Heaven is in my stare
pairing: best friend!san x f. reader
genre: f2l, smut 18+
summary: Jongho throws the bash of the year. Unfortunately, you miss most of it due to being stuck in the wine cellar with San.
wc: 2.2k
warnings: stuck in a wine cellar, alcohol use/mention, rich!jongho, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread
Labor Day weekend was the weekend.
Jongho held his annual (almost) end of summer bash in his huge mansion.
During the day, it would be a family friendly pool party with d'oeuvres, flutes of champagne, and his parents schmoozing the neighbors for donations to their foundation.
At night, Jongho threw a wild rager. Friends and friends of friends stopped by. It was a party that ended in the early hours of the morning because even the local police officers stopped by to hang out.
However, you and Jongho had a stellar group of friends. The nine of you had been friends since freshman year of high school and now in your adulthood, you were proud to call them your best friends, especially San.
If you were honest, you’d admit you fell for him the first time you met him when Mingi had brought him to a group hang out only to end up wrestling with San until someone dislocated a shoulder.
Boys.
You’d love to say you were mature, above their childish antics, but you would get caught up in challenges, bets, whatever the case. You spent many nights sneaking out of your bedroom to meet up with San. Sometimes you’d lie on the grass and stargaze together, imagining what your futures would hold. Other times San would come to your window, when he’d fight with his parents over one thing or another.
The two of you were close. Some would say too close but you never cared.
San was the first boy you ever kissed. It was a dare from Wooyoung when Mingi and Yeosang had snuck a bottle of shitty vodka from their parents’ friends.
Now, years later you’re left pining as Yunho talks about this new girl he’s been dating. You hum every now and then, feigning interest until Seonghwa interrupts mid conversation.
“Sorry Yunho, the gracious host,” Seonghwa rolls his eyes as he spots Jongho, who flips him off. “Has requested an alcohol and beer run.”
Yunho sighed, “You’d think he’d learn by now to always buy more. The parties grow larger every year.”
Seonghwa shrugs. “He’s got the good shit in the wine cellar but that’s for special occasions.”
You laugh as Seonghwa mocks Jongho’s tone.
“Hey, that’s only because you used the Chateau Margaux ‘82 he gifted you for sangria,” you remind Seonghwa.
“I needed a red wine,” Seonghwa huffs, and Yunho sighs heavily.
“Can we go? The faster we go and get back, the faster I can go home.”
“Party pooper,” you grumble as Yunho leads Seonghwa through the impromptu dance floor.
Left alone, you head to Hongjoong. He’s easy to spot with his electric blue hair.
“Sup?” He asks when you approach. You shrug, too sober to be surrounded by so many strangers.
“Seonghwa took Yunho on a beer run. Jongho is playing host, Wooyoung challenged Yeosang to a dance battle, and I think that’s Mingi heading upstairs with his girlfriend,” you grin.
“So I’m babysitting?” Hongjoong smirks and squeals when you pinch his side.
“Shut up,” you mumble.
“Why aren’t you with San. You two are always glued at the hip,” Hongjoong says as he sips his drink. He’d gotten a bottle of Jongho’s good brandy before he locked everything up.
“We aren’t always together,” you argue, but Hongjoong gives you a pointed look.
“You live together,” Hongjoong states, deadpanned.
“Because he’s scared of the dark!”
Hongjoong chuckles.
“Just find him before Jongho does. His parents were on his case about settling down again, and he’s got a hair-trigger tonight. Last I heard, San was going to go to the wine cellar to get some of the good shit. Check on him, please?”
You groan. “I’m not his babysitter.”
Hongjoong nods, acknowledging you. “I know, but I just met this girl, and fuck, she’s giving me ‘fuck-me eyes’, so will you go?”
“You owe me,” You mutter as you turn to head to the wine cellar.
“I’ll name my firstborn after you!” Hongjoong calls as you retreat.
You step into the kitchen and head past the hallway that leads upstairs to the door just under the stairs. You open it, and let it shut behind you.
The light in the wine cellar is already on.
“San?!” You call as your footsteps make the wooden stairs creak.
San shouts your name. “Oh, thank fuck! Don’t close the do-”
He shuts up when he notes the door closed behind you.
“No!” He exclaims, startling you.
You look behind you, and the door is shut and the handle is missing.
“Are we fucking stuck here?”
“Yes,” San sighs as he sits on a crate of Jongho’s expensive liquor.
“Fuck,” You sigh as you sit at the end of the stairs. “Did you pull the alarm?”
San gives you an annoyed look, and you shut your trap.
“My bad,” You grumble as you stand to look around the cellar. There’s a broken alarm box, no windows, and a tiny half bathroom in the corner.
“Try your phone?” San pleads as he shows you that his phone is still searching for service.
“Yeah, good idea. Maybe Jongho or Hongjoong will come find us,” You say as you take your phone out of your pocket. You start to type a text, and your phone dies.
San groans. “Fuck.”
“How long have you been down here?” You ask as you sit on top of a crate beside him.
“Two hours. I was coming out of the bathroom when I heard the door open. The damn handle fell off, and the door locked immediately. I just wanted some of the good shit.”
“Hongjoong knows I came down here. It’s only a matter of time before they get us,” You assure San, your hand lacing with his. “I promise.”
San nods.
He reaches for a hundred-thousand-dollar bottle of wine and opens it.
You nearly choke on your spit.
“San!”
“What?” he asks while raising the bottle to his lips. “It’s the least Jongho can do for not keeping up with maintenance for this place.”
You nod as he hands you the bottle of wine.
“It’s so boring,” you whine as you hear the bass thumping just a floor above you. Just minutes ago, it had been you in the middle of the dancefloor, forgetting your woes of unrequited love as a stranger’s hands gripped your hips, kissed your neck, and touched your breasts. Lost in complete oblivion, alcohol in your veins, lust in your mind.
You take a long swig.
“What if we don’t make it out?” You ask as you hand the bottle back to San.
San’s dark gaze meets yours. His fingers brush against yours as he takes the bottle, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen your best friend so serious.
“Then I confess and make you mine,” He states simply before he brings the wine bottle to his lips and drinks.
“W-what?” You stutter as your heart pounds against your ribs, sweat beads at your brow as you focus on your best friend.
“You heard me, love,” San states simply. His gaze doesn’t falter, unlike yours.
San hands you the bottle; his hand brushes yours.
Heaven is in his stare, and you’re about to find out what it means to be loved by San.
One more moment of hesitation is all you allow yourself to hold before your lips press to his. The expensive wine bottle smashes onto the concrete floor as you cup San’s face with your hands. He returns your kiss, deepening it when his tongue meets yours, and a moan of your name sets you aflame.
“I love you. You are my beginning, my end,” San confesses as he lays you on the floor. His shirt acts as a barrier between your back and the cold concrete beneath you.
“Is this a joke?” You ask softly, unsure if your friendship could survive a prank like this.
“Never. I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you,” San admits, and your heart flutters in response as he kisses you again. He slots between your legs, your needy hands touching his broad shoulders and trim waist.
“But why now?” You ask as he locks eyes with you.
“Because I came down here to hide, and you still found me.”
“San.”
“Sh, not another word. I don’t care if we’re stuck forever. There’s nobody else I’d rather be with,” San admits as he kisses you again. His lips are heaven on yours as you grip his leather belt. He groans when your fingers brush his confined erection.
“Please,” he begs, his forehead pressed to yours as you see stars.
“No need to beg, baby. I’ll give what you need… and so much more,” you promise, sealing it with a kiss as you roll on top of him.
San grabs your hips, moaning your name as you grind on him. He could easily take over, pin you under his broad, muscular body. Thick thighs like logs, abs that you’d trace with your tongue, and biceps that you’ve fantasized about squishing your head until it pops…
Wait, what?
Your dress flies over your head, followed by your bra. You kiss San as you grind on him, panties completely soaked as you feel the imprint of his huge cock pressing against your clit with each roll of his hips against yours.
“I love you,” you breathe as you meet his gaze. San cups your face, his lips meeting yours as he kisses you deeply, full of love and adoration, until he rips your panties off your body.
Your hands are needy as you feel every inch of his taut body. You undo his pants, yanking them down along with his black boxer briefs.
San groans as you wrap your hand around his thickness. Your mouth watered at the sight. You lick your lips as you hold his gaze.
Slowly, you lean close. Your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue teasing his slit as you set a slow, teasing pace that makes him believe in heaven and hell when you take him down your throat.
San grabs a handful of your hair.
Your name is tainted on his lips as he holds you to his pelvis. You swallow around him, gaze hooded as you slurp, hand fondling his balls until he screams your name.
San has to pull you off his dick by your hair, and you reach for him. Pre-cum, and saliva smeared on your lips and cheeks as you try to take him in your mouth once more.
“Give me, please.”
“I’ll cum down your throat,” San warns.
“I don’t care.”
San curses as he kisses you, tugging you onto his lap. Your thighs meet the sides of his hips as you feel him line himself up at your entrance. You sink onto him and he bellows louder than you’ve ever heard from a lover.
San sings your praises. You’re sure he becomes a heavenly being as you bottom out.
Your palms rest on his pecs. Hips rolling as you let him hit that one spot that leaves you seeing stars.
“San!”
“I know, baby. I know,” he groans as he meets each of your thrusts with one of his own. His large hands grip your hips, anchoring himself to you as you bounce, roll, grind on his dick, and part of him wonders if he’s in your fantasy.
Before you know it, San grabs the nape of your neck, and you’re under him. Your legs rest on his broad shoulders, his cock hitting places nobody else ever has.
“Fuck, San. Baby,” You groan as he fucks you like his life depends on it.
“Love you. Always have. Always will. You’re mine now, baby. Only mine,” San pants, and you nod in agreement as you come undone, wrapped around him.
“Fuck, yeah! Just like that, baby. Cum on my cock.” San groans as his head lolls back, and he cums deep inside you just as you hit your peak.
“San!”
“I know, love. I know,” He kisses you, muffling the rest of your moans as you hold him close. He fucks you through it, your legs around his waist as he slowly grinds on you.
When you can’t take anymore, he kisses your jaw and pulls out.
“Fuck. I wanted this to be more romantic,” San blushes as he holds you close.
“I don’t care, San. It was perfect.”
San smiles sheepishly before you kiss him deeply until you straddle his hips.
“Ew! No! No! Fuck, why?!” Hongjoong hollers as he sees the two of you naked in the wine cellar. His date turned out to be a flop, so he decided to check on you and San, only to walk in on the two of you butt ass naked.
“Don’t close the door!” You and San shout in unison.
Hongjoong’s eyes widen but he holds the door open. “Get dressed, ya nasties.”
Laughing, you climb off San and get dressed. Hongjoong covers his eyes as he holds the door open and the music from above flows in. You do not want to be stuck inside Jongho’s wine cellar again.
You race San up the stairs, and he grabs your waist to pull you to him.
San kisses your cheek, and you giggle as Hongjoong gags.
“I hate y’all.”
“Ditto,” you respond as you all leave the wine cellar to rejoin the party.