the dream we live in
✿ summary: after your husband forgot your wedding anniversary, he swore he would make up for his recent absence and forgetfulness to you, starting with a beautiful vacation to the maldives… and ending with some exciting news. ✿ warnings/tags: MDNI!, 18+, explicit, smut, fluff, just husband sannie being precious (and hot) on vacation, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, a whisper of a breeding kink, creampie, san still has a dirty mouth (shocker)… let me know if i missed anything! ✿ pairing: husband!san x fem!reader ✿ author’s note: first off i just want to say THANK YOU for being so patient with me as i get back into writing after my wedding! Ive been married for just over a month and have never been happier♡ ANYWAYS this is a sequel to wandering for you! i absolutely recommend reading that first for context/backstory (: thank you to @nyang3racha for this suggestion and choi mf san for posting these photos the second i needed them for a moodboard !!! ✿ word count: 4.7k ✿ read it on ao3: here
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Your anniversary vacation has flown by, and it’s been months since you’ve felt so loved and cared for. Your husband’s promotion started out exciting, both of you overjoyed that San was bringing in more money. He was so attentive at first, showering you with gifts and letting you remodel your new penthouse to your heart’s desire. However, soon after he became more distant, working from sunrise to sunset, not letting you know when he’d be home late, and hardly giving you attention when he was present at home.
It’s been almost two weeks since he forgot your wedding anniversary, when he came home after midnight to your candlelit dinner you had spent all day preparing for him. It’s been two weeks since you gave him an ultimatum, telling him if he doesn’t start putting more effort into your marriage, that you would have to leave him. He called his boss that night, and told him he’d need the next two weeks off to take you on an anniversary trip.
The Maldives have been unreal. Lavish dinners, sunny days by the water, snorkeling and sightseeing, and lots of delicious makeup sex. San’s spark has returned, his previously tired eyes now glowing with love and determination. You’ve lost track of how many sorry’s have been shared with you, each one heartfelt and filled with the promise that he will do better even when you return home.
San sits across from you at what has come to be your favorite restaurant at the resort, candles illuminating his tanned skin. His short sleeved white button down sits comfortably on his broad shoulders, his bronzed chest peeking out from where you convinced him to undo a button or two. His hair is still damp from your time in the water earlier, black strands falling across his forehead. His dimpled cheeks are pulled up in a smile, his favorite silver framed glasses perched on his nose. He hasn’t looked this carefree in… you don’t even know how long. Soft jazz music fills the air, and your server passes by to top off your glasses of champagne.
“To us, gongjunim,” he beams, reaching for his glass and lifting it in the air for a toast. “Thank you, for reminding me what and who I truly live for, and for giving me a chance to keep your heart.”
“To us, Sannie,” you repeat, bringing your glass to meet his, clinking them over the decadent dessert sitting between you that your husband convinced you that you have to have room for. “I have no words for how grateful I am for this trip.”
”I will take you on as many trips as your beautiful heart desires,” he whispers. “I don’t deserve a second chance from you whatsoever, but I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that it was the right decision.”
“I already know it was,” you wink.
You finish your dessert through praises and words of affirmation shared between the two of you. Your husband shares how much he realized he needed this trip, and that your marriage needed it too. You can’t help but agree. San tips the serving staff 100% and thanks them for your beautiful stay, taking your hand and guiding you to the beach. You kick off your sandals, and he hooks the straps around one of his fingers, carrying them at his side as you step into the soft white sand.
He swaps his glasses for sunglasses as you walk toward the sunset, then stops to drink you in. He looks you up and down, keeping your hand held tightly in his.
“What?” You laugh after beat after beat of silence.
“I just can’t believe I almost lost you,” he whispers. He releases your hand to run his own down your hip, over the soft white fabric of the dress he bought you at the resort’s boutique earlier in the day. “I would have never forgiven myself.”
”Sannie,” you whisper, taking a step closer to him. He wraps his hand around you, resting it on your lower back. You bring your hand to cup his cheek, and he leans into it, just like he always does. “You have already made up for lost time, and I know my heart never would have healed if I left you. You have to stop beating yourself up over it all, I am here and I always will be.”
“Always?”
“Always.”
A mischievous grin spreads across his mouth, and before you can stop him he drops your sandals, wrapping an arm around your waist and heaving you up over his shoulder, giggling all the while.
“Choi San, you put me down right now!” You cry out through your own laughter.
“Oh, I will, baby,” he declares.
He turns, and you immediately realize what is about to happen. You watch as San’s feet move you both closer to the waves lapping onto the sand.
”Oh my god, San!” You shout, still laughing, kicking your feet to no avail.
“What do you say? One last swim, jagi?”
He wades into the water, gripping you tightly as you squirm in his hold, both of you laughing uncontrollably. You watch his sunglasses hit the sand behind him. Your toes dip into the cool water as he continues deeper, and after a few steps, San jumps forward, bringing you both down.
The water consumes you both, cooling your sun-warmed skin. You pop up, securing your footing in the cool sand beneath you, meeting the devious gaze of your husband. The look in his eyes makes your heart swell, bringing you back to the vibrant and determined boy you met in college, and all the trouble you two had gotten into together.
He unbuttons his shirt slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“How’s the water?” He asks, opening his shirt, and shrugging out of it. He tosses it onto the beach behind you without looking. His white linen pants cling to his toned thighs, the waistband creeping lower with the weight of the damp fabric. Your throat tightens when you realize… he isn’t wearing underwear. Looks like you weren’t the only one to make that style choice tonight.
“Quite refreshing, if I’m being honest.” You wade through the waist-deep waves toward your husband, your dress swirling in the water around you, resting your hands on his warm chest. “But I fear you’ve just ruined my brand new dress.”
He wraps his arms around your waist. “I’ll buy you another, and another in every color they have,” he holds you close, nudging your nose with his. “I thought you looked incredible in this dress when it was dry, but oh my god,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours. The fabric clings to your breasts, your hardening nipples peaking underneath.
“Do I look like a mermaid?” You murmur against his mouth.
“The sexiest one I’ve ever seen,” he confirms, grinning as he captures your lips with his, cupping your face in his hands.
Your mouths mold together, in what must be your millionth kiss of this vacation. He slips his tongue between your lips, gliding it over yours, a low groan rumbling in his throat.
“Sannie,” you pull back to look at him, suddenly aware that you’re on the resort’s busiest beach. “Why don’t we go and make good use of our room? Since it’s our last night, and all.”
“Music to my ears, jagi,” he presses a soft, lasting kiss to your forehead. “Allow me.”
You yelp as he maneuvers your body, scooping you up into his arms bridal style and turning back to the beach.
“San, our stuff!” You remind him, making no move to wiggle out of his hold.
“We’ll get it later,” he counters, that devious grin playing across his lips once again.
He carries you all the way through the resort, despite your many declarations that you don’t mind walking barefoot. “I would never let my wife do such a thing,” he reminds you repeatedly. You fish your room key out of his pocket as you approach your waterside villa. You tap it on the card reader on the door, and San’s lips come down on your neck as he pushes it open. Anticipation pools warmly in your belly.
He kicks the door shut behind you, slowly letting you down to the floor as he licks across your damp skin. He nibbles at your collarbone, slipping his fingers under the straps of your dress, sliding them down your arms. Your eyes close at the sensation of his tongue on you, and you roll your shoulders to help him slide your dress down. The wet fabric pools around your feet, and you step out of it, kicking it to the side, your nipples immediately tightening at the exposure. Your husband groans when he takes a step back to drink you in, and suddenly he cages you between his arms against the door. The hunger in his eyes makes your stomach drop.
“My beautiful wife,” he breathes against the shell of your ear. He covers your neck in hot, open-mouthed kisses, hands gliding over every exposed inch of your skin.
“Sannie,” you thread your fingers through his hair, holding him against you as he maps your collarbones with his tongue.
“I need to taste you, jagi,” he kisses lower, leaving a trail down the valley between your breasts, over your stomach, gripping your hips firmly in his hands as he lowers to his knees in front of you.
“H-Here?” You choke out, suddenly struggling to get a deep breath into your lungs.
“Here. Now.” His words are firm, his brown eyes heavy with want. He’s been this way every time you’ve been intimate the past two weeks. Desperate for you the moment you’re alone, holding onto you so tightly, as if he’s still afraid you’ll disappear.
You feel his fingers tap the back of your leg, signalling for you to lift it. You do, and San guides it up over his shoulder. You bend your knee, resting your lower leg across his back.
His eyes darken at the sight of you spread open before him, your skin and hair still dripping with ocean water. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his throat bobs before he dives in.
Hot pleasure licks up your spine as he slides his tongue through your heat. You watch him in awe, and the raw hunger in the way he looks up at you makes your core throb. His eyes roll back at the taste of you, swirling his tongue around your clit before teasing the tip of it at your entrance.
“God, Sannie,” you whine, rolling your hips against his mouth, threading your fingers through his dark damp strands to keep his head in place. He moans against your center, the vibrations making you shudder, and he nods as you grip his hair even tighter.
“You taste so good, jagi,” he pulls away from you quickly to teasingly nibble on the inside of your thigh. “I can never get enough of you.” He pushes your thigh further open, tracing his fingers up and up, until he reaches your cunt, sinking two fingers fully inside of you.
“Fuck,” you cry out, throwing your head back, struggling to keep your one leg steady on the floor, your knee wobbling beneath you. He brings his free hand up to cup your ass and support your body, the other moving steadily between your legs, his fingers pumping rhythmically, each thrust hitting deeper.
He laps at your swollen clit in time with his fingers, quickly drawing you to the edge, your chest heaving. His intimate knowledge of your body never fails him, always able to work you up in just a few breaths. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, every spot that his skin touches yours channeling deep, primal desire down to your core.
You tense around his fingers and he smirks against you, and you know that he knows you’re getting close. He sucks your clit into his mouth, changing the angle of his fingers, intentionally waiting until you’re already on the edge to start hitting that tender spot deep inside of you. You tug on his hair again, needing him even closer, more contact, more everything.
“Oh, Sannie I’m—“ your breath catches in your throat as his teeth graze over your clit, a shuddered moan escaping your lips.
“Mmhm,” his voice rumbles through you, confirming to you what he already knows. He nods, encouraging you to let go, licking and pumping at a rhythm that makes your hearing start to go fuzzy.
Your knee shakes beneath you as you get closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, and San tightens his grip on your ass to hold you in place, pushing your leg further over his shoulder to hold more of your weight on him. He moans around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body, turning you molten.
“Fuck!” You cry out, searing heat coursing through you as your climax washes over you, bracing your hands on your husbands shoulders as your leg starts to give out.
He carefully slides your leg off of his shoulder as he lazily licks at your cunt, kissing your over sensitive clit gently, aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you. You feel like you’re floating, hardly noticing when he slides his fingers out of you to massage your hips, kissing your belly, letting you grip his shoulders as hard as you need to keep yourself standing.
He slowly rises, kissing every inch of your skin the whole way up, cradling your head gently in his hands and taking your mouth with his.
The taste of you on his lips makes your core pulse, and when he licks into your mouth you already feel ready for him, the raw need is almost too much to bear.
He wordlessly wraps an arm around you, easily lifting you, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, locking your ankles at the small of his back. His lips never leave yours, and he turns to lead you both to the bed.
He grips your ass in both hands, lowering you slightly to roll your core over where his solid cock rests beneath his pants. A whimper escapes your mouth into his, and he smiles against your lips.
“I need you, Sannie,” you mewl, drawing his bottom lip between your teeth.
He chuckles, nodding, looking up into your eyes, his pupils blown wide with desire. As you get closer to your massive bed, you suddenly realize you’re both still dripping, and you’re unsure if it’s water or sweat.
“The bedding is gonna get all wet, San!” You try to warn him, knowing you both aren’t gonna want to sleep on a wet bed after this, if he lets you sleep at all tonight.
“Then I’ll request our bedding be changed while I take my beautiful wife for a drink later,” he smirks, gently setting you down on the mattress. He stands to his full height between your parted thighs, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back to look up at him.
He looks absolutely delectable, it’s hard to keep yourself from drooling. This man has been the object of all your desires for years upon years, and he still manages to steal the breath from your lungs each and every day. His sunkissed skin, the lingering droplets dripping down his toned stomach, the hard line of his cock pressing against his white linen pants…
“You’re staring, my love,” he muses, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly, his dimples making an appearance. Your cheeks warm and you try to look away, shyness creeping up, but he keeps his hold on your chin firm. His deep eyes bore into yours, the silent heated moment elevating your heart rate.
“Hands on the headboard, jagiya,” he demands, a low growl in his voice. He thumbs your bottom lip before releasing you, jerking his head in the direction of the headboard, waiting for you to move. His gaze darkens, pulling you from your frozen state.
You roll over, up onto your hands and knees, swaying your ass side to side as you crawl up the mattress. You hear your husband groan behind you, then the swoosh of him getting out of his pants as you wrap your fingers around the top of the headboard, arching your back and spreading your legs wide.
“Fucking hell, jagi,” he breathes, “look at you.” God, this man never fails to make you feel like the sexiest woman alive.
You feel the mattress dip as he climbs up right behind you, his warm hands settling on your hips, the tops of his thighs brushing against you. You feel his solid length nudge against your ass as he leans over to leave hot, wet kisses up your spine. He starts at your tailbone, moving up further and further, each kiss tightening your nipples and soaking your center.
His lips reach the back of your neck, and he licks from your nape to behind your ear, drawing your earlobe between his teeth, nipping lightly.
“I am going to fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me for days,” he growls into your ear.
All you can do is whine at his words, pressing your ass back into him, wiggling against his cock. This earns you a shuddering groan, the deep timber of his voice stoking the flame deep inside of you.
“N-now, please,” you beg, turning slightly to look at him.
“Anything for my wife,” he kisses you hard and fast before straightening behind you, kneading your ass with one hand and lining the head of his cock up at your entrance. He notches it inside you, just an inch, surely trying his best to take his time.
You need more, trying to push back, earning yourself another inch and another delicious groan from your husband.
“I didn’t want this to be over too quickly, but I fucking need you,” he warns before thrusting deeper, until he’s fully seated inside of you, a gasp falling from your lips at the feeling. He’s been inside you more times than you can count over the last two weeks, but fuck, it never gets old. “God, fuck,” he whispers, his words shaking.
“Please Sannie, fuck me.” You pull off of him halfway before throwing your ass back, bringing him even deeper than before.
“Mmm.” He starts to set a steady rhythm, gripping your hips so tightly, you hope you have finger shaped bruises on them in the morning. He fills you so perfectly, you have to tighten your grip on the headboard to keep from turning into a writhing mess.
You meet his thrusts in earnest, slamming back into him as much as your dwindling strength will allow. The sound of skin on skin in combination with both of your moans is absolutely pornographic, a beautiful harmony of primal desire and wanton need.
Your arms start to shake, your muscles burning at the force it’s taking to hold yourself up. San senses it immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up, supporting all of your weight as he pulls you flush against his chest.
The new angle has you borderline crying for him, the head of his cock hitting so impossibly deep inside of you, you can hardly stand it.
“I love you so fucking much, do you hear me?” His lips brush against your ear. “I will love you until the day I die, and my soul will find yours in every single lifetime.”
Tears rush down your cheeks, the sheer pleasure in combination with his beautiful words bringing you so close to another orgasm, you can almost reach it.
“I love you Sannie, forever,” you choke out, turning to look at him the best you can.
“Don’t cry, my love,” he whispers, licking the tears from your cheek, then pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. You wrap an arm around the back of his neck, holding him as tight as you can, your sweat-slicked bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
His fingers trail across your stomach before dipping between your legs, the pad of his middle finger easily finding your clit and pressing on it firmly. You jerk against him, and his chuckles against your mouth, swirling his finger around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You feel so fucking good, I could die right now a happy man.”
You throw your head back on his shoulder, and his lips come down on your neck, biting and licking at your skin.
“Fill me up, Sannie,” you whine, turning to putty in his arms as your orgasm threatens to pull you under. You feel absolutely delirious with pleasure, every swirl of his fingers around your clit making you needier.
“I plan to, jagi,” his hips stutter slightly but his fingers keep their pace, and you squeeze around him. “Fuck, I’ll fuck you so full I’ll put a baby in you.” Those words send your mind reeling, lust clouding every rational thought you could have, other than that you really really want him to do just that.
His thrusts turn desperate, chasing his release as well as yours, pumping into you twice more before you both cry out in ecstasy, his arms tightening around your trembling form. His cock throbs inside of you, and you feel pulse after pulse of his hot release filling you to the brim.
“Wow,” you whisper, your body shaking from the sheer force with which your orgasm ripped through you. Your husband holds you close, breathing hard and deep against the nape of your neck, peppering you with kisses.
“Wow is right,” he laughs, gently guiding you down onto the lush bedding, which is only slightly damp. He gingerly pulls out of you, jumping out of bed to grab you a damp towel from the bathroom. You lay on your belly, leaving your legs parted for when your husband returns. You breathe deep, trying to relish in your last night in this beautiful villa.
San comes back after a brief moment, black pajama pants hanging low on his hips and a towel in his hand. He carefully cleans you up between your thighs, rubbing soft and tender circles on your back as he does. He kisses the blooming bruises on your hips, apologizing with a not-so-apologetic grin dancing across his lips. He brings you a beautiful black lace babydoll nightgown from a hidden gift bag in the closet, kneading a knot out of your shoulder as you slip it on, thanking him as you do. You give him a quick kiss before laying back on your stomach, and he lies down next to you, draping an arm over your back. You lay together in a comfortable silence.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks, a subtle hesitance lacing his tone.
“I’m not ready to go home,” you confess, looking out the window into the darkness, the sun having fully set.
“I know, jagiya,” he whispers, trailing his fingers up and down your spine. “I’m not either. This trip was much needed for both of us. But I promise, everything is going to be different once we’re home. I will be true to every word I’ve said.”
Part of you believes it’s true. That he’ll focus more on you and your home, have less late nights and early mornings. But there’s a creeping fear deep in your chest that this was short-lived bliss, and things will stay the same.
“What are you thinking about?” San rolls the heel of his hand over your lower back, right on the spot where he knows it sometimes gets sore. The tension instantly begins to melt away.
“Just nervous to go back to the real world, that’s all.” He’s been groveling and apologizing this entire vacation, so you decide to keep your lingering concerns to yourself.
Only time will tell.
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Three months later…
Pacing. Back and forth down the hallway, around the kitchen island, to your living room and back. All you have been doing for the last 2 hours is pacing. You’ve been nauseous all day, and you can’t tell if it’s from the anticipation of sharing the news with your husband, or from the news itself.
You set up your surprise on the dining room table a hundred different ways before finally settling on the placement of everything. San should be home any minute, yet the ticking of the clock on your wall is absolutely deafening.
After what must be at least your 50th lap around the penthouse, you finally hear the front door click open as San turns his key in the lock. You freeze, listening to him putting his things down. His voice snaps you out of it, remembering that what you’ve been planning for all afternoon is about to come to fruition. You speedwalk over to the dining table, standing just out of view from the hallway.
“Jagi, I’m home!” He cheerfully calls to you. He has been true to his word since you’ve returned from your anniversary vacation, working within the hours of 9 to 5 as often as he can, and coming home early some days to make up for later ones. He always lets you know when he’s running behind, and just as you suspected: his office loves him just the same. He’s even earned a bonus for all of his hard work.
“In here, Sannie!” You call, willing the shaking out of your voice. You glance back to your setup one last time, bracing yourself for when he rounds the corner to the dining room.
“How was your day?” He asks from halfway down the hallway, his voice getting closer. “I missed you this afternoon, Hongjoong told the funniest joke during our meeting, you would’ve loved it, I–”
He comes around the corner and stills the second he sees you, taking in the goofy grin you’re sporting. A smile creeps across his mouth. He doesn’t notice the onesie on the table behind you at first. Or the tiny little sneakers.
“What are you so smiley about, beautiful?” He takes a few short strides across the room to get to you, reaching a hand out to take yours in it. He strokes a thumb over your knuckles.
“Because I have something for you,” your throat tightens, and you feel that familiar heat creep up behind your eyes. That heat that you’ve been feeling ever since you took your first test, tears falling the moment you saw those two little lines. “For us,” you correct.
You take a small step to the side, giving him a better view of what’s behind you.
A small gasp is his first response, followed by his fingers tightening around your hand.
“Jagiya…” He whispers, taking in the sight before him. The little outfits, the rattle, the sonogram. The navy baseball hat with a big white “DAD” embroidered on the front… and the last pregnancy test you took just an hour ago, two thick lines staring back at him.
“Are you…?” His voice breaks, and you can see the tears welling in his eyes already. “Are we–”
“We’re gonna be parents, Sannie,” you whisper.
“Oh my god,” he chokes out, tears freely falling as he scoops you up into his arms, practically knocking the wind out of you. “We’re gonna be parents,” he repeats your words.
He drops to his knees in front of you, just like he did on that fateful night, when you swore to him that if he didn’t find a better balance between work and home, that you’d leave him.
But this time, instead of fear and longing in his deep brown eyes, all you see is elation and love. And instead of wrapping his arms around you and begging for another chance, he’s spreading his hands wide across your belly, pressing his forehead to the teeny tiny bump you’ve recently discovered you have.
“I love you, jagi,” he says, looking up at you with another round of tears brimming in his eyes.
“I love you, Sannie,” you remind him, cupping his cheek in your palm. He leans into it, like he always does.
“And I love you, baby,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your belly. “We can’t wait to meet you.”
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