Bottom of a Bottle
Choi San/Reader
Rating: Explicit (sexual content, language)
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I feel like I've been locked up tight
For a century of lonely nights
Waiting for someone to release me
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You got the brilliant idea to spend your second summer of college working at an excavation site in Egypt. It was a sweltering Egyptian summer, and you were caked in sweat when you found the bottle. It was nothing seemingly extraordinary. Just an emerald green, beer bottle looking glass, adorned in jewels and golden Egyptian inscriptions. You carefully rubbed sand from your find, careful not to dislodge any of the decor.
You worked in meticulous strokes until a voice cleared behind you.
“If you wipe it any longer, you’ll take the varnish off for sure. And I just got it how I liked it.”
You nearly shrieked and just about dropped the bottle. You had been alone in your section, listening to the newest BTS drop, when a man crept up behind you.
A man not of your excavation party.
He was Asian-possibly Korean. He had short, well kept, jet black hair and narrow, chocolate eyes. His arms were crossed over his broad chest. He stood before you in baggy black pants, barely held up by narrow hips, a tight black t-shirt, and black slip on shoes.
He was gorgeous.
Annoyingly so.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” you grimaced, clutching at your chest. Anxiety had flared, causing you chest pain. The man before you raised an eyebrow.
“You did summon me.”
Summon him? What the…?
You glanced down at the bottle in your hand and back to the man.
Then back to the bottle.
Could he have come from within?
No. Shit like that was just fairy tales and urban legends. Ones you had heard many of since you landed in this sandy oasis.
You shifted on your feet. Sand gritted against your soles, even though you wore high socks and tennis shoes. You should have listened and worn sandals instead. Maybe tomorrow.
You were trying to stay cool in your “F-caw-f” tank top and khaki shorts. Your hair was up in a messy bun and wrapped in a tie-dye bandana.
You forewent makeup in favor of layers of sunscreen. Now you were feeling a little self conscious about that fact, given the Adonis before you. Even if he was rude.
“Look,” you put your hands up. “I don’t want any trouble. So just go back where you came from.”
The only weapon you had was your spade. Which was conveniently on the other side of the man. You wouldn’t be able to reach it in time.
The man before you sighed and rolled his eyes.
“My name is Choi San. I am the genie you summoned,” he eyed the glass in your hand closely.
You blinked.
“Are you drunk?” you whisper asked. That or on drugs. Or needed drugs. He clearly wasn’t in his right mind, gorgeous or not.
“San” rolled his eyes again and huffed at you even louder.
“I am not intoxicated. Like I said, I am Choi San, the genie you–”
“Summoned. Yeah. Heard you the first time,” you took a tentative step back. “Look, this has been fun and all, teasing the foreigner, but I’m going to get going.”
“Are you not going to use your three wishes?” he snapped. You stared back at him.
“My what?”
“A genie grants three wishes. No wishing for immortality, love, creation of life, or death. Aside from that, most wishes can be granted.”
This man was really selling his level of crazy. Your anxiety bloomed stronger in your chest.
“Uh huh,” you turned to walk away from him. In an instant he was right behind you, breathing down your neck.
“Jesus fuck,” you yelled. San looked mildly amused.
“You must say “Genie, I wish for” and explain in detail what it is you seek.”
“Yeah?” you tried side stepping him to no avail. “And what do people usually ask you for?”
“Riches, luxuries like you couldn’t imagine, lust, gold, diamonds, rubies…”
“Okay, okay.”
“If you do not require my services at this time, I can go back in my confinement,” he eyed the bottle in your hand. You saw your teacher’s head appearing over the horizon.
“Alright,” you cleared your throat. “Back in the bottle.”
San gave a hard eye roll, then disappeared.
Straight into the bottle you held.
You nearly dropped it again.
“Do not drop me,” you heard from within the glass. You looked around. There was nowhere to go with the treasure.
So you buried it right back where you found it.
Problem solved, right?
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You woke in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and parched. You reached for your water bottle. Fingers clinked against glass. Your eyes snapped open.
The bottle you had unearthed and reburied was by your bedside, pristine as when you had found it.
“You can’t get rid of me until all three wishes are complete,” came the irritating (and irritated) voice from within.
You groaned and threw yourself back onto your flat pillow.
You would look more into this tomorrow.
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The next day, instead of joining the excavation crew, you headed into town claiming the need for supplies. Your professor sent you with a lengthy list of needs and money to cover them all.
Really, you were looking for a local shaman. Or woman. Or anyone who might have answers.
It didn’t take you long to find someone. Or rather be found by one. An older woman in a shawl stared at you as you crossed the market.
“You carry something worth more than Egyptian currency in that satchel of yours,” came a mellow voice. You froze. You slowly turned to face her. She ushered you into her tent, out from under the blazing sun.
“What do you know of genies?” you questioned, sliding your sunglasses up into your hair. The old woman smiled brightly. She had pristine white teeth.
“Genies were once humans, consumed by greed and copious amounts of evil deeds, cursed by a witch to serve human kind’s greediness for eternity.”
“Eternity,” you echoed.
“Well that or unless someone wishes them free. But humans are innately selfish,” she continued. “They always use their wishes for themselves.”
You were glad San hadn’t been able to read your mind. You had already wished for at least twenty things before breakfast (including a steaming hot bath).
“It’s a double edged sword,” she interrupted your thinking. “The wishes often come back to bite the wisher in the ass, due to their selfish nature.”
You let out a snort. You could think of hundred of ways the words of a wish could twist and go wrong. You would have to be meticulous.
Assuming this was real and you hadn’t had a heat stroke.
Or five.
“Try writing your wishes down first,” the old lady suggested. “Work out any nuances before you speak your desires.”
You stood up to go, but one last question nagged at you. “What happens after the third wish is granted?”
She smiled a toothy-ish grin at you. “The genie is imprisoned in solitude until the next person stumbles upon them.”
“But that could be years! Decades! Centuries!”
The old lady shrugged. “That is why it’s a punishment, child.”
You thanked her for her time and headed into the market. It took a while to procure everything your teacher had asked for, but you finally found it all. It was fumbling through English that proved to be the biggest adversity.
You could always wish to speak and understand all languages.
No.
You didn’t want to waste it on something so trivial. There were apps for that.
You got back to your tent roughly before sundown, as dinner was beginning to be doled out. You took your bowl of stewed beef and rice to your tent, collapsing before your small fan. You placed San’s delicate bottle on a pillow sham next to your bed.
“Tucking me in?” he teased. You jumped at his voice.
“Oh shut up,” you retorted around a mouthful of stew.
Classy. You know.
“Have you thought of a wish yet?” San asked. He sounded mildly annoyed.
“Why, do you have somewhere to be?”
You could feel the eye roll you couldn’t see. It was a favorite hobby of his.
“How long since you were last freed?” you queried as you ate.
“One hundred and fifty-three years and sixteen days,” he answered. “Not including yesterday.”
Oh.
So not like he was counting or anything.
“If you want to stretch your legs, I can get you some stew,” you offered. San materialized at the foot of your bed. He looked exactly as before: cool, calm, and disinterested.
You slipped out of your tent and grabbed another bowl. You nicked a water bottle on your way back inside. You handed both to San. He stared at them like they were ticking bombs, waiting to go off.
“It’s beef stew and water,” you said, taking a bite of your dinner. “It’s nothing five star, but it won’t kill you.”
San took a tentative bite of the food. Then his face lit up. He tore into the wooden bowl with vigor.
“Calm down,” you said, watching the onslaught before you. “You act like you’ve never seen food before.”
San blushed, looking ashamed. He slowed his eating. “No one has fed me in a very long time.”
“So you just go hungry?” you asked, unable to keep the incredulousness from your tone. San shook his head.
“It’s like…ah, what do you call it? Suspended animation. I don’t need to eat just as I don’t use a bathroom or age.”
You blinked at him. That had to be a lonely existence.
Even if it was punishment for something horrific.
“I thought of my first wish,” you announced suddenly, setting your empty bowl to the tarp covered ground. San perked up. You pulled your notebook from beside your bed. You had been sitting on this thought for days. Now was as good of a time as any.
“Genie, I wish for you to cure my mom’s cancer. Make sure that it and no other life threatening alignments befall her.”
San answered around rice, “That’s cleverly close to two, but done.”
Done.
Done.
Just like that.
You supposed you wouldn’t know until you were home in two months. Unless she called before then. That would be a feat of its own.
San eyed your empty bowl, holding his own.
“Still hungry?” you asked with a slight smirk. San gave a small nod. You took your dishes to the campsite, and requested an extra helping. Your professor plopped more rice and stew into your bowl with a cheerful smile.
“Thanks for getting supplies today,” he eyed you. You felt a shiver travel up your spine, and not in a good way. You would need to keep an eye on him.
He wasn’t much older than you. Just…sleazy, for lack of a better word.
“Of course,” you answered.
You blew threw the tent flaps and handed San the bowl. Then you zipped the tent shut, and locked it from inside behind you. San eyed you curiously.
“Don’t want any intruders. Explaining your presence would be difficult, to say the least.”
San seemed appeased by this answer as he began eating. You watched him, fascinated. He moaned as cold water coated his throat. The sound traveled straight to the pit of your stomach, a place it did not belong.
Over the next few days, San offered to help you excavate when alone in trade for food. You agreed, figuring yard time was the least you could offer him. Aside from being occasionally rude, he wasn’t too bad. If anything he was helpful. Sometimes even funny. He assisted in unearthing a handful of other items buried beneath the sand that were of historical importance.
Your internship was going well, to say the least.
Finally, it was your day for the showers. Students rotated in groups every three days. You looked over at San as you gathered your shower kit.
“Do you miss hot water?” you asked, eyeing him. He raised an eyebrow at you.
“In what way?”
“As in cleaning yourself.”
“I told you, I don’t need to.”
“No, I know,” you back tracked a bit. “I mean do you miss the way it feels to have hot water run over your skin?”
San thought for a moment. Then slowly nodded his head.
“It’s my night to shower. I can bring you with me,” you offered.
“Really?” he asked. “What about your second wish?”
“I haven’t thought of anything yet.”
San seemed only mildly miffed by that. You were making progress.
Hell, by the end, he might even be a friend.
You snuck the bottle into the bathhouse, long after the other students had showered. Clad in a bikini, you hung your toiletries on the shower head.
“You can come out.”
San materialized, in only his billowy black pants. His shirt was MIA. And you were ever appreciative for that fact.
The man was built.
Like, ridiculously so.
He flushed deeply at your outfit, or lack there of. You forgot he hadn't seen anyone in over a decade easily, let alone a woman. And you were far from hideous.
San cleared his throat as he caught you staring, as well as doing staring of his own. Your stubborn nipples hardened against the attention. You tried to will them down.
“Here,” you stepped over to his stall. You were close enough that you could feel his breath on your face. You turned on the water so it would be warm. “You can put your pants over the divider. And borrow my soap if you want.”
“At what cost?” he eyed you quizzically.
“No cost, San. It’s just a shower.”
San stepped out of his pants before you, placing them neatly over the divider. You looked anywhere but the tuft between his legs, difficult as that was. God knows you were curious.
He let out a guttural groan as he stepped under the waterfall raining down upon him. You had to shush him even if the sound went straight between your legs.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I forgot how good this can feel. Though I’m used to baths.”
“It’s the desert,” you replied. “We can’t be picky.”
San took his time letting his hands roam his naked body as you both washed. You did your best not to gaze, honestly. But the way the suds of your melon soap clung to his chest had you feeling things you didn’t want to be feeling regarding him.
He was a genie.
Mostly a burden.
Not someone to fuck you face first into your cot until you forgot your own name.
The thought made you shudder.
You quickly hurried through your routine, aware that the allotment of hot water was limited. San seemed content to stand in the water, whether scalding or tepid. You let him loiter as long as you could. Then you handed him your extra towel.
You both dried in silence. San slipped his pants back on as you pulled your hair up into a braid.
“Thank you,” he looked sheepish at the admission. “That was really…thoughtful.”
“Of course,” you responded. Your mouth continued before you could stop yourself. “You can shower with me any time.”
San’s eyes raked up your legs to where your towel barely covered your body. You were very acutely aware of his eyes on your skin. It was suddenly hot in the tent, and it had nothing to do with the humidity or Egyptian heat.
“I should go,” he eyed where your towel delicately rode up your thigh and cleared his throat. “Call me if you need me.”
San apparated away. You let out a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
Maybe this whole genie business was going to be harder than you thought.
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You kept your promises to San. Every night you freed him so he could experience a scrap of dinner. Every third night he joined you under steaming water. Except after a while, he asked to stay out even longer, to talk.
He wanted to get to know you.
You had no idea why.
You told him about your mother and brother back home in Oklahoma. How you went to a university far from home to avoid responsibilities in a selfish move, but found you loved the place. Archaeology had called to you from a young age, and you were excited to explore the world. You were also an expert bowler: highest scorer on your team.
Your mom had had an aggressive form of leukemia that you had wished away. You didn’t know your father, as he left before you were even born. You and your brother fell apart when you refused to stay and handle your mom’s cancer.
He gave up his life to care for her and resented you for it.
You had two cats back at your apartment that a friend was babysitting while you explored Egypt. You were a complete self proclaimed nerd, as well as into reading smutty novels and listening to K-pop. You could knit a mean sweater or blanket for Christmas.
San listened, enraptured by your stories, as a new one came to you every night. From simple bike wrecks to nearly drowning in the river as a child, you told him everything. He was surprisingly easy to talk to.
San lay stretched out on the cot beside you, sharing stolen whispers. He spoke of what he remembered of his childhood. He vaguely recalled his parents and seven siblings but not much else. Time had stolen most of his identity. He couldn’t even tell you why he had been cursed.
You braced yourself for the day he remembered.
He knew he was from Korea and wasn't sure how he wound up in Egypt. Presumably via a previous “owner.” He told you of other exorbitant individuals who had found him in the past, and used him for their own selfishness. He even mentioned a few funny wishes that had you in giggles. (“First wish was for a bigger cock, I swear to God. Then he complained that it was too big.”).
He also began helping with little things without you asking. A scrape? Healed. A heavy boulder? Moved. Overbearing sun? A sudden cloud. Period cramps from hell? Pain relief. Longer hot water for showering? Immediate.
You knew it was no coincidence. He was treating you. Your heart began to beat for a whole new reason, one you weren’t sure you were ready for.
But when he smiled at you with his dimples on full display and his eyes narrowed on you, you forgot why and let yourself be consumed.
Like when you both got caught in a summer shower. Rain came down in droves, blinding your vision. But the warm water felt so good. You stood out from under your tent, enjoying the way it pelted against your skin. San tried dragging you to safety, only to fall in mud. You thought he would shout. Instead he let out a boisterous roar of laughter and pulled you down with him.
He danced with you in the rain that day as your little bluetooth speaker played songs you liked.
Another time he decided to startle you. He had been “napping” in his bottle when he suddenly appeared. You were about to take a sip of water and wound up dumping your canteen all over your chest. San initially laughed until you took off your shirt to let it dry.
Seeing the swell of your breasts had him flustered. He eventually recused himself for reasons he opted not to share (you were pretty sure he was at least a little hard).
One night you had a blinding migraine. San took the pain away and kept you from retching everywhere. He lay by you in your cot, keeping the cloth on your forehead moist and cool, all while murmuring a song you had never heard before. You fell asleep to the sound of his beautiful voice.
Another night, he woke you bright and early (even though you threatened to disembowel him), dragging you out to watch the sunrise. Stars sparkled along the horizon right before the sun crested. You gasped audibly.
Halfway through the second month, a second wish finally came to mind. You didn’t want to voice it, though.
Eventually, you called San forth, a serious expression on your face. You held your notebook before you.
“San, I…”
“It’s okay,” he pushed. “Do it.”
“Genie, I wish to be able to always help those in need, even animals, financially for my lifetime.”
“It is so done,” he said assuredly. There was a chime from your phone. It was your bank app. A huge summation of money was suddenly in your account, a number higher than you had ever imagined. You could finally be of real use to those you loved.
But at what cost?
A thought occurred to you then.
The woman had said there was always a cost.
It was a very specific number. Which meant he knew exactly how long you would even live to be able to use that money.
Your heart sank a little.
What else did he know?
“Do you know when I die?” you asked, your voice small. San looked at you, sullenly.
“Yes.”
“Would you tell me if I asked?” you pressed. You already knew the answer.
“Only if you wished it so.”
You nodded, a tear escaping you. “That’s what I thought.”
“Hey,” he gripped your biceps firmly in his hands. “I can tell you it’s not for a long time. And I see happiness in your future. I don’t see that for many who stumble across me.”
You looked up at San with wet eyes. Was he lying to make you feel better?
Would you even know?
You pushed past him and stepped out of the tent. You gathered a loaf of bread and two chicken and dumpling bowls. You filled your cargo pockets with juice and fruit.
You headed back into the tent to find San sitting on your bed. He looked depressed.
“What’s wrong?” you voiced, handing him a bowl. You tore the bread in half, and placed it atop the chicken slop.
“One more wish left,” he whispered. “Then you’re rid of me forever.”
You paused your hand from bringing the bread to your mouth where you lounged on your cot.
“Is that what you think I want?” you asked a little harsher than intended. San shrugged. It made your blood boil. You nudged him with your foot.
“You think I want you gone?” you snapped now.
San looked up at you with glassy eyes.
“I’ve been stalling this long because I like having you around, stupid,” you tossed a chunk of bread at him. “Don’t think otherwise.”
San sniffled lightly as he caught the bread. “But the day will come when you make your final wish. It always happens.”
“Has it ever been like this for you before?” you asked. Your heart was pounding in your chest.
“No,” he breathed out. “People have always just used me immediately and tossed me aside. I've never been given food or freedom. I've never been granted showers or conversations.”
You sat your bowl aside, and leaned in to cup San’s face gently.
“You said it yourself, this is different,” your eyes searched his. “Have faith in me.”
San nodded, letting a singular tear fall. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your warm skin.
Then he pulled his bowl of dumplings close, and began eating. You memorized the sounds he made as he enjoyed himself. Then he cozied himself into the cot, steeling himself for the night of stories ahead.
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That night you had the most intense dream. You were on a throne, straddling a king that looked suspiciously like San. He was working you up and down his hardened cock, his fingers buried in your hair. You gasped and moaned into his mouth as he took you, claimed you.
“You’re mine,” his teeth sank into the flesh of your shoulder as you came around him.
You woke, heaving breath. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you came out of your dream. You looked around. Though you had fallen asleep in San’s arms, he had vanished, back into his cage.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Weeks of pent up verbal edging had you boiling over.
Your hand slipped into your pajama bottoms, your middle finger easily finding your swollen clit. You pressed your other palm against your mouth to muffle your whimpers. You worked yourself quickly and surely, until you reached your peak.
You came easily with his name ghosting your lips.
You didn’t realize that you had an audience. That your whimpers had stirred him from his bottle. That he palmed himself while watching you, before disappearing again. Before stroking himself to completion, gasping your name.
This couldn’t go on any longer.
Not like this.
For either of you.
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The next day, you returned to the market, this time with San’s bottle hidden within your bunk. You didn’t want him hearing your conversations.
You found the same elderly lady as last time. You slid her a few Egyptian pounds and began your onslaught of questions.
“Do you know of a ruler named San?”
“Not from this location, no. But in the Korean dynasty, yes,” she answered. “He vanished in his early thirties, never to be found.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
Fuck.
“What could he have done that could have turned him into a genie, if that were to have happened?” you asked. Your heart was in your throat. You weren’t sure you were going to like her answer.
In fact you knew you wouldn’t.
“He is said to have started many wars, been responsible for the deaths of many. He allowed soldiers to pillage villages, take what they wanted and let his subjects starve.”
Your heart dropped from your throat to your stomach.
Not San. Not the man you broke bread with and laughed with. Who showered beside you, enjoying the simple pleasure of a cascade of water. Who smiled easily and gave you so much.
Not the man you had slowly fallen in love with.
“Do you think people can change?” you found yourself musing. The old woman sat back with a sigh.
“People rarely do.”
Of course she would say that.
Because it wasn’t what you wanted to hear.
“And what if I were to free a genie?” you pushed. You needed to know the ramifications of your potential actions.
“There’s no telling. But there’s one thing I know for sure,” she frowned at you. “As a human, he wouldn’t remember you.”
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You returned just as the sun was beginning to set. You joined fellow students around a campfire before retiring with a sack of treats and dinner. San was hunched over on your bed waiting, fidgeting his fingers.
“You left me here today.”
“Not on purpose,” you lied. “I realized I forgot your bottle when I was already at the village for supplies.”
San looked up at you. You could tell he didn’t believe you.
You held up a bag in pacification. “I brought snacks for you to try.”
You handed San the sandwich that was for dinner, and dumped the bag of treats before you. They ranged from chocolates, to sweets, to fruits. You began eating your way through it all in awkward silence, minus random comments regarding favorites from the pile.
“You’ve determined your last wish, haven’t you?” he asked, staring at the remnants of the pile of goodies. You held your breath.
“Yes.”
San closed his eyes, his head bowed.
“I thought things were different.”
“They are. That's why I need to do this,” you promised. Though your promises meant nothing, it seemed.
“But first, a request.”
San lifted his head, confusion painting his beautiful face.
“Kiss me.”
San blinked at you.
“Is that your wish?”
“No. But I’m hoping you will indulge me anyway if you so wish,” you exhaled heavily. San brushed wrappers and peels aside, letting them fall to the floor as he inched closer to you.
A hand reached for the band in your hair, letting your brown tresses fall down around your shoulders. San ran a hand through your hair before cupping your cheek. His lips were so close to yours that you shared breath.
He looked at you, his eyes searching.
“You’re sure?”
You quickly nodded. San descended on you like a man in the desert who had discovered water, his salvation. His lips claimed yours, hot and bruising.
It was perfect.
You moved against him, your own hands wrapping around his neck to play with the hair at his nape. He nipped at your bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. Then he slid his tongue along the seam of your lips.
You opened for him and he teased into your mouth. He tasted of a deli sandwich. He tasted of a menagerie of sweets and of fruits. He tasted of despair.
He moaned into your mouth, as he continued to explore you. He leaned into you, until you were on your back on the cot. You settled, your legs spreading, giving him room to rest. He found home between your thighs, his erection pressing into your hip. He ground against you with a groan.
The hand not holding him up began to caress every part of you it could reach. Your legs, your thighs, your hip, up your lean side, the swell of your breast, until he cupped your face again. His hips still moved against you of their own accord. You pulled away barely, your nails raking down the front of his shirt. You gripped the hem of his pants tightly.
“Let me make you feel good.”
San nodded, and you pushed his pants down his thighs. Then you rolled the two of you. You straddled his knees. His cock was hard and leaking against his shirt.
“What are you doing?” he asked through hooded eyes.
“This,” you answered. You took the base of his cock in hand and leaned down. You licked the long vein of the shaft before pulling the tip into your mouth. San swore loudly.
Normally you would be concerned about being overheard. But you were in too deep to care.
San whimpered as your plush lips slid down his velvety flesh, taking him to the hilt. Your head began to slowly bob, your tongue flat as you lapped the underside of him. Every time you reached his slit, you wrote love sonnets with your tongue.
San didn’t know what to do with his hands. He gripped at the cot, then the bedding. Then you reached out and directed his hands to your hair. Fingers carded through long strands as you worked him to an ending pleasure.
San was a whining mess as you licked, sucked and kissed along his cock. Your hand moved along his member, stroking him into your mouth. You craved knowing how he would taste, how he would sound coming undone at your touch.
San’s stomach tightened with a spasm before you, his breath upticking.
“I think something’s happening,” he warned quietly. You doubled down your efforts, paying close attention as you sucked hard on his blunt head, hollowing your cheeks.
San came with a shout, muffled only by his fist in his mouth. His hips bucked off the cot, his hot cum spilling down your throat. You stroked and sucked until he was empty, and overstimulation was kicking in.
San pulled you up his body, righting his pants.
“What the hell was that?” he asked. His pupils were blown, his facial expression completely fucked out. You stroked his face lovingly. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips once more. You poured as much of you into the kiss as possible.
“That was goodbye, San,” you whispered, sadly. San looked at you, confused.
“What? No!” He suddenly panicked, scrambling up the bed. “You promised I could stay!”
“I'm keeping you bound like a slave, San! That's not a life.”
“It is if it's with you.”
You wiped away an arrant tear, your heart breaking in your hammering chest.
“Genie, I wish–”
The flaps to your tent suddenly burst open. You had forgotten to secure them in your haste. Your sleazy professor found you with San partially beneath you, both of you breathing hard.
“I suspected you might be pregnant and needing extra food, but harboring a genie? Well that’s just pudding,” his smirk was malicious. He eyed San’s bottle where it gleamed from your bedside in candle light.
“No,” he flipped you two. A sudden wind filled the tent, pushing against the man in the doorway, keeping him at bay. “Please don’t do this. If he takes the bottle, I become his.”
“Fuck!” you swore harshly. You cradled San’s face, pulling his eyes back to yours. “You deserve to be free, San. I can’t keep you tethered to me for my own selfish reasons. And I won’t let him have you.”
“No,” San repeated, desperately. “I don’t want to leave you. Please!”
San looked down at you with a frown. Hot tears spilled onto your face, mixing with your own like a summer rain. Your professor lunged for the bottle.
“Genie, I wish you to be free.”
They were the hardest words you had ever muttered.
A blinding white light filled the room.
“No!” San yelled. “I love y–”
And he was gone.
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You received a degrading lecture from your professor. He wanted to mark down your grade, but you had made too many incredible discoveries. He stormed from your tent, furious. The bottle was gone, and San with it.
You didn't care about being spoken down to. Only the missing genie.
The one who took your heart when that bottle vanished.
You looked for him everywhere in every person. There was no guarantee he would even be in Egypt.
And he wouldn’t know who you were, even if he was.
But you couldn’t help but search. You passed the old woman. She could tell by the look on your face as to what you had done.
It was your third to last day in Egypt and you were sent to the market for replenishments. You desperately wanted a shower, even though the mere act had become depressing.
You ambled along alone, no longer staring at faces. Maybe that was why you didn’t see him.
A tall, Korean man stepped in front of you, blocking your path by accident. You bumped into one another. You glanced up, instantly recognizing those chocolate eyes.
“San?”
The man didn’t have time to answer you, before another couple stumbled into you, causing you to really crash together. Your lips collided in the mirror of a kiss.
San’s eyes widened.
“It’s you. I found you.”
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Whatever memory erasing spell that genies were cursed with could apparently be undone with a kiss born of love. No one ever explained that part. You found out the backasswards way, just as you had that genies were real.
San pressed you up against the door of his hotel room. From what he knew, he was a business entrepreneur in Korea, visiting on holiday. Yet he retained the memories of his past.
The good and the bad.
You.
He promised to tell you everything.
But right now he was focused on the latter.
His tongue swept into your mouth as he kissed you with vigor, his hands running up and down your sides. It was like he was trying to confirm you were real.
San moaned into you as he lifted you up the door, his large hands wrapping your legs behind his back. Your arms came up to anchor themselves around his neck. Raven hair slid through your fingers.
He grabbed the hem of your pale t-shirt and ebbed it up your form. His fingers caressed where clothing left. Fingertips danced over the swells of your chest, pushing the cotton material up and over your head.
San swore at the sight of your covered breasts. You leaned forward to let your shirt hit the floor. San lifted you from the door, carrying you across the hotel room in strong arms. He stepped you both into a bathroom, setting you on the sink.
“I have a large tub,” he smiled down at you at the inside joke. You nearly burst into tears. You had almost forgotten how devastating that smile was.
San began the bath, making sure the water was just the right temperature. Then he reached for the clasps of your bra. Your breasts were easily freed.
San swore again. His hands came up to delicately touch the exposed skin as his lips latched onto the hinge of your jaw, slowly working his way down your neck. Soon, his fingers were on your shorts. You lifted your hips, and he slid them off of you, along with your soaked panties.
San didn’t hesitate. He killed the water to the tub. Then he scooped you up and took you to the bedroom.
He lay you on the bed, and shucked his shirt across the room. His chest was more magnificent than you had recalled. Your hands reached out, pulling him to you.
Like that night in the tent, your legs spread for him, allowing him to lay between them. San drank you in as he pushed his pants and briefs to the floor. Then he crawled between inviting thighs.
He was hard, his blunt head leaking against your naked skin as he moved his mouth against yours. San kissed you like each time might be the last. But now that you had found him, you weren’t letting him go.
Kisses made their way back down your neck until he was worshiping your chest. You whimpered as he pulled a hardened nipple between his teeth, his tongue darting out to lap at the bud. Your hands buried into his hair, mussing it up. Neither of you cared.
San mouthed his way across your chest, then lower. He hesitated where the junction of your hips met. Maybe you were trimmed in a way he didn’t like, or maybe he hated giving oral.
San pulled back to look at you, a wicked smile on his face.
“I’ve been dying to taste you since that first day in the showers.”
His lips met your core and your hips rose from the bed. Fingers intertwined as he mouthed at your folds, sliding his tongue between them. You held on tightly as he ate you out, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue fucked into you. He moaned at the taste.
Without warning, an orgasm tore through you. Your hips bucked off the bed, your fingers not holding San’s tightening in his hair. Your voice was ragged with the force with which you called out his name.
San glanced up at you over your mound, his mouth still suckling your clit as you slowly, every so slowly, came down. He could feel you quiver against his lips. Your hands left his hair to white knuckle the pillow, afraid you might hurt him.
He was human now, after all.
Oh the possibilities that came with that.
“Tell me you want this,” came his rich voice as he kissed back up your body.
“Of course I do,” you gasped as you tried to regulate your breathing.
“You misunderstand me, I think,” he said, his cock nudging at your entrance. “Tell me you’re mine, and only mine. No matter how far or how long, you will always be mine.”
Your heart, that you once had shattered, was about to burst from your chest.
“I’ve been yours ever since I found you in the desert,” you whispered, holding his face close to yours. “I’m yours as long as you will have me.”
“My wish,” he mouthed against your lips. “Is for a lifetime.”
“A lifetime?”
“Longer, if you will have me.”
You didn’t answer with words. Your lips collided with his as you pulled him down onto you. Any sense of decorum went out the window. San hiked one of your legs up around his hips and drove into you with one fluid thrust.
You moaned, a long drawn out sound, as he filled your virgin core. Of all the things you had discussed, that had never come up. The pain was bittersweet, more sweet than bitter. San paused, having felt the give, seeing the crease in your brow.
“I’ve hurt you,” you pulled back to assess you as his hips remained still.
“I will be okay,” you promised, pulling his forehead to yours. “Just move. Please.”
San began to drag back, slowly. He pulled himself to the tip, then pressed back into you with agonizing ease.
You were going to have to take matters into your own hands.
You pushed San’s chest, forcing him onto his back as you rolled with him. You remained joined, his cock buried deep inside you. Then you lifted and dropped back down. A tiny gasp left your lips.
San’s hands found your hips, ready to steady you if it became too much.
You bounced again. And again, until you found a steady rhythm that didn’t hurt, but also felt good. With every drop of your cunt against his pelvis, he brushed your clit. Stars blossomed behind your eyes as you rolled against him.
San was chanting your name like a prayer as he watched himself disappear inside of you. He wasn’t sure how long he would last.
San pulled you down for a kiss, and rolled you again, his hips picking up speed. He could feel his orgasm coiling and he wanted to make you come again.
He reached between you and rolled your clit between his fingers. Minutes turned to moments and your body went pliant, a thing for him to use.
“Ruin me,” you whispered against his ear. San’s hips slammed into you, his pace borderline brutal. He was still trying to be delicate, but everything about you was throwing his sensibilities to the wayside.
San felt you as you fluttered around him, your orgasm beginning to wash over you. Your cunt choked him, pulling his own orgasm from him. He filled you with a drawn out groan as you whimpered his name.
Finally, his hips stilled. His nose nuzzled against yours.
“How about that bath?” he suggested with a smirk against your neck, knowing you were probably sore. You nodded as you gasped for air.
San crawled off of you and carefully lifted you from the bed. He carried you to the tub, and set you in the warm water, turning the spigots back on hot. He joined you, sitting behind you, his legs encasing your body. You leaned back against his chest, content.
“Did you mean it?” you asked, once the water stopped, the temperature perfect and relaxing. “What you almost said the day you disappeared?”
“That I love you?” he spoke into your hair. You nodded. “Yes.”
“And do you really want forever?”
“Only if you’ll have me,” he said, a hand coming up to brush your bottom lip.
“Genie, I wish for forever then,” you smiled against his thumb. San’s eyes glittered down at you.
“Forever is my command.”
Notes:
Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguleria used. Hope you enjoyed! XO-Sam
