Do You Think Im So Fucking In Love With Him Well GuesS WHAT YOURE RIGHT

do you think im so fucking in love with him well guesS WHAT YOURE RIGHT😭

WTF ARE WE EVENE XPECTED TO DO IN THESE CONDITIONS?????????????

The Morning After

Pairing: Choi San x AMAB pov Genre: Slice of life/smut W/C: 1,117 Stuff: Sub-top San, established couple (cute), non-idol au, anal, kitchen sex, tbh this is borderline vanilla, I'm not like other fanfic writers I'm sorry y/n i literally cannot write in second person this is just what I do, but I hope you enjoy anyway.

If you enjoyed this, I made an AO3 account ok???>>> Arikuusou

Nothing posted yet, but I'm working on it I promise! Will be primarily Ateez fics.

San was always most beautiful the morning after a hard fuck. Watching him walk out of the bedroom all loose bones and floppy hair, a layer of lust beneath the sleepiness in his eyes... God, he was a vision, a seraph, the closest thing to a perfect man if there ever was one.

But he didn't like it when I called him perfect, so I tried to avoid it.

"Morning, sunshine." I smiled at him from where I sat at the kitchen island. He didn't respond in words, but stepped over to drape himself over me.

A signature San hug, hot and enveloping, lingering much longer than one would expect. That had taken me time to get used to in the beginning.

He kissed my neck and then moved away to pour himself a coffee. When he sat across from me, he quirked a brow, realizing I had been watching his every move. "What?"

I shrugged, a little coy. "Just thinking about last night."

He smirked and took his first sip of coffee. "Yeah that was..."

Exceptional. One of our best nights so far. Sometimes it was hard to remember we'd only been together 8 months when it felt like this was always our life, always would be.

"I'm thinking we shouldn't leave the apartment today," I said.

"Pretty windy out there," San agreed with a sly look on his face.

I at least let him get through half his drink before I got up and kissed him, the taste of morning mint and coffee bean filling my mouth. His skin was impossibly smooth, his hair thick and shiny as it tickled my cheek, and I wondered how I got so lucky to have caught this man's eye and heart.

I reached down and found him already rock-hard beneath his boxer briefs, which sent blood rushing between my own legs.

I stroked his cock over the fabric a few times and he abruptly started kissing me hard, biting my lips.

"Ah, ah," I backed away, gently pressing my palm to his chest. "Not too eager now. Have you forgotten all the good lessons you learned last night."

His eyes clouded further. "No, I haven't forgotten."

"Of course not. You're such a good boy. Kneel for me."

No hesitation. He slid from the stool and to the floor, looking up at me for his next instruction.

It killed me the way San loved this; made me somehow horny and sad at the same time. His whole life, he'd always had to perform, always had to be the big man, tough and strong, giving orders. He'd taken his father's company over shortly before I met him, and I saw the toll it took.

But here, with me, he could escape all that. He could just rest, follow my instructions, and not think, not decide.

"Now get my cock out and put your mouth on it."

He was so eager, but trying to hide it.

I sighed as his wet lips enveloped me. He starts gentle but quickly ramps up, sucking my head and all the spots he knows will make me needy fast.

"Fuck," I breathe, amazed as always at him. "Good boy. I'm going to need you to fuck me this morning, Sannie."

"Of course," he exhaled.

I reached over the counter and snatched up a bottle of coconut oil. "Give me your hand."

He offered his palm and I poured the oil on it, not worried about the mess we were starting to make. I leaned back against the island as he took my cock in his mouth again, reaching around to spread my cheeks.

I was still sensitive and turned-on from the night before and moaned loudly when he slipped the first finger in. He smirked up at me and me down at him.

"Get that smile off your face," I breathed as he began easily opening me up. His fingers were so different from his cock, quick and bony and rutted. I almost chided him to slow down but it felt too good and I was way too horny. Some dom I was.

But he would keep going until I told him to stop, so finally I took his wrist and pulled his fingers out of me. He kissed the front of my stomach and hips, and I took his chin in my hand.

"How's your cock feeling, baby boy?"

"So horny," he whispered.

"You want me to put it inside me?"

"Please."

"Beg."

"Please, please, put my cock inside you."

"Are you going to stay still like a good little boy?"

"Yes, I promise."

The way his voice became so soft and desperate, his pure willingness to do everything I asked. My cock was dripping and my insides were screaming for him. I couldn't play around any longer and I pushed him against the counter, looking down at his desperate member. I slathered him with more oil, watching his stomach tighten as I coated him, stroking gratuitously.

His breath caught when I finally turned around and sheathed his cock in my ass. I was rushing, a little, but the burn faded as soon as I tugged his hand around to touch me.

"Fuck," he breathed, his hips jerking an uncontrolled movement.

There was no suppressing the little cry I made, the hitch of breath at him pushing deeper.

I rocked back until I could feel his balls pressing against mine, and then fucked him with all the needy desperation we were both feeling this morning. Mostly, he stayed still like a good boy while I used his cock, moaning loud enough that anyone in the hallway of the building could hear. The noises San made, all suppressed and high and full of release, had my belly swirling.

Already my orgasm was coiling, and I lamented for a moment until I remembered we had the whole day ahead of us. I focused on feeling every inch of his smooth cock inside me again and again. My perfect, smooth San, so hard yet so gentle. I cried out and came all over the clean white kitchen floor. As I clenched and throbbed around him, San could no longer hold still. I felt his nails dig into my skin as he gripped my hips, going stiff and silent in ecstasy as he spilled what little was left from last night deep inside me.

Exhausted, I leaned back against him and he held me. His cock popped out of me with a delicious, wet sound.

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Yeah," San said. "I love you."

"Yeah? Even though I made your coffee go cold?"

He nuzzled into my neck, kissing every bit of skin he could get too. "Definitely." He sighed deeply, a sated sigh, a blissful sigh. "That was a great morning fuck. Perfect."

they saved my life holy shit.

i am in such a funk today, really not feeling great, but as soon as i saw these two, funk gone. i swear. lives are so important to my wellbeing

won’t fold for soobin, but will in a heartbeat for kai ♡

Heads Up 7 Up/Last Lines

Tysm for the tag @primroseprime2019 ! Since this is from my Ateez fanfic I'm gonna post here on my Kpop account~

Somehow, together, they were surviving. But this raspberry, it was a risk to everything. All the work Hongjoong had done to plan their escape so far. The effort to stay together every day.

This fucking raspberry.

He reached down and plucked up a rock along with the berry. It was hard not to crush it.

HINT: (The gif below is a soft spoiler for what happens next)

I know everyone is busy with the holidays and many of the new friends I made today are introverts, but I'll just tag who's at the front of my mind!

@commanderclustercakes @isabellebissonrouthier @kylewrutar

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