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micromarss · 6 days ago

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최산 | frustrat-head

pairing: boyfriend!san x fem!reader

warnings: kind of idol!san (he mentions practice), established relationship, cursing, smut, oral (f receiving), squirting, pet names(princess, baby, sweetheart), little bit of dry humping, bit of body worship (if i missed anything lmk!)

summary: in which your boyfriend comes home after a long day and is very frustrated. he decides that the only way he’ll calm down is by eating you out.

notes: this came to me in a daydream and has stuck with me ever since… first real post and first real attempt to write smut so be nice !!! i’m not extremely happy with it so i’ll probably rewrite it in the future but i needed this out of my drafts LOL

wordcount: 2.0k

MINORS GO AWAY!!!

this is a work of fiction and in no way does it reflect any actions taken by the written member.

It was a beautifully perfect day for you. The sun warmed the earth to a temperature not too hot, but not too cool. Right now, nothing could ruin your peace. You were relaxing in the bed you shared with your boyfriend, your most recent read opened in your lap. A content and warm smile painted your face as you read the cheesy romance novel.

Nothing could beat relaxing in your bed, in your significant other’s large t-shirt with some comfortable too-short shorts, reading a captivating book, and all in perfect weather. Seriously, could today get any better?

Suddenly you hear the door open, meaning San had finally come home. A fire ignites in your heart at the thought of finally seeing him. Maybe it could get better.

Only, moments later that same door slammed and you hear a loud curse. That fire was extinguished almost instantly. That smile you wore just a few moments prior, dropped.

“San?” You cautiously call out as you make your way to the living room of your shared apartment. As you round the corner, you find him tense. Head in his hands and angrily mumbling to himself on the chenille sofa.

San’s demeanor changed completely when he heard and saw you. While he was still obviously angry, it showed less on his brow now. His eyes were softer and

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” You ask, concerned. You take a few quick strides and come up behind him. He’s wearing one of those black compression shirts and a pair of black sweatpants. Rubbing your hands together, you warm them up and begin to massage his tense shoulders and trapezius muscles.

“Nothing was working out today in practice,” San begins to vent. “Like everyone and everything was just off.” He sighs and leans into your relaxing touch.

“It’ll all work out, it always does, doesn’t it?” You point out. You take advantage of the minimum amount of coverage his neck has and start to press soft, open-mouth kisses down it.

You absolutely hated to see San this way. You always did. If something didn’t go how he wanted it to, or he felt that he could’ve put in more effort, he became this walking thundercloud of frustration, never letting it go until he’s manually calmed down. Something as small as a pebble getting stuck in his shoe after the fact could add more fuel to the fire and transform him into a flaming ball of anger instead.

But there was one foolproof trick to always put him out.

And it was almost too simple because it was only you.

All San truly needed in order to feel better about his day was your touch. And the way that your lips gently sucked on his neck right now soothed his tight muscles.

Your hands slowly trailed down to his chest while you continued leaving soft marks along his neck, not caring about their visibility.

“You’re right.” San finally says with a sharp exhale when your teeth graze his skin. “Come here.” He orders with a pat of his lap, and you obey. “I’m so grateful for you. If I didn’t have you here, I’d probably go insane.” The confession was random but was genuine. It made the two of you laugh as you straddled him.

Your soft hands continued to rub his chest, letting him rambling on about his day. About how Wooyoung kept messing up on the same part, and how it felt like Yunho was knit picking way too much for a new choreography. About how he couldn’t beat his PR at the gym earlier in the day. It was all so infuriating to him.

There was nothing you wanted to do more than make him happy. Take his mind off of all this.

Your hands fell to the hem of his skintight shirt with a light tug. Your eyes communicating the request. San nods and swiftly removes his top.

From his broad shoulders to his pumped pecs and his softly chiseled abs, your eyes took in every piece of his beautiful body. His eyes follow yours until they find their way back up to his, and he takes your lips in a kiss. A very passionate one at that.

All of his pent-up frustration is released in the form of making out. Teeth clashing. Hips rolling against yours. He runs his fingers up the back of your head before grabbing a handful of hair, pulling you, making sure you’re as close to him as humanly possible.

He takes full control, and you don’t fight it. You let it happen because he needs this. His tongue explores your mouth eagerly while his free hand snakes down to the bottom of your ass, giving it a squeeze. A moan slips past your lips then into his before pulling away slightly.

“I need you.” He rasps against your lips.

His eyes are sharp with lust and desire. Ready to consume you. Ready to give you everything he has.

And you’re more than ready to take it.

“Then you can have me, my love.” Offering yourself to him on a silver platter.

San grins, lifting you from his lap and throwing you over his shoulder, relocating to the bedroom. A fleet of giggles left your lips as you let him carry you away to the bed. Your book still lying open on the last page you read. There was no time between getting up to check on him and now to put it away. Once he saw that, he was somehow turned on even more. You really were perfect.

Moving the piece of literature out of the way, San gently laid you on your back, kissing your forehead, nose, lips, neck. You relish in every little bit of contact he makes, whimpering and whining. Just as needy as him. Maybe.

He purposely left his oversized shirt on you, truly believing it looked better on you rather than off. San’s thick fingers hooked in the waistband of your shorts and pulled them off, laughing softly at the sheer size of them. “You’d be better off just wearing your panties next time. These are basically the same size.” He teased, holding them up by the waistband to show the size accurately.

“Stop it!” You laughed, swatting the shorts out of his hand, leaving them on the ground alongside your book. “Quit playing around. You’re ruining the mood.”

“Sorry, princess.” He apologizes, rubbing your thighs comfortingly.

Though, mere seconds later, San wasted no time pouncing on you, spreading your legs, and positioning himself on his stomach between them. All happening well before you had the opportunity to comprehend the situation. A surprised gasp bounces off the walls of your bedroom.

You knew he needed you, but not this bad.

Within moments, his tongue was sliding over your clothed cunt. Loud hums of pleasure immediately flew out of your mouth. Your juices seeping through the fabric and mixing with his salvia.

One of your hands found purchase in his hair, while the other gripped the sheets. San wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he went to work on your now weeping cunt.

“Holy shit—“ You manage to get out before he’s removing his mouth and admiring the way the wet cotton clung to you like a second skin. San wasted no more time than necessary to remove them, throwing them somewhere on the floor, joining the rest of the items tossed there.

San used his to middle fingers to gently caress your folds, circling your clit a few times before plunging inside.

His fingers curled perfectly inside your soft walls, intricately working you closer to your first orgasm. And boy was he determined to get you there.

Your body writhed against him, trying to get the perfect balance of friction and pressure. San’s sharp eyes gazed up at you through the dark hair that fell over his eyes.

You looked down and made eye contact. His face was flushed and his pupils were blown. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought that he was going to eat you alive.

And he might as well have.

He groaned at the way your eyes stayed locked on him between your thighs, kissing your sensitive clit. San reveled in the way your entire body shook and your back arched. He knew you were close. His lips attached to you again, simultaneously licking and sucking your most sensitive spot.

Your toes curled and the hand that gripped the bedsheets was now also entangled in his hair. Your frequent moans were his motivation to continue working his fingers into you until your voice hit that specific pitch that usually signaled your climax. The rest of your delicious noises got trapped in your throat.

“Give it all to me, baby.” He growled, spitting on your cunt and rubbing it as fast as he possibly could with all his fingers.

“I’m— I can’t— Oh, fuck— San!” You cried out as you let yourself go. Orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Legs shaking and chest heaving. Though San didn’t stop. He reattached himself to your dripping slit, licking up any mess you might’ve made.

“San, wait. That’s too much right now—“ You tried to stop him before you hit overstimulation.

“Shh, just take it, sweetheart.” He mumbled against you, voice sickly sweet while flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up.

San took in the view of you for a few moments. Face down. Ass up. Pussy weeping with a mixture of your slick and his spit. A masterpiece if he said so himself.

With zero hesitation, he gripped your ass and spread you open. Only to lick a stripe over your cunt before plastering kisses all over it, some on the backs of your thighs as well.

“Oh, baby, I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so beautiful. My pretty girl.” He praised, dragging a thumb right down your slit. San could’ve sworn he saw you clench down around nothing.

Again, he dove in, eating you out like his life depended on it. Every so often he readjusted his grip on your ass just to make sure the stretch was still pleasurable.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Pushing back against his tongue, looking back at him with tears in your eyes, reaching back to grip one of his hands, and then his hair. You were a mess.

“It’s okay, just let it happen.” He purred against you, taking your hand and planting it on the bed next to you. San never lost his pace. Pumping his fingers in and out of you with no hesitation. He wanted you to cum more than you wanted to at this point.

You listened to his muffled moans and pornographic slurping. You felt his warm and wet tongue skillfully exploring your cunt. The symphony of squelching, whimpers, and groans echoed throughout the room.

Your head dropped into the pillows and you let out a guttural moan before you felt you lower stomach tense up and an unfamiliar sensation grow.

“Fuck! San, hold on I can’t—“ Before you could fully get your sentence out, your thighs begin to quiver and you feel yourself gush all over your boyfriend’s face.

Unbeknownst to you, he had been grinding himself into the bed to satisfy his extremely hard cock. Since he saw you bent over on your knees like this, he truly couldn’t take it anymore. His relief came not long after yours.

As he desperately dry humped himself to his own climax, he detached from your cunt and let out a long string of whimpers and curses.

One of his hands moved over to lightly slap your cunt a few times. You jumped at the shock of pleasure that came with each impact, prolonging your orgasm just a little longer, making you collapse in the bed when it finished running it’s course.

“Fuck, princess. Look at what you did.” He said finally sitting up. When he realized, you weren’t going to turn over on your own, he helped turn you over.

Your eyes scanned the scene. San’s sweatpants had a darker spot in the crotch area; his face and the ends of his hair with were soaked with you. The bedspread didn’t look much better either.

You blushed when you realized just what San had done. He’d cum without you even touching him. Got off on the pure desire to please you and the noises you made.

If nothing was messy before, it sure was now. “You squirted everywhere, my sweet girl.” His explained when he saw a confused look take over your face, his voice saccharine and smiling.

“I’ve never done that before.” You say shocked. San had never really pushed you like that during sex, let alone you push yourself that far.

San laughs to himself before leaning back down to kiss all over your lower body, starting with your stomach and ending with your still dripping cunt.

“Do you think you could do it again?”

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