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pocketjoong · 7 months

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❥𓂃𓏧DESIRE

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): You give San a backless jacket to wear for a performance, but San seems to have everything but the performance in mind.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!San x fem!Stylist!Reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) smut. pwp. unprotected sex (DON'T DO THIS IRL)! use of pet names. San calls reader noona. Hints of a forbidden relationship/romance. lmk if I am missing something. MDNI.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 2.3k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) Seems familiar? I wrote and published this on my previous account (hoonieversed). This is an edited (and a better, imo) version hehe~ I always enjoy feedback, reviews, and asks so don't hesitate to comment/send an ask!

“Noona,” San’s voice, tinged with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, echoes through the mostly empty room as he calls you from behind the door of the changing area. “I might need help wearing this… Whatever this is?”

A knowing chuckle escapes your lips at the confusion in his voice.

“Just a moment, Sannie,” you call out, absentmindedly brushing off the imaginary dust from Yunho’s outfit. With a mischievous grin, you make the taller male twirl around so that you can double-check the fit one last time.

Yunho's eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches you deliberately take your time with his outfit. “What have you given him, noona? He has never sounded this bewildered before,” his voice carries a playful curiosity.

The corner of your lip quirks up into a sly smile, and you wink at him, “You’ll find out soon enough. Now sit down somewhere while you wait for Jiyeon to help you with your mic pack. And, please don’t mess around with the gloves too much, they’re delicate.”

“Yes ma'am,” Yunho gives you a salute and plops next to Mingi, who’s taking a nap on the couch.

You knock on the door of the small room—calling it a room is quite generous of you, for it is barely big enough to be a closet. San is on the other side, and he cracks open the door a smidge, peeking from behind it. When he sees you, he pushes the door wider for you to step in.

The first thing you see when you enter is the male’s adorable pout. San is sporting the jacket he’s supposed to wear alright, but he is holding out the belt that goes with it, seemingly unaware of its use.

“Why do I even need a belt? And isn’t it too small for my waist?” He questions, his brows furrowing in confusion. His innocent curiosity causes you to let out an involuntary laugh.

“Noona!” He protests with a playful whine, his pout deepening, and you chuckle again, shaking your head at him affectionately. “Why are you making fun of me like this?”

With the belt firmly in place, you look at San with a playful glint in your eyes. “Can you do a twirl for me, Sannie?”

“I promise I’m not teasing, honey. Your expression is hilarious; now, if you don’t mind, would you turn around, for me please?” You smile, gently taking the belt from San’s hands.

You begin to secure the ends on the sides of his jacket, tugging it once to check its stability. As you work on his outfit, one of your hands brushes the younger male’s back, and you don’t miss the way his breath hitches nor do you miss the faint shiver that courses through him in response to the unexpected touch.

He clears his throat, and with a breathy ’yes,’ San obligingly turns around, granting you full access to inspect his outfit. You smile proudly as you assess your handiwork, happy that the outfits you’ve chosen for everyone are nothing short of amazing. This stage outfit, in particular, succeeds in bringing out the hard edges of San’s on-stage persona while complimenting his inherent gentleness.

“You look perfect, now all that’s left is for you to get your mic pack connected, and you’ll be all set for the show,” you say, your smile brimming with enthusiasm. However, you can’t resist adding a touch of playful admonishment as you glare at him, “And for heaven’s sake, don’t treat the belt with the same energy you handle your mics. This is the only one, and I will not repair it for you if you come back with it ripped.”

A mischievous grin creeps across San's face as he observes you. “You look so cute trying to threaten me, like a cute, angry kitten,” he muses before leaning down in an unexpected move to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

“San,” you protest softly as his kisses become more intense, attempting to halfheartedly push him away. You don’t want to risk ruining the outfit you had put so much effort into.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my partner just because it can ruin my outfit?” He speaks against your lips, his tone teasing. San's hands find their way to the exposed sliver of your back that is peeking through the crop top you’re wearing today, leaving you momentarily breathless.

“I can't have that, not when you're about to ruin all of my hard work,” you reply shakily when he pulls away for a brief moment to roll his eyes at you, only to swoop in for yet another passionate kiss. His hands travel downward, drawing you nearer with an abrupt pull, and you whine against his mouth when you feel his clothed length pressed against yourself.

“I promise to be careful,” he assures you with a wicked grin that sends shivers down your spine.

He makes quick work and rids you of your crop top, your lips detaching for a moment. As you glace at him, you can see how much you’ve affected San. Gone is your sweet Sannie, and in his place is the demon you usually see on stage, his pupils blown wide as his chest rises and falls to make up for the lack of oxygen.

In the blink of an aye, he bends down and lifts you up by your thighs, positioning your legs around his waist. Your own hands find firm purchase against his broad shoulders, as you try to keep yourself steady as San begins to carry you.

You’re so preoccupied with tasting his mouth and biting playfully at his lips that you let out a gasp when you feel your back pressed against the cold surface of the mirror. San doesn’t waste this opportunity to deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.

Once he's sure that you won’t slip from your position against the mirror, his hand leaves your thigh and he chooses to gently caress your chest through the fabric of your crop top. San eagerly swallows your whine and you feel him smirk against your lips, causing you to nip at his lips in retaliation.

San licks his lips, leaving you so dazed that before you can even comprehend what’s happening, his deft hands have removed your bra, sending it carelessly flying behind himself. Without a moment’s hesitation, he takes one of your pebbled nipples in his mouth, his tongue tracing tantalizing circles around your sensitive bud, while his hand eagerly pinches the other. Your back arches due to the pleasure coursing through you, giving him all the access he wants.

San’s skillful ministrations elicit the sweetest of whimpers out of you, prompting him to let go of your breasts with a pop, his finger coming to tenderly press over your parted lips. “Hush, darling,” he admonishes, his voice low and tinged with a possessive growl. His eyes darken even further when he notices your fucked out expression. A wicked smirk dances at the edges of his lips as he speaks, “Don’t be so loud. I don’t want others hearing the delectable sounds you make. They’re just for me to hear.”

His smirk borders evil when he sits you down on the table and sinks to his knees, his warm palms gentle but firm as he encourages you to part your trembling thighs for him. You offer mild resistance, torn between pleasure and a vague worry that his fervor might ruin his outfit. You don’t have time for that.

“Sweetheart… please,” your lover implores, voice soft and earnest. With his chin rested against your knees, he gazes up at you with an endearing vulnerability. “I promised that I would be careful; we don’t have much time till I have to go out,” he reminds you.

With a sigh, you relent, giving him a nod of approval. “Alright, just be careful,” you tell him, parting your legs to grant him access. A smile plays on his lips as he leans in, placing tender kisses along the inner curve of your thigh. Your breath hitches when his fingers glide over your clothed folds, igniting a warmth in you.

You muffle your whimper against your palm when San slides off your skirt deftly, taking your panties off in the same swoop. “You’re always so beautiful for me,” he murmurs, letting one palm slide up from your knee to give your thigh a gentle, appreciative squeeze.

His touch sends shivers down your spine as he runs his fingers over you, parting your delicate folds. A content hum escapes San’s lips when he feels your arousal coating his fingertips. “Already so wet for me?” He teases, adding a bit more pressure, causing you to hiss appreciatively.

San starts a deliberate, rhythmic motion, sliding his fingers in and out while curling them inside you. You gasp, clutching onto his shoulder for support as he watches you squirm beneath his watchful gaze. You can feel the tips of his fingers grafting your sweet spot, adding to your pleasure. But just as you’re on the precipice of release, he withdraws, never breaking eye contact with you. With sensual deliberation, he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean while emitting a throaty hum at the taste.

You struggle to stifle any sounds that might betray your pleasure, your hand reaching out for him. “C’mere, I want you,” you purr, your voice laced with desire. “Just… Take off your pants, please. I don’t want to ruin them before you go on stage.”

San mumbles something along the lines of ‘damn the pants’ but proceeds to remove them, and gently places them on the ground. You lick your lips when you see that the head of his member is already leaking with precum. He locks eyes with you, his gaze heavy-lidded with desire as he draws closer to you. When your nails lightly grazed his bare back, he lets out a hiss of pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Is that why you always give me backless outfits to wear?” He questions with a low, throaty growl, “You sly, cunning vixen.”

Your shiver in anticipation as you feel his touch, warm and intimate, igniting a fiery desire within. He tenderly rubs against your wetness, and your breath hitches in anticipation. Both of your moans are smothered by the urgency of your lips meeting in a fervent, needy kiss as his head gently slides into your core.

As he pushes deeper, the world seems to blur around you as your senses are consumed by the intoxicating feeling of San’s member moving against your walls. A shuddering sigh escapes your lips as he stills once he is fully sheathed, allowing you a moment to get used to the intense sensation, both of you immersed in the electric intimacy of the moment.

You grind against him, pressing your body closer, wordlessly urging him to continue. San takes a deep, steadying breath and withdraws, only to slide back inside you. The angle is so perfect that you have to bite down on your lips to stifle the passionate moans threatening to escape. He, too, buries his face into the crook of your neck, sucking on the tender flesh, leaving marks you’re sure you will have to cover up.

“Yes, Sannie, please, you feel so good,” A seductive, breathy plea, escapes your lips. You feel, rather than see, his wolfish grin against your skin. In response, you clench your muscles, causing a deep, throaty groan to tumble from his lips.

“Shh, my love,” you whisper, a cautionary tone in your voice as your fingernails trace a tantalising path down his scalp. “We wouldn't want everyone to catch wind of our little secret, now, would we?”

In response, he shakes his head, voice reduced to a choked, “No, noona.”

“Such a good boy for me,” you purr, a sultry smile playing at your lips. San preens at your praise, and you spread your legs further apart in an attempt to bring him closer to you. Sensing that you’re close, he lets go of your thigh, and his hands blaze a fiery trail down your stomach to rub teasingly at your clit.

Stimulated by his fingers, you’re unable to hold off any longer. You come against him, your walls clenching and unclenching against his cock. You ride your high as he maintains a relentless pace, each powerful thrust pushing him closer to his own peak while ensuring your climax soared even higher.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” His voice is a husky whisper in your ear. “You’re so good for me, noona.”

It doesn’t take him long to reach his own high, and with a few more fervent thrusts, he’s spilling inside you. San’s head rolls forwards against your shoulder, and his mouth opens in fucked out bliss.

Slowly he lets himself lean into your body, the pleasure leaving his body weak. He smiles radiantly when you kiss his cheek and nuzzles his nose into your own in an affectionate gesture that reminds you of a kitten. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, just basking in each other’s presence.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as San withdraws from you, leaving you acutely aware of his warmth. You can feel his release, mingled with your own, trickle down, and you watch in stillness as San reaches for a few wet tissues to clean himself before helping you tidy up.

His lips press against your forehead, and the two of you hurriedly begin dressing up, the urgency of the moment settling upon you. It dawns on you that it won’t be long before someone will call for San, reminding you both of the demands of the world looming over you.

As you swiftly assist him with his outfit, making a few final adjustments with nimble fingers, you complete your task in the nick of time. The very next second, a knock echoes through the room, and Hongjoong’s voice filters in, signaling that San is needed as they are supposed to get ready for standby.

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sunlightwoo · 2 years

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blooming days

✁ pairing: soulmate!wooyoung x g.n reader

✁ genre: h…hana….hanahaki au… childhood friends to almost lovers trope, angst, slight fluff, sad ending warnings: mentions of death, descriptions of blood but it’s not explicitly mentioned, reader throws/coughs up a lot of petals | rated: 16+

✁ wc: 2027

✁ plot: if you could be a flower, you wouldn’t be any but rather the thorns that are often adorned on the stems of beautiful scarlet roses. the thorn could symbolize anything, but for you, it’s a constant reminder of the unlucky bond that you have with your soulmate; especially when you can do nothing but cough out petals in secret.

✁ a/n: hello welcome to the halfway point of the desire [rewritten] collection!! this specific piece is actually my part in @th84u‘s a sad smile collab i’m technically late on (i’m so sorry) however i hope you guys enjoyed this piece, even though it’s not a happy ending!! i hope to see you guys on the next part, and please be sure to check out the other authors participating in this collab also!!!

desire [rewritten] navi | ateez masterlist | main navi

“Y/N, hurry up! You’re gonna be late to your own graduation!”

The sound of your best friend’s voice rings out throughout the air as you are rushing out of your room with your cap barely hanging on at the ends of your fingertips. There was a lot of clamor going on in the small living room of your shared apartment, but you knew that it was because of the events that were going on today as you were all struggling to make sure that you would get to your college graduation on time.

After years of struggling together in college, and even through the different phases that you each went through before that, you and your best friend, Wooyoung were finally getting your diplomas and getting away from the hellhole that would mark a new chapter in your lives.

“I’m coming! Am I carpooling with you or what?” You say while putting on your cap for a moment, making sure that you’d look okay in the moment that you were about to head towards the large football field, but he gives you a look before shaking his head in response.

“I’m taking Gaeul with me, but I know Mingi still has room in his car. Besides, we’ll still meet up to take pictures and get food after to celebrate, right?” He offers, making you nod in response as you grin at the very thought of finally being at the finish line of your academic career.

“Of course! We always make sure to celebrate together!”

However, the next couple hours were adamant on proving you wrong as you must’ve lost him in the crowd. In the midst of cheering and celebrating with your mutual best friends such as San, Mingi, Yunho and Yeosang, you couldn’t find the dark haired male that you were dying to celebrate this big milestone in your life with. It wasn’t until your eyes scan across the field to see him embracing his girlfriend in his arms that makes your heart sink for a moment as you watch him spin her around before kissing her with all the love in him.

There’s a bitter feeling that settles in your heart that you wished that maybe he had gone to you first since the two of you had always talked about this moment for as long as you could remember. All the memories building up to this moment such as sharing meals late at night, talking about the professors you had hated and the courses that you were so terribly suffering in; you felt some strange feeling in your heart as you could feel something heavy in your lungs.

A petal falls from the sky as it lands onto the palm of your hand gently and you look to see that it was a petal of a white lily. Little did you know what that had meant for you, for the rest of your life.

You’ve always heard about the tales of the hanahaki disease.

It was one in which you had always felt sadness, pain for those that had suffered because of this rare disease, that just so happened to be a soulmate bond. There were stories that you have heard where the only reason that you would have hanahaki is because your soulmate had not reciprocated the bond’s powers. You think that it could never be you in the chances that this happens, because you couldn’t be bothered to be in love with someone knowing the slim possibilities of them being your soulmate.

You think that it was absurd even, that a soulmate could have that much power over someone’s well being that it could cause for them to have some sort of flower rooting inside of their hearts. However, you were sadly a victim to the hanahaki disease, as sad as it may seem, and the younger version of you would’ve been ecstatic at the fact that you had finally found your soulmate.

You and Wooyoung had always been you and Wooyoung, up until the point that he had gotten together with his now girlfriend in your third year of college. You weren’t sure when these feelings had existed in the first place, when you had always been fond of the said boy platonically.

Was it when he had taken you home from a bad date that made your heart flutter, because it was so late in the night? Was it maybe during that time when you were suffering from a horrible sickness that he somehow was immune to, nursing you back to health when you were bed ridden for over a week? Or was it him always finding a way to take care of you when you were at the lowest points in life, because he knew the right things to say and do so that the smile would somehow still appear on your face at the end of the day.

Whatever it was, you cursed yourself for it as you had slowly been suffering for the past four years of the hanahaki disease.

You had found out that the night of your graduation was the first day that the roots were blossoming in your lungs. Every so often, you would cough up a petal or two of white lilies, it wasn’t until recently that the disease had gotten worse and that you could only take deep breaths in order to live properly. The only person that has ever known about this disease was San, however even with his encouragement these past few years had led to you never doing it, because now you were both sitting in the aisles of a wedding ceremony, watching the said individual get married.

It seemed so torturous, as you were struggling to hold down the white lilies that were almost at full blossom, and you knew that at any given moment, you could die because you never treated the hanahaki.

You watch painfully as the others have given your speech, a sad smile on your lips and you slightly turn to tug on San’s sleeve to point over towards where the bathroom was. He frowns at your state, seeing as though all the colors that were previously on your face were gone and he motions for you to wait for a moment, not realizing that it was your turn to finally give your speech to the happy couple.

“Here Y/N.” Yunho smiles softly, handing you the microphone gently as you take it into your hands. For a moment, you just stared at everyone who was staring back at you in the reception, until your eyes landed on Wooyoung’s calming ones.

You pitied your own heart and the universe for this.

“To the happy couple, I can only wish you the best from here on out. I’ve known you both since our college days, and I couldn’t even imagine how happy the two of you make each other,” You say breathlessly, feeling your own tears pool at the corners of your eyes but you looked at the ceiling to push them away, knowing that you could only blame yourself for never telling him.

“I hope that Wooyoung treats you with all the love that the world has to offer, Gaeul. He’s the most loving, hardworking, but also amazing person in the world, and I’m even honored to call him my other half. I hope your marriage lives as long as the night stars in the sky.”

You give the microphone back to Yunho and turn to leave the reception, heading for the gardens that were just outside of the glass windows. The moment that the night breeze hits your skin, so do the tears that you had been struggling to keep in as you start to cough up more white lily petals into your hands the moment that you found a bench to sit on. Ironically, you were surrounded by orchids and other arrangements of flowers, making you wonder if this was the universe’s cruel way of joking with you.

You had just watched your best friend, and your soulmate, get married to someone else that wasn’t you. It was getting harder to breathe as there were stained lilies in your hands, but you couldn’t see anything else as your tears blurred your vision, and apparently your hearing too, because you didn’t even hear the footsteps that were slowly approaching your shaking figure.

“Y/N…”

You instantly freeze before turning to see Wooyoung standing underneath the moonlight, noticing how he was frozen in his place as well just seconds until he approaches you slowly. His eyes trail down to the lily petals that were in your hands and it doesn’t take long for him to connect the dots, making him wonder how long you had kept this a secret from him.

“I’ve loved you for five years, Wooyoung; five years that I’ve been in love with you from afar, and there wasn’t anything that I could do to prevent this without the factor that I would forget who you are if I got them removed.” You say, releasing the petals onto the ground in front of you and you couldn’t stop the tears that were streaming down your face.

Wooyoung felt like he was slapped in the face as he took a seat on the bench beside you before taking your hands into his warm ones, but you removed them almost immediately, missing the pang of hurt that was obvious on his face. You couldn’t be like this with him, on today of all days, because he was now married, and there wasn’t anything you could do, except blame yourself for not telling him sooner.

“Sometimes, I think about what we could be and what would’ve happened if we turned back time… Like what if I had told you that we were actually soulmates-”

“Y/N, stop.”

His voice quivers for a moment and you turn your head for the first time tonight to look at him as you notice the tears that were pooling in his eyes. Had you been selfish keeping this information from him, knowing that the two of you were soulmates the whole time? Probably, but right now you had nothing else to lose as you knew that there was no other cure for you, because as you looked at the boy in front of you, you could feel the flowers slowly starting to burn in your chest, but not for the reason that you had liked.

“Why… Why couldn’t you just tell me back when you knew?” He asks you in disbelief, standing up to look at you and you shrug for a moment as you thought about it as well, but you knew what the answer was anyways deep down.

“Because I knew that you would never look at me then, the same way that you look at her now,” You bitterly smile, letting out a short laugh before standing up from the bench as if the hanahaki had never existed, “Wooyoung, you’re married now… I’ll be okay, I promise.”

There’s another figure that enters the scenery unfolding in front of you, and you think that maybe the reason he had stuck by you was the same reason that you had been staying by Wooyoung the entire time. Maybe the feeling of your chest feeling lighter from the moment that you confessed to him about the truth was the universe’s second chance for you. You realized in this moment that maybe it was okay that you were now broken soulmates, because you didn’t lose the love that you had for him, nor did you forget about the memories that you two had.

They’d just have to be filled with another soulmate that the universe will give to you, and you wonder if it was the male that had been watching you the whole time from afar; hoping that you don’t die on him the same way that he might on you if you didn’t realize it sooner.

“Maybe we weren’t meant to be soulmates, but deep down, I’ll still love you. Just not in the way that we might want it to be overall in the end.”

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