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Love Drunk - San Oneshot

[Minors Do Not Interact] - [18+]

Genre: Established relationship, fluff, a bit suggestive but no smut.

Pairing: Sober bf!San x Drunk gf!reader (No y/n)

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption mentioned, drunkeness, brief nudity but not described, San is a helicopter boyfriend.

A/N: Inspired by that live where San said he'd never let his wife lift a finger... yeah...

“Hello, Ladies. Need a ride?” San winks at you and your friends from his car window. You essentially cackle in response, unable to control your volume. You’d been out with a few girlfriends, celebrating one of their promotions. Your boyfriend, San, being the sweetheart that he is had offered to drive everyone home once you were done. Although by the state of you and your friends drunkenly laughing, shouting and tripping over each other, he was starting to have second thoughts.

“Hi baby!” You shout, stumbling towards him. He quickly got out of the car, catching you before you ended up on the pavement. He can’t help himself but to laugh at how cute you were, throwing yourself into his arms and looking up at him with wide, loving eyes. “Did you miss me, Sannie?”

“Of course, I always miss you.” He places a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose, causing you to snort with laughter. Seeing just how far gone you are, he decides to take immediate action and opens the car door. “Get in, ladies. You all look like you need a good night’s sleep.”

You and your friends all clamber in, still shouting and giggling when San pulls away. He takes his time to drop you friends off home one by one, waiting to watch them get inside safely. Eventually it’s just you and him left in the front seats.

“Tell me the truth, love, how much did you drink tonight?” He asks somewhat sternly, although you know he’s just trying to take care of you. You take a moment to attempt to consider exactly how much you had drunk, but give up pretty easily. The fatigue is finally setting in.

“I dunno Sannie. I did have this cool cocktail, though! It was purple and glittery.”

“Sounds good, love. Now, when we get home, we’re going to drink some water, eat a snack, wash up and go to bed, yeah?” San’s gentle parenting approach to taking care of you when you’re like this always makes your heart flutter. Unable to control your joy, you swivel slightly in your seat to be able to stare at his side profile. He’s focused on the road, but the gentle frown on his face makes you swoon.

“Okay Sannie.” You giggle, mainly to yourself, as he sends you a sideways glance. You notice his fingers tapping against the steering wheel, the silver bracelet you gave him for his birthday glinting under the streetlight. Endeared, and tired, you begin to drift off to sleep.

“My love?” You jolt awake to San stood at the car door, patting your leg softly. Realising you’ve arrived home, you whine and stretch out as San reaches over to undo your seatbelt and grab your handbag. He takes your hand and helps you to stand up. When you stumble a little, he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you upright. Whilst concerned, he still smiles warmly at your cute drunken state. “Oh, baby. You’re a mess, aren’t you?”

“M'sorry Sannie. I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re okay, love. Just let me take care of you, yeah?” He guides you inside, slowly as to keep you on your feet. Closing the front door behind you, he wastes no time in kneeling in front of you to remove your heels. Wobbling slightly, you lean your hands onto his broad shoulders. Once he puts your shoes aside, he stands back up to his full height, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and press a sloppy kiss onto his lips. He chuckles into it, before gently cupping your cheeks to push you back, knowing you’re too far gone to know your limits. “That’s enough, baby. Let’s get ready for bed.”

He pats you softly on the butt, and you know it’s a warning that he’s going to pick you up. He scoops you up under your thighs, allowing you to wrap your legs around him too. He carries you into the kitchen, placing you down onto the counter. After giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, he reaches into the fridge to hand you a cold bottle of water.

“Drink that, baby. I’ll make you some toast to soak up all that booze.” You laugh faintly, but are ultimately more consumed with trying to open the water bottle. Leaning your head back against the cabinet, you watch San skirt around the kitchen to make your toast, taking occasional sips of water as per his instructions. You’d learned before that it’s best to obey him when he’s in caretaker mode, mainly to avoid the silent treatment the next day. As much as he loves physical touch, his main love language has always been acts of service. He loves taking care of you, drunk or sober, and he doesn’t take kindly to you ignoring his efforts.

He turns back to you briefly, mouth open like he’s about to say something when he freezes, eyes fixing on your lower half. Confused you follow his gaze downwards, to see that the skirt of your dress had flipped up, exposing your underwear. Instantly, you fall into fits of giggles, while San stalks over, shaking his head. He yanks it down firmly, before cupping your rosy cheeks once again. His intense eye contact silences you instantaneously.

“What am I going to do with you?” He murmurs, before breaking into a smirk. Another kiss to the forehead and he’s back to work. After a few more moments, he’s turning to you plate in hand. He doesn’t even offer it to you, just lifts the toast to your mouth and stands there expecting you to eat. With another light giggle, you accept, taking a messy bite with a smile. San grins back warmly at you, pushing your hair behind your ear. You chew lazily while he hovers around you, silent except your occasional bites. When you’re done eating, San just puts the plate in the sink – he can do the dishes tomorrow when you inevitably sleep in.

Noticing you falling asleep again, San gives you another pat to the leg before lifting you off the counter. He moves slower this time, knowing you’re close to being completely gone. When he drops you down onto the bathroom’s toilet seat, you can barely keep your head up.

“Just need to wash up a little and then I’ll put you to bed, okay?” San half-whispers. You nod weakly in response, yawning deeply and closing your eyes. You hear him rustling for a second, but are almost completely lulled back to sleep. When San presses a wet cotton pad to your cheek, you flinch and whine. He coos at you, wiping away your makeup gently. “Stay still, love.”

“It’s cold, Sannie.” You weakly grab onto his wrist, but it has no effect on his diligent efforts.

“You’ll live. Anyway, won’t you be mad in the morning if you don’t take your makeup off?” You groan, knowing he’s completely right. After a few more moments, he finally pulls away. You go to stand up, but he stops you with a hand on the shoulder. “You need to brush your teeth too.”

He hands you the brush, toothpaste already spread. You get started straightaway, watching San walk out of the bathroom silently. After just 10 minutes at home, you already feel a lot fresher, even if you’re still dead tired. Taking initiative, you finally walk on your own to the sink. San still hasn’t reappeared after a few minutes, so you spit and rinse quickly with the anticipation of making the journey to your bedroom to find him. When you lift your head up, however, he’s already silently standing behind you, catching your eye in the mirror. When you jump slightly, he quickly tries to put you at ease with arms wrapping around your waist.

“I got you some pyjamas.” By pyjamas, he means a pair of loose shorts and one of his t-shirts. Resting your head back on his shoulder, you allow him to remove your dress and underwear, replacing them with his comfies. It’s a bit of a wrestle as your need for his physical touch doesn’t allow him to move easily, but he manages eventually. He throws your clothes into the laundry basket before turning you to face him. “If you need to pee, go now.”

“I’m fine, just want to go to bed.” With that, San lifts you up a final time, taking you to the bedroom. He’d already pulled back the duvet, and placed another bottle of water on your bedside table. He really thinks of every detail. Your head meets your pillow finally, and you instantly yawn again. But when San walks away, you whine at his absence.

“Give me a minute, my love. I need to get changed too.” With that, San disappears back to the bathroom. You lie for a few minutes, tossing and turning. Eventually he returns, looking fresher himself. When you whip the duvet back for him, grinning softly up at him, he can’t help himself but to dive into your bed and pull you into a tight hug.

“Thank you, Sannie.” He hums, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you properly.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’m just doing my job as your boyfriend.” You chuff at his sudden seriousness. He really means what he says.

“I know. You’re just so good. The best thing that ever happened to me.” You manage to stroke his cheek with your finger, although your energy is failing you. San can’t help himself but to press a firm kiss to your lips, pleased that he had fulfilled his self-appointed role.

“Okay, sappy. Go to sleep now.”

“M’kay Sannie. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” He nuzzles his cheek to the top of your head, holding you tight in his arms. Despite the fuzziness of the alcohol and fatigue, you feel grounded and safe in his embrace. For a few minutes that is. Then an uncomfortable feeling in your lower stomach sets in. Hoping San had already fallen asleep, you try to escape his grasp, only for him to tighten his hold.

“Where are you going?” San mutters, sleep tinging his voice.

“I need to pee.”

“Baby, I told yo- fine.” He starts to get out of bed, but you just frown at him.

“You don’t need to help me; I can go on my own.” He frowns back, but ultimately lets you go. “I’ll literally be ten seconds.”

“Promise?” He holds out his pinky finger. Taking it in your own with a giggle, you then start wobbling back to the bathroom. True to your word, you’re quick. But when you get back to the bedroom, you’re greeted by San sitting up straight against the headboard, arms folded. “I told you to go earlier, now the bed’s getting cold.”

“Go to sleep, Sannie.” You flop back down onto the mattress, bringing him down into another cuddle. He lightens up instantly and relaxes against you. Within moments you’re both asleep, tangled tightly with one another.

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iaminyourfloors · 8 days ago

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you barely make it halfway onto the bed before SAN collapses on top of you like a wwe wrestler. “san—” you gasp, trying to fight for air as his weight sinks into you, arms already wrapping snugly around your waist.

“i missed you.” his voice is muffled against your chest, his broad shoulders nearly swallowing your frame whole as he burrows deeper like a sleepy little kitten. “couldn’t sleep right last night, because my shoulders hurt again.”

you sigh upon hearing this, threading your fingers through his dark hair, it’s not the first time he is telling you this, but you are the only person that makes it comfortable enough to endure the pain. “i told you to try sleeping on your back, or stomach.”

“i can’t,” he groans, nuzzling against your collarbone. “my shoulders are too wide, and i just keep rolling over… i almost fell from the bed.”

he’s ridiculous, like literally utterly ridiculous, but at the same you can’t really blame him for not getting a decent sleep. “so what, i’m your pillow now?”

“the best pillow,” he murmurs, pulling you closer somehow. “so soft and warm, smells like strawberry chocolate cake, and you scratch my scalp just right—ah, there, like that…” he practically purrs under your touch, muscles relaxing beneath your fingertips as you gently massage his head. his biceps flex slightly as he shifts, dragging your leg over his hip like a possessive little monster. clingy, much?

you raise a brow, not because you are not used to this, simply because it comes out of nowhere, and very abruptly. “sannie, you’re being needy today.”

“i’m always needy,” he says without shame, cuddling into your warmth, smiling against your exposed skin. “especially with you.”

rolling your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, however, your hand doesn’t stop moving through his hair, and your fingers trail down his bare arm, tracing the lines of his muscle with just enough pressure to make him twitch.

“also, i’d like to file a complaint.”

“hmm?”

“you’re making it really hard to focus on your face when your arms are out here lookin’ illegal.”

he lifts his head, a grin that reaches his eyes, even making his dimples come out of hiding. “oh? baby, do you mean these?” he flexes, just slightly, watching your eyes follow the movement.

you swat him, not hard enough, but just enough to make him stop teasing you. “san, stop that! you’re too pretty and you know it.” he laughs, before ducking back down to kiss the side of your neck: gentle, lingering, stupidly in love. “i love you, you know?”

you pause, fingers threading through his hair again. “yeah, i know, and i love you too.”

but it still hits you like it’s the first time every time. when san says those three words, you forget about everything, when you look at him, he is the only one you think about. he may be a lovesick idiot, but you are crazy in love. “and i love your stupidly wide shoulders,” you murmur into his hair. “even if they’re the reason i wake up squished half the time.”

at that moment, you felt him relax, and yes, he was asleep. san always falls asleep quickly when you are here next to him, can’t blame him, you do smell like strawberry chocolate fresh cream cake, oddly specific but that’s just san for you.

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