warnings: kind of idol!san (he mentions practice), established relationship, cursing, smut, oral (f receiving), squirting, pet names(princess, baby, sweetheart), little bit of dry humping, bit of body worship (if i missed anything lmk!)
summary: in which your boyfriend comes home after a long day and is very frustrated. he decides that the only way he’ll calm down is by eating you out.
notes: this came to me in a daydream and has stuck with me ever since… first real post and first real attempt to write smut so be nice !!! i’m not extremely happy with it so i’ll probably rewrite it in the future but i needed this out of my drafts LOL
wordcount: 2.0k
MINORS GO AWAY!!!
this is a work of fiction and in no way does it reflect any actions taken by the written member.
It was a beautifully perfect day for you. The sun warmed the earth to a temperature not too hot, but not too cool. Right now, nothing could ruin your peace. You were relaxing in the bed you shared with your boyfriend, your most recent read opened in your lap. A content and warm smile painted your face as you read the cheesy romance novel.
Nothing could beat relaxing in your bed, in your significant other’s large t-shirt with some comfortable too-short shorts, reading a captivating book, and all in perfect weather. Seriously, could today get any better?
Suddenly you hear the door open, meaning San had finally come home. A fire ignites in your heart at the thought of finally seeing him. Maybe it could get better.
Only, moments later that same door slammed and you hear a loud curse. That fire was extinguished almost instantly. That smile you wore just a few moments prior, dropped.
“San?” You cautiously call out as you make your way to the living room of your shared apartment. As you round the corner, you find him tense. Head in his hands and angrily mumbling to himself on the chenille sofa.
San’s demeanor changed completely when he heard and saw you. While he was still obviously angry, it showed less on his brow now. His eyes were softer and
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” You ask, concerned. You take a few quick strides and come up behind him. He’s wearing one of those black compression shirts and a pair of black sweatpants. Rubbing your hands together, you warm them up and begin to massage his tense shoulders and trapezius muscles.
“Nothing was working out today in practice,” San begins to vent. “Like everyone and everything was just off.” He sighs and leans into your relaxing touch.
“It’ll all work out, it always does, doesn’t it?” You point out. You take advantage of the minimum amount of coverage his neck has and start to press soft, open-mouth kisses down it.
You absolutely hated to see San this way. You always did. If something didn’t go how he wanted it to, or he felt that he could’ve put in more effort, he became this walking thundercloud of frustration, never letting it go until he’s manually calmed down. Something as small as a pebble getting stuck in his shoe after the fact could add more fuel to the fire and transform him into a flaming ball of anger instead.
But there was one foolproof trick to always put him out.
And it was almost too simple because it was only you.
All San truly needed in order to feel better about his day was your touch. And the way that your lips gently sucked on his neck right now soothed his tight muscles.
Your hands slowly trailed down to his chest while you continued leaving soft marks along his neck, not caring about their visibility.
“You’re right.” San finally says with a sharp exhale when your teeth graze his skin. “Come here.” He orders with a pat of his lap, and you obey. “I’m so grateful for you. If I didn’t have you here, I’d probably go insane.” The confession was random but was genuine. It made the two of you laugh as you straddled him.
Your soft hands continued to rub his chest, letting him rambling on about his day. About how Wooyoung kept messing up on the same part, and how it felt like Yunho was knit picking way too much for a new choreography. About how he couldn’t beat his PR at the gym earlier in the day. It was all so infuriating to him.
There was nothing you wanted to do more than make him happy. Take his mind off of all this.
Your hands fell to the hem of his skintight shirt with a light tug. Your eyes communicating the request. San nods and swiftly removes his top.
From his broad shoulders to his pumped pecs and his softly chiseled abs, your eyes took in every piece of his beautiful body. His eyes follow yours until they find their way back up to his, and he takes your lips in a kiss. A very passionate one at that.
All of his pent-up frustration is released in the form of making out. Teeth clashing. Hips rolling against yours. He runs his fingers up the back of your head before grabbing a handful of hair, pulling you, making sure you’re as close to him as humanly possible.
He takes full control, and you don’t fight it. You let it happen because he needs this. His tongue explores your mouth eagerly while his free hand snakes down to the bottom of your ass, giving it a squeeze. A moan slips past your lips then into his before pulling away slightly.
“I need you.” He rasps against your lips.
His eyes are sharp with lust and desire. Ready to consume you. Ready to give you everything he has.
And you’re more than ready to take it.
“Then you can have me, my love.” Offering yourself to him on a silver platter.
San grins, lifting you from his lap and throwing you over his shoulder, relocating to the bedroom. A fleet of giggles left your lips as you let him carry you away to the bed. Your book still lying open on the last page you read. There was no time between getting up to check on him and now to put it away. Once he saw that, he was somehow turned on even more. You really were perfect.
Moving the piece of literature out of the way, San gently laid you on your back, kissing your forehead, nose, lips, neck. You relish in every little bit of contact he makes, whimpering and whining. Just as needy as him. Maybe.
He purposely left his oversized shirt on you, truly believing it looked better on you rather than off. San’s thick fingers hooked in the waistband of your shorts and pulled them off, laughing softly at the sheer size of them. “You’d be better off just wearing your panties next time. These are basically the same size.” He teased, holding them up by the waistband to show the size accurately.
“Stop it!” You laughed, swatting the shorts out of his hand, leaving them on the ground alongside your book. “Quit playing around. You’re ruining the mood.”
“Sorry, princess.” He apologizes, rubbing your thighs comfortingly.
Though, mere seconds later, San wasted no time pouncing on you, spreading your legs, and positioning himself on his stomach between them. All happening well before you had the opportunity to comprehend the situation. A surprised gasp bounces off the walls of your bedroom.
You knew he needed you, but not this bad.
Within moments, his tongue was sliding over your clothed cunt. Loud hums of pleasure immediately flew out of your mouth. Your juices seeping through the fabric and mixing with his salvia.
One of your hands found purchase in his hair, while the other gripped the sheets. San wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he went to work on your now weeping cunt.
“Holy shit—“ You manage to get out before he’s removing his mouth and admiring the way the wet cotton clung to you like a second skin. San wasted no more time than necessary to remove them, throwing them somewhere on the floor, joining the rest of the items tossed there.
San used his to middle fingers to gently caress your folds, circling your clit a few times before plunging inside.
His fingers curled perfectly inside your soft walls, intricately working you closer to your first orgasm. And boy was he determined to get you there.
Your body writhed against him, trying to get the perfect balance of friction and pressure. San’s sharp eyes gazed up at you through the dark hair that fell over his eyes.
You looked down and made eye contact. His face was flushed and his pupils were blown. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought that he was going to eat you alive.
And he might as well have.
He groaned at the way your eyes stayed locked on him between your thighs, kissing your sensitive clit. San reveled in the way your entire body shook and your back arched. He knew you were close. His lips attached to you again, simultaneously licking and sucking your most sensitive spot.
Your toes curled and the hand that gripped the bedsheets was now also entangled in his hair. Your frequent moans were his motivation to continue working his fingers into you until your voice hit that specific pitch that usually signaled your climax. The rest of your delicious noises got trapped in your throat.
“Give it all to me, baby.” He growled, spitting on your cunt and rubbing it as fast as he possibly could with all his fingers.
“I’m— I can’t— Oh, fuck— San!” You cried out as you let yourself go. Orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Legs shaking and chest heaving. Though San didn’t stop. He reattached himself to your dripping slit, licking up any mess you might’ve made.
“San, wait. That’s too much right now—“ You tried to stop him before you hit overstimulation.
“Shh, just take it, sweetheart.” He mumbled against you, voice sickly sweet while flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up.
San took in the view of you for a few moments. Face down. Ass up. Pussy weeping with a mixture of your slick and his spit. A masterpiece if he said so himself.
With zero hesitation, he gripped your ass and spread you open. Only to lick a stripe over your cunt before plastering kisses all over it, some on the backs of your thighs as well.
“Oh, baby, I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so beautiful. My pretty girl.” He praised, dragging a thumb right down your slit. San could’ve sworn he saw you clench down around nothing.
Again, he dove in, eating you out like his life depended on it. Every so often he readjusted his grip on your ass just to make sure the stretch was still pleasurable.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Pushing back against his tongue, looking back at him with tears in your eyes, reaching back to grip one of his hands, and then his hair. You were a mess.
“It’s okay, just let it happen.” He purred against you, taking your hand and planting it on the bed next to you. San never lost his pace. Pumping his fingers in and out of you with no hesitation. He wanted you to cum more than you wanted to at this point.
You listened to his muffled moans and pornographic slurping. You felt his warm and wet tongue skillfully exploring your cunt. The symphony of squelching, whimpers, and groans echoed throughout the room.
Your head dropped into the pillows and you let out a guttural moan before you felt you lower stomach tense up and an unfamiliar sensation grow.
“Fuck! San, hold on I can’t—“ Before you could fully get your sentence out, your thighs begin to quiver and you feel yourself gush all over your boyfriend’s face.
Unbeknownst to you, he had been grinding himself into the bed to satisfy his extremely hard cock. Since he saw you bent over on your knees like this, he truly couldn’t take it anymore. His relief came not long after yours.
As he desperately dry humped himself to his own climax, he detached from your cunt and let out a long string of whimpers and curses.
One of his hands moved over to lightly slap your cunt a few times. You jumped at the shock of pleasure that came with each impact, prolonging your orgasm just a little longer, making you collapse in the bed when it finished running it’s course.
“Fuck, princess. Look at what you did.” He said finally sitting up. When he realized, you weren’t going to turn over on your own, he helped turn you over.
Your eyes scanned the scene. San’s sweatpants had a darker spot in the crotch area; his face and the ends of his hair with were soaked with you. The bedspread didn’t look much better either.
You blushed when you realized just what San had done. He’d cum without you even touching him. Got off on the pure desire to please you and the noises you made.
If nothing was messy before, it sure was now. “You squirted everywhere, my sweet girl.” His explained when he saw a confused look take over your face, his voice saccharine and smiling.
“I’ve never done that before.” You say shocked. San had never really pushed you like that during sex, let alone you push yourself that far.
San laughs to himself before leaning back down to kiss all over your lower body, starting with your stomach and ending with your still dripping cunt.
warnings: established relationships, very brief mention of anxiety/fear, not proofread
genre: fluff
summary: in which a harsh thunderstorm keeps you and seonghwa locked up inside all day. luckily, the day goes by quicker than you know.
notes: i’m so glad everyone has been enjoying my writings so far!!! i’m in a bit of a slump right now but im working on it…. my requests are always open if you want to request more of something!
wordcount: 0.7k
A loud clap of thunder is what stirred you awake. You jump up, frightened of the boom. Your eyes darting around your darkened room in search of the source. Rain pattered against your windows and roof as millions of drops fell per second, making you realize it was just thunder.
“Angel?” A soft voice called for you.
Seonghwa was peacefully lying on his side of the bed, an unfamiliar book in hand. “Are you alright? It’s just thunder. They sent out a flash flood warning about an hour ago.” He explained while putting a bookmark into his literature and closing it.
The fear and anxiety in your chest subsided the moment you heard his voice and explanation. “Oh. How long have you been awake for?” You ask, taking a peek at the time on your phone and seeing that it was late morning.
The bed had an indent where you once were, which you took as an invitation to fill it out again.
“Maybe two hours?” Seonghwa phrased his answer like a question. “It’s not a problem, though. You need your sleep. Besides, it’s a rainy day on the weekend. We have nothing to do.”
You nod your head and snuggle up close to him. “What were you reading?”
“Just a poetry book I picked up the other day. Do you want me to read you some poems?” Again, you nodded your head in response. When Seonghwa picked up the book again, you could see the various colored sticky notes sticking out of it, each color seeming to have its own meaning.
Seonghwa reads off some of the most heartfelt pieces of writings you’ve ever heard. You can’t help but stare at his features in awe. How were you so lucky to be in such a position with such a beautifully sculpted man? As the time went by and the rain continued to pour buckets onto the unsuspecting earth, you and Seonghwa analyzed a few poems together, picking apart each stanza and its potential meaning.
“We should eat.” You finally say with a laugh, breaking the poem-analyzing streak. “It’s past noon and we’ve been here all day!”
Dramatically, you roll out of bed and come over to his side, grabbing one of his arms and playfully pull on it. A honeyed laugh leaves his perfect lips as he reluctantly gets up and follows you to the kitchen.
You take out some left over soup from the night prior and portion it up into two separate bowls before putting them in the microwave to reheat.
“Should we build a lego set while we eat? You just have to be super careful not to get it dirty.” Seonghwa suggested, finding a place behind you, pressing his body against yours and letting his head rest in the crook of your neck. “I just bought one not too long ago. Haven’t had the time to build it.” He hummed, feeling the coziness in the atmosphere.
Right as you opened you mouth to speak, a beeping alarm sounded from the appliance in front of you, signaling that the soup was reheated. “That sounds perfect! I’ll clear off the table and make some room.”
Before anything else could be said, you made a bee-line to the dining room table. It was already fairly clean. Just a few pieces of mail and jackets were left there. It took a total of five minutes for you to clean of the table and set both of the bowls there, and took Seonghwa the same amount of time to locate the unopened set.
The two of you sipped soup and built legos for a majority of the afternoon. Laughter and lighthearted arguments filled the walls of your home. You seriously couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend your rainy off-day with your boyfriend.
For dinner you decided on ordering food to be delivered. That soup only satiated the two of you for so long. And when that food arrived, you retreated back into the bedroom, back into the comfort of your duvet.
Seonghwa decided that the best way to wind down was to play Animal Crossing. He was always so excited to show you his villagers and give you a tour of his island. He even went so far as to let you decorate a small area of his island so he could have a piece of you even in-game.
To end the night, the loud rainstorm that could’ve fooled you into thinking it was a hailstorm, finally faded out to silence and then crickets chirping.
having no motivation sucks so bad 🙁 i have all these ideas in my head but i just can’t bring myself to write them… i’ll write/post a little drabble tonight and see if it helps at all!!!
warnings: headcannons, established relationships, pet names (baby, darling, love, angel), a little bit of cheesy dialogue
notes: I SAID THIS WOULD BE POSTED AGESSSSS AGO…. i got so busy and had so much going on i had no time to finish writing this. when i was halfway through, it just didn’t save and i wanted to kms!!! so im glad it’s done. i’m really into crocheting and giving gifts rn so this is right up my alley (and hopefully yours too)
word count: 1.8k
—hongjoong
hongjoong would definitely find ways to incorporate whatever you made him into his outfits. whether it be a beanie, a keychain, a vest, a sweater, it would be shown off as much as possible. he would use your gifts so much, that they become worn and stretched out, leaving you no other choice but to make him another.
-
“what is it?” hongjoong questioned, taking the medium-sized box into his hands.
“just open it and you’ll see!” you urge him on, eager to see his reaction to your gift. it was a navy blue vest with a white border. you had purposefully kept it simple and basic just in case he wanted to accessorize or add anything onto it.
when he finally opened it his entire face lit up. “you made this? how long did it take?” hongjoong set the box down to give you a warm bear hug.
“about a week maybe? i could’ve made it quicker but it was a busy week and—“ you explain before getting cut off.
“you spent that much time on this for me? baby, thank you so much. i promise, every chance i get to wear this, i am.”
and he definitely stayed true to that. so much so that not even two months later, he comes to you asking if you’re able to make him a new one in a different color way because the old one is stretched out and worn.
-
—seonghwa
seonghwa would treasure it forever. he would find a way to display it nicely and neatly. never would he let anyone even touch it. why would he when he barely does? if your precious gift to him got ruined, seonghwa would continuously blame himself. even if you tell him it’s fine and it came be washed or remade.
-
you waltz into seonghwa’s room, hands held behind your back. seonghwa is sat in front of his computer, doing only god knows what. when he finally realizes your presence, he greets you with a hug and a forehead kiss.
“what do you have?” he asks, a curious grin growing on his face.
“give me another kiss, and i’ll let you have it.” you tease, closing your eyes and puckering your lips, waiting for his soft lips to land on yours. almost immediately after the words left your mouth, his lips were on yours.
even though it was a quick kiss, it was just as loving and exhilarating as the longer ones.
satisfied, you hand him the small white rabbit amigurumi plush you made for him. you could practically see seonghwa’s heart melt when his eyes land on it and takes it into his hands.
“oh darling, i will keep this safe forever and ever.” he assures you with another hug and third kiss. “thank you so much. i swear nothing will happen to it.”
-
—yunho
yunho would keep it on his desk or carry around with him so he has something to remind him of you while he’s away. he would show the rest of the members, almost brag about it, but never let them touch it because it was like an extension of you.
-
when you sneak up behind yunho and drape the scarf you made him over his shoulders, he looks at you confused.
“what’s this?” he asked, slowly pulling it off and looking at it.
“a scarf, duh!” you say sarcastically before laughing at his unamused expression. “it’s a gift. i made it for you.”
“you didn’t actually,” he paused for a moment, smiling at you. “did you?”
when you nod and confirm that you did in fact take the time out of your day to make him that, he engulfs you in his embrace.
“i’m going to take this everywhere with me. even if it’s not cold out. i love you so much.” yunho says as he peppers kisses all over your face while you giggle and try to push him away. “the boys are going to be so jealous of me when i show them what my baby can do.”
-
—yeosang
yeosang would forget about it after a while. not purposely though. when he first receives it he’ll obsess over it an put it away in a drawer or somewhere in his closet. after about a week or so when cleaning his room he’ll find it again. like a broken record he’ll obsess over it, put it away to keep it safe, and forget about it, then repeat.
-
about a week and a half ago, you made yeosang a keychain of a star to put on his bags, keys, whatever he wanted. when he first received it he thanked you a million times over and wore it on every bag and belt loop he could.
you knew you could only wear something so much before it got damaged in some kind of way. so when yeosang wasn’t wearing it anymore, you didn’t mind or even notice that much.
you were laid on your bed, scrolling away on your phone when you get interrupted by a facetime call from yeosang.
“hey love, what’s up?” you barely manage to get out before yeosang begins talking.
“you know that keychain you made me? the star one?” he asked with a big smile.
“yes..?” you answered suspiciously. “what about it? did something happen to it?”
“kind of? i totally forgot i put it away in my drawer! i just wanted to call and thank you again. you’re literally the best person ever and i love you so much!”
after you tell him it’s no problem and chat for a little longer, you say your goodbyes. for the next few days yeosang would send you pictures of him utilizing your gift…until he didn’t. and then the cycle repeats.
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—san
san would die of happiness. the fact that you even thought about making something for him, let alone thought about him, just made him melt. he’ll cherish your gift to him by equally using it and displaying it. he wants to show you how grateful he is, but also wants it to remain in tact.
-
san couldn’t stop kissing your face when you handed him the finger-knit blanket you had made him. he always admired your hobby and wanted one of your projects, but he’d never ask. so the fact you made him this unprompted, made his love for you increase tenfold.
“is this really for me?” san asked, still in disbelief. this was literally a dream come true for him.
“of course it is, silly. i even made it in your favorite color.” you reassured him, pushing it into his arms. “just say thank you and take it.”
“thank you so much, baby!” san quickly takes it from you and lays it out on his bed, admiring it further. it seemed like his face had gotten stuck smiling because not once did it drop.
san would send you “update” pictures of him either actively using the blanket or draping it over his chair or bed. he wanted you to know that he loved it.
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—mingi
mingi wouldn’t know what to do with it. he would want to use it but would be scared to break it or do something wrong. you would reassure him that it’ll be okay and that if something were to happen, you could always make him a new one. even with the reassurance, he would continue to be really cautious.
-
mingi hesitantly took the black beanie you made him into his hands. “can i really wear this? what if it gets dirty or falls apart?”
“of course you can wear it, silly. if it gets dirty i’ll wash it for you, and if it comes apart for whatever reason i’ll make you a new one.” you reassure him, going up on your tippy-toes to give him a kiss.
he returns the kiss with a smile and tightly grips the hat. despite being unsure about just how much he can wear the hat, he was really grateful for the gift.
“thank you, angel.” mingi whispers softly before pulling away.
mingi would end up wearing it a few times and even showed it off to the rest of the members, but as time went on, he leaned towards keeping it visible on his desk. a safe place for it to stay and also be admired.
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—wooyoung
wooyoung would be the type to ask for more of your creations once you gift him one. he’d become obsessed with scrolling on whatever app, looking up “crochet projects,” finding the ones he likes, and sending them all to you asking if you could make them for him. and some you would, but most of them were maybe’s and no’s.
-
“wooyoung! i have a something for you!” you called out, a cheesy smile on your lips.
wooyoung basically came running, eager to accept your gift. you told him to close his eyes and open his hands.
“what is it? food? a photo album of us? a game?” he began listing off items before you even had the chance to put it in his hands.
“oh, will you hush? here. you can look now.” you snapped a bit, pushing the project into his hands. your first gift was a cat beanie that he adored and wore it whenever he could.
he really appreciated the gift. possibly a little too much? of course, he showered you with more affection than you could ever ask for. but once he saw what you could do, the video links never stopped.
woo: do you think you could make this? it looks really cool.
woo: i’ve been looking for some keychains, could you make me one?
woo: this looks so soft. can you make it?
the requests never seemed to stop. some of the more simple ones you would agree to make, but a vast majority of them were no’s. he became obsessed with crochet, but not in the same way you were.
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—jongho
jongho would do some research on crocheting and really admire the time and effort you put into making his gift. he would ask about the specific stitches you used, and then ask you to show him how to do them, just out of curiosity.
-
you had crocheted jongho a nice sweater. one made out of the softest cotton yarn you could find, not wanting it to be itchy and/or uncomfortable to wear. when you gave it to him he looked a bit shocked, not expecting the gift to be a fully handmade piece of clothing. he absolutely loved it and promised to wear it on chilly autumn days.
within the following days you could hear videos on crocheting sweater coming from his phone, and only a day or so after that, he asked you to show him. which brings you to now. sitting in his lap, explaining terms to him.
“a chain is exactly what it sounds and looks like. it’s the foundation of crocheting and of most projects.” hook in one hand, yarn entangled in the other, you show him how to chain and he nods.
“did you start my sweater like this?” jongho asked curiously.
“yeah, i did actually! and then once i chained enough, i did double crochets in each chain.”
“double crochet?” he asked sweetly.
before you knew it, you had dragged him deep down inside the crochet rabbit hole.
OVER 400 NOTES ON MY FIRST FIC!?! WHAT THE HELLY! i’m so happy and i really appreciate it!! i got an ot8 fluff headcannon post locked and loaded… will probably be posted sometime tomorrow
warnings: kind of idol!san (he mentions practice), established relationship, cursing, smut, oral (f receiving), squirting, pet names(princess, baby, sweetheart), little bit of dry humping, bit of body worship (if i missed anything lmk!)
summary: in which your boyfriend comes home after a long day and is very frustrated. he decides that the only way he’ll calm down is by eating you out.
notes: this came to me in a daydream and has stuck with me ever since… first real post and first real attempt to write smut so be nice !!! i’m not extremely happy with it so i’ll probably rewrite it in the future but i needed this out of my drafts LOL
wordcount: 2.0k
MINORS GO AWAY!!!
this is a work of fiction and in no way does it reflect any actions taken by the written member.
It was a beautifully perfect day for you. The sun warmed the earth to a temperature not too hot, but not too cool. Right now, nothing could ruin your peace. You were relaxing in the bed you shared with your boyfriend, your most recent read opened in your lap. A content and warm smile painted your face as you read the cheesy romance novel.
Nothing could beat relaxing in your bed, in your significant other’s large t-shirt with some comfortable too-short shorts, reading a captivating book, and all in perfect weather. Seriously, could today get any better?
Suddenly you hear the door open, meaning San had finally come home. A fire ignites in your heart at the thought of finally seeing him. Maybe it could get better.
Only, moments later that same door slammed and you hear a loud curse. That fire was extinguished almost instantly. That smile you wore just a few moments prior, dropped.
“San?” You cautiously call out as you make your way to the living room of your shared apartment. As you round the corner, you find him tense. Head in his hands and angrily mumbling to himself on the chenille sofa.
San’s demeanor changed completely when he heard and saw you. While he was still obviously angry, it showed less on his brow now. His eyes were softer and
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” You ask, concerned. You take a few quick strides and come up behind him. He’s wearing one of those black compression shirts and a pair of black sweatpants. Rubbing your hands together, you warm them up and begin to massage his tense shoulders and trapezius muscles.
“Nothing was working out today in practice,” San begins to vent. “Like everyone and everything was just off.” He sighs and leans into your relaxing touch.
“It’ll all work out, it always does, doesn’t it?” You point out. You take advantage of the minimum amount of coverage his neck has and start to press soft, open-mouth kisses down it.
You absolutely hated to see San this way. You always did. If something didn’t go how he wanted it to, or he felt that he could’ve put in more effort, he became this walking thundercloud of frustration, never letting it go until he’s manually calmed down. Something as small as a pebble getting stuck in his shoe after the fact could add more fuel to the fire and transform him into a flaming ball of anger instead.
But there was one foolproof trick to always put him out.
And it was almost too simple because it was only you.
All San truly needed in order to feel better about his day was your touch. And the way that your lips gently sucked on his neck right now soothed his tight muscles.
Your hands slowly trailed down to his chest while you continued leaving soft marks along his neck, not caring about their visibility.
“You’re right.” San finally says with a sharp exhale when your teeth graze his skin. “Come here.” He orders with a pat of his lap, and you obey. “I’m so grateful for you. If I didn’t have you here, I’d probably go insane.” The confession was random but was genuine. It made the two of you laugh as you straddled him.
Your soft hands continued to rub his chest, letting him rambling on about his day. About how Wooyoung kept messing up on the same part, and how it felt like Yunho was knit picking way too much for a new choreography. About how he couldn’t beat his PR at the gym earlier in the day. It was all so infuriating to him.
There was nothing you wanted to do more than make him happy. Take his mind off of all this.
Your hands fell to the hem of his skintight shirt with a light tug. Your eyes communicating the request. San nods and swiftly removes his top.
From his broad shoulders to his pumped pecs and his softly chiseled abs, your eyes took in every piece of his beautiful body. His eyes follow yours until they find their way back up to his, and he takes your lips in a kiss. A very passionate one at that.
All of his pent-up frustration is released in the form of making out. Teeth clashing. Hips rolling against yours. He runs his fingers up the back of your head before grabbing a handful of hair, pulling you, making sure you’re as close to him as humanly possible.
He takes full control, and you don’t fight it. You let it happen because he needs this. His tongue explores your mouth eagerly while his free hand snakes down to the bottom of your ass, giving it a squeeze. A moan slips past your lips then into his before pulling away slightly.
“I need you.” He rasps against your lips.
His eyes are sharp with lust and desire. Ready to consume you. Ready to give you everything he has.
And you’re more than ready to take it.
“Then you can have me, my love.” Offering yourself to him on a silver platter.
San grins, lifting you from his lap and throwing you over his shoulder, relocating to the bedroom. A fleet of giggles left your lips as you let him carry you away to the bed. Your book still lying open on the last page you read. There was no time between getting up to check on him and now to put it away. Once he saw that, he was somehow turned on even more. You really were perfect.
Moving the piece of literature out of the way, San gently laid you on your back, kissing your forehead, nose, lips, neck. You relish in every little bit of contact he makes, whimpering and whining. Just as needy as him. Maybe.
He purposely left his oversized shirt on you, truly believing it looked better on you rather than off. San’s thick fingers hooked in the waistband of your shorts and pulled them off, laughing softly at the sheer size of them. “You’d be better off just wearing your panties next time. These are basically the same size.” He teased, holding them up by the waistband to show the size accurately.
“Stop it!” You laughed, swatting the shorts out of his hand, leaving them on the ground alongside your book. “Quit playing around. You’re ruining the mood.”
“Sorry, princess.” He apologizes, rubbing your thighs comfortingly.
Though, mere seconds later, San wasted no time pouncing on you, spreading your legs, and positioning himself on his stomach between them. All happening well before you had the opportunity to comprehend the situation. A surprised gasp bounces off the walls of your bedroom.
You knew he needed you, but not this bad.
Within moments, his tongue was sliding over your clothed cunt. Loud hums of pleasure immediately flew out of your mouth. Your juices seeping through the fabric and mixing with his salvia.
One of your hands found purchase in his hair, while the other gripped the sheets. San wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he went to work on your now weeping cunt.
“Holy shit—“ You manage to get out before he’s removing his mouth and admiring the way the wet cotton clung to you like a second skin. San wasted no more time than necessary to remove them, throwing them somewhere on the floor, joining the rest of the items tossed there.
San used his to middle fingers to gently caress your folds, circling your clit a few times before plunging inside.
His fingers curled perfectly inside your soft walls, intricately working you closer to your first orgasm. And boy was he determined to get you there.
Your body writhed against him, trying to get the perfect balance of friction and pressure. San’s sharp eyes gazed up at you through the dark hair that fell over his eyes.
You looked down and made eye contact. His face was flushed and his pupils were blown. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought that he was going to eat you alive.
And he might as well have.
He groaned at the way your eyes stayed locked on him between your thighs, kissing your sensitive clit. San reveled in the way your entire body shook and your back arched. He knew you were close. His lips attached to you again, simultaneously licking and sucking your most sensitive spot.
Your toes curled and the hand that gripped the bedsheets was now also entangled in his hair. Your frequent moans were his motivation to continue working his fingers into you until your voice hit that specific pitch that usually signaled your climax. The rest of your delicious noises got trapped in your throat.
“Give it all to me, baby.” He growled, spitting on your cunt and rubbing it as fast as he possibly could with all his fingers.
“I’m— I can’t— Oh, fuck— San!” You cried out as you let yourself go. Orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Legs shaking and chest heaving. Though San didn’t stop. He reattached himself to your dripping slit, licking up any mess you might’ve made.
“San, wait. That’s too much right now—“ You tried to stop him before you hit overstimulation.
“Shh, just take it, sweetheart.” He mumbled against you, voice sickly sweet while flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up.
San took in the view of you for a few moments. Face down. Ass up. Pussy weeping with a mixture of your slick and his spit. A masterpiece if he said so himself.
With zero hesitation, he gripped your ass and spread you open. Only to lick a stripe over your cunt before plastering kisses all over it, some on the backs of your thighs as well.
“Oh, baby, I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so beautiful. My pretty girl.” He praised, dragging a thumb right down your slit. San could’ve sworn he saw you clench down around nothing.
Again, he dove in, eating you out like his life depended on it. Every so often he readjusted his grip on your ass just to make sure the stretch was still pleasurable.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Pushing back against his tongue, looking back at him with tears in your eyes, reaching back to grip one of his hands, and then his hair. You were a mess.
“It’s okay, just let it happen.” He purred against you, taking your hand and planting it on the bed next to you. San never lost his pace. Pumping his fingers in and out of you with no hesitation. He wanted you to cum more than you wanted to at this point.
You listened to his muffled moans and pornographic slurping. You felt his warm and wet tongue skillfully exploring your cunt. The symphony of squelching, whimpers, and groans echoed throughout the room.
Your head dropped into the pillows and you let out a guttural moan before you felt you lower stomach tense up and an unfamiliar sensation grow.
“Fuck! San, hold on I can’t—“ Before you could fully get your sentence out, your thighs begin to quiver and you feel yourself gush all over your boyfriend’s face.
Unbeknownst to you, he had been grinding himself into the bed to satisfy his extremely hard cock. Since he saw you bent over on your knees like this, he truly couldn’t take it anymore. His relief came not long after yours.
As he desperately dry humped himself to his own climax, he detached from your cunt and let out a long string of whimpers and curses.
One of his hands moved over to lightly slap your cunt a few times. You jumped at the shock of pleasure that came with each impact, prolonging your orgasm just a little longer, making you collapse in the bed when it finished running it’s course.
“Fuck, princess. Look at what you did.” He said finally sitting up. When he realized, you weren’t going to turn over on your own, he helped turn you over.
Your eyes scanned the scene. San’s sweatpants had a darker spot in the crotch area; his face and the ends of his hair with were soaked with you. The bedspread didn’t look much better either.
You blushed when you realized just what San had done. He’d cum without you even touching him. Got off on the pure desire to please you and the noises you made.
If nothing was messy before, it sure was now. “You squirted everywhere, my sweet girl.” His explained when he saw a confused look take over your face, his voice saccharine and smiling.
“I’ve never done that before.” You say shocked. San had never really pushed you like that during sex, let alone you push yourself that far.
San laughs to himself before leaning back down to kiss all over your lower body, starting with your stomach and ending with your still dripping cunt.
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angst, comfort, fluff, smut
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