no nut november series 🥜
choi san x f reader
tw/cw: dry humping while the other is [fake] sleeping
“what’s even the point?” you huffed.
san looked at you confused. “huh?” you both were just watching a movie.
“what’s the point of wearing a thong to impress the guy when it’s just gonna be taken off? not even admired?”
you brought it up because the female lead wit the show you two were watching was lingerie shopping with her bestie to impress a guy.
“uh—,” san was at loss for words. he took a sip of his beer. at the wrong time.
“i rather just keep comfortable in my granny panties.”
san nearly choked to death. your eyes went wide and you began banging on the poor guy’s back. once you realized he was okay you laughed, “sorry sannie.”
“you can’t just say things like that.”
“well, i’m just stating the truth.” you shrugged. “what is the point spending all that money on some fabric the man you’re trying to seduce won’t even look twice at? men are too horny to be patient and just want to get the girl naked as quickly as possible.”
“not every man is like that, honey.” he mumbled with an pout.
you smiled and leaned over to pinch his cheek. “i know you would take the time to carefully admire a thong sannie.” san chuckled awkwardly, beginning to blush.
and san would. he would admire you in anything you wore. he does actually, just quietly. imagining you? in a thong? oh his thoughts ran wild.
your thick thighs wrapped around his torso, your thong pulled to the side as he pounded—
“sannie are you okay? your face is really red?”
“oh? uh, yeah, ok.” san mumbled out, again drinking his beer to hide the flush.
you laughed. “i think you’ve had enough to drink sannie boy.” you teased standing up from the couch with a stretch.
san looked at your figure, and the way his oversized tee you were wearing outlined your perfect body. the way your booty shorts practically was being eaten up by your ass.
one slap. one grab. one kiss, is all he wanted. just to taste you.
“choi san, are you even listening?”
san looked up to you with that look of his. pouting, trying to act innocent. “what is it honey?”
you laughed, loving when he put on this innocent act. for someone who looked tough on the outside and would scare anybody away, he was actually a big mush.
“i asked if you wanted to stay, so you wouldn’t have to worry about stumbling home to yeosang, your roommate?”
san nodded, “oh yeah,” he smiled. “still got my extra clothes and toothbrush?”
you smiled back, “of course.”
the last time san stayed the night was about 2 weeks ago because he had gotten so shit face that he couldn’t even stand. he would occasionally stay the night, but usually he slept on the couch. last time he slept in your bed with you because he was quote, “scared.”
so it didn’t startle you when he came walking into your room, freshly changed into grey sweats and a white tee. you were sitting on your usual side of the bed, san crawled in next to you, noticing the shirt you were wearing higher up on your inner thigh.
he swallowed. you took off your shorts, and was just wearing your underwear—boy shorts. wearing his favorite color with lace trimming.
“are you still in that bet with yuhno, mingi and woo?” you asked tucking your legs further under your covers, pulling it up to your chest, blocking san’s view.
san blinked a few times before his eyes settled on you. “oh, um yeah.”
“how’s that going?” you asked tilting your head.
“oh um, yeah, im fine.” san cleared his throat, “wooyoung and mingi have already lost.”
you let out a big laugh. “of course they did. woo has an impossible sex drive, mingi close behind him.” you laughed, suddenly wondering about san’s sex drive. “how did they lose?”
“wooyoung with his bestfriend, mingi with a girl from the club he sometimes djs at.”
“do you have any plans on losing? or do you plan to out do yuhno?”
san bit his lower lip with his two front teeth, “well, i’m hoping to out do him.”
“anyone worth making you lose?” you teased.
san looked in your eyes, “maybe.” he whispered.
“oh my goodness, sannie has an interest in a girl!” you squealed, then slapped his shoulder, “and you didn’t tell me!” you frowned.
san feigned being hurt, “ow.”
“oh hush, muscle man!” you laughed. “let’s go to bed so we can get a nice breakfast in the morning!” you smiled and kissed your best friend’s cheek as you always do and rolled over so that your back faced him.
“goodnight, honey.”
at 2:06 am, san was still wide awake. you had fallen asleep about 30 minutes ago. he was hyper aware of your lack of clothing beneath your shirt.
he was sprawled out on his back, and you? you were on your side, facing him. one leg draped over his waist, crotch, and thigh. arm draped over his chest. your neck tucked into his shoulder.
you were just sleeping and san cock was hard. straining against his sweats, and it didn’t help that your leg would shift around it.
he could gently push you off of him, however, he also loved having you this close by. a aching cock would be worth it.
right?
well, not until your arm that was around his torso shifted, and now your hand was resting just an inch above said aching cock.
“shit.” san mumbled, shutting his eyes tight. if he moved it might wake you. or he might have you shift even more and be in an even more terrible position.
2:56 am, san woke up a bit more free. he hadn’t even realized he fell asleep. this time his arms were wrapped around your waist, your ass to that still aching boner he had.
your shirt had risen up just below your chest. your head rested on one of san’s arms, your back to his chest.
his hand rested against your stomach, feeling the softness of your skin. before he could even realize, he mindlessly, slowly moved his hand down to the lace of your underwear. his hand went to grab your waist, pulling your body tightly against his.
just a little bit of stimulation. just a tiny bit of it. that’s all san needs. he felt bad but at the same time, didn’t.
while he slowly and carefully rocked his front to your ass, his index finger and middle finger inches their way down to your underwear clothed cunt.
carefully, his middle finger moved the piece of clothing to the side, letting the air hit your cunt, his index meeting his middle finger to ghostly run over your folds.
you sleepily let out a breathless moan, and san whimpered when you scooted your ass closer to him.
he bit his lower lip as his whimper came out louder than intended. he stopped all he was doing, not out of embarrassment, but so he wouldn’t wake you.
little did he know, you were awake. you had awoken when you felt him grip your waist to pull you in closer and you felt his boner digging in your backside.
you never new your sannie boy had this side to him. you knew he was in a bet, however, what he didn’t know was that mingi, woo, and yuhno came to you asking for you to get him to lose, they knowing san had a secret crush on you.
that was all before mingi and woo lost of course. you didn’t want to make san lose. however, his hands felt so warm and right against your skin.
once san thought that everything was clear, his fingers softly rubbed against your bare folds again, adding just a bit pressure on your clit as he continued to rut his cock into your ass.
“fuck.” he whispered out, hot breath against the back of your neck.
it took all restraint in you to not turn around and pin san down and ride him until you couldn’t feel your thighs or legs.
but you wanted to see how far san would take this. if san would lose no nut november by not even taking his clothes off.
you could feel yourself getting wetter by san’s fingers, and his humping became more erratic, no sort of rhythm there.
san really was about to come in his pants from dry humping you.
his breathing sped up, curse words falling from his lips, and with a whimper he stopped. fingers stopped rubbing against you. hips stopped rutting against you.
san came. he lost, and you didn’t even need to do anything.
other than wear a comfy pair of underwear in his favorite color and lace knowing he’d lose his damn mind.
san turned on his back, letting out a deep breath of—embarrassment? regret? his arm went to cover his eyes.
you smiled and quietly turned around to face him, your hand resting on his chest.
san quickly uncovered his eyes, seeing that smirk of yours and a pout.
“sannie, you didn’t make me come. i think it’s my turn now.”
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sannie lost nnn by not even having sex, im sorry 😭😭
i was gonna have reader x san be completely intimate, but i’m at work and wanted a bit something different?
not proof read right now — idk who’s next 👀
