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Sails and Anchors pt. 4 (FINAL)

pairing: captain!hongjoong x barmaid!reader

genre: smut

wc: 3k

warnings: fighting, a chase scene, sexy scenes

Part 4 - Raise the Anchor

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Hongjoong’s last words echoed throughout your mind for weeks. It was no surprise that after the commotion he caused he disappeared, yet again. You hadn’t heard from seonghwa since then and you dare not reach out to him either. Keeping a low profile was now your main priority but you wondered why seonghwa hadn’t visited you if he was so concerned about your well-being.

A busying pace lasted for as long as you could remember at the bar, not that you were complaining but there was almost no time for you to rekindle your connection with the woman who told you about your sudden inheritance. You decided to take some time off from the bar to pay the city a visit.

“Come sit, darling,” she ushers you to sit.

“My apologies for not visiting you earlier,” you mention.

“Nonsense, I know you are a busy woman. Let us get to the specifics now, shall we?” she says walking into the room with a large tray with a full pot of tea and two small teacups.

“I’m going to be very blunt with you. Your father was very loved by the city. His charity, successful investments and other great feats were building blocks of his career. But as there are persons who love, so are there the ones with jealousy and envy in their hearts. I’m warning you, there will be many persons who will try to come into your life now that he has passed because you are now the sole inheritor of his wealth. Do with that statement what you please, but don’t say I didn’t mention this to you earlier.”

Her stern chat with you had you pensive for the journey back home. It was no secret that your father had assets and a great investment portfolio but you never grew up eating on a silver platter. You had somewhat of a normal life. You started thinking about everyone you had met since the passing of your father.

Were they being nice to me only because of who my father was?

What do they even think they would get from me?

Many thoughts spiraled through your mind.

That was until you saw seonghwa… patrolling the city, walking in your direction.

Suddenly, a hand is plastered over your mouth and you’re pulled into a dark alley way. A mysterious man with the wide-brimmed hat, similar to that of your old lovers’, manages to enter your line of sight. But you realize gaze that now holds you is far from familiar.

He shushes you as he pulls you further into the darkness to conceal the both of you.

“Time’s running out boss… have you decided yet?”

“Give me a few more days. She’s more valuable to us alive.”

You notice the two figures pass by and to your surprise, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Seonghwa and one of his comrades walk past the both of you, failing to recognize your presence in the alley. Confused and scared, you had no idea what to process first. The fact that you made sweet love to Seonghwa and now he is possibly plotting to kill you or that an absolute stranger is holding you against your will in a very suspicious location.

He waits for Seonghwa and the other man to walk a fair distance from you both before asking you a question, “If I let you go, will you promise not to scream or run? I need to speak to you urgently,” Nodding your head furiously, he gently releases his grasp on you and you slowly turn around to face the unidentified man.

“My name is Jongho. I work for Hongjoong. He sent me here to protect you. I must get you back home before I explain anymore details. Please, trust me. We have no time to waste.”

As if you had any say in the matter, you were back home in your study with Jongho. He explained to you that it was to dangerous for Hongjoong himself to explain the mischief that has been going on in the city. Seonghwa was a rogue military assassin. He had been doing undercover jobs and many instances of racketeering. He told you about how the old government had hired Seonghwa to infiltrate the lives of prominent businessmen in order to swindle funds from them. You so happened to be one of his targets. He never wanted you, he only wanted to get his hands on your inheritance to keep the corrupt old governors happy while filling his pocket. It was a crude story of scheming alliances that was way too technical for you to understand but the main concern to you was that Seonghwa was after you. You had no idea how, when or what plan he was devising but you were in grave danger.

After a busy night at the tavern, you soothe your aching muscles from behind the counter as you watch your barmaids tidy up for the night. Putting the glasses on the shelves, arranging stools and tables and packing away liquor bottles, you have a seat and meditate on the day as the roars of drunken men have subsided.

Eventually you bid farewell to your workers and return to your study upstairs. As you close the door behind you, a familiar scent hits your nose and suddenly, your pores raise as you recognize its origin.

Seonghwa’s cologne.

“Hello darling…”

You slowly turn around, trying your best to hide the fear on your face. You could cut the tension in the room with a dull butter knife.

“Seonghwa… what are you doing here?” you ask hesitantly.

“Just paying you a late night visit. That’s all. How have you been doing?” he asks, slowly walking toward you.

“F-fine, I’m fine,” you stammered out to him.

How the hell did he even get in here? Was he waiting in your room all night long?

It was like an alarm went off in your brain. Flight or fight responses kicking in. You knew this man was going to hurt you. You knew he wanted you hold you captive and there was no one around to help you. All those times that Seonghwa spent with you as a lie. A scheming plot to get hold of money. You had to escape, but how? You couldn’t run downstairs, you had no weapon up your skirt.

What the hell am I going to do?

You lunge at Seonghwa and he draws his knife but you knee him in the groin. As he clutches his nether region, you run towards your bedroom window and jump. Adrenaline pumping, you dress linens dancing in the wind of your descent were luckily spotted by Jongho who was ironically on his way to visit you. You could thank your lucky stars when you feel his hands around you as you both find yourselves laid on the stony pathway. You grab Jongho’s hands with haste as you stand up, dragging him away from your tavern.

“We need to hide!”

The both of you scuffle to a dark alley way, similar to that of one which you had both met previously.

“It’s Seonghwa,” you whisper, “he was in my study… he- he tried to kill me,” you whisper as you try to catch your breath.

“We should leave.”

“What do you mean leave?”

“You need to leave this place. It’s not safe for you here anymore,” Jongho insists.

“I can’t leave?! What about my business? What about my workers?”

“You can’t have a business if you’re dead.”

He grabs you by the hand and leads you through the burrows of the outskirts of the city. He covers your head so as to not expose your identity to any of Seonghwa’s men who may be lurking. Eventually you both arrive at the very end of the dock. It’s lonely and dark, with the only light source coming from a decent-sized ship in front of you and the moonlight. As if your arrival was expected, the men on the ship immediately start assembling the gangway for you and Jongho.

“Stop right there! You filthy bastard pirates stop right there!!”

Men.

Seonghwa’s men to be specific, were now emerging from the darkness.

You were being followed.

You and Jongho scramble onto the steps as the crewmen yanked you over and removed the gangway. Jongho sheltered your head and hurried you into the cabin. Clicking noises fade in the distance as the crewmen load their guns and booming shots fill the air.

“RAISE THE ANCHOR!” you hear someone yell.

With his hand on your covered head, Jongho shields you to a storage room in the ship and hides you in an old wooden cupboard. Desperate and afraid, you could do nothing but sit and listen to the gunshots and commands being belted out.

Meanwhile, the deck was chaotic. Rogue officers began climbing the ship just to get aboard only to unfortunately be shot down by the crewmen who were dressed more like militants than pirates. Those who were successful in scaling the large wooden ship were given a fatal beating. But they were good at what they did, and not a single man was able to get to you. It was safe to say that the mission put together by Seonghwa and his men was indeed a great failure.

Thirty minutes later, you feel the ship begin to sway and almost causes you to tumble out of the cupboard. With your brows covered in cold sweat and butterflies multiplying in your belly, you decide to risk your exit as the sound of blasting gunshots had ceased.

You grabbed a rusty kitchen knife and slightly cracked the door open only to see Jongho again, in transit to see you and inform you that the captain was waiting to see you.

The captain…

You cautiously followed Jongho upstairs the to captain’s quarters, where he excused himself and ushered you to enter the wooden door.

And there he was, standing, looking out of the small window in his room as his ship now sailed away from that forbidden city. He turned around and walked up to you with a deadly slow pace. Upon reaching your body, he raised a hand to cup your face making you look him in eyes.

“My sweet girl. I finally have you here with me,” he whispered while softly caressing your cheek.

You remain silent. His gentle touch brought back violent memories of his abandonment. The same touch you yearned for for years, now left a bad taste on your tongue.

“Why did you do all this?” you ask, avoiding his gaze. “The spies, the chaos. Why couldn’t you just leave me be.”

“You know why” he responds, “I told you about him. I always knew the kind of man he was. How could I leave you in that place knowing that his sick mind was plotting against you.”

“So how much of it do you want…”

“I’m not sure of what you’re asking me, darling.”

“How much of it do you want… You wouldn’t have saved me if it meant that some sort of compensation was offered.”

Hongjoong chuckles and slowly steps back.

“You do know that I do not love you any less than the day that I first met you, right? It was my fault for leaving, I acknowledge that. But it didn’t make me care about you any less. On my voyages, all I could think about was your smile, our conversations, laughing at all our silly jokes… I- I had never felt such attachment to anyone or anything in my life before I met you,: he says holding his gaze at the floor.

“The odds just didn’t seem to work in my favor whenever I was in that cursed city. I had to be discreet and you know that. I couldn’t show my face on Seonghwa’s ground, else I’d be in big trouble. That’s where Jongho came in. I knew he was capable enough to keep you safe in case something like this were to happen. Luckily enough, we were docked here when this whole scenario took place, or else… you might not have been here with us right now.”

You lean onto an old wooden wardrobe in the room and eagerly listen to his explanation. The fear and anger slowly dissipated from your mind.

“I know I’ve done some questionable things in the past… things that I will never expect you to forgive me for. But this… this is all I ever wanted for you, for us. Just being here with you, the one thing that we couldn’t do for years.

If you choose to never love me again, I knew that the least I could do was protect you from people like Seonghwa.

As for your question, I’ve seen many places in my lifetime. I’ve experienced many things and encountered wealth beyond my understanding. And despite all those things, I still longed for you beside me. Your love was priceless compared to all those things.“

Hongjoong walks towards you and wraps an arm around your waist with his hand on your cheek once more, holding you mere inches away from his face.

“Stay with me, please. As long as I live, I will protect you.”

As the gap between your faces close, you feel his lips press against yours and the grip on your waist tighten so much as if he was preventing you from running away. Memories flash in your mind from the first time you kissed him. It felt like you were finally home.

Deepening the kiss, a slow and careful tread to his bed ensued. He pinned you down gently but his grip was strong. Taling your wrists in his hands, his head dipped into the crook of your neck to leave a trail of dark red bruises along your exposed skin.

Your breathing heightened as you grabbed onto his silky white shirt for support. Slowly, you felt your dress being pulled lower, to reveal your breasts. It had been indeed a while since you were exposed to anyone, especially like this. But you couldn’t hide due to your restraints. You felt a warm sensation engulf your nipples and Hongjoong groaned against your chest upon hearing your noises caused by his minstrations.

“H-hongjoong…”

“Mmmmm- yes my dear?”

“I need you. I-I need you now… please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Tell me exactly what you want, princess,” he whispers in your ear.

“I need you inside me, please. I miss having your cock inside me.”

Like a moth to a flame, no extra thought was spared. He immediately ripped your flimsy dress off of you and planted kisses down your torso. Very soon, his hands leave your wrists and begin parting your legs wide open, giving him a full view. You could see his bulge practically bursting from his trousers’ seams.

You feel his hands drape down the sides of your legs until you feel him play the hem of your lace panties.

“May I…?”

“Yes, please dear God.”

You watched as he slowly pulled the white fabric from your legs, now suspended in the air.

Lowering his head, you feel his tongue swipe across the one place you need it the most, causing your body to jolt as you let out a needy shriek. Your hands reach down to grip his soft locks, pushing him into you even deeper. You feel his slick muscle enter you with his thumb lightly massaging your sensitive bud. Pure ecstasy flooded your mind as you felt fingers reach up to play with your breasts.

“C-coming, i’m coming,”

Pulling himself away, he trailed kisses back up to your neck. For sure you would have to hide a few marks tomorrow morning.

You feel his naked member brush along your folds signaling his readiness.

“I need you. Give it to me,” you pleaded with Hongjoong, arms wrapped around his neck.

Slowly you feel him breach your walls, a pain so sweet now filling you up. Oh how you missed this feeling, how you craved it. He knew how badly you needed it. Climbing over you, Hongjoong tilted his pelvis and quickened his pace. A pace so rapid, that your pleasure was too abundant to hear the squeaking bedframe. What you do hear is hongjoong’s heavy groans as he buried his head in the crook of your neck as he slammed into your weeping cunt.

Soon you feel him hit the sweet spot inside of you and your climax was fast approaching. With a few more strokes you whimpered as you contracted around his cock, desperately gripping onto hongjoong’s back.

“Cum for me, darling,” he demands with his face right above yours, eyes piercing into your soul.

“I love you…” you whisper.

“I love you too baby.”

Noises of desperation left your mouth as you reached your high. Hongjoong took the initiative to sit up and hold your legs spread as he watched your body recoil from his thrusts.

“Almost there baby-”

A few seconds later you feel a warm sensation fill you up and the weight of you lover now heavy on top of you. With the both of you exhausted and out of breath, you lay there a while. Drowsiness almost took over your body until you feel a warm embrace cleaning up the mess between your legs and water being coaxed at your lips.

There was no worry in the world for you anymore. Your mind was in absolute bliss. The world could come crumbling down and you would not care. All that mattered was that you were with the one person you loved the most. He was here for you now and there was no looking back.

~ The rustling of the waves colliding with the ship woke you the next morning. Rising to your feet, you walked out into the open deck of the ship where you spotted your lover sitting at the bow of the ship. With a subtle smile, you meet him there. Hongjoong stands to embrace your warm figure, slowly pulls something out of his pocket and kneels before you.

A ring. Encrusted with the finest gems you ever saw. You didn’t care where it came from. It was yours now.

“Stay with me, forever, please. I promise I will never let you out of my sight from now on.”

Placing the jewelry on your finger, he encapsulates his love with a kiss. A gesture to commence the years of adventure to come for the both of you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a/n: happily ever after the end. feel free to reblog/tag ur friends <3

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lemontreefantasy · 5 months

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Sails and Anchors pt. 4 (FINAL)

pairing: captain!hongjoong x barmaid!reader

genre: smut

wc: 3k

warnings: fighting, a chase scene, sexy scenes

Part 4 - Raise the Anchor

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Come sit, darling,” she ushers you to sit.

“My apologies for not visiting you earlier,” you mention.

“Nonsense, I know you are a busy woman. Let us get to the specifics now, shall we?” she says walking into the room with a large tray with a full pot of tea and two small teacups.

Were they being nice to me only because of who my father was?

What do they even think they would get from me?

Many thoughts spiraled through your mind.

That was until you saw seonghwa… patrolling the city, walking in your direction.

He shushes you as he pulls you further into the darkness to conceal the both of you.

“Time’s running out boss… have you decided yet?”

“Give me a few more days. She’s more valuable to us alive.”

“My name is Jongho. I work for Hongjoong. He sent me here to protect you. I must get you back home before I explain anymore details. Please, trust me. We have no time to waste.”

Seonghwa’s cologne.

“Hello darling…”

You slowly turn around, trying your best to hide the fear on your face. You could cut the tension in the room with a dull butter knife.

“Seonghwa… what are you doing here?” you ask hesitantly.

“Just paying you a late night visit. That’s all. How have you been doing?” he asks, slowly walking toward you.

“F-fine, I’m fine,” you stammered out to him.

How the hell did he even get in here? Was he waiting in your room all night long?

What the hell am I going to do?

“We need to hide!”

The both of you scuffle to a dark alley way, similar to that of one which you had both met previously.

“It’s Seonghwa,” you whisper, “he was in my study… he- he tried to kill me,” you whisper as you try to catch your breath.

“We should leave.”

“What do you mean leave?”

“You need to leave this place. It’s not safe for you here anymore,” Jongho insists.

“I can’t leave?! What about my business? What about my workers?”

“You can’t have a business if you’re dead.”

“Stop right there! You filthy bastard pirates stop right there!!”

Men.

Seonghwa’s men to be specific, were now emerging from the darkness.

You were being followed.

“RAISE THE ANCHOR!” you hear someone yell.

You grabbed a rusty kitchen knife and slightly cracked the door open only to see Jongho again, in transit to see you and inform you that the captain was waiting to see you.

The captain…

You cautiously followed Jongho upstairs the to captain’s quarters, where he excused himself and ushered you to enter the wooden door.

“My sweet girl. I finally have you here with me,” he whispered while softly caressing your cheek.

You remain silent. His gentle touch brought back violent memories of his abandonment. The same touch you yearned for for years, now left a bad taste on your tongue.

“Why did you do all this?” you ask, avoiding his gaze. “The spies, the chaos. Why couldn’t you just leave me be.”

“You know why” he responds, “I told you about him. I always knew the kind of man he was. How could I leave you in that place knowing that his sick mind was plotting against you.”

“So how much of it do you want…”

“I’m not sure of what you’re asking me, darling.”

“How much of it do you want… You wouldn’t have saved me if it meant that some sort of compensation was offered.”

Hongjoong chuckles and slowly steps back.

You lean onto an old wooden wardrobe in the room and eagerly listen to his explanation. The fear and anger slowly dissipated from your mind.

If you choose to never love me again, I knew that the least I could do was protect you from people like Seonghwa.

Hongjoong walks towards you and wraps an arm around your waist with his hand on your cheek once more, holding you mere inches away from his face.

“Stay with me, please. As long as I live, I will protect you.”

“H-hongjoong…”

“Mmmmm- yes my dear?”

“I need you. I-I need you now… please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Tell me exactly what you want, princess,” he whispers in your ear.

“I need you inside me, please. I miss having your cock inside me.”

You feel his hands drape down the sides of your legs until you feel him play the hem of your lace panties.

“May I…?”

“Yes, please dear God.”

You watched as he slowly pulled the white fabric from your legs, now suspended in the air.

“C-coming, i’m coming,”

Pulling himself away, he trailed kisses back up to your neck. For sure you would have to hide a few marks tomorrow morning.

You feel his naked member brush along your folds signaling his readiness.

“I need you. Give it to me,” you pleaded with Hongjoong, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Cum for me, darling,” he demands with his face right above yours, eyes piercing into your soul.

“I love you…” you whisper.

“I love you too baby.”

Noises of desperation left your mouth as you reached your high. Hongjoong took the initiative to sit up and hold your legs spread as he watched your body recoil from his thrusts.

“Almost there baby-”

A ring. Encrusted with the finest gems you ever saw. You didn’t care where it came from. It was yours now.

“Stay with me, forever, please. I promise I will never let you out of my sight from now on.”

Placing the jewelry on your finger, he encapsulates his love with a kiss. A gesture to commence the years of adventure to come for the both of you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a/n: happily ever after the end. feel free to reblog/tag ur friends <3

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lemontreefantasy · 5 months

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Sails and Anchors pt. 4 (FINAL)

pairing: captain!hongjoong x barmaid!reader

genre: smut

wc: 3k

warnings: fighting, a chase scene, sexy scenes

Part 4 - Raise the Anchor

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Come sit, darling,” she ushers you to sit.

“My apologies for not visiting you earlier,” you mention.

“Nonsense, I know you are a busy woman. Let us get to the specifics now, shall we?” she says walking into the room with a large tray with a full pot of tea and two small teacups.

Were they being nice to me only because of who my father was?

What do they even think they would get from me?

Many thoughts spiraled through your mind.

That was until you saw seonghwa... patrolling the city, walking in your direction.

He shushes you as he pulls you further into the darkness to conceal the both of you.

“Time’s running out boss… have you decided yet?”

“Give me a few more days. She’s more valuable to us alive.”

“My name is Jongho. I work for Hongjoong. He sent me here to protect you. I must get you back home before I explain anymore details. Please, trust me. We have no time to waste.”

Seonghwa’s cologne.

“Hello darling...”

You slowly turn around, trying your best to hide the fear on your face. You could cut the tension in the room with a dull butter knife.

“Seonghwa... what are you doing here?” you ask hesitantly.

“Just paying you a late night visit. That’s all. How have you been doing?” he asks, slowly walking toward you.

“F-fine, I’m fine,” you stammered out to him.

How the hell did he even get in here? Was he waiting in your room all night long?

What the hell am I going to do?

“We need to hide!”

The both of you scuffle to a dark alley way, similar to that of one which you had both met previously.

“It’s Seonghwa,” you whisper, “he was in my study... he- he tried to kill me,” you whisper as you try to catch your breath.

“We should leave.”

“What do you mean leave?”

“You need to leave this place. It’s not safe for you here anymore,” Jongho insists.

“I can’t leave?! What about my business? What about my workers?”

“You can’t have a business if you’re dead.”

“Stop right there! You filthy bastard pirates stop right there!!”

Men.

Seonghwa’s men to be specific, were now emerging from the darkness.

You were being followed.

“RAISE THE ANCHOR!” you hear someone yell.

You grabbed a rusty kitchen knife and slightly cracked the door open only to see Jongho again, in transit to see you and inform you that the captain was waiting to see you.

The captain…

You cautiously followed Jongho upstairs the to captain’s quarters, where he excused himself and ushered you to enter the wooden door.

“My sweet girl. I finally have you here with me,” he whispered while softly caressing your cheek.

You remain silent. His gentle touch brought back violent memories of his abandonment. The same touch you yearned for for years, now left a bad taste on your tongue.

“Why did you do all this?” you ask, avoiding his gaze. “The spies, the chaos. Why couldn’t you just leave me be.”

“You know why” he responds, “I told you about him. I always knew the kind of man he was. How could I leave you in that place knowing that his sick mind was plotting against you.”

“So how much of it do you want…”

“I’m not sure of what you’re asking me, darling.”

“How much of it do you want... You wouldn’t have saved me if it meant that some sort of compensation was offered.”

Hongjoong chuckles and slowly steps back.

“The odds just didn’t seem to work in my favor whenever I was in that cursed city. I had to be discreet and you know that. I couldn’t show my face on Seonghwa’s ground, else I’d be in big trouble. That’s where Jongho came in. I knew he was capable enough to keep you safe in case something like this were to happen. Luckily enough, we were docked here when this whole scenario took place, or else... you might not have been here with us right now.”

You lean onto an old wooden wardrobe in the room and eagerly listen to his explanation. The fear and anger slowly dissipated from your mind.

“I know I’ve done some questionable things in the past... things that I will never expect you to forgive me for. But this... this is all I ever wanted for you, for us. Just being here with you, the one thing that we couldn’t do for years.

If you choose to never love me again, I knew that the least I could do was protect you from people like Seonghwa.

Hongjoong walks towards you and wraps an arm around your waist with his hand on your cheek once more, holding you mere inches away from his face.

“Stay with me, please. As long as I live, I will protect you.”

“H-hongjoong…”

“Mmmmm- yes my dear?”

“I need you. I-I need you now… please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Tell me exactly what you want, princess,” he whispers in your ear.

“I need you inside me, please. I miss having your cock inside me.”

You feel his hands drape down the sides of your legs until you feel him play the hem of your lace panties.

“May I…?”

“Yes, please dear God.”

You watched as he slowly pulled the white fabric from your legs, now suspended in the air.

“C-coming, i’m coming,”

Pulling himself away, he trailed kisses back up to your neck. For sure you would have to hide a few marks tomorrow morning.

You feel his naked member brush along your folds signaling his readiness.

“I need you. Give it to me,” you pleaded with Hongjoong, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Cum for me, darling,” he demands with his face right above yours, eyes piercing into your soul.

“I love you…” you whisper.

“I love you too baby.”

Noises of desperation left your mouth as you reached your high. Hongjoong took the initiative to sit up and hold your legs spread as he watched your body recoil from his thrusts.

“Almost there baby-”

A ring. Encrusted with the finest gems you ever saw. You didn’t care where it came from. It was yours now.

“Stay with me, forever, please. I promise I will never let you out of my sight from now on.”

Placing the jewelry on your finger, he encapsulates his love with a kiss. A gesture to commence the years of adventure to come for the both of you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a/n: happily ever after the end. feel free to reblog/tag ur friends <3

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satoru loves fat pussy’s. he likes the extra layer of fat surrounding your clitoris and he loves even more when you spread your lips with two fingers while the other two work on rubbing your clit. what he likes even more is spreading your lips himself and then licking and flicking your clit with his tongue. with your pussy spread apart, it means that he can freely make out with your cunt until you’re pushing his head away… which is his goal

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Just realized this hit 350+ notes omg???? Part 4 is almost done so stay tuned hehe ♡

Sails and Anchors

pairing: captain!hongjoong x barmaid!reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst, pirate!au

wc: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of robbery, knives

Part 1 – Abandon Ship

Every so often captain kim hongjoong would return to land with his crewmates to take a short rest from the treacherous seas. No matter how long or short his visits were, he was sure to find himself at the town’s most popular bar among the fisherfolk, where all the merchants, pirates and fishermen tend to have a drink or two amongst their travels. However, while everyone else’s priorities were fixated on drinking their sorrows away or celebrating their jollies, the captain’s intentions were a little different.

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The Library of Illusion — Lord of the Castle on the Hill

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➮ feudal lord!San × fem!Reader

wc: 7.2k

summary: Stumbling into the history section, Y/N soon learns she has somehow infiltrated the palace of a very wealthy feudal lord but instead of having her imprisoned or executed, the lord asks her to dine with him. The very handsome lord.

genres/themes/au: smut; fantasy, historical drama, feudal era, Joseon era; non idol au, historical drama au, feudal/Joseon era au

warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, implied alcohol consumption, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: this wasn’t easy to write. I had to restart it a couple times but finally, I found something I liked and stuck with it. A special shout out to my lovely bestie Sky☁️ cause I know you'll read this. Enjoy your San smut cause Jongho is coming ;) thank you all so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: waterplay (fooling around in a hot spring. do not do this lol), fingering (f receiving), edging/orgasm control, oral (f receiving), face riding (m receiving), nipple play (f receiving), light impact play (spanking, pussy slapping), marking (f receiving, m receiving), possessive!San, very light knife play (San uses a knife to cut open the front of Y/N's dress), use of pet names (baby, kitten, kitty, sweetheart), lace kink (if you squint), unprotected sex (wrap it up), cumplay (San cums on her ass and pussy and pushes some into her), and I think I got all of it. If I missed anything, please let me know!

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“I trust you were successful?”

You walked over to the desk, climbing the few steps to drop the second key on the desk before Seonghwa who looked down at the metal before looking back up with a smile. “Perfect,” he said, moving to scoop up the key and place it back inside the box before looking back up at you.

“Where to next?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. You narrowed your eyes down at him. “That’s it?” You asked, anger flowing through your veins. After what you’ve been through? That’s all he had to say?

Seonghwa stared innocently up at you.

“I’m sorry?” he asked as you walked around the desk, reaching forward to grab the front of his shirt. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through!?” You screamed, fist shaking as Seonghwa stared up at you with wide eyes.

“Aliens and spiders and massive spider creatures! Do you know what I’ve had to do to get these keys?! And you have the audacity to act like I’m just walking in there and grabbing the key before coming back!”

Seonghwa let out a sigh but you weren’t finished yet. Not by a long shot.

“I watched a man get ripped in half! I thought he was dead!”

You gestured down at your appearance. “I still have his blood all over me!”

“I’m the one out there in the field while you sit here comfortably and wait for me to come back so you can offer some witty and sarcastic remark while I’m risking my fucking life?!”

You were beyond pissed but you failed to see that Seonghwa was beyond annoyed.

In a flash, he stood up, grabbing your wrist and twisting your arm before pushing you over onto the desk, pinning you down.

“Do not test my patience, mortal,” he hissed, the heat from his breath fanning over the back of your neck. “I’m entirely aware of everything you’re doing out there. I see everything that happens in this library,” he continued in a low, gravelly voice.

“Never forget that.”

He let go of your arm, allowing you to stand up and turn to face him. You rubbed your wrist, glaring at him as your chest heaved. Seonghwa stared back just as angrily. “Now,” he said in a much calmer tone, moving to stand in front of the desk and turn to look at you.

“Where to next?”

You looked away, blinking back tears as you looked at the doors before settling on one. “That one,” you said, pointing to a door with a sign above it that read History.

Seonghwa nodded wordlessly and walked over to the door, waiting for you to join him. When you finally did, he unlocked the door and opened it. “Your life is less likely to be in danger here,” he explained as he held the door open. “Of course, it’s never safe,” he added. “You’ll never be safe in the Library.”

You walked past him into the dark hallway. “But at least there won’t be aliens or giant spider creatures,” he added as you glanced back at him. “Tread carefully,” he continued. “This may not be the science fiction or horror sections, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be any easier. Man is sometimes the most dangerous beast you’ll face.”

With that, Seonghwa shut the door with a soft click and you were left to your own devices. You turned and started down the corridor, just as before, the shelves lined your path, books and stacks of paper filling each shelf.

As you walked, the corridor seemed to grow darker and darker and as you stepped forward the books and shelves were gone in the blink of an eye and instead you were standing in a long hallway lined with rice paper walls.

Looking around, you saw lanterns providing light outside the walls and you surmised it was night time wherever you had been transported. Continuing on, your boots echoed against the wooden floor. Not a soul in sight as you went on.

You finally reached the end of the hall and slid open the door. Beyond was a vast courtyard complete with a rock garden, manicured bushes, trees, and even a beautiful pond with a small gazebo.

You walked down the stone steps and looked around. You were inside some sort of castle complex. A palace it seemed. As you continued on, you looked around, noticing how the only light came from lanterns and the moon. Not even the stars were visible which you found strange.

‘Where am I? Why aren’t there any stars?’

“You there!” A voice called, causing you to jump and turn around.

A man stood behind you, dressed in armor. ‘A guard?’

“Who are you?” The man asked. “How did you get in here?”

You found yourself unable to speak, too stunned.

Backing away slowly, the man seemed to think you were about to bolt. “Halt!”

Following your gut, you took off in the opposite direction.

‘Curse that damn Seonghwa.’

You darted through the garden, dodging plants and rocks as you went. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw your pursuer was joined by another guard.

You jumped over a low stone wall and turned the corner only to run into another guard who was quick to grab you. The other two caught up as the one pinned your arms behind your back and your wrists were quickly bound.

“Bring her to the Lord!”

You were hoisted up to your feet and pushed along as two guards led the way while the third, the one that caught you, brought up the rear.

The walk across the complex was short and the maze of corridors long until the doors were opened and you were pushed into a room full of men. All the men were wearing robes of varying colors as they looked up from papers and towards the door as you were shown in.

“What’s this?” one of the men, an older gentleman with a pointed gray beard asked, looking from the guards to you and back. “Found her near the garden,” the first guard said. “She tried to run but we caught her.”

Another man looked up from his papers, thick brows furrowing in anger. “A spy!” he roared. You shook your head. “I’m not a spy!” you shouted only for a heavy blow to hit your stomach, causing you to double over in pain. “Silence!”

“You know what we do to spies,” the gray bearded man sneered.

“Execution!” another man shouted to murmurs of excitement.

You looked up, eyes wide with fear. ‘Seriously? Safer? Fuck you, Seonghwa!’

“Yes, execution!” an older man with white hair and facial hair cried. As the shouts for your execution grew, another voice rang out.

“SILENCE!”

You glanced up to the front of the room, sitting atop a platform with steps leading up was a much younger man than the others in the room. He had shorter black hair and wore dark blue silks. He had cat-like eyes as he peered around the room.

“But sire,” another man said. The man atop the platform turned his eyes upon the man, glaring at him. “Hold your tongue or I’ll have it cut out,” the man said, his underling shying away instantly.

Your stomach churned as the young man turned his attention upon you.

“Bring her here,” he instructed, his voice no longer loud but still just as commanding. One of the guards grabbed your bound wrists and pulled you up, a sharp pain shooting through your arm. You hissed in pain.

“I said ‘bring her,’” the young man ordered. “Not ‘break her arm.’”

The guard apologized and helped you to your feet, escorting you to the base of the platform. “Unbind her,” he said. The guards exchanged looks before one carefully undid the ropes binding your wrists.

Your eyes wandered, landing on something that glistened in the light of the lanterns. It was the same old metal you’d seen in the other sections. The same old metal Seonghwa held in his pocket.

‘The key.’

It hung on a hook next to the young man. Clearly it was something he held in high regard and protected. ‘He must be the Guardian!’

You blinked, realizing he was speaking to you.

“Come here,” the younger man said to you, his tone much softer now.

“Sire, I must protest!” one of the older men said. “She could be an assassin!”

The younger man narrowed his eyes on the speaker. “I seriously doubt that. What kind of assassin gets caught this easily?”

He turned his gaze back to you, expression softening instantly.

“Come here,” he said again, beckoning you forward.

Slowly, you ascended the steps, stopping on the second or third, bringing you eye level with the man. “Will you tell me the truth?” he asked to which you nodded wordlessly. “Are you a spy?” he asked. You shook your head. “If I was, I wouldn’t be a very good one, would I?” you answered to his amusement.

“And you aren’t an assassin?” he asked, tilting his head. You shook yours again. “No,” you replied. “I can’t even kill a spider.”

The man smiled, holding out at hand for you to take. You took it without hesitation and allowed him to pull you up onto the platform and guide you to take a seat. “You might want to rethink that,” he said softly, drawing your attention. “Most of these men are no different than spiders or snakes.”

His lips drew into a smirk, prompting you to return the smile.

“Sire, this is most unusual,” one of the men said. The man beside you dropped his smile and turned his head to look at the speaker. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” he said, the same annoyed tone back in his voice.

Clearly he didn’t like these men if the way he spoke to them compared to you was anything to go by. “It is late, leave us,” the man said before turning to one of the guards. “You stay.”

The room cleared as the men gathered up their papers and followed one another out of the room in a single file fashion, some murmuring and whispering as two of the three guards left the room, shutting the doors behind them.

“What is your name?” the man asked, drawing your attention.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you answered softly, looking at his smiling face. He turned to look at the only remaining guard. “Please have a room prepared for Y/N and ask the attendants to draw a bath for her,” he instructed. The guard nodded and exited the room through a side door as the man turned back to you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said with a genuine smile.

“I’m San and this is my castle.”

“Your c-castle?” you stammered. San’s smile widened, a certain fondness in his eyes. “Yes,” he answered. “Are you some sort of emperor or something?” you asked curiously. San chuckled, shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “A lord, actually.” Your eyes widened. ‘A lord? Were you supposed to bow? Or curtesy? How did you greet a lord?’

“I didn’t know,” you simply replied. San chuckled again. “It would seem you don’t know much about where you are,” he said, tilting his head. “How did you end up in my castle without anyone seeing you enter?”

Figuring it would be better if you feigned ignorance, you shrugged. “I don’t remember,” you lied. “I woke up in a long corridor and at the end was a door and when I opened it, I was here.”

You had no way of knowing whether or not San believed you but when he didn’t press further, you considered yourself lucky.

Before San had the chance to answer, a guard returned.

“A room has been prepared in the east wing,” he said. “The attendants are drawing a bath as we speak.” San sighed and turned back to look at you. “Let me show you around.”

The tour consisted of San showing you from a distance parts of his compound. It was much larger than you previously assumed but it was very pretty, even in the dark. It was obvious there was chemistry between the two of you and the tension between you was more than palpable.

The walk to your room didn’t take long and as you reached the door, San pulled you to a stop.

“Y/N, I’d like it if you'd join me for dinner,” he said, catching you off guard. “D-dinner?” You mentally kicked yourself for stuttering like an idiot.

San nodded. “If you’d rather eat alone, I understand,” he replied. You shook your head quickly. “No! I’d like to join you,” you stammered. The smile that spread across his face made your heart leap into your throat.

“Perfect. Bathe, dress, and then you will be shown to the dining hall,” he replied before giving you a small bow, eyeing you up and down once before turning to walk down the corridor, his guard in tow.

You pulled open the door and were greeted by two smiling faces. They were the attendants San must have called for. Both were dressed in traditional dresses in pastel colors. “Come, Miss,” one of them said, beckoning you to follow.

The room you’d been shown to was a suite of some sort. It was a large rectangular room with wood decor and furniture. The bed stood on a platform, a large round window on the wall behind. “The bath is over here.”

You were led out of the room to a small private hot spring.

“Please undress and we will help bathe you,” one of the attendants said. You felt suddenly self conscious as they both moved about.

You carefully and slowly undressed, setting your clothes aside. As one of the women grabbed your clothes, you turned to her. “Please don’t throw those away,” you blurted out. “And leave the undergarments, please.”

She gave you a shocked look before complying. She left your underwear but took the other clothes, promising to have them washed and returned.

The bathing process was much different than you were used to and after you were cleaned, you were finally allowed to dip into the hot springs, sighing in relief as you did. The hot water felt amazing against your sore muscles and aching joints as you relaxed in the water. “I will come back to check on you soon,” the attendant said before drawing a curtain to offer you some privacy.

‘I could get used to this,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Except I have to find a way to get that damn key!’

You tried to force that from your mind for the time being, wanting to enjoy this as much as possible.

San walked down the hall towards the room he’d had prepared for you. It was meant to be for his wife yet San still had yet to find a wife. He knew he was young and had some time before he needed to settle so he felt the room was perfect.

Especially as it had its own private hot spring much like his own quarters.

Walking past the entrance to your private chambers, he continued down the steps and to the gardens, following a path until it branched off between some dense bamboo. San continued to walk and walk until he reached a private seating area that just so happened to overlook your private onsen.

San arrived just in time to see you already relaxing in the hot water.

He smiled to himself, watching as you closed your eyes and rested your head against the rocks. His eyes started to wander, following the curve of your neck, scanning your collar and the way your breasts dipped into the water, only the tops visible in the dark, steamy water.

Before he knew what he was doing, San started to strip, setting his clothes aside before carefully making his way into the pool, dipping below the surface with a deep breath.

You must have dozed off because you sat up abruptly, woken up by a splashing sound. Looking around, you saw the water ripple, the surface having been disturbed by something. You peered around, trying to see if you could spot what had disturbed the water but found nothing.

As you settled back against the rocky wall, you felt something brush against your leg under the water and pulled back quickly, staring wide eyed at the water. Just as you started to play it off as your imagination, something grabbed your ankle and before you could scream, a figure surfaced, another hand coming up to cover your mouth.

You were staring into the face of—

“San!” you hissed as he removed his hand, smirking at you. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled, drops of water rolling off his skin and hitting the water.

“Are you surprised?”

You glared at him before remembering you were entirely nude in the water. Bringing your hands up to cover yourself, you sputtered as you tried to save your dignity. “Y-you can’t be in here!”

He slowly drifted closer. “Why not?” he asked softly, a teasing tone to his voice as he smirked at you.

“Because! I’m bathing,” you replied. San merely shrugged.

“We can bathe together,” he replied. Your cheeks burned and not because of the hot water.

“Isn't that inappropriate?” you asked quietly.

San snickered at you. “Is sneaking into someone’s home also not inappropriate?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I did not sneak,” you retorted. “I told you I don’t remember how I got in here.”

San offered a mischievous grin. “I don’t remember how I got in here,” he replied, making you roll your eyes. “Now you’re mocking me,” you pouted. San scooted closer, pushing your knees apart and ignoring your gasp. “Not mocking,” he replied, bringing one hand up to take your chin in his hand.

“I was inspired,” he answered. You narrowed your eyes again. “Liar,” you replied. San placed a hand over his chest. “I’m offended,” he said, sounding anything but.

“Stop mocking me!” you hissed. San chuckled, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, eyes dipping to look at your lips. “Let me apologize.”

You knew what was coming but it still caught you off guard as his lips met yours. Before you had a chance to lean into it, you pushed him back. “What about the attendants?” San nuzzled your nose gently. “They won’t come in here unless I tell them to,” he murmured, taking your lips in another soft kiss.

You melted against him, hands moving up to his shoulders. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you heard him whisper. Shaking your head, you kissed him again. “Don’t stop.” San let out a groan, one of his hands ducking below the surface of the water and skimming down your chest and stomach, dipping between your thighs.

“Say it again,” he said breathlessly. “Say it.”

He pulled back to meet your gaze, pupils dilated. “Don’t stop,” you repeated, moaning as he pulled you into another kiss, his fingers finding your clit and starting to circle it slowly. You moaned against his lips, thighs squeezing around his hips as his fingers worked you up, barely slipping into your aching core.

“San,” you breathed. “Please don’t tease me.”

San chuckled against your skin, peppering kisses down your neck. “Keep begging me and I’ll consider it,” he replied. You whined, hips seeking more friction against his fingers but San pulled them away, his hand moving up to cup your breast.

“Beg for it,” he repeated. “Beg for my fingers, kitten.”

You moaned as he massaged your breasts, kneading them carefully. “Please San,” you whispered. “Louder,” San replied. “Beg for it, kitten.”

“P-please,” you stuttered. San chuckled darkly, taking your lips in a searing kiss as he sank his fingers into your cunt with a sigh. “So warm,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

You hadn’t entered the history section with the intention to fuck the guardian but then again, you hadn’t intended to fuck the other guardians either but stranger things had indeed happened.

You let out a whine against his lips. “Would you like that?” San asked as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy. “You want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my cock and fuck you?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as you felt his thumb draw circles against your clit, his fingers inside your cunt curling and coaxing you towards orgasm.

“Say it,” San whispered, watching your face contort with pleasure. “Say you want my cock inside you. Tell me you want me to fuck you and make you mine.”

“Yes,” you gasped, walls clenching around his fingers as he pressed light kisses to your cheek. “I want your cock inside me, San. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fill me up. I want you to make me yours.”

San growled, fingers moving faster as he rested his forehead against your temple. “M’gonna fuck you so good, kitten,” he murmured, curling his fingers against your walls.

Your orgasm was just within your reach, your moans growing in pitch before San pulled away, his fingers leaving your cunt aching and wanting more. “San!” you hissed as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Sorry, kitten,” he cooed. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Without another word, San climbed out of the water, grabbing a robe and disappearing behind the curtain. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you went over what just happened in your head, only three words coming to mind.

‘Desperate. Pathetic. Whore.’

Once you were dried off and dressed, you were escorted to the room where you would be dining with San. You spent the entire walk over composing yourself and attempting to seem indifferent to the way he left you hanging.

Once shown inside, you took a seat and waited for San to arrive, surprised he wasn’t already there. The room was long and skinny with 20 places to sit. You suddenly wondered if you’d be dining with more than just San.

The quiet allowed you time to think. To plan.

Just how were you going to get the key? No doubt that room was heavily guarded so there’s no way you were going to just walk in and take it. You’d have to apply a bit more cunning to the situation.

One of the doors slid open and San entered the room, dressed in a different outfit but much like the one he’d been wearing when you first met him earlier. San moved to take his seat and looked up, noticing how far away you sat. He cleared his throat before nodding to the seat adjacent to him.

Looking around, you noticed the guard standing by the door nearest you. He wasn’t looking at you but you knew he was paying full attention. Getting up slowly, you walked down the room to your new seat and sat down.

“How do you expect us to talk when you’re sitting so far away?” San asked as the door across from you opened and several servants walked in, carrying different plates and platters.

You watched as they set them down, arranging them neatly on the table before moving and disappearing out the door they entered. The guard stepped out and shut the door, leaving just you, San, and one guard in the room.

“Please,” San said, gesturing to the food. “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You thanked him and dug in immediately, not realizing just how starving you were. While you ate, San watched you closely, eating at his own pace. You felt very self conscious, having him watch you eat like that.

"So you really cannot tell me how you got into my castle?" San asked as he lifted his cup, taking a sip of sake. You shook your head silently.

How were you supposed to explain it? You were transported from a magical library? Or that all of this land, this entire world, was in the Library? How would he not think you were crazy after that?

No, it was better you simply pretend you didn't know.

San watched you carefully as you ate in silence. You glanced up, meeting his gaze and a smile slowly spread across his face. "You can tell me, you know? I'm not going to judge you."

Your heart leapt into your throat, like you'd been caught, almost as if he'd been reading your mind, listening to your thoughts. You still said nothing as you ate and drank silently. San continued to watch you, making you feel anxious, almost as if he was working everything out in his head.

Finally, he spoke again.

"I promise you can tell me anything," he said as he leaned in, keeping his eyes trained on you. His close proximity made your skin grow warm, heat creeping up into your face as you shifted nervously in your seat.

"Even if it seems impossible or outlandish," San continued, reaching a hand out to place over yours. "You can tell me."

The moment his skin met yours, it was like a fire was ignited in your veins. A desire not unlike what you'd experienced in the other sections. A deep, carnal craving bubbled from the pit of your stomach, your thighs clenching together under the skirt of the hanbok San had graciously lent you.

Your skin erupted into a thousand bumps, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. It took every ounce of willpower not to jump the man. That would only end poorly.

Instead, you pulled your hand from his quickly and apologized and continued to eat, taking a sip of your drink.

Sensing the subject needed, changing, San provided just that.

“I do apologize about earlier,” San said, prompting you to look up, meeting his gaze. “It wasn’t very nice of me, leaving you like that,” he continued. You lifted your glass to take a sip and nearly choked as you felt his hand pushing the skirt of your dress up. “Shh,” he whispered, eyes flickering to the guard and back to you.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said softly when you glared at him. You shook your head. “Shall I keep going, then?” You nodded, biting into your bottom lip when you felt his fingers skim against the skin of your inner thigh.

“Keep quiet, baby,” he murmured, moving his hand to scoot your seat closer to him before his hand darted under your skirt again. You’d chosen to put your lace underwear back on and you were glad you did because as soon as his fingers met the material, his eyes widened, eyebrows raising as he felt around, inspecting.

“What is that?” he whispered. “Lace?” You nodded at him, resisting the urge to giggle. “Lace undergarments? I’ve never heard of such a thing before.”

Looking away from your face, San cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the only remaining guard. “Please step outside and do a perimeter check,” he ordered. The guard hesitated before nodding and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as the door shut, San stood up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up, dragging you away from your seats to the other end of the table. “Up,” he ordered, pushing the place settings out of the way, ignoring the plates and utensils that fell to the floor. You climbed up, settling on the table at the end.

San pushed your skirt up, pulling the chair up and taking a seat between your spread legs. He pushed your skirt higher, exposing your lace covered core to his gaze and instantly letting out a groan.

He peered down at them curiously. “It really is lace,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he lightly brushed his fingers over the material.

Your cheeks burned even hotter. “Y-yes,” you answered. San looked up to meet your gaze. “Lace undergarments,” he repeated. “I’ve really never heard of anything like that before.” His eyes moved back down to your lace covered core. “It sure doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” he added.

You nodded. “Lace is usually see through,” you reminded him, highly embarrassed to be explaining but also extremely turned on.

“Well,” he said softly. “These need to come off,” he added, sliding his hands up your thighs and grabbing the waistband of your panties. “May I remove them?”

You nodded much too quickly but you didn’t care at this point. You were dripping, soaking the black lace and ready to explode at any second. San luckily didn’t make a show of it and instead dragged them down as you lifted your hips.

Your cheeks burned as he held them up to inspect.

“They’re so… thin,” he said softly.

“San,” you whined, pulling your skirt up and showing him your glistening core. His eyes dipped down to look and he immediately grabbed your hips, your lace panties still in his hand. “Lay back for me, baby,” he instructed, tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

You did as he said, leaning back, propping yourself on your elbows as he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table. “Don’t hold back,” he said suddenly, looking up to meet your gaze. “No one cares if they can hear you.”

Your cheeks burned as San’s head disappeared under your skirt. “This is highly inappropriate,” you said breathlessly.

San chuckled lightly, hands grabbing your hips and holding you in place as he licked his lips. “It is,” he answered, eyeing your glistening sex before looking up to meet your gaze. “But I’ve decided I really don’t care.”

Without another word, he ducked his head, licking a slow strip up your slit, the tip of his tongue meeting your clit and toying with it. You let out a low moan, head falling back as his tongue explored your core, groaning at the taste.

You whined as he pulled away, his hands moved, spreading your folds before diving back in and attacking your clit with his tongue, suckling on the sensitive nub. Your back met the mattress as you fell back, chest heaving as San continued to lick and suck on your clit, teasing you and drawing whimpers and moans from you.

“S-San,” you moaned as your head fell back. “Keep doing that,” he murmured. “I like the way you say my name.” You gasped as you felt his hand make contact with your clit, giving it a light slap. “Say my name,” he said again.

“San!” You cried out as he gave your cunt another harsh smack. “That’s it,” he murmured before ducking his head again, tongue flicking mercilessly against your clit before spreading your folds again, exposing your hole to him.

His tongue moved down to your entrance, licking into it and making you groan as he pushed further into your cunt. The wet sounds of him eating you out like a man who hadn’t had a meal in years made your cheeks burn with an intensity you weren’t used to. It felt almost as if you had a fever.

‘What is this? Why does he have such an effect on me?’

“Oh shit,” you gasped, one of your hands moving to comb through his dark locks. You felt him smirk against your cunt as he continued to tease and toyed with your clit, lewd wet sounds filling the room as he suckled on the sensitive nub.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you groaned, spreading your thighs a little more for San. You let out a squeal as you felt his teeth lightly graze the sensitive skin. San’s arms moved around your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to lick and suck. The flicks against your clit continued to draw you closer and closer to orgasm, your thighs and abdomen twitching as San teased you to the edge.

Before you could cum, he stopped, pulling back much to your chagrin. “Saaan,” you whined, head falling back before looking back down between your thighs as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “Put your feet here,” he instructed, patting the arms of the chairs.

You followed his instructions, uncertain of what he was going to do. “I want you to ride my face,” he continued. “Do not stop until you’ve come.” Your cheeks burned as you nodded, watching him lower his mouth to your cunt once more, tongue instantly moving against your clit.

Your head fell back again, a moan escaping your lips as your hips started to move, using the arm rests of the chair for leverage. San kept a firm hold on your skirt, matching your movements with his head. “Shit,” you hissed, your fingers tangling in his hair again as you grinded against his tongue, mewls, whimpers and moans leaving your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groaned as your orgasm rapidy approached before finally crashing over you as your thighs shook, hips continuing to move and ride out your climax until you started shuddering.

San pulled back as your back hit the table top, breathing heavily.

San stood up, moving to undo his top and pulling it back. “Come here,” he growled, pulling you up and into a kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, groaning into the kiss.

“San,” you moaned against his lips. “I need you.” He pulled back, moving one hand down to undo his pants, pulling at the ties. “You need me? What do you need, kitten. Tell me what you need.”

You laid back on the table, pulling the skirt up to your waist and reaching between your thighs to spread yourself. “I need your cock,” you whined. “Right here. I need it inside me.” San let out a groan, pushing the fabric of his pants down and pulling his hard cock free. You didn’t get the chance to see it from this angle as he quickly stroked himself a few times before lining the tip with your entrance.

“You need it that badly, baby?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “I need it so bad. Need you to fill me up. Bury your thick cock inside me and fuck me.” San growled as he grabbed your hip, pushing the head of his cock into your wet hole.

You let out a hiss as San sank further into you, fingers digging into the cloth of his shirt. “Fuck,” you heard him growl. “So fucking tight,” he sighed. He gave you a tentative thrust, groaning as your walls squeezed him, hugging his cock.

You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling yourself up into a sitting position, one hand moving to steady yourself on the table. San gave you another tentative thrust and he quickly set a steady pace, one hand moving down to pull your hips closer so you were almost hanging off the edge of the table.

“Ah! Right there,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit a soft gummy spot deep inside your walls. San gave you a measured, angled thrusts, chuckling when you cried out. “Right there?” he asked as you held onto his shirt tightly.

Each thrust had your ass bumping against the table, the wood creaking beneath you as San pounded into you. You let out a yelp as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side to expose your neck which he immediately sank his teeth into, making you moan as he bit and sucked on the sensitive flesh.

“Keep doing that,” you heard him whisper as your walls clenched around him. “Fuck, keep doing that, kitten.” You pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Don’t stop,” you moaned. “Ah, fuck, don’t stop!”

When San was satisfied that your neck was marked sufficiently, you were quick to return the favor, pulling the fabric of his coat aside and leaving bites and marks on his shoulder and part of his chest, enjoying the way he moaned and growled into your skin.

You let out a squeak as he pushed you down, your back hitting the table as he grabbed a nearby knife. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him pick up the utensil but relief flooded your senses as he used the knife to cut the middle of your dress open before tossing it aside.

With the fabric out of the way, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tongue flicking against the bud quickly as his hips continued to move, slamming into you with renewed vigor. “Shit, feel so good,” you groaned as his cock dragged against your walls, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein.

“You like how my cock feels, kitten?” He murmured against your chest, leaving a wet trail of kisses from one breast to the other as he took your other nipple in his mouth, tongue lapping at it as his thrusts grew more erratic.

“You gonna keep talking or you gonna fuck me properly?” you retorted.

Almost as quickly as he’d started, San pulled back, his cock slipping out of your cunt. He quickly set you down on your feet. “Turn around,” he growled, spinning you to face the table before hiking up your skirt and pushing you down onto the wood as he took his cock in his hand, lining back up with your hole and pushing back into you.

As soon as he was back inside, he resumed the same relentless pace, gathering your skirt up and pushing it up to your waist, exposing your back to him. You let out a cry as you felt his hand strike your ass once. When your walls gripped his cock, he knew he was doing something right.

“Of course,” he huffed, sounding slightly amused. He gave your ass another smack, groaning as your cunt tightened around him. “Kitten likes to be punished?” he asked, taking hold of your hips, moving faster, the sound of your skin hitting his filling the room. “Mhm,” you moaned.

“I like being punished,” you answered. San let out a breathless laugh.

“Such a naughty little kitty.”

You felt his hands spread your cheeks and then a cold wet sensation against your asshole.

“What’re you—hng!” you moaned as you felt his thumb slip into your unused hole. “San!” you gasped as he kept his thumb still, his hips still pistoning, driving his cock in and out of you.

You pushed yourself up, peering over your shoulder at him. Your orgasm was close and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer at the rate he was moving. You planted your palms, pushing back to meet his thrusts, moans and mewls leaving your lips with each pound.

San let out a deep moan, removing his thumb and grabbing your skirt with one hand while the other grabbed your shoulder, pushing your chest against the hard wood of the table.

“Be a good kitty,” San growled, hips smacking your ass with each thrust, whimpers leaving your lips with each thrust.

“And stay down for me.”

You were suddenly reminded of how Yunho had pushed you down, ordering you to stay down and your walls clenched, remembering the way his alien cock had felt inside you.

The image had you coming with a moan, your cunt convulsing around San’s cock and string of curses leaving your lips. San had a hard time helping you ride out your high. Your walls constricted around him, hugging his cock tightly as he continued to ram into you.

You gasped, breath coming out in heavy pants.

“S-San,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop, fuck don’t stop!”

You heard him chuckle, one of his hands moving up to grab the back of your neck. “If you insist.”

You let out a scream, your hand moving up to cover your mouth as San’s hips somehow moved even faster, slamming into you repeatedly. Each thrust of his hips had you screaming in ecstasy as your cunt convulsed around his cock.

“You gonna cum, kitten?” San asked, chuckling when you nodded, unable to speak.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Be a good little kitty and cum for me.”

His thrusts grew in intensity, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room, barely drowning out your muffled cries.

Your thighs shook from the intensity of your orgasm as you whimpered, trying to keep your voice down but San growled in your ear, hips ramming into yours and pulling scream after scream as you were sent hurtling towards your next orgasm.

“Let everyone hear you,” he rasped.

“Let the whole castle know who’s fucking you this good, sweetheart.”

You could feel his cock throb inside your walls as he no doubt was close as well. “Almost,” he groaned. “Almost there.” Your second orgasm hung just over your head, needing more. Without a word, your hand moved between your thighs, fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts just enough to push you over the edge and coming with another cry, walls gripping his cock like a vice.

The feeling of your cunt constricting around him sent San over the edge.

“Fuck, M’gonna cum,” he said, his voice low as he gave you a couple more thrusts before pulling out of you and finishing himself off, thick spurts of his release painting your bare ass and dripping onto your swollen pussy.

San let out a growl as he rutted his cock against your ass a couple times, holding onto the table for support. “Shit,” he cursed. “Look at this mess.”

You shivered as he ran his thumb over your sensitive core, smearing some of his cum as he slowly pushed some of it into your cunt. “I really wanted to fill your cunt,” he murmured, looking down at your abused pussy.

“But, fuck, you look so pretty like this.”

The clean up was rough and just when you thought San was going to send you back to your room, he produced the key. “I know you’re here for this,” he said, holding it out. “So take it.”

You thanked him, taking the key before pulling him into a kiss. “Your clothes should be in your room,” he added, reaching into his pocket and pulling your lace panties out. “But these,” he continued, pulling back as you tried to grab them.

He tucked them back into his pocket.

“These are staying with me,” he said. “If you want them back, you’ll have to come see me again,” he added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes and thanked him once more for the key before sneaking out of the room and taking the back corridor to your room where your clothes were cleaned and folded nicely on the bed. You changed quickly before sneaking back out and making your way through the garden.

It took you longer than you expected to find the door you’d entered from and soon you were hurrying down the dark corridor, relief flooding your body as the rice paper walls shifted into bookshelves and the door into the lobby came into view.

You grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door and looking up as you entered the lobby where Seonghwa was standing, half sitting on the edge of the desk, a pocket watch in his hand.

Upon seeing you, his eyes narrowed, the smile he’d greeted you with before no longer present as he shut the lid of the pocket watch. You walked over cautiously, eyeing him with uncertainty. “So,” he said softly, still eyeing you.

“How was your trip back in time?”

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Wallflower - Part One - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

🌻 Summary: Having not given much thought about your nerdy coworker, Seonghwa, all of that changes when you hear a rumor about his sexual prowess in bed.

🌻 Word count: 13k

🌻 Genre & warnings: nerdy seonghwa with coworker reader. fem pronouns for reader. reader is drunk at one point. smut. some dirty talk. fingering, oral sex (reader receiving)

🌻 Tags are now moved to the bottom of the fic.

this fic is not meant to represent Seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

“Sorry, I know I’m late,” You say with a huff, plopping down in the chair, clutching your coffee in one hand.

“What kept you?” Your coworker and friend asks, glancing at the time on her phone, “We got here ten minutes ago.”

“Sir Dipshit was busy boring me to tears about the sales numbers for this week,” You reply with an eyeroll, “What did I miss?”

It’s Thursday afternoon as well as your lunch break. As usual, your group of work friends met at the coffee shop across the street from the office. Sitting outside on the patio, the sun high in the sky with a light breeze, it would be a perfect day if you didn’t have to return to work soon. Sometimes, being inside all day at that desk is a bummer…more often than not recently, it’s been an incredible bummer.

“Nothing much, we were just complaining about the usual,” Your other coworker says before taking a sip of her green tea.

It is a daily event to go to the coffee shop at lunch and complain about everything – your coworkers, the corporation you all work for, the daily tasks. It is a ritual, something that gets everyone through the day, including yourself although lately it hasn’t been helping as much as it used to.

“We have that office ‘party’ this weekend,” You remind them which elicits a series of groans among the small group, “And Sir Dipshit made it pretty clear it’s mandatory to attend.”

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OKAYYYY WOW didn't know how much I needed this one

🎀 ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴀɴ

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.17k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: pervy roommates. porn without plot. smut. (minors do not interact), if you squint a small breeding kink, creampies (we love them in this house), good girl, a very simpy San.

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: perv!Choi San.

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Choi San x reader

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: this is a part two! it's not needed, but it would be preferred to read the first half of this one to get the "full effect." once again shouting out my dear friend @abiaswreck for the help and encouragement for this one. as always, thank you for your love and encouragement on my works.

Oh, he's perfect.

It's the only thought that can freely be said and thought while San's perfect tongue is lapping and flicking against your swollen clit. His hands spreading you wide for his liking and eyes finding themselves trained on yours, watching the way yours contorts to pleasure.

He's perfect.

"Just like that."

A finger finding itself inside of you only to be heard with the squelching of your walls swallowing him whole and a deep groan that finds its way from his lips.

"Fucking perfect."

San equally finding you just as perfect. If not more if he would say so himself. The way you taste and how it coats his tongue. He would get off on it alone. He'd greedily drink it if it was his only option.

He's brilliant with his tongue and if you weren't so out of breath, you'd tell him that. You'd scream it to the rooftops if you could.

If the very blue vibrator that brought such a high to your body, sensitivity to your pussy had brought you here. You'd have done this so much sooner. You would have been more daring, especially with the way his tongue is now bringing you so much pleasure.

The way that your legs are shaking alone from the over sensitivity, from the blue vibrator that had been you teasing yourself with for hours.

A single curve of his finger and flick of his tongue is what sets it off, brings the climax and sensitivity to a new high. A leg shaking experience from the pervy roommate who would have never crossed your mind in this way, not once.

Not in this way, his head buried so deep in between your legs and tongue lapping with a vengeance as if he is telling every single fantasy that's surfaced in his mind to you. Drinking in every single drop from your legs, teasing and smirking at the whimpering that leaves your lips with a praise that makes you swoon, crumble, and cry from it.

Such a good fucking boy he is.

"Mmmm, you taste so fucking good."

He groans, a thought he should keep to himself he is sure of, but from the way you are shoving him to his back, lips finding their way down his torso and pressing gentle kisses at the head of his hard cock, he's glad he didn't.

San is a lot of things, many things really, but one thing he isn't is dumb, for that he'll bite his tongue. He very much prefers this view, very much would love the feeling of your -

"Oh fuck."

His hands, they find their way into your hair. His grip tightening with each measure of his length that finds its way inside of the warmth of your mouth. Every hallowing of your cheeks that just feel tighter around his cock.

"Baby."

San is in heaven pure of his dirtiest fantasies and if he was a better man, sure of his own will and his own body, he'd not feel the need to do this. He'd not have to do this and as much as it makes him sad in that fact, in his fantasies, sucking him off and draining him isn't the top of his list.

At least not yet.

"I need to fuck you."

San's hand tugs at the makeshift pony tail, bringing you off his length with a pop. He's pressing his lips to yours, a hand finding its way to your neck and holding you to him. Tongues crashing against each other, groans, and as messy as he can and will make this at some point, he is desperate here.

He's a weak, weak man.

Absolutely weak.

Absolutely.

His hands are at your hips just as fast, squeezing and kneading before he is flipping you to your back. Lips at your neck, leg finding its way in-between yours and spreading them for him to see all of you once again.

San groans, you are drenched so beautifully and so much that it coasts your inner thighs. He's so clean you up again, he'd bring you to the pleasure of absolute tears and joy but for now, he can wait.

For now, his much needed craving is the upmost important.

So much more important and it's clear of that when his length is pushed so deeply inside of your core, squeezing him as he sinks into you. Groaning filling the room from not just you, the feeling alone of full to the brim of just him and him alone.

"So fucking warm."

Hips retrieving from inside of you, slowly and with each thought out step from your pervy room mate.

"So fucking wet."

Your nails digging into his bicep, "I'm gonna absolutely fucking wreck you."

Before you can even find the next words, open your mouth, and tell him to do it cause you dared him too. His hips are smacking against yours rough and fast, a cry leaving past your swollen lips as he finds his way to bringing you sheer pleasure.

Determination to make you never need any toy, any other man, and tongue ever again.

"Such a good girl."

Legs shaking, grasping for anything to keep a steady grip on.

San's coos directly in your ear, each swipe of his tongue on your skin and nibble. You are clenching, struggling, and on the edge of release.

He's perfect.

"Cum on my cock."

You won't need to be asked twice, really cause it's there. desperately. It's touching the surface with each roll of his hips, the small dances of his fingers finding your clit, touching with a gentle press, rolling, and gently pushing the button of release.

You just need one more -

"Oh that's such a good girl."

He's almost there, he just needs you to absolutely flood him. Drown him in your cunt, he needs it.

"That's it, cum on my cock."

He doesn't have to ask more than twice, absolutely not.

He groans against your skin, "Oh my good little girl."

He's biting at your neck, groaning against your skin and lapping the stinging pain after. It's too much.

It's a final thrust, a squeeze and clenching of your cunt around him that sets him off. A hand digging into your thigh as he lifts it up, a better angle to send his cum further into you. He'll fuck into it you if he needs too, he can manage more.

He'll do whatever you ask of him, cause the view of you here in his presence like this. His cum finding its way outside of you, an instant feeling of more swarming his thoughts at the sight.

San really hopes you will let him come back around.

ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ! ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ. // ʙᴀɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴋᴀʟᴇᴍ©️ 2023 - ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ.

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Little Blue Bird (Choi San)

Ateez Masterlist Group Masterlist

Tags: Sailor!San x afab reader, mentions of war, death, cheating (kinda not really you'll see) heartbreak, a little bit of Seonghwa x reader, parental loss, marriage, sentimentality, long lost family/friend/lover

Smut tags: Dom San! Kissing, praise, fingering, San’s a little possessive, table sex, body worship, scratching, overwhelmed tears and that’s pretty much it

Word Count: 7414

Taglist: @w0nuuu @brown88

The wind whipped through your hair and the fields surrounding you, making the grass rustle gently. It was warm, comforting, much a like a well-needed hug on a bad day. Looking up, you could count the amount of clouds in the sky one hand. It was a beautiful day and the field was your favorite place to be on beautiful days.

Your dress blew in the wind, making you laugh before feeling the push of two hands, slightly bigger than your own on your back. "You're it!" His voice was loud but his laughter even louder as you looked at him in surprise. "Choi San!" You yelled back, tearing through the field after him. The dirt shifted underneath your feet as you ran, warm cheeks from smiling now heating even more. These were the moments a 12 year old would take for granted.

"You're so slow." San said, slowing down in his tracks as he noticed you couldn't keep up. Your mom always referred to him as a kitten, especially when he smiled and for the first time you could see it. "No, you're too fast." You pouted while you caught your breath, slowly sinking to the ground to lay down in the grass.

"Mother and father have been really stressed lately. Talking about the war." He laid down next to you, staring up at the nearly cloudless sky. "Mine too, my parents have been thinking about moving us away." You mentioned, frowing at the thought of leaving your best friend. "If you leave, we'll leave too! I'll talk to mother about it tonight!" He was loyal, just like a cat and it made you laugh, wind carrying the happy sounds over the hills.

San had been your best friend since you could remember, having been neighbors for your entire lives. Your fathers had grown up as neighbors and friends, it was only natural that their children did the same. You two raised hell for your parents constantly. Always getting into trouble but that didn't matter, you were getting into trouble together.

You pushed yourself off of the ground, dusting your skirts off and taking a deep breath. San beamed up at you, eyes sparkling in the bright sunlight. "Tag, you're it!" You tapped him, running away as fast you could as he laughed in disbelief.

Despite there barely have been a cloud in the sky that day, a storm tore through the town during the night. It must have been a parallel to the soldiers coming through the town, breaking apart the families within it.

The yelling was what woke you up, your wooden home not doing much for the isolating of sounds. Tossing the blankets from your body, you ran outside and your bare feet sank into the mud. The rain was heavy but you could still see the group 5 soldiers and some of their horses stood directly between your house and Choi San's.

"He's only twelve!" You heard as you ran into the commotion. "Y/n!" Your mother yelled holding you back, against her chest. "What's going on?" You asked, receiving no response as you watched Choi San struggling in the arms of a soldier. "Twelve is old enough to hold a sword." The soldier commented, not noticing much of the boy's struggle. Your heart dropped, noticing both your father and his saying goodbye to your mothers.

"Wait, what's going on?" You asked again, breaking free from your mother's hold and running to San. His arm was stretched out to yours and your fingers nearly touched before you were pushed to the ground, mud coating your back and hands. You were going to get up only for your mother and San's to hold you away. San's father grabbed him and pat his back in reassurance, though no one was feeling quite at peace. Your father stood behind them, smiling with his mouth but not his eyes. This wasn't good and no one was telling you why.

Your mothers wept, San cried and you were left watching in confusion as to why no one was stopping this. It was clear no one was happy in this situation, why couldn't they stop? It was all just unfair and you couldn't understand why it was happening, or just what this all meant. You didn't realise that this was the last time you would probably see them.

It took you a few years of maturing to fully grasp it all. That your fathers and San had been taken to fight in a war they had nothing to do with. Your town was left an empty shell of what it was, older men, women and children under 8 being the only things left behind trying to pick up the pieces.

When the war ended, the men slowly started trickling back to their homes. All changed in some way or another, emotionally or physically, some both. It was all never the same, especially since your father never came back. The more and more men came back, he never was in the crowd. San's father however, was. You couldn't quite grasp the pain Mrs. Choi felt seeing her husband there and her son nowhere in sight when you were 16, but as time went on you could feel it in her empty smile.

It wasn't fair, but war wasn't fair and neither was life. That was the lesson your mother had taught you and what had stayed with you even now, 10 years after everyone left.

Shooting up in your bed, you tried to steady your breathing. Placing a hand over your chest after wiping the sweat from your brow. 10 years later you were still having nightmares, while they might have gotten less frequent over the years, they were still there and they were still oh so real. Self-soothing had become something you were all too familiar with, your mother having passed a year ago and leaving you to comfort yourself in these moments.

You pushed out of bed and slowly walked to the water basin, splashing your face to wake you up a bit more. The mirror infront of you showing the exhaustion on your face but you shook it off. Running a brush through your hair before changing out of your nightgown and making your way outside of your family home.It was a nice day, almost no clouds in the sky as you made your way over to the Choi's.

"Goodmorning Y/N." Mrs. Choi smiled, kissing your forehead sweetly and patting your back. It had become custom that you ate breakfast there every morning after your mother passed. Mrs. Choi always wanted the best for you, caring for you as if you were her own. "Breakfast smells good." You commented, the steam coming from the rice being a welcoming sight at the table. Mr. Choi was already seated, smiling at you and taking your hand as you sat.

"That Seonghwa boy has been asking about you all morning." He remarked, your cheeks warming up at the mention of the name. "You have that boy under your spell." He added on and as you opened your mouth to respond, a bowl of soup was placed in front of you. "Of course she does. Look at her, sweetest and prettiest bird in all the village." Mrs. Choi interupted, tilting your chin up to look at her.

Before your mother passed, she introduced Seonghwa to you. Claiming that if you waited any longer with finding a good man it would be impossible to find one at all. While you didn't quite agree with the statement, Seonghwa was kind, gentle and patient. One of the few younger men to come back from the war seemingly unscathed. He was caring, handsome and while all of these things were positive, you couldn't quite bring yourself to love him. Younger you would never have let this go on this long, but your mother liked him and that meant something.

"Seonghwa is kind." You remarked, smile fading slightly. You meant the words, but nothing more. "She doesn't see him in that way." Mr. Choi could always pick up on your tones. "Oh of course she does, he's such a handsome man and seems to care for her." You looked to the ground, ignoring the words only for Mrs. Choi's eyes to be trained on you. "Naturally, we all would have liked to see this differently." She started, hand coming to cup your cheek once more. "Seonghwa is a very nice man, one many would like to have." She paused again, looking to the sky and blinking away the tears that had rapidly formed. "Even though I always thought you would be my daughter in-law."

The words hit you like bricks, knocking the air from your lungs for a moment. It was true, Seonghwa had been taking all the proper steps to starting the engagement process. You hadn't thought that Mrs. Choi had thought this far ahead.

"That's enough dear." Mr. Choi gently grabbed his wife's hand and you nodded to him with thanks. "I'm sorry. I just want to see you happy and taken care of." She nodded and you took a bite of the meal she prepared for you. "I will be, I promise." You told her, reminding yourself that this was what your mother wanted as well. With Mrs. Choi's blessing, you knew it was the right thing to do.

"I'm off to the market!" You called into the Choi's home after breakfast, your basket in hand. "Alright dear. If they have any of that makgeolli bread at the bakers could you buy some? I don't quite feel like making it." She asked and you laughed, nodding your head. "Alright, I will." You smiled and Mr. Choi cleared his throat. "Can you see if they have those sweet treats again too, she doesn't need to know about that?" His voice was low, out of reach for his wife and you had to stifle a laugh. "I'll check." You promised, leaning down and kissing his cheek before making your way to the seaside market.

Mr. and Mrs. Choi were always your example of love. They were so beautifully in love, even when he wasn't there. While there were emotional gaps left behind by San and trauma that needed to be worked through together, they did it and it was beautiful to see. It was all you wanted, even at this age sneaking in treats from each other.

"Looks like we're going to be docked here for a few weeks." Wooyoung said, leaning over the railing of the ship and looking over the small town. "Can't we go a few more towns over?" San whined at the thought, looking to his best friend. "You're the first sailor I've known to not be excited to be in their hometown." Wooyoung said in return and San grimaced. How could he be excited, he hadn't been back in 10 years and he was entirely sure everyone he loved was gone. No one wants to come home to that. "There's a chance they're not gone." Wooyoung was trying to be comforting, San knew that but there was an ache in his chest at the thought.

All he wanted those 10 years, was his family. They hardly even let him and his father hug before being seperated into units for the war. He hadn't seen him since, he didn't know if he was alive. Had his mother died of heartache or illness over the years? Were you still happy and were you married with your first children? Did you stick around in the same old town for all those years? He wanted to know, but he was scared.

"I think it would hurt more to not know at all." Wooyoung added and San closed his eyes, applying some pressure to his temples with his finger tips. He knew this day would come, he just didn't think it was so soon and while some would argue 10 years is a long time, when you're scared 10 years is very short.

Walking through the market, San saw some familiar faces. Ones that undoubtedly didn't recognize him anymore. The butcher, a man who used to scare San when he was 12, was there and practically looked the same aside from the nasty scar on his cheek. It was without a doubt from the war, making San grimace once more.

Any time he was reminded of the war it seemed like the scars on his own body started to burn and sting, just like when he got them. He knew it was the case for the crew of the trade ship he was on, considering he had met them all on the battlefield. It was one of the men's dreams to have a trade ship when it was all over and well it was the best thing 16 year old San could see for himself. Not knowing whether he'd have a home to go to and opting for a chosen family rather than none at all. He had no intentions of coming back, but fate had other plans and so did the reef that tore a hole in the bottom of the ship.

"You want me to go with you?" Wooyoung asked as San looked to the path leading away from the market's center and to the more rural village. "No." He paused, chest aching for a moment. "No, I have to do this alone." Wooyoung nodded in understanding. "I'll be in the tavern if you need me." He replied and watching his friend slowly walk to his childhood home.

He was getting an overwhelming sense of deja vu, like he was 12 years old and chasing you after causing trouble in the market. The closer he got to his childhood home he could swear he could hear his mother calling him inside for dinner and his father's laughter at the sight of him covered in dirt or mud. San blinked back tears, seeing the path to the small stone fence around the yard. It all hadn't changed.

The sailor stopped dead in his tracks, heart pounding in his ears and hands sweating. He truly hadn't anticipated seeing his mother leave the house, holding wet clothes and hanging them over the line outside. Such a mundane action, one that he had missed dearly and it nearly had him falling to the ground.

"Mom?" His voice cracked, not loud enough for anyone to hear other than himself. "Mom?" He cried a little louder this time, causing her to turn and look around. San started walking faster without realising it, through the gate and into the front yard. "Mom?" Tears rolled from his eyes, looking at the beautiful woman who raised him. She was frozen, not sure whether to yell or cry, fall to her knees or embrace the boy calling her "mom".

"San?!" She couldn't keep her emotions in. The expression on San's face reminding her of the times he had cried in her arm as a young boy. It was a dead give away of his identity. "What's wrong, dear?" San's father asked, rushing to the door at the sound of his wife's cry. It took him simply spotting San to run to him, wrapping his arms around the son he hadn't seen for 10 years. His mother joined and San cried, not even being able to hug in return.

His emotions had taken over him, leaving him an absolute mess as his mother doted over him. Pinching his cheeks, kissing his forehead, running her hands through his hair, San could do nothing but sit and quietly cry. "You're all grown up." She cried softly, part of her heart aching that she had missed it all. "You're so handsome." She looked into San's eyes, taking note of the emotions swimming around in the dark pools. San's father clasped his son's shoulder, needing to touch him to even believe he was real.

"There you are." Seonghwa's voice was sweet, gently taking your full basket from your arms. "Been looking for you this morning." He added on and you smiled at him. "Sorry, had some errands to run. Mr. Choi wanted some sweets from the bakery." You happily recalled his request, giggling at the thought of the man eating his treats in secret. "Ah, I see." Seonghwa looked at you, taking in your face.

He had liked you since he had come back from the war, appreciating the fact that you had a good head on your shoulders. He liked that you cared for those around you despite having lost so much yourself. You were strong and he knew he wasn't the only man to see that, meaning he proposed the moment he felt it was right. Seonghwa knew you well enough to know you couldn't accept right away and that was why he liked you.

"Are you alright, you seem tired?" Seonghwa asked, gently grabbing your hand to stop you from walking further into the village. "I'm alright, simply tired is all. I've been having nightmares." You admitted, considering that you were going to accept his proposal you felt he needed to know these things. You continued walking, your house and the Choi's drawing nearer with each step.

"Nightmares, I can see the local shaman and ask if he has anything to remedy that." Seonghwa said and you shook your head instinctively. Your nightmares were the only place where you could see your father and San, while they weren't pleasant you didn't want to lose them. "No, that's alright. I- I've learned that few sleepless nights are alright." You told him, extending your hand to cup his cheek. The action was foreign to you, figuring that you needed to start doing these things as well.

"I've been thinking." You started, watching Seonghwa's eyes widen slightly. "About your proposal... I- I- accep-" "Y/N!" Your words were cut off, making you raise your eyebrows. "Who is that?" Seonghwa asked, mild tone of anger to his voice as this special moment was being ruined by a stranger. You turned around, looking towards the source of that voice and found your heart racing as if diving into ice cold water.

That smile was one you could recognise anywhere, not to mention the dimples. His eyes however, they'd grown sad and weary, the sparkle you so clearly remembered being faint at most. His shoulder's were broad, blouse stretching over the expanse of his chest tucking into pants that showed his slender waist. Choi San was alive, standing in front of you and smiling like it was an everyday occurance.

Seonghwa had been forgotten, together with your proposal acceptance and basket of groceries as you ran to San. Not needing to think twice about it as tears streamed down your face. The man's hands found your waist, lifting you as if you weighed nothing while wrapping your arms around his neck. "You're alive." You sobbed into his neck, feeling a weight of emotions lift from your shoulders at the mere sight of him. "You're alive." You repeated softer, feeling your feet touch the ground once more and San's hands moving to your face.

"I'm alive." He reassured, wiping your tears from your face with him thumbs. While the sight of his parents left him frozen in time, turning him into a child needing to be held, the sight of you (which he had assumed would do the same) had a different effect. The sight of you made his chest burn, as if the sun had decided to focus all of it's energy on him and him alone.

You had grown up beautifully, your eyes and lips being just as stunning as they were all those years ago and your hair wild from the wind blowing it around. San wasn't seeing you through the eyes of a child, he was looking at you like a man and he was desperately hoping the man behind you wasn't your husband.

"How?-" "Y/N, who is this?" Seonghwa asked, placing a hand on the small of your back. "This is San, my- he-." You stuttered, still in shock with tears rolling down your cheeks. Seonghwa admittedly felt threatened, not having ever seen such an emotional reaction from you quite like this... not even when he proposed...not even as you were accepting the proposal. "Nice to meet you. I'm Seonghwa, Y/N's fiancé." He extended his hand to the stranger.

San felt his smile drop, feeling a wave of jealousy surge through his body even though he knew he didn't have the right. It was San's choice not to come back, even if it did come from a place of fear. It was his choice and in this moment, seeing his family and you, he was deeply regretting it.

"Fiance..." San repeated softly, looking at you and your weak smile. The words didn't sound good to your ears, even though no ten minutes ago you had made the choice to go through with it. However that was before you knew he was back. Pushing the feelings aside, San hugged you again and ignored the daggers being stared at him by your fiance. "I'm so happy for you." He said softly, low enough for only you to hear as his hand came up to stroke your hair.

The same night you found yourself alone in your house, staring up at the ceiling. You had a million questions, for yourself... for San. You just couldn't quite bring yourself to ask them, at least not yet. No, San needed the peace and that's why you were in your home alone. His family deserved to spend the night with him and him alone, to know what he's been doing all this time. You would have your time with him soon enough and that time came quicker than expected.

In the early morning, the sun was just coming up and Choi San was out in the field that he used to play in all the time. Staring up at the early morning sky, he laid in the grass and listened to the wind and the approaching footsteps behind him.

"You're out and about early." You remarked, taking a seat next to him in the grass. "Alot of things to think about." San said in return, watching your every move with a gentle eyes. You had grown up, stunningly in his opinion. Your soft eyes, smooth skin and sweet lips coupled with your beautifulfigure, he was angry he hadn't returned sooner. He wanted to be yours.

"I can imagine." You said softly, wondering if you should bring up the lingering thoughts in your mind. "I couldn't sleep either." You spoke further, toying with the fabric of your skirt. "Not happy to see me?" San jested, receiving a light smack to his chest in response. Some things didn't change. "What's on your mind?" San asked once his laughter subsided and propped himself up onto his elbows. You hesitated to speak, looking at his face before taking a breath. Drawing up bad memories was the last thing you wanted, but you had to know.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about what happened to my father?" You asked, watching his expression grow serious. "I'm sorry... I saw him the last time I saw my father. I don't know." San told you, thoguhts going back to that day and needing to shake the thoughts from his mind. "It's okay. I'm sorry for asking. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or things harder." You rambled, burrying your face in your hands for a moment. San shook his head, completely understanding the desire to know. You didn't need to feel bad at all.

His hands found yours and pulled them away from your face. He hadn't seen you for years, any inch of you that he could drink in, he would. "Don't hide, it's alright." San's voice was soft as he hovered over you, your heart rate rising quickly at the sight of him above you. "I'm alright, I have my family back and another family that takes care of me now. It's all alright for me." He added on, hands softly stroking your cheeks. He was more worried about you, not having quite understood the toll war took on the people who didn't fight. You had lost almost everything, yet you were still here.

"You've gotten so handsome." You didn't entirely mean for the words to come out, it was more a passing thought you had while fighting back tears. A grin pulled over his lips, the cheekiest expression radiating on his face. "My mother was definitely right about you last night. You're the most beautiful little bird in all of the town." You felt your heart shatter at the compliment, having heard it from his mother so many times but never quite believing it, at least not until now. "Can't believe I was a day too late." San added, face dipping down to yours a little more as his hands gently pressed yours into the grass around your head. The position was ridiculously compromising, making you glad that it was too early for anyone to see it.

"A day too late?" You questioned, tone of voice breathy and music to San's ears. "If I was a day earlier, you wouldn't be engaged." His voice shook and you gently moved away from him. For a split second, you had entirely forgotten about Seonghwa and the fact that you had accepted his proposal. A wave of guilt took over you and you looked to the ground. In the few hours San had returned, your heart fluttered more than in the months with Seonghwa and it wasn't fair to him.

"You don't love him, do you?" He asked, reaching out and holding your hand once more. "I can learn to. He's kind and caring." You responded as you felt the sudden need to defend your choices. "That's what mom said as well, he's reliable." San shook his head. "Very reliable. He's handsome too." While the man wasn't what you entirely had wanted, you couldn't deny the appeal. You just couldn't understand why it didn't appeal to you.

In the moments you were thinking about it all, San moved his way closer to you again. He was back now, you didn't have to marry this Seonghwa... you could marry him instead. His face was infront of yours, close enough for you to feel his breath fanning over your lips. "But you don't love him now." He reitterated, fingers slowly moving up your arm to cup your cheek. "Tell me, if had come back together with my father, would you still be marrying him?" He asked, making your eyes dart up to meet his. "I, I need to go." You stuttered, pushing off the ground and walking away as fast as you could.

The image of the way he grabbed your hands, pressing them down into the ground as he hovered over you was burned into your mind the rest of the day, together with his intrusive questions. If San had come back earlier, you would not have been with Seongha now, no matter what state San had returned in.

"You haven't been around much, since he came back." Mrs. Choi remarked, as you sat at the table to help her prepare dinner. You hesitated before responding, not even knowing what to say. "You can tell me you know, I still see you as my daughter." She placed her utensils down, grabbing your hands to stop you from working as well. Something had been eating away at you and it was clear. "Talk to me." She pleaded and you found yourself looking away from her eyes.

"I feel guilty. I don't love Seonghwa, seeing San made that clear." You confessed, bursting out into tears. San had been back for a week and while you avoided his advances, you didn't want to. "I've waited this long with getting engaged because in the back of my head, I couldn't see myself with anyone else and then the second I do, he comes back." You ranted throwing your frustrations back. "I'm angry at San." You looked around the yard, trying to find anything to focus on instead of Mrs. Choi's face. "I'm angry at the war." You wiped away the tears, all of these emotions coming out that you kept bottled up ever since your mother passed. "I'm angry at myself."

Mrs. Choi hugged you, in the way only a mother could. Stroking your hair and whispering softly to you. "I pushed you too hard. I hoped that by moving on you would feel better. We had no way of knowing he would come back." You held her, feeling at ease that she wasn't upset with you. "Seonghwa should understand." She finished, gently tapping away the tears from your face. "You're far too pretty to be this sad all the time. You've taken great care of us for so long and we've been managing. Now we have our son back and you're sadder than ever." She moved to brush the stray hairs from your face. "We want you to be happy."

Her words were playing in your mind as you stood by the water basin, scrubbing some of the pots you had left to soak through out the day. The next day, you would end it with Seonghwa. He was a reasonable man, surely he would be understanding.

"You know I meant it when I called you beautiful earlier." San's voice startled you, making you turn to see him standing in the door way. "I hope you don't mind. I let myself in." He smiled, walking towards the table in your kitchen and sitting down on the chair. "You look especially pretty like this." He remarked and you stifled a laugh. "What, doing dishes?" You asked, drying off your hands and moving to stand in front of him.

He leaned back in the chair, legs spread slightly with one hand resting on his thigh with the other on the table. The white blouse stretched slightly over his chest and shoulders, showcasing his physique and you found yourself biting your lip.

"Yes, that too." He smiled, standing up in front of you. "I just mean, all these years... I imagined what you looked like now, whether you had got married, had kids." San circled around you, his hand coming from behind to wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he moved your hair to the side. "Well none of those things have happened. I'm just engaged." Your breath hitched, his lips on the now free side of your neck and lightly kissing the skin. Your hand reached behind you and gripped the fabric of his shirt. You whimpered feeling his teeth graze over your neck, making sure to leave a small mark. Marking you as his.

"You don't have to be." He whispered, lips by your ear and hands on your waist. His hands slowly moved up your torso, gently graze your breast through your shirt. San knew he might have been pushing his luck, that there was a chance you would push him away but there was nothing stronger than his feelings. San was headstrong, it was what kept him alive all these years and he was sure of what he wanted, he wanted you in any way he could have you. "At least not to him." His hand came up to your chin, turning your head for you to look at him. You had a moment of realisation as to what he meant before his lips came crashing down onto yours.

You turned into him, hand not letting go of his shirt and only pulling him closer to you. He was warm and inviting, his body against yours making you feel the safest you had ever felt and you wanted more. San's hands both gripped at your waist, tugging the fabric from your top out of the waist band of your skirt before lifting you onto your dining room table. His fingers found their way under your top, rough hands touching your smooth skin.

"You're so soft... so beautiful." San smiled against your lips, pecking them before moving them down to the side of your jaw. You gripped the fabric of his shirt harder and leaned back to give him more access to your neck. "Oh-" You choked out, feeling the way his pant covered bulge pressed against your core. His lips now at the base of your neck and the edge of your shirt. "Can I take this off?" He asked, tugging at the fabric of your shirt. "Please." Your voice was low, breathy and you sounded absolutely wrecked.

San pulled the shirt off of you and tossed it to the side, grabbing your thighs to pull you closer to him. "Uh-uh." You tutted, pulling at his own shirt to help him get it off first. He smiled down at you, undoing the laces of his shirt before tugging it over his head and throwing it to the ground.

His body was lean yet chiseled, your fingertips dancing over the muscles and small scars that littered his body. Your pointer finger traced over a particularly large one, his hand coming up to stop you and pull you flush against him.

"I'll tell you about it later." He mumbled, using his other hand to trace over your face and down your neck. Bunching your long skirt up at your hips to feel the skin of your thighs. Gripping you so hard you were almost sure there would be bruises the next day. You felt his finger tips on the edge of your panties, watching as your eyes fluttered shut at the touch.

His touches were gentle at first, index finger circling over your clothed clit before roughly pulling the fabric down your legs. Your nails dug into his shoulders in shock at his actions before his fingers found their way to your slit again, spreading the arousal around before curling two fingers into you.

Your body slumped forward and he pressed his lips against your forehead pressing into the crook of his neck. Your nails dug into his forearm as his finger pumped into you, thumb swiping over your clit. "San, San please." You whimpered, the pleasure being overwhelming and mind numbing. San could feel his own knees getting weak at the mere sound of you begging, moaning his name. "That's it beautiful-" He cooed, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers. You raised your head again, San's other hand holding your jaw lightly as you let out soft mewls with each pump of fingers.

Tears welled in your eyes at the intensity of your orgasm, making your body nearly lose it's strength as you cried out. He held you up, wiping your tears from your face with a soft smile.

The sun had long gone down, casting a blue light over your kitchen and skin through the windows. Your half bare bodies seemingly glowing as he gently muttered sweet words, allowing your body to recover from it's previous orgasm. However you felt needier than ever, wanting him to feel as good as you, wanting him inside of you. You didn't want to be treated like glass anymore, the feeling in your gut was need.

Your fingers undid the closure of his pants hastily, not needing anymore coddling. "We don't have to rush." San furrowed his brow, he needed you too there was no doubt in that but he wanted you to be comfortable. "I need you." You whimpered, undoing the closure and tugging the fabric down to expose the v line more and more. "I need you to touch me." You looked up at him, filled with desperation for more. "I need more." You whined, watching the cogs turn behind his eyes. You didn't need him to be soft anymore, there was plenty of time for that later, you wanted him now, you were touch starved.

"He's never had the pleasure of doing this, has he?" San asked, finally ridding you of the fabric of your skirt and leaving you fully bare. "No." You admitted, watching as he tugged his pants down and stepped out of them. He needed you just as bad, cock red and angry against his lower stomach. "He missed out." San's eyes ran over your every curve, taking in every mark and detail about you. Your legs were slightly spread as you sat on top of the table, smiling at him and inviting him to you.

San grabbed your hips, touches a lot rougher due to need and dragged you closer to the edge of the table. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tensing slightly as his cock glided over your folds before thrusting into you fully. The stretch made you mewl, lips by San's ear as he hugged your waist. He used this as an advantage, moving your body to meet his thrusts.

"Oh-" You whimpered as his cock dragged against your walls, holding onto him a little harder each time he fucked into you. "Lean back for me." He said and you abided, placing your hands on the table and giving him full view of your body. San gripped your hips harder, pace picking up as his lips found your nipple. It all felt so good, the way you squeezed around him and just the way you looked.

"San-" You called out, feeling your second orgasm bubbling up San could feel himself getting close, hand moving from your hips to draw circles over your clit. "Can you tell me you're mine?" San asked, hooded eyes locking with yours as he teetered on the edge. You were his, from this moment on, it wasn't an absurd request. "I'm yours." You choked out, feeling yourself clamp down on him as you came. "I'll be yours forever." You breathed, legs trembling as he stilled inside of you. His head hung slightly and you could feel him cumming inside of you, cock twitching as he groaned through it.

His hands were on either side of your body, head still hanging and level with your chest as you reached up to stroked his hair. You could hear him chuckle at your touches before kissing the valley between your breasts, smiling after each kiss.

San was absolutely spent, between the emotional rollercoaster of the last few days and the sex, he was exhausted physically and emotionally. However he still found the energy to lift you off of the table and bring you to your bedroom, fingers tickling your skin and making you laugh all of the way. There was a sense of relaxation you found with San, one you had only ever felt with him. Years had gone by but that feeling hadn't gone away. It might have changed, but it didn't leave.

"Where did that one come from?" You asked, finger tips tracing over one of the scars on his chest. The sheets of your bed had been messed up and your legs were aching pleasantly as you chatted softly. "Not that interesting of a story." He smiled grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers. "One of my crewmates, Wooyoung was fishing and not paying attention. Launched the damn hook right into me, the idiot." He laughed at the memory, it was amusing now. "He'd love you. The crew is at the docks, you should come and meet them." San turned to you, your hand still in his. "I'd love that." You told him, squeezing his hand gently.

"Now it's your turn, where'd you get this scar from?" He laughed, pointing to the small scar on your palm that you got from cooking. You hadn't laughed this much in a long time.

San was surprised to still find you deeply asleep the next morning, looking at you adoration as he resisted the urge to stroke your hair. He absolutely did not want to wake you simply because you looked so peaceful. From what he understood from his mother, peaceful moments seemed far and few between for you. So he pushed himself out of your bed and to your kitched to quickly get dressed.

"What are you doing in Y/N's house so early?" His mother questioned, the smell of breakfast wafting through the wind. His father didn't need an answer to draw conclusions, looking at his son's messed up hair and clothes from the previous day. It was obvious to him and it made him hold back a laugh. "I spent the night." San admitted, knowing how his mother thought about you. If anything she would be overjoyed.

"Oh!" She clapped her hands together, not being able to contain her smile. "Can I steal some breakfast to bring to her?" San asked, taking in the smell of the food. While he would have loved to cook for you, that talent was lost on him. His mother rushed around and placed bowls on a wooden tray, rice, soup, sidedishes and anything else she knew you enjoyed. She was absolutely over the moon and if she could cook you both a feast, she would.

The smell of food woke you from your deep sleep, making you sit up in bed as you watched San wander into your bedroom. "What's all of this? You should've woken me up. I could have helped her cook." You said, moving to get up and ready for the day. "No, no. It's okay. Sit back down." He said, placing the tray on your bed. "My mom set all of this up." He was greatfull to you in many ways, knowing that his parents not only took care of you but that you also took care of them in his absence. You deserved the rest as well.

"I'm going to talk to him today, to Seonghwa." You told San as you sipped your soup. San smiled at that, knowing that it meant he could tell everyone else. "I want to marry you." He remarked, not being able to contain it anymore. He wanted to talk about his fantasy a little more. "I want to grow old with you, run through that field of tall grass for the next 50 years with you." His sudden confession made you laugh, covering your cheeks that were heating up. He had always been passionate. "Only the next 50 years? I was thinking longer." You told him jokingly, placing your empty bowl back on the tray. He shook his head with a grin, leaning over and grabbing your jaw. Making you look at him, San's eyes were shining. "How about for the rest of time? 'Till the end of my days, 'till I breath my last breath?" He asked, words making your stomach fill with warmth. "Better?" He asked, stroking your cheek. "Much better." You responded and connected your lips for the first time that day.

Seonghwa's expression was unreadable as you stood in front of him. You felt guilty, with the lovebites San left behind on your neck uncovered, not having had the dress to cover it.

"Are you angry?" You asked, even though it was a stupid question. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't, but for some reason I think I'll be okay." He remarked, truly he was too good of a man. He couldn't even get upset with you for being in love with someone else. Seonghwa's eyes scanned over your face, it was a small detail he noticed on you that he hadn't ever seen before and it told him enough. He could see the small smile lines in your face and a sparkle in your eyes, one that hadn't been there before.

"It's just such a shame. You're so much more beautiful when you're happy and I never knew because you never were until now." He shook his head, looking at the ground. This was the right choice and he knew that, he could never make you as happy and he knew that... even if it was hard to admit. Either way, he forced a smile. You would take a while to get over, but he could do it. "Just, make sure to invite me to the wedding." He said softly and you could only blink at him, entirely amazed at how kind and resolved he was. "You're a good man Seonghwa." You told him, extending your hand to pat his arm. "So I've been told."

I always jinx myself, posting the teaser and saying I'll post it soon and then taking a month. I'm so sorry. I have been an awful emotional wreck lately and dealing with a lot of personal things that have been hitting me out of nowhere so things have been unpredictable.

Either way I hope you all enjoy this fic! It's emotional and kind of fast paced which I didn't want but I tried my best.

please tell me what you think! I would be so greatful for that.

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