Waking Up From A Nightmare And Yunho Fucks The Pain Away!!!

waking up from a nightmare and yunho fucks the pain away!!! 🥺

warnings: nsfw under the cut, soft dom yunho, slight dumbification, fingering, clit play, spit play, use of pet names (yuyu, baby, princess, pretty, tiny), mention of bulge, yunho big cock supremacy, slight dacryphilia, yunho puts you to sleep... literally, slight mention of cockwarming, unprotected sex (boo!! tomato tomato!!), slight hurt 2 comfort, multiple orgasms, 2.7k wrds author's notes: wrote this, finished it, forgot to save the draft, cried, rewrote it. anyway anon you ate, yunho speaking in 3rd person does something 2 me. masterlist

"baby?"

yunho's voice, soft and tender, drifts from his position behind you in the bed. stirred by your restless movements, he awakens. as he embraces you, his body curving around yours, he remains unaware of the anguish etched upon your face. in this intimate moment, all he sees are the vibrant crimson digits of your alarm clock, casting a glow at the unearthly hour of 3 am.

startled by your involuntary flinch and the gentle whimper that escapes your lips in your slumber, yunho instinctively responds by tightening his grip around your waist. shifting his position, he carefully withdraws his arm from under your head, propping himself up to catch a glimpse of your face. his brow furrows in confusion as he struggles to comprehend the circumstances, his mind muddled by the remnants of sleep.

as yunho's gaze settles upon your visage, his comprehension dawns instantaneously. despite your closed eyes, the furrowed brows etched upon your forehead convey a profound distress. driven by an instinctual desire to alleviate your unease, he delicately places a finger between your eyebrows, applying a gentle, upward motion that serves to soothe you, even in your unconscious state.

the fleeting respite is shattered by another anguished hiss that escapes your lips, leaving yunho no choice but to rouse you from your slumber, despite the impending early schedule the following day. the sight of you in such a vulnerable state, consumed by fear, becomes unbearable for him, compelling him to intervene and provide solace.

gently, yunho shakes your body, his touch tender and affectionate. he peppers your face with soft kisses, whispering sweet pet names near your ear in an attempt to coax you out of your slumber. startled, you wake up with a jolt, swiftly turning around to seek the comfort of yunho's embrace. to your delight, he is already there, arms open and ready to hold you, as if anticipating your awakening.

seeking solace, you nuzzle your face against yunho's bare chest, finding comfort in the warmth radiating from his body. overwhelmed by emotions, small, quiet sobs escape from within you. yunho responds with tenderness, shushing you gently while his hand moves in a soothing rhythm, patting your head. the deep, rumbling timbre of his voice serves as a calming balm, helping to alleviate the remnants of your small panic attack.

"'m right there tiny, you don't have to be scared of anything," yunho's sleep-laden voice, deep and resonant, envelops your senses like a comforting blanket as he reassures you. his words penetrate your mind, offering solace and dispelling any fears that may haunt you, "yuyu's right there next to you, nobody can hurt you when i'm here princess."

the weight of his words fills the room, prompting you to blink away the tears that gather in your eyes, all the while yearning for the comforting warmth radiating from yunho's body. determined to be even closer to him, you adjust your position in the bed, pushing yourself higher and tangling your arms around his head, pulling him towards your neck, craving the physical closeness that offers solace in moments of vulnerability. as his soft cheek nestles in the crook of your neck, yunho's heart aches in response to the rapid rhythm of your own heartbeat, the forceful thumps reverberating against his cheek, serving as a poignant reminder of the intensity of your fears.

"'s okay princess," yunho's deep groan escapes into the crook of your neck as he inhales the gentle scent that is uniquely you—a blend of face creams and the lingering traces of sweat. softly, he seeks to coax an answer from you, his voice laced with concern and care. "wanna tell me what happened in your nightmare? mmh?" he gently prompts, hoping to offer reassurance and comfort once he knows the depths of your distress.

"y-you left me, said you didn't wanna be with me anymore," your words falter, choked by the weight of the memories, and tears threaten to well up in your eyes once again as the reminder of the nightmare lingers. seeking solace, you tug at yunho's black curls, yearning for every inch of your bodies to be intertwined, as if physical connection alone can alleviate the lingering distress within your heart.

"pretty i would never, you know that right tiny? it's just a dumb nightmare," yunho's comforting words flow from his lips like a lullaby, aimed at soothing your troubled heart. he reassures you with a gentle coo, however, when he doesn't receive a response to his question, a hint of concern flickers across his features. he pulls back, locking his gaze with yours, his expression transitioning to a more serious tone. with earnest eyes, he acknowledges the weight of your thoughts behind your glossy gaze. "princess, i'm yours and you're mine, and that's gonna be forever, whether you like it or not."

"i like it," immediately, in response to his heartfelt declaration, you whisper your agreement softly. yunho's lips curl into a gentle smile, finding your sincere response cute. even in moments when you are the one seeking reassurance, you never hesitate to offer support to him.

"should i show you how much i love you mmh baby?" yunho's soft smile gradually transforms into a mischievous smirk, doing nothing to hide his real intentions, "would my princess like that, i bet she would," as his lips continue to shower open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his fingers delicately trace heart shapes on your tummy. the implication of his actions becomes clear. sensing the need for consent, he pauses, waiting for your affirmation.

upon hearing your gentle "yes please" his fingertips plunge beneath the delicate fabric of his shirt to settle over your undergarments, their dance upon the material a tantalizing caress. with his middle finger, he traces the contours of your slit, pressing the fabric against the slickness that awaits. he withdraws, savoring the way the fabric absorbs your essence.

a soft moan escapes your lips as his finger glides teasingly over your sensitive clit, eliciting a rush of pleasure. simultaneously, his kisses upon your neck grow more intense, creating a stark contrast to the gentle caress bestowed upon your lower body. you can sense the smirk that graces his lips, pressed against the tender skin he has marked as his own. the sounds that escape your mouth serve as both fuel and reward for his skilled ministrations, prompting him to apply added pressure. despite the deliberate slowness of his movements, each stroke upon your clit draws lazy patterns, prolonging the delicious sensation.

"just spelled my name on your pussy, do you know what that means princess?" he breathes, his voice laced with possessiveness. you shake your head in a subtle denial, emitting a soft whine that mingles with the tousled strands of his hair. in response, he playfully nips at your neck, his teeth leaving their mark. "that means that cunt's mine, forever, i own this pretty pussy," he declares, his words dripping with dominance.

as the possessive tone weaves its spell on you, your moans crescendo in volume, harmonizing with the mounting intensity of his movements. your orgasm approaches rapidly, and with one final cry of pleasure, you surrender to the overwhelming release. his skilled fingers, having worked their magic over the damp fabric of your underwear, bring you to climax without ever directly touching your sensitive flesh.

"look at you pretty baby, already came so fast, who else could make you cum like that except for me," a soft chuckle escapes his lips, resonating with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. with deliberate intent, his long fingers glide down, removing your panties, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. as he traces his hand back up your trembling thighs, his touch evokes a cascade of shivers coursing through your body.

"you, only you yuyu," you let out a sob when two of his fingers sink into your core, deep and long, immediately hitting your g-spot. his motions are swift, his fingers deftly curling, eliciting a symphony of high-pitched, fragmented moans from your lips. he licks away the escaped drool from your mouth, tracing a path from your chin to your lips. as your tongue ventures into his mouth, he sucks on it with an intensity.

"nobody can fuck you like i do, i only need my fingers to make my princess go dumb, mmhm so pretty when you cry for me," he mumbles against your parted lips, his fingers maintaining their relentless pace within you. simultaneously, he applies pressure to your sensitive clit with his palm. a soft chuckle escapes him when you bite down on his lower lip, shocked at the sudden stimulation. in a hushed voice, you utter unintelligible babblings under him. "you think i'd let anyone else see you like that, my baby's so pretty but so dumb, 's okay though, yuyu'll do the thinking for you."

when he feels your core tighten against his fingers, a sly smirk tugs at his lips as he brings his other hand, previously entangled in your hair, to firmly grasp your chin. with a deft movement, he parts your lips using his fingers, and gently leans down as his index and thumb take hold of your tongue, pulling it out into the open air. lost in the haze of your overwhelming sensations and intoxicating fuzziness, you remain oblivious to his actions. before proceeding, he places a tender kiss upon your forehead, his satisfaction evident. then, he releases a small amount of saliva onto your waiting tongue, allowing his thumb to messily rub the liquid across the surface.

"look at you baby, so fucked out for me you'd let me do anything to you right?" he lets out a laugh when he sees your frantic nod, and he's pretty sure you don't even understand the words that come out of his mouth, only agreeing for the sake of agreeing, for the sake of being good to him, "such an smart girl, i wouldn't trade you for anything in the world, now swallow princess, show me how good you are."

he releases his hold on your tongue, his gaze transfixed upon the mesmerizing motion of your throat as you obediently swallow his saliva. need surges through his body, causing his sweatpants to cling to the tip of his erect member, which eagerly leaks precum. overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, a deep groan escapes him as he catches your gaze, your hooded eyes filled with longing for his approval. in a state of disbelief, he gently lowers his head onto your breasts, unable to contain his astonishment.

"got so lucky with you baby, you're so pretty you'll make me cum in my pants," overwhelmed by his appreciation, you whimper in response to his compliment, your trembling fingers reaching out to pull him closer. with an urgency born of desire, you engage in a passionate, messy kiss, your tongues playfully intertwining and leaving trails of saliva on your chin and cheeks, "can my princess cum for me? need you to cream on my fingers , please tiny? it'll make yuyu so happy."

with an increased pace, yunho senses your grip tightening on his strong back, clawing at the flesh. he envisions the vivid image that awaits— you photographing the delicate pink marks etched upon the canvas of his pale muscles. he takes great pride in the hidden folder you keep, meticulously documenting the marks you lovingly leave upon his body. lost in the memory of your shared laughter, his thoughts are abruptly interrupted by a high-pitched whine that resonates in his ear, where you had buried your face in his neck. it is in that very moment that you reach your second orgasm of the night, your release coating his fingers. the tightness of your grip poses a delightful challenge for him to maintain his gentle movements, striving to prolong the ecstasy of your climax for as long as possible.

the orgasm crashes over you with an intensity that leaves you breathless, and in that moment, it seems as though yunho himself radiates with an ethereal glow. waves of pleasure ripple through your body, causing you to tremble uncontrollably beneath him. sensing your heightened sensitivity, he tenderly glides his palm up and down your form, offering a soothing touch to ease your post-orgasmic bliss. as you gradually regain composure, your breathing heavy and exhaustion setting in, he withdraws his fingers from within you, leaving you with a sense of emptiness.

"open," he commands, and without hesitation, you obediently part your plush lips, allowing him to insert his moistened digits into your mouth. as instructed, you begin to suck on them, eliciting a gratified groan from him. he delves deeper, his fingers grazing your uvula before he withdraws. his gaze lingers on the thick and white strands of saliva connecting your tongue to his fingers, and with his own tongue, he skillfully breaks them apart, popping his fingers in his own mouth, relishing the taste. you whimper at the sight and he softly takes them out, sucking along the length. he smiles brightly down at you as he gently brushes aside the strands of sweaty hair that cling to your face.

"'m yours princess and you're mine," he declares with a pinch to your cheek, his touch filled with affection. in response, you release a satisfied sigh, silently affirming the unspoken agreement, "nobody can make me feel as good as you, get that in your pretty head," he emphasizes his statement as he grinds against you, the weight and warmth of his long shaft pressing intimately against your bare thigh.

"wanna feel you inside," you confess meekly, voice carrying the remnants of fatigue from the previous climax, yet your longing for him remains unabated. his eyes become captivated by the sight of your palm pressed against the supple skin of your tummy, precisely where the tip of his impressive length would emerge, stretching you to your limits, so substantial in size that he consistently fills you to the very brim.

"whatever my princess wants, she gets, mmh? i spoil you so much but you deserve it, don't you," with a gentle nod, you express your agreement, fully aware of how he consistently meets your every want and need, "you always ask so nicely, how could i say no to such a pretty face," he remarks softly

he lightly slaps your face with his large hand, delivering two gentle taps to rouse you from your daze, intending to bring you back to the present moment. he guides his hand downward, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, liberating his impressive member, allowing it to spring free, hitting at this firm stomach. grasping firmly at the base of his throbbing member, he unleashes a long, resonant groan, indulging in the exquisite sensations that surge through his body. with deliberate strokes, he skillfully caresses your delicate bundle of nerves, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through you, intensifying your pleasure with each deliberate touch. the mingling of your cum and his precum elicits a sharp cry of pleasure from your lips. he slowly enters you, gradually inch by inch, and you let out sobs of pleasure as you feel the pronounced veins of his shaft encasing your inner walls.

once he is fully nestled within you, yunho initiates a gentle back-and-forth motion, sliding in and out of your depths, his thrusts causing his pelvic area to press against the noticeable bulge in your stomach. his face buried in the pillow beside yours, he releases a deep moan of pleasure. he maintains this rhythmic movements for a few blissful minutes until his keen awareness detects a subtle change, prompting him to gradually decrease the speed of his movements.

the room falls into a profound silence, devoid of any vocal expressions. no whimpers escape your lips, no desperate pleas or moans fill the air. nothing.

yunho leans against his arm, gently angling himself to catch a glimpse of your face. as he gazes upon your peaceful countenance, so pure and innocent in slumber, he finds himself captivated by the sight. the corners of his eyes widen with delight, and a soft laugh escapes him, filled with a mix of adoration and amusement. unable to resist the overwhelming affection he feels, he leans in to plant a tender kiss upon your lips.

yunho collapses back onto your body, still deeply connected as he remains inside you. with a gentle maneuver, he shifts the two of you onto your sides, creating a comfortable position. as you lie there, he gazes at you, captivated by the sight of your slumbering form, his eyes fixed upon your serene face.

"guess i'll settle for cockwarming tonight."

warning: light angst, hurt 2 comfort

“oh. oh no baby— don’t cry, please.”

you push hongjoong away as he gets closer to you. it hurt. the words that just stumbled out of his mouth, an allusion to how clingy you are apparently and how suffocating he feels around you slicing through you like knife on soft butter.

you had been fighting for the smallest thing for some days straight, the slightest actions setting both of you off, throwing icy comments at the other. but this time hongjoong pushed it too far, you had only asked him where he came from after he entered your house at 1am. was he at the studio? it wasn't the first time he arrived this late to your shared apartment but he always texted you about his whereabouts and cute messages, but this time nothing. you had been worrying yourself sick.

so when he snaps at you, the worry and tiredness tugging at your body, making it feel heavy only help the tears come out. you sniffle, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles as he comes closer. you take a step backwards and you miss the horrified hurt that flashes through his eyes.

"baby, please look at me, let me touch you," his voice cracks as you fail to meet his eyes, settling to look at the soft rug seonghwa had bought you when you and hongjoong both moved in together. he takes another step towards but your hug yourself.

"it's okay, i get it, you need your space, i'll let you breathe," you say to him, turning to walk up the stairs but he grabs your wrist and you don't even push him away when he tugs at you, making you fall directly into his arm as he hugs your head, hiding it deeper in the material of his shirt.

"no baby, i didn't mean it, you know how i get when i'm tired, baby please," he mumbles against your hair and your sobs grow in volume. he can feel your fists tighten against the material and he knows it's been so long since he held you like this. guilt hits him as he notices your broken form, small hiccups in between cries and he's not sure you can even hear him. he tightens his hold, both of you now on the floor, you in between his thighs as he rocks you back and forth.

you both stay in this position for minutes, his back against the couch as he rubs circles on your back, your head muffled in his neck, which is wet from the tears that just evacuated your body. when he feels that your body had calmed down, not shaking from the tears he forced out of you he pulls you back softly.

he grabs your face in the warm palm of his hands, looking at the aftermath, the bloodshot red eyes that peek behind puffy eyelids. the sticky eyelashes that form wet spikes. the streaks of water on your cheeks, like beautifully carved rivers from erosion. the puffiness of your lips, always so big after you cry. his own eyes reflect the hurt he had caused you. so unbelievable that you stand there in front of him on your knees looking so frail and so tired. he passes a shaky finger on one of your prominant eyebag. he knows he's been the cause of the aggravated darkness under your eyes, knowing fully that you have trouble sleeping without him. his heart tugs at him once again, guilt making hard for him to find the right words.

"i," he starts, clearing his throat when you look at him with tired eyes, not knowing what to expect coming from him after days of bickering, "i need you to understand that what i said just now," he grabs at your cheeks with one hand when you unvonluntary turn away, not wanting to meet his eyes as you reminince the comments, "i did not mean one word, not one, baby i need you to believe me, you know how i get when i'm stressed, and i'm not making excuses, i shouldn't act like that, i know it. i never want to hurt you baby, you're so important to me—"

he's cut off when you bring him closer to you, your lips meeting his in a heartwrenching kiss. you kiss him like your life depends on it, like he's your lifeline. and hongjoong feels every tiny bit of emotion you try to convey through the kiss as he tastes the saltiness of your tears. or his he doesn't know, all he knows is that your lips are on his and he's the happiest man alive, so relieved.

he picks you up, walking up the stairs, and you don't even notice he's brought you in your bedroom until he softly puts you down on your mattress, still not separating yourself from his lips. you continue kissing, finally feeling whole after this tiring week.

he pulls pack and he takes another moment to stare at you. holding himself on his right forearm next to your head, his uses his left hand to brush the hair away from your face. the light is low in you room, only coming from the full moon outside of your window, but he swears you've never been this beautiful, eyes shining.

"you're so pretty when you cry."

you both let out small laughs at the absurdity of the comment he just out, breaking the soft atmosphere and he bends to peck you, kissing your front teeth instead.

"no but seriously," he passes a thumb over your eyebrow, "i'm sorry baby, are you still mad at me," when you shake your head sideways he lets out a soft sigh.

"lemme hear your voice pretty, missed it so much," he groans as he drops his head on your neck. instead of crying in the soothing spot he drops small pecks. you clear your throat, dry and tight from all the crying as you try to croak out an answer.

"i love you," you simply whisper, wincing when you hear how gruff you sound and he stills on top of you. he stops his pecks to open his mouth, taking a small part of the skin in his mouth, sucking slightly. he nibbles on red skin, perfect teeth rolling the flesh between them and he finally lets go, dropping one last chaste skin on the skin.

"i love you too. so much."

masterlist

mingi is a pillow princess, that's it, that's the post

soybean stew

navi

pairing: choi san x afab!reader

w.c.: 5.5k

tags: smut, fluff, so much fluff, and even more fluff, established relationship, reader is not gendered (afab), san is so in love, he's so in love!!!! and it's so fluffy!!! and he can cook, but he's a little clumsy, did I mention the fluff?

trudging back home after your final exam, wanting nothing but to sink into bed and sleep through the next three years, san welcomed you with a warm bath and a home-cooked meal. and even as the moon fell to make way for the morning rays, he continued to shower you with his never-ending love.

A/N: this has been a wip since april and I kinda abandoned it because uni was beating my ass,, buuut I figured it would be a great (belated) birthday fic for san!! (´ ε ` )♡ and happy birthday to my favourite himbo ^^ happy reading! please consider reblogging/leaving feedback if you enjoy my work~ ><

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

warnings: beware!!! the fluff may be deadly, reader is not gendered (afab), morning sex, lovemaking, oral sex (f), fingering (f), unprotected sex (👎🏼), multiple orgasms (m), multiple creampies, overstimulation, praise, edging, orgasm denial (only for a bit), nicknames (sannie; love, darling, sweetheart, baby), very sappy, so many kisses, like.... a lot, san gets so desperate at one point... oh lord, so whiny too, and so in love :(

Your soaked sneakers slammed over the pavement, splashing into the puddles of rainwater showering the Earth. The umbrella you held onto for dear life did nothing to protect you from the downpour, your lower half left helpless to the droplets the wind pushed at it, darkening your jeans to match the overcast sky under which you were walking. The revision notes felt heavy in the bag slung over your shoulder, and you wanted nothing but to burn them and have a barbeque over the flame to celebrate the end of your semester.

Dragging your sore body through the streets and into the shelter of your apartment building, you found yourself out of breath by the time you arrived at your front door. Your arm felt like deadweight as you raised it to unlock your door with languid movements. You lugged your body through the entrance and into the joint living area and kitchen, eyes falling on the tall figure of Choi San, all broad shoulders and glowing skin, swaying his hips to the music playing from his phone, masking the jingle of your keys. A sudden rush of energy – though miniscule – pushed you towards the man, your arms snaking around his waist, his body jolting in your hold and the ladle in his hand rising in defense with a throaty scream.

“Ah! (Y/n)- Fuck-” He slumped over the stove, the steam from the bubbling pot brushing over the smooth skin of his face. “You scared me, sweetheart,” he laughed breathlessly.

You managed a half-hearted apology and a giggle as you pressed your head to his bicep to watch as tofu and an array of vegetables danced in the brownish broth, the pleasant aroma making your stomach rumble against San’s back. He laughed to himself, dropping the ladle into the pot and twisting his body to face you, his arms encircling your shoulders and bringing you closer to his body.

“The jjigae needs a while longer to be ready,” he brushed his hand over the back of your head. “I should’ve started cooking earlier, sorry.”

You leaned in to press a kiss to his pouty lips and shook your head, an easy smile stretching your mouth. It baffled you how you were barely conscious a few minutes ago, but upon laying your eyes on San, wrapping yourself up in his arms, inhaling the uniqueness of his scent – a blend of bergamot and sage, with a hint of baby powder – you felt revived, ready to conquer the world (even though a certain man with broad shoulders and a pretty smile would fight every entity that opposed you before you had the chance to lift a finger).

“I don’t mind waiting,” you pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth before leaning away to admire the stupid smile on his face, his eyes glowing with unrivaled adoration.

“How about I run you a bath, hm? Dinner should be done by the time you finish.” His fingers rubbed small, warming circles over the damp material of the coat you didn’t bother shrug off upon entry, too engrossed in greeting your boyfriend.

You nodded, an easy smile twisting the corners of your lips as you swayed gently in San’s arms. He took you in, from the way the wind had left your locks dishevelled to the dark circles under your weary eyes. San could see your mismatched socks through the slight gap separating your bodies. They weren’t even similar colours—proof of how exhausted you actually were. He cupped your jaw, and you felt the drag of the bandages wrapped around two of his fingers across your cheek. You grabbed his hand and held it in front of you, shooting a glare at him while he sheepishly looked to the side. Injuries were inevitable when you leave a man who can’t even walk straight alone with a sharp knife. Though, scolding San for hurting himself while doing something so thoughtful was not within your capabilities. The guilt would eat at your insides for weeks until it left a hollow cavity brimming with rue and self-condemnation.

You brought the bandaged fingers to your lips, pressing tender kisses to the wounded skin. “Thank you, Sannie,” you gently spoke. For everything you do for me, you silently added. And the smile on San’s face told you he understood.

He had every little detail about you engraved into his mind, from the blemishes decorating your skin to the way your eyes spoke to him when putting your thoughts into words proved to be a task too difficult. You sometimes felt like San knew you better than you did yourself, recognizing exactly what you need before you even had the chance to think about it.  And whenever you felt self-conscious about not being as perceptive, San was quick to assure you that you did more than enough for him, that your smile alone could solve all his predicaments.

San led you to the bathroom, turning away from you as you began to strip. He sat at the edge of the bathtub, switching on the water and holding his hand under the tap until he deemed it warm enough, plugging the drain and getting up. Turning back around, San’s eyes fixed on your exposed skin while he blindly reached for the cabinet, tracing the swell of your breasts and the curvature of your waist, blinking slowly as he felt saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of you before him.

And then he met your eyes, freezing in place when you raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat – a little louder than he’d intended – and hoped you wouldn’t notice the bright red tinting his cheeks as he desperately scrambled to grab onto the handle, flinging the cabinet door open and effectively hiding his face behind the wood. You stifled a laugh, shoving your clothes into the laundry basket while San rummaged through the items stored underneath the sink, pulling out a rose-shaped bath bomb. He stood back up, smiling like an idiot when he turned to face you again, the previous timidity nowhere to be seen as he ogled your bare body with newfound confidence.

“You’re insufferable,” you grimaced, shying away from his gaze.

He breathed out a laugh, the fondness glimmering in his eyes sending a wave of warmth through your body and straight to your heart, sensing as it swelled with adoration. You wondered what you might have done in a previous life that deemed you deserving of Choi San—a man who never failed to make you feel loved, cherished, wanted.

“Stop it,” you whined when San’s eyes remained on you, though not moving off your face.

“It’s hard to look away from you, darling,” he swooned, putting his arms up to protect himself from the towel you threw his way, a soft chuckle echoing in the bathroom.

You waited for him to turn his back to you before allowing the smile you’d been holding back to sneak onto your face, tilting your head down to shield it from view. San didn’t bother hiding his own, dimples sinking into his cheeks as he dropped the bath bomb into the tub, watching it fizz and leak a soft shade of pink into the water.

“Let me know if the water’s too hot,” San spoke, making his way back to you.

He held your face in his hands, pressing his lips to your forehead before pulling away with an easy smile wrinkling the corners of his eyes. You hummed a ‘thank you,’ passing San to step into the water, jolting when a warm palm landed on your ass, the sound reverberating between the walls.

“Yah!” You yelled and watched as the culprit escaped, leaving behind a trail of high-pitched giggles to keep you company.

You shook your head, a smile on your lips, and continued your descent into the warm bath. You relaxed your body, sighing contently when the water brushed the tip of your nose, feeling the weariness of this past month melt away into nothing.

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San placed two bowls of rice down on the dining table beside a pair of empty ones, walking back to the stove to grab the bubbling pot of stew. The distant roar of the hairdryer stopped, and the bathroom door swung open down the hall. You walked out, a trail of steam following you as you made your way to the kitchen to watch San place the pot down on the wooden table. He straightened up and an easy smile took over his lips when his eyes landed on you—dressed in one of his hoodies, your cheeks flushed from the warm bath. You found yourself rushing into his open arms, burying your face into San’s chest and making a home in his cordial embrace. He nuzzled his cheek against the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and pressing a kiss to your hair.

San placed another peck to your temple before pulling away and leading you to a chair, pulling it out, and waiting for you to sit down before pushing it back in. You shook your head and huffed out a laugh at the simple, yet endearing gestures engraved so deeply into San’s mannerisms. You’d thought they would’ve stopped after a couple months of dating, but here you were, quite a few years in and he remained the gentleman you had fallen in love with on a windy autumn afternoon.

San walked around the table and took the seat across from you, reaching for the ladle and pouring stew into one of the empty bowls, handing it to you before filling up his own. You smiled, inhaling the steam dancing above your bowl, exhaling with a deep, happy hum. You picked up your spoon, scooping up some of the rice and dipping it into the stew before bringing it to your mouth. You blew on it, aware of San’s eyes on you, gauging your reaction as you chewed on the food.

“Be honest,” he spoke, the smile on his lips carrying a hint of tension and anxiety.

You knew he cared the most about your opinion, and wanting nothing but to see the dimples sinking into his cheeks, you fluttered your eyes shut and swayed your body from side to side while humming exaggeratedly. “Mmm! Sannie, this is the best meal I’ve ever had!”

You reached across the table to cover his hand with your palm, and he didn’t waste time flipping it over and giving yours a squeeze. The smile stretching his lips nearly split his face open, a bright red colouring his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “It’s my mum’s recipe,” he scratched at his nape with his free hand.

You felt your chest well up with infatuation, fondness, love. Choi San occupied every inch of your being, and he was wholly unaware of it all—the effect he had on you, how you melted into putty in hands whenever he smiled your way. The gentle touches, the sappy flirting. He drove you crazy at times, and you wondered when you became greedy, wanting to rob the dimpled man of every last drop of his love.

“Well, you did it justice. It’s delicious,” you mirrored the smile he was giving you.

Your fingers remained entwined throughout dinner, even when San directed his spoon towards you, shoveling half of his own portion into your mouth despite your complaints. You tried doing the same, but for every spoon you pushed past his lips, he fed you two back until you were on the verge of exploding, swearing on every living family member you had that another bite would make your heart stop. San only laughed, extending his free arm to brush away the grain of rice stuck to the corner of your mouth, leaning back and sucking the food off his thumb with a coy smile.

You cleared your throat, ignoring the flash of warmth coursing through your body at the action. You were so adorable, San thought, getting up when you did, plastering himself to your back and waddling with you to the living room. You held onto his arms where they were crossed around your chest, stopping by the couch before unwinding your limbs and twisting around to face him. With his hands on your waist, San urged you closer until your arms wrapped around his neck, leaning down to press his mouth to yours.

The kiss was soft, your lips slotting perfectly over each other while you shared your body heat, your fingers tangling in the hair at San’s nape and lightly scratching at the skin. San parted from you only to place tender pecks over your pouted lips, trailing his own over the plushness and to your cheeks, nuzzling his nose against them before pulling away. He walked you backwards until the backs of your knees met the couch, dropping you gently onto the cushion. You found yourself wrapped in your favourite blanket before you could complain about San's hands not being on you, tucked into the corner of the couch with a movie playing on the TV. With a kiss to your forehead and a whispered “I’ll be right back,” San walked back to the kitchen, giggling menacingly at your displeased grumbling.

San’s hips swayed while he loaded the dishwasher, his thoughts revolving around a certain individual impatiently waiting for him on the couch. An individual he was helplessly infatuated with, having built his future in his mind around them—around their interests, their occupation, their preferred paint colour, their desired pet, whether he’d have to build a cot at some point in his life. He rinsed down the spoons while thinking back to the first time he saw you—sat on a bench under the yellowing tree, bright red and orange colouring the dying leaves. How lucky he was, San thought, to still be looked at the same way by the person he was in love with. All starry eyes and warm smiles, as though he’d built you a kingdom with nothing but his calloused hands.

Slipping off his bright pink rubber gloves, he made his way past the dining table and into the living area, his bare feet padding across the carpeted floor and stopping right in front of your sleeping figure. He mooned over your resting face for a few moments, the TV playing idly in the background as he studied the soft furrow of your eyebrows, the gentle grip you had on the corner of the blanket in which you were wrapped up in, the thin line of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth and onto the cushion under your head. San's fist tightened in resistance, the squeal tickling the base of his throat fighting to be let out as he barely held back the aggressive stomps. Everything about you drove him insane, even when you were doing something as simple as fulfilling a basic human need. He took you in for longer than he’d wish to confess, trailing his eyes over every inch of your face before snapping out of the trance he’d found himself in, a dribble of saliva leaving his own mouth while fondness brimmed in his chest.

He scooped you up in his arms, careful not to awaken you, small, light steps carrying him to your shared bedroom. Abruptly stopping in the middle of the hallway, San bit down on his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut when you nuzzled your face into his chest, resisting the urge to cover your face in kisses. His grip on you tightened and he willed his legs to move, taking a few – slightly hurried – strides through the hallway and into your room.

Delicately placing you under the covers, San untangled you from the fluffy blanket and threw it over the duvet—the night grew cold now that winter was inching closer.  He made a quick work of his clothes, throwing on a hoodie not strained with splotches of soybean paste before slipping into bed. His arm naturally slid under your head, his other arm snaking around your waist and tucking you into his chest, a satisfied exhale blowing out of your nose. Sleep found him fleetly, hints of rose mixing with your natural scent to surround him with familiar amenity, your body soft and pliant against his. Pressing his lips to your forehead, San wrapped himself around you and allowed the gentle tugs of slumber to shut his eyes, his last thoughts circling around the person in his arms, hoping the next day would come quickly, wanting nothing more but to drown them in his affection.  

Streaks of gold filtered through the chiffon curtains, the sheer material futile against the aurous beams of light revering the start of the new day. Peeking your eyes open, you blinked away the contrasting brightness of your room, shadows splayed over the disordered sheets and a warm body plastered to your side. San’s head lay lower on the pillow, his exhales blowing over your neck, features softened in tranquility while his chest rose and fell with each breath. You wondered if he was dreaming of you.

Your shoulders felt light, your breathing easy, and the stress of assignments and exams gone with the moonless night, the new sun casting shadows over the face tucked into your neck. San had been so patient with you, planning dates around your busy schedule and racking up the phone bill as he pulled recipe after recipe from his mother every evening. While you were too immersed in reading articles, San made sure you didn’t skip meals, that your water bottle was always full and sitting on the right side of your desk, that your shared home remained clean, that the knots in your shoulders never wound too tight, his delicate fingers working over your muscles as you clung to his torso at night. And though he never deprived you of his affection, you felt an untamable need for him, a wildfire burning in your gut as you took in his resting features.

You started off gentle, your lips feathering over San’s temple and down to his cheekbone, quickly growing frustrated at the continued evenness of his breath. So the needy, openmouthed kisses began, leaving a thin sheen of saliva in the shape of your lips reflecting the morning rays, your fingers brushing dark strands off his forehead to plant kisses there as well. You felt his nose twitch as you pecked down the bridge, the subtle pouting of his lips curling the corners of yours.

Your hands made their way under San’s sleep shirt, your nails dragging over his spine before splaying your palms out to feel the warmth of his skin. You threw your leg over his hip, shuffling closer to his body and trailing your lips down to his cupid’s bow. “Sannie,” kiss, “wake up,” kiss.

He peeked an eye open to look at you, quickly shutting it as he stretched out his limbs, a deep groan echoing in his chest. He relaxed back in your arms, blinking his eyes in quick succession to peer at you with hints of his dream still playing in his head.

“’Morning,” he mumbled, the rasp in his voice only adding to your need for him, his knuckles running over the slope of your jawline.

You leaned down to kiss him again, a slow dancing of lips while the thrushes and blackbirds sang a melody on your windowsill. San was still waking up, you knew that, yet you couldn’t help but nestle closer, holding his face and nuzzling your nose into the side of his as you deepened the kiss. It took him a few seconds to notice your restlessness, your hand slipping off his jaw to run over his sides, sliding under the hem of his shirt and squeezing at the flesh of his waist.

Shaking the last of his drowsiness away, he rolled your bodies sideways until he had you on your back, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and lust. San knew you better than you knew yourself, you remembered as he leaned over you to press a firm, closemouthed kiss to your lips, followed by a trail of tender pecks down your neck. “What’s got you so needy this early in the morning?”

You could feel his smile on your skin as he peppered your neck with kisses, dragging his teeth over your pulse point. “Missed you,” you breathed out, fingers curling around the material hugging his broad shoulders. “Want you.”

San hummed, low in his throat, “I’m here, I’m all yours.” His hands coasted over your sides and down to your hips to hook his fingers into your waistband, slowly sliding off your bottoms and panties in one go, his lips pressing over every inch of newly exposed skin.

Your pants and his haphazardly thrown behind him, San ran both hands down your inner thighs to spread you open, slotting himself between your legs and leaning over you to dot kisses over your jawline and cheeks. “Can I taste you, my darling?”

The rough material of his boxers pressed against your mound, your vision blurring at the friction. “But I want you,” you whined, sliding a hand down his back and resting it over his firm ass to pull him closer.

“Just for a little bit,” he kissed at your pouty lips, grinding his hips into you, the hard outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric. “Please? ‘Wanna feel you on my tongue.”

A shiver ran through you, and you nodded hesitantly, watching as San descended your body with a muttered ‘thank you.’

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‘Just for a little bit’ faded into the illuminated dust swimming in the air around you, your mind disconnecting from reality the moment San’s lips found your pussy. It felt like hours in a realm of ecstasy, hot arousal gushing out of you with every suck to your clit, your vision blurring when thick fingers breached your entrance. San lapped at your cunt like a starved man, his tongue flattening over your swollen nub while you desperately rolled your hips over his face, exhaling breathy moans as you neared your high for the nth time, only for him to anchor you down on the mattress with an arm over your lower belly, retracting his tongue to press tender kisses over and around your slit.

“No, no,” you whined as your orgasm dwindled, tears pooling in your eyes and your hands tugging at his dark strands, attempting to push his face back onto you. His fingers curled inside you, pushing up into your g-spot to remind you of their presence, hips slowly rutting into the sheets under him. “Sannie, please.”

He slipped out of you to trail soft kisses along the heated skin as he journeyed up your body, pressing his lips to the pout on yours before pulling away to take you in—all teary eyes and slick skin, gilded under the early rays. Strong arms enclosed around you, soft tufts of dark hair tickling the side of your neck as San dipped his head onto your shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in the familiar scent of your bodywash, a hint of your shampoo tickling his senses as he basked in your warmth. A muttered echo of his name broke him away from you, his lips parting off your skin to allow a string of curses exit, his leaking cock now burrowed between your folds, cockhead teasing over your clit. “Are you ready for me, love?”

Your frantic nodding and pleas brought a smile to his face, lowering himself over you again to gather you into his arms, his hand sliding between your bodies to align himself with your waiting cunt. Your hips jumped when his thick girth breached your entrance, your nails dragging down San’s spine at the gradual stretch. Feathery pecks turned into open-mouthed kisses over your face, San’s heavy breaths interrupted by the comforting gesture. He trailed his lips down your jaw to nuzzle his nose into the skin below your ear, his pants growing into shaky moans when his cock fully sheathed within you, the gentle squeeze of your walls around him shaking his body with violent shivers.

“Please move,” you tried, rolling your hips in protest, and San’s hands scrambled to stop you.

“W-wait, fuck-”

His body convulsed atop yours, a gravelly grunt ripping through his chest as a familiar warmth spread through your lower belly. His cock twitched inside you, spurting pathetic ropes of cum while he curled in on himself, shuddering as his orgasm washed over him unexpectedly with repeated apologies on his tongue. Your hand smoothed over his back, rubbing soothing circled into his skin while he recovered, imagining the bright red coating the cheeks he was hiding from you.

“San?”

He hummed, his voice small.

“Can you look at me?”

He shook his head, soft strands grazing over your skin at the motion.

“Why not?”

He paused, and you could feel the warmth of his face on your shoulder, “’m embarrassed,” he mumbled.

Your palms cupped his heated cheeks, prying him off your skin and holding his head above you to look at him properly. Teary, half-lidded eyes stared back at you, flushed cheeks squished inwards and his lips pouted in chagrin. You guided his face down to yours, pressing comforting kisses over his eyebrow and temple, “no need to be embarrassed, love.”

He huffed out a breath, tilting his head to slot his lips over yours, leaving a chaste kiss on your mouth before wrapping his arms around you to bring you into his chest. His hips began rolling into yours before you could question it, a breathy moan blowing over San’s collarbone as his cock glided over your walls.

“Missed you so much,” he planted a kiss on the side of your neck, “couldn’t help it, ‘felt so good,” he rambled into your skin.

You could feel his cock chubbing up inside you again, San’s soft grunts echoing in your ear as he pushed through the overstimulation. Languid grinding turned into pointed thrusts, rough palms running over the outside of your thighs and guiding them around his waist, waiting until your feet locked at the small of his back before readjusting his angle. With San’s body covering yours and his mouth on your neck, he aimed his cockhead at your g-spot with shallow drives into your sopping heat. He grazed his teeth over your pulse point, a shiver running through you as he littered an array of faint bruises over the column of your throat. In a couple hours, your skin would become a palette of blues and purples, and San would sheepishly scratch at his neck while you reprimanded him for his messy colouring.

San’s cock stilled inside you, moving only to glide the remainder of his length between your fluttering walls. “Where did you go?” Of course he’d caught you zoning out. “I thought I'd get you all to myself now that you were done with exams,” the pout on his lips pulled at your heart strings.

Your fingers ran through his hair, and you leaned upward to peck at his lips, “you have me, Sannie, I’m all yours.”

San smiled, sliding a hand under you to cup the back of your head, catching your lips in a kiss laced with the thick essence of yearning and lust—as though he couldn’t bare part with you ever again, not even to grab a glass of water. “Mine, mine, mine,” he recited against your lips, moving down to pepper kisses over the bruises painting your skin. “Gonna fuck you so full, sweetheart, ‘make sure everyone knows you’re my sweet baby.”

Your hand reached down to his thigh, grazing the soft skin and trailing upward until your palm cupped his plump ass, urging his hips forward and into your cunt. “Want it, please, want you so bad.”

His lips found yours, parting to run his tongue over your cupid’s bow before planting soft, delicate kisses over the corners of your mouth. Your nails dug into the flesh of his ass, eyes rolling back as he pounded into you with boiling desperation. Utterances of ‘missed you’ vibrated over your skin, your chests flush and nipple grazing over each other every time San bucked into you, his words broken-up by airy moans. Through the thick haze coating your brain, you recognized the tingle in your stomach warning you of your impending orgasm, San’s frantic hands touching every patch of skin available to him, his teeth nibbling on the skin of your collarbones while he fucked into you uncontrollably.

“Gonna cum,” he breathed out, lifting his head to take you in with glassy eyes. “Hngh! ‘Missed you so fucking much,” he pulled you into his chest, only to lean back two second later to admire your fucked-out expression—staring back at him with hooded eyes, pleasure soaring through your body and disrupting every thought, San’s relentless pace as he hammered his cock into your pulsating cunt barreling you closer to the edge. “So perfect,” he pushed the damp hair off your forehead. “Gonna fuck you full, darling, can I? ‘Wanna give you all I have,” he babbled, slurring his words as tears welled up in his eyes, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

“Nghh! G-give it to me, Sannie,” you tightened your legs around him, pushing him further into you and clenched around him.

San’s hips stuttered, his steady rhythm replaced with erratic pounding, his cock filling you up before slipping out, only to thrust back into you without relent. The edging, San’s mouth on your clit, his fingers stuffed inside you, only to pull away every time you came close to an orgasm, and now, his cock pressing into you g-spot while his pelvis grinded over your sensitive nub—you weren’t sure which factor pushed you over the edge, except you found yourself tumbling down a verdant, sunlit hill, wildflowers and dandelions sweeping over your skin in your descent. Your vision blurred, the silhouette of a man brimming with adoration going in and out of focus, the soft melody of moans and echoes of your name reverberating in the back of your mind as your orgasm finally rushed through you, your nerves aflame and body jolting over the soiled sheets.

For what felt like hours, he guided you through your high. Leisurely grinds of his hips, rocking back and forth with his cock sheathed deep within you, even after ropes of white joined the previous load he’d fucked into you, your bodies spasming together as tinges of overstimulation mingled with pleasure. His eyes scanned your face, studying the subtle shifts in your features while his hands roamed your body—from the twitch of your eyebrow to the upward curl of your mouth; palms dipping into the contour of your waist, and curving over the slope of your hips, holding you delicately while you trembled in his arms. He slipped out of you at the first whimper leaving your lips, his muscles slackening as the shots of pleasurable pain subsided.

The mattress jumped, San’s body falling sideways into the space beside you, his arms instantly working on tugging you closer to him, inhaling the flowery scent of your shampoo while digging his fingers into the knots in your back.

San’s soft humming carried on until the sun found its locus in the cloudless sky, the rays sharp where they snuck through the gap in your curtains. You slipped in and out of consciousness, the warm body cradling you and the patterned rise and fall of its chest spreading a veil of tranquility over the quiet room. The peacefulness resided even as San pulled you out of bed and into the shower, washing off the sweat and grime with wandering hands and impish touches, high-pitched giggles and squeals echoing between the tiled walls.

It felt like deja’vu, finding yourself curled up in a fluffy blanket on the couch, except this time, San’s firm body enveloped yours while you sipped on your coffee, feline eyes moving off the TV every time you brought the mug to your lips, watching their subtle pout as you swallowed down the steaming liquid. His gaze flitted lower, examining the splashes of purple and blue decorating your neck with a fond—and slightly cocky—smile stretching his lips.  

You remained entrapped within each other’s warmth, the sunlight shifting hues every other hour, from a burning yellow to a warm orange, mixing with magenta and rose when the orb of light neared the horizon. Characters moved around on the large screen: Mulan, then Rapunzel, and now Ariel, the baritone of San’s voice harmonizing with the various ballads blasting through the speakers, your hearty giggles filling up the room when he slipped away from you to dance along with Sebastian to ‘Under the Sea.’

Securing him back in your arms, you watched the rest of the movie in peace, humming the remaining songs and arguing who would get to be the purple mermaid next time you went swimming, the empty bowls of leftover jjigae resting idly on the coffee table, their ceramic reflecting the changing hues of the dying sun.

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