Ya'll I'm back... Probably not for long because I get inspiration every once in a blue moon🙃
But two Saturdays ago something happened that got me real inspired.
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"I know what you're trying to imply, and I'm telling you right now that I won't do it" he blurted out, adjusting his glasses nervously.
"I'm not implying anything, I'm simply saying that it'll take more than a simple apology for me to forgive what you said" you scoffed, crossing your arms infront of your chest.
He hadn't actually done anything bad, just made a dumb comment infront of a mutual friend just to be funny. It didn't offend you and you know he doesn't actually think that way, but it's too fun to see him so desperate for you to accept an apology he didn't even have to give you.
He huffed, feeling hear starting to rise to his cheeks. "I know you want me to get on my knees and I won't do it" he said defiantly, placing his hands on his hips.
"I never said anything about you getting on your knees" you retorted, playing dumb even though that was exactly what you wanted.
He huffed once more, hands dropping back to his sides "You're not going to take anything else, are you?" he said in an almost whiny tone to which you just shrugged and looked at him with the most smug little smile.
He huffed before speaking "Fine" he said before slowly kneeling down. You felt a rush of pride and amusement at the sight. "Now apologize" you said, crossing your arms infront of your chest.
"...Sorry..." he said, feeling his cheeks flush even more. "Sorry for what?" you pressed. With a heavy breath he continued "Sorry for what I said" he said.
"And what will you do from now on?" you inquired "I won't say something like that ever again" he conceded. You had to hold back the smirk trying to fight its way onto your face. You leaned forward a bit before saying the two words that would be the bane of his existence. "Good boy~" you cooed.
He shot up from the ground "Yah!" he exclaimed, acting annoyed to hide the furious blush on his face.
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Y'all I could perfectly picture San or Yunho doing this, HELL EVEN MINGI
“does it feel good? am-am i doing good,” he asks, his thumb circling your clit as he looks at you with his half-lidded, nothing but desire shining in them. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to know how good he is making you feel."
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fem!reader x san, sub!san, oral (f.receiving), begging, unprotected sex, praise, tipsy san, breeding kink, needy san, kind of possessive san, jealous, wooyoung cameo!!, he just wants to please you
san was not jealous.
i mean sure his skin was pretty hot and prickly, and his muscles were tense. he was clenching his jaw and his fingers gripped tight around the cup of alcohol he’s sipping on. but he wasn't jealous, far from it actually.
he currently resided in the kitchen, where he was leaned up against the counter at your birthday party, attempting and failing to not send daggers in your direction. or, more to the people around you.
not like you would notice anyway … too distracted by said people. engaging in multiple conversations and accepting countless gifts from where you sat on the couch.
he was enamored by how good you looked, smiling brightly, eyes crinkling in the corners, your laugh echoing sweetly in his ears. it just wasn’t fair that everyone else got to see and hear it. he wanted that part of you all to himself. wanted you to be smiling at him like how you were smiling at them.
he’s been trying all night to get just a minute with you, brushed aside by your friends before he could even get the chance to speak. you would mumble a quick “sorry” with a grimace every time someone new whisked you away from him.
that’s when san decided to stumble his way into the kitchen with a frustrated huff and pour himself a drink…or two, who’s counting? is it a crime to want to spend time with your girlfriend on her birthday?
at the same time there was nothing more san wanted then for you to be happy. alongside the growing envy, he was genuinely pleased that you were enjoying the event he partook in planning. maybe he was just being a little selfish…
“ahh, what am i thinking?” he mumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose and earning a sideways glance from someone who walked into the kitchen for a drink. he clears his throat before chugging down the rest of the alcohol in his cup.
he can feel the effects of the alcoholic drink, his skin getting warmer, his limbs feel tingly, his balance is off as he stumbles from where he stands. he crosses his arms over his chest and leans his head back, closing his eyes to rest them a bit, just to collect himself.
“woo? holy shit, you’re here!” san hears you shriek from the other room. his eyes peek open and he turns his head to see you jump into some guys arms, presumably the one you called woo.
san’s eyebrows raise at that, his eyes gravitating towards the arms that were wrapped tightly around your waist and the hands that were gently caressing your back in small circles. he can't fight the way that his teeth grind together at that, his eyes narrowing into slits.
“a little late, but yes i’m here,” he replies when he pulls back with a bright smile and shifts his hands on your shoulders as you launch into a conversation with him.
san looks away with a pout and stares blankly at the floor in front of him, his foot tapping restlessly against it. woo? you never mentioned an woo to him, not to his knowledge atleast. he wracks through his muddled brain, pouring himself another cup and tries to recall a conversation where you mentioned anybody with that name, finding none.
sucking his teeth, he pushes himself off the counter, drinking sloshing and some droplets spilling onto his hand. he’s ready to walk over to you and ask about this guy that suddenly showed up to your party, but he freezes when he makes it to the living room.
you and wooyoung weren’t standing anymore, instead you were both sat on the couch, laughing about something he couldn’t hear over the music. san can feel his eye twitch and his fingers flex around the cup in his hand.
wooyoung was practically in your lap, well not really, but that’s what san’s drunken mind made it out to be. one leg draped over you and his arms wrapped around your shoulders, grinning and whispering into your ear and making you laugh loudly.
it was getting on his nerves watching the way you and him were interacting. he doesn’t like it. it should be him there instead. how come he gets to be so close to you, when he hasn’t even gotten a second with you all night?
he was frozen in place, tense and taking a swig every time he would get a little too close, a distraction, the alcohol starting to catch up to him. but the lingering touches were ticking him off. wooyoung’s hand landing on your thigh and running it along the smooth skin was his last straw.
he couldn’t take it anymore, downing the rest of his drink before making his way over to you. and if he almost tripped twice on the way there, what about it?
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you were startled when your boyfriend suddenly appeared in front of you. having not seeing him the whole night, you were kind of glad that he was here now. you couldn’t get a good look at his face in the dimly-lit living room, but you knew it was san by his voice.
“can i talk to you,” he huffed, his body was swaying as he clumsily thrusted a hand out for you take. you lean back, his hand way too close to your face.
you take his hand, rubbing a finger over his knuckles, “yes, but there’s someone i want you to meet.” you smile and look over to wooyoung. san hasn’t meet woo, your best-friend that was always busy with his career, always traveling. this is the first time you’ve seen him in months and you were excited to introduce the two, you figured they would get along well.
“san, this is wooyoung my be-” you start, gesturing between the two. san's eyes travel over to him, your sentence lost to deaf ears as he watches wooyoung rub your shoulder, cheesing, and his jaw tightens in frustration.
“i just-” san breathes with a hiccup, tilting his head back to contain himself before continuing. “i just want to talk to you, please.” he whispers the last word and squeezes your hand.
“o-okay,” cocking your head in confusion. was something wrong? is he feeling sick? you part from wooyoung and stand to go with your boyfriend. and san doesn’t miss the way wooyoung’s hands drop from your shoulder and drags down your waist as you go. “be right back woo.” you say with a smile and allow your boyfriend to take you away.
san brings you upstairs and down the hall to your shared room, closing and locking the door behind you both. he leans his back and head against the door, dizzy from the drinks and fast movements. he’s not sure how he even made it here without completely falling, he only tripped once.
“san, you alright…” you question, taking a tentative step towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder. he’s skin is warm, hot almost, you could feel it through the shirt he was wearing. maybe he was feeling sick...
he slowly nods, a mistake as the alcohol is setting in and even that made him a little unstable. you rush forward to catch san before he could trip over himself, his hands landing on your waist and head dropping to rest against your chest.
you gently lift his head up by his chin, taking in his disheveled state. in the lamp light you notice that his cheeks are tinged pink, a slight shine to his forehead from sweat, and the smell of alcohol was strong on his breath as he pants, his breath fanning across your face.
“are you drunk?” you ask, resting your hand against his cheek. he immediately nuzzles into, sighing at the cool touch. he looks up at you, eyes glossy and unfocused.
he ignores your question, his gaze dropping to your lips. he leans in, presumably to kiss you. but before your mouths could touch, you lean your head back and earn a little groan from san who starts to pout.
“i asked if you are drunk.”
“only a little bit tipsy,” he hurriedly mumbles as he hiccups, leaning in to kiss you again only to be denied. this time by you placing a finger against his wet mouth. “fuck, why~” he whines impatiently, fingers drumming against your waist.
“you said you wanted to talk to me, not kiss me,” you remind him of the reason why we’re here, with a giggle. san puffs in annoyance. he didn’t actually have anything to say, just wanted to finally be alone with you. “you dragged me away from my conversation with woo-“
you’re cut off by san rushing in to press his lips against yours. nibbling and licking at your bottom lip, taking control of the kiss. he doesn’t want to hear that name right now. doesn’t care about what you and him were talking about, he just wants you to focus on him.
you part your mouth, deepening it as you lick into san’s mouth. he moans into it and his knees buckle a bit, his grip on you tight to keep himself upright.
“this is what i wanted to talk about,” he breaths out when he pulls back for air, a string of saliva connecting you two. “your birthday gift.”
it’s true. san did have a gift for you, he’s been waiting all night for everyone to leave so he can give it to you. quite literally. but if this is what it took for you to forget about everyone else, forget about woo, and just give him all your attention then…
“i’m confused…” you slowly say, furrowing your brows and searching san’s face for some kind of answer. there was a lot of physical activity going on for him to be talking about a gift.
“can i show you it,” he leads you to the bed, and instructs you to get on it and you follow his instruction, curious. “i was going to wait until after the party, but i’m a bit impatient now…” he says, a whiny tone in his voice.
“san- what exactly is this ‘gift’?”
he once again ignores you, climbing on the bed and crawling towards you, hovering over you. it forces you to lean back, your head gently hitting the mattress as san looks down at you with his flushed face. his hand instantly roaming your body, up your thighs, to your waist, and under your shirt to cup a breast.
your eyes can’t help but to flutter at that, your breathing picking up slightly as you watch san’s movements. he moves in to kiss you, not holding back this time and shoves his tongue into your mouth. he whines as your tongues swirl together.
“san,” you whisper into his mouth. he pays you no mind, trying to get as much of you as he can, hoping to distract you enough. “sannie, as much as i’m enjoying this… there is a party going on downstairs and wooyoung-”
san grumbles at that, that name that you just can’t seem to stop saying. he sucks his teeth and leans back to sit up, a little too fast, his hands landing on your thighs as he wobbles.
“woo, woo, woo,” he mumbles, dropping his head down and shaking it from side to side. you rise up on your elbows to look at your boyfriend. “when are you going to pay attention to me, huh?”
“i’ve been wanting to talk to you all night. been waiting to have just a second with you. just a little conversation, a kiss, a hug, a smile, a laugh. anything, but you’ve been giving it all to everyone else. i want that too. i’m your boyfriend.” he rambles, shakily pointing a finger at himself.
you have to press a hand to your mouth to keep from laughing. he was just too cute, all pouty and angry, his cheeks dusted red. you’ve never seen this side of him before. sure, you’ve gotten drunk with him, he usually gets all quiet, often staying to himself. but this was different…
“then someone else comes in, woo, and you’re all over him. what about me? laugh with me, talk to me, let me cling to you like that, i can-” he continues and you shut him up before he can rant on for hours, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.
“sounds like your jealous,” you giggle as san lifts his head to look at you. his eyes flitter around your face, avoiding eye-contact with you, his face burning hotter.
“j-jealous, why would i be jealous?” he defensively says.
“you already answered your own question when you were rambling,” you whisper, wrapping a hand around his neck and fisting your hand into the hair on his nape, pulling him in for another kiss.
the make-out is all saliva and messy as san gasps, caught by surprise at the sudden attack on his lips. he lets you take the lead, losing himself in you. he wraps his arms around your waist from where he sat in your lap, drawing his body closer to yours.
his hips twitch against you when you bite his bottom lip, his hard cock dragging against your stomach and making san draw out a whimper.
“uhn,” he breathily moans when he grinds himself against you again. his head tilting back as he gets lost in the pleasure of the friction on his cock. you take advantage and leave little nibbles and pecks on his warm neck.
“can- can i still give you your gift, please?” he sighs, his hands skimming along your arms. the way he pleads, sends a trail of goosebumps along your skin where he touches.
you nod your head, your party forgotten about as the man in front of you starts to trail kisses down your body. he thumbs at your shirt, peeking at you, a silent ask. you take it upon yourself, stripping off your shirt.
san heavily breaths before leaning in and taking a tit into his mouth, whirling around his tongue on your nipple, making your back arch into him. he attends to both, switching between the two and leaving a few hickeys behind.
he moves down, kissing along your stomach and waist. he looks up at you when he makes it to the band of your skirt and with a playful smirk, dips his head under it and drags your underwear down your legs with his teeth.
he goes back down, burying his face into your cunt. it’s wet and messy and exactly what san wanted. he whimpers as he licks, lapping up at your juices, his nose pressing against your clit.
“sannie,” you breath, carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at some of the strands, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
san’s hip twitch against the bed, grinding down against the sheets. just him being able to taste you, turns him on. being able to please you, make you feel good, better than anyone else.
“does it feel good? am-am i doing good,” he asks, his thumb circling your clit as he looks at you with his half-lidded eyes, nothing but desire shining in them. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to know how good he is making you feel.
“so good, you’re doing so good,” you sigh, tossing your head back when san licks a strip from your entrance up to your clit.
he moans at your approval, his cock twitching where it was trapped between his pants and the bed, his body trembling as he gets close to cumming. he just wants to stay here, burying his tongue in you, he doesn’t care how messy it gets.
“fuck,” you gasp, grinding your hips against san’s face as you cum.
san whimpers, cumming untouched in his pants. he spills all over the bed, pushing his hips against the mattress as he licks up your mess, drinking you up like he did the alcohol.
once you come down, you let go of his hair and pull him up towards you. licking into his mouth to taste yourself on his tongue. you reach a hand down to his pants, hoping to return the favor and get met with a huge sticky spot there instead.
“did you…” you start, looking at san who had a sheepish look on his face. turning his to the side and clearing his throat in embarrassment.
“i-i can go again,” he whispers, removing his bottoms and stroking himself to hardness again. record speed. “i want to be inside you, please…”
he spreads your legs apart, placing himself there. he grabs onto your hips and slides his hot cock between your folds. he moans, his body shivering at the intense pleasure from just cumming.
“please, please let me put it in,” he pleads, stuttering out a moan when his tip catches on your entrance. he’s tempted to push in, but he won’t not until you say he can. “i’ll make you feel good, i- i promise.”
you don’t respond, wrapping your legs around him, you push him forward and into your wet heat.
“mm, fuck,” he loudly moans. it would’ve been too loud if not for the music blaring downstairs. even then, with how tipsy he was, he wouldn’t care if anyone heard.
he deeply rocks his hips into you, each thrust hitting just the right spot. punching short ‘ah’s’ from you.
“so good, only i can have this…” he babbles. his thrusts getting rougher, slamming his cock into you as he recalls the events from earlier.
“nobody else can see you like this, n-no one else can make you feel good…” he whines, his hold on your hips almost bruising as he pounds into you.
he feels drunk off of this. him feeling how you clench around him, how wet and warm it is. he needs more, he wants more, wants you to know that only he can do this to you.
“s-sannie,” you stutter as you can’t keep up with his pace. “s-slow down…” you moan, bringing your arms up to wrap around waist and bringing him closer to you.
of course he doesn’t slow down, it almost feels like he speeds up.
“so pretty, so tight…” he moans into your ear, his pace unrelenting as he fucks you. “wanna cum inside - i’ve been wanting it all night, i just - fuck. please let me.”
you pull him back to be face to face, his eyes closed and he doesn’t open them until you coo, “you want it that bad?”
he almost looks ravenous, his was so gone, drunk off you.
“yes, wanna cum inside,” he babbles, his voice raspy from all the moaning. “wanna fill you up, make you mine, please-“
“yeah?”
he nods his head wildly, “fuck yes, please~ i’ll be good, so good. i promise, if you just let me cum inside - let me own it.”
you lean in to whisper in his ear, “show me that you do,”
san’s breath hitches, a strangled moan stuck in his throat as his eyes roll back. one last thrust is all he had before he came deep inside.
“fuck, fuck, fuck…” he whiningly chants, as he fills you with rope after rope of cum. his breath hot against your neck that he was buried in.
you caress his back with one hand and his sweat-soaked hair with the other as he rides out his orgasm. weakly thrusting into you until he can’t from the sensitivity.
he pulls out with a hiss, rolling onto his back, feeling a different kind of heat and tingle in his body, one not from the alcohol.
you roll over to rest on his chest, tracing circles along his stomach.
“that was quite the birthday gift,” you laugh, with an exaggerated sigh. “you’re pretty cute when you’re jealous.”
“‘m not jea-“ he starts before getting interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door.
“hey um, i just wanted to say happy birthday again before heading out,” i voice shouts from the other side. “and it was nice to briefly meet you san, i hope we can talk more next time.” then there were footsteps.
san rolls his eyes after the second sentence, becoming aware of who was outside the door. his chest heaving and a tiny pout was on his lips.
you look at him with raised eyebrows and a knowing smile.
“i’m not jealous!” he shouts, a blush blooming on his face.
But I'm gonna drop a little dream I had a long time ago that involves our little Sannie.
Don't really remember it well, but just imagine having San on his knees, a leather collar snug around his neck and a matching leash that's being held by your hand. One of his hands running over your abdomen for some reason. You could feel just how hot his skin was.
The only thing I can remember is the desperate and outright horny look on his face. I can remember trying to be stern with him and telling him 'hands off' but I also remember not having it in me to push his hand off and make him obey.
Just the thought of the pretty boy on a leash, looking up at you with wide, shiny, lustful eyes, waiting for you to give him permission to go further, to please you...
DUDE! I hate it so much that I woke up right when it was about to get good!😭😭😔
Yeah so... I watch this YouTube group called 'The Boys' and yesterday I got my pussy ate while watching their new video since I was watching it on the TV with my boyfriend.
I don't know but I'm feeling a bit inspired, I'm just not sure with what member to write something like this with. Leave suggestions.
so what if he has a partner who's shoter and smaller than him yet calls him cute at every chance, praises him, calls him pretty, treats him like a princess and certainly services him like one too.
all sorts of sweet nothings in his ears as they milk him dry, he's so small when they touch him, he's barely able to think.
In this post, you're basically just gonna see me how I baby a bunch of grown men who is probably older and taller than me (`へ´*)
He'd definitely deny it at first, let's be honest, he's not the first one to get used to it too because San really has this yk, strong, and intimidating aura that he has to protect. His lips would always fall in a pattern of tut and whine "Please stop calling me that, I don't like it" but over time, he would play along and as a matter of fact he would play along... A bit too much.
He took a bath and got out of the bathroom. His hair sticking up, his skin glistening from the warm shower he had just taken, and his towel perfectly hugging his waist. He looks so delicious "Why hello there pretty" You took him by the waist and kissed his neck, he would try to stop his moans from escaping his mouth but he would smile and indulge himself in your touch while looking at the two of you in the mirror "You really think I'm pretty?"
And from that day onwards, he would be at your mercy; Choi San had given up to you and your affection. Every night he's getting pampered and he's taken care of better than the royalties and when it's his playtime with you, you have to be a bit more gentle just because he's your lovely boy and is super sensitive (but we all know you can go rough with him when he wants you to 😉)
"Good job baby, you're taking me so well. You're doing so good baby" Oh and please, he's definitely a sucker for those sweet nothings. One gentle whisper from you and he'd melt like a putty in your palm. Also, he wants all of your neck kisses. He's just overall a bbg and I'm livin' for it.
The two of you cuddle against each other on the sofa while watching a movie. It's been a while since the two of you relaxed. With his busy schedules and you as well, let's just say you were a little bit needy for his touch.
So you began to run your fingers through his hair slowly messaging his scalp. "mmhn... y/n" he groaned slightly. A smile slightly tugged at your lips as you slowly began to love the sounds he was making completely forgetting about the movie in general. Your other hand slips down to his cover dick. You start to press down on his sensitive area as a moan slips past his lips. You feel him getting hard. Before he can look down at what you're doing you tug at his hair keeping his eyes focused on the the screen. "Who said you could look at what I'm doing to you hmm?" you question him, you can hear his breathing quicken. "No one m-mistress" You smiled "Good. Now do me a favor and be a good boy." He nodded his head yes and bit his bottom lip. "Miss, can you please touch me for real, I wanna feel you"
"I don't know if you deserve to feel me. How 'bout you beg for it." You can see the desire in his eyes as he bucks his hips up and your hand trying to get any type of friction between his legs. "fuck Please I've been so good for you. I'll fuck you so hard, please mistress" he pled. You couldn't help yourself you got on your knees and pulled his pants down. He was only left with his dick hitting his belly. The sight was eye candy. As he hiss at the coldness of the air hitting his dick. You can see how hard he was as precum leaked from the tip of his dick. You lick the tip of his dick while holding eye contact with him. His breath hitch slightly with the sudden sensation from your tongue. You engulf his dick down and swirled your tongue at the tip and licking up all of his precum. “Omg mistress… it feels so… fuck” just hearing him try his hardest trying to form words just was turn on itself.
He grip the sides of the sofa with fingers nails making scratches on sofa. You began to message his balls and this sent him over the edge. “If you keep at it im g-gonna cum” he said in a shaky voice. You continued the same actions with your mouth swallowing him whole. He through his head back and moaned loudly. He bucked his hips into your mouth and hot cum shot down your throat. You gladly swallow all of it.
You left your mouth off his dick with a poping sound. His body went limp and his breathing slowed “damn I wasn’t expecting that” San let out in a huff.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest” you said. You can see blush come across his face. “Can I… um. Fuck you now mistress” San said to you with lustful eyes.
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A/N: dude it’s been so long since I’ve written something I low-key feel like Coryxkenshin leaving for 9 months and then come back with a banger. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this I don’t know when I’m coming back with something else.
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