you can call me cherri (which you pronounce it like the fruit). i’m bi and i try to get writing out but with life in the way it can get difficult ;w;
My ult groups are txt, en-, aespa, and soon probably illit! below is some info about things/idols i will and won’t write :)
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Groups I write for:
I write for TXT, EN-, Ateez, and skz currently, but i wouldn’t mind writing for any other boy groups and/or soloists that aren’t problematic! I mainly write m x f!reader cuz i dunno how to write m!reader without it sounding weird ㅠㅠ I also don’t know how to write with girls yet either surprisingly lol
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Things I absolutely WONT write:
Any kind of bodily fluid fetish (spit might be an acception; i’m thinking on it), ageplay, no animal hybrids sorry! (vampires or sirens/mermaids are okay though!)
If a maknae in a group is 18 or younger i won’t write them! (even at 19 probably not either; again, still thinking!)
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Any written works with the 🍒🌸 tag are mine please don’t copy or claim them as yours!
a silly continuation of "pretty privilege", but can be read as a stand-alone.
"showing off your incredibly hot and sexy boyfriend is fun until you realize that others also want your incredibly hot and sexy boyfriend. the mere thought of it is enough to make you murderous."
taehyun x fem! reader
Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut, pwp
Word count: 2.2K
warnings: not proof read im sorry, dare i say the softest switch x switch… mc kinda doms for two seconds before it switches to soft dom!tyun x sub! mc, dry humping, raw sex, pet names (honey, love, baby, etc), hair pulling, scratching, breast play, creampie, mc is possessive it's kinda scary, but tyun matches her freak so it's ok, extreme fluff ahead they're so in love and it hit me like a bag of bricks,, i didn't see it coming (lmk if i should add anything!)
notes: another one thank you
posting taehyun was the best and worst thing you've ever done— you always knew your boyfriend was hot, itching to show him off to the world, but you never expected other's to be so… vocal about the shared sentiment.
"baby," taehyun's voice has managed to become distant, biting your nails as you scroll through the comments section of your newest video— it was a transition video you took during your trip to the beach, an attempt to show off your newest bathing suit and the pretty dress you got for the day out; instead, you're scrolling through endless comments yelling and drooling about your boyfriend— the reaction pictures, the emojis, the 'can you fight?' comments— it's all enough to bring your blood to a boil, your teeth grinding down against your acrylic nails.
"honey," taehyun's hand comes up to snag your nail from your teeth— you look up to find equal parts amusement and concern on his face, "stop it, you're gonna bite the charms off."
even during times like these, where you feel you might just rip someone's head off from the sheer frustration you feel, taehyun still manages to make your heart skip a beat; of course, you shouldn't ruin your fresh set, much less the one he paid for— he's holding your hand so gently, running his thumb across your knuckles as he examines your face marred with stress.
"what's wrong love?" his eyes flicker to the phone you're holding with an iron-clad grip, "did someone send you a weird message?"
at the reminder of your problem, your eyes flicker down to the comments section you've yet to click away from— and your eyes catch onto a certain comment that reads "guys… i found his @ >_<", unable to stop yourself from checking the replies that all beg and scream for taehyun's handle to be revealed— you think you feel your eye twitching as your gaze snaps back to your boyfriend.
you knew he looked incredible when you were filming those videos. it's why you posted them in the first place! his honey skin positively glowed under the sun, his eyes shining cutely and his dimple popping out when you had him follow along with your silly transitions— the tight tee he wore all day that outlined his body perfectly and revealed a bit of his stomach when he raised his arms was definitely eye catching, not to mention the small portion you included of you two jumping into the water, with him shirtless; muscles on display, his long necklace hanging behind his back as the picked you up before dumping the two of you in, turning around and flashing the camera a perfect shot of his broad back— fuck, your teeth are grinding together at the mere realization that there are other's who are drooling over him, even going as far as searching for his personal account…
taehyun is beginning to feel more concerned the longer you stare at him like you might just kill someone; what was meant to be a quiet unwinding before bed has turned into trying to defuse the ticking bomb you've become, your jaw clenching as your eyes begin to trail along taehyun's body— he gulps, watching the way your eyes trace over every last detail, your gaze darkening at what you see.
it all changes in the blink of an eye; you're tossing your phone on the bedside table, crossing your arms against your chest and slumping back into the pillows with a deep pout; though you pretend to watch the documentary taehyun put on, he can tell you're not taking in a single thing.
"baby," he's scooting close to you, sitting up on his forearm as he hovers over you, "what's wrong?"
you frown. "how's your instagram doing?"
"huh? it's fine," you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, and he raises a brow, "i had to private it. i was getting a bunch of random followers."
you slap your hands on your face, letting out a deep groan— fuck. you knew it!
"people are so fucking weird," you grit out, your mood worsening by the second— taehyun merely looms over you, his bright eyes clouding with worry, lips jutting out into a pout— he looks so cute, it's pissing you off. "drooling all over you as if your girlfriend isn't right fucking there."
taehyun tries hard to suppress the small smile that pulls at his lips— he really does— but it's impossible when he watches the way you melt deeper into the bed like a kicked puppy.
"is that what this is all about?" there's a teasing lilt in his voice that make you send him a sharp glare, "you gettin' jealous, baby?"
your frown deepens, and you sit up, "is this funny to you?"
"no, it's cute," he smiles up at you, "'cause now you know how i feel."
"no, no this— this is different," taehyun has failed to defuse you, but he doesn't seem to care much as he watches you rant with a fond glint in his eyes. "when people approach me, i tell them about you— i only think about you, tyun. but online, it's like— i can't control what these freaks are saying about you!"
you sneer, biting at your thumb nail again, "they know you're mine, but they don't care. they actually think they have a chance."
you're off in a world of your own— jealousy is rampant in your gaze that falls onto taehyun, shifting to straddle him while he lays back in bed, his hands coming to rest on your hips.
"you're all mine, right?"
"of course my love," he purrs out.
"it's just not fair," you pout, your hips gaining a mind of your own— you just can't help yourself. not when taehyun is staring up at you with those soft, hopeless eyes, shining with admiration as he presses his hips against yours. not when you can feel his thick length getting harder the more you rub your cunt against him, wearing nothing but his shirt and thin panties that begin to stick to your folds, "i can't stand the way they talk about you."
leaning down, you put your hands against taehyun's chest for support— a particularly firm press against his cock has his brows furrowing, groaning softly as he watches the way your hips more. "yeah? like— like what?"
"like they wanna eat you up," he's fully hard against you, and you're shifting so you can grind your clit against the tip of his cock, "like they see what i see."
"as if they could ever get your hands on you," scoffing, you're haste to pull your boyfriend's cock out, pushing your panties to the side and teasing his leaking tip along your entrance— his fingers dig into your hips, teeth gritting together at the way you leak onto him— your walls flutter at the sudden stretch as you sink down onto him, your sharp eyes taking in the way he falls apart beneath you.
pushing his shirt up, you're raking your nails down his chest just to watch the way a blushed trail of lines appear on his skin— his stomach clenches, flinching when you grip his waist and begin to move on his cock, bouncing your hips and picking up a harsh rhythm that fills the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin; the more you watch your boyfriend struggle to keep up with you, mouth falling open and pretty moans falling from his lips, the more you can feel yourself get worked up.
"y-y'know, i get so many comments on our posts together— saying we're not gonna last," you grit out, angling your hips so his cock can brush perfectly against your walls, clenching down on his thick length, "they act as if you'd actually— f..fucking leave me for them."
"i'd never," taehyun pants out, his eyes rolling back as you slam down on him, "i… only have eyes for you, baby."
"yeah?" you whine, thighs burning as you continue to bounce on your boyfriend's cock, your hips stuttering as he rubs circles on your clit, "i just— i want everyone to know you're n-not… not going anywhere…"
"want them to know i'm all yours?" he's sitting up, adjusting your position so he can meet you halfway, thrusting up into you— he's leaving haste kisses all along your neck, pushing up your shirt until he can kiss along your chest, sucking your nipples and swirling his tongue along the sensitive buds; you're nodding frantically, weaving your fingers into his hair to pull him closer, until your bodies are flush together.
he's trailing back up along your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive spots on your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline, his lips lingering there, "maybe i should just be your husband then?"
it feels like someone has sent an electric current up your spine— the word husband has you shivering, clenching down on taehyun as your fingers pull tighter at his hair; he moans at your reaction, nipping at your skin and thrusting up into you harder.
"f-fuck, please," you cry out, his lips continuing to suck and kiss at your neck, wandering back down to your breasts— you can feel the pleasure building up, threatening to crash at any moment, "want you to be— fuck!— mine, just mine!"
"i've always been yours," he murmurs against your skin, "and i can be yours forever."
"yes, yes, please—" your heart pounds at the mere thought: taehyun, yours. forever. "i'm gonna cum, fuck, tyunie, oh my god—"
you've lost control of your body, and taehyun is more than happy to step in, his grip on your waist bruising as he guides your body up and down his cock, slamming your hips all the way down to the base. when he feels your walls fluttering around him and your body tense, he reaches to rub tight circles on your clit, placing a soft kiss just under your ear.
"my cute little wife just feels so good, hmm?" the words roll off his tongue and are sweet like honey, your brain short circuiting as you nod, "cum on my cock, pretty."
your body is tuned to his every command, your climax hitting you full force— your cunt flutters around his length, the overwhelming pleasure making you scramble to hold onto something— instead, you drag your nails down taehyun's back, the points of your acrylics digging into his skin and drawing out a long groan from taehyun, setting off his own orgasm; he holds you down against him, rolling his hips up into you as the two of you ride it out, the room silent save for your pants and soft whimpers from the sensitivity.
his body is firm, warm against yours; you can feel his lips tracing along your skin, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline, his hands smoothing up and down your waist; you pull back to get a good look at him, his eyes fluttering up to meet your gaze and a small smile tugging at his lips.
"hey," you say softly, brushing back his bangs; he hums, leaning into your touch, "did you really mean what you said?"
"of course i did," his voice quiets, seemingly flustered— he avoids your gaze as he continues. "you're someone i want to spend the rest of my life with."
"i've thought of this before," he confesses, looking back up to find your dumbfounded expression, "have you?"
"i— i have," you breathe out, your pulse racing— there's this charged feeling the rest of the night as you begin to talk about it more seriously, in thorough details; you settle into taehyun's arms with a restless heart, the only thing racing in your mind being the prospect of truly having taehyun be all yours.
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the day after, you sulk when you check taehyun's account, finding his follower count has quadrupled— no, you tell yourself, it's fine, you shouldn't be so worked up over this. when you go to tap on his story upload by instinct, any insecurity and worry washes away instantly— lo and behold, taehyun has posted a picture of him on duty— but… when you take a closer look, you find the pendant of his chain hanging low on his back, brushing against familiar red lines that span along his honey skin, highlighted just enough by the setting sun. you feel like someone has knocked the air out from your lungs, texting your boyfriend— soon to be fiance— with frantic fingers.
get home now.
i need you.
your response comes back instantly.
yes ma'am.
be there soon.
taehyun is bursting through the door fifteen minutes later— by the time you're done with him, you've left marks from beneath his ear to his pelvis, a particularly deliberate mark left on his chest in the shape of a heart; he allows you to rest on top of him as he lays back, wincing whenever he shifts— when you pout and apologize for scratching him so hard, he shakes his head, brushing back your hair with a fond smile.
"don't be sorry, love," he murmurs, "y'gotta show everyone who i belong to, right?"
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bye guys hi ladies mwah 😽
note : here are my fav soobin fics! enjoy
please reblog if you likes any of my recs! thank you
SOOBIN
bullying him by @sstrwbrryccke
pairing : sub perv!soobin x mean bully!reader
themes : mean reader, bullying, dacryphilia, perv soobin, humiliation, public fondling??, somewhat nonconsensual
not tryna romantize bullying or anything but 😩 u gotta read this! and btw it has multiple parts 🫣 thank you sstrwbrryccke we say in union!
The 🐱Killa by @taeyongdoyoung
pairing : bsf!soobin x reader
themes : best friends to lovers trope, smut, big dick soobin (canon event)
wc : 2k
oh em gee, this is art! I love how he is scared of reader running away😭 he's so adorable and hot at the same time!
NERD by @izzyy-stuff
pairing : choi soobin x afab!reader
themes : nerd soobin, smut
wc : 3.9k
pls don't be mad, but it's another nerd soobin 🥺,I physically can't stop cuz I love nerd!someone, and this one is really goodd😩😛
Fuckin' Like Rabbits by @chvrri
pairing : bigdick!soobin x fem!reader
themes : smut with no plot, soobin has a size kink, both of them are desperate as fuck
AAGHH luv this one😩🫰I wanna kiss chvrri
dilf soobin hard thoughts by @bambiihee
pairing : dilf!soobin x babysitter!reader
themes : smut, brief daddy kink, short hard thoughts
wishing this was a fic with 5-7k wc😔 still good tho😛
THINK I CAN'T? by @hyukascampfire
pairing : husband!soobin x fem reader
themes : est relationship, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, trying for a baby, sweetness, breeding kink, trad roles
wc : 1k
the way his ego got hurt😭...
GIFT WRAPPING by @hyukascampfire
pairing : husband!soobin x wife!reader
themes : Christmas Eve, fluff, traditional roles, smut
wc : 3.4k
once again by hyukascampfire! this one is soo fluffy and warm, the kids r adorable!
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ಇ. a/n ⌇ just soft soobin being soft because we all need that hehehehe ((better in light mode)). english is not my first language!
𝓣he room feels smaller now, warmer—like the air itself has changed texture. You can still feel the ghost of his touch lingering on your skin, electric and tender all at once, the kind of sensation that doesn't fade right away. Your heart hasn't quite remembered how to beat normally yet.
Soobin shifts beside you, and the mattress dips with his weight. His arm drapes across your waist, heavy and grounding, and you feel the exhale of his breath against the back of your neck—slow, steady, real. His hair tickles your shoulder, still slightly damp at the ends, and you can smell his shampoo mixed with something distinctly him. Clean cotton and warmth.
"You okay?" His voice comes out raspier than usual, scratching against the quiet in a way that makes your stomach flip.
You hum in response, not quite trusting your voice yet. Your fingers find his hand where it rests against your stomach, and you trace lazy patterns over his knuckles. They're a little red still. His skin is so soft there, softer than people would expect from hands that big.
He presses closer, eliminating what little space existed between your bodies, and you feel his smile against your shoulder blade. "That's not an answer."
"I'm good," you finally manage, voice smaller than intended. "Really good."
The laugh that rumbles through his chest vibrates against your back. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
A comfortable silence settles over you both, broken only by the sound of breathing synchronizing and the distant hum of traffic outside. The sheets are cool where they're tangled around your legs, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from everywhere he's touching you. It's overwhelming in the gentlest way possible—too much and somehow not enough.
His thumb starts moving in small circles against your hip, absentminded, soothing. You didn't even realize you were still trembling slightly until his touch steadies you.
"Your heart's still racing," Soobin murmurs, and you can hear the smile in his voice even without seeing his face.
"Whose fault is that?"
He laughs again, and god, you're addicted to that sound—the way it's all breath and genuine amusement, nothing held back. His lips press against your shoulder, your neck, the space behind your ear, each kiss feather-light but burning in its own way. Not trying to start anything, just... appreciating. Savoring.
"Sorry," he whispers against your skin, but he doesn't sound sorry at all.
You turn in his arms, finally facing him, and the sight makes your chest ache in the best way. His hair is an absolute mess, falling into his eyes, and his lips are slightly swollen, cheeks still flushed pink. But it's his eyes that get you—the way they're so soft right now, melting as they take you in like you're something precious.
"Hi," he says, dimples appearing as his smile widens.
"Hi," you echo, reaching up to brush his hair back. It's impossibly soft between your fingers.
He catches your wrist gently, bringing your palm to his lips. The kiss he presses there is tender, lingering, and you feel it everywhere. "You're staring."
"You're pretty."
His ears go red immediately, and he tries to hide his face against your neck, but you feel his smile stretching wider against your skin. "Stop," he mumbles, but his arms tighten around you.
"It's true though."
"You can't just—" He pulls back just enough to look at you, flustered and fond and so, so in love it makes you dizzy. "You can't say stuff like that when I'm trying to be cool."
"You're literally cuddling me. The cool act is over, baby."
He groans dramatically but he's laughing too, and then he's rolling you both so you're tucked perfectly against his chest, his heartbeat steady and strong beneath your ear. One hand comes up to play with your hair, fingers carding through it slowly, carefully working through any tangles.
"Comfortable?" he asks softly.
You nod against him, breathing in the scent of his skin. Your lips brush against his collarbone when you speak. "Could stay like this forever."
"Don't tempt me." His voice is warm, slightly teasing. "I'll call in sick tomorrow. We can just... stay."
The thing is, you know he means it. He'd build a whole world right here in this bed if you asked him to, order takeout and put on terrible movies and hold you through all of it without complaint.
"Tempting," you admit, fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. You can feel the slight tremor that runs through him at your touch, the way his breath catches just barely. It's intoxicating, this power you have over each other—the way the smallest gestures still feel electric.
"Hey," Soobin says quietly, and something in his tone makes you look up. His expression has gone softer somehow, more vulnerable. His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheekbone with devastating gentleness. "I love you. Like... a lot."
Your heart does something complicated in your chest. "I love you too. Like... an embarrassing amount."
He grins, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. "Good. Be embarrassing with me."
And really, there's nothing left to say to that except to close the distance between you, kissing him slow and sweet, feeling him smile against your lips. It's different from before—less urgent, more like a promise. Like coming home.
When you finally pull apart, he's looking at you like you hung the moon and personally arranged the stars, and honestly? You'd do it too if he asked.
"C'mere," he murmurs, pulling you back against his chest, wrapping himself around you like he can shield you from the whole world.
And maybe he can't, but right now, in the afterglow of everything, with his heart beating beneath your ear and his fingers drawing constellations on your skin—right now, it feels like he already does.
You fall asleep like that, tangled together, his lips pressed against your temple and his whispered "sweet dreams" following you into the warmth of unconsciousness.
everything about what you're doing feels so wrong, yet so good.
jungwon's hand is clasped over your mouth, muffling the cries you can't hold back as his cock stretches you, dragging deliciously against your tight walls.
"fuck," he whispers, the sound barely audible over your breathy pants. "you’re taking me so well, baby. always so tight for me."
every thrust has you sliding up the sheets, your breasts recoiling with every movement. the second you try to squirm or make more sound than you should, his palm presses harder over your mouth.
"don’t even think about it. you wanted this, right?" he whispers.
you nod helplessly, eyes fluttering, lips parted under his palm as his cock nudges deep inside your pussy. it all feels too much—the size of him, the pace, the growing pressure in your stomach, and the fact that your brother's just down the hall, not having a clue what you two are doing.
"you like knowing he could wake up and find you stuffed full of his best friend’s cock?"
you whimper, and he chuckles low, pulling his cock out just enough to shove his hips forward again, watching the way your eyes roll back.
"you’re fucking filthy, pretty thing," he murmurs. "it’s okay.. i like you like this. all mine, yeah?"
his hand slides from your mouth down to your throat, his other one gripping your thigh to keep it spread, fucking into your core harder, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, dangerously loud.
"gonna make a mess on you, baby.. wanna see you all covered in it."
all you can do is nod, take it, grip his arm for support as your release builds fast and heavy in your stomach.
"don’t hold back," he says. "cum for me, baby. be a good girl and soak my cock while your brother sleeps next door."
your pussy clenches tight around him as you cum a few more thrusts later, coating his length with your warm fluid before he pulls out just in time, groaning as he spills thick spurts all over your stomach.
he leans in to kiss your cheek after, whispering, "still think i should sleep on the couch?"
one thing you and jake have never tried was cockwarming. but when you heard about the concept somewhere online, it sounded hot and you knew you wanted to try it.
what you didn't take into account, however, was how much your boyfriend would struggle with it.
he's sitting at his desk, manspreading as his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, his slim and veiny fingers typing away at his keyboard as he's trying to finish up his assignment before the deadline.
you quietly creep into his room, trying to think of how you can bring it up to him without sounding too awkward or timid. "baby," you call, and jake's eyes that were once glued to his screen immediately dart toward you.
"hi, love," he smiles at you, turning his chair to face you as you slowly walk over. when you're standing in front of him, his hands interlock with yours as he stares up at you with his hazy, puppy eyes.
"what's wrong, baby?" he asks, noticing your awfully shy state. "uhm, i just.. wanna try something different with you," you admit. his thumbs caress your hands as the rest of his fingers stay intertwined with yours. "oh yeah? what is it?" he says, exhilaration and anxiety washing over him.
"i wanna try, uhm.. cockwarming." the words finally slip from your lips, your cheeks flushing as you break eye contact with him, instead staring at the floor. "hm? what's cockwarming, princess?" he asks, genuinely confused like he's never heard of the term before.
oh gosh. you seriously have to explain what it is to him? the word 'cockwarming' alone was even too much for you to say. "well, we just sit there.. while, y'know.. your cock is inside me." you say, trying to maintain eye contact with him but it's far too embarrassing.
"so i just stay inside you? that's it?" he says, delight laced in his voice. a wave of relief washes over you as you're glad he didn’t ridicule your idea, but instead wanted to go through with it. "yeah, no moving.. just sit still and feel me." you say, feeling a little more at ease now.
jake's eyes flick at his laptop screen for a moment, scanning the report he hasn't yet finished, and looks back at you, his hands slipping away from yours. "yeah, let's try it. i have to finish this by 12pm.. think you can cockwarm me while i try to get it done?" he asks, saying the term you just taught him like he knew all about it.
you softly nod, watching him open his legs a little more and tug his sweatpants down, cock springing up. you slip your panties to the side that were covered by his oversized tee that you were wearing, before positioning yourself to sit in front of him. you sit, lowering yourself down more until his entire cock slides inside.
you gasp at the deliberate stretch, feeling it brush right before your cervix. "fuck, baby.." he softly groans, relishing the way your warm walls clamp around his length, before he remembers he can't move at all. he lets you take a moment to adjust before his hands move past your waist to type again, resting his head on your shoulder.
his breathing is slightly heavy, the tension in the room thick as he occasionally looks down at his lap just to see his oversized tee tied back so it wouldn’t get in the way, your plush ass pressed against his pelvis while his cock is buried deep in your pussy.
his typing becomes slower now, less focused, constantly hitting the backspace button and pausing as he begins to write nonsense, not at all relating to what his report is about.
he’s trying so hard to distract himself from the building pressure in his cock, but it’s nearly impossible. your pussy feels just too good wrapped around him, even without any movement.
"baby.. this is torture," he says, voice breathy as his focus is completely taken off his assignment, eyes darting to the back of your head as he waits for you to respond or even give in and do something. "jakey, just wanna try.. please," you softly say, turning your head back to look at him with slightly furrowed brows.
sure, his cock felt so good inside you at the moment, hitting your deepest spot and just burying itself inside you, big and warm. and yes, you were tempted and a good fuck right then and there would've been nice, but you wanted to go through with the idea.
at this very moment, you realized just how hard this was for him, just how impatient he was, just how desperate he was.
he sighs, fighting the urge to jerk his hips up, and diverts his attention back to his laptop screen.
he stares at the words he has previously written, trying to read over them, trying to see if they make sense—anything to distract him from moving. but it’s impossible.
unintentionally, his hips jolt up to readjust his position, and the minute he does, a soft moan escapes your lips and a groan leaves his.
his cock hits even deeper inside you, bumping at your cervix. "j-jake!" you scold, the temptation to move yourself now becoming harder to resist. "fuck, princess, m'sorry.. i can't." he says, voice shaky and laced with desperation.
he squirms under you, the urge of despair killing him as he just wants to fuck you, so bad. you give up, grinding your hips against his pelvis as you feel his cock brush against your sweet spot.
"nghh.. shit," you whimper, feeling his hands move to your hips to guide your movements back and forth. your walls tighten around his length with each roll, making his head throw back and mouth part.
"fuck—baby, ride me please.. i'll be good." he begs, voice laced with need as he can’t handle it anymore. the friction isn't enough.
you oblige, now beginning to bounce up and down, your hands clawing at the desk in front of him, back arching as he gets the best view possible.
he watches the way your flesh bounces against his pelvis, your slick that came from your failed cockwarming attempt stringing with each thrust. "that’s it.. use me, princess. fuck yourself on my cock."
"f-uck, jakey!" you cry out, head falling down as your arms on the table support you up. his cock twitches inside you, your pussy sucking him in so perfectly.
"mmhh, shit, gonna cum.." he softly groans, more whimpers leaving his lips as he pulls out just in time to let out his warm spurts on your ass, your bouncing slowing to a stop as your cum seeps out onto his sweatpants, creating a wet and sticky patch on the light grey fabric.
after you both take a moment to breathe and calm down from your highs, you look back to meet eyes with him as you both giggle at your horribly failed attempt at 'trying something different.' "next time, let’s see if you can stay still, yeah?" he mocks, smiling at you as you look away from him, cheeks flushing.
his assignment was long forgotten all because of you, but it was so worth it.
Yes this is a brain rot. Is there anything I’m thinking about? No.
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CW!: Reader and Soobin are horny as shitballs, bigdick!soobin x fem!reader, soobin has a size kink (HHHHUUUUUUUGGGEEEE), both of them are desperate as fuck, soobin luuuuuvvvsss your boobs <3, pet names (good girl, bunny, baby, probably others), oral (f receive), marking (scratches)
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What was in the air that Saturday night? Only god knows because you and Soobin were just UNBEARABLY horny. Normally Soobin can get horny fast if you do literally anything but this? This is on a different level. You? Well, with a tall glass of water like that, who wouldn’t get turned on? You don’t get that wound up like soobin does but today.. today you wanted him to fuck you until you were absolutely bedridden. Which in turn he delivered, the dummy he is. Speaking of dumb, that might be you sooner or later with the way he has your longly aching cunt on his face. Cock was already hard just waiting to be inside you, having stripped the two of you down already.
"Soobin- ah.. S-Soobin- lovely slow down— Soobin!" All you hear is a deliciously sounding (despite extremely muffled) groan from him and he just kept eating you out like he didn’t hear you. Seeing as he probably wasn’t gonna stop you just rut your hips into his face as you got closer to orgasm, squeezing your thighs around his face. "Fuck—mnnhgghffuucking hell I’m close soobin I’m g-gonna cum!- fuck!" Your hips stuttered on his face and your back arched as you released all your juices on his face. You kept riding his face as your clit throbbed from your orgasm. Soobin had licked you clean and that’s when you hopped off of him.
"Taste so f’kn good baby.." he said as he panted, licking your arousal off of his plump lips. "Soobin.." "I know.. I know pretty.. lay down f’me.." you quickly obliged, laying down for him. "Good girl.." he spread your legs, throbbing tip at your entrance. "Y’ready?" You nodded with a pout, soon wiped away by Soobin’s cock intruding your pussy. You gasped and held onto his shoulders as he pushed into you. "S-saah.. so fucking tight every time.." he whined a little. "s’big.." you moaned. He bottomed out inside you, looking at the small tummy bulge he made. He began thrusting inside you and watched as the little lump would disappear and reappear.
"F-feel me pretty?.. m’so big inside you.." Soobin moaned. You couldn’t even begin to reply, choking on your own words with every thrust Soobin did. "Fuck you’re so.. fucking—mnnhh bunny.." he moaned. "Soobin.. big.. so big inside. Ah!-" you whined, clawing at his shoulders and trying to hold on to him for dear life. As he picked up the pace, the bed creeks got more aggressive as he was just pounding into you relentlessly into the mattress. Weirdly enough, he got whinier as you guys continued. "Fuck you feel so good.. so good f’me on my cock.. my god you were m-made for me bunnyyy.." he whimpered.
"S-Soobin— Soobin I-I’m- I’m close- I’m fucking close- oh fuck.. please don’t sto-" "m’not.. not gonna.. n-not… any….time—fuck.. oh god.. g-go ahead and cum for me.." I think both of you guys were in tears by how horny you guys were. On top of that, you were already fucking each other. You came first, scratching his back, surely leaving marks for the next morning which just made him moan more. "God! Soobin!" You arched your back and sobbed while Soobin, about to cum, pulled out of you and suddenly came on your tits with a groan. "S-s’pretty.. s’pretty bunny.." the stickiness coated your plump and plush skin and mounds on your chest. He looked at the mess he made on your boobs and picked some of it up, putting it on your lips.
"Open.." you obliged and stuck your tongue out on his fingers and started sucking. "don even need to tell you to suck.. such a good girl.." My god. Soobin could’ve came again just from how you were taking his fingers in his mouth. After you licked his cum off of his fingers, soobin just immersed himself in your boobs. Oh but you weren’t done. You gently pushed him down and got on top of him, beginning to straddle his waist. "B-bunny-.. baby hold on.." "Soobie please.. m-m’not done.." you then sank down on his cock and he gave out an overwhelming whine. "Pretty-.. o-ohhnmmy god.." he moaned, hands naturally sliding to your waist as you bounced on him.
Soft plush boobs bouncing as you rode him and soobin can’t help but stare. Poor baby.. whining and drooling over your slightly sticky tits jiggling while you were pleasuring yourself on him. "F-fuck.. Soobin so big.." you cried. "I know.." fuck. He’ll never get over that bulge he puts in your tummy n’so full. Full of his cock. Your legs couldn’t keep going anymore and you gave out on his chest. "Can’t.. go anymo—!" Soobin started thrusting inside you, knowing you were close by how you sounded. "S’okay cmon.. let go f’me.." he groaned. As he fucked you, your hands clung to his shoulders, most likely leaving marks while you got penetrated in the best way possible.
"G-gonna cum- please don’ sto—ah!" Your pussy throbbed as you came on his cock and he slowed his thrusts down as you came down from your high, messily kissing your sweaty forehead. But even then. That still. Wasn’t enough. And I guess soobin took that hint also. "Guess we’re gonna be fuckin’ like rabbits today, yea bunny? Get on the floor and show me how good my cock was for you."
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𝓐𝓝: hi. i died. and you’ll never guess who’s still working on the taehyun fic 💔 sorry there’s been literally nothing new posted. school’s up my ass (wish it was soobin 😔) and i only have roughly 2-3 weeks left. oh this? there’s no reason behind this. im just horny. remember to drink water and take care of yourself <3
to yeonjun, it’s a challenge, who’s gonna break first? you or him, who will beg for more, give in to raw desperation, the glint in his foxy eyes ‘cause even if you feel so good, he’s competitive, teasing you in a rasping voice, admit it, you want me to fuck you good, the type to draw out your begging, see how long you last before you break as he’s biting pretty hickeys into your neck, barely giving you 1% of the stimulation when you know he can fuck you senseless, gonna beg yet, baby? make you all teary cause you need it so bad, pussy drooling all over the sheets and sucking in the flushed tip of his cock with a lewd squelch,, hands restrained over your head so you can’t cheat by playing with yourself, it’s torture, isn’t it?
soobin’s obsessed with a slow morning fuck, he gets morning wood so easily and honestly, he might be the only one who really enjoys it, all sleepy and a bit turned on, burying his face in your hair and not wanting to leave the warm sheets, tip of his cock pushed into your pussy, he could sleep like this ‘cause it just feels so heavenly. the type to be so sensitive, though,, if you move a little he moans easily, caging you in with his arms so you’ll stay still, can’t leave at all… probably cockwarms with just the tip to make sure all his cum stays inside you from the night before. wake him up by riding him, god, soobin’s so obsessed with that, watching you sink down on his massive cock, so cute with a pout as you try to take all of him at once, hmm?
beomgyu’s a brat, he doesn’t even try. he’ll say it, ‘just the tip,’ but never means it, balls deep and full you the brim with his dick ‘cause he’s so impatient, sucker for quickies and sloppy fucks. come on, honey, just the tip, beomgyu groans, his head tilted to the side, hands already tugging at your shorts, what, you’re gonna interrupt his league game, get him all hard by humping his dick, and not let him fuck around a little? cock drooling precum when he pulls down his sweats, manspreading in his gaming chair, his chocolate brown eyes giving you that bratty stare. playfully thrusting up, dick rubbing against your pussy as you hover over him, just barely sinking down on the tip and beomgyu’s hands grab at your hips, pushing you down roughly, the sudden stretch making you whine. bulge in your tummy, barely a second before beomgyu’s dragging you over his cock like a warm n soft fleshlight, impatient as ever. think you can keep up?
taehyun thinks you could learn a lesson about patience, hmm? you told him you could handle it, needed his cock so badly, pleasepleaseplease just the tip? and now you’re whining and begging for more, trying to fuck yourself on his dick ‘cause he won’t give you more, thought you could make this quick, didn’t you beg for just the tip? soaked pussy wrapped ‘round the tip of his veiny cock and he won’t move, taehyun revels in watching you make a desperate mess of yourself, your fingernails digging into his forearms, giving him frustrated, needy eyes because you’re just dying to be fucked properly… learned the lesson yet?
huening kai’s the worst, lasts like 2 seconds ans he’s whining. please, just the tip, his broad chest pressed to your back and his heavy bulge pushing into the back of your thighs and ass, please, poor boy just gets so hard every time you cuddle he can’t help it. wants to “cockwarm,” but the second he pushes the tip in, kai’s so needy for more, big hands accidentally manhandling you to and thrusting in all the way, whimpering sorry ‘cause he couldn’t help himself, such a clumsy, big, sweet boy who’s obsessed with your pussy n the way it feels, but you love it, don’t you? sloppy, messy thrusts that fill you up so full, the heavy drag of his cock stretching your folds open, oh, kai’s gonna cum so quickly, isn’t he?
Warnings: smut, Arguing, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of an argument, established relationship
Yoongi x FEM! reader
Authors note: This randomly hit my head and I thought I would take the time to write this out because I've been thinking about this for a while now, but lmk if y'all would like more like this and I hope you like this.
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭:
It's been a few days since the fight you had with your boyfriend, your blood is still boiling from the things that he said to you without thinking. He had stormed out of your shared apartment and hasn't talked to you since because he knew if he tried to talk things out it would end in world War III. He's been staying with Hobi trying to get advice how to calm the hell down because he's still pissed off and he's been isolating himself in joongs spare room in his apartment.
𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅:
I've been laying here staring at the ceiling trying not the think of the other night but it's nearly impossible to replay in my head of her screaming at me telling me she hates me and all this other bullshit. The anger that is still in my bones isnt going away and the urge to break everything is unbearable. The thousands of hateful and heinous thoughts are running through my head and they were suddenly stopped when I heard a knock on the closed door.
I slowly come back to reality to realize the knocks so I get up to open the door to find Hoseok coming to check on me.
"Hey I haven't seen you for awhile are you alright He asked".
"I- um yeah I guess" I say as I sit back down on the bed trying to hide my anger.
"You still look just as pissed off when you showed up 2 days ago" he continued looking a bit worried.
"Yeah I'm trying to think about how I'm gonna try to calm down" I say blankly.
"Well I mean the only think I have to say about that is try to go talk to her and work things out, or at least try because I know you guys love the absolute hell out of each other". He suggests while he's leaning on the wall.
I don't say anything but I look at the floor for a moment and think how I should try to salvage what we have.
"Ok" I eventually say gathering my phone, charger and other belongings and I head towards the door.
"If I don't come back that means she either killed me or we worked things out" I say looking over my shoulder as I walk out the door.
"Ok, good luck! " he says standing in the living room of his home facing the front door.
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙿𝙾𝚅:
I'm sitting on the couch with my cup of tea just replaying the moment over and over again. I can't seem to get the fact out of my head that he said he wished he would have stayed in bed the day we met. I've been sitting here for about 20 minutes thing about the argument and how it still made my blood boil. I then look over at the hole in the wall from where he put his fist through. He never laid a hand on me and I don't ever think he will because he's not that type of person. I was then stopped dead in my thoughts to the sound of knocking on the front door. For a good second I thought it was the mail but then remembered the mail dosent run today, so I get up to see who it is. I open the door to my boyfriend standing there looking at me like he's still mad. My reflexes got the best of me and tried to shut the door in his face all for the door to stop before it shut, I then realize he stopped the door with his foot.
"I know we are still mad at each other but I want to work this out y/n". He says opening the door and stepping in the house.
"No I don't want to fucking talk to you right now, especially since you practically said you wished you never met me". You argue turning around and walking away from him
"I really wish you would go back to where ever you came from" you say to him in a irritated voice.
He turned me around faster than lightning and I try to resist but then he pins me to the wall and looks me in my eyes. It scares me but I don't show it
"Look, I came here to try to work things out with you, not to continue this damn argument". He says with an agitated voice.
"I don't even wanna look at you, I don't even wanna hear your bullshit" I say in a nearly yelling voice.
He looks into my eyes with a stare I've only seen him give the men that try to look at me when we are out on a date. Its scary but it doesn't affect me much
"You talking to me like that just makes me want to fuck those words out of you so the only thing you'll be screaming is my name babygirl" he says in a low voice.
Fuck you, I spit out with a smile on my face.
With lust in his eyes he picks me up from the wall and walks back to the room and throws me on the bed "damn in like when your rough with me" I say with a smirk.
"Shut up" he says pinning my hands above my head
𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚜
He starts trailing marks down your neck while he's undressing you. He breaks away and let's go of your hands and looks at you for a moment as he's undressing you. You start undressing him as he gets your top and bra off with in a second. With his now messy hair he starts trailing kisses down your body until he reaches the hem of your sweatpants and he starts to slowly take them off of you.
He looks up at you as he pulls you to the edge of the bed. He smirks and eyes you down as he teases your clothed cunt.
"Yoongi" you whine as he fingers you through your panties. "Please, fuck me" you squirm as he holds your hips down to stop you from moving. "I'm getting there baby, be patient" he says in a low voice.
He teases you a bit more before he hooks his finger around the waist band of your panties and pulls them down to expose your soaking wet pussy to him. " your soaked baby" he says looking at you while a grin
He spreads your legs a bit more before he kneels down on the floor. He brings your spread legs over his shoulders and begins to suck and lick your soaked pussy. "Ohh Yoongi" you moan out and grind against his face. He picks up his pace with his tongue attacking your clit, your hand finds it place in his hair as he eats you out like its his last meal.
He pulls away for a second to run his thumb over your clit and sticks his tongue in your tight hole making you moan out as he smirks against you. Knowing your neighbors are gonna hate you later. You feep a knot start to form in your lower abdomen
"Y-yoongi" you pant as he's now licking up and down your pussy making you jerk your hips into his face "i-im gonna cum" you say as he picks up his pace. "Cum for me baby, let it out" with that being said it only takes a few seconds for you to cum all over him, coating his face with your arousal.
You loudly moan out as he lifts himself up coming in to kiss you. He kisses you slow and deep so you can taste yourself on his tongue. He slides his boxers off slowly as his large member hits your belly with a slight smack. He starts to Stoke himself but before he can actually start to go faster you replace his hand with your own.
You signal him to lay against the headboard so you can return the favor of fucking him with your mouth. He brings himself to prop up against the headboard as you crawl up to lay between his legs, gently grabbing his thick hard cock and sticking the tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around it. He groans at the sudden feeling of your mouth around him.
You slowly start bobbing your head up and down a few times before sinking down to press your nose against his pelvis. "Fuck y/n" he curses as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. You begin to pick up speed and you feel his hand slide into your hair as he guides your mouth up and down his length. "Oh fuck baby" He groans out as you feel him twitch in your mouth.
"Oh shit - ah fuck im coming" he groans out before releasing his seed down your throat. You swallow as much as you can before crawling up his body to align your pussy against his cock. You grind on him a bit before he lifts you up to align himself to your entrance. As you sink down on him you both moan in unison. You place your hands on his shoulders as he puts his hands on your hips.
You begin to slowly bounce on him as he kisses your neck. He begins sucking in the crook of your neck eventually leaving a mark. You moan as you grip his shoulders.
He positions himself so he can get more balance before moving his hips into you, fucking you like he will never get to again. You scream out due to the sudden pace change. "Oh god,Yoongi please" you scream out as he continues his pace. Skin slapping against each other can be heard from the living room but you don't care because within this moment you just wanted to be with him.
As you two continue to fuck each other, you eventually feel that familiar knot begin to form in your belly. "Y-yoongi I think I'm gonna c-cum" you moan in his ear. "I a-am too baby, cum with m-me" he says in a raspy voice. He feels you tighten around him as you cum all over him as he releases with a sharp moan.
You flop on him as he praises you for doing so good. You place you your head in the crook of his neck giving him a quick kiss as he wraps his arms around your bare waist. "I love you so much babygirl, and I'm sorry for what I said the other day" he says in a soft relaxed voice.
"I forgive you Yoongi, I'm also sorry" you say to him while picking your head up to look at him. He kisses you before getting an idea in his head. "Do you want to continue this in the shower" he says smirking and you get up and drag him to the bathroom with a smirk.
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A/n: ugh so I've been postponing this for awhile but here it is. It was supposed to be posted on Valentines but oh well. This is my first actual Story so I hope you like it! I am taking requests so just ask and I will try to write it out for you!
can you write something for soft turned hard dom san? i don't have a full idea yet but he asks reader if he'll let her do whatever he wants to her and when she responds yes he says aww thank you baby and then proceeds to ruin her
I'm very, very picky when fulfilling requests, but this one caught my eye immediately. You should be very proud of yourself, sweetheart.
Plug In, Baby
genre/au: soft!Sannie, he's too soft tbh, very respectful (we love a man who respects boundaries), established relationship, falling in love
rating/warning: PG-18+ so MDNI!!! (you know how it is), this is pure smut without any sort of plot or whatnot, really just pure filth with a side of creampie, scratching, degradation, dacryphilia, bruises, biting, dom!San, no protection (do NOT do this!)
word count: 8.2K words (genuinely enjoyed writing this)
Today marked three months of being with San and you were getting ready for the special dinner he said he'd take you. You already felt giddy thinking about it as you paced in front of the mirror to check your outfit.
You met San through a mutual friend of yours, Wooyoung, and the connection was undeniable. You two formed a relationship within the week, and the first time he held your hand, you didn't even notice. He was so hesitant, so careful.
In fact, he still is. Granted, you two weren't together for long, still learning each other day by day, but sometimes, San was a little too careful for your liking. Like right now.
"My goodness, you scared me," you giggled, savouring the way San's arms wrapped at you from behind.
He smiled tenderly at you, giving you a quick kiss on your temple. You couldn't but frown slightly when the hug didn't last. "You look beautiful, baby," he murmured. "How did I get so lucky?"
You hummed, tilting your head when he leaned in, kissing you softly on the lips, that air of hesitancy still there like this was the first time you had kissed. He treated you like fine glass, but that was fine. You heard him yelp behind his throat when you licked his lips open.
"O-Oh, uhm, wow," he pulled away, blushing beet red from his neck all the way up to the tips of his ears.
"What, you didn't like it?" You teased.
His eyes widened comically. "N-No! I mean, I d-did," San stammered.
You laughed out loud at his predicament. Cute, you thought. Every time you smiled at him, he looked away, cheeks pink, like he wasn’t sure how to handle the attention. All San could do was stare at you as your laughter filled the air, smiling as well.
He loved you a lot, though he hasn't said it before. He just gets extremely nervous around you. You might give him a heart attack one day, that's how much he feels about you.
And it wasn't like you didn't know this. San was naturally shy and meek, something you found extremely endearing on him.
"You sure you don't regret being with me yet?" San mumbled, refusing to look at you, pretending to fix his collar as he cleared his throat.
You frowned, confused. "Now, why would you say that?"
San sighed. "Baby, I don't know if you noticed, but you're way out of my league. I'm still surprised to this day when you said you liked me back. I probably had a mini attack."
It was always like this, and so, you reassured your boyfriend once more that he was fine the way he was, that you genuinely liked him for him despite his reservations about himself. You would never get tired of doing it because you were telling the truth.
He made another small, flustered noise, but this time, after a moment of hesitation, he did something that made your heart stutter.
He leaned in—just slightly, just enough for his shoulder to press against yours. And even if he didn’t say anything, you knew what it meant.
“Uhm,” he cleared his throat again. “Can I ask you something?”
“You know you can, Sannie,” you smiled, tilting your head curiously at him.
He opened his mouth, then shut it again, visibly struggling. His nervous energy was practically vibrating off him. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling widely at how cute your boyfriend was.
You smiled softly. “Hey,” you murmured, lifting your free hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He practically melted at the touch, eyes fluttering shut for half a second. “Take your time.”
He nodded quickly, swallowing hard, before finally forcing the words out.
“Do you...wanna do it tonight?”
Oh, God. He was so painfully endearing.
“You really want to?” You asked gently, running your thumbs over the heat of his cheeks.
His breath hitched, and after a long moment of hesitation, he nodded. “Y-Yeah,” he whispered, voice barely there. “Sorry, baby. I just want to make sure. You know I love the way your body feels with mine.”
It was your turn to blush. “Me too. I want everything with you...”
You were pretty sure you were falling slowly for this man, if you haven't yet. You had never met a man who was such a gentleman, someone who respected you and your boundaries but never failed to make you happy. You just hoped you made San happy, too.
Sex with him was what you'd describe as making love. Slow, soft love making. It was filled with gentle touches and passionate, deep, long kisses that always set your insides on fire. San had the body of a Greek god and it always fascinated you that he was just a sweetheart.
Everything about him was soft, and you loved it.
As you both walked in the restaurant towards the entrance, the way he opened the car door for you and the way he offered his arms for you to link with his made your heart flutter. "I'll give you a good time, yeah?" San smiled.
"I believe it," you giggled.
He shook his head at you with a small chuckle, like he couldn't believe you were real to begin with.
He directed his smile at the receptionist ahead, albeit more respectful and polite this time. "Hi," he began, keeping his voice quiet like he didn’t want to impose. "Reservation for Choi San, please?"
True to his words, he took you to a really nice place, a seaside nighttime restaurant. You were a bit surprised, you mentioned in passing a couple of weeks back while all your mutual friends were over that you've never been to one and you would love to experience it at least once in your life.
"Wow," you grinned, leaning on the railing that overlooked the sunset that reflected over the sea. "Sannie, this place is gorgeous."
He leaned towards the railing as well, a small smile plastered on his face as he stared at your face. "Yeah," he said, not looking away. "Gorgeous."
The way he snaked his arms around you as he guided you to your seat was gentle, like he was always second-guessing himself. The way he moved, careful and deliberate, never the type to rush. These were the things that made you want to be with him, you just hoped San understood that.
You gave the waiter a small 'thank you' as they walked away after handing you your dinner. The night went on better than you imagined, not that you doubted it in the first place. Anywhere with San was a guaranteed enjoyment for you, not because of where he would bring you, definitely not because of what he can offer you, but because you wanted to spend time with San.
You couldn't help but stare at him from across the table as he peacefully ate his food. You wanted to shake your head, how could this man think that he was out of your league? He had poise and grace that you didn't have, and he was genuinely the kindest man you've ever been with.
Your cheeks reddened when his eyes fleeted up and met yours. "You're staring, baby," he smirked, not breaking eye contact as he put the fork in his mouth and chewed on his steak slowly.
You bit your lip subconsciously. It doesn't escape San's attention. Something passes in his eyes that you couldn't really read before it goes away. As shy as San can be, sometimes he didn't know how deadly he could act. What makes it worse is that you know that he's not doing it on purpose.
You chuckled, then winked. "Am I not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?"
That seemed to bring him down to Earth and you can physically see his mind short-circuit. Without thinking, you held his delicate hands to press a quick kiss to his knuckles.
You could swear that you could feel the heat radiating off his face. He made a tiny, helpless sound - something between a squeak and a whimper - then hid his face in his sleeve.
“Baby,” San whined, grabbing onto your hand and caressing his thumb over it despite his flustered state. “Y-You can’t just do that.”
“Do you want me to do it again?” You teased, watching his ears turn an even deeper shade of red.
He pouted, and it took you everything not to combust where you were seated, nodding his head slightly before looking around hesitantly. "Here?"
You shrugged, grinning widely at him while you got up from your seat to lean across the table and give San a sweet peck on the tip of the nose. When you sat back down, he blinked owlishly at you as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. His face was effectively the reddest you've ever seen.
Oh my God, you thought. Did you finally break your boyfriend?
Dinner ended without any hijinks. He got up before you and shyly offered his hand. "Walk with me, precious?" San smiled, his dimples convincing you like you ever even needed it. "The night is young. I wanted to spend more time with you before I take you home."
San and you lived separately. It was too soon to live together for the both of you, but as you walked side by side by the sea shore, maybe you could bring it up to him. You liked him enough to do so.
The moonlight illuminated his facial features as he stared on. San was beautiful, that you couldn't deny, but he wasn't the only shy one. Sometimes, you wish you could just tell him how much he meant to you.
Then, just as you were about to say something, you felt the lightest touch against your hands. When you glanced at San, he still wasn't looking at you, but you couldn't miss the nervousness in his gait.
His head was tilted down, hair falling over his eyes, as if he was bracing himself for rejection before he’d even really tried. Your heart clenched.
Slowly, carefully, you turned your palm outward, offering an unspoken invitation. "Baby," you whispered. "I appreciate you being careful with me since we're both basically new to this relationship, but I'd like it if you can hold my hand whenever you want next time."
His fingers curled around yours, and you smiled, giving his warm hand the smallest squeeze. “Okay,” his voice was barely above a whisper.
A beat of silence. Then, slowly, so slowly, his grip tightened, just a little. His face was still turned away, but you could see the way he pressed his lips together like he was trying to fight back a smile.
God, he was cute.
And somehow, the simple weight of his hand in yours felt more important than anything else in the world.
The drive home was tense, though. At least, on your end. San wanted to have sex with you the moment you stepped inside your house. You pressed your thighs together in an attempt to soothe the burning arousal that crept up your wettened core.
It was definitely an unspoken spark, the anticipation of what you both knew was going to happen later. The tension was delicious, and you couldn't wait.
"Did you want to stay the night?" You asked, trying to break the sparked silence in the car.
He hummed, it was deep and it vibrated down to your core, not responding with words. He side-eyed you once, one hand leaning against the car window, covering his mouth while his other hand held the steering wheel, before he turned back to the road.
It would have been odd behaviour from him if it didn't turn you on.
It didn't really escape your attention at how rigid San sat. You could see the way his chest rose and fell too quickly, his breath uneven. He looked like he was currently struggling to hold back as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down every single time he swallowed.
He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, jaw tense as his eyes flicked to you again. "Did you want me to stay the night?" San exhaled, the sound low, controlled.
Oh?
That was interesting. You turned your head to the side, opting to stare at the window so San couldn't see the pleased expression on your face. He was a lot more turned on than you thought he was. You preened, happy that you had this effect on him.
By the time we pulled into your apartment, he was practically out of breath as he turned off the engine. When you looked at you, you wanted nothing but to jump at him, barely holding yourself back.
You smirked, reaching for his hand, letting your fingers lace through his, slow and deliberate. Teasing him was your favourite thing to do, you loved seeing his reactions. “Everything okay?" You asked innocently.
He nodded quickly. “Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked.
You smiled, tilting your head. "Shall we go inside?"
His lips parted slightly like he was about to talk, his fingers twitched against his thigh like he was debating something. You smirked when he wordlessly got out of the car and started walking inside your apartment, his hand subtly adjusting his pants. Oh, you were going to have fun teasing him.
But you frowned, confused, when San didn't make a move on you like you thought he would when you both walked in. Instead, he stared at you, shifting his weight from foot to foot, before he walked to your room to presumably change his clothes.
"San, wait," you stopped him, your heart beating fast, as you walked towards him slowly.
He freezes in his steps, looking back at you with vulnerable eyes. You stepped closer, using your free hand to cup his cheek, tilting his face.
“We don't have to do anything tonight,” you said softly. “I know you’re nervous. We don’t have to do anything tonight. Just being with you is enough. We have all the time in the world.”
And you meant it. Your heart broke when his eyes shone with sadness. He turned his head to kiss your palms. "I'm sorry, baby. I don't know why I'm like this."
You giggled, opting to pinch his cheeks, much to his chagrin, to break the tension and change the scenario. "Let's watch a movie. You can pick."
His eyes lightened up significantly. If there was something better than the sex you thought would happen tonight, it was cuddles with San. Your fluffy boyfriend was the perfect cuddle material, his arms always felt perfect whenever they would wrap around you.
"Comfy?" he murmured, said arms tightening their hold on you as you both curled up on your bed with the laptop placed in front of you.
Your smiled, eyes still on the screen. "Mhm. You’re warm."
San chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. "Human heater, at your service."
The movie was good, but the warmth of San’s arms, the way his heartbeat was a steady rhythm, made it all the better. Yeah, you could stay like this forever.
However, you couldn't concentrate on the movie. Occasionally, San would shift, pressing his body against yours, his body heat transferring to you. His head leaned down, and at first, you thought that he was just going to lean on your shoulders.
Imagine your surprise when he pressed a hot kiss to the crook of your neck. He pulled away like nothing happened. You froze, not thinking anything of it. San loved skinship, this was nothing new to him.
But when his fingers started tracing slow, absentminded circles against your bare shoulders, shivers traveled down your spine. The first time, you passed it as a passing thought on his end. The second, you started to doubt it, but by the third, you couldn't help but surrender to his little touches.
You swallowed audibly when his nimble fingers held the thin strap of your top, lifting it slightly before letting go and letting it snap against your skin. You couldn't move, not even bothering to concentrate on the movie. Certainly not bothering to turn around to look at his face. For all you know, he could just be fidgeting like he always did when he was nervous.
It was difficult to even breathe. You held back a squeak when San snaked his arm around your waist, slightly lifting your top up, his fingers barely brushing against your bare skin as if he had all the time in the world to explore you.
You sucked in a breath, but he didn’t stop. His fingertips trailed along the dip of your waist, tracing the curve with agonizing patience. It was your turn to be nervous now. This has never happened before.
"You okay, baby?" San's husky voice asked from behind you. He sounded strained, though you knew that he knew what he was doing.
You swallowed, but before you could answer, his other hand moved, but this time, it landed on your thigh. He squeezed ever so slightly while his thumb brushed slow, hypnotic circles against your waist, slipping a little higher with each pass.
His fingers pinch a part of your skin that you didn't even know was sensitive and you jerked, your thighs subconsciously spreading wider. Your cheeks burned for two reasons - the position was almost lewd, and San's low groan sent wetness pooling down there.
"Tilt your head up, baby," he commanded softly. There was no hesitation on your end. "Hmm. A little bit sideways---good."
A small, breathy moan escapes from your lips when his lips automatically latch on your neck, barely just touching you, but enough for you to feel everything, especially when he nipped your teeth before sucking the sensitive skin.
"Sannie," you whined, your eyes fluttering close.
"Shh," his voice was deeper now, rougher. His grip tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him.
The desire was slowly clouding your mind, though at the back of your mind, you were thoroughly confused at what was currently happening. Not that you were complaining - your body did all the work for you. And so did San's lips.
You mewled when you felt him smile against your skin as his hand started to lift your shirt a bit above your tummy. To say you were surprised would be an understatement, the San you knew would be too shy to even make a move. It was one of his best qualities and you can't help but fall for him for it.
But this? You didn't even know what to do.
Your hand moves by itself, placing it on top of San's hand that was making abstract shapes on your tummy while he gives your neck little kitten kisses.
"You’re so soft," he murmured, lifting your leg slightly to shift you closer.
"S-San, what are you d-doing," your breathy voice couldn't even properly formulate a question.
His movements slow down, but not completely stop. He lifted his lips from your neck, and you had to stop the urge to pout at the sudden loss of contact. You let out a little gasp when you looked at him - his eyes were so dark, that the intensity of it had you reeling.
This wasn't the San you, but you'd be damned if you didn't admit to yourself that you didn't mind knowing who this was.
His grip on your waist tightened, his thumb pressing firmly into your skin as he studied you, his breathing heavy, controlled, but barely.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, voice rough, almost strained.
It sent a shiver down your spine, an ache pooling low in your stomach. "And what exactly do I do to you?"
For a second, a hint of hesitation flashes into his eyes, but when you darted your tongue slowly across your lips, it disappears entirely. You could tell that he was still nervous, that he was testing the waters here to see how far he'd go and how far you'd let him.
You held your breath when he gently held your shoulders to guide you down your couch, effectively splaying your body for him to crawl on top of. He tenderly tucks the strays hairs that made their way in front of your face, ignoring the way your eyes slightly widened and the way your mouth opened to say something, though no words ever did come out.
For a moment, all you did was stare at each other. If only San knew how nervous you were. Initiation was lost on San most of the time, if not all the time, so this was new - a totally uncharted territory.
"You look so pretty, baby," he whispered, eyes raking all over your form, rounded with such innocence that you couldn't help but sputter at the unexpected statement.
"Uh, thank you?" You questioned rather than answered.
He giggled, and your heart almost burst out of your chest. It was the type where his eyes disappeared as they crinkled upwards, where his dimples deepened impossibly so. Truly, you knew you were drowning then and there.
"You want this, right?" San leaned down, his face mere inches away from yours, his huge arms trapping your head in between. "Would you let me do what I want to you if I asked?"
"Y-Yeah," you stammered.
Your head grew weary with dizzy. A subtle nod from you was enough for his lips to twitch with anticipation. San's brow quirked upwards.
"Anything?"
Between you and San, you would consider yourself to be the more outgoing one; the type who was always sure of themself, the one who would usually take the lead because you had no problem getting the things you wanted for yourself.
So, why were you getting wet at the prospect of San just taking whatever the hell he wanted from you?
This was your sweet, sweet Sannie. It would be criminal of you to deny him anything. When you nodded again, your heart fluttered dangerously when those dimples of his showed up again.
"Aww," he cooed, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Thank you, baby."
Your brows furrowed a bit. The way he said it, it settled heavily down your stomach. You couldn't help the sharp hiss that escaped your mouth when you realized how mocking it sounded.
It was too late, though. San leaned away, his wide, dark eyes were hazy with something you couldn’t quite place - not just nervousness, but something darker. You knew you were in for a wild ride when he yanked your hair, almost painfully, upwards to crash your lips onto his.
Your stifled moans get swallowed by San's rough claim on your lips, his primal growls echoing your arousal. The kiss was no less than filthy, the wet sounds of lips smacking with each other were all you could hear in the wide expanse of your living room.
You've never felt like this before. There was fire coiling in your tummy at San's roughness. You had half the mind to wonder where your sweet San went, but if you were being honest with yourself, this was a long time coming, anyway.
And as if he read your mind, he leaned away, an evil smirk plastered on his face as he pressed your swollen lips with his thumb while his other hand tightened its hold on your hair, the pain making you groan lewdly. "S-San---"
"I'm going to ruin you," he said flatly, something borderline demonic passing through his face as he spoke further. "All you have to do is say yes, darling."
Darling. That was new. Shivers made their way up your spine, and San had the gall to chuckle darkly when he felt the way you spasmed in his hold. "Y-Yes," you whined.
You were fully shaking at this point, resembling a wet, trembling kitten in front of a waiting predator. And that San was - a predator. A ravening grin slowly stretches his mouth. It honestly terrifies you, you've never seen such expression on him.
Shame creeps all over you - you were a hypocrite because you were getting so turned on from how different San was acting. You weren't privy to all the times you did imagine how it would be like if San snapped one day and just manhandled you. Not that you didn't like your lovemaking session, because you genuinely did, but there was something about how animalistic he was slowly becoming right in front of you.
"Fuck," he huffed an ominous laugh, his eyes completely shrouded with lust as he peered down at you. More rounds of shivers went through you.
This might sound unbelievable to other people, but to those who knew San, he was never one to curse. Even when you had sex with him, he never really did.
You yelped when he pushed your head down as his free hand cupped your clothed breast brutally. Your hands automatically flew to his muscular arm, hoping to ease the pressure he used to pin your forehead down the couch, but all that did was make him pinch your nipple through your lace bra.
"Aww, does that hurt, darling?" San chuckled maliciously.
"A l-little," you mewled, the pain traveling straight down there.
"Nah," he drawled out, a sinister grin still displayed on his face. Your instincts told you to scoot away when he started to lean down your face with fake, mocking concern. "You know what does hurt, though?"
Before you could answer, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, lapping and biting the sensitive parts of your flesh. White, searing pain commands your mouth open with a silent scream. He bit hard enough to draw blood, but not enough to pierce your skin.
A diabolical cackle sounds through the air as you thrash from his hold. All San did was to push his hips down, his hardening cock pulsing against your core to keep you down. Soon enough, the pain becomes pleasure. A soft moan involuntarily slips from your mouth, letting San know that you were enjoying this.
You felt him smile against your skin when he let your skin go from his teeth and planted a loving kiss on the bite mark, letting you know this time that he'd actually never hurt you.
That didn't mean he wouldn't inflict a little bit of it, though.
"So," he began, his hands finding their place on either side of your hips, holding you flush underneath him as he rolled his hips teasingly against you. "How does being my dirty little slut for tonight sound to you?"
You blinked owlishly at him, your mouth opening and closing repeatedly as your brain malfunctioned then and there. Behind the predatory look was amusement that danced in his eyes as he watched you practically melt at the indication.
"Ow, Sannie, h-hurts," you gasped as you felt his nails digging on your hips, but if that didn't turn you on, you didn't know what.
"Good," he barked, his nails now dragging up your sides deeply until they reached your chest. You yelped in response. It hurt, but it hurt so good.
You almost whined when he got off of you, but not for long. He grabbed your trembling body and made his way to your bedroom, unceremoniously slamming you onto your bed, where he tore your clothes off of you, haphazardly throwing them in random spots of your room without care.
"Come here," he growled, pulling on your feet until you were at the edge of the bed, your ass plush against his thighs.
He was about to dive down to explore your body but you panicked mildly, quickly jutting your hand out to push his head away gently from you. You swallowed and, oh, he did not like that at all. San's eyes narrowed dangerously, one brow raised, giving you a pointed look.
"I-I haven't showered yet," you stammered pathetically. "I'm g-gross and yucky---"
"Shut up," he hissed fiercely, effectively stopping you before you even continued that line of thought.
A whine escaped you when he spread your legs wide before he started kissing and biting everywhere his lips touched. You couldn't help but pull his hair every single time he would bite a sensitive part, something you didn't even think possible since you had no idea those parts were sensitive to begin with.
"God, you taste so fucking sweet, darling," he bit the soft expanse of your breasts, back and forth to make them even, before squeezing them painfully hard. "I've always wanted to do this, you know? Watch you writhe like this against my hold, scared to death waiting and anticipating at how hard I'd fuck you."
"S-San, t-that h-hurts---"
"I don't care," he snapped, sucking a brand new bruise in your inner thighs, holding you down harshly as he swirled his tongue on the sensitive flesh. "Besides," he chuckled. "You love this. Don't be a lying whore."
"Oh, fuck," you whined involuntarily, thoroughly turned on at being degraded. Your eyes widened as you quickly covered your mouth. You hadn't meant for that to come out the way it did.
Your skin was marked with multiple scratches, bite marks, and love bites. You knew you would regret it the next day since you had to go to work, but frankly, you didn't give a fuck. You'd wear them proudly for the world to see. It wasn't difficult to see that San was marking his territory with you, and by God, you loved it.
You felt his hand caress your inner thigh, waiting no more as his finger lightly grazed your sopping wetness. You couldn't help but whine at the delicious sensation.
"Such a dirty, little whore you are, my darling," he laughed. He wasted no time dipping two fingers inside you. "You like that, beautiful?"
You almost blacked out at the pleasure that automatically rendered your body into jelly. "Oh, God, San, shit," you rambled, bucking your hips unintentionally.
San wasn't your first, but you sincerely hoped that he was your last. He was the only one to genuinely care for you like he did. He was the only one to make you shudder and moan like this, the only you let in and gave yourself fully.
And he was the only one you'd ever let rough you up like this.
"Yes, just like that, darling, give it to me," he said through gritted teeth as his fingers drove into you roughly, the wet, squelching sounds from your pussy lewdly filling up the room.
"S-San, please," you practically cried, fisting the blankets around you until your knuckles were white. "I-I wanna come on your c-cock--"
"No," he snarled, flicking his wrist in an angle that had you screaming loudly. "You're going to come right now. Come on, love, give it to me."
His fingers demanded an orgasm, forcing pleasure out of your body that enticed you to surrender. And that, he'll get.
You've never really come from just fingering, alone, and San knew that, so when you started to scream and thrash around from the force of your orgasm, you didn't want to come down from your high. But San had different plans.
You hadn't noticed him taking all of his clothes off. You certainly hadn't noticed him hike your legs up to prop them on his wide shoulders before sliding inside you in one go.
"Oh, fucking hell," he hissed through gritted teeth. He thrust once, groaning lowly from within his chest at the feel of you.
Goosebumps formed on your skin and you couldn't help the small scream that erupted from you. "Fuck---"
You couldn't even finish it, not when San began pounding away at you like never before. "Oh, Sannie---"
He chuckled at how your eyes rolled behind your head at the unrelenting pace of his thrusts, and by God, you loved every second of how animalistic and how uncaring San seemed even though you knew he wouldn't hurt you.
"I should've done this from the very beginning," he trapped his tongue between his teeth cockily before grabbing your chin and squeezing it tight. "You like this, slut?"
You whined when he squeezed your face even tighter, the pain blooming in your brain, mixing with the heady pleasure San offered you. "You're going to let me use this slutty pussy," he sneered, diving down to claim your lips.
You wrapped your arms around him, parting your lips naturally to receive his sinful tongue. You weren't going to last long at all. Whenever San's cock entered you, he usually took it slow and sensual as he loved the look on your face whenever your bodies would connect as one.
"Ngh, you feel so b-big," you groaned, not even thinking about it.
Blush crept up your cheeks. Just because you were more outgoing, doesn't mean you didn't have your shy moments. You've always wanted to tell San that fact, but you were too afraid that he wouldn't receive it well because of how reserved he was.
He raised a mocking brow at you as he chuckled lowly - maliciously, even. "I know," he said.
His callous way of saying it made you squeeze around his cock on reflex, your hips bucking up in response. San hissed, and for a split second, his hips stuttered at how impossibly tight you felt around him.
"Do that again," he barked out, bending down to suck the sensitive flesh of your shoulder, your legs getting folded in half as he went in deeper on you, hitting you in places you didn't think possible.
"Like this?" You squeezed on command, a surge of pride going through you when San shuddered, his body shaking with ecstasy . It was a physical manifestation of what you do to him.
He didn't let up, his hips drove into you over and over again without rest or fail, the sound of skin slapping against skin prevalent, the lewdness of it turning the both of you on even more. Every time San's hips hit your behind, you couldn't help your moans that turned into a staccato mess.
You gasped when he suddenly yanked your arms away from his shoulders, growling under his breath as he roughly pinned your hands on top of your head as he took your deep and hard, cursing over and over again and making you scream.
"S-San, fuck, s-so good," you panted heavily, not expecting the restraint to make you feel this good.
"You're mine," he growled, pushing into your body viciously. "Mine."
"Yours, yours, f-fuck, ah, y-yours," you cried out.
Oh, he loved that. He took a small moment to stare at your panting form, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as your glossy eyes stared into nothing. Fuck, he thought. You were a vision like this. He digs his fingers into your wrists.
"Tell me," he began. "Is that too tight?"
You shook your head vigorously, stray tears landing on the sheets, your red-rimmed eyes widened. "N-No," you stuttered. "L-Love it."
"Of course, you do," he scoffed, pushing down on your hands more, enough to temporarily cut blood off. There would be bruises tomorrow, and they would haunt him badly, but right now, he couldn't find any fucks about it. You were completely his tonight, both body and soul.
Even when you whined because your legs were starting to get numb, he still didn't lift the pressure from your wrists as you changed position. It was the psychological aspect of it; you trusted San not to exert too much power on you and he dominated you just enough for him to show you how much he cared about your pleasure even though every drag of his cock against your velvety walls defined how much he also used you for his pleasure as if you were a ragdoll only made for his cum.
"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he ordered. You wasted no time doing so with San pulling you to him at the same time as he held deep within you. He pauses, composing himself. "Kiss me."
His free hand frames your face, angling his head to immediately slip his tongue inside your mouth, coaxing yours to dance with his in a filthy battle for dominance. San pulls away, kissing the corner of your mouth to resume fucking into you, but he gets caught off guard when he makes eye contact with you.
You looked deeply into his eyes. For a moment, all was forgotten - your nakedness, the bruises forming on your wrists, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his panting breaths, everything. It was just the two of you conveying everything you both couldn't say at the moment with just your eyes.
You swallowed audibly, mustering the courage to keep staring into San's eyes despite you wanting to do nothing but hide away. It was intense, it burned through you, it made you feel special.
"Fuck me, San," you whined - begged - buckling your hips to meet his.
Darkness covered his entire features. He didn't need to be told twice. He gave you a quick kiss before pounding back into you with so much force, your bed began squeaking obnoxiously, the headboards knocking over the walls repeatedly.
He lets your wrists go to grabs the sides of your hips, pulling you to meet his cock with a loud, prolonged growl. "Not gonna last long, baby, fuck," he slams your hips over and over again so roughly, your hipbones began to hurt, but you could care less.
His fingers makes their way to your clit, rubbing it fast in tandem with his maddening thrusts. Electricity made their way through your spine, your body thrashing. "N-No, Sannie, baby, I-I can't," your hips bucked higher. "San!"
You were shaking violently against his hold, overstimulation messing with your brain at all the different onslaughts San was doing to your body. "It's too much, please," you begged, voice wavering
"I don't give a fuck," San roared, the brashness of his voice surprising you, the fire in his eyes as he glared at you spurring your pleasure to different heights. "You told me you'd do anything," he kept rubbing your clit, pinching it for effect. "Well, you better take what I fucking give you. Even if I force it out of you."
"San, please, please!" You screamed pitifully, sobbing with full force at the domineering pain that overtook your entire core.
"You're mine, Y/N. End of story. Shut up and take my cock."
He was stretching you to your limits, and it was almost unbearable, but you couldn't find it in you to tell him to stop. This was different, there was no easing into it like he usually did before he even started, and there were absolutely no words of affirmation from him to let your orgasm take over you. This was pure fucking on his end, a mission to ruin you like he promised, and you'd welcome it with open arms.
"A-Ah, ngh, S-San! I really c-can't, please," you sobbed, the overstimulation alternating between unbearable pain and toe-curling pleasure.
Fresh tears made their way down your face all the way down to your sweaty neck as your body shook violently. You were close, that much you can tell. San could tell. You gasped when he pressed his muscular arm on your neck with little pressure, enough to just keep you in place, but the dominant gesture literally made your vision go black.
He leaned down to lick a stripe from your neck to your ear, collecting your tears lewdly. You cried when he bit your earlobe. "You will," he whispered vehemently. "You fucking will. You're going to come hard on my fucking cock, and you're going to scream my name."
You gurgled on your spit when he pressed his arms on your windpipe, the cutoff of the blood elevating your pleasure. He bared his teeth at the erotic sight. "You hear me, darling? My fucking name. Come for me, right fucking," he lets out a primal scream as he pummels his cock with bruising effort like his life depended on it. "Now."
He releases your neck to bury his face on the crook of your neck, and with a loud gasp, you completely let go as you screamed San's name so hard, your voice started cracking towards the end. The aftershocks of your orgasm shook you underneath his body. It was enough for San to let himself go.
He rammed into you a couple of times before he sank into you one last time, his release devastatingly strong that his legs almost gave out on him. It took a bit of effort on his end to not collapse on top of you and crush you with his weight.
Heavy pants filled your ears as you gasped to catch your own breath. You realized too late that you had both forgotten and forgone the use of protection, but if you were being honest to yourself, you couldn't even begin to care, let alone regret it, and you knew you never will.
You must've passed out shortly afterwards and the next time you came to, you were clean and already dressed in one of your favourite pyjamas, laying down comfortably on a San's chest as your body pressed against his sides, his hand wrapped loosely on your shoulders.
San didn't notice when you stirred awake. His other hand held a book, one that you knew he'd been binge-reading for a while now, his face relaxed lest you count his furrowed brows as he concentrated. If you weren't tired, you would've cooed at the endearing sight.
He looked good, especially with the black-rimmed glasses perched up his straight nose. Your heart skipped a beat - you had this wild urge to kiss him dizzy as if the both of you didn't just have the most mind-blowing sex.
Finally, he notices you and he does a comical double take when he makes eye contact with you. A soft smile tugged at your lips as he fumbled with his book, dropping it like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.
"H-Hey, baby," he laughed nervously, trying to pry off his glasses with both hands, whining in embarrassment when he realized that both of his hands were occupied. "I, uh, didn't want to disturb you. You, uhm, looked so peaceful, I just..."
You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling when he put his book down on his lap to take the glasses off, but his clammy hands prevented him from doing so and it kept slipping off of his fingers.
"I got it, don't worry," you breathed out, lifting your hand to hold onto his, guiding it so he'd have a better grip, but his hand was shaking a bit too much that the glasses ended up slipping once more, only this time, they tumbled off of the bed.
He froze. "Oh crap, oh my God, uhm."
San was a cute bundle of nervous energy. Long gone was the man who dominated you like he did it everyday. He muttered something to himself, his cheeks burning bright. You wanted to give him some reprieve - mercy, if you will.
"it's alright, Sannie, relax," you chuckled, adjusting yourself to try and put his book away, yourself, so he could grab his glasses back from the floor. "Here, let me---"
But he seemed to have the same idea. The moment you lifted your head, was the moment he tilted his head down, causing your foreheads to knock off of each other. You both groaned in surprise, and before you could help it, you laughed out loud, the absurdity of it all getting to you. Oh, this man was cute.
"Please, don't laugh," he whined, more embarrassed than ever. "A-Are you okay? I am so sorry, I swear I'm not usually this clumsy!"
You were still laughing, it was uncontrollable at this point, and then you let out the loudest snort you've ever heard yourself do.
Your eyes went wide in mortification, clamping your hand over your mouth in shock. San froze, not knowing what to say at first, but then, he surprised you when he started laughing so hard, his entire body shook yours and he even let out a loud snort, himself.
"Oh, God, we're such a m-mess," you laughed even harder, wiping the lone tear from your eye.
"I'll say," he shook his head amusingly.
Your heart skipped a beat at the warmth in his voice. The awkwardness, the snorts, the blunders, it didn’t matter. You were laughing together, and somehow, in that moment, it felt perfect.
"You're adorable," he whispered, pulling you to him to plant the softest kiss on your forehead. Suddenly, he pulled away, as if disbelieving that he just did that.
Just like that, the laughter died down. The air simmered with a light tension, not the awkward kind, only the type that came from someone who didn't want to overstep their boundaries.
He lifted your hands, touching the bruises that were beginning to form on your wrists with such gentleness that it actually hurt you to see him this way. "I'm sorry," he croaked, his finger lingering on the bruises as if he was trying to erase them.
"San," you spoke with conviction, cupping his face firmly. "It's okay, I, uhm, I liked it."
You flushed crimson at the admission. He didn't say anything, the grief in his eyes still visible, but lessened as you assured him that it was okay.
"How long was I out?" You asked, breaking the ice lightly.
"A little more than an hour," he hummed, clearing his throat before turning to you. "Listen, I- I just wanted to make sure you're okay. I know we've never really spent the night before, but I didn't want to leave you. It didn't feel right to me."
That made your heart soar, but it also almost struck a pang in your chest, his uncertainty was palpable. "Did I hurt you?" San asked, his voice quiet. "I was too rough, wasn't I? I'm worried I might have crossed some lines with you."
You softened at the concern in his eyes. You could tell he was genuinely troubled, his usual confidence now replaced with hesitation. You shook your head with a reassuring smile. "You didn't, not even close," you gave him a small peck on the cheek to make your point across. "I'm glad you stayed."
His brows lifted in surprise as you pulled away, his eyes never leaving yours to search for any signs of discomfort. "I don't know what came over me," he admitted, voice strained. "You just looked so damn good, I-I couldn't resist."
You stayed silent, letting him continue. San fidgeted with his finger to find the right things to say to you without overthinking too much. "What I'm trying to say is," he sighed. "I just want it to be perfect for you."
You hadn't expected him to be this open. Something warm coats your chest. it felt serene, calming even. "I don't want perfection, San," you shook your head. "But you are perfect for me."
His eyes widened, mouth hanging slightly at your admission. "Really?" San asked, as if he weren't expecting you to say anything of the like.
His expression softened, and he reached out, gently brushing his fingers against yours. The simple touch felt electric, as if everything until now had shifted into something more open, more real.
Everything seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you with a quiet understanding. No more uncertainty, no more hesitation. Just the simple truth of what was there all along.
"This is what I want," you said. "You're very kind, San. You listen, and you care. When I'm with you, I'm not pressured to be someone I'm not. I don't even have to because I know you'll be there for me."
He didn't speak, his gaze just lingering on you as if he was seeing you for the very first time. There was something in the way he looked at you, something unspoken, that made everything feel so clear. The depth of his affection was almost suffocating, but if that was the case, you'd drown in it willingly.
And San knew that you could feel it. He tucked the strays of your hair behind your ears before settling on your face. He smiled softly, still as shy as ever, and in between the knowing looks you both shared, he just hoped that his sincerity was enough.
"I think I want to love you one day," he murmured, heart beating wildly in his chest at the confession. "I would love to fall madly for you."
There were no words need to be said. The connotation was there, and you both knew it. You closed your eyes, a split second of imagination playing in your head. It was too soon, you two basically just met and you were still at that stage where you were still learning about each other, but you could almost see it then and there.
Still, the revelation left you reeling. Breathless, even.
"I think I want to love you one day, too," you confessed with a smile. "I can honestly see myself falling in love with you, San."
And if his smile wasn't an indicator of how happy he was, you didn't know what. You were happy, too.
Dividers by : @dollywons
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