#choi san drabble

[teeskzagain]

Anonymous asked:

so i’ve been thinking about how people think san’s a bit scary and intimidating while he’s an absolute sweetheart on the inside. imagine dating him and everyone around you being a bit intimidated by him, thinking he’s a rough guy and even being slightly worried…

what they don’t know is that you have him wrapped around your finger, that he’d worship the floor you walk on and that he’d simply do everything just to see you smile.

i wonder how this would translate into situations in the bedroom 🙂‍↔️

also!! i hope you get account back soon ���

no because let’s talk about it!! the duality of choi san is actually INSANE (like his twink era??) mans could go from radiating dom energy out in public but once those doors close??? oh he would be ON HIS KNEES FOR YOU 🙌 whew, i’m in lofe with this scenario

and thank you for that, you’re too sweet🤍

wc: 3k

warnings: face riding, neck kissing, praises, dry humping (san cumming in his underwear) a shit ton of dirty talk, use of nicknames: baby, sweetie, sannie, 18+ MDNI

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starting now, you make the executive decision that absolutely no one is meant to truly understand the relationship between you and your boyfriend, choi san. this is proven true at the formal get together you and him were currently attending, with your two friends making him a topic of conversation on numerous occasions.

like, at this moment.

“just look at him,” yena gawks from across the room, cup swirling in her hand, “i don’t know how you even had the balls to go up to him…”

“let alone date him.” suiji finishes as she eyes your boyfriend up and down. he’s currently standing stoically in the corner, chatting up the birthday boy, kang yeosang. your lips curl fondly at the interaction, knowing well just how excited san was about seeing yeosang this evening.

you allow their little comments to resonate in the air before giving your two friends a look and then a soft laugh, “how come you guys say this every time we go out?”

“because it’s still insane!” yena throws an arm out as if to prove her disbelief, “how can you not just shrink under his gaze?”

suiji does a dramatic shudder at the remnants of his presence, “i’m serious y/n, he’s so scary looking.”

“there’s no problems with the relationship, right? anything i need to know? are you feeling safe?” yena’s rapid fire of questions and sudden concern makes you want to roll your eyes straight out of their sockets.

it’s been four months of dating san at this point, and one would have thought that the acceptance stage surely should’ve passed by now. however, for some reason, these two just can’t fathom the idea that choi san is ‘datable’. actually. it’s not just them, but the general public appears to fear san like some sort of bad omen. from the barista at your local coffee shop, to your favorite cashier at the grocery store; somehow, this negative stigma seemed to have developed around your poor, clueless boyfriend.

they should all be ashamed of themselves, you think with a frown, almost about ready to scold the girls when the tall, broad man himself waltzes straight into your circle. the way yena and suiji immediately clasps their lips shut at his entrance, you want to laugh, but quickly are captivated by your boyfriend who’s stopping right in front of you.

“baby…” his voice starts off somber and low, and he regards you with an expression that’s seemingly all too familiar, “it’s time to go.”

hmm? instinctively, your head tilts slightly as you sport confusion, “already? but, weren’t you just talking with-”

“y/n. let’s go.” he’s firmer in his tone, a hard face planted on. you blink before giving him an understanding head nod. you understood quite well what his authoritative stature indicated, essentially making it pointless to argue back with him.

when san whips around towards the girls, ready to begin your goodbyes, they seemed to have crowded together out of fright. the slender, narrow eyes that have proven to instill fear glower onto yena and suiji and you’re almost positive you see one of them trembling. oh, please.

“i’m sorry to cut the pleasantries so short, but it’s getting late for us. we’ll see you around though?” he quips off the question with an eyebrow raise, and by now you’ve huddled closer to him.

yena could only stumble out, “y-yeah, see ya later.” while suiji waved him away frantically, both trying their damndest to avoid eye contact with him.

he takes off while you offer your own smile and a curt wave. and even as you happily catch up behind the brooding man, your two friends are still left puzzled as to what exactly it is you see in him. both you and san make a few more rounds of goodbyes, some of the guests sharing their own inquisitive gaze at the impassive male in comparison to your gleeful smile. but neither of you paid attention to that.

no, the only thing present in the two of you’s minds was the anticipation of what was going to happen later tonight. like for when you step foot into your apartment approximately 10 minutes later, his eyes glossy as they tediously watch you, with yours trailing the outline of his delicious outfit.

the car ride over had been filled to the brim with unspoken thoughts, asses shifting and squirming in their seats, and a swirl of low breaths emitted by you two. san’s never been one to demand control over the relationship, him hardly every seeing the need to command anything out of you. he’s always been perfectly contempt with you taking the reigns while he sits back and enjoys.

and you were well aware of that.

but in a moment like that, a circumstance where his head became heavily engrossed with conceptions of you, well, he couldn’t help if a more stern tone slipped out of him. he just had to get you to recognize what it was he was yearning for. what it is he needs from you.

“sannie..” your head’s tilted down so you can peer up at him through your eyelashes, making a slow trek towards him as he stood idly in the living room, “are you in a mood?”

in a matter of seconds, you can physically see the changes your boyfriend has. his usual, cold face soon melting into an intense cry of plea. of course you knew the answer. you can read him like book by now.

you stop in front of his body, a hand pressing into his chest while the other raises to graze the side of his face, “oh, you poor thing. i know it must’ve been difficult at the party for you.”

as if you’re a magnet, once you let up on san, your hand dropping to his arm, his head shoots down into the exposed part of your neck. he’s feverish in the way he immediately starts to kiss on your skin, with in between pecks he starts to speak.

“fu-uck…,” he lands a rather large kiss smack dab in the middle of your throat which leads you to buzz out a soft whimper, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

he travels around your sternum, making sure to mark up any unclaimed spots, “couldn’t stop picturing you…” he nips at your skin this time, “us getting home tonight and me making you cum so fucking hard.”

your eyes are fluttering from a combo of both his words and his lips, your hands moving on their own to explore the brawniness that is choi san, “yeah…is that right?”

he lets out a strained groan as he begins to work his way down to your cleavage, “ah- my cock’s throbbing so bad right now.” the words topple from his lips an octave higher than you’re used to, and it’s clear just how turned on he is. which in turn makes your own panties dampen at the realization.

“sannie…” you gasp, feeling his mouth trailing down the fabric of your dress with some of his spit sopping through, “you know- you have to please me first. me first, then i’ll take of you, sweetie.”

he’s on his knees for you by now, staring up at you with the biggest doe eyes you’ve ever seen on a man. your head droops to meet his gaze right as his hands grip the hem of your dress. he lifts it up past your hips, revealing your cotton underwear which sports a wet spot clear as day.

“i know. i know, baby. i’m gonna make you feel so good. don’t you worry.” he ducks his head in between your thighs in preparation for licking your pussy through the soft material, a motion he does in a clean swoop. it only amplifies the extreme sensation you’re experiencing, “you won’t have a single thought in your head when i’m done.”

your body stirrers at the contact, “oh! oh my god.”

san is absolutely in love with your reactions, watching and hearing how horny you are because of him. it fuels him. he repeats his licking action, this time stopping at the top of your cunt to suck on your sensitive bud. you register his saliva permeating through your underwear, a squelching sound now filling the air, and your face contorts.

“mmm, sannie i’m gonna ride your face,” your eyes are crinkled, no longer able to hold his eye contact, as involuntarily your hips buck against his head, “fuck. just wanna grind my pussy deep into your perfect face.”

he squeezes his lips around your skin. it doesn’t even matter to him how your harsh rocks causes his face to rock along side with you. he’s ravenous. hungry for you. eating you out like he’s been deprived of your sweet cunt for days.

after a low rumble, san guides a hand to your clothed sex and pushes away the fabric. swirling, lapping, fiending into your naked core, you’re hit with double the intensity than you had previously, and you nearly squeal. he circles his head all around your thick pussy, wanting to bury his face deeper into your skin, which makes your eyes roll back.

the direct stimulant makes you see stars, him taking in pieces of you within his mouth and supplying a great deal of pleasure to those areas. your own moans fight for dominance while san’s squishy munching competes for which noise is the loudest, yours gradually getting louder and higher the more he devours you.

“i feel close,” it comes out more breathlike as you interlock your fingers into his hair for balance, “fuck- fuck- i think i’m gonna cum soon.”

with that, san offers no mercy. he wants to see you cum, needs to feel your orgasm hit his face. he quickens his pace with his wet tongue, before moving into more swift and timely sucks. the mixture of stimulants has your eyelids glazing, and it doesn’t help how occasionally san would mewl straight into you. he finds this so incredibly arousing.

you dig your hips further into his nose, you full on grinding against him by now, and you can’t even think straight. everything is pushing you closer and closer and closer-

“shit! i’m cumming! i’m cumming!” when your boyfriend nicks that spot, that spot with his driven hunger solely focused on it, your orgasm rushes through your body and out of your cunt, you yelping aloud in the process. it spritzes and coats san in a spit/cum mix, his face becoming sickly wet as you draw out your blissful high.

not once does he move to detach himself. he eats you out all during the duration of your orgasm, and when you finally have the strength to look at san again, you see his large, puppy-esque eyes just entranced with you. he watched you cum all over his face, just like he wished to before.

at the end of it, your chest heaves up and down as you attempt a small smile for him. aside from the minor spasms, you had gained some sense of awareness again.

“i’m so proud of you. you made me feel good, just like you promised.” you speak with nothing but gratitude, your hand easing up the grip in san’s hair as you transfer it into a light stroke, “you ready to be taken care of now?”

he parts your cunt with spit strings attached, his lips and face utterly covered in your moisture. he looks about ready to combust on himself, the way his eyes are hazy and low, his breathing irregular, “i’m ready. need a release so bad, i can’t take it anymore.”

sweetly, you reach down to help him up, “i hear you. come on, let’s go to the room.”

you lead the way as he follows you back into the bedroom, you instantly ordering him to strip from his pants once inside, “since you did a such a great job, i wanna treat you to something.”

a look of relief washes over san’s face. while still in his underwear, you direct him towards the head of the bed frame as you hook your fingers on the band of your panties to slide them down and off your legs. you meet him on to the bed, and right off of the bat, you can see a noticeably large bulge, poking out the material of his dark blue briefs.

if someone were to mistaken the expanding wet spot as san just having came on himself, you wouldn’t be surprised. but your boyfriend produces large amounts of arousal on the regular, so this is nothing new for you. if anything, you can start to feel yourself get horny all over again.

when directly in front of him, you bring one knee over so you’re straddling him, your pelvis just barely hovering over his lap, “just sit back for me, okay?” you eye him sincerely, “im gonna take care of you.”

right as you start to lower yourself on to his covered length, a sharp inhale from san has you pausing briefly, “baby, i don’t know how long i’ll be able to last. feel like i’m gonna explode any second.”

with a tiny laugh, you continue downwards till you make contact with your core and his cock, “it’s okay. don’t want you holding back either, i want you to enjoy this.”

and just like that, you allow your cunt to spread flatly against his erection, then ever-so leisurely, you start to roll your hips. you purposely begin with a slow pace, wanting to build up the intensity as time progressed, and judging by the facial expressions he wears, this seems to do the trick for him as well. even through the sensitivity, you push through.

“i knew you’d like me rubbing myself against you,” your hand clashes with the headboard as you steady yourself, digging your core deeper into the hard surface, “you liked it when i grinded on your face, i just had to give your poor cock the same treatment.”

inaudible moans fall from san’s throat, him now throwing his head back on the board, “sh-shit. it feels so nice, too nice.”

“i can feel you twitching below me,” you hip, your eyes becoming more hooded by the second, “are you really that close to finishing?”

“nrgh- yes.” he groans and you can see his stomach begin to convulse, his panting growing more prominent within your ear.

at this prospect, you dish out a hushed mew yourself, fastening the thrusts into his own clothed sex. your pussy acts as a stimulant for san, sending blips of pleasure through his aching dick the more you continue your rubbing.

you make sure to work every section of his length, running and dragging your glistening pussy lips against his wet fabric. you’ve suctioned yourself so far into him, that right now, you can distinguish which is his base and which is the head of cock. your cunt does a slightly bump whenever you find yourself running against the tip.

it’s euphoric the pleasure he’s having right now. never having been this turned on before, he basks in the feeling brought upon by you. how you know just when to squeeze the right amount of pressure onto him, or when to simply grind faster and harder on to the cock that won’t make it for much longer.

leading you to a point of where you’re full blown humping san into oblivion. the creaky noises of the bed acts as evidence of your hard work, along with the not-so-subtle whimpers that he buzzes out every chance he gets. he’s lost in heaven.

“you’re gonna make me cum on myself,” he follows that up with a louder groan, “fucking- i’m so close to cumming, ’m so close.” he even tries to match your rhythm but even that prove to be difficult with just how mindless you’re about to leave him.

“let it all out, sannie. come on, i know you’re almost there.” you reply back with an equal amount of desperation in your voice.

a string of ‘please’ leaves his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched inward with his troubled face. he’s so far gone, he isn’t sure that he’ll even survive the orgasm he’s about to have. when you buck particularly hard into his sensitive head, a wave of pleasure hits him and his cock relinquishes his stored up cum.

“hmm, y/n- i’m cumming!” a guttural moan overtakes the room as san releases all over himself, and you, his underwear now soiled to a point of no return. his cum leaks through and even form to mix with your previous liquids. it awakens something within you and soon the feeling of his orgasm is causing a surprise one for yourself, your eyes vibrating and a whiny shriek spilling out.

you quiver harshly on top of your boyfriend as his body twitches sporadically, the two of you somewhat finishing in sync. a few spurts of your juices seep down into his briefs, vice versa for you, and then next thing you know you’re both catching your breaths after the intense session.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he murmurs, eyes dazed and throat bobbing, “left me soaking in my underwear.”

“i love you,” you whisper back as your bring your forehead to his, still relishing from your second orgasm tonight, “you’re so good for me.”

“i love you too, baby.”

see, many question what it is about your boyfriend that you love so much. in their eyes, he’s nothing more than a fearsome man, threatening the innocence of a poor, girl like you.

but if there’s one thing you could never deny, was that your (in reality) sweet, puppy of a boyfriend knows just how to give you the actual best orgasms of your life. and luckily for him, you know how to give it right back to him.

your guys’ relationship is perfect as is. regardless if others can fully comprehend it or not.

[redzie02]

San comes home from tour in the middle of the night

needed the comfort so here’s a short San fic

warnings: none ?/ maybe slightly suggestive at the end/ comfort/ dialogue starts under the cut lol masterlist

You'd been thrashing around for hours, trying to find comfort, but no luck. The bed was uncomfortable. Your pillow was too warm. Even your comforter annoyed you.

Peaceful sleep was not something you were well acquainted with the last few months, especially considering the absence of your favorite person. San.

You knew what you signed up for when you and San started dating, but it didn't make times like these any less difficult. Daily phone calls and texts only did so much to ease the longing.

Frustrated and miserable, you sat up and dramatically snatched your pillow and smacked it onto the opposite end of the bed. With a huff, you laid down and exhaled deeply, satisfied with the new sleeping arrangement. It was somehow exponentially more comfortable, but something was missing.

You couldn't be bothered to sit up again, so you slid your foot under San's pillow and gently tossed it to the other end of the bed. You held it tightly to your body, inhaling the subtle mixture of San's shampoo and fresh body odor before tucking it under your chin- the same way he holds you.

The remnants of San's faint aroma hit you straight in the gut. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, your throat starting to tighten.

Just one more week and he'll be home. Don't cry. You repeated these words to yourself while blindly patting down the bed in search for your phone. You squinted at your screen before sending a text.

3:58 am my y/n♡: i miss you :(

You tossed your phone to the side, not expecting an answer. You'd sent San over a dozen texts yesterday, but he only responded back by hearting a few of the messages. A bit infuriating, but you understood he was most likely just busy.

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You awoke with a startle when you felt something lightly dragging up and down your arm. The lamp in the furthest corner of the bedroom was on, casting a soft yellow glow, but still bright enough to leave you squinting at the figure before you.

You almost whimper when you realize San was standing just a few inches away from you. You practically leapt up, throwing your arms around San's neck, almost causing him to stumble. You couldn't help the whine in your voice as you spoke, your voice groggy from the fatigue. “I thought tour ended next week.”

His strong arms wrapped around your waist, constricting your breathing a bit, but you didn't care. “I got the dates mixed up, that’s my fault, baby, I'm sorry. I texted you when I was on my way thirty minutes ago, didn’t you see it? I sent it right after I saw your text.”

“I don’t even know where I threw that thing, if we’re being honest." He chuckled into your neck. "Ugh, I don’t care. You’re finally home.”

You pulled him backwards until he was laying on top of you on the bed. He lifted his head from your shoulder, his smiley eyes taking in every millimeter of your face as you did the exact same. He freed his right arm from under you and smoothed your hair out of your face. His breath tickled your cheek as he quietly spoke, “It was four in the morning when you texted me…Why were you up, hmm?”

You wrapped your legs around San’s waist, your whole body clinging to him. Your hands slipped under his shirt, your fingers caressing his warm, soft skin. “I haven’t been able to sleep without you.”

He raised his eyebrow, but his body relaxed even further in your embrace. “You never mentioned this.”

“The last thing I want is for you to worry about me when you’re about to perform for thousands of people.” You sighed.

He hummed in understanding, but rebutted, leaning down to place kisses on your cheek. “I want to worry about you. You’re the most important person in my life.”

“I’m telling your mom that.”

“Please don’t.” He pouted and took a moment to run his index finger across your eyebrows and down your nose. “I haven’t been able to sleep either.”

You pinched San's waist, drawing out a small yelp from him. “San! You promised you were taking care of yourself.”

“I was, I swear…but it really started to hit me a month into the tour. It was so hard not seeing your clothes all over the floor.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Huh? You make me sound like a slob…”

“What I mean is…the only reminder of you that I had with me was the pendant you gave me and your pictures in my phone. Nothing felt like home.”

“Oh. I almost wish that was all I had of you. Everything in this apartment and this city reminded me of you. It only made me miss you more.” His thumb stroked your cheek. "I know it's your job, but I hate when you leave."

“Me too, baby." San's eyes softened when they met your glossy ones, a small pang in his heart. He couldn't help himself as he brought his lips to yours, inhaling your sigh. What started off as soft kisses, grew more eager, months of deprivation just barely being chipped away.

San let out a noise between a whine and a groan as he pulled away. "I missed this,” he cups your face before dragging his thumb from your cheek to your now wet bottom lip. “And this.” He kisses the tip of your nose and continues to leave a perfect path of pecks down the side of your face. “This.” He places a kiss on your earlobe before taking it between his teeth, gently nipping. “You,” he whispers in your ear. “Us.” His lips leave a trail of kisses down your neck. The breath of his sigh tickles your skin, sending chills up and down your body.

You push San’s hair out his face, running your fingers through his silky, dark locks. You close your eyes, feeling your body relax just a bit too much. As badly as you wanted to keep going, exhaustion was beginning to eat away at you. “Sannie.”

“Hmm?”

“We should sleep.”

“Continue later?”

“Yes, please.”

a/n: San took a shower before falling asleep btw he is not stinky.,,,all my fics are lowkey the same lol

[sungbeam]

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧

nonidol!choi san x gn!reader (no prns mentioned)

turns out your upstairs neighbor has a cat who adores climbing through your window — oh, and said neighbor is also fine as hell.

3.7k words, neighbors au (2 lovers), fluff, maybe like two swear words, drinking, lots of mentions of food

a/n: low-key just read this like ur watching the highlight reel of a romcom lol but @jaehunnyy for u 💖 i hope u like it :'))

It all started about seven months ago when a gorgeous Thai cat waltzed into your apartment via the open window. It was a late July afternoon, stiflingly hot and sticky, meaning you had your window opened and the mobile fan set up to blow cool air into the apartment.

You were, for once, not at work. Because the art museum you worked at downtown was currently undergoing reconstruction, you were stuck in your apartment trying (failing) to sell prints off your low-traffic Etsy shop while also trying (failing) to make popsicles.

“Why is this so complicated?” You grumbled aloud as you sat on top of your kitchen counter with your knees pulled beneath your chin. You scrolled down the recipe again on your laptop screen, nose wrinkled at the amount of convoluted steps listed. “Too fancy,” you decided, slamming your laptop lid closed.

Immediately, you hissed, lifting the lid to make sure you hadn't cracked the screen from closing it too hard. Thankfully, there were no cracks visible and you breathed out a sigh of relief. You could not afford a broken—

“Holy shit!” You nearly fell off the back of the island counter at the sight of a light gray cat with black tipped ears, paws, and tail seated on the floor before you.

The cat meowed an innocent greeting.

You pressed your hand to your hammering heart and shifted to get a grip on your position atop the counter. “How—? Where…?” Your eyes drifted to the open window.

Oh. Well, that would explain it.

You glanced back at the cat, who peered up at you once more. “Meow.”

Carefully, you climbed down from the counter as to not scare the creature with any sudden movements. “Hey, baby. Where did you come from, hm?” You cooed, extending your hand out as an offer to be sniffed.

The cat unfurled its tail out from around its body and crept toward your hand. With an experimental sniff, you were deemed safe, and the cat rubbed the side of its face affectionately against the back of your knuckles.

Your chest nearly exploded from the cute interaction. You lowered yourself to your knees, gently taking a peek at the silver charm attached around the collar. There you found the engraving of a star in the metal circle.

“I'm guessing this has something to do with your name?” You hummed, reaching up to scratch the feline behind the ears and head. At least you had an inkling that this little one belonged to someone. You just didn't know how to find out who they were.

“I guess you can hang out with me,” you sighed and stood up with your hands on your hips. You didn't mind the company, after all, and maybe this could be a point of inspiration.

About three hours later, the summer sun still hung relatively high in the sky and you were trying to figure out what to feed the cat when there came a sudden knock at your front door. Really, the “sudden knock” was a series of rushed, panicked DUDUDUDU sounds. You nearly jumped out of your skin for the second time in one afternoon, and even the cat seemed to leap.

Well, the cat only looked mildly annoyed that her nap was interrupted, but she seemed content to give a languid stretch and join you in seeing who was so alarmed at your door.

When you peered out the peephole, your eyes shot open.

There was a pretty man at your door.

You glanced down at the cat who looked back up at you. You mouthed to her, pointing at the door, ‘Do you know this guy?’

As expected, she did not answer. Lovely.

You weren't exactly in appropriate garb to see people. You had thrown on something cool enough to not make you melt like one of the popsicles you weren't able to make earlier, and enough to cover any necessary areas. You were sure your hair looked about as luxurious as a barn, and there wasn't a lick of cosmetics on your face.

It was fine, you told yourself. You probably weren't even going to see this guy ever again.

You opened the door. “Hello? Can I help you?” You asked through the chain linking the door shut.

The man flashed you a flustered, dimpled smile at you. His dark hair was damp, like he just came out of a shower, and he had on a muscle tee that was definitely doing its job, and a pair of basketball shorts. “Hi! So sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you've seen a Thai cat wandering around here about yea high—?”

“Meow.” The cat at your feet shoved her way between the gap you made with the door and out into the hallway.

Your eyes widened another smidge, until the man outside released a gasp of relief and bent down to scoop the feline up into his arms. You unlatched your door and opened it fully now, the man holding the cat to his face as if he was communicating with her telepathically.

“That's the cat, I'm guessing?” You mused.

He tucked her back into his arm and his smile became sheepish. “Yes, I am so sorry about her. I came back home from work and she wasn't in the apartment, but thank you for dealing with her for however long she was here.”

You waved off his concern with your hand, sending him a kind smile. “Don’t worry about it, really. She's adorable. What's her name, by the way?”

“Oh, this is Byeol,” he cooed, lifting Byeol's paw up to wave at you.

Swoon. Your smile widened as you waved back at them both. “Well, it was nice to meet you, both Byeol and…?”

“San,” he answered. God, he was gorgeous. That smile… “And you are?”

“Yn.” You shook each other's hands in the dim hallway light.

“Nice to meet you, too, Yn.” He lit up, pointing up to the ceiling. “Hey, I'm pretty sure I'm your upstairs neighbor!”

You opened the door to your apartment wider so you could show him your open window. “Well, that would definitely explain how she got down onto my fire escape,” you chuckled.

He whistled lowly. “Man, cats are scary sometimes. I'll definitely try to keep an eye on whenever she's near my window now.” He ran the back of his knuckles down Byeol's spine. “I don't wanna take up any more of your time, but thanks again.”

“No worries! Have a nice night.”

“You too!”

San began walking back toward the stairs at the end of the hallway, and you were about to close the door when you thought you heard him chastising his cat in hushed tones. You laughed to yourself as you locked up your front door. You wouldn't mind if Byeol came traipsing down your fire escape again.

And she would. About three times a week when San had a later shift at the boxing gym he worked at (yes, a boxing gym… good lord). Byeol oftentimes expected you to have your window open, and if you didn't already have it open, she would sit out on the fire escape until you did.

Two months into the fire escape escapades, you gave up and left the window open just enough for her to squeeze through while you returned to work.

San would always come down to your apartment to retrieve her, and at some point, decided to swing by your apartment on his way up instead just to make sure she wasn't already here.

By month four when the days were shorter and the nights dragged longer and colder, you couldn't exactly keep the window open, lest you wanted to freeze your ass off in the safety of your apartment. Byeol would hop down the fire escape in the evenings when you were back so you could let her in, only for her owner to come barreling down the stairs, dimpled cheeks flushed and exasperated.

“I swear she likes you more than me,” he guffawed from where he stood out in the hallway as he always did. He shook his head as he watched the Thai feline waltz around his legs once, then circle back into your apartment. He arched a brow at her. “Look at her strutting. She knows exactly what she's doing.”

You swore there was a dash of red gracing his cheekbones now.

You bit your lip through a smile. “Well, you're welcome to come in. I was just about to eat dinner and I don't really think I can finish this roast chicken alone.”

“Ah, I don't really wanna impose,” he drawled, scratching the back of his neck and peering at you from beneath those lengthy lashes of his. He knew what he was doing—he had to know what he was doing. If Byeol could strut, then so could Choi San.

He promised to take you up on your offer as long as you let him run upstairs to grab a bottle of wine to contribute.

The last thing you expected to happen was to hear a knock on your window less than ten minutes later. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound, folding over in laughter when you saw him waving to you on the other side with cold-bitten cheeks and a red-tipped nose. He clutched a bottle of red in one hand and gestured furiously to the window latch. “It's fucking freezing!”

“Okay, okay,” you grinned, walking over to let him inside. “Just so you know,” you said as Byeol welcomed her owner into your apartment, “usually it's just cats who come in this way.”

“Well, you might have to get used to a cat and a human coming in now,” he teased. San presented you the wine bottle with a flourish. “Milady, your beverage.”

“Why, thank you, good sir,” you jested and accepted the offering. “Make yourself at home!”

What you didn't expect was for such a statement to be taken so literally, and yet, you had no complaints.

Three months further along—making it seven in total since that first hot July day Byeol came in through the open window—you and San (and Byeol) were cooped up in your apartment as usual. It was a Friday night with dinner on the table, a TV show playing in the background, and a pair of wine glasses for the pair of you. Over the past few months, sharing a dinner together had become a weekly event wherein San would come in via window, and the two of you would have the evening together.

Sometimes it was just dinner, sometimes it was dinner and a movie, and sometimes it was even dinner, a movie, and drunk Pictionary. But every Friday night was yours and San's night.

Plus, he turned out to be a much better cook, so you definitely couldn't argue when he somehow wrestled his entire Le Creuset pot down the fire escape to feed you the most divine lobster mac 'n’ cheese you had ever tasted. (As if you'd ever had lobster mac 'n’ cheese before…)

“I feel like it would just be more convenient if I came up to your apartment instead,” you said with enthusiasm, your free arm flailing around as you melted dark chocolate on a double boiler upon the stove top. While San had the right side of the stove for his chicken and gnocchi soup, you had the left to prepare tonight's mousse for dessert. If San made dinner, you figured you could at least learn a thing or two about a dessert course.

He chuckled, “I mean, I'm not opposed if you ever get tired of hosting. I'm kind of a creature of habit though, which is why I don't mind coming down every week, but it's up to you, sweets.”

Oh, right. And the nickname. You couldn't even pinpoint when that started, but again, you weren't complaining.

“I don't mind hosting either,” you told him, “it's just that it's either you leave your super expensive cookware here or I go upstairs. I don't think Le Creuset has fire escape insurance.”

“You're not wrong about that.” You felt his hand gently brush against your waist as he slipped past you to get to the spice cabinet on your left. “Behind you,” he murmured by your ear before grabbing the jar of Himalayan salt (also his) and returning to his station behind his pot.

You couldn't deny the pitter-patter of your heart around him either. Things were coming to a point that you didn't know how to label. But perhaps that was the beauty of everything slipping into place. You carried on, “I think I've seen your apartment once, and that was when Byeol wouldn't stop meowing until I followed you guys.” You laughed to yourself at the memory. That had been an interesting night.

“If it's any consolation, your apartment has much more life in it than mine.”

“That's a lie,” you said pointedly. “Yours is just more meticulous.”

He snorted. “Meticulous. Might as well be as barren as a clinic.”

You passed him a glance. “I offered to paint your walls…”

San beamed back at you, dimples creating divots in the apples of his cheeks. “And I never said no! But—I do think that it should be something the both of us do together.”

Your brows creased as you took the chocolate off the stove to fold into the other mixture you'd set aside. “You wanna paint with me?”

“Yeah,” he said, almost bashfully. “I think it'd be a fun bonding and learning experience. And it would be cool to see you in your element, besides when you're drunk.”

The latter comment had you turning away to laugh. “Fair enough.”

When dinner was ready to be dined, and the mousse was freezing in the fridge, you and San sat at the kitchen island with your matching bowls of hot soup and glasses of lemon water for the night. Neither of you had remembered to buy wine for the week (surprisingly), but one week without alcohol wouldn't hurt.

The two of you clinked your glasses together, toasting to another week survived.

You took a sip, then spooned the soup into your mouth, wiggling around on your stool in a little happy dance as the flavors did their own dance on your tongue.

San smiled around his own bite. He swallowed, then said, “You know, I always know I did well when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“That cute little dance,” he chuckled. “I’m glad it tastes good, is what I'm saying, sweets.”

Your skin warmed, and you managed to convince yourself it was the soup or the heater or something and not the beautiful man beside you. “Then get used to the happy jig, because everything you cook tastes divine. You should be a chef, San.”

“I could've,” he shrugged, “but I kind of like this little life.” He gestured to you with his spoon, a twinkle in his eyes. “Don't you?”

For a moment, you let the smile slowly unfurl onto your lips. You lifted your own spoon in agreement. “You're right. It's a lovely, little life.”

Now that you were in agreement, you fell into a comfortable silence as you both enjoyed your dinner in one another's presence. Byeol was hunched over her own bowl of food just by the foot of your stool, against the adjacent side of the island. You'd gone out and bought her a pair of food and water bowls, as well as her preferred food. San had been touched by the gesture, and Byeol most definitely appreciated it.

San wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Oh, by the way, next week.”

You hummed. “What about it?”

“Are you doing anything?”

You perked up, eyebrows lifting to your hairline. “Why do you ask?” It was usually unsaid by now that Friday nights were set aside for the two of you to share an evening, which was why you were confused by his question.

And then he explained, “It's Valentine's Day, so I just wanted to make sure I didn't interrupt or assume anything.” He'd said it so casually and easily that you nearly missed the slight nervousness in his voice, or the minor intonation of hope. “I mean,” he fumbled, “if you do have something planned, then it's no worries, really. There are plenty of other weeks—”

You shook your head, finishing off your water after having scraped your bowl clean. “I'm not doing anything,” you said. “Well, besides what we usually do.” You chuckled to yourself, “To be honest, Valentine's Day completely slipped my mind this year.”

And if you were truly being honest with yourself, every Friday felt like Valent—no. You shouldn't think like that. It would only make things worse about how you felt for him now. Plus, these past few months with San felt far too casual, too domestic, to be like Valentine's Day. Was Valentine's Day not for grand gestures and romance? This wasn't grand… though, you could probably argue about the romantic part…

“No, I feel the same way,” he nodded. “My friend Wooyoung just asked today if I was up to go to a single's party, which was why I suddenly remembered.”

Ah. “Oh, are you planning on going?” Wine sounded pretty good right about now.

He grimaced. “Probably not. I—I was kind of hoping you wanted to still do dinner next week—but, like, it doesn't have to mean anything besides how it usually is. If that's what you're comfortable with.”

It doesn't have to mean anything besides how it usually is. What if you wanted it to mean more than how it usually was? There was nothing inherently wrong with how it usually was, but you couldn't deny that a part of you yearned for more. That part of you imagined what it was like if San didn't have to come see you via fire escape, and he was always in the same space as you.

There was a pause as you wrestled with your own conscience about how or if you were going to admit it to him.

He pressed his lips together. “I've made you uncomfortable.”

“No, you haven't made me uncomfortable,” you assured him swiftly. “I just…” You sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead then returning it to your lap. “Of course, I would love to have dinner with you next week, but I’d like it to mean something else—if you are comfortable with that.”

You watched as that beautiful smile you'd come to grow more fond of blossom onto his face. “I'd be more than comfortable with that—I’d be really happy with that, actually.”

“Good,” you said softly, unable to bite your own smile away. “Then dinner next week, it is.”

There was something fundamentally different about this next Friday night compared to the others. Specifically, the context by which you and San went into the Friday evening of Valentine's Day was completely different. The apartment was aglow with the same warmth as it usually boasted, but there was a bouquet of blood red roses in a glass vase on the kitchen counter beside a bottle of red wine.

San was at the stove, finishing off the last bit for dinner before it needed to simmer for a good thirty minutes. You were in the living room portion of your apartment, flipping through the vinyl records to play before you pulled one out and set it up. As you moved the needle onto the record, you placed the empty cover back into its slot and turned toward the kitchen.

You froze in your spot, skin warming at the sight of San leaning over the island counter with an adoring look in his eyes as he watched you. “What?” You laughed, subconsciously adjusting the sleeve of your blouse.

“Nothing,” he smiled. “You're just—you’re gorgeous.”

You were sure if your face didn't give it away, there must have at least been hearts floating around your head. “You cannot just say that,” you chided weakly as you walked over to where he was, your expression growing shy.

His smile widened and he rounded the counter to stand in front of you, your back pressed against the edge of the counter. “I can, too,” he teased. He stepped back once and held his arms out, fingers flicking toward him to beckon you forward. “C'mere. Can you dance?”

“Some.” Your eyebrows arched upward as you stepped forward and took his hands in yours. “Dancing and romancing, Choi San? What magic do you hope to enchant me with tonight?” You joked, moving your left hand to his shoulder.

“Perhaps magic that will leave your window open for me on nights other than Fridays,” he said sheepishly as the two of you began to sway to the music waltzing out from the record player. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fire escape—”

You let out a laugh, ducking your head toward your chests. He did the same, an embarrassed grin coming onto his face as his nose nudged against yours.

“That was god awful,” he winced in apology.

“It was,” you agreed teasingly, “but I'll let it slide because you're cute.”

He shot you a bright smile. “Oh? So I'm cute? I guess that makes two of us.”

You weren't really sure at what point you realized you had fallen for this man. It was sometime between the Himalayan salt lectures and the dancing like an old married couple in your kitchen, maybe. You thought about the day he showed up at your door panicking about a missing cat, and to a future where you might have found yourself in his living room painting murals on his walls. Or perhaps… not his living room, but both of yours.

As you danced with your chests pressed together, hearts beating rapidly in sync, you gazed into those beautiful, dark brown irises of his and sank further and further into those feelings. They were gradually making themselves a home in your chest.

“What're you thinking about, sweets?” He murmured as you tucked your head against his shoulder and the arm he had around your waist rubbed the small of your back.

The smell of his cologne made you inhale deeply. You could get used to this—his smell, the feel of his body under your fingertips, his presence intertwined with yours taking up space in the best possible way. “I'm thinking that Byeol is a good matchmaker.”

His chuckle rumbled through him and softly into your ear. “You're definitely right about that.”

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[byeolbeloved]

imagine being in a secret relationship with badboy!san nsfw

badboy!san who's always distantly following and watching you go in and out of your lectures while he's skipping class.

badboy!san who will secretly follow you to the bookstore you work at and get turned on when your skirt hikes up when reaching for a book at a high shelf.

badboy!san who will wait for you outside to walk you back to your dorm, hand on your waist and his jacket on you to keep you warm "stay close I'll keep you warm." And of course, he wont wash that jacket any time soon now that your sweet scent is on it, instead he'll wear it the next day with confidence, getting a whiff of your perfume still stuck on it.

badboy!san who will quit smoking because one day you refused to hug him because of the smell "i smell good now baby i promise"

badboy!san who will kiss your hand all the way up to your arm and neck and whisper in your ear "you're my dirty secret."

badboy!san who will leave hickey trails all over your body, sometime in a shape of a heart, so that he'll always see his mark every time he has you.

badboy!san who will pound into you like he's snatching your innocence away from you whilst looking at you with the softest gaze.

badboy!san who will cuddle you after sex and spell out his name on your skin.

badboy!san who will slip out of his cold facade by imagining his life with you "My love is not romantic. I'm possessive, toxic, selfish and dark. But you. With you I want to go on all the cute dates, walk by the beach hand in hand and bake together while making a mess in the kitchen"

badboy!san who goes crazy thinking about you not being able to sleep unless he's gone off to your body being beneath him.

badboy!san who will one day loose control and storm to you grabbing you by the chin and kissing you infront of the entire school. Claiming you his.

[323cutie]

plagued by thoughts abt kissing woosan...

because like. kissing sannie is so... sensual. he gets this heavy, lovestruck look in his eye right before he kisses you, every time -- even if it's just a peck before you leave for work in the morning, or pressing his lips to your cheek in a greeting. he likes to take his time with it, though. press his lips to yours softly but with enough pressure to make you feel it. always a hand on your face, most of the time his other hand is on your hip, sometimes it's holding one of your hands. and he's such a good kisser, one is never really enough -- unintentionally (or, you think, maybe a little intentionally on his part) you pretty regularly find yourself in the middle of a make out session. on his lap, against the kitchen counter, in bed when you're just trying to get up and ready for the day... but who can blame you! he's pulling the deadly combo of insane kissing skills and heart eyes at you every chance he gets. not to mention he can't help but tease you a little about your pliancy... the low lilt in his voice coming from pink, kiss-swollen lips and hazy eyes draws you right back in, every time.

kissing wooyoung... it's playful. he's such a brat. he's so eager, wants nothing more than to get his lips on you every chance he gets, but he always manages to hold himself back just enough. he'll make you spell it out, asking what you want, knowing full well already. he likes to rile you up with it, telling you he couldn't possibly know what you're asking for if you don't tell him! (the same man who tries to convince you on the daily that you have a telepathic connection, but you digress.) you hold out for as long as you can, but it never is that long before you're using your words just like he asked. the split second before he actually kisses you is when you remember he wants it just as bad as you -- he's always so quick to give you what you want. presses himself as close to you as he can get like he wants to be even closer than that, like he can't bear to be even a centimeter apart. moves his hands around a lot, from your jaw, to your neck, your waist, your ass (you have to slap his hand away in public, and it always earns you the most adorable giggle). he tries to pull away first but you always pull him back -- he made you wait, so you'll take what you want from him. not that he's complaining.

[sanshinely]

EMPATHY (REBEL HEART) | ATEEZ CHOI SAN

EMPATHY

ateez choi san x fem!reader

trope »  established relationship fic!

genre » fluff, angst to comfort, slice of life, college AU, soft smut, domestic romance

word count;  5,590  words estimated reading time » ~ 20-25  minutes (normal reading speed)

warnings » contains strong language, heated arguments, political protest mentions, mild emotional distress, passionate kissing, pregnancy themes in epilogue.

The streets of Seoul were alive with voices that day. Students, workers, and citizens gathered to protest the latest political scandal shaking South Korea. The air smelled of rain and determination.

You walked through the crowd, holding your sign high, shouting slogans you believed in. Suddenly, your eyes met someone across the sea of faces — a tall guy with sharp eyes and a serious expression. That was San. He stood firm, shouting with the same passion.

For a moment, time seemed to slow. Two rebel souls, strangers, connected by the same fire burning inside. But the crowd pushed forward, and you both were swept apart, each lost in your own fight. No words exchanged. Just a glance. A spark.

“Hey, watch out!” you said, stepping back.

“Sorry,” the tall guy said, his voice calm but firm. He had sharp eyes that didn’t look away. “Are you here for the protest too?” You nodded. “Yeah. This place is crazy today.” He smiled slightly. “It’s always like this when people want change.” 

You frowned. “Do you think shouting on the street will really make a difference?”

He looked at you, thoughtful. “Sometimes, it’s the only way people listen.” You crossed your arms. “I’m not sure. Sometimes it feels like no one cares.” “Maybe they do, but they’re scared,” he said. “You?” “I’m just tired of waiting,” you admitted. He nodded slowly. “Me too.”

For a moment, you both stood there, surrounded by the crowd but somehow alone in that little bubble.

Then the crowd moved forward again, pulling you apart. “No names, huh?” you said with a small laugh. “Maybe next time,” he replied, eyes sparkling.

You watched him disappear into the sea of people.

And just like that, two rebel souls met — briefly, but enough to leave a mark.

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The small coffee shop smelled like fresh beans and warm milk. The morning sunlight came through the windows, making everything glow softly.

San wiped the counter when he saw the new employee walk in. You. 

“Hello,” San said, smiling. “You’re the new worker, right?” You nodded, trying not to look nervous. “Yeah, first day.” San laughed lightly. “Don’t worry. I work here part-time too. I’m San.” You smiled back. “Nice to meet you, San. I’m Y/N.” 

They shook hands. “So, you’re new here. How do you like the place?”

“It’s nice. A little busy, but I like the smell of coffee,” you said. San looked curious. “Wait, do you go to Seoul National University?” You blinked. “Yeah! How did you know?” “I’m a student there too. In my eighth semester. What about you?” “I’m in my seven,” you said, surprised.

San grinned. “No way! We met before, didn’t we?” You thought for a moment. “Maybe at the protest?” He nodded. “Yeah, that day was loud and crazy.” You smiled shyly. “I remember. You seemed very calm.” San laughed. “I will try. But I felt your energy too. You were shouting hard.”

For a moment, the busy coffee shop felt quiet between you two. You both knew this was the start of something — maybe a friendship, maybe more.

The thrift shop was small but packed with colorful clothes, vintage records, and random trinkets. The soft sound of indie music played in the background, mixing with the quiet chatter of customers. You carefully ran your fingers over a denim jacket hanging on a rack, thinking about how cool it looked. Suddenly, a voice behind you broke your concentration.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” the voice said with a smile. You turned and saw San holding a worn leather jacket in his hands. “San! What are you doing here?” He shrugged, still smiling. “Just looking for something cool to wear. You?”You laughed softly. “Me too. I love thrift shops. It’s like every piece of clothing has its own story.”

San nodded. “Yeah, kind of like people. We all have stories, right?” You smiled. “Especially rebels like us.” He grinned. “You always say that. You really like the word ‘rebel,’ huh?” 

“Of course!” you said, laughing. “It feels like it fits us — people who don’t just follow the crowd.” San looked thoughtful as he flipped through some old band t-shirts on a nearby rack. “Do you think after we graduate, we’ll still be rebels?” you asked quietly. He paused, then looked at you with steady eyes. “I think we have to be. The world needs people who fight for what they believe in.”

You nodded, feeling inspired. “Yeah. I want to do something that matters.” “Same here,” San said. “Maybe one day, we’ll look back and say, ‘We were rebels together.’” You smiled, feeling a warm connection that went beyond just friendship or college life. 

As you both continued browsing, you talked about your favorite music, your dreams for the future, and even silly things like the weirdest thrift shop finds you ever had.

San held up a pair of oversized sunglasses and joked, “Imagine me wearing these.” You laughed, “You’d look like a movie star for sure.” He laughed too. “Yeah, maybe a rebel movie star.”

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It had been three months since San and Y/N started dating. The new feeling was exciting, but sometimes balancing college and love was hard.

You sat on your bed in your dorm room. Books, papers, and your laptop were everywhere. You stared at your thesis draft but felt tired and a little stressed.

Your phone buzzed. It was a message from San.

“Coffee later, princess? I miss my honey.”

You smiled and typed back quickly, “Yes! I need a break from this thesis brain. See you soon.”

After thirty minutes, San showed up at your dorm door with two cups of coffee and a warm smile.

“Hey, princess,” he said, handing you a cup. “How’s the thesis?” You sighed. “It’s okay, but stressful. I have a lot to do and sometimes I feel stuck.” San sat next to you. “Don’t worry. You’re smart and strong. You’ll finish it.” You smiled softly. “Thanks, honey. But sometimes, it feels like my brain is full and can’t think anymore.”

San laughed. “Sounds like you need a coffee refill and some rest.” You laughed too. “Yeah, maybe. But I want to finish early so I have more time with you.” San reached out and held your hand. “That means a lot, princess. But don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay? Not just for college, but for us too.”

You looked at him, feeling your heart warm. “I’m lucky to have you, San.” He smiled wide. “Same here, honey. We’re a team. Study hard, love harder.” You took a sip of coffee and leaned on his shoulder. The world outside was busy, but here, with San, everything felt calm.

“Promise me,” he said softly, “when things get hard, you’ll tell me?” “I promise,” you said. San nodded. “Good. Because I’m here for you, always.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand. “I’m here for you too, honey.”

The evening sun cast a soft glow through the windows of San’s apartment. After a tiring day, you finally had some quiet time together. 

San poured two glasses of juice and handed one to you with a smile. “Here, princess. You need to relax.”  You took the glass, smiling back. “Thanks, Baby. I really needed this break.”

San sat beside you on the couch, close enough that your shoulders touched. His eyes were calm and warm. “I missed you today. I saw you were busy with your thesis, but you still answered my messages. That means a lot.”

You laughed softly. “You know I can’t ignore my favorite guy.” He grinned. “Good. Because now, I want all your attention.” You leaned your head gently on his shoulder. The silence was comfortable.

After a moment, San whispered, “Y/N, can I tell you something?”Anything,” you replied, turning your face to look at him. “Sometimes, I’m scared. Scared that college or life will get too hard for you. And scared I’m not enough for you.”

You shook your head, smiling. “San, you are more than enough. We’re growing together, and I’m here for you too.” He smiled softly and took your hand in his. “You make me feel safe, princess.” You brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. “And you make me feel loved.” 

San’s gaze locked with yours. Slowly, he moved closer, his lips brushing against yours softly. You felt your breath catch.

The kiss deepened—slow at first, tender and warm. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands moved to your waist, holding you firmly but gently.

The world outside faded. Time seemed to stop as you lost yourself in the moment. His lips moved passionately against yours, soft but urgent, full of all the feelings you both held inside. You felt the heat rise in your chest, your heart pounding. San’s hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing soft circles. You melted into him, your body responding to every touch.

When you finally pulled back slightly, your foreheads rested against each other. Both of you were breathing hard, hearts racing. “San,” you whispered, “I want to stay like this forever.”

He smiled, eyes shining. “Me too, princess. Me too.”

You smiled back, feeling the warmth of love and passion, knowing this was only the beginning.

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The rain poured down outside, turning the streets of Seoul into blurry streams of silver. Inside San’s apartment, the lights were dim. You sat by the window, laptop open but untouched. Your thesis document blinked back at you—page still blank.

You sighed, rubbing your temples.

San walked out of the kitchen holding two mugs of hot chocolate. “Princess,” he called gently, “you haven’t written anything yet?” You shook your head without looking up. “I tried… but my brain’s just... blank.” He placed the mug beside you and crouched in front of you, looking up. “Is it the deadline again? Or something else?”

You didn’t answer at first. Your throat felt tight. Then, quietly, “I think I’m just tired of proving myself. My prof always expects more. My parents expect more. Everyone does. I’m not even sure I want this thesis topic anymore…”

San rested his hand on your knee. “Y/N, you don’t need to prove anything to anyone. You’ve worked so hard already.” You finally met his eyes. “Do you ever feel like you’re losing yourself in everything?” He nodded slowly. “All the time.” You were surprised. “Even you?”

San sat beside you now, leaning back. “People think I’ve got everything together. Smart student, calm face. But sometimes I just wanna scream. I don’t even talk to my family these days.” You reached for his hand instinctively. “What happened?” He paused before answering. “My dad thinks art is useless. That coffee jobs and design dreams are stupid. We haven’t talked properly in months.”

Your fingers tightened around his. “San…” He offered a sad smile. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you.” “I want you to tell me,” you whispered. “Even the ugly parts. I want to be there for you.” His lips twitched upward. “Same here, princess.”

There was silence between you for a few seconds. Then, he placed his mug down and leaned closer. “Thanks for being here.” You nodded. “Always.” But even with all the empathy between you, not every day was perfect.

Weeks later, one quiet evening, the apartment air was thick—not with rain, but with tension. “You said you’d be at the café by 3,” San said, arms crossed. “I was working on my paper, I lost track of time!” you defended. “You could’ve messaged me. I waited for an hour.”

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” you muttered. San’s brows furrowed. “That’s the problem. You never think small things matter until they pile up.” Your frustration boiled. “Well maybe if you stopped over analyzing everything—!” He took a deep breath and looked away, voice low. “We promised to try. But sometimes I feel like we’re not even listening to each other.”

Your heart sank. You hated fighting with him. Especially when he wasn’t wrong. 

You stepped closer, your voice softer. “Maybe I was careless. I’m sorry. I just… I’ve been juggling too many things.” San looked at you again. “Me too. But I don’t wanna keep clashing like this.”

“We’re both stubborn,” you said quietly. He smirked, tired. “Too damn stubborn.” You reached for his hand. “But I’d rather be stubborn with you… than be with someone who doesn’t challenge me at all.” His expression softened, pulling you into a hug. “You challenge me every day, princess. And I love that. Even when it drives me crazy.”

You smiled into his chest. “Love you too, honey.”

The rain had stopped by now—but you knew this wasn’t the last storm you’d weather together.

Still, you were learning.

To listen. To bend. To empathize.

And most of all… to choose each other.

Every time.

The air was thick.

Not with smoke, not with rain—but with anger.

It started small, like it always did. A comment, a glance, a reaction too quick.

“You forgot our dinner, again,” San said, arms folded as he leaned against the kitchen counter. His voice was quiet—but sharp. 

You dropped your bag and let out a breath. “San, I told you I had a group discussion. I didn’t forget. I was just—”

“Too busy. Again.”

There it was. That disappointed tone that always made your skin crawl. “You say it like I wanted to miss it!” you snapped. “You think I don’t feel bad about this?” San’s jaw clenched. “You always feel bad after. What’s the point of saying sorry if it keeps happening?”

Your eyes flared. “I don’t need a lecture, San.” “Well maybe I wouldn’t have to lecture you if you actually listened to me once in a while!” You took a step closer. “Listen to you? San, I’ve been the one bending backwards trying to balance my thesis, my part-time job, and this relationship!”

“And you think I’m not doing the same?” he fired back. “I’ve been holding my shit together for weeks—dealing with my dad, with work, and with you being half-present!”

“Half-present?!” you nearly screamed. “I show up here every night, I support you, I love you—what more do you want from me?!”

“I want you to stop acting like you’re the only one sacrificing things!”

His voice cracked—not with weakness, but fury.

And for the first time… you snapped.

“God, San, why is everything always my fault with you?! You act like you’re perfect. Like you never make mistakes!” “I never said I was perfect,” he growled. “But at least I try not to keep making the same ones!”

You felt your chest tighten, your heart pounding. Your voice shook—not from fear, but from rage.

“You know what? Maybe we’re just too different.” The room went silent. San stared at you, eyes wide, chest rising and falling fast. You instantly regretted the words—but it was too late.

“...Maybe we are,” he said hoarsely.

The anger was gone now—replaced by something colder. A hurt too deep for either of you to hide. You blinked, slowly. “That’s not what I meant...” “But you said it,” he said, backing away slightly. “You meant it. At least part of you did.” You reached out, but he didn’t move.

“San…”

He shook his head, voice low. “I need air.” And just like that, he grabbed his coat and walked out the door. Leaving you in the middle of the living room.

Shaking. Breathless. Alone.

You sat on the couch slowly, the silence suddenly deafening.

What just happened?

How did you go from laughter and kisses… …to this?

Your throat tightened.

This wasn’t just a fight.

This was the kind of fight that left bruises you couldn’t see.

And for the first time since you met San, you truly wondered if this was the beginning of the end.

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The apartment was quiet, dimly lit by the golden hue of San’s small lamp beside his bed. Rain tapped gently on the window, as if the world was holding its breath for them. San stood in the doorway of the bedroom, leaning his shoulder against the frame, arms crossed. His eyes were soft, yet there was a storm in them—regret, longing, love. "You really came back…" he whispered.

You walked in slowly, holding your bag tighter. “I never really left you, San,” you replied quietly. “Just needed space to breathe.” He stepped closer. “I was so scared I lost you, princess.”

You looked up at him. “I was scared too… but I hated how we yelled at each other. That’s not who we are.” “I know. I hated myself the moment I saw your tears,” San murmured. “I don't wanna be right if it means hurting you.” Silence settled for a second, thick with emotion.

You dropped your bag and stepped into his arms without another word. His embrace was warm and desperate, like he’d been waiting days just to feel your heartbeat again. He kissed your forehead first—soft, lingering. “I missed you so bad,” he whispered into your ears and hair.

Your voice cracked slightly. “I missed you more than I could admit.” His lips found yours—slowly, at first. A hesitant touch. A question.

You kissed him back, answering with everything you couldn’t say in words. The tension dissolved, replaced by raw emotion. He deepened the kiss, hands gently cupping your face as he walked you backward toward the bed.

“Y/N,” he breathed between kisses, “tell me this is okay…”

You nodded, eyes full of tears. “It is. I want this. I want you.”

The way he touched you wasn’t rushed—it was full of apology, full of love. His fingers brushed your cheek like you were porcelain. Every movement was soft, reverent. He undressed you slowly, never breaking eye contact, making sure you were okay with every layer removed. He kissed your collarbone, your shoulders, like each one was a silent promise—I’m here. I’m sorry. I love you.

You pulled him closer, tracing your hand down his spine as he hovered above you, breath shaky.

“I never wanna fight like that again,” you whispered. “Me neither,” he said, kissing your forehead. “But even if we do, I’ll never walk away from you again.” 

Your bodies moved in sync, gentle at first, like trying to remember how it felt to be one. Then deeper, more urgent—like needing to feel every second you’d lost.

There were no words after that—just whispers, gasps, and the sound of rain outside. You held each other close, heart to heart, skin to skin, until the space between you disappeared entirely.

Later, wrapped in the same blanket, your head on his chest, San softly played with your hair “Still my princess?” he murmured. You chuckled sleepily. “Always.”

He smiled, kissing the top of your head. “Good. ‘Cause I’m never letting you go again.”

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The first train out of Seoul left just before dawn.

Y/N sat beside the window, fingers loosely interlaced with San’s. The world outside blurred into soft orange and blue, Seoul shrinking behind them with every mile. Her head rested on his shoulder, while his thumb gently rubbed the back of her hand.

No words were spoken at first. They didn’t need any. They had already said it all—in tears, in kisses, in promises. “You okay, princess?” San finally asked, voice low and sleepy. Y/N looked up at him, smiling small but sure. “Yeah. I’ve never felt this free.”

San leaned in and kissed her forehead. “We’re not running away. We’re choosing something better.” “Us,” she whispered.

He smiled. “Yeah. Us.”

They moved into a quiet seaside town where no one cared about their past titles, where politics and deadlines were traded for salty wind and sunlight mornings. They found a small house near the shore—old, creaky, but full of soul. Just like them.

San got a job roasting coffee at a local café. Y/N began painting again, something she used to love but never had time for in Seoul. Sometimes, they’d spend whole afternoons in silence—San sketching roastery ideas, Y/N curled up with her canvas—but their energies aligned like music in harmony. The chaos of Seoul was behind them, but the fire inside their hearts never faded.

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The wedding was nothing like they used to imagine.

It was held under the trees near their home, just the two of them, barefoot on grass with ocean wind brushing their skin. San wore a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled up. Y/N wore a linen dress she’d altered herself from a thrift shop piece. They exchanged rings they’d crafted from melted silver spoons—“recycled love,” Y/N joked.

“You look nervous,” Y/N whispered as they faced each other. San laughed quietly, eyes sparkling. “I’m terrified. You?” She grinned. “Shaking.” But when the wind carried their vows into the air, neither of them stumbled. “I promise I’ll never try to make you small,” San said. “Even when we fight, even when the world gets loud—I’ll hold your hand through it all.”

“I promise I won’t run when things get hard,” Y/N replied, tears in her eyes. “I’ll rebel with you. I’ll rest with you. I’ll grow with you.” They kissed under the sky, no audience but the stars waiting to blink to life.

Months passed. Then a year. Then another.

Their home grew not just in size, but in love. Y/N would wake to the scent of coffee and San’s soft hums from the kitchen. San would come home to Y/N’s arms and a table full of her cooking experiments—some delicious, some… less so.

They fought, still. Passionately. But they learned the language of repair—empathy, apology, and laughter. They were teammates, not enemies. And even in storms, they remembered why they started.

Then came the day Y/N felt something different.

She stood in their bathroom, staring at the small stick in her hand, heart pounding faster than any protest march they'd ever been on. When San came in, she didn’t say anything at first—just held up the test with trembling fingers.

San stared. “Wait… is that—?”

Y/N nodded slowly, lips curling upward. “Yeah. We’re having a baby. I'm pregnant!.”

San blinked. Then again. Then sank to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Oh my God…” he whispered, pressing his forehead against her stomach. “We made a rebel heart.”

She laughed through tears. “Our little revolution.” In a world that tried to bend them, change them, break them—they chose love. Not the quiet kind, not the perfect kind. But the kind that fights to understand, that refuses to give up, that grows wildly like ivy through cracks.

They left the noise of the city. They built their own world. They raised a rebel family.

And no matter what came next… They faced it, hand in hand.

Forever rebels. Forever hearts.

Bonus Epilog: Twin Flames, Tiny Feet

The sun peeked through the white curtains of their cozy home, gently waking the quiet rooms with gold. Y/N sat on the couch, both hands resting over her round belly, gently rubbing small circles. Her due date was just days away, and her ankles were swollen, her back aching, but her heart? Full.

Across the room, San was kneeling on the floor, struggling to build a wooden crib. His brows furrowed in intense focus as he muttered to himself.

“...This piece should fit here, right?”

“You’ve been saying that for the past twenty minutes,” Y/N giggled. San looked up, cheeks flushed, holding a tiny screw between his fingers. “I just—okay, I want our babies to sleep in something safe. And not cursed.” Y/N smiled, eyes soft. “They’re gonna love it, no matter what. Just like they’ll love you.”

He crawled toward her, gently resting his head against her belly. “I already love them so much. Both of them. My little rebels.” A tiny kick responded to his touch, and San gasped, eyes wide. “Did you feel that?! They know me!”

Y/N laughed. “Of course they do. You sing to them every night like a Disney prince.” San sat beside her and pulled her into his arms carefully. “I still can’t believe we’re having twins. A boy and a girl…”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “Two hearts from ours. Our love multiplied.”

The night they arrived, it was storming outside—thunder crashing while Y/N screamed through labor, gripping San’s hand like a lifeline. “It’s okay, honey, breathe with me. You’re doing amazing,” he whispered, kissing her forehead over and over.

Then— a cry. Then another.

Two voices, brand new to the world.

San cried first.

They named them Seobin and Seoyeon—bright and hopeful, just like their parents had once dreamed of becoming.

Seobin had Y/N’s nose and San’s dimpled smile. Seoyeon had San’s big curious eyes and Y/N’s calming touch.

Their home was louder now, messier, but somehow… more peaceful than ever.

Every morning started with tiny giggles, warm bottles, sleepy cuddles in bed. Every night ended with San humming lullabies, and Y/N reading softly under fairy lights.

And sometimes, in the silence, they'd look at each other across the nursery— Exhausted. Overwhelmed. In love.

Still rebels. Still soulmates. Now, parents.

On their anniversary, they took a walk on the beach, the twins bundled in their arms, waves crashing nearby like applause from the universe.

“Can you believe this is our life now?” Y/N asked, smiling at the ocean. San looked at her—windswept hair, sleepy eyes, baby strapped to her chest. He kissed her cheek. “I always knew we’d change the world. I just didn’t know this would be our revolution.”

They stood still for a moment— Four hearts beating. One family.

And as Seoyeon babbled nonsense and Seoyeon yawned in her sleep, San whispered to Y/N, “Let’s raise them to be wild, kind, and free. Just like us.”

Y/N nodded, heart swelling. “Let’s raise them to love loudly.”

Because rebels don’t always start wars.

Sometimes, they start families.

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Stern, but sweet

✎ Teacher!San ✎

TW: nothing, just San being soft and hansome

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Helleur, lovelies! As you can see, those pictures are from San's latest YouTube live, which means I was inspired by it (dies). Also, it's the first time San bias wrecked me and I sincerely hope it stays that way, I've already got 3 official wreckers (dies again). Idk what this is, but he gave me cute aggression and at the same time the need to crawl up a wall...how is that possible? Anyways, enjoy, feedback is always welcomed!

so, you had been working at this school for a year now and you absolutely loved your job

the kids are lovely and you happened to grow attached to them quite fast, wanting to ensure they got the adequate education

but when it comes to your colleagues, well, they are quite boring

most of them are well past the age of 40 and they prefer going straight home after work, most of times refusing your invitations for a dinner between co-workers

and it also doesn't help much that you're a lot younger than most, making you feel left out when you hear them conversing about topics that you're either not interested in or just simply don't understand, like: raising children and maintaining a family at home

but when one of the homeroom teacher moves away and the school is in a frenzy to find someone fit for the job, a man around your age seems to confidently accept the challenge

Choi San, is his name

and my lord, when I tell you he's absolutely ravishing with his sharp eyes and soft looking skin

he looks like someone who would discipline you at the slightest misbehavior, and you don't know how to feel about it at first

but then he smiles and those cute dimples in his cheeks make you absolutely swoon over him, his aura so warm and lovely

you've come to know that Choi San is a man with a colorful personality

in his own class, he's very authoritative and stern, he doesn't allow his students to slack, and he doesn't accept any excuses as to why they haven't done their math homework

but San is an amazing teacher, and despite his subject being math, which many students tend to hate, those who he teaches just simply can't wait for his class to come

despite being stern and quite serious, he always cracks harmless jokes while explaining the hardest equations and theories, lightening the mood, and also helping the students focus

they love San in and outside of the classroom

whenever they have a problem, they know they can go to him as he will listen, giving them smart advice instead of rolling his eyes at them and telling them to get lost (like their last homeroom teacher had done so many times)

when there's a conflict, he first listens to both sides and then comes up with a solution (or punishment) that is fair and doesn't favor a student (like their previous homeroom teacher had done quite often)

but San, with his positive and warm energy, seems to also light up your office, the grumpy older teachers laughing a bit more often, a lot more open-minded with San here now

and well, you're a simple woman and you can't really help yourself when you start swooning over him (of course, when he's not watching you or paying attention to you) about just how perfect, and dreamy, he actually is

San was the one to approach you, and you quite liked that as he talked to you freely as if you had known each other for ages

you feel your most authentic self around him, never having to worry that he'll judge you or make fun of you behind your back (like you have caught a few of your fellow co-workers doing so before)

and seriously, San is just so good with children, that you can't help yourself as you develop a crush on him rapidly

and you hope he doesn't notice the way you gaze at him longingly when he's explaining something thoroughly to his students, or pats them on the head as encouragement, or even brings them candy so he can give it as a reward when they excel on their tests

and you certainly hope he doesn't see the way you stare at him for minutes at a time when you're both in your office, your cubicles next to each other, him busy typing on his computer and you busy...well staring at San

and you definitely do not absolutely die when one Friday he asks if you're doing anything later that night, eager to go to the new Amusement Park, saying he was thinking of inviting a few other colleagues as well since he's on good terms with them

you hate Amusement Parks, but if San loves them, well...you might grow to dislike them a little less

and so you definitely do not dress up all cute and spend two hours on your makeup and hair just because San invited you (and your colleagues, but you tend to ignore that part) out

what the two of you absolutely do not expect is for your colleagues to bail on you last minute, all of them saying the same excuse, "something came up, but we should go next time"

and perhaps you die a little on the inside, because you suddenly realize just how of an awkward person the both of you are, blushing and quickly avoiding eye contact when you catch the other one already looking

you don't want to tell San that you're afraid of heights and anything that goes with high speed when he points excitedly at the large roller-coaster, telling you how he's been waiting all day to go on it

you say nothing, you suck it up, because you're an adult and this is your work crush, and perhaps because the way San has been paying attention to you all evening, keeping people away from your body in the crowd as you moved around, or how without touching you, would hold his arm out behind your back when someone walked too close, made you feel rather comfortable in his presence

so, you brace yourself for the ride and certainly don't tremble as San helps you inside the cabin, sitting down next to you

once you're tied up and secured inside of it, is when you start praying to all Gods to give you strength so that you don't lose your mind during the ride

what you don't expect is San noticing how nervous and pale you are, grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers with his as the ride takes off, making you clutch onto his hand for dear life

and the ride is so much fun that you're surprised how much you're enjoying it, but perhaps it's also because San keeps making you laugh and keeps talking to you, holding onto you

what you don't expect, once again, is him not letting go of your hand once you get off the ride, and instead he pulls you towards a photobooth, saying he wants to commemorate tonight's 'date'

oh, and you certainly don't faint when San decides to press a kiss against your cheek as the camera goes off for the last photo

seems like your work crush was crushing back on you, huh?

(seems like all of your coworkers knew about it and cancelled last minute on purpose as they've been secretly shipping the two of you and making bets about when you'd finally start dating)

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Guilty Pleasure

✟ Author: orshii

✟ Pairing: Choi San x female reader

✟ Word count: 4,6 k

✟ Warnings: cursing, suggestive

✟ Summary: You go back to your hometown for the summer vacation, not expecting the small town's priest to be a total eye candy. But he seems to be hiding dark secrets underneath his holy façade.

Will you find out the truth?

✟ A/N: *coughs in embarrassment* Uh so...I think I really went insane if I wrote this, there's no way back anymore haha. I really do feel guilty, but then I'm not, cause you'll see. *wink* To be honest I don't know what is this, I just got inspired in the church bruh-- I can't with myself, I'mma just go dig myself haha let's go. Anyways, enjoy I guess. Actually part 2 is out

My day started off boring, as usual. It was a holiday, so I went back home to the town I grew up in to visit my parents and relatives. I really needed a little break from work and from the adult life, which came out of the blue. I didn't really have time to ponder in my life choices as I finished University. I moved away to a big city to start working as an English teacher. It was very new for me, and very tiring, so, I deserved a little break as the summer vacation finally came and I could come home to rest a little before returning to my chaotic, big city life.

We were sitting in church with my parents and my brother, Wooyoung, as it was Sunday. My parents were mostly religious, and so, I had no other choice but to tag along with them. I can’t say I'm not religious myself, it’s just that I tend to give in a lot of times to the vicious temptations, to the guilty pleasure that consumes me like venom. My brain gets consumed by vices, and it takes a lot of time to find the cure to treat myself with. I learned to believe in myself, instead of God, after I had too many disappointments in life. I prayed for help, but it never came my way. So, I have decided that I'm better off on my own, believing in my own strength and whatever hardships life throws at me I will be able to overcome on my own, instead of believing in a God and waiting for guidance and to be saved.

People started filling inside the church as silence settled upon the hall, the priest coming out to stand in front of the altar. It was the moment I suddenly forgot how to breathe. My mouth fell open as slowly I leaned towards Wooyoung.

"Okay, since when did our old and dusty priest become a young and handsome one?" I whispered to my brother, surprised. The last thing I could remember, as I came here ages ago, was our priest looking like a cute grandpa. This priest on the other hand, was the complete opposite of the lovely old man.

He was tall with his body hidden underneath his black long vestment, but even that couldn't hide his broad shoulders, which could be compared to mountains. Wait a minute…since when were priests buff?

Am I in another universe, suddenly? What am I seeing? Why is he so handsome with his black framed glass?

His black hair was whipped back carefully, little strands falling to his forehead. And his face?! Oh my God, literally, I have never seen more beautiful features likes his before. His jawline was as sharp as a knife, his cat-like eyes watching the people whom came here to hear his wise words, that came from his pretty, almost cherry red, lips. I was very enraptured by this man and I felt very guilty for checking him out for thousands of reasons; one, I was sitting in church and these thoughts were very inappropriate; second…he was a freaking priest, which implied that he was the most innocent human being on earth, he can't even look at girls, let alone do even as much as touch them. My eyes fell on his hands, which were holding the Bible, his palm spreading out underneath it with the veins on his hands showing. I couldn’t control my thoughts as I imagined his long fingers tracing down my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Wooyoung chuckled quietly, "He’s a newbie. Just got here a month ago, but everyone is all over him already." My brother's voice brought me back to reality as I shook my head to clear my mind of the embarrassing thoughts.

"My dearest brothers and sisters…" The priest started speaking, his low voice sending shivers through my body. The white rosary around his neck was on full display.

From then on, all I could see were his beautiful face and lips, which moved with each smoothly spoken word. I couldn't take my eyes off him; he was like a magnet and I was the iron being attracted to it. It was silent around me; all I could hear was my own quick heartbeat. Just until he started preaching. Suddenly, his soft voice reached my ears and everything just made sense.

"God is here to help you, even in times when you turn your back on him. He watches you still; he protects you still. But he can't protect you from everything. Bad things need to happen in your life so you learn from them, squeezing every lesson out of it so that you can stand up again with your head held high. People make mistakes, and that is what makes us human. Just imagine if God protected you from all bad things, not letting you make any mistake. You’d think that your life was perfect…" He paused so the people would consume what he’s said as he looked around, watching the people in front of him, who were looking up at him like he was God himself. As he was looking around, his eyes suddenly locked onto mine and watched me sharply. I couldn't breathe, "…but the reality is, no one can be perfect, because nothing is perfect. If everything were, life would be boring…we learn from the mistakes we make, because sometimes there's no one behind our back, just ourselves, to keep us going. This is the purpose of God. He gives you lectures in these alone times, so that you can learn how to be your own best friend, so you can love yourself before you love someone else. This is the reason we shall never turn our back to God, he gives us hope and brings us the light. Amen." His eyes were on mine all the while he spoke, and I was stunned. My heart raced like hell; those words felt like they were aimed right at my heart. It reminded me of my old self, who never loved herself, not even for a short period.

I was still mulling over the priest’s speech in my mind as we stood outside the church, when suddenly I saw him standing in front of my family, still holding the Holy Bible. He was smiling at my mother as if they knew each for ages, his dimples showing on both of his cheeks, his eyes turning into crescents. I seriously needed to get my shit together.

"Is she your daughter, who moved away, Mrs. Jung?" He looked at me curiously.

"Yes, she is. Come here." My mother motioned for me to get closer as if I was still twelve years old.

The priest came closer to shake my hand, "I don’t think we’ve met before; my name is Choi San. I'm the new priest." He said with a soft tone as his face beamed with nothing but kindness.

I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jung Y/N." I slightly smiled at him, feeling a little embarrassed due to the thoughts that went through my mind during his service.

We were staring at each other; his hands still haven’t released mine as if the both of us were stunned into sculptures. My mother's voice pulled us back to reality, and San nervously coughed into his palm. What was that?

"My daughter teaches English to little kids in the nearby big town, she just graduated a year ago." My mother said proudly, her palm patting my back with a smile.

"Oh, that is a very great job. It needs a lot of patience, I assume." He seemed genuinely interested.

"Ah, yes, it's a miracle when the kids sit in one place. It's demanding and tiring, but I like it." I smiled at him, trying to seem mature.

"Hang in there, you’ve got this. I can imagine you as a teacher, it fits you well, and I'm sure you are good at it." I didn’t know if I was simply imagining it, but his smile dissapeared for a second as he was glared at me with sharp eyes. I swear to God, he looked like an animal full of desire. And for priests, desire was the last thing they were allowed to feel.

Days later I found myself sitting in a pub, next to San. I can't believe I'm saying this, but the night lead us somehow here, sitting at the bar and talking about anything and everything.  

The night started off with me going out with my childhood friends to drink something, because we have missed seeing each other. We went to a pub called Silver. The bar could be linked back to our childhood as a playground lay in its place instead back then, when we were mere kids. How fun life was, a place where we used to play as kids now was a place where we got drunk until we blacked out. At least my friends managed to do that, I was still hanging on. My friends had drunkenly rested their heads on the table where we initially sat at.

So, I had texted their husbands to ‘come collect their women’. They had come after them as all of my childhood friends had someone, except me. One of my friend’s told me that they were going to take me home. The night was wild, I could barely see, but somehow as I was looking around the bar, my jaw fell open as I saw someone. That someone being Choi San, the priest himself. He was sitting on a barstool, his back facing me. He was wearing a black turtleneck, broad shoulders on full display, which curved into a tiny waist. I was shocked over the fact that he was hiding a body like that under the black vestments. So, I told my friend that I would be staying for a little longer.

I had stumbled next to him as he sat by the bar, "Since when do priests drink alone in a pub?" I asked frowning, the words coming out of my mouth a bit slow. Giving him a closer look, the black turtleneck was tight against his thick neck, a silver necklace with a big cross reached between the middle of his pectorals, which were big. The black turtleneck he wore was tucked inside his elegant black pants. He looked like a God, but not a good one.

He looked at me a little surprised, his lips curving into a smile when he saw it was me,

"Is it set in stone that priests can't drink alone in a pub now?" One glass of whiskey was casually sitting between his fingers.

I frowned at that, feeling a little dizzy, "I mean…I guess not?"

He chuckled watching my face as I pouted at the realization, "You are cute." His smile never dissapeared.

I frowned again, analyzing his face, "Can priests say such things as well?" It was just weird; I spoke without thinking first.

San started to laugh at that loudly, his laugh was so soft it melted my heart. As he laughed, he raised his open palm up to his mouth, a golden ring decorating his index finger, his eyes formed into crescents as he looked like a cute cat, "So, do you think priests can't say anything at all? That they can't even look at cute girls like yourself?" He stopped laughing and leaned a little closer to my face, his voice low with bass.

My cheeks heat up from his closeness. What was he doing again? The man sitting in front of me was the world's biggest question mark, he acted very suspiciously. I leaned backwards, away from him as he looked at me with his sharp eyes, eyeing me up and down.

"Are you really a priest?" I folded my arms over my chest, looking at him suspiciously.

"Of course, I am." He smiled at me again with that adorable smile, which wasn't on his face mere seconds ago.

"You don’t act like it." I said leaning towards the counter to ask for some water from the barista.

"You didn't like my service on Sunday?" He asked, analyzing my face.

"I did, you said some wise words, I must admit." I said as I opened the water bottle to drink. As I drank, I felt his gaze fell on my neck, watching me as I gulped the water down. Chills ran through my body.

"C'mon, I'll take you home." He said, standing up.

"You were sipping whiskey minutes ago, are you crazy?" I said while looking up at him, as he stood next to me.

"Priests can drive while drinking, so come on, you are a bit drunk. I have to take care of the locals, as a priest." He said with a smile, his voice soft as a light breeze while he offered his hand for me to take.

I just looked at it, and after a few seconds of pondering, took it. He grabbed my hand firmly, and lead me out of the pub.

The summer night was a little cold, as clouds hid the stars above us, and the breeze sent shivers down my body.

"Are you cold?" San stopped, putting his hand on my back to caress it.

Okay, this was starting to get very weird. I just wanted to go home.

"I'm okay, just want to go home." I replied, trying to distance myself from him.

He silently led the way towards his car, which was an old black Dodge with some silver framing on the windows. Okay, he was a rich priest then, I guess.

The way towards my home was silent and a little uncomfortable. I just wanted to get away from this weird situation, away from him, because the longer I was with him, the stronger I wanted to give into the biggest sin trap. That being the realization that I started feeling attracted to a fucking priest.

When he stopped the car, I was ready to get out, but when I reached for the handle, it did not open. I looked at San frowning.

"Oh, sorry, it needs more pressure to open, this thing is as old as my grandpa." He slowly leaned towards me, reaching his hand out towards the handle. His face was close to my own, there wasn't even an inch between us. He cracked the door open, but his face remained close, and I was so stunned I couldn't move my limbs to get away from him. My heart was racing, I was terrified he might hear it. Then all I could see was him leaning closer, towards my cheeks, and he pecked it softly, like a feather.

"Good night, darling." He whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breath against my cheek, which melted into my skin, not even letting my body process it. He leaned back in his seat and pretended like nothing had happened. I swear to God, I believed I imagined the whole scene.

When I came to my senses, I quickly scrambled out of the car and speed-walked towards my house, leaving him there without a word.

I might be going insane, but I just couldn't process what happened. This man was a whole mystery, there was no way a priest would act like this, at least not a real one.

My suspicions started getting valid as on some days, when I was walking home from the summer school I was teaching at, I accidentally saw our precious priest in casual clothes, which was opposite of what a priest would wear. For example, I saw him one time in ripped jeans and leather jacket, was it what priests wore these days? He was always with some guys as they seemed to be doing some business. The first time I saw him, I wasn't sure if it was really San, but when I spotted him the second time as well, I was sure it was him. And I couldn't believe he fooled a whole fucking town with his sweet and innocent act of a priest, one everyone adored. But the truth was that he was a fucking menace, lying left and right, pretending to be someone he wasn’t. I didn't know what was going on, but I wanted to find out. There was no way I was going to let him continue fool the whole town. I wanted to get some evidence so that he would be kicked out and punished, so that he wouldn’t get any more innocent people into trouble.

So, I started following him around. I saw him on days when he completed his priest duties, visiting families, going to church, holding services. He did his job well, his acting was very convincing, everyone believed it. But during the night? He disguised himself very well, so that I wouldn’t really understand what was happening, but I knew he was meeting with some sort of gang on some nights, giving money over to them for something in exchange.

One evening, as I was following San through an alley, he had reached the end of it. He had just turned left, so I followed after him. But when I turned left as well, I couldn’t see him. I looked around, frowning as I wondered where he could have gone so fast, when suddenly, all I could feel was being pushed against the cold brick wall, fingers crawling around my neck, holding me still. I opened my eyes, which I had closed from the sudden impact. I came face to face with San's furious expression as he looked down at me. His hair fell into his eyes and they looked deadly, sharp.

"Had a good time following me, darling?" His voice was low, like a furious thunder. When he tilted his head, he looked like a psycho. His leather jacket had tightened around his biceps as he squeezed my throat. The same cross was still around his neck, just like at the pub.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I looked up at him, words hardly coming out of my mouth as his hand was still around my throat.

"Stop sticking your nose into everything, and just go home!" He raised his voice a little and loosened his hand just barely around my neck.

I took that as an opportunity, and grabbed his hand, just to tear it off my neck, "What the fuck San? Are you insane? Stop fucking fooling everyone, and get the fuck out of here!" I shouted at him; I was shacking from anger that boiled inside me.

"You have no idea what is going on, so please, just go home!" He started calming down a little as he looked behind his back from time to time. He was acting even more suspicious.

"Then tell me what this is. Cause I'm so fucking conf—" I was interrupted by an ear cracking breaking sound, followed by a loud engine.

"Fuck, they are here." San quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me along, running out of the alley to his black Dodge, that was parked on the sidewalk, waiting for us patiently.

"What the fuck is happening?" I said as he opened the passenger seat's door, and pushed me down into the seat.

"Just sit in the car, Y/N, there's no time for questions. We have to get away from here." He closed the door with a loud thump and ran towards the other side of the car, just to sit behind the wheel and ignite the engine to life.

My heart thumped like crazy, I didn't understand what was happening. All I could see was San driving like a maniac, checking the side mirrors all the time as I saw a big black Jeep following after us madly. San geared up and pushed the gas pedal to the hilt, we were almost flying. The engine threatened to jump out of the bumper from the sudden speed. We were on the highway, a lot of cars around us, but San very quickly dodged all of them. We sped past them like lightning, just for San to suddenly swerve right and get us onto a lane leading away from the highway, then he swerved right again, then left. I lost the direction we were going in, all I could see was the black Jeep that chased us now having disappeared into the cold, and scary, night. San hadn’t stopped yet, he was driving us far away from our little town. I was terrified to speak up, I just knew this was going to be the end of me. All because I'm stupid and I can't sit on my ass and mind my own business. All because I just had to follow a fucking priest, who wasn't even a priest.

After having driven for half an hour in deafening silence, we finally stopped in front of a big mansion. I looked up at it through the windshield. So, this was going to be the location of my murder? I guess it would be fine, right? At least it's a nicer place to be killed at.

I couldn't look into San's eyes, but I felt him staring at me. My body was still a little shaky from the sudden adrenaline, I tried to calm down myself and accept my ridiculous fate.  

"Hey, Y/N?" San spoke up after minutes of being in the silent and dark car. I guess he was waiting for me to calm down, and for himself as well.

I still couldn't look into his eyes as tears flooded in my eyes, the adrenaline was gone and its demise left nothing behind but fear. I don’t know if I was ever this scared in my whole life before.

I felt San's hand touching mine, very carefully. He might’ve realized that I was terrified, so he didn’t want to scare me anymore, "Hey, look at me." His voice was sweet again, like candies.

I breathed in and out, closing my eyes, to somehow fight against my fear, and then slowly turned towards him. As I looked at him and he saw my teary eyes and terrified expression, his features softened into a worried expression.

"Fuck, Y/N, I won't hurt you! I'm so sorry, darling." He cupped my cheeks, tears appearing in his eyes as well. Upon seeing his worried expression, I somehow felt kind of relieved.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" I asked in a whisper looking, down at my hands in fear.

"Look at me, Y/N!" His fingers curled around my chin to lift my head up. I somehow managed to look into his eyes again, and the softness I saw in them made me relax a bit more, "Of course, I won't kill you, don't say foolish things. I could never hurt you."

He cupped my face again, caressing my cheeks, "I'm sorry if I scared you, darling."

"What is going on?" I whispered again as the words hardly came out of my mouth, having gone dry like a desert.

 "C'm here." He took my hand and pulled me towards himself, making me crawl over the center console and straddle his lap. His hands immediately held onto my waist and pulled me closer to himself.  I circled my arms around his neck carefully as he pulled me down to his chest and hugged me tightly. I took a deep breath of his sweet candy-like cologne, the skin of his neck warm.

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I just…there is a lot going on, and I lost my head for a second. Please, forgive me…" His hands ran up and down my spine, caressing it, leaving nothing but shivers in its wake. His body was a like a magnet, I couldn't detach myself from it, it felt impossible.

"Tell me what’s going on." I whispered into his neck weakly, closing my eyes.

"Well, I'm not a priest." He said, still caressing my back.

I scoffed, "Wow, shocking news."

"How did you figure it out?" His hand slowly traveled up to the hair on my nape, massaging my scalp as I felt my body temperature rise, comically thinking that I was going to slip right through his fingers from the warm touch.

"I saw you a few times with those people…" The way he started massaging my scalp became a little firmer, and a moan almost slipped through my lips "…doing some business, I assumed. So, I started following you."

"My darling couldn't stay away from me, huh?" His hand resting on my waist slowly slipped under my blouse, his hot fingers starting to trace my warm skin up and down. Suddenly, the fantasy I had in mind while watching him in church, during the service, fought its way to the forefront of my mind, it being his hands slowly tracing down the curves of my body. I would’ve never thought that it was really going to happen.

I slowly lifted my head up from his chest to look into his eyes, which left a fire in its wake. The chill I felt an hour ago was gone in seconds, and I have never felt hotter in my life before seeing the heated desire in his eyes, it could’ve burned me up whole.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, trying to get rid of the tension between us.

"That’s a very long story, darling." He leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He pulling me impossibly close to himself as he held my waist with both hands.

"The night is long now that you have kidnapped me." I whispered barely inches away from his lips as they were almost touching mine.

"Yeah?" He whispered back, his lips hovering over mine, ghosting against them. His hands ran up my warm body passionately, his nails digging into my skin roughly.

I hummed at that, as words couldn't escape my lips, his hands on my skin making my stomach drop. He breathed shakily against my lips and I felt his body getting hotter as he finally pressed his lips against mine hungrily. I kissed him back with greed, our lips moving in sync against each other, my dry lips now fully wetted with his saliva, which tasted like sweet candies. His right hand tangled into my hair, running his fingers through it and it made me moan against his lips. San took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth, discovering every inch of it as my tongue danced along his passionately. I grinded down against his crotch, and he let out a guttural groan at the stimulation. His hand on my waist slipped down to my ass, and he grabbed it harshly just to push me down against himself harder. We both let out a moan at the feeling, and we separated to get some air as I slowly started feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen. His forehead pressed against mine as we both breathed heavily against each other's mouths.

"We should stop…" San whispered against my mouth, his lips touching mine as he kissed me again, now a little slower. He sucked on my lower lip to take it between his teeth, and bit it so hard that blood started to drop down my chin, seeping into the collar of my blouse. I winced from the sudden pain, making me grind down harder against him. I have long lost my sanity; I have lost against the sins that caged me in until I wasn't aware of anything at all around me.

"Why?" I asked weakly as we separated again.

"Because I want to fuck you properly, on a bed." He told me, sharp eyes boring into my own, almost as if I had no other choice but to obey him. My body shook from the desire I felt for San, and I really had no other choice but to obey his wishes and let him fuck me senseless, giving in to the guilty pleasures.   

Part 2->

[1ovewoo]

thinking abt sitting on san’s face, your thighs squeezing his head as you desperately rut against his mouth, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you down against him, eyes rolling back in his head and groans slipping from his lips, vibrating through your core and amplifying your pleasure

him pulling his hand back only to land a harsh smack on your ass cheek, making you whimper as you throw your head back, begging him for more, your hands snaking up to play with your tits

san flicking his tongue fast and tight against your clit until you cum with a near-scream, your chest heaving as you grind on his face, riding out the waves of your orgasm before you climb off of him and slide down to give him a wet, messy kiss, your arousal smearing from his face to yours as you slide a hand down to palm at his already spent cock, having came untouched just from eating you out ♡

[lonelystczennie]

Babysitting

San x Reader

Summary: San helps you babysit for the day, and let's a little secret slip.

Word count: 600+

Warnings: mentions of having kids, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I'm not the best at writing about kids, so I'm sorry if this isn't quite what you wanted.💙

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When San came to pick you up for your lunch date, he thought it was slightly odd when you didn't answer the door right away, usually you tackled him in a hug before the bell had even finished ringing.

He considered ringing again, only to stop short when you opened the door, met by the surprising sight of you holding a baby who couldn’t be more than six months old.

“Did I miss something?” He asked, confused.

“No, this is Haru.” You explained. “My friend's babysitter canceled at the last minute, so I offered to look after her for the afternoon.” You adjusted your hold on the squirming infant. “I’m sorry, I should’ve called you earlier to reschedule, but it all happened so suddenly.”

“It's okay, we don’t have to reschedule.” He assured you, leaning down to stroke one of Haru’s chubby cheeks, instantly charmed. “Do you want some help?”

"Really?"

"Yeah, I like kids." He shrugged, cooing at Haru and making her giggle.

“Then yes, please.” You said, letting him in.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of feedings, nappy changes and trying your best to keep Haru content and happy, which turned out to be more of a challenge than you had expected.

You had been trying to put her down for a nap, but she was not having it, becoming increasingly agitated and crying.

“I don’t know what I'm doing wrong.” You lamented, almost in tears yourself at her distress.

“Can I try?” He asked, holding his hands out for the infant.

You passed her to him, watching warily as he tucked her against his chest, bouncing slightly as he walked round the room with her. In less than a minute, she had quieted, already beginning to doze in his arms.

“Why does she only stop crying when you hold her?” You asked, watching him in disbelief.

“She’s just got good taste.” He said, stopping when he caught your expression. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant-”

“I know, it’s fine,” You assured him. “I just…”

You didn’t finish the thought, pressing your lips into tight line, but he could read the worry in your eyes.

“You’re doing a good job, babies are just finicky sometimes.” He reassured you, thinking back to his own experiences looking after kids. “Don’t worry, it’ll be different with our kids.”

“Our what?” You looked up at him questioningly.

He froze again, eyes widening slightly as he realized his slip.

“I was just.. speaking hypothetically.” He said, unconvincingly, but you decided to let it go for the being, letting him bounce away from you again with Haru.

Later, after he'd managed to get her down for her nap and the two of you finally got to sit down together for a very late lunch, you brought up his earlier comment.

“So, you’ve thought about us having kids?” You asked, watching him carefully.

“I, uh… a little.” He admitted, glancing over at you nervously. “Is that bad?”

“No, it just surprised me a little.” You said. “I didn’t realize you thought about things like that for us.”

“I don’t, I mean, not really." He explained, trying to cover for himself. "It’s just one of those things that happens as a passing thought, you know?”

“Yeah, okay.” You said, grinning at his slightly flustered state.

“And it’s not like I wanna have them right now,” He insisted. “Just… maybe someday.”

"Maybe someday." You echoed.

It was quiet for a minute as you ate, before you decided to press him again.

“So how many do we have?”

“Three.” He answered immediately.

“Aha!" You exclaimed.

"What?!"

"It sounds like you've thought it about more than just a little!” You giggled, making him whine.

"Don't laugh at me!" He said defensively. “You asked me a question, what am I supposed to do, lie?”

“It’s cute though!” You said, still giggling.

At that moment, Haru decided to announce that she had woken up, crying loudly.

“I’ll go!” San said, jumping up quickly before you could say anymore.

You let him go, deciding you’d wait till after your friend had collected Haru to tell him how you'd thought about it too.

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[4:07 pm]

"just like that? This is it?"

"goodbye, san."

the only thing san heard after your final words to him was the dial tone of the phone call ending.

his heart ached but all he could do was sit there. he still loved you and cared for you. he couldn't even imagine a future without you in it, and he had never even once considered it a possibility.

he wanted to run to you, to hold your hand and tell you how much you meant to him. he wanted to do anything or say anything to make you stay.

but he couldn't bring himself to do any of those things. because above anything else, the thing he wanted most of all was for you to be happy.

if this is really what you wanted, if this is really what would make you happy, he would do it. san would endure anything for you.

but that night as he lay in bed, regret claws at his throat, and tears burn his eyes. he can't keep your words from echoing in his head.

"i can't do this anymore san. let's just breakup."

[hongjoongsslvt]

IT'S YOU- CHOI SAN pt.2 (MDNI)

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SMUT AHEAD, MINORS DO NOT INETRACT

Wc: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, Protected sex, Frequent use of word 'kitten', reader is referred to as kitten, oral sex (both receiving), use of word slut, safe word mentioned (but never used) , ice play. chocolate syrup play That's all i can think of.

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"Kitten you are merely 4 to 5 cam taller, doesn't meant that i can't lift you up, bend you over and fuck you senseless"

My breath hitched with his words, and our faces were so near that I could feel his hot breath on my skin. San's hands slid aimlessly across my body before kissing me back.

I sank into a powerful forceful kiss, while one of his hands cupped my breasts and gave them a little squeeze, causing me to gasp. San seized the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and massaging my palate while I let out soft muffled groans.

"You have no idea, how much i wanted this, I had to control the urge to tear your clothes and fuck your pretty cunt and cum on your tits whenever you walked around without wearing bra or underwear, more so when i felt your tits and body rub against me when you are trying get something from cabinet " he whispered, licking my earlobe which made me arch my body off the wall, pressing against him, seeking pleasure involuntarily.

"San, I always got off thinking about you" I throw my hands behind his neck and grind myself on his thigh, which is wedged between my thighs, kneeing my aching core.

"I know, Sweetheart, you always got off on the washroom in the game room after making sure i put my headphones on. I pretended as if i didn't hear you calling my name to check otherwise" He said, as he scooped me up in bridal style, taking me to the game room and plopping me onto the bed we had at one of the corners of the room.

San said, trailing kisses from my ankle to my inner thighs. My skin feels like it's on fire where he touches it; I slip my hands into his hair and gently tug it, eliciting a hum from him.

"Let's make one of your fantasies come true, hm?" He got out of bed after giving my lips a short kiss and returned with a glass of ice and chocolate syrup.

"Your safe word is Red, got it kitten?"

Just as I was going to nod, San tore my Bunny suit in half, grabbing onto my tits and sucking them forcefully, the other hand making contact with my dripping cunt. The unexpected sensation ripped a loud groan from me, my hands locking onto his hair and driving him into my breasts.

"San-fuck, too rough"

"you wanted this, didn't you?, Kitten no need to play dumb, I read through your idea book lying on the desk, you wanted me to rip your clothes off and go hard on you didn't you? wanted me to pour chocolate syrup all over your body and lick you up while pressing ice against your throbbing swollen cunt?"

I tried to cover my face with the pillow, but San was too quick. He took the pillow out of my hands and pinned them over my head, taking the bottle of chocolate syrup in the other. I felt the blood surge into my face.

"Be a good slut and let me play with you as i want" My collar bone was sharply bit, and then I felt kitten licks as he dropped syrup across my tits, stomach, and cunt. The unexpected sticky feeling made me wetter.

Whimpers and groans of need filled the room as San slowly and languidly reached the area where I most wanted him—my tits and stomach—to lap up the syrup. I jerked my hips into him after he blew on my swollen pussy, which earned me a slap right to my cunt, before letting go of my hands and pinning my hips.

"Stay still, Kitten, unless you don't want to cum"

San placed a block of ice in his mouth and kissed me open-mouthed, passing me the cube and gently poking one of his fingers into my entrance. He returned the ice block to my cunt, lips latching onto my swollen clit.

"San! ~ngh Fuck! "So good!" I gripped the covers as his icy lips and ice touched my sensitive clit, and he inserted two more fingers into my hot cunt.

He sucked up the syrup that was pouring down my puffy cunt. He took his fingers out of my hole and watched it clench around nothing.

"Such a pretty pussy, can't wait to fuck it, till it can take only me" San growled quietly and licked a long stripe after spreading the folds open, before pushing his tongue into my heat.

"Feels so fucking good, Fuck, this is better than what i imagined" I say as i grip his shoulders, my legs were kept open and pinned to the bed by his strong arms. I can only let out pathetic moans and whimpers as i felt my high hit me

"Sannie~ 'm gonn-" the knot in my stomach snapped before warning him, coming down the high with a loud whine, cumming hard on his tongue. He lapped up everything before raising his head to look into my eyes.

"You taste so delicious, now get to the corner of the bed, lie on your back, and hang your head off the bed," he ordered, tapping my thighs. I quickly obeyed his directions and laid down as he instructed. San stood in the corner, facing my head, as he removed his sweatpants and underwear, his hard massive cock hitting his abdomen. He snarled at the abrupt exposure to cold air and seized this cock in one hand, pumping it a few times while the other grabbed my jaw and pried it apart. He slipped his cock in.

"Suck it like the good slutty Kitten you are"

Tears streamed down my lust-filled eyes as his massive cock pressed deep into my throat, pressing on my delicate palate. I traced the vein with my tongue as he mercilessly pounded my throat, his hands playing with my sensitive buds.

"Your throat feels so tight and good around my cock, gonna come in your mouth and on your tits yeah?" San struggled to speak, and low groans escaped his mouth; my moans, blocked by the blowjob, sent vibrations as his head fell back and came down my throat; the sensation caused me to cum unexpectedly as he pulled his cock out and gave it another few pumps to get the remaining cum onto my breasts, noticing that I, too, had cum.

"Does kitten like getting throat fucked that much?"

He said as he crawled on top of me, quickly slipping on a condom, his cock prodding my sensitive, overstimulated entrance, thrusting the entire length into my cunt in one hard thrust, making me let out a loud moan that could easily be mistaken for a scream, gripped hard on his shoulders, bruising the skin, legs tightly wrapped around his small waist

"Fuck, you are so big~so full" I say as I give him an open mouthed kiss while he thrusts his hips at an incredible pace.

"Relax kitten, you are clenching down my dick so hard, does it feel that good? You feel good too, perfect, just for me to fuck"

San filpped me over, my head pressed against mattress while im on my knees, his hands gripped my hips hard, leaving marks as he drilled into my swollen puffy cunt without mercy

"San!" I scream his name over and over again as i try to warn him that i am yet again close to climax, but am unable to do so due to the sweet stretch contrasting his rough pounding.

"Gonn cum? Im gonn cum too kitten, now be good and cream my cock yeah?" he whispered my ear lobe while playing with my breasts and pressing down the visible bulge on my lower abdomen everytime he thrusts.

he knot in my stomach snaps as I let out a final whimper, arching my back before my legs give out, and San, too, has cum. After our orgasms, we slumped onto the bed, San right next me, hugging my head close to his chest and petting it.

"Remember that one time when i was so scared to jump into the pool but you held me close and jumped together? That's when i fell in love with you, what mattered was you, not your height or any physical attribute" San confessed, his hands running through my hair, as i patted his back.

"I felt in love with you when you fought a dog which was about to bite me and got yourself bitten and said that you'd marry me to protect me from dogs forever" I rise my head head to look at him, only to find him looking at me too, both of us laughing together and eventually falling asleep in each others' warm embrace.

"Being roommates is not a problem anymore"

Time Skip- the next morning

"Yo Dude, where the fuck are my socks, and why is one of the sock yours and one mine?" I shout as San and i are running late to the morning class

"Calm down, Kitten, here you go" He replied, giving me a gentle peck before hurrying.

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[i-luvsang]

jam to my peanut butter — choi san

1.2K MILESTONE EVENT ☆ CLOSED  gn!reader , fluff !! , non-idol!au , cw : alcohol/drinking, mentions of allergies, unedited , wc : 0.6K , here you go sky !! tysm for the requestttt i hope you enjoyyy hehe

san’s flushed cheeks and drunken giggles must be the most endearing, adorable sight you have yet to witness. you’re not nearly as drunk as he is; just tipsy enough to lean into his soft and frequent touches. though many other loud and happy friends surround you at the restaurant table, you feel removed from them; it’s not a bad thing, though. you just feel as though you’re in your own little world with san.

he flirts with you, you flirt back.

“will you be the jam to my peanut butter?” he slurs.

“first of all, i’m allergic to peanuts–”

“almond butter?”

“eh,” you tease, “not my favorite.” he pouts. “but… just for you, i’ll make an exception.” he grins. 

his heart flutters unbeknownst to you, and so does yours. that sensation, you are very familiar with when around san.

he takes shots, and you take less—all in hopes of being the one to take him home. surprisingly enough, luck is on your side when you stay in that little bubble with your long-time crush, as no one around you dares to pop it. then, you’re the one who’s responsible for him in his drunken state, as you’ve begun to sober up after quitting with the drinks a bit ago. plus, no one thinks they could get him to unlatch himself from his spot by your side, both hands at your elbow and his head on your shoulder.

“alright san, it’s time to go home,” you chide.

“why?” he sighs, that permanent pout that always finds its way to his features each time he’s drunk extra noticeable.

“well, everyone else is leaving and i think this restaurant is closing soon, so… that’s why.”

“ah. are you leaving too?” he lifts his head from your shoulder to look you in the eye. his gaze is soft, innocently questioning, and ever-so endearing.

“we all are. so, c’mon! get up with me so we can grab a taxi.” you start pushing out of your chair, san complying easily and happily.

“we’re getting a taxi together?” he asks, voice unabashedly hopeful.

you nod, doing your best to support the weight he puts on you as he leans into your side. “i’m taking you home,” you answer simply. he doesn’t say anything to that, just begins to hum an old song, contentedness filling the notes that escape his mouth.

leading him outside, you say goodbye to your other friends still lingering outside.

“try not to look too happy about having to take care of a drunk san,” wooyoung teases.

all you can muster in combat is a weak, “shut up,” while fighting back a smile.

“couldn’t if i tried~” he sing-songs back at you before waving goodbye with a bright smile and making his way to his car. you roll your eyes, but wave with your free hand in a friendly gesture. “bye, san! don’t cause too much trouble for your lover there, alright?” he yells before disappearing around the nearby corner. you feel your face flush with heat at wooyoung’s words, but san seems to just love it.

“my lover,” he giggles under his breath, sounding too happy about it for you to deny it. you’re probably too flustered to come up with a sentence that makes any sense. you’d do anything for san to call you that, sober. but he’s still drunk, so you’re not too sure what to make of it. all you can do is hope with your whole being that he’s not just saying things, but meaning them too. hope that his actions are what he really wants to be doing when he’s not drunk, not held back by whatever social standards that are set up to draw the line between friends and something more. hope that he wants to be holding you close like he is now, that, however cliche, and however allergic you are, he really, really wishes that you’d be the jam to his peanut butter.

(spoiler alert: he does.)

[choism]

Imagine San teasing you with light touches at a party, touching your hips gently as he moves past you, brushing his hand against your while grabbing another drink, whispering in your ear so you can hear him clearly over the loud music.

Then his touches grow more firm, at first you thought it was accidental but as soon as he starts grabbing your wrist to take you places, wrapoing his arm around your waist while talking to people, leaning his head against yours while sitting on the bench outside. You knew what he wanted

Grabbing your hand and leading you ti an empty room so he can taste you, touch you, savor every inch of you that he's wanted since he knew you were at the party. Fucking into you as gentle or as rough as you like it. Kissing you passionately, breathlessly

[323cutie]

in this moment i dream with you. | cs

pairing ୨୧ san x afab reader

word count ୨୧ 900

genre ୨୧ smut asf !! and really quite fluffy, established relationship and implied new relationship

warnings ୨୧ hrmm sexual content, swearing <3 smut warnings below the cut!!

author's note ୨୧ ive only actually written smut a handful of times and I always think it'll be decent and then i start writing and get scared But idk san is hot and sweet!!!!! goodnight

18+ mdni!!!

smut warnings ୨୧ kind of praise, dirty talk (ish), unprotected sex, pet names (baby, sweetheart), i dont actually get into it like at all but san is a switch imo, he also Talks U Thru It, cumshot (kind of) (is that even the right word), lovely aftercare, no gendered terms but again reader is afab!!

“Been waiting so long,” San murmurs once he’s finally pushing himself inside you. “Been wanting you so bad.”

Your head is fuzzy already, his words tender in your ear. He feels so good, his touch so soft, better than you could have ever imagined. You gasp out a breath and don’t miss the proud smile on his face when you whimper out, “me too.”

There’s quiet aside from the distant crickets and yours and San’s panting while you both adjust to feeling each other. He kisses you once, twice, until you move your hips and he whines, breaking away from your lips to press his forehead into your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and roll your hips again, desperate for the friction, eager to taste it for the first time. San sighs against your neck but listens to the words you don’t have to say out loud, pulling his hips back before thrusting his cock back into you again. The air is punched out of your lungs and you moan.

You feel so worked up despite it all barely starting – maybe that’s just the effect San has on you. You want more, want him closer, even when he’s already as close as he can be. Happy to give and take, ready for whatever he asks of you. It feels like a heavy, sudden rain after a painful drought. He finds a pace that suits the both of you, rolling his hips into you and making you writhe, pressing your one of legs up and out and wrapping the other around his waist, ever tender.

“You wanted me too, hm?” He asks suddenly, and you’d tease him for being so out of breath if you weren’t struggling to think at all. You settle on nodding but he coos, giving you a few harsh thrusts as if to say use your words.

So you do, breathing out, “yes, yes. Since – ah – our first date. D-Dreamed about you, shit.”

San hums but it sounds like a whimper and you almost feel like screaming. His cock fits in you so well, hitting all the right spots like he was meant to be here. He must feel it too, if his little gasps and groans are anything to go by. “Dreamed?” He asks, pulling himself off of you to look you in the eyes.

It makes you shy, but you feel too good to do more than flush hot at his stare. “Yes,” you answer, completely honest, moaning when his fingers find your clit. “Waited so long – want more, Sannie, more –”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” San reassures, his hips moving harder against you. “I’ll give you what you want, I promise.”

You trust him. He moves like he’s known your body for years, and in the haze of the waves of your pleasure, you wouldn’t be surprised if he managed to figure you out so quick. He’s good at everything, anyways; sensual and intuitive, fucking you hard with the most gentle presses of his hands and mouth on your skin. You feel like you’re seeing a brand new world, draped in a new light, erasing everything you knew before. It’s overwhelming. You can’t get enough.

“So fucking wet,” he mumbles, more to himself than you. “Just can’t help yourself, huh, baby?”

His fingers move faster against your clit and you shake your head no, vigorous, too caught up in the feeling of him. Every part of him melts into you like a steady stream, an endless fountain. Too good, deeper, faster –

“Gonna –” you gasp, clawing at San’s arms, his shoulders. “Gonna cum. Sannie, gonna –”

He nods, eager, eyes full of something equal parts fond and lustful. “Can feel it, sweetheart, squeezing me so tight,” he murmurs back at you. You think you can hear the squelch of your pussy as he keeps thrusting into you, keeping his steady, harsh pace and the flick of his fingers. “Come for me, let me feel it, please cum on my cock.”

You’d never say no, especially not when he’s begging so pretty. It feels like tsunamis, untouchable floods, a completely blue scene behind your closed eyelids. You think you’re moaning, going slack in San’s hold and feeling him hold you tighter. He matches your noises, riding it out with you, telling you how perfect you feel, how pretty you look, how long he’s been wanting to make you feel good.

He only thrusts a few more times, uneven and quick, before he’s pulling out and cumming on your stomach, painting you pretty. The world is quiet again, peaceful and righted, as San leans down to kiss you pliant. He does an exceptional job and you follow with no hesitation.

“Hey,” he whispers when you finally part.

“Hey yourself,” you say back. His pretty dimples show in his smile. You mirror it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He carries you to the bathroom, sweet and soft the whole time he wipes you down. You apologize for the scratches on his shoulderblades and he just laughs, but you see his ears redden when he sees them in the mirror. He carries you back to bed, too, downright refusing when you tell him you’re sure you can walk.

His eyes shine in the moonlight peeking through your window until you fall asleep, nestled in his hold.

[sanshinely]

LOVE HANGOVER | ATEEZ CHOI SAN

LOVE HANGOVER

ateez choi san x fem!reader

trope » established relationship fic, non-idol fic (this fic is also inspired by love hangover, your love & toxic till the end!)

genre » fluff, romance, angst, toxic-but-tender relationship, bittersweet, slight smut.

word count;  4,670 words estimated reading time » ~15–20 minutes (normal reading speed)

warnings » toxic dynamics, emotional manipulation, alcohol mention, codependency themes, suggestive content, explicit language, hurt/comfort elements, heartbreak

7 years.

It’s not just a number. It’s every birthday you celebrate together. Every Sunday morning in the same bed. Every night you cooked because he came home late.

It’s also every second you spend waiting. Every fight that ended with silence. Every promise that was pushed to someday.

Choi San isn’t just a name. He is a man for you, who is always there for you. Yet he is much older than you, but he’s a constant. A presence that wrapped around you like the softest shadow—always there, even when the world fell apart. He’s the man who held your hand through your loudest silence and loved you in a way that made pain feel almost poetic.

He’s older, wiser, and always seemed like he had life figured out.

But maybe that’s why you trusted him too much.

Maybe that’s why it hurts more now.

You and San met a few years ago, back when you were just neighbors in that old, cracked apartment building in Hongdae. San was a new neighbor at that time, you thought he’s just a random guy but in fact he’s living next to your door. You saw him for the first time when he was sitting on the stairs eating ramen straight from the pot, hoodie pulled over his head, headphones in. He barely looked up at you, just gave a little nod. But after that, somehow you always ran into him—at the convenience store downstairs, waiting for deliveries, out on the roof when you couldn't sleep. 

You started to talk and get to know him more. He’s definitely your type and the kind of man that you’re finding all these time. One late night, he knocked on your door because he forgot his charger. The next morning, you woke up tangled in sheets that smelled like him. 17 January of 2023, where your relationship with San has begun, as a couple. That’s just how it started. Not some big dramatic love story.

 Just little moments stacked on top of each other until you couldn’t remember what life felt like before him. And somehow, that turned into something real. San wasn’t always perfect—he was messy, moody, and sometimes way too quiet when you needed him to say something. But he was loyal. He remembered how you took your coffee. He always came back, even after a fight. And before you even realized it, seven whole years had passed. Even when you started to wonder... if love was really enough.

San was 25 back then, and you’re only 19. Now it has been 7 years passed. San has turned into a grown man at the age of 32. You just turned 25, at the same age of the year of your relationship and San has started. You’ve waited all day, but there’s no San. He was busy with his job, of being a photographer. Your day was almost dry, but he finally came home that night.

11PM -

He walked in quietly, as if the silence in the room might crack beneath his footsteps. His camera still hung from his shoulder, his coat damp from the drizzle outside. He looked around like he wasn’t sure what to say first. You were on the couch, curled under the throw blanket, the glow from the television reflecting off your tired eyes.

“I’m home,” he said softly, almost like a question. You didn’t look up right away. The air was thick, heavier than it had been in the morning. On the coffee table sat the cake you bought for yourself—half-melted now, its candles untouched. He followed your gaze, then exhaled through his nose, the guilt already spreading across his face.

“You’re late,” you said, voice steady, but flat. San swallowed hard. “I know. The shoot ran longer than I thought.” His words dropped one by one, careful, but too late. 

“You didn’t text.”

“I didn’t want to make promises I couldn’t keep.” San tried to defend himself. That hurt more than you expected. He hadn’t promised anything in a long time—not birthdays, not plans, not forever. Just moments. And moments were always slipping through his fingers. You sat up slowly, wrapping your arms around your knees.

“It’s my birthday, San.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at you, eyes flickering with all the things he couldn’t undo. “I didn’t forget,” he whispered. “No,” you said, looking down. “You just didn’t show up.

“I know, my love. And I'm really sorry for that,” he whispered, stepping closer until his arms wrapped around you from behind. His chin rested gently on your shoulder, breath warm against your skin. You didn’t lean into him right away. You stayed still—arms crossed, body stiff. The anger wasn’t loud. It was soft, tired, and blooming from years of quiet disappointment. But even then, even in the silence, you didn’t pull away.

You still loved him. That was the worst part.

He pressed a kiss to your neck, slow and familiar, his hands sliding gently down your arms. You felt his heart beating against your back. His touch didn’t ask for forgiveness—it begged for closeness. For comfort. For a pause in the distance that had been growing between you.

And for a moment, you gave in.

You turned to face him, lips brushing his in that messy way two people do when they don’t know how to fix things but still want to feel something. The kiss deepened, breath caught between teeth, fingers curling into fabric. There was heat, hunger—like muscle memory. Like instinct.

But it didn’t last. You pulled away first.

Your chest rose and fell, eyes glossy but firm. “San… I’m not in the mood,” you murmured, barely above a whisper. He looked at you—not frustrated, not offended. Just quiet. Just sad.

“It’s okay,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Let’s just stay like this.” 

So you did.

You laid down together, limbs tangled beneath the blanket. His arms wrapped tightly around you, your face tucked into the space between his neck and shoulder. You felt his lips press softly against your hair.

No more kisses. No more words. Just two people clinging to the warmth of something that felt like love, even if it wasn’t whole anymore.

The room was dim, the only light coming from the hallway outside their half-closed door. His fingers slowly traced shapes on your back under the blanket, like he was trying to memorize you all over again.

You hadn’t spoken in a while—not since the kiss that stopped midway. But there was no awkwardness, just the kind of silence that feels safe when you’re lying in the arms of someone you’ve loved for too long to hate.

Then his voice, soft and low, broke the quiet.

“Princess…”

You rolled your eyes a little, your cheek still pressed against his bare chest. “Seriously? After all this, you’re still calling me that?” He chuckled, that lazy, breathy kind of laugh that made your stomach flutter even now. “What? I’ve been calling you that since you were nineteen. It’s tradition.” You groaned playfully, but your lips curled into a small smile. “Yeah, well. Your princess is tired of waiting for her happily ever after.”

He didn’t laugh this time. Just held you a little tighter. “I know,” he said. “Seven years... I still remember the first time you came over and stole my hoodie like it was yours.” You smirked. “It was mine. You just didn’t know it yet.” He leaned in and kissed the top of your head.

“I’ve loved you since that day, you know,” he whispered. “Even before I admitted it to myself.” You stayed quiet for a beat. “I loved you through every shoot, every late night, every city I had to fly to without you.” Your throat tightened. The words were sweet, but they didn’t answer what you really needed to hear. Still, you replied softly, “I never stopped loving you either.”

He hummed, fingers sliding down to lace with yours under the covers. “I know I’ve been a mess,” he said. “But you’re still the best thing I’ve ever had, princess. No shoot, no project, no city ever felt like home unless you were in it.” You bit your lip, eyes starting to sting. “Then why does it still feel like I’m always waiting for you?”

He didn’t have an answer. So instead, he pulled you even closer, your nose brushing against his collarbone.

Maybe love wasn’t about answers anymore. Maybe it was just two hearts trying not to fall apart in the same bed.

You didn’t know how long you lay there, tangled in memories, in touch, in the invisible weight of years. There was no clear path forward—only the space between love and something that used to be love. But when you tilted your head up to look at him, he was already watching you. His eyes were glassy, lips parted like he’d been trying to find the right words but failed every time.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he murmured. You didn’t reply. Instead, you leaned in slowly, as if you were giving yourself permission.

And then, you kissed him.

It wasn’t soft, or shy—it was the kind of kiss that tasted like every year you’d stayed, and every tear you’d held back. His hand cradled your cheek, the other pressed firmly against your lower back as he pulled you on top of him, not with hunger, but need.

It was passionate. Desperate. Familiar. You kissed him like he was still yours. And he kissed you like he was terrified you wouldn’t be tomorrow

Two months later.

The days blurred into one another, stretched out by routine and silence. You were still together—still sharing meals, still sleeping in the same bed—but something had shifted. A kind of quiet had settled between you, like an echo of something that used to be loud and full of life.

That night, it all came to a head. You sat on the edge of the bed, folding freshly washed laundry under the dim yellow light of your bedroom lamp. You didn’t plan to say it—but it had lived in your chest for too long.

“I want to get married, San. ”Your voice was steady, almost gentle. But he knew it wasn’t just a wish.

He froze beside the dresser, holding one of his shirts mid-fold. “Y/N…”

He sighed, walking over slowly before sitting beside you. “I just… I don’t think I’m ready yet. You nodded once, lips pressing into a thin line. The pain wasn’t new—it just settled deeper this time. “I see.” San reached out to hold your hand, but you pulled back slightly—not in rejection, but in resignation.

“Have you stopped loving me?” you asked quietly. His eyes widened. “No. Of course not. I love you so much.” “Then why does it feel like I’m the only one holding on?” A tense silence filled the space between you. You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t want to wait another seven years for you to be ready, San. I’ve already given you everything.”

He stood quickly. “And I didn’t ask you to!” he snapped before softening. “I mean—I didn’t want you to feel like you had to wait that long just for me.” You let out a dry laugh. “But I did wait, San. Because I believed in us. I believed you’d eventually choose me fully.”

“I have chosen you.”

“No, you didn’t.” You turned to face him, tears brimming. “You chose your work. Your freedom. Your timing. I was just the one who waited around.” His jaw tightened. “I’m doing my best. You know that.” “I know you think you are,” you replied, quieter now. “But sometimes your ‘best’ still leaves me alone.”

He opened his mouth, but you cut him off. “I’m not mad you’re not ready, San. I’m heartbroken that after all this time, you still can’t see a future where I’m your wife.” Your voice cracked at the end. He stepped closer, unsure if he should reach out again.

“I want that future with you,” he said softly. “I just… I’m scared.” You looked up at him, eyes full of the kind of pain that only love could cause. “So am I, San,” you said. “But I’m more scared of staying in a love that never moves forward.”

There was a long silence. The kind that made the air feel heavy. You stared down at the floor, blinking fast, trying to will the tears not to fall. Then, his arms wrapped around you—tentative at first, but then tighter. Like he needed to feel you there to believe you hadn’t already slipped away.

He pressed his forehead to your shoulder, voice cracking. “I don’t want to lose you.” Your eyes closed, a tear sliding down your cheek. “I just… I don’t know how to fix this if I’m the only one waiting,” you said quietly. He slowly turned you around to face him. His eyes were glossy, tired, and scared. But underneath that, there was sincerity. 

“I swear to you,” he whispered, “I will marry you, princess. Just… not yet. Not when I’m still figuring out how to be the man you deserve.” You wanted to believe him. God, you did believe him. That was the worst part. “You always say the right things,” you said, voice small. “But time keeps moving. And I don’t know if I can keep holding on to promises without a date.” San cupped your face, thumbs gently wiping away the tear that escaped.

“I know. You deserve more than words. You deserve certainty. But I need you to trust me a little longer. I’m not running away from you—I’m running toward something I can offer you fully. Without doubt. Without fear.” You didn’t respond immediately. But your body relaxed slightly in his hold, the storm inside you softening—just a bit.

He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re my princess,” he murmured. “Always have been. Always will be. I don’t want anyone else but you.” You closed your eyes, heart aching with how much you loved him—still.

Maybe the timing was off.

Maybe love wasn’t enough right now.

But maybe... just maybe, it was still worth holding on to a little longer.

It was supposed to be a simple date.

Just the two of you. No work. No calls. Just iced americanos in plastic cups, walking through boutiques you didn’t even plan to buy anything from. Something normal—something grounding.

But San’s phone kept buzzing.

You noticed it the first time when you were browsing scented candles. The second time, when you pointed at a keychain shaped like a strawberry, hoping he’d smile the way he usually did. He didn’t even look up.

By the fourth buzz, you’d had enough.

“San,” you said, trying to keep your voice calm. “Can you put your phone away for just five minutes?” He blinked, like he’d just been pulled out of a different world. “Huh? Sorry—my client just changed the entire concept for tomorrow’s shoot. I need to reply now or I’ll forget.”

You stared at him, jaw clenched. “We're on a date.”

“I know, babe,” he said, sighing. “I just need a second.”

“You always ‘just need a second’. And suddenly the whole day’s gone.” San finally looked up, frustrated now. “What do you want me to do? Ignore work and get scolded later? This is my job.” “And I’m your girlfriend,” you snapped. “But I guess I only get your attention when we’re in bed or when you’re drunk and scared I’ll leave.”

That hit too close.

His eyes darkened, lips parting like he might yell—but instead, he let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “You always twist things when you’re upset.”

“Because you never listen until I raise my voice.”

People were starting to stare. You didn’t care.

You stepped back a little, arms folded. “This was supposed to be our time. You promised you’d be present.” He put his phone in his pocket with a sharp movement. “Fine. I'm here. Happy?”

“No,” you replied coldly. “I’m tired.” He stared at you for a second too long, jaw tight. Then, he turned and walked away a few steps. Just far enough to let you feel abandoned. But not far enough to leave for real.

As always. You followed in silence, like you always did. Because no matter how many cracks formed, something in you still reached for him—even if your hands were bleeding. The subway ride home was quiet. No eye contact. No conversation.

You entered the apartment in the same silence, the door clicking shut like the period on a sentence neither of you wanted to finish. They didn’t talk much after the fight at the mall.

Just awkward silence on the subway ride home. A short, dry “I’ll shower first,” from him. And the sound of the water running, long enough to wash off whatever emotions he was trying to drown.

The apartment felt too small tonight.

You curled up on the edge of the bed, scrolling through your phone without reading anything. When San came out—shirtless, hair damp, towel slung low on his hips—he didn’t say a word. He just glanced at you, then turned off the main light, leaving only the dim glow from the bedside lamp.

You heard the sheets rustle as he lay down beside you. A full arm’s length away.

Silence.

Then, after a few minutes, his hand found your hip.

Slow. Hesitant.

You didn’t move away. He scooted closer, pressing his forehead to your back. “I’m sorry.” His voice was rough from exhaustion. And maybe guilt. “I hate fighting with you,” he whispered. You turned slightly, meeting his eyes in the dark. “Then stop giving me reasons to feel ignored.” His hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer. “I know I messed up.”

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t pull away either. He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss on your neck. Then another, lower. His breath was shaky, like he’d been holding it in all night. “Let me show you I’m still here,” he murmured against your skin.

Your body reacts before your mind does. You turned fully to face him, and your lips met in the middle—slow, hungry, desperate. The kind of kiss that begged for forgiveness and refused to ask for it at the same time. Clothes came off in silence, not out of passion, but out of aching need. To feel something real. To remember what it felt like when love was simple.

He touched you like you were glass—then like you were air and he couldn’t breathe without you. You held onto him like he was the only thing keeping you tethered.

It wasn’t wild. It wasn’t perfect. But it was familiar. And when it was over, you laid tangled in each other’s arms, his breath steadying against your collarbone.

“I still love you,” he whispered. “Even when I don’t know how to show it.”

You closed your eyes, lips barely moving.

“I know.”

San moved over you gently, letting his body pressed against yours, his lips never leaving your skin for too long. Every kiss, every touch, felt like an apology he didn’t know how to speak. Clothes slipped away with practiced ease—your shirt pulled over your head, his sweatpants pushed down. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real.

He looked at you for a long second before anything else—his fingers brushing over your cheek like he was memorizing you. “You’re the only one who makes me feel like home,” he murmured.

Then he entered you slowly, both of you letting out quiet breaths at the contact. You moved together in sync—lazy and heavy with emotion, not frenzy. His hand found yours above your head, fingers interlacing tightly like he needed to be anchored to you.

Your moans were soft, swallowed between kisses. His name slipped from your lips like a prayer.

“San...”

“I’m here,” he whispered against your throat. “I’m right here.”

It wasn’t wild or loud.

But it was everything.

And when it was over, you stayed like that—bodies tangled, hearts still heavy, but quiet. His thumb brushed lazy circles over your hip as he kissed your forehead.

“I’m scared to lose you,” he said, voice almost gone. You turned to face him, resting your head on his chest. “Then stop making me feel like I’m already gone.”

He looked at you for a long second before anything else—his fingers brushing over your cheek like he was memorizing you. “You’re the only one who makes me feel like home,” he murmured.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head slowly. San’s gaze dropped, not with hunger—but with reverence. Like he hadn’t seen you in years, though you’d slept beside him every night. His hands found your waist, thumbs brushing over your skin before he leaned in to kiss the spot beneath your collarbone.

Wordlessly, he shrugged off his own t-shirt, letting it drop to the floor.

You kissed again—messy, slow, wanting. His hands slid down your back, your hips, tugging at the waistband of your shorts as he pressed your body closer. Heat bloomed under your skin as you helped him strip off the rest of your clothes, and his.

Now both bare, you laid back against the sheets—your skin against his, the only thing between you was the heavy breath you shared.

He pulled the blanket over you both, half out of instinct, half out of intimacy. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the sheets and the stutter of breath as his body aligned with yours. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest as he entered you, slowly, letting the moment swallow you whole.

His thrusts were gentle at first—rhythmic, like waves. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your nails brushing the skin of his back. The way he looked at you in that moment—half broken, half in love—made you want to cry.

He whispered your name like it was sacred, his lips ghosting over your jaw, your ear, your mouth.

“Princess…”

You gasped softly, eyes fluttering shut as he moved deeper, slower. The kind of pace that said I love you, even when the words had stopped working. Your bodies moved together until you were both trembling, chasing that final exhale. When it came, it was quiet—just two people breaking apart and clinging tighter at the same time. Afterward, he held you close, skin still sticky with sweat, breaths uneven.

The blanket was barely covering either of you now. Just tangled limbs and quiet apologies wrapped in silk sheets. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your temple. “I never want to lose this.” And you whispered back, with a crack in your voice, “Then fight for it.”

Afterward, you stayed curled into him, your legs tangled beneath the blanket, your cheek resting on his chest. “I still love you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Even when I don’t know how to show it.”

You closed your eyes, holding him tighter.

“I know.”

And just like that, the cycle reset again.

It was Love Hangover.

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end of part 1, the last part will be uploaded soon <33 thank you for your time for reading this fic!

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