synopsis: you haven't seen san in what feels like an eternity. of course, you just had to get sick right when he was returning home. even worse, it just had to be his birthday ...
notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EVERYONE'S FAVORITE PRETTY BOY!!!!!! something a lil cute for baby san
“oh, no.”
you stare down at the thermometer in your hands, your head pounding as you blink the sleep from your eyes. a groan escapes you as you set aside the device, 101.4 degrees etched into its screen before it fades to black. shivers run along your skin, seeping into your bones and joints with a stiff, dull ache that fails to go away. the moment your throat felt itchy the night before after dinner, you already knew the inevitable was coming.
not that it was the only thing you were expecting.
san was returning from recent promotions for a well-deserved break, just in time for his birthday. for the past several weeks, you’d meticulously planned an entire evening itinerary; a visit to one of your frequented river trails where you could grab drinks at the end, a stop by his favorite restaurant for dinner and a slice of their beloved strawberry cream cake, closed out by a night at the bar with your friends.
of course, that was all well out the window now that you were half-alive and riddled with chills. you grumble as you shove your sheets aside, reaching for your phone to check the last thread of messages you’d gotten from san before he boarded his flight.
san: ahhhh so excited to come home
san: can’t wait to see u
san: can’t wait to give u 10000 smooches
your thumb hovers over the keyboard, biting down on your bottom lip as you debate letting him know that you weren’t feeling well. guilt settles in your stomach, enough to change your mind as you send a reply that you couldn’t wait to see him and that you looked forward to celebrating his birthday. as if on cue, your phone vibrates with an incoming call between your palms and you answer begrudgingly.
“hello.”
“well, good morning to you, too,” wooyoung chides, his loud voice making your head pound even more. “what’s going on?”
“i forgot you got back a day earlier than the rest of the guys,” you mutter, your other hand pressed to your forehead as you fall back onto the sheets. a laborious exhale slips out of you, causing you to cough from the tickle that lingers at the back of your throat.
“are you good?” he asks, evidently concerned. “what, did you get hit by a bus?”
“ha, ha,” you rasp. “i think i caught something. terrible fucking timing, since i need to get ready for san getting home this afternoon.”
“do you need help?”
“plan for my funeral.”
“just text me if you need anything,” wooyoung assures you, ignoring your theatrics completely. “feel better.”
the morning is an uphill battle, to say the least. you barely have the ability to brew yourself a cup of tea while you force a slice of dry toast down. fatigue weighs heavy on you, calling you seductively back to bed as you fight against it. you sift through your emails before another lifeless groan escapes you when you realize you need to run down to the package room to pick up san’s gift and subsequently wrap it.
“okay,” you say to yourself, “it’ll be fine.”
the elevator is freezing, with blinding fluorescents that lead into an even brighter and colder lobby. you don’t even care about the fact that you’re half-awake in your pajamas as you shuffle to collect the watch and sunglasses you’d ordered for san. it feels like an eternity before you’re able to make it upstairs and slump onto the couch. the blankets do little to provide warmth as you shut the blinds to keep the room dim.
“kill me now,” you grumble as you struggle to slip into a power nap so that you could stir what little energy is left inside of you to prepare for san’s arrival. you find yourself in and out of sleep until a knock at the door from an unexpected delivery jolts you awake.
a pharmacy bag awaits you, intact with electrolytes, cold medicine and painkillers. you can’t help but laugh at the message on the receipt from the delivery service, the words “DON’T DIE” etched in large font across the center. shooting a text to wooyoung to thank him for his emergency services, you glance at the time and nearly have a heart attack when you realize that san was set to arrive in less than an hour.
your body was still run down and you were still desperate to lay, but you knew better than to give san a reason to worry. anticipation mingles with the exhaustion stirring within you as you go through the motions of getting ready. mascara stings your already dry eyes, your lips chapped under your gloss. your wrists ache as you fiddle with strands of hair, but you somehow manage to pull yourself together enough to quickly wrap san’s gift and set it up nicely on the kitchen counter with a bouquet and a card you’d had ready from weeks prior.
the sound of the front door unlocking captures your attention and you hope that the painkillers are long-lasting as san bursts through the door with a smile stretched across his face.
“baby!” he cries out, pulling you into his arms the minute he sets his bag onto the ground. you laugh at the way he spins you before lowering you, quietly willing the dizzy spell to subside as you smile back up at him. just as he leans in to press a kiss to your lips, you back away awkwardly with a cough under your breath. “what’s wrong?”
“uh—” your mind races as you realize you’ve backed yourself into a corner of having to tell san you’re not feeling well. “i think i’m a little under the weather. but, it’s nothing serious! i still have so much planned for you today. speaking of which—” you gesture to the gifts behind you.
san narrows his eyes with you, silently scolding your overexertion before it’s quickly replaced by excitement as he observes each item carefully. he glances back at you and opts to press a gentle kiss to your forehead instead.
“all i wanted was to see you today, but these are a nice bonus,” he jokes, looping an arm around your waist so that you were able to rest your head against his chest. his familiar scent floods your senses, notes of linen and sea salt mingling with your own perfume for the first time in what felt like an eternity. “and, hey, if you’re not feeling well, we can—”
“no.”
“no?”
“i know what you’re going to say,” you scold, nudging his chest firmly. “we’re not ‘taking it easy’ today. we have plenty to celebrate. your birthday, finally coming back home. i have a whole evening planned.” you gesture to your outfit and the haphazard styling of your hair. “i put in work for this.”
“i can tell,” he teases, his eyes trailing over you in a way that ignites a heat beneath your skin. it’s quickly replaced by the chills from earlier as you mentally curse and remind yourself to take another dose of the medicine before you leave. “lead the way then, princess.”
and so, you do. at least, you attempt to.
as much as you were hoping the fresh air would do you good, the afternoon was chillier than you’d expected. even with your jacket, chills still ran through your body and enveloped your attention so much so that you were barely able to focus on your conversation with san as he recounted the events from recent promotions. you hold onto his hand tightly, as if it would ground you as your mind grew foggier from the fatigue.
san orders a beer when you make it to the end of the river trail, sipping on pale ale as you wait for your lemonade. you smile your thanks at the vendor and take a sip, the cool acidity of the drink a much-welcomed burn in your throat. you laugh at the way san’s cheeks flush near immediately as the alcohol settles in his system.
at dinner, you can tell you’re more than ready to clock out for the rest of the night. still, you try to focus on the menu in front of you as the waiter reads out the specials for the night. san orders a feast for one, glancing over at you as you look at the server with a sheepish expression.
“can i just have the seafood stew, actually?”
“how spicy?”
“as spicy as you can make it,” you reply, earning raised eyebrows from san that you quickly respond to with a playful kick beneath the table. he whistles as the waiter walks off to submit your order, sipping on his second drink of the night.
“how are you feeling?” he asks suddenly, the amusement in his voice gone as he scans your face for any signs or symptoms of just how under the weather you were.
“me?” you shake your head, gesturing back at him. “don’t worry about me. this is your birthday.”
“yeah, but knowing you’re not feeling well won’t make me feel better,” san replies, reaching across the table to interlace his fingers with yours. he sighs, narrowing his eyes at you as if to scrutinize your stubbornness.
“then, you better hope they make that stew as spicy as they can,” you joke, relieved when a smile replaces the growing concern in his expression.
the rest of dinner goes swimmingly, the pair of you stepping back out onto the street as the brisk night air kisses your skin. you shudder at the sensation, cursing yourself for not bringing along an extra dose of medicine for the night. ignoring the way your body begins to decline, you look through your phone for the group chat so you could let your friends know where to meet you.
without warning, san snatches your phone from your hands and holds it out of your reach, thumbing a quick message to the chat and hitting send before you’re able to stop him. a sound of protest leaves your lips as you jut out your palm before san drops your phone back into your hand with a satisfied smile.
me: hey guys change of plans
me: we’re calling it an early night so rain check
“when have you ever heard me say ‘rain check’ to anyone?” you scoff, rolling your eyes at his poor imitation of you before guilt returns to gnaw at you. “hey, i’m fine. we can still hang out.”
“baby, you’ve been run down all day,” he protests. “the last thing you need is a night around drunk people screaming and bumping into you.”
“but everyone wanted to see you and—”
“and they can wait,” san interjects, offering his hand. “you’ve done more than enough to make me feel special.” the moment your fingers are in his, he lifts you with his other arm so that he’s able to carry you.
“y’know, i can walk just fine.”
“eh,” he shrugs, unable to hide his smile, “wouldn’t want to risk it.”
the sounds of the city fade into the background, replaced by the muffled thump of san’s heartbeat as you rest your head against his chest. for the first time all day, you feel truly deserving of your eyes fluttering shut and the weightlessness that overcomes you.
you don’t even realize when you’ve made it back to the apartment until san sets you down gently to unlock the door. as much as you wanted to deny it, there was an overwhelming relief that washed over you the second you spotted the couch and dove straight onto it. san laughs to himself, finding a spot to lay beside you so that he could drape his arm over your waist to pull you into him. he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, his fingers tracing gentle strokes along your waist.
“did you enjoy your birthday?” you mumble, half-awake as you caress his hand beneath yours.
“more than anything,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. “and, no ifs, ands or buts tomorrow. you’re letting me take care of you.”
“but you just got back—”
“i will tie you down to the bed myself if i have to.”
“promise?” a teasing lilt in your voice captures san’s attention and he holds your gaze for a second too long before poking at your side.
Title: The Lost Bloods
Chapter 9: Tension
Rating: 18+
Genre: Fantasy
Contains: Violence, Abductions, Sex, Polyamory Relationships
Tw: Hints at rape and abuse
Characters: Ateez x OC (Lyra)
Word Count: 3856
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San POV
The incident at Blackwake changed some things for us.
Nothing major, the ambush itself was nothing new. But what did change was everyone’s feelings toward Lyra. The tension that used to fill the room whenever she was around is gone now that we’ve realized she really is harmless.
Jongho still keeps his distance, but he no longer distrusts her too strongly. Before, he wanted her gone. He couldn’t even stand the sight of her. Now he’s at least comfortable being in the same room as her. He still doesn’t speak to her, maybe he will if it’s absolutely necessary, but he’s not ready to let her in yet.
He knows he needs to move past his trauma and stop letting his fears control him, but it’s hard.
Still, I know he’ll get there eventually.
One night he opened up to me about it. Told me he felt incredibly guilty for suspecting her of being the enemy, for going off on her and being more than ready to drag her out of her room.
I reassured him that his reaction was valid. He was only thinking about everyone’s safety.
As for me, I did distrust her in the beginning. Like Jongho, I’ve always had a hard time letting people in. But more than anything, I was just wary of her, though lately, that’s been harder to hold onto. It didn’t take long for me to realize I had no real reason to be suspicious.
After all, we were the ones who kidnapped her and brought her onto the ship. Then we offered her a place to stay when she had nowhere else to go.
She was afraid of us, and reasonably so.
Even after deciding to stay, she was always nervous around everyone like she believed that if she made one wrong move, someone might hurt her.
I could tell that had always been the case for her.
The way she quietly moved around, the way she was aware of everything around her, jumping and flinching at any sudden movement.
I don't know what she has been through but one could assume.
Not wanting to overwhelm her or intimidate her, since I knew I could be intimidating, I gave her space. I still observed her through the last couple of months and I was relieved to see that she seemed a little more comfortable around everyone.
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel someone tap my shoulder. I look up from my journal and see Lyra standing there, holding a small cake out toward me. She hesitates for a moment before fully extending it, like she’s unsure if she should even be this close.
It was badly decorated. The cream wasn’t smoothed out well, the strawberries completely covering the top of the cake. A couple of them had already fallen onto the plate.
It seems as though she had decorated it on her own. I had to give her props for trying, but I was more confused than anything as to why she was offering it to me. We’ve only ever spoken when necessary.
“What's this for?”
Setting the plate down on the table a little too carefully, she pulls out a small notebook from her pocket and writes something inside before holding it out to me. I notice the slight stiffness in her shoulders, like she’s bracing herself.
“So that you can train me to fight.”
Raising a brow, I glance at the cake, then back to her.
“Why do you need a cake to ask me to train you?”
I wait patiently as she writes again.
“Was told if I give you sweets I will win your heart and then you train me.”
I close my eyes and purse my lips, suppressing a laugh.
“Now, who told you that?”
“Hongjoong.”
Of course he did.
My gaze flicks back to the cake. It’s messy, uneven… but she made it herself. Came all the way here, knowing how hesitant she usually is around me.
I wasn’t going to reject that.
I pull the plate toward me and give her a small smile.
“Well, Lyra, you don’t need to bribe me to train you,” I say, closing my journal.
“I don’t mind teaching you, but I run a strict program and I don’t like quitters,” I explain. “So if you think you can handle being pushed, then I’ll be more than happy to teach you.”
I hold a hand out to her.
She nods, slipping her hand into mine and giving it a small shake.
“Good, but I’m busy today. We can start tomorrow, is that okay?” I ask.
She nods in response, then bows before turning to leave the mess hall.
I watch her go for a brief moment before digging into the cake, humming softly. It’s surprisingly good, better than I expected, considering how it looked.
Once I’ve finished, I brush my hands off and get ready to head out, only to be stopped when the head chef approaches me.
“Here’s the list of things we’re running low on.”
Right, that's what I was here for. I take it from him with a nod. “Noted. I’ll make sure we get these stocked up at the next port.”
As I slip the paper into my journal, he clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him.
“Oh—and one more thing.” He crosses his arms. “I’m not sure if it’s just my old age getting to me or if I’m going crazy, but sometimes I’ll set a fish on the counter to prepare, turn away for just a moment… and it’s gone,” he explains. “I can’t tell if I’m imagining things or if there are rats on the ship stealing my ingredients.”
Great. Now we have to worry about a possible rodent situation.
“I'll look into it for you, Chef, no worries.”
I reassure him before heading out to continue my duties, checking supplies and making sure everything is in order.
When I head to deck I find some crates and boxes of dry goods and merchandise we had found on an abandoned ship during our journey. We had left them on deck to be inspected and I had not yet had the time to put them away. So I began working on getting them down to storage, box by box.
While doing so, I notice Lyra watching. It seems as though she's impressed by what she is seeing. So when I came back up to finish up, I decided to show off my strength a little. Grabbing a barrel, I carry it over my shoulder, then I grab the second one by the ropes wrapped around it and toss it over my other shoulder.
Her jaw drops to the floor, eyes wide.
Holding back a smirk, I pass by her and give her a smile and a nod. Her cheeks turn pink.
Gods, she's adorable… the way she gets all flustered over the smallest things.
I head back up to the deck to grab the last crate, but halfway across I suddenly slip on something.
In a panic, I reach for the nearest thing I can grab as I fall, my hand closing around what feels like a soft… fluffy rope?
A loud yowl rings out and sharp pain stings across my arm just as my back slams against the deck.
“What the fuck, Choi San?! Let go of me!”
I look toward the familiar voice and find a very angry Wooyoung on his knees hanging onto the railing, glaring back at me. My eyes drop to my hand, only to realize I’m gripping his tail.
“Oh shit, sorry, Youngie!” I blurt, immediately letting go.
A sharp sting shoots through my arm then, and when I glance down, I notice the blood. I quickly push myself up into a sitting position.
“Damn, you really tore up my arm,” I mutter, pulling my shirt off and wrapping it around the scratches to stop the bleeding.
“Yeah, and whose fault is that?” Wooyoung huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “What did you think was going to happen when you grabbed my tail?”
“I was falling, I didn’t know what I was grabbing!” I argue. “What the hell did I even slip on anyway?”
Glancing around, I spot a fish on the deck with a suspiciously cat-shaped bite mark. Already knowing the answer, I slowly look up at Wooyoung.
“Why is there a fish on the deck?” I ask.
He avoids eye contact and shrugs. “Must have jumped out of the water and landed on deck or something.
Raising a brow, I pick the fish up and stand, holding the fish to him.
“Right, because a fish can jump that high…” I run my fingers over the bite mark.
“You suppose a tiny vampire bit into the fish as well?”
“Maybe…” he mumbles, shrugging while still avoiding looking at me.
I then feel a small pair of hands gently grab onto my arm. Looking down, I'm met with a pair of two big beautiful lavender eyes looking up at me with concern.
“She wants to take you to the infirmary and clean up your wounds before they get infected,” Wooyoung explains.
“I'll be fine–” I'm cut off by Wooyoung snatching the fish out of my hand.
“You shouldn't argue with her, just go and let her do her job.” He walks off and I let out a sigh in defeat.
Grabbing a hold of my arm, Lyra guides me to follow but I end up wincing in pain when I put pressure on my ankle. She turns to look at me with worry written all over her face, brows furrowed cutely.
“Ah, it's nothing,” I reassure her. “I must have twisted it when I fell.”
Raising a brow, she lifts my arm and drapes it over her shoulders, wrapping one arm around my waist.
I stare down at her.
She’s so small compared to me.
A laugh slips out. It’s cute how she thinks she can support my weight.
With a small pout, she tilts her head.
I shake mine. “It’s nothing. Let’s head down.”
As she's leading me below deck to the infirmary I made sure not to put too much of my weight on her. Honestly, I could handle myself, but she seemed to really want to be of help and I didn't have it in me to turn her down.
I sit on the edge of the infirmary bed and watch as she shuffles around, finding what she needs. It was endearing, really. The way she worked so hard, always trying to be useful… even going out of her way when she didn’t have to. Even after becoming Yeosang’s assistant, I would still find her going around the ship trying to help someone with some task. And if there's nothing to help with she would bring around snacks for the crew.
She sets her supplies on the table then fixes her hair up into a bun before reaching to unwrap my arm. The shirt was now covered in blood so I told her to go ahead and toss it away as I no longer need it.
When she grabs my arm, I see her face turn pink. I follow her gaze to my biceps and I smirk, flexing them a bit to show off a little. She blushes a little harder before looking away to bring her focus back to my arm. I hold back a smirk.
She begins cleaning the wound with gauze dampened in alcohol. I do my best not to wince at the burning sensation, pursing my lips and clenching my fists as I try to act unaffected—unwilling to show any weakness.
I’m met with a questioning look from her, one brow raised. She presses the gauze down again, holding it there for a moment, and this time I can’t stop the hiss that slips out.
She lets out a soft airy giggle, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
I was caught.
I offer her a sheepish smile.
“Sorry… I’ll stop pretending.”
When she is done, she grabs a small jar that contains a clear ointment and starts to apply it over the marks Wooyoung left on my arm.
Then she grabs a wrap, lowering herself before me and placing my foot in her lap.
The way she lowered herself sent my mind to places they shouldn't be.
The image of her settling between my legs flashes through my mind. Her soft pretty hands wrapped around my cock with the tip sitting on top of her tongue as she looked up at me with those big beautiful eyes of hers.
Clearing my throat, I shake the image out of my head, cursing myself internally for having such thoughts.
When she finishes wrapping my ankle, she stands and smiles, clearly proud of her work.
I give her a gentle pat on the head, offering a small compliment.
“You did good. Thank you for helping me.”
There it is again, that faint flush creeping across her cheeks. She tries to hide it, but it gives her away instantly.
How can someone be this adorable? She had this… innocence to her. The type that has you wanting to watch it all fall apart as you undo her.
Maybe it's about time for me to get out of here before my mind spirals any further.
Before I can climb off the bed she gestures for me to wait, quickly grabbing a notebook and a pen. She scribbles something and shows me.
I try something?
I nod.
Lifting my arm once again, she holds it up in one hand while the other hovers over the wound.
Taking in a deep breath she closes her eyes and slowly breaths out. I can't tell what she's trying to do, but the way she looks so focused has me intrigued.
My brows furrow as I watch curiously.
Then I noticed something.
The scratch marks slowly begin to heal, then it stops just as quickly as it started.
Did she just do that on her own? No spells, no potions… just her.
She opens her eyes and lets out a quiet sigh, disappointment in her eyes.
“That was… wow that was pretty cool,” I checked out my arm and the wounds have healed a good bit but are still mostly there. “I didn't know you could do magic.”
Picking up her notebook again she writes.
It did not work.
“Then keep trying, you were doing so good.” I encourage.
Shaking her head she unsheathes her hairpin dagger and suddenly cuts her palm open.
I let out a gasp. Quickly, I grab some gauze from the table and reach for her hand.
“What are you doing?!” I ask in a panic.
Again, she shakes her head and gestures for me to stop, holding her palm out to me.
Taking her hand, I examine it.
There was nothing there. As if she’d never cut herself to begin with with only some blood left behind on her skin.
I was in awe.
I had never seen anything like this before. Who is this woman?
She holds the note book up to me.
Can heal self good, but have hard time healing others.
Tilting my head I hold my arm out to her again. “Maybe you're just nervous,” I nod toward my arm. “Try again.”
She frowns, shaking her head.
She isn't confident in herself. Like she's scared she'll mess up.
“Come on, I know you can do it,” I try encouraging her. “It doesn't hurt to try. And if you’re afraid of making a mistake, it's okay, just try again. We all mess up, how else are we supposed to improve?
“Go on, try again.”
Pursing her lips, she nods and makes another attempt at healing me.
Her face scrunches up, as if she was trying to force whatever magic out.
“Take it easy,” I say, calmly. “Just… relax a bit. You don’t gotta force it. Just focus and breathe.”
Soon, I see her begin to relax. Her shoulders are no longer tense as the magic starts working again, the wounds slowly closing before my eyes. A faint sliver of light lingers where the injuries disappear, fading as the skin mends.
I can’t help the smile that forms at her progress. I’m impressed, proud, even.
Eventually, she stops, leaving only a small portion left to heal.
She looks up at me, eyes wide and sparkling, her smile bright.
“You did so good, pretty girl,” I praise softly, pride slipping into my voice.
I’m about to pat her head when her eyes suddenly roll back, fluttering shut as her body sways.
I react instantly, climbing off the bed and catching her before she can fall.
“Lyra? You okay?”
Her eyes slowly open again, and she gives a weak nod.
Lifting her, I sit her down on the bed. One hand steadies her at the waist while the other tilts her chin up, trying to gauge if she’s alright.
Her face is flushed, but that’s not the only thing I notice.
Her ears… slightly pointed at the tips. Not something any human should have.
I choose to ignore it. For now.
“Are you feeling alright? You're not sick?”
She nods quickly, her gaze darting away from mine.
I let out a quiet sigh, my body relaxing once she reassures me.
That’s when I realize just how close I am.
My face hovers only inches from hers, her chin still held between my fingers. Her grip still on my bicep, breath warm against my lips. And when her eyes finally meet mine… she doesn’t look away.
My fingers twitch against her waist.
I don’t even realize I’m leaning in until the door suddenly opens.
I quickly pull away, clearing my throat.
“San, please don’t go around kissing my assistant in my infirmary,” Yeosang says as he steps into the room. “You’re free to do as you like anywhere else, but not here. Thank you.”
“We weren’t kissing—”
“You were about to.” I mentally curse him for being so perceptive. “Now let me see your arm. I heard what happened.”
I hold my arm out. “Lyra already took care of it.”
He hums, taking my arm, inspecting the wounds.
“This is barely anything. Wooyoung is always so dramatic,” he sighs, running his fingers over the small scratches Lyra hadn’t fully healed.
“It was a lot worse, trust me. But Lyra healed most of it…”
Our gazes shift toward Lyra. Her face is still flushed, eyes wide as she looks between us.
Yeosang looks back at me.
“What do you mean she healed it?”
I shrug. “I mean… magic, I think,” I try to explain. “It took her a couple tries, but she managed to heal most of it—and almost passed out in the process.”
He looks a little surprised.
“Well, we can talk about this later.” Yeosang steps over to Lyra, placing the back of his hand against her forehead. “Let me check you over before I let you go. San, if you could give us some privacy.”
Without question, I leave. As soon as I’m alone, I let out a heavy sigh.
“Can’t believe I almost kissed her… fuck, San, what were you thinking?”
I go back to my room to find a new shirt to throw on then make my way to finish the last of my tasks for the day, and to try and get my mind off of her.
Opening the door to the storage room, I jump slightly when I spot Wooyoung crouched on top of one of the crates, the tip of his tail flicking lightly against the wood.
“What are you doing in here?”
He shrugs, but his gaze drops to my foot when he notices my limp as I approach. His ears fold back, a small frown tugging at his lips as he shifts, letting his legs hang over the edge of the crate.
I can tell he’s feeling guilty.
“You hurt your ankle too… sorry,” he mumbles.
Stepping closer, I move between his legs, raising a brow as I try to hold back a smirk.
“Why are you sorry? It was the fish’s fault for jumping onto the deck,” I tease, resting my hands on his waist.
He wraps his arms around me, burying his face into my shoulder.
“You got hurt because of me. I definitely overdid it with your arm,” he mutters against me.
A small chuckle rumbles from my chest.
I bring one hand up his back, rubbing soothing circles to comfort him, while the other moves higher, gently stroking his hair.
“It's really not a big deal, you were acting on instinct.”
He lets out a sad hum in response.
“Besides, Lyra pretty much healed it all up…” I add, almost without thinking.
Pulling away, he grabs my arm.
“She did what?” He examines my arm, turning and lifting and even checking my other arm to make sure he wasn't mixing them up.
“Wow, that's so cool. I didn’t know she could do that!” His ears are now perked up, pupils more dilated.
“How come she didn't heal your ankle?” He looks up curiously.
Not really having a real answer to give him, I shrug.
“It seemed as though she was struggling with it, like she wasn't sure if it would work… also I wasn’t going to let her do anymore when she almost lost consciousness,” Wooyoung pouts, obviously worried for her. “I think it took a lot out of her, but she's okay.”
I brush his hair away from his face and rest my forehead against his, nuzzling his nose with mine. He starts to purr just then.
“Besides, apparently we have another issue to worry about,” I say, remembering my conversation with the head chef earlier.
Wooyoung hums for me to continue.
“Our poor chef is going crazy because he thinks a rat has been snatching up his fish.”
Wooyoung pulls away, his face all scrunched up as he huffs, crossing his arms.
“I am not a rat!”
Grinning, I raise a brow.
“Oh? No one has said anything about you… why would you think he was calling you that?”
Slowly, his face starts turning red, eyes wide as he catches his own mistake.
“Unless, you're the culprit, of course…”
He starts stuttering trying to explain himself and I laugh.
“Woo, all you have to do is ask. You got the poor guy questioning if he's becoming delusional,” I hold his face between my hands, making him look straight at me. “Can you do that?”
With a pout, he replies.
“But last time I went into the kitchen he threw me out…literally. Grabbed me by the scruff and tossed me out.”
I laugh at the image of it all and his pout deepens.
“It's not funny!”
“It kind of is,” I squish his cheeks together. “He probably didn't want you shedding any fur into the food, next time just knock at the door and ask. As you are now, not as a cat. Okay?”
Huffing from his nose, he nods.
“Now, can I get back to work? I need to sort all this out before we hit the next port in a few days.”
Nodding, he jumps off the crate and before he leaves, he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
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synopsis: san was one of the kingdom's most talented performers that the king and queen just had to have. he's now bound to the castle, destined to perform for nobility as they wish. it was no different from you being confined to your duties as the princess, although san had a much different outlook on freedom than you did.
notes: implied 18+ content. will be posting this and alternating with the hockey!teez series! sorry in advance for the whiplash hehe
it was the same as every other friday evening at the castle.
dressed by your handmaidens, pulled into a tight corset. your hair pinned away from your face in loose, flowing waves that fall between your shoulder blades drawn together to execute perfect posture. the scent of incense wafting from the corner of your dressing table that smells of lavender. the ladies lead you through the winding halls, towards the west wing where the dining table was set.
you sat two chairs down from your father at the head of the table, beside your mother and surrounded by other council members. the kitchen staff presented a meal rich with meat stews, warm bread and glasses of wine. your mother swats your hand beneath the table when you ask for a second glass and you roll your eyes at her theatrics.
“shall we?” your father always asks in the exact same tone, raising a hand to summon the servants to clear the table while you’re guided to the ballroom where the rest of nobility was waiting to be entertained by the royal performers.
and so, here you sat; your pale green gown billowing around your frame while you surveyed the room as you always did. the socialites at the center, gossiping with glasses of liquor in hand and the wallflowers clinging to seats at the edges of the room. the chandeliers are dimmed and you turn to the entrance where the staff announced the arrival of the dancers.
one by one, they file in with their arms held high and their bodies rigid. the musicians at the far end of the hall pluck at their strings, the sound swelling over the hushed whispers of excitement for the night’s performance. you recognize them all, not by name but by the ways in which they move and the uniforms clinging to their frames.
all except for one, that is.
a man, about your age. you’d have memorized the curves of his body and the way his eyes flickered across the room if you’d known of him before. he catches your gaze from the center of the hall as he moves along to the rhythm of the strings. something stirs in your chest, something that finally shakes you from the monotonous routine you’d been tethered to for as long as you can remember.
you dig your nails into the handles of your armchair, hard enough that you’re sure you’ve left scratch marks. the music rises to a crescendo and the crowd gasps as the dancers catapult into their final routine, twirling across the floor in pairs until they cease on the last note. the crowd surrounding them applauds with polite hands, chattering amongst themselves as the dancers scatter across the room to enthrall guests on a more personal level.
of course, none of them approach you. as your mother would say, you were above niceties with the performers hired to entice the guests of the throne. even with her warning echoing inside of your mind, you can’t tear your eyes away from the newcomer.
you pray to whatever god is out there that you can commit him to your memory. raven hair swept back from his forehead, a well-defined jaw. broad shoulders and a slim waist. he carried himself differently from the other dancers, more akin to a nobleman than a common court performer. he laughs when one of the others whispers something against his ear, the sound rich and traveling across the room.
“have you noticed lord park?” your mother mutters to you, her gaze unwavering from a group of men near the refreshments table. your eyes follow hers to the duller, older man busy guzzling down another glass of wine that you’re sure was more than enough. “he’s requested a visit with you. comes from an incredibly notable family.”
“mm,” is all you reply, reaching for a sip of water from the glass perched beside you.
the dancer saunters across the room, commanding your attention for the umpteenth time that night. he’s pulled into a conversation with girls you recognize from etiquette classes, each of them swarming him like predators hunting prey. his expression falters as he glances around the room until he realizes you’ve been staring at him and a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
a smile that quickly fades as the performers are ushered back to their quarters.
for the first time in what feels like an eternity, you can’t wait for the next friday evening to arrive.
your heart races beneath the confines of your corset, thundering so loud you’re sure your mother can hear it beside you. like clockwork, the staff announces the arrivals of the performers. you sit up straight, fighting against the anxiety in your chest to appear nonchalant.
the dancers saunter in, accompanied this time by jesters and acrobats that circle the room with an array of wild tricks. the crowd cheers and applauds enthusiastically, their heads turning with every move while your gaze remains fixated on one dancer in particular.
his presence isn’t outstanding, clad in a billowing white shirt and trousers that flutter as his legs carry him through the ballroom. his brows furrow to the tune of the song rising from the string performers and he turns on his heel once, twice as he raises his arms above his head. your breath hitches when his limbs fall beneath him limply, his fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt to mimic heartbreak.
his head dips as the lights grow brighter once more, accompanied by applause when he bows beside the other performers and rises with his gaze fixed firmly in your direction.
you lay in bed that night, tossing and turning under silk sheets as you replay every second of his performance. it was as if everyone else in the room had disappeared and you were the only one watching. the way his lips curved into a mischievous smile, the twitch of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.
enough was enough.
with a frustrated huff and a failed attempt to satisfy your wandering mind with your hand between your thighs, you throw a cloak over your shoulders and slip out of your quarters. expectedly, your knight cocks an eyebrow in question and you raise a finger to your lips.
“i’m having a terrible time trying to fall asleep,” you plead in a hushed whisper. “i’d just like to go on a walk and clear my mind. possibly stop by the kitchen and ask the maids for a cup of tea.”
“hm,” he grunts, lifting a gloved hand in permission as he watches you take your leave. as much as he’d wish to stop you, it was unbecoming of him to refuse the princess.
this was one of the only times you’d ever snuck out of your room late into the night. typically, you’d grumble to yourself and journal your frustrations of being confined behind guarded doors. you wouldn’t dare venture deeper into the eastern quarters, where the castle staff resided and the performers practiced. despite every nerve gnawing at you and your mother’s voice in your mind to behave, you carry on.
it amazes you how different the eastern wing is, especially considering the fact that it was in your own home and you’d rarely ventured out this way. their decorations were much more subdued, maroon drapes and iron candelabras in exchange for your gilded chandeliers and marble pillars. a clean scent travels through the halls, like freshly washed linen.
you pause in the middle of the hallway, finally coming to your senses. you had no idea why you chose to leave your room. you had no idea what you were looking for. and if you did, you had no idea where to even begin looking for him.
“are you lost?”
a deep voice calls out to you and you whip around, your fingers curled tight around the necktie of your cloak. you stare at the stranger with wide eyes, ready to bolt when he comes into view beneath the dim candlelight.
well, that’s convenient.
“i—no—i was just—” you stumble over your words, failing to come up with an excuse when realization washes over his features. his face pales, his lips parted with a soft gasp when he recognizes you.
“your highness,” he bows quickly, his head hanging low until he glances up questioningly. “what are you doing in the artists’ quarters?”
“i … needed some air,” you admit, trying to quell your beating heart at the sight of the very man you’d been thinking about for the past several weeks. he knows better than to challenge your curt excuse and nods once. you clear your throat, reminding yourself that you were of royalty and had no reason to carry yourself so nervously. “what is your name? i believe you’re new to the performers’ troupe.”
“i … i am,” he answers with another bow. “choi san.”
“san,” you repeat, enjoying the way his name feels on your tongue. “would you care to join me for a walk?”
“i—i don’t think—” color floods to his cheeks, his eyes darting around the room as if he’d materialize an excuse.
“surely, you wouldn’t deny your princess of her request.”
“i—i suppose i can’t.” he can’t help but chuckle at your audacity, a hand behind his back as he gestures towards the far end of the hall. “there’s an exit into the hedge gardens down here. we shouldn’t run into anyone else at this hour.”
“lovely.” you loop your arm through his and he tenses, unsure of how to act towards such a forward royal. “lead the way, then.”
“tell me, san,” you ask, finally breaking the silence once you’ve stepped into the cool night air. the manicured hedges cloak the pair of you as you weave through the paths to the tune of gravel crunching beneath your feet. “what drew you to choosing the path of a court performer?”
he exhales through his nose, eyes focused on the path before you. “‘choose’ is a funny word to use.”
“meaning?”
“… nothing,” he says suddenly.
“speak freely,” you urge, the ghost of a smile dancing across your features. san glances over at you from the corner of his eye. he heaves another low sigh, the sound a rumble in his throat as he folds his hands behind his back.
“it was … a necessity.” he chooses his words carefully, pursing his lips in thought. “auditions were happening at a time when i needed a job. i’ve been told i’m a decent dancer. here we are.”
“i’d imagine it’s a great opportunity,” you reply, waving a hand back towards the expanse of the castle. “being able to perform for nobility.”
“sure.” his answer is curt, clipped at the end. you don’t question it and clear your throat when he looks at you with a teasing smile of his own.
“is it common in this castle for the princess to wander into the artists’ wing in the middle of the night?”
“no—!” you exclaim, shaking your head wildly. the last thing you needed was for him to believe that you were frequenting their chambers for whatever other reasons he could come up with. “i really just needed to walk and think.”
“a lot on your mind?” he asks. it’s interesting, the way you perk up at such a simple question. you weren’t used to being asked for your thoughts, or about your troubles. you were so used to being handled like a doll and not a real person that you were relieved at having such a … human interaction.
“yes,” you admit, allowing your shoulders to slump ever-so-slightly before you spill over. “eat with this silverware, wear this corset, curtsy at this angle. day in, day out. it’s all just so routine. so restrictive.” san stares at you quietly, the sound of his footsteps slowing until you stand before him with a remorseful smile. “i’m sorry. i just … may i be honest?”
“of course,” he urges, glancing around theatrically. “i doubt the crows are about to tell your secrets to someone.”
you laugh and brush a strand of hair away from your face. “it’s been the same dance and song here for all of my life. down to what hairbrush the maids use to fuss with my hair before dinner. when … when i saw you, the way you dance. it’s something different. you don’t dance the way the others do. it doesn’t just blend into this perfect vision of a friday night that everyone has just accepted. there’s something … poetic about it.”
san’s expression is unreadable as he looks down at you. the cool night air kisses your skin, wisping your hair across your face and fluttering through the hem of your skirts. his lips form a straight line and he swallows, nodding in understanding.
“sounds like you were looking quite closely at my performance, then,” he jests, earning a gentle swat on his shoulder from you.
“and were you not staring at me, as well?” his face floods with color and he averts your gaze, confirming your suspicions.
“i can neither confirm nor deny,” he mumbles, trying to retain an air of seriousness that’s quickly betrayed by the laugh that slips out of him. you grin at the way you’ve made him flustered and he stares at you in the same way that he did during the performance in the ballroom.
a faint rustle in the nearby bushes steals your attention and you flinch, already on edge at the possibility of being led back to your chambers by an all-too-eager guard. san notices the way your body tenses and arches a brow, glancing over your shoulder.
“we should head back,” he says quietly. “better to not have anyone wondering where you are.”
“yes.” you turn on your heel, struggling to ignore the way your heart sinks at ending your conversation with san.
the next evening, you drop a satchel of coins into the palm of your guard’s hand with narrowed eyes in warning. he nearly stumbles at the sight and looks up at you for an explanation.
“keep quiet,” you scold, waving a finger at him before you turn on your heel and head into the eastern wing.
“lost again, are we?”
the familiar voice captures your attention and you whip your head around to find san perched on one of the windowsills with a book balanced on his knee. you observe him pointedly, ignoring his teasing and glancing at the cover of his novel.
“are you enjoying that?” he looks down at the pages before him and nods, looking back up at you with a shift in his expression.
“i am. it tells the story of a princess arranged to marry a crown prince and to leave her lover behind.”
“tragic,” you huff dramatically, earning a laugh when you look back towards the gardens. “care to join me?”
“have you ever been to the town square?” san asks you on another night, strewn across the base of one of the fountains tucked away from the rest of the garden. you sit across from him, knees hugged to your chest as the gravel digs into your palms.
you shake your head. “only one time when i was younger for a festival. i can’t remember the last time i saw the outside of this castle.”
“at least the castle’s quite a sight for sore eyes,” he tries to offer and you shake your head.
“a gilded cage is still a cage.” a sad smile graces your features, one that san mirrors in silent understanding.
ironically, you find yourself falling into a new routine altogether. escorted away for the evening by your handmaids, undressed and left with a cup of tea and the fabric of your nightgowns. the second you hear them turn the hall and disappear into their own quarters for the night, you drag your cloak out of the aged wooden trunk by your dressing table, wrap it over your shoulders and shuffle past your silenced guard into the artists’ wing. you’d been careful to not be seen by any of the other performers, quick to slip into crevices between the pillars if anyone that wasn’t san was coming.
he tells you stories about life outside of the castle, of his past. stories like how he was born to a nobleman but to his mistress and not his wife. of how he’d struggled to find work and was confined to what the castle offered him with the curse of being a nobleman in name only.
“have you ever considered—” you’d try to pry at him, to find a way in which he would be freed from his title constraints.
“whatever your suggestion is, i’m sure i have.” he smiles pitifully, tracing a finger along the cracked stone beneath him. “i enjoy dancing. i appreciate my role here.”
“but do you enjoy it?”
“hm?” san glances up at you, at the way you look at him as if he were a caged songbird.
“do you enjoy it?” you ask again, more firmly this time. “your role here.”
“it’s … fine,” he answers. “there’s as many restrictions as there are benefits.”
“restrictions like?” you tilt your head, encouraging him to continue.
“for one,” he holds your gaze, washed in the moonlight as something solemn flickers across his face, “court performers are expected to satisfy a noble’s request, no matter how … excessive.”
you widen your eyes at his suggestion in disbelief. “you’re a person, not a plaything.”
“and beneath the people we perform for,” he clarifies, his voice ragged with frustration you hadn’t yet heard from him. “so, there’s that.”
“… i’m sorry,” is all you say after a long silence.
“it’s—”
“fine,” you interject, earning a scoff from him. “it’s not. and it’s okay to think that it’s not.”
“i appreciate that, princess,” san answers, the way he looks at you when he calls you by your title sending a shiver down your spine.
there was a different weight in san’s performances after that. the way his eyes never left yours from across the ballroom, no matter where he stood. the way his body tensed when a noble would brush their hand across his torso in invitation for more. the way he looked to you as if he needed permission to fulfill his duties he was hired to perform.
the next time you see san, the rain limits you to the confines of his bedroom. you can feel the way your body trembles at the idea of being where he changed, where he slept. it was a much smaller room than yours—naturally—with little furniture or room for trinkets. you stand at the corner of his room nervously, finding comfort in the doorway when he shakes his head and outstretches a hand to you.
“would you like me to show you what we’ve been practicing?” he offers you another earnest smile in that gentlemanly way of his. “you’ll enjoy it.”
you take his hand nervously, allowing him to nudge your cloak off of your shoulders so that the heavy fabric would fall to the floor. he kicks it aside, his eyes never leaving yours. the warmth of his body radiates against yours and you can barely hear yourself think when he slips an arm carefully around your waist so that his hand rests at the small of your back.
he guides your body into a steady rhythm, similar to a waltz you’d practiced in the past. he interjects the routine steps when he dips you by your waist, trailing his nose along the length of your torso and stopping when his face is square with yours.
you can feel his breath on your lips when you straighten, the distance unchanged and his hands still at your waist. you look up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his pupils have blown wide and he’s struggling to avoid looking at your lips.
“princess,” he says softly, his voice mingling with your breath. you silence every word of warning in your mind and pull him in by the fabric of his shirt, closing the distance with your lips pressed against his and your eyes fluttering shut.
san gasps against your mouth, his fingers pressing more firmly into your waist to pull you against him. whatever shred of rational thought was left in you dissipated the moment you kissed him, the feeling of his lips on yours and the way his scent engulfed you sending your mind reeling.
“we can’t,” he rasps, pulling away with ragged breaths.
“i don’t care,” you whisper, raking your nails against his torso.
for the first time, you allowed yourself to succumb to your desperation to break free from your routines, from the way you were expected to act. san swallows once, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation. seeing none, he lifts you by your waist so that he can set you on the edge of his bed and lay you back against the sheets beneath him. they were rougher, scratchier against your skin than your own.
“are you sure?” he asks with gentle hands caressing your sides.
“on one condition,” you heave, your back arched off of the sheets. san arches a brow, trying to hide his smile in lieu of the concern he felt in anticipation for your answer.
“don’t be gentle.”
there’s a difference in the way you carry yourself the following friday night. even the handmaids comment on how alight you seemed in comparison to preparing for festivities in the past. you simply shrug with a smile fixated on your face, allowing them to fasten your dress and dab perfume oil on your wrists.
it’s nothing short of disappointing when you realize that san isn’t in the group of performers that night. the ballroom suddenly feels hollow, empty. you double, triple-check throughout the room as if it would reveal those feline eyes and the way the corners of his lips turned with a smile in your direction.
nothing.
you return to your chambers, defeated and left more confused than ever. you knew better than to ask what of san. it would raise questions and be more damaging for him than you.
“i didn’t see san tonight,” you hear the maids whisper amongst themselves as they remove the pins from your hair and store away your jewelry. you try not to let on how invested you were in their conversation, staring at your nail beds as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
“i wonder if he’s ill,” another mutters.
“no, no.” the oldest of the bunch shoos them, unfolding your nightgown to have you undress. “i believe he’s with lord park’s daughter for the evening. she wasn’t in attendance, either.”
“oh, that’s scandalous,” they hum, buzzing from their gossip while your mind wanders incessantly.
“ladies,” you snap, a rare occurrence from you towards the maids. they still, their conversation quickly dying out as they hurry to prepare you for bed.
the night consumes you as much as your thoughts do, staring at the drapes that cover your bed. you hadn’t so much as seen or heard a word from san ever since you’d been to his bedroom. he wasn’t present for the performance tonight. even the rest of the castle staff were curious about his whereabouts.
you fall into your usual routine regardless, cloaked in heavy fabric and hurrying through the halls to the artists’ wing. you don’t find any signs of san through the main hallway, leading you to search the outer gardens and the walkways that snake towards his room.
it’s not until you’re about to turn back from the gardens and accept defeat do you hear the familiar sound of his laugh travel across the greenery. you look over your shoulder and finally see him, standing beside one of the other dancers you recognize as they twirl and glide through the pathways in a similar routine to the one you’d seen tonight.
at the last moment, san glances up and catches your eye. you glare at him and he stares back, emotionless as he returns to his conversation with the other performer.
ashamed and utterly confused, you return to your own chambers without another word.
you don’t look for him after that. several days pass, each more tormenting than the last as your mind fails to piece together why san was absent and why he was avoiding you whenever he had the opportunity to even bow in your direction. you’d walked past the troupe practicing on several occasions in the afternoons and not once did he spare you so much as a passing glance while the others corralled you for opinions on their performance.
the mental turmoil finally drives you mad and you take it upon yourself to return to the artists’ wing, if only for the last time.
“have i done something?” you ask, your voice already shaky. san turns from his seat by his desk and arches a brow before ignoring your question and returning to the stack of papers in front of him. “san.”
he doesn’t answer.
“you can’t even look at me now?” the heartbreak in your voice is evident, laced with frustration as you gawk at him in disbelief.
“you shouldn’t be here,” he says plainly, his voice void of emotion as he continues to scribble across the stationery before him.
“that wasn’t a concern when i was in your bed,” you huff, finally earning a reaction from him. you can see the way his jaw tenses, even in the dim moonlight that filters through the window. he pushes back from the desk and faces you, not a single trace of affection evident.
“that night didn’t change anything,” he says, more coldly than you’d ever heard from him.
“i—” you blink in surprise, taken aback by the harshness of his words. “did someone say something?”
“no,” he says too quickly and you narrow your eyes at him.
“san.”
he finally allows a crack of emotion to filter through, sadness and something akin to regret washing over his face. you want so desperately to bolt across the room and hold him in your arms, to console him for whatever reason he was troubled. still, you remained in the doorway without another inch in his direction.
“the nobles are beginning to notice,” he admits, tearing his gaze away from you.
“notice what?”
“the way i look at you during performances. the way i’ve been refusing their advances to spend the night with them.” he swallows, shaking his head with a dry laugh. “they say i’ve become a fool for the princess.”
“so?” you question. “let them talk, they can’t possibly—”
san says your name sternly, no mention of ‘your highness’ or ‘princess’. you blink and cut yourself off.
“the last thing we need is them spreading gossip that the princess was defiled by a lowly court dancer.”
“how would they even—”
“they will come up with whatever story they choose,” he snaps, hurt evident in his voice. “there are other performers who have grown suspicious of you choosing to take walks in the gardens behind our quarters. they will talk. nobles will talk.” he pauses and lets out a slow exhale. “and the king and queen will listen. not to me, but to what everyone else will say.”
“i would never let them.”
“and you think that it’d be less suspicious that the princess is quick to defend a common dancer?” a dry laugh slips out of him.
“you’re not just a common dancer,” you plead in a weak attempt to reassure him.
“maybe not to you,” he says, meeting your gaze, “but to them, that’s all i am. likely all i ever will be.”
“please,” you heave a sigh of exhaustion, frustrated with the fact that you’d allowed yourself the privilege for the first time in your life to let go and it’d immediately fallen apart. “we will figure it out.”
“i already have.”
“what do you mean?” you widen your eyes, taking a careful step towards him. he doesn’t move any closer, lowering a hand to grip the edge of his desk. you glance at the way his veins thrum against his forearm from the tension.
“i’ve been reassigned to perform with the troupe at the royal theater,” he informs you, making reference to the performing arts center in the capital that frequently travelled across the kingdom. “i won’t be staying here anymore.”
“what?”
he doesn’t answer.
“i’m sorry, reassigned by who?” you ask, already knowing fully well that you didn’t care about the answer. whatever he says sounds distant and muffled, something about the chief of staff in the castle offering a recommendation on his behalf. your mind grows hazy at the thought of being trapped behind the castle walls, no longer able to enjoy san’s company in the late hours of the night or to enjoy the routine you’d grown so accustomed to.
“princess, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he says quietly, trying to reach for you to console you. with a huff, you take a step back so that you’re no longer within his reach. you can feel the tears threatening to spill over and your breathing grow shallow, neither of which you wanted him to see.
“i’m aware,” you say with a newfound steel in your voice. “well, i wish you the best of luck.”
you turn on your heel and bolt down the halls back to your chambers, quick to slam the doors behind you and slide against them until you’re slumped on the floor. you finally let the sobs escape you, unbothered by who would hear.
another friday night comes along and you allow the maids to poke and prod at you in their usual fashion. tightening your corset, pinning your hair away from your face. you’re escorted to dinner and led through the same roundtable conversations you’d heard many a friday night before. they lead you to the ballroom, the suffocating, sweltering ballroom stuffed to the brim with nobles eager to get their hands on performers for the night and to gorge themselves with sweets and liquor at the expense of the monarchy.
the fanfare of the performers entering draws the familiar hush that falls over the crowd and you drop your chin in your hand, unenthused by the way they gawk at the incoming dancers. you can barely hear the way the music shifts into something more emotional, the strings playing something sadistically tragic as if the orchestra was aware of your disappointment.
there’s an emptiness in the ballroom that weighs even more heavily than the superficial routine you’d surrendered to. there were no eyes looking into yours, fixated on your every breath as he glided through the room effortlessly. there was no point to lay awake in bed after the evening, counting down the moments until the staff had retired and you were able to bribe your guard to free you from your chambers.
there was no one waiting for you in the eastern wing, no one waiting to take your hand and lead you into the gardens so that you could hear the crunch of gravel beneath your feet as he twirled you in his arms. no one that would map out every inch of your body as you sighed his name into the sheets.
you would retire for the night, change into your nightgown and fall fast asleep.
tags/genre: college au, frat au, sneaky link, loooots of tension, lil bit of jealousy, dirty talk, dom!reader x switch!san
word count: 5.9k words
synopsis: san is the frat sweetheart. he keeps the house tidy after ragers, updates the calendar, sends out the text reminders. he's even the plug for the potheads! when he meets you at yet another atz rager, he realizes there might be more worth taking care of than a group of silly little frat brothers ...
notes: 18+ content (mdni!). I BETTER SEE THE SAN GIRLIES GOING CRAZY AFTER THEY WERE DOING THEIR WITCHCRAFT UP IN MY INBOX
“let’s go take another shot!” your voice is hoarse from yelling along to the lyrics of the reggaeton song resounding against the walls of the atz house. you link your arm around yunho’s and drag the taller man into the kitchen excitedly. he stumbles after you, his cheeks already flush from the three shots you’d offered him prior.
“where do you put it all?” he asks, watching with wide eyes as you pour out two tiny red solo cups to the brim with raspberry vodka.
“beats me,” you answer, the shot glass comically smaller in yunho’s hand than yours as you clink your rim against his and knock it back. the taste becomes more and more like juice with each shot, meshing with the buzz you had going from the liquor. someone calls your name and you whip your head around in question.
“we need you for pong!”
you’re not even entirely sure who summoned you but you oblige, joining a group of the brothers and a handful of other people you recognized at an end of the folding table prepared for another round. you’re not the best at pong, but you’d be damned if you lost to the younger atz brothers you were competing against.
“i’m calling foul play,” beomgyu cries out, fighting to finish the last of his beer before he’s expected to down the remains of the last cup you’d shot the ping pong ball into. you shrug with another laugh, taking your leave to continue making your rounds across the living room.
you’re unaware of how much time has passed when the volume of the music lowers, replaced by the sound of voices clamoring over one another to order ubers and where to take the pregame to for the rest of the night.
“okay,” hongjoong calls from the stairs to capture everyone’s attention. “the boys will call ubers. see y’all in a bit.”
groups begin to usher out onto the front lawn, giggling amongst themselves and waiting for their cars while you return to the kitchen for your phone. the lights are dimmer than the leds of the living room, just bright enough for you to make out san shuffling around the counters to clean up.
“you’re not trying to head out?” you ask when he looks up at you with a soft smile.
“i will!” he assures you, sliding empty cups into a garbage bag. “just wanted to get everything cleaned up first.”
something compels you to do the same, wordlessly following his actions and opening another garbage bag for the rest of the trash.
“oh—you don’t have to,” he says quickly, trying to reach for it from you. with a huff, you turn away from him and crane it out of his reach.
“ah, ah! i want to,” you answer matter-of-factly, signaling that there was no point in him protesting. he sighs, offering you a single defeated nod as you help to wipe down sticky counters and set mixers into the already crowded fridge.
whether he chose to admit it or not, you were a great help in him tidying the house so that the boys weren’t stumbling back into a cluttered, sticky mess. he thanks you for the hundredth time, calling an uber for the pair of you to join the rest of the group downtown while you touch up your makeup on your phone’s camera.
“who knows what you missed out by staying behind,” he teases once you’re on the way to the club. you laugh, threading a hand through your hair.
“it’s okay,” you admit. “i’m sure it couldn’t have been that exciting since i’m not there yet.”
“life of the party,” he chuckles at your dramatic bow from beside him.
“occasionally.” you study san silently, the way he’s thumbing through the atz calendar of events and double checking on the brothers in their group chat. “are you usually like this?”
“hm?” he hums without looking up. “like what?”
“on top of everything and everyone, all the time,” you gesture to his phone. “i might need to steal your phone for the night for you to relax.”
“only if you’re going to put your number in it,” he replies, a sly grin forming on his face. you blush involuntarily at his comment, rolling your eyes playfully before you glance out at the skyline passing by.
“real smooth.”
the first time you stayed back with san was nearly a year ago.
it had become a slow and steady routine with every visit you made to the atz house. whether it was before one of their socials, while people were calling ubers to head to the club. san was always at the ready to make sure everything was in order for them. you quickly became his right-hand, much to his protests that you weren’t obligated to hang back and help him. even then, something compelled you to want to be around him more.
nothing ever happened. and yet, there were nights when it felt like something almost did.
it showed up in different ways, like san opening the door for you to head out or the few moments you spent sharing a bottle of gatorade before rallying for the rest of the night. the time it took to clean up slowly stretched out more and more, leaving room for you to sit on the counter while he tells you a story about one of his professors or for you to help him restyle his hair just right.
of course, showing up in a separate uber well after everyone else was starting to draw attention, particularly from the other atz brothers. they’d poke and prod at san, teasing him until his cheeks were the shade of ripe strawberries. you’d just laugh it off and venture deeper into the party each time.
“are y’all hooking up?” you heard mingi ask san one time.
“of course not,” san answers, almost defensively. you weren’t offended, but the way he said it with such certainty struck a nerve you hadn’t noticed before. “we’re just friends.”
“if you say so.” it wasn’t exactly a lie. you and san were friends.
the pair of you have the opportunity to catch up after a shared class, venturing to the university center for coffee and a chance to get away from the noise of greek row before the next social that night. san takes a sip of his matcha before sliding it over to you in exchange for a sip of your dirty chai.
“how’s planning for formal going?” you ask. you weren’t in a sorority yourself, but you spent enough time mingling with the greek crowd to keep up with their social calendar. san sighs, leaning back into his chair as he pulls his hood over his head.
“tiring,” he admits, resting his chin in his palm. “hongjoong is doing a great job. it’s making sure everybody else does what they need to do that’s driving us crazy.”
“i can imagine,” you sympathize, tapping along the side of your cup absentmindedly. “is there anything i can help with?”
“keeping me sane,” san jokes and blinks at you pitifully.
“well, i’ll save you a drink at tonight’s pregame,” you promise, the unspoken arrangement for you to help him at the end of the night hanging in the air. before he can reply, a pair of girls you recognize from one of the larger sororities approach you both. they greet you excitedly, dissolving into small talk before they turn to san.
“how’s atz feeling about formal?” they ask, and you wince knowing he’s probably been asked the same question at least a dozen times.
“good,” he replies simply, a polite smile gracing his features.
“any idea who your date’s gonna be?” one of them pries, her voice laced with anticipation. you try not to overexamine san’s reaction, pretending to focus on texts you’ve already read while you glance at him from the corner of your eye.
“not sure yet.”
not sure yet.
not sure yet?!
something stirs within you at his response, something illogical and undeniably petty. you had no right to be upset with his answer. he didn’t owe you anything. just because you both spent a lot of time together and had a unique arrangement when it came to going out didn’t mean you were joined at the hip.
“hey, i gotta run,” you suddenly say, shoving your chair away from the table and feigning a smile despite san’s confusion etched across his face. “i’ll see you guys tonight!”
“and then he said ‘not sure yet’!” you snap soon after, sprawled across the plush rug beside hongjoong’s bed. he glances up from his laptop, clearly engrossed in something much more important than the complexities of his frat brother’s relationships. “what does that even mean?”
despite this, hongjoong was your friend before he was the president of atz.
“it’s san,” he answers, setting aside his wire-rimmed glasses. “he’s probably just trying to be polite about it all. he’s not big on being pushy about stuff like this.”
“i guess,” you concede half-heartedly. “it’s just so confusing. we’re friends. i know we’re friends. we’ve hung out all the time in the last year. but it’s like … a weird hang out.”
“you mean throwing away solo cups in the middle of the night?” hongjoong scoffs. “yeah, that’s a new one.”
“i’m just trying to be nice!” you protest, sitting up and glaring at him. he throws his hands up defensively.
“i’m not saying you’re not! i’m just saying somewhere along the last year, maybe you weren’t just being nice.”
“i can’t like san,” you declare, more to yourself than to hongjoong. “that would just make things really weird.”
“eh, what’s the worst that could happen?”
you get ready in hongjoong’s room that night, your clothes and makeup in tow as you apply mascara to the tune of swae lee in the living room down below. he’s busy at work downstairs setting things up, leaving you to your devices. a soft knock against the aged oak door captures your attention and you call out for whoever to enter over your shoulder.
“delivery,” a familiar voice calls out. san approaches you with a red solo cup filled to the brim with a fruity concoction while your hair is mid-curl. you reach for it with your free hand, nowhere near him before he laughs and approaches you with a sigh. “look at me.”
you turn just enough so that you’re facing him and he gestures for you to tilt your head back. as the curl falls from the iron, you let him bring the cup to your lips and pour a drink down your throat. something about it was undeniably intimate but you strangle the thought and smile up at him through the mirror’s reflection.
“why, thank you.”
“i’ll see you downstairs,” he says, about to head out when you stop him.
“hey, can i ask you something?” he turns to you expectantly and you set aside your curling iron, switching it off as you think of the best way to word your question. “do you really not have plans for who you’re taking to formal?”
“huh?” san blinks, genuinely confused by your question before his brows furrow in thought. “oh, yeah. i’ve just been so busy with helping plan all the logistics i really didn’t put much effort yet into asking anyone.”
“anyone in mind?” you press, praying to every god out there that you don’t sound painfully obvious.
he hums for a moment before shaking his head. “not yet.”
“okay,” you reply, deadpan. “i’ll be down in a bit.”
you take san’s response in stride, or at least as much as you can by the time you descend the stairs into the belly of the beast. the pregame is in full swing, the pong table crowded and hongjoong setting up another playlist by the speakers. you venture into the kitchen, greeting everyone along the way before you approach yunho with a quick embrace.
“what’s going on?” he asks, gesturing to the bottles behind him. “want something? mingi made this passionfruit kind of thing. it’s pretty good.”
“it sounds good,” you lilt, reaching behind him for a cup of the tropical drink. it lives up to expectations and you hum in approval, leaning against the counter with your legs crossed. yunho and his friends pull you into casual conversation, something about the upcoming basketball game when a particularly handsome face walks into the kitchen for a refill.
you arch a brow, mirroring the way he grins at you lazily as he reaches for a drink around you. he’s closer to you than he needs to be, but you don’t mind it when he clinks his cup against yours and nods before bowing out back into the living room.
“who the fuck was that?” you ask under your breath, loud enough for only yunho to hear.
“juyeon,” he answers, following your gaze. “he’s one of san’s friends, i think.”
“is he?” you question, something about the passionfruit suddenly tasting deliciously toxic.
you coast into the living room, renewed confidence as you settle into a free spot beside hongjoong’s setup. he takes your solo cup from you, grimacing at the sweetness before returning to his playlist. juyeon catches your eye for the second time from across the room before he makes his way over. he pulls you into casual conversation; nothing important, just mutual friends and how bad he expected the line to be to get into the club.
“pretty privilege works in your favor for times like that,” you inform him, tossing your hair over your shoulder when he laughs.
“you saying i’m not pretty?”
“oh, you’re very pretty,” you tease, your tone clearly striking a nerve by the way his gaze scans your face with more weight than before. your eyes, on the other hand, flicker across the room to where san stood with mingi. you curse yourself mentally for thinking he looks good in his fitted black shirt and worn jeans, observing the way he throws his head back with a guttural laugh at something mingi says.
he doesn’t bother looking in your direction and you glance back at juyeon, trying not to think about it.
eventually, the same routine starts to settle in like clockwork. the crowd begins to thin, slipping out in pairs and small groups. the instinctual pull towards the kitchen sets in, your usual arrangement to help san tidy and to go downtown together. you don’t look for san with juyeon by your side, his hand ghosting over your waist as he glances at his phone.
“i’m down to head out,” he says to you. “you want me to call an uber or see if anyone else has room?”
for a moment, you hesitate.
only for a moment.
“yeah, let’s call an uber,” you reply, matching the smile that graces his features as you head up the stairs to grab your jacket and touch up your hair. before you can hurry down the stairs, you nearly collide into san on his way down. he grabs your waist, steadying you before you can stumble.
“hey! i’ll catch you downstairs?” he says, expecting you to hang around.
“i’m actually gonna head out now,” you say, testing the waters. you can’t read his expression in the dark hallway, but the way his fingers twitch slightly before dropping from your waist tells you something you weren’t aware of before. he clears his throat, nodding once.
“oh—! okay,” he replies, his voice as steady as he can make it. “yeah, i’ll catch you downtown, then.”
san notices the quiet quicker than he thought he would.
it’s the same routine as every night before you went out. throwing out the garbage, wiping down the counters, readjusting the furniture. except this time, you weren’t sat on the counter to entertain him with another story of your god-awful professor. you weren’t sifting through the fridge to criticize their week-old pizza on the bottom shelf. you weren’t asking him if he wanted a yellow or orange gatorade before you went out.
the sound of someone coming downstairs shifts his attention and he looks up, away from the sink. yunho enters with a theatric yawn, clad in his sweats and searching for something to hydrate.
“why are you still here?” san asks.
“didn’t feel like going out,” yunho answers, his head still in the fridge. “i have to study for this thing i have on monday.”
“hey, uh—do you know if—” san hesitates for a moment, shutting off the tap as he says your name in question. “who’d she end up heading out with?”
“huh?” yunho straightens, a bottle of water in hand. “oh, juyeon. they were cutting it up all night. you didn’t notice?”
he didn’t notice.
“you good?”
san clears his throat, not realizing he’d been motionless in thought since yunho answered him. “yeah, i’m good.”
yunho heads upstairs and san stares at the otherwise empty kitchen, already tidy and ready for him to leave. he sighs, ignoring the nagging feeling at the back of his mind as he shrugs his jacket on and calls his own uber.
the bass is loud enough to echo along the sidewalk as you and juyeon step out of your uber and onto the curb. he’s about to head for the back of the line when you tug on his arm, gesturing to a much smaller group waiting beside one of the bouncers. he waves you over wordlessly, glancing at your id for no more than a second before he ushers you both in.
“pretty privilege like that deserves a drink,” juyeon says against the shell of your ear so you could hear him over the music. you grin, glancing at the bar before you do the same to him.
“tequila and sprite, if you can.”
you sift through the crowd to find the group from the atz house, joining them at the back of the dark club where they had a booth waiting. one of the girls gestures for you to climb up beside them and you oblige, your heels sinking into the worn leather as the beat resounds in your chest. the thoughts swirling your mind quickly dissipate, away from san and his—
your breath hitches as he approaches the booth, greeting his brothers and reaching for a drink of his own. juyeon returns not long after he does, offering you the drink he’d bought you. with your heart thundering in your chest, you take his hand as he guides you off of the booth and back onto the sticky wooden floor.
with a thankful smile, you take a sip from the thin plastic straw and move along to the beat from your spot. juyeon matches your rhythm, singing along to the song blaring through the speakers as he takes your hand. you laugh at the way he tries to spin you before he releases your hand, forcing you to come face-to-face with san.
you’re caught between the pair of them with little room to move, let alone escape from any kind of confrontation. there’s something unreadable in san’s expression as he arches a brow at you, a smile lingering on his lips before he takes a sip of his drink. you narrow your eyes at him in silent question, holding his gaze for just a second too long before mingi summons juyeon over for a round of shots.
san blinks at you as the song shifts into something different, something heavier with more tension. he downs the rest of his drink, setting the empty cup onto the booth’s table before offering a hand out to you.
in the year and change you’d known him, in the countless times you’d been out together, choi san has not once asked you to dance with him. as a matter of fact, you weren’t sure if he’d ever asked anyone considering he preferred to take a backseat while everyone else was going at it. you hesitate for a split second, your hand hovering over his before he pulls it into his and leads you deeper to the center of the dance floor. it’s crowded and overheated and stuffy, but all you can focus on is the fact that san was defiantly asking you to dance with him.
you stumble slightly when someone bumps into your shoulder and his grip moves to your waist instinctively, pulling you closer until your chest is nearly flush with his.
“sorry,” he says, but he doesn’t step back. his eyes are locked on your face, waiting for you to say something. you meet his eyes, tentatively draping your arms over his shoulders so that he’s within your grasp. never before this were you nervous to dance with anyone. he continues staring at you, his body moving subconsciously along to the beat in the way yours does.
you allow yourself to relax just slightly, falling into the rhythm of the bass blaring through the overhead speakers. even in such a crowded room, your heart was pounding in your chest at the way san looked at you. with a gasp, you allow him to turn you around so that he was pressed against your back and his hand lingered on your waist.
you lean into his touch, into the way he grinds against you. it wasn’t anything insane—if anything the couples around you were getting much friskier than you were—but the chill that ran along your spine was impossible to ignore. san leans down just enough to bury his face in your neck, his breath against your skin quite possibly the most exhilarating sensation you’d ever felt. his hands move to trail along your arms until his fingers are intertwined with yours, wrapping his broad arms back around your waist to sway against him.
the song transitions into something much more energetic and the shift splashes over you like ice water.
you step away from san, realization dawning over you of what just happened as he stares back at you breathlessly. only the sound of the atz booth chanting for another round of shots and the bottle girls filing through the crowd shakes you from your daze as you blink in surprise, finally separating from san and returning to the other girls.
one thing was for sure—there was no way you could ignore what happened the next time you saw san. at least, you couldn’t. he didn’t seem to have any problem.
it was as if san’s body wasn’t literally pressed into yours the weekend before the next time you saw him during the week with the other boys. he made his usual small talk, polite as ever and quick to deflect when the topic of formal or the next pregame came up. it ignited a certain rage inside of you that you wanted so badly to call out, but chose to dismiss as him not wanting to make things awkward.
you don’t show up at your usual time to the pregame the next weekend. the party’s already in full swing by the time you get there, one of the atz brothers dangling by his ankles as he’s held over a beer keg with a funnel. you shake your head, venturing towards the kitchen like clockwork. you catch a glimpse of yourself in the living room mirror, mentally praising yourself for the outfit choice. as much as san wanted to pretend that nothing happened, you might need to give him a bit of a reminder.
your skirt hikes up your thighs dangerously as you lean into the fridge for mixers, making yourself a drink when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. shutting the door, you glance over your shoulder and smile to yourself when you realize it’s san. his eyes are glued to your thighs before you turn to face him, scoffing at the way his gaze shifts to meet yours in a panic.
“hey,” is all you say, focusing on mixing your drink.
“hey,” he answers, swallowing dryly before he takes a sip of his own. you pause, waiting for him to continue and nearly rolling your eyes when he doesn’t.
you ignore the way his eyes follow you across the house as you exit the kitchen, observing your every move and every conversation you become engrossed in. you would be lying if you said you weren’t over the moon with the kind of attention he was giving you.
as the clock nears midnight, wooyoung climbs onto one of the folding tables with the music’s volume lowered.
“call your ubers!” he hollers, hopping off of the table with a wobble. “and if you’re not going out and you’re not a brother, get the fuck out!”
everyone follows suit and files out into the night air while you stay behind, knowing full well san was waiting to see what your next move would be. as much as you wanted to taunt him by joining another group in their uber downtown, you know you needed to confront him at some point. you watch as the crowd disperses, leaving you and san to the living room on your own.
“uh—” he stammers, trying and failing to avert his gaze. you shake your head, accepting your turn to be nonchalant as you fall into your usual routine of sourcing the garbage bags and beginning to clear off the counter. san tries to do the same, knocking over a handful of empty cups in the process while he was too busy staring at you.
a terribly toxic idea forms in your mind.
deliberately, you toss one of the empty solo cups onto the kitchen tiles and gasp in mock surprise.
“oops,” you mutter, angling yourself so that when you bend over you’re on full display for san. you can hear the way his breath hitches in his throat and smile to yourself, straightening and continuing on as if nothing happened.
again, you stretch overhead to put a bottle away on top of the fridge and make sure that your skirt rides up just enough for him to have a good view.
“seriously?” he finally says, almost in a whine as he drops the bag he was carrying behind you.
“what?” you ask, feigning ignorance as you do the same and turn to face him. he leans against the edge of the counter, arms crossed over his torso.
“you know what you’re doing.”
“what am i doing?” you ask, blinking in mock confusion.
“please,” he scoffs, nodding towards your miniskirt. you glance down and peer back up at him.
“does it bother you?”
“no,” he answers too quickly.
“ah,” you nod, tapping a finger against your bottom lip in thought. you turn to the nearby dining table, curling your fingers around the edge and leaning over just slightly. “didn’t think so.”
you can hear the way san’s breathing becomes labored, his eyes glued to your ass and the way you bend over just enough to rearrange what’s left on the table.
“seriously,” he repeats, his voice sterner this time. you huff and bend over even further, relishing in the way you’re able to torture him.
suddenly, san grabs your wrist and has you follow him up the stairs as he leads you to his room. he kicks the door shut behind him with his heel, the sound echoing louder than expected as he turns to you. his hands remain firm at your waist, his fingers pressing into you enough to keep you locked in place.
“what are you doing?” you ask breathlessly.
“what am i doing?” he repeats, disbelief etched across his face as he lets out a dry laugh. “you’re the one messing with me.”
“right,” you scoff, arching a brow at him. “having me grind my ass against you last weekend and then pretending it didn’t happen was fine, though.”
san stills, his chest heaving as he works to steady his breathing. you glare at him expectantly, waiting for him to retaliate when he snakes a hand through your hair and pulls you into a hungry kiss. your knees buckle under his touch as you grip the fabric of his shirt in tight fists, struggling not to melt under the feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth.
“god, you’re driving me fucking crazy,” you snap when he pulls away, your voice strangled as you swallow down air. “do you want me or not?”
“of course i do,” san replies, as if the answer was obvious.
“didn’t seem like it,” you counter.
“what, would you rather i tell you every weekend that you come over how badly i want you? beg you to stay back with me while everybody else goes out?”
“yes!” you cry out, exasperated as you throw your hands over your head. “at least a hint would have been nice.”
“okay,” he concedes, staring at you pointedly. “if anyone is driving anybody crazy here, it’s you.” he threads his hand back through your hair so that he can pull on it enough for you to expose your neck to him. he inhales deeply, flooding his senses with the scent of your vanilla perfume. “i can’t tell you the kind of things i’ve wanted to do to you tonight.”
“you can try,” you urge, albeit casually. san hums, biting down on your collarbone with a desperate groan. you gasp at the sudden sting, your hands gripping at his shoulders to steady yourself.
“i wanted to bend you over the dining table and fuck you right then and there,” he exhales shakily against your skin. his free hand lowers to cup your ass just under the hem of your miniskirt, pulling you against his hips. “i just want to know what it sounds like when you scream my name.”
“not such a gentleman after all, then,” you reply, your resolve crumbling by the second as he captures your lips in another desperate kiss.
it’s a mess of teeth and tongue as he guides you over to his bed and tries to cage you beneath him. you push against his chest with enough force that you’re able to get on top of him with a humorless laugh. your hair falls over your face, your lips swollen and bruised as you reach between his legs to massage his cock through his jeans. he gasps from the sudden pleasure as his eyes roll back.
“funny,” you say, deadpan. he twitches under your touch as you apply more pressure. “i’m curious what you sound like.”
san desperately tries and fails to cling to any semblance of dominance, his hands falling to his sides as you free him from his restraints. you spit onto your hand and run it along his length, earning a string of breathless whimpers in response.
“mm,” you hum, brushing your thumb against his tip. “let me hear it.”
“you’re—ah—,” he groans, writhing under your touch as you alternate between pumping him fast and slow. you smile down at him, relishing in the way his face contorts from the pleasure and the fact that you have him at your disposal. you slide down his legs, just enough to drop to your knees between his legs so that your mouth is positioned at the head of his cock.
in one swift motion, you swallow him whole and he grabs the back of your head with a gasp. you smile around his shaft, hollowing your cheeks so that you can suck him off more tightly. a string of expletives escapes him as he bucks his hips against your touch.
“you look s—ngh—so fucking good right now,” he groans, his head lulling as he stares down at you through hooded eyes. you hum approvingly and bottom out so that his tip hits the back of your throat. a strangled moan slips out of him and you can feel the way you’re soaked from the sounds he makes.
before you can finish him off, he hoists you up and tosses you back onto the bed with your legs spread for him. you steady your breathing, swallowing the taste of his pre-cum as he shoves your skirt around your waist and your panties to the side. he brings two fingers to your mouth, watching with hungry eyes as you suck them off before he inserts them into you to stretch you out. you groan through gritted teeth, the pleasure crawling up your spine as you feel him remove his fingers and position himself at your entrance.
he presses his forehead against yours as he shoves himself into you, his breath mingling with yours as he bottoms out with a soft grunt. you clench around him, your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer as he falls into a steady rhythm. the bed creaks beneath you, the only sound in the otherwise silent house.
“fuck, san,” you breathe, tossing your head back onto the sheets with a sigh.
“oh, come on,” he mutters against your skin, “i know you can be louder than that.”
he slows his pace, enough so that he can move fully out of you and thrust back in with renewed force. he does it several times, over and over until your panting and clawing at his back with his name falling from your lips between curses.
“that’s it,” he praises, falling back into a steady pace. “just like that.” you feel his fingertips trail along your waist until he dips his hand lower, massaging tight circles against your clit that have you seeing stars. you can feel the way your stomach tightens from the pleasure, your chest heaving as he thrusts into you relentlessly.
“i’m gonna—” you can’t even finish the sentence by the time san pulls out of you and flips you over so that you’re on your hands and knees. he grips onto your hips firmly and pushes himself back into you with a near feral groan. you rock under his force with a loud cry, your back arched and your hands fisting the sheets.
the same wave of pleasure returns, crawling up your spine and settling at your core as you try to steady your breathing. your orgasm finally crashes over when san feels you clench around him even more tightly this time and curses under his breath. he thrusts into you once, twice more before he gasps and buckles over you, filling you to the brim with his cum. you shudder at the sensation, feeling the way it drips down your legs as he pulls out.
“fuck,” he heaves, offering his hand to you so that he could help you up. he guides you down to the hall to the bathroom he used and produces wipes and towels for you to clean yourself up. “that was …”
“… something,” you finish, equally as breathless as you follow him back into his room. “didn't know you were such a freak.”
san blushes at your praise, his eyes disappearing with a sheepish smile that you mirror. he sits at the edge of his bed and reaches for your hand to pull you closer. with his arms draped around your waist, you stroke his hair gently. the pair of you struggle to process the weight of everything that led up to what just happened in silence.
finally, you speak. “so, are we still going out?”
“we can,” san replies, his grip tightening just slightly as he glances back up at you with a playful smile. “but, there’s just so much to clean at the house still, y’know?”
pairing: computer science major!san x street racer!reader
tags/genre: street racer au, college au, friends to friends with benefits, smut with plot, sub!san x dom!reader, whiny san oooooh yes
word count: 6.8k words
synopsis: the street racing circuit is starting to get really competitive—too competitive if you're not able to up your game. when you enlist a certain computer science major to help you with some major tech upgrades on your car, you'll need to find a way to pay him back.
notes: 18+ content (mdni!). if you've been following this series, i'm so sorry but yeosang's garage is so ran through and i'm sure that poor boy has no idea. i don't think he knows he's alive.
the door to san’s apartment creaks open thanks to the spare key he’d made for you a month ago. the scent of vanilla and cedarwood greets you from the burning candle, the only source of light in the living room aside from san’s computer setup. his silhouette is turned away from you as he focuses on the lines of coding that cover his monitors and the small lamp beside him.
“brought your favorite,” you call out, shaking the paper bag of fast food that held his usual order of a burger and fries. only then does he turn, his narrow eyes widening in delight as he saunters over to you.
“i think i’ve only had a cup of coffee and a baby carrot for today,” he admits, happily taking the food from you and setting it up on his kitchen island. you shake your head, but it’s nothing you’re not used to. ever since college, san was the type to hyper-fixate until he got the job done. it was a habit of his you highly criticized, but it fell on deaf ears.
"i guess i’m a lifesaver then,” you scoff, stealing one of his fries. “what are you working on?”
“capstone,” he answers simply.
the mention of his master’s program makes you wince at the thought of grueling coding and software analysis. you’d gotten out early with your bachelor’s, opting to stay away from any more school and focusing on working with your hands as soon as possible. it fed into your love of cars and the gritty, grimy nature of street racing and car meets. getting to work under the hood and operate on the body of a car interested you far more than sitting behind a desk to work on its innards.
san was the complete opposite, but it worked in your advantage to have someone in your corner that was more versed in all of the tech know-how.
speaking of …
“so, what do you need from me?” san asks, interrupting your thoughts with a sip of his drink. you blink, glancing behind him at his monitors.
“why do you think i only come to see you if i need something?” you scold, smacking his strong shoulder. even through the oversized hoodie, you can feel his well-defined arm and shake the thought from your mind. “can’t i come see you just to say hi?”
“not really in your track record,” he chuckles and nudges his glasses slightly up the bridge of his nose. “i mean it, though. everything all right?”
“well …” you pause and trail off, earning another soft laugh from san as his suspicions are confirmed.
san meets you bright and early at yeosang’s garage the next morning. he comes prepared, two to-go cups of iced coffee in hand and his laptop. you warned him that you weren’t keen on dragging yourself out of bed so early on a saturday morning for him to look under your hood, but he insisted. after you told him about the fact that rival drivers in the car meets were starting to work on illegal software mods to win races, you needed him to help you up the ante of your acura integra before someone ran you off the road.
“you realize it’s dangerous to mess with the software side of mods,” he warns, arms folded over his broad chest.
“yeah, but that’s why i came to the most intelligent coder i know,” you swoon. hunched over the kitchen island, you blink up at him in mock admiration. he pushes you away by the crown of your head, tousling your hair in the process.
“you know i’m weak for a good compliment,” he protests, though the smile that stretches across his face proves otherwise.
“so, it’s a yes?”
“it’s the computer nerd!” yeosang hollers from his own end of the garage bay, waving a wrench. you curse at him, scolding him to be nice as san takes the teasing in good spirits. he raises a hand in greeting, setting down his stuff on your workbench.
“hey, yeosang,” he laughs, eyes flickering to the older man’s car. “how’s the supra doing?”
“she’s running so smoothly,” he replies, patting the side panel of his chrome car affectionately. he cranes his neck and looks at your acura, letting out a slow sigh. “as for some other people …”
“i’m working on it,” you grumble, patting the hood of your black integra as though she’d be offended by yeosang’s criticism. “or well, we’re working on it.”
“ahh, so that’s why the computer nerd is here.”
“and i know you’ll be asking for my help when your supra needs an upgrade,” san teases back, earning yeosang’s raised hands in surrender before he returns to working on his car. he turns to you and waits for you to pop the hood so that he can run diagnostics on your engine.
seated in your rolling chair, you observe quietly as san gets to work. it always amazes you the way he shifts into a different person when he’s focused, muttering to himself with laser eyes behind the lens of his glasses. he purses his lips, making notes on a piece of scrap paper he’d brought along. your iced coffee is nearly gone by the time he’s finished.
“what kind of mods did you say people were doing?” he asks over his shoulder.
“we were guessing they messed with the timing of their nitrous injectors and possibly their traction control,” you suspect, referencing some of the more common illegal mods you’d heard about. they weren’t hard to equip, but they made drifting all the more dangerous. you look to yeosang for confirmation and he nods with a frown.
“your engine’s closer to factory settings than it is to anything they could have equipped,” san concludes, taking off his glasses so he could rub at his eyes with the heel of his palm. “i know most of your mods have been manual. do you want to take her for a spin so i can see how her system runs now?”
your face splits into a grin as you glance out at the isolated backroads that surround yeosang’s garage.
san settles into your passenger seat, laptop on his thighs as your engine roars beneath you. a hand curls around the gear shift, the other gripping the leather of your wheel as you shoot out onto the backroads. your mind shifts from san as you slip into your own domain, twisting and turning through the hills while the adrenaline courses through your veins. your window is slightly down, letting the wind whip your hair around your face.
shifting gears juts you into your typical racing speed, your acura growling as she drags you closer back to yeosang’s garage. san remains focused on his screen, glancing every so often at your dashboard. dust follows you as you pull back into your engine bay.
“i’ve got a few ideas,” san offers, leaning against your workbench. “at least, ideas that won’t get you killed or arrested.”
“well, that’s no fun,” you huff and san glares at you. rolling your eyes, you brush him off with a wave of your hand and look at his notes. “i’m kidding. what did you have in mind?”
the pair of you spend the afternoon toiling in the garage, san instructing you through complex lines of coding and software repairs to your engine control unit. he tries to explain adjustments to your cold air intake and how he can modify your monitoring systems. the thought of all-new upgrades to your car makes your mouth practically water.
on the other hand, you remain under the hood and focus on maintaining your existing hardware—tightening bolts, swapping outdated wiring for yeosang’s newest deliveries. you don’t even notice the way san looks to you every so often from behind your windshield, or the way his gaze lingers on you for just a second too long when you straighten to run a hand through your hair.
yeosang comes over when you’re both nearly finished, the afternoon sun hanging low and painting the sky outside with streaks of deep pink and orange. the overhead leds had switched on, giving him a better look at the mods you’d made with san. his wide eyes move like darts across your engine bay as he hums to himself. he rounds the car to where san is and you can hear the two men reviewing the upgrades to your system software.
“transmission lockout?” you hear yeosang exclaim louder than you’d ever heard from him. “oh, she’s gonna love that.” excitement pricks at your skin as you approach them and narrow your eyes at yeosang’s giddy grin. he wipes at his brow and gestures to your dashboard. “san hooked you up. you have to test this out tonight.”
“i removed the factory limits on when you can shift gears,” san explains matter-of-factly, still in his work mode. “which means you can drift to high hell if you wanted to.”
“are you serious?” you ask, mouth agape as a disbelieving laugh slips out of you. “oh, we’re racing tonight.” san beams up at you, clearly pleased with himself. you love the way his eyes disappear when he smiles and the way he seemed so eager to help.
“will you come out?” yeosang nods in encouragement. “you should see her in action after all the work you put in today.”
“sure!” san affirms.
yeosang insisted you pregame at the garage. you welcomed the change of scenery from your apartment, especially after crowding your bathroom mirror panicking over what to wear for the night. the classic leather skirt and boots combo would have to do. wooyoung joins soon after with a roar of his civic, bottles of vodka and henny in hand and a loud cry of excitement when he sees san.
“no fucking way you got san to come out,” he exclaims and slings an arm around san’s shoulders. “dude, i have not seen you in forever. you’re gonna have a blast. the girls that come out are fine.”
you try to ignore the jolt in your stomach at wooyoung’s comment, just as much as you try to ignore the way san’s eyes flicker to you when he says it. san adjusts the neck of his oversized hoodie, not bothering to dress up for the meet. it wasn’t like he needed to, anyway.
the trio of you—supra, civic and integra—roll out as the sun dips behind the hills in the distance. san leaves his audi behind and rides shotgun with you, his scent engulfing you as you blast the ac for a distraction. anything to not glance out of the corner of your eye at him.
“so, how does it feel?” san asks, his voice low as he runs a hand through his hair.
“huh? great,” you reply awkwardly, shifting your gear for emphasis as you round the corner to the industrial complex. “can’t wait to try her out.”
“i’ll be disappointed if you don’t win,” he teases, hands tapping on his thighs.
“oh, i will.”
“confident, are we?”
“shouldn’t i be?” you retort, lowering your windows as the faint scent of gasoline and asphalt creep closer. san arches an eyebrow at you in amusement as he sees the excitement spread across your face. “world’s greatest tech guy in my corner, over here.”
“just glad to be of service.”
you feel the familiar buzz of adrenaline coupled with alcohol seep into your system, coaxing you out of your car and into the night air. it engulfs you—the leds, the engines roaring. yeosang and wooyoung pull in behind you and flank you on either side in their usual spots. san’s eyes widen at the crowd, a half-smile hanging off of his lips as he steps out.
“this is sick,” he comments and leans against your hood with an approving nod. he’s a great addition to your acura, if you do say so, yourself. you round your car to stand beside him and reach for the solo cup wooyoung offers filled with your usual.
“one step closer to getting you to race with us,” you sing. san chuckles and nudges his shoulder against yours with a shake of his head.
“maybe someday.” he glances around at the cars and you know exactly what he’s doing. mentally checking under the hoods and behind the wheels, wondering what software was running each and every one of the cars in the lot. you don’t even realize you’ve been staring at him when mingi calls out your name.
“are we taking a fucking shot or what?” he hollers, taking the bottle from wooyoung as a girl you don’t recognize follows behind him. she smiles at each of the guys individually with a hasty tight-lipped smile in your direction.
she remains silent as mingi pours you a double, conveniently finding a spot to squeeze in beside san. ever the gentleman, he gestures for her to join the circle with that soft smile of his. her eyes trail over him from head to toe, lingering just a second too long before she turns to you.
“so, who’d you come with?” she asks, her voice like honey as you arch an eyebrow at her.
“uh, no one,” you reply with a sheepish smile of your own, gesturing to your raven acura behind you. “that one’s mine.”
“oh … you race?” she asks, as if she were in disbelief.
fuck is her problem?
“she sure does,” san interjects, oblivious to the awkward tension rising between the two of you. he squeezes your arm affectionately and glances down at the girl, encouraging her to peer up at him through her lashes. “do you come here often?”
oh, brother.
san was many things, but able to take a hint was not one of them. he was always so kind and so warm, even if he couldn’t tell that the girl beside him wanted to jump his bones right that second.
well, that makes two of you.
no, stop it!
that’s one of your best friends. it’s san. sweet, helpful san. there’s no reason for you to imagine what it would feel like for him to have you on your knees, under his desk while he’s hard at work and your hands are wrapped around his c—
“can i have another shot?” you burst out, not waiting for mingi to answer when you snatch the bottle from him. the warm sting of liquor slides down your throat, a much needed distraction from the filthy thoughts that plagued your mind. san blinks at you curiously and you avert his gaze, turning to wooyoung instead.
“are we racing or what?”
wooyoung’s face is plastered with a wicked grin from his driver’s seat as he revs the engine of his civic beside your acura at the starting line. your pulse thrums as alcohol, adrenaline and what you won’t admit is jealousy fuels you. a laugh cuts through the sound of the engines and you look to the sidelines. san is there, caught between focusing on the start of the race and the same girl clutching his bicep with a hand over her mouth. you scoff when san smile back at you unknowingly.
what the fuck got into you?
mingi steps forward beside the flag girl, bottle raised above his head as she unfastens her lacy black bra. the fabric drifts in the breeze that carries through the garage bay, your eyes locked on it and waiting for it to drop.
“three, two—”
wooyoung cackles beside you and you can hear him shift his car into gear.
“one!”
tires scream as you both shoot out of the garage. your acura launches past wooyoung, keeping his civic hot on your tail as you follow along the usual route racers took around the abandoned industrial complex. with your window down, the howling wind whips through your hair and the interior of your car. glancing at your gear shift for a split second, you remember the instructions san gave you.
“alright, show me.” you bound into your car, eager to get behind the wheel to learn about what san did to your transmission. he laughs to himself and slides in with far less enthusiasm after you. he clears his throat and motions to the gear shift, which you reach for obediently.
“you can override the built-in settings now,” he explains. “if you shift like this—” san rests his hand over yours, his palm soft to the touch. his grip tightens over you, guiding your hand so that your engine is thrown into a new gear. “you’ll hit the next gear without the ecu triggering.”
“uh huh.” you swallow, barely registering his explanation. the warmth of his hand, the scent of his cologne, the way he holds your gaze. it clouds any rational thought in your head to focus on his instructions. san arches an eyebrow at you, amused by the way he had you flustered but not seeming like he planned to act on it. you clear your throat and tug your hand away from under his.
“let’s test her out, then.”
the sound of wooyoung’s civic drawing closer pulls you from the memory as you grip the gear shift with a huff. throwing it into a new gear, you hear an unfamiliar growl that pulls your car across the asphalt and builds the distance between you and wooyoung. you laugh manically from the thrill, operating like clockwork as you twisted and turned through the complex with the garage bay back in view.
the screech of your tires reels you in, dust flying as you come to a stop just seconds before wooyoung. the crowd erupts into a round of excited roars that you join in as you step out of your car and back into the night air.
“i almost had it!” wooyoung laments after he’s parked beside you. with a laugh, you throw your hands above your head and welcome the shot that mingi presents you. “might need san to hook me up next.”
san.
the thrill of the win slowly subsides as your eyes scan across the garage for san. he’s right where you left him, leaned against yeosang’s supra with a clear view of the starting line. the other girl is still beside him, twirling a strand of her long, dark hair and muttering something to san before he offers her a small wave and jogs over to you. it takes a great deal out of you not to flash her a petty smile when san wraps his arms around your waist and twirls you excitedly.
“that was sick!” he exclaims as he lowers you, his hands still lingering at your waist. you laugh, breathless when you meet his gaze. the crowd around you seems distant as his eyes trail from yours to where his hands hovered. color flushes his cheeks before he steps back, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “glad the, uh, mods worked out well.”
“they sure did,” wooyoung comments bitterly from beside the pair of you, earning a roll of your eyes as you shove him aside with a soft scoff.
“anyway.” you glance back up at san with a tilt of your head. “you want to hang around a bit more or head out?”
“actually, can you drop me back off at my car, if that’s okay?” san smiles down at you apologetically. “i just have a ton to work on tomorrow, so might need an early start.”
disappointment picks at you for a split second before you nod, gesturing for the keys from yeosang. “that’s totally fine! i can come back after, don’t worry.”
you can’t quite put your finger on the tension that hangs heavy in the car during the ride back to the garage. were you crazy for thinking san might also … no, no you’re crazy. he didn’t look at you in any specific way. he wasn’t flirting with you, he’s always so nice to you.
the purr of your engine slowing to a stop shakes you from your thoughts, headlights washing over the metal of the yeosang’s garage doors as you pull into the spot beside san’s audi. you don’t turn the car off right away and neither of you speak just yet. the silence stretches, still heavy as you keep your eyes locked forward.
finally, you speak first. “hey,” you mutter, fingers still curled around the steering wheel as your heart begins to hammer in your chest.
“hm?” san turns to you, not seeming to be in a rush to leave your car, either.
“i just wanted to say thanks for the help.”
“you don’t have to keep thanking me,” he scolds, his lips curved into that smile of his. “i enjoyed it.”
“i know,” you confirm uneasily, hesitating before you glance at him. “i just … i want to make it up to you somehow.”
“and how do you plan on doing that?” san asks jokingly, his expression still unfazed when he meets your eyes. he stills, finally recognizing the darkness that dilates your pupils. his hand that hovered over the door handle drops back onto his thigh. the smile on his face falter slightly when he realizes you’re not messing with him.
“well …” you trail off, mentally cursing yourself at the way you fully reverted into a blushing, mumbling mess of yourself. this was so unlike you. you don’t quite recognize the emotion that washes over san’s face. rather, you don’t give yourself the time to as you turn to face the window. san scoffs, instinctively reaching for your chin so that you’re forced to hold his gaze. the touch of his fingers on your skin sends a jolt down your spine that you struggle to ignore.
“before you answer,” he continues, “are you saying this because you want to … or because you feel like you owe me?”
ever the gentleman.
“of course i want to,” you answer more quickly than you expected, heat creeping along your skin. “i’ve … wanted to. for a while now.”
“really?” san asks, beside himself for a moment before something flickers in his expression. the timid, gentle san you know is put on the back burner as he pulls away from you, settling into his seat with his hands behind his head. “and what exactly have you wanted to do?”
you take his shift as permission, leaning in just a bit further so that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. with narrowed eyes, you shake your head at him and tap at your bottom lip.
“why don’t i just show you?”
“no, actually.” his rejection takes you aback, but the way that he still stares at you leaves you confused. his eyes trail over you like they did earlier, only this time much more slowly and suggestively. “i want you to tell me exactly what you’ve wanted.”
“you—” you blink, a disbelieving smile threatening to stretch across your face. san mirrors your expression, enjoying himself as he awaits your answer. “you’re a freak, you know that?”
“well, maybe it’ll make two of us if you care to share.” san offers a hand out to you, motioning for you to continue.
“san,” you lilt, the sound of his name slipping from your lips earning a twitch in his jeans. “i want you to fuck me.”
“mm,” he hums as if you told him about the weather. with his tongue pressed to his cheek, he nods once. “what else?” he raises an eyebrow with a knowing smirk.
“i want you to have your hands around my throat while you tell me that i take it like such a good girl.” it was a wild jump to make, you were well aware. but the fact that san’s eyes darkened, his lips parted as his breathing grew ragged gave you no warning to stop. if anything, it coaxed you to lean in, your lips ghosting over his just barely.
“what else?” he asks again, his voice strained.
“let me show you,” you insist in a hushed voice, fighting the urge to fully plead with him. san swallows, clearing his throat before he reaches around you to shut off the engine. you blink at him, confused and even more so when he does step out and rounds the car to open your door.
“let’s go, then.” the sound of san’s audi unlocking behind him catches your attention. “i’m not fucking you in your car.”
ever the fucking gentleman.
the tension that surrounds the pair of you grows heavier and hotter by the second. massaging him through his jeans in the driver’s seat was cut short when he nearly staggered into a cop car at a red light. the elevator felt all too small on the way up when an older couple stepped in and made small talk the entire ride up to his floor. never were you so grateful to hear the faint beep of his key scanning you into his apartment.
san barely has enough time to turn on a light or shut the door behind him when he has you pinned against it, his lips pressed to yours with a desperate groan. you melt into his touch, his familiar scent engulfing you as he cages you against the door with his arms. he snakes his hands over every inch of you, from your waist to the back of your thighs. he hoists you up against him, tongue slipping into your mouth as he carries you to the bedroom. you thread your hands thread through his hair, as though it would help ground you in the moment that this was really fucking happening.
“you have no idea—how long—i’ve wanted to—” san struggles to speak between kisses, his tongue gliding against yours before he finally dips his head into the crook of your neck and trails his tongue along your skin. the sensation draws a shudder out of you, coaxing you to tilt your head back with a soft moan.
“shut the fuck up,” you mutter, your eyes fluttering shut. san scoffs against your skin, his teeth sinking into the soft tissue just beneath your ear. the sensation earns another whimper from you, more languid and feverish than the last as your nails dig into the fabric that covers his back.
san hums in approval, lowering you onto the bed against his soft linen sheets. they smell just like him, sandalwood and vanilla. you can barely summon a deep breath when you hear san unzip your leather skirt, his fingers trailing along the hem as he tugs it off of you. the cool air of his apartment kisses your skin and you can’t help but shudder.
he recaptures your lips with a muffled groan that you match, relishing in the way he grinds against you in such a needy rhythm. san’s hands are desperate to massage every inch of you, trailing along the cusp of your breasts to the dip between your thighs. the way his fingertips ghost over your clit earns a sharp moan from you and you arch your back off of the sheets in response.
“mm, you like that?” san asks against your earlobe, feigning surprise as he presses the heel of his palm against your clit at a slow, languid pace. the feeling of him pressed against you coupled with his teeth nipping at your earlobe nearly sends you into a frenzy.
“ngh,” you reply in a strangled moan, your chest pressed firmly against his as he falls into a steady rhythm massaging your clit. of course you’d been with other guys, but there was something about the way san moved and the way he read your body that sent you into a spiral. something about the way that you’d considered what it’d be like for so long that you couldn’t believe that it was actually happening.
san pauses for just a moment to slip his hoodie over his head, about to pull your lace panties to the side when you press a palm to his chest. he’s solid under your touch, warm and strong. his lips are parted still as he looks down at you through hooded eyes, trying to steady his breath.
“am i not supposed to be repaying you?” you ask, arching off of the sheets and guiding him to switch positions with you. a soft noise slips out of san in protest before you undo the belt looped through his jeans and expertly slip it around his wrists in a bind. “keep your hands to yourself.”
“seriously?” he asks, strained as he tugs his hands against the tight leather. you hum approvingly at the sight of him at your disposal and scratch your fingernails against his skin in a long, painfully slow trail to his waist. he writhes under your touch, biting down on his lower lip to stifle his moan.
with your eyes locked on his, you free him from the restraint of his boxers and trace your fingertip along the head of his cock, already slick. he shudders and lifts his hips from the sheets in anticipation. without warning, you swallow his length whole, bottoming out with him hitting the back of your throat almost instantly.
“fuck,” he hisses, fighting against the belt around his wrist in an attempt to hold the back of your head. you hum against his skin, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through him. he lets out a string of curses under his breath at his restraints and tosses his head back as you get to work.
you move your lips along him slowly, carefully as your tongue glides around every inch of him. he’s as big as you anticipated, if not bigger as the tip of his cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat. you hollow out your cheeks and tighten around him, your hand matching the rhythm of your mouth around his length. you can feel the way he twitches and hardens from the way you’re sucking him off and moan against him from the satisfaction.
“how’s it feel?” you ask, your hand still pumping around him as you glide your tongue across your bottom lip. san furrows his eyebrows with a pathetic moan, his broad chest rising and falling at an erratic pace.
“better than—” he gasps mid-sentence as you fully engulf him for the second time. “—fuck—better than i could have expected.”
“mm,” you hum against him, picking up the pace. you’re fully focused, locked in on coaxing every drop out of him when you feel his hand thread through your hair and pull you off of him. you gasp in a combination of surprise at his escape and the feeling of him forcing you to meet his gaze by his grip on your hair.
“not like this,” he warns, not wanting to cum just yet. you don’t bother questioning how the fuck he got out of the belt as he flips you, your back hitting the sheets for the second time that night. “let me take my time with you.”
“doesn’t that defeat the purpose of me paying you back?” you ask, tilting your head in question as his hands separate your thighs to make room for him.
“trust me,” he scoffs, a filthy smile hanging off of his face, “this is more than enough.”
san loops his fingers around the lace fabric to pull it aside, exposing the way you’re already a soaking mess for him. even in the dark, you can see the way his pupils blow wide before he glides his fingertips along your folds, an approving sound slipping out of him as you coat his fingers. his free hand wraps around your throat as the other plunges into you, moving in and out at a dangerous pace.
a drawn-out moan escapes you as you ball the sheets around you into tight fists, writhing under san’s touch as he curls and slides his fingers across all the right spots inside of you. not even a second of you squeezing your eyes shut passes when you feel san’s grip around your throat tighten.
“look at me,” he commands gently, his thumb brushing along your jaw as his pace quickens. you oblige, your mouth hanging open as you try to steady your breathing. it’s increasingly difficult with the way his thumb massages against your clit, his other fingers curling relentlessly inside of you. the familiar tightening in your stomach pulls a groan out of you, clenching around his fingers in anticipation.
one final pump of his fingers has you undone, arching off of the sheets with staggered whimpers as you ride out your high. san slows, slipping his fingers out and lowering himself so that he can lap up every last drop of you. he runs his tongue through your folds, stopping to suck on your already swollen clit with a low, breathy moan. the overstimulation twists and turns in your stomach as you buck your hips against his face with a cry of his name. he laughs to himself, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip before lifting himself back up to capture your lips in another kiss.
“let me fuck you,” san begs against your lips in a whisper, “please.”
you scoff, relishing in his neediness as you reach for the waistband of his jeans to shove them off. in no time, every article of clothing is strewn across the bedroom floor as he positions himself at your entrance, his strong arms caging you in on either side of your head. you watch the way his expression shifts with every inch of him sliding into you, the way his brows furrow and his lips part with a soft shudder.
san falls into a steady rhythm once he’s bottomed out, holding your gaze with a desperate plea in his eyes. every breath that comes out of him is ragged as your nails dig into the skin between his shoulder blades. his body molds against your perfectly and you let out a string of whimpers at the way he hits just the right spot with every thrust. he finally tears his gaze away from you only to bury his face in your neck.
“fuck,” he groans against your skin, his hips snapping against yours relentlessly. you can feel his pace falter for just a second and glides your hands down to his waist, your nails pressing into his skin more intently as you guide him into a deeper rhythm. when you drape a leg around him to pull him in closer, he obliges and nips at your earlobe with a strangled moan.
you throw your head back, leaving skin exposed for san to devour as his name slips past your lips in another whimper. he growls and presses his forehead against yours, slick with sweat as he whispers to you how good you feel and how good you were for taking him so deeply.
“s-san,” you stutter, your breath mingling with his, “i’m gonna—”
you’re unable to finish your sentence when san picks up the pace, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as every inch of you is rocked with pleasure. a groan through gritted teeth comes out of you instead when he presses a hand to the back of your thigh to lift your ankle onto his shoulder. he fits even deeper into you, thrusting you into the sheets with a stifled whimper of his own,
“san,” you whimper again, nearly begging this time as your stomach tightens from the new angle. the fucking grin that spreads across his face as he pounds into you sends you over the edge, waves of pleasure rolling over you as you twitch and jolt beneath him from the high. you clench around him to suck him in and he gasps, hips bucking before he slips out so that he’s able to finish himself off. a few pumps of his hand later and he cums all over your stomach, streaks of white across your skin as he heaves to steady his breathing.
“you’re a mess now,” he scolds, immediately reverting back into his gentle persona as he lifts himself off the sheets and heads into the bathroom for a towel. you sit up, your muscles sore as you blink the haze from your vision and stare into the darkness that engulfs his apartment. his silhouette returns carrying a towel and one of his oversized hoodies, a black twin to his gray from earlier that night.
“i got it,” you assure him, taking the towels and wiping yourself off as san reaches gingerly for the hair that’s fallen over your face. you still for a split second, noticing the way your heart still skips a beat even after the post-nut clarity. slipping into his hoodie and your underwear, you reach for the glass of water perched on his bedside table and take a long, much-needed sip.
san sits across from you on the sheets, cross-legged as he fiddles with his fingers awkwardly. he’s wearing sweats now, a pair he must have grabbed when he left to fetch you a towel. you stare at him in silence, his lips swollen and red and his hair disheveled.
“i’d say we’re even now.” you finally cut through the silence, earning a quiet laugh from san as he runs a hand through his hair.
“you might have overpaid, actually,” he admits, leaning back on his palms as his eyes trail over you. already you can feel the heat reignite inside of you and silently scold yourself. “that was …”
“was …?” you urge, leaning forward so that your lips nearly touch his. san chuckles and cups your face, brushing aside a strand of hair with his thumb.
“really good.”
“might need to ask you to help me out more often, then.”
“you just might.” he presses a swift kiss to your lips, gesturing to the empty bed behind you. “it’s late. you should probably crash here and i can take you back to the garage for your car in the morning, if that’s okay?” you nod, about to head to the couch when he captures your wrist. “no, no! you should take my bed. i’ll sleep on the couch.”
“you really don’t have to—”
“i insist.”
“i mean …” you trail off, scanning his face as he looks at you expectantly. as much as you appreciated his gentlemanly tendencies, a much larger, much more insatiable part of you wanted him to stay wrapped around your finger for just a little while longer. “your bed’s big enough for the both of us, is it not?”
san’s face flickers with understanding as he shakes his head, trailing his hand from your wrist to your waist so that you fall back onto the sheets beneath him.
“i’d say it is,” he confirms and nudges your thighs apart with his knee. “sounds like it’ll be a long night.”
“don’t worry,” you scoff, draping your arms over his shoulders so that he’s pressed against you, “i’ll make sure you’re up on time.”
“and if i start falling asleep while i’m working at my desk tomorrow?” san asks, feigning concern. “what then?”
“oh, i’m sure you won’t be.”
“is that so?”
*
“are you okay with setting up another meeting for this friday, san?” his mentor asks over zoom the next morning, the scent of coffee filling the living room from a freshly brewed pot.
“mhm,” san replies, clipped with a firm nod as he grips the edge of his desk. his knuckles are white, fingertips digging into the cool metal as his mentor goes on about research protocol and an assignment he needed to turn in.
“do you think you could take a look at the coding we were putting together for the presentation next week?”
“ye—yeah! yeah, i can,” he answers hurriedly, the man on the other end of the call arching an eyebrow in confusion. you stifle the laugh that threatens to escape you, careful not to bump your head as you take every inch of san into your mouth. you can feel how tense his thighs are when you press your palms against them to steady yourself. san rambles about something he was working on and you considered it the perfect time to flick your tongue against the head of his cock. you swivel your hand around his shaft, enjoying the way his voice lilts at the sensation.
“h-hey, uh, i’ll text you,” he interjects, slamming his laptop shut with a huff and leaning back into his desk chair with a frustrated groan. you smile to yourself, slipping out from under the desk and settling onto his lap with a hum.
“you’re gonna pay for that,” san scolds, snaking his arms around you and shifting his weight. you could feel that he was still hard, moving your own hips so that he could feel the friction. a devilish smile graces your features as you grind against him, his head falling back against the chair with a small whimper.
North and South: Beginnings - Chapter 12: The End of the Beginning
Summary: The group’s journey ends where it began.
pairing: reader x non-idol! alpha San, reader x most of Ateez for the smut
genre: romance, smut, angst, A/B/O, omegaverse, AU
chapter: 12 of 12, word count is 2,614 for this chapter, this story is complete
rating: 18+ minors dni
warnings for this series: dom! san, unprotected sex (don't do this), oral sex (both receiving) fingering, group sex, breeding kink, pet names (good girl, pretty, etc.), lots of gratuitous smut, some violence and blood.
divider by: @cafekitsune
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Chapter 12: The End of the Beginning
The air grew colder as you climbed higher up the mountain. San led the way, familiar with every bend in the trail, while Yunho carried most of the supplies behind you with Leliana by his side.
When the cabin came into view — sturdy, smoke curling from the chimney — you could already see movement outside. Your uncle was in the yard splitting logs, breath misting in the cold. He looked up when San called out, and his whole expression changed.
“San? Yunho? Is that you?” San grinned. “It’s us — and we brought someone you’ve been waiting for.” Uncle Marcus froze for half a heartbeat, then dropped the axe straight into the snow. “You don’t mean—” But Leliana was already running.
Your aunt appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a rag, eyes widening when she saw the figure coming up the path. “Leli?” she breathed.
They met halfway, the aunt’s rag falling forgotten into the snow as she wrapped her arms around Leliana. Both started crying and laughing at the same time. Marcus reached them a moment later, folding them both into a tight hug.
“You’re alright,” he said thickly, pressing a hand to the back of her head. “We got the pigeon, but I needed to see you with my own eyes.”
Leliana nodded, voice muffled against his chest. “I’m alright, Uncle. I promise.” Marcus looked over her shoulder toward you, San, and Yunho. “You three—come here.”
You barely had time to brace before he pulled you into the hug as well, squeezing hard enough to make your ribs ache. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “All of you.” San smiled faintly. “Would’ve been wrong not to.”
Marcus let go, giving him a firm clap on the shoulder. “You’ve done good, San. You too, Yunho. You lads have been nothing but solid since the day I met you.” Yunho chuckled. “Just doing our part, sir—ah, Marcus.”
Your aunt wiped her eyes, shaking her head. “Enough standing around, you’re all freezing. Get inside before the stew goes cold.”
The cabin was warm and smelled like smoke, stew, and herbs drying by the rafters. You helped your aunt bring bowls to the table while San and Marcus stacked the last of the firewood by the door. Yunho helped Leliana out of her coat, his hand brushing her arm for just a second too long. She smiled shyly at him, cheeks pink from more than the cold.
Once everyone sat, the sound of spoons and quiet sighs filled the room. The stew was hot and rich, and for a while, no one said a word.
Your aunt’s hand landed over Leliana’s. “You have no idea how scared we’ve been. Even after the message came, I couldn’t breathe properly until now.” Leliana squeezed her hand. “I’m so sorry I scared you. But I wasn’t alone for long — everyone took care of me.”
Her eyes flicked toward Yunho again. Marcus followed her gaze, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Ah, so that’s how it is. ”Yunho blinked. “What?”
San snorted into his stew, and you tried not to laugh. Leliana turned bright red. Your aunt rolled her eyes but smiled. “Marcus, please.” He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Just happy to see she’s in good company.”
The tension eased. The meal turned easy and full of chatter — Marcus and San talked about the mountain path, your aunt asked about the pack house, and you told her that you had decided to join them permanently, but you would of course visit them often. You could tell that Leliana was weighing her words, but she ended up not saying anything.
When the bowls were empty and the fire had burned low, Marcus leaned back with a long sigh. “Feels good to have this cabin full again. It’s been too quiet since you girls left.”
Your aunt started clearing the table, and Yunho stood to help her, but she waved him off. “Sit down, sweetheart. You’ve done enough carrying today.”
He sat again, placing his palm on Leliana’s neck. She glanced up at him, smiling, and San leaned toward you with a grin. “You see that?” You smiled back. “Hard not to.”
Marcus chuckled from the chair near the fire. “Looks like we’ll need to set extra places next time you visit.” Your aunt gave him a look but was smiling too. The fire crackled, filling the room with warmth and light. For the first time in days, no one felt on edge — just home, safe, and together again.
You turned toward your aunt. “Would it be alright if we stayed the night? It’s already dark, and the path’s too steep in the cold.” “Of course,” she said immediately. “You’ll all stay. The rooms upstairs are still ready.”
Uncle Marcus stood, stretching his shoulders. “The girls already have a room, and you lads can have the smaller one across the hall of theirs.”
San blinked. “The lads?” Marcus smirked. “Yes, lad. You and Yunho. Two beds and a stove—it’s cozy enough.” San hesitated. “Right… just that I’m used to keeping an eye on [Y/n], that’s all.”
Marcus raised a brow, amused. “I think she’ll manage one night without a bodyguard.”
You smiled faintly while San rubbed the back of his neck, muttering something under his breath. Your uncle clapped his hands once. “That’s settled, then. I’ll stoke the stove before you turn in.”
As you headed upstairs, you and San exchanged a look. The floorboards creaked under your steps, and Marcus’s voice followed from below: “Sleep tight, and no wandering between rooms.”
“We’ll see about that.” San whispered in your ear, as you separated in the hallway upstairs.
- - -
You woke to the dry ache in your throat and the faint sound of wind pressing against the windows. Leliana slept soundly beside you, her hair a golden halo across the pillow. Careful not to wake her, you slipped from the bed, pulled on your robe, and tiptoed down the creaking stairs toward the kitchen.
Moonlight spilled through the small window above the counter. You reached for a cup—then froze. A tall shadow moved near the doorway.
“It’s just me,” a low voice whispered. Yunho stepped out from the dark, his hair a mess and his breath clouding in the cold air. “Needed a snack. And my feet are freezing.”
You stifled a laugh. “You big baby. I’ve got extra wool socks at the end of our bed. You can borrow them.” He grinned sheepishly, rubbing his arms. “I don’t think my feet are the only thing freezing. That room’s an icebox.”
An idea flickered. “You could… sleep there instead,” you murmured, suddenly shy. “The bed’s big enough for two, and I could swap with you. San definitely won’t mind if I join him.” Yunho blinked, startled. “Are you sure? Leliana won’t think it’s strange?”
You shrugged, smiling. “She’ll be forever grateful, trust me. We’re all wearing layers as well. And you’re recovering—you need warmth more than I do, I can snuggle up to San.”
He hesitated only a moment before nodding gratefully. “Alright. But if she kicks me out, I’m blaming you.” Younho whispered.
You both padded softly up the stairs, the wood creaking under your careful steps. At the landing, Yunho whispered a quick goodnight before disappearing into your old room. You eased open the door next to it.
San stirred as soon as you slipped under the covers. His nostrils flared, catching your scent, and his arm found your waist almost instantly. “Rosy girl,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “You’re here.” “I couldn’t sleep,” you whispered back.
He smiled against your neck, holding you closer. “Then stay awake with me,” he breathed, and you melted into his warmth. The smell of a warm man’s skin and a summer afternoon in the woods enveloped you. You felt his soft lips caress your neck, moving up to your earlobe and sucking on it gently.
His fingers trailed down to the hem of your linen night slip, on the middle of your thighs. “I missed touching you like this.” You had to stifle a moan, as he dipped under the fabric and started dragging his nails faintly up towards your hip. “Do you think you can stay quiet, hm?”
A shudder went through you as San’s intentions were clear—his hardening bulge rubbing against your behind already gave him away. “I think we have to make sure that we don’t wake anyone up,” San grabbed your dress and pulled it upwards, revealing your naked body underneath.
When your breasts were uncovered, he tucked a part of the hem into your mouth, making you bite down on it. He raised himself up on his elbow, while you were still laying on your back. His eyes flashed a deep crimson red as he scanned your body, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
“My rosy girl, mine to toy with.” You were trembling from anticipation now, as San leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, all stiff from the cold air in the tiny room. The contrast from his hot mouth on your cold skin was like a jolt.
You had to bite down on the hem to keep quiet. While he sucked and nipped on your stiff peak, he placed a palm on your inner thigh, letting a finger trail along your slit teasingly.
He placed another finger on it, dipping in between the folds.
Peeking down at San, you can see his eyelids going heavy and a slight flush rising on his cheeks. He leans up from your nipple, tugs the fabric out of your mouth and kisses you.
While you’re distracted, he gently dips a finger into your cunt, muffling a low moan from your chest with his lips on yours.
San’s hot skin warming you up, his tender touch and the excitement from trying to keep quiet had you squirming underneath him, and you could feel your slick pooling around his fingers.
“So wet and ready, my petal, hm?” He pulled out his fingers, and situated himself in between your thighs. His chest was flush to yours, and his lips still on you. You were both lost in your kisses, tongues meeting softly but still with an urgency, driven by the raw lust you had for each other.
He grabbed your hands and led them up besides your head—your fingers interlaced with his, him caging you in. He lined himself up against your entrance, gliding in slowly, and you felt like you had never been closer to him than you were now.
Wrapping your legs around his back, it was like you were in a cocoon together, protected from the icy cold room outside the covers.
San took it slow, this was not the time or the place to make a ruckus, but the gentle love making was just perfect. Your bond is ever growing stronger, being this intimate in your own world.
The pace also allowed you to really feel him inside of you—the ridges and veins of his cock gliding against your tight walls, his slightly curly pubic hair rubbing in a steady rhythm against your sensitive nub.
Your nails dragging across his back, into his damp, jet black and tousled hair, your noses brushing as you’re kissing. All the stressors of the past week were gone, it was just you and him together in your own little bubble.
Soon enough, you could feel that coil in your lower belly go taut, as San kept thrusting in a consistent tempo. He moved his lips from yours back down to your stiff nipple, tugging at it with the edges of his teeth.
He knew what he was doing, and just before you climaxed, he put his palm over your mouth, and you moaned against it while your body jolted and your toes curled from the overwhelming pleasure.
This sent him over the edge as well, and he wrapped his entire mouth around your areola, trying to stifle his groan as he sent cascades of white hot liquid deep into you, emptying himself for what must have been minutes.
He collapsed against your breasts, freeing your mouth and letting you both try to catch a breath in the afterglow.
As the room went quiet, you could swear that you heard something creaking from the room across the hall. Your eyes met San’s, and you both raised your eyebrows in surprise, suppressing your giggles.
San traced slow circles on your bare shoulder, the warmth of his skin sinking into yours beneath the thick blankets. His voice was barely a whisper. “It finally feels quiet,” he murmured. “Like the world’s stopped fighting us.”
You smiled, brushing your nose against his. “Leliana’s safe, Yeosang’s carrying our pups… maybe this really is our peace.”
San’s fingers slid up to cradle your face, his eyes soft with love. “Then let’s hold onto it,” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You, me—our whole pack. Everything’s going to be alright.”
- - -
The smell of fresh bread and firewood filled the kitchen when you and San came downstairs the next morning. The fire was already lit, spreading warmth through the small cabin. You rubbed your eyes as San handed you a steaming mug of coffee, his hair still sticking up in every direction.
The stairs creaked. Leliana and Yunho appeared, both looking suspiciously avoidant. San raised his brows.
“Sleep well?” he asked casually, staring at the pair. Leliana’s cheeks went pink. “Just fine,” she said quickly, reaching for the coffee mug. Yunho coughed into his fist, grinning, “oh yes, I’m feeling quite refreshed.”
You nudged San under the table. “Don’t start.” “I didn’t say anything,” he said, voice all innocent.
The front door swung open, letting in a burst of cold air. Your aunt and uncle stepped inside, both red-cheeked from tending to the animals. “Morning, everyone,” your aunt said warmly. Uncle Marcus hung up his coat and poured himself coffee. “Good to see all of you eating. It’s a long way down the mountain.”
Leliana glanced at Yunho, then laced her fingers through his. “Actually,” she said softly, “I have something to share. I’ve decided to join the Ateez pack, I’m going back with them today.”
Your aunt froze for a moment before her face broke into a relieved smile. “Oh, thank goodness. I was hoping you would. You’ll be surrounded by people who care for you.” Uncle Marcus nodded, then looked to San and Yunho. “That’s good to hear. You keep an eye on the girls, alright?”
San chuckled, shaking his head. “We all keep an eye on each other. Trust me—[Y/n] could take down a deer at 200 meters if she had to.”
Yunho grinned. “Yeah, she’s the one I’d want watching my back in a fight. And Leliana’s got more guts than half the alphas I’ve met.” Your aunt laughed softly, pride in her eyes. Leliana squeezed Yunho’s hand, smiling at the shared confidence.
“That’s how it should be,” Marcus said, lifting his mug in approval. “You’ll make each other stronger.” Breakfast carried on with quiet chatter and warm laughter. When it was time to leave, your aunt wrapped bread for the road and hugged both you and Leliana tight. “Come back soon,” she said. You kissed her cheek and took your goodbyes.
The four of you walked down the hill, the pack house coming into view between the trees. Smoke rose from the chimney, and it looked serene. Everyone was home again, and the thought alone brought a sense of calm. You glanced at the others, knowing that whatever came next, you’d face it together.
This is the end of this story so far, and it's been such a wonderful learning experience for me as a relatively new fiction writer. Like most fic writers, I have so many ideas for future stories, and now I feel like I know how I can plan and structure them beforehand, to make a more cohesive story with better emotional beats and more fleshed out, realistic characters. Thank you for reading! <3 I have a completed fic over on AO3 if you want to read more of my recent work.
"Sannie", she giggles as I spin her in our living room
"C'mon naekkeo, you can do it", I smile, reaching for her hand as she finishes the spin, back to facing me
Her hand immediately finds mine
But her steps are off and she steps on my foot
Luckily we both are barefoot and there's no pain of a heel on me
"Sorry Sannie", she says, stopping, disappointment on her face
"No naekkeo, don't be sorry", I tell her, "It's fine. Don't give up"
This is only the second time I'm teaching her this dance and it's more complicated than the others I've already taught her
I've kept my promise to teach her how to really dance and we've been slowly going through different dances I know
In the last month though, I've shown her more
Because now we live together
I know to others it may seem like we're moving quick
Wooyoung and some of the guys were shocked at how quick we moved in together
But it's perfect pacing for us
I've known her my whole life and I know this is right for us
We fell into being a couple so easily because we know each other so well
It's the same as being best friends except there's romantic love, dates, kissing, hand holding, cuddling and sex
Lots and lots of sex
She's perfect for me, I belong with her, we belong together and no one can tell me otherwise
"This is so hard", she pouts, making me chuckle
"Yeah but you'll get it naekkeo. You always do. This is more complicated so it may take you a bit longer but you'll get it"
We've been practicing for an hour and she's stuck at this part
She huffs at me, which is so fucking adorable
"Wanna try again?", I ask, knowing she wants to
"Yeah"
I start the music over, we get into position and start dancing
She got the first parts down
It's the spin that throws her off
I've spun her before, in other dances but this one requires immediate dancing right after the spin
That's the part that messes her up
There's no pause in the dancing
"Ok baby, you got this", I tell her, as the spin comes up
Dropping one of her hands, I spin her, her giggles reaching my ears, making me smile
She always giggles when I spin her
She completes the spin, facing me
Our separated hands grab each other again and she falls into the dance steps, doing it correctly
Her head snaps up to me, surprise and pride in her face as we dance
I just chuckle as we stop, since this is as far as I've taught her for now
"Sannie!", she squeals, throwing her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly, "I did it Sannie"
"You did naekkeo. I told you you could do it"
"Only because I have the best teacher", she gushes
I laugh, "Ok, I'll accept that"
She pulls her head back, kissing me, stars blasting in my vision
I was right, that never went away and I'm glad
As we kiss, my phone rings both of us groaning
We reluctantly separate as I grab my phone off the coffee table
"Who is interrupting our kissy time?", she pouts adorably
I smile, looking at the phone
"It's Woo. He's just making sure we're still coming to the club"
She rolls her eyes, "We said yes"
I raise my eyebrow, "Yeah but to be fair naekkeo, we bail a lot"
We make plans but then things ....other more fun things....happen and we cancel
Not every time but enough that Woo or the guys usually ask to make sure we're coming
She scowls, "Yeah fine. We do"
"So ..we still going?", I ask playfully
"Yeah. We bailed last time, we have to go"
She's right
I text Wooyoung back, affirming that were going and will meet him there
Then her phone lights up, a similar text from Nabi coming through
"Yes we're going", she texts Nabi, rolling her eyes
I just laugh
"Now that friends have been answered, we should get dressed", I tell her
"Yeah fine", she pouts, taking my hand and leading me to our room
She goes into the huge walk in closet to change as all her stuff is there
She wanted a huge closet when we were looking for an apartment and anything my naekkeo wants she gets
Our room is huge and there's another big closet in it where all my stuff is
Opening my closet, I grab the clothes that were already picked out
I put the black button down shirt she loves on me on, leaving it unbuttoned just how she likes
Next is dark jeans and shoes
Grabbing my belt, I make sure I put it on and it's visible
It gets her all hot and bothered and she loves the sound of it being undone
Whether by me or her
And honestly, I have a sound kink too
The sound of her ripping my button downs open and the sound of the buttons flying everywhere, really gets me going
She comes out of the closet, wearing the short skirt and crop top outfit I bought her
"Is this the outfit you were talking about?", she asks
I like when she dresses in revealing clothes for club days
I get to oogle her while we dance
I scan down her body, seeing that she's also wearing the black heels I love on her
We're such a weird couple
Normally at home and everyday, we wear the clothes we always have- PJs, tshirts, sweatpants, jeans, sneakers
But when we go out, we kinda dress and style each other
We both noticed what the other likes and we dress for each other
I'll buy her sexy outfits if I see them and she buys me clothes too
We're both fine with it, fine with other people seeing our bodies
Because we know we're dressing for each other and not anyone else
And we know, we're the only ones who get to touch each other
It's also fun when we get all turned on in public, decide to cut things short and come home to fuck like bunnies
It's not always wild sex with us but on club or outing days it is
"Yes jagi it is", I answer, my eyes taking all over her, "Fuck, you're so hot"
She laughs as she goes to her vanity and sits down
"Thanks baby", she says, as she takes out her makeup, "You're hot too baby"
Oh I know she thinks that
And I'm glad she knows I think she's hot as well
"Thanks naekkeo"
"So what makeup do you want tonight?", she asks
"Hmm maybe something sparkly?"
She nods, "Ok. Hair?"
"You know my favorite", I tell her
"Straight and parted to the side?", she smirks through the mirror, "And a cute clip"
I nod
She knows me to a T
"And your favorite hairstyle on me, right naekkeo?"
She nods, "Yup"
Ok then
Walking to her, I lean down, kissing the top of her head, then head to the bathroom to fix my hair
She likes my hair parted in the middle, a few strands of bangs falling in my face
She doesn't like too much gel or product in my hair as she loves touching, pulling and playing with it
So I only use a little bit to style the bangs
Anything for my naekkeo
I fix my hair, then put on some of the cologne she loves on
Going back to the room, she's putting a cute sparkly clip into her hair, her makeup finished
"Naekkeo", I call
She stands up and turns to me, her eyes wide as she looks at me
But to be fair I have the same face on as I look at her
My god, she never ceases to be fucking stunning
"Fuck San", she murmurs, coming closer to me, her hands touching my chest and moving down, shamelessly touching me
Which is fine as I'm already shamelessly touching her, my hands on her thighs, pushing her skirt up slightly
"Naekkeo", I say softly, pulling her to me, pressing my hard on against her
"Sannie, we shouldn't", she says, desire in her voice, "We're gonna be late, again"
"Mmm hmmm", I answer, my hands now groping her boobs, "But maybe ...just a quickie?"
She smirks, "It's never a quickie with you"
She right but I can't help it that I'm hot for my girlfriend
"We can....try", I answer, wanting her so much
"Hmm ok", she says, giving in easily
Like I knew she would
She always wants me as desperately as I want her
I crash my lips to hers, my tongue immediately in her mouth, her hands reaching down and undoing my belt
She moans in my mouth, her body trembling as the sound of the belt being undone reverberates in the room
My pants and boxers fall down as she turns me to the bed, pushing me down on it
I lean back on my elbows, watching her climb on top of me
She pulls her skirt up, pulling her panties to the side and immediately sinking down on my aching cock
"Oh fuck yes", I groan, watching her tiny hole devour my cock, those pretty pussy lips petaling open for me
She's drenched already, her creamy juice already running down my cock that's not inside her yet, pooling at the base of my cock
God, I love that my girlfriend is this horny for me
She slides down faster because she's so wet, bottoming me out and rocking on my dick
"Mm yeah naekkeo", I murmur, "Rub your little spot on my head baby. Make yourself feel good"
She does, moving faster, the pleasure of her cunt throbbing astounding
"Hold your skirt higher", I demand, wanting an unobstructed view of her cunt on me
She listens, pulling it up, letting go of her panties, the fabric now against my cock
"Bounce. Let me see how hungry my pussy is for my cock"
She listens right away, starting off with small bounces, sliding just a bit off my cock before bottoming me out again
"Yes Sannie", she cries, my head smacking her spot every move, her pussy getting creamier by the second
Her panties rub against my cock feeling good
But it's obstructing my view and I can't have that
Propping myself against the pillows, I reach out, pulling her pussy lips apart, the back of my hand now holding her panties away from her
I bit my lip as I watch her pussy slide all the way to my head then take me back in
My god, it's mesmerizing
Her little hole so stuffed, gliding on my cock easily, a mess of cream all over me, her little clit throbbing
I'm so gonna have to suck on her later tonight
She kept her promise and let's me eat her pussy everyday
I already ate her earlier but fuck I need to do it again
I need to feel that clit throbbing on my lips
I need it
"Sannie", she whines, her clenching getting faster, harder
I look up at her nodding, "Cum around my cock"
As soon as I finish speaking, she slams down, her scream of my name echoing as she explodes all over me
I immediately move my finger to her cunt, rubbing her clit, her body shaking harder
The bliss increases, taking my breath away as I watch her cunt flood around my cock, leaking into my lap
"Fuck", I murmur, feeling the tugging her pussy is doing on my length, choking my cock so fucking good
"Good girl", I murmur as she finishes
Moving my hand away, I move, getting her on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed as I move to stand behind her
She bends down, her ass up for me as I shove her panties to the side
Oh God, her pretty hole is smeared in her cream, some of it on her pretty puffy pussy lips
Fuck, I need to be inside again
Aligning my head to her hole, I bottom out in one stroke, her hole exploding open around me
She moans loudly, begging me, "Fuck me Sannie. Fuck me hard baby"
Oh that will not be a problem
I start moving, fucking into her hard, getting her panties more to the side so I can watch her cunt take me
I groan, watching the lips of her pretty hole grip me so hard, sliding along my cock as I move
"Yes Sannie", she cries, creaming my cock more than before so it's completely covered
God, that sight is the best
Her pussy sucks me in desperately, enveloping me, crushing pulses around me, ecstacy running through my body
I'm so glad my baby has such a tight pussy
I move faster than I thought I could, the wet sound of her cunt taking my cock so fucking loud
I'm so close but she cums first
Always
Leaning over her, I wrap my arm around her waist, my fingers pressing into her clit, playing with it as I fuck her spot
"San! Fuck San!", she cries, gushing around my cock
"That's it baby", I coax her, "I'm gonna cum baby and I need this hole to cum first"
She just whines out noises, so fucked out, making me smirk
"Did you hear me?", I demand, "I need my tight hole to cum on my dick. I need to feel my pussy strangle my cock. I need to fill my pussy with cum. So cum now"
I slam into her stop hard, my fingers pinching her clit and she screams my name as she climaxes, squirt bursting from her cunt, raining down on me
"Yes fuck!", I yell, my vision blanking as I sheath my cock inside my pussy, feeling her throb around me, milking me as I pump my cum deep inside her, "Joanne fuck! Fuck! Naekkeo!"
I feel her squirt wetting my lap and my abs, that feeling doing nothing but making my orgasm so much better
It lasts a few more seconds before the bliss starts tapering away, both of us breathing hard
Fuck
Pulling out, her panties fall back into place and I lean over her whispering in her ear, "Keep my cum in your panties baby. I wanna know you have me all over you while we're out"
This is not a new thing we do
Cum kink
We cum on each other and stay like that without cleaning up when we go out
It's like a dirty secret only we know
She smirks, "I will as long as you have you're creamed up cock in your boxers"
I pull my boxers up without wiping her cum off me, smirking at her, "Creamed dick already in my pants naekkeo"
"Good boy", she teases
"God, are you trying to get me hard again?", I whine
She snorts, "Please, I don't have to try. You're always horny around me"
True and I wouldn't have it any other way
"Not fair", I pout
"Oh c'mon San. You know I'm always horny around you too so stop the whining"
I grin at her, nodding, then stepping closer to her, giving her a soft kiss
"Ready to go baby?", I ask, taking her hand
She nods, "Yup"
We leave the apartment heading to my car, hand in hand
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"Hey San! Jo!", Wooyoung says as we get to the couches he was able to score at the club, "You guys actually came"
"We said we would", I roll my eyes
"Yeah but you never know with you two"
Ok I'll give him that
We say hi to all guys as we sit down, except for Jongho
He currently has Nabi in his lap, kissing her
Their whole relationship surprised me at first
Jongho and Nabi met through Wooyoung, when he dragged Jongho with him to the club because I was bailing on him
Jongho isn't a club goer either, going even less than I did
But that fateful night him and Nabi met and apparently fireworks went off
They've been together for three months
Joanne told me that Nabi said she's in love with Jongho
Jongho said the same thing about her to me
Which I'm all for
He can have her
And apparently he's the one to reign her in and tie her down, without even trying
As long as they're happy and Nabi stays away from me I'm good
Wooyoung is still up to his same ways, not wanting to be tied down for now
Whatever, guess when he finds the right girl he will
I'm just relieved it's not my girl
"Ok well I'm gonna go find a girl", Wooyoung says as he starts wandering off
"Let's dance", Seonghwa says to Hongjoong
Hongjoong groans, "C'mon babe, do we have to?"
"Yes we do. You own me at least once dance", Seonghwa pouts
"Oh God fine", Hongjoong says
Seonghwa smiles, kissing Hongjoong's cheek then dragging him up, pulling him to the dance floor while Hongjoong sulks
They are such a funny couple
Hongjoong is introvert while Seonghwa is a huge extrovert
But they balance each other out
"I'm getting a drink", Mingi says, then looks at Yunho, "Want one jagi?"
Yunho nods, "I'll go with you"
Yeosang looks at his phone, "My girl's here. I'll see you guys later"
He gets off and heads to wherever
Which leaves me and my naekkeo with the kissing couple
"Dance naekkeo?", I ask
She smirks, "You know it"
I take her hand as she gets up
This is the only reason why we go to the club
To dance together
Even though we do it at home too, it's fun here too
Especially with all the jealous looks we get
Yeah we're a hot couple
I lead her to the dance floor and find a spot in the middle
"Sexy dance time?", she asks, giggling
I nod, "Yup baby. Grind all over me"
Her arms go around my neck, her body against mine, moving on me as she laughs louder, "How long before it gets too much and we have to bail to fuck?"
"Hmm...I dunno"
"An hour?", she guesses
I scoff, "Please. More like half an hour"
She laughs again, "There gonna be so mad at us for leaving early again"
I shrug, "Well we can fuck in the car, the comeback?"
"Again?", she teases
I raise my eyebrow, "Or we can fuck in the bathroom"
She pretends to think, "I think that's a better option. We only did that once"
My god, she's already getting me antsy
Public sex is a kink for me and always she plays right into it
"Ok naekkeo, bathroom sex it is"
"Great", she grins, "Now grind that dick into me"
"Yes ma'am", I answer, falling into her as we dance
I hold on to her as I revel in the feeling of her arms around my neck, her body close to mine, moving with the beat of the music
She grinds against my hard dick perfectly, making me so glad I taught her how to dance this way
Her beautiful eyes are on mine, a soft smile on her face
And I'm having an amazing time
Wooyoung begged me to come to the club with him
I've slacked on coming because I just don't feel like it
I was supposed to hang out with her anyway and when Wooyoung begged me, I asked her to come too
She reluctantly agreed, calling Nabi to come too
As soon as we got here though, I remembered dancing with her and fuck, I wanted to again
I looked over at her, held my hand out to her and she took it
We left Wooyoung and Nabi and have been dancing together ever since
I have no clue where Wooyoung is
And I don't care
I'm having a blast with my best friend
I spin her around, pulling her back against me, her ass against my dick
"Sannie", she says nervously, "I don't know how to-"
"Yes you do", I murmur in her ear, my arm wrapped tightly around her waist, "You can do it Jo. Just move with me ok?"
She nods, following my movements and very quickly she gets into the music
She's a quick learner
After a few minutes, she leans back against me, her head slightly tilted on my shoulder
I move my head down, leaning against hers, feeling her rub along my cock, making me harder
Looking down, I stare down into her dress, her cleavage right in my face
And I get turned on even more
As it is, I'm barely holding myself back, wanting to just kiss her and take her somewhere to fuck her brains out
Instead, I hold it in, my eyes glued to her pretty boobs
She normally doesn't wear dresses this revealing aside for the dress I gave her
I didn't even know she owned one like this
Black, low cut, lacy
Molded perfectly to her body
When I asked where she got it from, she said she was shopping one day and she saw it
She tried it on, liked it and bought it
And while I was shocked at how beautiful she is, in the back of my mind, I'm wondering if she wore this dress for Wooyoung
After we slept together the second time, she never said anything else about Wooyoung
I didn't think about it either
The last two months we were able to control ourselves and we haven't slept together again
Although I would definitely do it if she wanted
And since we haven't, I'm wondering if her attention went back to Wooyoung and she didn't tell me
It'll drive me crazy if I think about it and I just push it out of my head
She's dancing with me right now
Not Wooyoung
I watch a few drops of sweat roll down between her boobs, that sight making me groan
"You ok Sannie?", she asks softly
"Yeah", I murmur, the scent of her skin now grabbing my attention
She smells so fucking good and I can't help it, I press my lips to her neck in a kiss
"Sannie", she whimpers, leaning into my lips
My name in her voice awakens something in me and I press more kisses to her neck
My hand has a mind of it's own, sliding up her leg, pushing the skirt of her dress up, shamelessly touching her
I stop before I pull it all the way up although it's so fucking difficult
Instead I move my hand slowly up her body, over her dress until I get to her boob
Then I just grab a handful and squeeze, her small gasp making me smile
Her arm moves around my neck, holding me and my lips to her skin
It's fine, I don't have an issue with kissing her
After kissing her pretty neck a few more times, she slowly pulls her head back more, separating from me, her brown eyes meeting mine
And I fall into them
Her fingers move into my hair, gripping gently, her face moving closer to mine
It's like there's no one else here, just me and her
"San, Jo, there you are!", a voice yells, breaking the spell between her and I
We both look at who is calling us, Wooyoung and Nabi in front of us
When the hell did they get here?
"We were looking everywhere for you two", Nabi explains, "I never pegged Jo for the dancing type. I don't think I ever saw her dance before"
Uh huh, yeah
Why are they interrupting us exactly?
"So uh...do you need something?", she asks, "Do you guys wanna go?"
They can go, she and I can stay and keep dancing
"Oh no", Wooyoung says, "The night is still young"
"Yeah, we just wanted to hang with you guys", Nabi says
It's so hard to hear them and I can't believe they're trying to have a full blown conversation in the middle of the dance floor
"Uh ok", she answers, "We're....uh ..dancing"
Nabi nods, "Yeah I can see. We wanna cut in"
'No, absolutely not', I think as my arm tightens around her waist
"What?", she asks
"I wanna dance with San and Wooyoung wants to dance with you", Nabi clarifies, "You guys look like you're having a lot of fun and we're jealous"
She stiffens in my arms, making me think that she doesn't want to dance with Wooyoung either
"So c'mon Jo, what do you say?", Wooyoung says, smiling at her
No
Now they're jealous?
Not when we tried to make them or when we tried to get their attention
Not when they were ignoring us
But now, when it's me and her, in our own world, now they're jealous?
Fuck off
"I uh....I...", she stammers
"Naekkeo", I whisper in her ear, wanting to tell her to stay with me
"C'mon San", Nabi says, before I can talk to Joanne, taking my free hand and pulling me towards her, "Let's dance"
I'm fighting the strong urge to push Nabi off me while wanting to keep a hold on Joanne
Wooyoung offers his hand to her and she hesitates, glancing at me for a moment before taking his hand
Fuck
Ok, it's fine, it's only one dance
I let her go and watch Wooyoung lead her away into the crowd, anger burning hot inside my body
"San", Nabi whines, turning my body to fully face her
Just one dance
Then I'm getting her back
J~
Wooyoung takes my hand, getting to a spot on the dance floor
A spot away from San
He moves closer to me, his arm moving around me
It should feel amazing, I should be so excited, I've waited for Wooyoung for a long time
But I feel nothing
I tentatively move my arms around his neck, keeping some space between us
We start moving to the music but somehow it doesn't feel like it normally does
It doesn't feel fun, doesn't feel good or exciting like it does when I dance with San
San~
Nabi is all over me, her arms around my neck, her body pushed against mine, no space between us
Like she's a freaking koala
When I look down I can see her tits against me, pushed up because of how she is practically on top of me
And I look away, not wanting to see that
She's grinding against me, practically fucking me on the dance floor
It's everything I wanted
Only I don't
It doesn't feel like I thought it would
Like I expected it would
And right now all I want is Nabi off me
I glance up, looking for her, spotting her and Wooyoung dancing
White hot jealousy hits me when I see her arms around his neck, his arm around her waist
Pulling her closer to him
Against him
And I have to look away before I do something drastic
J~
Wooyoung keeps pulling me against him every time I try to keep some space between us
I know he wants me to grind on him....but I can't
I used to want to, so much, but now...
I just want some space between us
His hand slips down to my ass, grabbing it
I immediately reach down and move his hand back up to the small of my back
It just....feels wrong
"Sorry", he smiles sheepishly
"It's ok", I answer, smiling tightly, "I uh..I just don't-"
He shakes his head, "It's ok. You don't like it. Not a big deal"
I just nod, whispering a thanks
As we dance, I look around the dance floor and I spot them
San and Nabi
My heart drops to the floor
Nabi is all over San, her hand against the bare skin of his chest that's peeking out from his button down, practically humping him
And he looks like he's having a great time, staring down at her
Nabi grabs his hand that's around her waist and moves it directly onto her ass
I snap my head back to Wooyoung, not wanting to see if he squeezed or if he still has his hand on her
"Hey, you ok?", Wooyoung asks
I force a smile to my face as I look up at him and lie
"Yeah, I'm good"
He nods, smiling, his hand tucking hair behind my ear
Just like San did
But it doesn't feel the same
It doesn't have an impact on me like when San did it
I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Wooyoung tilts my head slightly back
My eyes meet his, knowing what's going to happen
And I panic
Should I kiss him?
Do I want to?
I should, to see what it feels like
Right?
I used to want him so much, just thinking of kissing him got me so giddy
I shouldn't be unsure
He leans down so close to me, his lips hovering close to mine
All I can think about is San
And everything clicks into place
Right as Wooyoung is about to kiss me, I move my head back
"I can't. I'm sorry", I say, dropping my arms from around his neck, moving out of his arms
"Jo-"
"No, I can't. I just...I can't", I panic
I need to get off this dance floor
I need to breathe
I need a drink
Now
"Jo, it's ok", Wooyoung is saying, but his voice sounds so far away
"I'm sorry, I can't. I have...I have to", I trail off, turning and practically running off the dance floor
I can't fucking believe this
How did this happen?
How?
I've never seen him like this before, so why now?
But it all makes sense
Why I think about him all the time
Why I want him all the time
Why I'm so jealous that he's dancing with Nabi
I'm in love with him
With my best friend
With San
Oh my god, this is never going to work
He wants Nabi, he's always wanted her
And I just screwed myself over
I need a fucking shot
San~
Nabi puts my hand on her ass and I immediately recoil
My hand is instantly off her and I feel so guilty
I feel like I'm cheating on my best friend
And it suddenly hits me why I feel like that
Holy shit
But the more I think about it the more I know it's true
And the more I want Nabi off me
I snap out of my thoughts, realizing Nabi is trying to pull my head down to her
To kiss me
No
Absolutely not
I can't kiss her
I can't stand to have her on me anyone
Reaching up, I pull her arms off my neck
"No", I say clearly, stepping away from her
"What?", she asks, confused
"I'm sorry. This isn't going to work", I tell her, "I don't want to kiss you"
"Are you serious?", she screeches
"Yes, I'm serious", I say, then walk away from her before she can say anything else
I don't have time for Nabi
As I walk off the dance floor, I scan everyone around me, looking for her
I see her at the bar, throwing her head back as she takes a shot
I beeline straight for her, nothing stopping me from getting to her
She puts the glass down as soon as I get behind her
"Naekkeo", I say, turning her around to face me
She looks up at me in surprise and I don't think
I pull her to me and just kiss her
Her body melts against mine, her arms immediately around my neck, kissing me back with so much fire and passion, matching mine
Moving my arm around her, I hold her tightly, my other hand buried in her hair, kissing her desperately
"I love you", I whisper to her when the kiss ends
"I love you Sannie", she answers, shocking me to my core
I thought it was just me who felt anything
And I just had to tell her, I couldn't stand her thinking I wanted Nabi instead of her
But I'm so shocked and overjoyed she loves me too
"You're mine", I tell her
She nods, "All yours"
"You're never dancing with anyone ever again. Only me", I inform her
She nods again, "Yeah. You're not dancing with anyone ever again either. You're mine"
"All yours naekkeo", I repeat, assuring her, "Just yours"
"My Sannie"
"My naekkeo"
She smiles brightly before her lips are on mine again, kissing me so sweetly
I fall into her kiss, never wanting her lips off mine again
The kiss gets heated and I want her so much
"Wanna go?", she murmurs between kisses
"Let go", I answer excitedly
She smirks, that one look turning me on
I need her now
I grab her hand and lead her towards the exit
Right before we get to the door, Wooyoung and Nabi move in front of us
"Where are you guys going?", Nabi whines annoyingly
God, I can't believe I thought she was hot
"We're leaving", I answer
"Bro, it's like nine. You're going this early?", Wooyoung exclaims
"Yeah"
"But San, I wanna dance with you. You just ran away", Nabi whines some more
Is she for real?
Does she think complaining is going to get me to do anything she wants?
"No thank you", I tell her, antsy to leave
"I don't get it San", Nabi snaps, "Wooyoung told me you like me. For a long time"
I raise my eyebrow at Wooyoung
He shrugs, "She told me Jo likes me for a long time too. She told me first and I felt like I kinda owed her"
"So what is this then?", I ask, angrily and frankly insulted, "You both only want to be near us after you found out we had feelings for you? Is this supposed to be a pity gesture?"
"Nah man", Wooyoung shakes his head, "I just...I really didn't notice Jo that way. Not until after Nabi told me about her feelings"
I can't fucking believe this
He needs to know her feelings to notice her?
He fucks anything that walks!
Based on that he should of fucked her the first time I introduced them
"And I didn't really think about San that much", Nabi says, her eyes slowly moving up and down my body, making me feel so grossed out, "Until now"
"Keep your fucking eyes off my boyfriend or else", Joanne growls, surprising me and unexpectedly turning me on at the same time
I like her protection
"Your boyfriend?", Nabi asks, her eyes raised
I nod, "Yeah, her boyfriend"
"When the hell did this happen?", Nabi demands
"It happened a few minutes ago", I answer, "And to clarify, I don't have any feelings for you since I fell in love"
"With who? Her?", Nabi asks incredulously
"Yeah with her. See, we both got tired of trying to get you two to notice us. That day at the club when you blatantly left me standing at the bar to go flirt with another guy and when Wooyoung didn't even notice Joanne in her sexy lace dress, we decided to dance and have fun before we left you guys to your perspective fuck buddy. That's when it started", I answer, "So we really have you two to thank. If you didn't ignore us then we wouldn't have gotten together"
"But...but...", Nabi splutters, "I like you San. After Wooyoung told me...I-"
"You're too late", I cut her off, "I'm not a toy for you today decide when you want to play with me. Neither is she. I love her, I'm with her and that's not going to change. Ever"
"But-"
"You had your shot", Joanne growls, "You had your chance with him but you didn't take it. You left him to chase another guy. Now he's mine and you're going to back the fuck off"
I just smile to myself at her fire
She's amazing
"This is bullshit!", Nabi scowls
"Oh let it go", Wooyoung says, rolling his eyes, "They're together. We missed our shot. Whinnying about it is not going to change anything"
Nabi pouts at him and I'm so done
"We're leaving", I say again, "You guys stay. Have fun"
"Yeah ok", Wooyoung says while Nabi stays silent
Awkward for the win
"Ok bye", I say, moving around them and pulling her behind me, my thoughts now on getting home quickly
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San POV
Her fingers grab the sides of my button down and pull it apart hard as she kisses me, my tongue playing with hers
The sound of buttons flying around the room is a massive turn on and I immediately get it why girls like when guys rip things off them
Boy do I get it now
"I'll buy you a new shirt", she murmurs against my lips
She shoves the shirt off me, her hands around me, her palms flat on my back
I pull her into my lap, her skin feeling so soft against me
She's already naked because I ripped the dress off her as soon as my front door was opened, promising to buy her a new one
Her hands glide from my back to my chest, sending zaps of electricity up my spine
She breaks the kiss, shoving me down, a smirk on her face
"Since you're my boyfriend now, I can tell you that you are fucking hot"
I knew she thought that when she opened my shirt at the bar but it's so good to hear
"This", she murmurs, her fingers running so slowly down my chest to my stomach, "Is mine. All of you is mine"
I nod, "All yours"
"My beautiful Sannie", she tells me, which blows my mind
Hot yeah, sexy yeah but beautiful?
"You are Sannie", she assures me, smiling at me
"Thanks naekkeo", I whisper, my cheeks on fire
"I love you"
"I love you", I say
She leans over, kissing me softly and I can feel her love in it, making me so happy
Her lips move to my jaw, kissing along it, feeling so good
She slides down to my neck, her kisses there making me shiver and moan softly
Her lips move down to my chest, her pretty tongue licking my skin after the kiss, her lips sending heat and fire throughout my entire body
Every atom comes alive wherever her lips land
She spreads her kisses all over my chest slowly, her fingers softly touching me at the same time
I don't know how to explain the feeling of when she touches me
It's like she causes a need inside me that just wants her, her touch
I need her to touch me and never stop
Now she goes down to my stomach and abs, the kisses there so light and a bit tickly
I watch her lavish kisses on me, her tongue tracing the dips of skin that separate my abs
I've never been kissed like this and I fucking love it
As she continues, her hands are undoing my belt, getting my pants open
I lift myself up so she can pull them and my boxers down
She gets all my bottom clothes off me, then her lips are on my cock, kissing along my length
I groan in pleasure, anticipating what's next
She kisses my head, then licks along my cock, starting from the base up, a few times
Her hand wraps around my dick and I watch her tongue move over my slit, licking up my leaking cum
"Mmmm Sannie", she murmurs, her eyes moving to mine, "So yummy Sannie"
My heart beats triple time, realizing she likes how I taste
She sucks on my head once, her tongue swirling, "Gonna give me more?"
I nod rapidly, like a bobble head doll
"Gonna give me all your cum?", she says between sucks on my head, "Fill my throat with it and make me swallow it?"
"Yes!", I exclaim, so turned on
"Good boy", she praises
Then her mouth is around my head sucking rapidly, her tongue on the underside and pleasure washes over my entire body
She takes more of me every few sucks, her hand stroking me at the same time
It feels amazing, her mouth so fucking good
She watches me watching her, her mouth getting fuller and fuller with my cock every few seconds
I hit the back of her throat and she chokes slightly, tears brimming to her eyes
"Baby", I choke out, not wanting to hurt her
She continues to push down on my length, my cock slipping down into her tight throat
She swallows, her throat constricting around my cock and alighting every nerve with pleasure
"Ffff....uuuuu...ck", I moan
She moves her head back, sliding up to my head then she moves back down this time taking my entire dick in her mouth
My mouth drops watching her suck and swallow on me, the pleasure increasing
Her eyes meet mine and she smirks around my cock, it so fucking hot
She moves her head, bobbing up and down, taking my entire cock in her throat each time
I watch the erotic sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth over and over, the wet sound of the blow job mixed with her moans of pleasure so fucking pornographic
"Like sucking my cock naekkeo?", I ask, my hand moving into her hair
She nods as she slips to my base, sucking rapidly, bliss coursing in my veins
"You're so good at it", I murmur
She nods
Tears are streaming down her face, there's spit everywhere and I haven't had this much pleasure from a blowjob before
Most girls can't deepthroat
She can and I'm amazed
Her tongue is on the underside of my dick, feeling so good as she slides up and down
Each bob brings me closer, watching her enjoy sucking on me such a turn on
She goes at it, working my cock so fucking well, sucking when she gets it all back in her mouth
I'm not lasting much longer
She bobs once, twice and I'm done
Intense pleasure tidal waves into me as I hold her down on my cock, coming in her throat
She swallows over and over, getting tighter around my dick as I cum, upping the pleasure
"Yes Joanne, fuck naekkeo", I cry, lifting my hips and burying into her mouth as much as I can, "Good girl. Swallow all of it naekkeo"
I let go of her hair as the pleasure leaves, sinking down into the bed
She moves off me, swallowing a few times, then I feel her tongue licking along my slit
"You're leaking", she says when I look at her, "Want it all"
"Fuck baby", I groan
"So yummy Sannie", she says, licking her lips
My god, my girlfriend is the hottest girl on the planet
"Come here", I demand
She smirks, moving next to me
I grab her and pull her over my face, making her hover above me
Without wasting any time I pull her down as I lift my head burying my tongue in her pussy
Her sweet taste hits me again and I moan
I fucking missed this so much
Missed her taste, missed her moans, missed how soft her cunt feels against my mouth, missed how she drenches my face
I love everything about eating her out
"Sannie", she whimpers, leaning against the headboard
"Mmm naekkeo", I groan, sliding my tongue up and down, "Missed how good you taste"
"Fuck", she groans, her body shaking on top of me, each lick making her wetter, drowning me
I swirl my tongue around her hole a few times teasing her until I can't take it anymore and dive my tongue into her pretty cunt
She squeezes my tongue hard, calling my name, pleasure shivering down my spine right to my hardening cock
All that pleasure from one pussy clench on my tongue
God, the things she does to me
This would never happen with any other girl
Just with her
My girl
Pulling my tongue out, I move again, spearing into her sloppy cunt, reveling in the clenches she does every time
My fingers dig into her thighs as I tongue fuck her, her legs shaking around my head, her moans and whimpers so fucking pretty, I can listen to them forever
She's so wet, her cream flooding into my mouth every time I fuck into her and I happily swallow all of it
"Fuck Sannie", she cries, her hand moving down into my hair, holding on tightly
She tugs and shivers run down my spine
Another thing I never knew I liked
Hair pulling
God, it gets me feral, my tongue moving faster
"So good Sannie. Fuck, your tongue baby"
"Good naekkeo?", I ask, now sliding my tongue out of her throbbing hole and flicking her swollen pulsing clit
"The best!", she shouts, her body arching from that one lick
I lavish her clit with long licks, over and over, starting with the flat of my tongue and ending with the tip against her, licking rapidly
Her pussy squirts a bit, it falling all over my neck and chest
And I just grin into her cunt
I love that she can squirt
It's so hot and fuck, it riles me up
"Fuck naekkeo", I groan, "Promise me I can eat your cunt everyday"
"Mmm", she murmurs
I lightly slap her thigh, her eyes snapping down to mine
"Promise me", I growl, "I need it everyday. Promise you won't take your pussy away again"
She nods rapidly, surprise in her eye, "I promise baby"
"Good girl", I praise her, then wrap my mouth around her clit and sucking harshly
"Ffff...fff..", she whimpers, her eyes closing
I watch her as I slurp around her clit, the sight of her in pleasure so fucking stunning
Some girls look....not so great during sex
Not her
She's even more gorgeous than she already is
Her legs and body shake the closer she gets, her hands gripping the headboard so hard her fingers are white, moans spilling from her pretty throat
Oh yeah, I can watch this every day
"Sannie....Sannie", she whines
I smirk, the next suck throwing her into her orgasm
I quickly slide my tongue down into her coming pussy, my fingers automatically rubbing her clit as I watch her cum
I don't take my eyes off her as her pussy spasms around my tongue, her delicious cream soaking it and my mouth
I swallow mouthful after mouthful of my favorite thing to eat, groaning into her pussy, my cock fully hard and aching
My fingers slow down as her orgasm ends, stopping when she slumps against the headboard
Then I pull my tongue out and clean her cunt up, not wasting even a single micrometer of her cream
I want it all
When I finish, she moves back, sitting on my stomach, breathing hard, sweat all over her body, soaking her hair
Her gorgeous brown eyes meet mine, her hand cupping my cheek
She leans down and kisses me, stars bursting in my eyes
God, I hope that never stops happening
I hope her kisses make me feel this way even when we're old and wrinkly
Somehow I know they will
When we pull away, she sits up, smirking, her hands touching all over my chest
"So sexy Sannie. Didn't know your muscles would turn me as much as they do"
I smirk back, raising my eyebrow, "You don't like muscles?"
I know for a fact she does
She's gushed about her past boyfriends who had abs and muscles to me before
"I do baby", she says softly, her eyes flitting from my chest to me, "But I'm going to tell you what I told past boyfriends baby"
"What's that?", I ask curious
"I don't care if you have muscles or not Sannie. They're not a deal breaker for me. I want you to have muscles and abs because you want them. Not for me", she explains, "I can live without them. I did with other boyfriends and I didn't love them. I love you San and I'll love you with and without muscles baby. It's you I love not muscles"
My mouth drops in awe, it taking a few seconds for my brain to process her words
This is....unusual
Lots of girls I dated told me point blank that they love muscular guys and I need to keep my muscles
They said without them, they'd be turned off
And here she is, telling me that she doesn't care if I have them or not
She'll still love me
My god, I've been dating the wrong girls my whole life
"Ok baby?", she prompts
I nod, "Ok naekkeo"
"But while you have them, I'm going to have fun with them"
"Have it baby", I grin, so fucking in love with this girl, "But while you do, I'm gonna need you to sit lower"
She giggles, "Lower where baby?"
"Hmmm", I pretend to think, "On my cock"
She burst out laughing, "Oh yeah? There?"
I nod, "Yeah naekkeo. My cock hurts and only your pussy will make it feel better"
She smiles, "Only mine"
"Only yours"
She leans down, kissing my cheek, fire flooding to that one spot
"Well I don't want my baby to hurt", she coos
I watch her move back, down my body just a little, until she's hovering over my dick
Her fingers curl around my length, guiding me to her entrance, as she smiles softly at me
And then, with exquisite slowness, she sinks down onto me, inch by inch
A groan escapes me as pleasure crashes through my body
She is impossibly tight, her cunt enveloping me in a way that makes my brain go blank
My fingers dig into her hips as she takes me deeper, her breath coming in soft gasps, my dick spreading her open just for me
The way she moans my name sends a shiver down my spine
I've never loved hearing my name more
"Sannie. Yes Sannie"
"Fuck naekkeo", I groan, watching her slide down
Almost
She's almost down, just a little more
I help her, pushing her down gently, until I bottom out, her cunt surrounding my cock perfectly
She's drenched, her body responding to me as she adjusts, her muscles clenching around me
I fight for control, the sheer intensity of being inside her makes it almost impossible
"Mmm Sannie", she sighs, like she's happy I'm inside her
Her hips immediately move, grinding on me, her spot rubbing against my head, pleasure slowly seeping in
"Mmm Jo. So good baby", I whimper
She's not even bouncing on me yet and I'm in so much bliss already
"So good Sannie"
She leans forward, her hands on my chest, her hips sliding her cunt up my cock
I glance down, moaning at the sight of my cock already slick with her cream
Yeah she wants me just as much as I want her
She bounce down so slowly, letting me feel every inch of her pussy spread for me, feeling every inch of my cock, clenching around me constantly as she goes down
She bottoms me out, her hips moving in a circle, a small cry coming from her as my cock brushes her spot
She continues to bounce this way, slowly, agonizingly slow, again and again
I've never been ridden slowly before and fuck do I fucking like it
I can feel everything more, every squeeze, every part of her opening, every drop of cream coating my cock
God, she's mesmerizing
"You belong here", I murmur, watching her move on me, "You belong on my cock"
Her eyes meet mine, her sweaty hair around her face and she looks so fucking stunning as she nods
"You were made for me", I say softly, realizing that it's true
I had everything I could ever want in a girl and more in her
She was right in my face the whole time
And I stupidly didn't see her
Overlooked her
I could have had her, had a loving relationship all along
I have to make up for that, for being so blind
And I will
"You were made for me Sannie", she murmurs
I nod, "I was. Just for you. I belong inside you"
We fit perfectly together, something I noticed since the first time we slept together
We were made for each other. We belong to each other
"You do baby", she agrees, "I love you Sannie"
My heart swells with love, ready to burst out of my chest, "I love you Jo. So much naekkeo"
"So much Sannie", she echos, making me ecstatic
She sits up more, her hands sliding to my abs, still bouncing slow
This time as she comes down, I gently thrust up, wanting to be buried inside her quicker
"Fuck Sannie"
Fuck is right
So fucking blissfully
I continue to thrust gently up into her as she comes down, going deeper, her cunt strangling my cock with every hit to her spot
Her head tilts back, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip as she moves on me, in so much bliss
I watch the sweat droplets on her body fall down her skin in between her boobs, sliding all the way down to her pussy
Which is creaming me so much and leaving a ring of cream around my cock that I love seeing
My god, she's ethereal
Her pussy throbs harder and I know she's close
Watching her, I listen to her soft moans mixing with the low rhythmic sound of her pussy squelching around my dick with each move
Sounds so pretty
The next meeting of our bodies has her shaking uncontrollably on top of me as she climaxes, her soft calls of my name driving me insane
I feel her flood my cock more, her pussy smothering my cock, gripping so hard, her hips grinding on my dick as she rides it out
"Yes baby", I murmur, the pleasure so astounding I have to consciously push my orgasm back because we're so not done yet, "You feel so good Jo. So fucking good"
"San", she whimpers, her hips slowing as her orgasm tapers off
As soon as she's done, I pull her on top of me and roll us over, getting on top of her, my cock still buried to the hilt inside her
I crash my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, never wanting my lips off hers
I need to kiss her
Especially during sex
I don't know what it is but I need her kisses
We didn't kiss while she rode me because she was sitting up but I'm going to make up for that now
Her arms move around my neck as she kisses me back, her legs wrapping around my waist
Laying on top of her, skin against skin, our sweat mixing together, I move, slowly pulling out, feeling her pussy desperately tug on my dick to keep me inside
Pushing back in slow, I moan into her mouth as her pussy welcome me back, clenching the entire time I go back in
Bottoming out, I grind into her spot, her pussy gushing out squirt
Yes fuck
I move again and again, keeping the slow pace, making love to my girl
I know she was doing that to me when she rode me and fuck I want to do it too
Show her how much I love her
After a few more thrusts, her hips move, rising and meeting me when I go back inside her
Like I did for her
I move my hand down, gripping her ass as we move together, my other arm wrapping around her, keeping her against me
And all the while we still kiss
Her fingers thread in my hair, her tongue playing with mine, our bodies one together
I can't tell where she starts and I end and my god, I love that
I never felt this way before
Hell, I never made love to anyone before
Only to my naekkeo
Our constant movements bring me so close and I know she is by the way she's throbbing
Just a few more thrusts and we both fall over the edge together
Ecstacy pounds into my body as I cum, her coming pussy squeezing and milking my cock so fucking blissfully
"I love you Sannie", she cries between kisses, making the euphoria feel even better
"I love you Jo", I tell her, my mind blanking from how amazing everything feels
Another first for me
I don't get fucked dumb but she does it to me easily
And I'll willingly give in anytime
We grind against each other, the pleasure lasting longer than it normally would
Our bodies slow down on their own as the pleasure fades
I slip next to her, her body turning to me, both of us clinging to each other, kissing like we'll never stop
