[240204] San IT's You

[240204] San — IT's You

“if we ever made a porn video, what do you think the title would be?” you asked your unsuspecting boyfriend, seonghwa, while you both laid in bed.

the dark haired man stopped scrolling on his phone to look directly at you. the look he gave you was nothing short of shock and utter confusion.

“what’s your issue?” he asked

“answer my question first,” you pouted at him.

“do you just say whatever comes into that pretty little head of yours?” seonghwa asked before reaching his hand over to softly massage your scalp. although he already knew the answer was yes.

you ignored him, “i think it would be something like…” you trailed as you pondered and then the epiphany came. “hot ebony gets railed by big dicked asian man.”

seonghwa’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment at your filthy words even though you were the only two people in your shared bedroom. he’d be lying if he said those same words didn’t have his dick hardening in his pants though.

“or maybe it would even say like, ‘black girl gets creampied by a fat dick’!”

all the blood that should’ve been pumping to his brain was going straight to his dick. he bit his lip as he imagined putting you on all fours and fucking his cum into your pussy until neither of you could take anymore. so he decided to play along and indulge in your nonsense, just this once.

“maybe it would say, ‘pretty slut gets her holes filled’. or maybe ‘pretty slut gets fucked dumb’.”

“i think i like yours better,” you said with a nod.

“good,” seonghwa began. he leaned up to kiss you before whispering, “now i’m gonna do everything we talked about, would you like that?”

You were half awake when you felt San crawl out of bed. He always tried to be careful to not wake you, but you woke up the moment he left the bed anyways. You quickly fall back asleep, knowing he’s only leaving for the gym.

You awaken again when you feel your side of the bed dip and smell his aftershave. Opening your eyes to see San a few inches away, you blink at him.

“Good morning, pretty,” San smiles, dimple appearing. You reach up to gently poke it.

“Hi.” Your voice is heavy with sleep. “Are you leaving now?”

“Mhmm.” He hums, leaning down to kiss you. His lips taste like his toothpaste; the minty scent mixed in with his aftershave was heavenly and you wished you could breathe it in forever. “I’ll be back after lunch.”

San leans away, but you grab his arms and pull him back down. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss the top of his hair, still damp from his shower. His strong arms squeeze your torso as he kisses you one last time.

“I gotta go, princess.” You can hear the pout in his voice as he pulls away. San lovingly pats your leg as you lift your arms out to stretch. “I’ll miss you every second.”

*laughs in STAY*

😭😭😭😭😭😭 ugly crying because I love this man so much —this was beautiful…

MEANT TO BE - Yoongi, wc: 660, trust me on this one.

“Maybe we’re not meant for each other. Maybe in another life, but not in this one.”

Your smile was forced, fake, accommodating all the tears that slowly trickled down your face. The anguish of your words was masked with a false certainty that came from within your mind, far from your heart.

You felt trapped, cornered, immobilized by your false belief that you weren’t worthy of happiness, that you weren’t worthy of being loved. A huge storm flooded your heart, consuming your emotions in a sea of despair and pain, the impulsiveness of your words shaking your soul.

Why did you say that?

Why did you let such vile words slip from your lips, thirsting for pain, yearning for the hurt you would cause him?

Why did you allow yourself this vulnerability?

“Why?”

Yoongi’s question tore your heart, breaking your soul with the tremors in the syllable of the question, the pain trapped in its pronunciation.

He was about to cry.

“Why do you think that?”

It was difficult to understand Yoongi, his words coming out low to contain his pain, his timbre sounding rough from the heat that had formed so quickly in his throat.

“Can’t you see that I belong to you?” he looked at you, red eyes holding back tears, the glow in them threatening to fade if you walked out of his love. “Can’t you see that everything I got, everything I am!, is because you’re by my side? Can’t you see that?”

You were listening to Yoongi - his words, although strong and aggressive, sounded calm and precise, charged with the love that came from his soul, driven by the need to have you by his side. Yoongi spoke clearly, angered by your words, hurt by your thoughts, but determined, completely determined, to show you the reality, all the facts of your history.

“I love you. Now and then. Today and tomorrow. It doesn’t matter when, or where. I love you. Purely and simply. I don’t care about fates or gods. I don’t care if our history is written somewhere or if we’ve lived it in other lifetimes. What matters to me now is the present. And in the present I love you and I want to be with you. Don’t you understand that?”

A pause to take a deep breath, carefully, quickly. Yoongi tripped over his words to hold back his tears a little longer as he watched you break down a bit more in front of him - his statements sounded blunt when delivered in his typical calm, logical tone.

“How can you say we’re not meant to be together when I need you? How can you say such a thing when I know I could have it all, I could be anything, but I’d be nothing if I didn’t have you? Can’t you see? That we were meant to be together?”

But he couldn’t take it.

Yoongi approached you calmly, afraid to see you refuse his embrace, not knowing what reaction you would have. Yoongi held your hand gently, nervous about the outcome of this argument, unsure of what you were going to do next. Yoongi spoke softly again, confident in his feelings, secure in your actions.

“Our souls may not be made of the same dust. Our conscience may have been corrupted in other lives. But I’m sure, I know, that we were made for each other.”

Yoongi brought his forehead to yours, the first tears finally falling, easing some of the anguish that screamed inside him. His eyes closed, silence settling between you for the briefest of moments.

A moment of peace.

A moment of clarity.

Yoongi gently brushed his nose against yours with each murmured word of his, his soft lips passing gracefully over yours, like a ghost greeting you, as if wanting to remove all the malice spoken by you moments before, as if wanting to exchange it for the hope now given by him.

“I love you. For me, that’s enough. And for you?”

How on Earth I forgot I wrote this 🥴🥴🥴

I never recovered from Felix hard thoughts.

Oooh you need more hard thoughts on Felix??? Was that the message? Don’t worry. I got you, hun.

Wanna call me cute again? | Lee Felix | +18 ~ MDNI

a/n: I see Felix wanting to be seen as hot and sexy rather than just cute… thoughts have been thought— also… this is pure ✨fiction✨ enjoy! ;)

“You wanna call me cute again?” his low-pitched voice acting like an aphrodisiac itself as he is buried so deep in you there is no way to think in anything other than him.

Felix’s hand reaches your cheek to lightly tap it. Your eyes finally open to look into his.

His blonde hair sticks to his forehead as he mercilessly pounds into you.

“Mmm— f-f-uck… Felix,” you mutter under your breath as your tits bounce, him fucking you so good you feel you are going to break.

Tears already threatening to roll down your cheeks while his cock drills into you like his life depends on it. He needs you to know how fucked up he is for you. Pleasure coursing through your entire body, his thick length bringing you to the peak of your sexual rapture.

“Wanna call me cute, baby?” his thumb presses on your clit now, fast circles making your heart pound so fast you scream his name again and again.

“Felix… you— youu— so good, so hot, so fucking hot!”

He adoringly smiles at your fucked out state. Yes, he is hot and fucking sexy just for you. All that flirting with the other is to get your attention. Flashing his abs? He just wants you to lick him up and down like a lollipop. Felix could catch on fire, fuelled in desire for you.

“I— cuming…fuck!” your body trembles under him. Legs shaking as he continues fucking you, triggering his own orgasm which hits him like a truck. Eyes rolled back and a high pitched cry.

“Where did my cute Lixxie go?” you ask breathlessly.

Felix pulls you into a kiss.

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