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Figuring out who I am. my name is Chey and I like k-pop and to sing and write even though I'm no good. Hello. They/Them. 26

[coolbeanskwan]

Hi everyone. I know this is unsuccessful no matter where I share it but I figured I’d beg preop here one more time. My surgery (if they don’t postpone it today) is TOMORROW. I unfortunately still don’t have a job because my field is a dumpster fire for entry level workers. Next year, my insurance is going to start doing deductibles on meds which sucks because I take 3(!) antidepressants. I also will have to go back to spending $200 every month on therapy visits. This is not even mentioning my student loans and whatever I’ll have to pay for surgery costs and anything related to the postop process.

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[sugarsylvie]

Eevee finally accepts the cone!

[joonie-joon]

Best of Friends

Pairing: Fem!SeonghwaXFem!Reader

Genera: smut

Summary: you and your female best friend Seonghwa take your close friendship to the next level.

Content warnings: 18+ no minors. Seonghwa is female in this with female body parts. Uses she/her/they pronouns. Mutual masturbation. Nipple play. Assisted masturbation. Use of sex toys. Oral sex. Face riding. Multiple orgasms.

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“Ugh, I hate my body. I can’t fill out any shirts how I want.” Seonghwa groaned, turning and posing different ways in the mirror.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back against the pillows of her bed. “You’re literally a model. I don’t want to hear it.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be critical. I mean, look.” She said, taking her shirt off and turning to face you. Her breasts bare and perky. You had seen them before since you both have been friends practically your whole life. This was no different to you.

“Yes, I see your boobs. I’ve seen them many times. I don’t get the issue?” You persisted, making her scoff.

“Yours are so much better. You have the perfect size and the perfect nipples. Every outfit you wear looks great on you.”

You grumbled and pulled your own top off, revealing your breasts.

“Look, they’re uneven.”

“Oh, whatever!” Seonghwa brushed you off. “I guess nobody ever likes their body.”

“I guess not. Especially their vagaina.”

“Wait, you don’t like your vagina? Why?” Seonghwa turned around to you in shock.

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “I guess I don’t really have anything to compare it to. So I think it looks weird.”

“Hmm..” she thought for a moment and then started to undo the button on her pants.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Your eyes widen in panic.

“I think we have known each other long enough where we can be naked in front of each other and it not be weird.” She told you. “Plus, I’m already half naked. We’re almost there as it is.”

Seonghwa dropped her pants and panties and stood naked in front of you. She didn’t give you much time to prepare some sort of reaction before walking over to the bed and sitting down on it, legs spread open for you to take a closer look.

“See?” She took her slender fingers between her legs and spread her lips. Her labia spread open like a flower, revealing her clit that was just long enough to slightly poke out of her lips. “It’s kinda pretty right? Like a flower.”

“It is. But, mine doesn’t look like that.” You sighed. “Maybe mine is weird or something.”

“Enough of that. Show me!” She said all frustrated, making you giggle. You complied and pushed your pants down your thighs and tossed them off the bed. Spreading your legs just like she was for her to look at your pussy.

“It’s so pretty, are you kidding? You have a porn star pussy.” Seonghwa gasped, craning her neck forward to get a closer look.

“Me? That’s definitely yours. Everything looks so.. perfect I guess. I mean, my clit doesn’t look like that. It does but just, yours looks more open and exposed.”

“That’s true, it is. That’s why it’s perfect for the clit sucker toy I bought a while back. The suction cup settles over it nicely.”

“Clit sucker? They make those?”

Seonghwa quickly turned to her bedside table and opened her drawer, taking out a medium size object.

“Ta-da!” She said, holding up the toy. “This is my other best friend.”

“I still don’t get it. It sucks? It doesn’t vibrate?” You asked, still bewildered. Seonghwa spread her legs again and bend them up at the knee, placing her feet flat on the mattress.

“So this part right here..” she pointed to the white suction cup on the end of the toy. “..goes over my clit.”

She brought the toy down between her legs and secured the end around her clit. Your eyes widened in shock at the view in front of you but, couldn’t find the words to speak. You were speechless.

“Then, I just hit this power button and-“ you heard the very soft hum of the toy coming to life. Seonghwa’s hips twitched ever so slightly but, her face stayed casual. “-and now it’s sucking my clit.”

You watched her cunt intently, noticing how wetness started to spread over her labia. She didn’t make a sound but, her breathing started to get a bit rapid. You looked up at her face and found her flushed, lips parted ever so slightly.

“So um, yeah-“ she stuttered, voice a bit weak. “That’s how it works.”

“And that’s all it does?” You ask softly.

“It has more speeds. It can suck even harder.” She clicked the button one more time and the strumming of the toy got a bit louder. You saw her toes press deep into the mattress.

“Um, do you mind if- I don’t know if you thought it be weird if I, you know..” she stuttered through short gasps. “..I’m just right there.”

She was asking if she could cum in front of you, on the brink of climax. Her arousal was dripping onto the bed and you could see a faint pulsing in her entrance. It should be weird, even for friends. But, then again, why did you want to see it? You looked up at her and found her staring at you. Bottom lip tucked in painfully between her teeth as she tried to hold back her orgasm while she got your permission. Seeing her like that took your breath away and made you wet between your thighs. Not knowing what to say, you just nodded your head ‘yes.’

Seonghwa clicked the button one more time on the toy, making the suction stronger. Her heels lifted off the bed and her eyes fluttered closed, her pelvis rocking back and forth as if she was grinding onto the toy.

“Oh fuck.. I’m gonna cum.” She whimpered. Her voice and pretty sounds she made made a wave of head spread to your cheeks and nipples harden.

“Let me see.” You whispered, not even realizing you said it out loud. The words landed erotically in her ears and made her come crashing down into her release. She moaned loudly with her head thrown back in pleasure. You couldn’t take you eyes off of her cunt, watching as her hole clenched open and closed as her orgasm continued. You suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have your fingers inside of her while she did that.

Seonghwa clicked off the toy and pulled it away from her pussy, body convulsing slightly with aftershocks of her orgasm. She started to giggle, feeling floaty from cumming. You giggled to but more due to the shock of what had just happened. Still admiring her body in front of you.

“Wow so.. yeah. That just happened.” She said, sitting back up in the bed once she found her breath. “Now, it’s your turn.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I’ve shown you how to use it so use it. If you like it I’ll get you one for your birthday.” She smiled and handed you the toy. The suction cup was still wet with the remainder of Seonghwa’s orgasm. You hesitated just a little but the got into the same position Seonghwa had just been in, spreading yourself open in front of her. She immediately saw how wet you were but, didn’t make a comment. Not wanting you to chicken out.

You placed the suction around your clit, feeling it hit into the opening nice and snug. You looked up at Seonghwa, trying to find some sort of reassurance. She nodded her head slightly, a small smile on her face.

“Yes, like that. Now, hit the button one time.” She told you, and you clicked the toy on.

“OH.” You gasped and your toes curled. The toy started to suck on your clit, feeling like the softest lips pulling gently at the swollen nub.

“Right? Doesn’t it feel good?”

You just nodded your head frantically, afraid you would moan if you opened your lips. Your fingers of your free hand clawed into the sheets desperately.

“Turn it up a little.” She told you and you clicked it one more time. The strength making your eyes roll into the back of your head and pussy clench. You bit your lip trying to hold back the noises threatening to spill into the room. Seonghwa noticed your hesitation.

“You can cum if you want. I don’t mind.” She encouraged you. “Whatever you need to do to get there is okay.”

You breathed out a whimper an started to let your moans flow out freely. The sounds echoing off her bedroom walls and settling between her thighs, making her wet again. She watched you for minutes, entranced by you but realizing there was something keeping you from your climax.

“Is something wrong?” She asks.

“No- I just- I’m so close. But I keep losing it.” You whimper, frustrated.

“What do you need? Seriously, tell me anything.” She told you and you immediately knew what you needed to ask for. You looked up at your best friend, worried how things would change if you asked and it went further than what this already was. But, the fire between your legs made you decide to worry about it later. Right now, you were desperate to cum.

“Can you touch my nipples?” You asked her softly, your noice full of nerves. Seonghwa nodded and climbed over to where you were sitting. She placed two of her fingers on top of one of your pebbled nipples and started to rub circles on the hard peak.

“Oh god..” you groaned, throwing your head back from the new stimulation.

“Is this okay?” Seonghwa asked breathlessly. You looked over at her and nodded your head. The expression on your face making her soaked. She could tell by your glossy eyes and trembling lips you were about to cum. She was entranced, locked in your irises, and her face slowly started to drift closer and closer to yours. Her fingers still on your breasts and now her lips brushing against yours, you leaned in and connected to her soft mouth.

The kisses were soft and gentle at first as you both cautiously found each other’s comfortable rhythm. The intensity of the kisses deepening as you continued, your thighs opening up and pelvis pushing into your toy harder as things heated up. It felt so good. Too good. And when Seonghwa snaked her long tongue into your mouth and dragged it across yours, you came.

You moaned into her mouth as your orgasm washed over you and she moaned back, consumed in the erotic nature of the intimate moment. She continued to kiss you until your orgasm was over. Your hips twitched when you pulled the toy off your swollen and throbbing clit.

You pulled away from Seonghwa and stared at her gasping for air and eyes wide. Her expression was like a mirror, completely in shock. Not only had you both just masturbated in front of each other, you had both kissed. Something more intimate and close than anything sexual you both could have possibly done together.

“I-“ you tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind. You were afraid of the mood becoming awkward before Seonghwa finally spoke.

“So, did it feel like a real mouth?” She asked you, her voice a bit weak. You didn’t respond for a minute, taken aback by her casual question after such an intimate moment.

“Oh.” You shook your head ever so slightly to focus yourself. “I uh- I wouldn’t know. Nobody has ever gone down on me before.”

“Are you serious? God- you’ve always dated such losers.” She said, getting up onto her knees on the bed and crawling over to settle herself between yours.

“Wait, what-“

“We’re best friends, right?” She asked you, looking up at you from between your thighs. Her beautiful face just inches from your throbbing pussy.

“Right.”

“Okay, so, this is just us being really close friends.” She shrugged, a small smile spreading across her face. “Don’t overthink it.”

Your tiniest tinge of wariness was greatly overshined by how horny the view of Seonghwa between your legs made you. Instead of holding yourself back, you nodded, and spread your legs further as an invitation. She winked at you in reassurance and wrapped her arms around your hips, using her grip to pull you close to her. And, with one swift move, she pushed her tongue between your folds and licked her way up to your clit.

“Oh-fuck!” You moaned in shock, your back arching off of the bed. You tried to squirm away but Seonghwa held you securely to her mouth, circling your clit between her lips. She suckled on your clit, lapping the swollen bundle of nerves with her tongue periodically. Each drag of her tongue making the pleasure grow even more intensely between your thighs. This didn’t feel like the toy she had let you use. It was so SO much better.

“Seonghwa.. Hwa, oh my god. Wait-“ your fingers laced themselves in her hair, not knowing if you should push her away or pull her face deeper into your cunt. She knew how intense this must be for you but, refused to let up, wanting you to feel every bit of pleasure she gave. She used all her strength to fight off any attempts to push her away from your pussy. Her mouth never ceasing to lick and suck your now overstimulated clit. She loved how your hips tensed around her cheeks each time she flicked her tongue in just a certain way that made electricity shoot through your body. She was obsessed with the pretty noises she was pulling out of you, your moans turning her on. She started to moan in return, the vibrations landing directly on your clit and brining you right to the brink.

“Oh my god, Hwa. Stop. Stop or I’m gonna cum-“ you choked out the warning, unable to finish as she excitedly sucked down hard on your clit, sending you into an earth shattering orgasm. You came dramatically on her tongue, your back arching off the bed and thighs clamping down around her shoulders. She lapped at your clit until your orgasm subsided, your body twitching as her tongue became a bit too much.

“Please! Okay, okay!” You giggled, finally succeeding in forcing her away from you. Seonghwa smiled, her lips and chin glossy in your cum. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before. Almost as if you were really seeing her for the first time.

“Did you like it?” She asked eagerly.

“Uh, yeah. You couldn’t tell?” You laughed in disbelief that she was actually asking you that question. “How did you learn how to do that?”

“Just by messing around with a few people. Practice makes perfect.”

“Is it hard?” You asked, a strong tone of curiosity in your voice.

“Not really. You just have to try different things and listen to how your partner responds to it. And, when it’s sounding good, don’t stop what you’re doing.” She paused briefly, biting her lip and looking at you with nothing but lust in her eyes. “Lay down. Let me teach you.”

You settled down onto the pillow and Seonghwa crawled up further on the bed, straddling your chest. Your heart skipped a beat, not knowing where she was going with this. She could sense your hesitation.

“I’m going to sit on your face.” She explained. “It seems intimidating but, it’s one of the easiest ways to learn.” She scooted up further, her pussy now directly over you. She was glistening wet, and you swear you could see her clit pulsing from how aroused she was. It made your mouth water.

“I’m going to lower myself down onto you but, I’ll hold most of my weight. You’re going to use your tongue on me just like I did to you.”

You let her know it was okay to continue and she lowered her cunt down onto your mouth, your outstretched tongue slipping inside of her folds. The taste was mild and a bit salty, delicious. You hummed into her cunt in satisfaction from how tasty she was, making her eyes roll back into her head.

“Shit..” she mumbled. “Now, stick your tongue out. Make sure I can feel it against my clit-yeah, fuck. Right there!” Seonghwa could feel your tongue against her throbbing clit. Without giving it much through, she started to rock her hips to drag herself across your slick tongue, riding it. You grabbed her hips after you heard her moan of pleasure, letting you know what you were doing was feeling good, and helped her move as she rode your face.

Seonghwa’s moans sounded almost as if she was singing, her heavenly noises helping you get into the rhythm of what she needed you to do an be. Your hands released her thighs for a few minutes to reach up and grab her breasts, taking the soft rounds in your palms and giving them a squeeze as she rode you. She looked beautiful, ethereal, above you. And you could tell by her facial expression she was close to another orgasm.

“You’re doing so fucking good baby. Right there! Right there-“ her hips bucked wildly on each side of your face as her climax rushed towards her, pressing her hips down hard against you as she chased the feeling. You could feel her cunt tensing and, with two more thrusts of her thighs, felt her clit start to pulsate against your tongue as her orgasm washed over her.

Seonghwa moaned loudly, gripping onto her headboard as she came to keep her upright. She continued to ride your tongue through her climax until she couldn’t take it anymore, her body flexing her to pull away from your mouth. She rolled off of you and collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. You licked your lips to wide away the delicious remnants of her climax left on your skin and turned to face your best friend.

“Did I do okay for my first time?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before. Ever.” She laughed and you joined in, giggling in giddy bliss.

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can! It was going to happen sooner or later.” Seonghwa said, still in a fit of giggles. “What else are best friends for?”

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Finally finished after quite a long time ❤️ hope you enjoyed.

[wkwksoulgi]

Hiii, I've been reading your stories for a while and I really like your writing I wanted to ask if you could make a story idol sana x a female idol reader. Ty🩷🩷🩷

|| blue light spins and freshness spreads over our lips

idol!minatozaki sana x idolfem!reader ; fluff

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synopsis: going on instagram live with your girlfriend, you see a comment that dares you to wipe the drink after she drinks from it. safe to say, sana does not like the prank one bit.

tw// content: none!// slight spit play(?), just sana being a bit freaky

a/n: i'm not sure if you guys have seen this trend (wiping after gf drinks), but it's been popping up a lot on my tiktok fyp, so i decided to whip it up in this fic!! thank you for supporting my writing, anon!! enjoy reading!!! n.o.t. proof.read.

wc: 2.0k

being able to date the minatozaki sana from twice has been a wonderful experience.

however, your anxiety had peaked when dispatch caught you both kissing right in front of sana's apartment complex after your date night one evening (and you’ve always managed to be super cautious about these things, but sana couldn’t keep her sneaky hands to herself long enough for you both to reach her actual apartment door).

the pictures weren't grainy at all. they were clear enough to allow viewers to see that it's definitely two specific, well-known girl idols kissing: your hand resting on the back of her neck, with sana smiling into the kiss as she always does.

when the official article finally dropped, confirming that you both are dating because there can't be any other reasons to deny such allegations, your names stayed trending for weeks—even making it to national news channels.

and the internet practically melted at your relationship:

[dispatch really exposed sana for being the most whipped wlw alive!]

[WAIT, so that's why sana's always smiling at her phone every time the camera pans to her in twice's vlogs??!!!]

[alright, editors, do your thing and make these fan edits!!!]

[they're such a cute couple!!]

[matching phone cases, matching sweaters, matching rings...how have we missed all of this??]

a viral thread also stood out from it all: [proof minatozaki sana from twice has been publicly in love with her girlfriend for years.]

(to sana's embarrassment, there were quite a lot of pictures and video replies that fans had found and dissected to precise details under that thread.

she had hid her face in your shoulder with a groan then, your arms around her waist, while you both cuddled on your couch.

"they're never going to let this down," she mumbles in your neck, nuzzling her nose before she continues, "however...now i kind of want to go out there and kiss you just so they can keep talking about us."

you had laughed at that, your eyebrows lifting in amusement because sana is most likely serious, if the determination in her eyes say otherwise.

"don't look at me like that, darling. disptach worked so hard for those 4k quality photos. so, we can give them better ones, especially in the daylight!"

safe to say, you both did not go outside and exhibit pda (sana likes you all to herself anyway).

but she did lean up to kiss you deep enough for you to have a stupid smile afterwards).

—

spending time with your girlfriend has quickly become your favorite pastime, especially when you both go on instagram live together on a free weekend.

as sana is sprawled across your couch in your clothes, you decided to start a live on sana's account. sitting on the floor with your knees drawn up against your chest, you make yourself comfortable on the pillow in the space between the couch and the coffee table.

"hello everyone!" sana sings sweetly into the camera, scooting her face on the cushion to rest on your shoulder, cheek squished cutely. her freshly washed hair smells like your shampoo—something faintly floral—with her soft strands tickling your neck every time she moves.

"wouldn't that hurt your neck?" you murmur quietly, her hair almost making its way into your mouth.

"not if i'm close to you."

you rolled your eyes fondly at that, hand moving away her hair neatly before they go back on the screen to scroll through the comments.

many chats flew by quickly; your eyes were not able to catch up with them unless you pressed on the screen to pause the flow. sana read some of them out loud, voice lilting into amusement the more she did so.

"they’re saying you look sleepy." she tries to turn her head as much as possible on your shoulder, but eventually gives up with a huff when she can't see your face.

"yeah, i am a bit sleepy, but i do want to talk to your fans."

the blanket your girlfriend has draped over herself shifts a little, until you feel the weight on your shoulder becoming lighter. from the corner of your eye, you see her body slide down on the couch, plopping unceremoniously right beside you on the floor.

"so much for 'i'm so lazy, i won't join you on the floor.'" you teased, lips in a smirk as you glance over at her.

sana narrows her eyes mischievously before slipping her icy hand under the hem of your shirt, her palm splayed out on your warm skin shamelessly, making you yelp out in surprise. looking back at your livestream quickly, you let out a sigh of relief when you see the camera cuts off from your upper chest.

thank goodness, you did not want the world to see everything else.

"i'm just readjusting so i can go use the restroom." she gets up, making sure she is out of view from the camera before sauntering off to the bathroom, even having the audacity to look back with a wink accompanied with her own butt pat.

shaking your head as you try to hide your smile behind your hand, you continue filtering through the comments:

[they are never beating the married allegations...]

[we love you!!!]

[sing us a song!]

[so pretty~~~]

[comeback hints???]

muttering out the last question, you talk a bit about your upcoming comeback, playing around with your words to not reveal too much.

"you guys will be really surprise for my comeback! the style is way different from our usual concept, but that is all i can tell you!"

reaching over the table, you grab your drink, sipping it lazily as a comment suddenly catches your eye among the endless flood:

[you should offer sana your drink and wipe it afterwards to see how she reacts]

you snort into your hand at the suggestion, almost choking on the drink as your brain is already planning on how to let the little prank unfold.

"you guys are a menace. hopefully i don't end up girlfriend-less tonight...or else i'm blaming it on you guys!"

you barely have enough time to recover from your small laughing fit before the sound of slippers padding swiftly across the floor echoes from down the hallway.

sana settles back into her spot beside you with a contented sigh, rubbing her slightly damp hands against her sweatpants before tugging the blanket back over her legs.

the viewers immediately start spamming heart emojis the second she instinctively leans into your side again, her eyes meeting yours through the screen—a twinkle of shine in them.

quietly offering her your drink, she took the glass in hand with glee, body wiggling in excitement. completely oblivious to the prank, she happily brings the straw to her lips, face lighting instantly at the sweet taste of the juice as she takes long sips.

her eyes were soft and content the entire time, looking pleased over something as small as sharing your drink that almost makes you feel bad for pranking her in the first place.

almost.

"that's really good, thank you!" she scrunches her nose in gratitude as you take the drink from her hand, before her face expression turns into mild confusion when you pluck a tissue from the box, nonchalantly wiping the straw as you stare at your phone.

you can practically feel the gears in your girlfriend's head spinning as she stares back and forth from your face to the drink.

"...what are you doing?"

your lips press together immediately to stop yourself from laughing, eyes trained forward because you'll burst out laughing if you look at her directly.

"darling?" she pokes your cheek as you take a sip, her fingers traveling from your face to curling around the glass, plucking it out of your hand before she takes the straw into her mouth.

her phone somehow—miraculously—ends up falling out of its holder, the camera now panning up to the ceiling instead.

what the viewers don't see is how you're hypnotized with sana's scandalous action, one that an idol should never show in public—especially on live.

your eyes widen as she openmouthedly twirls the plastic tube with her tongue, coating it with her saliva before closing her mouth around it, lightly sucking on it as she looks at you with half-lidded, sultry eyes.

[wait wait wait what's happening?]

[you're so fucked]

[omg did y'all see sana's face????]

[notice me pls]

[live laugh love, but it seems like you'll be sleeping on the couch]

[the phone fell!!!! nooo what's going on???]

sana smirks after she pulls away with a small pop, arms now extending for the drink to be in front of you, guiding the straw to your mouth as she drags it along your lips.

your mouth parts on its own, feeling the spit-coated plastic pushing in; the warmth of it reminds you of where it had been.

your girlfriend hands you back your drink—to which you took with shaky hands—chin nodding to the cup to make sure you take sips.

her lips curve in a sly, satisfied smirk, before her hands busy themselves putting her phone back on the stand.

she proceeds to talk to her fans sweetly and innocently as if she wasn't completely ruining her idol image right in front of you.

[her gf's face is so red???? what went down?!!?!?!]

[omg what happened in those ten seconds???]

[??!?!?!??]

[sana-unnie you're so pretty]

[bro she's experiencing technical difficulties]

[sana flipped the script so fast]

for the entirety of the live, you can see her tiny twitch of a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips whenever her nails graze your thigh under the blanket.

it also doesn't help that she constantly licks her lips or has her tongue darting out for the rest of the livestream.

a real fucking tease she is.

—

as you both finally bid goodbye to everyone (sana had whined when you wanted to end it early because there were more important matters at hand. it was clear why she wanted to stall for so long), your girlfriend immediately gets in your lap, legs bracketing your hips possessively, almost knocking over the items on the table.

"look at you," she teases in a slight mocking tone, "completely whipped on live and i wonder why."

the smugness in her voice makes you shift in your seat, already feeling a pool of slick forming in your shorts.

"your fun little prank seems like it backfired, no? all flustered from just a bit of teasing, hm?"

before you can defend yourself, she turns to grab the drink on the table into her hand, the cold drips of the condensation makes you flinch as they drop onto your thighs. sana takes a few sips before turning back to you, an unreadable glint in her eyes.

just as your mouth parts to speak, sana grips your shirt tightly in her hands, pulling you in for a kiss as she presses her body impossibly closer—until you feel liquid sweetness spilling past your lips, making your eyes widen in surprise.

all you could taste was the strawberry drink traveling on your tongue and down your throat, moaning into the kiss as sana pushes more of the drink into your mouth. you let out a small choked sound as sana checks for any remnants of the drink still in your mouth with a slide of her tongue, feeling her grin on your lips afterwards when she finds none.

she pulls back abruptly in a daze, a pleased smile plastered on her pretty face as she takes in your flustered state. her fingers stay twisted tightly in your shirt, keeping you close as she bites down on her lower lip to suppress another wicked smile. her eyes flick shamelessly between your blown pupils and swollen lips before meeting your gaze again.

"my gorgeous girl," her thumb comes up to wipe away a trail of the drink that slid down to your chin, pulling it back towards her as she licks it off with an appreciative hum.

you cough again from the realization, quickly gulping hard afterwards, then stare at her with dark eyes. your hold on her thighs tightens, fingers gripping enough to stop her hips from grinding on your lap.

"what's wrong, darling?" she stares back with that infuriatingly annoying smug and sparkles in her eyes before leaning closer again, noses brushing lightly, "do you want more?"

the eagerness in your eyes says it all.

[kateammann]

Happy Pride Month!!! 🌈💕🌼✨

[pusheen]

[traumatized-tiefling]

the pitt wip ill prolly never finish :///

[belllllaaaaa]

hardcore running w mel’s two ren faire mentions

[serendipithui]

stay up late

streamer! san x reader

your roommate streamer!san has a bad habit of keeping you awake deep into the night with his loud noises. After losing your job you decide to finally get revenge after a night of drinking together.

content warnings: swearing, pet names, drinking, alcohol, making out, implied smut etc

[3:47 AM] 

San’s muffled voice thundered through the apartment as you attempted to wedge your head further in between two pillows. 

The shared apartment seemed like a good idea months ago. A friend of a friend had a two story apartment with a spare bedroom and a job that’d encourage daytime sleeping. At the time, there seemed to be no ostensible catch but after only a few nights in the apartment you found the issue. Or heard the issue. 

Your mysterious roommate San, who declined to list his profession prior to you signing the lease, was a twitch streamer. This normally wouldn’t be an issue as you did enjoy gaming as well and tended to enjoy falling asleep to late night streams. However, the times in which he streamed and the volume at which he did so often kept you up at night. 

The icing on the cake was when you connected the dots on why San sounded so familiar when you had talked to him a few times prior to moving in. San was one of the many streamers that you enjoyed falling asleep to at night. His carefree gameplay coincided with his mellow voice that was easy to relax to even when it reached abstract volumes. Much like they were tonight. 

Embarrassing attraction to San aside, a late night text gently reminding him that you had work in the morning would quiet him for several hours but tonight your messages were being left unread. 

In the room directly below you you could hear as San jumped up and down, laughed, and yelled any time his team won a round. 

You groggily swipe through your phone apps before landing on the Twitch app. San’s stream was the first recommendation. 

bigsanmarie: wait i’m good at valorant???? (23.4k viewers.) 

You click on the stream to see San smiling so much his eyes were nearly shut. Despite his demeanor his Valorant team was amidst a 14-15 overtime loss. The LED’s of his room decorations made his cheeks glow as his matching black Razer Kraken Kitty’s glowed to match. 

As upset as you were, it was hard not to laugh with San. He was vehemently denying whiffing a kill to his duo, Yunho, whose voice was booming over a discord call. 

San’s collarbones poked out behind his black tank top and his shoulders rippled with laughter. San had the habit of making anything look good, even while wearing cat ear headphones he looked undeniably attractive. 

This habit played a role in your signing of the lease as San had made the shabby apartment rather glorious just by existing inside of it with enthusiasm. 

The time on your phone catches your eye and reminds you of your early morning mandatory company meeting tomorrow. 

Without a second thought you slide out of bed and pad down out of your room and down a small staircase. San’s voice increasingly gets louder with every step until you’re outside his bedroom door. Your hand pauses before turning the handle gently and poking your head inside.

San was sitting with his back to the door, several lights pointed at him while his 3 monitors held his attention. He was still amidst an argument with Yunho when your eyes focused.

You realized you’d never been in San’s room while he was streaming before and didn't calculate for the camera to be pointing in your direction. San notices his chat speed up and turns around quickly. 

“Oh my god y/n.” A light scream erupts from his throat as he scrambles to mute his mic. Even despite his girlish scream your cheeks flush a dark red as you catch a glimpse of his chest beneath his black tank top. Below the camera, San was wearing a dangerously small pair of gym shorts that revealed two thick thighs taking up the entire expanse of his gaming chair. An image of you sitting on said thighs flashes through your mind and leaves your head scrambled.

“I’m so sorry,” is all you can think to say, fully registering that you’d just interrupted his stream while 20,000 people watched and then imagined sitting atop of San.

“No, no, you have a meeting tomorrow right?” He runs a hand up into his hair and pulls his kitty headphones down, you can hear Yunho yelling through them. 

“yeah… I-“ you pause when he smiles lightly. 

“I promise I’ll be quieter, go to sleep Y/n it’s okay.” His voice is gentle as he pulls his headphones back on and turns back to his game as the round starts, but not before giving you an affirmative nod. You yank your head out of his room and gently close the door. 

Behind the closed door you can hear San apologizing to Yunho and laughing with his chat again. 

Your tired feet carry you back upstairs to your waiting bed that was still warm. San’s stream had stayed open during your journey downstairs and now played idly next to your pillow. 

San’s voice carried over the speakers and began to gently lull your eyes to a close as your mind filled with the absence of thought. Next to you, the chat continued to go crazy with your surprise appearance reading things like big san’s marriage arc?? and ooooo he got in troubleeeee. 

Oblivious to the chat, sleep pulls you in. 

[10:24 AM] 

Your obvious lack of sleep at the hands of your roommate is no longer the cause of concern for your day. Nor is the fact that you had used said roommate's stream to subsequently fall asleep the night prior. 

Instead, the very important mandatory meeting that you arrived exhausted to was a staff overhaul that led to you losing your job in just a few minutes. 

The walk home in daylight was not something you were accustomed to, as your walks home normally took place once the sun had dipped below the horizon. 

Your and San’s complete opposite schedules were the reason the roommate situation worked so well, but coming back home now to a bleary eyed san eating a bowl of cereal without a shirt on was not part of the plan.

Granted, your teary eyes and paper bag full of your office belongings was not part of the plan either but you found yourself now in a staring match between roommates. 

“What are you doing here?” San asked, cheeks puffed full of cereal. His eyes had dark crevices beneath them and his hair was sticking up in several different directions. 

“I got fired.” You reply quietly, swallowing the lump that had made residence in your throat. 

“Because of me?!” Drops of milk poke out of San’s mouth. Despite the mildly narcissistic comment and gross state of San right now, your cheeks threatened to flush. 

“No, no…Why would it be because of you?” San’s cheeks turn bright red at your question and he leans his head into his hand to scratch at his hair. 

“I guess I keep you up a lot? but that’s beside the point?” Every word ends with a question and honest bewilderment floods his expression. “Were you late today?”

“They just didn’t need me anymore.” You finish but your voice quivers. The small bump in your statement made San jolt and his eyebrows pinch together. He offers an arm out in what you assume to be a gentle attempt at comfort.

Despite being roommates your conversations rarely branched from polite one offs aside from the occasional conversation at the parties that San hosted in the living room. This conversation and its subsequent emotions were out of left field. 

Seeing San’s genuine attempt at comfort despite your distant relationship is what sends the lump in your throat over the edge and causes tears to spill from your eyes.

San retracts his arm in shock as he watches the sudden shift in emotions. He pushes his cereal bowl away from him, stands up, and gingerly offers both arms outward. 

To your own surprise, you accept the offer and carefully wrap your arms around his bare torso. San’s muscles seemed to ripple down his chest as his arms nestled in a safe space on your back. His grip tightens until your forehead is pressed against his chest, your head nestled under his chin.

Whether this was his intention or not, your tears ease in lieu of a hot red flush that coats your cheeks. You take a step back, suddenly aware of every movement between both of you. San hesitantly steps back, checking to see if tears continue to spill.

The awkward silence fills the space once more as he continues to stare at you wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand. 

“Do you need help bringing your stuff up?” he points to the paper bag full of your office supplies. A laugh escapes your lips and you shrug. 

“Sure, why not.” You try not to watch as San bends down and lifts the surprisingly heavy bag, that seems to give him no issue. Despite spending 80% of his time online, it’s clear that that extra 20% was spent in the gym. 

You trudge slowly up the stairs, an emotional support water bottle filled to the brim with cold water  and ice courtesy of San swung behind you as San followed. His arms stuffed with your old work supplies, and a blankie from the couch he deemed to be comforting. 

Compared to San’s LED dungeon of a bedroom, yours looked rather bleak right now in the early afternoon sun. Tears still fought to escape as you began to unpack your bag of things, aware of San’s presence behind you. 

“I know just the thing to cheer you up.” San’s voice breaks the silence. You freeze, unsure if San’s idea of fun is purely focused around going to gym and playing video games or if he was about to pull you to a carnival and force you to go on every roller coaster.

You turn around and see him thoroughly inspecting a new dress that you’d bought that was hanging on your closet door. You flush red.

“My friends and I are going drinking tonight, you should come with us.” He nods to himself like it’s his best idea yet. The idea of drinking with strangers was not anywhere near your idea of a perfect way to cheer up. But San looked so proud of himself at that moment that your mouth moved quicker than your head.

“Okay.”

“And wear this,” he indicates towards the dress.

[11:58 PM]

You curse yourself for ever allowing San to talk you into this. He didn’t actually talk you into it but his habit of making everything seem lovely and fun had played a heavy hand in your acceptance and throughout your night thus far. 

When you had stepped down the stairs in black boots and your black dress that felt a lot more sheer than it was in the store’s dressing room you hadn’t planned for San’s reaction to differ from what it normally was the few times you’d hung out prior. He would normally give a polite smile and compliment the color of your shirt or how awesome the pattern on your pants was. This time when you paused in front of him his mouth had hung slack and his cheeks glowed red despite not having had a lick of alcohol touch his blood stream yet. 

“You look so beautiful.” His compliment seems to send you both into a spiral of stutters and murmured thank yous before he eventually offered his hand outward.

With his natural infinite affinity for showing off his arms he wore a grey high neck tank top paired with overly baggy jeans and riveted belt. Despite your initial hesitance for prolonged contact, the feeling of San’s hand tucked safely into yours as he guided you down your apartment building stairs felt all but unnatural.

Once outside San had gently taken your hand and placed it on his bicep for you to hold on to as you had continued your journey.

His arm muscles seemed to tighten as you clutched onto them, allowing him to lead you through the bustling city streets. He had droned on the entire walk about how this bar was his favorite, and that he knew the bartender would give him free shots on the down low. 

Your arrival at said bar now seemed hazy in your memory as you attempted to recount your night thus far. Yunho, who’s voice you recognized from San’s stream instantly, had immediately ushered a shot into your hands with a promise of more on the way the second you stepped into the dimly lit bar. 

Even now, being several shots deep, your memory falters with how exactly San’s arm had ended up protectively around your waist or how you’d ended up in the corner of your group’s booth together. The alcohol made your head heavy and eyes heavier. San’s arm around your waist prodded your stomach gently, jolting your eyes open to see Yunho approaching the booth with a tray full of abnormally tall double shot glasses. 

“Another one?” The words escape your lips in a murmur as your heavy head lulls to the side back into San’s shoulder, which bounces with laughter. 

“Only if you want,” his voice is quiet against the loud music and laughter of San’s friends, who’d all told you their names and welcomed you warmly but gave you and San space when he’d pulled you into the corner. 

A glass is pressed into your hands from Yunho, which brings you back to life. You hold the glass out, cheering with everyone around you. 

“This one’s too?” A friend asks as the shot glasses clink together. The group pauses for a moment, the murky green liquid inside the glasses spilling as everyone’s hand shakes.

“To Y/N!” San shouts from next to you. Everyone agrees before touching their glasses to the table and taking the drink. The liquid has a jolting minty taste that attacks the back of your throat and makes your stomach lurch. You shrink your nose in disgust as you put your glass back on the table, oblivious of the near half of liquid in the glass that still remains. 

“What was that?” You manage to ask between the burning sensation in your mouth. Next to you, San has a similar reaction, but is quick to brush the hair away from your forehead. 

“Green fairy, it’s a weird one.” His voice is low, and his brow is wrinkled. He points to your glass left on the table with the dregs of your shot still inside. Your hands refuse to cooperate with your head as your insides still rumble with the absinthe that’s making its way to your head. You fist a handful of San’s jeans, his head kicks back in a breathy laugh. 

With his free hand he takes the shot glass and holds it to your pursed lips. Your eyes meet and he raises a thick eyebrow. 

“Drink up, princess.” You part your mouth and accept the last grueling bit of your shot. Another shiver wracks your body from its core and you grip onto San tighter. 

“Chaser?” You ask through your disgust, desperate to fight the rising wave of sickness that’s made residency in your stomach. Between your pinched eyelids you see San look around the table for anything to quell the disgusting taste in your mouth and stop shivers that rock your body. A cold chill passes over your shoulders, and you reach your other hand forward to grab onto San’s shirt and anchor you back to reality.

Regardless of your sparse memory of the night this far, you refuse to let it be marred with throwing up and embarrassing yourself in front of San and his friends. He jerks his head back when you pull his shirt, his eyebrows raised in question. 

“I don’t have anything for a chaser,” He pauses, breath fanning across your face, forehead brushing against yours. His spare hand gently caresses your cheek before his omnipresent arm around your waist finishes the job and brings your lips to his. 

The disgusting flavor that lingered from the shots melted away with the touch of San’s soft lips that tasted of alcohol and sweet taffy. A moan passes from his lips and vibrates into yours. His arm around your waist slides to lightly grasp your thigh, and squeeze you in tighter. 

His kiss is gentle and comforting, as if to acknowledge your strange day and offer solace in his embrace. You push your lips further into his and feel a smile press into yours. Your hand snakes into his hair, a long strand of hair twirling around your finger. You try to grasp his head but he fights against it and pulls away.

San pulls away to smile more, this time you can see his eyes glisten and his cheeks swell, flush with red from the alcohol. 

“I think I need another shot,” you sputter, your heavy head catching San’s shoulder once more. 

“I think we need to get you home first, princess.” San’s voice is barely audible against the thick sound of the bar around you. You shake your head no, against his shoulder. “C’mon, I keep you up enough already.” His arms find solace underneath yours as he pulls you up, into his lap. 

You try to find every ounce of strength in your body and force it into your neck, which snaps up to focus on your surroundings.

“I promise I’m ok San, I don’t want this to end.” You whisper, over your shoulder you can see his brows are heavy with concern. Despite your ever churning stomach, going home would mean ending the night. 

The idea of job hunting, going back to just roommates with San, all of that was worse than the headache that plagued your body. Behind you, you hear San and Yunho’s somewhat muddled conversation. 

“…call you an uber?”

“I’m worried about her in the car.”

“She’ll be fine.” 

“She’s finally talking to me. I don't want to ruin it.”

This last line from San stung a little bit, and seemed to echo around your head as a thick layer of guilt massaged its way into your chest.

You’re pulled back to reality when San’s friends begin to exit the booth, making way for you to scooch out.

You do so haphazardly, muttering apologies and nice to meet you with every pass. You turn around to get a face full of San’s broad chest, he grabs your arms to steady and guide you outside. 

A gust of air hits your chest like a rock. Your teeth clatter against the cold air. In your infinite forgetfulness you curse yourself for not planning on bringing a jacket when you’d left the apartment hours prior. Your feet stumble beneath you but San is quick to offer his arm for support. 

“I called an uber. It should be here any second.” Sam wraps both of his arms around you, locking you in place against him. The shivers subside until a grey sedan pulls in front of you. 

Gently, San places a hand on your waist and swoops the other under your legs until he’s holding you bridal style. He walks to the other side of the car, opens the door, and sets you inside. His thick hair brushes your lips as he attempts to buckle the seatbelt. 

“You don’t have to do this.” you grumble, but your hands refuse to cooperate as you attempt to assist the buckling of the belt. San pulls back, having successfully secured you. 

“But I want to, princess.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, before gently closing the door and hurrying to the other side. You’d barely had time to process his actions before he’s buckling in next to you. 

One of his hands snakes to your head, and gently pulls it into his shoulder. There, he places another chaste kiss on your forehead and mumbles something about sleep.

[4:47 AM]

Your eyes fly open with a snap. Despite your clear head, the world spins around you and your stomach groans with the effects of copious shots. 

The room around you feels unfamiliar from your own. A faint pink LED strip illuminates the spinning ceiling. You turn your head to see San sitting at his desk, both computer monitors on. He’s talking quietly into the mic in front of him, his brown boba eyes scanning the active chat on his monitor, while the other monitor illuminates with a roblox mini game. His black cat ear headphones are askew on his head, one muff on the other off.

Your eyes can hazily make out the title of San’s active live stream. 

bigsanmarie: shhhh quiet night stream! (12.1k viewers.) 

You groan. The last thing you remembered was sleeping in the uber on the car ride home. Nothing about San bringing you into his room was clear in your memory, but sure enough his blanket was pulled to your chin and a cat plush was stuffed between your arms. 

Your groan caught San’s attention. He mutes the mic before turning to you with a soft smile, pulling his headphones to his neck. He changed into a black hoodie and a loose pair of boxers that you choose to ignore. His cheeks still burn red with the alcohol effects. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks gently. You sit up on an elbow. 

“You’re live?” You ignore his first question and choose to admire San’s dedication to live streaming at the worst times. 

“Yeah… I promised them I would.” He motions his head towards chat, which continues to buzz despite San’s audial absence. This melts your heart a little bit at the thought of bigsanmarie promising to talk to his friends every night. 

Your vision spins, luring you back into a horizontal position. You lazily motion your hand for San to continue. 

“You can keep playing, I like listening to it.” You roll over before you can process your confession. The night seems too far into itself to regret any of your actions towards San.

“Are you feeling okay?” he persists. “I didn’t want to leave you alone.” 

“Yeah, just a little sick.” You roll back over to check if San was still watching. He was. “Why are you in boxers?” 

His cheeks flush a dark red as he looks down at his bare legs. He looks between you and his legs as if he forgot that he’d neglected to put on pants. 

“I get hot.” He confesses. You smile. 

“Right… right.” You both pause, observing the other. 

“San…” you begin, biting your lip. Your hesitancy to ruin the night lingers in your chest. The feeling of San’s lips on yours still seemed to linger even now when you reach up to touch your own. San pulls his headphones off his neck completely and rests them on the desk. 

“You can…” He doesn’t finish but instead watches as you run your fingers along your bottom lip. 

“I don’t want that to be the only time we do anything.” You fully stop and fight the urge to roll over again, leaving the air purposefully ambiguous for San to interpret. 

“It won’t be.” He concludes, biting his lip. One of his hands runs up his thigh and rests at his core. The other arm opens up. “Come here, princess.” 

You obediently kick your feet out from the covers and slide to the edge of San’s bed. Only when your feet touch the floor and the world rotates around you do you pause. 

“Your stream.” You grab the bed to steady yourself. Your dress hugged tight around your hips, and fought against your anxious attempts to pull it down. San sighs and unmutes his mic.

“Chat, I’ll be back.” He mutes again but turns his camera off this time. 

You wobbly make your way to San, who waits with his arms spread. They catch you in his strong grasp and root you back into reality. His heart beats quickly against your ear but his slow breaths don’t give away any hint of anxiety. Your legs straddle his chair and shake against his bare thighs. 

One of his hands finds your chin and pulls it up towards his waiting lips. When he kisses you now it’s slow. He takes his time to part your lips and savor the moment between both of you. His hand caresses your bottom gently, pulling you into his chest further. 

A moan escapes your lips and rumbles between both of you, earning a breathy laugh from San. San jerks his chin up, angling your needy mouth under his chin and down further to his bare neck. Your teeth pinch the softness of his neck gently, while his hand slides down to palm between your legs. 

Slight pressure of his pointer finger sends your head reeling and insides churning in one swoop. Your head kicks back, your body jolting with surprise. San’s thick arm catches you from ramming your back into his desk behind you. You look over your shoulder to see chat swirling, wondering where San was and why he was absent during this round of dress to impress. 

Comments read No way he got in trouble again and I just know he’s getting some right now. Your cheeks flash a fiery burst of red at the realization of what was happening.

Despite San’s camera being off and mic muted, you felt a rush of guilt from occupying San. You turn your head back to see a gentle smile caress his swollen deep red lips. His black hair hangs in front of his face and a relaxed curve of his eyelids allows for him to take you in completely. His eyes don’t falter as they scan you up and down. 

His lips move slightly to murmur something along the lines of “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” 

“You should get back to the stream,” You mumble, no more audible than his previous line. “I’ll be waiting there when you’re done.” You incline your head towards San’s bed and go to stand up, but San’s hands clamp onto your thighs. 

“You don’t have to go,” his eyes crease with a touch of concern that’s enough to melt your heart in one swoop. You take his hands in yours and guide them to your face. Unlatching your legs from his torso, you slide down until your knees hit the carpeted ground below San’s chair. Your chin rests between his thighs, inconspicuous to the thousands of viewers. 

A smile dashes across his features as he realizes your implication. His thumb slides across your bottom lip before gently inserting itself into your waiting mouth. His eyes are filled with the utmost adoration and a noticeable bulge in his pants compliments them. 

Despite holding your eye contact, San moves his arm to click on his mouse rapidly. He glances at his monitor, leaving you to watch as his focus shifts. You press a kiss to his warm inner thigh. 

“Don’t forget your headphones,” you murmur against his thigh. A light laugh escapes his pursed lips as he glances from chat back down to you. Begrudgingly, he slides his headphones off the desk and puts them on his head. The familiar cat ears glowing in RGB to match the shifting colors of his walls. A laugh escapes your lips. 

“Hey,” San’s hand finds your chin quickly and inclines your head to meet his eyes. “Don’t laugh at me princess.” His thumb brushes your bottom lip again, which you bite down on before lightly sucking on it like it was a straw. 

He uses his free hand to click away at his mouse, and unmute his mic. 

“Chat, I’m back.” He finally looks away, and focuses back on his game. He gently extracts his thumb from your mouth, pulling your waiting lips to his core in the process. 

The effects of the alcohol cause the world to still spin around you, the center of your vision being San’s waiting open legs offering you little solace against the spins. You press another kiss to his thigh before pushing your wait further onto your knees. You bring your head right to San’s core, and paw at his loose boxers, eager to get underneath.  

You snake your hand through his pant leg but stop yourself from going any further, looking up to check with San before anything happens. He’s gnawing on his bottom lip, cheeks flushed a bright red. His mouth moves a million miles a second as he obviously tenses his core, trying to conceal any amount of discomfort from his viewers. But his eyes catch yours for a mere second, as if waiting for you to finish.

“What do you think, chat, this dress or-” he takes a deep breath in when your hand finally connects with its destination. “This skirt?” His voice increases in pitch on the second half of his question. The alcohol still curses your body to behave the opposite way in which you want it, and any intention you had for your hand to stroke San had gone down the gutter and in place just let your hand rest where it needed to be, but this seemed to be enough from San who just concealed his groan with an obnoxious cough. 

You smile at his attempts to conceal any form of pleasure. He catches your smile and squeezes his two stocky thighs together, trapping your cheeks between them. Wiping the smirk off your face you press another obedient kiss to his leg, leaving a purple mark in its place.

“Chat, I actually am not feeling well.” San sucks in his breath again. “I may have to end the stream here.” You bite down on his exposed thigh hard, and grip his length in the process. San’s hips buck with the pressure and he coughs again to hide the pleasure he’s experiencing. Your chest burns with pleasure. 

“My stomach hurts real bad.” This last bit comes out in a whimper and it takes everything in you not to laugh at San’s predicament. In the back of your head you constitute this as payback for all the nights he kept you up and dip your head further into his supposed thigh, leaving a trail of bruises in your wake. 

“Ok… Here's the final look!” His voice is barely above a whisper as you hear his fingers tapping on the keyboard to show off his outfit. A moan escapes his mouth despite all his effort to conceal himself. “I hope I win!!” 

His hand finds the back of your head and grabs a handful of hair. He gently pulls your head back from your leg, unlatching you from the trail you were amidst leaving. His eyes catch yours for a millisecond, long enough for him to quirk his eyebrow before going back to his stream. You drag your hand along his member as you sit down and wait for your turn again. 

His legs clench and attempt to clasp your head again but you pull too far back for San to catch. His hand quickly taps the mic, muting it from his audience. 

“Come back,” he whines, and snaps his fingers. 

“When you’re ready to pay attention.” You respond with a laugh, and begin to crawl out from underneath his desk. 

A strong hand catches the back of your dress before you’ve successfully escaped and gently pulls you back to your former position with ease. 

“Not yet princess.” he laughs.

“Just finish the fucking round.” you try not to sound bratty but your statement comes out more forceful than you intended. San takes the back of your head in the palm of his hand and pulls you back to his lap. He taps the mic again to unmute it. 

“Sorry, I’m really not feeling good.” San feigns a headache and leans his head against the back of his chair. You fight not to roll your eyes, and busy yourself sucking on his thumb again. “I have this stomach ache that’s just being a brat, you know.” 

The next few minutes roll by agonizingly slow and with barely any sound from either party. San occasional mumbles to chat about how bad someone’s outfit was, or how badly his ‘stomach hurt.’

“No! I didn’t win.” San says this statement with little to no enthusiasm, and instead clicks away at his computer closing tabs. “Good night chat, love you, see you tomorrow!” He rushes his goodbyes in a matter of seconds, and shuts his pc off with his free hand. 

Immediately, the whirring fans that kept the room from an uncomfortable silence stopped. Nearby LED lights shut off with a click and San’s cat ear headphones slid off his head and were catapulted into his desk. You hesitantly meet his eyes. 

His brown eyes are filled with the most adoration you’ve ever seen exhibited from them. Despite the LED lights dissipating, his eyes still seemed to sparkle and carry his soft smile through them. 

“Get up off the floor princess.” He says quietly and extracts his thumb from your mouth a final time. He reaches both of his arms outwards and pulls you up into his torso. All his spare time at the gym pays off as he lifts you with ease, and gently carries you to his empty waiting bed. 

“Took you long enough.” You mumble into his shoulder. A breathy laugh escapes between both of you. He gently lays you down on the waiting pillow and pulls the blanket to your chin, tucking his stuffed cat plush between your arms. “Hey, don’t leave.” You grumble as he walks to his closet.

San returns with a large, oversized hoodie in his hands. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, sit up.” You do as he says, and lift your drunken arms high above your head. He slides the hoodie that smelled intoxicantly of him over your head. The smell of San made you more drunk than any of the previous drinks could have and made you never want to face sobriety if San was the drug. 

San lifts up the covers and slides in next to you, his head inches from your own. His torso presses into yours, the notable bulge subsiding slowly. 

“What was your favorite part of the night?” He asks sheepishly, pressing an expecting kiss to the bridge between your lips and nose. You fight not to roll your eyes, and instead bring his leg to rest in between the middle of yours, letting yourself ride out the lasting bits of pleasure. 

“Hmm, probably meeting your friends. What about you?” You respond with a grin. It’s his turn to roll his eyes. 

“That’s it?” 

“I think so, Yunho seems nice.” He stops your sentence by pressing a heavy kiss into your lips. 

“Try again.” He says when he pulls away. 

“Maybe trying the green fairy shot?” you suggest, a broader smile dashing across your face. He presses another kiss into you. 

“Try again.” he repeats. “i’ll keep going until I get the answer I like, princess.” You swallow, tempted to lie until the morning sun rises, but San’s eyebrows are pressed into a firm line. 

“Definitely the chaser.” You conclude, insinuating San’s first kiss of the night. He nods lightly, accepting this answer as one he deems correct. 

“Go to bed, princess.” He kisses both of your closed eyes, and pulls the blanket up tighter to your chin. A whine escapes your throat, the thought of not being with San propelling it forward. He brings your chin up to face his. “I’ll be here in the morning and we can finish what you tried to start.” His breath is hot and makes your insides weak with every word spoken. Your insides heat up with anticipation for the morning, but a deep sleep encouraged by the safety of being in San’s arms pulls you in hard. 

The last thing you hear before passing out once more is San quietly whispering sweet nothings into your ear, occasionally interrupting them with kisses to your forehead or nose. 

“Go to bed,” you attempt to slur out but the statement comes out in a jumbled heap. 

“Whatever you say, princess.”

[lujinarchive]

Katara and Sokka

[lucyscs-deactivated20250718]

why are people outside at the same time as me it’s my turn

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Doctor’s Orders [M](Just Friends January)

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x female reader

Genre: romance / fluff / friends to lovers / doctor au

Warnings: medical terms and mention of a small procedure, talk about masturbation, suggestive with smut scene that fades to black, mention of the current pandemic

Author’s Notes: this was also known as Surrender during production. 

Word count: 5431

Nothing Mundane | Do It | Waiting For You | Doctor’s Orders

Looking around the waiting room, you attempted to settle your nerves by people watching. There was a lot of activity, given you were in a hospital. People old and young entered through the department’s front doors, busily making their way to their own appointments or to visit loved ones.

You gripped your shaky hands more tightly together in your lap.

“Sorry, if you don’t have a vaccine pass, I can’t let your wife in today,” said a nurse, and you turned to the elderly couple who were trying to check into your waiting area. The nurse’s smile was polite yet strained. “You’re a patient Mr Omar, so you’re able to stay, but if your support person doesn’t have a—”

“But she’s my wife,” Mr Omar cut in, his hand that clasped the little woman at his side shaking as he gripped her tighter, as if some invisible force would pull them apart. “I’m not going to make her leave.”

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