Choi San ATEEZ Imagines

The Floor Is Lava | CS ~ Hana, Hae & Bok

genre: smut, fluff

summary: in which your son, Hana, walks in on you and San after hearing strange noises

age: Hana = 7 / Hae & Bok = 5 / Wook = 3

warnings: fingering (f recieving), penetration (f recieving)

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“San, stop it,” you sighed, putting your hands either side of your husband’s face.

He dramatically rolled his eyes, going back to sneaking his hands all over your body, “why? They’re all in bed, my love, we’re alone.”

“Yes and I’m also very tired,” you sighed, glaring at the cheeky look San was giving you.

“Angel,” San said, pulling your body into his and massaging up and down your arms, “that’s what I’m here for.”

You hummed, leaning into his chest as your body relaxed to his touch, “you make a convincing argument.”

San chuckled, pressing soft kisses into your neck, “see? Just relax, darling.”

His hands came from your arms to your breasts, massaging them and rolling them in his hands.

You groaned quietly, your head leaning back so it rested on his shoulder.

“Feels nice, huh?” San teased, his voice deep and teasing.

You just hummed in response, your eyes closed as you immersed yourself in the feeling of your husband.

One of San’s hands stayed on your breast, the other running down your body before rubbing circles on your clit, still covered by two layers of fabric. Suddenly, the panties and the pyjama bottoms you were wearing became hot and sticky and you wanted nothing more than to have them off.

“San, I want you,” you breathed, opening your eyes as he smirked down at your needy expression.

“Of course you do,” he teased, “lift your hips for me, love.”

Your hips immediately complied, your brain fuzzy with nothing but want and lust as San’s nimble fingers pulled down your two layers, one hand returning to massaging your tits, the other now swiping through your wet folds.

“So wet for me,” San groaned, kissing up and down your jaw, from the rounded shell of your ear to the dip of your collarbones.

“San, we can’t be long,” you whimpered, hips bucking as he pressed hard against your clit, the bud swollen and soaking.

“We’ll be as long as we want,” he breathed, his second hand travelling down your body and shoving a finger in your hole.

“San,” you gasped, both his hands working on your bundle of nerves.

“Just like that, darling?”

You shook your head, breathing deeply, sweat appearing on your cupid’s bow.

“Words.”

“More,” you gasped out.

“More…?”

“I want your cock,” you sighed, your back arching away from your husband’s body as he drew harsh figures of eight on your clit.

The hand that was once inside you, now pulled you back into his body, causing you to whine at the feeling of emptiness.

“It’s okay,” he breathed, kissing along your neck, bothhands disappearing to pull down his own pyjama bottoms.

Your hand moved to grab his cock, San groaning at the satisfaction. You pumped him slowly until he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t tease me,” he growled, guiding you to line up his cock with your entrance.

You slowly sunk down, closing your eyes in pure satisfaction at the feeling of fullness.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, “ride me.”

“No, San—” you whined.

He grabbed your wrists, “ride. Me.”

You swallowed, lifting off to turn around and straddle him before sitting back on his hardened cock.

“You’re so big,” you sighed, eyes fluttering closed as you got used to the stretch.

You lifted off him again, before sitting back down, creating a slow-ish pace of grinding and thrusting, San occasionally bucking his hips unconsciously.

“The kids,” you gasped, “one’s coming.”

“What?” San groaned, bucking into you, his hands underneath your t-shirt, “how do you know?”

“It’s a sixth sense,” you whispered, “I’m serious, San!”

“I’m close,” he panted, “hold on.”

Lifting you up, his hands under your thighs, he laid you back down on the couch, thrusting into you wildly while his fingers rubbed circles against your clit.

You felt a moan bubble in your chest, grabbing your husband’s face and smashing your lips to his to stop it.

“San– I– cumming—” you stuttered, finally allowing yourself to release a short moan as your orgasm washed over you.

“Me too,” he breathed, and with one last thrust, his cum painted your walls.

“I swear to god, if I’m pregnant again, you’re gonna get it Choi San,” you panted, sitting up and kissing him, both of you frantically trying to pull your bottoms back up as footsteps could be heard, softly padding down the stairs.

“Mummy, Daddy?”

“Hana, baby!” San exclaimed, getting up off the sofa and scooping Hana into his arms, “what are you doing up? It’s midnight!”

“I heard noises,” he pouted, “the-there was loud breathing and sofa noises.”

“Sofa noises?” San asked curiously.

Hana nodded, walking over and pushing on the sofa, the springs easy to be heard.

“Oh,” you nodded, “well me and Daddy were…”

You looked to San in panic.

“We were playing the floor is lava!” San nodded, “and we were using the sofa as the land.”

Hana giggled, gasping as he jumped onto the sofa, “you’re in lava!”

“No, no, it’s midnight, that’s not play time, that’s sleep time,” you said, going to pick Hana up.

“Lava?” Hae asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes as he appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh god,” you muttered.

“That’s alright! Only two out of four!” San smiled positively.

“No, that’s three,” you said.

“Huh? Hana, Hae. One, two.”

“Exactly, Hae,” you sighed, “and wherever Hae goes…”

“Hae! You weren’t there!” Bok exclaimed, running down the stairs.

San nodded, “Bok goes.”

“Wook’s awake as well,” Hana said.

“He is?” you asked.

Hana nodded, “he’s playing with his giraffe.”

You sighed, looking to San.

“Already going,” he said, swooping Hae up into his arms as he began to walk up the stairs, Bok running after the pair.

“Ready for bed now?” you asked, looking at Hana.

Hana pouted, holding up his index finger as he clasped his hands, “one round of lava?”