♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who loves to talk, "you like to put your tongue out for me, princess?" gloved hand smearing the thick arousal around the pink flesh. "you love it, don't you?" shoving two digits so you gag. "pretty slut."
♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who uses his big body against you, wrapping his bulky arms around your neck and torso to torn your guts into sloppy pieces. "you can breathe, come on." he flexes harder. "such a fucking mess."
♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who takes you on smoke breaks, blowing the sour cloud on your face. hand wraps around your neck before shotgunning your mouth. he loves to see how dizzy it gets you.
♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who has a breeding kink. "i'm going to make you a cute mommy, mm?" he cums again, hot strings spewing inside. "you want that? feel it. feel how i'm all the way over here." pressing the heel of his palm against your belly.
♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who loves going rough. scorching marks all over your body, "bleed for me, doll." kissing until he breaks skin. slapping your ass until it's tender skin. he loves painting you in red.
♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who loves painal, stretching you deliciously around his cock and ignoring your sore whines. "stop crying baby, it's going to be okay soon." your poor cunt dripping for a bit of attention. "so fucking greedy."
♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who eats, attentively. he's slow and patient when he does. "you taste so sweet." he loves to tongue fuck your messy insides. "such a pretty cunt." and he loves it most when he can taste himself on you.
♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who loves when you moan, mouth falling open everytime you do. so you do it even more. nasty and loud. "you can never stay fucking quiet." each word accentuated by a thrust.
♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who is dichotomic, fucking you tender and slow like a frail pearl. he pours every ounce of his love into you. making love to you.
♱ ྀིྀ dom sani ! who will become the sweetest cat after he's done with you, pouting at the twisted mess he caused. "you still look pretty with me on." peppering kisses over your face.
Genre: Established relationship, fluff, a bit suggestive but no smut.
Pairing: Sober bf!San x Drunk gf!reader (No y/n)
Wordcount: 1.8k
Warnings: Alcohol consumption mentioned, drunkeness, brief nudity but not described, San is a helicopter boyfriend.
A/N: Inspired by that live where San said he'd never let his wife lift a finger... yeah...
“Hello, Ladies. Need a ride?” San winks at you and your friends from his car window. You essentially cackle in response, unable to control your volume. You’d been out with a few girlfriends, celebrating one of their promotions. Your boyfriend, San, being the sweetheart that he is had offered to drive everyone home once you were done. Although by the state of you and your friends drunkenly laughing, shouting and tripping over each other, he was starting to have second thoughts.
“Hi baby!” You shout, stumbling towards him. He quickly got out of the car, catching you before you ended up on the pavement. He can’t help himself but to laugh at how cute you were, throwing yourself into his arms and looking up at him with wide, loving eyes. “Did you miss me, Sannie?”
“Of course, I always miss you.” He places a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose, causing you to snort with laughter. Seeing just how far gone you are, he decides to take immediate action and opens the car door. “Get in, ladies. You all look like you need a good night’s sleep.”
You and your friends all clamber in, still shouting and giggling when San pulls away. He takes his time to drop you friends off home one by one, waiting to watch them get inside safely. Eventually it’s just you and him left in the front seats.
“Tell me the truth, love, how much did you drink tonight?” He asks somewhat sternly, although you know he’s just trying to take care of you. You take a moment to attempt to consider exactly how much you had drunk, but give up pretty easily. The fatigue is finally setting in.
“I dunno Sannie. I did have this cool cocktail, though! It was purple and glittery.”
“Sounds good, love. Now, when we get home, we’re going to drink some water, eat a snack, wash up and go to bed, yeah?” San’s gentle parenting approach to taking care of you when you’re like this always makes your heart flutter. Unable to control your joy, you swivel slightly in your seat to be able to stare at his side profile. He’s focused on the road, but the gentle frown on his face makes you swoon.
“Okay Sannie.” You giggle, mainly to yourself, as he sends you a sideways glance. You notice his fingers tapping against the steering wheel, the silver bracelet you gave him for his birthday glinting under the streetlight. Endeared, and tired, you begin to drift off to sleep.
“My love?” You jolt awake to San stood at the car door, patting your leg softly. Realising you’ve arrived home, you whine and stretch out as San reaches over to undo your seatbelt and grab your handbag. He takes your hand and helps you to stand up. When you stumble a little, he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you upright. Whilst concerned, he still smiles warmly at your cute drunken state. “Oh, baby. You’re a mess, aren’t you?”
“M'sorry Sannie. I didn’t mean to.”
“You’re okay, love. Just let me take care of you, yeah?” He guides you inside, slowly as to keep you on your feet. Closing the front door behind you, he wastes no time in kneeling in front of you to remove your heels. Wobbling slightly, you lean your hands onto his broad shoulders. Once he puts your shoes aside, he stands back up to his full height, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and press a sloppy kiss onto his lips. He chuckles into it, before gently cupping your cheeks to push you back, knowing you’re too far gone to know your limits. “That’s enough, baby. Let’s get ready for bed.”
He pats you softly on the butt, and you know it’s a warning that he’s going to pick you up. He scoops you up under your thighs, allowing you to wrap your legs around him too. He carries you into the kitchen, placing you down onto the counter. After giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, he reaches into the fridge to hand you a cold bottle of water.
“Drink that, baby. I’ll make you some toast to soak up all that booze.” You laugh faintly, but are ultimately more consumed with trying to open the water bottle. Leaning your head back against the cabinet, you watch San skirt around the kitchen to make your toast, taking occasional sips of water as per his instructions. You’d learned before that it’s best to obey him when he’s in caretaker mode, mainly to avoid the silent treatment the next day. As much as he loves physical touch, his main love language has always been acts of service. He loves taking care of you, drunk or sober, and he doesn’t take kindly to you ignoring his efforts.
He turns back to you briefly, mouth open like he’s about to say something when he freezes, eyes fixing on your lower half. Confused you follow his gaze downwards, to see that the skirt of your dress had flipped up, exposing your underwear. Instantly, you fall into fits of giggles, while San stalks over, shaking his head. He yanks it down firmly, before cupping your rosy cheeks once again. His intense eye contact silences you instantaneously.
“What am I going to do with you?” He murmurs, before breaking into a smirk. Another kiss to the forehead and he’s back to work. After a few more moments, he’s turning to you plate in hand. He doesn’t even offer it to you, just lifts the toast to your mouth and stands there expecting you to eat. With another light giggle, you accept, taking a messy bite with a smile. San grins back warmly at you, pushing your hair behind your ear. You chew lazily while he hovers around you, silent except your occasional bites. When you’re done eating, San just puts the plate in the sink – he can do the dishes tomorrow when you inevitably sleep in.
Noticing you falling asleep again, San gives you another pat to the leg before lifting you off the counter. He moves slower this time, knowing you’re close to being completely gone. When he drops you down onto the bathroom’s toilet seat, you can barely keep your head up.
“Just need to wash up a little and then I’ll put you to bed, okay?” San half-whispers. You nod weakly in response, yawning deeply and closing your eyes. You hear him rustling for a second, but are almost completely lulled back to sleep. When San presses a wet cotton pad to your cheek, you flinch and whine. He coos at you, wiping away your makeup gently. “Stay still, love.”
“It’s cold, Sannie.” You weakly grab onto his wrist, but it has no effect on his diligent efforts.
“You’ll live. Anyway, won’t you be mad in the morning if you don’t take your makeup off?” You groan, knowing he’s completely right. After a few more moments, he finally pulls away. You go to stand up, but he stops you with a hand on the shoulder. “You need to brush your teeth too.”
He hands you the brush, toothpaste already spread. You get started straightaway, watching San walk out of the bathroom silently. After just 10 minutes at home, you already feel a lot fresher, even if you’re still dead tired. Taking initiative, you finally walk on your own to the sink. San still hasn’t reappeared after a few minutes, so you spit and rinse quickly with the anticipation of making the journey to your bedroom to find him. When you lift your head up, however, he’s already silently standing behind you, catching your eye in the mirror. When you jump slightly, he quickly tries to put you at ease with arms wrapping around your waist.
“I got you some pyjamas.” By pyjamas, he means a pair of loose shorts and one of his t-shirts. Resting your head back on his shoulder, you allow him to remove your dress and underwear, replacing them with his comfies. It’s a bit of a wrestle as your need for his physical touch doesn’t allow him to move easily, but he manages eventually. He throws your clothes into the laundry basket before turning you to face him. “If you need to pee, go now.”
“I’m fine, just want to go to bed.” With that, San lifts you up a final time, taking you to the bedroom. He’d already pulled back the duvet, and placed another bottle of water on your bedside table. He really thinks of every detail. Your head meets your pillow finally, and you instantly yawn again. But when San walks away, you whine at his absence.
“Give me a minute, my love. I need to get changed too.” With that, San disappears back to the bathroom. You lie for a few minutes, tossing and turning. Eventually he returns, looking fresher himself. When you whip the duvet back for him, grinning softly up at him, he can’t help himself but to dive into your bed and pull you into a tight hug.
“Thank you, Sannie.” He hums, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you properly.
“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’m just doing my job as your boyfriend.” You chuff at his sudden seriousness. He really means what he says.
“I know. You’re just so good. The best thing that ever happened to me.” You manage to stroke his cheek with your finger, although your energy is failing you. San can’t help himself but to press a firm kiss to your lips, pleased that he had fulfilled his self-appointed role.
“Okay, sappy. Go to sleep now.”
“M’kay Sannie. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” He nuzzles his cheek to the top of your head, holding you tight in his arms. Despite the fuzziness of the alcohol and fatigue, you feel grounded and safe in his embrace. For a few minutes that is. Then an uncomfortable feeling in your lower stomach sets in. Hoping San had already fallen asleep, you try to escape his grasp, only for him to tighten his hold.
“Where are you going?” San mutters, sleep tinging his voice.
“I need to pee.”
“Baby, I told yo- fine.” He starts to get out of bed, but you just frown at him.
“You don’t need to help me; I can go on my own.” He frowns back, but ultimately lets you go. “I’ll literally be ten seconds.”
“Promise?” He holds out his pinky finger. Taking it in your own with a giggle, you then start wobbling back to the bathroom. True to your word, you’re quick. But when you get back to the bedroom, you’re greeted by San sitting up straight against the headboard, arms folded. “I told you to go earlier, now the bed’s getting cold.”
“Go to sleep, Sannie.” You flop back down onto the mattress, bringing him down into another cuddle. He lightens up instantly and relaxes against you. Within moments you’re both asleep, tangled tightly with one another.
heads up: family issues, reader is insulted (not by San)
San never raises his voice at you
He'd rather lose his voice altogether than screaming at you. He'd rather lose the argument itself and, damn, that's a lot coming from him. It doesn't matter if he is obviously right, if the world has been trying his patience lately or if it's hurting his pride.
He will never raise his voice at you.
You have told him how your family treated you before. You didn't seem bitter about that, you barely seemed to notice the effects it had on you. But he's seen your family.
He has heard the way they scream at the minor inconvenience and how they always take it all on you. How they constantly seem to call you names just because they can. Stupid, slow, ugly, slut, undeserving. And they'd always laugh it off.
You hadn't noticed this isn't normal yet. You loved your family and they claimed to love you too. Maybe this is just how people work? Maybe they just struggle a little bit with affection, maybe they are just playing around, maybe you're the one who's too sensitive.
But San has seen it. The way you look up so you don't cry. The way you flinch when someone gets too close too fast. The way you don't give yourself the credit you deserved just because their words made roots in your being.
Well, he decided that he was not going to be like that. You chose him out of all people to be with you. You chose him to be with you for the rest of your life. He wanted to be your family from now on, and for that he would not be like your family until now.
He never screamed at you. He was never rough. It didn't matter how angry or how impatient he was. Never, in all those years you've known him, had San offended or actually hurt you. Nothing but compliments, praise and kindness left his lips when he was around you.
That's because if no one taught you what love really is supposed to be like, he had no problem showing you the truth.
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Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!
asslover!san who thinks your butt is the softest thing on planet earth. he just can't help but give it a squeeze every time he walks past you.
asslover!san who loves it when you wear anything that hugs your hips tightly because he just loves your curves so much.
asslover!san whose favorite positions are reverse cowgirl and doggystyle, just because he loves watching your ass jiggle on him.
asslover!san who has to cum on your ass. always. he loves seeing it trickle down your back, and even rubs it in to see it shimmer on you.
asslover!san who likes to sleep on your ass, just because it's exactly like a pillow. (his words!)
asslover!san who joked that if there was no more food on earth, he would eat your ass like a starved man.
asslover!san who enjoys mirror sex, especially when you're facing him and he's looking at the mirror, and he can enjoy the way you bounce on him so amazingly.
asslover!san who sneaks to take pictures of your ass whenever he gets the chance, and keeps them in a secret folder to jerk off to later when he's alone.
asslover!san who makes you go up the escalator before him so he can prevent others from catching unwanted glance, but he just sees it as an excuse to stare at you until you reach the next floor.
asslover!san who is a heavy believer of putting his hand in your jean pocket. he also sees it as a form of endearment, because he also just wants to be as close to you as possible.
an: something small while i work on something else :3 stay hydrated, love you all 🫶🏾
tw: dom!san x fem!reader, noncon, cheating | m.list
you're seonghwa's and seonghwa's only to play with and fuck. the boys know this. you're untouchable, he made sure. so when san pulls you into the nearest bathroom at a house party and crashes his lips on yours, you're stunned. paralysed, heart pounding with fear.
"hwa's gonna know about this–"
your cries are cut short, swallowed by his tongue in your mouth, prodding, ravaging every bit of sense and sanity you have left till the only thing that's coming out your pretty mouth is his name. which is how it should be. san saw you first, he had his eyes on you first so why the fuck did you go after seonghwa when he's been here all along?
"go on, tell him," san breathes against your lips, smirking at the terror in your eyes when you hear his belt unbuckle.
he spins you around and slams you against the wall, the stinging coldness of the bathroom tile biting into your cheek. "what, you think he's gonna believe you? oh, you're adorable, aren't you, my sweet thing. fuck, you ready?"
you're a blabbering mess, words barely making it out your mouth before san thrusts into you, fucking you from behind like a dog in heat. "oh fuckkk, baby, you're so fucking tight." his groan is deep and sinful, pace rough and desperate. "you gonna run back to hyung and tell him how good i fucked you?" he pushes deeper. "tell him how much you love this dick?" deeper. "he can't fuck you like i do—say it!"
the air reeks of sweat.
"h-he can't. you're s-so much better, sannie," you croak, tears cascading down your reddened cheeks.
san grins, heart swelling at how obedient and broken you've become for his pleasure before slamming his dick right into that spot. you scream, voice so shrill you can only pray your boyfriend's too coked out to hear. but the worst is yet to come. san tightens his grip around your throat, breath shaky as he sloppily laps at the shell of your ear, "such a good girl. now you think hyung'll mind if i cum inside you?"
ღ Ateez San x fem-bodied!reader
ღ words: ~1.8k
ღ genre: smut (dom!San, sub!reader is called “kitten” and calls San “master”, (implied) edging, reader has handcuffs & a collar, praise, spanking, orgasm control, a bit of dumbification, breeding kink, a bit of dacryphilia, denied orgasm, aftercare)
ღ reader: has a vagina, no description of chest, no pronouns used to refer to reader
ღ warnings: heavy power dynamic
Desc.: Your master playing with you and subsequently riling you up turns into him teaching you a lesson.
Author's note: I am back from the dead akjdflkads somewhat at least... I hope y'all enjoy <3
“S-san…” a stuttered mewl escapes you as you turn your head to glance at your boyfriend.
“Yes, kitten?” His lowered voice resounds in your ears and makes you clench around his fingers that are working you at a leisurely pace. Your reaction causes him to grin, one corner of his mouth rising up higher than the other, and it reminds you of what a helpless position you’re in. You gulp, trying to wiggle your hips closer to him, but he’s quick to pull his digits out of you, placing his palm on your bare ass instead and pushing you away. He does all this while never once taking his eyes off the tv screen in front of the bed - the movie he put on has long lost you, because all you can focus on is how San toys with you, light and seemingly mindless touches playing with your dripping cunt, but you know it’s all deliberate.
You’re draped over one of his legs as he sits on the bed, his back leaned comfortably against a few pillows. Your ass is pointing towards him and you make sure to remind yourself to keep your back prettily arched for him, while your hands are joint together by a cute set of pink handcuffs, decorated with some white lace. They match your collar, and the harness he’s dressed you up in - leather straps wrapped around your chest, your tummy, and down to your thighs, with nothing else covering your body. It’s one of his favourite ways to make his kitten look pretty for him, and you know that currently you’re only here for his entertainment. He’ll keep you in this position for as long as he wants, not caring about how badly your aching pussy is begging for a release.
And you’re going to be good for him, patiently waiting until he’s satisfied and hoping that he would grant you at least one release.
His hand makes its way up your back, fingertips dancing along your skin and you shiver under his touch.
“Getting excited, kitten?” he teases, and you can’t suppress a pout on your lips as you turn your head to shoot him another look over your shoulder. His warm palm wanders all the way back down and past your ass, until it comes to rest on your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his hand. “Answer,” he demands, and his tone changes ever so slightly. He peels his eyes off the tv screen now, and the second his gaze finds yours, you feel heat rushing through your veins.
“Y-yes…”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Y-yes, master…” you repeat, trying to make yourself smaller, but still your chest fills with warmth as you gain a nod of approval from San.
“That’s what I want to hear.” His hand leaves your skin in order to find his own core instead, and in the corner of your eye you can see the bulge that has formed in his pants. He lets out a deep breath as he begins palming himself through his clothes, all while taking in the way you’re cowering in front of him. Curious to watch what he’s doing to himself, you twist your body so you would get a better view, but he’s quick to stop what he’s doing, his hand flying to your ass instead. The smacking sound of his punishment is accompanied by a pained moan coming from your mouth, and once the pain subsides, pleasure takes over.
“Don’t look,” San scolds you, his voice sounding strict. Then he reaches out to place his palm on top of your head, guiding you to turn it away from him. You try to respond, but no sound comes out of your throat when your lips part. “Stay like this.” The soft rustling of his pants tells you that he’s continuing to pleasure himself, and the way you can faintly hear his breath quicken makes you excited as well. Still, you obey, wiggling your hips on top of him in an attempt to convince him to touch you.
“Needy, aren’t we?” San comments, arousal ringing in his words. “Bet you’re just waiting for me to fuck you dumb, hm? Isn’t that right, my little kitten?”
“Y-yeah…” you whisper, earning yourself another slap against your ass, this time with more force, and an uncontrolled sound escapes you.
“Shit, didn’t I tell you not to be so horny all the time?” San says, and you can feel him moving underneath you, followed by more rustling of his clothes.
“Y-yes, master… c-can’t help it…” you stammer, not daring to move. At this point both of you have forgotten all about the movie, and the upbeat music coming from the tv barely even reaches your ears. All you can think about is San, and how good it would feel if he would finally fill you up.
“You can’t help it?” he coos over you now, and a shiver runs down your spine as both of his hands find purchase on your hips. “Gonna have to try harder then, don’t you, kitten?”
“Yea-” you try to answer, but the air is knocked out of your lungs when you feel his hot tip pressing against your folds from behind. Slowly but steadily, San builds up speed as he rubs his cock against your pussy, and you bite your lip hard in order to keep any sounds from falling from your lips. However, with how he has edged you before, your body betrays you, and you begin shivering uncontrollably underneath him.
“Bet you wanna have me inside you, hm? You want that?” he keeps teasing you as he rocks his hips back and forth, and when you arch your back just a little more for him, you earn yourself another spank. “Answer me, kitten.”
“Y-yes… master… want your cock… inside me…” you babble. But instead of granting you your wish, San deprives you of the feeling of his length rubbing against you.
“And what did I tell you?”
“T-told me?” you ask, unsure what he wants to hear.
“Don’t play dumb now, kitten,” he mutters dangerously as he reaches around your throat with one hand, bringing you into an upright position so that your shoulders are now pressed against his bare chest. One of his digits finds your lips, brushing against them and making you gulp, while his breath tickles the side of your throat. “Did I allow you to be like this?”
“N-no…” you say, putting one and one together in your mind.
“Then what did I tell you?”
“N-not to be so… h-horny, master…”
“Exactly. So be good.” He releases you, having you fall forward, back to your earlier position. One light tap to the back of your thigh is all it takes for you to position yourself in front of him, and when you can feel him prodding at your entrance, you bite back a moan. “And don’t you dare cum.” His deep voice rings in your ears when he pushes inside you, and when he starts fucking you as he holds you in place by your hips, tears begin welling up in your eyes. The pleasure makes you feel dizzy, and you feel helpless against it. There’s no way you’d be able to stop the orgasm building up in the pits of your stomach from overwhelming you, and yet you have to try. You have to be good for San.
“Shit, you’re so wet for me…” San groans as he pounds into you from behind, the sensation of him digging his nails into your flesh not helping you keep your composure at all. “Makes me wanna breed you so good… fuck you and fill you up until you can’t walk anymore…” Your throat releases a desperate mewl and you claw into the sheets as your vision turns blurry.
“C-can’t take it…!” you manage to say through gritted teeth - you know if he keeps going you’re going to cum in no time.
“You can’t?” San pants, stopping his motions at once, and your body tenses up. A sense of relief overcomes you when he pulls out, and at the same time you feel bad about not being able to handle him.
“S-sorry… ‘m sorry, master…” you stutter, your thighs still shaking.
“My kitten…” San’s soothing voice calms you immediately, along with him now rubbing circles onto your lower back. “This all wouldn’t have happened if you had listened to your master.”
“Y-yes…” you say. “I’m sorry…”
“Do you promise to do better next time?” he asks, a strain apparent in his voice while his other hand wraps around his cock, and he starts jerking himself off.
“I promise…” you mewl, voice filled with desperation.
“Then I’ll give you a taste of what you’ll have when you learn how to be good for me,” San says, adding, “Turn around.” You roll onto your back, letting him spread your legs, and as you’re lying there, all sprawled out for him, a pleading look still on your face, you realize you can’t do anything but watch as he brings himself closer to his high.
“That’s a good kitten…” he praises you as you hold your breath, not daring to make another sound, and your widened eyes staring at his length and at the hand working himself. “Such a good kitten for me…” With a broken moan and his eyes tightly shut, San comes undone, spurts of cum shooting out of his tip and the warm seed lands directly on your pussy. Your walls clench at the sensation, but otherwise you do everything in your might to stay still for him, watching as he releases onto you.
It takes him a few seconds to catch his breath. Then, he reaches for your arms to free you from the cuffs, bringing each of your wrists to his lips to kiss them, before he leans in to also blow a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Him cupping your face, he checks in with you,
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah…” you say, the adrenaline still rushing through your body. He places a soft kiss onto your forehead, before sitting up and reaching for the water bottle on his bedside table and taking a sip of it. Without swallowing, he draws near and kisses you, passing the water onto you and making you drink it from his mouth. Then he helps you sit up, offering you more of it, and he holds the bottle for you as you take a few more sips. You show him a pleading look before scooting over closer to him, and with one arm wrapped around your frame, San allows you to rest your head against his chest for a little while. Putting the bottle back and instead reaching for the towel he had placed down next to it, he hands it to you, and then brings some distance between the two of you. Resting his back against the pillows, he cocks his head slightly to the left, before he speaks an order, his voice soft like velvet.
“Clean yourself, kitten. Maybe next time you're able to earn yourself what you want.”
I'm here to help you out with filling out your San empty spots 😏 can I get San, neighbour's au, with prompt 6! Looking forward to it~~
Title: Gotta have you
Paring: Choi San (Ateez) x f.reader
Summary: Flirting with your new neighbour escalates rapidly.
Genre(s): Neighbours au / smut / boy next door au
Rating: 18+ (NSFW)
Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it ppl) / clit play / kissing / quickie / brief masturbation (male) / body cumshot / strip tease
Word Count: 885
Banner: Me
A/N: thank you Topaz! I enjoyed this one. Keep reading line from the start cause we a hoe from the get go. If you would like to send an Ateez request, please see the drabble game here
Standing in your bedroom in nothing but a towel is somewhat titillating, especially when you can feel San’s eyes are on you.
You and your somewhat new neighbour have been in a constant game of flirtation since he moved in, it started off subtle but quickly escalated.
One of your bedroom windows faces his, making this game very easy to play.
His last towel drop had been quite the eyeful, giving you more than enough to think about that night when you had nothing but a vibrator to satisfy you.
Today it's your turn.
Reaching up, arching your back slightly and stretching your spine, the towel knot loosens and you let it drop. The material pools at your feet and you step elegantly out of it. You start brushing your hair, bringing it around on one shoulder while letting one hand slide teasingly down your body, fingertips skating gently down your breasts, and making your nipples hard. Glancing slyly his way, you feel an undeniable smugness at seeing him on his knees on the floor in front of his window, fixated on you.
Turning away from him you purposefully drop the brush.
“Oops.” You say, even though he can't hear you, as you bend over to pick it up, giving him a full view of your rear and hopefully a bit more than just that. Standing slowly you can't resist looking back at him, only to freeze in your tracks. He's gone.
Disappointment hits you hard, like a slap on the face. He definitely didn't seem bored, so it can't be that…right? Maybe he had a visitor, or a phone call, either of those excuses are feasible.
You pick up your towel and re-wrap it around you, when your doorbell chiming makes you jump.
Oh, that must be the delivery you're waiting for.
Rushing to answer it before they leave, you yank open the door, but are surprised to see San standing there instead. He leans against your doorway, white shirt billowing open in the warm breeze, breathing heavily.
“I can't take it anymore, I have to have you. Now.” He says.
Heat rushes to your core, lighting a fire in you, one you didn't think could be so intense. “Finally.” You say, pulling him in by the scruff of his shirt.
You're a wild clash of hands, pulling off clothes and grabbing flesh while your lips are locked in a messy kiss. You both walk blindly, until you decide the bedroom is too far to fathom and pull him down to the floor.
With your back on the floor, he lines himself up to you, and as you wind your legs tightly around his waist, you use them to push him into you.
He plunges hard and deep, hitting that aching spot inside you with each vigorous thrust.
The time for teasing has passed, you need each other too desperately for that, as he moves like a man possessed, his focus is on you and your pleasure. Leaning back on his knees, he grabs your hips with both hands, enabling him to angle up into you even more while he pulls you down on him each time he rams inside you. Both your needy moans fill the space around you.
His eyes are fixed on your breasts as they bounce, and you can't help but admire the generous muscles flexing as he grips you tightly. The pressure starts to build low in your stomach, the cord stretching as you're almost at your peak, and almost as if he can sense it, he licks his thumb and uses it to rub circles on your clit.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come undone around my cock.” He says, voice low and full of lust.
As if your body is listening to his every word, the cord inside you snaps as you spasm wildly around him.
His thrusts grow sloppy as he helps you ride out your orgasm and when he can't take it anymore he pulls out, grabs his erection and finishes himself off. He paints your chest with white ropes of his climax that glitters in the afternoon sunshine.
He collapses on the floor next to you. “Nice place.”
You can't help but laugh. “What a compliment, seeing as the hallway floor is the only part you've seen.”
“Yes, but this floor is something special.”
You both chuckle as you catch your breath, he turns on his side to face you.
“Are you free for dinner later?” He asks, a hue of pink tinting his cheeks.
“Are you actually asking me out on a date, Choi San?” You respond, feigning shock.
“I am.”
“Only if I can have you for dessert?” You smirk at him and he licks his lips, the sight causing you to squeeze your legs together, as new heat floods your core once more.
“I gladly offer myself up on a platter for you.”
You can't help tugging your bottom lip between your teeth at the idea of him laid out naked and waiting just for you. He pulls it out with his thumb before hooking a finger under your chin and leaning down to kiss you, slow and soft. Feeling dizzy with exhilaration you let your lips mould to his with the promise of much more later.
! ! Years after you both broke up, the two of you make up under unfortunate circumstances.
-> paring: ex!san x reader
-> genre: angst (hopefully.. idk i suck at writing it)
-> word count: 474
-> song inspo: "The End of the World" - Carpenters
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The sound of the television became background noise as the subject on the bright screen caused your brain to shut down. Even the sound of your phone ringing couldn't snap you out of the trance the shocking matter gave you. It was like time had stopped. To you, the world went silent.
Urgent knocks and rings of the doorbell were finally able to snap you out as calls of your name echoed behind the door. As you reluctantly open the door, your emotionless face turns into slight confusion as someone you never expect to appear is standing right outside your door.
“San..?”
Your voice croaks out the man's name as he engulfs you in an embrace. It's a feeling that you haven't felt in forever. Two years had already passed since the two of you had broken up. So why is he here when the end of the world is coming in an hour.?
“You've heard the news right..?” San's eyes look over your face. Fear, sadness, longing, and affection flood the pools of life within the orbs. He takes a quick glance behind you and notices the tv on and sighs.
Your hands softly push away his arms that are around you. “San, what are you doing here..? You should be going home, spending your last moments with family, not-”
“There's no one else that I would rather spend my last moments of life with.” Shaky hands rest on your cheeks, thumbs wiping away tears that you didn't even know had fallen. “Day after day I was working up the courage to show you that I've changed, I'm no longer scared, no longer immature.”
Tears start to fall down from his own eyes as San puts a wavering smile on his face, “Who knew that it would've taken the end of the world for me to come back here?”
Your hands have a mind of their own as the sleeves of your shirt are used to wipe away his tears. “There's so much I wanted to tell you after we broke up, San.. There's so many words that I still have to say to you..”
“I feel that way too.. Well, we have a lifetime to tell each other everything.”
“Our lifetime ends in less than an hour.”
“So? That only means that we should start talking. I'll go first,” His soft lips press against your forehead, the feeling brings a warmth to your face that hasn't been felt in years. “I've never stopped loving you, and in my last moments.. just being with you will help calm every single one of the nerves I have in my body.”
“I'd told you that I would love you until the end of time. Why did it come so soon..?”
mars talks: AHHHHHHHHHHHH 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 okay no one talk to me
