after thinking about it for weeks at this point, i’ve decided to close itzynabi. i haven’t been motivated to do any updates or anything, and i don’t get that many likes or reblogs, which is discouraging. my two options that i was deciding between were ending it or starting from scratch, but im too lazy for that
if i had an outcome or plan for nabi going forward, i’d make a post for it but as it stands i haven’t really thought about nabi’s future. i’ll still be lurking in the kpop oc community and seeing what my fave creators are doing, but i won’t be doing anything of my own anymore
(repeated like a mantra while rubbing my temples) i will stay silly and not allow the world to make me bitter and cruel. i will stay silly and not allow the world to make me bitter and cruel. i wi
summary: in which nasan experience their first time
set: late sep 2024
word count: 6k
warnings: smut [please skip if you are a minor or uncomfortable with explicit content, you can block the ‘minors dni’ tag]; swearing
an: not even gonna lie, i was beginning to think i’d never finish this but they say when you change your perspective. anyways this is my second time writing smut so its prob not that good but im kinda proud of it. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐
nabi’s masterlist
Nabi breathed out a moan as San peppered kisses along the column of her throat. He tightened his hold on her hips, controlling the slow glide of them over him. Leaning her head back to give him more access, Nabi closed her eyes, letting herself feel the pleasure thrumming through her veins.
When San got to her apartment, she didn’t think they’d end up like this: making out on her couch, her in his lap as their bodies moved against each other. Okay, that was a lie. She had very high hopes that they would end up like this tonight, which was why she had put on lingerie underneath her dress in the afternoon. It seemed that ever since her and San’s time together all those mornings ago, Nabi was more desperate for him. She had a few dreams of that morning, but unlike reality, they always went further than just humping. Nabi told San one night when she was tipsy, told him how, in her dream, they kept making each other cum and, by the time she woke up, there was a wet patch on her panties. That phone call lasted a while.
“You’re so gorgeous,” San muttered against her skin. He thrusted his hips against hers, making her clench at the feeling of him, so close yet so far. Bringing a hand up, he cupped her face, angling it down towards him. Her eyes fluttered open and Nabi felt a sense of pride well up in her chest when she saw the desire swirling in his eyes. He pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re beautiful.”
Nabi’s breath hitched, feeling his hand slide down her face, past her neck, to the side of her body, hovering by her breast. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand, still holding his gaze. Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a kiss, fondling her breast with one hand and controlling the speed of her hips with the other. She whimpered, feeling him press against her through his jeans, the zip pressing against her nub, the satin material of her panties stuck to her because of her wetness, increasing the pleasure.
She carded her fingers through his hair, a white-hot sensation sliding down her spine, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. San seemed to be able to tell she was close because he moved his hand from her breast to her hip, tightening his hold on her and slowing down her movement. He let out a groan when her nails lightly scratched his scalp, feeling an uncomfortable tightness in his pants.
“Baby, I’m–” Her voice broke off into a moan, her entire body shuddering as she rolled her hips over his bulge. “Can you cum like this?”
He nodded, his lips wet from their kiss. “Yeah,” he breathed out. “Can you?”
Nodding, Nabi whined. “I’m close.” Fuck, she sounded desperate.
“You gonna cum soon?” His voice was deliciously deep and it sent a shiver up her spine. “I wish you could see how pretty you look. I want to see you cum, you’re even prettier when you cum.”
She whimpered, tightening her hold on him, as that praise sent her over the edge, her body writhing as the pleasure washed over her. She moaned, loud, when San didn’t stop her movement, continuing to rock her over him. His hips jerked as he groaned into Nabi’s ear, the front of his jeans getting wet from his release.
Pulling his head back, he stared at Nabi, eyes hooded with pleasure as he stilled their movement. “Do you want to stop here?” He asked, searching her eyes for any kind of hesitation, cupping the side of her face.
She shook her head. “I want more.” Her body was still buzzing from her orgasm, but she couldn’t deny the burst of warmth in her core that needed to be put out. She couldn’t stop here, not when her body was craving more.
San smirked, seemingly seeing the passion in her eyes. “I want more too,” he said, brushing a kiss against her lips.
Nabi smiled shyly, leaning closer to connect their lips in a lazy kiss. Her tongue teased the seam of his lips and he opened his mouth immediately after, allowing her entrance. Instinctively, her hips rocked down, causing them to moan into each other’s mouths.
His hand returned to her hips and he held her still, resting his forehead against hers. “You need to give me some time,” he said, voice strained.
“I like it when it’s too much,” she whispered. She tried to rock her hips again, but his hold was too strong. “I like it when it’s intense.” Nabi watched his Adam’s apple bob. “I like it when it’s overwhelming.”
“If you say things like that, you’re going to give me ideas.” There was an edge to San’s voice, almost as if he was warning her.
“Will they be fun ideas?” She asked, her voice coming out breathier than expected.
“Maybe,” he teased, kissing the tip of her nose. “Do you want to have some water?”
Nabi nodded, suddenly feeling shy. She moved to get off of San’s lap and they went to the kitchen. She got their glasses and he filled them up with water before getting their leftover pizza from the fridge. They ate and drank in silence, both still calming down.
Taking a bite of her pizza, Nabi glanced up and saw San staring at her fondly, warmth in his and a soft smile on his face. He finished his glass of water then walked around the kitchen island to stand in front of her. His hands instinctively went to her hips, his thumb rubbing in a soothing motion as she finished her slice. When she was done, she hopped onto the island, wrapping her arms around San’s neck.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi,” he replied, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Do you still want to continue? Because we can stop here if–”
“I want to continue,” she said quickly, and a small part of her was embarrassed by how quickly she spoke—how desperate she probably sounded—but could you blame her? They’ve waited two years for this—for no reason other than their busy schedules—and she was desperate.
San grinned, still rubbing her hip over her dress. Nabi shifted slightly, feeling her panties grow wetter. “Okay. Let’s continue.”
She smiled at him, taking his face in her hands as he kissed her. He licked at the seam of her lips, kissing her a little harder as her hand trailed down his chest, gripping onto his shirt. As their kiss picked up in intensity, Nabi was once again grateful that her brother agreed to watch her cat, Koko, for the night. She let out a soft gasp as San pulled her closer to the edge of the island, closer to him. She could feel the imprint of him in his jeans and she felt her core clench around nothing in anticipation. At the thought of him being inside of her, she let out a high pitched moan, feeling him smile against her lips.
“Let’s go to your room, yeah?” He asked, but she knew he wasn’t expecting an answer. He lifted her off the counter, moving to kiss her neck as he carried her to her bedroom, closing the door behind them and switching on the light. He laid her softly on the bed, continuing his assault on her neck.
Nabi whined at the feel of his mouth on her neck. There would definitely be marks by the morning. Her panties were impossibly wet and she tried to squeeze her legs to aid the throbbing sensation at her core. San hummed against her skin as he switched sides.
“Do you want more?” He asked, not ceasing his actions. More whimpers spilled from Nabi’s mouth as she felt his hand land on her knee. “Do you want me to move on?” His finger began to slowly trail up her leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He stopped at the hem of her dress and pulled back to look at her. “Tell me what you want.”
It took a few seconds for her to find her voice. “Can you touch me?”
“Okay.” He nodded, a lazy smirk on his face. He helped her sit up and raise her dress past her hips. Pausing his movements, he made eye contact with her, and she let out a gasp at the sincerity that she saw in his eyes. “If at any point you want to stop, tell me,” he said softly. “If anything is too much for you, tell me. I want to make this enjoyable for you, so don’t feel like you have to do things that you don’t want to, okay?”
Cupping San’s face, Nabi leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. “I will.”
“Do you promise?”
Nodding her head, she giggled. “Yes, I do.”
“Okay. Do you pinky promise, though? Because there is a distinction between the two,” he told her, a teasing grin on his face.
She held up a pink, waiting for him to lace his with hers. “I pinky promise.”
“Okay, that’s good. Are you okay to continue?”
How did she get so lucky? San was the most amazing, understanding, kindhearted man in the entire world. His dedication to making sure she was okay with everything was sweet and she felt a whole new wave of love for him wash over her body, leaving a tingly feeling in its wake.
“Yes, I am.”
Goosebumps settled on Nabi’s skin as San slowly pulled her dress over her head, throwing it somewhere behind him. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her midsection, feeling a sense of shyness at being so exposed. Nabi gulped as she watched San’s eyes trail over her body, taking in the sight of her lingerie. It was a matching pale pink satin set with lace details on the cups. There were rose details along the straps of the bra and the waistband of the panties.
“Wow,” San gasped, his eyes dark with desire. “You look…” His gaze settled on her covered breasts before returning to her face. “You’re so beautiful.”
She felt her cheeks heat up with a blush. “Thank you,” she murmured, averting her gaze. “Do you like the set?” She asked, sneaking glances at his reaction. His hand had moved to ghost over her skin and he licked his lips as he watched her chest move with her breaths. “I got it for tonight.”
“It’s gorgeous, Biyah,” he breathed. He raised his hand to thumb the strap. “Can I take it off?”
“Yes. You can.”
Nabi straightened her posture to help San take her bra off. He fumbled with the clasp of her bra, his hands shaking slightly with nerves, and it comforted Nabi to know she wasn’t the only one nervous.
“Have you done this before?” She teased, grinning when some of the tension from his body dissipated.
“A handful of times,” he replied, his voice light. Nabi was going to make another comment, but then San succeeded in undoing the clasp, and her bra fell loose against her body. She threw it to the side and leaned back down, laying against the duvet as his jaw fell slack. She waited for him to do something, but he just stared, transfixed by her.
“Earth to San?”
San snapped out of whatever daze he was in. “You’re… Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, feeling his length twitch in his boxers. He continued to gaze at Nabi’s body. He raised his hand almost hesitantly, brushing it against the side of her waist, watching as a shiver ran through her body. He brushed her again, just as hesitantly.
Taking hold of his hand, she brought it up to just under her breasts. “You can touch me,” she said softly, watching as he slowly raised his hand. She arched her back, pushing her breast forward. “Please touch me.”
He held her breast in his hand, feeling the weight of it. Moving his hand slightly, he thumbed her nipple and she let out a moan at the surge of pleasure she felt, her core throbbing more as a result. Emboldened by her reaction, he began to roll her nipple between his fingers, grinning when she let out a sharp gasp.
He continued his ministrations, bringing his head down so he could swallow her moans in a kiss, his tongue immediately meeting hers. Her arms went around his body, tracing aimlessly along his back, going under his shirt to feel his skin. One of her hands threaded into his hair as he began to kiss along her face, down her neck to her chest.
“You look so pretty, baby,” he said between kisses, staring up at her through hooded eyes. He kissed around her breast, her chest heaving in anticipation. Making sure to maintain eye contact, he slowly took her nipple into his mouth. Her back bowed off the bed at the sensation of his mouth as he lapped at her nipple, his hand making sure to give attention to the unoccupied mound.
“San,” she panted, her hands gripping onto her duvet. He hummed in response, the buzzing sensation sending a warmth down her spine. He continued his ministrations before moving to her other breast, engulfing it in his mouth. All the while, Nabi continued to let out short whines, her centre throbbing more incessantly.
San began trailing kisses down her stomach, nipping playfully at her skin. Nabi’s chest rose and fell in anticipation and anxiety. He rubbed his finger along the waistband of her panties, pressing kisses around her belly button. Nabi felt as if she were on fire, the throbbing getting more and more intense. She was sure there was a wet patch on the front of her panties by now. She let out a moan as San ventured lower, kissing just above her panties. She silently willed him to keep going, barely keeping herself from squeezing her legs together.
She let out a disappointed whine as he slowly made his way back up, pressing kisses along her throat, until he connected his lips with hers. They both let out moans as San’s hands roamed her body, pinching Nabi’s nipples and squeezing her sides. Her hands twisted his shirt, pulling him closer and begging for more.
“Take your shirt off,” Nabi whispered against his lips. She blinked her eyes open, not shocked to see the desire that was swirling in his. He raised his eyebrows as if he was shocked by her request. “It’s unfair that I’m undressed,” she reasoned, fingers fiddling with the fabric.
Pushing off of the bed, San sat up on his knees. He kept his eyes on Nabi as she slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his golden skin to her. Her eyes dipped down to trace the cords of muscle being unveiled in front of her.
“Your jeans,” she managed to get out when she remembered to breathe, willing her eyes to focus on his face. “Can you… take those off too?”
He smirked, visibly proud at reducing her to a blushing mess, as he unbuckled his belt, throwing it to the floor. He made quick work of taking off and discarding his jeans, continuing to stand at the foot of the bed. Nabi slowly trailed her eyes down the length of his body and let out a quiet gasp when she saw the print of him through his boxers.
She was fucked. There was no other way to say it.
She felt herself clench hard just imagining him in her. Feeling him under her on the couch was one thing, but seeing an outline of him… a whole nother thing. She couldn’t even imagine what actually seeing him would do to her.
“Earth to Nabi?” He called out, breaking through her thoughts. When her eyes refocused, the first thing she noticed was his smile: warm, inviting, and genuine. “Are you still okay?” He asked, checking in on her.
“Yes,” she answered truthfully, reaching up for him.
He followed her lead, settling over her, slotting his legs between hers. She could feel him through the fabric of his boxers—he felt bigger, stronger, than he did on the couch, probably because there were less layers between them now. Her hips twitched up, chasing friction, but his hands came to settle on her waist, holding her still.
He captured her lips in a kiss, cutting off the whine that was beginning to fall from her mouth. Their kiss was slow, deep, like he was savoring it. Her hands weaved their way through his hair, her hips squirming in his hold as she chased stimulation.
He pulled away, his eyes slightly unfocused as they searched her face. “Can I eat you out? I’d really like to try.”
Maybe it was the earnestness in his voice, maybe it was the twinkle in his eyes, or maybe it was the way his fingers twitched along her hips, rubbing the edge of her panties, that made her push his head down instead of verbally answering her.
He chuckled at her eagerness as he settled between her legs, his eyes locked on her centre.
“You’re so wet already, baby,” he marvelled, admiring the wetness of her panties.
Nabi felt her cheeks go warm. “Yeah, I… Yeah.”
He looked up at her, sensing her embarrassment. “I love it,” he told her. “I love that I can do this to you.”
He returned his attention to her core, seeing the muscles in her thighs tense every now and then. The wet spot on her panties called out to him and he could just imagine her clenching around nothing.
“What do you feel right now?” He asked, bringing up a finger to rub against the edge of her panties.
Her hips squirmed uncontrollably as he teased her with his featherlight touch. It took her a few seconds to register his question. “Desperate,” she answered. “San, please. Please do something.”
“Okay, baby,” he cooed, “since you asked so nicely.”
He leaned in and licked a stripe up the front of her panties, groaning at the taste of her as she let out a keening sound.
“Fuck, Biyah,” he groaned, going for another taste. He placed his hands to keep her hips in place, stopping her from squirming. “You taste so fucking good.”
Her back arched off the bed as he pressed his tongue against her, hard. “San, take–Ah, take it off!”
“Okay, Biyah,” he muttered, giving one last lick before leaning back. He looked up at her, watching her chest rise and fall with heaving breaths, hooking his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulling her panties down her legs. He discarded them somewhere over his shoulder.
He let out a groan as he took in the sight of her: her folds that kept clenching around nothing, the wetness making her shine.
“So beautiful, look how wet you are for me.” He trailed a finger along her thigh, just a featherlight touch to tease. Her core tightened, some of her wetness seeping out of her. He made quick work of catching it and she keened at the light pressure of his digit at her entrance. “You’re so wet,” he commented, beginning to drag his finger through her wetness.
“S–San,” she whined, shifting her hips, trying to get him to do something.
“Hold still, baby,” he lightly scolded, his free hand going to press down on her hip. “I want to see you.” He dragged his finger along the seam of her folds—not pushing in, not teasing, just feeling.
Nabi did her best to roll her hips against his finger. “Please, San,” she pleaded. “I want it.”
“What do you want? Come on, tell me,” he encouraged, continuing to play with her.
Nabi whined to express her dissatisfaction. “Baby,” she whimpered.
San looked up from her core, his gaze meeting hers. “I need to know, Biyah. So I can give you what you want.”
She whined once more when she realised he wasn’t going to budge. “Please… Please touch me… inside.” Her voice grew quiet towards the end.
A lazy smile grew on San’s face. “If that’s what you want, then who am I to keep you waiting?” Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed his finger into her centre. She gasped as he started to thrust it in and out of her, slowly of course. She clamped down on his finger, and San had to remind himself to breathe, otherwise he would cum in his pants at the feel of her. If she felt like this on his finger, how would she feel on his cock?
To help get used to the feeling of him, he dipped his head between her legs, getting a good look at her before licking up her centre. He groaned at the taste of her, the feel of her, as her back arched, her cries echoing into the room.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, the vibration of his voice against her sending a thrumming feeling throughout her body.
“G–Good,” she responded, her hands twisting themselves into the sheets.
“Can I add another finger?” He groaned when she clamped down again.
“Yes.”
And so he did. He slowly added a second finger, thrusting it in tandem with the other one, his tongue continuing its ministrations. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” The speed of his fingers increased, Nabi’s whines increasing in volume.
She could feel it. That tightness in her stomach. “I’m cl–close,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.
He hummed against her, the sensation forcing a moan out of her as his tongue suctioned itself to her clit, licking and sucking at the pearly bead. “Cum whenever you want, baby.”
“San!” She cried out as she fell over that dizzying edge, stars bursting behind her eyes.
“Just like that, baby. There’s my good girl, just like that,” he murmured, fingers gradually coming to a halt. His mouth, however, stayed right where it was, continuing to lap at her. He grinded his hips against the bed, trying to relieve some pressure.
After a few seconds, she whined at the overstimulation, her hips squirming. “Sannie.”
He pressed a final kiss to her, slowly removing his fingers from her core. He sat up, making sure to hold Nabi’s gaze before bringing his fingers to his mouth. She looked away before he put them in, too flustered to watch.
“You taste heavenly,” he told her, his voice raspy.
She didn’t know what to say to that, so she instead just reached for him, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him up her body until he was hovering over her.
“Did you like that?” He asked. “Was it nice for you?”
She nodded, still refusing to meet his gaze. “Yeah,” she said, her voice weak.
“We don’t have to do anything more,” he said, and it was that statement that forced her to look at him. “If you want to stop, we can stop.”
Despite his soft words, his eyes displayed a deep hunger, and she swore his arms were shaking a bit as he held himself over her.
“I don’t… I don’t want to stop,” she told him. “Do you?”
A lazy grin tugged his lights. “No, I don’t.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “So we’re gonna… do it.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you… Do you have condoms?” She asked.
“Yeah.” He nodded and jumped off the bed, looking around the room for his jeans. He pulled two packets out of the pocket, turning around triumphantly. “I didn’t think to bring lube,” he muttered.
“That’s okay,” she said, sitting up on her elbows. She felt her face heating up when his eyes trailed along her body, stopping when he got to her core. “Uh, is– Do you– Can–” She took a deep breath. “Can I put the condom on for you?”
San couldn’t nod faster if he tried. He felt the wind get knocked out his body at Nabi’s request. Just the thought of her hands on him had more pre-cum dribbling out his tip.
“Y–you can. Yeah. Sure. Yeah.”
He held his breath when she scooted over to the edge of the bed. She hesitantly placed her hands on the waistband of his underwear before slowly peeling it off his skin, until it pooled down around his ankles. He stepped out of them, kicking them away, feeling his heart thunder in his chest as he took in Nabi’s expression to seeing him naked.
She watched as his cock sprung out his underwear, the tip flushed red and leaking with beads of pre-cum. She kept her gaze on him, transfixed, not noticing how his hands twitched by his sides. Slowly, she reached for him, squeezing him gently. He let out a keening sound at the motion.
“Do you feel how hard I am, baby?” He asked, his voice tight with restraint. And something about that, the fact that he was holding himself back, made her clench around nothing. “You did this to me. This is for you. Only you, Biyah.”
She looked up at him, her heart stuttering in her chest when she saw the desperation plain as day on his face. She stroked him slowly, using the pre-cum at his tip to help her hand glide along his dick. He let out a hiss, not expecting that.
“Here.” He handed her the condom with shaky hands. She let go of him, ripping the packet open and rolling the condom over his length.
Before she could breathe, he captured her lips in a kiss, cupping her face as he slowly leaned over her until she was lying back against the bed. She leaned into him as his arm wrapped around her back, pulling her closer. Due to their position, his cock was laying against her core, pulsing against her. She let out breathy moans when he started to trail kisses along her jaw and neck, nipping at her skin.
Her hips twitched against him, pressing his hard length right against her core, resulting in the both of them moaning into each other’s mouths.
“Baby,” she breathed, grabbing a fistful of the blankets, “please…”
He nodded, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek. “Anything you want.”
He reached between their bodies and rubbed his cock along her core, coating the condom in her wetness. All the while, she let out soft gasps at the feeling of him so, so close. His eyes dashed this way and that, not knowing where to look—at her face to watch the way she reacted, the filthy expressions she made, or at her core to watch it clench when he almost slipped in, wetness seeping out.
San pressed the head of himself against her clit, feeling her throb against him as she whined.
“Please,” she begged, hips squirming. Her grip on the blanket tightened as her eyebrows furrowed. “Sannie, please.”
That was all it took—that sweet voice of hers—for him to decide he was wet enough. He angled himself to her entrance and began to push in. They both let out a moan, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation; him by the tightness and her by the fullness.
He tugged his hips out with a groan, repeating the motion again, but going deeper this time. “Fuck, Biyah, you’re–” he cut himself off when she squeezed around him.
“Sannie,” she gasped, voice absolutely wrecked. The feel of him inside of her—so full, so heavy—was perfect, and he wasn’t even fully in yet. He pulled out again, until just the tip remained, and pushed in slowly, the air leaving her lungs as he went even deeper. “S–San!”
Once he was fully seated, his hips against hers, he paused inside her, his grip on her hips tightening. Her body tensed up slightly, reacting to the fullness of him.
“Baby, you… Fuck! You feel so tight,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside of her. She was warm. Her walls wrapped around him, squeezing him so tight as she got used to him.
Nabi’s eyes fluttered closed as she got used to the feel of him inside her. “You’re so big,” she moaned. “I… You…”
“You what?” He encouraged, his body tense with the effort to hold still and give her time to adjust, trying his hardest to not let his hips twitch into hers.
“I feel so full.” Her hands released their hold of the sheet, moving to cup his face and pull him down for a kiss. They moaned into each other’s mouths when she clenched hard around him, his cock twitching in response. Their kiss was messy and uncoordinated, the pleasure from it helping distract her from the discomfort. Once her body relaxed, she pulled her lips off of his. “You can move now.”
“Okay.” He nodded, resisting the urge to slam his hips into hers as he pulled out until just the tip remained. “I’ll go slow, okay?” He brushed a kiss against her lips, rocking back into her and swallowing her moans as he rocked back into her. Her hands moved to his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin.
He repeated the motion, his body tense as he reminded himself to go slow. The slow strokes were killing him: he wanted to speed up, wanted to jackhammer into her, but he got to feel her like this. Got to feel every clench around him and the warmth of her, squeezing him so, so tight. A blessing and a curse, and he was enjoying every second of it.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, changing the angle and sending him deeper inside her.
“Oh,” she moaned, feeling her skin heating up. His hips jerked in response, his arms trembling. “More.”
“Yeah?” He asked. “You ready?”
She nodded, it was more of a twitch, really, and whimpered when he slammed into her, making sure to keep the same slow tempo. He set a rhythm: pull out slowly, let her feel every inch of him before slamming into her and rolling his hips against hers. All the while, she continued to let out sounds of pleasure, her hands roaming his back as her walls fluttered around him.
“Is this what you want, baby?” He purred, feeling his dick twitch as he watched her reactions.
She choked out a moan. “Yes, I–I… This is what I w–want.”
“You’re taking me so well.”
Nabi’s hands raked down San’s back as he slightly increased his pace. Something about his next thrust had him nudging a spongy part in her, settling himself deeper inside her.
“Fuck, Biyah,” he groaned, his hand resting on her hip. “You look so pretty right now, so desperate for me.”
He was addicted. He couldn’t stop the roll of his hips against her and he didn’t want to. He could feel the squeeze of her core whenever he delivered a particular sharp thrust, could feel the twitch of his cock in response. He could feel the pressure growing in his balls, could feel how they smacked against her.
Nabi let out a desperate whine when San slipped out, clawing at his back as she mourned the loss. “No, no, no, please,” she cried out, not noticing how tense her boyfriend was. “Why’d you stop? Please!”
San tensed his jaw, the muscles of his back rippling. “I’m going to cum too soon,” he admitted through gritted teeth, his breathing coming out in harsh puffs. He tried to ignore the feel of Nabi’s body against his, but he couldn’t, somehow still being able to feel the warmth of her around him, the squeeze of her walls.
“I don’t care,” she whined, beginning to reach down for his member. “Please, Sannie,” she pleaded. Her fingers trailed along his thigh, feeling it tremble slightly.
He squeezed his eyes shut when he felt her hand wrap around his cock. She squeezed her hand hesitantly, lining him back up to her core. “Sannie.”
And, fuck, he could never say no to her, could never not give her whatever she wanted. He slammed back in, throwing his head back in pleasure. She pulled him down to her, swallowing his moan in a kiss, her tongue meeting his, their teeth clashing against each other.
And suddenly, Nabi felt that pressure, that tightness in her core. With every snap of San’s hips against hers, it grew stronger.
“I’m–I’m close,” she panted against his lips.
“Cum whenever you want, Biyah,” he told her, his hand reaching to rub her clit. “Just say my name when you do, okay?”
She nodded, or at least she tried to, her whines increasing in volume when she felt him circling her nub.
The coil got tighter and tighter, the pressure increasing as he kept up his ministrations. He shifted slightly, putting her leg over his arm, sending him even deeper inside.
“Need to make you feel good,” he muttered, and she didn’t even think he was talking to her. “Gonna make you feel good.”
“San,” she breathed out. She was right there. He pulled out completely before thrusting in sharply, completely sheathing himself in her. “San!”
She gripped onto his shoulders as the coil snapped, her back bowing off the bed. Her leg shook in his hold, the stretch adding to the pleasure. He continued to rub her clit, helping her ride out her high, her eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of her pleasure.
“There it is,” he groaned. “All for you.”
She let out loud moans when he didn’t stop his thrusts, still chasing his high. The overstimulation was beginning to get to her—this was her third orgasm. But he hadn’t cum yet, he’d held off on it, and she wanted him to reach his peak as well.
“I’m almost there, baby,” he ground out, his dick twitching whenever her walls fluttered in reaction to the continued stimulation. “Fuck, you’re–you’re gonna make me cum hard, Biyah.”
“Just… Just say my name when you do,” she whimpered, repeating his earlier words. “I love you, San.”
And it was that, that declaration he had heard hundreds of times that made him climax with her name on his mouth. His thrusts turned erratic as he shot rope after rope into the condom. Slowly, he eased his finger off her clit, resting his forehead against hers as their pants filled the otherwise quiet room. She tilted her head to press a kiss to his lips, then another and another.
After a few moments, he slowly pulled out of her, his softening dick resting against her thigh as he took off the condom and tied it off.
“I’m coming back, okay,” San told her, his voice still breathless. Nabi could do nothing else than nod as he disappeared into the bathroom, probably to throw away the condom. He returned a few seconds later with a damp wash cloth.
He stopped at the foot of the bed, admiring how well fucked she looked. Her core was puffy and glistening, there was a light sheen of sweat on her body, and her hair was tousled. Gently, he began to drag the cloth along her skin.
“How do you feel?” He asked, voice soft.
It took a few seconds for her to respond. “I feel good.”
“Do you feel sore?” He asked, his finger dragging along her core, causing her to twitch.
“A little,” she admitted, “but I like it. The pleasure.” Her chest continued to heave as she watched him take care of her. “How do you feel?”
“Great,” he answered.
“Did you… enjoy it?”
His hand didn’t stop moving. “I did. You… have completely changed my worldview,” he joked, causing her to chuckle. He put the cloth down on her vanity when he was done cleaning her and crawled on the bed to hover her. “But seriously? That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I just hope it was good for you.” He brushed her hair out her face.
Nabi scoffed. “You made me cum three times,” she pointed out. “It was really good for me.”
“Yeah?” She nodded. “I’m glad, Biyah. I love you too.” He leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss, humming when she cupped his face.
When they had changed into pyjamas, they got under the covers of the bed, Nabi’s head resting over San’s heart. He trailed his fingers along her arm, lulling her to sleep.
“Goodnight, Nabi,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
l8ergen she remembered this account exists!! oh i’ve prayed for days like this
choiminho_1209 Why haven’t you been posting?. See original
↳ nabibs @.choiminho_1209 i got locked out my account and couldnt remember my password then i forgot i got locked out then i remembered and had to fight with instagram to get back into my account 😋 See original
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somsomi0309 give koko a kiss for me MWAH
↳ nabibs @.somsomi0309 why not me🤨😔
↳ somsomi0309 @.nabibs i’ll give you a special one next time 😘
nabinator queen do you still have a slice of that cake 😋🍴
thinking about nabi arriving at a music show with her cute outfit and then when she leaves at the end of the day she’s wearing a random jacket over her outfit that is defo too big for her and that’s bcs it’s not her jacket at all 🤭🤭 it’s san’s
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