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[songmingisthighs]

[22.29] bf!san × reader

⇀ some scars don't heal that quick but sometimes it takes the right person proving you wrong to finally let go

⇁ same situation, different shit i guess

genre : angst, hurt/comfort ?, mature, suggestive?

tw : drinking, being drunk, partying, cheating, exes, trauma

wc : 1 k

"What the fuck!?" You exclaimed when you opened the room to see the bitch who had been causing you so much anxiety on top of your boyfriend, riding him to her heart's content. The worst part was that your boyfriend barely acknowledged you while the bitch was smirking at you triumphantly.

Safe to say, you broke up with him the next morning and you avoided house parties at all cost.

No matter what your ex said, how he was drunk so he wasn't able to think clearly, how he thought she was you, how he said that it wasn't his fault that you separated yourself from him, you just couldn't give him a second chance. But the last part made you nauseous because you felt that there was some truth in it. Why had you left him? Did you actually open the opportunity for someone to just swoop in and betray you? The hurt stayed for too long and too deep that you actually retracted yourself, not wanting to trust people.

It wasn't until you started dating San did you start becoming social again. Mostly because as an adorable introvert with a build so stocky he looked like a cartoon character, he was adopted by a lot of extroverts. He treated you like you were a sultan, praising you for the littlest thing and ensuring your safety and satisfaction whenever and wherever.

But even then, he wasn't able to silence the devil in your ear, whispering at you, telling you to doubt him and to always be wary. Sure, you communicate your insecurities and your past trauma to San, and of course, he always assured you and took your feelings seriously, but the pain still haunted you.

So it wasn't a surprise that the first thing you do was panic when you couldn't find San at Wooyoung's house party.

You had slipped away momentarily to calm yourself down, the number of people Wooyoung invited into his house was crazy. How could one person know this many people? You were only gone for 10 minutes tops, going outside to clear your head with fresh air and not having to be pressed ass to ass with other people.

"Fuck, not again," you muttered under your breath, your face hot but cold sweat running down your forehead as the pit in your stomach grew and grew. You really wanted to calmly look for San because you knew very well that San would never betray you, but he was drinking and people can do crazy, unthinkable stuff when drunk especially since San has a low tolerance for alcohol. Or, people can do crazy, unthinkable stuff to drunk people.

Whilst looking for San, you passed Yunho, Mingi, and a giggly Hongjoong who said they didn't see San, Wooyoung who told you that he thought that San was with you, and finally, Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Jongho who said that they saw San retreating quietly to the back before he rushed upstairs to where the rooms were.

Hearing that, you almost puked on Wooyoung's newly carpeted floor because rooms were code for privacy which was also code for sex and the fact that you were not there with him could only mean one thing.

Though pained, you decided that you needed to get it over with so without wasting any more time, you rushed upstairs to catch San in the act.

As his best friend, you knew San had privileges to use Wooyoung's bedroom so you barged in there, hot on your heels to see a sight that brought you to your knees.

There San was, on the floor, petting some pussy.

An actual pussy.

Like a cat.

Where did he get a cat?

Whose cat is that?

"San?? Baby??" you called out, frozen on your spot.

San, caught off guard, stopped his movements to look at you with wide, surprised eyes like a deer in headlights.

"Sannie, what... What..." you couldn't finish your words. The adrenaline that rushed to your head crashed so hard and so quick that you were left confused and baffled.

"I can explain," San said, gathering the cat in his arms and stumbling as he stood up, "She was hungry," he said, trying to steady himself.

It was then that you realized that there was a takeaway box of fried chicken on the floor, the same one you saw in Wooyoung's kitchen not too long ago.

Then it clicked.

San had snuck out while you were out to smuggle a cat in to feed her stolen chicken.

Then it hit you.

Before, your ex had snuck around behind your back to cheat on you while you were distracted which caused you tremendous pain. Now, your boyfriend snuck around behind your back to care for a kitten. The difference was like night and day and it was then wthat ere you were absolutely sure that San was nothing like your ex. He would never hurt you, you were only hurting yourself by not trusting him and even then he had been so patient and so caring, not using your insecurities against you or using it as an excuse.

So when you started tearing up, you were absolutely sure that those were tears of relief. But San, in his drunken state, totally misinterpreted the situation. "Oh no no no no no, baby, I'm so sorry!" he panicked, rushing to you to wipe your tears with one hand, one fried chicken-smelling hand, while the other held onto the kitten who seemed like she had no problem being handled like a ragdoll. "Baby, Please don't cry! I-I- I didn't mean to- I'll feed you chicken too!" He stammered, rushing to the abandoned box of fried chicken, picking up a piece and tried feeding you with it.

His gesture of chaotic gentleness made you crack up as you laughed slightly but welcomed the leg by taking a small bite and started chewing. You wanted to tell him about what happened, what you felt, but right then and there, with the cat and the chicken, you figured you could wait until the next day. At that moment, you simply wanted to enjoy the amazing creature that is your boyfriend.

"Babe, do you think we can take this home?"

"I guess we can take the cat home, Sannie,"

"I was talking about the chicken but OKAY!"

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[daemour]

[18.53] Choi San

pairing: san x reader

wc: 540

warnings: jokey gaslighting

genre: fluff, established relationship, e for everyone

this was inspired by @beenbaanbuun's Cold drabble of a similar but flipped nature! San being the furnace that he is.

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"Get away, San. Not right now," you groan, lying on the floor with your iced tea beside you. "I love you but I am not cuddling you."

"Why not," San whines, inching closer and closer from where he stands across the room. "I just want love from my baby, is that too much to ask?"

“It’s too hot, and you’re like a living furnace. I’m going to melt into the floorboards.” You can hear him shuffling closer and closer to you, and you crack an eye open to muster a weak glare.

San huffs, and you swear he should look into acting because you swear his eyes are glistening with unshed tears. He takes another step forward and you gather energy to roll over a few times to avoid any potential radiating body heat from your loving heater.

“San,” you groan, drawing out the vowel in his name and squeezing your eyes shut. “Please, I’ll cuddle you later tonight when the fan is blowing through my body into my bones. Just not right now.”

“So you hate me.”

You crack an eye open to see San’s pouting face and stick your tongue out at him. “Nuh-uh, mister. It’s not going to work on me this time. No gaslighting here. This is a no-gaslighting zone. There’s a sign.”

You point to a hastily written post-it note on your fan. You’ve learnt your lesson quickly after San utilised his new skill (that you told him about) on you to get you to cuddle during the winter. This only makes a small wrinkle appear between your boyfriend’s eyebrows.

“But I want to cuddle you,” he whines loud enough to put a toddler who was just told ‘no’ to shame. “Why would you deprive me of my one joy in life?”

You blink up at him, the epitome of innocence. “So you only use me for cuddles? Isn’t my happiness enough to be your one joy in life, hence, you should wait to cuddle till tonight?”

San glares at your bulletproof argument…at least you thought it was bulletproof. But a glint sparks in his eye. “YN, you said it yourself. You broke the rule. It’s a no gaslighting zone.”

“Now, hold up! I wasn’t gaslighting! I was just…trying to clarify! There was no gaslighting happening.”

San shakes his head slowly. “Nuh-uh. You can’t trick me this time. And you know what your punishment will be?” He inches closer. “Cuddles.”

Now it’s your turn to whine, but it doesn’t stop San from getting down onto the floor with you, throwing his arms around you to pull you into his chest. And, just as you expected and feared, his body is radiating heat like nobody's business. You groan, trying to wriggle enough space between your bodies for some airflow, but there’s no winning against San’s grip.

“Stop shifting so much and maybe you won’t be so hot,” San chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back as he presses a kiss to the back of your neck.

You sigh like all of life’s problems are weighing down on you. “Yeah, yeah. Can you move the fan in front of me?”

As the cooling breeze settles in front of you, you finally let San take his win…once again.

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[6:32 pm]

Non-Idol AU TW: None Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified [Other Groups Masterlist] | [Timestamp Masterlist]

'I think my boyfriend's a mob boss' You texted your friend that evening. You sat across from your long-time boyfriend, keywords long-time, while you each enjoyed your anniversary dinner.

It was at a nice place, nice actually wasn't the best word to describe it, you'd probably be better off calling it extravagant. 'Our anniversary has to be perfect,' San told you, and of course you believed him, but where the money came from to afford this place alluded you. As far as you knew, he was an accountant, and he insisted that you didn't even have to think about working now that his finances have stabilized.

But... you were pretty damn sure he was a mob boss.

"Sorry, babe, give me a second," San pulled out a flip phone and bent down slightly to answer it in a hushed voice. "Is it done?" You could barely hear him over the chatter. "Good. Tie up the loose ends." He broke the phone in half and dunked it into his water glass. You, meanwhile, watched silently as he did so.

Accountants don't just do that.

"Sorry about that," he clears his throat and relaxes into his chair, "what do you think of the dinner?"

"It's delicious," you answered absentmindedly, still staring at the glass.

"Excuse me," San rose his hand and, in seconds, a waiter returned and took the glass out of sight. "It's been a while since you and I had a nice dinner like this, don't you think?" He looks at you the same way he always had, with a soft gaze with nothing but love. You took in a deep breath.

"It has, I miss you," you decided to overlook it. You decided to overlook the spot of red on his dress shirt that was peeked out from under his tux.

"You have no idea how often I think of you," he smiles. "I can't wait to finally finish this assignment of mine, I'll have more time to spend with you, where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere with you is fine," you loved the surprises he had lined up for you, it was one of the things he always promised you.

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere."

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09:30 — don't know where you are right now, did you see me on tv? i'll try not to starve myself, just because you're mad at me, and i'll be in denial for at least a little while, what about the plans we made? | tv by billie eilish

san sat in the dressing room, using the towel given to him to wipe his forehead from his sweat, pulling out his phone from his bag to look at his messages; if there were any.

only to his disappointment to see that there were none.

not a single message from you, even telling him how amazing he performed like you normally did. he felt nauseous.

it was really over.

his fingers lingered on the home screen, frowning to himself before he tossed his phone aside, feeling anger and resentment towards you.

but he loved and missed you so much. please don't take his thoughts the wrong way.

he just needed you.

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9:00p.m

San x Reader

Warning: Cussing

Note: Anon requested a San timestamp where they're cuddling and watching t.v.

"Jesus! fuck" you jump in place on the couch, a jump scare had just popped up on a scary movie that you were watching with San.

"Did that really get you?" San laughed softly, looking at you

"Maybe...shut up" you grumbled, crossing your arms

"Never" He kissed your cheek "don't worry...I'll protect you"

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his side as you continued watching the movie.

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[7:10pm] make it bouncy | c.sn

cw: smut, post-concert sex, cowgirl position, dom!san, gn!reader, reader frothing at the mouth over san’s big boobs (me too)

thinking about bouncy!san during the concert… with this specific outfit..

him all dropped out in nothing but sinful black leather, that singular vest barely covering up his bulging muscles, leaving little to the imagination.

his pecs look especially good in this outfit. unbuttoned just perfectly to get a good view of that honey bronze skin, glistening under stage lights while san dances like it’s his last breath. you felt especially needy backstage, wanting to lick the damn sweat off of his gorgeous chest as your devastatingly sexy man charmed the crowd with his sultry dance moves.

and you know how san gets during and after concerts. pumped, excited, a little too bold. and horny. very horny.

san doesn’t even think straight near the end of the concert. his mind is just hazy, all fogged up with the thoughts of you taking his fat dick like a champ after he just experienced the best adrenaline highs during his performances.

so you’re usually holed up backstage with your man, probably in some sort of storage room. san lays back and unbuttons his shirt just enough to show off that gorgeous, glowing skin, moaning in delight as your hands lather all over his chest while you ride him like a cowboy.

“mmngh… fuck, baby. keep ridin’ my cock like that— ya might snap it off..” san groaned loudly, his voice husky and shameless. his large hands were braced on your hips as he bounced you up and down on his dick.

you moaned at the sound of that, voice hoarse and broken. god, you couldn’t even keep up with san’s rhythm, too pleasured to think straight, and too mesmerized by the sight of san’s impeccable chest right before your eyes.

“s-san—…!”

your body acted before you could think. hands shot out to palm and lather all over san’s chest while he fucked into you from below, making the dancer huff out a filthy chuckle and fuck you harder.

“ohh yeah.. that’s it, babe. touch me right there.” san praised deeply, his hands smoothing down to your ass cheeks, spreading them apart further while he pounded into you upwards.

“so fuckin’ needy, ain’t ya darling?” he growled lewdly into your ear, spanking your ass hard enough to make you yelp. “you like touching my chest? you like it when you ride me?”

you nodded so fast, it almost made you dizzy.

“good.” san mused, before flipping you onto your back.

“now, be good for me and spread those pretty legs wide.”

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[3:00 PM]

"Appa, I want to eat!" called the small voice of Choi Bada from the tiny playpen you and San had built for her a few years ago.

"Aww, is my baby hungry? Don't worry, appa's coming!" you heard your husband say as he gently placed Byeol, the family cat, back in her spot before hurrying over to his precious little princess.

You could only sigh, clutching the worn-out plush that once belonged to him, as another wave of pain hit you relentlessly. So much for hoping to spend the day in his loving arms. "It's just you and me now, Shiber. I'm no longer at the top of his priority list."

The man snorted as he scooped up your daughter, carrying her over to the dining table where the lunch he had made earlier still sat untouched, thanks to your late breakfast, and removed the covers. "You do know I can hear you, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "Good, I wanted you to hear," you shot back, grimacing as another vicious cramp attacked your lower abdomen.

He smirked, busy reheating the food, and planted a kiss on the child's head. "You know damn well you'll always be my number one. Besides, I've already pitched a solution, and the offer still stands. If you'd just agree, we could get to work and, you know, banish that pain."

Resisting the urge to launch Shiber at him, you slapped a hand over your forehead. "Please, never mention that 'solution' again. I have never heard anything dumber in my life."

"Oh, come on! It would stop your period for nine months, and Bada would finally get a baby brother," he said, turning to your daughter. "You want a baby brother, don't you?"

Your daughter clapped her hands, grinning from her high chair. "Yes, yes, eomma! Bada wants baby brother!"

Smiling at your little mini-me, you pushed yourself off the couch and walked over, leaning down to kiss her chubby cheeks. "We'll think about it, sweetie. But first, let's eat." You swiped the plate from San's hands, placed it in front of her, and watched as she dug in with her new utensils like the little champ she was.

Feeling your husband's hands snake around your waist from behind, you spun around and whispered with a pointed finger, "Stop filling her head with ideas! Do you seriously think pregnancy is the answer to menstrual cramps? Have you conveniently forgotten about contraction pain, my guy?"

He pouted, tightening his hold around you, pressing his forehead against yours, and whispered, "But my love, doesn't the pleasure always make the pain go away?"

Flustered, your face burned as you quickly shushed him, nodding towards your daughter, who was staring up at you both in wonder. His suggestive expression softened as he grinned down at her. "Is it good, Bada-yah?" She nodded cutely. "Good, then finish it."

Once her attention returned to her food and Baby Shark playing on the TV, San cupped your cheek and met your gaze. "All jokes aside, didn't we agree to have at least two kids? Bada's turning four soon, so maybe now would be a good time to try for another. Don't you think?" he murmured, his presence and touch intoxicating, his lips brushing against yours as his thumb tenderly caressed your cheek.

You felt your resolve slowly crumbling. He was right—you both had agreed to have at least two children so your daughter wouldn't be too lonely. The thought just hadn't crossed your mind yet. But maybe he was right... maybe now was the time.

"I..." Before you could find the words, a whine escaped your throat as another torturous cramp sent you curling into his chest. He held you close, soothingly running his hands up and down your back. "What do you say, my love?"

You couldn't believe what you were about to say, but you had to. Anything to stop this agony. "We'll put the baby talk on hold, but for now... I need you, Choi San."

"Say no more, baby," he whispered before carrying you into the bedroom, but not without first turning on auto-play on YouTube—Baby Shark would have to handle babysitting for a while.

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[12:04 pm] ♡ poly!yungi

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“what the– wait, wait, wait!” wooyoung smacks the table in pure shock. “you two are telling me that you had sex with the same person at the same party?”

he can’t even deny how much he loves gossiping. especially if his friends are involved.

“how did you find out?” he asks, leaning on the table. 

sir, this is a mcdonald’s, you would say jokingly, not an interrogation room in a crime thriller. but you’re silent as a grave next to him, and you wouldn’t dare to form a word. it’s better if all his attention is on the boys sitting in front of you.

yunho flashes a mysterious smirk. mingi’s lips form a shy smile and he is looking at the ceiling like wooyoung could see the answer right here.

they can’t look at each other now. at the party, though, they did more than looking.

you lean back on the cushion with a flush to your neck. you’re very grateful that wooyung hasn't bombarded you with his questions yet. it is possible that you would accidentally reveal everything: the flirting, the drinks, the way both of them were inside you.

your friends are useless for wooyoung’s curiosity, so he turns to you.

fuck.

“you were there too, right? did you see something?”

“no,” you lie. “after we arrived, we lost each other.”

more like you were lost in each other.

wooyoung hums.

“but the party was great,” you add.

“i’m glad you enjoyed it too,” yunho winks.

and you can’t help, but smile at him.

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you could feel lips slowly inch their way up your thigh, the moist trace of where they'd been becoming sensitive as chill air hit them as the lips moved further up. you tried to move around to watch as san inched his way up your leg, but were soon put back down as he wanted you; laying on your front, ass pushed into the air.

"always so sweet, so needy for me, my pretty little lady," you could feel a shiver run slowly through your body at his words hitting your skin, feeling his breath tickle as he spoke so so close to your form. "and i have just the thing for my gorgeous girl, so that she can remember that she's my pretty little thing." he piqued your interest. you were content with just being his good little girl, laying there and taking it and giving him all the little reactions he would fish for when he was touching your body, but now you were curious, and your curiosity suddenly replaced every incentive you had to be good for him, but he knew you couldn't help it; had counted on it, in fact.

he leaned down to pull something from under the bed and you gasped audibly as he pulled up the prettiest, most elegant pink ribbon you'd ever seen. he handed the end of it over to you, who had gotten up a little bit to be able to touch the beautiful material. he then bent down again and pulled out one of your favourite scissors. it was baby pink with small clouds and stars on, and he brought it to the ribbon and slowly cut off a little piece at the end, about the length of your forearm. he then walked over to stand behind you, gathered your hair and tied the ribbon around it, ending with a little bow, all with smooth and gentle touches. you reached up to feel how the ribbon felt, tied around your hair and you could giggle at the way you felt like he was pampering you, lavishing you with his attention and his sweet words.

until he placed his hand on your back and pushed you down to lay on your front again, this time telling you directly to 'stay there'. you did as he said, wondering what his plan was, since the ribbon couldn't just be for your hair; and you were right. you heard the ribbon being unrolled and the slow cut with the scissors again. he then reached under your thigh and you could feel the smooth fabric lay against your skin. he quickly tied it around your upper thigh, tightly too, to make sure that you could feel it and that it wouldn't slip off.

before you knew it, he was bent over you, mouth placed just a mere centimetre away from your ear and a finger running just under the ribbon, against your skin. "now you're marked as my pretty girl." his breath hit your ear and with that he was gone from your face again, this time looking to focus on pulling the pretty frilly panties you had worn just for him to the side, not wishing to take them off of you, ruining such a pretty sight. he ran a thumb through your folds and muttered 'good' to himself as he could feel just how wet you were, putting the same thumb in his mouth to taste your sweet nectar.

you could feel his soft head rubbing against your opening and you were about to whine about him not giving you anything when he slowly pushed his way inside you, making you mewl and gasp, having to take a second to adjust to his size invading your body, and he hummed, feeling your warmth wrapped around him in the most wonderful way. having given you a little time, he started pulling back and pushing in again, picking up speed and friction, going faster and stronger before one of his hands grabbed around the ribbon in your hair and the other grabbed at the ribbon on your thigh, using them as sweet leverage to pull you onto his cock. "that's it, beautiful." he sounded pleased with his choice to decorate your soft skin with the bows he knew you'd like and that he could use.

[thisthatpinkvenom]

GIVE HER A LITTLE POW-POW ON HER BABYMAKER

BUSINESSMAN!SAN / HOUSEWIFE!FEM READER

⤏ Synopsis: What Bibi said in "Automatic" but make it domestic.

⤏ Genre(s): drabble*, smut smut smuttity smut but I think it's kinda cute(?) 😗

⤏ Content: rich married couple!au, established relationship!au, non-idol!au, housewife!fem reader who knows how to cook (sorry to anyone who's not a MasterChef)

⤏ NSFW Warning(s): just straight up fucking, unprotected, breeding kink but it's more than a kink, creampie, light choking, light dirty talk, soft dom!San (my knees are weak), lots of swearing left and right, lots of yearning and pet names and it's kinda lovey-dovey but hey, what else do you expect from me at this point

⤏ Note*: this content is completely fictional.

"Ngh...l-let me make you feel g-good."

"Trust me; you already are..."

Earlier that evening, the familiar jingling of keys as the elevator doors opened and signaled San's arrival. His bag dropped to the floor with a thud before he stripped himself of his coat and undid his tie with a grimace on his face. He looked irritable, though the lines on his forehead ceased to be visible when he'd heard your feet padding across the floor to carry you into his embrace. A sequence of small and innocent pecks progressed into longing kisses and relieved sighs. And before you knew it, you were in the nude and on your bed, getting the pounding you'd been daydreaming of all day.

The bed never ceased its squeaking as your husband fucked you from behind. With your hand's iron grip on the headboard—that further continued to dig the dent in the wall deeper—your thighs trembled under all the weight you stressed onto your knees. Your back was flush against his abdomen, skin sticking with his through sheens of sweat. You were fortunate to live in a penthouse that offered you more privacy and freedom to fuck like rabbits, or else you would've received a very heated complaint for the incessant banging on your wall alone.

"This bed's f-fucking annoying," he grunted, frustration communicated through his hand which squeezed your breast in its clutch. "Need a new one, for fuck's s-sake."

You'd never voiced your complaints about the bed frame before, its sensitivity to any movement you made becoming a nuisance to your ears. You wanted to discuss going out and buying a new one but the right time hadn't come yet. Frankly, San had too much packed into his schedule, and you didn't want to pile any more things on his to-do list.

"I-I've been—ah—wanting t-to talk to you about t-that…"

Gradually, his thrusts became tamer until he stopped. The hand on your breast fell to your hip as he sat back on his heels, pulling you with him in the process. Your heart's drumming in your ears and you're trying to catch up with your own breath.

You didn't need to see to know the frown that made its way to his face. "Sannie—"

"And why am I only hearing this now?"

"You're so busy, and I didn't want to bother you. It wasn't a big deal, anyway," you reasoned.

His nose brushed the nape of your neck before he placed an open-mouthed kiss on your collarbone. "Mm, that's silly. Your concerns are my concerns. You should know that already, Baby."

Thank God, you were sitting. Otherwise, you would've melted to your knees if he kept this up. Fuck.

"I'll always try to make room for you," he continued, "no matter how hard it may be." His words melted under the soft sucks his lips made on your neck, his fingers having found your clit to toy with. "How about we go get a new one, this weekend? Then I can fuck you without all the noise."

Your walls clenched around his cock, earning a hiss and a chuckle vibrating on your skin.

"Ride me."

You set a steady pace when you began to work yourself on his lap, the squeaking commencing once again with every bounce you made on his cock. Despite the very vocal bed frame, the squelching from between your thighs couldn't be ignored either—the wet, little mess that your husband liked to play around with so much.

His other hand made its way up to your neck, his thumb and fingers gently pressing themselves into either side. The pressure had your eyes seeing black while your hands searched for his wrists, nimble fingers enclosing around them for any sense of stability. You really needed release, the flesh of your ass and thighs rippling with each hard smack against him.

"One day, I'll make time to put a baby in you. My baby," he rasped, the grip on your neck stiffening for a brief moment. "Ah, fuck…how does that s-sound, Honey?"

You clenched your teeth, eyes squeezed shut at the mention of being knocked up. And when you thought you couldn't be any more wetter, he'd proven you wrong.

"Oh, my God…d-don't say things you don't mean, Baby," you whined.

The pads of his fingers pressed deeper on your clit as they continued to draw circles on the nub.

"I fucking mean it. I always keep my promises."

Everything was just too much for you, your senses were stimulated to oblivion and you couldn't handle it any longer. The inevitable tension of your aroused pussy gave his cock a vice-like grip as you began to see speckles of noise behind your heavy eyes.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum—Sannie, I-I'm gonna fucking cum," you cried. Salt laid on your tongue from the tears that flowed freely down your cheeks, while the hand on your neck moved to your jaw.

He turned your face to his and shoved his tongue between your lips, pausing briefly to murmur, "I know, Baby. I know."

A trembling, soaked pile of mush was all you were at that moment. Putty under his touch, while you let him fuck your sensitive walls until he spurted a warm, white mess inside you. Your hips rocked slower until they settled to a halt, and your wet kisses had become tender. Nothing about this was funny, but you couldn't help but giggle, your teeth knocking against San's while the bliss was still clouding your mind.

"Lunch was really delicious as usual, by the way. Thank you, Honey."

Your thumbs declared a half-hearted war with each other, fiddling with no serious direction. You faced him, lying on your sides with lopsided smiles shared just between the two of you. The soft whirring of the air conditioner filled the room. Otherwise, you were undisturbed.

"You're welcome," you responded dreamily.

He shuffled closer to you, the bed squeaking once again.

"So, what's for tomorrow?"

You grinned, a playful glint in your narrowed eyes. "It's a secret. You can't open it until lunchtime. And don't even try, I know everything."

"Didn't I say your concerns were mine?"

"This one's an exception."

He smirked. "What if I gave you that baby in exchange for knowing what's for lunch tomorrow? Starting right now."

Your cheeks grew warm when the tip of his nose kissed yours.

"You play a really hard bargain."

[itstheghostofmypast]

♡14.00♡

Corporateworker Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: He was glad he took her to Japan on a business trip, one of the best decisions of his life.

Genre: Fluff (suggestive at the end)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Est.Read Time: 10 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Ratings: nc-17

Banner: @cafekitsune

Master List- Corporate Brew

"What year is it?" she hissed, curling into the blanket even more, humming as the cool material soothed her burning, aching body, while ducking into it because for some reason her lover had declared 'And let there be light.'

"It's almost 2 pm", his knee dipping into the mattress, hands gripping the soft covers that she was cocooned in, trying to pull them off her head, but she groaned in refusal, "Go away, I am in pain because of you."

Quirking an eyebrow at her muffled accusation, he shook his head, his glasses at the tip of his nose as he tried to think of what she meant by the statement. Choi San was supposed to attend a conference in Japan for a business deal, and since he now had the perks, he had asked her if she would like to accompany him on the three-day trip, he would be busy during the first two days but he had promised to show her the city and spend time with her like actual tourists on the last day before they were to leave. She had instantly agreed, like she would ever say no to him - well, he couldn't say no to her either, so perhaps this was a two-way act of 'simping '. He was also glad that her business was doing well and that she was able to hire a good assistant manager to help out Jongho when she wasn’t around- Yunho was a great guy.

The two had arrived at a decent time yesterday, checked into the hotel, tested out the springs of the mattress, as she’d like to call it, and had a nice meal at a local restaurant nearby, when he had told her about the gym at the hotel, one of the many facilities his job gave him access too, for some reason she had been very eager to ‘hit the gym’ with him, not that he had any issues, he loved working out with people, so who better than her?

He had a meeting early in the morning, once he had come out of the shower, he had thought of waking her up so she could go for breakfast, but the sight of her blissful slumber had him reject his own proposal, opting to tuck her in tighter and kissing her goodbye, much like their usual routine. The meetings went well since Yeosang and the lot had provided him with sufficient material, and for once, Mingi had decided to send the right papers. His meeting had ended early, and lunch meant he had some time on his hands, which is why he had dropped by to check up on her, to make sure she was enjoying herself. Was she…perhaps upset with him? Should he have checked up on her sooner? Maybe she wanted to spend more time with him- he had been very busy for the past few months, and this trip was probably the most time the two had spent together without him being called to work or her being called to the café because Wooyoung and Jongho disagreed on to add resins to the cookies or not. Maybe she thought the two would spend more time together here- well, technically he did say they would, but not on the first day and it wasn’t like her to be irrational, she had always respected his work ethic, only interfering when it became too hectic for him- one of the many things he loved about her. Then it must have been something else. Was she mad because she couldn’t go to the breakfast buffet? If that was the case, then he had the answer to spend some quality time with her and for her to eat.

"I know you must be hungry, that’s why, I got Mrs.Choi breakfast, let’s eat together before I have another meeting,” his words soft, noticing how her grip loosened, peaking up from behind the covers, pouting at him, “Say that again.” She whispered, slowly pulling up, her back resting against the pillows as she looked up at him, reaching for the strings of his hoodie, “Say that again, please.”

All too soon her lover's soft expressions morphed to a cheeky Chesire-like grin, eyes twinkling with curiosity, his whole being oozing with confidence, “Say what again?” his expressions laced with faux innoncence, pouting at her, cupping her face staring at her intently when she mumbled, “What you said earlier.”

“What? let’s eat together before I have another meeting?” lowering himself, he watched her sigh, grateful for how soft the pillows were, but she gently shook her head, “Before that.”

“Ohhh- you mean, ‘I know you must be hungry’,” he paused smiling down at her when her eyes snapped open, her expressions laced with annoyance, he knew what she meant, but why give it to her so easily when he could have some fun-

“OW!” pulling back he placed a hand on his chest, rubbing his pec through the cotton material, trying to sooth the pain and burning sensation, “Did you just pinch my-

“That’s what you get for acting all cocky, Mr.Choi.”

“Well, Mrs.Choi, are you going to come eat or not? I have another meeting at four.” He said with a huff, still rubbing the area, as he stood up, it was then that she noticed his change of attire- did he not wear a suit for the meeting?

“I can’t move and did you go to the meeting dressed like this?” she asked only to shiver at the cold air hitting her form when he pulled the covers off her, frowning, “What do you mean you can’t move? I showered after coming back- Are you hurt? Did you pull something at the gym last night? Why didn’t you tell me?” His questions were thrown around as he started to manoeuvre her body, ignoring her yelp when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down so she was lying on her back, “Is it your ankle? Did you sprain it while on the treadmill?” He asked before flipping her over onto her stomach, “Or your back? Is it a throbbing pain or a shooting up your spine kind of pain?”

“It’s the ‘I went to the gym to stare at my husband workout but he didn’t get the hint and thought I wanted to become Mr. Muscle like him’ so we worked out for two hours kind of pain.” Her words were muffled by the mattress, only for her to squeak when he flipped her around, glaring down at her, though she only smiled at him, admiring the way the onyx tuft of hair had grown back- he never did approve of that couple’s magazine anymore- poking out from under his grey hood.

“I’m married to a perv.”

“I wasn’t the one who flashed my neighbour- SAN WAIT!” heaving her up bridal style he clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he walked towards the coffee table as she gripped onto him for her dear life, “First of all I didn’t flash you, I was fully clothed and secondly, I told you I’m on the clock and would like to enjoy a pleasant meal with my perverted wife.” Setting her down easy on the couch he smiled at her, no hint of annoyance on those sweet features of his, leaning closer to peck her cheek before lifting the lid of her personal, traditional Japanese breakfast, consisting of the usual; steamed rice, miso souple, pickles, grilled fish, tamagoyaki and even some tofu. Admiring the presentation of the food she smiled, picking up the utensils as he brought a chair and sat next to her, she was plating it for him, grabbing a piece of the rolled omelette and raising it to his lips, “Sannie, did you pay for this separately? I don’t think they serve breakfast at 2 pm.”

Smiling at her he gratefully took the bite, admiring how she still made sure to feed him well, even if it were pointless considering he’d always be in the mood to have a meal with her. Not answering her question he nodded towards the food, “It tastes better warm, Mrs.Choi.”

She was eating quietly, while he was busy typing on his phone, this was often how it would go for the two, the comfortable silence enveloping them into their own little bubble, where the two would be too engrossed in their own activities, yet, be hyper-aware of each other’s presence. The only words exchanged would be nonchalant, casual chatter, which to the outsider would seem immensely pointless, but it wasn’t for them. He’d love the way she’d chide in with the ‘try this, Sannie’ and feed him even if he was too busy reading a report. She loved how even if he was busy typing away, he would be attentive enough to notice her little needs, like when he’d stop typing to reach for the bottle of water, unscrew the cap and pour it in a glass for her, then casually going back to work, or how he’d hand a napkin before she would ask.

“We should get little Kang, something too.” She stated, putting the dishes away in a neat manner so she could cover them with the lid, “Though he still isn’t sure if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“I don’t think either would make a difference though,” he mumbled chewing on his lower lip, thumb scrolling on the screen as he stared at it, “I’m sure he’d be thrilled either way.”

“That’s true,” she sighed, thinking of how happy Yeosang was when he told the two that he was going to become a father, he even asked San to become the child’s godfather, which had the broad-shouldered man sobbing like a little boy, nodding as he hugged the dad-to-be to death. That is until the others pulled him away, once they noticed Yeosang turning blue, only for her husband to whine and hug her instead, mumbling onto her shoulder, declaring how happy he was for his friend.

“Do you…have a preference, Sannie?” she asked, leaning closer to him, placing her chin on his shoulder, though he didn’t look away from his phone, it must be something important then, but she really did want to know, did he have a preference? She knew her parents didn’t, especially how they raised her like a little princess, but maybe San did- truly a conversation you have before your marriage but maybe his ‘I don’t mind’ changed to something more specific.

“I…” he paused to stare up at the ceiling as if waiting for a revelation of some kind, “Don’t have a preference, I told you, boy or girl. I would love our child endlessly.” His words had her heart doing backflips, swooning over him even more if that were possible, but his next statement had her figuratively bawling in pure bliss, “Though I get to name her if she’s a girl, princess treatment from day one.” With that, he went back to typing, as if he had not just said something extremely important, something extremely intimate.

“Then, I can’t wait for when we’re ready,” she whispered, leaning closer to peck his cheek before she got up, only for him to grab her arm and throw her over his shoulder as he stood up, ignoring the way she screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

“Fulfilling the desires of my wife.” He stated all too simply, as he marched towards the bed, and tossed her on the bed, watching her whole-body bounce at the soft impact, “What? WHAT? Don’t you have work- NOW? LIKE NOW-NOW?” she crawled backwards, till her back pressed against the headboard, watching him take off his glasses then throw the phone on the couch.

“Meeting got delayed, it’s at five, I have enough time for,” With a slight groan he pulled off his hoodie, a small smirk gracing his lips when he noticed her visibly gulp, gripping onto the sheets with anticipation and excitement, watching him get on the bed, crawling towards her as his hand found its destination, cupping her warm, blushing cheek, face a breath away from her, “a practice round or two.”

“Oh.”

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[daemour]

[17.32] Choi San

pairing: san x reader

wc: 253

warnings: none

genre: fluff, established relationship, e for everyone

look at that...not a morning drabble. inspired by that one live where san refused to be called cute

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When San walks through the door, the first thing he does is lay face down on the couch, right across your lap and your bowl of cereal.

“Uh, hello to you too, San?” You stretch to put your bowl on the coffee table before patting his head. “What’s gotten into you today?”

San grunts into the couch before sitting back up and pressing his face into your shoulder. “Atiny kept calling me cute,” he whines, very cutely as well and you hold back a snicker.

“Well, San, you are,” you tease and San’s head whips up as he glares at you with no malice. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s too adorable! I can’t take it.”

San pouts. “Not you too! I’m really not cute! I’m strong and cool and–” You chuckle, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, effectively shutting him up. He blinks at you, processing what you just did as well as how he’s supposed to respond to that. “I–”

“No, no, you’re right, you’re not cute. I suppose that means I shouldn’t kiss you anymore–” It’s your turn to be caught off guard when San lurches forward to press his soft lips to yours. You giggle into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’ll be cute for you only,” San hums into your mouth, and you smile, moving your face up to press a long kiss to his forehead. He may act a fool, but he’s a fool for you.

[halaboyz]

oh?, choi san

classroom crush! ateez san x gn! reader (nonchalant vs oa lmao) FINALLY SOME FLUFF wc: 2.2k warnings: none that i know of a/n: i've done so much of this storyline i think this might be the last one of it

San remembers his first day as a returnee, striding down the hallway to his room, notes and pens tucked in his arm. Upon entering his room, was delightedly welcomed by one of the regular students- you.

"Hi, is this seat taken?" San asks cautiously as he points at the seat beside you, crouching to hear you better. When you turn your head to look at him, but instead, your jaw drops.

"Well aren't you fucking gorgeous," Is that even a whisper? San was astonished, blinking at you. It was needless to say that he was intimidated by that single line, feet discreetly stepping back and escaping the situation. "Sorry. Slipped. No one sits there," Your poker face confuses him more. You're a weird junior. You quickly focus back on your phone, as if you hadn't just said the most compliment San could ever receive.

"Ah, thanks... But I think I'll just find ano-," When he whips his head around to find another seat untaken, he panics. You don't look awkward at all, but San is. He doesn't want that. But there aren't any seats left, and he isn't close with anyone to strike a conversation just to switch seats with him. So he dejectedly takes a seat, scooting farther, maybe just a bit, away from you.

The day just wouldn't end like that, San just had to forget to bring an index card- the whole class did. And you just had to be prepared for it. Out of all his blockmates, it just had to be you. It makes everything hard for him when you hand all of your classmates a card one by one, when it all came down to him.

"You have one?" One was already hanging loose between your index and middle finger, handing it to him. It takes him a few more seconds before he shyly takes the card and thanking you softly, and he glances at you to see if you're really unbothered by the thing a while ago.

You really were.

At that point on, San had considered you a friend (he hopes you do too) that he can count on. Being a returnee wasn't easy, and you helped him adjust to the environment quite easily. You were someone who was blunt, straightforward. Unlike San, who overthought every situation he had been, and will most likely overthink the coming situations.

"Oh San. Hello. Are you at the room right now?" You quickly ask right when he answers your call. When he hums, "I forgot my extra shirt under my desk. Do you mind bringing it over here to the gym? Please and thank you."

Like you gave him a choice. He chuckles to himself, just agreeing and immediately getting into action. He retrieves your extra shirt for PE (which he, thank god, had taken already and passed the last year before he went for LOA) and jogs to the gym, where he finds exiting students already. When he asks a familiar face of where you are, they just point inside the gymnasium.

At last, the gym only had a number of students getting ready to leave, and he still doesn't see a strand of your hair. When he tries to reach his pockets for his phone, he sighs when he realizes he left it at your desk.

He cautiously walks to the changing room, where he tries to shout out loud, bravely, calling for your name.

"y/n... please come out, I have your shirt and there's no one else to ask a favor for," He thinks if you're even still there. But when he hears footsteps approaching he perks up.

Not until he sees you, though. He immediately turns red, and I mean literally red, and immediately- when he sees you only covered with a towel. He stands frozen in place, shirt in his hand reaching out to you.

"What, first time seeing a person half naked, pretty boy?" Your nonchalance was killing him inside. You thank him as you retrieve your shirt, asking him to wait for you since he was there already. As if you had just done the most normal thing friends do.

Or was San just not used to this friend-thing relationship that was normal for you?

"Hey, y/n. How are you?" San starts, the chair scraping the marbled floor.

"Good. You?" You reply simply, not even glancing at him.

"Good too," San nervously chuckles, but you don't buy it. With a simple whisper of 'spit', he folds. "Well... Not good, actually. I haven't been feeling well the past few days and I really want to stay in today but I had a quiz this morning. I really want to attend this class since I'm here already but my body's declining. Would you be so kind to share your notes for today?" San rambles, immediately feeling sorry for the inconvenience already.

"Okay." You answer, nodding at him. He waits a few more seconds to see if you'll add onto that, but nothing comes out. So he immediately thanks you, standing up and ready to leave when you grab his sleeve.

"Right, here. I've been meaning to give this." You throw him a small paper bag full of meds, "Get well soon. Miss you already," He doesn't know whether that was sarcastic or not. He doesn't care. What matters were the medicines in his hand, released from the pharmacy dated to three days ago, when he started feeling under the weather and has been doing everything to hide it.

He feels... weird. You're weird.

He remembers all that. That's how it has always been for the two of you. All along, he thought that he was the one who... he doesn't know. He doesn't even know, but all along he thought it was a him problem. Not a you problem.

So why were you here, in front of him, confessing your love for him?

Not the pretty-boy-adoration level, but a serious kind of level.

"I like you, Choi San. I think it's been for a while already." San couldn't figure you out until the end. So he figures that maybe, all this time, it's not a romantically-inclined interest he had for you, but a rather type of 'you're a weird-fun that's why you keep me on my toes' kinda thing.

And he doesn't want that. He doesn't want that for you because you deserve better. Just because you were a fresh air for him, doesn't mean that he'd only keep you to have his own part of fun.

"Uh... y/n..." He doesn't know what to say. He hopes to keep the friendship you've been building, but he also needs your keep of the decision for that. "Sorry, but..."

"Okay." You shrug, smiling at him. "It's fine. I get it. Don't worry, we can go back and act like nothing happened, right?" You didn't even let him finish. But he thinks he dodged a bullet there. Because of how he knows himself, he would've fucked it all up without meaning to if you let him finish. "Let's go back to the room?" You pat his arm, and you were back to being... unbothered. Like you didn't just get rejected.

Did San read too much romantic novels? Watch too much movies? To expect more reaction from you?

But apart from all that's raging his mind now, he follows you back to the room, and just like you- it feels like nothing happened. Maybe, it was better that way.

But when he asks your friend Yeonjun why he was going through your desk, and answers you asked to bring him your extra shirt and bottle of water to the gym, he's dumbfounded.

Not that he had some grudge for Yeonjun, but... hadn't you always asked him with that? I thought we're back to being whatever you were before the confession? Why was he now looking at Yeonjun like just committed a heinous crime?

But he lets Yeonjun off the hook (partially because Yeonjun was now sprinting out of the room to get to you and he didn't had the leisure to confront Yeonjun about it) and stares at the empty seat beside him, left with only traces of you.

Maybe, just maybe, Yeonjun crossed your mind first this time around, than San.

But well oh well, it happens again.

"Yeonjun, can you pass me the scale ruler, please? Oh and could you grab these plates unharmed and go with me to the office to drop these off before class ends," San was sure prior the confession, you had always asked him around. But now... what the hell?

"We can go now," Yeonjun stands up with no complain, getting all of the plates to go with you while you prepare. Why is Yeonjun acting like all of this is normal? Like... isn't he finding it weird that he's now the one getting asked around, not him?

San could now rip his hair all out for all he knows. He thought you wanted to go back to normal? Why is he noticing even the littlest changes now? Why is he so frustrated anyway?

His last resort was now two weeks after the confession, and everything has changed for him. Maybe just him, because he had started even noticing the smallest changes in your actions, or if it even changed- from the looks of it of other people's point of view, it didn't. But for him, a lot has changed.

"y/n, do you want to go get materials for the next project together later?" San encourages himself to initiate an offer, while the both of you were alone after a while, Yeonjun having something to cram on during break.

"Oh, San. Sorry, I already promised Yeonjun that I'll help him with his requirements later." You reply, biting your sandwich and glancing at him, then back to your book

"Tomorrow?" San was desperate. He wanted to make things right, but he doesn't even know if there were things to correct in the first place. Why does he feel so responsible and desperate when he's the one who rejected you?

"...You want to meet on a Sunday?" You slowly set your book down, gawking at him.

"That's a problem now?"

"Oh now your attitude's a problem." With his snarky remark, you immediately rebut it with yours. You were getting confused of how he has been acting, like... he's also confused. You were back to acting how you were before you confessed, only San wasn't.

"What about my attitude, huh?" San presses, scooting closer to you to annoy you more lividly. You scoff, amused at the newly found attitude your senior had.

"What the hell is your problem, San?" You scoff in disbelief, a smirk in your lips at the amusement.

"You know what, now that we're in the topic anyway, let me ask you that. What the hell is your problem, y/n?" He starts, eyebrows furrowing into confusion. Yours raise, because what the hell was he talking about? "You confess and okay, I rejected you, I was expecting that you will never talk to me again because that's how it usually goes, but then you say that we can go back to acting like it never happened."

"So? I did!" You almost try and fight him, if it weren't for his palm flying to your mouth to shut you up.

"You! Didn't!" San rebuts, "It's always Yeonjun here, Yeonjun there- did you not like me anymore just like that?! Have you moved on quickly? Do I deserve getting ignored because I was too ignorant of my own feelings?!" San was now mad at himself. He always was.

Because if you answered yes to all of his questions, the blame falls into himself.

He let you go that easily. Just like that. All because of his uncertainties, really?

"Of course I still like you, idiot! Do you think I get over feelings fast like that?!" You push his hand away, your panicked state was a reflection of his panicked state. You were supposed to be the cool one here, but hearing San panic made you panic.

"Then why the hell are you avoiding me?!"

"You're crazy, I'm not! I'm acting the way I am!" You exasperatingly fight back, because you know you're right. "You're overthinking things like how you always are, okay, I get it." You calm down, because if you weren't no one was going to. "I'm sorry, okay, I didn't notice this time around, I'm sorry I should've been more careful."

"Why are you apologizing now... I should be. You must be so confused of how I am acting right now..." San starts, shoulders drooping, lips turning to a pout. "I've only come to agreement to my feelings just now, y/n. I'm so sorry I came too late," San grabs your hand, caressing it.

You almost turn into a ball at how San was acting, feeling all giddy and happy at the same time.

"Really? San, I don't want you saying anything at the heat of the moment, you can take your time. This might only be because you were overly cautious of my actions after my confession which made you confused. You can take your time, San." You caress his hand with your other, smiling at him.

"No, I've just been trudging it out longer. I've been feeling this way ever since we met. But if I told you that earlier, it would've been weird, wouldn't it?" With a chuckle, you pull San for a hug, one that had been long overdue.

"Fuck Yeonjun, he can cram all by himself."

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[unique-high]

[8: 44 pm ]

Ateez San x Black fem reader

Your curly strands of hair cascaded over your plump cheeks. As your mouth hung slightly open, soft breaths escaped from your lips, tinted a delicate shade of red. With a gentle touch, San pressed his thumb into the velvety flesh, his eyes fixed on what he yearned to desperately kiss. In that fleeting moment, he locked his gaze with yours, and your heart skipped a beat, ignited by the intense warmth emanating from his deep, chocolate eyes.

[parkjiminiemouse]

3:01am

Part four of San’s drabble mini-series can also be read as a stand-alone!

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Days after your confession you once again find San at your doorstep. His eyes were bloodshot; even though you had seen this sight more times than you can count, it still makes your heartache. 

“Hurry,” you mumble, rubbing away sleepiness as you usher the distraught male into your house. A small sigh escapes your lips as he makes his way to your living room couch. 

Before you could get your words out he looks you in the eye, lip trembling, and says “I broke up with her.” For some odd reason, his words shook you to the core as you hurriedly sit beside him. She had broken up with him multiple times but he had never broken up with her. Maybe the relationship was over for good. Half of you was ecstatic but the other half of you felt terrible. As much as you didn’t like the girl he was dating, she truly made him happy more often than not.

Patting his back, he lays his head on your shoulder and sniffles softly. “I wish I was still in love with you...” he mumbles softly, eyes shut tightly. The comment breaks you completely as you stay quiet, staring at the turned-off television in front of you. “Yeah, me too Sannie.” 

“You missed a spot.” his voice is raspy and shaky as he helps you wash your back. You couldn’t muster up the words to say anything and only motioned for San to help you out, which he did. After his abrupt confession on the couch and yours that soon followed, you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders. You felt relieved like you could finally move on with your life. Yes, you longed to be with San but if he didn’t share those same feelings, what good was it to you? 

Laying beside him in bed, you don’t notice how he takes in your features. He never once forgot how pretty you are and he never forgets how lucky he is to sleep beside you. Yawning, you turn your head and your eyes meet his. “Hi,” you whisper out, smiling slightly. 

He waves, a goofy smile on his face as his heart pounds. He missed this feeling, he missed you. Yes, he slept beside you and talked to you but the circumstances weren’t ideal when he did. He missed the heartfelt moments with you, the moments that caused him to fall in love with you in the first place. Ever since the kiss you two shared, he couldn’t get the feeling out of his mind. The feeling of truly being loved and cared for. He longed to love you again and he hoped you would continue to wait for him. 

“Please wait for me,” he whispers, lip quivering as he looked into your sleepy eyes. You simply smiled, closing your eyes. “I have been San,” you pause, “and I’ll continue to do so until you don’t want me to anymore.” your breath turns shaky. “Please don’t want me to wait anymore.” 

A lump in this throat forms as silence fills the dark room. He can make out the outline of your body, how pretty you looked despite your eyes being closed. He wanted to be selfish, to continue to make you wait for him but he couldn’t...what if he was never ready again? “I-” the words are caught in his throat, conflicted, he bit his quivering lip. 

“Just a little longer...wait.”