Woosan Some Woohwa too Warning :Smut we need more! Just one Time....are you sure. San is straight and Wooyoung is not. But that doesn't stop Wooyoung from wanting a piece. Except they hate each other.....right? Let alone Seonghwa has a huge crush on Wooyoung. Top San Bottom Wooyoung This is like my second time ever writing a fan fic, please give me some slack. I just needed someone to write this 😂 Guess it will be me. I'll try my best to update. Feel free to comment ideas and more.

what happens when chaos meets perfection? when straight As scholar santa is forced to share the dorm with chaos in human skin, perth.

ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ- 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩: 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚. In an upscale private academy known for its strict adherence to tradition and conservative dress codes, Wooyoung stands out-not just for his bright personality but for his bold fashion choices, including his love for vibrant skirts and flamboyant outfits. His rebellious attitude and refusal to conform to gender norms lead to constant friction with the school administration. After a particularly daring fashion choice lands him in trouble once again, the school decides on an unconventional punishment: Wooyoung is sent to spend a semester living with the Choi family, one of the school's most prestigious and influential benefactors, in hopes that their strict rules and high societal standing will tame his rebellious streak. Warning: This story features intense angst, substantial explicit content, and themes of rebellion. Strong language is prevalent throughout. Please be advised that this narrative is purely fictional. In this book, Wooyoung adopts the role of "baby girl." ⚠️ Content Warning: Male Pregnancy

From superhero escapades to idol life, from mpreg smut to heartfelt DILF tales, and even magical fantasy worlds-I'm here to explore it all! Expect a little bit of everything, and maybe even some surprises along the way. wink Mostly Seongjoong.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Pond?" Perth said, his voice so low that Santa could already feel chills in his back. "What? What's wrong with that? I'm genuinely curious. Something happened to both of you. Santa was in heat and you were in your rut. Perfect to form a baby." "P-Pond... p-please stop," Santa whispered, softly pulling the hem of Pond's shirt. He was afraid Perth would attack him again like last time. "Perth, calm the fuck down. Our manager is coming; we don't want them to know about this, right?" Aou stood up. "Tell that to that brat! He's spouting nonsense!" Perth snapped, glaring at Pond. "Nonsense? I'm just curious. If that happens, would you really kick Santa out of the group?" "Stop, Pond, please," Santa pleaded. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to confirm it. "Santa will not have a baby," Aou stated, his voice cold and final. "If he got pregnant, we'll abort it. If he wants to keep it, then yes, I'll be more than happy to kick him out." -- Santa accidentally got pregnant. Perth, the father, doesn't want it. Their leader, Aou, gave the ultimatum. - - - So Santa ran away.

Perth plays guitar, sings like a sin, and walks around like he's above it all. I'm Santa - dancer, chaos incarnate, and unfortunately very into emotionally unavailable men with nice hands. He's the cold, untouchable rockstar of campus. I'm the loud, unbothered showstopper who never knows when to quit. This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burn collision. And I'm not walking away without leaving a mark.

"It was just a stupid dare. One kiss to whoever walked into the club first. I didn't know it'd be him-the same man who now has me pressed against his penthouse window asking if I still like playing games." Santa's job is to sparkle on stage. Perth's job is to control everything behind the scenes. One kiss in a club sparks a fire neither of them can put out. Now, under flashing lights and closed doors, they navigate a dangerous game of desire, denial, and dominance. He wears suits like armor. Santa wears glitter like war paint. Behind the mic, he's a star. Beneath the suit, Perth is losing control. One's chasing fame. The other's chasing him.

"A marriage built on paper. A love that was never supposed to happen." Perth and Santa are Thailand's golden couple - rich, flawless, untouchable. But behind the mansion gates, their one year contract is about to end. Their marriage was never about love, only business. A one year contract to merge two family empires, sealed with smiles and handshakes. "I can't stay in a marriage where I'm the only one in love, Perth" Santa says, his voice breaking. Santa is tired of living in a loveless marriage. Perth, who once swore he'd never fall for his husband, is not ready to let go. Now, with their past threatening to pull them apart, Perth has one chance to prove that this time, his love isn't just written in a contract - it's real.

The man has dark eyebrows and even darker eyes that look at him with an unreadable expression. His lips are not too thin, nor too full, they seem perfectly kissable. He has a mole on the bridge of his straight nose and his jawline looks as if he could cut pretty much anything with it. Santa gulps. Damn, he's hot. "Dada!!" Domiia squeaks and stretches out her arms towards the man. What? Dada? That's Domiia's dad? Right. Damn. "Hey, princess!" The man offers a brief, polite nod toward Santa. His eyes jump from Santa to the little girl and he immediately scoops her from Santa's hold. His whole face changes from a strong and defensive demeanor to one of pure joy and softness. Santa is amazed.

They're the internet's favorite secret. Santa, the bubbly dancer whose food challenges hide a nervous heart. Perth, the cool rocker whose garage sessions can't drown out his quiet fears. Off-camera, they share a home, a life, and a love they've carefully kept on mute. But the internet is always watching. An accidental reflection, a matching bracelet, a look that lasts a second too long-their fans are connecting the dots, and the war between their fandoms is trending. As the evidence mounts and the pressure builds, Santa and Perth have to decide: how long can you keep love in the drafts before you have the courage to hit 'post'?