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Be With You | ch 6

☆summary: who knew that the hot guy you've been paired with for a class project is also a kind soul? Certainly not you, and you feel yourself falling even though you know you shouldn't. Will it be your demise, or will it all work out in the end?

☆pairing: Choi San x female!reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: slow burn strangers to lovers, college!au, smut, angst and fluff

☆warnings: an ikea trip, way too much domesticity, sydney and yunho <3, our favourite dimples, cursing, they watch Deadpool and Wolverine, mentions of alcohol, mentions of Jungkook, explicit content: hickey, ass slapping, fingering, clit play, oral sex (female and male receiving), edging, grinding, jerking off, big dick!San, protected sex, nipple play, praising, a hint of degradation

☆word count: 14.1k

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☆a/n: hope you guys like this chapter!!! the simps be simping if you know what i mean ;) and thank you to @moonleeai for your amazing work as my beta reader, I love you and am forever thankful for you <3

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Cold snowflakes Withered down Until you bloom As a spring flower I'll be with you

Be With You, Ateez (english translation)

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Saturday, October 12th

You don’t know how San convinced you to go with him to Ikea.

But then again, you doubt you’d ever be able to refuse those sparkly eyes of his, especially when they’re paired with his slight pout. Indeed, the second he’d regarded you like a lost puppy when you’d initially denied the invitation, you folded and accepted to accompany him, if only so that he stopped looking so sad.

That, and the fact that you were supposed to work on your project and that he was refusing to let it go as long as you didn’t say you’d go with him.

Obviously you still managed to get some work done - you really are a great team with Choi San - even though you have to admit that his lips and his dimples have grown even more distracting now that you’ve started getting accustomed to their taste. Luckily for you, San had insisted on meeting at the library, and he sat on the other side of the table the whole time, so close yet too far to touch.

He walked you home after and kissed you outside, but this time you weren’t able to convince him to come sleep over, since he was supposed to meet up with Jongho at the gym after your study session.

You push the thoughts away as you stretch in bed, the early hour mocking you. You rarely get up early on the weekend, but San insisted to go first thing in the morning so that you could build the furniture in the afternoon, and then he mentioned that he had an activity planned for the two of you, as a thank you for helping him.

He’s convincing. It’s annoying, but Choi San is highly convincing when he wants something. You can’t even blame him - you do want to spend time with him anyway, no matter how vulnerable being with him makes you feel.

You’re surprised you haven’t gotten scared yet. Every day you expect to wake up with fear in your heart regarding your… situationship with San, yet so far you’ve only been filled with excitement when it comes to him, the sweet taste of the honeymoon phase far too strong for the fear to take hold in you.

It’s also been three years since you got broken beyond repair by Jungkook. Maybe it’s a sign that you’ve healed, that your mind and body are finally ready to move on despite the heartbreak that Jungkook caused you.

Or maybe it’s like your mother once said - when you meet your person, you’ll know. And even though it’s only been a few weeks, you think you know.

You just hope you won’t be proven wrong.

You glance at your phone, turning off the blaring alarm. It’s 8 AM, and San is coming to pick you up in thirty minutes, so you quickly get up to get ready. You prepared your outfit yesterday night, so you throw your clothes on quickly, and then put a bit of makeup on to hide your tiredness. You stop by the kitchen next to eat a quick breakfast - hard-boiled eggs in soy sauce - and then you brush your teeth.

You’re ready just in time for San to text you that he’s downstairs, and you’re putting your jacket on by the front door when Sydney walks out of Yunho’s room, yawning.

You look at her, cocking an eyebrow, and then she glances down at herself.

“Whoops,” she lets out.

“You could have at least put some pants on,” you tease her.

She’s indeed only wearing one of Yunho’s shirts, but luckily for you, it reaches to her mid-thighs, so she’s not putting on too much of a show.

“Shut up, I’m just going to the bathroom,” she grumbles with a light blush on her cheeks, and you just laugh at her

“Lucky you,” you let out. “I’m heading out now.”

“We might see each other tonight,” she says as you bend down to put your shoes on.

You look up, meeting her gaze. “Huh?”

“San told Yunho that we could come with you guys at the arcade,” she explains. “He didn’t tell you?”

You frown, and then realization hits you. “Oh, that’s what he’s planning.”

“Did I just spoil a surprise?” Sydney says with a wince.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure her. “I don’t think he’ll mind since he invited you guys.”

You’re not sure she’s reassured, but she looks far too tired to apologize further. So you finish putting your shoes on, grabbing your purse and then waving goodbye to her as she just stays there, leaning against Yunho’s door.

You’ll give her shit for the hickey on her neck later today.

*****

San is waiting right in front of your building, his hazard lights on as he couldn’t quite park on the side of the road. He waves at you with a bright smile on as he sees you walking out, and your lips curve upwards as you wave back, jogging to his car.

“Good morning!” you greet him as you get into the car, settling down in the passenger seat.

You pull on the seatbelt, though San stops you with a hand on your jaw, turning your face towards him. You’re startled for half a second before he’s pecking your lips, but then you quickly melt, giving into the kiss.

It’s sweet, yet shorter than you’d wish it to be. It still leaves you with your cheeks burning and heart beating wildly, especially as San pulls away, pecking your forehead before he sits back into his seat.

“Good morning,” he greets you back.

“What was that for?” you ask as you put your seatbelt.

He winks at you, dimples on display. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Right, right.”

He just grins, full of sweet innocence that makes you want to kiss him again, and this time kiss him good, but he turns off his hazards, driving away a second later.

“Hope you’re ready,” he tells you.

“How far is it again?” you ask, grabbing your phone out of your purse as if it’ll bring the answer.

“It’s a forty-five minute drive,” San replies. “We can stop at a café if you want something to eat on the way.”

“I should be okay, I ate breakfast before you picked me up.”

He nods, and you assume he’s also eaten because he doesn’t mention a café again, instead asking you how your evening was yesterday.

You spent it at home with Sydney, talking about everything and nothing as you watched some music videos on YouTube, which quickly led to an impromptu karaoke session interrupted by Yunho coming home from the bar.

Indeed, the boys all decided to hang out last night, and though both San and Yunho claimed they tried to get you invited, the others were firm on the evening being boys only. Not that you mind - you hadn’t hung out with just Sydney in a while, so it was great to spend time with your best friend.

You even baked some sugar cookies that you ate far too quickly, and that kept you up for the first part of the night once you’d headed to bed.

“Why is there traffic?” San complains ten minutes later, when his car comes to a halt behind another car on the highway.

You glance at him, the pout on his lips endearing. “It’s fine,” you reassure him, patting his thigh. “At least we’re together.”

You’re about to pull your hand away when he drops his on top of yours, interlacing your fingers. “You know what, you’re right.” He brings your hands up, pecking the back of yours. “Thanks again for coming with me.”

You gulp, the affectionate gesture taking you by surprise, and you find yourself unable to reply for a few seconds, your mind swirling with your budding feelings for Choi San.

“Of course,” you eventually reply. “I couldn’t abandon you.”

“You’re my knight in shining armour,” San teases.

You chuckle, and then a new song comes on the radio, one that you and Sydney sang far too loud yesterday. You immediately turn the volume on, bright smile on your lips as you glance at San.

“I love this song!”

He just smiles back, and then you’re singing. He joins in, and his voice is clear, stable, far more beautiful than yours could ever be.

San sings like you imagine crystal sounds like.

“Damn,” you tell him when the song ends. “When were you going to tell me that you’re a good singer?”

He throws you a quick look before focusing on the road in front of him again. “I don’t sing well.”

“Bullshit.”

He chuckles, though it’s shy, his cheeks tinting with pink. “I really don’t.”

“Shut up,” you insist, pulling your hand away from his so that you can fold your arms on your chest. You frown slightly, lips jutting out in a small pout. “Just take the compliment.”

That makes him laugh, and you can’t help but smile at the sound, especially as he meets your gaze with those sparkling eyes of his, even as the dimples on his cheeks steal your attention.

“Well thank you, then,” he says. “I appreciate it.”

He looks awkward saying so, and you can’t blame him - you too are shit with compliments. So you make a mental note to shower him with compliments, if only so that you can help boost his self-esteem.

Not that you think Choi San is insecure. On the contrary, his cockiness and easy flirting tell you that he’s more on the confident side, but you still want to make him happy.

Gosh. You’d laugh at yourself if you heard your thoughts for him a year ago.

It ends up taking a little over an hour for you to arrive to Ikea, but San manages to get parking near the doors, which is a relief considering that it started raining five minutes ago. You quickly jog to the building together, and then you’re engulfed with warmth as you step in, San grabbing a cart by the door.

“In case we get some decorations,” he offers as an explanation.

You nod your head, and then you follow him in as you walk into the Ikea proper.

It’s overwhelming - the store is huge, and you get lost in the maze that it’s made of, though the presence of San at your side is comforting. You end up messing around in the couch section, trying every couch as if your life depends on it. It leads to a lot of laughs - and a couple side eyes from the other customers - but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You think you gain a couple more months of life whenever you hear San laughing after all.

“I don’t think that one would work with Byeol,” you say as you motion to a dark green couch that looks like it’s straight out of a Victorian house. “But goddamn, I love it.”

San smirks. “It’s giving rich.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “This is Ikea, how rich can it be?” But then you gaze at the price tag, your eyes widening. “Never mind.”

“One day,” San says solemnly as he too takes a look at the price tag, wincing at the expensive price. “One day we’ll have a fancy house with all the fancy furniture that you want.”

His words have your heart racing in your chest. Knowing he’s imagining a future with you…

You can’t help the grin on your lips as you follow him towards what appears to be different models of bedrooms.

“You’re adorable,” San says with a soft voice, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to press a quick kiss on the top of your head.

“So are you,” you fire back. “Already imagining us living together.”

“Why not?” he says, stopping in his tracks to let a woman and her kid pass in front of the cart. “That’s most of the fun of being at Ikea.”

“And here I thought it was because of me.”

San laughs as he starts pushing his cart forward again, and you follow him quickly. “It is because of you. How can I help myself when I have a beautiful girl with me?”

You flush red. “Ew, you’re so cheesy.”

He grins, winking at you. “And you love it.”

You don’t have it in you to deny it, so you just roll your eyes as you make your way to the bedroom section.

San already knows what night table he wants - he just wants a second one like the one he already has - and so he quickly finds it, noting down the name of it before you continue your journey in the store. He ends up choosing a small desk for the walk-in closet as well, and then you’re walking through the kid section, your eyes catching on a plushie.

“Oh my God!” you let out, grabbing the small, pink pig. “It’s adorable.”

San just smiles at you as you put it in the cart. “Are you really buying this?”

“No, you’re buying it for me,” you shoot back with a wink.

He burst out laughing, grabbing the plush toy and putting it back where you took it. You make to fold your arms on your chest in protest, but he pulls on your arm, making you fall in his embrace.

“I’ll get you something better tonight,” he says as a promise, pecking the top of your head.

You’re frozen. Before him, you would have been horrified at the public display of affection, but with him it just feels right. Feels like you should always be falling into his arms, if only so that he can peck the top of your head after.

You wrap your arms around his waist, tilting your head back to look at him. “Yeah.”

He nods, delivering a sweet kiss to your forehead next. “Yes, I promise.”

“And let me ask,” you say, a smirk slowly growing on your lips. “Where are you going to get me something better?”

“You’ll see,” he replies enigmatically, taking a step back.

So he’s unaware that Yunho told Sydney, and that Sydney told you. Not wanting to disappoint him and ruin the surprise, you pretend like you don’t know, instead grumbling, “It better not be some furniture making.”

“What about baby making?”

You stumble on your feet, your cheeks flushing red as you punch him in the arm. He only laughs, a wide grin on his lips as he looks at you.

“Jesus fuck, San, we’re in public,” you grit through your teeth.

He shrugs, looking around the two of you. “Does it look like somebody heard?”

It really doesn’t, yet the embarrassment clings to you as he starts walking away, pushing the cart towards the decoration section. Your cheeks are still tinted with pink by the time he stops to grab a decorative pillow, showing it to you.

“Do you think this would look good on the couch?” he asks.

You take a deep breath, pursing your lips. “I think so? Would Byeol be okay with it?”

“She’ll probably sleep on it,” San says, and he immediately drops the pillow in the cart, adding another one a second later. “Sold.”

You laugh, your embarrassment finally dwindling away, and then you continue to walk through the store, stopping when San sees a fake plant that he claims would look good in his bedroom, on the new night table he’s getting.

As he says so, your eyes are attracted to three little black sculptures of a bear, a squirrel and a bunny, and you point towards them, smiling excitedly.

“This!” you just say.

San looks towards you, his brow creased in confusion. “Huh?”

“You have to buy this.”

He eyes the little statues, cocking his head to the side. “Where would I put them?”

“With the plant!”

He chuckles at your enthusiasm. “Byeol will probably make them fall.”

You pout, offering him the best puppy eyes you can muster up. He rolls his eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, and he grabs a box, putting it in the cart.

“Happy?” he asks you.

You nod your head quickly, grinning. “Hell yeah.”

You burst out laughing at the same time, and then you’re heading to the warehouse area. There’s no trolley available for the boxes with the furniture, so you end up playing Tetris in the cart, managing to get everything in there. You have to hold onto one of the boxes though, and you do so as you head to the register so that San can pay.

Luckily for you, by the time that’s done and you step outside, the rain has stopped, and though puddles litter the ground, you make your way to the car without getting wet. San opens the trunk, and then puts the backseat down so that you can fit the boxes in the car. It’s a tight fit, yet you manage to close the trunk, putting the cart away before finally climbing into the car, right in time with the rain starting again.

“This weather sucks,” you drily comment, and San chuckles next to you.

“Perfect weather to be stuck inside all day building some furniture.”

You groan. “You’re really going to make me do this?”

To your surprise, San misses your teasing tone. Indeed, he pouts, quickly saying, “Well, you really don’t have to help. Sorry if I made you feel like you have to.”

“San!” You grab his hand to attract his attention. “I was just teasing you. Of course I’ll help.”

He smiles victoriously, and you only then understand the manipulation that just happened. He flicks your nose as he winks, and then he’s turning the key in the ignition, and his car comes to life.

“I think I might hate you a little,” you grumble.

He laughs heartily. “You really don’t.”

If only he knew how right he is. Because there’s not a single ounce of your body that holds hate for the man sitting next to you.

The drive back ends taking just as long as the drive to the store, and San insists on stopping at a café to grab something to eat - for strength for the furniture making, he claims. You don’t complain, your stomach grumbling as you’re waiting in line. San teases you for it, and you narrow your eyes at him, trying your best at glaring but failing miserably.

“You’re adorable,” San says, and he grabs your hand, pulling you into his side. “Thank you for coming to Ikea with me.”

Your heart flutters, and your glare melts into a soft smile as you reply, “Thank you for inviting me.”

He simply nods, pulling you to the counter when the person in front of you finishes ordering.

“Hello,” the barista says. “What can I get for you?”

San glances at you quizzically, and you get the cue, smiling at the barista. “Huh, I’ll have…” you trail off as you scan the menu behind her. “The ham and brie sandwich, please.”

She nods. “Do you want it grilled?”

“Yes.”

She smiles, glancing towards San once before setting her gaze on you again. “Anything to drink?”

“Just a hot chocolate, please.”

She puts your order in, and then San tells her he’ll have the same thing. He pays, refusing to split the bill, and then he pulls you to the side as you wait for the order to be ready. It doesn’t take too long, and San guides you to a table in the corner so that you can eat.

“Shouldn’t we head to yours?” you ask as you sit.

“Gotta eat these sandwiches while the cheese is melted,” he points out, and he immediately takes a bite of his.

You chuckle, nodding. “Wise move.”

You eat quickly, sharing light conversation here and there while rain lashes at the vitrine of the café. It makes for a gentle ambiance, especially with the soft indie music playing in the background, and you end up lazing around for a little while once you finish eating, sipping on your hot chocolate while San tells you about his latest work-out at the gym, saying that you should go with him.

“One day,” you say. “One day I’ll go with you.”

He pouts. “That sounds like you won’t.”

You wink at him, taking a sip of hot chocolate as you remain silent. He just chuckles, and then the conversation moves to the midterm that you have next week, and the study session you’re supposed to have with him tomorrow.

Though Wooyoung and Sydney are also supposed to come, as you’ll study at the library.

A little while later, when your hot chocolate mugs are emptied and you can’t make any excuses for staying here any longer, you head back to the car, San driving you both back to his place.

You’re not surprised when he parks his car in an underground parking lot - his building is kind of fancy after all. He manages to lock one of the elevators for your use too, and so you’re able to bring everything up at the same time, sweat beading on your forehead by the time you’re in his apartment, watching Byeol as she sniffs at one of the cushions curiously.

“Shit,” you let out, wiping your brow. “That was a work-out.”

San snorts. “That does not count as a work-out.”

You ignore him, adding, “I didn’t even have to go to the gym with you.

“That’s mean,” San whines with a pout on his lips, and you just tap his chest as you shrug off your coat, draping it on one of the dinner table chairs.

“Sorry not sorry,” you sing-song, and you’re about to turn around to look at him when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“I’ll make sure you’re sorry later,” he purrs in your ear, and then he pushes your hair off to gain access to your neck. He kisses your skin once, teasing it with his teeth, and then he’s pulling away, slapping your ass. “Let’s get to work.”

Your mind is spinning as you glance at him, heart beating out of your chest. “What the fuck was that?”

He shrugs. “Guess you’ll find out later.”

You swallow, your dry throat almost making you choke.

Guess you will find out later, after all.

*****

“Holy fucking shit,” San curses. “Are we dumb?”

You’re a laughing mess where you’re lying on the ground. “I told you you were supposed to put that there.”

San groans, plopping on the floor next to you. “Who knew making a desk was so complicated?”

You turn your head to look at him. “I don’t think it’s supposed to be complicated. I just think we’re bad at it.”

He snorts, nodding his head in agreement. Byeol trots towards him, climbing on his lap. He mindlessly pet her, the cat starting to purr almost immediately as she lies down on him.

“At least we finished the night stand.”

You’re currently in the walk-in closet, and you glance through the door towards the night table, and the plant resting on top of it.

“And my little statues are perfect,” you declare with a tired smile.

“Just the perfect touch to the whole decor,” San agrees.

You nod, and then you shut your eyes, sighing deeply. “Maybe we just need to take a nap.”

“Nu-uh,” San lets out. “We have to finish before we go out tonight.”

“Go out?” You sit up, glancing down at yourself. “I’m definitely not dressed to go out tonight.”

Byeol suddenly slaps San’s hand, trotting away as if she never wanted to be petted to begin with. “I promise your clothes are perfectly okay for the place I’m bringing you.”

You hum, tilting your head to the side. “I’ll have to trust you on that.”

He nods with a smile, and you’re relieved you didn’t tell him that you know about the arcade. He looks so excited about it, and you’d hate to kill that sweet smile on his lips.

“Alright,” he says, slapping his thighs once. “Let’s do this.”

“Let’s go!”

To manage to finish the desk, you end up having to remove some pieces to fit the one San forgot. It doesn’t take too long, and about half an hour later, the desk is done, finally resting against the wall in the place San chose for it.

“I’ll put the clothes in there some other time,” he says as he glances at the pile of neatly folded clothes under the ones that are hanging on the other wall. “I’m done for today.”

He gets up, offering you his hand to take so that he can pull you up. You gladly accept it, stumbling a little as his strength almost sends you flying into him. He steadies you with his hands on your shoulders, laughing at your expense, and then you’re following him to the living room, where you find Byeol now lying down on one of the cushions.

San sits next to her, spreading his thighs as he leans back against the couch. The sight strikes you dumb for a moment, and you just stand in the doorway to his bedroom, looking at him. He cocks an eyebrow, a smirk growing on his lips.

“Need help with something?”

It brings you out of the trance he’s seemingly put you into, and you walk over to him, sitting next to him. You grab the cushion next to you, holding it to your chest.

“So when are we leaving?” you ask.

He pulls out his phone from his pocket, glancing at it before tossing it on the couch. “We’ve got like two hours and a half to kill.” He wets his lips, turning his head towards you. “Want to watch a movie?”

You nod in agreement, and San gets up to grab the TV remote under the TV. He comes back a second later, plopping down even closer to you, his thigh pressing against yours. You readjust yourself, leaning your back against the armrest as you put your legs on his lap.

He glances at you as the TV turns on, the Netflix logo appearing. “So I’m a footrest now?”

“Yup.”

He laughs, the dimple on his cheek attracting your eyes like a moth to the flame when he looks at the TV again. “Alright, I see how it is.”

You chuckle, and then you focus on the screen too, as you try to choose a movie. You both don’t find anything to your liking, so San switches to Disney plus, and your eyes widen when you see that the Deadpool and Wolverine movie is now streaming.

San senses your excitement, an endeared laugh falling from his lips, and then he turns it on, putting the remote down next to him before he shifts lying down with his head on your chest.

You worry at your bottom lip as you try to hide the shy smile that appeared on your mouth, but San doesn’t even look your way, making himself comfortable on your chest while you wrap your arms around his neck.

“If I’m the footrest, then you’ll be the headrest,” he says once he finds a good position.

You snort, patting his head. “It’s a perfect deal if I do say so myself.”

The movie starts, interrupting further conversation, and you find yourself glued to the action as it immediately lights up the screen, a snowy field reminding you of the Logan movie appearing.

You want to pat yourself on the shoulder when you realize that, as a matter of fact, it really is the field from the ending of the Logan movie.

The movie is fun, Deadpool’s quips and jokes making the both of you laugh. You’re distracted, fully focused on the scenes unfolding in front of your eyes, when San sits up, almost startling you.

“Where are you going?” you ask in a whine.

He laughs, getting up and then pecking your forehead. “Just going to the bathroom. Don’t wait for me.”

You don’t, watching Deadpool and Wolverine fighting against a horde of Deadpools, and San soon comes back, though this time he spreads your legs, making himself at home between them as he rests his head on your belly.

“That has to be uncomfortable,” you tell him as you look down at him to see how his neck is bent at a weird angle.

“Never have been so comfortable in my life,” he says, and he turns his head to the side to press a light kiss on your abdomen.

Though you’re pretty sure that’s a lie, you don’t argue further, instead losing your hands in his hair as you watch the movie some more.

But San had something in mind. That much you can tell when his hand starts tracing lines on your thigh, going towards your inner thigh before moving back towards a less sensitive area. On and on he goes, hiking his fingers higher every time, but his position doesn’t allow him to reach what you assume is his destination.

“What are you doing?” you tell him when your thigh instinctively spasms from one of his motions tickling it.

“Just touching you,” he says casually. “Unless you want me to keep my hands to myself?”

He lifts his head, glancing at you. He’s got a mischievous sparkle in the depth of his gaze, and you slightly narrow your eyes, trying to interpret his features.

“So you don’t have anything in mind?” you ask, and you pull on his hair, just enough for his eyes to darken as he takes you in.

“Seems like someone else has something in mind, mmh?” he answers, and then he’s moving up, pressing his lips to yours.

As much as you were invested in the movie a minute ago, San steals your thoughts as he kisses you languidly, his knee between your legs. It brushes your pussy, and you let out a breathy sound, especially as he moves to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin.

You try to glance at the movie, but then he bites, and your eyes flutter shut as you softly moan.

“San,” you breathe out a second later.

He lifts his head, lips swollen from his ministrations on your neck. “Huh?”

“You’re distracting me.”

He chuckles, pecking your lips once. “Maybe that’s the goal, baby.”

Your throat dries out, your mouth falling open, but San is back on your neck. You can feel his smirk as he teases your skin with his teeth, and you instinctively turn your head to the side to allow him better access. He jumps on the occasion, kissing the spot where your jaw connects with your neck, and shivers run up and down your spine as you lose your hand in his hair.

It’s sinful. Something about the way San is kissing your neck, knee pressing against you, is so sinful that you start soaking your panties, eyes tightly shut now as you think about how his dick felt against you the other day.

It turns you on, far too much, and when San straightens to pull you down on the couch, you let him do it, pulling him back down by the collar of his shirt after so that you can kiss him with all the fire that’s starting to burn in your veins. He takes it in stride, kissing you with the same intensity, but he’s quick to disconnect your mouths so that he can go down your body instead.

You look down at him, chest going up and down quickly. Byeol has long disappeared somewhere, and you just hope she’s not going to come back anytime soon when San’s fingers stop on the button of your pants.

“Can I take this off?” he asks with such lust in his eyes you feel like the fire in you might be that of a star - an endless combustion that only leaves you burning for more.

“Yes.”

Your breathy answer brings a smirk to his mouth, and San wets his lips as he unbuttons your pants, pulling the zipper down after. He doesn’t look away as he starts pulling your pants down, and you lift your hips up to help him.

Your heart is racing in your chest as the fabric slowly goes down your legs, getting caught in your ankles. San still manages to get the clothing off, and then it’s falling to the floor as he freezes where he’s kneeling, looking down at you with ravenous eyes.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks as one of his fingers finds the inside of your ankle, and he slowly traces up your leg. “I could just sit here and look at you.” He reaches your knee, his gaze never leaving yours. “Could watch you looking at me like that-” your lower thigh “- Like I’m the only thing in the universe.” He stops at your inner thigh, tracing a circle. “But then I wouldn’t get to taste you, mmh?”

You gulp, nodding your head. It feels like you’re about to be devoured, and your pussy already tingles in anticipation.

“Do you want me to taste you?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He smirks, tilting his head to the side. “Good girl.”

And then he’s hooking his finger in your panties, brushing his knuckle against your clit. You moan at the sudden friction, yet it lasts for only a second as he holds your panties to the side. You’re already breathless, and you just look at him as he’s still staring at you.

“Something that you want?” he teases.

You want to curse at him, but all that you end up saying is, “Want your mouth on me.”

“Oh, you’ll get that.” It’s a promise. At least that’s what his dark gaze tells you, especially as he glances down at your pussy before looking at you again. “You’ll get plenty of that. But first…”

He trails off, words unnecessary when his finger goes back to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. He then moves to your entrance, circling that too, collecting your wetness before he brings it back to your clit. He flicks at it, lightly, yet it’s like lightning bolts shooting up your spine.

“San…”

“Mmh?” he lets out.

He stops touching you for a second, but then his thumb replaces his finger, feeling even better. You’re at a loss for words, and your hips just instinctively move up as if looking for more friction.

“Greedy, are we?”

You want to hate him for the teasing, yet it just turns you on so much that you think he’ll make you come in no time. Especially as his thumb goes back down to your entrance, pushing in for half a heartbeat before he’s back on your clit.

He’s good. You were aware of that before, but San knows his way around your body already. He knows it so well he knows right when to accelerate and slow down, knows the right amount of pressure to put on your clit for it to not be too oversensitive.

“Fuck.” The curse falls from his lips, and your eyes flutter open as the couch mattress moves under you from him shifting.

All you can see is his dark hair, and then his tongue replaces his thumb, and your back arches off the couch.

“Easy, baby,” he tells you, laying a large hand on your belly to push you back down. “Let me take care of you.”

You whine as he blows on your pussy, though the whine dies in a choked sound as he pushes a finger in you, slowly. Your walls spasm around him, yet it’s so slow you don’t come undone, only moan his name as he slowly pulls his digit out, only to push it in again at the same infuriating rhythm.

“More,” you beg in between two pants.

He chuckles, and then his tongue is on you once more, devouring you like you might be his last meal on Earth. It’s so insanely good that the room starts spinning around you, and you shut your eyes to focus on the sensations, to focus on the way he’s slowly guiding you towards what you know will be a mind blowing orgasm.

He curls his finger, brushes the nutty spot inside of you and your orgasm comes crashing towards you…

Only to entirely stop in its tracks when San suddenly pulls away, kneeling between your legs again. The denied orgasm hurts, and you look at him with betrayal in your heart. He just kneels there, his bottom lip between his teeth as he stares at you beneath his lashes, his head tilted to the side.

“Didn’t I say I’d make sure you’re sorry earlier?”

You’re out of breath, and it takes you a moment to remind the comment he’d said after you teased him about not needing to go to the gym. “You can’t be serious.”

The frustration in your voice makes him laugh. “So what if I am?”

He pats your thigh, and then sits back against the couch, hand going to his lap as he readjusts his erection in his pants. You just lay there for a moment, pussy bared to his gaze.

But you won’t let him win. Indeed, you slip your hand between your legs, pressing your fingers on your swollen clit.

“Should I finish myself off, then?”

San freezes, and you watch a muscle feathering under his skin as he clenches his jaw once before relaxing. He looks at you, eyes going between your legs.

“Think you can make yourself come?”

To make a show of it, you start drawing circles on your clit, watching San as he watches you. It’s sinful, something you’ll likely be embarrassed about later, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now. Not when the orgasm is so close, and you already feel like you’re heading towards it again.

You see the moment San loses his restraint. His hand goes back to your pussy, and he’s quick to push a finger in as you keep your motions on your clit. The pleasurable intrusion is enough to send you flying towards your orgasm, especially as he starts pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady rhythm.

You don’t know when you come. All you know is that you’re suddenly riding the wave, your mind going numb with ecstasy as your climax hits, your walls spasming around his finger. San milks the orgasm out of you, guides you through it as your head swirls with your release.

Once you come down, San pulls his finger out of you, bringing it to his lips to clean it. You’re too fucked out to truly realize what he’s doing, up until he laughs at the TV, and you look towards it too.

The credits are rolling down the screen, and you can’t help the small chuckle that falls from your lips.

“Oops,” you let out.

“Completely missed the ending,” San comments. “We’ll have to rewind it and finish it later.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your beating heart. “Why not now?”

“I assume you want to take a shower?”

You look down at him and at the not-so hidden tent in his pants. “I want to take care of you.”

He wets his lips. “Tonight, baby. I don’t think we have time right now.” You pout and, to your surprise, San bends down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I promise we can start where we ended tonight, m’kay?” He pecks your nose next, and then he straightens, offering you his hand to take. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then let’s head to the restaurant.”

You already can’t wait to be home from the arcade later tonight.

*****

You don’t think you’ve eaten this much in months.

You sit back against your seat, patting your belly. San, sitting next to you, glances at you with a laugh on his lips, and you groan.

“I think I ate too much,” you say.

“It’s because Syd kept putting everything on your plate,” Yunho comments, sending a short glare to your best friend.

Short, because it melts to an endeared look the second she glances his way. “Yah, I was fair to everyone. You guys just ordered too much meat.”

“Gotta get the proteins in for the gains,” San jokes, flexing his arm.

You punch him in the shoulder. “Get lost, loser.”

“Hey!” San frowns, pouting his lips as he looks at you. You just grin while Sydney and Yunho laugh in the background, though you can tell that Sydney is holding back.

She’s not yet fully comfortable around San after all. Though she’d been last Saturday at the park, but you assume the alcohol helped her tremendously then.

The conversation moves to other subjects, slowly drifting towards when you should head to the arcade, and you look at San’s profile, barely even hiding the fact that you’re admiring him. He senses your eyes on him, and he turns to meet your gaze, a soft smile growing on his lips.

It seems there was a lull in the conversation, because Yunho and Sydney start on another subject, leaving you and San to just share a look.

There’s electricity in his gaze. Current that flows right to your bloodstream, making your heart beat faster. You can’t help the smile that overtakes your features and, unable to resist, you say, “I can’t wait to beat your ass at the arcade.”

“As if you stand a chance,” he teases back, but then he’s pouting. “I can’t believe Syd spoiled the surprise.”

You grab his hand, squeezing it once to chase the pout away from his features. “Don’t worry about it, I’m still really excited. It’ll be really fun.”

He nods once, leaning forward to press a kiss on your temple. Your chest warms, blood creeping to your cheeks as you feel your brother looking your way.

“I’ll get the bill and we can split later,” Yunho says, interrupting the sweet moment with San.

There’s a knowing smirk on your brother’s lips, like he’s proud of himself for ruining the moment, and your eyes send daggers his way as he raises a hand, meeting your waiter’s gaze.

After the bill is finally paid, you all head to the arcade, which coincidentally is right next door. You walk in to the sound of some old K-pop music playing in the background, a song you think might be from Big Bang blasting on the speakers. Mixed with the music are the distinct sounds of the many games that can be found at the arcade, like the racing games and the shooting ones. You think you might even spy a punching bag in the distance, but a crowd is huddled around it, and it’s hard to tell.

You head to the counter first, all of you investing twenty dollars in coins for the games, telling yourselves that you can always come back later if you want more. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, and you make your way to the first game, some zombie shooting game that leaves the group of you laughing and struggling to catch breath from your shared lack of aim. Yunho ends up being the one with the highest score, and his winning streak persists through the next three games, but you and San manage to beat Sydney and Yunho at the basketball game.

“Let’s do this one again!” you excitedly say, jumping in place as you point at the basketball game.

“No thanks,” Yunho drawls. “I think I’d rather do some racing games.” He looks at Sydney pleadingly, and then he grabs her hand. “Please come with me?”

She’s beaming under his attention - you doubt he needed to plead at all. “Yeah, let’s go beat your ass.”

His mouth falls open and then they burst laughing. You watch them as they walk away, a smile on your lips, and then you look at San to find him looking at you already.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re adorable.”

You blush. “Stop saying that.”

“No but…” he trails off. “You just look so happy for them, and I think it’s adorable.”

You purse your lips, scrunching your nose up. “I am really happy for them.”

San grabs your hand, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “I know.” He pulls away, unaware that he’s got your heart racing in your chest, and then he points towards the basketball game. “Let’s do this.”

You take a deep breath to tame the wild beats of your heart, and then you face the game again. “Should we play against each other?”

“Oh hell yeah,” San says, the challenge barely hidden from his words. “Get ready to have your ass handed to you.”

“Won’t happen.”

You both start the game at the same time, and you start shooting time and time again, barely ever stopping. The ball almost always falls through the hoop, and you laugh as you notice San missing three shots in a row.

“Yeah, it really won’t happen.”

“Yah, I've barely started,” San argues, and this time he starts to score again. He’s shooting faster than you - you might have been momentarily distracted by his arm as he throws the ball - and you blink out of your reverie, locking in on the game.

You end up losing to San by only a couple of points, and you fold your arms on your chest as he looks at you with a smug smile. You glare at him, waiting for him to tease you, but he just looks at you, the smile slowly turning endeared.

“Are you sad you lost?” he coos in a baby voice, and your mouth falls open in offense.

“Shut up!”

“Poor you,” he says, reaching for your cheeks as he tries to squeeze time.

You shriek, swatting his hand away. “Stand back!”

“Or what?” he teases, taking a step towards you.

You take one back, looking at him through narrowed eyes. “Or I’ll make you regret it later.”

It’s an echo of the same words he’s told to you before, and San just chuckles, his eyes darkening even though the neon lights of the arcade reflect in his gaze.

“Oh will you, now?” he purrs as he takes another step closer, and this time you don’t move back.

Though San is not extremely tall, he still towers over you, and you have to tilt your head back to keep the eye contact.

“Yeah.”

San just chuckles manly before suddenly pinching your cheek. You yelp, jumping back before you punch him in the shoulder, a curse on your lips. He just laughs at your expense, and then wraps his arms around your waist. You fight against his hold, though it soon dawns on you that you won’t win against him.

Not when it comes to strength. So you change tactics, your hands aiming for his sides, and you tickle him. The sound he lets out is all worth it, and you burst out laughing as he looks at you in betrayal before joining your laughter.

You love moments like these with him. Where you feel like the rest of the world fades in the background, and there’s just you and him. You’ve never really experienced that with anyone before - maybe with Jungkook, during the short-lived honeymoon period you’d had before it had become… what it had become.

The thought showers you in cold water, and you find yourself unable to focus as San leads you to the next game, and the one after that. You run out of coins to play soon after, and San offers to get you more. You just shrug your shoulders, pulling at some dry skin on your bottom lip while San looks at you, his features slowly filling with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he grabs your hand, his thumb drawing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“I…” You take a deep breath. “Yes, sorry. I got distracted.”

His lips stretch in a tight line before he nods, pulling you closer. “Do you want to go home?”

The disappointment in his tone brings you back to the current moment. To the fact that you’re likely ruining something he was proud to have organized, and you beat yourself up mentally.

“Shit, no,” you say. “We haven’t even played the claw machine yet.”

Though you don’t sound fully convincing, San gives you the benefit of the doubt, pecking your forehead softly before he says, “Let me get some coins for that and then I’ll win you the cutest plushie.”

He’s sweet. Adorable, caring, and oh so healing. Jungkook fades out of your mind at the soft smile on San’s lips, and you can’t resist his gravity. You pull him in, tiptoeing so that you can kiss him. And though it’s featherlight, barely more than a peck, it brings you back your excitement for the evening.

San really is healing, in all ways that matter.

Once he gets the coins, San comes back to you, grabbing your hand to pull you towards the claw machines. The bright lights catch your gaze as you walk in the two alleys, unable to choose which one you want to do first. San just lets you look around, a soft smile on his mouth as you excitedly point to a couple of them.

“These are so cute,” you say, pointing to the plushies in one of the claw machines. They’re all food inspired, ranging from pizzas to broccolis and even something you think is a milk shake.

“Do you want me to get you something from that one, then?” San asks.

You shake your head, pulling him behind you as you continue making your way to the next machine.

That one reveals many different animals, but it’s the cat that catches your gaze - it’s black, with huge, green eyes, and you point at it with a grin on your lips.

“Oh my God! Look at this one!”

San chuckles. “The cat?”

“It could be Byeol’s sibling!”

“Careful, she’ll get jealous.”

You narrow your gaze, letting go of San’s hand to fold your arms on your chest. “I want that one.”

“What’s the pout for?” he teases, laughing. “You look like a five year old.”

You slap his shoulder, rolling your gaze as you head closer to the claw machine. “How does this thing work?”

San stops behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he puts his head down on your shoulder. You feel your cheeks turning red, yet you don’t tell him to move - not when his embrace is so goddamn warm.

“Just gotta put the coins in,” San says. “Do you want to try first?”

“Mmh, I’ve never done this before,” you admit.

San puts a coin in the machine, and lively music starts playing as the claw moves to the top. “So,” he lets out. “You grab this, position it where you want it to be, and then you press on the button. The claw will go down and catch whatever you want.”

“Easy,” you say, though you wince. “I kind of knew that part though.”

He steps next to you, frowning slightly. “You said you’ve never done it.”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, though,” you point out, chuckling as he sighs, looking away, his lips jutting out in a pout.

“Alright then, do it yourself.”

You laugh, pinching his side in a swift motion. He yelps, almost jumping in place, and then he’s attacking you, hands on your side as you shriek. You know you’re getting looks from the people around you, though you can’t bring yourself to care.

He’s far too healing to care about other people’s opinion.

“I yield, I yield,” you say a moment later, when it becomes clear that you have no chance to win against him.

He laughs, pecking your forehead as he lets go of you. “Now, let’s get that plushie.”

You nod once, taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, and then you face the machine, rubbing your hands together.

“Let’s do this.”

*****

As a matter of fact, you don’t do this at all. You run out of coins as you both try and try to get the black cat - San manages to make it move once, but without any luck, and disappointment hits you when you realize that you don’t have another chance.

“Why is it so hard?” you whine.

San sighs, leaning against the machine. “This thing hates us.”

“I just wanted a cute plushie.”

“You’ll get it,” San says, pushing up from the machine. He stands straight looking down at you with a serious expression. “I’ll get it for you, just bear with me.”

“San, don’t-”

But he’s already walking away, heading to the reception area. You just stand there, watching him as he buys more coins, and then he’s walking back towards you, a determined look on his face.

“You didn’t need to get more,” you tell him as he stops next to you.

He shrugs his shoulders. “I promised I’d get you something tonight. I’m not going to give up that easily.”

You purse your lips, taking a deep breath. “Thank you.”

His eyes widen. “I haven’t even gotten it yet.”

“No, I know.” You pause, wetting your lips as you search for the right words to say. “I just never really had anyone willing to do something like this for me. Means a lot.”

San remains silent for a moment, looking at you with a sad look on his face. You have to remind yourself that he doesn’t know about Jungkook, doesn’t know about what your ex put you through…

You have to remind yourself that he can’t know, too.

“Then I really have to get it for you.”

You’re falling in love. Free falling, even.

Will he catch you when the time comes?

It takes San a few tries, and he’s on the fifth when he finally manages to get a hold of the plushie. You hold your breath as the claw moves up, and then towards the zone where it lets go the cat. It falls much like you are, only to end up in the right spot. San yells in victory, and he grabs the plushie, handing it to you.

“I told you I’d do it!”

He’s grinning from ear to ear, his dimples bright on his cheeks and fuck, you really are in love.

How is it that you fell in love with him so quickly?

You take the cat from his hands, holding it to your chest. You smile at San, thanking him profusely, and he just laughs, shaking his head as if he didn’t spend forty dollars just to get you a plush toy.

“Don’t worry about the money,” San says, tugging on your hand to pull you towards Sydney and Yunho in the distance. “I just really wanted to make you happy, and there is no price to that.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you say, though the smile on your lips is enough to tell him that you love it.

“For you?” He winks at you. “Yes. You could even say I’m a simp.”

The comment makes you laugh, and you just giggle as he keeps pulling you towards your brother and your best friend, who just look at you curiously, probably wondering how in hell did San manage to break through your walls so quickly.

It does scare you, too, but then again there’s just something about him…

“Are you guys ready to leave?” San asks as you stop next to the pair.

Yunho glances at Sydney. “What do you think?”

“I’m kinda tired,” she says. “But we don’t want to force you guys to go too.”

“Nah, I think we did everything we wanted,” you say. “Unless you wanted to do something else?”

San glances at you, his eyes falling to the plushie you’re clinging to. “Nah, all good. I already spent way too much for that plushie.”

“I told you not to spend so much!”

“But you wanted it!”

Yunho and Sydney just watch the two of you as you bicker, stifling their laughs. You notice their heavy gazes on your profile, so you turn your head, looking at them. “What?”

“Are you guys like twenty years married or something?” Yunho says.

Sydney elbows him in the ribs. “Shut up.”

“No but…”

“Shut up,” she repeats, and it’s your turn to laugh at their expense.

“As if you guys are any better,” you tease them.

Yunho just smiles proudly while Sydney's cheeks dust with pink.

The conversation dies for a few seconds until San finally speaks again, breaking the slight awkwardness as he asks if everyone is ready to go. You all agree, and so you make your way outside, and then to San’s car.

Because of course he drove Yunho and Sydney. His excuse was that you needed to get your stuff to be able to sleep over at his tonight, and you hadn’t argued, not when the invitation made you far happier than you’d dare admit it.

Though you’re pretty sure San noticed, but at least he didn’t tease you for it.

San’s car is parked somewhat far from the restaurant and the arcade, so you end up walking in the soft drizzle, trying to hide your face in the lapels of your jacket. It doesn’t quite work, and you’re freezing by the time you sit in the passenger seat while Yunho and Sydney slide into the backseat.

San is last to climb into the car, and he immediately puts the keys in the ignition, blasting the heat as soon as the engine rumbles to life.

“Why is it so cold so early in the year?” you complain as you rub your hands together. “It feels like we’re in November.”

“If we’re lucky, we’ll get some warmer weather like last week again,” Sydney says from the backseat.

“I’ve heard that it’s supposed to be cold this year.” It’s Yunho speaking, and you glance his way.

“Please don’t say that.”

“Good thing you’ve got someone to keep you warm now.”

The words out of your brother’s mouth make you cringe, and you flash him your middle finger while San just laughs beside you. And then San puts his hand on your thigh, distracting you from your brother, and you sit back in your seat, looking at the street as San pulls out of the parking lot, heading towards your apartment.

The drive isn’t too long. Twenty minutes later, San’s dropping your brother and Sydney off and, since you got your stuff already earlier, you wave them goodbye from the car, looking at them jogging to the front door. Once they’re in, San drives away again, and you glance at him.

The orange light of the streetlights casts shadows on his face, and he meets your gaze for a few seconds, his lips curving upwards in the softest of smiles.

“Hey,” he lets out.

You lean your head against the seat, the same smile making its way to your mouth. “Hey.”

He grabs your hand, pulling it to his mouth so that he can press a gentle peck on your knuckles. Butterflies take flight in your chest, and you welcome the feeling in, ignoring the thought of Jungkook that suddenly flashes in your mind.

You don’t want to be thinking about Jungkook. Not ever again, not after everything he did to you.

Everything you did to him, too.

Jungkook was sweet to you too, once. You’d thought he was the love of your life… but life had other plans for the two of you, didn’t it?

“What are you thinking of?” San asks, interrupting your train of thoughts, stopping it before it goes further.

You freeze, and then you look outside the window, watching the city as it passes by. “Nothing,” you lie. You take a deep breath, and then you look at him again. “Thank you for tonight. I really had fun.”

His dimples appear for a short moment, and then he’s also focusing on the road once more. “Of course. I really wanted to do an activity, and when I talked to your brother yesterday at the bar, I figured you’d be happy if I invited him and Syd too.”

“I really was,” you say, happy that your change of subject worked so well. “But I’m also happy we ended up spending some time just the two of us too, you know?”

He brings your hand to his lips again for another soft kiss. “I know. Me too.”

You smile at him, though this time the ghost of Jungkook doesn’t quite leave your mind. It lingers around, haunting you, rendering you far more silent than you usually are, and you don’t speak for the rest of the ride to San’s place, following him in once you get there.

You think San knows you have something on your mind. Maybe because you’ve spent a lot of time together in the last few weeks, and it’s bound to have made him learn how to recognize your emotions to a certain extent. But he doesn’t say anything, gives you the space to decide if you want to talk or not. You appreciate it - you don’t think you’d be able to talk to him about Jungkook. It would make everything that happened way too… real.

“Byeol,” San sing-songs when he opens the door to his apartment, and his cat comes trotting your way.

You only remember you still have the cat plush toy in your hands when Byeol stops a couple of steps away, her back arching.

“Look, we brought you a new friend,” you tell her, bending down to show her the plush toy.

She takes a hesitant step towards you, extending her neck in your direction so that she can sniff the toy. When she realizes it’s no threat, she moves away, rubbing herself on San’s legs.

“Well, I guess she doesn’t give a fuck,” San deadpans.

You laugh as he bends down, picking Byeol up and pressing a kiss on the top of her head. She tries to dodge, which obviously makes you laugh again, especially as she jumps out of his arms a second later to trot away.

“She clearly doesn’t,” you agree.

You take your jacket off, kicking your shoes off and putting the slippers San keeps for you on before walking in and plopping on the couch. San stops by the bathroom first, meeting you a minute later as you’re looking at the cat plushie, pulling on its extravagantly long tail.

“I didn’t notice,” you start as he plops down next to you, “but the tail is long.”

San nods, letting out a small laugh. “It kinda looks ridiculous.”

“Hey, don’t insult it!”

That just makes San laugh harder, and you roll your eyes, though an amused smile lingers at the corners of your mouth.

“What do you want to call it?”

You ponder for a time, and then you grab the tail again, raising it in the space between you and San. “Mr Snake.”

San’s gaze widens and he snorts. “Mr Snake?” You nod. “It’s a cat.”

“Don’t care didn’t ask,” you sing-song, and then you hug the plushie to your chest, sighing deeply. “I love you, Mr Snake.”

San rolls his eyes teasingly, but then he leans his head on your shoulder as he chuckles. “I guess it’ll be Mr Snake, then.”

You nod, and then you hand him the plushie. “It’s the perfect name.”

There’s a moment of calm silence as San grabs Mr Snake, cuddling it to his chest. It looks ridiculous in his big arms, softening his edges, and you can’t help the endeared smile on your lips.

It just becomes wider when San looks up at you, eyes sparkling. He’s beautiful like this, especially as he leans in, pecking your lips.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you all night,” he murmurs.

So have you. And you don’t think the words are necessary - actions speak a lot louder, so you kiss him, eyes fluttering shut. It’s awkward with the position, and San moves a moment later, straightening so that he can deepen the kiss. His hand finds the nape of your neck, holding you close as you tilt your head to the side. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, prompting fireworks to burst in your heart, and you climb on San’s laps, cupping his cheeks.

The kiss is languid. The kiss is starting right where you’d finished earlier today, and you already feel warmth blooming in your core. San’s hands hold your waist, and then move down to your hips as he guides you on him. He grinds up at the same time, and his hardening length brushes against you.

You let out a soft moan, disconnecting from the kiss so that you can lean your forehead against his as you grind your hips again.

“Gosh, San,” you murmur, and he presses his mouth on yours once more, his tongue finding yours.

The taste of him makes you feel feral, the lust from before becoming so strong you can taste it in your throat.

There’s no turning back tonight.

“I want to go all the way with you tonight,” San whispers when he parts from your lips. One of his large hands finds the back of your head, and he pulls on your hair just enough to turn your head to the side, and then his lips are ghosting on the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his mouth moving when he adds, “I want to know what it feels like to be in you.” He sucks on your neck, and you grind on him. “I want to hear you moan while I fuck you.”

“San…”

“I want my neighbours to know just how fucking good I’ll make you feel, mmh?”

He’s insane. And you love everything about it.

“Yeah?” you let out, and it’s your turn to pull on his hair as you force his head away from your neck and against the couch. “You’d like that?”

He wets his lips, smirking darkly. “I’d fucking love it.”

You bite at your lower lip, looking down at his glistening mouth. It’s sinful, his lips swollen from your ministrations, and you know it’s just the beginning.

“Wanna do it here, or in your bedroom?” you ask.

San straightens, and then his arm wraps around your waist as he gets up from the couch. You yelp, instinctively holding onto his neck, and San chuckles as he carries you to the bedroom, dropping you on his bed.

“Want you to be comfortable while I make you come,” he says as he rests one knee on the bed between your spread legs, his mouth aiming for yours for a short yet languid kiss. He pulls away a second later to take off his shirt, standing up so that he can unbuckle his belt.

It thuds as it hits the ground, and you just watch him through half-lidded eyes as he takes off his pants, too. Soon, he’s standing in just his black boxers, eyeing you like you’re his prey, and you sit up on the bed, hand reaching for him.

You rub his dick, stopping at his tip as you feel the precum that’s been seeping through the fabric of his boxers. He just lets you do it, looking down at you as you move back down on his length, and then back to the tip.

“You’re already so hard,” you praise.

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined having sex with you?” he asks, and then he’s pushing your hand away. He pulls his boxers down, hand wrapping around his dick as he slowly strokes himself. “Every time I touch myself, you’re all I’m thinking about.”

It’s dirty. You think any other guy saying that would have creeped you out, but from San, it just makes the warmth in your core ignite into fire, and all you want is to ride his dick, to know how he’ll feel like inside of you.

“You know,” you let out, moving forward so that you can sit on the edge of the bed. “I always think of you when I touch myself, too.” Your hand replaces his at the base of his dick, and you squeeze him once.

“You do?” he asks, and you think you hear him gulp when you lean forward, your tongue swirling around his tip once.

His precum is salty, and it tastes like you’ll be drunk on him by the end of the night.

“Yeah,” you say, blowing a breath on his sensitive tip as you slowly jerk him off. “I’ve been thinking about your dick.” Your mouth closes around him, and you suck once. “Been thinking about riding you until I come.”

He grunts. “Baby, you should know that I’d rather do the work.” He pushes your hair to the side, holding it into a makeshift ponytail. “I want my princess to relax while I take care of her.”

“Your princess?” you repeat, your heart beating just a little faster even though you’ve never been big on pet names before.

“Or do you prefer I call you my little slut?”

You squeeze your thighs together as if looking for friction. “Then what would that make you?”

He leans down, stealing a quick kiss on your lips before he straightens again. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

Your heart stops in your chest, filling with so much warmth for him. Because you know he means much more than just sex. He means everything, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to let go of him.

Will he break your heart like Jungkook did?

“San…”

“I…” he trails off as if he choked on the word. He says your name, and then adds, “I really want you.”

You’re convinced he wanted to say other words, yet you take those, your attention going back to his dick, and the angry, swollen tip that’s just been begging for attention. You move forward, lick at his slit to get another taste of him, and then you wrap your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks.

San groans, and you glance up to see he’s tilted his head back, revealing the proud column of his neck to you, and the Adam’s apple that adorns it. It looks hot, so hot to know that you’re the one making him feel good, and it unleashes you.

It’s sloppy. You’re drooling all over his dick as you go back and forth, sucking when you reach the top and jerking him off as you go. San’s hands remain in your hair, yet he lets you establish the rhythm, letting you take control.

You know it won’t last long. You know he’ll snap eventually, fucking your mouth or fucking you, and you long for it.

Long for the moment he’ll fuck into you for the first time.

You moan on his dick at the thought, your pussy clenching around nothing. You’ve soaked your panties, and you think you might even be soaking through your pants as you just keep sucking San off.

You try to maintain a steady rhythm, but you soon start trying to take more of him in your mouth each time, letting him hit the back of your throat as you hold the gag reflex in. San is a mess over you, and a moment later, he’s moving, slowly thrusting between your lips. You slow down, allowing him to use your mouth like he wants to, but it doesn’t last too long.

San pulls out of your mouth, your drool covering him sinfully, and he looks down at you, panting.

“Why don’t you take your shirt off?”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. You take the shirt off, eyes glued to his as it reveals your skin. You keep going, taking off your bra, and you can tell he’s fighting to maintain eye contact as your nipples meet air, perking from the cold.

Though you’d argue that the atmosphere between you and Choi San is fiery right now, and it doesn’t take more than a heartbeat for your body to flush with warmth again.

“Move back on the bed,” he orders next, though his tone is soft, gentle.

It takes you by surprise, but the lust in his gaze is unmistakable, even if softness swirls within it.

He’s looking at you like he’ll never look at anyone else again, and it makes your heart soar in your chest.

You move back, stopping when San reaches for your pants. He unbuttons them, sliding them down your legs along with your panties. He takes his time with it, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses down your leg, and then he’s letting your clothes fall on the floor.

You’re fully naked, and so is he, and your heartbeat goes wild at the perspective of what’s to come.

San climbs over you, kissing you once as he rests his weight on one of his arms. And then he’s plopping on the bed next to you, his hand finding its way between your thighs. Your legs close at the sudden contact, and he tuts, spreading them wide open again.

“Gotta get you ready before you can take me, baby,” he whispers, kissing your jaw. He even nibbles on it, and you let out a soft moan as he trails a finger between your nether lips.

You wonder, how is it that a single touch of his can feel so good?

San circles your clit with his digit, and then presses on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes flutter shut as you take the sensation in, the friction on you much needed. You blindly reach for his dick, sighing in contentment when you manage to wrap your hand around him, and you start jerking him off, though your hand stills as his finger goes back to your hole, slowly pushing in.

Your walls clench as you moan, and San just whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he pushes his finger all the way in before pulling it almost all the way out. He goes back in, curling his finger to find the nutty spot inside of you, and pleasure shoots through you as he rubs on the sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” you breathe out.

San echoes your curse with a groan as you start moving your hand on his dick again. Though it might be a little awkward from the position, you assume he likes it as he peppers soft kisses on the side of your face and on the corner of your lips.

“You’ll feel so good on my dick,” he whispers.

It doesn’t sound as horny as the words appear to be - it’s more of a plea, and you turn your head to the side to kiss him again. He sighs in your mouth, and your tongues are dancing together by the time he eases a second finger inside of you. It feels heavenly, and you moan, letting him swallow it. He deepens the kiss as he moves his fingers, increasing the rhythm until he’s fucking you with the digits, squelching sounds filling his room.

You think you might come. It feels so good you reckon there’s a high chance you will, a knot already starting to form in your lower stomach. But then, right as he’s fighting against your tightening walls, San pulls out. You whine from the loss of contact, but he’s already moving to his bedside table, pulling the drawer open. He fumbles with a box, grabbing a condom while you just watch him.

“I want you to come on my dick,” he offers as an explanation, his words low and husky.

You will - you’ll likely come the second he pushes into you, and the thought makes you press your thighs together.

San tears the foil package open, rolling the condom down his dick. He gives it a few strokes as if to make sure it’s well placed, and then he’s moving back towards you. He sees your legs pressed together, tutting, and then he’s climbing on top of you, spreading your legs with his knee.

“You ready to take me?” he asks as he kneels back between your thighs.

You look down at him, taking in the sheer size of his dick and, even though you’ve seen him before, it feels like the first time all over again. “You’re so big,” you say through the lust clouding your mind.

“Don’t worry,” he purrs, tapping his dick on your clit. “We’ll make it fit.”

And then he’s rubbing his tip between your folds, collecting your juices. You moan at the sensation, your legs opening wider as if that will make him slip in. But San is patient - he might even be some sort of a brat. Because he moves away from your entrance, his tip returning to your clit.

You whine, your hips lifting from the bed as you try to take him in. San just moves his dick away from you, regarding you darkly as he waits for you to fall back on the bed.

“Be patient, princess, I’ll fuck you in just a moment.” He taps your clit. “Just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am,” you let out, voice breathy.

He chuckles, and then he’s bending down, his tongue flicking on your nipple. The sudden touch makes you arch your back as you push your breast in his mouth, and San sucks on your nipple, his tongue circling it. His teeth tease your skin lightly, and you moan as your legs wrap around his waist. It makes him rub between your nether lips, yet he’s still not where you need him to be.

“Alright, alright,” San says as he pulls away from your nipple, lips glistening. “I’ll take it you’re ready.”

You nod as he leans on one of his elbows so he can reach for his dick again. You look down at the spot where your bodies are touching while he aligns himself with your entrance, your pussy already clenching just at the thought of what will happen in just a few heartbeats.

“Look at me,” San whispers, and the lust is gone.

You’d say only affection is left, but you don’t want to be delusional, not when it’s only been a few weeks.

San slowly pushes in, fighting against your walls for a second before they relax and let his tip in. Even then he stretches you wide open, the burn deliciously good, and you frown in pleasure. He’s biting his lower lip, like he’s trying to keep a moan in, and his eyebrows almost touch over his eyes as he keeps pushing in.

Inch after inch, San spears you with his dick, and it feels like a small eternity until he’s all the way in. Only then does he let out a small moan that alters your brain chemistry, making you crave for him as if he’s not already in you.

“Holy fuck,” he curses and that, too, alters your brain chemistry.

“San…”

“Fuck.”

He leans his forehead against yours, and your eyelids flutter shut from the proximity. He doesn’t move yet, letting you adjust to his size, making sure he won’t hurt you. Or at least that’s what you think he’s doing, and you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close.

San moves his head slightly to capture your lips in a kiss, and he kisses you sweetly, gently, like maybe the world has stopped turning for the two of you tonight. You feel it deep in your chest - it lights up your heart like fireworks in the dead of night, and you kiss him back with all the might of the feelings in your chest.

You’ve never felt like this. Like you were missing a piece of yourself, yet here with Choi San, you think you’ve been incomplete your whole life. It’s a powerful feeling, a scary one, but it doesn’t feel so scary when he’s kissing you like this, telling you that he feels the same, too.

As his tongue teases your bottom lip, San slowly starts pulling out, only to thrust in again a moment later, harder this time. The friction on your walls turns the fireworks to the brightest stars, and you abandon yourself to the feeling as he starts moving, establishing a steady rhythm.

He’s being careful. You know he’s being careful, but you want more, need more, and so you graze his back with your nails, trying to entice him in moving faster, harder. He doesn’t take the cue, and so you suck on his tongue the next time it meets yours, and San groans in your mouth before pulling away.

“You feel so, so fucking good,” he praises, and then he looks down at his dick while he’s fucking you. “You take me so well.”

The words send you on a freefall towards an orgasm, and San senses it, your walls tightening around him. So he kneels back, pulling your legs on his shoulders, and then he starts fucking you rougher, his headboard banging into the wall.

You have half a thought to tell him to put a pillow behind it, but then his fingers are on your clit, his other hand finding your breast, and pleasure steals every thought from your brain until there’s only him left.

Though you think there’s only been him for a while now.

“What a pretty little slut,” San grunts. “What a good fucking pussy.”

You reckon he probably doesn’t realize that he’s talking. Indeed, his eyes are shut like he’s lost in the sensations, and a bead of sweat is rolling down his temple. Some of his hair is stuck to his forehead, and his teeth are digging in his lower lip as he increases the rhythm even more.

That’s when you hit the ground of your orgasm, exploding like those fireworks in your chest. It’s blinding white, and you scream out his name or something that was supposed to be his name, though you choke on the sound as the pleasure ripples through you. You feel weightless, like maybe you’ve reached nirvana, and your hands are clutching the covers of his bed as if that might keep you tethered to the ground.

But you’re gone, swimming in bliss as your walls flutter on San’s dick, clutching him hard enough for him to lose it too. While you’re still riding the wave of your orgasm, San reaches his climax, and he curses loudly as he pushes all the way in, releasing his load into the condom. He then bends down to kiss you through his high, and you kiss him back languidly, too fucked out to even think about breathing.

You’ve never come so hard before. No man - or yourself - has ever made you feel that way, and you don’t think you’ll recover.

You reckon you might have lost your sanity for good. You don’t care - San is worth losing your sanity for.

“I think I…” San trails off, against your lips, but then you silence him with another kiss that sends your heart into orbit, with him at the center. Like you’ll forever orbit him now, like he’s become the center of your universe.

You don’t know when the high recedes. You only realize San has gone soft when he lets himself fall on the bed next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close. He hides his face in your neck, and you just lay there for a time, your breathing slowly going back to normal.

It takes a long time for you to feel slightly normal again and even then, your mind is still swirling in bliss by the time you turn your head, letting out a small, “Wow.”

San laughs, a cute, soft sound that wraps around your soul, and you echo the laugh with a giggle of your own.

“That was amazing,” San says, and you reckon ‘amazing’ is not even strong enough of a word to describe what just happened between the two of you.

“It was,” you agree.

There’s a short silence, and then San adds, “I’m sorry I came so fast.”

You frown. “Fast?”

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t help myself,” he sheepishly continues. “It felt too good.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” You chuckle. “It was some good fucking sex.”

San laughs again, his arm tightening around you as he presses a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “I think I’ll want to fuck you again in the morning. And maybe in the afternoon, too.”

“You’ve got some plans for us, Choi San,” you tease.

He pecks your shoulder again, and you can feel his smile against your skin. “Oh, trust me. I really do.”

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