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stryhwa · 14 days ago

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JUST RELAX BABY ── j.yh

synopsis ; when yunho came home to you overwhelmed and stressed after taking care of your guy's son he knew just the way to help you relax after getting the toddler to bed.

pairing(s) ; husband!yunho x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 2.3k ☆ ── genre ; smut, fluff, comfort ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, crying, reader and yunho have a son, stressed mom, yunho is just the sweetest, petnames (honey, baby, love, my love, pretty girl...), fingering, slight clit play, unprotected sex, soft sex, dom!yunho x sub!reader, slight overstimulation, creampie, aftercare, again yunho is just a sweetheart, lmk if I missed anything!

As soon as Yunho walked through that door, he knew it had been chaos. The shoes that were once neatly put away by the door were strewn about, a few missing their shoelaces. Walking further into the house, he saw all of the throw pillows in a heap in front of the TV that was still playing a cartoon.

He started to wonder where you and your guy's son might be, but the sound of screaming from upstairs was all he needed to know. Shedding his coat, he put it on the rack before making his way up the stairs.

The moment he got close to the three-year-olds' room, he could hear his son shouting while you tried to calm him down. A small smile spread on his face as he thought about what madness he was going to walk into. However, the moment that the bedroom opened and you walked out, that smile he once sported slipped away, replaced with worry.

There you stood, one hand still on the doorknob while the other was clenched in a fist at your side. But what really caught the man's attention was the pool of tears that sat in your eyes as you looked up at him, just waiting to fall.

"Yunho…" Your voice was meek and sounded broken, as if you spoke any louder, you'd finally break after all the stress you had to endure all day.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Yunho's tone was soft and sweet, lulling you into his outstretched arms, and you allowed yourself to be pulled into his embrace.

"Today was hard." Your voice cracked as your fingers clutched onto the back of his shirt, "All day he keeps saying he wants one thing, then when he gets it, it's not what he wants anymore, so he throws a fit. Then I turn away for not even two seconds, and he's gotten into something or is making a mess. It's all been his way or the highway, now he won't even put his pjs on or lie down and—"

Your words caught in your throat as you tried to hold back your tears, but the moment Yunho pulled away and cupped your face in his hands, the dam finally broke. Tears cascaded down your flushed cheeks, and Yunho's heart broke seeing you like this.

"I still need to clean up all the mess downstairs, and cook your dinner, and—"

"Honey—"

"The sink is full of dishes, and god I need a show—"

Yunho sealed his lips over yours, stopping your rant and finally catching your attention. His lips were soft against yours, grounding you for the first time in the last eighteen hours. Pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours, his thumb brushing some of the tears away.

"Love, listen to me, go run the bath and try to relax." He told you, but you knew you still had so much left to do before you could relax. However, seeing that you were about to protest, he pressed his thumb to your lips, silencing you, "Don't worry about him or any of the mess, I've got him. You only need to go have a moment for yourself."

You wanted to protest and tell him that it was fine, that you could handle this last bit of things. But the stern gaze that he was using to look at you told you that there was no changing his mind. So with a soft sigh, you nodded your head when he released his soft hold.

"Good, now…" He grabbed your shoulders gently and urged you towards your shared bedroom, then hit your butt, causing you to gasp, glaring at him playfully, "Go take that bath, I'll be in the room once he's down."

"Good luck." You whispered softly, wiping your face clear of tears before making your way into the bedroom and stepping inside the connected bathroom.

You didn't bother grabbing any clothes or a towel from the cabinet; no, you just turned on the hot water and watched mindlessly as it filled the tub. Once it was full enough, you turned off the tap and stood to your feet, stripping yourself of your clothes.

As soon as your body slipped into the warmth of the water, you could feel all the weight you were carrying finally disappear into nothingness. Your shoulders relaxed, and you let out a long, shaky breath, tears threatening to spill over once more. Lying your head back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed, you finally allowed yourself to relax.

You weren't sure how long you had been lying there, but hearing the sound of footsteps, you opened your eyes and lifted your head. Seeing Yunho standing in the doorway of the bathroom pulled a small, tired smile onto your lips, and Yunho felt his heart jump at the sight. Walking further into the room, gently shut the door behind him.

"Care if I join you?" He asked, a teasing tone in his voice causing your smile to widen, but you nodded nonetheless.

Yunho stripped out of his clothes, relishing in the way that your eyes stayed glued to him, and slipped into the water behind you as you scooted forward. Once he was settled in the warm water, he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, pulling you back into his chest.

The bathroom was quiet as the two of you sat in the tub together, soaking in the warmth of the water and each other. Yunho's hands roamed your body, stopping to massage the sore muscles of your thighs, hips, and shoulders. He listened to the soft sounds of your sighs and moans that you would let slip unintentionally.

"You did so well today, baby." His smooth voice sent a wave of heat throughout your body, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together. Noticing the shift of your movements, he moved his hands from your shoulders down your sides before squeezing your hips, eliciting another soft moan. "Now it's time I take care of you, my love."

"Yunho." You sighed, head lolling to the side when his lips latched onto the soft skin of your neck, placing a flurry of open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of your skin. His hands moved from your hips to your thighs, squeezing the plush fat before pulling them apart.

"Just relax, baby," He cooed into your neck, and you moved your hand to cup the back of his neck as his fingers moved to your bare core.

A soft moan slipped past your lips when he found your aching clit with ease, moving in slow circles. His movements weren't rushed or harsh; they were gentle, making sure you felt everything. Your fingers tightened around his neck when he moved away from your bundle of nerves to slip a finger into your tight walls.

"God Yunho." You whined, back arching as he easily found that spongy spot deep in your walls.

Chuckling softly, Yunho used his other hand to push your hips back down and kept you in place as you let out another whine. When he slipped in another finger, your eyes rolled back at the stretch, your other hand gripping his thigh to ground yourself, but when his thumb found your clit it was all pointless.

"Cum for me, pretty girl, let me feel you around my fingers." His fingers coaxed you closer to your high, heat flushing your body, making you lightheaded, and with just a few more strokes of his skilled fingers, you were toppling over the edge.

"F-Fuck." You moaned out, nails digging into Yunho's skin as stars danced across your vision.

Yunho continued to fuck you through your high, relishing in the sweet sounds that left your parted lips. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek as he pulled his fingers from your still twitching clit.

"Yunho…" You breathed out, opening your eyes to look up at him, need still pooling in your blown-out pupils.

"Does my needy baby want more?" He teased, gently cupping your jaw as he brought his face closer to yours. You let out a soft whine, but it was quickly muffled by his lips when you pulled you into a heated kiss. He chuckled when you let out a huff when he pulled away, "Let's get you to the bed."

As soon as your still damp body hit the soft mattress, Yunho's body was caged over yours, his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. Your fingers combed through his hair when he trailed from your lips to your jaw before finding purchase on your neck once more.

"Yun." Your head fell back when his fingers found your aching cunt once more, splitting your folds and collecting your slick. His fingers worked gentle circles around the bundle of nerves, working you up until you were trembling underneath him.

"Shh, baby, I've got you." He cooed, moving to lean over you once more, and pulled his hand away from your core. You wrapped your arm around his neck as he aligned himself with your weeping slit, but not pushing in yet. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a soft kiss, "Take a deep breath for me, honey."

You did as told, but as you started to breathe out, you were cut off by a moan as he pushed into your tight walls. Yunho bit back a groan, fingers finding yours to intertwine them together as he pushed deeper into you.

"Just breathe, my love." He whispered into your ear, kissing your slack jaw, his warm breath fanning your damp skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Yunho continued to press gentle kisses all over your skin, waiting for you to give him the green light.

You let out a soft whine as the pressure in your core started to become too much, hips rolling softly against Yunho's, causing both of you to moan.

"Yun, move. Please." You opened your eyes to look at him, tears sitting at the edges of your eyes.

The moment Yunho pulled back and pushed back into you slowly, it was as if he sent you straight to cloud nine. His pace was slow and gentle; he didn't want to rush, nor did he feel the need to. Seeing the pleasure that contorted on your face was more than enough for him.

"Y-Yun—" You choked out a moan as he brushed over your sweet spot, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

Yunho continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and pressed gentle kisses all over the expanse of your skin. His hands found both of yours, intertwining your fingers together and holding them above your head as he pushed just deep enough to have you see stars.

"I've got you, baby. I'll always have you." His whisper was like a promise against your lips before sealing them in a sweet kiss. "No matter how your day is or how much our son doesn't behave, I'll always be there to help. Always."

Tears spilled from your eyes as his words soaked into your heated skin, your brain finally starting to let itself go and be consumed by Yunho and the pleasure he was giving you. Your legs started to tremble as you felt the coil in your tummy start to tighten, and Yunho noticed, of course, he noticed.

"Let it go, honey. Cum on my cock, pretty girl." He coaxed your orgasm closer and with a few more nudges against your sweet spot, sparks flashed over your vision, and soft moans and cries of Yunho's name fell from your lips. "Good girl, baby. Now just a little more and I'll fill you up, hmm?"

He hummed against your skin, hips still rocking against yours at a steady rhythm, and your body felt like it was floating away from you. Your fingers tightened around Yunho's as weak moans continued to slip from your kiss-swollen lips.

"Yunho…" You breathed out, head lolling back as overstimulation started to settle into your bones.

"F-Fuck. I'm almost there, love, almost." He groaned when you squeezed around him, lips pressed against the column on your throat as his pace faltered. With a few more steady strokes, his cock twitched before he came, shooting ropes of hot cum deep into your velvet walls.

Yunho rolled his hips a few more times before coming to a stop, his body snug against yours as both of you caught your breath. After a few moments, he leaned up, releasing your hands, and you wrapped them around his neck.

"Thank you." Your voice was quiet, but Yunho smiled nonetheless before leaning down and kissing you gently. You hummed against his skin, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion started to set in.

"Let's get to sleep," Yunho whispered as he pulled away from you, hands caressing your hips gently. You let out a soft whine when he pulled out, but were quickly silenced when he picked you up.

He then lay you down on his chest after pulling the blankets back, humming softly as he played with the soft strands of your hair. Your eyes dropped as you held on to him, soaking in his warmth.

"I love you, baby, and please don't ever hesitate to call me when things get rough." He told you, causing you to lift your head, chin resting on his chest as you looked up at him. "What kind of husband would I be if I left my pretty wife all alone to deal with our toddler?"

His words caused you to laugh softly, the love and adoration in his eyes had you melting, tears involuntarily brimming in your eyes once more.

"I love you too, Yun," You pressed a gentle kiss against his chest, right over his heart, before laying your head back down.

The exhaustion of the day was finally getting to you as your eyes fluttered closed, but instead of falling asleep stressed and overwhelmed, Yunho made sure you fell asleep feeling loved and cared for. And as he took in your peacefully sleeping face, he knew he would do it again and again.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮

#i love soft yuyu guys #this is so cute #vivi rebolgs

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stryhwa · 1 month ago

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ovulation advisory ᢉ𐭩 san

flo app 🩷: you may feel emotional, sensitive…

or desperate to be creampied. drink water! :)

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⌇san x f!reader

⌇warnings: lil plot, smut, explicit nsfw, hormonal mood swings, emotional crying + sobbing, sensitive aftercare, ovulation-related horny desperation, p in v, oral (f!receiving), discharge eating (he's greedy here), fingering, body worship, begging, dirty talk, light choking, creampie, overstimulation, raw vulnerability, clingy needy behavior, messy, emotional intimacy, gentle reassurance, possessiveness-coded tenderness, natural bodily fluids, slight bleeding post-sex, affectionate aftercare, comfort sex, teasing, soft dom/sub vibes, slow soft orgasm, sweat + slick + tears, casual humor, cute couple dynamics, sleepy cuddles, soft praise, san is so bf here

⌇tysm for all the love on my recent works, it means the world--so here's a sannie one for yall <33

The rain had been coming down for hours. You watched it trickle down the glass, grey sky split with flickers of pale lightning every so often, the house dim except for the kitchen light left on above the sink.

The sound of the storm had long since faded into background noise, white noise for the ache growing in your stomach.

It wasn’t the cramps that had started it—not really.

It was the need.

You were ovulating. You knew your body like clockwork. Your skin was flushed, your nipples stiff under your shirt for no reason, and the ridiculous amount of slick between your thighs had you changing your underwear twice today already.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was how empty you felt.

Three weeks. That’s how long it had been since you last saw him. Since you’d last touched him. Since you’d heard that particular rasp in his voice when he pressed you into the mattress and told you how sweet you were when you cried.

And now he was finally coming home.

You curled your fingers around the warm mug in your hands and tried not to squirm on the couch. Tried not to think about how the crotch part of your sleep shorts was already damp. Tried not to think about how your body didn’t just miss him—it was screaming for him.

You wanted him—not just for the way he touched you, but because you needed the quiet comfort of having him near, his presence like a tether to hold you steady.

You didn’t hear the key turn. You only heard the door click open.

Then a warm voice—familiar, hoarse with exhaustion and soaked in affection.

“Baby, I’m home.”

The mug slipped from your fingers and clattered onto the coffee table, sloshing tea across the surface. You shot up from the couch without thinking, and the second your eyes met his across the living room—you ran.

San caught you mid-jump, arms wrapping around you like instinct. You crashed into him with a breathless laugh, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.

God, he smelled like the rain—leather and laundry and just a hint of sweat.

“I missed you,” you whispered into his shoulder. “I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you more,” he said, setting his bag down and squeezing you tighter. “Every day. Every city.”

You could feel it already—the tension pulling taut between you, like a bowstring straining under pressure.

He leaned back slightly to look at you. You must’ve looked a mess—skin flushed, lips bitten, your shirt rumpled and sleeves pulled down over your hands. His eyes softened.

“Hey,” he said, voice lower now, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lied. But the tremble in your voice gave it away.

He tilted his head. “Come here.”

You followed him quietly to the couch, legs shaky, throat tight. The moment he sat, he pulled you onto his lap, your knees straddling him as his hands cradled your waist.

“Tell me.”

You hesitated. “I’m… hormonal.”

His brows rose just a little.

“Not in a sad way. Just—my body’s going nuts. And I’ve been alone and stressed and horny for like three days straight—”

San’s expression shifted fast. From concern to heat in a heartbeat.

“Oh,” he said, voice dipping lower.

You bit your lip. “It’s not even the sex part—I mean, okay, it is—but it’s also just how empty I feel. I keep crying at dumb things. I almost cried over a pothole earlier. A pothole, San.”

He grinned. “Baby…”

“It’s my fucking ovulation window. And it’s making me feel like a crazy person.”

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, chest rising and falling against yours. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to feel pressured after tour. You’re probably tired, and I’m just—” Your voice broke slightly. “I’m just really needy right now.”

San leaned in, forehead resting gently against yours.

“You think I wouldn’t want to take care of you?” he whispered.

You blinked at him. His eyes were darker than before, his hands sliding up and down your sides in slow, grounding motions.

“I know this body,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I know what you feel like when you’re ovulating. I can smell it on you, baby.”

You shivered.

His voice was like molasses now, deep and rich and slow.

“You’re flushed. Warm. You keep rocking your hips like you’re not even aware of it.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, humiliated by how true it was.

“Don’t be,” he said, brushing your hair back gently. “I think it’s hot.”

Your breath hitched.

“I want you exactly like this,” he said. “Soft. Needy. Out of your mind.”

He kissed your neck—low, slow, and purposeful. His hand slid down between your thighs. Pressed softly.

You whimpered.

“You’re soaked,” he muttered, groaning. “Fuck. I’ve barely touched you.”

You couldn’t breathe.

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby,” he whispered. “Gonna give your body what it wants.”

You whimpered against his shoulder. The second his fingers pressed against the thin cotton of your shorts, your body shuddered.

San cupped you fully, his palm broad and heavy, and rubbed a slow circle. You felt how embarrassingly slick the fabric had gotten—and the groan that left his chest was hungry.

“You want me to take care of you, don’t you?” he murmured. “Let me make it better, sweetheart.”

You nodded.

“Need you to say it, baby.”

“Please,” you whispered. “Touch me. I can’t take it anymore.”

He laid you back gently on the couch, pulling the throw blanket under your hips to cushion you.

His lips kissed down your throat, your collarbones, your chest—slow, slow, slower—until his fingers caught the waistband of your shorts and peeled them down.

And there it was.

The second your panties came off, San paused. His breath caught. You were dripping—slick glistening across your folds, inner thighs damp, the whole couch faintly scented with your arousal.

“Oh, baby…” he exhaled, sinking to his knees between your thighs. “You’re so ready for me.”

He spread your legs wide, running his thumbs through your slick, parting you open.

San dropped to his knees between your thighs like a man possessed.

He spread you open with both hands, thumbs gliding through the slick that coated your folds—wet and glossy, stringing between your inner lips and soaking the blanket beneath you.

He let out a guttural groan. “Fuck. You’re not just wet, baby… you’re creamy.”

You flushed hard, hips twitching. “I told you—ovulation makes me—”

“You think I’m complaining?” He slid one finger through your folds, slow, collecting the thick mess coating you. When he pulled it back, it glistened—cloudy, slippery, stretched like honey between his fingers.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he brought that finger to his mouth and sucked it clean.

Your stomach dropped. He moaned.

“Tastes like you need to be filled,” he growled. “Sweet. Warm. Fucking ripe.”

“San—” you gasped, breath catching as he went back for more. He dipped two fingers in this time—slow, twisting, curling deep—and when he pulled them out coated and dripping, he held them out to you.

“Open,” he whispered.

You hesitated, cheeks blazing—but obeyed.

He slid his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them instinctively, tasting yourself thick on his skin—salty, slippery, overwhelming. San watched with blown pupils and a smirk so filthy it made your toes curl.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Taste what your body’s begging for. You feel it, don’t you? That emptiness. That ache?”

You whimpered, clenching down hard around nothing.

He licked another trail up your thigh and groaned again. “Fucking leaking for it. Dripping down your thighs like your pussy already knows what’s coming.”

Then his mouth was back on you—hot, hungry, greedy. Tongue plunging deep, lips sucking the slick straight from your entrance as if it was the first thing he’d eaten in days.

“You’re making so much of it,” he panted between licks. “You want me to fuck it all back into you, don’t you? Fill you so full it leaks out for hours?”

“Yes,” you choked, writhing. “Please—please, I need it.”

“You’ll get it, sweetheart,” he growled. “But not until I’ve tasted every drop this perfect body’s made for me.”

You broke. Your orgasm hit hard, your body seizing as you clenched around his fingers, thighs squeezing, a loud sob tearing from your throat. You could barely breathe.

The wave dragged on and on, slick pouring out of you, making your inner thighs stick to the blanket.

San kissed you through it—soft, open-mouthed kisses across your stomach and chest as you came down. His fingers stayed inside you, slow and gentle.

“Hey, hey. I’m right here,” he murmured, tucking your head under his chin. “You don’t have to hold anything in.”

You melted into him again, boneless and trembling...

A tear slid down your cheek before you even noticed you were crying, and San brushed it away without a word.

Your body sagged forward into his chest like you’d been unstrung. Every part of you pulsing and soft, skin too tight for how much emotion buzzed underneath.

You clung to him, breathing him in—clean sweat, worn cotton, a hint of his shampoo still clinging to the ends of his hair.

Your brain was already slipping into that hormone-drunk haze, the kind that made your ribs ache just from being held.

You barely registered when he started undressing. A shirt peeled over his head, jeans sliding low over his hips.

It was all just movement and warmth and comfort, the room spinning gently while you floated at the center of it.

By the time his clothes hit the floor, you were blinking up at him with glassy eyes, lips parted, thighs pressed together, pliant like your body had already decided what it needed from him before your mouth could ask.

But you did notice the way his cock brushed against your thigh—heavy, thick, already leaking.

You whined.

“Still want me?” he asked, sliding two fingers back into you, checking how open you were. “Still this needy, even after coming so hard?”

You nodded, voice wrecked. “Please, San. Please, I need it deep.”

He kissed your knee. “You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You were about to promise when he pushed in—slow, stretching, deep. You both groaned in tandem, your cunt clenching down like he belonged there. Which, truthfully, he did.

“Fuck,” he whispered, folding over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other on your hip. “You’re so tight.”

“I can’t help it,” you cried. “You feel too good. It’s too much.”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, starting to move—long, grinding thrusts that made your whole body jolt. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

His pace quickened. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He fucked you deep, not hard—yet—but the angle had your toes curling. Every time he bottomed out, your body tried to take more.

“You want me to ruin this pussy, don’t you?” he growled.

“Your hormones are driving you crazy. You’re clenching like you never want me to leave.”

He grabbed your throat lightly, pressing just enough to make you gasp.

“You want me to come inside you?” he rasped. “Want to feel me leak out of you for hours?”

“Yes, San—please—don’t pull out—”

That was it. His control snapped.

He fucked you harder now—loud, wet slaps of skin on skin, your moans broken and desperate. Your second orgasm hit without warning—your body convulsing, nails digging into his back, sobs escaping as he stuffed you full, over and over and over again.

He came right after.

You felt it when he spilled—thick, hot, flooding you. His hips stuttered, voice cracking in your ear as he pressed as deep as he could and stayed there.

“Shit,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “So full. You took all of it, baby.”

You didn’t realize you were bleeding until after. Not much—just a faint smear on the inside of your thigh, red-pink and mixed with cum. San noticed it first.

He immediately slowed.

“Hey—hey, you okay?”

You nodded. You felt dazed. Fuzzy. Sensitive everywhere.

“Hurts a little,” you whispered. “But in a good way.”

As he pulled out, the mess was immediate—his cum mixed with yours, leaking in thick strings down your thighs, soaking the blanket beneath you.

San paused, staring, chest heaving.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “Look at that.”

You glanced down—and your face flamed at the sight. The discharge from earlier, now laced with thick streaks of white, clung to your folds like your body was still trying to keep him inside.

He didn’t move for a second—then dipped back down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered. “It’s dripping out already.”

You squirmed, thighs twitching, too sensitive to do anything about it.

Then he licked it up.

One long, slow drag of his tongue from your hole to your clit, scooping up the mess like it was his reward.

You whimpered. “San—”

He moaned into your cunt. “Don’t worry. I’ll clean you up my way first.”

You hid your face in your hands, torn between embarrassment and the slow curl of heat returning to your gut.

“You’re obsessed,” you whispered.

He smirked, licking his lips. “Damn right I am. You think I could watch my cum dripping out of you and not taste it?”

He was already grabbing a warm towel, muttering apologies as he kissed your temple.

“But still, I should’ve slowed down sooner,” he said softly. “You’re so sensitive right now. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You were perfect,” you whispered.

Still—he was careful with the cleanup. Gentle between your thighs. Talking to you the whole time.

“You did so good for me,” he murmured. “Such a pretty girl. Always so sweet when you’re all soft like this.”

You whimpered when the towel grazed your clit, and he immediately soothed you with a kiss to the cheek.

“I’ve got you, baby. Just a little more, and I’ll get you in the bath.”

Once he was done, he helped you into the bathroom, set you in a warm soak with Epsom salts, and sat beside the tub rubbing circles into your calf.

“You’re always like this when you’re ovulating, huh?” he said, smiling gently. “All needy and messy and desperate.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, flushing.

He leaned in. Kissed your nose.

“I fucking love it.”

You splashed a bit of water at him with your toes, but your body was too wrecked to hold a proper pout. When he stood and started peeling off his shirt again, you blinked up at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting in. You think I’m letting you float around in here alone?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the weight of the day—and of him—made the thought of being close again too tempting to resist.

He climbed in behind you, easing your back into his chest with a contented sigh. The water shifted around you both, warmer with his skin against yours.

The sound of his heartbeat against your back slowed—each thud syncing with your breathing.

His body stayed wrapped around you, chest flush to your spine, arm curved protectively over your middle like he was afraid you'd slip through his fingers.

San didn’t move.

Not at first.

He just let you breathe.

And you were so grateful—because you didn’t have the words yet.

Your body was limp, trembling in the comedown, your thighs sticky with sweat and slick and the warm, wet mess he’d left inside you.

But your chest was tight too—overwhelmed tight. You blinked, and tears welled again. This time, not from overstimulation, not from pain.

Just…

Everything.

It was too much and not enough. You missed him. You needed him. You had him. And it still didn’t feel like enough.

He kissed your shoulder softly.

But eventually, the bath cooled and your skin started to prickle.

He helped you out first, wrapped you in one of his shirts, dried your legs with a towel so gentle it made your eyes sting again.

“Couch?” he murmured.

You nodded, lips too soft and sore to bother forming words. He led you there with a hand at the small of your back, settled down with you tucked between his legs again, a blanket thrown loosely over both of your bodies.

“Hey…” he murmured. “You okay?”

You nodded against the couch pillow, but your throat burned.

Then your voice cracked—so small. “I think I’m gonna cry again.”

“Oh, baby…”

He turned you gently, shifting so he could face you. One hand cupped your cheek, the other sliding up your side, grounding you.

You were blinking fast, tears falling for no reason you could name, and San just held you through it—no judgment, no questions.

“Come here,” he whispered, gathering you into his lap. “S’okay, let it out.”

You curled into him like it was instinct.

“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” you sniffled, nuzzling his neck.

“I just—everything feels so much. Like my body’s on fire, and I want you again, but I’m tired, and I love you, but I also want to scream, and—”

“I know,” he said instantly. “You don’t have to explain it. Hormones are insane. You’re feeling everything at once, and I’m just glad you’re telling me.”

You breathed shakily, nose pressed to his damp skin.

“You’re not mad?”

He chuckled, warm and breathy.

“Mad? Baby, I’m honored I get to hold you like this. I love this part—when it’s just us. After everything. When you’re all soft and sleepy and honest.”

You bit your lip—more tears spilling. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“No, I’m not,” he said. “You deserve all of this. I mean it.”

He kissed the top of your head, then your forehead, then your damp cheeks—each touch a balm.

You curled tighter into him, arms around his neck. “Don’t leave again.”

He smiled against your temple. “You know I have to. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m here. All yours.”

You relaxed with a shaky exhale.

And then—you felt it again.

A pulse low in your belly.

A flutter of need, small but insistent.

You whimpered, shifting against his thigh. San froze, then pulled back just enough to look at you—brows furrowed, lips parted.

“…you’re turned on again?”

You blinked, ashamed. “I can’t help it. I think my body’s just—”

He kissed you before you could finish. Not hungry. Not desperate. Just… slow. Lazy. Familiar.

And then he smirked. “We don’t have to move.”

He slid one hand between your thighs—easily—your folds still soaked, slick still leaking from your entrance.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered. “You’re dripping down your thighs. I think you really do want a second round.”

You whined, burying your face in his chest. “We can’t. I’m so sensitive—”

“Shh,” he whispered, stroking you gently. “No pressure. Just let me touch you. I’ll be soft this time. No thrusting, no roughness. Just slow circles… like this.”

He rubbed his fingers in slow motion against your clit—barely-there pressure, but enough to make your hips twitch. You squirmed in his lap, helpless, lips falling open.

Your voice was small. “That feels so nice…”

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “That’s all I wanna do. Just give you this. No more tears. Just good things.”

And he kept rubbing—gentle and warm and hypnotic. Your breathing grew heavier, head tipping back against his shoulder as he coaxed you into it.

No demands. No commands. Just yes, baby, good girl, let go for me again—

You came with a soft gasp, legs trembling, toes curling, arms still locked around his neck. This time it didn’t hurt. It just… eased something. A calm orgasm. Full of warmth and ache and release.

After, he kissed your temple again. “There she is.”

You were silent for a moment—then you mumbled, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this emotionally insane and also completely at peace.”

San laughed quietly. “That’s love, baby.”

You huffed a teary, dazed laugh, then whispered against his collarbone:

“Next time you’re on tour and I’m ovulating, I might die.”

He held you tighter.

“Next time, I’m flying you out.”

You didn’t even register that you were crying until San thumbed another tear from your cheek.

“I got you,” he whispered. “That’s it. Let it all out.”

Every nerve felt raw — stretched thin under the weight of too much pleasure, too much closeness, too much him.

At some point, he cleaned you up. Grabbed a warm cloth and murmured quiet little things — “you’re okay,” “I’m right here,” “just breathe for me, baby” — as he wiped you down and slipped one of his shirts over your head. The soft cotton dragged over your hypersensitive skin like a second set of hands.

Just you in his arms, half-buzzed, cheek pressed to his collarbone as he settled the two of you into the cushions. The night air through the window was cool; his skin was warm against yours.

He curled behind you and draped a new throw blanket over your bodies, pulling you into his chest like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space.

“All clingy and messy and fucking desperate.”

You groaned, flushing. “Shut up.”

He leaned in and kissed your nose. “My favorite love.”

His heartbeat thudded against your back, slow and steady. You let yourself sink into him, body heavy, brain soft. All of it — the wreckage of pleasure, the gentle care, the calm after — wrapped around you like a cocoon.

A few minutes passed before you mumbled, “…I didn’t even realize it was ovulation week.”

San tilted his head down. “You’ve been on the red zone of that app since Wednesday.”

You blinked. “You checked my period app?”

He huffed a laugh. “Babe. You made me download it so I’d stop offering you milkshakes when you’re cramping.”

“…Right.”

You reached for your phone and pulled up the app.

Sure enough: Cycle Day 17. Fertile Window.

A bubble popped up with a cutesy message: 🩷 “You may be extra sensitive, sensual, or emotionally intense today!”

You snorted. “They forgot ‘will sob uncontrollably while getting railed.’”

San peeked over your shoulder. “Oh, I’d swipe right on that.”

Another notification popped up — this time from your group chat.

woo🧛🏻‍♂️: bitch are you okay?? or just too full of dick to respond???

hongjoong: at least confirm you’re ALIVE you were ghosting us mid-tour and now radio silence???

mingi 🦁: when u coming back? imy

You started typing through a laugh.

you: alive. sore. not sorry. imy2 also tell wooyoung i hope he steps on a lego

San took your phone, added:

san: don’t worry. she’s hydrated, stretched, and fully taken care of. she doesn’t miss u mingi.

Then he tossed it back onto the coffee table and tucked his face against your neck, one hand sliding under your shirt to rest on the warm skin of your belly.

“You good?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Just… wrecked.”

“Wanna cry some more?”

“…Maybe.”

“I got you.” He kissed your shoulder. “Always.”

The ovulation app chimed softly in the background, like it knew exactly what it had done.

#this was literally the hottest thing ive ever read #wheres san when IM ovulating #vivi rebolgs

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