hand gripped the edge of the desk like he might fall through it. “f-fuck, san—” "say my name again,” san demanded, voice rough and possessive against him. “sannie ..,” wooyoung groaned, helpless. “god—please.” san pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, his lips slick. “you begging already?” wooyoung shot him a glare but it was ruined by the way he whimpered when san's hand wrapped around him, stroking slow and hard. “i hate you.” “you love me,” san said simply before swallowing him again like a man starved. the room filled with the sounds of slick heat and breathless curses, wooyoung's voice breaking every time san moaned around him. he was unraveling. composure shattered, control slipping fast. and san? he was loving every second of it. cuz this. this was what he wanted all along. to make wooyoung fall apart. just for him.

wooyoung was close. san could feel it in the way his thighs tensed beneath his palms, in the frantic rise and fall of his chest, in the desperate way his fingers clawed at the edge of the desk like he needed something to ground him. but san gave him nothing to hold onto. nothing but the relentless heat of his mouth, the drag of his tongue, the slick pressure of his hand working in a fast pace until wooyoung was panting out murmured curses that barely sounded like words. “s-san—” wooyoung gasped, voice hoarse. “i'm—shit— i can’t—” san didn’t let up. if anything, he tightened his grip, pulled him deeper, drew out every last ounce of control wooyoung had left. cuz he wanted to see it. to feel it when wooyoung let go, completely. and he did. with a broken cry, back arched clean off the desk, his whole body trembling as the release tore through him. san held him down through it, swallowing every wave, every twitch until wooyoung collapsed against the desk like he’d been gutted. breathless. boneless. utterly wrecked. san finally pulled back, licking his lips like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop, then leaned over wooyoung,# heaving chest, brushing sweat-damp hair away from his flushed forehead. wooyoung's eyes were shut, mouth parted, breathing ragged.

"you okay?” san whispered, voice low, all the cockiness stripped from it now. just raw affection beneath. wooyoung nodded slowly, lashes fluttering open. he blinked up at san like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. “that was… fuck.” san smiled, soft and a little crooked. “yeah?” “i can’t feel my legs.” san let out a warm laugh and kissed his cheek, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. “good.” wooyoung swatted his shoulder weakly. “you're such an asshole.” “you like it,” san murmured and then, quieter, “you're mine, now.” wooyoung's hand slid up to cup san's face. “i always was.” that stopped san in his tracks. for a second, all the sharp edges he used to keep himself distant. the teasing, the bravado, the control. they just… fell away. he leaned into wooyoung's touch, eyes fluttering shut. “come home with me,” he whispered. wooyoung didn’t even hesitate. “yeah. okay.” san helped him sit up, kissed his shoulder, helped smooth his shirt back down even though they both looked completely fucked out. for once, the office felt warm and not like living in antartica. like the tension that always buzzed between them had shifted into something softer. something real. as they gathered their things, san glanced over with a smirk. “by the way,” he said, “you’re never working late alone again.” wooyoung raised a brow. “possessive much?” san stepped close, lips brushing his ear. “you have no idea.”

[morguevita]

NIGHT SERADE - C.SAN

synopsis. being able to meet with your childhood best friend after years of being apart melts your heart. and san definitely changed but he looked even more beautiful then before.

pairing. san x female!reader | tags. yea no idea it's just slice of life ig? | genre. fluff | wc. tbc | masterlist | @starlit-network @illusionnet @newworldnet @k-labels

authors note. LONG TIME NAUR SEE..!! i took a big ass hiatus since i had no motivation but i manage to finish a piece of writing so i hope you enjoy this :)

winter wrapped its icy fingers around the city, frosting windows and softening the world with a blanket of white. it was the kind of evening you’d always dreamed about—silent streets, snow gently falling from the heavens and the warm glow of streetlights casting halos on the ground. you tugged your coat tighter around you, your breath puffing out in tiny clouds as you waited in front of a tiny bookshop. san was late. again. you didn’t mind, not really. san always had a way of making every moment with him feel worth the wait. still, as you stamped your feet to fight off the cold, you were starting to question whether you should just head inside. “over here!” you turned toward the sound of the yell and there he was—san, bundled up in a thick scarf and coat, his cheeks pink from the cold. he was jogging toward you, a sheepish grin on his face. “i know, i know,” he said as he reached you, slightly out of breath. “i'm late. but I come bearing gifts.” he held up a small, steaming thermos. “hot chocolate. peace offering?” you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “you're lucky i like hot chocolate. and you.” san's grin widened, his dimples showing. god, his dimples has that way that always made your heart feel too big for your chest. “well, you’re lucky i like you enough to brave this cold,” he teased, offering you the thermos.

the two of you walked together through the quiet streets, sipping the hot chocolate and sharing stories about your week. san had a way of making even the smallest things feel exciting. he told you about a dance routine he was working on, complete with exaggerated reenactments that had you laughing so hard you spilled a little of the hot chocolate on your gloves. “okay, okay, i'll stop,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “but you have to admit, i'm pretty good at making you laugh." “maybe,” you replied, feigning nonchalance. “but only because you’re ridiculous.” he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you’d wounded him. “ridiculous? me? i'll have you know, i'm nothing short of charming.” you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

eventually, you reached the park, its snow-covered paths glistening in the moonlight. the world felt impossibly still, as if it belonged only to the two of you in that moment. san stopped walking and turned to face you, a serious expression softening his usually playful features. “hey,” he said quietly, his voice a warm contrast to the cold air. “can I show you something?" you nodded, curious. san dropped his bag to the ground and pulled out a small speaker. he fiddled with it for a moment before music began to play—a soft, instrumental melody that seemed to blend perfectly with the snowy landscape. then, he held out his hand to you. “may I have this dance?” you blinked at him, taken aback. “here? in the snow?” “why not?” his dimples returned, bright and cute. “the world feels like a fairytale right now and you’re the main character. it'd be a shame not to make the most of it.” your cheeks warmed, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or his words. hesitantly, you placed your hand in his and he pulled you close.

the two of you swayed together in the snow, his arms wrapped around you as the music played on. neither of you spoke, but it didn’t matter. the silence was comfortable, filled with unspoken words and the steady rhythm of your hearts. when the song ended, san didn’t let go. instead, he rested his forehead against yours, his dark eyes searching yours. “you know,” he said softly, his voice almost lost in the wind, “i think i'm going to remember this night forever.” you smiled, your breath mingling with his in the frosty air. “me too.” for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. just you, san and the snow falling around you—a perfect snapshot of happiness. and in that moment, you knew that wherever life took you as long as san was there, it would always feel like home.

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[morguevita]

SEX BUDDIES͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏. ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏J.YUNHO

synopsis. ever since yunho gave you an idea of being sex buddies, you couldn't really say no to him. considering the fact that he's been your longtime crush for ages, he surely wouldn't notice. right?

au. student!yunho x student!female!reader | tags. unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), make out session, sexual content, semi-public sex, dirty talk, praising, mentions of y/n, nicknames (princess, baby etc) | rating. mature | wc. 680+

authors note. i want to go back to the time where i first watched the 'wake up' performance for the first time because WHAT THE FUCK?? who expected them to do this shit? definitely not me!!

networks. @newworldnet

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"so is that a yes?" yunho questions. yunho just asked you to become his 'sex buddy' while you're here blankly staring at him, wondering what he just said. "hello? earth to y/n?" he says as he waves his hand infront of your eyes. "huh? what? yeah! sorry my bad." you say, getting yourself out of your daydreaming. "is that a yes to become my sex buddy?" yunho once again questions. "um, yeah sure. let's just take it slow though alright?" you say. its your first time actually having sex, but you just wouldn't get the courage to actually tell him. you thought that if you told him, he would distance himself from you. hopefully this wouldn't happen, right?

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out of all the places, you had to be in a bathroom stall. making out with yunho. how? you guys were happily shopping, looking in a shopping store for new outfits when all of a sudden, yunho just decides to whisper in your ear, "im feeling really horny princess. let's stop the shopping for a bit, deal?" he says, smirking. your face instantly turns red. "yunho! not in public!" you whisper-yelled, hitting his shoulder. "no one's gotta know about it. we'll be quick." yunho whispers. you sigh, accepting defeat and following him to one of the closest bathrooms.

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"mmm. you're fucking delicious, like sweet, ripe peaches. you're so wet and im going to lap up every.single.fucking drop." yunho's hands pushed into her hair without her even telling him too. you wanted his on mouth on yours, but you wanted to get to taste him too. oh boy, his tongue pressed against your pink, wet pussy in just the right way. "oh yunnie, yes." your legs wobbled a little as he pushed you higher and higher. then they outright shook. another minute of having him lick and suck and her knees were going to give out under you. they'd end up as a pile on the floor. you gripped yunho's hair tight and tried to hang on. you might have too if if he hadn't made that damn sexy low growling sound. hearing yunho actually enjoy going down on you was more than you could handle. you threw your head back on the door of the stall and groaned through your orgasm, your legs giving out and your body went into overload. luckily, you didn't end up on the floor as yunho catcher you swiftly, holding onto you. "don't worry, i got you."

the unrelenting stretch drove the oxygen from your lungs, and your body involuntarily bucked and twisted as you struggle to accommodate him. "please.." you weren't sure whether you were either begging him to stop or make you come. both. neither. it didn't matter. all you knew was you craved something only he could give and you desperately hoped yunho could figure it out on his own because you could barely do something, not even remember your name because of how thick his dick was. yunho gripped your thighs to hold you in place while he withdrew. slowly, until just the tip of his cock was inside you. then he thrusts back in. deeper. faster. harder. any remaining coherence shattered as he fucked you against the door with so much force it rattled your bones.

everything blurred. your nails dug into his shoulders as squeals and whimpers poured out of you, mingling with yunho's grunts and the definitely not child friendly clapping. your entire body was on sensory overload. no matter how much you took, it wasn't enough. more. you need more. yunho's teeth grazed against your neck. "still think im boring?" his taunt whispered into your ear with a particularly savage thrust. white-hot sensation ripped through you. tears leaking from your eyes, and you bucked like an unbroken filly, wild animal. his groans fill the stall as his hot white cum fills you up. "yeah, take all that cum baby. you better keep it in you, got it?" he says, chuckling softly before removing himself from under you. "alright, hurry up. we need to continue shopping. we'll continue this later, alright?"

[yeosrewind]

Me rn cuz holy shit this was so good

[morguevita]

omg thank you 🥹🥹

[morguevita]

SEX BUDDIES͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏. ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏J.YUNHO

synopsis. ever since yunho gave you an idea of being sex buddies, you couldn't really say no to him. considering the fact that he's been your longtime crush for ages, he surely wouldn't notice. right?

au. student!yunho x student!female!reader | tags. unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), make out session, sexual content, semi-public sex, dirty talk, praising, mentions of y/n, nicknames (princess, baby etc) | rating. mature | wc. 680+

authors note. i want to go back to the time where i first watched the 'wake up' performance for the first time because WHAT THE FUCK?? who expected them to do this shit? definitely not me!!

networks. @newworldnet

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"so is that a yes?" yunho questions. yunho just asked you to become his 'sex buddy' while you're here blankly staring at him, wondering what he just said. "hello? earth to y/n?" he says as he waves his hand infront of your eyes. "huh? what? yeah! sorry my bad." you say, getting yourself out of your daydreaming. "is that a yes to become my sex buddy?" yunho once again questions. "um, yeah sure. let's just take it slow though alright?" you say. its your first time actually having sex, but you just wouldn't get the courage to actually tell him. you thought that if you told him, he would distance himself from you. hopefully this wouldn't happen, right?

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out of all the places, you had to be in a bathroom stall. making out with yunho. how? you guys were happily shopping, looking in a shopping store for new outfits when all of a sudden, yunho just decides to whisper in your ear, "im feeling really horny princess. let's stop the shopping for a bit, deal?" he says, smirking. your face instantly turns red. "yunho! not in public!" you whisper-yelled, hitting his shoulder. "no one's gotta know about it. we'll be quick." yunho whispers. you sigh, accepting defeat and following him to one of the closest bathrooms.

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"mmm. you're fucking delicious, like sweet, ripe peaches. you're so wet and im going to lap up every.single.fucking drop." yunho's hands pushed into her hair without her even telling him too. you wanted his on mouth on yours, but you wanted to get to taste him too. oh boy, his tongue pressed against your pink, wet pussy in just the right way. "oh yunnie, yes." your legs wobbled a little as he pushed you higher and higher. then they outright shook. another minute of having him lick and suck and her knees were going to give out under you. they'd end up as a pile on the floor. you gripped yunho's hair tight and tried to hang on. you might have too if if he hadn't made that damn sexy low growling sound. hearing yunho actually enjoy going down on you was more than you could handle. you threw your head back on the door of the stall and groaned through your orgasm, your legs giving out and your body went into overload. luckily, you didn't end up on the floor as yunho catcher you swiftly, holding onto you. "don't worry, i got you."

the unrelenting stretch drove the oxygen from your lungs, and your body involuntarily bucked and twisted as you struggle to accommodate him. "please.." you weren't sure whether you were either begging him to stop or make you come. both. neither. it didn't matter. all you knew was you craved something only he could give and you desperately hoped yunho could figure it out on his own because you could barely do something, not even remember your name because of how thick his dick was. yunho gripped your thighs to hold you in place while he withdrew. slowly, until just the tip of his cock was inside you. then he thrusts back in. deeper. faster. harder. any remaining coherence shattered as he fucked you against the door with so much force it rattled your bones.

everything blurred. your nails dug into his shoulders as squeals and whimpers poured out of you, mingling with yunho's grunts and the definitely not child friendly clapping. your entire body was on sensory overload. no matter how much you took, it wasn't enough. more. you need more. yunho's teeth grazed against your neck. "still think im boring?" his taunt whispered into your ear with a particularly savage thrust. white-hot sensation ripped through you. tears leaking from your eyes, and you bucked like an unbroken filly, wild animal. his groans fill the stall as his hot white cum fills you up. "yeah, take all that cum baby. you better keep it in you, got it?" he says, chuckling softly before removing himself from under you. "alright, hurry up. we need to continue shopping. we'll continue this later, alright?"