the room was filled with loud squelching sounds and a mixture of yours and san's moans as he bullied his cock into your slick walls. you weren't even sure how you had gotten to this point. what was just a normal movie night with sugar-filled snacks and soda turned into a very heated scene that closely resembled the one that was playing, forgotten on the screen of the tv.
"f-fuck, baby, you feel so damn good," san whined as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his own sounds while yours echoed in his ears. your freshly manicured nails dug into the already red skin of his shoulders, adding to the previously existing marks. you tried to respond to your dark-haired boyfriend, but all coherent thoughts fled from your mind the moment you felt him brush over your sweet spot.
"sannie!" you nearly screamed, back arching off the bed and allowing him to plunge even deeper into your wet walls. tears blurred your vision and pleas of being close fell from your slack lips, but san didn't stop, nor slow down.
"i'm sorry, love, you— nghh! fuck, your pussy is just too good." san breathed onto your skin, lips sucking deep purple and red marks along your neck and shoulder as he continued to fuck his aching cock into your walls, groaning when you tightened around him.
your high was racing up to you, threatening to knock you over the edge at any given moment. the tears that had been sitting in the corner of your eyes broke free as you clung to your feline-eyed boyfriend. when the smooth head of his cock kissed your cervix, you came without warning, body spazzing under san's as incoherent warbles fell from your saliva-slick lips. san gasped out, followed by a pitched whine when your walls tightened around him like a vice, begging him to never leave.
"holy shit," san whined, pulling his face from your neck to take in your fucked out expression, and that was enough to nearly send him over, but he still needed a little more.
moving a shaky hand from his shoulder to his neck, you pulled him down into a sloppy, spit-filled kiss. san's hands tightened on your hips, sure to leave bruises the next morning, but neither of you cared at the given moment. his lips trailed from yours down to your jaw before finding your collarbone, nipping softly at the skin and causing your back to arch again.
"s-san—" your words caught in your throat when he suddenly bit down on your collarbone, almost breaking the skin. a mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through you, and your walls clamped around san's cock, finally tipping him over the edge.
"fuckkk…" san whined as he buried his face in your neck, teeth sinking into your skin once more as he fucked his cum back into your twitching walls.
summary: san, a cocky boxer with a notorious temper, meets his match in his resilient physiotherapist who refuses to quit despite his antics. he does a good job keeping you at a distance, but during a playful bout, unintentional feelings surface and cause things to get a little physical.
pairing: boxer!choi san x physiotherapist f!reader
genre: boxing!au, pwp, tension, smut
words: 4.2k words
warnings: explicit & messy & unprotected sex, mean!san, cocky dom!san, big cock!san, sub!reader, size kink, pinning/restraining, teasing, clothed grinding, biting, praise, marking, fingering, clit play, orgasm control, edging, handjob, penetrative sex, choking, tears, creampie, almost public sex (?) and voyeurism themes — they’re in a public room with the door unlocked, interruptions.
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“you’re not allowed to quit.”
the words came sharp and sudden, slicing through the air with the same precision san delivered in the ring. you froze mid-stretch, hands stilling over his sore leg. slowly, you turned to meet his gaze, confused by the uncharacteristic weight in his tone.
“…okay,” you replied cautiously, trying to gauge his mood.
san’s brow furrowed deeper, and the irritation etched across his face didn’t waver. “coach kim told me you were planning to leave,” he pressed, voice edged with something almost accusatory.
you blinked, letting his words settle. with how insistent and demanding san was, it wouldn’t have surprised you if that rumor had sprouted legs and started running. after all, you weren’t the first physiotherapist to step into this circus — and judging by the quick turnover before you, most had found the door far more inviting than the job.
but you stayed.
why? it wasn’t some deep-seated need to prove yourself or a traumatic past molding you into a masochist. no, it was simpler than that: the paycheck was solid, and once you learned to see past san’s gruff exterior and insufferable tendencies, he was just… tolerable. like dealing with an overgrown five-year-old throwing tantrums in the body of a professional fighter.
“well, coach is wrong,” you said, shrugging as you resumed your careful movements on his leg. your voice was calm, steady, not betraying the flicker of amusement rising in you at his sudden concern.
but san wasn’t convinced. his dark eyes narrowed as if searching your face for a crack, a lie, a tell.
“he said you’re thinking about it,” he countered, his scowl deepening. “you can’t leave. i need you.”
it wasn’t romantic — far from it. his words came out firm, almost commanding, the way you’d expect from someone used to giving orders. someone used to winning.
still, something about this moment felt different. the commanding façade faltered ever so slightly, and there was a flicker of something raw in his voice. vulnerability, maybe? you weren’t sure. but it was there, buried under the frustration, and you couldn’t ignore it.
what was his deal? what was it about the idea of you leaving that got under his skin?
you paused again, letting your hands rest gently on his leg as you glanced up. his expression hadn’t softened, but you could see the edges weren’t as sharp. your lips twitched, a small smile creeping in despite yourself.
“are you sure coach kim wasn’t just teasing you?” you asked, your tone light as you tried to ease the tension. “you know, considering your, er, personality? because honestly, i haven’t thought about leaving.” even though it’s the saner option, you thought, but didn’t say it out loud.
san huffed, leaning back against the mat, his lips pressed into a thin line. he looked at you for a long moment, his jaw clenching before he finally spoke. “are you calling me a problem?” his voice was low, sharp, and cold enough to send a chill down your spine.
your breath hitched as his piercing gaze locked onto you, unrelenting and unreadable. his tone alone made your stomach twist, but it was the way his leg pulled away from your hands that had you stiffening. the dismissal in his actions was clear — he didn’t want you there.
“i…” you faltered, feeling the weight of his words press against you. “of course not, san. you’re not the problem.”
your voice was soft, careful, an attempt to diffuse the tension. but his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched, signaling that your words did little to soothe his frustration.
“then leave,” he snapped, turning his head to the side, arms crossing over his chest like a fortress. “i don’t need you.”
his dismissal stung more than you’d like to admit, but you swallowed the lump forming in your throat. “i’m not going anywhere,” you replied, your tone hushed but steady, a small smile twitching on your lips. “i enjoy working with you too much.”
he scoffed, his lips curling into a mean sneer. “don’t bother lying, princess, you’re terrible at it.”
his words were biting, but the way he leaned slightly closer didn’t go unnoticed. he was testing you, waiting for you to crack under the weight of his intimidation.
“i’m not lying, i wasn’t lying.” you whispered, shaking your head. “just teasing…”
“well, stop it,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave. the air around you grew heavier as he glared at you. “it’s annoying. i don’t like it.”
“i know,” you murmured, your voice almost playful as you reached out, lightly brushing your fingers against his arm. “but that’s exactly why i do it. you’re kind of… cute when you’re like this.”
his eye twitched at your words, and the next thing you knew, he moved. with one swift motion, he shoved you back against the couch, his body towering over yours. his knee pressed into the cushion beside your hip, locking you in place, while his other hand braced against the armrest, boxing you in completely.
the weight of his presence stole the air from your lungs as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. the glint in his eyes was sharp, teasing yet dangerous, and his lips curled into a sneer that sent a shiver down your spine.
“cute?” he repeated, his tone mocking as he pinned your wrists above your head. his grip was firm but not enough to hurt, though the dominance in his posture had your heart pounding.
you stared up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, your cheeks heating under his intense scrutiny. “san…” you started, but your voice faltered.
he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours. “do you think you’re immune to being kicked to the curb just because you’ve been here the longest?” he murmured, his voice low and laced with warning.
your lips parted, a soft laugh escaping despite the way your body trembled under his. every part of you that he touched sent sparks flying through your veins, down your spine and between your legs. “you’d never. i’m your favorite,” you whispered, trying to mask your flustered state with a teasing edge, your words holding truth.
his expression hardened, but he didn’t pull away. instead, his grip on your wrists tightened slightly, his eyes boring into yours. “you wish,” he scoffed, though the slight hitch in his breath betrayed him. that and the subtle twitch of his cock in his shorts that you definitely felt from how you froze.
you weren’t sure whether to feel thrilled or terrified, but one thing was certain: you were treading dangerous waters, and san didn’t look like he was about to let you off easy.
“...this is a very risky, er, position,” you choked out softly, voice slightly strained. your gaze flickered between his narrowed brown eyes, to the door of the break room that you both were in, it’s door unlocked. your thighs rubbed together almost unknowingly and you resisted the urge to squirm. you were trapped.
“mhm.” san hummed dismissively, his gaze not leaving you. every twitch in your expression was noticed by him, especially the growing warmth on your cheeks and ears, that made him smirk. “and?”
“and coach could walk in...” you cleared your throat, mind fogging and something in the pit of your stomach clenching. you couldn’t imagine the look on the old man’s face if he walked in and saw you under the star fighter you were supposed to be healing. “it would be embarrassing.”
san chuckled, and your gaze snapped to his. it was mocking and you shivered — from fear or arousal, you didn’t know. “why? we aren’t doing anything... yet.”
“yet?” your heartbeat was wild, throbbing in your ears. you were sure san could hear it. if he was being so mean, he definitely could and was taking advantage of how meek you were. he knew you could never say no to him, not that you wanted to. “what do you — mmpf!”
the next thing you knew, you felt a tongue slipping past your lips, swirling inside your mouth. your breath was stolen from you, and with his free hand, san grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them to the couch, using his body to keep you in place.
it was a sloppy and dominating kiss. he explored and claimed every part of your mouth without pulling away. his body pressed against yours, and the kiss slowly grew more heated. his hand wandered down your sides, squeezing them softly for a moment before he pulled away from your lips, breaths mingled.
san studied your expression, eyes still narrowed in a cold glare. he smirked at how out of breath and dazed you looked, and pushed his knee between your thighs to part your legs. you were practically shaking and san didn’t even do anything yet.
“stupid.” he mutters out, tone rough and husky. leaning down to your neck, san began sucking on the sweet spot under your jaw that made you squeak.
his body pressed against you, almost uncomfortably, and you were practically trapped underneath him. your wrists were still pinned down, and you were hyperaware of every ridge and pane of his body on top of your curves. his broad chest, beefy arms, strong thighs and hard cock were suffocating you, and there was nothing you could do about it.
“you’re so stupid and cute, i could eat you right now.” he rasped, lifting his head to look down at you. his face was inches from your own. san looked obsessed.
you shivered at the unusual glint in his piercing glare, his smirk almost evil and you flushed. “eat me?”
“every last bit.” his voice was rough. a stark contrast to his actions. his hands would rub up and down your sides gently, his face still close.
a low and sensual growl spilled from between his lips as he kissed you again, lips rougher. he brought one of his hands up to thread into the hair at the base of your neck, tilting your head so he could have more access to your lips. his arm wrapped around your waist, tugging your body as close to him as possible.
everything was fine — as fine as san eating your face off could be — until you felt something long and hard press right against your clothed clit. “ngh... san!”
he merely chuckled against your lips, sharp teeth tugging your bottom lip, and then smoothing the sting with his warm tongue. “what?”
“i’m...” you started, but were unable to continue, gasping when you felt his hips grind against yours once more. small sparks shot from your clit to your spine, and you arched softly, voice a pitch higher. your pussy clenched around nothing. “...sensitive.”
“i know.” san groaned in your neck, and you felt his thick fingers of his free hand undo the drawstrings on your uniform scrubs. he silenced any of your gasps with another kiss, slipping his fingers into the front of your pants to push past your panties. you barely had time to register his next actions, until you felt the rough pads of his calloused fingers run over your quivering clit and folds.
your wrists were still held down with one of his hands as you moaned shakily, eyes squeezing shut. you felt san’s long fingers smear your slick all over the folds of your cunt, cursing lowly under his breath.
“fuck, you’re so wet.” he exhaled, his fingers circling your swollen clit and making you twitch. the feel of you writhing under him, feeling you squirm and hearing you moan, it only made san want more. he leaned down, his lips on your neck, nipping and sucking as he slipped a digit into your pulsing pussy, feeling your tight walls clench around him. “fuck.”
san gritted his teeth and, his body trembled with restraint.
“san... ah...” you squirmed softly as you felt his fingers pump and prod your spongy walls, gushing wetness the longer he stretched out your cunt. your eyes were glazed, and your arousal was dripping down his knuckles the longer he curled and scissored you open on the couch. “we... we shouldn’t be doing this.”
the sounds of your pretty voice, the feeling of your hips moving against his hand, the soft moans and gasps — san was losing himself in you. he added another finger, feeling the heat of your cunt around his digits, wanting to hear those sweet sounds of yours. “oh?”
“t-the door... it’s unlocked.” it was a miracle you could still think from how deliciously he played your cunt, but your ears were still hyperaware of the faint yells and sounds of sparring from the main gym. you throbbed around his fingers, almost in fear of being caught.
san grunted, reaching as deep as he could with the tips of his fingers before slowly pulling the digits out, and glancing down to see the way his skin glistened with your juices. “doesn’t matter.”
“but...” “but nothing.” san scoffed and sat back on his knees, undoing his shorts and pushing the cloth down along with his boxers so his hard cock sprung out. the veiny length was twitching and leaking precum from the angry red tip, and your flushed gaze was drawn to the sight while you rubbed your sore wrists. he used your slick smeared on his fingers to pump his hard cock, taking in the sight of you panting and sprawled half-naked on the break room sofa, thighs parted and folds glistening. “the only one coming in this room is you.”
your gaze met his smirking one and you tried to scowl softly, propping yourself up on your elbows shakily. “very funny.”
“i’m not done with you, princess.” san crawled back over you, pushing his face in your neck to nip at that spot that made you squirm, shifting between your legs.
you were so tired of him toying with you that you reached out to grasp his cock with your hands, experimentally stroking the hard length. your fingers couldn’t even wrap fully around the girth of his thick shaft, but that didn’t stop you. san let out a choked groan, his teeth gripping the flesh of your neck as you flicked your wrist at an agonizingly slow pace.
it was your first time fisting a cock and your hands were almost shaking. yet you loved the feeling of the large man practically turning into jelly above you from a few strokes. it only motivated you to try and squeeze tighter, pumping up and down, as your flustered gaze met his weak one. san was still trying to keep up his facade, but not for long.
san couldn’t hold back any longer. “that’s enough!” he hissed weakly, smacking your hand away and pulling you to lie back down on the couch, while he positioned the bulbous head of his thick cock at your entrance. “no more playing around.”
san was looking down at you, his eyes dark and focused, his body trembling with restraint that was held by a thread. he was so tightly wound and needed to cum now, before he actually lost it.
“o-okay...” your clit throbbed as he rubbed his cock against your wet folds a few times. your eyes were almost hazy from pleasure, and you pawed at the leather of the couch for stability. suddenly san couldn’t hold back any longer.
he grabbed one of your legs, to rest it over his shoulder, and pushed it up before he leaned over you, his body hovering above yours as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck. san’s hand gripped one of the small throw pillows for a moment, moving it underneath your hips, and then he slowly started to push his cock forward into your entrance.
as he sunk his thick shaft into your cunt inch by inch, the feeling of you clenching around him, the feeling of your breath catching in your throat, the way your body shook at the slow bottoming out — san’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head.
he grunted through his gritted teeth, his hand leaving the pillow by your hip to reach up and grasp your wrist, to hold it down again. san looked down at your face, his hips rocking slowly at first to get a feel of stretching out your small stretchy cunt, as his words came in short bursts. “god… ah… just like that…”
“san...” your voice was a soft breathless whimper, the sight of him above you making you quiver and clench more. all your dazed eyes could see was a beefy and sweaty san on top of you, jaw clenched and grunting, and you nearly came on the spot. “y-you... you... i hate you.”
he sight of you below him, so docile, flushed and soft, made his chest swell with something, his lips pulling into a slow mocking grin. “yeah?”
san was so desperate, so fucking hard at the thought of claiming you all night, to mark you and keep you under him. you had no idea how much he needed you. how could you, when he’d never said a word?
your cunt was so tight and warm. like nothing he’d ever had, or imagined in his long showers after training, eyes closed and fisting his cock for a quick release while he wished it was your cunt milking him instead. now, having you under him for real felt like a fever dream, and san’s hips had a mind of their own from the way his thrusts started to pick up pace.
“yeah.” your breath hitched softly, already forgetting your previous train of thought from the way san’s hips angled. the tip of his cock continued to repeatedly bully the spongy sensitive spot in you, making you see stars. “you’re so mean to me... all the time... a-and... and...”
you trailed off, eyes squeezing shut softly as you nearly found yourself cumming all over his cock. san was close too, and he just needed a few more thrusts before —
knock, knock.
fuck.
both you and san froze, and for a moment you felt your soul leave your body. whoever it was, could just twist the knob of the unlocked door and see you sprawled under san, with your leg over his shoulder, and his cock buried ten inches deep in your cervix.
“san, sparring practice in ten minutes!” coach kim called out cheerily from behind the door, unaware.
“we’ll be out soon.” san’s voice rumbled, and your wide-eyed gaze snapped to him, clenching almost in fear. san felt the twitch of your walls and glanced down at you, something almost evil lighting up in his eyes. “doc is still busy working on my bad leg, aren’t you doc?”
the color drained from your face when you felt san’s hips resume their thrusts, and you almost fearfully tried to push him away. shaking your head, you tried to stop him and whisper-yell, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to say a word without moaning shakily, so you stayed silent. something neither san, nor coach would let you do.
“is everything okay in there, doc?” coach kim asked, as you squirmed under san, his large palm holding your hip in place under him, and your ankle in place over his shoulder. his thrusts were still quick, aimed to make you and himself cum as soon as possible, whether coach walked in or not.
“answer him.” san’s lips brushed against your ear as he whispered hotly, smug. “you don’t want him to — fuck — come in, would you?”
it was hard to gather the courage to speak without screaming, especially when you opened your mouth, and the asshole above you took that as the exact moment to decide to rub your clit, coughing softly to disguise your noises. “i, uh, — ngh — we’ll be coming! in sometime... just... go on, coach... no need to — stop that! — wait up!”
you blurted between whimpers, trying to swat san’s wandering hands away as he pinched and rubbed all sensitive spots on your body, even dipping down to bite at your clothed nipples. you were still on edge as coach could walk in anytime, but that didn’t bother san. if fact, his hips pistoned into your cervix at a mind-numbing pace, all thoughts blown from your mind.
“you heard the man,” san grunted in your ear. his smooth skin was drenched in sweat, slight red marks left on his shoulders from your nails, and his brows were furrowed in concentration. “we have five minutes to finish.”
you let out a strangled noise when you felt the sudden onslaught of stimulation, his large palms grasping your hips as he fucked you hard. guiding your hips to match his, san made sure his hips were angled to fuck right up into your womb, smirking to himself when he noticed the slight outline of his cock bulging from your stomach. “t-there’s no way... that we can f-finish... in 5 minutes...”
“you wanna bet?” san rasped, forcing his mouth on yours, kissing you deep and slow, his own grunts and sighs barely muffled by his lips. san could feel you tightening around him, hear the breathy, soft pants coming from your lips.
how could he hold himself back when you responded so eagerly?
san pulled his lips away to look down at you, his hand leaving your leg to grasp at your throat, his calloused thumb resting on your jaw, and his grip firm. you looked so good under him like this.
“that’s it, princess,” san groaned, his hips pushing forward, his voice uneven from all the pleasure. he didn’t think he’d last the next 30 seconds, let alone 5 minutes.
but he wouldn’t cum before you. that would almost be insulting, making sure to use his free hand to fondle your swollen clit, bringing you to finish as soon as him.
“san!” you cried out, already feeling your release building. you tried to bite at your knuckles to keep yourself quiet and muffle all the whimpers and gasps that could reach outside the room. your nails dug into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.
both of you were so close, san’s hips moving more erratically, and your body losing control. your voice was choked and a pitch higher, every noise you made streaming into soft sobs, tears blurring your eyes. you felt too good. “san... i’m gonna...”
san could feel your body trembling, your breathing getting shallower, and when you spoke, it only made him feel closer. he panted, his breath coming out in hot, uneven puffs, his nose rubbing against yours, his hand on your throat tightening.
“go on… squeeze that cunt of yours tight… i’m almost done.”
you didn’t need to be told twice, and when you squeezed so beautifully for him, san lost himself.
he came with a strangled groan, his movements stuttering, his hand squeezing on your throat for a moment. his eyes squeezed shut as white hot pleasure coursed through his veins, his mind blanking out and ears ringing. for a few moments, he thought he saw the pearly white gates of heaven, as he unsteadily pumped ropes after ropes of his hot cum into your pussy.
you could feel your insides being painted white while san grunted curses under his breath, the hot seed almost burning your walls. he made sure to thrust a few more times so his cum filled your insides snugly, fucking it deeper.
your overstimulated whimpers were what bought san back to reality, the ringing in his ears fading as he looked down at you, disheveled and naked waist down, his cock still buried deep in your cunt.
he was momentarily distracted by the sight of your puffy folds wrapped around the base of his cock, a creamy ring of cum around his shaft. he felt himself twitch, just barely suppressing the urge to fold you in a mating press and take you again.
“still hate me?” his voice was slightly strained. san couldn’t find it in himself to pull out yet. his gaze flickered down to your disheveled shirt stretched over your chest, and he couldn’t help but grasp your breast and squeeze. he’d play with them next time.
you were too out of breath to reply or swat his hand away, exhaling shakily as you slowly got down from your high. “i’m still deciding.” you needed a moment, or ten, to get your thoughts in order. “and you didn’t finish in 5 minutes, you took 8.”
“whatever.” san chuckled, nipping your cheek playfully.
he slowly pulled out, his muscles tired. but he wasn’t fast enough. because the next thing you knew, there was a soft click, and the two of you didn’t even have time to freeze, before the break room door swung open.
“san, you little shit, you’re late for — what the fuck!?”
author note: my first smut fic, yay! if this sounds familiar to you, it’s because this plot is heavily inspired by the love of my life, joo jaekyung from the bl manhwa jinx (he’s the best guy around)! please do interact and tell me what you think! also, i made the banner myself so pls show some love if you think it looks nice :3
Author's note: My original bias from ATEEZ deserves some attention too, so here we are. I just had to write a jealous San—because let’s be real, we all know he can be so fucking jealous, pls. And yes… there’s a lot of “mine” in this fic, but what can I do? This man is possessive af, so yeap, you’re getting all the roughness, all the filthy worship, and all the claiming. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed letting San completely lose his mind. I do welcome feedback or any thoughts! Enjoy~ Bye-um~
Description: San’s jealousy ignites the night, turning a quiet evening into a storm of raw desire. Every lingering touch, every heated glance pushes him closer to claiming you completely. From possessive kisses to relentless, filthy thrusts, he dominates with a mix of worship and control, leaving marks and leaving you gasping. Tonight isn’t just about passion—it’s about surrendering entirely to the man who’s always been yours, and who refuses to let anyone else touch what’s his.
Warnings: Smut (18+), rough sex, teasing, dominant San, possessive and slightly toxic behavior, multiple “mine” moments, submissive moments, receiving oral, blowjob, nipple play, marking, unprotected penetrative sex (please wrap it up IRL!), dirty talk, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, intense jealousy, possessive claiming, sexual tension, filthy intimacy
Read Before Proceeding: This content is for mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual material and detailed depictions of sexual acts. Reader discretion is strongly advised. MDNI — Minors Do Not Interact. As always, take care of yourselves, read responsibly, and know exactly what you’re walking into before you do.
Masterlist for my page: Lies Lost In Silence
You’d known San for as long as you could remember—well, almost. You were twelve the first time you met him, a nervous kid new to the neighborhood, clinging to the safety of your parents’ shadows. They’d met his family first, of course, eager to make connections, and it wasn’t long before they introduced you to their son with the biggest smile and the kindest eyes.
From the very beginning, San had been easy to love. Not in the way you admitted to anyone, not in the way you even admitted to yourself at first, but in the way that his laugh carved its place in your chest and stayed there. The two of you had grown inseparable—through awkward teenage years, homework sessions that turned into gossip marathons, and the shared understanding that no matter where life pulled you, you’d always circle back to each other.
Somewhere along the way, your feelings shifted. That flutter in your chest every time he slung an arm around you in high school? The way your gaze lingered too long on the curve of his mouth when he smiled? It stopped being just friendship. By the time you hit your twenties, that quiet crush had transformed into something heavier, something deeper, something that you couldn’t quite ignore anymore: you were in love with Choi San.
And yet, life had taken you both down such different roads. He was living the life of an idol—performances, stages, constant pressure under flashing lights. You, on the other hand, had carved out your own world as a fashion writer, your words stitched into magazines and websites. Despite the distance and the chaos, neither of you ever let go of the other. He never let his fame taint your friendship, and you never let your own insecurities about being ordinary keep you from staying by his side.
But time didn’t stop. You were twenty-six now—closer to thirty than twenty—and somewhere deep in your chest, you felt that weight pressing harder. How long were you going to keep hiding your heart? How long could you pretend the laughter you shared didn’t ache with something more?
So, one snowy afternoon not long after New Year’s, you gathered every ounce of courage left inside you and told him. You confessed.
You remembered the way his lashes fluttered when your words hit him, the way his lips parted like he hadn’t expected it. Snow clung to the tips of his hair as he stared at you, silent for too long. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft—gentle, almost apologetic.
“I… I’ve never seen you that way,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt that way about you.”
Each syllable sliced clean through you. His words weren’t cruel, but they hurt more than any cruelty ever could.
You tried to breathe around the weight crushing your ribs, nodding even though your vision blurred.
“I understand,” you whispered, though your throat threatened to close around the words. You forced a weak smile and stood to leave, but his hand shot out to grab your wrist.
“Wait,” he said, panic flashing in his eyes.
You wriggled free, heart splintering as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “We’re still friends, San. I just… need some time. You understand, right?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded, his hand falling uselessly to his side. He understood. He didn’t want to lose you, but he respected what you asked for.
And so you walked away, letting the cold bite into your skin as your tears finally fell where he couldn’t see them.
It took six weeks to piece yourself back together. Six weeks of avoiding the familiar corners of your shared routines, six weeks of replying to his check-in texts only when you had the strength to mask the tremor in your voice. Six weeks of pressing the cracks in your chest together until you could look him in the eye without shattering.
But when you finally did see him again, the damage hadn’t vanished. The cracks remained. And it hit you, clear as ever: he would always be the one for you. No matter what he said, no matter how you smiled in daylight and cried in shadows, no one else would ever fill the space in your heart carved specifically for Choi San.
Seven months passed since that day. Seven months of returning to your normal rhythm, laughing with him like nothing had changed. But sometimes—just sometimes—you caught his gaze lingering too long. His eyes crinkled too warmly at your jokes, his attention clung too tightly to your laughter. You told yourself you were imagining things. After all, how could he suddenly feel differently after rejecting you so firmly?
And yet… the doubt refused to leave.
Nights at San’s dorm had become a routine. It wasn’t unusual for you to sprawl on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you, while Mingi tossed popcorn into his mouth and filled the room with booming laughter. With Seonghwa away in Milan for a fashion shoot, the apartment felt more relaxed, less cramped with schedules and reminders.
You’d grown closer to Mingi over the past year, bonding over your shared love of binge-watching anime and tearing through entire seasons of shows in a single night. His company was easy, comfortable. And in a way, it had been the distraction you needed after San’s rejection—the warmth of another friend to lean into when your heart still ached in secret.
But you noticed it. Every time Mingi pressed his shoulder against yours, every time his deep laugh coaxed your own, you saw the way San’s expression shifted. You told yourself you were imagining the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes darkened whenever Mingi leaned too close. Deep down, though, a darker, pettier part of you reveled in it. If San was truly unaffected by you, if he had never once considered you as anything more than his childhood friend—why did he look ready to burn holes into Mingi’s skin?
Tonight was no different. You and Mingi were mid-argument about an upcoming season of your favorite series, your voices animated as you tried to out-talk each other. Mingi’s grin widened as he leaned closer, shoulder brushing yours.
From the kitchen, San’s gaze cut sharp. His cup was halfway to his lips, the rim hiding his mouth but not the way his eyes tracked the two of you. The sound of your laugh scraped against his nerves, and his grip on the glass tightened until his knuckles paled.
“Mingi!” His voice cracked across the room suddenly, louder than necessary. Both you and Mingi jumped, turning toward him.
“What?” Mingi blinked, confused.
San lowered his cup deliberately, eyes hard. “Don’t you have to head to the studio? Didn’t Hongjoong-hyung schedule you for a late-night session?”
The words weren’t casual—they were pointed, heavy, and sharp enough to cut through the easy atmosphere in the room. You arched a brow at San, catching the hard edge in his tone.
Mingi glanced at his phone, swore under his breath, and scrambled to his feet. “Shit—yeah, you’re right. I gotta run.”
You rose too, gathering the snack bowls and cups from the coffee table. Mingi hugged you quickly, warm and familiar, before waving at San on his way out the door.
And then, silence. Just you and San.
You could feel his eyes on you the moment the door shut, burning into your back as you rinsed the bowls in the sink. You tried to ignore it, but the weight of his stare clung to your skin until you finally turned.
“What was that?” His voice was low, edged.
You frowned, brows furrowing. “What was what?”
“That.” He gestured toward the door, toward the space where Mingi had just been. “You flirting with my member.”
A scoff escaped before you could stop it. “I was not flirting with Mingi, San.”
He stepped closer, leaning against the island, his gaze narrowing. “Yeah? Because laughing at everything he says and hugging him isn’t flirting?” His tone was sharp, accusing.
You turned back to the sink, irritation prickling your skin. “No, San. That’s what friends do. In case you’ve forgotten what that looks like.”
The silence behind you stretched taut. And then his voice came again—deeper, harsher.
“Well stop being friends with him. You’re my friend.”
The words hit you like a slap. Slowly, you shook your head, the laugh that bubbled up cold and humorless. But before you could answer, you felt it—the heat of his body suddenly right behind yours, the press of his presence caging you against the counter.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, the words rough, possessive, crawling over your skin like fire.
Your breath caught. You spun around, shoving lightly at his chest to create space, glaring up at him with anger burning through the confusion. He actually stepped back, startled by the heat in your eyes.
Your voice rose, shaking with fury. “Don’t you dare pull that with me. You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did.”
His mouth opened, but you cut him off, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You rejected me, San. Do you remember that? Do you remember standing there in the snow and telling me you didn’t feel the same way? I begged my heart to stop beating for you that night, and now you think you can just claim me?”
“I was wrong,” he said quickly, desperately.
“Not good enough.”
“I—” His voice cracked, his hand raking through his hair as though he was tearing himself apart. “I didn’t understand what I was feeling. I was scared. I thought I’d lose you forever if I admitted anything. I told myself it wasn’t love—until you pulled away. And then it hurt so fucking much I couldn’t breathe without you. And when I saw you with Mingi—” His jaw clenched, voice dropping into a growl. “—I wanted to destroy him. Destroy everything. I want to be the only one who makes you laugh. The only one who touches you. You have no idea what you do to me. How badly I want to ruin you for anyone else. How much I want you under me, wrecked, until the only name you can remember is mine.”
The words slammed into you, leaving you raw and trembling. But still, you crossed your arms, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “And what happens when you wake up tomorrow and decide you don’t feel that way again? What happens when I give you everything, and you change your mind?”
His eyes burned, glassy with desperation. “That won’t happen. Not now, not ever. I’ll spend every day proving it, if that’s what it takes. Just—please, don’t let me be too late.”
You wanted to stay cold, to keep pushing, but your chest betrayed you, squeezing tight as your lips trembled. Your voice came out softer than you wanted. “Oh, Sannie… I was always yours.”
His eyes shut tight like he was savoring the words, his whole body trembling with the weight of them. When he opened them again, the darkness in his gaze made your knees weaken. Raw, unrestrained desire burned through his irises, consuming you in its heat.
And then he was on you.
No—he didn’t kiss you. He claimed you. His mouth crashed onto yours, desperate and wild, every ounce of regret, anger, and need poured into the press of his lips against yours. It wasn’t soft, wasn’t tentative. It was a possession, a demand, a vow all at once.
The kiss turned frantic, years of restraint crumbling in seconds. San’s mouth moved against yours like he had been starved, each clash of lips more desperate than the last. His hands, trembling at first, found your waist, fingers digging in as though afraid you might vanish if he didn’t hold you tight enough.
When you tugged at his hair and bit his lip, he growled into your mouth, the sound guttural, feral. The gentleness of a moment ago burned away, leaving only raw need.
You tore your mouth away, panting, lips swollen. “What about Mingi?” you whispered, cruel because you could be, because he deserved to suffer after all these years. “He touches me too, you know. Makes me laugh. Were you too late, San?”
The growl that ripped from his chest sent a shiver down your spine. His hand shot up to your throat—not choking, just pressing, holding, staking claim. “Don’t,” he warned, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t say his name while I’m this close to ruining you.”
Your smirk only made him snap further. He spun you, pressing your back against his chest so you could feel every inch of him—hard, straining, proof of just how much you unraveled him. His lips devoured your neck, teeth scraping, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that screamed possession. You gasped, hands clutching the counter’s edge, body arching into him even as your words taunted.
Then he spun you again, this time to face him fully, catching your lips in another intense kiss. His tongue fought with yours for dominance, each movement demanding, claiming, leaving no room for hesitation. Heat pooled low in your belly as he pressed against you, every inch of him focused on taking what had always been his.
His hands slid lower, palms kneading your hips, then your ass—gripping so tight it made you gasp. With a guttural growl that rattled through his chest, he hauled you up against him as if you weighed nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and the hard, unyielding press of his arousal ground into you with every step he took. His mouth stayed latched to your throat, nipping and sucking, marking you in deep, burning trails as he carried you.
The door to his room slammed shut with a sharp kick of his heel. He dropped you onto the mattress, watching you with a hunger so raw it set your skin ablaze. His chest rose and fell harshly, eyes devouring you like he was one breath away from losing every shred of control. He leaned down, bracing one knee between your thighs, pinning you in place.
“I need to hear you say it,” he muttered, voice rough, trembling with need. His lips ghosted over your jaw, hot and urgent. “Tell me you want this. That you need me like I need you.”
Breathless, trembling beneath his weight, you managed a nod. “Yes, Sannie… I need you.”
That was all it took. His hands were on you instantly, stripping you down with agonizing slowness until only your panties clung to your skin. His fingers dragged over every inch of bare flesh, as though committing your body to memory, as though it already belonged to him. His mouth followed, returning to your chest—his thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples, flicking, circling, before his lips closed around one, biting lightly, sucking until you cried out. He worshipped and claimed you with lips, teeth, and tongue, covering every inch of your chest in bruising possession until your back arched helplessly into him.
By the time he slid down your body, your skin was on fire. His breath ghosted over your still-covered slit, his eyes locked on yours as if daring you to look away. The first drag of his tongue over the damp fabric made your thighs twitch, a sharp gasp spilling from your lips. He licked again, harder this time, letting the fabric soak before mouthing against it, teasing your clit through the thin barrier until you were writhing.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet even like this,” he groaned, fingers pressing into your folds through the cloth, rubbing slow, deliberate circles before tugging the fabric aside. His tongue was on you the second he had access—flat, wet strokes dragging from your entrance to your clit, then sharp, merciless flicks that had your hips bucking uncontrollably.
“San… please…” you gasped, voice breaking, your body already teetering at the edge.
His mouth and fingers worked in filthy tandem—two fingers curling inside you, stroking deep, relentless, while his tongue lashed and sucked at your clit with ruthless precision. The coil inside you snapped fast and violent; you came with a cry, your whole body jerking as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you shaking beneath him.
But he didn’t stop. Not even for a second. His fingers curled deeper, pumping, teasing, while his tongue dragged circles over your oversensitive clit, swallowing your cries like they fueled him. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your body convulsed, pleasure surging too sharp, too raw—yet you couldn’t pull away. His hand pressed firmly against your hip, holding you down, forcing you to take every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.
“Too much?” he rasped against your soaked skin, but the smug curve of his lips said he already knew your answer didn’t matter. You sobbed his name, hips trembling as a second orgasm slammed into you, harder, crueler, leaving you shaking violently, your thighs clamping around his head.
When he finally pulled back, lips glistening, chest heaving, he licked his fingers clean and stared down at you with eyes dark and wild.
“Mine,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Every fucking inch of you is mine.”
Your body was still trembling from the second orgasm when San crawled up over you, his lips shiny and wet, jaw tight with hunger. He kissed you hard—tongue forcing its way past your lips, making you taste yourself on him. The kiss was all teeth and desperation, his need bleeding into every movement.
“You think I can just stop after tasting you like that?” he growled against your mouth, voice rough, ragged. His hips pressed down, the rigid line of his cock straining against his sweats. He rocked once, slow but deliberate, making you feel how hard he was for you. “No one else gets me like this. No one else makes me lose control like you do.”
His hand slid up, fingers wrapping firmly around your throat. Not choking, just holding you there—owning you, making sure your eyes stayed locked on his. “Say it,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you whispered, breath stuttering against his lips.
That was all it took.
San shoved his sweats down, hooked your panties aside, and sank into you in one slow, devastating thrust. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, the stretch making your whole body arch. He hissed, forehead pressed to yours, shaking with restraint.
“Fuck—so tight for me,” he groaned, lips brushing yours with a reverence that contrasted the harsh grip on your throat. “Always so good. No one else could ever take me like this. No one else could ever be this perfect for me.”
At first, he moved slow—hips rolling deep, savoring every sound you made, his thumb stroking over your jaw as though trying to soothe you, even while he consumed you. But then you clenched around him, moaning his name so broken, so sweet, and something inside him snapped.
With a guttural sound, San slammed into you, pace brutal and unrelenting, cock pistoning into you so hard the bedframe rattled. His hand tightened on your throat—not cutting off air, but keeping you pinned beneath him, forcing you to take it all.
“You think I don’t see the way they look at you?” he snarled, every thrust punctuating his words. “But you’re here. With me. Taking me. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours!” you gasped, voice catching as he fucked you harder.
“Say it again,” he growled, his forehead pressing to yours, eyes wild.
“I’m yours—fuck, San, I’m yours!”
“That’s right,” he rasped, his thrusts growing even rougher, driving you into the mattress. “All mine. Always mine. No one else gets to hear you like this. No one else gets to see you come undone.”
His lips trailed down your cheek, over your jaw, until he was sucking another bruise into your skin, marking you over and over. “I’ll worship you every time, baby,” he whispered hot against your ear, his words a shocking mix of filth and devotion. “I’ll make up for all the ways I hurt you before. I’ll ruin you and then I’ll love you harder for it.”
The coil inside you snapped. With his hand firm on your throat, his cock driving deep and merciless into your soaked cunt, you shattered—clawing at his back, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through you. Your cry was raw, broken, torn from your chest, his name spilling from your lips over and over.
San groaned like he’d been branded by the sound, his rhythm faltering as your tight walls squeezed him so hard he almost lost it. “Fuck—fuck, baby, just like that—keep milking me—” His teeth sank into your shoulder, his hips stuttering before he buried himself deep one last time. His entire body shuddered as he came hard, spilling inside you with a guttural moan that vibrated against your skin.
He stayed there, pressed flush against you, panting into your neck, his hand loosening on your throat to cradle your jaw instead. He kissed you then, soft and lingering, so at odds with how he’d just pounded into you. Between gasps, his lips brushed your skin as he murmured, “Mine. Always mine.”
Your fingers tangled in his damp hair, holding him close as you whispered back, voice rough but certain, “Yours, yeah…but don’t forget—you’re mine too.”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, something raw flickering in his, before his lips curved into the faintest, breathless smirk. “Always,” he promised—then crushed his mouth to yours, the kiss heated, desperate, sealing every word between you.
*:･ﾟ✧ After telling your friends about your hot new psychology professor, one friend bets that you would never get him to hook up with you. You intend to prove her wrong.
warnings: mdni!!!! age gap (san 32, reader 21), dom!san, professor!san, student!reader
a/n: tbh one of my first times writing one of these. be gentle.
Chapter One
Happy first day of school. Senior year was bound to be the longest year of your college life, as this was the last year you'd have before entering your adult life. When you can finally pick up your life from school and run away from it all and start your life anew. Of course, that's always been the dream, but best not to think about that right now. This year was only beginning.
Your roommate, Angie, was brushing her teeth lazily in the bathroom while you slicked your hair up into a bun atop your head, hairtie between your teeth as you brushed your scalp into the fists of hair you held back. Angie looked like she was just seconds from falling asleep right in the sink. You kicked her leg and she jolted awake, continuing her lazy brush strokes in her mouth.
You wrapped the hairtie into your hair, locking your bun in place. Just looking at Angie made a laugh bubble out of you. She glanced over at you, her eyebrows furrowed. "What?" she mumbled around the toothbrush moving slowly in her mouth.
"You don't really have to go to class today girl," you say. "You can always email them and say you don't feel good. Just go to your next one."
Angie all but rolled her eyes at you. She spat her toothpaste into the sink and rinsed out her mouth before turning her full body to you, a smidge of blue still staining the side of her mouth. "If I have to wake up this early for this class for the rest of the year, I might as well go to this one to set a good mood for it. I can't guarantee I'll wake up for it ever again after this."
You smiled at her. "I'll wake you up," you suggest.
She shoots daggers at you with her gaze. "That's a threat."
You hold up your palms in defense, spinning behind her to get out of the bathroom. You dig through your freshly folded clothes you'd just washed the day before in the laundry basket at the foot of your bed. Summer was ending, but it wasn't over just yet, meaning it was still a disgusting heat wave outside. Just because it was September didn't mean the weather was all that fall-like yet. You decided on a brown form-fitting tank top paired with a long white skirt.
After changing, you slipped on your Birks and slung your Trader Joe's tote over your shoulder before passing by the bathroom door a foot away from the front door to your dorm, you waved dramatically to Angie, who was splashing cold water on her face in the sink in an attempt to wake herself up.
"Text me when you get to class babe," you said, stepping out of the door. She just groaned in response. "Love you!" you cried before closing the door.
Your first class of the day was at 8 am. You were more of a morning person anyway, so it didn't bother you to have such an early morning class as much as it bothered Angie. Last semester, Angie's first class started at 4 pm and she didn't get out of classes until 9 pm some nights. You'd been a driving factor in convincing her to take some morning classes this semester, telling her how good it would be to get her classes out of the way in the mornings so she could have more time for herself at the end of the day, rather than her entire day only being that she went to school then went home and did it over and over again. You knew she craved more substance in her day-to-day life than what she had been getting.
On your way to your first class, Social Psychology, you blasted Pyramids by Frank Ocean through your over-ear headphones. There weren't many people up and going to classes so early in the morning, so you didn't have many people to walk through to get inside the building. at 7:55, you finally found room 110. It wasn't super packed, but it was still surprisingly difficult to find a seat. There were more people in this class than you were expecting, seeing as most of the other classes you'd taken that started so early tended to have only a handful of kids in it. You finally found a seat, though unfortunately in the first row. You settled your things down and powered down your headphones, setting them on the corner of the table.
The professor was already in the room. He was a broad-shouldered man, but that's all you could really see about him. He was facing the white board at the front of the room, his back to the students lined up in the room behind him. He wore a dark gray suit jacket, paired with a matching shade of slacks, shiny black dress shoes planted on the floor. His short black hair was slicked back, and, as far as you could tell, he was ripped as fuck. His arms were fucking huge.
After dotting the final sentence he wrote on the board, he looked down and checked his flashy silver watch for the time which had read 8 on the dot. When he turned around to face the class before him, your breath caught in your throat. This man was actually gorgeous. His chiseled face looked like it could be a statue. A pair of clear frames sat atop his nose, and through them the sharpest black eyes you'd ever seen swiped across the room at the bodies filling up almost every seat. His white button up was only unbuttoned at the very top, revealing just a sliver of his honey skin, and you indulged your gaze in every bit of it you got. You felt drool pooling in your mouth.
"Welcome," the professor said, "to Social Psychology. I'll be the familiar face you see in here every Monday and Wednesday at 8 am, Professor Choi San. Please call me Professor Choi. I hope you can all wake up for this the entire semester, because what you learn in here prepares you for what the real world is gonna hit you with."
You were listening the best you could. Really, you were. But god was it difficult when he was genuinely stunning. You just couldn't stop looking, devouring every bit of him with your eyes.
And a huge chunk of the class went by like that for you. He didn't keep you for very long, just about a half hour to tell you about the syllabus, what you could expect from this class throughout the semester, and running through what you should be getting in terms of textbooks and school supplies.
"I know I still technically have almost another hour left of class time, but I don't really have much else for you today. We'll be starting our first lecture on Wednesday, so I'll let you breathe until then. You're free to go," Professor Choi said with a dimpled smile. You could've exploded. He waved his hands to shoo us out of the room as he took a seat at the desk in the far corner, his eyes already focusing on the glowing blue screen of his open laptop.
You gathered up your belongings and swung out of your chair, rubbing the red mark your fingers definitely left on your cheek as you sat and drooled over your professor while he was talking. You were one of the last people exiting the room, but before you stepped out of the open door, you peered over your shoulder to chance one last look at Professor Choi before you wouldn't see him for another two days. And when you'd looked away, he stole a glance at you before you left, too.
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That night, the girls gathered in yours and Angie's dorm to talk about first impressions of your professors, classes, the people in those classes, and the like. The girls in question were you, Angie, Brooke, and Mia. You and Angie had been friends since your senior year of high school, and you'd met Brooke and Mia in sophomore year at world's worst frat party. You and Mia had met when she spilled her entire Surfside all over you and you laughed your ass off. Brooke had been one of Mia's friends, and you'd introduced Mia to Angie. Eventually, you grew to be a very tight-knit group of people. However, there was a strange energy between you and Brooke. Sometimes it feels like Brooke genuinely hates you. You don't know what you ever did to her, but there's always been an unspoken tension between the two of you that's made you feel like there's something about you she doesn't like. You try to ignore it.
You all sit in the middle of the floor on a Minecraft crafting table rug Angie had bought over the summer and thought was the greatest thing in the world. Mia picked at it with her nails. You're not fully engrossed in the conversation in the moment, choosing to look down and pluck a piece of the rug fabric beneath you. Angie elbows you. "Tell them about your psychology professor," she suggests, motioning to Mia and Brooke who sat intently.
You laughed at her, thinking about how when you'd both come home from your classes for the day at 4 pm, you gushed about Professor Choi, expressing all of the explicit, pornographic things you wanted him to do to you. You focused your attention now on Mia and Brooke. "So, his name is Professor Choi. His name is San, but he prefers Professor Choi. But he's hot as fuck guys. Like, I'm not even kidding, he looks like he was made out of marble."
"Damn," Mia says, twisting a strand of her long curly hair between her fingers. "Is he the first hot prof you've ever had?"
"I've definitely had some in the past, but this man is just actually gorgeous." You take your fingernail between your teeth. "Like, I would so fuck him."
Brooke's head tilted at you when you said this. "No the fuck you wouldn't," she said, like it was a matter of fact.
You found her eyes. Something was hanging in the air, and you were going to jump up and catch it. "You don't think so?" you challenged.
Brooke shook her head. "I don't think he'd fuck you," she said. "He wouldn't hook up with a student."
"And how do you know?" you said, resting your elbow on your knee, propping your head up on your palm.
"Because Professor Choi is literally known for being fine as hell. People take his class just to have him as a professor, not even because they need to take the class. But he's never fucked a student, and I don't think he would. He wouldn't give his career up for it." Brooke eyed you up and down before adding, "Plus, I just don't think he would fuck you."
You held a scoff inside your throat. You only cocked your head at her and said, "You wanna bet on it?"
She furrowed her brows. "For real?" she asked, to which you nodded in finality.
"I bet I can hook up with San before this school year ends," you say. Angie widens her eyes at you, and Mia claps excitedly.
"And if you don't?" Brooke said, annoyance dripping from her tongue.
"You tell me," you said, crossing your arms over your chest, allowing her the floor.
Brooke never broke your gaze as she searched for what she wanted if she were to win the bet you'd proposed. And then, I guess she found it. "If you lose," she said, "you wear nothing under your graduation gown, and walk the stage fully nude when you accept your diploma."
Angie interrupted, "Okay, this is a little much, are we serious about this?" It sounded like she was getting worried. You couldn't blame her. This was definitely serious.
You extended your hand toward Brooke, holding it between the two of you. "Deal," you said, and you shook on it.
a/n: AHHHHHHHH omg expect so much more from this pls pls pls this was just an intro to everything and the whole story but just waiiiiiiiiiiit
Pirate!Captain!San x Fem!Reader!Royal!Navy!Commander
The plot: Being a commander at the navy, known for being ruthless and merciless towards all the vile pirates except for one. One pirate that had brought you nothing but troubles, yet you couldn't do anything as due to how powerful and how sometimes he was useful to the government, none could touch him. One time after an encounter with him at a tavern, your anger got the best of you and you sneakily got into his ship just to be caught by the foul pirate.
Hatred, that was the first emotion that burned like thousands suns under your skin as soon as your eyes landed on the captain of this notorious pirate ship. They’ve been known to have robbed many merchant ships and had the blood of countless innocent under his sword. Your jaw clenched as you watched from afar inside the inn you were in.
Choi San was amongst those pirates that you despise the most, as a commander in the Royal Navy, you wanted to arrest this man for as long as you could remember but since San had made a deal with the King, he was untouchable.
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His eyes then catch yours, your hatred towards him was known to many even to him as he had escaped your clutches many times, your swords had clashed more than fingers you could count. The only response to which he gave you was a knowing smirk and a wink which infuriated you even more.
That night you didn't know what took hold of you, you didn't know what possessed you to sneak on his ship in the middle of the night. You cursed under your breath now knowing what you were doing, it was a quiet way silence for your liking.
Out of nowhere, you feel a harsh pain on the back of your head as you fall into darkness.
Harsh cold water being thrown onto your face which awakened you as you gasped out, coughing out. Immediately on high alert you glanced around as with fear, the realization that you were being restrained caught up to you and the face devoid of emotions of Choi San greeted you. The tip of his sword lifted your chin, “I know you’re obsessed with me darling, but there are certain limits to not be crossed.”
“I have the right to do whatever I want, foul pirate. Isn't that what you do?”
San was silent before he scoffed, shaking his head, “I’m a foul pirate, I don't expect for the Navy to do the same. But your King already made a deal, you should know that I’m untouchable.” His hand now hardly lifted your chin as you glared more at him with gritted teeth, an amused smile caressed his lips, “Look at me more like this, it might turn me on even more.” His thumb caressed your lips, “I feel like you should be punished.”
“I've seen how you looked at me.” San whispered into your ear, “How about we put our differences aside for tonight. I will give you such a wild night that no one will ever fuck you as good as I did, you’ll only hatefully yearn for my cock to wreck you apart.”
You were a commander of the law, but you were still a human, a woman with desires. Time could come and go but who wouldn't ever think of being taken apart by such a bad guy, you did have thoughts that made your hand linger down as you thought how he would relentlessly take you on, something you’ll never ever admit.
There were thoughts that clouded your mind, thoughts of envy. As much as you hate it, you were jealous of the freedom that the pirate could have, despite the killing, you yearn for that freedom. Yet, it seems that San could see right through you, the want for freedom could be seen from a vile pirate.
“How about this?” Hot breathing hitting against your cheek, “Let me give you a taste of freedom and freewill. Let me show you what you’ve been missing by mindlessly following the law. Don’t tell me that you’ve never wished to see this freedom, I can see it as clear as a jellyfish in your eyes.”
Avoiding San’s eyes were enough of an answer. The pirate grinned pressing his lips to your ear, bringing goosebumps onto your skin, “How about this—” You headbutt him as he grunted back and holding his nose with a sinister smile threatening his lips, “So, you want to play like that, then, we’re going to play.”
“I wanted to play nice but…” San grasped onto the rope that tied you up, pulling you up as you groaned out before forcing your back to face as he slammed your head onto the fur of the bed, “You leave me no choice, I will show you freedom in the wildness form possible.”
Your hands were tied in your back and you didn't want to give him the satisfaction so you bite back your words before, “You foul pirate.” Gritting your teeth with a victorious smirk on your lips, “It would take a lot to make me admit what you want. It won't mean that I give in to you, you’re still a murderer.”
He turned you around and he slammed you on the bed with a chuckle, “Don’t worry I do enjoy myself some challenge, you’ll be the one begging for it.”
San undid the laces of his pants as your eyes widened before undoing it and taking it off, allowing his cock to be free, he was big and semi-hard with veins wrapped around his cock. His grip gently grasped around it with a wicked grin towards you.
You were lost for words, your breathing only hitched as a gasp escaped from you. Not wanting for the foul pirate to win, you didn't rip your gaze away from the sinful sight that bestowed into your sight.
So you only watch, looking at how the pirate let out soft grunts as he pumped his cock, how with that sickening grin on his face, he began to stroke it right in front of your eyes, “You don’t want to lose, huh? What if I put it right in front of your mouth? Would you suck it?”
“I will fucking bite it off.”
“Ohh feisty I like that but I’m your only way out.” The way his hands grabbed his cock and stroked it so sensually caused you to feel a throbbing in your inside and you unintentionally closed your leg, “I see, I do I’m having an effect on you. So will you be a good girl and give in?”
Adjusting his pants, San stood up and advanced towards you with a dark glare into his eyes. Taking his sword, he traced it along your clothed body, you reacted with a flinch yet he could only laugh at your pathetic self, “Hmm.” San made a displeased face, “I’ve always been curious what kind of body you’re hiding behind this white uniform…”
Piercing his sword hard enough so that it only pierce your clothes as he swung it hard enough. San leaned closer and ripped the clothes off of your body as you gasped out, your bared body as you squirmed around as his sword caressed your naked skin, from your stomach to your chest, “You look even more gorgeous, all naked and so vulnerable in front of you.”
“I’ll fucking kill you, damn pirate.”
The pirate smiled, one of cunningness with a pride gaze that you wanted nothing more to rip off his face, “Choi San is the name.”
“I don’t fucking care.” You yelled as you squirmed around quivering and whimpering out not being a fan of being so naked right in front of him like that drove you insane, “Once you’re dead no one will remember it.”
San chuckled, putting his sword away, “You need to remember my name since you’ll be moaning it in a few.”
His fingers now trailed onto your bared body, it was cold, revolting as his calloused hand landed onto your body, a touch that felt like a scorching heat, a whine was all you could muster already telling him all that he need to know, it’s been too long since anyone had touched you.
Once he groped your breast, you couldn't help that shameless moan that erupted from your throat and once his fingers twirled around your nipple and pinched them hard, you whined out a curse, “It’s quite hot to have you all tied up and naked, squirming at my every touch. How does this freedom taste? How does it feel to be touched by a foul pirate?”
Soon enough, San now almost sat on top of you, you could feel how his clothed crotch rubbed against your warmth as you bite back your moans, throwing your head back with a gasp, “Let me show you how good foulness can feel.”
His tongue caught onto your nipple as you arched your back, his teeth grazed onto the sensitive bud as he sucked and nipped on it, “Ahh…Mhhmm….Fuuck…” Your moans made a red burning shame to cross your cheek with an uneven breathing from you as San bestowed more bites onto your nipple, latching on it with his wet tongue, pulling them, playing with you like a puppet as he groped your other breast painfully as pleasure slithered down your back, “Nhhggg…Mhhmmm.”
“Taste so good..” San moaned into his bites as his tongue swirled around your nipple as you squirmed and the way he held your bare waist drove you insane, you hated how you wanted more from him, hated how you wanted him to just devour you.
“Should I make you cum? Do you even deserve that right now?” The tint of mockery into his voice drove you on edge as he licked a long stride then twirls his tongue around your nipple, “I don't think I’ll give it easily but I will take it as a win once you moan my name.”
As you tried to hit him with your leg, he scoffed, “Alright you want to play like that.”
Grabbing you harshly, San turned you around, his breathing heavy and satisfied yet not so pleased with your bratty attitude, pushing your body over the fur bed once more as your right cheek pressed hard onto the blanket, “I wanted to play nice but you don't deserve it.” The way his voice turned cold, sent shivers down your spine.
Writhing around him seemed to piss San even more, his hand came around your neck, wrapping around your skin with a soft press before releasing his hold, “Stop, fucking, moving.” Each word was spat as he bestowed a hard slap onto your ass forcing you to stop moving as he scoffed, “Good girl but I don't like disobedience so I will leave you like that.”
With that, San pushed your body fully onto the bed as he scoffed, “Also, seems like you really wanted me since you have forgotten that I tied only your hands not your legs.”
With a smirk, he left the room and closed the doors behind him leaving you already so wet and naked and fuming with anger at how San found out your true desire.
It would take him no time to make you moan out his name.
It would take him no time to make you bend down for him.
It would take him no time to make you let your true desires be out.
At this point, you didn't know what to think as you laid down on the bed handcuffed. Somehow you were glad, it appeased you that all the responsibility as a commander felt light on your shoulder. If everyone thought you were dead, nothing held you back anymore as your eyes closed with a deep exhale as you opened them slowly. Being kidnapped by a pirate and being held hostage? How could it feel so light?
You expected the foul pirate to be forceful towards you, yet it wasn't the case. He was ruthless but not in the case that you expected for it to be. But this wouldn't make you put your guard down.
You were still on high alert.
San was just too unexpected, too wild and that fucking smirk.
You were about to doze off, since what else was there for you to do? Last night, sleep nested into your soul and you’ve just been awoken by those thoughts clouding your mind. Also thinking what would San do you once you bend to his wishes. Only death could await you. He was a cruel pirate after all, the slight goodness he had shown shouldn't cloud your mind.
San had only been playing with you.
Criminals are still criminals no matter what.
Even if their face looked so handsome, a jawline that looked as sharp as a cutlass and feline eyes.
The door creaked open forcing you out of your sleepiness, taking a protective stance as you backed away, as you glared hard at none other than San who entered the room.
Apparently, during the night, you ended up having a blanket draped around your naked body with your hand still tied up. His amused laughter followed, “Are you always that angry so early in the morning? Shouldn't you be thanking me darling? I gave you my bed to sleep in and now you’re frowning at me?”
This was his room? Why would he do that? What was he even planning?
You could only sigh and look away, tiredness boring upon your skin, you were exhausted, “I have no idea what you have planned but get it over with and just kill me already?” With a smirk, you looked at him as you spat, “That’s what you wanted, right? All you pirates are cruel with no fucking emotions!”
San cupped your cheek hard, you could almost feel your bone crack by how forceful it was, the anger that resided in his eyes didn't diminish, a fire seemed to burn as his whole body was calm, “Listen darling..” His tongue pressed inside of his cheek as he tilted his head while his eyes looked down on you, “If I wanted you dead I would have pierced you with my sword after using your body for my own advantage but I do believe I did nothing of that, right? Now be a good girl and eat.”
He released the hold on you as you gazed down at the bowl of what seemed to be chicken soup, “I’m not hungry.” You frown but the sound coming from your stomach was enough to make him crack a smile as you whisper under your breath, “Okay maybe just a bit.”
The blanket still draped over your bared body, he took a spoonful of the soup to your mouth as you hesitantly took it in your mouth, your eyes widened softly, it tasted nice and San noticed it as your eyes softened and your body relaxed for a while, the tension disappearing for a while, “Glad you like it, I will send my praises to the chef from you.”
Before taking another mouthful, you stopped yourself, “Why are you doing this? Why…” Your voice grew quiet and tired, “Why are you being so nice? You’re a pirate?”
San chuckled, “I thought those in the Navy were smart..” He gave you another spoon as you took it once more, “Not all pirates are bad just like how not all Navy can be good. You can never judge a book by its cover. Not every prisoner is guilty and not all good politicians always tell the truth.”
“Why me? You know that I also kill pirates and…” Your voice faded into nothingness at the realization, “Both sides are following the rules and principles they’re assigned to, both have the right to that.” This calmed you down somehow, yet still doesn't answer your question, “If what you’re saying is right then why kidnapped me?”
“Your eyes..” San started as he placed the bowl on the small table, “Your eyes were pleading for a deliverance and I thought it would be fun to give you what you wanted just to see your reactions. Thought I’d have some fun as well. Now would you be a good girl and behave?”
The way he called you that nickname made something in your stomach turn, bringing hot shivers down your spine, “Stop calling me that.”
He only smirked, “Why? Aren't you a good girl?”
This caused you to become red as you turned your head away cursing under your breath, why was he having such an effect on you?
Turning your face towards his, he could only smile, “No need to hide your desires darling, you’re adorable like that you know…” His fingers slowly removed the blanket off your body, slowly revealing your body to the dark look into his eyes as you suddenly felt so small onto his gaze, “so vulnerable and all red as such. Finally, getting rid of your commander's side? Is this whom you truly are darling?”
Placing a gentle kiss onto your bare shoulder as you gasped out with a whimper, it felt sinful yet the sensation of his mouth brought a sensation of freedom, one you couldn't explain, “Let me take care of you. Allow me to free you from your chains? You do allow me that, right darling?”
With a frail nod on your side, a demonic smile crossed his lips, “Good girl.”
San dropped the blanket onto the floor as he untied your hands, releasing yourself all naked to him. Getting behind you, he kissed your neck as you gasped out a curse, “That’s how I enjoy yourself, there’s nothing wrong in being vulnerable darling, I will make you feel good.”
His hand caught onto your breast as you finally moaned out his name, “San…ahh…Mmhhh please.” This make him to smile as he groped your breast hard, “Oh…fuck…”
You breathed out and whimpered out his name like a chant more than his fingers pressed your nipple hard, the pain mixed with pleasure was euphoric. He palmed and groped your chest hard, he wasn't being gentle at all and you wanted it like that, enjoying how he pinched and twisted your nipples hard drawing out hard moans and whining from your lips.
“Fuck you’re so hot like that.” His teeth closed on your neck as he bestowed sucks and bites onto your bared skin as his hands still worked hard onto palming your breasts and pinching your nipples, “No one will ever please you like that. How do you want me to take you? Hard or gentle?”
“Please…” You didn't want to succumb to the temptation of admitting the truth, yet he could see through you. He ravaged your mouth with a hard kiss as you responded back with much harshness, you wanted it hard and you’d give it to him just as hard.
A whine rushed past your lips as you felt his fingers caressing your bare inner thighs as your back pressed more against him, No warning was needed as two of his fingers pressed deep inside your warmth as you cursed out while San’s lips rubbed on your neck, “Be a good girl for your captain now.”
“Yes captain.” This was enough for San.
Grabbing you carefully by your throat, he pressed you down on the bed, your ass now raised up for his hungry eyes as he licked a stride only your slick as you shivered out with more curses out your lips.
The pirate landed a harsh slap on your ass as you moaned out, “Fuck…god…feels so good.”
San chuckled darkly at this sight in front of him as he delivered a harsh yet stinging smack to your butt before he dragged his thumb through your wetness, watching your warmth to quiver under his sinful touches that caused you to breath harshly as you gulped, eyes closed lost in the feeling.
“So wet for me?” He smiled, "I’ve barely done a thing to you and you’re all wet. Look like you’ve never been touched like that before. Let me get back to it.” He landed yet another harsh slap to your butt. You groaned and arched your back, the shocks of pain were getting morphed into an intoxicating pleasure that coursed through your veins.
San laughed before he dropped and licked another strip up your core. You gasped at the feeling of his hot and wet tongue on you as he eagerly pressed yourself closer to him as you begged for more. The man couldn't help but to oblige, his tongue returned to your mound and moved expertly in ways he knew that would make you lose control.
He fucked you with his tongue, occasionally he went down to suckle softly on your clit, slightly grazing you with his teeth.
The man positioned himself directly behind you. Two fingers prodded at your opening, slowly slid into you. You gasped as he began to scissor his fingers in you, no doubt preparing you to take his dick.
Removing his fingers from you.
You felt something hard and big teasing around your entrance.
San then slammed into you all at once, his thick cock stretched you out deliciously. You moaned obscenely, fisting the sheets beneath you. The man gave you no time to adjust as he pounded into you ruthlessly while delivering slaps to your butt when he saw fit, “Just like that, fuck you’re…taking me in so well, just like that.”
“So greedy, huh? I didn't know a commander of the navy could be that needy for the cock of the foul pirate that they hate.” San panted out.
The man sank his fingers into your hips as he fervently fuck into you, his grip will definitely leave you with bruises tomorrow but you couldn't care less.
When San started to thrust into you even harder, you lost all strength. Your hand fell from around his neck, and your other hand which you used for support just collapsed. The side of your face pressed into the mattress as the pirate fuck you brutally. The sound of skin being slapped on skin resounded off the walls of the quarter as San continued to roughly fuck into you.
San grunted and increased the speed of his hips, he dropped his hand from your chest to have it return to your clit. He circled the bud deliciously, he bucked his hips wildly against you. San tightened his grip on your neck and pressed small kisses to your jawline before coming up to your ear.
“Come for me, Princess,”
With a loud growl, San gave one last thrust deep into your core, and he groaned sinfully as he emptied himself into you.
Your body crumbled down on the bed as you gasped out, hiding your face into the sheet as you heard the pirate panting just as heavy as yours. Soon your breathing even out. The pirate dragged you closer into his warmth as you snuggled in, “Thank you, would you mind if I stay with you, captain?”
“Who knew all needed to make you stay is a good fuck?” San teased as he turned you around and pecked on your forehead, “I would love for you to stay, I told you I would give you a taste of freedom, no worries and no stress so stay with me.”
“I will take care of a few things back, then I will come back, I’ve got nothing holding me back anymore. I’m ready for this adventure with you, Captain.”
Warnings: smut (duh) creampies, overstimulation, begging, crying, tiny bit of fluff if you squint really really hard
Group: Ateez
Rating:18+
“F-fuc-…STop!” Mingi cried
The sound of skin slapping filled the sauna you two where in
Your hips burned from the position you were in, arms tired, knees and ankles begging for mercy but you didn’t dare stop, not when his like this when he’s so close to falling apart.
“Come on princess, you can d-do it.” You growled, as your knees trembled daring to give up and make you fall straight your knees and end the mission you were on.
To overstimulate Mingi until he cried.
“I can’t—please!—s’ too much!”
You are so close, you could feeel it, each throb, knee jerk, and cry he let out proved your point even further. The tears forming in his eyes while his jaw unknowing hung open was the cutest thing ever, you loved him so much, he was so pretty. His pouty lips, sweat stained cheeks, whine voice and his beautiful eyes were just so beautiful especially when they are filled with tears it’s the absolute best.
“Please, Mommy!! M-mommmy I’m gonna!—ANNNH” he sobbed letting out the cutest moan you ever heard, his head leans back as fresh beautiful tears fall down. The thing you loved the most was feeling the warm splash of cums paint your inside, it felt so good. Especially because it made it easier for you to bounce up and down faster.
“I-mm…its too-much get-..get up please!!i-its too tight! S’too muha—much.” His voice was so horsed from the pleading and all the crying he was doing, almost made you feel bad for him.
“ Hush, let me work.” You hissed, rubbing at your clit in fast tight circle chasing after your own high, his small whimpers and pathetic cries made it so much easier to cum.
“FUCK!” You hollered tight around him as you slammed your hips down one last time, letting out a shaky breath. Mingi smiles at you.
“ you’re so fucking sexy when you take control…” he rasped out.
“ yeah I thought so too.”
Both of your heads snapped to the entrance of the door. Where…
San was standing
“Mind if i join you?” He asked with a smirk on his face.
♡Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f) x Kim Hongjoong
♡Genre: Smut with no plot :)
♡Au: coffee shop
♡Word Count: 2,685
♡Warnings: this was completely self indulgent because valentine's day *sobs* dom/sub {dom joong/sub reader/dom san}, threesome, spitroasting, penetrative sex with barrier, oral (m recieving), m/f/m orgasm
♡Rated: 18+ MDNI
♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Edging, CJH | Next Day~ Size Kink, PSH
♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland@mejuiithe unholy trinity beta team
It was valentine's day and your favorite coffee shop was packed. You were pretty sure it had nothing to do with the actual sale or yummy confections decorated in pink and red. It absolutely had to do with the fact that the owners were serving everyone personally.
San had a big heart. Genuinely, he just wanted to serve people yummy food, see them enjoy something small in their lives. His shop was successful, in part due to his enthusiasm for his job but also because you could taste the love for his world in his beverages.
Hongjoong, his partner in crime who did the baking, smiled widely for you when he saw you enter. He had just finished dropping off some heart shaped cookies that mimicked the heart candies with endearments on them. "Morning, Warm Heart."
You ducked your head in embarrassment and made your way to the counter to order some beverages. You always came here on your way to work to order beverages for yourself and your best friends. It made you happy to know they had something sweet, and sometimes warm, to keep them through the morning at least. San had made it a habit of using his handwriting to scribble the nickname "Warm Heart" on your cup, so that you knew which beverage was yours. He certainly wasn't helping the huge ass crush you had on him.
"Heart!" San yelled as he saw you approach the counter, "I hoped I would see you today! Double points because it's valentine's day! And look!"
San pushed forward a box of croissants with pink icing hearts on them. "Hongjoong filled them with spicy chocolate."
You whipped your head around to stare at Hongjoong who was flushing pink and went back to asking other customers how their orders were. "He didn't have to do that," You mumbled.
San smiled, full of happiness and mischievous energy. "He made them just for you, you know. No one else is going to try these."
You opened your mouth to order when San shook his head. "You don't think I haven't memorized your orders yet?" He pouted excessively, "Heart, you wound me."
"San, don't start with me today!" You waved a finger at him.
San giggled and then went to work. You moved aside to let others queue and you wandered the shop on the pretense of watching San work. His broad shoulders moved as he worked the various machinery to make your order of three beverages. His eyes were focused and his perma-pout never truly left his lips. Your heart skipped a beat and you scolded yourself.
This infatuation with the coffee store owner and his bakery partner needed to be squashed. They were nice to everyone and the flirting is what made the shop popular. You knew it wasn't real. You just wished your heart knew that too.
"You're not gonna try them?" Hongjoong approached you, looking hopeful.
"I…" Whatever you were going to say died in your throat. Who were you to say no to a man who baked something just for you?
You opened the packaging and bit into one of the croissants. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you moaned loudly. “Oh my god, Hongjoong! This is amazing?”
Hongjoong grinned widely, “The heat is okay?”
“No, this is now officially my new favorite thing,” You proclaimed, your tongue coming out to lick the corner of your lip to capture some of the spicy chocolate that had escaped.
Hongjoong helped you with the chocolate and you froze as you watched him suck on his thumb. Why did you feel like some dumb struck high school girl thinking of an indirect kiss? “Glad you like them.”
“Heart!” San shouted, bringing your attention back to him. He had been frowning before you came up for your drink order. “It’s all ready,” He beamed.
“I hope you make a lot of money today, San,” You smiled happily, lifting your tray as a salute.
“Wait!” San leaned up over the slight wall of the counter. “Try your drink for me? I made it a bit differently this time.”
You tipped your head in confusion but placed the tray down so you could pull your drink from it. You wrapped your mouth around the straw and sucked. The sugary liquid hit your tongue and you gasped. “Mint?”
San nodded, smiling to himself. “You like it, right?”
You sucked harder, eagerly drinking it. “Oh my god, the best you’ve made yet, San,” You proclaimed.
San looked satisfied, chin tucked into his chest. “Good. I’m happy to make you happy.”
“Bye, San!” You waved and grabbed the tray of drinks again. “Bye Joong!”
Hongjoong looked unhappy but waved back. You left the coffee shop, and delighted your friends with a valentine’s day delight. You shared your croissants and breezed through the morning until one of them pointed out there was something different written on your cup.
You dismissed it immediately. “It’s San. He always writes that. I don’t even think he remembers my real name, if I’m being honest.”
“Doesn’t know your name but writes his number on the cup?” Your friend said in bewilderment.
“What?!” You snatched up your drink, and low and behold, there was a pouty face drawn nearby with a series of numbers. San had to have written it.
When you were on your lunch break at work, you immediately dug out your phone and texted the number.
Heart: San, what is the meaning of this?
San: Can’t a guy give a girl his number?
Your heart was now beating out of your chest. This had to be a daydream. You probably fell asleep on your cubicle desk and were probably drooling right now.
San: Did I beat Joong Hyung?
Heart: Beat him?
San: You only got my number today, right? ^^
Now you were having a full on panic. You rushed to the box of croissants and on the bottom was a neatly written note. I hope you’ll come back to the shop after hours, we have a surprise for you. Xoxo Hongjoong
You pinched yourself and yelped. Yup, this was definitely real. What the hell???
You desperately began to text San back.
Heart: I’m supposed to come to the shop later???
San: Oh poo, he did get to you.
Heart: I don’t know what this is…
San: please, come to the shop after hours. We’ll explain then
Work couldn't have dragged any slower. You spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what the hell was going on. You really, really, really liked the coffee shop owner. Hongjoong was also a delight to be around. Surely they both didn’t… you shook your head. It was stupid and downright cruel to assume anything. You were just going to have to show up at the coffee shop and find out what’s what.
The coffee shop had its closed sign on the door but when you tentatively rapped your knuckles on the glass door. San banged into the door in a rush to get to you and scared you. He quickly unlocked the door and let you in.
“You came!” San said softly.
“Of course I did,” You replied, “It’s not every day you get the owners of a coffee shop demanding you see them.”
“Today we aren’t coffee shop owners,” Hongjoong said, sitting at one of the tables and chairs. His arms were crossed and his legs were spread.
“Are you aliens?” You joked.
“We’re men today, Heart,” San murmured at your side.
You swallowed nervously. “Men?”
“It’s valentine’s day today,” San started, “We both like you but we don’t want to fight over you. Will you choose?”
Your eyes went from San to Hongjoong in complete confusion. “Choose?”
“Or,” Hongjoong lifted an eyebrow at you, “Take us both so we don’t have any bruised hearts.”
San smiled mischievously, “Maybe some bruised skin though.”
“Ha ha ha,” You said mirthlessly, “Very funny guys but April Fools isn’t for a few more months.”
San grasped your chin in one hand, soft but firm. “This isn't a joke, Heart. We’re dead serious.”
“San,” You whispered his name, still unsure.
“Let me show you?” He asked, eyes glancing at your lips.
You nodded and then San kissed you. His lips took your bottom lip in between his, slowly and sensually kissing you. His hand curved around your jaw, holding you like you were the most precious thing to him in this world. You blinked consecutively when he released you, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face.
Hongjoong stood up from his spot and came over to the other side. “Ready for me next?”
Did you really have to choose? “Guys, I don’t think--”
“Don’t think then, Heart,” Hongjoong cut you off, “Just let me kiss you.”
You nodded again and then Hongjoong captured your lips with his. Hongjoong’s kiss was full of teeth and tongue and you felt yourself being swallowed up by his passion. San was an ember and Hongjoong was the fire. Your lips chased his when he broke the kiss and he chuckled lowly, satisfied in response.
“So both then,” San said to Hongjoong, who nodded.
San took your hand, linking your fingers together and tugged you towards the back of the cafe where Hongjoong baked. Hongjoong’s hands settled on your hips, walking behind you. Once they found more privacy, all gloves were off. San pulled you against his body as he leaned back against the kitchen island and Hongjoong pressed himself against your back. Hongjoong was placing wet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. He was sucking harshly and you whined about hickies. San massaged your ass and used your body to thrust up into to get himself harder. “He wants to mark you up, Heart. He wants someone to see that you’re already claimed.”
“Joong!” You scolded him and that’s when Hongjoong bit you in warning.
“Careful, Heart, or I might feel the need to mark you up more.”
You shivered and San giggled. “Give me another kiss, Heart.”
You began to not be aware of whose hands were where or what mouth was doing what. You were just a bundle of nerves as someone played with your tits or shoved their hands under your panties and swirled around your clit. Hongjoong was the hard while San was the soft. Where one coaxed you, the other demanded everything from you. The hot and cold wasn’t something you could deal with. All you could manage was to whimper and whisper their names, feeling pleasure that you knew no one else could outdo now that you had experienced two lovers at one time.
“You’re gonna take us both, Heart,” Hongjoong commanded in a rough voice. Currently, his dick was in between your legs, rubbing on the outside of your cunt, getting covered in your slick.
You nodded in agreement, eyeing San’s throbbing cock in front of you. “Can I have you in my mouth, Sannie?”
“Joong, I think she’s drooling for my dick,” San teased you.
“I know she’s drooling for mine, but from a different set of lips,” Hongjoong responded in kind.
“I…please? Both of you?”
“I suppose you’ve been good for us,” San grinned.
You heard Hongjoong rip a condom wrapper from behind you and you braced your hands on San’s thighs while Hongjoong penetrated you. Your nails dug into San’s sensitive skin, taking in Hongjoong inch by fucking inch. “You’re doing great, Heart,” Hongjoong murmured from behind you.
San, in complete contrast, gripped your ponytail by the base and shoved his cock into your mouth. You squealed but you were quickly groaning at the picture of pure sin San was emulating above you. His eyes were hooded and the tip of his tongue was between his lips. “That’s it, Heart, take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, just like you did the straw this morning.”
Hongjoong rubbed your hips once he bottomed out inside of you. San had already taken to thrusting into your mouth. You could do nothing but roll your eyes to the back of your head and groan as Hongjoong started to fuck you from behind. “You let us know if it’s too much, Heart,” Hongjoong said, sounding strained, “Fuck, this pussy is so tight.”
San laughed in triumph, “This mouth is everything. Heart, you’ll let me fuck your throat right? You can take my dick like that, right?”
“San, your dick is in her mouth right now, how is she supposed to answer you?” Hongjoong demanded.
“Oh,” San smiled goofily. He pulled out of your mouth with a pop. “Is it okay?”
Without San in your mouth, your moans just got louder as Hongjoong fucked you. The angle felt so fucking good that you couldn't focus on San’s question for a few minutes. “J-joong!” You protested.
Hongjoong smiled his own satisfied smile at being able to fuck you dumb and then slowed his pace. “Go ahead, Heart, answer San.”
You whimpered, “San, fuck my throat. Make me gag on your dick and cry. I wanna be a mess for you!”
“Fuck,” San cursed, biting down on his lower lip, “When it put it that way, Heart, how am I supposed to hold back?”
You put a hand on Hongjoong’s, where they still were on your hip and looked back. “Fuck me, Joong? It feels so good.”
“Give me your arms, Heart,” Hongjoong directed softly.
So Hongjoong held onto both your hands, holding your arms back, as he gently bounced you against his pelvis. The smacking noises were echoing in the back kitchen. That left you without any control as San held your head and fucked his dick up into your mouth and throat. Your moans stuttered as Hongjoong hit that spot inside of you that urged on your climax. You had given up trying to time your breathing with San’s thrusts because it soon became a game for him to make you choke and gag.
San came first, coming in your mouth and you swallowed it all. His eyebrows scrunched up and he moaned loudly. He pulled his dick out of your mouth and you watched as it twitched in front of you, still leaking his cum.Then you came, your mouth free to shout Hongjoong’s name as the back of your eyelids were painted with stars. Hongjoong fucked you through your climax, your fluttering pussy walls pushing him over the edge. He gripped your fingers tightly as he buried himself into your hole and came in the condom. His climax was a breathy cry, making you wish you got to see the face that accompanied it.
You whined as Hongjoong pulled out of you and got rid of the condom. San pulled you up and against his chest. “You were such a good girl for us, Heart,” He complimented you, pushing errant hairs behind your ear.
“I can’t believe!--” You didn’t have enough air yet to speak fully.
San let out a high pitch laugh. “You’re so fucking cute.”
You blushed, reality coming back to you. You had just fucked your two crushes in the kitchen of your favorite cafe. Who were you???
“Heart?” Hongjoong said your name as a question.
“Yes, Joong?” You responded, leaning your head against San’s shoulder.
“We can do this again, right?” You didn’t see it but San and Hongjoong exchanged a worried glance over your heart.
You nodded into San’s chest. “Like I could live without that again,” You chuckled, “No one could possibly live up to that.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” San said into the crown of your head, placing a fond kiss there.
“Please,” You laughed weakly, “You spoiled me. Drinks, croissants and a threesome? Guess you’ll really have to plan for next time.”
Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you too. “You plan on being around long enough for another Valentine’s Day?” He couldn't help but wonder.
You placed your arms and hands over Hongjoong’s and squeezed back in reassurance. “You’ll never get rid of me now.”
“Good” Hongjoong replied, satisfied with your response. “Because we don’t plan on letting you go anywhere.”
Your life as a princess means many choices are out of your control. When your beloved brother Mingi suggests you accept the offer of marriage from Prince San it comes as a shock considering Mingi himself is already in love with San. And yet, this ends up being a perfect solution for all involved.
4.3K words, Content note: suitable for all Tumblr using ages, asexual reader not drawn to sex but willing for the sake of having children, reader is AFAB and publicly gendered as princess throughout but it is open to interpretation that the reader could be trans, no gendered pronouns for reader, sexism present in the differing expectations of princesses versus princes, plentiful mentions of marriage, pregnancy, and children, sex is referenced in the story but not actively present
This work was inspired by some of the themes in the mature story 'Of Princes and Princesses' by @sorikkung found on Tumblr and AO3.
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While you had always been open to the idea of falling in love, you wanted nothing more than a partner to chastely snuggle and adore. Born into the life of a princess, neither of those ever seemed possible for you when the expectation was to produce heirs for whoever you would be bargained off to. You saw in your own family life how that worked out. While your own widowed mother had married the king as her second husband, it was a practical arrangement instead of an affair of the heart. She had sought a secure life to raise her son Mingi after her first husband had died in a tournament. The new marriage that raised her from wife of a knight to queen of the land was more business deal than romantic, but so most royal partnerships were.
The king had fallen for the knight's widow of suitable noble parentage, but the attraction was not mutual. A widower himself, the king had no children by his first marriage and it was no accident he chose a woman known to be fecund as his next bride. Mingi was not your only sibling, however. Having several illegitimate children, the king knew fertility was not in doubt on his side, so it was no surprise your birth from the recent marriage was followed closely by that of the long-awaited Prince Jongho to carry on the dynasty.
Your family was a complicated one. Hongjoong, Yunho, and Wooyoung were your half brothers by three different paramours the king had used and discarded during his first marriage and subsequent period of bereavement.
Separated from their mothers, the boys were reared within the castle walls, never to be raised to royal status except in the dire circumstance of no licit heirs. With your arrival, then Jongho's, your older brothers by the king were set to live simple lives as long as you and your full brother drew breath. Eventual offspring by Jongho or yourself would further protect them from serving as a future king, something Hongjoong as the eldest was extremely grateful for.
Their lives were to be comfortable ones other than the lack of a caregiving parent. With an allowance paid from the king's purse covering a small household and staff, their positions were conditional on making no attempt to gain higher status than their father chose to bestow. Still, acknowledged or not, being children of the ruling monarch they would always be a risk to your father's throne should someone wish to use them so the boys were kept under a watchful eye. As they aged however, it was clear to all that the three kind young men were far more interested in the arts and a quiet life than lusting for power.
Even from a tender age, Hongjoong had developed a skill for musical composition. With the accompaniment of Yunho and Wooyoung, the siblings would perform to great applause at royal functions. In addition to an angelic voice matching his brothers, Yunho too had a special talent. He was very easy to love and among the king's older sons he was the one you felt closest to.
Perhaps it was growing up in the castle without his own mother that led Yunho to be almost needy for acceptance. Although you were still young yourself, sympathy for his position came easily, and you hoped he would one day feel confident that he was enough just being himself. It helped that your own mother set a welcoming tone, even over the king's objection, as she treated Yunho and her other two stepchildren as her own both before and after you and Jongho were born to her.
Then there was Wooyoung, your boisterous and overzealously demonstrative half brother. Like the others, he showed no interest in abusing his status as an illegitimate child of the king, but was content to learn all he could from the cooks in the vast kitchens serving the castle. Wooyoung showed great aptitude and he hoped to one day hold a position among the staff there.
So your mother had Mingi and your father three prior sons. By the time of your birth to the king and queen, you joined the castle as the first officially recognized heir. Without any say in the matter, you were declared a princess at birth and due to the laws of primogeniture not destined to hold a kingdom in your own right should a legitimate son be born afterward. Like the king's older children, you too had no desire for a ruling position so it was with great relief you grew up with a younger full brother, Prince Jongho. Barely a year old when he came along, you had never known life without him and you doted on your youngest sibling as much as the shared bevy of half siblings did.
A little territorial, Mingi had taken the longest to warm up to the king's children by his mother, but as you and Jongho aged into people with personalities of your own, he became your biggest defender and favorite playmate. You saw your other half brothers a little less frequently than Mingi due to their lower status, but all the children got along surprisingly warmly in this situation not of their own making.
Your childhood passed happily singing with your brothers, playing in the castle gardens, and taking turns reading to each other when you met in the library after tutoring sessions. Mingi was getting the education expected of a knight's son and your other half brothers Hongjoong, Yunho, and Wooyoung were permitted to sit in on those lessons. Later Mingi went on to finish his mathematics education in the university of a neighboring country. You missed him terribly in the years he was away, but he sounded happy in his letters, including hinting at a romance.
With a tutor all his own, Jongho was being raised to succeed your father as king, while your studies of languages and poetry rather than tactics and history meant you were being set up as a marriage prospect. While you understood you would be of great use to your country sealing a treaty by being married off one day, and the tie of kinship would make your country safer, you would have much preferred to do that work as a diplomat than spouse. Being labeled a girl meant your brain was not considered as valuable, and you chafed at the limitations despite all the other things made easier in your life due to the privileges of being a princess.
Having heard the history of other kingdoms where monarchs sometimes chose unsuitable partners for their lineage or beauty alone, you and Jongho would talk about your hopes for the future as the time of your own marriages neared. As a noble, and now home from his studies, Mingi was considered suitable for marriage too, and would be sought after for his close family tie to the king and Prince Jongho. As a threat to a stable crown, your illegitimate half brothers of course would be expected never to marry or procreate. Like you, they too had limitations placed on their life due to parentage.
For years your brothers had known you were what in another day and age would be called asexual; the lust other people experienced was not something that ever happened to you and by now you were certain it was not due to never having met the right person. Content with your difference from the average experience, it probably would serve you well when asked to partner with a prince not of your own choosing. Holding out for someone to catch your eye with their sex appeal was not going to happen. Yet, you wondered if you could feel romantic attraction. The affection held for your brothers had added so much to your life, but the way people talked of true love had you longing for that feeling too.
Jongho also recognized he was different from other princes, at least as far as he knew. After swearing all the siblings to secrecy, he disclosed crushes on people of any gender since his adolescence. The open conversation proved to be a reassuring one as Jongho discovered he was not alone in the family. His half brother Mingi admitted to finding romantic attractions among all people too.
Yunho was next to share a secret of his own. “Hongjoong and I bonded swooning over the same stablehand. When my brother he told me he had no interest in women either, I didn't feel alone anymore. You don't have to feel that way either, Jongho.” Sweeping his youngest half brother into a giant hug, Jongho warmly welcomed the affection and acceptance from his sibling.
It was with a great laugh that Wooyoung joined this round of revelations. “Our father the king never needs to worry about us producing children to challenge the legitimate line.” You shot him a look knowing not everyone capable of pregnancy was a woman, but that was an educational discussion for another time.
Hongjoong had been listening to the conversation quietly but finally interjected. “You truly aren't alone, Jongho. Princes have fallen for princes before. I have heard about that in other kingdoms.” Browsing a nearby shelf, Hongjoong quickly located what he was after. Passing the slim volume titled 'Of Princes and Princesses' to Jongho, he then shepherded the rest of you out leaving the prince to read the historical account.
At dinner that night Jongho gave you and Mingi a glowing account of the book while your royal parents dined at the other end of the long table. Jongho slipped it to you with the recommendation that it held reassurances for your own situation as well. He was right, which you learned while devouring the entire volume before bed. The prince at the center of the story who lived the life that suited him gave you a strong sense of kinship despite living in a bygone era.
Such was the affection among the three partners in the story that their names had become synonymous with love and fell into popular use down through the ages. In fact, two of your own brothers bore names of the historic Princess Mingi and his Prince Yunho. So taken with the story of royals living their own life on their own terms, you would later name your own firstborn after the other beloved prince in the story.
Time passed and you worried about your brothers being able to find happiness in their situations. Mingi in particular seemed to be mooning over his university romance and as much as you tried to get information out of him, he would not reveal why it ended. You gathered he had fallen for a man, but there had to be more than that keeping them apart if there was affection on both sides as he had indicated. Unable to console Mingi, soon enough your mind was taken over by your own problems as you reached an age deemed appropriate for marriage brokering.
A poorer kingdom would have been bankrupted by the month of festivities leading up to a contract. Hosting the royal families of three carefully selected kingdoms led to feasting, dances, and a tournament. It was also a time for your father to renew his friendships and non-aggression pacts with these few monarchs he was not already related to through the women in his line.
Each of the ruling families brought their heir apparent son of the appropriate age and this is how you came to know the princes Seonghwa, Yeosang, and San. While a wedding was demanded of you by your father the king, you appreciated the small freedom of the chance to pick among the young men.
Prince Seonghwa was the first one you had met. At first put off by his handsomeness, you had falsely judged him to be arrogant or cold but it only took one conversation with the prince to be swayed by his quick wit and elegant manners. However, as wonderful as he was, you could not picture a life as his spouse. Admitting that to Seonghwa led him to mention his own attraction to another in your castle. The honesty between you cleared the air and Seonghwa ended up being the first friend you made during that time.
Prince Yeosang arrived with his mother, the ruling Queen of the land he would inherit one day. He too was beautiful and his radiant aura left you calm in his presence. Taking some time to warm up over the month of activities, by the time your selection neared you and Yeosang were fast friends easily able to elicit laughter from each other.
You had grown more comfortable with each other after Prince Yeosang tactfully disclosed he did not want to be considered as your future husband. It was nothing to do with any lack on your part, but a preexisting mutual attachment to one of the ladies in his mother's court. Pleased at this news, you were genuinely happy for Yeosang and accepted an invitation to his wedding one day if all went as he hoped.
Then there was Prince San. The first meeting with him could have gone better. It started off well as you introduced him to the legitimate members in your family. “You know of my brother Crown Prince Jongho of course, and this is my half brother Mingi, the king's stepson,” you offered at the latter's approach.
Looking up at the mention of his name, Mingi flinched and excused himself after the briefest of socially acceptable chatter about nothing. San watched stone-faced until Mingi was out of sight then made his own hasty apologies before leaving you and Jongho alone to send each other quizzical glances.
Despite the awkward brevity of the first meeting, San ended up being the suitor you felt warmest toward. His looks and charm were equal to the others, but those were not the things which had swayed your heart. One teary night you learned from Mingi that Prince San had been his lover at school. That was why they could not be together when San was destined for a princess he could sire a line with. While the two men had attempted to remain cordial but distant in their interactions for the duration of San's visit, they had quickly resumed their caring and passionate relationship. So there it was, each of your prospects had their sights on others, either long or short term.
From previously revealed description alone, you already liked the mystery man who had been Mingi's university boyfriend. To have now met San in person confirmed all the reasons Mingi had fallen for him. By the end of the visit Prince San showed himself to be incredibly loving and thoughtful, you even felt a pull toward him yourself despite San already being spoken for by Mingi.
Over the weeks, San, Seonghwa, and Yeosang often took tea with you, Jongho, and all the kings and queens. The formality of those sessions chafed you as much as the other young people. Luckily, this was supplemented by far more casual and comfortable picnic lunches with your brothers. It was far easier to get to know the suitors away from the watchful eyes of all the parents involved.
Things were going well, and everyone seemed to get along. It became a time to relax and not worry so much about the point of the princes' journeys. Jongho certainly made good use of the chance to befriend his fellow future monarchs.
As you watched everyone eat, you were touched San and Mingi appeared to still be close, as were the newly made friends Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Wooyoung seemed to hit it off well with Yeosang too, to the point of learning the prince's secret attraction and gleefully listing all the foods he would cook for a wedding feast if given the chance. Yunho was present as well, easily making friends with the visiting princes and was offered as many invitations to hunt or game as his bothers. Still, as fun as the time together was, the looming threat of marriage cast a shadow over fully enjoying time with your siblings and new companions.
You understood how this was supposed to work, marry a prince and bear him many children to ensure a stable line of succession. Your firstborn son the crown prince would be loyal to both his country and also favorably view the one you had grown up in due to ties of kinship. Any daughters of your match would be left in the same position you had grown up in, valued more for marriage prospects than as a person in your own right. It was not what you had ever wanted, especially when none of the princes seemed to desire you either. And yet, as Mingi pled, “Please, hear me out,” before he made a case to choose San, you could not help but like the plan that was hatched in the library that night.
“San is going to ask for your hand in marriage and I think it would be good to accept.” Mingi looked tired but resigned as he discussed the painful situation of giving up his recently reunited boyfriend.
“What? You know I don't want a husband, have no need of one really other than someone to dote upon and I have you and the other brothers for that, right? Won't you help me fight the demand I wed?” If anyone was on your side, you would have expected it to be Mingi with his motivation to keep San for himself.
“No,” Mingi argued, and his reason was a compelling one. “I love San, and he feels the same way about me though we have not known each other long. Of course being together is not possible with his need for heirs so I would rather lose him to you than someone else. We talked a little about your situation and he is willing to marry you for the tie to our kingdom alone. You would remain untouched if that is what you wanted.”
Taking his hand, you tried to reassure your brother there was hope. Certainly he could have regular visits to your new home and his boyfriend, but there had to be a better solution that that. After some quick thinking, you asked, “San wishes it were possible to be with you too?”
Mingi's face relaxed at the thought of his love. “Yes. He said so, and I believe him.”
“Let's talk to San tomorrow. Perhaps we can all be happy.” With a substantial hug and that slender offer of hope for your brother, you parted for the night.
Sleep was elusive as you turned the problem over in your head. Mingi adored Prince San, and San loved him back unreservedly. Having seen them together over the prince's visit and knowing their history went back farther, the devoted connection was not as surprising as it might have otherwise been. Knowing it was your lot in life to marry, willingly or not, you figured a marriage of convenience was the best outcome you could hope for given the situation. You already liked San as a friend, and if you were being truthful, even found yourself romantically attracted to him a little. You could imagine a good life supporting your brother Mingi and his partner San in your role as the official spouse.
So this is what you decided, pending approval of both the men you cared about. Rather than tragically giving up on their relationship, under the guise of serving as your personal secretary, Mingi would move with you to San's kingdom upon your marriage to the prince. While outwardly your brother would be there as a beloved sibling for company, his real reason was to be able to live under the same roof as his true love. San as future monarch would join a long line of princes and kings before him to have both a marriage for the possibility of legitimate heirs and a romantic partner outside the marriage. It was nothing unusual for a monarch to have lovers as your father had done, San would just be going about it in a very atypical way through honesty and your approval of the arrangement from the start.
In a lengthy discussion with San the next day the details were ironed out among the three of you. Prince San explained that he felt romantically drawn to both yourself and your brother Mingi. Fully accepting that you were not driven by sex, he was willing to name his sister's children as his heirs if none should come from your royal union. The tie of marriage was enough to satisfy bonds between his father's kingdom and yours. Most importantly, your life was to be your own, including separate chambers which was customary for most royal couples anyway. Your position as princess of the new land and future queen consort would come with some obligations, but those were things you were already used to performing for your own country.
Having seen how competent Yeosang's mother was as the ruler of her own kingdom, San agreed to your only stipulation for marriage made on behalf of any future children you might bear. Wanting to see his son happy, San's father agreed to change the order of succession. The king knew times were changing and he wanted to be remembered as a modern monarch, forward thinking in his leadership. So it was declared. Going forward, any child born to the ruling line through marriage would be destined for the throne in age order. Gender would no longer be a factor. While San's sister was older, she was not interested in inheriting her father's kingdom since she was already queen of another at the side of her husband King Maddox. She gave her blessing to the change and did not regret missing out on the chance at her father's throne.
So it came to pass, to the great joy of both kingdoms, your engagement to Prince San was announced. Wooyoung took charge of drafting the menu for the wedding day and feasts surrounding the event. As thanks for going through with the political arrangement, your father the king had permitted a noticeable break from tradition. Instead of ladies of the court as your attendants, you had Prince Jongho at your side along with Mingi. Hongjoong, Yunho, and Wooyoung too were alongside in an unofficial acknowledgment of their status as your brothers and you were grateful your father had permitted that trusting gesture. To have all five of your siblings stand with you was the greatest gift that day.
Though, you must admit the presents bestowed by Prince Yeosang and his fiancée in attendance were thoughtfully chosen to match your taste and San's. Prince Seonghwa had also joined the festivities as representative for his parents. Seeing the way he now laughed with Hongjoong further down the table, you smiled to yourself recognizing the wedding had not been his only reason to return. Happy in love yourself, you found it easy to be charitable and hoped things would go well for them. In time Hongjoong did indeed move into Seonghwa's palace as an advisor but you suspected they were closer than that.
It looked like changes might be afoot for Wooyoung as well as you heard Yeosang make the offer for Wooyoung to join his household as head chef beginning with supervising Yeosang's own wedding. Wooyoung was thrilled at the prospect if his quick agreement and copious hugs of the prince and future princess were any indication.
While it seemed like there was less going on in Yunho's life, he was content to remain close to home. He had family nominally in the form of the king, but more so in his little half brother Jongho he was devoted to. In time you also heard Yunho had the love of the newly elevated stablemaster. They were an excellent match and you looked forward to their regular visits at your home with Prince San. Jongho would often join them and while you had not heard of someone in his life romantically, there was always a copy of 'Of Princes and Princesses' left on the guest suite's bedside table to remind him that he too had options.
As San had hinted at the time of his proposal, there was love in his heart for both you and your brother, just expressed in different ways. Your bedroom was yours alone, but San knew he was just as welcome in your bed for a cuddle as Mingi was in his own bed for something more. With time you were even willing to try for children in the usual way, other than without lust for your husband. Instead the act was accompanied by plenty of giggling as friends rather than steamy lovers. When your bore him two infants, Prince San was thrilled his children were related to both his loves through the mother you and Mingi had in common.
You hoped in the distant future when San took over from his father as king that Mingi could be acknowledged publicly as San's partner and raised to king consort. If that meant stepping away from the throne yourself, all the better. While you had always been called princess and had grown accustomed to the usage no matter how uneasily it sat on your head, queen was never a title you had sought for various reasons. When the time came, you did opt out of that label with the full support of the newly crowned King San. That freedom to be yourself led to a life that was best summed up the following way- You lived happily ever after, as did your beloved brother Mingi and his caring husband San.
