I've written this waaay back when we didn't even know if San also had a matching tattoo. It's been forgotten in my drafts since then but reading over it, I thought it was too cute of a small drabble to go to waste, so I'm letting it see the light of day. Hope you enjoy!
Permanent
Genre: Drabble, Romance, Fluff
Pairing: San x Wooyoung
Word Count: 235
"Sannie..." Wooyoung called, voice low as if afraid to disturb the intimate silence hanging in between them. It's been at least one hour since San had snuggled up to him on the living room couch, his head resting comfortably on the curve where Wooyoung's hip met his thigh.
All the while, Wooyoung indulged San with fingers threading through soft dark purple hair in lazy, affectionate strokes. "Are you still with me?" he asked while chuckling.
A catlike purr and a nod were San's only responses as he let his finger trace the stylized letters recently tattooed just above Wooyoung's knee. He was mesmerized by the way the black ink contrasted beautifully with the plush, golden skin.
"You made it permanent..." San whispered, all his fingers extending so his warm hand could roam freely and gently squeeze Wooyoung's supple inner thigh. "Me, us... You turned us into forever."
San moved his head down Wooyoung's leg to press a reverent kiss to the tattoo, his full lips mouthing the words that spoke to him like a sacred mantra.
Filled with nothing but adoration for the boy pouring his all through such simple gestures, Wooyoung smiled, basking in San's captivating obliviousness to the weight of his actions.
Because more than only on his skin, those three little words might as well be carved into his heart, inked on his soul. Everlasting, immutable.
Is there a part 2 for "They do it with mirrors"? I would Love to read a well-written story about Wooyoung joining in, as I'm sure many others would as well.
I sure hope there will be hehehe Cannot promise it will come soon but I really want to write it. I think we all deserve this steamy threesome to happen ☺
You are one of the best writers I have ever had the pleasure of reading [your work]. I hope you continue to post for a long time; and honestly, if you're not already, you should be published professionally and be getting paid...lots!!
Oh wow! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work and for leaving such a nice comment. It really made my heart full of joy! I've been taking a long break from writing (and tumblr for that matter) for a lot of different reasons but sure hope to come back to it once I feel ready. Thank you once again for the kind words 🥰
AHHH THEY DO IT WITH MIRRORS WAS SOOOO GOOD 🥵🥵🥵🥵 if you’re willing to...a part two with wooyoung would be so so so so amazing 🥵🥵🥵 your writing is so great and detailed...wowowowow!!!
Thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time to read and leave a comment 🥰 It made me really happy and I'm really glad you enjoyed it so much! A part 2 might be in the works, afterall, what could be hotter than a woosan 3some 😌😋 I'm committed to make it happen haha! Thank you once again and hope you are having a great day~
Pairing: Choi San x Fem!reader, surprise appearance by Jung Wooyoung
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: Mirror sex, fingering, unprotected sex, slight anal play
Synopsis: Whenever you visit San at the company building you both end up going at it in a variety of innapropriate places. Today is no different. Bent at the waist, face pressed against the practice room mirror, you watch your warm breath fogging up the reflecting surface as San brings you apart piece by piece.
Here’s the thing. You rarely visit San at the company building, but the few times you do, more often than not, it ends with you both getting frisky somewhere inappropriate.
Like that one time he sat you on the long table in one of the meeting rooms and fucked you silly. You had your legs wrapped around his waist, two of his fingers in your mouth keeping your tongue busy and your moans restricted to quiet whimpers.
Or when you had him silently begging you to let him come, fingers tangled in your hair while you took your sweet time sucking him off in the gym room.
Likewise, today you find yourself bent down, face and chest up against the practice room mirror as you watch your hot, ragged breaths fog the reflecting surface. Your skirt is bunched up around your waist and your soaked panties are down, twisted and forgotten around your ankles. San is glued to your back while his skillful fingers play with your clit in tight circular motions, deliberately building up your pleasure.
He's been teasing you for what feels like hours, even though it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. At this point you are soaked, deliciously aching, you can feel the rush of blood in your veins. You are just so needy it is like you are about to burn up from inside out.
It stopped surprising you long ago how effortlessly San can get you wet for him. Maybe it's the heated look in his eyes, blown-out pupils holding the promise of driving you wild, or the way his soft lips mold into yours, coaxing your tongue to follow his lead. Most of all, his husky voice, heavy with want and dripping desire as he spills sugar-coated obscenities in your ear.
"Good things come to those who wait," San teases before he licks the sweat off the side of your neck. "Lucky for you, I'm not feeling very patient today, either."
Thank God! If being honest, you don't know for how much longer you can take this sweet torture. When San grabs onto your hair, pulling your face up so you can stare at your own reflection, you need to use your hands to brace yourself against the mirror in order to find any sort of balance.
"Look at yourself, baby. So desperate and eager," his voice was viciously teasing. "I want you to see what you look like when I'm working you up, making you feel so good," he says.
With no further warning his fingers trace away from your clit, his middle finger gently finding its way into you from behind. It causes your eyes to close shut and a restrained moan to form on your lips. At the same time, you feel a harsh tug to your scalp followed by a hissed demand by your ear.
"I told you to watch." San’s voice was stoic, grave, in a manner you rarely heard from him. It was not a request. There is no way you can stop the shudder running down your body, dissipating in a pleasant, expectant warmth all the way to the tip of your fingers and toes.
So you watch with half-lidded eyes the blush on your cheeks and the redness of your parted lips. The burning need you have for him stamped on your face as San fingers you at a slow and steady pace, his darkened eyes transfixed by your image and the smallest changes he can see on your features as he does his best to make you come apart. He doesn’t have to try too hard to get you to succumb to him, really.
San’s ring finger joins the first one, his strokes precise as his thumb circles your other entrance in a light caress. You gasp, surprised, your legs turning weak at the silent promise of something more. He pushes in a little, not even enough to breach the tight muscle, chuckling at your frustrated whine.
"We can play like that some other time, beautiful." San breathes out, full lips brushing against your sweaty temple in a messy kiss. There is a sudden emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing when he pulls back and brings his fingers up to wrap his lips around them. Count on him to make a spectacle of licking them clean as if lapping at the sweetest of nectars while humming in delight.
He licks into your mouth, your neck twisted at an awkward angle guided by his hand still wrapped in your hair, but all that matters is tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss is feverish, frantic. If not for you being on the brink of insanity, you’d be perfectly content to just stay like this.
Kissing San is on the top of your “favorite things to do” list. He kisses with hunger and intent, his kisses talk of devotion and adoration. They make you lightheaded, euphoric. You are pretty sure you will never have any need for drugs because San is enough to keep you addicted.
"You're delicious," he says. The sudden weight in San's voice doesn't go unnoticed and your body's reaction is immediate, tightening the coil in your lower stomach, electricity running like pinpricks under your skin.
There is warmth where San is rutting against your asscheek, a thin trail of precum the evidence of his arousal. You feel the loosening pull on your scalp, your head falling forward as San’s hand runs down your neck, in between your shoulders, fingers trailing your spine until he can grip at your hips.
He uses his other hand to guide himself, running the tip of his cock along your slit, spreading your wetness and making goosebumps rise on your skin in anticipation. He is probing, provoking, but still not giving you what you desperately want from him.
"Tell me how bad you want it," he growls lowly. You can tell by his labored breathing just how worked up he also is.
A slight smirk graces your lips at the thought you are the one causing his sweet demise.
"I want it all. I want everything you have to give me." With your eyes focused on his through the mirror, you lick your lips in a clear invitation, your voice not faltering a bit. “Ruin me, San.”
Giving San the power to do whatever he wants to you made you feel powerful too. Yes, you were under him, at his mercy and will, but you gave him that, you allowed it. He can be the one calling the shots right now, but inevitably you are the one that’s got him wrapped around your fingers. The rush of adrenaline at the thought goes straight into your core, making you pulse, waiting for his next move.
The groan that leaves San’s throat while he slowly but steadily enters you is enough proof of the effect you have on him.
San doesn’t give you much time to adjust. Once completely sheathed inside he pulls almost all the way back, thrusting in again at a lazy, appreciative pace. He knows very well how much you enjoy the feeling of his cock dragging against your clenching walls. He knows how to build you up just to bring you crashing down in the most exhilarating way. There is not a doubt you will crash and burn for him, over and over, if it means he never stops making you feel like this.
It doesn’t take long for him to pick up his rhythm, making it hard for you to contain a breathy moan when you stare at the mirror, getting lost in his reflection once again. There are beads of sweat gathering on his hairline, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The tip of his tongue is peeking between his parted lips, giving him a boyish yet sinful appearance.
He catches your gaze and brings a hand up to run it through his hair, pushing back the sweaty locks while winking at you playfully. You are about to roll your eyes at his silly - but effective - teasing, but instead, you roll them in pleasure when there is a shift in angle as San leans in to lick and leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck. The faint scrape of his teeth on your skin makes you arch your back. When he bites down on your heated flesh, you cry out in a shameless whine.
“I'm so close baby,” San’s breath is warm and damp when his husky voice reaches your ear. “Cum with me.”
His left hand is on your hips, nails digging half-crescent marks where they grip, guiding and pushing you back on his cock. With his right arm wrapped around your waist, his hand comes down between your legs to play with your clit as his thrusts become increasingly more eager.
Everything is hot,sweaty and sticky, San’s broad frame pushing your upper-body flat against the mirror. You can feel the pull in your stomach getting tighter, tighter, until it finally breaks and you are coming with a high pitched moan that sounds too loud when it echoes on the walls of the empty room. San’s fingers still move in slow circles on your, by now, extra sensitive clit, waiting for you to ride out the intense waves of pleasure and the only lingering feeling to be pure bliss.
Not a second later, you feel his body tense up and the sudden emptiness leaves you breathless when San pulls out, stroking his cock in quick movements until he’s also coming, staining the back of your thighs in a decadent painting he can’t stop staring at.
The weight of San’s forehead touching between your shoulder blades is comforting and welcomed while he rests for a few seconds until his breathing is back to a more steady pace. Silently, he strips out of his damp t-shirt, using the soft fabric to diligently help you clean up.
“I have a spare one in my bag,” he smiles sheepishly, dimples and all, quickly intervening when you’re about to complain and stop his actions.
Defeated by the beautiful upturn of his lips, you let him dote on you for a couple of minutes before pulling your underwear up, adjusting your clothes and turning in his arms to fully lodge yourself into his embrace. You kiss him again, tongue licking into his mouth unhurriedly, simply enjoying the proximity of your bodies, one hand tangled in his dark locks and the other running softly over his bare chest. San is handsome like this, disheveled and pliant under your touch.
There’s a knock on the door and before you can pull away from each other, a mop of dark hair peeks in, a pair of lively brown eyes taking in the room before finally landing on you and San.
Caught out of guard, but definitely amused by the situation, Wooyoung stares at both of you for a minute, a knowing smile on his face when he finally speaks. “Will you two ever stop fucking on company’s premises?”
Staring right back at his best friend, San doesn’t miss one beat. “No,” he says matter of factly, laying a soft kiss to the top of your head. His hands are warm where they rest idly on your waist, holding you close.
You let out a muffled laugh at your boyfriend’s bluntness from where you’re hiding your face in the crook of his neck. In all honesty, the fact that Wooyoung has been aware of your escapades all along is incredibly hot.
Against your best judgment, you lean back a little and throw a quick glance at San that has him nodding as a sly smirk takes over his lips. You are glad he was quick in getting the hint and ready to play along.
“Why, Wooyoung? Interested in joining next time?” you say, turning around to face him and sending a small, sultry wink his way as San takes the opportunity to kiss the side of your neck, eyes never leaving Wooyoung.
Wooyung worries at his bottom lip, a small crease appearing in the space between his eyebrows as if pondering about the offer for a while. By now, he’s leaning against the door frame and you spare a moment to take in his form: arms crossed in front of his chest, muscles bulging just the right way under his t-shirt, a slim waist, black skinny jeans doing nothing at all to hide the curve of his hips or the thickness of his thighs. Wooyoung was enticing in completely different ways from San and there’s no denying the attraction and heavy sexual tension permeating the air around the three of you right now.
The change in Wooyoung’s features is clear, and San notices the mischievous glint in his eyes and daunting tongue wetting his lips at the same time you do. The rush of excitement and anticipation in your veins is almost instant, making you unconsciously grind back against San, earning yourself a low moan in your ear and fingers in a tighter grip over your hips.
Wooyoung smiles, cocky, he knows the effect he has on others and knows perfectly well how to use it to his advantage. When he speaks, it is full of confidence, with no room for second thoughts or any doubts.
Hope you enjoyed your steamy, sexy reading ;D Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read it. This one was a wip for so long I’m glad I finally got the motivation to finish it. As usual, any comments or feedback is greatly appreciated, or if you just want to talk and ramble about other things don’t feel shy. My ask is always open!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. If someone sends in an ask with a specific title from the list then you respond with a description or a snippet from the fic!
I actually wasn’t tagged in this but I wanted to do it really badly so I’m going to. Live your best life kids
Ateez
11:11
Liminal
If These Walls Could Talk
So We Beat On
The Strings of Fate
Glances
Pokemon au
Masquerade/royal au
80s au
Stray Kids
Chronology
The Thing That Persists
On a Hill by the Sea
Mirror World
The Year 3000
Fae au
Supernatural au for each member
Zombie au
ot8 fantasy au
Hanahaki au
NCT
Cabin in the Woods
All My Stars
Try Again
Slice of life au for each member
Pride and Prejudice au
Cyberpunk/dystopian future au
I tag: @yungidreamer @jenojam @lovely-kpop-writer @twancingyunhoe @atiny-ahgase @sangie-baby and anyone else who wants to do this (seriously do it if you want its fun!!) No pressure for those i tagged to do this!
Not bad, not too good either lol but I'm keeping it up! Nothing much going on around here, just work and boring life stuff 😥 Thanks for asking though! I hope you have an awesome day! ☺
HONGJOONG: the different coloured leaves. half of face hidden underneath a knited scarf. combat boots. making an autumn playlist for the cozy vibes.
SEONGHWA: spoiling the trick-or-treaters with halloween candies. lighting up a scented candles. baking pies and cookies. sitting by the fireplace with a warm drink.
YUNHO: getting excited for christmas even though it’s barely halloween. giant wool sweaters. enjoying the last moments of the warm weathers and the hot sun.
YEOSANG: watching the leaves falling down from trees. the crisp air. biking around the neighbourhood. watching the rain race on the window.
SAN: exploring the beautiful woods (aha). jumping in rain puddles. smoke of woodfire. cold mornings giving an excuse to stay in bed for longer.
MINGI: diving into a pile of leaves. carving scary faces into pumpkins. admiring the fall foliage,. laughing into the cool air.
WOOYOUNG: the crisp sound of dried leaves under our feet. being extra with halloween costume. gathering friends around a bonfire while telling horror stories.
JONGHO: waking up to foggy mornings. a warm cup of spiced latte to start off the day. fuzzy socks. running on trails.
Getting shipped with JR was unexpected but adorable nonetheless 🥰 I don't know much about him, but if you say we'd go well together I trust you! Hehe the leader qualities get to me, and he seems to be super caring and nurturing towards his members so I guess it should be as such in his relationships too. All I want is someone to cook nice food and be a homebody with. You know me too well 😆😊🥰
JR is the most precious bean and exactly!!! soft, caring energy plus homebody-ness is JR to a T! 😁
ahh I'm glad you're happy with it! also, so sorry this is late—I didn't want to answer any asks not feeling like a human 😂
on that note, how are YOU doing?? I hope life's treating you alright, Nanda! you only deserve the best things 🥺
Life is not always the best, but also not unkind. I'm just trying to take it one day at a time (also listening to One Day at a Time a lot lol). Hope everything is going well on your side too~ 💜
I was gonna send it as an ask but guess I just wrote too much, so I'm better off dedicating a whole post to the amazing @atinykidult!
I'm about to gush about her new work, The Wind in His Ears, and if you love San as much as I do, you guys should totally check it out because she is an incredible writer and did San so much justice with her words! It's a little heartbreaking at first but it ends in a very cute and sweet note. You don't want to miss it!
Now, let's head on to some Sanflower rambles:
LIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZ!!! OMG! First things first, let me keysmash: AKGOYDISTGISYOCUVSIVDIDHDHF AAAAHHHHHH!!!! Ok. I got it out of my system.
We can head into what matters: how dare you say this is one of your worst fics when it's so beautifully written and made my heart ache, and then fill with warmth and happiness all over again?!?
I got disbandment!au, travel!au AND coffeeshop!au all at once? Oh boy, am I spoiled or what?
Let me tell you: I first read it this morning on the subway on my way to work. It was somehow so overwhelming that, no joke here, I had tears gather in my eyes. It just felt amazing (and magical) to me that we haven't spoken for awhile but the way you described San's feelings, even if in complete different circumstances, hit very close to home. All the wind motif and methaphors, it's a lot like I've been feeling lately, and you put it into words so perfectly.
It was very in tune to what I believe San's personality and way of expressing himself would be like off camera, in real life. You know how much I love San, anr I am very much in love with your portray of San in this piece.
I couldn't stop thinking about it the whole day and took a break from work in the afternoon to read it again! And then I just read it once more, laying down in bed before writing this huge, emotional, non sense post 🙃
I have no words, seriously. At this point I'm just here, being a mess with my words. You put so much thought into it, and the little details (omg the einspanner kiiiilled me, so sweet of you to remember that ㅠㅠ♡), and the hardships of old people and their cracking joints, oh my, the struggle (lol j/k 😂)!
This was really well written and I loved every last second I spent reading it. I'm gonna keep it very dearly in my heart and feel very honored and special that it was dedicated to me! Thank you! Luv you! 💜 Wish I can write something just as pretty to you someday 🥰😊
[angst w/fluff] [2221 words] — A prompt taken overboard, wherein San loses his heart but finds it again. Disbandment!au, be warned. No tws except for loneliness (and reference of sex, I guess)
[prompt] — Travel!au, strangers to lovers, “That was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”
[dedication] — If you like soft or sexy stuff please check out @sanflowerseeds‘s works! They’re phenomenal (and written by an also phenomenal person!) I’m so sorry this took so long! I love you, Nanda, and hope you’re doing well!
[a/n] — This may be my worst fic ever, bc it has gone through so many directional changes. But it’s been a WIP so long, I just wanted it posted haha If you have time, please leave me some notes on what went wrong/right! Thank you for reading!
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When Choi San hits his mid-thirties and feels his joints crackle a few decibels too loudly, he knows his body won’t take much more. So when their second round of contract negotiations roll around, his decision has already been made for him.
But when Hongjoong delivers the official group stance, his heart still cracks.
.
And when they have their final performance, San’s the last one to cry.
Because his tears will last the longest.
.
The crack in his heart spreads into a veritable canyon in his world.
A scattering wind blows through that empty cavern, pulling Hongjoong to mentoring a new rookie group and Jongho to OST deals. But San gets to stand with Yeosang at his wedding; he grabs coffee with Wooyoung every other week, usually…
So San pretends he’s fine for six months.
After all… Mingi sends memes to the group chat all the time—
And Seonghwa makes sure to Facetime regularly—
San wanders the streets of Seoul, hands stuffed in his pockets, the loud wind in his ears for his only company. At home, whenever he stands up stiffly, there’s only him to laugh at his cracking joints. Well… he laughs at himself, to begin with. Then he doesn’t laugh.
One day, he’s wandering the streets again when he sees it. An ad for a travel agency.
Omg! This was the cutest, most heart-warming thing ever!!! Thank you so much for writing something so beautiful for me @atinykidult 😭🥰 If you guys like your angst with a happy fluffly ending, this is perfect! Just go ahead and read it!
And then everytime he starts a Vlive I'm reminded of what I wouldn't give to lay on the floor next to him, his playlist playing in the background, just talking about music and aspirations and dreams. It would be all filled with laughter and giggling, bright eyes and furtive glances, soft voices humming to soft melodies and a small hint of playful but longing touches...
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