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can't take my eyes off of you - c.s

perv!choi san x fem!reader

cw - boy next door san, 70s college!au, porn with (minor) plot, smut, lots of candy, mentions of sex toys and porn, san consumes a lot of porn, dirty talk, mild exhibitionism, dumbification themes, masturbation, blowjobs, cum eating/sharing, multiple orgasms, creampie

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You’d known San since before you could walk or talk. You’d grown up next door to each other and were best friends only in the way that kids who spend a lot of time with each other are best friends. Even though you and San were joined at the hip until you were about fourteen years old, your friendship was nonchalant and focused mainly around lounging around in each other’s bedrooms or running up the phone bill to discuss TV show plots and which actors were the most attractive. He was a sweet, constant presence in your life, and even when you stopped hanging out, the two of you would turn your bedroom lights on and off a few times before going to sleep so that the other could see the light flashing from their bedroom window - a makeshift-morse-code way of saying goodnight.

Throughout high school you’d still hang out in San’s bedroom every now and then. You didn’t know as much about him anymore since you didn’t see each other often outside of school, but there were a few things you picked up on. A few things that felt weird to know, considering the two of you weren’t particularly close. By the time you and him had graduated, San had gathered a rather impressive collection of shoplifted porno magazines that he kept in three seperate stacks under his bed: one for Playboy magazines, one for Playgirl magazines (his favourite, apparently) and another for miscellaneous magazines. He’d also gathered a reputation - to put it mildly. To put it bluntly, most people thought that San was gross.

There were mixed rumours - some that he’d made out with teachers for better grades, some that he’d been caught poking around the girls' locker rooms - but the general consensus was that everybody was reluctant to be around him for fear they’d get caught up in one of the rumours about him. And since you were one of the very few people who was known to talk to him, people expected more gossip from you which, for better or for worse, you didn’t have. You knew that he had plans to study visual languages and history at the local college but aside from that, there wasn’t much gossip you could supply. Which was probably for the best, you told yourself.

And by the time the two of you settled into your college courses and got used to the people in your classes and dorms a couple of years later, most of the rumours about San had died down. Even if you ruffled San’s hair most of the times you walked past him or he occasionally bought you a lollipop to drop in front of you in the canteen, there wasn’t much you knew about San anymore. Which probably wasn’t for the best, but there wasn’t much you could do about it. At least that’s what you told yourself.

A few years into college, you heard that San was working at the sex shop in town (which everybody you knew seemed to hate, because nobody wanted one of their classmates scanning their lube every time they were there). It was a little odd. Sure, San had almost always had a centerfold or two up on his bedroom wall toward the end of high school, but you couldn’t imagine him working at a sex shop - at the very least not one where all of your classmates shopped. Out of curiosity, you went to the store yourself one day.

San looked perfectly content behind the till, as though he were working somewhere as mundane as a CD store or a coffee shop. You greeted him as casually as you could, cheeks heating up as you looked around, realising very suddenly that there wasn’t anything you wanted to look at here, now that you’d seen him. You took a few steps away from him, busying yourself with tugging at one of the belt loops on your pants.

“Let me know if you need help or advice,” he called after you. He sounded just as cheery as when he used to yell goodnight to you from his bedroom window. You turned to give him a small nod and kept walking away from the till. When you turned back once more, you found that San was still watching you, his eyes no longer focused on your face. Your heart did a somersault as you cleared your throat.

“Actually, I’ve never been here before,” you admitted, trying to steady your voice. “Can you help me out?”

The smile that spread itself across San’s face was unlike any of the sweet smiles he’d given you before, his eyes briefly flicking up to meet yours as he looked you up and down. Your stomach filled with butterflies so aggressive that for a second you worried you might throw up. He made his way over to you and let his hand rest on your lower back - a friendly touch, you told yourself, ignoring the way his fingertips briefly dipped below the waistband of your pants.

“Sure, I’ll show you around,” he said. All at once, his smile was back to the regular one you were used to, his dimples showing briefly. He was the same San as always. Why did you think he’d be any different just because he was working at a sex shop? You let his hand keep resting on your back as he showed you around the store, more at ease than you’d ever seen him before. You ended up not buying anything, mostly out of embarrassment at the idea of San knowing what you were interested in, but he offered you a bottle of lube and a few condoms on your way out anyway.

“They’re always good to have,” he told you as he settled behind the till again. You gave him the same awkward nod as when you arrived at the store. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah! I’ll see you around Sannie,” you replied.

To your surprise, you did see him not long after that, a familiar hand setting down a strawberry lollipop in front of you while you sat in the library, textbook in your lap. You looked up to find San looking down at you with a sheepish smile.

“Can I sit with you?” he asked, his voice so quiet that he might as well have been only mouthing the words. You nodded, unwrapping the lollipop as quietly as you could despite the ‘No Food & Drinks’ sign on the wall beside you. You turned your attention back to your textbook, looking up after a while to find that San didn’t have any school material of his own, arms crossed on the table and his head resting on top of them while he looked at you.

“Where’s your stuff?” you asked, keeping your voice as low as possible around the lollipop in your mouth. He raised his eyebrows, lips forming a small pout.

“I just wanted to sit with you,” he whispered back. He picked up the lollipop wrapper, folding it up absentmindedly before looking at you again. “Remember you used to do that thing where you’d pretend the lollipop was lipgloss?”

You hummed in confusion, a small snort escaping you when you realised what he meant. You pulled the lollipop out of your mouth, still wet with spit, before smearing it over your lips. It was sticky, the sweet smell of artificial strawberry filling your nose even as you pulled the lollipop away. You looked up to meet San’s eyes, except they were focused on your lips, so that you couldn’t make eye contact with him. You licked the layer of sticky, sweet saliva off of your lips before it could dry, watching as San’s Adam’s apple shifted up and down when he swallowed.

“Is that what you meant?” you asked, putting the lollipop back in your mouth. He nodded. There was a short while of silence as you continued to read from your textbook, distracted only when San let out a soft groan, almost unnoticeable. You looked up to find that his face was hidden in his arms now and that the tips of his ears were tinted pink. “San? You okay?”

He nodded, shifting forward in his chair. Not even a minute passed by before he stood up in a hurry, making far too much noise for a library as he pushed his chair back under the table you were at.

“I’ll see you around,” he called out, getting briefly scolded by the librarian on his way out. You chewed on the lollipop until a small piece chipped off, crunching it between your teeth. You mulled over that same phrase. I’ll see you around. It had sounded so nonchalant back at the sex shop but now it had come out as though he were running for his life. Had you really lost track of San so much that even his goodbyes felt like a mystery? You pushed the thought out of your head. It was just regular old San. You took the lollipop out of your mouth and smeared it over your lips again, remembering his reaction. A smile plastered itself onto your face. Yeah, just regular old San.

San’s rushed ‘I’ll see you around’ became a common occurrence after that. So did a few other things. Like his flushed cheeks (as it turned out, his blushing had the ability to spread down his neck, all the way to the smattering of freckles close to his shirt collars) and his quiet company at the library (he never did bring any textbooks with him). It was the same kind of friendship you’d had when you were younger: laidback and not much more than exchanged favours and small talk. More often than not you were tempted to ask him why he’d made the effort to pick up your friendship again now or why he blushed when you unwrapped lollipops and why his eyes always lingered on any part of your body that wasn’t your face. You never did ask him, though. You weren’t keen on possibly embarrassing yourself if your observations were wrong.

“Hey,” San’s voice said from behind you, pulling your attention away from your lunch. You tilted your head up, finding him looking down at you with his lips pressed into a thin line. A smile played on your lips.

“What’s up?” you replied. He glanced around at the other people sitting at your table, sucking on his bottom lip.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked. Your eyes widened at the sudden seriousness, pushing your chair back a little to follow him out of the cafeteria, struggling to keep up with his rushed walk. He came to an abrupt stop, so much so that you bumped into his back, your face heating up in embarrassment. When he turned around to look at you, he almost looked guilty. Emphasis on the almost. “My, uh, roommate dropped out. And I know you already have a room and everything but I wanted to ask if you want to move into mine?”

“Oh,” you said, mouth dropping open in surprise. That wasn’t exactly what you’d expected from the look on his face when he’d approached you in the cafeteria. “Is that even allowed, San?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I just-” he cut himself off, making eye contact with you. This time, his eyes didn’t fall to look anywhere else other than your face. “I don’t like having a room alone and there’s not a lot of other people I talk to here.”

“Oh,” you repeated, contemplating his words. There was a long list of pros and cons to accepting San’s invite, but the biggest pro right now would be seeing San’s pretty smile, accompanied by creased eyes and shallow dimples. Your heart fluttered at the thought and you sighed. “Okay. Just until you get assigned another roommate.”

San’s smile upon hearing your words had been just as pretty as you expected, his voice pitched a little higher than usual as he thanked you and told you where his room was. He handed you a pack of Love Hearts candy instead of the usual lollipop he bought for you, and headed off in the direction he’d come from. You tried to ignore the whispers about San when you sat back down to finish eating, even when someone not-so-discreetly asked ‘isn’t that the guy whose roommate dropped out because he’s a creep?’. You stared down at the small messages printed onto the pack of candy, smiling when you saw the one that said ‘kiss me’. You shrugged your shoulders at the question - some things never changed.

Apparently, that included San’s room too. He still had magazines under his bed (though the stacks were significantly smaller) and he still had a few magazine cut outs taped to the wall by his desk (though the pictures were significantly less erotic). He was tidy (or as tidy as any guy his age tended to be) and offered to do your laundry along with his, saving you money and a weekly trip to the laundromat. He gifted you candy less often - but you supposed that was only because it wouldn’t be healthy for him to give you lollipops everyday. Occasionally you’d come back to the room and find one of his magazines left open (you’d had the luck to never see any fully nude men or women) but you couldn’t complain when he was the most relaxed roommate you’d ever had. You fell into the easy routine of seeing him everyday and falling asleep to the sound of his barely-audible snores without any trouble.

It was a few weeks after moving into his room that San dropped a few coupons on your bedside table, your eyebrows raising when you saw what they were for.

“Why’d you bring me coupons from the sex shop?” you asked him, setting aside the book you’d been reading.

“They make for a pretty good deal. If you buy the right stuff, it ends up being half price,” he explained, as though this made perfect sense. You picked up one of the slips of paper, examining each side as though you might find some hidden secret that would tell you exactly why San had gifted these to you. You felt your stomach flip-flop at the notion that San would see sex toys on sale and think of you.

“I don’t usually buy that kind of stuff,” you mumbled, setting it aside.

“Hm? If it’s because you don’t know what to get, I can help. I have a bunch of-”

“No!” you yelped, startling San into silence. You could see that he was reaching for his closet door and your mind began to race at the thought of what he was reaching for. Was it more magazines? Did he have a catalog for the shop? Or was it really a bunch of sex toys that he was willingly going to show you? If your stomach had flip-flopped earlier, it was all but tied in knots now. “I can figure it out by myself.”

“Right, yeah,” he murmured. You watched him gather a set of clothes, leaning against the door as he opened it. “I’ll be back soon.”

You nodded, watching him leave with a soft huff. You stared at his closet door for what felt like hours (when you checked the time it had only been three minutes), pulling at a loose thread on your pyjama shirt until it unravelled. Surely it was just more magazines. You let out another huff, louder this time, before stepping over to his closet. All it would take was one second to see the magazines and then you’d close the door and be done with it. You swallowed your guilt at looking through his stuff and opened the door, crouching down to get a closer look at the boxes at the bottom of the closet. Although you could admit that you hadn’t entirely been expecting magazines but you definitely hadn’t been expecting the extensive collection of sex toys San had neatly organised at the bottom of his closet.

You slammed the closet door shut loud enough that you were sure the entire corridor heard it, ignoring the heat between your legs in favour of picking up your book again. When San came back, you offered him a stiff smile and turned onto your side in bed so that you wouldn’t have to look him in the eye.

“Can I turn off the lights?” he asked, flipping the switch only when you gave him a hum of assent. “Goodnight.”

You resisted the urge to ask him why he seemed to have the entire stock of the sex shop in his closet and mumbled back a soft ‘goodnight’.

It would be an understatement to say that you tried not to think too much about it. When you weren’t in class you tried your best to be busy, avoiding being around San for any longer than you had to. But there was only so much money you could spend on going to the cinema and only so much time you could spend loitering in the parking lot to listen to the music playing from other people’s cars. At the end of the day, San was still the person you had to see everyday, regardless of whether the sight of him made your mind fill with radio static.

There was an infinite amount of questions you wanted to ask him. Did he really need that much lube? Weren’t vibrators usually meant for women? Was he using all those toys for himself? And if he was, could he really fit a dildo that big inside of him? How did he ever find time to use them if he had to share a room? When you watched him get ready to sleep, stray drops of water clinging to his neck and his cheeks still pink from the hot water of his shower, you almost blurted them out. But by the time you’d worked up your courage, he was telling you to sleep well with a smile on his lips that made your heart skip a beat.

Had he always been this handsome? You wondered how much more handsome he looked when his fingers were slick with lube and his forehead was shiny with sweat. You mentally kicked yourself for thinking of him like that and swore not to think of it again, but the thought was back as soon as you saw him the next morning.

“Hey,” San called out to you. It was a Saturday and neither of you had classes, so San had slept in even after you’d woken up and gone to shower, his cheeks puffy from sleep as he sat up to look at you. He sounded half-asleep and you hoped that he was, because the way his voice made your knees weak was not something you wanted him to notice.

“Good morning,” you called back, picking up a set of textbooks and notebooks while he rearranged his bed sheets around himself.

“Are you going out?” he asked, clearing his throat when his voice came out deeper than usual. You hummed softly as you turned to look at him.

“Yeah, I’m going out,” you answered, trying not to think about what San’s question entailed. He nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and not reacting much when you pushed open the door. “I’ll be back in the afternoon.”

“See you,” he mumbled, already settling back down to sleep again before you shut the door.

Your walk to the library was a distracted one, your mind circling around San’s morning voice that you should’ve gotten used to by now, his sleepy face and the way his cheek looked when it pressed against his pillow. It was this distraction that screwed you over in the end - you’d already arranged your books in the small library corner you and your friends had decided to sit in when you realised that you’d forgotten your pencil case.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath.

The walk back to the room was decidedly less distracted as you tried to come up with an apology for San in case you were to wake him up when he’d only just gone back to sleep. You kept your fingers crossed that he’d already left to shower or get breakfast. You were pulled out of your train of thought when you made it to the room to find that the door wasn’t properly shut.

It wasn’t cracked open, leaving nothing on the inside visible, but the door latch was resting outside of the frame instead of being inside of the frame and fully shut the way you’d left it. Maybe San had left to shower and not closed it properly? Or had you been so caught up in trying to get out of the room that you hadn’t noticed leaving the door open? You leaned forward and pulled the door open just enough to peek inside, your heart jumping into your throat at the display before you.

You knew that you shouldn't keep looking. All you had to do was close the door and come back in an hour. Really, watching the guy you'd known all your life jerk off wasn't something you'd ever planned on doing but fuck, San looked pretty when he was flushed and moaning. You stared open-mouthed at him laying back in his bed with his eyes squeezed shut, a Playgirl magazine by his feet and a bottle of lube on the floor close to him. His bottom lip was swollen and wet with spit and the breathy moans that he let out were so soft you had to strain yourself to hear them. For all your determination to leave, you couldn't find it in yourself to move from where you were standing.

You let your eyes move from his face down to where his hand was, lingering on his neat happy trail for a moment before your sight landed on the fabric bunched up in his hand. You really shouldn’t have kept looking.

“Are those my fucking panties, San?”

San’s eyes shot open, jaw dropping as he sat up so quickly that he must’ve made himself dizzy, almost tipping forward as he tried to look at you. He didn’t answer your question but he didn’t really need to when he was still holding your underwear against his dick, eyes focused on your face as though he hadn’t just been caught masturbating.

“I’m gonna do the laundry later,” he mumbled, as though this excused his actions.

“San that’s not- the door is open,” you hissed at him. He let out a groan at your words and you couldn’t help but look back down at his cock, noticing the way his fist tightened as precum leaked from his tip, staining the material of your panties. Your thighs pressed together thoughtlessly, your stomach filling with a familiar warmth. “Did you seriously want someone to walk in on you?”

He let out another groan, hips bucking upward into his hand. You pulled your attention back up to his face, your breath getting caught in your throat when you found that he was staring back at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Wanted you to see,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. And fuck, that really shouldn’t have been as hot as it was but it seemed you hadn’t learned your lesson about looking away on time. You stepped inside and shut the door behind you.

“Show me, then,” you replied. He raised his brows in confusion, lips automatically forming a pout as he did so. You took a deep breath. “Show me what you wanted me to see.”

You’d never seen a more enthusiastic nod in your life, San’s lips parting to let out a sharp moan as he began to fuck up into his fist. His fingers were slick with lube just how you’d imagined they would be, holding onto your panties so tightly that his knuckles turned white as he rutted against the soft fabric, his chest rising and falling irregularly. You noted the shine of lube spread over his nipples and the way his bottom lip caught between his teeth when he gave a particularly rough thrust up into his hand. He looked like something right out of the magazine that was at the foot of his bed and for once you almost understood the appeal of the tacky porn he was so enamoured with.

“Feels good,” he whined, eyes squeezing shut.

“Yeah?” you asked, swallowing the lump of nerves and arousal in your throat to kneel in front of him on his bed. He nodded eagerly, not opening his eyes even when you placed your hand on his knee. His skin was almost feverish beneath yours and the feeling made you shiver.

“Feels good making a mess of your panties,” he continued.

“San-”

“Makes me think of you wearing them with my cum still on them, walking around all day with my cum on your cunt,” he practically sighed out. You swore under your breath as you imagined his sticky cum against your skin. His grip on his cock tightened when you slid your hand down the inside of his thigh, tracing a fingertip along the neatly groomed hair at the base of his stomach. “Want you to watch me cum.”

“Just watch?” you prompted, his movements coming to an abrupt stop. He opened his eyes to look at you, still gasping shallowly in an attempt to catch his breath. After a moment of silence, he shook his head.

“Want you to make me cum,” he corrected himself. “I want to fuck you until you’re dumb on my cock.”

You were tempted to make an offhand comment about how he watched too much porn but his words made your mind fuzzy, the panties you were currently wearing sticking to your skin as your arousal grew. You leaned forward until your nose was against his, your ruined panties thrown aside and forgotten as San placed his hands on your hips.

“Go on, then,” you whispered, San’s breath hot on your lips. “Make me dumb.”

His lips were just as heated as the rest of him when they met yours, overeager and clumsy as he kissed you, his tongue licking into your mouth the moment you parted your lips against his. His hands made quick work of your belt and pants, so steady in comparison to his lips that it made your head spin. He pushed his hands beneath your underwear, gripping your ass tightly enough that a moan escaped you, quickly swallowed by his lips. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected both of you, his mouth pulling into a grin.

“Think you can do as good a job with my dick as you do with all those lollipops?” he asked, pulling one of his hands back to slap your ass. You whined at the words, remembering every single time he’d handed you a lollipop that you’d accepted without hesitation. “You could even use my cum as lip gloss, right?”

“Fucking hell, San,” you groaned, shuddering at the thought.

His hand rested on the back of your head, a firm presence even though he wasn’t pushing you. You nodded, pushing your pants the rest of the way off before lowering yourself down so that you were face to face with his dick. It was pretty like this, flushed an angry red and twitching before you even had a chance to touch it, the head slick with a mixture of precum and lube that tasted odd when you finally leaned forward to press your lips against it. You smeared it over your lips the way you had done with the strawberry lollipop when San had asked you to, smiling when his dick pulsed in your hand.

“Pretty,” he complimented, cut off by a groan when you took him into your mouth, tongue pressing against the frenulum as you sank down. His grip tightened on the back of your head, hips bucking upward to fuck into your mouth. The head of his dick met your throat before you could take half of him, drool spilling past your lips as you gagged on his length. He groaned, his hand moving so that he could stroke his thumb against your cheek before he gave a sharp thrust into your mouth. “How is it? Better than all that cheap candy?”

You hummed a yes around his length, bobbing your head up and down as tears gathered in your eyes. You could taste his precum when you pulled off, dragging your tongue against the tip and swallowing the bitter fluid. You chanced a look up at him, smiling when you saw how wrecked he looked. You pumped his dick with both of your hands, keeping your lips against the tip as you did.

“Cum, Sannie,” you said, trying and failing to keep the pleading tone out of your voice. He smiled that same odd smile that you weren’t used to seeing - you recognised it now for what it was: a cocky and lustful smile that was anything but sweet San you knew. The smile broke when you squeezed his dick, his mouth dropping open as he came all over your hands and lips. His voice was strained, hand squeezing the back of your neck as he groaned your name, vision unfocused even though he was still looking down at you. With the same practiced movement, you used the head of his dick to cover your lips in his cum, grinning up at him.

Once he’d come down from his high, hips still lazily fucking up into your hands, he smiled down at you.

“Looks better than lip gloss,” he said. His hand moved from the back of your neck to the front, squeezing your throat as he pulled you towards him. “C’mere.”

You could barely breathe from how he was holding your throat but you still gasped when he leaned in to lick the cum from your lips, taking his time to collect all of it. When he’d gotten all of it, he pulled back to show you the white liquid on his tongue before he leaned in again to kiss you, sharing his cum with you as though it were something as casual as a piece of gum. He pulled away, examining your expression with a seriousness you’d never seen on him before. His dick was still hard, twitching when you ran a finger up the underside of it.

“Where do you want my cum next?” he asked, letting go of your throat to push his hands up your shirt and snap the elastic of your bra against your skin. “Tits? Ass? Inside of you?”

“I want-” your voice trailed off as you tried to think of where you wanted him to cum. You let his hands move to your ass again, barely noticing how he guided you to grind against his thigh. The sudden pressure between your legs made you gasp, hands unsteadily gripping San’s shoulders as you followed his touch, pressing your clit forward against his thigh. “Anywhere you want. You can cum anywhere you want, San.”

“You know I’d cum all over you if I could,” he practically growled in your ear. “All over your face and cunt and clothes - cover you in cum and make you walk all the way to the showers without cleaning up, so everybody could see you covered in it.”

The thought made your cheeks heat up and you hated the way San giggled when he noticed how much his words affected you.

“I’ll cum inside you this time, since you have to get back to studying soon,” he teased, nosing at your cheek for a brief moment. The sudden light affection made you giddy. “We’ll leave making a mess of you for next time.”

Next time. That sounded like a good deal.

His movements now were less careful than they had been when he had taken your pants off, almost tearing your shirt in his hurry to get it off, discarded on the floor along with your bra the second he’d gotten it off you. His touches were bruising now, pleasure mixing with pain as he pushed you onto your back and leaned down to bite every inch of skin he could reach. His teeth dug into your skin as he sucked on it, causing you to cry out each time he pulled off with a wet pop. By the time he reached where you wanted him most, you were impatient, tugging on his hair.

“Hurry up,” you muttered, letting your head fall back against the bed when he finally tugged your panties off and threw them aside. One of his fingers pushed against your entrance, his breath warm against your clit as he began to fuck you open.

“I don’t think you’re dumb enough for me yet,” he taunted, his thumb pressing just above your clit but not close enough to touch it. Your back arched in an attempt to get his touch where you wanted it. He pushed a second finger into you, grinning at the lewd sound that came from thrusting both of his fingers into you at once. “You can get dumber for me, right? You’re already so wet, you can manage a little more.”

You nodded, a strangled whine leaving you when San changed the angle of his fingers, aiming differently each time until your hips bucked upwards, a particularly loud cry of his name leaving your lips.

“There,” you whined, gasping when he thrust his fingers harder against the same spot.

“There?” he asked, a mocking lilt to his voice. You nodded dumbly, focused only on San’s calculated movements inside of you. Your entrance stretched when he added a third finger, drawing another loud moan from you. Your clit was throbbing by now, your eyes filling with tears at San’s inattention to how you were aching for his touch there. The moment you reached down to touch yourself, San’s hand slapped yours away, his fingers pulling out of you with a wet sound that made you shudder in embarrassment. “Want you to cum on my cock.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be frustrated by that idea.

“Fuck me already,” you begged, wincing when San delivered a light slap to your pussy, your entire body jolting at the sensation.

“Now you’re dumb enough,” he whispered to himself, sliding his dick against your pussy. You gasped when the head pressed against your clit, your legs moving to wrap around his hips. The action made him smile even when he continued to tease you, slapping his cock against you until you were dripping down onto the bed sheets, coating San in your slick arousal. “Ready?”

You nodded in the same enthusiastic way San had done when you sat down to watch him, your movements faltering as San finally pressed into you.

“Fuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth, not stopping until he had bottomed out inside of you. The stretch was more than his fingers, your entrance aching as he grinded into you without moving, pushing his cock as deep as it could go. Finally, San moved his hand to rub circles into your clit, swearing under his breath when you clenched around him at the action.

“San,” you groaned, covering your face as he began to make shallow thrusts into you, never once stopping his movements against your clit. You could feel your stomach filling with heat and while you didn’t want to cum already, San wasn’t leaving you with a lot of options, each move of his hips rougher than the last.

“Let me see your face,” he demanded. When you shook your head no, he moved his hand away from your clit, grinning at the long whine of protest you let out.

“Fuck you,” you spat at him, although the words contained no bite, moving your arm away from your face to find San watching you with his lip caught between his teeth. His thumb immediately found your clit again, brows pulling together when you tightened around him at the feeling. You opened your mouth to warn him that you were going to cum but you didn’t catch yourself in time, your legs trembling as you came on his dick. He groaned, his thrusts sloppy as you shook below him throughout your orgasm. Each slam of his hips made you shudder all over, your cunt clamping down around his length. You gasped for breath as you came down from your high, barely able to recover from the way San was still relentlessly fucking into you. “Wait, too fast-”

He nodded, moving his hand away from your clit without slowing his thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good,” he mumbled. He leaned down to kiss your forehead as steadily as he could. “Better than I ever thought you would.”

You felt flustered by the words, moving to cover your face only for San to stop you, squeezing your hand before he set it aside.

“Let me see your pretty face when I cum,” he said, slamming his hips into yours so that the sound of skin-on-skin and the lewd noises of how wet you were were the only things audible in the room. He gripped your legs, settling them over his shoulders before continuing to fuck into you, your breath knocked out of your lungs with how much deeper he felt in this position.

“Sannie, wait,” you whimpered, your breaths stuttering as you grabbed onto his waist. He only hummed in response, his thrusts less and less calculated now. When you didn’t say anything in return, your nails digging into his waist as he felt your cunt pulse with need, he grinned.

“Gonna cum again?” he asked, grinding forward into you. “Gonna cum while I fill you up?”

You nodded, pushing your hips up to meet his thrusts as your second orgasm hit you like a truck, your vision going white. San’s thrusts faltered before he stilled inside of you, his cock throbbing as he came. He gave a few more languid thrusts, the stimulation almost painful as your orgasm ended, before he pulled out, swearing at the feeling of your entrance dragging against his cock. He sat back on his heels, setting your legs down and watching with rapt curiosity as his cum spilled from your entrance. Wordlessly, he scooped up the liquid with his fingertips before pushing it back into you, his eyes flicking up to your face when you whined at the feeling.

“Fuck,” he whispered, running his dirty fingers over his lips. “You’re hot.”

You sat up, watching his distracted movements.

“You did the lip gloss thing,” you pointed out, laughing when San pulled his fingers away to reveal that his lips were indeed shiny with both of your releases. Before he could wipe it away, you leaned forward to kiss it from his lips, briefly licking along his top lip before pulling back. You were just returning the favour from earlier, you told yourself. He sat there sheepishly, back to the familiar, quiet San you knew now that he’d wrung two orgasms out of you.

“I still have to do the laundry,” he mumbled, gesturing to the soiled sheets you were both sitting on. You snorted.

“Yeah? So you can steal more of my underwear?” you joked.

“Possibly,” he hummed. You didn’t miss the way his dick seemed to be getting hard again. You’d have to ask him about his stamina later. “Come help out, if you want. I’ll get you ice cream.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll pass by the laundromat when I’m done studying,” you offered, getting up and stretching your aching limbs. You’d have to shower now - so much for quickly picking up your pencil case. San watched you dress and gather your toiletries with a content look on his face, not making any effort to move or get dressed himself. You leaned against the door, pausing for a moment as you turned back to look at San. “Hey, San?”

“Yeah?” he hummed, smiling warmly at you.

“Can you really fit dildos that big inside of you?”

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