#woosan x reader

[belleeebelleee]

“I need you to tell me what you want from us”

Ours, Finally

relationship

Father figures

[belleeebelleee]

Father Figures

Choi San x fem!reader x Jung Wooyoung (poly)

You're best friends with Choi San and somehow along the way, he and Jung Wooyoung became father figures to your daughter.

The first time Choi San held your daughter, he cried harder than you did.

It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just quiet tears slipping down his cheeks as he sat beside your hospital bed, one careful hand cradling her impossibly small body, the other still gripping yours like he hadn’t quite come back from the fear of losing you.

You were exhausted, half-delirious, but you remembered that part clearly.

“Hey,” you had whispered, voice wrecked. “She’s okay.”

San shook his head, laughing weakly through tears. “You’re okay,” he corrected, like that was the part that mattered most.

Maybe it was.

Maybe it always had been.

Wooyoung met her the next day.

He burst into the room like he always did—too loud, too bright, too much energy for a hospital ward—but the second he saw her, everything in him softened.

“Oh,” he breathed, all the chaos gone. “She’s… tiny.”

You huffed out a tired laugh. “That’s usually how babies work.”

“Can I hold her?” he asked, already halfway to your bedside.

San shot him a look. “Carefully.”

“I know how to hold a baby.”

“You once dropped your phone on my face while I was sleeping.”

“That was different.”

But despite the bickering, his hands were gentle when he took her. Careful. Reverent, even. Like he understood, instantly, that this was something fragile and important.

“She’s got your nose,” he murmured.

“And your attitude,” San added.

“She’s one day old,” you said.

“Exactly,” Wooyoung grinned. “Already judging us.”

From that moment on, they never really left.

Not during the sleepless nights when your daughter cried for hours and you felt like you were falling apart piece by piece.

Not during the quiet afternoons when she finally slept and you didn’t know what to do with the silence.

Not when the reality of being twenty-five, alone, and responsible for an entire human being hit you like a wave you couldn’t outrun.

San would come over straight from practice, still in sweats, hair damp, exhaustion clinging to him—but he’d take the baby from your arms without a word and tell you to go sleep.

Wooyoung would show up with takeout you didn’t ask for but desperately needed, talking nonstop just to keep you from sinking too far into your own thoughts.

“You’re not doing this alone,” San told you once, firm, unyielding.

And you believed him.

Because he never lied to you.

Your daughter grew up surrounded by them.

By laughter and chaos and too many people in your apartment.

By eight men who treated her like she hung the stars.

Sleepovers at the dorm became a regular thing once she was old enough. You’d drop her off with a bag of clothes and her favourite stuffed bunny, and she’d come back the next day sugar-high and spoiled beyond repair.

“They gave her ice cream before bed,” you accused once.

“It was educational,” Wooyoung defended.

“How is ice cream educational?”

“She learned that happiness exists.”

San snorted from the couch. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You love me.”

San didn’t even hesitate. “Unfortunately.”

But then your daughter waddled over, arms up, demanding to be picked up—and both of them moved at the same time.

They always did.

Somewhere along the way, things shifted.

It was small at first.

Easy to ignore.

The way your daughter started calling for them when she got hurt, even when you were right there.

The way she’d reach for their hands when you went out together, tiny fingers curling around theirs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The way San instinctively buckled her into her car seat.

The way Wooyoung knew exactly which snacks she’d refuse and which ones she’d devour.

They weren’t just your best friends anymore.

They weren’t just “uncles.”

They were… something else.

Something deeper.

Something that made your chest ache in a way you didn’t quite know how to name.

Her second birthday crept up faster than you were ready for.

“Two,” Wooyoung repeated, sprawled across your couch like he lived there. “That’s insane.”

“She was just born yesterday,” San added, sitting on the floor with your daughter as she stacked colourful Duplo blocks with intense concentration.

“You cried,” Wooyoung reminded him.

“You cried.”

“I cried because you were crying.”

You rolled your eyes from the kitchen. “You’re both dramatic.”

“Not true,” Wooyoung shot back. “I’m charming.”

San didn’t look up. “You’re exhausting.”

“Still love me.”

San’s hands stilled for just a second.

“…Yeah,” he said quietly.

You noticed.

You always noticed.

That night, after your daughter was asleep, the three of you sat in the dim glow of your living room.

It was quiet. Rare.

Heavy, somehow.

San leaned back against the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Wooyoung sat cross-legged on the floor, unusually still.

You felt it before anyone said anything.

That shift.

That edge.

“What’s going on?” you asked softly.

They exchanged a look.

A long one.

And suddenly, your heart was racing.

San exhaled slowly. “We need to talk.”

“That sounds terrifying.”

“It might be,” Wooyoung muttered.

You blinked. “Okay… now I’m definitely scared.”

Neither of them laughed.

That’s when you knew this wasn’t small.

San sat up, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “We don’t want to mess anything up,” he said carefully. “That’s the most important thing.”

Wooyoung nodded quickly. “You and her—you’re… everything.”

Your chest tightened.

“Okay,” you said, voice quieter now. “You’re worrying me.”

Another look between them.

Then San spoke.

“I think… somewhere along the way, things changed.”

Your breath caught.

“We didn’t mean for it to,” Wooyoung added. “It just—happened.”

San swallowed. “She’s not just—your daughter—to us anymore.”

Silence.

Thick.

Fragile.

“And you’re not just our best friend,” Wooyoung finished, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart was pounding so loud you were sure they could hear it.

“Are you saying—” you started, but your voice failed.

San nodded, slow, certain. “Yeah.”

Wooyoung let out a shaky breath. “We’re in love with you.”

The room tilted.

Or maybe it was just your world finally aligning with something you’d been too afraid to name.

For a second, none of you moved.

Then you laughed.

Soft. Disbelieving.

Relieved.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, covering your face. “You idiots.”

They froze.

“That’s not—” Wooyoung started, panic creeping in.

“I’ve been in love with you for years,” you interrupted, dropping your hands.

That shut them up.

Completely.

San stared at you like he’d misheard.

Wooyoung’s mouth actually fell open.

“…What?” he said.

You huffed out a breath, shaking your head. “I just figured you didn’t feel the same. Or that it would ruin everything if I said something.”

San stood abruptly, like he couldn’t sit still anymore. “You—”

“I didn’t want to risk losing this,” you added, gesturing between all of you. “Or confusing things for her.”

Wooyoung laughed, a little hysterical. “We’ve been losing our minds for months over this.”

“Try years,” you shot back.

Another silence.

But this one felt different.

Lighter.

Full.

San stepped closer, cautious, like approaching something fragile. “So… what does that mean?”

You looked at them.

At the two men who had never left you.

Who had held you together when you were breaking.

Who loved your daughter like she was their own.

Who loved you.

“Honestly?” you said.

They nodded.

“I don’t want to choose.”

Wooyoung blinked. “Choose?”

You swallowed. “I love both of you.”

That landed.

Hard.

San’s breath hitched.

Wooyoung went very, very still.

“And I know that’s complicated,” you rushed on. “And messy. And maybe impossible. But I can’t pretend I don’t feel it.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Wooyoung looked at San.

San looked back.

Something silent passed between them.

Something that had probably been building just as long as everything else.

Wooyoung let out a slow breath. “It’s not… impossible.”

Your heart skipped.

San nodded. “It’s not.”

You stared at them. “You’re serious?”

Wooyoung gave you a small, almost shy smile. “We already share everything else.”

San huffed. “That’s not how I’d phrase it.”

“But it’s true,” Wooyoung insisted, eyes flicking back to you. “And it’s you.”

San’s gaze softened. “It’s always been you.”

Your chest ached.

Full.

Overwhelming.

“So… what now?” you asked.

Wooyoung grinned, a little of his usual spark returning. “Now?”

San stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him.

“We figure it out,” he said.

Together.

And for the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel so uncertain.

It felt… right.

[soft4changbin]

Us, three times

Woosan x girlfriend!reader

Summary: San and Wooyoung cuddle and joke with you during a movie night, showing just how much love and chaos come with being theirs.

Word count: 807

Notes: For some reason it wouldn’t let me add my dividers 😭

You should’ve known better than to sit between them on the couch.

San’s arm is slung over your shoulder, warm and secure, while Wooyoung has his legs stretched out across your lap, tossing popcorn into his mouth with obnoxious precision.

“This movie is boring,” Wooyoung announces for the third time.

“You picked it,” you remind him, shoving his knee slightly. He only smirks.

“Exactly. That means I’m allowed to criticize it.”

San chuckles into your neck, his lips brushing the skin just enough to make you shiver. “Should’ve gone with my pick.”

“No one wanted to watch three hours of sword fights and dramatic slow-mo.”

“It’s art.”

“It’s testosterone in HD.”

You sigh, reaching for the popcorn, only for Wooyoung to yank the bowl away. “Say please.”

You raise a brow. “Seriously?”

He grins, smug. “Or you can kiss me for it.”

“You are—” You cut yourself off as San gently takes the bowl from Wooyoung with a smooth, practiced motion, passing it to you with a wink.

“See?” he says. “One of us has manners.”

Wooyoung pouts. “Yeah, but one of us is fun.”

“You mean chaotic,” you say, but you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek anyway. He lights up instantly.

“There it is,” he hums, stretching like a cat. “Balance restored.”

You glance between them—San, solid and calm at your side, and Wooyoung, all mischief and sharp grins at your feet. It’s been months since you three fell into this strange, wonderful rhythm. What started as flirty jokes and lingering touches somehow became something steadier, softer. Home, even.

“I like this,” you admit quietly, as the movie drones on in the background. “You two. Us.”

San hums, voice low. “We like you, too.”

Wooyoung kicks his legs slightly, playful. “We’re kind of obsessed, actually. Can’t believe you put up with us.”

“You? Barely.” You pause. “San? He’s the real catch.”

Wooyoung gasps. “You wound me.”

San chuckles. “She’s not wrong.”

“I’m telling Seonghwa you said that.”

“Go ahead,” San says with a smirk. “He agrees.”

You’re giggling before you can stop yourself, curling closer to San while Wooyoung sits up just enough to nuzzle your other side.

“Hey,” he says softly. “You know we’re serious, right? About you.”

“I know,” you whisper.

Wooyoung presses a kiss to your temple. “Good. Because if you ever leave us, I’ll cry. A lot. Ugly tears. San might even write poetry.”

“Hey,” San says, scandalized. “I’d write a whole album.”

“Exactly,” Wooyoung nods. “So don’t leave. We’re too hot to be single again.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “What am I going to do with you two?”

San grins. “Love us forever?”

Wooyoung adds, “And maybe let us have a threesome with that chocolate cake in the fridge?”

You snort. “Wow. Romantics, both of you.”

“Hey, you knew what you signed up for,” Wooyoung winks. “A perfect boyfriend package: one emotionally stable golden retriever,” he gestures at San, “and one unhinged demon with great cheekbones.”

“You forgot the part where both of you snore,” you add.

San gasps. “I don’t snore.”

“You absolutely do,” you and Wooyoung say in unison.

“You know what?” San mutters, pretending to be offended. “No more popcorn. I’m cutting you off.”

“You can’t,” Wooyoung says, leaning closer to you with a conspiratorial whisper. “He loves you too much.”

You smile, warm and content, fingers lacing through both of theirs.

They’re loud, and chaotic, and sometimes it’s like dating two wildly different people at once—but they fit together perfectly. And they fit around you just as easily.

The movie ends and no one notices.

You’re too busy teasing, laughing, stealing kisses and quoting your favorite dirty jokes until you’re all tangled up in each other.

Home never looked like this before.

But it feels exactly right.

[belleeebelleee]

Thanking about being in a poly relationship with San and Wooyoung.

Loving them in secret before it all bubbles over and eventually they find out. Luckily, they love you back and make sure you know it every day from then on.

San and Wooyo live together and just let the public believe its for work. They ask you to move in with them after nine months. San gets down on one knee dramatically with the key to their apartment in a velvet box, following a romantic dinner Wooyoung cooked.

After you move in, San insists on rearranging the apartment so you feel like it’s your home too. He’ll pout until you agree to hang some of your art, clothes, and little trinkets around the place. Wooyoung secretly loves the way the space starts to smell like you.

San knows you guys can't get married, but he gets you all matching rings for your 2 year anniversary. He prepares a heartwrenching speech and tears up while telling you both how much he loves you and wants to be with you forever.

Wooyoung catches him practicing his speech in the bathroom mirror and records it to tease him later, but when the actual moment comes, Wooyoung is crying just as hard.

“You’re my soulmates. Both of you. I know we can’t get married, but… I want you to wear this ring and know you’re my forever.”

Wooyoung convinces you all to get matching tattoos, all placed just over your ribs. Its delicate and emotional and he often presses kisses over the ink gently.

The tattoos become something sacred. Whenever one of you has a bad day, someone will wordlessly trace over the ink, and the others know exactly what it means: you’re safe, you’re loved, you’re ours.

San buys flowers at random just because you smiled at him that morning.

Wooyoung cooks your favorite meals at midnight if you so much as sigh about craving something.

San and Wooyoung are low-key obsessed with showing off your relationship in small, secret ways. Matching jewelry, inside jokes during interviews, subtle touches in public.

When you've all been together for 3+ years, the guys start talking about if its time for kids.

Wooyoung is the one who blurts out, “Let’s have kids."

San is more level headed. "We love each other, we're gonna be together forever. We want to be parents. Let's do it."

The boys decide they don't give a fuck about who's biologically the father, all they care about is getting you pregnant and growing their family. They're on you every chance they get, worshipping you and each other.

“We’ll fill you up every chance we get, baby. You’re gonna carry us both in you—our whole future.”

When you announce you're pregnant, through a cute little pair of soft yellow crochet booties, it takes them hours to stop their tears and laughter.

When you announce your pregnancy, San sobs into your lap while Wooyoung frantically kisses your stomach and swears to take care of both of you. They talk to the baby constantly after that.

During labor, Wooyoung is a steady rock at your side, cracking jokes to calm you, while San is openly weeping and stroking your hair, whispering encouragements like prayers.

When your daughter was finally in your arms, the three of you curled together in the hospital bed, tears and laughter mixing as you pressed kisses across soft baby skin.

Years later, the three of you tell your daughter that she was born from love so big it needed three people to hold it.

[belleeebelleee]

Ours, Finally

You weren’t sure when it happened—when the warmth of friendship with San and Wooyoung became something heavier, something that made your heart ache every time they smiled at you. Maybe it was the way Wooyoung always pulled you into ridiculous dances until you were doubled over in laughter. Or maybe it was how San’s gaze softened whenever you spoke, as if every word out of your mouth mattered more than the air he breathed.

It didn’t matter when. What mattered was the truth: they belonged to each other. Everyone close knew they were dating, even if it wasn’t public. And you… you were just their best friend.

So you started pulling away. Cancelling movie nights, claiming you were too tired to join late-night dinners, keeping your hugs short and your texts briefer. It hurt, but you told yourself it was better than clinging to something that could never be yours.

Only, San and Wooyoung weren’t stupid.

The knocking started softly, polite, hesitant. You ignored it. Then it came again, harder, insistent. “Y/N, open the door,” San’s voice called through the wood.

Your chest tightened. You didn’t want to face them—not like this. But when Wooyoung’s voice followed, sharper, tinged with frustration, “Seriously, open up, Y/N,” you knew it was useless.

Finally, you dragged yourself up and cracked the door open. They were both there—San’s brows furrowed, Wooyoung’s arms crossed like he was holding himself back.

“We’re not leaving,” Wooyoung said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

San stepped closer, brushing past you into your room. “Not until you talk to us,” he added, eyes shimmering, unreadable.

You blinked at them. “Guys, I’m really tired, I—”

“No,” San cut you off, voice shaking slightly. “You’ve been avoiding us for weeks. You disappear after schedules… We don’t know what we did, but we can’t just—ignore it. You’re scaring us, Y/N.”

Wooyoung crouched slightly, eyes glistening. “Do you hate us now?” he asked quietly. “Because that’s what it feels like.”

Your chest constricted. “No! God, no, I could never hate you.”

“Then why?” San pressed, stepping closer, hands twitching like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know if he was allowed. “Tell us what we did so we can fix it.”

Tears blurred your vision. You shook your head, backing up until your knees hit the edge of the bed. “You didn’t do anything. It’s me. It’s always been me.”

Wooyoung’s voice was soft, raw. “Then explain. Please.”

The words clawed their way out before you could stop them. “Because… I’m in love with you. Both of you. And it’s been killing me.”

Silence. Crushing, suffocating silence. You buried your face in your hands, sobs breaking free. “I didn’t want to ruin what you have. I didn’t want you to hate me for feeling this way. So I thought… if I stayed away, it would hurt less—for all of us.”

San’s hands were suddenly on your wrists, tugging gently so he could see your face. His eyes glimmered with unshed tears. “You idiot,” he whispered. “Do you know how long we’ve been waiting for you to say that?”

Your breath hitched. “W-what?”

Wooyoung’s laugh was wet and shaky, relief seeping through it. He sat beside you, wiping your cheeks clumsily with his thumb. “You think we don’t feel the same way? Every time we touch you, every time we see you, it’s been like… holding back because we weren’t sure if you wanted this. But you do, don’t you?”

Your nod was shaky, tears spilling freely. “Yes… yes, I want you. I want you both.”

San leaned in, pressing his lips to yours softly, testing. Your hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer. Wooyoung followed, lips brushing your neck, a gentle heat that made your knees weak.

The kisses came fast, urgent. San cupped your face, tilting your head, deepening the kiss. Wooyoung’s hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him, lips tracing your jaw before crashing against yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. You gasped between them, overwhelmed by the sensation of being wanted, of being loved by both the people who held your heart.

“I’ve— we’ve wanted this for so long,” San whispered against your lips, breath hot, trembling. “You’re ours. Always.”

“We’ve always loved you.” Wooyoung murmured, pressing a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your jaw.

You were a tangle of arms, lips, and whispered confessions, messy and perfect. Your tears mixed with their laughter and quiet sobs, until the room felt impossibly small for the love that filled it.

San kissed your forehead, nose, lips—each press soft and reassuring. Wooyoung’s hands traced your back, your sides, leaving trails of warmth wherever they touched. You kissed them both in turn, unable to decide who to hold first, and they mirrored you, alternating, claiming you with soft desperation.

“I’m yours,” you whispered finally, voice muffled between kisses.

“You’re ours,” San said, voice cracking, pressing his lips against yours again.

“We’ll never let you go,” Wooyoung added, pulling you into his chest, one hand tangled in your hair, the other holding your waist tight.

You melted into them, letting your body relax against the weight of their love. San’s thumbs stroked lightly across your cheeks as if memorizing every curve. Wooyoung’s arms circled your waist, lips ghosting over yours whenever you shifted.

“You have no idea how much we’ve waited for this,” San murmured, forehead resting against yours. “Every time we saw you pull away, it felt like someone was ripping a piece of my chest out.”

“I thought you’d never feel the same,” you whispered, trembling. “I thought… I’d ruin everything if I told you.”

“Ruin?” Wooyoung scoffed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your head. “You could never ruin this. You complete it.”

San kissed the corner of your lips, then your temple, then—finally—your mouth again, slow and lingering. Wooyoung kissed your neck and shoulder, soft nips and featherlight touches that made your knees weaken with every press.

You kissed them back with equal fervor, alternating, showing them you were theirs too—body, heart, soul. Your hands tangled in their hair, across shoulders and backs, anchoring them as they anchored you.

“Stay with us,” San whispered between kisses, voice raw.

“I won’t,” you promised, letting the words tumble out between shudders and soft sobs. “I’ll never leave you. Both of you.”

Wooyoung pressed his lips to yours long and deep, hand resting on the small of your back. San leaned in, tilting your head, lips and teeth and tongue in a tangled symphony of love and need.

Eventually, your breaths hitched in unison, and you collapsed onto the bed, the three of you wrapped around each other like a puzzle finally complete. San’s fingers brushed your cheek, tracing your jawline. Wooyoung nuzzled your hair, pressing light kisses into the strands.

“I think… I could stay here forever,” you whispered, voice tiny but certain.

“You will,” San said immediately. “Forever with us.”

“And we’ll love you every second of it,” Wooyoung added. “You’re ours. All ours. Always.”

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of their hands, lips, and hearts sink in. The ache that had gnawed at you for months melted into dizzying relief. For the first time, you weren’t just their friend. You were loved. Fully. Completely. By both of them.

And you had never felt so safe.

[chrofeisnightmaregf]

Writing some woosan angst and this is the note I left my self the last time I was writing so I knew where to pick back up💀

[skzdust]

You Make Me So Thirsty

Smut. MINORS DNI.

Hello welcome to this random woosan vampire au!! Had a ton of fun with this one, and the Wooyoung arena photoshoot has made me FERAL so you know I had to include him.

Title is from Teeth by Enhypen.

✧✩✮ Summary: You meet San at a club, and he takes you home. Neither of you are expecting his vampire situationship to be waiting there. ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Choi San x fem reader ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Includes: unexpected vampire appearances, nightclub meeting, woosan are weird and kinda toxic but what else is new, "slut", "princess", coming inside (twice! pleaseeeee use a condom irl), doggy, cowboy ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Word count: 2.4k ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife, @tsunderelino, @hyunjinsjeans , @somethingkindazainy , @silverstarburst @atzlordz @breadpuddingboys ✮✩✧

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San’s hands rested gently on your hips, and his thumbs rubbed your sides. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes, having a great time!” You smiled.

“Where did your friends go?” He looked around.

You whipped your head from side to side, the motion making a headache blossom behind your eyes. “They were just right here…”

“We don’t need em.” Even in the low light of the club, you caught his wink, and you could feel yourself growing hot. “You said you’re having fun, right?”

“Yes.” You smiled again.

One of San’s hands moved up to your neck, caressing. You moaned softly as his fingers curled against your nape, pulling you into a kiss.

You’d never kissed a guy the first night meeting him before, but you could already tell San was different. San was special. He was so sweet, making sure you hadn’t been drinking too much and laughing with your friends. And that wasn’t even to mention the tight, short-sleeved black turtleneck he was wearing, showing off his broad shoulders and tiny waist.

He was a great kisser, too, just the right amount of tongue for a first kiss in a club.

He pulled away far too soon, and you made a small, displeased noise.

“Wanna come back to my place for the night?” He said, slightly breathless, and you could see a touch of nerves in the way he blinked, his mouth quirking into a small, hopeful smile.

How could you resist?

“Yes.” You kissed him again. “Yes, San, I would love that.”

You found your friends and promised them you’d keep your phone’s location on the whole night before leaving with San.

As you watched him and that perfect side profile order an uber, you could feel yourself getting excited already at the thought of what you’d be doing in just a few minutes.

You got in the car, and his thumb rubbed the back of your hand as you chatted on the drive to his apartment.

When you got there, to a nice building in a nice part of town, San helped you out of the car and held your hand as you walked inside. It was clear from his demeanor that he was excited, and that he was having a great time with you, and you were returning the energy.

It was all smooth sailing until he unlocked his door, and you walked in after him, and there was a man sitting in his living room, doing something on his phone. He had bleached blond hair with dark streaks falling in his eyes, and a lollipop sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

“Sannie, you’re back, thank god, I’m really fucking thirsty.” He said, looking up. A smile spread on his face. “Oh, who’s this?”

“San?” You looked at him.

“Woo.” San sighed. “Come on, I’m busy, can’t—”

“I said I’m thirsty.” The man’s smile grew bigger. “Can she wait?”

“Can I— what? What’s going on?” You looked between them, more confused by the second.

San closed his eyes, directing his speech to the other man. “Wooyoung, I try to enjoy one nice evening out, and you break into my apartment. Can you wait?”

Wooyoung sat forward, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth with a languid pop that was really far too attractive. He put on a pout. “Oh, come on, you don’t want me to shrivel up and die, do you?”

“You’ll be fine. One night is all I ask. One night.” San sighed.

“Pretty please?” He made his eyes big and his expression sincere.

San looked at you. “Y/n, this is Wooyoung, my— he’s a vampire, and he feeds from me.”

“Huh?” You blinked.

“Oh, look at her, poor thing doesn’t even know what to do with that.” Wooyoung looked at you with faux sympathy.

“I— maybe I should just go.” You backed towards the door. “I don’t mean to interrupt—”

“No!” San said. “No, don’t go, I— I’ll get Woo out of here, he can—”

“Fuck her.” Wooyoung shrugged. “I’ll watch, and—”

“Is this a weird sex thing?” You interrupted. “You pretend to be a vampire, and then—”

“Kinda!” Wooyoung said at the same time as San said “Yes!”

“Yes!” San said again, louder. “Yes, it’s just a pretend— wait, that’s not— that’s not much better, it’s not what it— it’s…” He sighed. “I give up.”

Wooyoung grinned triumphantly. “It is a weird sex thing, but not in the way you think.” He pulled back his lip, showing off long, pointed teeth. “When I bite Sannie, my spit has aphrodisiac properties, it makes him real needy.” He finally stood up, walking over to San to drape himself across his shoulders, looking at you. “Don’t you think neediness would look good on him?”

San whimpered.

You whimpered.

“So you do. You think he’d look so good on his knees, begging.”

You just swallowed, your eyes flickering between Wooyoung and San.

“You wanna watch me bite him?” Wooyoung’s eyes grew heavy, and he nudged San’s neck with his cheek. San moaned, exposing his neck to Wooyoung and closing his eyes tight.

You were frozen in place, unsure of exactly what was happening. You wanted to say that vampires weren’t real, that none of this… well, that wasn’t entirely true, was it?

Wooyoung’s teeth looked pretty real.

Wooyoung laughed, pulling away. San looked at him, then at you, his eyes big.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry to drag you into this, but Wooyoung is… he’s….” San struggled for words.

Wooyoung laughed again. “Irresistible?”

“I was going to go to with insatiable.” San gave him a look.

“That works too.” Wooyoung purred. He looked at you. “Come on, princess, why don’t you come keep Sannie busy while I drink?”

“Wha—what do you mean?” You stammered.

Wooyoung patted the couch. “San, sit down, and you can start kissing y/n. Then I’ll drink, and then we’ll have fun.” His eyes nearly sparkled.

You couldn’t believe what you were doing, but you moved to sit next to San on the couch. He pulled you nearly into his lap, and you squeaked.

“Oh, how precious.” Wooyoung drawled, grabbing one of San’s wrists and licking across it. San moaned.

“I’m— I’m sorry, y/n, I didn’t—” San started.

You cut him off. “San. It’s okay. Your… Wooyoung is really hot, and I really like you, so… yeah. This is okay.”

In response, San pulled you in with his other hand, bringing his lips to yours in a hard kiss.

He moaned loudly into your mouth, and you looked over at his wrist. Wooyoung was biting it aggressively, blood already all over his mouth. He was moaning, too, little “uh-uh-uh”s that made you ache. He looked at you, winking, before he returned to sucking at the veins.

San made a pathetic little noise, and you looked back at him, kissing him again. “I’m sorry, baby, I just was watching Wooyoung for a second.”

“’S okay.” San whimpered. “Just wanted your attention.” He kissed you hungrily, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Wooyoung finished quickly, and he licked San’s wrist a few times before he produced a band-aid from his pocket and gently put it over the punctures.

“Vampire who carries around band-aids.” You snorted.

He gave you a look. “Hey, I do care about my blood donors, enough to keep them healthy. Besides, it tastes off if they’ve got an infection.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Oh.”

Wooyoung smirked, looking past you to San. “Oh, does poor Sannie need something?”

San whined, looking between you and Wooyoung. “I need— I need— I don’t know what I need, but I need it from both of you.”

“Sweet thing.” Wooyoung murmured, leaning forward to caress his cheek. “It’s a good thing I know what you need, then, isn’t it?” He looked at you. “San really gets so desperate when I drink from him. I think part of it is a reaction to my spit, but I think part of it is just that he’s a slut.” He bit out the “t”, and San moaned.

Wooyoung laughed. “What about you, princess, are you a bit of a slut, too?”

“I—” You felt your cheeks go hot. “I don’t— I don’t fuck a lot of guys.”

“That’s not my criteria.” He grinned, glancing between your legs. “Does watching San get more and more turned on get you more and more turned on? Do you just want someone to touch you?” He put on a mocking voice. “Do you want to be my good girl?”

You swallowed, hard, trying to gather yourself.

“So I’ll take that as a yes.” Wooyoung stood up. “San, why don’t you get your pants off, and y/n, why don’t you ride him?”

“Yes, sir.” San breathed.

You nodded, following his lead. “Yes, sir.”

A dusting of pink rose on San’s cheeks as he took his pants and boxers off to reveal his hard cock, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off it. You needed him inside you now.

You got your underwear off under your skirt and waited for San to position himself on the couch. You straddled him, your knees wide. You guided San’s hands to your waist, and they rested there as you lined yourself up with his cock.

Wooyoung giggled. “Oh, San, you really like this girl, don’t you? You think she’s so cute, so hot, so fuckable, and you really wanted to have a nice evening with her.”

“Yes, I did.” San groaned.

“I would say I’m sorry to crash, but I’m really not.” Wooyoung shrugged. “I like bossing you around too much.”

“Wooyoung, can I— can I ride him?” You looked at him.

“Ohhh.” He crooned. “Oh, y/n, you are such a good girl, so obedient and good for me. Yes, ride him.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, sinking down onto his cock, feeling it stretch your dripping hole inch by inch.

“Does that feel good?” Wooyoung came up behind you, pushing his hands beneath your top, feeling all along your skin.

You arched into him. “Yes, Wooyoung, San, your cock is so good, oh my god.”

“Please ride me.” San groaned.

“Yes.” You whispered, bracing yourself against his shoulders before you began to bounce.

Wooyoung’s hands continued to roam across your skin, adding sensation upon sensation. San was so big inside you, and the noises he was making were downright sinful.

To make matters even worse, one of Wooyoung’s hands drifted under your skirt, finding your clit and rubbing it in small circles as you rode San. You moaned, throwing your head back onto Wooyoung’s shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl.” He mumbled. “That’s a good girl.”

As you continued to ride San, Wooyoung’s touches grew more insistent, more aggressive, more possessive. “Come on, good girl, come.” He hissed.

It didn’t take you long to obey his command. You came, hard, your hole clenching around San’s cock.

“I’m gonna—” He choked.

“Come, Sannie.” Wooyoung said, his voice bored. San came, deep inside you, as you finished your orgasm you could feel him filling you up.

You slumped against Wooyoung. “Fuck, that was so good.”

Wooyoung pulled you closer, more gently. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, San.” You leaned forward to kiss him affectionately.

He kissed you back. “Thank you for not running screaming when you saw that a vampire had broken into my apartment.”

You laughed. “I’m really glad I stayed.”

“I am, too.” Wooyoung grinned, his teeth on display. “Because I want to fuck you next.”

He helped you off San, his cum spilling all over the couch. San sighed. “That’s going to suck to try to get out.”

“Whatever.” Wooyoung mumbled. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Your stomach jumped at the thought of what Wooyoung would do to you as you got into position on the couch.

You could feel him behind you, you heard his zipper unzip, and his cock pressed against your hole a few moments later.

You whined involuntarily, arching your back. He laughed. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

He began to push inside you, eased by San’s cum dripping out of you. “Fuck.” He whispered. “God, princess, you’re so tight.”

“You’re so big.” You whimpered. San had been big, but Wooyoung was bigger, you could tell just from feeling him.

“That’s what San likes to say, too, when I fuck him.” Wooyoung gave a breathy laugh. “He’s all, ‘you’re so big, Wooyoung, fit so good inside me.’ It’s pathetic, really.”

“I want to see that.” You said, without thinking.

Wooyoung laughed. “You want to watch me fucking him?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Don’t be ashamed.” San moved in front of you, kissing you languidly as Wooyoung fully seated himself inside you. “You’re welcome back anytime you want.”

“With a cunt like this you’re extra welcome.” Wooyoung pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

You yelped. “Fuck!”

He laughed again. “Princess, we’re just getting started.”

He set a punishing pace, fucking you like he was mad at you, like he was trying to get back at you for something. You were just along for the ride, moaning and whining as he thrust in and out of you.

“Fuck, I’m— I’m gonna come.” He groaned.

It was San’s turn to laugh from where he was playing with your hair. “Can’t last long?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled. “Or I’ll make you.”

“Oh, please do.”

Wooyoung held onto your hips, burying himself all the way inside you before you felt him start to come. You moaned, collapsing onto San.

“That feel good, baby?” He whispered, stroking your hair. “Does he feel good?”

“Yes.”

Wooyoung’s grip loosened, and he pulled out. “Fuck, that felt good.”

“Can—” A knot of anxiety started to form in your stomach. “Can I stay the night?”

“Of course.” San kissed your forehead. “I’d love that.”

You smiled. “Woo, are you staying?”

“Woo doesn’t usually stay the night.” San said with a touch of bitterness.

“Well maybe tonight is the first time.” Wooyoung said. “Just for y/n.”

“Not for me?” San sounded genuinely hurt.

Wooyoung relented. “Maybe a bit for you, too.”

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Good Kitty

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

Request from @oo-li! Your request literally made me so excited and I got kinda self indulgent with where I took it lol, so I really hope you like it! <3 Also it's bouncy au. I have been so fucking obsessed with that mv recently.

Summary: Wooyoung thinks San deserves a prize after winning his fight. Threesome ensues.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Choi San x afab reader

Includes: bouncy au, "kitty", pet play, threesome, clit play, penetrative sex, pleaseeee use a condom irl, face fucking, collars and leashes, cat ears

Word count: 1.5k

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@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst

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Wooyoung gave your leash a tug, nothing too hard, just getting your attention. “Baby?”

“Mm?” You looked up at him.

“Why don’t you start touching yourself for me? I want you nice and desperate once I’m ready for you.” He kept his eyes on the fight, but one corner of his mouth moved up in a smirk.

You sighed in relief. You’d been by his side all night, kneeling on a blanket and waiting patiently for him to give you permission to do anything but wait patiently.

Wooyoung’s star fighter, San, was performing well tonight, and based on how he’d been doing recently, you suspected he’d win. This would be a good thing for you, as Wooyoung would be in a good mood and might actually let you cum. Last time San had lost, you’d been edged for two hours.

You watched San punch the other guy in the face as you put a hand up your skirt. You snuck a glance at Wooyoung, who was leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the ring. “Yes, you can finger yourself.” He said dismissively.

Being his pet had its perks. You got a front row seat to every fight, and they were usually pretty entertaining. He spoiled you, got you nice things to wear. And the sex was nothing short of amazing.

You could barely wait for him to fuck you as you started to finger yourself, first one finger, then two, then three.

“My good kitty.” He absently patted your head, scratching your scalp. You whimpered, and he finally looked at you, smiling. “You like being my good kitty? Excited to get fucked?”

“Yeah.” You whispered.

“San just needs to get one more good hit in and it’s over.” Wooyoung turned his attention back to the fight. “And then I’ll fuck you so good.”

Your fingers, while no comparison to Wooyoung’s cock, moved faster.

San got his hit in, and the other guy fell to the ground, completely knocked out. Wooyoung jumped out of his seat, cheering. He looked at you, handing you the leash. “You can go to the bedroom. I expect you to be all ready by the time I get there.”

You nodded, your eyes lighting up.

You walked through the crowd to the little back door that led to Wooyoung’s room. It was a tidy little room, with a big bed and a nightstand holding enough sex toys to occupy a small army.

You shut the door and pulled one of the nightstand drawers out to get out a little set of cat ears that you clipped into your hair. You took off your top and skirt and spread yourself out on the bed.

When the door opened, it wasn’t just Wooyoung who walked in. San was slightly bloody, dirty, and sweaty, but fuck, he was hot. He smiled at you, his eyes raking down your body.

“Since San won tonight, I thought I’d give him a little reward.” Wooyoung smirked. “You’re okay with that, right, kitty?”

You nodded, your eyes wide. You loved when San joined you. Sometimes Wooyoung treated him like a dom on equal footing, and sometimes he was a pet along with you. It was always different, but Wooyoung was always in charge.

It seemed tonight it would be a mixture, as Wooyoung pulled out a second set of cat ears and put them on San, but nodded at you. “You should be a good pet and fuck our kitty for me, Sannie.” He scratched behind San’s ear, and you bit your lip as San sighed, melting into Wooyoung’s touch. “You were so good for me tonight, I think you deserve a nice tight hole to fuck into.”

You whined, but didn’t say anything. You knew when you were Wooyoung’s pet you’d be punished for speaking, and you were a good kitty.

San turned to look at you, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, kitty. Hands and knees.”

You got into position, and San fucked you with a couple fingers before lining his cock up with your entrance and sinking into you. A hand pushed between your shoulder blades, and you could hear Wooyoung laughing as your face fell into the pillows.

“Look at that arch.” Wooyoung’s hand ghosted along your back. “Such a perfectly submissive fuckpet.”

You moaned, as much at Wooyoung’s words as at San’s cock.

 San began to move, rocking inside you, his cock pushing deep. You could hear Wooyoung and San kissing, and you whined.

“Feeling left out?” San grabbed onto your hips, punctuating the sentence with a hard thrust. “I’d kiss you, too, kitty, but that pretty little face is pushed into the pillow.”

You tried to raise your head, get your arms under you, but Wooyoung just pushed you back down again. “Don’t distract Sannie from fucking you. Be good and take it.”

San fucked you with increasing intensity, until you were practically sobbing into the pillow, your fingers clawing, scrabbling at the sheets for anything to hold onto. Your legs were tingly, you were tearing up, you were a mess.

San was really fucking good at this, and Wooyoung moving around the two of you made it even better. At one point he yanked your head towards him and kissed you, hard, until you’d squeaked at one of San’s thrusts. He’d pulled away, and you’d been expecting a slap or something similar until he kissed your forehead.

He found your clit, and his finger began moving around it. His other hand fisted in your hair, pulling you up so you could hear him. “Fucking slut… good pet. Good fucking pet. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Why don’t you hold back and not cum for me? Think you can do that? I think you can do that. San, fuck her harder.” His finger moved faster, and he moved in close to your ear. “Don’t cum, kitty, got that?”

You whined in agreement, arching back against him. It was so much sensation, so much stimulation, it was all you could do not to cum right then.

“Don’t cum, don’t cum…” Wooyoung’s voice lilted, mocking you.

You couldn’t stop it. You came.

San kept fucking you, Wooyoung kept moving his finger, keeping you stimulated through your orgasm. It felt like fireworks were going off in your legs, and you shook. They continued as you came down from your high.

Wooyoung clicked his tongue. “Kitty… I specifically told you not to cum. You’re gonna have to make up for that, you know. San, pull out. You can have her mouth.”

They dragged you down the bed into position: hands and knees again, but this time, you were close to the edge of the bed. San thrust into your mouth, and Wooyoung slid into your pussy.

They fucked you without any kind of rhythm, your body jerking back and forth as they moved in and out of you. You shut your eyes, along for the ride. Spit dripped down your chin as San hit the back of your throat with each thrust, and there was an obscene wet slapping sound as Wooyoung fucked your pussy.

There wasn’t any kind of rhyme or reason to this, but you were in so deep you didn’t care. It felt so fucking good to be used by them that you would’ve done about anything at that point if they’d just keep going.

Wooyoung grunted a few times. “So fucking tight, even after Sannie was just inside you. Can you taste yourself on his cock?”

San tangled his fingers in your hair to keep you in place as he kept going. “I don’t mean to be so rough, baby, but your mouth is just… fuck, it feels so good. I can’t help myself. You understand, right?”

You came again, at the same time as San, who pulled out of your mouth to cum all over your face. It dripped off of you as he gently combed his hand through your hair. “Is Woo fucking you so good, baby?”

“Mhm.” You whined, leaning into his touch even as the aftershocks of your orgasm still arced through you. “Good, Sannie.”

“Beautiful kitty. Woo’s gonna cum and then… and then we’ll see what he wants to do, okay? You can talk, if you like.”

You nodded, pushing yourself back onto Wooyoung’s cock. “He feels so good.”

“Fuck.” Wooyoung’s pace stammered. “I’m so close, kitty. So good for me.”

It wasn’t long before he came inside you with a groan. You whimpered through his orgasm.

Slowly, Wooyoung pulled out, and you could feel his cum dripping out of you. You fell on your side, breathing hard.

“Perfect kitty.” Wooyoung moved to spoon you, and San cuddled you from the front. You closed your eyes, so content in their presence you could’ve fallen asleep, and in fact you might have if Wooyoung hadn’t started to touch your clit again.

You whined, squirming.

“I told you I’d have to punish you, didn’t I?” Wooyoung whispered mischievously. “That means you don’t stop until I say stop.”

“Yes, sir.” You pushed back into his hand.

“Look at you.” He laughed softly. “You still want it. Needy little kitty.”

You knew Wooyoung could be sadistic. He’d fuck you into overstimulation and past it until you were begging for mercy. He’d use San to help overwhelm your body.

And you’d enjoy every second of it.