#sanha x reader

[slytherinshua]

ꕀ　KNITTED LOVE　( 윤산하 )

genre fluff , established relationship , fiancé!sanha x fem!reader   cw kissing , not proofread   wc 843   request 🫧 anon for yoon sanha + hand knitted hat for the 3k event   note ASTRO FICS WE ARE SO BACK?? slytherinshua's origin is in astro fics low-key hehe   net @kstrucknet

Sanha shivered from the cold, snowflakes falling onto his hair. Work ran later than expected and forced him to stay until well after the snow had started. He only had a light jacket, and his shoes were getting wet as well. His face flushed pink from the chill, and occasional sniffles from his ruby tinged nose.

Winter was always the busiest season at his job, and while he enjoyed it, the work days continued to exhaust him as of late. Maybe he was coming down with something, or perhaps he just longed to be in his warm home instead of waiting for the bus in weather well below the negative temperatures.

He kicked a small snow patch beneath his boots, burying his head further into his jacket that was far from ideal for the cold weather. Impatient tapping and frequent glances at his watch seemed to make the time go even slower. 

“I miss her,” he whispered under his breath, biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. How much longer was this bus going to take? He could curse the whole universe in the current moment for making him late on the day of his anniversary. Why did it have to be today?

“Sanha!” 

The unmistakable voice made Sanha’s head whip up in your direction. A grin on your face and your purse slung over your shoulder, you were practically sprinting in his direction. Many thoughts ran through his mind, such as how you even knew he was stuck waiting for the bus, or the fact that you really shouldn’t be running on snowy pavement. But none of that mattered as soon as you reached him and he opened his arms wide for you like a force of habit. 

You fit perfectly into them like you were made to be held by Sanha. And you could probably both agree by now that you were, given that you were already five months engaged. 

“Why are you here? Did you walk all this way?” Sanha asked in an elated giggle. He held you tightly, squeezing your waist tightly and rubbing circles on your back as if trying to warm you up, even though he was the one shivering. 

“I wanted to meet you halfway. Knew you would be held up today,” you explained, clearly very happy about your plan. 

“I’m sorry. I tried to get off early, but they were forcing everyone to do overtime, and—” 

A warm kiss landed on his lips, cutting off his words in a way he couldn’t ever complain about.

“Shh, I know, baby. You don’t have to apologize,” you stood up on your tip-toes and cupped his cheeks. “You’re out here freezing,” you tsked, although there was nothing but fondness in your voice. 

“To be fair, the forecast didn’t say anything about snow today,” Sanha pouted, looking entirely too cute in the moment. You fought every urge to not kiss him again, ultimately failing as your lips sought out his for the second time.

“I have something for you.” 

Your signature grin was something Sanha knew all too well. Whenever you were particularly pleased with yourself or thrilled about some secret, you couldn’t help but show it on your face. He tilted his head curiously, watching as you dug through your purse excitedly. You pulled out a soft, fuzzy hat with an intricate cable-pattern and a perfectly shaped pompom on the top. Knitting had been a long-time hobby of yours, but this was the first time you had made something for your fiancé.

With a shake of your hand, Sanha got the cue to duck down slightly so you could easily adorn the hat onto his head. You brushed off the flakes of snow first, earning a laugh from Sanha. 

“There,” you smiled satisfactorily, pleased with the sight of his head and ears protected by the warm yarn. 

“How do I look?” He asked, striking a slightly silly pose to get a reaction out of you. 

“Very handsome,” you grinned. 

“Happy anniversary, Y/n,” Sanha said, all hints of joking gone from his tone. You almost spotted a few tears building in his eyes as he stared at you with a look so overflowing with love it was almost overwhelming. 

“Happy anniversary, Sanha. Thank you for making the past five years the happiest of my life,” you smiled, pulling him closer for a kiss before any of his tears could fall. 

Your fiancé always got emotional on birthdays or anniversaries, special days when he could only think about how much he loved you and how lucky he was for having you in his life. Although the sentimental feelings were present for you as well, you preferred to fill the day with laughter rather than tears. To make sure your fiancé did the same, you always kissed him before he could get overwhelmed with emotion. 

It worked just as well in previous years as it did now. Sanha, now completely lost in your lips against his, blinked away the tears and allowed elation to fill his heart once more.

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[lxvemaze]

astro bf! headcanons

pairing: astro x gn!reader

tags: fluff !!

warnings: n/a

a/n: I LUV ASTRO!! THAT'S ALL!!

the rest of the members are under the cut!

⚝jinjin

okay okay, i know what yall might think about jinjin in a relationship: you might think that he'd be more like, on top of things and kind of like, be the lead in the relationship. BUT I THINK OTHERWISE!!! this man does not put up with sanha and mj's constant bullshit just to come home and have to continue adulting. NOPE. this man likes to be babied in a relationship- im convinced of it!! take him out, give him little gifts, buy him flowers, etc. he loves that shit, for sure. it's not that he doesn't put any effort in- he does! he still likes to take care of you, but he just likes to be taken care of even more!

⚝mj

and now, the OPPOSITE of jinjin. you may think that mj wants to be taken care of and treated like the pretty princess he is- which he definitely does sometimes- but he LOVES taking care of you! i feel like mj at first doesn't really give the "husband material" vibe, simply bc of how goofy he is, but i think he totally does once you get to know him! mj mentioned in an interview recently that he really wants to have kids, and that got me thinking that mj is totally the type of guy to like, walk around the baby section of target and be like "we'll buy THAT for our baby" and "when we have a baby we're totally gonna get THESE". i think he just loves to daydream about settling down with you, and once you've been together for a while, he'll start asking about getting married as soon as possible.

⚝eunwoo

ya'll knew this was coming- but the NO. 1 husband material man of all time is without a doubt mr. cha eunwoo/lee dongmin. eunwoo is such a romantic, i get seriously delulu about him sometimes 😔☝️ that being said- i think that eunwoo is the type of guy that hates to be without you. like, if he can bring you abroad with him to all his shoots and concerts- he absolutely will. he loves to buy you beautiful gifts, bring you flowers, etc. but he also likes to just do the little things as well! like, he likes to open car doors for you, run your baths for you, fold your laundry- you know, stuff like that! he just loves and appreciates you. i feel like although he'd love to show you off, he just likes to keep things more private. i feel like he'd just want to live a quiet life with his love.

⚝moonbin

okay, so if you read my bf! txt headcanons, i feel like bin is a lot like taehyun. like, he just loves to admire you. you'll be doing some mundane task and you'll look over at him, and he's just looking at you like (●♡ω♡●) like, bro LOVES you. he's also just like, interested in whatever you're doing. like, you'll be making dinner or smth and he'll be watching you and asking you what you're doing every step of the way. also like taehyun, i feel like bin would like to go to the gym with you! there's this video of bin and sanha doing push-ups, and bin is going like "one more, one more!" at sanha, who is absolutely dying 💀 i feel like he'd do the same with you. he's said that he prefers going to the gym at night, so that'd probably be a part of your nightly routine!

⚝rocky

i feel like while eunwoo is the definition of "husband material", rocky is the definition of "boyfriend material". which are two very distinct things! don't get it twisted!! when i imagine a relationship with eunwoo, i imagine like, living together, cooking dinner, doing just like, romantic stuff, ykwim? but with rocky, i imagine like, going out to the movies, the mall, the beach, the arcade, etc. just like, doing fun stuff!! i imagine rocky as just like, a super fun boyfriend! he's like, the epitome of "college boyfriend" (catch me writing an au on that omfg) he just likes hanging out with you! ya'll don't need to be doing anything fancy, you just enjoy each other's company while still having your own space! maybe in the future you two would settle down and move in with each other, maybe get married. but for bf!rocky, you two are just having fun.

⚝sanha

now sanha- i feel like when i first started stanning astro way back when, sanha was like, 17, he was just like, a skinny little gremlin who terrorized everyone. he still terrorizes everyone- but he's significantly less skinny and gremlin-y than he used to be! so when i first started thinking about this, i had the earlier sanha in mind- but current day sanha??? whole different vibe. sanha nowadays is like, literally the dream boyfriend. on a first date, bro would pick you up on dates, buy you flowers, take you to a nice (but not fancy nice, you feel?) restaurant, you'd go for a walk afterwards, he'd drop you off at your place on time, kiss you goodnight, and then text you once he got back home. and you'd be blushing and giggling the entire time. after being in the relationship for a while, he wouldn't take you on as many nice dates- he'd be way more casual, but he'd still treat you like a princess.

second a/n: i feel like my mind totally blanked on some of these and i just wrote some random shit 😭 writer's block is a bitch, yall. hope you enjoyed it, though!

[leehestia]

“call me lover boy!” // hufflepuff!sanha x gryffindor!reader

pairing: hufflepuff!sanha x gryffindor!reader ft. mj who made a small irrelevant appearance lol

genre: hogwarts!au, fluff, humor, rivalry, angst(?)

warnings: lowercase intended, cheating (academic/sports), bets, pda, taking and sharing photos without consent

synopsis: y/n, a popular quidditch player, looses a bet with yoon sanha, and was conditioned to teach him how to properly play quidditch.

author notes: a tiny disclaimer, i'm not the hugest potter head so i don't really know about the school rules or whatever, but i just really liked the idea of hogwarts romance it's cute lol. i also wanted to try typing in lowercase bc why not 💀

author notes (2): sorry if it's really cringe 🧍‍♀️

…

“professor, you’ve got to be kidding!” you complain, as you try to catch up with your professor regarding your assignment for the care of magical creatures subject.

“well miss l/n, i’m not!” she laughs, before going into her office. you grunt, eyebrows furrowed.

you have one job. to take care of yoon sanha’s cat, while he had to take care of your owl. however, nothing can be trusted with that narcissistic ass.

…

“sanha, please. don’t mess this up. take very very goo-“

“good care of him, i know.” he groans.

“sanha i'm serious!"

"why can't you just trust me?" sanha pouts,

"because, remember the egg project during our 2nd year?" your arms crossed.

"but thats just an egg!"

"not only that project, the multiple papers i've entrusted to you for our projects all suddenly disappeared in your care!" you argue.

"what's happening here?" eunwoo, your senior butts in.

"eunwoo-hyung!" sanha's eyes lighten.

"sunbae!" you exclaim

you and sanha glare at each other.

"why are you two arguing?" eunwoo questions,

"because! this ass is so irresponsible!" "y/n says i'm too irresponsible!" you both say at the same time.

"what? explain one by one, please." eunwoo sighs.

"y/n-" "sanha has to take care of my owl but i really really really don't trust him!"

"yah!" sanha shouts, making you smirk.

"i have to say i'm on y/n's side here." moonbin, your other senior comes in as well.

"hey, don't take sides!" sanha grumbles.

"i think you guys should make a bet!" moonbin suggests, wrapping his arm over eunwoo's shoulder.

eunwoo tsks at moonbin, shaking his head.

"you're so obsessed with bets..." eunwoo sighs.

"yeah yeah, like you aren't too." moonbin laughs.

"what kind of bet?" sanha questions.

"sanha!" you push him, making him whine.

"why? i'm just interested!"

"how about, a bet where you guys take care of each others pet right? whoever gets the pet attached to them wins!" moonbin smiles.

"that isn't a good idea. you shouldn't tamper with the relationship of the student and their-"

"deal!" you and sanha cut off eunwoo.

moonbin laughs, looking at eunwoo's annoyed face.

...

It's been days, weeks, and eventually 3 months. and unfortunately,

"HAHAHAHA!" sanha cackled.

"you're kidding!" you groaned, watching your majestic owl flap it's wings on sanha's shoulder.

"i win y/n! now you gotta do what i want!" he giggled.

"you're literally 10, shut up." you said, walking towards him to take your owl.

it gladly went back to you, sanha pouted as it did.

"even if you see me as a 10 year old, a bet is a bet! 10 year olds can make bets you know!" sanha argued.

"fine. what do you want?"

"teach me how to play quidditch! i made a bet with rocky hyung who also totally sucks at quidditch." sanha smirked.

"you and your brothers must be extremely addicted to bets..." you sighed, sanha's eyebrows furrowing at the statement you made.

"that doesn't matter! just teach me how to play!" sanha stomped his feet, like a child.

"okay, okay..." you muttered, choking your attempt to not laugh.

"let's go!"

"right now?"

"yes, of course! the game's in 2 weeks!" sanha said, grabbing your hand.

...

"look, you know this is cheating, right? a student is not allowed to coach another student." you say, holding your broomstick tightly, another in your hand for sanha.

he nods his head.

"that's why, you must never, ever, ever, tell anyone... deal?"

"deal!" he said, bright smile plastered on his face.

a smile threatened to appear and break your poker face. you tried to stop yourself from smiling by handing the broomstick to the tall being. sanha gives a soft 'thank you', before taking it, with extra care.

"okay, so you know how to ride a broomstick at least, right? unless... you didn't listen during our first year." you looked at him, and he simply gave you a smile.

"you're kidding. hufflepuffs really suck at quidditch don't they?"

"not all hufflepuffs!"..... "well, i'll admit that 90% of us are horrible at the game, but at least we try!"

you laughed at his attempt to defend his house.

...

a week finally passes, another week left to go.

"y/n, i think i'll really really really beat you this time!" he says, determined.

"okay, lover boy."

"ew! what is that nickna-"

"i win." you said, pointing at the ball that was rapidly falling down.

"i- it's because you distracted me!" sanha said, blushing furiously.

"well, that's what minhyuk oppa will do during the game, is it not?" you laughed.

"yes..." sanha sighed, in defeat.

"okay, try again. this time don't be distracted, lover bo-"

"s-stop!!"

you simply laugh at his tomato face, until you throw the ball at sanha to start the game.

...

finally, a week has passed.

you sit down on one of the audience seats, waiting for sanha and rocky to appear.

"y/n!" someone calls from your left, making you look.

"oh my god! oppa!" you said, giddy, giving him a tight hug.

your long time crush, and senior, myungjun came. however, you've moved on from him a ling time ago since he has already graduated, and is working outside hogwarts. sanha was the only one who knew about your crush, accidentally after snooping in your diary for fun.

"i didn't know you'd be here, how come?" you asked him.

"eunwoo told me rocky and sanha would be having a small tournament. i wanted to watch the most horrible quidditch players i know play!" mj laughed.

you laughed with him, not noticing sanha floating in the air infront of you.

"uh... excuse me?" sanha looked at both of you with obvious jealousy.

"oh, sanha!" you said, walking towards him.

"y/n, it's about to start... i'm very nervous." he sighed.

"what do you want me to do about it?"

"it's kinda embarrassing..." he whispered.

"go on, i don't care."

"really?" he asked.

"mhm." you hummed in approval.

"call me lover boy." he said, in an extremely soft voice.

"what? come again?"

"call me lover boy!" he shouted, his iconic tomato face appearing.

"yah! not so loud!" you said, looking around, embarrassed, your seniors looking at the both of you weirdly.

awkward silence was filling the atmosphere, as your flustered self looked at sanha's red face.

"f-fine..." you grumbled.

anticipation filled sanha's heart, a smile slowly forming his face.

"good luck and do your best..." you said, "l-lover boy."

extremely blushed and flustered faces were plastered on both of you, until you suddenly kissed him on the cheek.

he looked at you, shocked, until a whistle blows along with the calls of his hyungs to start the game. he flies to start the game, leaving you.

...

the game finally ends, with rocky gaining the triumph.

you go down to visit sanha. who was currently sitting town.

"sanha, you okay?" you towered above him.

"yes? no... uh, i don't know?" he said, avoiding eye contact.

"god, i distracted you didn't i?" you frowned. "i shouldn't have kissed you..." you whined.

"oh no! i-it's totally fine..." he stuttered.

"b-but i admit, even though you were red and flustered like a tomato during the game, you still did great..." you complimented him.

"thanks..." he let out a shaky sigh, before standing up.

"ye-yeah?" you said, looking up at the tall figure that was now towering over you.

"y/n, these past few weeks, i've realized that you- you- you're-"

he paused, looking into your eyes.

"I THINK YOU'RE HOT AND I LIKE YOU!" he said, before running away screaming.

you blushed, hard. super hard. extremely hard. (Ayo?🤨)

"S-SANHA! WAIT UP!" you shouted before chasing after him.

...

you lost him. you couldn't find him, he's gone!

you asked everyone around if they'd seen him, unfortunately no one has.

"where did this dumb brick go?" you whispered to yourself, as you continued to look for him.

you arrived at the library, looking through every. single. isle.

you heard whispers coming from one of the isles, the whispers sounding like sanha's annoying voice which you liked so much.

you slowly walked to the isle, to find sanha with his hyung, jinjin.

"well you should've watched the game to see what happened!" sanha complained.

"so you just basically... ran away?" jinwoo teased him.

"yeah..."

"well, go back and find her you stupid boy!" jinjin scolded, pushing sanha to leave.

"o-okay..."

"i don't he'll be needing to find me." you popped out, smiling.

sanha froze when he saw you.

"come here sanha."

he looked at his hyung, scared.

"just go..." jinwoo rolled his eyes.

sanha walked to you, looking at your face to find any anger or any negative emotions in your expressions.

"why'd you run away?" you asked him.

"i... i just didn't want to be rejected."

"rejected? you didn't even get to hear my response!" you whispered in an annoyed tone.

"it's because, i realized that it was the extremely worst timing since m-hyung came back..." he pouted.

"yah! i'm totally totally over him!" you said, making sanha feel relieved.

"why would i kiss your cheek if i didn't like you?" you mumbled.

"y-you like me?" sanha's eyes widened.

"yes, for a while now... most of the time i just act annoyed with you because of the task, but i promise you, i'm actually super duper in love with you." you explained.

sanha was flabbergasted, he didn't know what to say. at all.

"oh... okay." he breathed.

"so?"

"oh... okay." he said once again, making you laugh.

you looked into his eyes, before going on your tiptoes, grabbing sanha's nape to make him bend down more.

you connect your lips with his, for a short second, before pulling away.

"oh." said sanha.

"is oh your favorite word now?" you giggled, still on your tiptoes, arms wrapped around his shoulder.

"i... i don't know." he smiled, before kissing you again.

*click*

you broke the kiss to see where that noise came from, only to see jinwoo taking photos with his phone.

"s-sunbae!"

...

End lol

...

Lil extra story in the gc:

dongwoo: look what me and minhyuk saw todayㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

dongwoo: *photo of you kissing sanha on the cheek*

jinjin: that can't compare to what i saw at the library today 🤮

bin: why? what is it?

dongwoo: you should've went to the game bin!

jinjin: *photo of y'all kissing LMFAOO*

bin: NO WAY

locky: wow sanha got the real win right there ㅋㅋㅋ

mj: replied to eunwoo; i literally saw that in front of my face, please. 😭

mj: replied to jinjin; wow our maknae has finally grown!

sanha: yah! why are you taking pics of me an y/n now :(

bin: of course, we're happy to see our maknae grow ㅋㅋㅋ

sanha: once y/n finds out about this, you're all dead meat.

dongwoo: please, i raised her.

[sanhabbu]

Hiiii I would like to request a reaction where astro have a really cold and intimidating bad girl girlfriend who only is kind to them and always spoils them

hi, thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it ♡

→ astro reaction to their s/o being intimidating but soft with them

KIM MYUNG JUN (MJ) ｡*♡

he probably finds it funny, to be honest. the contrast in how you are with the rest of the world and when you are with him makes him feel another kind of special.

he makes the effort to make you laugh more and keep you always happy so even if other people finds you to be cold, he knows you are the kindest with the ones you love.

PARK JIN WOO (JINJIN) ｡*♡

very similar to mj, he knows the real you so he just smiles and shakes his head when people say you are this way. finds it very fun to be affectionate with you in public and see you get all flustered while trying to contain your smile.

LEE DONG MIN (EUNWOO) ｡*♡

the one who's so proud to be your only exception and barely can contain his excitement. no joke, he probably loves to wrap his arms around you while walking and kiss you at random times.

loves you the way you are and would never try to change you, 10/10.

MOON BIN (BIN) ｡*♡

was low-key nervous when you met because of the aura you had but once he got to know you, he realized you are one of the most adorable people he ever interacted with. another proud boyfriend, has the time of his life when people looks at the two of you surprised at the change in attitude you have around him.

PARK MIN HYUK (ROCKY) ｡*♡

knows what it feels like to be judged by your attitude so he never did the same to you. he patiently waited until you felt comfortable around him and can say proudly that he was right when he sees you being so kind and sweet with him. keeps his distance in public but is always holding your hand, it makes him the happiest.

YOON SAN HA (SANHA) ｡*♡

maybe it was a bit difficult for him to gather the courage to talk to you at first since you seem so cold and distant but still, he liked you so he did his best and look, you're together ever since. can't believe sometimes how cute you are with him and thinks you have a switch somewhere in your brain which activates only in public. head over heels kind of boyfriend.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Heat. (Bestfriend!Sanha x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con. Both of you are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

Sanha couldn't help it. She was just so pretty. Too pretty. To him. The way her eyebrows furrowed as the girl tried to concentrate on the chemistry equation she was solving under his guidance, chewing on the butt of the pencil and sighing when she couldn't get it right, the adorable little whine releasing from her mouth. His eyes slowly flickered down to her soft looking lips.

He wanted to kiss them. So fucking much. For so many years now.

The lovestruck boy didn't even realise when the lines between fantasy and reality eventually blurred, him leaning in and kissing her soft yet tight, his lips sticking to hers, refusing to go almost. Sanha was so carried away by the heavenly feeling that the loud gasp that escaped Y/n against his lips drowned in the pounding of his heart was that was ringing in his ears.

"... Sanha… Sanha!" It took him a few moments to snap out of it, Y/n pushing at his chest as her body backed away from his much bigger and broader one. "Sanha!" He opened his eyes to see her frowning at him with a disapproving expression. "I- I told you…" Sighing heavily, she uneasily put her books to the side and stood up. "I told you that day when you- you- I don't feel the same way about you."

The boy's jaw clenched as he looked up at her, backing away from where he was leaned in as he softly grasped the bedsheet of his bed. "Why not? And… how are you so sure, even, huh?" She was unable to notice the pretty vivid change in his tone and posture today. The girl didn't know better. "We have been inseparable ever since we can remember, we know each other so well and we get along so well!" Standing up in irritation, he towered over her, eyebrows furrowed and shoulders slowly rising and falling due to the change in his breathing pattern.

"Sanha- Sanha-! I know! I know!" Y/n nodded and agreed, trying to speak over him as he continued to ramble on, trying to convince her in whatever way. "I know! And I am sorry! But you're just- not my type, Sanha! I am sorry!" His heart fluttered in an unpleasant way and stomach twisted at how her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Oh, really?" Sanha stopped trying to convince her, burying his hands in the pockets of his pants instead and leaning down at her. "So you have grown up well enough to know your type, huh?" The blush that spread across her face followed by his words made his jaw clench. "My little Y/n is all grown up and wise now, hm? No longer requires my guidance or help deciding what she needs?"

The girl sighed at his taunting tone, oblivious to what was about to come. "We have an amazing friendship, Dana. Don't mess it up, please…" Looking down to avert her gaze from his because for some reason she just couldn't look in his eyes, the girl bit her lip. "You of all people know that I like the guy who lives in the house next to mine."

"Dongmin. Lee fucking Dongmin, huh?" Hatred laced the boy's words as his mind started to imagine the mentioned boy's pretty and kind face all broken and bruised; beaten to a pulp.

By of course no one other than Sanha.

"Don't be like that!" Giggling a little, she pushed at his shoulder playfully and sat back down, pretending to be busy with the books. "Come, help me go over these notes and stop sulking! Besides, yeah. I am old enough to know what I want now, Dana! I can't always rely on you and wait for you to guide me how to do simple daily life things, right?"

"Wrong." It happened so fast Y/n's brain couldn't even decipher it. Sanha pushed the books away and off the bed with such force they went flying away, one of his hands grabbing the girl's throat as he climbed the bed, dragging her shocked body to the middle using the grasp he had on her. "I am and will always be the one to tell you what to do because you're way too pathetic and dumb to know that on your own." A deep chuckle left him as her eyes widened and legs started kicking when the shock subsided, replacing it with panic.

"S- S- SAN- SANH-"

"Aww, not so big now, are we? Tsk tsk." Tears welled up in her eyes when she looked up at him to find a foreign expression on his face. A smirk of betrayal with dark and cold eyes looking her up and down. "Fuck… I've always wondered how these pretty looking privates of you would feel in my hands, babygirl" Sanha didn't have to use much strength keeping her in place as he climbed over the girl's smaller body, instantly groping and feeling her wherever he could, not getting much bothered by the hits and scratches her small hands were giving him.

There was so much Y/n's little hands could do against the giant.

"P- Please… please… no… please stop… You don't have to do this" the girl heaved in exhaustion as she begged Sanha, trembling and crying as she could feel his hands under her hoodie and down her shorts, squeezing and pinching wherever they pleased.

"You're right, I didn't." Pulling the string from her hoodie, the boy dragged them closer to the headboard sickly calm, ears red and erection so hard it poked the girl's thigh even through his boxers and pants. "This is YOUR fault, you hear me? YOU did this to YOURSELF" his voice was soft but rough as he punched the words in her brain, tying her hands to the headboard using the string while knowing it would be enough to easily hold her down.

"Had you cooperated and just obeyed me like little girls such as yourself fucking should instead of trying to do any thinking on your own" shaking his head, Sanha moved back down to her body, pushing the hoodie up until it bunched around her neck, big and warm rough hands tugging off her shorts roughly. "A chance… That was all I asked for."

A sob escaped the girl as the male spread her soft thighs apart, smiling as he admired her pussy lips, probing and spreading them. "Such a pretty cunt." He found himself loving the whimpers and cries escaping her, grazing his thumb up and down her folds, it's tip feeling her tiny and unused entrance, making the girl jump by spitting on it before starting to work it in.

"S- San-"

"Shhhhh~" messily stuffing her shorts that were a bit too short for his liking, the male gave a sensual lick to her soft and red pussy lips, kissing them right after and chuckling at how her thighs trembled from the feeling. "Fuck, Y/n. You've no idea how much I've wanted to tie you up like this and eat you silly before fucking you dumb as you whine and cry in pleasure, begging me for more."

Y/n tried to break free, her wrists starting to burn against the string due to how fragile her skin was. "Mmm… I promise, babygirl. By the time I am done with you, you'll be wrapped around my little finger on your knees for me." Stroking the outside of her thighs, the male shakily breathed out, crotch grinding against the mattress that they had spent their childhood playing with their toys on.

"Hnnnggg… you like it, don't you? Fuck-" Sanha looked up, his face drenched in her natural juices and his own spit, heavily breathing as he searched her face for an expression, eyes dark. "You taste so much better and sweeter than I imagined, babygirl." He went back to admiring it, playing and teasing it with his index finger, other hand continuously caressing her thigh.

It was surreal. After all these years of imagining this over and over in different scenarios and circumstances, it was finally happening. And this. This was better than all that he had fantasized.

So sweet. So soft. So… real.

Sanha could feel his head start to pound from the need and intoxication his own hormones were putting him under, now teasing her asshole with the hand that had previously been on her thigh, just wanting to feel it, feel her. All of her.

That was his. Finally.

"So tight… fuck!" Rubbing her clit with his thumb and circling her navel with his middle finger as his hand was big enough to do so, Sanha fucked her pussy hole open with the hot tip of his tongue, trying to force it in and deeper, circling the rim of muscles with it. "Now tell me, tell Daddy, it feels fucking amazing, doesn't it? Daddy is making you feel soooo good, isn't be?" Pushing one of his middle fingers up her entrance instead, the boy moved up now, removing the shorts from Y/n's mouth causing her to gasp aloud for air.

"S- Sanh- Sanha-" a sharp smack across her cheek locked her throat up again, forcing a cry out of her throat instead.

"It's Daddy" grasping her soft locks, he pulled her hair back to make the girl look at her better and glared down at her. "You must speak to your owner and caregiver with respect, little one." Pressing a wet kiss to her lips, the boy hungrily ran his tongue around them, moaning and sucking at them. "So, tell Daddy now. Tell him how good he's making you feel…" Y/n winced and cried harder, clenching around his rather thick finger on defense.

"P- Please… please… I am s- sorry! Stop! Please! Please, just stop!" His eyebrows furrowed as he pushed another finger in, stretching and stimulating her from the inside, thumb grazing against her clit.

"Are you telling me you don't feel good? This doesn't feel good? Daddy isn't making you feel good?" His voice was alarmingly soft and… deadly. But the innocent girl was too foolish to know that, of course.

"N- No… No… I- I don't! Stop, please! It hurts!" She honestly pouted, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to struggle weakly, actually expecting him to stop.

"You leave me no choice, then." Pulling his fingers out of her, Sanha didn't pay any attention to the shaky naive little sigh of relief that left her, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before pulling his cock out and smirking. "If being nice isn't gonna get me anywhere," gripping her throat, he shakily moaned and pumped his cock, pressing the head to her opening. "Then I won't." Giving a powerful thrust in Y/n's pussy which tore due to his girth, the boy crazily grinned.

"I'll simply get my pleasure and lock you up until I need you again. Just how you're meant to be. A pretty doll, all for me."

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[kpoptrashlord-007]

Strawberry Sorbet;; YSH

Word Count;; .5k

Genre;; Pure Fluff!

Pairing;; Sanha x Reader

Summary;;

Stealing kisses is your boyfriend's latest hobby. His pecks are sudden and soft, lingering just long enough to transfer some of your new balm onto his own lips.

Warnings;;

None!

Notes;;

Written for one of my lovely Tumblr moots, @vanillakylee ♡ Based off the prompt generator tag game.

My Masterlist || ASTRO Masterlist

   Applying a fresh layer of chapstick to combat the dry heat of summer, you smooth out the sticky, sweet balm with a quick smack of your lips. Strawberry sorbet seeps into your mouth. It's a new flavour that your favourite brand released a few months ago and after the first purchase you were hooked. Even the scent is enticing, strong and fragrant on your soft lips.

   Another reason you love the flavour is because of the effect it has on your boyfriend. Like a honeybee to a flower, he gravitates to you. While he is the type to be close regardless, the balm summons him. If you didn't know better, you might think he's addicted to the sweet aroma and delectable taste. The idea alone has you laughing under your breath as you flick through movie options.

   Sanha enters the living room with a giant smile and a few bags of groceries. He announces his triumphant return with a 'got the snacks!' before dashing off to the kitchen to offload the supplies. From your spot on the couch, you hear drawers slide open and cabinets creak shut as well as the clinking of glass and crinkling of plastic.

   You stand, stretching your back like a cat waking from a nap, content and warm. It's a small residence and within a few steps you're in the kitchen. Beside you is a beaming Sanha. He's holding a packet of popcorn kernels in one hand and a bottle of juice in the other. Opening the microwave for him, you grab two champagne flutes from the overhead cabinet while he places the snack packet onto the rotating disc. You hand the flutes to him and set the timer on the microwave.

   "So I was thinking we could wa-"

   Sanha's lips brush against yours in a chaste kiss, cutting you off. Stunned, you blink a few times, trying to regain your composure and train of thought. His lips glisten with the balm's essence and you raise your brow, well aware of his motives but never one to pass up an opportunity to tease him.

   "What was that for?"

   "You taste yummy," he laughs, using his lips to rub the leftover residue in. "We can watch whatever you like."

   Maintaining his bright stare, you smile as you lean against the counter. The popcorn kernels start to burst in loud pops!. Grabbing the balm from your pocket, you twist it in your fingers. Playfulness bouncing from each word, you sigh, "I think you like the balm more than me."

   Sanha snorts. A chuckle bubbles deep in your chest and you start to turn toward the microwave, waiting for the sweet spot between the majority of the kernels being popped and burned. Before you have time to finish your turn, you're lifted off the ground. He twirls you, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, his breath a soft whisper against your ears.

   "The balm tastes nice because it's on you, honey."

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[thepixelelf]

Ok this one is better. I like this one lol

send me a prompt for a blurb

[cold shoulder] Even though Sanha can't see you from this angle — especially since, in your sleep, you keep nuzzling further into his side — he smiles anyways because, come on. How could he not?

You'd come over to watch Hamlet with him for a project, both of you unwilling to read the entire damn play again since doing so in high school. Still, as stubborn as you were to avoid reading Hamlet again, the movie was apparently still boring enough to make your eyes droop as you sat there on Sanha's living room couch, swaddled in blankets. You're not crazy; the thing is four goddamn hours. You and Sanha are just not that good at planning ahead. Maybe he should've suggested taking a break two hours in to stretch or have a snack — refresh your brains for another two hours of Hamlet being emo.

Then again, if he did, he wouldn't be where he is right now.

Which is a very nice place to be, in his opinion.

So no, he doesn't regret the poor planning, nor the lack of suggestion on his end for a break. He just smiles again while you subconsciously loop your arm through his, relishing in the warmth shared between you.

These past few months have been a dance of will we, won't we for Sanha. The line in the sand between friendship and flirtation barely exists anymore with how often you and he have gone back and forth.

So this is nice. A quiet, warm affirmation that yes, Sanha does like you.

(Whether he'll tell you that when you wake up is an entirely different story.)

The movie drones on for another short while, and Sanha does his best to pay attention even though sleep is calling to him as well. It's a wonder he hasn't slipped off into dreamland considering the fluffy blanket draped over his legs and the serene warmth coming from your cuddles.

When the credits roll by, you stir. Sitting up straight and slipping your arm out from him, you rub your face, eyes screwed shut.

He feels cold without you.

After only a second, your eyes pop open in realization, and you whip your head to look at the television.

"I missed it!" you whine. "God, how much was it? Should I rewind? Sorry, I don't want to make you rewatch—"

Not listening to any logical counterarguments in his head, Sanha reaches out and puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you back to his side. This time though, your head lands on the side of his chest, and somehow the hand around you ends up on your waist — new territory. Except Sanha isn't thinking too much about that when you crane your head to look up at him, a silent question in your eyes.

He just smiles and says, "I'll tell you what happens."

Clearly shy, you look back down at the screen in front of you, where the credits are still going. Your hand somehow finds his, and your fingers interlock.

"So, Hamlet is like super sad."

You snort.

Sanha laughs with you, and he thinks he could get used to this.

[mads-hatters]

Jealous Sanha Headcanons

Hi besties I ditched this blog for a while but I’m back and a friend wanted me to do headcanons for Sanha from ASTRO! So stream All Yours and enjoy I think!

When you had first started working at the local bakery in your town, you and your coworker Sanha had become friends almost immediately. You two found it easy to get along as you had many common interests that you could spend hours discussing to fill the time.

As the bakery didn’t get a lot of customers, and most of them were just regulars anyways, talking to Sanha became by far one of your favorite parts of your daily shifts. Cracking jokes and messing around in the kitchen became a part of the routine and despite the purely platonic bond that you two shared, you felt yourself develop feelings for him over time. 

Much to your dismay, you could never seem to figure out if Sanha felt the same. Even though he would giggle at your jokes and was you were no stranger to the way he would find little ways to touch your arms or pat you on the head during the day, you let yourself believe he did that with everyone. 

What you didn’t realize, was that Sanha was kicking himself trying to figure out the best way to tell you that he liked you. He hated the way that customers would flirt with you, and he hated the way you would just laugh along with them instead of shutting them down. He was trying his hardest to make it obvious that he was interested in you without outright saying it, but you weren’t taking the hints.

On one particularly slow day in the bakery, you and Sanha were the only employees in the shop. You two followed your similar routine of cracking jokes and fooling around for probably too long before you got started with your tasks for the day. However, what wasn’t part of the routine was a good looking man walking into the bakery.

Sanha was busy rolling pastries and had sent you out to help him without even looking up. As you tidied up your apron and made your way to the front of the store to help what you assumed was a regular, Sanha continued to busy himself in the kitchen. 

Around fifteen minutes went by before he realized that you were still helping the customer. It’s not that he was concerned for your safety, but usually the older couples that came in knew what they wanted and were gone within a few minutes. He decided to go out and check on you, to see if you needed any help.

“Oh hey Sanha! Come and meet Jake!” You called as you saw him make his way out from the kitchen. He hated the way he saw you giggle at Jake’s jokes. After all, you were only supposed to laugh like that at his jokes.

Sanha dusted off his apron, put on his best smile, and moved over to shake Jakes hand. In hindsight, he probably shook it a little bit too aggressively, but he couldn’t figure out why his mind was clouded with such anger.

He managed to introduce himself before his jealousy started to kick in. “Yeah, me and y/n used to date in high school” Jake had started saying.

Sanha could hear y/n say something in response, but he wasn’t fully paying attention to what she was saying. Instead he was focused on Jake’s body language. He didn’t like the way his eyes traveled up and down y/n’s body. The way his gaze never quite made it to her eyes when she was talking. She at least deserved that much, the basic respect of eye contact. 

Just as Sanha was starting to refocus his attention to the conversation at hand, Jake cut y/n in the middle of her sentence to begin talking about his latest work endeavor. This guy was really starting to piss him off. At first he thought it was just the fact that he had dated y/n, but no. He was just an asshole.

Almost as soon as Sanha had this thought, his mouth opened. “As interesting as all of that sounds, y/n and I really have to get back to work. We’re running behind enough as it is.” 

Jake’s eyes clouded over at this. Sanha wasn’t sure if he was going to make a snarky comment, or just accept it and leave. To be honest, he was a little bit intimidated. 

Instead, Jake turned to y/n and said, “Well, we’ll have to meet up again some time to catch up for real, I’ll text you!” And turned to leave the store.

As soon as the door closed y/n rushed back into the kitchen almost singing her gratefulness.

“Oh thank god you got rid of him! I thought I was going to have to talk for hours. He was always like that in high school too, he never shut up.” 

“I’m just surprised you dated someone like him anyways.” Sanha blurted before he could stop himself.

You paused and turned to look at him, “What does that mean, Sanha?” 

Sanha panicked, he didn’t want her to take it the wrong way, but she genuinely deserved so much better than that guy anyway. She deserved someone that actually wanted to hear her speak, and cared about what she had to say. They were equals, after all.

He decided to be honest, “Nothing bad! I just think that you deserve someone who doesn’t cut you off to talk about themselves every five minutes.” And to dig himself even deeper into the hole he already wasn’t getting out of, he mumbled to himself, “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

His ears burned as he realized what he had said out loud, and by the time he managed to look up from the pastry he was so intently working on, you were already looking at him with a smirk on your face.

“Oh you wouldn’t would you?”