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Ateez
A Proposition - boyfriend! Wooyoung x f! Reader
You’re watching a show in peace, but when Wooyoung comes home from work, he has a proposition…
Celebrate For You - boyfriend! Wooyoung x f! Reader
It’s your birthday and Wooyoung’s a little surprised at your wish, but not against it
Blue Blood - king! Seonghwa x queen! Reader
Your marriage to Seonghwa has been nothing exciting. But things change during his coronation ball
Long Winter's Night - werewolf! Yunho x f! Reader
On the week of the solstice, Yunho’s rut starts
A Rose is a Rose - mafia! Seongjoong x f! Reader [Tipsy Drabbles]
After leaving the mafia scene for five years, you’ve had to go back and beg for help from the boss of your former family…and your ex
Hospitality - sugar baby! Wooyoung x sugar mommy! Reader [extension of fff24 day 20 by sanjoongie]
After your first roleplay sparked a deep want for more, you and Wooyoung finally are able to act out your next desires
I Can't Make You Love Me - fuckbuddies! Jongho x f! Reader
You’re in love with Jongho, but all he wants is your body. Against your better judgement, you keep letting him use you.
Décolletage - servant! Wooyoung x f! lady! Reader
Your servant wants to serve you more than your husband ever could.
Renaître Du Vin - cult! ATEEZ x f! Reader
It’s the night of your initiation into the Hala Collective. the smell of crisp wine fills the air. you wonder what will happen.
Better Than Predicted - Wooyoung x fortune teller! f! Reader x Yeosang
After hearing rumours, Wooyoung would like to see the fabled fortune teller himself. and he drags his unsuspecting best friend, Yeosang, along.
Me Dévorer, Tremée Dans le Sang - vampire! ATEEZ x vampire! f! Reader
At the annual blood ball, hands wander and blood is spilt. but you have the honour of meeting the hosts of the major event.
Kisses for a Kitty - cat hybrid! San x f! human! Reader
When you return from work, San wants to cuddle…except it leads into something more.
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February Filth Fest 2024
Lunch Break - CEO! husband! San x f! Reader
After delivering lunch to your husband’s office, the two of you get a little sidetracked
Double-Stuffed Oreo - boyfriend! Wooyoung x Reader
What better way to ravish your boyfriend than to double-stuff him?
Free Game - boyfriend! San x f! Reader
You lost a bet to San, and now he gets to do whatever he wants
Take the Time - god of time! San x f! Reader
Strange things keep happening, and your best friend may know something about it
Enough for You - husband! Mingi x f! Reader x other man! Hongjoong
Your second man is coming over for a night of passion, and your husband would like to attend
GOT7
I Feel So High When It's Just Us Two - Jinyoung x Mark
Mark sends Jinyoung a video, and Jinyoung is not pleased
Dinner Preparations - husband! Jinyoung x f! Reader
Jinyoung surprises you in the kitchen
Hands On - boyfriend! Jinyoung x f! Reader
Jinyoung cuts his hand at work. You lend him yours
Rule of Three - lawyers! YugMark x secretary! f! Reader
Mark and Yugyeom are having some fun in the office after hours, and you walk in on them
Your Touch is All I Need - boyfriend! Mark x f! Reader
You and Mark fuck in a bathroom and its hot and definitely not gross and germ-y in there
MISC
Thirst Week - monster/fantastical beasts! ATEEZ, Red Velvet, Stray Kids, (G)I-DLE x f! Reader
Moving into a house that the realtor claimed was haunted brought you more pleasure than pain…literally.
he posted this pic on his story and i dropped my pants in preparation
bsf!seonghwa x f!reader
content: teaching you how to ride, slow and wet, eye contact, choking
wc: 2.3k
thinking about seonghwa...
“never?” he murmurs, nibbling on his inner cheek as he gives you a once-over. not in disbelief, but something else. something dangerous.
you shake your head. “nope.” you shrug and pick up your phone again and start to scroll through your settings apps. “but it’s not a big deal, really, it’s just another thing to cross off the bucket list.”
seonghwa snorts and peeks over to snoop at your phone, to which you angle it away from him with an annoyed scowl. “i think it may be a little more serious than that.”
you type gibberish into the search bar. "why does it have to be serious, hwa? it's just sex."
its seonghwa's turn to scoff this time, and he pinches the skin of your calf, you swat at him with your free hand. but he does it again, and you bite out an irritated "quit it" as he starts to speak again.
"thats a bad mindset to have, y'know that right?" he lowers his voice to that annoying, mothering tone he uses with you when he thinks you're being stupid. "it should never be "just sex."
"okay yeah, but you can't be so picky and choosy all the time. i'm sure ill get with some guy and when he figures it out, he'll work with me or whatever. teach me or something." you speak of it fleetingly, like it was nothing more than a pesky errand.
seonghwa snatches your phone from you and shoves it into the couch cushions, and you sigh loudly.
"some guy?" he questions with a raise of his eyebrow. you move to fish your phone out of the couch, but he reaches out and gently grabs your wrist, encasing it in his slender fingers and rubbing his thumb over your thrumming pulse point.
"why not me?" he speaks lowly, and you snap your eyes up to his. he stares back at you with an intensity that settles low in your gut. his thumb stroked over your inner wrist slowly, and his other hand twitched at his side on the couch.
the air went thick, the quiet of his living room felt encased in a bubble, and the warmth of his skin suddenly burned.
he sees it. your thighs clenching beneath your body, the conflict flashing over your eyes, your free hand digging its nails into the cushion.
when you don't respond, he lets his eyes fall to where his hand held your wrist, watching with illustrated intent as he traces patterns against the fragile skin.
"i could show you, i've always been told i'm a good teacher." seonghwa tickles the skin of your palm with gentle scratches of his nails.
"thats what friends are for, yeah?" he lifts his pretty eyes back up to you, and something else has shadowed over them, and you feel something inside of you crack. you're aware of the way veins in his hands flow prettily under his skin.
the way his collarbones peak through the thin fabric of his shirt. the slick shine on his bottom lip where he licked to wet it. his tongue poked against his inner cheek and his eyebrows raised again to urge an answer out of you.
"c'mon pretty, don't leave me hanging." his voice is softer than usual, a new tone lacing it you've never heard from your best friend, something heated, something needy.
if deciding to have your best friend teach you how to ride dick was a bad idea, then you could mull on it later. because it wasn't long until he was sitting under you on the couch, legs spread nice and wide, his hands pressing into your hips where he held your body above him.
you straddled him, your thighs resting on either side of his, your knees pressed into the rough fabric of the couch cushions. your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the flesh of the blades.
he looks up at you through his lashes, as if you were a gift from god himself, his eyebrows knit together so prettily. "its fun up there, huh?" he smiles, dragging his warm hands up your thighs, holding you like you might melt and slip through his fingers.
you could barely keep yourself together; he was so deep inside of you. your thighs shook around him, his tip nudging against that spot so sweet and so dirty. his fingers kneaded the flesh of your hips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth with a quiet moan when he felt your cunt clench around him.
"it helps that you're, ah… so wet…" his voice cracks lightly, his cock twitching inside of you and sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.
you shiver and grip his shoulders a little harder, and you begin to lift your hips, but his grip on them tightens, and he pushes you right back down until your ass hits his thighs again, and you groan nice and low as he fills you all the way up again.
"no-no-no-no-no, baby, stop. don't lift." he presses his lips to your collarbone and kisses you there softly, running his tongue over the skin warmly. one hand leaves your hip and runs over your waist before he presses his palm flat against your lower back and pushes until you arch a little.
just enough that he somehow slips deeper into you, and you let out a weak whine when his fat tip presses ever harder against that spot.
"grind." he instructs in a gravelly, soft moan. "rock your hips, back and forth. it'll help me hit that spot for you."
you shake and whimper under your breath, but you obey. you gently move your hips forward, and the feeling is immediate, his cock drags against your soft walls just enough that it feels like pure heaven.
you move your hands and card them through the hair at the back of his head, cradling his skull in your arms as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, moaning softly against his skin as you rock your hips, nice and slow.
it helps that he's so big, each roll of your lower body has him slipping in and out of you just enough to stimulate you, but not enough to where you can consider him fucking you. his tip dragging against that spot like a constant button, your legs shaking uncontrollaby and your whine brushing past his ear like a song.
your clit lightly brushes against his abs, where his shirt has ridden up over his lower stomach. he keeps his hand on your lower back, keeping you arched all the while his other hand stays glued to your hips, pushing and pulling on your lower body, helping you grind his cock into your body.
"there, how's that feel, baby? good?" he whispers in your ear, kissing just below your earlobe as he helps you rock your body around his cock.
you nod against his neck, gripping his soft, dark hair harder and choking out a moan when he teases you with a heavy lift of his hips. then you feel as he encases your hips with both his hands again, and gently he lifts your body ever so slightly.
you squeeze his head even harder, seonghwa's soft moans shaking in his throat as he lifts and pushes your cunt back down on his cock in slow, deep intervals. "don't stop rocking those hips, keep fucking me like you want. grind, deep, slow…"
he guides you perfectly, each time he lifts your hips himself it makes you clench around him harder. you start to feel a little desperate, and your hips start to move a little faster, rocking with a little more rhythm, but seonghwa didn't like that.
one hand finds the back of your neck and grabs it firmly, pulling your head away from his shoulder and pressing your forehead to his. suddenly all you can see is his eyes, and it overwhelms you to the point of tears. you whine pathetically when he thrusts his cock up into your pussy so sharply that a drop of drool falls from your lips onto his chest.
"easy…" he grumbles against your lips, his breath fanning over your face in low, heavy pants. "slow down pretty, no need to rush." his nails dig into the back of your neck, and you shiver when he starts to grind his own hips up into you, so deep it has your stomach caving.
"if i wanted you pounded into the floor i would've put you on your back, but i'm teaching you sweetness. listen to me." his eyes fall low-lidded as you resume your slow grinding, and his mouth falls open in a pretty moan when you tighten around him, the sound of your slickness loud in your ears.
"it's your dick right now, baby, use it. do what feels good, but don't lose your head." he keeps up the torturous movement of his hips, a choreographed grind that makes his stomach roll prettily.
he doesn't let you look away, forcing you to lock in on his needy gaze while he keeps you filled up with him, nudging every deep spot, every nook and cranny of your pussy. there wasn't a single space inside of you that remained untouched.
"s, t-too, mm-" you tried to talk, try to tell him how good you were feeling but it came out in slurred babbles, and he laughed at you. his warm breath shudders over your parted lip,s and he nudges his head up, melding his soft lips with yours and kissing you deep and nasty.
his tongue fills your mouth with a purr, curling and essentially fucking your mouth with it. "it's a lot i know…" he whispers into your mouth, interrupting the kiss with a low moan when you clench so hard around him it makes his entire body fuzzy.
he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, letting go with a wet pop and pressing your hips down so hard onto his cock you thought if you looked down you'd see his tip poking through the flesh of your stomach.
"wouldn't have felt like this with anyone else, baby." seonghwa nips at the corner of your mouth, dropping his head to run his warm tongue flat up the front of your throat. "feel how wet you are? no other man will be able to make you feel this good."
his eyes lift as he sucks marks of possession into the skin of your neck, and when he sees a tear slipping down your cheek, he growls low in his throat and jerks his cock up into you rough and deep, and you yelp as the bliss shoots through you.
"oh no, don't cry. it makes me wanna be mean to you, makes me wanna fuck you til it feels wrong when i'm not inside you."
now he wraps his hands around your throat, pressing his thumbs against those soft spots that melt your brain, his eyes darting all over your pretty little blissed out face, his lips brushing against your in a ghost of a kiss.
"now lift, drop, and roll. fuck me, bunny. its yours, use this cock until you're satisfied. make yourself cum for me."
you coudln't disobey if you tried, working your body and focusing on that rapidly tightening knot in your stomach as you fuck yourself on seonghwa's dick, every delicious drag inside of you forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
he doesn't bother to chastise you for breaking eye contact; he knows you're too lost in it to control yourself. he squeezes your throat tighter, your moans coming choked and broken. seonghwa helps push you over that edge, groaning and purring prettily for you, lifting his hips to match your desperate movements.
"i feel you baby, pussy feels so good around me. so warm, so tight." he lifts his head to press his lips to the shell of your hot ears, moaning and sighing as you ride him to high heaven. your head feels fuzzy with the lack of air, seonghwa making sure that the only thing you could think about was his dick working you out.
“cum as much as you need,” he coos in your ear his voice low and breathless, sinking his teeth into the soft lobe. “ride me, bunny, ride me.”
you absolutely lose it, slamming your hips down onto his dick and shattering, dribbling drool in rivers as you cum. he squeezed your throat in pulsing intervals, giving you air, then snatching it from you, rolling his hips up into your cunt and dragging every drop of your orgasm out of your body.
"oh god…fuck." he grumbles in his throat, overwhelmed by how pretty you looked on top of him, blissed out over your warm, gummy pussy squeezing him so tight he almost came inside of you. "such a quick learner, baby."
he drags his hands away from your throat, cradling your head, smearing your drool all over your cheeks with his thumbs, your face hazy and drunk while he rocks his hips into you in painfully slow, high off the way you shake and whimper, your slick sticking to his thighs and his lower stomach, a messy proof of his effect on you.
"did so good beautiful, yes you did." he praises, and yet his hips never stop moving. rolling, grinding, upwards strokes that make you feel helpless, regardless of the fact that he was beneath you.
"think you can give me another one? lesson's not over yet." he bites out, grabbing your arms and dragging your body down so your forehead rests over his shoulder. then he grips your hips, lifts your body up, and shimmies his hips down just enough so he can plant his feet flat on the floor, before he starts to fuck.
hard, deep, powerful thrusts up into your overstimulated cunt that has your moans coming out in staccato chokes.
"you did your w-work, now let me use this pussy." he groans through gritted teeth, and you feel your body erupt into flames the more he moves. making you feel every inch of him, each thrust touching your brain. making you feel so good.
Genre: club au, strangers to lovers, one night stand au
Warnings: drinking, cursing, one time mentioned age gap but its just so yn can call san old man teasingly, lmk if i missed any
Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (dont do this), pulling out, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk
Summary: While out on the town for the night, you meet someone who unexpectedly is just your type.
Another part to my deal with @sanjoongie 😆 based off when I was in college and had my first one night stand with this really nice guy lol
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You don’t know what possessed you to go out tonight by yourself. But right now, you’re just about ready to go home, your last drink of the night half-finished as you are politely nodding along to a man who is clearly interested in you.
The moment he turns around, you attempt to push your way through the crowd, but the stairwell is crowded and you end up in the little nook leading to the bathroom, a little too drunk to attempt to shove your way out. You sigh, resigning yourself to waiting until it clears up, taking another sip of your drink.
As you tap your foot, patience waning, a low voice interrupts your thoughts. “Hey there, having fun?”
You wince to yourself, clearly expecting another drunk man vying for your attention, but when you turn around, you see one of the bouncers leaning against the wall, name tag glinting in the colourful lights. San.
“Of course,” you reply with practiced ease, although your grip on your glass is still white knuckled.
San chuckles, shaking his head. “You don’t have to lie to me. If you’re not having fun, you should head out. It’s only going to get more crowded. There are better ways to spend your night.”
At that, you laugh. “Wow, what kind of bouncer are you, telling me to leave? That can’t be good for business,” you joke. “But yeah, I’ve tried. Unfortunately, I’m not imposing enough to get people to move out of my way, so I’m just waiting for an opening.”
“I can help with that,” San offers, stepping forward to make some space between you and the crowd. “Plus, I’m not really a bouncer on payroll. My brother just owns this club and I’ll help out for free drinks. Now tell me, what brings you here tonight, miss…?” He gestures towards the bar, offering to buy you another drink.
You take a step towards him gratefully. “YN. And just a beer, thanks,” you say, downing the last of your drink. “As for tonight? I dunno…it’s the weekend. I figured I’d try and have some fun after a long week.”
“I see…” San muses, raising an eyebrow, “Well, you’re certainly doing that. But don’t you think it might be more fun with someone else?” He grins playfully, leaning against the bar as he waits for the drinks.
Your eyes crinkle at his smile, mirroring it with one of your own. “What, are you offering? Won’t your brother be disappointed?”
“Oh, I’ve got plenty of time to spare. Besides, he can handle his own business. In fact, I’m sure he’ll be grateful I’m not drinking up half his stock.” He slides your beer across the counter to you, leaving it unopened for you to be more comfortable. “So what do you say? Want to go somewhere more low-key?”
Humming, you pop the lid and take a swing. For some reason, although you weren’t interested in doing anything other than drinking for as few hours, you don’t feel the need to reject him like you did with everyone else. “I suppose I can entertain you for a little,” you tease. “Where do you suggest?”
San smiles and motions for you to follow him, leading you out of the exit. “I’ll take you to my favourite part of the city—the area even most locals don’t know about.’
You walk after him, keeping your steps quick to keep up with his pace. When he turns, San notices your struggle and slows, holding out his hand to grasp. Happily, you take it, intertwining your fingers with his. “So, San. What’s on the agenda tonight?”
San smiles, giving your fingers a squeeze. “How about a bite to eat? My treat.” He guides you to a small restaurant nearby, its warm glow inviting amidst the darkened street, the pulsating beat of EDM music fading the farther you go.
You smile, pleased with his choice. “Good idea. I like to eat,” you announce playfully. “Might even out-eat you.”
San laughs at your statement, opening the door to the restaurant for you. “Bold claim. I hope you’re hungry,” he says, gesturing for you to enter first.
Once inside, he takes a seat facing the entrance and signals the waiter for menus. “You can order for me,” you say, glancing around. “I’ve never been in this area before, so I don’t know what’s good.”
“Of course,” San nods, scanning the menu briefly before ordering a variety of dishes. “This should give you a good idea of what this part of town has to offer. In terms of food, at least.”
As you wait for the food, San turns to you with a curious expression. “So, tell me, what brings you out tonight? You mentioned you haven’t been to this area, and people don’t usually go clubbing in places they don’t know.”
Shaking your head, you laugh. “I wouldn’t have expected to do so, honestly. I’m very much a homebody, but…I guess I wanted to try something new.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” San says, gaze sincere. “I wouldn’t have met such an interesting person otherwise.”
As he smiles at you, the food arrives, and the sight of the various plates make your stomach growl. “Good timing. Bon appetit,” you say, lifting your fork.
As dinner goes on, you can’t help but ask him some questions about himself. “So, tell me,” you begin, “how old are you? You seem so…put together.”
San tilts his head, a twinkle in his eye. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” he teases. “But if you must know, I’m thirty-three. What about you? Surely you’re not a bag of bones like I am.” There’s a playful lilt to his voice, making you smile.
“Oh, you look so young. I’m twenty-three. Only a ten-year difference, old man.”
San raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Wow, okay, I see how it is. Should I start calling you my dongsaeng, then?” You slap at his shoulder playfully and San chuckles. “Hey, you started it. Besides, between you and me, I feel like I’m getting too old for these late-night shenanigans. Give me a quiet dinner and good company anytime.” San winks at you, his hand resting near yours on the table.
“Well, I’ll just take that to mean me,” you joke, smiling at him.
San’s eyes light up at your remark, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Oh, you definitely count, YN. In fact, I’d say you’re shaping up to be the best company I’ve had for a long time.” He leans back, signalling the waiter for the check. “What do you say we continue this somewhere more comfortable? Maybe my place for coffee or tea?”
You hesitate, but only for a minute. Despite how you had your night planned, you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him. “Sure,” you agree easily. “I expect a top-tier coffee at this hour, though.”
San grins widely, pleased by your agreement. “Sure, coming right up,” he assures you, signing the check and standing up from the table. “I have a special blend that I do think is one of the best, if I may say so myself. The apartment is just a short walk from here. Hope you don’t mind a bit of fresh air.”
He places a gentle hand on your waist as he guides you out of the restaurant, his touch warm and comforting. As you step outside, San keeps you close, shielding you slightly from the cool breeze. The streets are quieter now, the earlier bustle of the nightlife fading into a peaceful calm.
As you arrive at a sleek apartment building, you glance up at San. “You’re pretty smooth, you know that?” you say, smiling slightly. “Most guys would have asked me straight up to go to their apartment or hotel, instead of dragging me to their favourite restaurant.” Your cheeks flush , suddenly aware of how much you’ve let things progress without really thinking about it, but you don’t pull away.
Chuckling, San blushes slightly at your observation. “Guilty as charged,” he admits with a playful grin. “I prefer to take things slow and build a connection first. Whisking someone off to my home within the first five minutes is a bit…much, don’t you think?”
He leads you into the building, opening up the elevator with a swipe of his keycard. The ride doesn’t take long, just up to the fourth floor. “Nothing fancy, but it’s cozy and mine,” San adds as he ushers you out, unlocking the apartment door.
He glances back at you, gauging your comfort level. “I know you must be tired, YN. It really is no pressure—I can call you a cab and we call it a night here, if you’d like.”
You shake your head, smiling at him. “No, no, you promised me the best coffee, and I’m anticipating it now.”
San beams, opening the door wider. “Then by all means, please, make yourself at home,” he says, pleased, as he closes the door behind you and taking your coat.
He heads into the kitchen, leaving you to explore his space. The apartment is tastefully decorated, with a mix of modern and vintage pieces. There are a few framed photographs on the wall of him and his parents, and some landscapes. You take a seat on the plush couch, closing your eyes momentarily to relax.
A few minutes later, San returns, two steaming mugs in his hands. He sets them down on the coffee table and sits beside you, close enough your thighs touch. You open your eyes, reaching out to take a mug, savouring the warmth in your hands.
After it cools, you sip it cautiously. “Mmh, this is actually amazing,” you grin, eyes lighting up., “Like, I could live off this stuff forever.”
San beams with pride, clearly delighted by your reaction. “Glad you approve. I spent ages perfecting this blend. One of my hobbies, if I may say.” He takes a sip from his own mug, savouring the flavour before leaning back. “So, tell me more about yourself, YN. What do you li,ke to do for fun when you’re not out exploring the city?”
His interest is genuine, and you find yourself opening up to him, sharing stories about your hobbies, favourite books, and anything else that happens to come up. The hours slip by unnoticed as you chat and laugh.
The late hour is only noticed when you can’t help but to yawn, covering your mouth politely. “So sorry,” you murmur. “I suppose the night is finally getting to me.”
San looks at his watch, surprised to see the time himself. “Time sure flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?” he remarks, setting his mug aside and rising from the couch. “I suppose I should show you out now.”
You follow him to the front door, slightly disappointed the night is ending already. You truly enjoyed the evening, but there’s no more reason for you to stay. But you can’t seem to hide the longing on your face in time when San turns back to you. You can see the cogs turning in his head before he bites his lip and takes the plunge.
“Would…would you want to stay the night? I mean—it’s pretty late out. The trains aren’t running and I wouldn’t feel safe sending you home alone in a cab.” San’s suggestion hands in the air, his words tentative. “I understand if you need to get going, of course. I just thought…maybe it would be nice to have some company in the morning. Since you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
His gaze meets yours, filled with a mixture of concern and anticipation. He’s giving you an out, allowing you to decide how far you’re willing to take it.
At his reassurance, your shoulders relax a fraction. “Oh, just the guest room?” you tease, and San’s lips lift into a smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“That’s right, just the guest room,” he confirms, his tone playful but sincere. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer to share my bed. But I promise, no funny business, just a comfy night’s sleep.”
He leads you down the hallway, offering to draw you a hot bath, which you decline. The guest room is cozy and inviting, with a plush bed adorned with crisp linens. San pauses by the door, turning to face you. “Remember, no pressure at all. If you change your mind or need anything during the night, just holler. My room’s next door.”
With that, he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and turns to leave, letting you settle in for the night.
You pout playfully, moving to face the bed. “Boo, boring. What if I wanted some funny business?” you mumble to yourself, chuckling to yourself as you pull off your socks and jeans.
“So you want funny business?” You shriek and jump, spinning around to see San leaning against the doorframe, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “You know…I may not have heard you right, but I am always open to negotiations.” He winks playfully, letting the implication hang in the air between you. He keeps his gaze fixed on you, giving you the option to accept or decline.
The flush only grows on your face as realisation washes over you, but you smile. “Oh, well, if you insist…I never go to bed without a kiss.”
San’s eyes narrow with playful intent. “Is that so? Well, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of such a necessary ritual,” he murmurs, pushing off the wall and stepping closer.
He reaches out, cupping your face and tilting it up towards his. San’s eyes train in on your lips, leaning in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away before he presses his lips softly against yours.
Leaning into it, your hands move to rest on his waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you move your lips slowly against his. A soft moan escapes San as you let your mouth open slightly, letting his tongue slide against yours. One of his hands move to tangle in your hair, tugging lightly as he kisses you with a fervour that is the opposite of his earlier restraint.
When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing heavily, your lips shiny with spit. “That was definitely worth staying up for,” San laughs breathlessly. “Though I have a feeling we’re just getting started.”
You grin, tugging him closer. “What makes you think that?” you purr, tiptoeing up to nuzzle into his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his skin.
A shiver runs through San at your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. “Oh, I don’t know,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “Maybe it’s the way your body fits so perfectly against mine. Or how your kisses set my blood on fire.”
His hands begin to wander, one sliding up your side to cup your breast while the other grips your ass, rubbing circles into the flesh. “But honestly, I think it’s because you’re irresistible,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. “And I plan not to resist at all where you’re concerned.”
Before you even realise, he has you backed up to the bed, nudging you to lay down as he brushes his lips over yours. “Mmh, irresistible, huh?” you whisper. “Then prove it.”
“With pleasure,” San hums, eyes darkening. His hands make quick work of your shirt, leaving you only in your bra and underwear, which he tugs and pulls at until he can worship every inch of newly exposed skin.
San sighs, his gaze filled with reverence as he palms at your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. As you whimper, he ducks his head, replacing his left hand with his mouth, sucking at and laving his tongue over the peak until you squirm under his touch.
“Sannie…so good,” you breathe out.
Eager for more praise, San doubles his efforts, lavishing attention on your breasts and neck, alternating between firm sucks and gentle nibbles until you’re arching off the bed. “Say it again for me, YN. Let me hear how much you want this,” he groans, voice muffled against your skin.
His hand drifts lower, pressing against your clit, and your eyes fly open as you jerk in surprise. “Oh—” you gasp, and your cheeks warm in embarrassment at the high-pitched noise.
San’s eyes gleam, a wicked gleam spreading across his face. “So sensitive,” he says approvingly, circling your pussy with a light touch. He captures your lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth, as his fingers delve deeper, stroking along your slick folds. “You’re absolutely dripping for me, sweetheart. Can’t wait to make you fall apart. Beg for it.”
His fingers pump slowly, shallow thrusts making you crave more. “Please,” you beg shamelessly, grinding against his hand in quick, desperate movements. “Please, Sannie, I need more…”
“Fuck, you beg so prettily,” San growls, his control slipping at your pleas. In one swift motion, he shifts down between your spread thighs, grabbing your knees and hoisting you closer until your cunt is barely a centimetre from his face. “I’m going to devour this sweet pussy until all you know is my name.”
Without further warning, he dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. San laps at your slick, moaning as he eats you out with single-minded focus. The way he alternates between tongue-fucking you and nibbling at your clit makes you cry out, back arching off the bed even as his large hands hold your hips down.
With every pass of his tongue across your entrance, you feel the tension in your body grow tighter and tighter until it’s ready to snap. “Sannie—I’m gonna—” you barely get the words out when pleasure crashes over you and you tremble, release spilling into his eager mouth as he continues to lap at you, prolonging your orgasm until you collapse bonelessly.
San surfaces from between your thighs, face glistening as he licks his lips. “You’re so addicting,” he moans, crawling up your body until he can press his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You can feel his length throbbing in his pants against your thigh, and you know you’re not done yet.
Reaching between your bodies to palm at his cock, San fumbles with the buckle on his jeans until he can shove down the waistband. “I’m gonna fill your tight cunt with my cock and make you cum over and over until you can’t even remember your name,” he promises.
“Yes, please,” you breathe out, the only thing you can bring yourself to say, but it’s enough for San.
He grins wolfishly, wasting no time in shedding his pants and boxers. His length springs up, the tip glistening with precum as it smacks against his stomach, thick and hard. “Fuck—I can’t hold back,” he grits out, positioning himself at your entrance.
He starts to sheath himself slowly, but halfway through, he can’t help himself and slams forward with a groan.
“Ah, fuck—San!” you scream, hands scrambling in the bedsheets at the sudden sensation of being filled with his cock.
“God, you feel fucking incredible,” San pants, giving you a moment to adjust. “So fucking tight, made for me.” He leans in to press his lips to yours again as he begins to rock in and out of you, making heat gather in your stomach again.
Wet sounds fill the air, mingling with your wanton cries and San’s heavy breathing. His hands grip your hip and pull you closer, shoving himself impossibly deeper as he drives into you eagerly. His lips don’t leave yours for a minute, drooling into your mouth as he kisses you sloppily. “This is what you want, what you’re made for,” he whispers into your mouth. “To be split open on my fat cock, all for me.”
You whimper, letting him take and take as your second orgasm of the night builds deep in your gut. You can hardly get out words, only squeaks and punched-out gasps leaving your mouth. Just as he slams into you again, you throw your head back in a silent scream as you come again. “Sannie—” you wail, head thrown back as your eyes roll in your head.
San moans gutturally, reaching down to rub at your clit as he pulls out, coming over your stomach and chest, coating you in hot ropes of cum. When you whine, he finally pulls his hand away from you, pulling you into his arms instead as he kisses your temple., “So pretty, so perfect,” he mumbles, laying down while still embracing you. “So…so mine.”
You hum, resting your head on his shoulder as you let your eyes flutter shut. “’M gross,” you complain but make no move to get up.
San chuckles. “It’s okay. We can move to my bedroom and change the sheets later. After I wipe you.”
Without opening your eyes, you stick out your tongue. “Didn’t have to come on me. Animal.”
You can feel his nose press against your cheek as he kisses your cheek. “Didn’t have to beg for it, but you did.” You can practically hear the smile in his voice and you grumble.
oh my gosh, if only we could all be so lucky to meet up with bouncer san and for him to want to get to know us and take us home and make us a really good cup of coffee uunflksadn;fdlsaknf; i love
Genre: club au, strangers to lovers, one night stand au
Warnings: drinking, cursing, one time mentioned age gap but its just so yn can call san old man teasingly, lmk if i missed any
Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (dont do this), pulling out, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk
Summary: While out on the town for the night, you meet someone who unexpectedly is just your type.
Another part to my deal with @sanjoongie 😆 based off when I was in college and had my first one night stand with this really nice guy lol
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You don’t know what possessed you to go out tonight by yourself. But right now, you’re just about ready to go home, your last drink of the night half-finished as you are politely nodding along to a man who is clearly interested in you.
The moment he turns around, you attempt to push your way through the crowd, but the stairwell is crowded and you end up in the little nook leading to the bathroom, a little too drunk to attempt to shove your way out. You sigh, resigning yourself to waiting until it clears up, taking another sip of your drink.
As you tap your foot, patience waning, a low voice interrupts your thoughts. “Hey there, having fun?”
You wince to yourself, clearly expecting another drunk man vying for your attention, but when you turn around, you see one of the bouncers leaning against the wall, name tag glinting in the colourful lights. San.
“Of course,” you reply with practiced ease, although your grip on your glass is still white knuckled.
San chuckles, shaking his head. “You don’t have to lie to me. If you’re not having fun, you should head out. It’s only going to get more crowded. There are better ways to spend your night.”
At that, you laugh. “Wow, what kind of bouncer are you, telling me to leave? That can’t be good for business,” you joke. “But yeah, I’ve tried. Unfortunately, I’m not imposing enough to get people to move out of my way, so I’m just waiting for an opening.”
“I can help with that,” San offers, stepping forward to make some space between you and the crowd. “Plus, I’m not really a bouncer on payroll. My brother just owns this club and I’ll help out for free drinks. Now tell me, what brings you here tonight, miss…?” He gestures towards the bar, offering to buy you another drink.
You take a step towards him gratefully. “YN. And just a beer, thanks,” you say, downing the last of your drink. “As for tonight? I dunno…it’s the weekend. I figured I’d try and have some fun after a long week.”
“I see…” San muses, raising an eyebrow, “Well, you’re certainly doing that. But don’t you think it might be more fun with someone else?” He grins playfully, leaning against the bar as he waits for the drinks.
Your eyes crinkle at his smile, mirroring it with one of your own. “What, are you offering? Won’t your brother be disappointed?”
“Oh, I’ve got plenty of time to spare. Besides, he can handle his own business. In fact, I’m sure he’ll be grateful I’m not drinking up half his stock.” He slides your beer across the counter to you, leaving it unopened for you to be more comfortable. “So what do you say? Want to go somewhere more low-key?”
Humming, you pop the lid and take a swing. For some reason, although you weren’t interested in doing anything other than drinking for as few hours, you don’t feel the need to reject him like you did with everyone else. “I suppose I can entertain you for a little,” you tease. “Where do you suggest?”
San smiles and motions for you to follow him, leading you out of the exit. “I’ll take you to my favourite part of the city—the area even most locals don’t know about.’
You walk after him, keeping your steps quick to keep up with his pace. When he turns, San notices your struggle and slows, holding out his hand to grasp. Happily, you take it, intertwining your fingers with his. “So, San. What’s on the agenda tonight?”
San smiles, giving your fingers a squeeze. “How about a bite to eat? My treat.” He guides you to a small restaurant nearby, its warm glow inviting amidst the darkened street, the pulsating beat of EDM music fading the farther you go.
You smile, pleased with his choice. “Good idea. I like to eat,” you announce playfully. “Might even out-eat you.”
San laughs at your statement, opening the door to the restaurant for you. “Bold claim. I hope you’re hungry,” he says, gesturing for you to enter first.
Once inside, he takes a seat facing the entrance and signals the waiter for menus. “You can order for me,” you say, glancing around. “I’ve never been in this area before, so I don’t know what’s good.”
“Of course,” San nods, scanning the menu briefly before ordering a variety of dishes. “This should give you a good idea of what this part of town has to offer. In terms of food, at least.”
As you wait for the food, San turns to you with a curious expression. “So, tell me, what brings you out tonight? You mentioned you haven’t been to this area, and people don’t usually go clubbing in places they don’t know.”
Shaking your head, you laugh. “I wouldn’t have expected to do so, honestly. I’m very much a homebody, but…I guess I wanted to try something new.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” San says, gaze sincere. “I wouldn’t have met such an interesting person otherwise.”
As he smiles at you, the food arrives, and the sight of the various plates make your stomach growl. “Good timing. Bon appetit,” you say, lifting your fork.
As dinner goes on, you can’t help but ask him some questions about himself. “So, tell me,” you begin, “how old are you? You seem so…put together.”
San tilts his head, a twinkle in his eye. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” he teases. “But if you must know, I’m thirty-three. What about you? Surely you’re not a bag of bones like I am.” There’s a playful lilt to his voice, making you smile.
“Oh, you look so young. I’m twenty-three. Only a ten-year difference, old man.”
San raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Wow, okay, I see how it is. Should I start calling you my dongsaeng, then?” You slap at his shoulder playfully and San chuckles. “Hey, you started it. Besides, between you and me, I feel like I’m getting too old for these late-night shenanigans. Give me a quiet dinner and good company anytime.” San winks at you, his hand resting near yours on the table.
“Well, I’ll just take that to mean me,” you joke, smiling at him.
San’s eyes light up at your remark, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Oh, you definitely count, YN. In fact, I’d say you’re shaping up to be the best company I’ve had for a long time.” He leans back, signalling the waiter for the check. “What do you say we continue this somewhere more comfortable? Maybe my place for coffee or tea?”
You hesitate, but only for a minute. Despite how you had your night planned, you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him. “Sure,” you agree easily. “I expect a top-tier coffee at this hour, though.”
San grins widely, pleased by your agreement. “Sure, coming right up,” he assures you, signing the check and standing up from the table. “I have a special blend that I do think is one of the best, if I may say so myself. The apartment is just a short walk from here. Hope you don’t mind a bit of fresh air.”
He places a gentle hand on your waist as he guides you out of the restaurant, his touch warm and comforting. As you step outside, San keeps you close, shielding you slightly from the cool breeze. The streets are quieter now, the earlier bustle of the nightlife fading into a peaceful calm.
As you arrive at a sleek apartment building, you glance up at San. “You’re pretty smooth, you know that?” you say, smiling slightly. “Most guys would have asked me straight up to go to their apartment or hotel, instead of dragging me to their favourite restaurant.” Your cheeks flush , suddenly aware of how much you’ve let things progress without really thinking about it, but you don’t pull away.
Chuckling, San blushes slightly at your observation. “Guilty as charged,” he admits with a playful grin. “I prefer to take things slow and build a connection first. Whisking someone off to my home within the first five minutes is a bit…much, don’t you think?”
He leads you into the building, opening up the elevator with a swipe of his keycard. The ride doesn’t take long, just up to the fourth floor. “Nothing fancy, but it’s cozy and mine,” San adds as he ushers you out, unlocking the apartment door.
He glances back at you, gauging your comfort level. “I know you must be tired, YN. It really is no pressure—I can call you a cab and we call it a night here, if you’d like.”
You shake your head, smiling at him. “No, no, you promised me the best coffee, and I’m anticipating it now.”
San beams, opening the door wider. “Then by all means, please, make yourself at home,” he says, pleased, as he closes the door behind you and taking your coat.
He heads into the kitchen, leaving you to explore his space. The apartment is tastefully decorated, with a mix of modern and vintage pieces. There are a few framed photographs on the wall of him and his parents, and some landscapes. You take a seat on the plush couch, closing your eyes momentarily to relax.
A few minutes later, San returns, two steaming mugs in his hands. He sets them down on the coffee table and sits beside you, close enough your thighs touch. You open your eyes, reaching out to take a mug, savouring the warmth in your hands.
After it cools, you sip it cautiously. “Mmh, this is actually amazing,” you grin, eyes lighting up., “Like, I could live off this stuff forever.”
San beams with pride, clearly delighted by your reaction. “Glad you approve. I spent ages perfecting this blend. One of my hobbies, if I may say.” He takes a sip from his own mug, savouring the flavour before leaning back. “So, tell me more about yourself, YN. What do you li,ke to do for fun when you’re not out exploring the city?”
His interest is genuine, and you find yourself opening up to him, sharing stories about your hobbies, favourite books, and anything else that happens to come up. The hours slip by unnoticed as you chat and laugh.
The late hour is only noticed when you can’t help but to yawn, covering your mouth politely. “So sorry,” you murmur. “I suppose the night is finally getting to me.”
San looks at his watch, surprised to see the time himself. “Time sure flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?” he remarks, setting his mug aside and rising from the couch. “I suppose I should show you out now.”
You follow him to the front door, slightly disappointed the night is ending already. You truly enjoyed the evening, but there’s no more reason for you to stay. But you can’t seem to hide the longing on your face in time when San turns back to you. You can see the cogs turning in his head before he bites his lip and takes the plunge.
“Would…would you want to stay the night? I mean—it’s pretty late out. The trains aren’t running and I wouldn’t feel safe sending you home alone in a cab.” San’s suggestion hands in the air, his words tentative. “I understand if you need to get going, of course. I just thought…maybe it would be nice to have some company in the morning. Since you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
His gaze meets yours, filled with a mixture of concern and anticipation. He’s giving you an out, allowing you to decide how far you’re willing to take it.
At his reassurance, your shoulders relax a fraction. “Oh, just the guest room?” you tease, and San’s lips lift into a smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“That’s right, just the guest room,” he confirms, his tone playful but sincere. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer to share my bed. But I promise, no funny business, just a comfy night’s sleep.”
He leads you down the hallway, offering to draw you a hot bath, which you decline. The guest room is cozy and inviting, with a plush bed adorned with crisp linens. San pauses by the door, turning to face you. “Remember, no pressure at all. If you change your mind or need anything during the night, just holler. My room’s next door.”
With that, he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and turns to leave, letting you settle in for the night.
You pout playfully, moving to face the bed. “Boo, boring. What if I wanted some funny business?” you mumble to yourself, chuckling to yourself as you pull off your socks and jeans.
“So you want funny business?” You shriek and jump, spinning around to see San leaning against the doorframe, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “You know…I may not have heard you right, but I am always open to negotiations.” He winks playfully, letting the implication hang in the air between you. He keeps his gaze fixed on you, giving you the option to accept or decline.
The flush only grows on your face as realisation washes over you, but you smile. “Oh, well, if you insist…I never go to bed without a kiss.”
San’s eyes narrow with playful intent. “Is that so? Well, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of such a necessary ritual,” he murmurs, pushing off the wall and stepping closer.
He reaches out, cupping your face and tilting it up towards his. San’s eyes train in on your lips, leaning in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away before he presses his lips softly against yours.
Leaning into it, your hands move to rest on his waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you move your lips slowly against his. A soft moan escapes San as you let your mouth open slightly, letting his tongue slide against yours. One of his hands move to tangle in your hair, tugging lightly as he kisses you with a fervour that is the opposite of his earlier restraint.
When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing heavily, your lips shiny with spit. “That was definitely worth staying up for,” San laughs breathlessly. “Though I have a feeling we’re just getting started.”
You grin, tugging him closer. “What makes you think that?” you purr, tiptoeing up to nuzzle into his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his skin.
A shiver runs through San at your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. “Oh, I don’t know,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “Maybe it’s the way your body fits so perfectly against mine. Or how your kisses set my blood on fire.”
His hands begin to wander, one sliding up your side to cup your breast while the other grips your ass, rubbing circles into the flesh. “But honestly, I think it’s because you’re irresistible,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. “And I plan not to resist at all where you’re concerned.”
Before you even realise, he has you backed up to the bed, nudging you to lay down as he brushes his lips over yours. “Mmh, irresistible, huh?” you whisper. “Then prove it.”
“With pleasure,” San hums, eyes darkening. His hands make quick work of your shirt, leaving you only in your bra and underwear, which he tugs and pulls at until he can worship every inch of newly exposed skin.
San sighs, his gaze filled with reverence as he palms at your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. As you whimper, he ducks his head, replacing his left hand with his mouth, sucking at and laving his tongue over the peak until you squirm under his touch.
“Sannie…so good,” you breathe out.
Eager for more praise, San doubles his efforts, lavishing attention on your breasts and neck, alternating between firm sucks and gentle nibbles until you’re arching off the bed. “Say it again for me, YN. Let me hear how much you want this,” he groans, voice muffled against your skin.
His hand drifts lower, pressing against your clit, and your eyes fly open as you jerk in surprise. “Oh—” you gasp, and your cheeks warm in embarrassment at the high-pitched noise.
San’s eyes gleam, a wicked gleam spreading across his face. “So sensitive,” he says approvingly, circling your pussy with a light touch. He captures your lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth, as his fingers delve deeper, stroking along your slick folds. “You’re absolutely dripping for me, sweetheart. Can’t wait to make you fall apart. Beg for it.”
His fingers pump slowly, shallow thrusts making you crave more. “Please,” you beg shamelessly, grinding against his hand in quick, desperate movements. “Please, Sannie, I need more…”
“Fuck, you beg so prettily,” San growls, his control slipping at your pleas. In one swift motion, he shifts down between your spread thighs, grabbing your knees and hoisting you closer until your cunt is barely a centimetre from his face. “I’m going to devour this sweet pussy until all you know is my name.”
Without further warning, he dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. San laps at your slick, moaning as he eats you out with single-minded focus. The way he alternates between tongue-fucking you and nibbling at your clit makes you cry out, back arching off the bed even as his large hands hold your hips down.
With every pass of his tongue across your entrance, you feel the tension in your body grow tighter and tighter until it’s ready to snap. “Sannie—I’m gonna—” you barely get the words out when pleasure crashes over you and you tremble, release spilling into his eager mouth as he continues to lap at you, prolonging your orgasm until you collapse bonelessly.
San surfaces from between your thighs, face glistening as he licks his lips. “You’re so addicting,” he moans, crawling up your body until he can press his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You can feel his length throbbing in his pants against your thigh, and you know you’re not done yet.
Reaching between your bodies to palm at his cock, San fumbles with the buckle on his jeans until he can shove down the waistband. “I’m gonna fill your tight cunt with my cock and make you cum over and over until you can’t even remember your name,” he promises.
“Yes, please,” you breathe out, the only thing you can bring yourself to say, but it’s enough for San.
He grins wolfishly, wasting no time in shedding his pants and boxers. His length springs up, the tip glistening with precum as it smacks against his stomach, thick and hard. “Fuck—I can’t hold back,” he grits out, positioning himself at your entrance.
He starts to sheath himself slowly, but halfway through, he can’t help himself and slams forward with a groan.
“Ah, fuck—San!” you scream, hands scrambling in the bedsheets at the sudden sensation of being filled with his cock.
“God, you feel fucking incredible,” San pants, giving you a moment to adjust. “So fucking tight, made for me.” He leans in to press his lips to yours again as he begins to rock in and out of you, making heat gather in your stomach again.
Wet sounds fill the air, mingling with your wanton cries and San’s heavy breathing. His hands grip your hip and pull you closer, shoving himself impossibly deeper as he drives into you eagerly. His lips don’t leave yours for a minute, drooling into your mouth as he kisses you sloppily. “This is what you want, what you’re made for,” he whispers into your mouth. “To be split open on my fat cock, all for me.”
You whimper, letting him take and take as your second orgasm of the night builds deep in your gut. You can hardly get out words, only squeaks and punched-out gasps leaving your mouth. Just as he slams into you again, you throw your head back in a silent scream as you come again. “Sannie—” you wail, head thrown back as your eyes roll in your head.
San moans gutturally, reaching down to rub at your clit as he pulls out, coming over your stomach and chest, coating you in hot ropes of cum. When you whine, he finally pulls his hand away from you, pulling you into his arms instead as he kisses your temple., “So pretty, so perfect,” he mumbles, laying down while still embracing you. “So…so mine.”
You hum, resting your head on his shoulder as you let your eyes flutter shut. “’M gross,” you complain but make no move to get up.
San chuckles. “It’s okay. We can move to my bedroom and change the sheets later. After I wipe you.”
Without opening your eyes, you stick out your tongue. “Didn’t have to come on me. Animal.”
You can feel his nose press against your cheek as he kisses your cheek. “Didn’t have to beg for it, but you did.” You can practically hear the smile in his voice and you grumble.
Warnings: Cursing, none otherwise, smut warnings under cut
Genre: Smut, scifi/alien au, established relationship au, E for explicit
Summary: San hits his fertile cycle and...something new is involved
Smut Warnings: Unprotected [dont do this], praise, light degredation, dirty talk, subby San, if you squint hair pulling, tentacle sex, breeding kink, lactation kink, male lactation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, if i missed anything let me know
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Lactation collab with @sanjoongie [J'adorerais du lait, s'il te plaît] and @potatomountain !! im obsessed with pretty san and his pretty tits !! and topaz used my greatest weakness to get me to finish my other projects and collabs which resulted in this
please enjoy my pride and shame in one package
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You race through the halls of the spaceship before finally reaching the sickbay, its vacuum sealed door making you raise an eyebrow questioningly. The captain of the ship, Hongjoong, already stands there, a solemn look on his face. “Captain, what’s happening?” you ask, coming to a stop by the stern, decorated, naval officer.
Hongjoong turns to you, his expression weary. “It’s San. He’s…I don’t know what he’s going through. But he refuses to see anyone but you.” You can see the sigh that Hongjoong is holding back. “Something about some cycle, and I’m not in the mood to decipher whatever it is you two lovebirds get up to.”
It takes you a moment, but your face immediately blooms red. There were a lot of things you were willing to share about your relationship with the alien San. How he blushes purple when you kiss him, the way he always makes sure you’re fed because that’s how his species show affection, and many more cute quirks. But not this. Not his…fertile cycle.
Every few months, San’s senses become heightened. His sight, his hearing…and especially his sense of touch. You’ve made him come before just by kissing him senseless, and it’s both amusing and so fucking sexy.
“I’ll deal with it,” you quickly say, shooing Hongjoong away with a flap of your hands. The captain ducks away quickly, eager to no longer be involved.
As soon as he disappears down the hallway, you crack open the door and slip inside. It takes you less than a second for your senses to be filled with the smell of you eyes zeroing in on a flushed, sweaty San covered in slick from his tentacles, his cock, and…your jaw drops open and you shuffle forward automatically to get a better look at the milky liquid dripping from his chest.
“San?” Your voice comes out hoarse and dry.
Your boyfriend’s head snaps towards you, eyes wet with unshed tears, and he lets out a whine. “YN, please,” he slurs, his voice heady with the arousal coursing through him. “I need you…”
You’re so caught up in the sight of his swollen chest that when his tentacles stretch out to wrap around your wrists and gently pull you forward, you follow without a second thought, sitting on the edge of the sickbay bed. “San?” you repeat, reaching out automatically to press the pads of your fingers to his nipple.
The contact sends a jolt through him and his back arches, pushing his chest further into your touch. “YN,” he moans again. “Please.” It’s like he can’t do anything else but beg for his touch, and you’ve never seen him so deep in his fertile cycle before.
As his tentacles wrap loosely around your ankles and wrists, you gingerly lean forwards, pressing your mouth against his. Almost immediately, San presses his tongue into yours, deepening the kiss desperately as his hands reach up and slide up your shirt. As if second nature, you lean into his touch, letting him take pleasure from your lips and your body. Your fingers dig slightly into the flesh of his chest, and San keens, coming all over both of your lower stomachs, the fluid mixing with the milk dripping out of his chest.
You’re sure your eyes are practically popping out of your head, and curiosity wins as you raise your hand to your mouth and lick at the drops of milk trailing down your palm. The taste is sweet, almost like cream, and you can’t help but to moan at the taste.
As soon as the sound leaves your mouth, tentacles wrap around your wrist and waist, tugging you closer until San is able to press his lips against yours again, little whimpers and whines falling from his lips. “Oh, honey,” you giggle, reaching up to tangle your hands in his hair and tug gently. “Aren’t you a pretty sight for me?”
Almost automatically, San’s mouth drops open and he sticks his tongue out eagerly, a silent plea. Knowingly, you indulge him and lean in to suck on his tongue, drawing a few more moans out of your loving alien boyfriend. His hands paw at your shirt needily, fingers fumbling with the buttons until you laugh and take pity, undoing your shirt only for him to grab and rip your bra off.
“God, you waited for me to take my shirt off all nice and then you rip right through that?” You complain teasingly, leaning in close until San is cross eyed. “You really are a slut.”
San immediately lets out another drawn-out moan, not making very much of an argument, and you laugh again, leaning down to kiss him hungrily. It’s like you’re trying to swallow him whole, nipping at his lips and shoving your tongue down his throat. You can feel the wetness from his chest smearing across your own torso, his cock bobbing between your two bodies.
An idea sparks in your head, and you grin wolfishly at San. “Baby, look at me,” you direct, and it takes the blissed-out alien a moment to follow your command. “I want you to fuck me with your tentacles and-”
Before you can even finish your sentence, the tentacles wrapped around your ankles move to shove themselves down your pants and press against your cunt and you breathe in sharply at the feeling. “Please…” San groans, and you bite your lip and shake your head.
“Listen, honey, be good. Or do you want me to walk right back out that door and leave you to your own devices?” You know he could stop you if he truly wanted, wrap his tentacles around you to hold you in place while he fucked you the way he wanted. You know that he has done that before, after you told him he could one evening. But right now, he doesn’t want to just take. He wants you to want it to, he wants you to give it to him.
San nods quickly, frantically, even as drool runs down his chin and pools in his collarbones, mixing with the milk leaking from his chest. “Yes, I’ll be good, I’m good, please…” he begs, his tentacles stopping in place against your dripping cunt.
“Then listen to me, honey,” you tap a finger against his lips, smile growing wider at the way he chases the touch. “I want you to fuck me with your tentacles while I suck and lick the milk from your pretty tits, okay? Can you do that for me?”
San whimpers again, the sound utterly desperate, and you’re honestly on the brink of being as far gone as he is. Deciding to be nice and not make him answer you with a full sentence, you lean down, back arching perfectly, and take a wet nipple into your mouth.
San immediately throws his head back and groans, his cock spurting come all over his chest, but neither him nor you care, knowing that he absolutely can and will take more. As a testament to that, his tentacles finally tear through the seat of your pants, shoving your soaked underwear aside as two of the slick limbs push into your hole immediately.
There’s a bit of a sting and a stretch, but you like it that way, and mouth more at San’s chest. You swear the milk is not helping with how needy you’re feeling, hips rutting back against the slippery limbs entering you in a desperate bid for more. You feel so full, and yet you want as much as you can get, licking at his dark nipples until San cries and comes again.
“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” you praise him through a mouthful of sticky sweet fluid, sucking a mark into his chest and kissing it right after. “Filling me up so good and letting me drink from you. You take such good care of me, Sannie honey, don’t you?”
San can’t really form words any more, hips canting up into your stomach, his cock still hard. When you look down, the tip of it is such a pretty pink, precum beading at the tip and mixing with the come drying on the length of it. He mumbles something about being good, and pouts up at you so sweetly that you can’t help but lean in and press your lips against his again, moaning into his greedy mouth as his tentacles speed up.
“Wanna fill you up,” you can hear him mumble into your mouth, sending vibrations down your spine. “Wanna fuck you full ‘til you can only think of me, wanna make sure you never have to feel empty again…Wanna watch your belly swell with my babies.”
It’s a far-off idea, neither of your bodies compatible with each other without a little bit of scientific engineering, but it’s a thought that makes you clench around his tentacles, eyes rolling back in your head as you groan into his mouth through your orgasm.
San’s hands come up to grip your waist as his hips stutter and he comes for a third time tonight. The amount of liquid that shoots out of his cock doesn’t seem to lessen, your bodies slippery with it. Hongjoong is going to kill both of you.
The thought of being scolded by your captain is pushed to the back of your mind as you scramble to straddle San’s waist, eyes burning as your hands fumble with the scraps remaining of your pants, throwing the fabric off to the side. “I need you to fuck me right now, Sanah, honey,” you declare, and San is all too eager to obey.
His tentacles draw out, leaving you feeling both empty and full, the slick covering them dripping out of your cunt alongside your own wetness. San immediately slides his thick cock right in, coaxing a drawn-out whine from your milk-covered lips. “Fuck, you’re so thick,” you gasp, hips grinding down as you try to get used to the feeling of it inside you again.
San is big normally, but when his fertile cycle hits, it’s almost like his cock doubles in length and girth, hanging heavy between his legs. It took you a long time to be able to take him to the hilt during this, but it pays off as you immediately sink all the way down, his cock pressing into you so deliciously that you immediately collapse onto his chest.
Tentacles wrap around you, and you’re granted barely a moment to breathe before he draws back and thrusts into you so hard that the top of your head grazes his chin. Not that he cares. Right now, he’s massaging his fat tits to draw more beads of milk out of his nipples and down the swell of his chest.
All he has to do is look at you with his big, teary eyes, and you immediately give him what he wants and lick the droplets of milk up before latching on and sucking gently. San groans, head dropping down to rest against your hair, his hips canting up faster and faster until he pushes impossibly deep inside of you and just waits.
It only takes a moment before he’s coming again, filling you up until you feel about to burst, the searing hot cum settling comfortingly in your cunt, spurting out around the ridges of his cock. It doesn’t feel like it’s ever stop, your belly swelling ever so slightly more from the amount of cum pouring into you right now.
San groans, long and satisfied, his hands moving from his chest to your waist, tugging you up until his lips find yours again.
He can taste his milk on your lips, and it makes his dick twitch and shoot a few more weak ropes of cum into you. You pant against his chest, your entwined bodies messy, sticky, hot, and so comfortable.
It takes a long moment before you’re able to clear your mind and look up at San, adoration clear in your eyes but curiosity present as well. “Sannie, honey, that was great, but…milk?”
San has the decency to blush, burying his face in your hair. “It’s just…you know…my body has decided that you’re my mate so…it’s preparing to nourish our offspring.”
Your eyes widen before they soften and you smile dopily up at him. “Aww, honey. Love you too.” You lean in to slot your lips against his in a soft kiss.
The two of you stay like that for a long moment until his cock starts to harden up again, pressing insistently inside of you. You pull back, eyeing his chest that is starting to fill up again. San sighs, knowing what’s in your mind, and he pushes his tits together as best he can. Both of you are in for a long night.
Warnings: Cursing, none otherwise, smut warnings under cut
Genre: Smut, scifi/alien au, established relationship au, E for explicit
Summary: San hits his fertile cycle and...something new is involved
Smut Warnings: Unprotected [dont do this], praise, light degredation, dirty talk, subby San, if you squint hair pulling, tentacle sex, breeding kink, lactation kink, male lactation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, if i missed anything let me know
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Lactation collab with @sanjoongie [J'adorerais du lait, s'il te plaît] and @potatomountain !! im obsessed with pretty san and his pretty tits !! and topaz used my greatest weakness to get me to finish my other projects and collabs which resulted in this
please enjoy my pride and shame in one package
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You race through the halls of the spaceship before finally reaching the sickbay, its vacuum sealed door making you raise an eyebrow questioningly. The captain of the ship, Hongjoong, already stands there, a solemn look on his face. “Captain, what’s happening?” you ask, coming to a stop by the stern, decorated, naval officer.
Hongjoong turns to you, his expression weary. “It’s San. He’s…I don’t know what he’s going through. But he refuses to see anyone but you.” You can see the sigh that Hongjoong is holding back. “Something about some cycle, and I’m not in the mood to decipher whatever it is you two lovebirds get up to.”
It takes you a moment, but your face immediately blooms red. There were a lot of things you were willing to share about your relationship with the alien San. How he blushes purple when you kiss him, the way he always makes sure you’re fed because that’s how his species show affection, and many more cute quirks. But not this. Not his…fertile cycle.
Every few months, San’s senses become heightened. His sight, his hearing…and especially his sense of touch. You’ve made him come before just by kissing him senseless, and it’s both amusing and so fucking sexy.
“I’ll deal with it,” you quickly say, shooing Hongjoong away with a flap of your hands. The captain ducks away quickly, eager to no longer be involved.
As soon as he disappears down the hallway, you crack open the door and slip inside. It takes you less than a second for your senses to be filled with the smell of you eyes zeroing in on a flushed, sweaty San covered in slick from his tentacles, his cock, and…your jaw drops open and you shuffle forward automatically to get a better look at the milky liquid dripping from his chest.
“San?” Your voice comes out hoarse and dry.
Your boyfriend’s head snaps towards you, eyes wet with unshed tears, and he lets out a whine. “YN, please,” he slurs, his voice heady with the arousal coursing through him. “I need you…”
You’re so caught up in the sight of his swollen chest that when his tentacles stretch out to wrap around your wrists and gently pull you forward, you follow without a second thought, sitting on the edge of the sickbay bed. “San?” you repeat, reaching out automatically to press the pads of your fingers to his nipple.
The contact sends a jolt through him and his back arches, pushing his chest further into your touch. “YN,” he moans again. “Please.” It’s like he can’t do anything else but beg for his touch, and you’ve never seen him so deep in his fertile cycle before.
As his tentacles wrap loosely around your ankles and wrists, you gingerly lean forwards, pressing your mouth against his. Almost immediately, San presses his tongue into yours, deepening the kiss desperately as his hands reach up and slide up your shirt. As if second nature, you lean into his touch, letting him take pleasure from your lips and your body. Your fingers dig slightly into the flesh of his chest, and San keens, coming all over both of your lower stomachs, the fluid mixing with the milk dripping out of his chest.
You’re sure your eyes are practically popping out of your head, and curiosity wins as you raise your hand to your mouth and lick at the drops of milk trailing down your palm. The taste is sweet, almost like cream, and you can’t help but to moan at the taste.
As soon as the sound leaves your mouth, tentacles wrap around your wrist and waist, tugging you closer until San is able to press his lips against yours again, little whimpers and whines falling from his lips. “Oh, honey,” you giggle, reaching up to tangle your hands in his hair and tug gently. “Aren’t you a pretty sight for me?”
Almost automatically, San’s mouth drops open and he sticks his tongue out eagerly, a silent plea. Knowingly, you indulge him and lean in to suck on his tongue, drawing a few more moans out of your loving alien boyfriend. His hands paw at your shirt needily, fingers fumbling with the buttons until you laugh and take pity, undoing your shirt only for him to grab and rip your bra off.
“God, you waited for me to take my shirt off all nice and then you rip right through that?” You complain teasingly, leaning in close until San is cross eyed. “You really are a slut.”
San immediately lets out another drawn-out moan, not making very much of an argument, and you laugh again, leaning down to kiss him hungrily. It’s like you’re trying to swallow him whole, nipping at his lips and shoving your tongue down his throat. You can feel the wetness from his chest smearing across your own torso, his cock bobbing between your two bodies.
An idea sparks in your head, and you grin wolfishly at San. “Baby, look at me,” you direct, and it takes the blissed-out alien a moment to follow your command. “I want you to fuck me with your tentacles and-”
Before you can even finish your sentence, the tentacles wrapped around your ankles move to shove themselves down your pants and press against your cunt and you breathe in sharply at the feeling. “Please…” San groans, and you bite your lip and shake your head.
“Listen, honey, be good. Or do you want me to walk right back out that door and leave you to your own devices?” You know he could stop you if he truly wanted, wrap his tentacles around you to hold you in place while he fucked you the way he wanted. You know that he has done that before, after you told him he could one evening. But right now, he doesn’t want to just take. He wants you to want it to, he wants you to give it to him.
San nods quickly, frantically, even as drool runs down his chin and pools in his collarbones, mixing with the milk leaking from his chest. “Yes, I’ll be good, I’m good, please…” he begs, his tentacles stopping in place against your dripping cunt.
“Then listen to me, honey,” you tap a finger against his lips, smile growing wider at the way he chases the touch. “I want you to fuck me with your tentacles while I suck and lick the milk from your pretty tits, okay? Can you do that for me?”
San whimpers again, the sound utterly desperate, and you’re honestly on the brink of being as far gone as he is. Deciding to be nice and not make him answer you with a full sentence, you lean down, back arching perfectly, and take a wet nipple into your mouth.
San immediately throws his head back and groans, his cock spurting come all over his chest, but neither him nor you care, knowing that he absolutely can and will take more. As a testament to that, his tentacles finally tear through the seat of your pants, shoving your soaked underwear aside as two of the slick limbs push into your hole immediately.
There’s a bit of a sting and a stretch, but you like it that way, and mouth more at San’s chest. You swear the milk is not helping with how needy you’re feeling, hips rutting back against the slippery limbs entering you in a desperate bid for more. You feel so full, and yet you want as much as you can get, licking at his dark nipples until San cries and comes again.
“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” you praise him through a mouthful of sticky sweet fluid, sucking a mark into his chest and kissing it right after. “Filling me up so good and letting me drink from you. You take such good care of me, Sannie honey, don’t you?”
San can’t really form words any more, hips canting up into your stomach, his cock still hard. When you look down, the tip of it is such a pretty pink, precum beading at the tip and mixing with the come drying on the length of it. He mumbles something about being good, and pouts up at you so sweetly that you can’t help but lean in and press your lips against his again, moaning into his greedy mouth as his tentacles speed up.
“Wanna fill you up,” you can hear him mumble into your mouth, sending vibrations down your spine. “Wanna fuck you full ‘til you can only think of me, wanna make sure you never have to feel empty again…Wanna watch your belly swell with my babies.”
It’s a far-off idea, neither of your bodies compatible with each other without a little bit of scientific engineering, but it’s a thought that makes you clench around his tentacles, eyes rolling back in your head as you groan into his mouth through your orgasm.
San’s hands come up to grip your waist as his hips stutter and he comes for a third time tonight. The amount of liquid that shoots out of his cock doesn’t seem to lessen, your bodies slippery with it. Hongjoong is going to kill both of you.
The thought of being scolded by your captain is pushed to the back of your mind as you scramble to straddle San’s waist, eyes burning as your hands fumble with the scraps remaining of your pants, throwing the fabric off to the side. “I need you to fuck me right now, Sanah, honey,” you declare, and San is all too eager to obey.
His tentacles draw out, leaving you feeling both empty and full, the slick covering them dripping out of your cunt alongside your own wetness. San immediately slides his thick cock right in, coaxing a drawn-out whine from your milk-covered lips. “Fuck, you’re so thick,” you gasp, hips grinding down as you try to get used to the feeling of it inside you again.
San is big normally, but when his fertile cycle hits, it’s almost like his cock doubles in length and girth, hanging heavy between his legs. It took you a long time to be able to take him to the hilt during this, but it pays off as you immediately sink all the way down, his cock pressing into you so deliciously that you immediately collapse onto his chest.
Tentacles wrap around you, and you’re granted barely a moment to breathe before he draws back and thrusts into you so hard that the top of your head grazes his chin. Not that he cares. Right now, he’s massaging his fat tits to draw more beads of milk out of his nipples and down the swell of his chest.
All he has to do is look at you with his big, teary eyes, and you immediately give him what he wants and lick the droplets of milk up before latching on and sucking gently. San groans, head dropping down to rest against your hair, his hips canting up faster and faster until he pushes impossibly deep inside of you and just waits.
It only takes a moment before he’s coming again, filling you up until you feel about to burst, the searing hot cum settling comfortingly in your cunt, spurting out around the ridges of his cock. It doesn’t feel like it’s ever stop, your belly swelling ever so slightly more from the amount of cum pouring into you right now.
San groans, long and satisfied, his hands moving from his chest to your waist, tugging you up until his lips find yours again.
He can taste his milk on your lips, and it makes his dick twitch and shoot a few more weak ropes of cum into you. You pant against his chest, your entwined bodies messy, sticky, hot, and so comfortable.
It takes a long moment before you’re able to clear your mind and look up at San, adoration clear in your eyes but curiosity present as well. “Sannie, honey, that was great, but…milk?”
San has the decency to blush, burying his face in your hair. “It’s just…you know…my body has decided that you’re my mate so…it’s preparing to nourish our offspring.”
Your eyes widen before they soften and you smile dopily up at him. “Aww, honey. Love you too.” You lean in to slot your lips against his in a soft kiss.
The two of you stay like that for a long moment until his cock starts to harden up again, pressing insistently inside of you. You pull back, eyeing his chest that is starting to fill up again. San sighs, knowing what’s in your mind, and he pushes his tits together as best he can. Both of you are in for a long night.
We looooooove a simpy san! The milk and the tentacles and the entire way he's so fucked out and desperate unnnfffff. Can't get more delicious than that. The fact that his tentacles prepped you and his cock gets bigger during the fertile cycle? Perfection. This sci-fi alternate time-line lactation sannie expands the universe wonderfully 🤩
Warnings: Cursing, none otherwise, smut warnings under cut
Genre: Smut, scifi/alien au, established relationship au, E for explicit
Summary: San hits his fertile cycle and...something new is involved
Smut Warnings: Unprotected [dont do this], praise, light degredation, dirty talk, subby San, if you squint hair pulling, tentacle sex, breeding kink, lactation kink, male lactation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, if i missed anything let me know
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Lactation collab with @sanjoongie [J'adorerais du lait, s'il te plaît] and @potatomountain !! im obsessed with pretty san and his pretty tits !! and topaz used my greatest weakness to get me to finish my other projects and collabs which resulted in this
please enjoy my pride and shame in one package
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You race through the halls of the spaceship before finally reaching the sickbay, its vacuum sealed door making you raise an eyebrow questioningly. The captain of the ship, Hongjoong, already stands there, a solemn look on his face. “Captain, what’s happening?” you ask, coming to a stop by the stern, decorated, naval officer.
Hongjoong turns to you, his expression weary. “It’s San. He’s…I don’t know what he’s going through. But he refuses to see anyone but you.” You can see the sigh that Hongjoong is holding back. “Something about some cycle, and I’m not in the mood to decipher whatever it is you two lovebirds get up to.”
It takes you a moment, but your face immediately blooms red. There were a lot of things you were willing to share about your relationship with the alien San. How he blushes purple when you kiss him, the way he always makes sure you’re fed because that’s how his species show affection, and many more cute quirks. But not this. Not his…fertile cycle.
Every few months, San’s senses become heightened. His sight, his hearing…and especially his sense of touch. You’ve made him come before just by kissing him senseless, and it’s both amusing and so fucking sexy.
“I’ll deal with it,” you quickly say, shooing Hongjoong away with a flap of your hands. The captain ducks away quickly, eager to no longer be involved.
As soon as he disappears down the hallway, you crack open the door and slip inside. It takes you less than a second for your senses to be filled with the smell of you eyes zeroing in on a flushed, sweaty San covered in slick from his tentacles, his cock, and…your jaw drops open and you shuffle forward automatically to get a better look at the milky liquid dripping from his chest.
“San?” Your voice comes out hoarse and dry.
Your boyfriend’s head snaps towards you, eyes wet with unshed tears, and he lets out a whine. “YN, please,” he slurs, his voice heady with the arousal coursing through him. “I need you…”
You’re so caught up in the sight of his swollen chest that when his tentacles stretch out to wrap around your wrists and gently pull you forward, you follow without a second thought, sitting on the edge of the sickbay bed. “San?” you repeat, reaching out automatically to press the pads of your fingers to his nipple.
The contact sends a jolt through him and his back arches, pushing his chest further into your touch. “YN,” he moans again. “Please.” It’s like he can’t do anything else but beg for his touch, and you’ve never seen him so deep in his fertile cycle before.
As his tentacles wrap loosely around your ankles and wrists, you gingerly lean forwards, pressing your mouth against his. Almost immediately, San presses his tongue into yours, deepening the kiss desperately as his hands reach up and slide up your shirt. As if second nature, you lean into his touch, letting him take pleasure from your lips and your body. Your fingers dig slightly into the flesh of his chest, and San keens, coming all over both of your lower stomachs, the fluid mixing with the milk dripping out of his chest.
You’re sure your eyes are practically popping out of your head, and curiosity wins as you raise your hand to your mouth and lick at the drops of milk trailing down your palm. The taste is sweet, almost like cream, and you can’t help but to moan at the taste.
As soon as the sound leaves your mouth, tentacles wrap around your wrist and waist, tugging you closer until San is able to press his lips against yours again, little whimpers and whines falling from his lips. “Oh, honey,” you giggle, reaching up to tangle your hands in his hair and tug gently. “Aren’t you a pretty sight for me?”
Almost automatically, San’s mouth drops open and he sticks his tongue out eagerly, a silent plea. Knowingly, you indulge him and lean in to suck on his tongue, drawing a few more moans out of your loving alien boyfriend. His hands paw at your shirt needily, fingers fumbling with the buttons until you laugh and take pity, undoing your shirt only for him to grab and rip your bra off.
“God, you waited for me to take my shirt off all nice and then you rip right through that?” You complain teasingly, leaning in close until San is cross eyed. “You really are a slut.”
San immediately lets out another drawn-out moan, not making very much of an argument, and you laugh again, leaning down to kiss him hungrily. It’s like you’re trying to swallow him whole, nipping at his lips and shoving your tongue down his throat. You can feel the wetness from his chest smearing across your own torso, his cock bobbing between your two bodies.
An idea sparks in your head, and you grin wolfishly at San. “Baby, look at me,” you direct, and it takes the blissed-out alien a moment to follow your command. “I want you to fuck me with your tentacles and-”
Before you can even finish your sentence, the tentacles wrapped around your ankles move to shove themselves down your pants and press against your cunt and you breathe in sharply at the feeling. “Please…” San groans, and you bite your lip and shake your head.
“Listen, honey, be good. Or do you want me to walk right back out that door and leave you to your own devices?” You know he could stop you if he truly wanted, wrap his tentacles around you to hold you in place while he fucked you the way he wanted. You know that he has done that before, after you told him he could one evening. But right now, he doesn’t want to just take. He wants you to want it to, he wants you to give it to him.
San nods quickly, frantically, even as drool runs down his chin and pools in his collarbones, mixing with the milk leaking from his chest. “Yes, I’ll be good, I’m good, please…” he begs, his tentacles stopping in place against your dripping cunt.
“Then listen to me, honey,” you tap a finger against his lips, smile growing wider at the way he chases the touch. “I want you to fuck me with your tentacles while I suck and lick the milk from your pretty tits, okay? Can you do that for me?”
San whimpers again, the sound utterly desperate, and you’re honestly on the brink of being as far gone as he is. Deciding to be nice and not make him answer you with a full sentence, you lean down, back arching perfectly, and take a wet nipple into your mouth.
San immediately throws his head back and groans, his cock spurting come all over his chest, but neither him nor you care, knowing that he absolutely can and will take more. As a testament to that, his tentacles finally tear through the seat of your pants, shoving your soaked underwear aside as two of the slick limbs push into your hole immediately.
There’s a bit of a sting and a stretch, but you like it that way, and mouth more at San’s chest. You swear the milk is not helping with how needy you’re feeling, hips rutting back against the slippery limbs entering you in a desperate bid for more. You feel so full, and yet you want as much as you can get, licking at his dark nipples until San cries and comes again.
“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” you praise him through a mouthful of sticky sweet fluid, sucking a mark into his chest and kissing it right after. “Filling me up so good and letting me drink from you. You take such good care of me, Sannie honey, don’t you?”
San can’t really form words any more, hips canting up into your stomach, his cock still hard. When you look down, the tip of it is such a pretty pink, precum beading at the tip and mixing with the come drying on the length of it. He mumbles something about being good, and pouts up at you so sweetly that you can’t help but lean in and press your lips against his again, moaning into his greedy mouth as his tentacles speed up.
“Wanna fill you up,” you can hear him mumble into your mouth, sending vibrations down your spine. “Wanna fuck you full ‘til you can only think of me, wanna make sure you never have to feel empty again…Wanna watch your belly swell with my babies.”
It’s a far-off idea, neither of your bodies compatible with each other without a little bit of scientific engineering, but it’s a thought that makes you clench around his tentacles, eyes rolling back in your head as you groan into his mouth through your orgasm.
San’s hands come up to grip your waist as his hips stutter and he comes for a third time tonight. The amount of liquid that shoots out of his cock doesn’t seem to lessen, your bodies slippery with it. Hongjoong is going to kill both of you.
The thought of being scolded by your captain is pushed to the back of your mind as you scramble to straddle San’s waist, eyes burning as your hands fumble with the scraps remaining of your pants, throwing the fabric off to the side. “I need you to fuck me right now, Sanah, honey,” you declare, and San is all too eager to obey.
His tentacles draw out, leaving you feeling both empty and full, the slick covering them dripping out of your cunt alongside your own wetness. San immediately slides his thick cock right in, coaxing a drawn-out whine from your milk-covered lips. “Fuck, you’re so thick,” you gasp, hips grinding down as you try to get used to the feeling of it inside you again.
San is big normally, but when his fertile cycle hits, it’s almost like his cock doubles in length and girth, hanging heavy between his legs. It took you a long time to be able to take him to the hilt during this, but it pays off as you immediately sink all the way down, his cock pressing into you so deliciously that you immediately collapse onto his chest.
Tentacles wrap around you, and you’re granted barely a moment to breathe before he draws back and thrusts into you so hard that the top of your head grazes his chin. Not that he cares. Right now, he’s massaging his fat tits to draw more beads of milk out of his nipples and down the swell of his chest.
All he has to do is look at you with his big, teary eyes, and you immediately give him what he wants and lick the droplets of milk up before latching on and sucking gently. San groans, head dropping down to rest against your hair, his hips canting up faster and faster until he pushes impossibly deep inside of you and just waits.
It only takes a moment before he’s coming again, filling you up until you feel about to burst, the searing hot cum settling comfortingly in your cunt, spurting out around the ridges of his cock. It doesn’t feel like it’s ever stop, your belly swelling ever so slightly more from the amount of cum pouring into you right now.
San groans, long and satisfied, his hands moving from his chest to your waist, tugging you up until his lips find yours again.
He can taste his milk on your lips, and it makes his dick twitch and shoot a few more weak ropes of cum into you. You pant against his chest, your entwined bodies messy, sticky, hot, and so comfortable.
It takes a long moment before you’re able to clear your mind and look up at San, adoration clear in your eyes but curiosity present as well. “Sannie, honey, that was great, but…milk?”
San has the decency to blush, burying his face in your hair. “It’s just…you know…my body has decided that you’re my mate so…it’s preparing to nourish our offspring.”
Your eyes widen before they soften and you smile dopily up at him. “Aww, honey. Love you too.” You lean in to slot your lips against his in a soft kiss.
The two of you stay like that for a long moment until his cock starts to harden up again, pressing insistently inside of you. You pull back, eyeing his chest that is starting to fill up again. San sighs, knowing what’s in your mind, and he pushes his tits together as best he can. Both of you are in for a long night.
Warnings: Cursing, none otherwise, smut warnings under cut
Genre: Smut, scifi/alien au, established relationship au, E for explicit
Summary: San hits his fertile cycle and...something new is involved
Smut Warnings: Unprotected [dont do this], praise, light degredation, dirty talk, subby San, if you squint hair pulling, tentacle sex, breeding kink, lactation kink, male lactation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, if i missed anything let me know
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Lactation collab with @sanjoongie [J'adorerais du lait, s'il te plaît] and @potatomountain !! im obsessed with pretty san and his pretty tits !! and topaz used my greatest weakness to get me to finish my other projects and collabs which resulted in this
please enjoy my pride and shame in one package
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You race through the halls of the spaceship before finally reaching the sickbay, its vacuum sealed door making you raise an eyebrow questioningly. The captain of the ship, Hongjoong, already stands there, a solemn look on his face. “Captain, what’s happening?” you ask, coming to a stop by the stern, decorated, naval officer.
Hongjoong turns to you, his expression weary. “It’s San. He’s…I don’t know what he’s going through. But he refuses to see anyone but you.” You can see the sigh that Hongjoong is holding back. “Something about some cycle, and I’m not in the mood to decipher whatever it is you two lovebirds get up to.”
It takes you a moment, but your face immediately blooms red. There were a lot of things you were willing to share about your relationship with the alien San. How he blushes purple when you kiss him, the way he always makes sure you’re fed because that’s how his species show affection, and many more cute quirks. But not this. Not his…fertile cycle.
Every few months, San’s senses become heightened. His sight, his hearing…and especially his sense of touch. You’ve made him come before just by kissing him senseless, and it’s both amusing and so fucking sexy.
“I’ll deal with it,” you quickly say, shooing Hongjoong away with a flap of your hands. The captain ducks away quickly, eager to no longer be involved.
As soon as he disappears down the hallway, you crack open the door and slip inside. It takes you less than a second for your senses to be filled with the smell of you eyes zeroing in on a flushed, sweaty San covered in slick from his tentacles, his cock, and…your jaw drops open and you shuffle forward automatically to get a better look at the milky liquid dripping from his chest.
“San?” Your voice comes out hoarse and dry.
Your boyfriend’s head snaps towards you, eyes wet with unshed tears, and he lets out a whine. “YN, please,” he slurs, his voice heady with the arousal coursing through him. “I need you…”
You’re so caught up in the sight of his swollen chest that when his tentacles stretch out to wrap around your wrists and gently pull you forward, you follow without a second thought, sitting on the edge of the sickbay bed. “San?” you repeat, reaching out automatically to press the pads of your fingers to his nipple.
The contact sends a jolt through him and his back arches, pushing his chest further into your touch. “YN,” he moans again. “Please.” It’s like he can’t do anything else but beg for his touch, and you’ve never seen him so deep in his fertile cycle before.
As his tentacles wrap loosely around your ankles and wrists, you gingerly lean forwards, pressing your mouth against his. Almost immediately, San presses his tongue into yours, deepening the kiss desperately as his hands reach up and slide up your shirt. As if second nature, you lean into his touch, letting him take pleasure from your lips and your body. Your fingers dig slightly into the flesh of his chest, and San keens, coming all over both of your lower stomachs, the fluid mixing with the milk dripping out of his chest.
You’re sure your eyes are practically popping out of your head, and curiosity wins as you raise your hand to your mouth and lick at the drops of milk trailing down your palm. The taste is sweet, almost like cream, and you can’t help but to moan at the taste.
As soon as the sound leaves your mouth, tentacles wrap around your wrist and waist, tugging you closer until San is able to press his lips against yours again, little whimpers and whines falling from his lips. “Oh, honey,” you giggle, reaching up to tangle your hands in his hair and tug gently. “Aren’t you a pretty sight for me?”
Almost automatically, San’s mouth drops open and he sticks his tongue out eagerly, a silent plea. Knowingly, you indulge him and lean in to suck on his tongue, drawing a few more moans out of your loving alien boyfriend. His hands paw at your shirt needily, fingers fumbling with the buttons until you laugh and take pity, undoing your shirt only for him to grab and rip your bra off.
“God, you waited for me to take my shirt off all nice and then you rip right through that?” You complain teasingly, leaning in close until San is cross eyed. “You really are a slut.”
San immediately lets out another drawn-out moan, not making very much of an argument, and you laugh again, leaning down to kiss him hungrily. It’s like you’re trying to swallow him whole, nipping at his lips and shoving your tongue down his throat. You can feel the wetness from his chest smearing across your own torso, his cock bobbing between your two bodies.
An idea sparks in your head, and you grin wolfishly at San. “Baby, look at me,” you direct, and it takes the blissed-out alien a moment to follow your command. “I want you to fuck me with your tentacles and-”
Before you can even finish your sentence, the tentacles wrapped around your ankles move to shove themselves down your pants and press against your cunt and you breathe in sharply at the feeling. “Please…” San groans, and you bite your lip and shake your head.
“Listen, honey, be good. Or do you want me to walk right back out that door and leave you to your own devices?” You know he could stop you if he truly wanted, wrap his tentacles around you to hold you in place while he fucked you the way he wanted. You know that he has done that before, after you told him he could one evening. But right now, he doesn’t want to just take. He wants you to want it to, he wants you to give it to him.
San nods quickly, frantically, even as drool runs down his chin and pools in his collarbones, mixing with the milk leaking from his chest. “Yes, I’ll be good, I’m good, please…” he begs, his tentacles stopping in place against your dripping cunt.
“Then listen to me, honey,” you tap a finger against his lips, smile growing wider at the way he chases the touch. “I want you to fuck me with your tentacles while I suck and lick the milk from your pretty tits, okay? Can you do that for me?”
San whimpers again, the sound utterly desperate, and you’re honestly on the brink of being as far gone as he is. Deciding to be nice and not make him answer you with a full sentence, you lean down, back arching perfectly, and take a wet nipple into your mouth.
San immediately throws his head back and groans, his cock spurting come all over his chest, but neither him nor you care, knowing that he absolutely can and will take more. As a testament to that, his tentacles finally tear through the seat of your pants, shoving your soaked underwear aside as two of the slick limbs push into your hole immediately.
There’s a bit of a sting and a stretch, but you like it that way, and mouth more at San’s chest. You swear the milk is not helping with how needy you’re feeling, hips rutting back against the slippery limbs entering you in a desperate bid for more. You feel so full, and yet you want as much as you can get, licking at his dark nipples until San cries and comes again.
“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” you praise him through a mouthful of sticky sweet fluid, sucking a mark into his chest and kissing it right after. “Filling me up so good and letting me drink from you. You take such good care of me, Sannie honey, don’t you?”
San can’t really form words any more, hips canting up into your stomach, his cock still hard. When you look down, the tip of it is such a pretty pink, precum beading at the tip and mixing with the come drying on the length of it. He mumbles something about being good, and pouts up at you so sweetly that you can’t help but lean in and press your lips against his again, moaning into his greedy mouth as his tentacles speed up.
“Wanna fill you up,” you can hear him mumble into your mouth, sending vibrations down your spine. “Wanna fuck you full ‘til you can only think of me, wanna make sure you never have to feel empty again…Wanna watch your belly swell with my babies.”
It’s a far-off idea, neither of your bodies compatible with each other without a little bit of scientific engineering, but it’s a thought that makes you clench around his tentacles, eyes rolling back in your head as you groan into his mouth through your orgasm.
San’s hands come up to grip your waist as his hips stutter and he comes for a third time tonight. The amount of liquid that shoots out of his cock doesn’t seem to lessen, your bodies slippery with it. Hongjoong is going to kill both of you.
The thought of being scolded by your captain is pushed to the back of your mind as you scramble to straddle San’s waist, eyes burning as your hands fumble with the scraps remaining of your pants, throwing the fabric off to the side. “I need you to fuck me right now, Sanah, honey,” you declare, and San is all too eager to obey.
His tentacles draw out, leaving you feeling both empty and full, the slick covering them dripping out of your cunt alongside your own wetness. San immediately slides his thick cock right in, coaxing a drawn-out whine from your milk-covered lips. “Fuck, you’re so thick,” you gasp, hips grinding down as you try to get used to the feeling of it inside you again.
San is big normally, but when his fertile cycle hits, it’s almost like his cock doubles in length and girth, hanging heavy between his legs. It took you a long time to be able to take him to the hilt during this, but it pays off as you immediately sink all the way down, his cock pressing into you so deliciously that you immediately collapse onto his chest.
Tentacles wrap around you, and you’re granted barely a moment to breathe before he draws back and thrusts into you so hard that the top of your head grazes his chin. Not that he cares. Right now, he’s massaging his fat tits to draw more beads of milk out of his nipples and down the swell of his chest.
All he has to do is look at you with his big, teary eyes, and you immediately give him what he wants and lick the droplets of milk up before latching on and sucking gently. San groans, head dropping down to rest against your hair, his hips canting up faster and faster until he pushes impossibly deep inside of you and just waits.
It only takes a moment before he’s coming again, filling you up until you feel about to burst, the searing hot cum settling comfortingly in your cunt, spurting out around the ridges of his cock. It doesn’t feel like it’s ever stop, your belly swelling ever so slightly more from the amount of cum pouring into you right now.
San groans, long and satisfied, his hands moving from his chest to your waist, tugging you up until his lips find yours again.
He can taste his milk on your lips, and it makes his dick twitch and shoot a few more weak ropes of cum into you. You pant against his chest, your entwined bodies messy, sticky, hot, and so comfortable.
It takes a long moment before you’re able to clear your mind and look up at San, adoration clear in your eyes but curiosity present as well. “Sannie, honey, that was great, but…milk?”
San has the decency to blush, burying his face in your hair. “It’s just…you know…my body has decided that you’re my mate so…it’s preparing to nourish our offspring.”
Your eyes widen before they soften and you smile dopily up at him. “Aww, honey. Love you too.” You lean in to slot your lips against his in a soft kiss.
The two of you stay like that for a long moment until his cock starts to harden up again, pressing insistently inside of you. You pull back, eyeing his chest that is starting to fill up again. San sighs, knowing what’s in your mind, and he pushes his tits together as best he can. Both of you are in for a long night.
okay but virgin! san who’s more than ready to please you, eagerly lapping at your wet folds messily. he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing, he’s just using the sweet melody of your moans as his guide, a hint that you’re enjoying yourself. his tongue explores places he never knew existed, places that have now become his favorites. his fingers are everywhere, stroking every inch of skin he can, loving phalanges providing sweet touches on your hips as they drew unintelligible scribbles.
the muscles of his tongue feel the way your walls clench around it greedily, which only incites him to keep pushing it down, excited to stretch you fully.
on the other hand, you’re holding on to the messy sheets underneath you for dear life, fingers clamping around the soft fabric as your knuckles turn a pretty shade of white.
because you understand your boyfriend’s eagerness. but fucking hell, this is the fourth time you’ve come.
“g-god, sannie— stop, ’s too much—“
the moment you mutter the word “stop”, he buries the entire length of his skillful tongue inside your tight, gushing walls. and the way you clench around him immediately makes his eyes roll back. he successfully rips a cry out of you, your trembling hands dart towards his messy locks, driven by a single purpose: to grip them tightly whilst you come undone, completely helpless under him. he swirls his tongue around your sensitive, overstimulated clit as he helps you to ride your orgasm.
if he was in love with you before, he’s utterly consumed by you now.
“fuck baby i know ‘s too much—” he pulls away to speak, his raspy and growly voice sending the most delicious chills down your spine.
and shit. the way he’s staring at you is immaculate. brown intoxicated eyes, dilated from lust pierce into your soul like daggers as messy locks of hair fall gracefully over his lashes; all while a soft red blush strikes his cheekbones, belying the sinful scene. a clear, viscous string of your creamy fluids clings to the corner of his swollen lips.
the divine sight of him like this is going to be stuck in your head for a long time: between your legs, just done eating your pussy to the bone.
“but you’re taking it like such a good girl.” he deposits the gentlest kiss on your inner thigh, the feathery stroke of his lips over your sensitive skin tickling you a bit. “please just let me give ya another one. pretty please, baby.”
he begs. he fucking begs, with a tilted head and those undeniably beautiful doe eyes staring into your soul, only releasing the most primitive side of you.
and how can you ever deny him a treat?
“o-okay.” you whisper, almost embarrassed of your words; as if this whole situation wasn’t shameless enough. you aren’t sure how much more of what he was dishing out you could take, but san’s already set in his mind; he’s going to push you to your goddamn limits. because eating your pussy is now his addiction and obsession. and if that means doing it until the only sound escaping your lips are silent cries and his name, then he’s more than happy to comply.
cw: smut (18+), drunk!san with needy-desperate vibes (as always), afab!reader, friends-to-lovers, praise kink, mommy kink, handjob, nipple play (m!recieving), breeding kink, unprotected piv, eternal boner (you'll find out), mention of asian glow, san's fancam, not beta-read, etc.
wc: 4k (wow)
note: I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH LIKE THREE 1/4 DONE FICS BUT INSTEAD IM DOING THIS :) also i get asian glow too, so i love the representation i'm getting with drunk-teez!
1 shot
tonight was supposed to involve a pregame at your place before bar-hopping, but somebody decided to ditch you and turn in early (wooyoung). of course, it wasn't until 9:30 that you got the text.
you'd been waiting so patiently, only having one drink. you were saving the rest to share with your friends once he arrived. it was supposed to be the three of you, but now it's just--
2 shots
"maybe he's just tired because of work or something?"
san is sweet, trying to lighten your disappointment.
he just took his second shot, barely wincing as he swallows it quickly before gently setting the glass back on the counter -- you can tell he's trying to hide his distaste for the liquor.
"he's just hungover because he decided to go out without us last night, sannie..." you drone, "he's probably sleeping off the club."
"hm, you're probably right. but if he were here, it probably wouldn't be that fun if he's hungover."
"that's true..."
you pour another round of shots.
3 shots
"hey, let's play a game." san looks at you with bright eyes.
you can see it already -- the flush spreading across his cheeks. for such a big guy, he sure get tipsy easily.
"what kind of game? there's only the two of us."
"how about...apateu?"
"with two people?" he nods with a cute little smile. how could you deny him? "sure, if you want"
5 shots (for san)
you bite back an adoring smile as you watch san down a second shot. his expressions are a lot freer now, letting himself wince just from the smell of tequila, followed by a grossed-out groan after he takes it.
"okay, maybe we should stop. you've lost twice already." he's not very good at this game -- even when you let him pick the number for each turn.
"no, no, let's go again!" his eyes are glazed over, lids heavy from the liquor as he tries to convince you to continue.
you let a smile crack as you watch him sway prettily in front of you, "...you seem a lot more drunk than me though."
"hm?" he smiles back, "that's okay? right?"
you can't help but laugh at his adorableness. he picks up your shot glass and nudges it closer to you.
"just take one, so we're even."
it might just be the liquor, or that pretty blush on his face, but you're feeling bold.
"mm, but you had two, baby."
you say it so casually, yet he reacts to that word immediately. his expression is quickly replaced with something needy.
oh, so he liked that....
"t-then take two." he suggests with a stutter.
you pour yourself one more, right to the brim, and he watches on in awe. you drink it easily, enjoying the way san's eyes stare at your lips as you lick them clean.
"i don't think we're gonna make it to the bars tonight." you tease.
his small shy smile returns, "just stay here...with me, then."
5 shots + a glass of water (for san)
you guide san to the couch with a glass of water in your hand.
barely a few steps from the kitchen counter, he makes you stop for a moment so he can clumsily lace his fingers with yours.
"it's more secure" he murmurs shyly.
you don't say anything as you continue to lead him into the living room, but when you turn away you're biting your lip to stop yourself from pouncing on him.
you're afraid that your cuteness aggression will scare him away.
he immediately picks up a pillow to snuggle against his chest as he sits down. always needing something in his lap...
he looks up at you, all pink cheeks and smiles, as you set the glass of water down on the coffee table in front of him.
you sit down next to him and settle against the plush seat with a sigh.
"what now?" he asks eager and curious.
eager for what?
"well, first, drink some water," san obediently takes a few sips of water as you continue to speak, "do you want to watch a movie or something?"
you were planning on letting him crash on the couch, but how could you leave him when he's looking at you like that?
"hm..." he puts the glass down before looking back at you with a shy expression, "can we watch something else?"
"like what?"
"can i show you some of my fancams?"
"...fancams...?"
"yeah, i want to show you how i look in concert."
you almost giggle from how shy he's being. isn't tequila supposed to make you bolder?
"sannie, i've been to your concerts."
he pouts -- actually pouts, "but you haven't seen them like this!"
how could you deny him?
"ok, ok, let's have a look then."
you try to give him the remote to look it up, but he immediately struggles to type with it -- even turning off the tv at some point -- so you have to take over.
"so it's...'san fancam--'" you press in each letter individually.
"'--ice on my teeth 241115'" he finishes for you.
"...1...5..."
you finally type it all in and click on the video. you see woo (the ditcher of the night, you remind yourself) crouching in front of a sleekly dressed san, who looks very different from the soft and cuddly man next to you.
"how do you remember all of the numbers for the title?" you question as you finally relax back onto the couch.
he shrugs, "i dunno, i just do -- wait, start it over, we were talking during the start!"
"san, it's been like, two seconds."
"please??"
you start it over to placate him.
as you watch the video, you notice how quiet he is next to you.
he must be really into his own fancams...
you get it though. you've never watched his fancams before (you've only seen woo's because he forces you to binge them with him whenever you facetime), but he looks really good in that long coat, glasses, and with his hair slicked back like that, hitting every note with that stupidly handsome look on his face.
he looks so serious...so domineering. delectable.
so...not how you usually see him.
you turn to look at him, wondering if he's just as entranced by himself as you are -- but he's already looking at you.
you feel your cheeks heat up as you're caught ogling your friend, right in front of him.
"so...? do you like it?"
"yeah, it was a good performance, san."
"sannie." he corrects, "do you really like it, or are you just saying that?"
"no, i really like it--"
"which part? do you like the outfit? a lot of people say they like that outfit on me the most. but there's also one where i have on a see-through top..." he starts to ramble.
oh, now you know what he's looking for.
your voice is soft as you coo to him, "you looked great up there, sannie. so talented...and handsome." he smiles sheepishly as you compliment him, "did you show this to me because you wanted to show off? show me how good you are in front of a crowd?"
now he's shy.
"just wanted to know if you liked what you see."
you cradle his face with your hand, "you're so cute, baby," he melts against your touch, nuzzling his warm cheek against you, "just want some praise, hm?"
it's crazy that you have this man falling apart for you with a few words and a bare touch of your hand.
on stage, he looks so regal and put together.
right here? he looks undeniably soft and malleable.
"do you like me?"
"of course, i do." you caress his cheek with your thumb, enjoying the heat that radiates off his skin, "you're a sweetheart."
"no, like, do you like-like me?" his eyes meet yours, wide with hope and yearning.
"what, are we in middle school?" you tease.
he whines softly, "im serious"
you ignore his question and throw it back at him.
"do you like me?"
he's hesitant, timid, but eventually --
"mhm."
"oh really? since when?"
"since forever."
"why didn't you tell me?"
"because..." san briefly looks away, "because i don't know if you like me"
your hand drifts from his jaw to his chin. you can't help but admire his perfect features -- his fluffy hair, dark brows, intense eyes, cute nose, and...his lips.
you carefully glide your thumb over his pretty bottom lip, enamored by how pretty and pink it is.
he stutters out a breath.
"and if i do?"
"c-can you kiss me?" he sounds so sweet and timid when he asks. his eyes eagerly glance down at your lips as you drag his bottom lip down, revealing his pearly white teeth.
you're mesmerized by his mouth. you press against his perfect teeth and he opens up immediately, letting you drag your thumb against his soft tongue. he sucks it in, laving sweetly against the sensitive pad of your finger as he stares up at you, eager to please.
"such a good boy~"
he whines, brows furrowing in desperate need. what a sweet sound.
you move your hand from his mouth so you can get in a better position. you shift from the couch to his lap, wanting to feel his body against yours. his arms immediately loop around your body, finding your waist so he can press you closer.
you dip in, hand at the base of his neck to control him, and nudge your nose against his -- just to tease him. he tries to push up and press his lips to yours, but you stop him, hand firmly holding him back.
"what am i gonna do with you?" you shake your head, "silly boy..."
he looks confused, brows tighten together endearingly, an expression that's slightly embarrassed.
"i-i thought you wanted to kiss."
"did i say that?"
"n-no, but--"
"you think you're so pretty that anyone would let you hit?" your hand moves up to the center of his neck. you press gently on the sides of his throat, pulling a groan from his lips. "mm...maybe you are pretty..."
he shivers from the praise. you can tell he's trying to hold back, but he's still subtly trying to move his hips under you, desperate for any type of friction.
"please? just one kiss?"
"just one?" you ghost your lips on his.
he whimpers at the feeling. you guess his lips are especially sensitive.
"please"
you give in, leaning against his silky pink lips. you feel him melt against you, sighing into it like it's the sweet relief of water in a barren desert. he desperately attempts to pull you closer by your waist, but you're already firmly pressed against him.
he deepens the kiss, delicately licking against the seam of lips before diving in and dragging his tongue against yours. you taste the tequila and lust -- it makes you hungry for more. he moans prettily when you nip at his lips, sucking on the sweet, sensitive skin until it gets all puffy and plump.
when you break the kiss, he attempts to chase your lips for more, not ready to separate. you dodge his advances with an amused smile, loving how needy he is already.
"you said one kiss"
"mmm, i think i messed up on that one..." he swipes his tongue over his swollen lips as he stares hungrily at yours, eyelids heavy but gaze wanting, "can we try again?"
“maybe if you earn it again…”
he groans, “fuck,” he presses his hips against yours, making you feel how hard he is under his pants, “but i need you so bad, mommy.”
hearing that word slip from his beautiful lips almost makes you melt into a puddle, right on his lap. if it weren’t for the way you were straddling him, your thighs would’ve immediately pressed together from the amount of need you were feeling.
you press down on him just as eagerly, panting from the pressure of his hard cock against your aching clit.
"yeah? you gonna be a good boy and fill me up?"
"mhmm~" his deep voice drones, vibrating from his chest against yours, "please let me -- i need to be inside of you."
you roll your hips against him, coaxing cute whimpers from him with every press.
"think you deserve it?" you taunt. san can't even answer you, merely nodding with his eyes squeezed shut, reveling in the feeling of your body grinding against his.
your hands move down from his neck, over his chest and stomach before settling right against his covered cock. you can feel the way he twitches under his pants, desperately begging for attention.
he groans when you press against him, the minimal pressure is already too much for him to handle.
"you're already so hard for me." you stroke him over his pants, feeling the perfect contours of his erection even when separated by the fabric.
"m'always hard for you" he slurs, hips subtly flexed upwards in an attempt to feel more of you.
"let me see." you unbutton his pants with ease and use a bit of force to pull them off just far enough to reveal his pretty cock and the top of his legs. his blushing tip weeps delicately with beads of cum, already spilling against his shaft -- evidence of how close he already is to the edge.
when you wrap your hand around him, his body stiffens and his hands instantly grip over the top of your thighs to ground himself.
"w-wait...not yet--" he begs, head thrown back in ecstasy.
you haven't even done anything yet.
"sannie," you can feel him throbbing against your fingers, "baby, are you okay?"
"d-don't move." he shudders, "i m-might--"
you watch his facial expressions closely as you squeeze your fist around him, nearly drooling from the way his eyebrows scrunch together with intensity.
"oops..." you fail to hide your smile but it doesn't matter, he can't see it anyway. you swipe your thumb against the edge of his tip, massaging that sweet spot as his legs begin to shake.
you slip your other hand under his shirt, feeling up his muscled torso to his heaving chest. his skin is warm and smooth against your fingers and it makes you want to leave pretty marks all over him.
his back arches when you lazily drag your index finger against his nipple. you circle your finger around it experimentally and the needy bud hardens from your teasing touch.
"sensitive boy..." you hum.
he whimpers sweetly, "t-too much--"
you ignore his words and pinch his nipple. his mouth opens and he's barely able to take a handful of breaths before he's crying out in broken moans and thrusting against your hand. you work him through it with hushed praises, letting him fuck your fist until he's too weak to continue.
you take your other hand and run your fingers through his hair lovingly as his climax moves through him before caressing the back of his flushed neck. his overstimulated body shivers against your gentle touch, but he still leans into it.
he made a mess.
his cum spurted all over -- spilling over your hand and dripping on your lap -- so now, your pants (and his) are ruined. when san finally calms down a bit, he peeks down at the mess as well.
"i-i'm sorry, i tried to hold it in..." he stares at you with rounded eyes, sparkling with shame and embarrassment.
you tilt your head as you regard the flushed man before you, "if you're gonna be so messy, clean it up." he cowers slightly at your taunting words.
"h-how..."
you lift the hem of his shirt wordlessly and -- after a moment of confusion -- he obediently raises his arms to let you take it off. he watches on with a surprised expression as you bundle it up and use it to wipe your hands and lap.
"what? you thought i'd make you lick it up?" you tease, "didn't know you were that much of a pervert."
"i-no, i d-don't know." he stammers.
you accidentally brush against him as you're cleaning up and his body jolts harshly from the feeling. you gently move the shirt away and notice that he's still hard.
how the fuck--
he can feel your stare.
"u-um...it's..." he attempts to cover himself up with his hands, "this is normal." you throw his shirt to the side and take him by the wrists. you move his hands away and his cock twitches from your attention.
"is it?" when you look up at his face he's blushing, thoroughly embarrassed by his needy body.
"only...when i think of you." he says quietly, "y-you can just ignore it though." he stares at the way your smaller hands wrap around his wrists.
cute.
just to see what he'd do, you put his hands on your body, leading them up from your hips to your chest. he immediately gropes your tits in his large hands, letting out a pathetic noise.
"didn't know you were so insatiable..." you push him away and get off of his lap. he whines from the loss of contact but as soon as he sees you start to strip for him, he's silent, watching on in awe.
you pull off your shirt but leave your bra on -- just another way to tease and deprive him of what he wants. next, you shimmy off your pants before throwing them in his lap.
"look at the stains you left on them," you pout, "those were new." (no they weren't) "you're gonna have to buy me a new pair."
"yeah, o-ok, i'll buy you anything you want..." san ignores the pants and continues to stare at you with a cute spaced-out expression, refusing to miss even a second of you nearly naked in front of him.
he looks so good sitting there, waiting so patiently for you. his broad shoulders -- that stretch every shirt he owns -- lift every so often with the deep breaths he's taking.
his bare body is tan and fucking chiseled, you swear you could get off just grinding on his stupidly perfect abs. and the way he's keeping his hands to himself, despite how eager his cock stands for you.
when you start to approach him again, he shoves the stained clothing away to make room for you. you caress his face as you settle on top of him again.
"don't worry, baby, i'll help you."
"fuck, please."
back on top of him, you roll your hips so your covered cunt just barely grazes his hard cock. he lets out a helpless groan from the bare touch.
"oops, i forgot to take these off..." you snap the waistband of your panties against your hips, "is it okay if we just shove them to the side?" you ask, guiding his hand to feel the lace that decorates the edges.
he tugs at the fabric with thinly veiled frustration. you're surprised he hasn't lost it already. you loop your arms around his neck, letting him touch as much of you as he wants.
his hand travels under your thighs to press right over your clothed center.
"just don't mess these up too, okay?"
"i'll try my best" he presses the pads of his fingers against your cunt, feeling your wet slick soak through the thin fabric of your underwear. "f-fuck, you're already dripping."
"i'm all ready for you, sannie..." you press your hips against his hand, "you could probably just slip it right in" you whisper.
that's all the convincing it takes for him to push his hand under the fabric and run his finger against the soft lips of your cunt.
"feels good, baby~" you shove your face against the crook of his neck, mouthing and nipping against his skin. he hums gratefully at the praise -- it almost sounds like he's purring.
your slick coats his fingers as he rubs them against your sopping hole, gently pressing into you until you stretch around him. you bite your lip as he thrusts into you shallowly, barely able to finger-fuck you correctly because of how far his arm is stretched around your body.
you swear you're making a mess of his hand, dripping everywhere because of how much you want him inside of you. you pull your face away from his neck, eyes locking with his, "sannie, just fuck me."
you lift your hips up enough to press his weeping cock against you.
"b-but what about--"
you pull him in for a kiss and he immediately leans into it, melting against you once again. if you weren't so horny, you'd gush over how easy he is for you.
"don't worry, baby, i can take it."
san listens, pulling your panties to the side so he can position himself against you. he runs his cock against the seam of your cunt a few times to lubricate himself enough before slowly pushing against you. you press down at the same time, legs shaking slightly as your body stretches to accommodate his size.
"o-oh, fuck!" he chokes out, overwhelmed by the feeling of your soaking cunt sucking him in. you both moan when you sit all the way down, letting him fill you to the brim.
"mm...you fill me up so good, baby." you sigh, starting to roll your hips against him. he's so big that he presses against all the special spots inside of you with every move you make.
his hips involuntarily jerk upwards every time you lift your hips away from him, desperately needing to feel you all around him. he'd probably like cockwarming, you think -- or you would think if he wasn't fucking the thoughts from your mind.
"m-mommy, it's -- too much--" his hands wrap around your waist, squeezing faint bruises into your skin as he grapples with the feeling of your tightness fluttering around him.
your head tilts back as you speed up against him, "be good, sannie..." your breaths come out short and labored, "let mommy use your cock -- mm...fuck, yes." your mind is hazy as he hits all the right places inside of you.
he whines, pressing his face against your chest as you move against him, "i don't think i'm going to last." he twitches inside of you, already worked up to the edge.
"then go ahead," you breathe, "cum in me."
you feel the way his hips flex at the thought of filling you up, of making a mess out of you.
"i-i shouldn't..." he says -- but he's fucking up against you harder.
"why not, sannie?" you taunt, "don't want to get me pregnant?"
he lifts his head from your chest to look at you, "p-pregnant?"
"mhm," you smile down at him, "give me your babies so i can't go anywhere."
you're suddenly pressed against his hips, hard, his cock stretching you to your limit. you can feel him everywhere. you moan loudly, cunt fluttering uncontrollably from the intense pleasure he's pressing into you.
"you'd be mine?" he questions with an eager tone, almost innocently so. you can feel the way he throbs inside of you, just a touch away from tipping over the edge.
he refuses to move until you answer him.
so you try to. at least with the 1% of brain power he leaves you with.
"a-and you'd be mine." you can barely focus on the words you want to say.
san starts to shallowly thrust into you, "i'm already yours..."
"then i'm yours too."
his hands cradle your face as you continue to move against each other more desperately. he guides your face to his, pressing his lips against yours messily, teeth dragging and tongues mingling.
it's like he's only doing it to taste you. to feel you because he can't believe you're real. to claim your whole body because he can't take being away from you, even by a few centimeters.
you reach your highs together, moving perfectly in sync until you're both shaking in pleasure. you feel his hot cum fill you up, spurt after spurt -- so much in fact, you can feel it start to drip out of you, down his cock, and onto his lap.
"fuck, i might actually get pregnant from this." you say to yourself.
♡ Warnings: cursing, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)
♡ Genre: smut, fluff, rated E for explicit, established relationship au
♡ Summary: You get home to see Jung Wooyoung in silver hair. Shenanigans ensue after a quick reassurance of love
♡ Smut warnings: oral (male receiving), dirty talk, deep throating, praise, some begging. Implications of fingering (if anything is missed, please let me know!)
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JUNG FUCKING WOOYOUNG!!!! the title of this doc is, and I quote, 'WOOYOUNG FCKING HAIRRRRRR'. So I hope that gave you some insight into my mental state writing this in about 56 minutes. Yes I timed it
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It was a good day, you think. You woke up early, work wasn’t hard, and you're just happy to go home and cuddle the love of your life, your boyfriend. He’s been going through a rough patch recently, and you just want to cuddle him.
As you swing the door open, you’re already smiling wide. “Wooyoungie–”
You’re cut short by the sight of Wooyoung sitting on the couch, eyes wide as he awaits your reaction to his silver hair.
Silver. Hair.
You stand in the doorway for a long moment, eyes flying straight to his hair as you process the change.
Wooyoung fidgets nervously, running a hand through his newly bleached locks. “Well? What do you think? I wanted to surprise you…” he trails off, nervousness evident in his expression. He stands up, moving closer to you with tentative steps. “I know it’s a big change but…I felt like I needed something different. Do– do you hate it? I can always dye it back if you prefer it black. I don’t want hair that you’d hate.”
Slowly, you set your bag down on the floor and take a small step towards him, mouth opening. No sound comes out at first, but then– “Wooyoung…” you begin, mouth suddenly dry. “I’m going to need you to tell me ‘no’ in about five seconds before I give you the best head of your life, if you don’t want it. Because you look incredibly sexy right now, and I need to have my mouth on you as soon as possible.”
Wooyoung’s eyes widen in shock, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks at your bold declaration. “YN!” he gasps, caught completely off guard by your intense reaction. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to regain his composure. “I– I mean, yes. Wait– no. Not yet. As much as I want to, I need to talk to you about something. About us. Can we sit down?”
A little punched-out whimper escapes your mouth even as you nod slowly. “Ah– yes. We can talk if you want.” Your eyes still haven’t left his hair, and your hands are trembling with need, but you respect his wishes and sit on the couch stiffly. Wooyoung finds it a little amusing, and makes no effort to hide his smile.
He sits beside you, angling his body to face you directly. “I want you to know…I really appreciate you, YN. The way you’ve stayed by my side despite how clocked out I was the past few weeks. It means a lot to me. I love you so much, and I want to show you how much I appreciate you.” Wooyoung takes your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a sweet kiss to your knuckles.
“Oh, Wooyoung,” you sigh, squeezing his hands gently. “I love you too. You deserve all of my love, and I want you to be as happy as you can possibly be. It’s always been, and always will be my pleasure to go through your ups and downs with you.”
Wooyoung’s eyes sparkle and he leans in closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you for loving me, even when I’m being difficult,” he hums, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the greatest gift in my life.”
You melt into his embrace, your hands coming up to wrap around his waist. “I love you so much, Wooyoung. More than anything in the world,” you murmur against his skin.” There’s a pregnant pause. “...Can I please suck you off now? Or at least kiss you silly? I think I’m going to cry if I can’t do that at least.”
Wooyoung chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Wow, you really don’t waste any time, do you?” he teases lightly, but you can hear the arousal in his voice. He cups your face tenderly, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “I suppose we did talk, right? Go ahead, baby.”
He leans back, patting his lap invitingly, and that’s all you need. Immediately, you clamber into his lap, cupping his face and kissing him deeply. His lips are parted for you, mouth sweet, and you lick into it greedily, Your hands move up to tangle in his silver hair as you grind your hips down.
“Fuck, Wooyoung,” you moan. “Look so damn good with your hair, wanna tell you how pretty you are…”
Wooyoung moans into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips as you grind down into him. “Ah, YN,” he pants between kisses, a deep flush spreading across his face at your words. “Pretty? If you think I’m pretty, I must be doing something right.” He preens slightly at the compliment, clearly pleased by your reaction.
Trailing hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck, Wooyoung’s hands slip under your shirt, caressing the skin of your stomach. You whine again, hands sliding down to tug at his pants. “Wooyoungie, please,” you mumble into his mouth, “want you to fuck my throat, want you to use my mouth.”
At your filthy request, Wooyoung’s hips buck involuntarily. “YN…the things you say to me…” he groans, quickly undoing his pants, freeing his already-hardening cock. “Come on, baby, open wide. Gonna feed you this thick cock until you’re choking on it.”
He grips the base firmly, squeezing just hard enough for him to suck in his breath through his teeth. Carefully, he shuffles forward on his knees to rub the leaking tip across your lips. “Stick out that pretty tongue for me. Beg for it, YN. Tell me how badly you need my dick in your mouth.”
You open your mouth eagerly, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him with eyes filled with need. “Please, Wooyoung. I need your cock so badly. Want to taste you, want to choke on your thick cock. Use my mouth however you want, fill my mouth with your cum. Please, Wooyoung.”
Unable to resist your desperate pleas any longer, Wooyoung groans. “So good for me, begging so sweetly.” He slowly pushes forward, the head of his length parting your lips and sliding over your tongue. One hand tangles in your hair, guiding your movements as he gradually increases his pace. “That’s it, take it all. Gonna fuck your mouth so good.” He pistons his hips faster, chasing his pleasure although the grip on your hair gentles into a caress.
Your eyes roll back as you moan around his cock, the sight of him fucking your mouth so nicely with his silver hair hanging over into his face makes you so eager. Your hands scrabble at his thighs, trying to tug him impossibly closer as you swallow around his girth. You’re sure your panties are soaked through, but you couldn’t care less right now.
Wooyoung is just as affected as you, lost in the sensation of your mouth and the way your throat throbs around him. Just for a moment, he pulls out and leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Look up at me, baby. Wanna see your eyes while I use your throat,” he whispers against your forehead before straightening up and sliding back into your mouth. “You’re amazing, you know that? Taking me so well, so willing. Are you gonna swallow it all when I come?”
You nod as best you can with your hair in his hand and his cock down your throat. “‘M good, I’ll swallow it all,” you moan when he pulls out, jaw dropping open and letting him thrust back in. Your hips jerk up automatically as you swallow around him and suck hard.
Wooyoung throws his head back with a guttural moan as your throat constricts around him. “Fuck, yes, just like that. Swallow it all.” He buries himself to the hilt one last time, pulsing and twitching as he reaches orgasm. Hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat and fill your mouth as he holds your head in place.
It takes him a minute before he slowly pulls out of your mouth, panting heavily as he looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and affection. You’re too busy trying to swallow down his load and wipe your lips of the remnants of his cum that you squeak in surprise as he dips his head down to kiss you, licking into your mouth to taste himself.
“I love you so much, baby,” he hums, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to help you sit up and to pull you closer to him.
“Mmh, love you too,” you murmur, curling into his embrace and eyes fluttering shut.
You’re just about ready to take a nap on the couch when his hand slides down your pants and presses against your cunt through your wet underwear. Your eyes fly open to see Wooyoung grinning crookedly at you.
🥛Lactation San collab with @daddyfordaeddy & @potatomountain
🥛Pairing: Android! Choi San x Owner! Reader (f)
🥛Genre: smut, pwp
🥛Au: sci-fi au, futuristic au, android au
🥛Trope: established relationship, power dynamic
🥛Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
🥛Word Count: 1,504
🥛Warnings: sub! san, dom! reader, male lactation, blue milk (peep star wars fans), chest play (m), drinking milk from san's tits, nipple play (m), coming untouched
🥛Summary: after becoming obsessed with your luvbot's chest, you decide some upgrades are in order.
“Babe?” San called out, sounding very distressed.
“I’m coming, Sannie,” you answered, pulling off your blanket and putting down your kindle.
San had been in the kitchen hand washing the dishes, so you padded towards the kitchen, and then your jaw hit the floor.
You may have paid for some secret upgrades for your A-Teez Luvbot. Sannie didn’t know, but you had installed a lactation pump within his chest and chose a custom blue milk. The upgrade was also supposed to amp up his chest sensitivity. Setting it to ‘surprise me!’, it was only a matter of time before San felt the repercussions.
San still had the hot pink latex gloves he had been wearing while doing the dishes. He was holding his arms out, and his ample chest was on display. The milk had leaked out on his grey tank top, and your eyes just about rolled into the back of your head.
“I think I’m broken,” San pouted.
“Oh, baby,” you cooed sympathetically. “I’m sure it’s just an odd glitch. Let me see.”
You groped his chest, squeezing his pecs, and the big baby whimpered at the stimulation.
“Did that hurt?” You faked worry, dropping your hands immediately.
San made a noise of frustration, his eyebrows furrowing cutely, and stripped off the rubber gloves. “No, it didn’t hurt.”
You cocked your head curiously. “What did it feel like?”
“They’re…” You watched as San’s eyes moved around the room like he’d find the words hanging from the ceiling. “...sensitive.”
“Poor Sannie,” you continued to sympathize.
You moved to cup his chest again, flicking a thumb over his nipple, where his tank top was wet. San let out a soft gasp and sucked down on his lower lip.
“...did you like that?” You purred.
San nodded his head. “I really liked that.”
“Let’s get this dirty tank top off you, hmmm?’ You hummed.
San pouted and protested at the same time. “I’m not dirty.”
“I mean, you’re leaking something, Sannie,” you scolded him.
His lower lip trembled even more. “Help me.”
“I’m going too,” You assured him.
You pulled the hem of his tank top out of his jeans, effectively untucking it, and slowly pulled it upwards, revealing his wonderfully muscled body. You swallowed dryly when you came to his chest. The blue milk was barely leaking, just a few droplets becoming creamy blue milk. It was glorious to behold. You finished pulling his tank top off and threw it to the floor beside San’s gloves.
You leaned forward and sniffed the fluid near his nipples. You knew it was edible. That was the point, but for the sake of posterity, you did your due diligence.
“Smells lovely,” you murmured.
You squeezed one peck and watched in awe as some milk spilled out upon encouragement. San whimpered again, his eyes big and dark and wet. His face was getting red, and he was about to speak in perma-pout all day.
“Don’t do that,” He pouted cutely.
“I’m helping you, Sannie,” you spared him a glance. “Do you want me to stop helping you?”
“No, but! Why does it feel good?”
“Maybe it’s a surprise update?” You offered.
San’s eyes whirled with turquoise, showing that he was connecting to his hard drive. “I don’t show any--wait a minute, what’s this?”
Oh shit, it was time for a distraction.
You wrapped your tongue around San’s nipple and pulled it into your mouth. You started to suck the blue milk out of his chest, and San groaned. His hand came behind your head and cupped it, pushing you further against him. His milk was sweet and creamy, sorta like if you bought a blue-raspberry flavored float. The hints of vanilla were perfect. You had no regrets.
“Fuck,” San whined again. “Feels so good.”
You popped off his tit and couldn't help but smile. Your hand rubbed over the hard-on he was sporting now. San’s hips bucked into your touch. “You want some more help, Sannie?”
“Please,” San begged.
With your hands on San’s narrow hips, you guided him backwards into the living room that was attached to the kitchen. Once the back of his legs hit the couch, San sat down without further prompting. His eyes looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
“I’ll take care of you, sweet boy,” You said while cupping his face with both your hands.
“Is it okay?” San wondered, always worried about you first and foremost.
“Oh, this is so hot, San, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” You assured him.
Your hands further cupped San’s head, digging into his hair as you gave him a throaty kiss. San groaned into it and you ground yourself down on his hard-on. Your lips parted and pressed, slipping into the blackhole that was San’s lips. He let out small cries as you did so, only encouraging you further.
You trailed your lips over his jawline, down his neck, and started to lick and suck at his collarbones. You left love bites and began to continue a path down his tits. You laid your tongue flat and started to lick San’s nipple. You flicked the tip of your tongue when you hit the peak of his nipple, again and again, causing San to choke on a moan.
“Do you like it when I play with your nipples, Sannie?” You cooed.
“They’re so much more sensitive than normal… is this how you feel?” San asked in bewilderment.
You hummed happily in agreement and repeated the motion with his other nipple until both were stiff peaks. That’s when you moved to your knees in between San’s spread legs. This way you could suck his nipples and press his hard on through his pants.
“Oh my god,” San whimpered, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Like it when I suck on your nipples and play with the head of your cock, Sannie?” You teased.
You gently pulled at one nipple between your teeth and San’s legs pressed shut by instinct. The bigger Luvbot started to pant like he was in a rut. There was an upgrade for that too, but that was a whole other story.
“Care-careful,” He stuttered.
You let go of his nipple with your teeth. “I said I’d take care of you, Sannie,” You reassured him. “You trust me, right?”
San cupped your head, a sweet smile revealing his dimples. “Of course I do, Babe.”
San let your hands push his thighs back open. He watched with big eyes as they traveled up his tense thighs, fluttered up his stomach, and you stopped to admire his chest. His nipples were weeping now after you had started to play with them. You leaned forward and followed the rivulet that was streaming down his pecs and over his abs, if only to capture his nipple once again. You sucked hard, squeezing his pec, and San cried out.
“Feels, feels so good,” San groaned. “It’s like you’re sucking my dick the way you suck my nipples.”
You popped off his nipple, feeling mischievous. “You’ve heard about women coming from just breast and nipple stimulation, right?”
San’s eyes widened comedically but cutely. “Yeah but--!”
“That would be so hot,” You whispered. “If you came undone with your pants still on. Untouched. Oh, Sannie.”
San sucked down on his lower lip. “Yeah?”
You fell to his other nipple, licking and sucking, alternating to make sure that his nipples didn’t get so sensitive that it started to hurt; all you wanted was for your Luvbot to feel pleasure.
San’s head began to toss back and forth, moaning your name. “I’m gonna come, please please, I’m gonna come. Feels so good, feels so fucking good, please, I’m gonna--!!!”
When San let out a long, broken cry, you sat back on the balls of your feet to watch a wet spot develop on San’s pants. His nipples continued to leak. His mouth was red from all the kissing and lip biting. His eyes were hooded from just coming. You wanted to commit this view for memory forever.
You stood up, intending to get a warm washcloth, but San’s hand snaked around your wrist before you could fully leave. “Don’t go,” He said huskily.
So instead, you curled against his side as he enjoyed his comedown. You moved his hair out of his eyes as he blinked tiredly. “Such a good Sannie,” You murmured.
“I was good?” San said, his voice breaking slightly.
You saw the tears coming immediately. San could be so emotionally sensitive after he came.
“Course, Baby, you’re the best,” You chirped.
You leaned over and gave him a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek, provoking him to break out in a sunshine smile even though his bottom lip was trembling and his eyes were still watery.
He frowned when he looked down at his chest, still leaking the blue, milky fluid. “Are you sure I’m not broken?”
You laughed throatily. “No, my sweet baby, you’re not broken. You’re perfect.”
pairing: wooyoung x f! fortune teller! yn x yeosang
word count: 2869
warnings: cursing, in-depth divination tactics, smut warnings under cut
genre: fortune teller au, carnival setting, smut, some crack, e for explicit
summary: after hearing rumors, wooyoung would like to see the fabled fortune teller himself. and he drags his unsuspecting best friend, yeosang, along.
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part two of dickvination collab with @flurrys-creativity, @sanjoongie, @potatomountain, and @mingsolo <3 this one is a duo between doom and i and i hope u all enjoy! hehehehehe can be read as a standalone
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smut warnings: oral (m and f), fingering (f), come swallowing, come eating, some petnames (they refer to yn as miss), if im missing any lmk!
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“Come on, it’ll be fine. It’s just a little divination,” Wooyoung laughs, taking Yeosang’s hand and tugging him down the makeshift path between tents. “You’ll have fun, Sang.”
Yeosang glances behind himself worriedly. “How is some old lady staring at my palm fun?” he asks incredulously.
“I hope you know I take offence at that,” your silky smooth voice calls out, and both Wooyoung and Yeosang whirl around to see you standing just outside of your tent, holding the flap open with one hand. “I don't think I’m that old, and I can do a lot more than just palm reading.
“I’m sorry,” Yeosang bows his head, slightly ashamed. “I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“You could make it up to me by letting me do a reading,” you chuckle, and Yeosang nods in agreement after a little hesitation. “Make your way in, both of you.”
Wooyoung pushes Yeosang in first before turning to you and saying in a hushed tone, “I heard–”
“I know what you’re here for, Jung Wooyoung,” you laugh. “Go in the tent and make sure your friend won’t bolt. You’ll get what you’re coming here for.” Wooyoung’s eyes widen and he hurriedly steps into the tent, and you follow shortly after, letting the flap close with a soft sound.
“Now, what would the two of you like to do first?” You move to sit on your heels behind your small table. “Other than palm reading, of course, I offer tarot, astrology, tea leaves, you name it.”
“You pick first, Sang,” Wooyoung urges his friend, bumping him with his shoulder. “Just whichever appeals.”
“Uh…how about a palm reading?” His voice shakes ever so slightly and you smile, amused, reaching out with your hand and grabbing his wrist, guiding it to lay flat on the table. You take note of the blush coating his face.
“Lets see,” you hum, tracing around his fingers gently. Yeosang fidgets. “You are quite sensitive, both in emotions and physically I see. You will be restless in relationships as a result, but each relationship will be very significant in your life, although you will struggle to keep them long lasting. Your life will be guided by your friends and your family, and your experiences will be…fruitful.”
You give Wooyoung a short little nod, one that Yeosang does not seem to see. “You can get all of that from my palm?” His tone isn’t disbelieving per se, just unsure.
“Of course,” you laugh, closing his hand gently and giving it a few pats before releasing it. If you’d like, I can do Wooyoung’s and you can see just how his differs. Unless he’d like to do a different reading, of course.”
Wooyoung shrugs. “We’ll have time to do multiple, right? I don’t mind doing palm reading.”
The double entendre has you shaking your head ever so slightly out of exasperation. “Palm, please.” Wooyoung offers up his hand with a cheeky smile. “You are also on the traditional side, a little more so than Yeosang. You will come across some epiphanies in life as well. You will be content in any relationships you go through, although they will be few and long lasting. Your experiences will be rich as long as you let yourself make the decisions.”
Yeosang looks absolutely floored by your reading of his friend, eyes wide and shining. “Is there anything you can’t do?”
You bark out a short laugh. Oh, so sweet and innocent. You think you’ll have quite some fun with him. “There’s not much in the way of that. In fact, there’s this secret reading I only offer to select customers. Would you be interested?” You lean over the table slightly, making note of how Yeosang’s eyes flick down to see the hint of cleavage you show and then back up to your face. “It’s on the more…intimate side, but I can promise you, it’ll be much more in depth.”
“I– sure, I’d be interested,” Yeosang mumbles, his eyes zeroing in on your face as he tries his best to not look down again. “What do I need to do?”
“Oh, just sit there and look pretty,” you hum, moving the table aside and shifting forward. “Wooyoung, I’m sure you’ll be happy to help me out with this. Get a little…hands on experience with divination.”
Wooyoung looked a little too eager to help out, shuffling closer nestling himself behind his friend. “Right here?”
You hummed out in approval, moving around the table a bit but keeping your eyes on Yeosang. He swallowed hard, eyes now trained just where you want them. “Yes, right here. Give me a little extra room.”
“F-for what?” Yeosang was still trying to be respectful, but the quickly closing distance was getting to him.
“To read your dick.”
Once the words fell from your lips, he looked ready to bolt, eyes widening and body tensing up; just like you suspected.
But Wooyoung held him down by some miracle it seemed, his own eyes trained on your body now that all his suspicions had been confirmed. “Relax, Sangie, I heard it’s worth it. Just enjoy it.” He soothed his friend, rubbing his sides while you waited for consent.
Yeosang still looked conflicted, but after a moment he nodded, pink dusting his cheeks as you smiled at him. “O-okay.”
Reaching for his pants without delay, your skilled fingers undid his pants and tugged them down. He was generous enough to lift his hips for you, gripping the pillows beneath him and staring at the top of your head shyly. It was no surprise to find him already half hard once the underwear came off next.
“She’s really doing it.” Wooyoung whispered to himself, earning a breathless laugh from you. You could feel Yeosang turning slightly to question him, but anything he was going to say died on his lips when your hand wrapped around him.
Stroking him to life, you took in all the details of his pretty dick, from the girth, to the length, thumb running over a particular vein that popped out once at full mass, all these details telling you about him in ways the palm would not. You leaned in, tongue flicking out to capture the bead of precum that had formed.
The soft hitch of his breath was almost distracting as you mulled over the taste and texture of the pre-cum. It was clear, on the tasteless side, and already told you so much, just like the size and shape of him. Just to be sure though, you needed more.
With determination to read him properly, you pushed your mouth down, taking in several inches and pressing your tongue up against his base. He was sensitive, just as you had said before, every bob of your head bitching his breath and making him even more restless.
“Oh fuck that’s hot-” Wooyoung rasped out, his hands still holding onto Yeosang and leaning him back to get a better view of how well you took his friend into your mouth. He groaned when you bottomed out, a stark contrast to the whine that Yeosang let out.
Part of you enjoyed your customer’s responses to your work a little too much, and the deep whines Yeosang was letting out was proof of that.
Still, you remained vigilant, humming around his cock, and tasting more of his precum on your tongue. Still mostly tasteless, that just left his cum.
Hand pressing down on his thigh, briefly you marvelled at the muscle tensing up under your fingertips, head bobbing as you hollow your cheeks and sucked. His whines grew in volume, just for him to try and hide them behind the back of his hand. You glanced up at him, finding Wooyoung watching you with curious eyes full of desire.
Yeosang’s hips bucking into your mouth reminded you that you still had him in the back of your throat, and that he was close. Pulling your mouth away you paid special attention to his tip, coaxing his release out of him as you stroked his swollen base.
Yeosang turned his head into Wooyoung’s neck as he came, gooey white strings of cum shot onto your tongue, letting every drop pool there as you milked him for all he was worth. You didn’t pull away until he collapsed back against his friend, panting heavily and muscular thighs shaking. Swallowing you sat up, mulling over the taste and texture, but you didn’t get much time to process before your attention was directed elsewhere.
With one arm around Yeosang, Wooyoung held him up but had moved to push his own pants down, fingers wrapped around the base and hips jutting forward. “My turn?”
“I have to tell him his fortune first.” you mused after swallowing. It was almost adorable how impatient he was, all signs of nervousness gone from his posture.
“Yeosang will be too out of it to listen. You can do mine first. Please?” It was the pleading tone that convinced you.
With a small nod you moved closer, Wooyoung leaning back a bit to give you full access to his cock. He was thinner in size, with a slight curve upward. Interesting.
You half expected a groan to fall from his lips the second your tongue touched his leaking tip, but he let out an excited giggle instead. A sweet taste filled your senses as you sucked a little more out of him before pushing your head down.
Wooyoung wasn’t afraid to touch you, but in a way he asked for consent. At first his hand hovered over your head, but when you reached up and pressed it down, he was gripping your hair and thrusting his hips forward.
You relaxed your jaw, not minding the man taking control; it told you just as much about him as his taste and size did.
“Fuck- San wasn’t lying. So good.” He panted out between thrusts, pushing you down more and more on your cock. “Bet you like doing this? You get off on sucking on strangers' cocks?”
Oh he was a talker-
“W-wooyoung, don’t talk to her like that.” Yeosang protested from next to you, still sounding a little out of it.
You waved him off, looking up at Wooyoung through your lashes, almost daring him to do more.
“I think she likes it, Sangie. Can he check? See if you’re wet? I want to know if you are.” He slowed his thrusts, your hair bunched in his fists but he kept you on his cock. At least until you didn’t give an answer, so with a pop he pulled you off.
“I-if he wants.” Things were getting out of hand, you had to remind yourself what you were doing and quickly took him back into your mouth.
Wooyoung’s eyes rolled back momentarily, exposing his neck as a few veins protruded from the strain of swallowing. “Hear that? Do it, Sangie. I know you’re curious. You wanted to touch her before.”
You swallowed in anticipation around his cock, earning a groan from him. You expected Yeosang to ignore his friend’s insistence, but a second later you felt a hand sliding up your skirts, thick fingers on your inner thigh.
He gasped out behind you once the tips ran over your slick lips. “She’s not wearing any underwear and… oh she’s wet.” Yeosang sounded absolutely blissed out at this revelation, fingers pressing closer until they were slotted between your lips, searching for your clit.
Moaning from the stimulation, you arched your back to encourage him more. Wooyoung cursed under his breath, slowing his hips once more and pulling out.
You realised he was denying himself his release. Oh, he was going to toy with you.
With a huff you looked up at him, brow furrowing in mild defiance. “Wooyoung- I still have a job to do.”
“Mmm yeah you do, but if you want the best reading of my cock, you’ll let me take my time. Sangie, how does she feel?”
Yeosang pushed in two fingers at the other’s question, groaning despite the fact you were the one receiving stimulation. “T-tight.”
“Aw, you’re hard again. Maybe I should’ve gone first instead. You think Miss here will let you fuck her?”
“N-no!” Yeosang answered for you, ever polite. “Wooyoung, just finish up already.” There was a pout to his tone and with a force of your head you caught a glimpse of his equally pouty expression.
Just as he curled his finger and ripped a moan from deep within your chest.
Their conversation stopped and turned all attention back to you. “Then just make her cum. I think it’s a deserving reward for how good she uses her mouth yeah?” Wooyoung had his tips back against your lips, asking for entrance.
You happily obliged. This was a nice reward, Yeosang’s fingers clumsy but eager to please as he pushed them in to match the tempo Wooyoung was fucking your throat. You kept yourself as relaxed as possible, robes coming a little loose and exposing your chest further.
Bouncing between them, your tits also bounced, adding another slap of skin that reverberated in the room much like Wooyoung’s balls on your chin. He let himself get noisy, almost bickering with Yeosang on just what he should do with his fingers to please you, basing it solely off your moans.
He stopped once more, giving you a breath of air, taking note of the drool running down the side of your face and your tousled hair. “Tell him how to make you cum. Yeosang takes directions really well.”
Swallowing hard, you reached behind you to pull your skirts up and give Yeosang a clear view of your soaked pussy. “Pinch and roll my clit once your fingers find the spongy spot inside. You’re so close to it, just barely passing over, but I need pressure there. You can do it right?”
You snuck a glance back, clenching around his fingers as you realised he had been stroking himself this whole time, cock angry and ready to cum again and expression pliant. “Y-yes I can Miss. I can do it.”
“Good, now that’s settled, let’s cum together ya?” Before Wooyoung could jerk your mouth back to him, you were already eagerly pushing your head down. He cursed under his breath again before picking up the pace immediately.
It was harsher now, Yeosang working you up just as you had told him to do though he couldn’t pinch your clit, his thumb still rubbed over it just right so your hips were jerking at each twinge of pleasure he brought out. You couldn’t help the moans that were muffled by Wooyoung’s harsh thrusts when Yeosang pressed down on the right spot, a happy little whine leaving his lips in celebration.
He worked you towards your climax, hand still moving even as you heard him whine with release and feel his hot cum on the curve of your ass; just as Wooyoung’s spilled into your throat. You pushed back at him with effort so some of his cum could land on your chin, you needed to see the color and texture just as much as you needed to taste it. It was a miracle you could remember that even with ecstasy coursing through you.
A moment later both of them had sat back on their heels, no longer inside you but all three of you catching your breath.
Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked you over, at the mess they made of you. “Oh this was more fun than San said. Right, Sangie? You had fun?”
“Mhmm. But… what about the fortune?” He murmured out in a daze. A glance back at you gawked at the now sheepish way he was staring at your still exposed rear. “S-shouldn’t we clean her up too? It’s only polite.”
You shrug, pulling your robes back into place as you run a hand through your hair. “No need,” you smile. “Let me just get your fortunes for you and you’d best be on your way. I have other customers to attend to, you know.”
Wooyoung and Yesoang quickly scramble back into their usual places, hands folded neatly, a stark contrast to how they were just moments ago. “Now, Yeosang,” you hum, licking the last remnants of cum off your fingertips. “You will encounter a few hardships in your life, but it will mostly be smooth sailing for you. Go through life slowly and fortune will fall upon you. You may be confused at times, but keep your friends close and you’ll be fine.”
“Keeping Wooyoung close did not help with the confusion,” Yeosang mumbles under your breath and you hold back a chuckle, ignoring the elbow Wooyoung gives his friend.
“And for me?” Wooyoung moves forward eagerly.
“You will live comfortably, no worries for money as long as you keep moving forward. Don’t dwell on the past, and you will remain happy. Be careful who you trust, and lean on family and friends.” You shrug. “You both have pretty straightforward fortunes. There’s not much to add. Are there any other questions I can help you with?”
Yeosang shakes his head politely but Wooyoung smiles, leaning forward with a wink. “How do you feel about dinner?”
Genre: Smut, fluff, hybrid au, E for explicit, smut warnings under cut
Summary: When you return from work, San wants to cuddle...except it leads into something more.
Happy birthday to me hehe <3 It's not amazing cus i was bouncing between like five other wips trying to decide what I want the most...but this is the one that spoke to me. It was the perfect segue to admit that San is one of my biases after almost two years of vehemently denying it LOL
Please enjoy!
Smut Warnings: Unprotected [dont do this], some praise, subby San, if you squint hair pulling. pretty vanilla all in all lol
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As soon as you enter the door, a blur is the first thing you see before you’re pounced on by your cat hybrid, San. “You’re home!” he chirps, pressing his face into your neck and lightly kissing and licking your skin, a sign of affection you’ve had to get used to in the few years you’ve had him. His arms tighten around your waist and you chuckle at his clinginess.
“I am,” you chuckle, reaching up to pet San, brushing lightly against his ear. “Just like I am every weekday after work.” Your tone is light, teasing, and San pouts, his eyes narrowing.
“I just missed you,” he frowns, his voice sweet and soft, and you can’t help but to smile at his antics.
You stand on your tiptoes to kiss the temple of your overgrown kitty. “I missed you too, San. Come on, let me go shower and then we can cuddle, okay?”
San’s pout deepens. “Can I sit in the bathroom with you?”
Without fail, he always asks this whenever you take a shower, take a bath, hell, even when you just brush your teeth or apply makeup. You only ever let him join you for the last two, and today is no exception. “Sorry, San. Why don’t you go make yourself a snack? I’ll be fast, okay?”
To ease his upset, you comb your fingers through his hair, and San is immediately playdough in your arms. “Mmkay…but can we at least cuddle on your bed?” You narrow your eyes at him and San has the nerve to pretend to be sheepish. “...yeah I made another nest in your bed. But I promise I didn’t put anything hard in there!”
As much as you try to, it’s extremely hard to say no to his shiny eyes and pouty jelly lips, and so you just sigh. “Okay. We can cuddle in my bed.”
San chirps again, pleased judging by the way his ears twitch and his tail curls around your waist. “I’ll be waiting!”
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When you walk out of the bathroom in just a towel after blow drying your hair, you can see San’s eyes poking out of the covers of your bed, eyes sparkling as he watches you. Although he’s seen you in worse conditions, your face still warms up. “San, close your eyes,” you scold half-heartedly. He won’t close his eyes, and you won’t press any further. You know he wouldn’t watch if it truly made you uncomfortable, but it’s become almost a ritual.
As soon as you slip into some pyjamas and turn back, San has already open the sheets to reveal his little nest, some of your clothes and his scattered about as well as a heating pad. “Get in before it gets cold,” he pouts, and you chuckle again, crawling in and curling around San, kissing the top of his head.
“How was your day, Sannie?” you ask, and San hums, pressing his face into your neck.
“Was okay…boring though. Oh, your mom stopped by and dropped off some food. I had that for lunch.”
You acknowledge with a nod, but then the two of you settle in a comfortable silence. San’s breathing has evened out, his heart lulling although his eyes are open and his tail flicks occasionally. He loves being close to you like this, and you love to indulge him. You’re fond of him, and you know it goes both ways, but neither of you have ever approached it. It’s too daunting of a subject, and so the two of you just enjoy the unlabeled relationship you have.
As you’re lost in your thoughts, you stroke San’s hair while kissing the tips of his silken ears gently. It’s comforting to you, but you can feel San squirm beneath you, his breaths becoming a bit more laboured.
“Sanah, are you okay?” you hum, breath tickling his ear. To punctuate, you leave another gentle kiss on his ear, and San groans low in his through before sitting up, grabbing your waist to pull you onto his lap. Before you can even react, he presses his mouth against yours, hungrily kissing you and nipping at your lower lip. “San–”
Every noise that leaves your mouth, San captures with another kiss, his tail wrapping around your wrist to bring you even closer as he noses into your cheek. “YN,” he whines into your mouth, his lips moving sloppily. “I need you,” he groans, hips twitching and lightly pressing his growing erection into your hips.
“Sanah, what–” you’re cut off as you look at his flushed face and glazed-over eyes. “Sanah, are you in rut?” Your brows furrow as you quickly press a palm to his forehead, testing the temperature.
San whimpers, his ears pressed back against his head as he nods. “Mmnh– yeah– Fuck. It uh...It came early.” At your concerned look, he knows he can’t get away with no explanation. “I…really like it when you kiss my ears.”
His voice trails off, embarrassed at the admission, but to his surprise, you sigh fondly. Before he can react, you lean back up to press a kiss to his lips. “You really like me that much, huh?” Your voice is light, teasing, and San groans again as he presses his hips into you.
“Don’t– don’t tease please–” his voice is pitched, whiny, and you press another kiss to the tip of his ear. San grits his teeth but it doesn’t quell the long moan he lets out as his hips twitch and his fingers dig into your waist. His voice goes quiet after that, and your eyebrow arches.
“San…did you just come in your pants?”
A low whine leaks out of San’s throat, his eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, but you can still feel his hardness against your hip. “San,” you repeat his name, more gently this time, and he cracks an eye open, “Sannie, do you want to fuck me?”
San’s eyes sparkle and his mouth parts slightly as he nods happily. Before you can even make any move, his hips jerk again and you can feel the wet patch in his sweatpants. “Fuck– YN, please,” he whine.
You can’t keep the delighted giggle out of your mouth as you lean in to press your lips against his again. “Hold still, baby, okay? You can come in me but only if you’re a very good boy, okay?”
San’s face scrunches up at your words, and you just know he’s fighting himself to keep from making a mess in his pants even further. “Okay…” he whimpers out after a long moment, and you immediately reach down to shove his sweatpants down.
His hard length is already twitching, a mess of cum and precum coating the head and you have to resist leaning down to take it into your mouth. You can’t help dragging a finger through the stickiness, however, ignoring the low groan San lets out as you lick your finger to taste the saltiness.
“Are you ready, baby?” You meet San’s eyes and when he nods, you shove your sleep shorts to the side and position the head to nudge against your slick entrance. San’s hands immediately come to grip your waist as he drops his head onto your shoulder, his fluffy ears tickling your chin.
It’s too perfect of an opportunity and you press another kiss on the top of his ear right as you shift your hips to sink onto his cock fully, and San keens as he bites into your shoulder, teeth gentle, drool and sweat pooling in your collarbone at the effort he needs to keep from coming.
“YN–” he chokes out as you start to slowly roll your hips down on him “–please…”
You chuckle, the rhythm of your hips making your eyes roll back. “Are– are you gonna be good for me, Sannie? You gonna let me use you?” A whimper is the only answer you get, and you chuckle at how much of a puddle he’s become, letting you fuck yourself on his thick cock like a dildo. “Fuck– you’re such a good kitty for me, so perfect,” you praise, peppering his ears and hair with soft kisses as you bring yourself closer to the edge.
San’s fingers dig into your flesh in a bruising hold as his hips twitch involuntarily. “YN, please, I’mma come, I can’t–”
He’s a whining mess against your body, and you let out a breathy chuckle as you tilt his chin up with a finger to press a sloppy kiss to his mouth. “Come for me,” you hum, and San wastes no time as he pulls you down even further onto his dick, searing come filling your insides.
His hips cant up into you though his climax, and you can’t help but moan loudly as the head of his cock nudges against your walls so perfectly. “Shit–” You can hardly finish your sentence when pleasure crashes into you and you moan into San’s mouth, your hands tugging lightly at his hair.
It’s almost too much, your eyes rolling back as San’s cock won’t stop pumping you full of cum combined with the delicious stretch. You’re almost as far gone as San is, licking into his mouth, the only thing left grounding you.
San’s warm hands shift from your waist to cup your face, pulling you closer as he nuzzles against your cheek, his breaths steady. His hips are still grinding into you slowly, his cock still hard, but his eyes are soft as he looks at you adoringly. “I love you, YN,” he hums, pressing his lips against yours in a desperately sweet kiss. “I love you.”
You sigh, deepening the kiss as your hands come up to stroke his ears gently. “I love you too, Sannie, so much.” He chirps happily in response, kissing the corner of your mouth, his nose bumping against yours.
“I hope you’re ready for a couple more rounds,” he hums, the innocence of his face a stark contrast to the way his hips are rolling against yours again. “After all, I need to show you just how much you mean to me.”
wooyoung is the type of shameless to mock and mimic how you moan and cry just to humiliate you. like he just does it with no afterthought. any moment of playful banter turns into who can make the most innuendos without cracking. this mf always wins bc he leads it back to how you sounded just bc he loves go get a reaction out of you.
