Your Number

Summary:You give your number to San during a fansign not expecting anything, but later that night your phone rings… (based off of that one NCT moment)

Pairing:San x Reader

Word count:1.6kdefinitely not proofread

Smut Warnings: Phone Sex

Kinda hate it kinda love it- idk how I feel about this

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This is the day you’ve been waiting for all month. The day you will meet the absolute loves of your life. You had won a fansign ticket after buying an insane amount of albums you finally got it!

You’ve never met any of the members before and you’ve never been this nervous in your life. The staff guided your group into an empty room with the long table teasing everyone.

You held your album tight as you sat in the second row, very close to where the members would be standing. There was a countdown on the screen and each minute seemingly dragged on as music played softly in the background.

You made small talk with the people around you until the countdown finally reaches zero. The room is loud as screams and applause fill the room before everyone introduces themselves.

Your heart is beating out of your chest as your eyes scan each of the members before they fall on San. Choi San… that man is the most attractive person you’ve seen in your entire life. You’re unable to tear your eyes away from him but suddenly the two of you make eye contact. He flashes you a smile and your hand slaps over your mouth as you look away.

Your heart rate never goes down as they go through a few choreographies and talk with everyone before the meet starts. The first row makes their way to stand in a line to greet the members.

Your body starts to heat up as the nerves really start to get to you when your turn starts to come up. Once your row is called you quickly make your way to the front of the room. Yunho is the first member and you sit down with the biggest smile on your face. Yunho asks you a few questions and can’t help but gush a little bit as you praise him.

You make your way down the members until you get to the last one which happens to be San. San immediately complements you and your ego absolutely skyrockets.

You introduce yourself and talk for a bit before San holds your hands as you gesture him closer like you’re about to tell him a secret, “Don’t tell anyone… but you’re my bias.”

San opens his mouth in shock before he laughs softly, “Really?!”

You nod as you giggle, “Mhm. I think you’re really pretty.”

San’s head tilts as he scans your figure, “No! Have you seen yourself?” Your mouth drops slightly and your face gets hot as you try to cover your face, “No you’re so pretty let me see!”

You pull away for a second and reach in your pocket to pull out a slip of paper. You jokingly wink as you hand the paper to San. A smile forms on his face as he opens the paper seeing what he assumes is your number, “You know you shouldn’t be giving your number out to everyone, right?”

You laugh at his joking tone as you speak up, “It’s okay, you’re not a stranger, right?”

San gives you an innocent smile as he leans in, “But you know I am just a man… What if I call you late at night? Hmm?”

You look San straight in the eyes with your head tilted slightly, “And I’ll stay up all night waiting for it. Ready to help…”

Suddenly the timer beeps signaling your time is up, breaking you away from whatever was just happening with San. You give him one last smile along with a “Thank you!” completely shifting your entire demeanor.

You notice San actually put the small slip of paper in his pocket and you can’t help but wonder if he was just joking or not. Either way, San is the only thing that’s on your mind the entire rest of the day.

Even as you’re back in your hotel room you eye your phone like it could ring any second. Once you humble yourself you continue with your night routine as you take a shower and clean your face. You spend a couple of hours scrolling and watching videos on your phone. Before you know it, it’s 1am and you force yourself to go to bed.

Just as you’re falling asleep your phone starts buzzing next to you. Your eyes are still shut as you bring the phone to your ear, “Hello?”

There was a small laugh on the other end of the line as it was very obvious you had just woken up, “Thought you said you’d stay up all night for my call?”

Your eyes widen as you sit up, “I- I thought you were joking!” You’re suddenly wide awake as San’s voice rang in your head.

“I thought about it for a bit but I kept thinking about how pretty you looked.” San’s voice is quiet as he speaks on the other end.

Your breathing gets heavy and you hesitate before you speak up, “Let me help you then.”

“Help me?” You listen to his teasing tone and your hand moves to cover your face as if San could actually see you.

“Mhm.”

“Help me with what?” You’re quiet, unsure what to say. You know he’s just messing with you, but you’re too embarrassed and unsure if you should actually say it. You let out a soft whine as you’re too embarrassed to actually say it, “Aw, what’s wrong? Don’t be shy.”

“Let me help you t-touch yourself. That is what you’re doing, right?” Your heart is beating out of your chest as you listen to San’s breathing. You involuntarily let out an “Oh my god-“ as San hums.

San is quiet for a moment and you take that as a cue to speak up, “I wish I could see… I know you have a big and pretty cock.”

You shut your eyes as San lets out a groan. Your entire body is hot and you let out a whimper making San laugh softly, “Next time I promise I’ll show you, alright?”

“Next time?” Your voice sounds hopeful and San hums.

“Mhm because you’re so pretty, you know that? The way you looked at me earlier… I knew I couldn’t miss out on this.”

“Nuh uh, San you so hot- I wish I was there. I bet you look so pretty- so hot. And those sounds, please don’t stop. Wanna hear you.” You sound desperate as you’re practically begging San.

San’s breathing gets heavier as he lets out deep grunts, “I wish you were here too, but if you were I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

“Really? I wouldn’t mind. You can do it- You can do anything you want to me. Want you to touch me so bad!” Your voice is shaking as you can hear squelching sounds from the other side of the phone.

“Mhm, you’d look so good underneath me- shaking and crying. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You nod even though San can’t see you.

“Yeah, I’m yours, San. Want you to cum in me and fill me so you know I’m really yours.” Your words went straight to San’s cock and you listened to the pornographic moans that came from him, “You like that?”

“Fucking tease-“ San’s voice is shaking and you bite your lip as you can tell he’s close.

“Am I? I just wanna feel you inside of me. Why don’t you show me what it would sound like?” You can tell San is holding back on some of his moans but at the same time he struggles to stay quiet.

“I’d fuck you so good. It would feel so good. Fuck- next time, right?” Your hand covers your mouth in shock from San’s words.

“Of course, but for now why don’t you cum for me? I want it so bad, San. I want your cum. I want to hear you cum.” Your ears burn as there’s a mixture of moans and squelching from his cum.

You’re quiet for a moment as you take in the moment. Choi San is on the other end of the phone about to cum from your words and voice before he speaks up, “Keep talking- let me hear your voice.”

“And- And next time I’ll help you properly. I’ll make you feel so good!” You knew both of you were just talking out of your ass and there would be no next time, but it was nice to think about.

“You’re already making me feel so good… I can only imagine what it would actually feel like.” San is already far gone.

“I am?” San moans in response and you speak up, “You’re gonna cum right?” San let’s out another loud groan before a series of soft moans and whimpers. You give San a moment before you quietly ask, “Did you-“

San cuts you off with a laugh, “ Yeah, thank you.”

Your head tilts as a smile takes over your face, “Thank you.”

You can hear the pout in San’s voice, “But I didn’t even do anything to help you!”

You laugh and shake your head, “No it’s okay! This was enough, I promise.”

San hums in thought, “You were by yourself right…?”

Sans’s paranoid voice rings out and you laugh loudly, “Of course! Were you? What happened to Mingi?”

San makes a noise of confusion, “I have no idea. He went to play games with the others and I stayed behind.”

“It’s late though! Are you not tired? You should go to sleep!” You look at the clock and see it’s almost 1:30.

“Okay… I’ll text you later, promise!”

@se-onghwa

[10:22pm] “Look at the camera, baby, I’m gonna save it as my background even if your boyfriend sees it.” W/ Dom!San x Fem!Sub!Reader ft.Seonghwa

Word count:1.2k

Smut Warning: nothing too bad… oral (f), fingering, light hickeys, teasing, Seonghwa’s watching

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Your heart is beating out of your chest as San’s hand rubs your thigh softly, “What did say?”

Your eyes trail to Seonghwa as San repeats himself, “I just said I think you look really pretty today.”

You tilt your head to the side knowing that’s not what he said, “What are you doing?” You weren’t uncomfortable with what San was doing but San seemed to be more touchy than usual, “Are you okay?”

You grip onto San’s chin and pout as you tilt your head. San’s eyes are glued to your lips and your eyes switch between Seonghwa who’s paying very little attention to the two of you and San who is looking at you so intently.

You feel San’s breath fanning over your lips and it’s taking everything in your being not to move forward, “Seonghwa-“ your not sure who your talking to. You don’t know if your calling for Seonghwa to do something, or to you to remind yourself that Seonghwa, your boyfriend, is sitting on the sofa right next to you and San.

Seonghwa hums next to you, still not looking away from his phone, “Go ahead.”

San wastes absolutely no time. With Seonghwa’s words, your back is pressed against the sofa with San hovering over you. Your hands immediately reach up to grip his shirt tightly.

San’s hand slides under your shirt to pull you closer to him. He pulls away and you look up at him with wide eyes before he attaches his lips to your neck. Your breathing is shaky as you feel his lips sucking on you lightly.

You can’t help yourself when you let out a loud whine as San’s teeth drag on your skin lightly. You can feel him smile against you as your hand moves from his shirt to grip his hair.

You tilt your head to the side and you catch Seonghwa’s gaze. Your face gets hot and your heart beats faster as Seonghwa winks at you before going back on his phone.

You know he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye and you think about putting on a show for him, but as San reaches his hand further inside your shirt you let out a squeal as he pinches your nipple.

“San- oh my god San, please.” You don’t even know what you’re asking for. You unconsciously spread your legs and San laughs as he pulls away.

“What’s wrong? Tell me what you want.” San rubs your inner thigh softly and waits for you to respond. Your mouth opens and closes not sure what to say, “I- I dunno. Please just touch me. Please, San.”

San looks up to Seonghwa for what you’re assuming is permission but your hands reach out to the waistband of San’s sweats.

Once San turns his attention back to you his gaze is completely different. You bite your lip and tilt your head as you look up at him. San moves your hands from his sweats in order to remove your shorts.

San slips your shorts and underwear off at the same time making you shut your legs in a sudden embarrassment. San grips onto your knees and spreads them, “Now isn’t the time to get shy, darling. Seonghwa is enjoying it too, right?”

You turn your attention to Seonghwa who’s already given up pretending not to care, has his eyes glued to the two of you. Your attention is quickly taken back as San makes his way in between your legs. Your hand slaps over your mouth as you try to muffle your moans as much as possible.

San reaches for your wrists and brings your hands down from your face and places them on top of his head. You immediately grip onto his hair to push his head further into you.

Your hips start to grind down onto San’s tongue as you grip onto his hair tightly. Your eyes so desperately want to shut but the look on Sam’s face is so pretty.

Suddenly San pulls away making you let out a desperate moan, “Why don’t you just record us? Use it for later…” San winks at Seonghwa and he rolls his eyes but gets his phone out anyways.

San pushes your shirt up over your chest to expose you further to Seonghwa. You smile at Seonghwa knowing that San is going to continue to push his buttons until either this is over or he snaps.

You turn back to San with a pout, “San, ignore him.” You pull him down and he avoids where you need him so desperately.

His tongue glides over the skin on your inner thigh, your breathing is heavy as your clenching around nothing. You want nothing more than for San to just fuck you, but you know that would be slightly pushing it so you keep quiet about it.

Sam’s hand reaches in between your legs and spreads your cum before he spits on your pussy causing your body to jerk as you cry out, “Fuck, San! Please- I can’t! I need to cum- it felt so good!”

“Did it?” You nod vigorously to try and get San to do anything at this point, “Well since you asked so nicely who am I to say no.”

You almost cry of relief when San attaches his lips around your clit. San easily slips his middle and ring finger inside of you, finally filling you.

You unconsciously close your legs around San’s head as the feeling starts to get more and more overwhelming and your eyes shut as you throw your head back.

San suddenly pulls away and when you open your eyes San has his phone pointed at you too. Another wave of arousal went through you and you almost cum right then.

San has his fingers pumping in and out of you at a faster pace and you struggle to even keep your eyes open, “Look at the camera, baby, I’m gonna save it as my background even if your boyfriend sees it.”

San turns to give Seonghwa a smug smirk and that’s the breaking point for you. His thumb rubbing against your clit in soft circles in contrast to the pace of his fingers feels too good for you to be able to keep going.

You pull San down harshly as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders, “SanSanSan- oh my god! Oh my god fuck!” Your words trail off into incoherent whines and moans as San brings you down from your orgasm.

San stops his movements as your legs start to twitch and your breathing slows down. He attempts to pull away, but your grip on him is strong as you speak up, “Are you actually recording me?”

“Mhm…” San is quiet for a bit before he continues, “If that’s okay. I can delete it if you want.”

You smile as you shake your head. “Are you okay Hwa?”

You properly look at Seonghwa for the first time and see his cheeks flushed as sweat drips down his neck, “Next time I think I wanna join.”

You and San look at each other with a soft smile, “Next time you gotta fuck me, yeah?”

“Next time.”

ATEEZ San- Weakness (oneshot)

Genre: mild angst, fluff, smut, arranged marriage au, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!San x reader (fem)

Word count:2.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, oral (f receiving), dry humping, riding, clit play, protected sex.

“A lot of women here are beautiful, but she stands out. She is truly stunning,” San stated, taking a sip of the expensive wine offered at the party, eyes watching you—his wife of four months—while you conversed with other mafia wives.

You were dressed in a v-neck black gown that had a slit running up to a few inches above your mid-thigh. You were wearing a simple diamond necklace that San had given you a few weeks back, and he couldn’t stop himself from feeling happy that you chose to wear it today.

“And yet you never let her know that,” Wooyoung said to his bestfriend, reaching into his pocket to take his pocket knife out. “Sometimes, I feel like stabbing you,” he stated, holding the small knife up.

“Of course you do. She is your sister, after all,” San chuckled. “I do give her a lot of gifts every week. She’s content… or at least she seems to be.”

Wooyoung sighed, downing his sixth shot for the night. “Sannie, my sister isn’t like most women here in this hall who are content with a materialistic life. Y/N would’ve never married you if our father didn’t force her to. She always wanted to marry for love.”

San felt a slight ache in his chest. “I can never give her that. Love… it’s nothing but a weakness.”

Wooyoung snorted, downing another shot, having heard that sentence from San’s mouth ever since they became bestfriends three years ago. San’s father always told him that love was a weakness, especially in the mafia world; if a rival group knew you were madly in love with someone, the best way to get what they want is to kill the person you love.

“I know your father always told you that ever since you were young, but you need to give yourself a chance to experience it. Trust me, there’s no better feeling than love. And you really need to hurry up before Y/N reaches her limit and dumps your ass for another man.” San’s jaw clenched at the last sentence; he couldn’t even stand the thought of you in another man’s arms.

San was about to say something, but he saw you making your way towards him and your brother.

“Woo!” you hugged your twin brother tightly. “I missed you so much!”

“You’re squishing me!”

“Oops!” you laughed, pulling away from him with a bright smile that made San’s heart flutter.

San listened to you talk to Wooyoung about how you wanted to buy a yacht, mesmerized by how happy you were in your brother’s presence; it was something he rarely got to see as he’s cold and ignorant to you most of the time. He never wanted to be like that with someone as sweet as you, but he knew if he didn’t treat you like that, his true feelings for you would be exposed and you would become his weakness.

“Oh, excuse me for a moment,” you said when you spotted an old friend. You made your way towards the man. “Bae Jinyoung!” he turned to look at you, surprised to see you here.

“Oh? Jung Y/N?! Oh wait no, now you’re Choi Y/N,” he stated with a smirk. You chuckled, pulling him into a friendly hug, making San’s blood boil with jealously; he hated how you smiled and laughed with another man.

“Oh you look pissed off, I wonder why,” Wooyoung teased an evidently annoyed San.

“How does she know him?” San questioned, eyes never leaving you.

“Jinyoung is our childhood friend,” he took another shot. “And Y/N’s first love,” he added.

“What?!” San half-yelled, causing a few people nearby to briefly look at him. You glanced at your husband for a second before turning your attention back to Jinyoung, pissing San off further. “That was him?!” he asked in a lower volume. San knew you were in a friends-with-benefits relationship for almost two years; however, he wasn’t expecting it to be with Bae Jinyoung. San had nothing personal against the guy, but he just didn’t like the way Jinyoung boasted about his wealth and success when there were many other young mafia bosses who were as successful as him. He didn’t understand how an extremely humble woman like you would be into a man like that.

“Chill, they’re just friends now,” Wooyoung said with a smirk. San watched how you laughed with Jinyoung, feeling his heart ache; he knew it was his fault for being so cold to you, but he still wished you would be like that with him, too.

“If it affects you so much, pull your shit together and go get your woman,” Wooyoung stated.

San took a few deep breaths before he made his way towards you, surprising Wooyoung because San usually never listens to him.

“Babe, it’s getting late,” San said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Let’s go home, yeah?” he placed a soft kiss on your head. You froze in shock for a second, wondering why he was suddenly being so nice and affectionate to you, especially in public. Once he let you go, you cleared your throat.

“Until next time, huh?” Jinyoung said to you with a wide smile. You chuckled and nodded, giving him a quick hug while you told him to take care before leaving with San.

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As soon as you got home, San went straight to his room. You wanted to ask him about the kiss he had placed on your head, but you decided against it, coming to the conclusion that he just didn’t want other people to gossip about you conversing alone with another man who happened to be your ex-lover.

You moved to your closet, removing your clothes and jewelry. You wore clean panties and a large t-shirt before going to the bathroom to take your makeup off.

Once you were done, you went to the kitchen to fill up the water bottle you kept beside your bed. San was in the living room, going through some documents about a drug deal his gang was going to make with an international mafia gang. He was shirtless, only wearing his gray sweatpants.

After you filled your water bottle, you tried to reach for the jar of stroopwafels that San had brought from his trip to Amsterdam.

San made his way towards the kitchen to get a drink, stopping in his tracks when he saw you standing on your tippy toes, trying to reach the jar. He couldn’t help himself from checking you out. Your t-shirt had risen up your thighs to your hips, revealing the red panties you were wearing. San took a deep breath, trying not to seem bothered while he moved right behind you to get the jar down for you, placing it on the counter.

You turned around, a little flustered by how close he was. “Thank you,” you mumbled shyly, trying your best to not look at his bare upper half.

San chuckled, noticing everything. “You can look at me, it’s okay,” he said, amused by your stunned expression and the pink shade coloring your cheeks. He leaned forward a little, placing his arms on the counter, trapping you in between his muscular arms. “I am your husband, after all.” San slowly leaned in, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. He stopped just a centimeter away. “Fuck, you make me feel so many unexplainable things,” he murmured, pulling away. He gave you a small smile before walking back to the couch, continuing his previous task of reading the documents, leaving you standing all alone in the kitchen, utterly stunned by his actions.

You snorted, realizing what just happened. You made your way towards your husband, letting your eyes roam over his toned upper half this time. You gently took the documents away from his hands, tossing it onto the adjacent couch.

“You can’t just leave me like that,” you climbed onto his lap, “after saying such things.” you straddled him, and this time it was his turn to be surprised and flustered by your bold actions.

San quickly composed himself. “What are you gonna do about it?” he questioned with a smirk, hands moving to grip your bare thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in, brushing your lips against his. “This,” you whispered, pressing yourself down on his bulge, causing him to suck in a breath. San’s hands gripped your thighs tighter while you gently moved on his growing bulge. You crashed your lips onto his, letting out a gasp when his hands moved to grip your ass. San kissed you back passionately, enjoying the way your hands moved to tug on his black hair. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter while San moved you faster on his bulge.

You pulled away, gently pulling at the ends of his hair. “I want you.”

San looked quite hesitant, wondering if you really wanted to take it to the next level despite everything. His hand reached up to cup your cheek. “Are you sure?” he asked, gently stroking your skin with his thumb.

“Yes… please,” you begged, leaning your forehead against his.

San couldn’t refuse. He picked you up, placing an arm below your ass to support your weight while your legs wrapped around him. He carried you to his room, heartbeat racing faster and faster with every step.

He placed you on his bed, eyes never leaving you while you pulled your large t-shirt over your head, exposing your upper half. San gently pushed you onto your back, hovering above you. His lips latched onto your neck, kissing around the area until you let out a whimper, signaling that he found your sweet spot. San began sucking and nibbling on the spot, making sure to leave a mark. He trailed kisses down from your neck to your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while he rolled the other one with his fingers. He gave the same treatment to the other one before moving down your body, stopping at the waistband of your panties. He looked up, asking for your permission. When you nodded, he pulled your soaked panties down your legs, tossing it somewhere in the room.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” San said, eyes taking in the sight of you naked, your glistening pussy on full display for him.

He situated himself in between your legs, spreading them further apart. He gave your clit a few kitten licks before taking your nub into his mouth, gently sucking on it.

“San!” you moaned, hands reaching down to grab his hair while he sucked on your nub. “Fuck! It feels so good.” Your legs tried to close, but he forced them open. Your chest heaved while your husband ate you out like a starved man. “S-San, I want you in me right now!” he hummed in response, the vibration causing your walls to clench. He left your clit to collect your wetness with his tongue, satisfied by how wet you were.

San pulled away, licking his lips. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He took his sweatpants off along with his hip briefs, exposing his hard cock that was already leaking with precum. He reached for his bedside table, taking a condom out from the drawer. He quickly tore the packet and slid the condom onto his length while you admired his well built body.

San leaned down to kiss you. “Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded and he positioned himself at your entrance. He slowly entered you, causing you to clench at the sudden stretch that you haven’t experienced in a long time. He continued to push in until you were completely filled up. You took a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. “You can move now.”

San began thrusting into you slowly at first, just wanting to feel you and the way you clenched around him. “Fuck, babe, you’re soo tight,” he commented, eyes scrunching shut in pleasure when your walls tightened around him. He leaned forward to capture your lips with his own in a slow, sensual kiss. You moaned into his mouth when you felt him hit your spot. He pulled away to kiss your neck while your nails ran down the expanse of his back. “S-San,” you mewled. “I wanna ride you, please.” He looked up at you with a smirk.

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.” He pulled out of you to sit against the pillows. You straddled his lap, sinking down onto his cock. You immediately started bouncing on his length, wasting no time. “Fuck, babe!” San moaned, hands moving to grip your hips. “Slow down, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You smirked, moving even faster, making him groan in pleasure. San watched your boobs bounce while you threw your head back, feeling him repeatedly hit your spot. You felt the knot forming in your lower area. “San, I'm—” you couldn’t even finish your sentence due to the intense pleasure.

“I know, me too,” he managed to say through grunts. His hands moved to grip your ass, making you move even faster. The sound of your moans and skin clapping filled the air, and a thin layer of sweat formed on San’s body, making it slightly glisten under the light.

“Baby, come for me,” he said, rubbing your clit in circular motions. Your legs shook and your walls wildly clenched around him. You yelled out San’s name when you reached your high, a great euphoric feeling taking over your entire body. San came right after you, spilling into the condom. You moved on him a few more times, milking him dry, before you got off of him, collapsing beside him while you tried to control your breathing. San kissed your head before moving to dispose the used condom in the trash-can in his bathroom. He turned on the water in the whirlpool tub, knowing how much you loved it.

“How do feel?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled up at him. “I feel amazing, so ecstatic… I can’t even describe it.”

San chuckled, his dimples showing. He gently picked you up bridal-style, carrying you to his bathroom. He settled down in the large tub, pulling you against his body, feeling like he was on cloud nine.

Although San was taught that love is nothing but a weakness, he knew he had fallen hard for you. If this is what it felt like to have a weakness, he was ready to risk it all.

ATEEZ San- Explore (oneshot)

Genre: Fluff, smut, high school au.

Pairing: badboy!San x reader (fem)

Word Count:2.5k

Warnings: profanities, masturbating for the first time, handjob, clit play, fingering.

You took a bite of your sandwich, listening to your bestfriend talk to you and your friends about her first time with her boyfriend.

“I swear, nothing feels better than that,” your bestfriend stated, taking a sip of her mango juice. “I can do it over and over again.”

Miri laughed. “I told you you’d enjoy it! Now it’s Y/N’s turn!”

You nearly choked on your sandwich. “W-What?!”

“Y/N, I’m pretty sure you imagine Choi San fucking you until you see—”

“Shh!” you put your palm over her mouth. “We’re in public! His crazy fans might hear you!”

A few months ago, you developed a crush on one of your school’s badboys, Choi San, after he suddenly became interested in you after being partnered for an assignment. Initially, you thought he just wanted to get into your pants, but after five months of knowing him, you knew he genuinely cared about you. You couldn’t deny that you liked the boy and of course you’ve thought about dating him, but you didn’t know how he truly felt about you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at San,” your bestfriend said with a smirk. “Not the lovey-dovey look, although I’ve seen that too, but I’m talking about the I-want-you-to-dick-me-down look.” Your cheeks instantly turned a bright pink; were you really that obvious? Well, it’s not your fault San looks irresistible. The man’s a whole Greek God in your eyes.

“You should make a move on him, Y/N,” Yeonhee said.

“Yeah, get some dick,” Miri agreed.

“Guys, you’re supposed to encourage me to study, not to have sex!” you said, finishing the remaining of your sandwich. “Besides, how will I let someone else do things to me when I’ve never done anything to myself?” Sure, you’ve made out before with your ex, but there was very minimal touching over the clothes and some tongue. You never went further than that.

“Then start with yourself, genius. Explore your body and get familiar with it,” your bestfriend stated nonchalantly. “I have the perfect advice for you. Trust me, you’ll love the experience once you start exploring yourself and it’ll be even better when someone else does it for you.”

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“Hey, mom? Do we have coconut oil?” you asked, entering her bedroom. “My lips are really chapped,” you lied, knowing your mother would definitely fall for it.

“Yeah, it’s in the kitchen in the third cabinet,” she answered. “It’s good that you’re finally using something natural and not those chemical filled products.” Oh, if only she knew. “Coconut oil is very safe and has a lot of benefits.”

“Mhmm, yeah.”

You wished your mother goodnight before you made your way to the kitchen, filling a tiny container with the oil. You couldn’t buy sexual lube at the moment and you didn’t want to wait, so this was your only option.

You went to your room, placing the tiny container on your bedside table while waiting for your parents to fall asleep. Once you were sure they were asleep, you locked your bedroom door.

You took off your clothes and lied down on your back, remembering all the advice your friends gave you.

You coated your fingers with the coconut oil before pressing it to your clit. You gently rubbed your nub in an up-and-down motion, closing your eyes while you thought of San hovering over you, imagining that your fingers were his. Your free hand moved to cup one of your breasts, giving it a gently squeeze. You could feel the heat at your hole, dripping with your essence while you increased the pace, rubbing your clit faster, imagining San slamming his cock in and out of you.

“San!” you moaned loudly, fingers moving faster on your clit; you were glad your parents’ room was downstairs and on the other side of the house. Your back arched and your jaw dropped when you felt your clit become sensitive; it felt so so good. You kept rubbing at your nub until your legs shook and your clit was overstimulated. Was that it? Did you cum? You didn’t even know. You assumed you didn’t based on what your friends described an orgasm as.

You tried to rub yourself again, but your clit was too sensitive to handle it. You slowly sat up, putting your panties back on, feeling a little disappointed that you didn’t orgasm. Oh well, you can always try again next time.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump and you cover yourself with your blanket.

“San?!”

San was inside your room, leaning against your open balcony door, staring at you with a smirk on his face. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, and yet, he looked absolutely divine.

San has come into your room a bunch of times, but you certainly weren’t expecting him today. He always calls you before coming over, so you wondered why he didn’t do that this time.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your… session,” he said, although he didn’t seem sorry at all. “I would’ve stayed outside, but it’s really cold, and as you can see, I’m not wearing warm clothes.”

You didn’t really know what to say. “Uh, when did you get here?" 

"A minute or two before you moaned my name,” he muttered with a smirk, making you pull the blanket up to cover your flushed face. So he saw pretty much everything?

San chuckled, moving to sit beside you on your bed. “Don’t feel shy or embarrassed, Y/N,” he pulled the blanket down to your neck to reveal your face. “I always think of you whenever I need to get off.” You involuntarily let out a small whimper, feeling your sensitive clit throb at his words.

You sat up straight, letting the blanket fall to your waist, revealing your bare upper body. You noticed San gulp while his eyes took in the sight of your breasts. You wrapped your arms around his neck while you leaned in, gently kissing his jawline. San smiled, his hands moving to your bare waist, making you gasp at the feeling of his cold hands on your heated body.

Unable to control yourself, you crashed your lips onto his, and he responded immediately. You had imagined how it would feel to kiss San several times before, but this was a whole lot better.

Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him onto his back, straddling his lap. San smirked at your actions and you leaned down, reconnecting your lips. You involuntarily grinded onto his growing bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. You could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds while you moved on him. Without breaking the heated kiss, San sat up, pulling you along with him, so that his back was resting against the headboard of your bed and you were still straddling him. He broke the kiss to trail open mouth kisses along your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access.

“Can I touch you?” he mumbled against your skin, giving it a little nibble.

“Yes, please…”

San’s hands moved up your body to your breasts. He gently massaged your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, giving it a little swirl before repeating the same action for the other one.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this to you,” he said, lips meeting yours in a quick kiss before he changed positions, hovering above you. “Every time I came to your room, I had to control myself so much from wanting to kiss you… to touch you…” his hand moved down to your thighs, giving it a squeeze before he teased your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hand to cup your clothed heat, making you whimper.

“Fuck, please touch me,” you begged.

San slowly took your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening core. His fingers moved to your clit, gently stroking your sensitive nub. You grabbed his hand once your clit became too oversensitive again, stopping him from touching you.

“I… it’s very sensitive from what I was… doing before. It was my first time, so I don’t think I can handle more,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up. That’s when San noticed the tiny container of coconut oil on your bedside table.

“Oh, you masturbated for the first time today?” he asked. You nodded, a little embarrassed.

“And you were thinking of me while you did it? Fuck, that’s so hot,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. “Since you’re overstimulated, I won’t touch you there. But I can finger you, if and only if that’s okay with you.”

You nodded. “It won’t hurt, right?”

“From what I’ve heard, it most likely won’t. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

“Okay… then finger me, please.”

San kissed your neck while his fingers explored the area around your entrance, avoiding your sensitive clit; he didn’t want to just shove his fingers up immediately. “Just relax, baby,” he murmured against your skin, and your tense body relaxed a bit. He ran his finger along your wet folds, collecting your juices. He took his time, teasing you around that area, trying to get you wetter.

When you felt wetter, he moved his body to rest in between your legs. He slowly slipped a finger into your hole. “Does it hurt?” he asked. You shook your head and he continued pushing his finger all the way in. You winced at the slight sting you felt when he pulled his finger back a little. “Are you okay? Does it hurt, baby?”

“It stings a little, but it’s tolerable,” you said, your hands moving to his messy black hair.

San slowly started pumping his finger in you, trying to be as gentle as possible; the stingy feeling was starting to fade away and you let him know that. He tapped around your walls, searching for your g-spot. You sucked in a breath when he found your spot, clutching a fistful of his hair. “Found it,” he smirked, continuing to finger you, making sure to hit that very spot.

“S-San…” you moaned, your walls clenching around his finger. He kissed and gently sucked on the skin of your inner thighs while he fingered you. You could feel something building up in your lower stomach, and you assumed you were close to orgasming. “San, I think I'm—”

“Let it go,” he pumped his fingers faster, making your back arch. “Cum for me, baby.” His words and a few more pumps was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, making you loudly moan his name. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, eyes closing at your taste. “So fucking sweet.”

You pulled San into a kiss, tasting yourself, feeling really happy and relaxed. You felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh, and you instantly pulled away. “Let me help you now.”

San pecked your lips. “It’s fine, Y/N. This is all new to you so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or something.”

“I’ll be happy knowing that you’re satisfied too,” you said, running a hand through his hair. “But you’ll have to show me how cause I’ve never done this before.”

He chuckled cutely, kissing you softly before he sat against the headboard. “Grab the oil, baby. Pour some onto your palm,” he said, pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs. You did as he said while watching him unzip his jeans, taking it off along with his briefs, causing his hard cock to slap against his lower stomach, the tip leaking with precum. Your eyes roamed all over his naked body; you always thought San looked extremely handsome, but now he looked even better.

“Touch me, Y/N,” he said with a smile, grabbing your attention. “You just have to touch me like this,” he showed you how to do it and gave you a few tips.

“Okay…”

You gently wrapped your oily hand around his length, earning a slight hiss from him. You moved your hand up and down his length just like he showed you, lubricating it with the oil. You twisted your hand slightly, moving closer to his tip. “Fuck,” he muttered when you swiped your finger along his slit; you mentally noted that he liked it. Your hand moved back down and you added a little pressure, slowly jerking him off. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he moaned, staring at you with hooded eyes, lower lip caught in between his teeth. You increased the pace, making him buck his hips up. “Keep going, doll… I’m so close.” You moved your hands faster, earning a loud groan from San while he orgasmed, his cum shooting onto his stomach and some spilling onto your hand. You stroke him for a few more seconds before removing your hand.

San pulled you into a quick kiss. “That was amazing, Y/N. You did so well.”

“T-Thanks…” you blushed. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” he pecked your lips. “Let’s clean up, hmm?” You nodded, and the two of you made your way to your bathroom.

San told you about his day while you both washed up. After you both got dressed, you cuddled on your bed, resting your head on his chest.

“Oh, by the way… I actually came here to tell you something,” San said, intertwining your hand with his.

“Tell me what?” you questioned sleepily; you could hear his heartbeat speed up.

San took a deep breath, feeling quite nervous. “I… I like you, Y/N,” he confessed. “I’ve liked you ever since we worked on that assignment together. My feelings just keep getting stronger, so I just had to let you know today.”

You moved so that you could see his face that was filled with hope and anxiety because he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way even after what you both did minutes ago.

You reached up to cup his cheek, hand moving down to run along his sharp jawline. You brought his face closer to yours, capturing his lips in a soft, slow kiss, instantly making his tense body relax. You pulled away slightly to say, “I like you too, Sannie.”

San smiled wide, his dimples showing. He pulled you into a kiss even though he wasn’t able to stop smiling.

He pulled away to look at you, his hand gently running through your hair. “Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me tomorrow?”

You nodded with a smile, pecking his cheek. “Gladly.”

Blue butterfly

Series:
⇢ Pairing: San x fem!Reader
⇢ Genre: flirty af fluff, hints of angst, suggestive, kinda smutty, older reader (noona)
⇢ Synopsis: As your best friend’s maid of honor, you must endure the shameless best man’s flirting until after the wedding.

Part 6: One Less Thing - Moodboard
⇢ Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, & slightly smutty
⇢ Warnings: language, wet daydreams, self-image issues, and self-hatred
⇢ Word Count: 8,226 i-

a/n: I feel like half of this isn’t as good as I was hoping

Masterlist, Part 1,Part 2,Part 3,Part 4,Part 5,Part 6

taglist: @joongiebug (url doesn’t exist), @simluvbot​, @kimtae-bae (not taggable?), @justsayk​,@sunsethw4​,@baguette-atiny​

It is finally the day you’ve been dreading: bridesmaid dress shopping. Fortunately, the remaining two bridesmaids, Yoojung and Kyungmi, are able to fit shopping into their schedules this weekend. You were beginning to worry that Mina would have to pick without them trying on dresses, which would have stressed Mina out more than she already is.

Yoojung is a childhood friend who moved far away for college. You remember the two of them running around Mina’s house playing dolls. Yoojung always had her hair cut in a bob with straight across bangs. She looked so adorable with her chubby little cheeks that were constantly flushed from them playing so much. Seeing her today, you notice how much she has grown up, and it tugs at your heart a bit.

Kyungmi met Mina in a marketing class which had them glued to each other to survive with a passing grade. Mina had never seemed so stressed, and it hurt that there was nothing you could do to make the class better. You’re just glad she had someone going through the same thing with her. Kyungmi is quiet until she’s comfortable around you, which she then turns into the mood maker of the group. She knows how to make Mina relax and not excessively worry about things. Though she is a year younger than Mina, she holds Mina accountable for her responsibilities, which played a huge part in her passing that class.

Having Mina’s friends from different stages of her life come together to celebrate this huge milestone gets you kind of emotional. The mimosa you are currently sipping on in this hole-in-the-wall restaurant does not help these emotions either. Visiting this place brings back the memories of when Mina would come stay the weekend with you while you were in your first couple of years of college. 

After hearing someone talk about how good the food was in one of your classes, you knew Mina would insist on trying it, and ever since then, this restaurant has held a special place in your heart. Every morning she was with you, the two of you would have brunch here. Each visit, Mina would try a different meal until she had ordered everything on the menu at least once, and sometimes when she didn’t like it, she would eat off your plate. You never minded because of how much you mother her. Now, the waffles and coffee taste like a simpler time when your biggest worries were an exam over a topic you didn’t really understand and how to deal with Mina’s high school struggles.

The conversations have been pleasant so far, topics mostly concerning the wedding, especially decorating. Mina has decided loosely on a boho chic meets the city theme, which combines the aesthetic of popular Pinterest weddings and Mina’s actual lifestyle. Her inability to commit to one option is slowly withering down your sanity. It’s difficult for her to distinguish what the internet wants and what she actually wants. Maybe once she starts buying more decorations she will stick to the theme.

As you eat, you listen to them talk, occasionally throwing in your opinion. After taking a large bite, you notice Kyungmi opening the camera app on her phone.

“Let’s take a picture for Instagram!” Kyungmi chirps, already holding out the device for a selfie.

You quickly swallow and swipe your tongue across your teeth for any stuck food before leaning in and smiling for the photo. Kyungmi spams the shutter button in case someone blinks and sifts through all the pictures for the best one.

“What’s your username on Instagram?” She asks you so that she can tag you, to which you answer.

The conversations resume as Kyungmi gets distracted with the social media app, but after tagging everyone, she turns to you again.

“Why don’t you ever post?” Apparently, she crept on your profile.

“I don’t really get on there anymore.”

“Why?”

The real reason is something you don’t want to admit right now, especially to someone much younger than you who won’t understand. You don’t want to see all the cool things people you grew up with are doing. You want to be happy for them, but you just can’t because a large part of you is jealous. You want to be doing the same things, like the adult you’re supposed to be. You only ever get on when Mina asks you to go like whatever she just posted.

“I don’t do anything fun to post about, so I just don’t get on,” you keep it simple.

“You can just post selfies and stuff. You don’t have to post only amazing adventure-like things.”

But you don’t want others to see that you’re not doing anything with your life. The people following you are those you know from high school and college. There were such high expectations for you that you have yet to reach. You don’t want them to think you’re a lonely, sad adult who still works in retail. With the stigma around that career, being single, and your age, it’s frankly embarrassing.

“Or post pet pictures and videos. Those are always so cute,” Kyungmi adds with a chipper smile.

“Oh, I don’t have a pet.” You can barely take care of yourself, let alone an entire other being. Maybe taking on that responsibility would help you feel more independent and teach you how to take better care of yourself. It would be like a precursor to having a child… right?

On Kyungmi’s profile, you courtesy follow her back, but your attention diverts to how organized her photos are with a specific aesthetic. Her first few rows of posts make your entire account look pathetic. Not only does she have an aesthetically pleasing curation of pictures but also a large following with high engagement. Scrolling through her posts, you kind of wish to be admired as much as her.

“Why do people keep commenting ‘Heather?’ Who’s Heather?” You question looking through comments of one of her posts.

“It means the person they’re calling Heather is beautiful and, like, they wish they were that person. It has to do with a song,” she answers like you won’t understand it if she explains the whole thing, leaning into the stereotypical belief of older generations not understanding social media. That peeves you because the people in your age group are the pioneers of social media.

“Oh, I thought it had to do with the movie Heathers.”

The younger girls start laughing at you, making comments about you being old and out of touch. You didn’t need confirmation of that when you already give yourself a hard time for it. It feels a bit alienating.

“I did too,” Sejeong quietly says to you. 

Although they move on, you are stuck on how unaware you are of newer societal norms. Growing up, you always swore that you would never not know what is going on on the internet to avoid becoming “old.” Yet here you are being confused over slang. You’re not that old… right? 

In the midst of your existential crisis, you feel your phone go off in your pocket, surprised upon seeing who has texted you.

From: Mark
hey
10:42 AM

You sit for a moment in silence as everyone else chatters away happily. You really shouldn’t respond, but god, do you crave intimacy. Giving in to Mark always leaves you wanting emotional attachment. Maybe this time you can keep your feelings out of it because you know what will happen. All of this wedding stuff just reminds you of how alone you are.

From: You
Hey
10:44 AM

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From: Mark
wyd
10:45 AM

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From: You
Having brunch with some friends. You?
10:45 AM

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From: Mark
nothing
10:46 AM

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From: Mark
you want to go out tonight?
10:46 AM

As much as you want to convince yourself that you’re strong enough to hold back this time, you have to acknowledge all the instances he has done this before. You knew what he was going to do those times and still couldn’t manage your feelings. Fulfilling a momentary need doesn’t justify hurting yourself in the long run.

From: You
I can’t. I have to be up early tomorrow.
10:47 AM

When you leave the restaurant, you decide to ride with Sejeong while the younger ones ride together to the specialty dress store. Although you have taken on a motherly role among the bridal party, you don’t feel like subjecting yourself to being heckled for being out of the loop. The drive is fairly quiet until your phone buzzes again. You expect it to be Mark trying to guilt you into seeing him, but you are met with San’s name on your lock screen.

From: San
Would Mina be mad if we got bolo ties?
11:31 AM

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From: You
Um yes
11:31 AM

“San just asked if they could get bolo ties for the wedding,” you break the silence with a sigh. Sejeong furrows her brows at the road.

“What the hell are bolo ties?”

“They’re those leather cord ties with slider clasps.”

“Aren’t those, like, a cowboy thing?”

“Yeah,” you sigh again.

“Why are the guys so dumb? Every time we do something, they ask something stupid.”

“Right?” You laugh and then feel your phone vibrate again.

From: San
What about ascots?
11:34 AM

“Now, he’s asking about ascots.”

“What the fuck? Why isn’t he sending those to the group chat? I want to clap back,” she complains lightly smacking the steering wheel for emphasis.

“He only wants to annoy me, but I feel like San and Yunho would actually buy those just to piss Mina off.”

From: You
Wtf?? Just get normal ties.
11:36 AM

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From: San
For our wedding, I’m wearing a fun tie
11:36 AM

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From: You
We will never get married.
11:37 AM

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From: San
Why not?
11:37 AM

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From: You
Do you really think we would ever be together?
11:38 AM

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From: San
Idk. I might just make you mine.
11:38 AM

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From: You
Good luck with that.
11:39 AM

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From: San
I don’t need luck.
11:39 AM

“I think he’s just trying to find an excuse to text you,” Sejeong says belatedly.

You can’t help but guffaw, “What? No! He has always been like this. He knows I can’t stand him.”

From: You
You know, you’re kinda romantically impulsive.
11:41 AM

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From: San
You think I’m romantic?
11:41 AM

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From: You
That’s not what that means.
11:42 AM

His replies seem to end as you pull into a parking spot. The specialty store you walk into looks sort of like a warehouse; it contains a wide range of styles and colors. It is somewhat overwhelming with the amount of options. Since Mina has not decided on some vague idea of dresses for you, you dread how long this trip might take.

“What colors are you thinking?” Kyungmi asks, eyes scanning the different sections of styles.

“A dark beige, coral, or maroon. Maybe navy. I don’t know yet,” Mina says giddily.

“Oh, my god, Mina! You need to decide. You don’t have a lot of time,” Kyungmi chides, gawking at her with wide, concerned eyes.

“I know!” Mina whines cutely, “I don’t know what would look good for that time of year.”

“That doesn’t matter! What do youwant?”

“It’s not that simple!”

“Mina, do not start quoting The Notebook to me,” Kyungmi groans and grabs her wrist to tug her to the color swatch samples, “It’s not rocket science. Pick one.”

Mina grumbles unintelligibly to herself as she sifts through the selections. Warm-toned swatches collect in her hand, and you’re relieved she’s not leaning towards cool tones because you know those will make everyone look washed out in the photos. Now, you can only hope she picks a simple dress made of breathable materials.

Sejeong sticks to your side as you browse through the rows of dresses. You have no idea what would fit Mina’s theme or what she wants. The only thing you have to go off of is her personal style, which is heavily based on whatever is trending.

“This makes me want to get married. I’m getting old. Why am I not married yet?” Yoojung whines, combing through a nearby rack of silk dresses.

You and Sejeong glance at each other.

“What does that make us?” Sejeong asks, feigning anger.

One of Yoojung’s hands flies over her own mouth as she realizes what she said in front of the two eldest members of the entire wedding party, who also happen to be not married.

“You’re 22. You have plenty of time,” Sejeong assures.

“At least you have a boyfriend,” you mutter quietly to Sejeong.

“Yeah, of four years. Where is my ring?!”

“Get away from those dresses. They’re too expensive,” Mina calls from a few isles away.

Not even concerned about the price beforehand, you check a tag of one. $2,000.

“I wouldn’t even spend that much on my wedding dress,” Sejeong scoffs, walking away.

“Aren’t you dating a CEO?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think a dress is that important. I’ll only wear it once.”

She has a point, but the one occasion you wear it is supposed to be important. Every detail of that day is supposed to be important… or is that just what you have been conditioned to believe? Raised in a society where expensive means better, you just assume you will have a large, extravagant wedding. But is that really what you want?

Additionally, a budget for your own wedding has never really crossed your mind since marriage is so far off in your future. You’re not drowning in money, but you make enough to get by. You can’t afford a house or a new car manufactured within the last few years, things most people your age have. Some of them even have kids; you don’t know if you can afford to have one any time soon… not that that is an option. Maybe you can go to a sperm bank when you’re 30 or something. Hopefully, it won’t come to that.

Your phone vibrates the text notification pattern in your jeans, and you instinctively pull up the message, following Sejeong and Yoojung to where the others are. The sender’s name makes you roll your eyes before reluctantly reading what he sent.

From: San
Babygirl
12:27 PM

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From: You
Don’t ever call me that again.
12:27 PM

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From: San
lol what colors did Mina say they wanted for the wedding?
12:28 PM

“They wanted” is more like “Mina wanted.” Mingi doesn’t really care for the theatrics of a wedding, giving her free rein to plan it; he just wants to marry her. A simple man is he.

From: You
She still doesn’t know.
12:28 PM

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From: San
Then how are we supposed to order our suits?
12:29 PM

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From: You
Just let the tailor get your measurements and you can order them later.
12:30 PM

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From: San
7 inches pushing 8
12:30 PM

He is insufferable. Based on that picture he sent a while back, you know he is joking.

From: You
I think you might be holding the ruler the wrong way.
12:31 PM

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From: San
You want a pic for proof?
12:31 PM

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From: You
Absolutely not.
12:32 PM

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From: San
All I saw was absolutely
12:32 PM

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From: You
If you send me a dick pic, your life ends tonight.
12:33 PM

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From: San
Sounds kinky
12:33 PM

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From: San
You can double check it then
12:33 PM

With a scoff, you shove your phone back into your pocket. When you look up, Mina gives you a weird look with two dresses in her hand.

“You don’t like them?” She asks.

“What? No, San just texted me asking about colors,” you answer, but now that you are studying the dresses, neither of them are actually pretty.

“Oh… Well, I can’t find anything. I want you to have, like, fashionable dresses, but none of them catch my eye.”

“We can go to a different store,” Kyungmi reminds her.

“Yeah, but that would have to be another day, and I don’t know if I can get all of you together again.”

“Are the colors throwing you off?” You question, noticing the dresses in hand are all similar colors.

“Maybe. I have so many colors I like, but I’ve been avoiding the ones I don’t.”

“Then, start looking at those. This store doesn’t have every style in every color in stock.”

“Okay,” Mina pouts, “If any of you find a dress you like, grab it. Maybe one of us can find a good one.”

You abandon the criterion of the theme and solely search for a dress that is pretty, seemingly comfortable, affordable, and not too fitted. A pale blue chiffon dress sticks out among the purple shades on a rack. You lift the hanger off the metal rail and hold it out in front of you. It has an A-line silhouette with a deep v-neckline and pleated skirt. The sleeves are long and have slits to the shoulders. It looks elegant compared to what Mina currently has on hold in the dressing room, but you have a feeling she will think the style is for “old people.” Conservative styles are considered ugly for some reason. God forbid you wear something to feel comfortable. If it has a lot of coverage or is not form-fitting, it’s out of style, or at least in Mina’s opinion. Nonetheless, you carry the dress with you.

After scanning a few more racks, Mina announces across the store, inconsiderate of the other customers, that she’s ready for all of you to try on the several dresses picked out. Unfortunately, you only found one dress, but hopefully, there is a suitable dress among the selected. As you approach the dressing rooms, Mina is checking Sejeong’s and Yoojung’s dresses.

“What dress do you have?” She questions when you stop next to Sejeong.

You hold up the blue dress and study their reactions, which don’t give you much hope. Mina’s face becomes unreadable.

“Is that a mother-of-the-bride dress?” Yujin laughs, and the other younger girls agree with grins.

The attention shifts to Kyungmi, leaving you feeling defeated. You see Sejeong move closer out of the corner of your eye before she whispers in your ear.

“Every time Yujin opens her mouth, the more unlikeable she becomes. I’m trying to be neutral and nice but fuck.”

You nod with wide eyes to emphasize your agreement. Yujin’s attitude toward you has started to sour ever since that day you visited that wedding venue. Any chance she can bring you down she takes. If it’s just jealousy over your interactions with San, you will graciously hand him over to her. Due to circumstances with Mina, you cannot do that, and an obscene part of you does not want him to flirt with her. Also, it is not even your fault; he is the one coming to you. In some weird way, you like his attention although it won’t— can’t go anywhere. It’s better that he hits on you who will not give in.

With everyone holding out their picks, Mina chooses which ones she likes for you to try on. It doesn’t come as a surprise when she tells you that she doesn’t like yours. She also doesn’t like Yujin’s extremely short and fitted dress, stating that she likes it but it’s too sexy for a wedding. An assistant ushers you into separate rooms and heads to grab the dresses in your sizes. The first few dresses are ready inside your dressing rooms, which Mina eagerly encourages all of you to hurry to try them on.

You notice something about the dresses Mina has pulled. They all have a bold and kind of distracting feature, such as ruffles, uncommon fabrics, or shiny sequins. Simple and plain would allow her to shine in her wedding dress. After all, it is hers and Mingi’s day, not anyone else’s.

The lilac dress is… something. It isn’t what you would have guessed her to pick. This is an ugly start to finding bridesmaid dresses. There is no way Mina will like this one actually on all of you. In the mirror of your stall, you smooth your hands over the large ruffles on the bodice, hoping to flatten it a bit, but it doesn’t work. You can see this one maybe on a runway but not for a wedding, specifically Mina’s wedding.

Stepping out of the dressing room, you compare yourself to the others to your right. The dress looks a lot better on Sejeong, Yujin, and Yoojung. Gaze shifting to Kyungmi on your left, you notice she looks just as uncomfortable as you feel. The two of you don’t look like the rest of the girls; they can pull off the tight-fitted dresses. Sejeong has an athletic build, Yujin is blessed with an S-line body shape, and despite her chubby cheeks, Yoojung can’t gain weight easily.

Unfortunately, Mina isn’t picking up on you and Kyungmi radiating distress as she makes heart eyes at the dresses on the other three.

“They look so pretty!” She beams while Sejeong shows her the backside.

You awkwardly adjust the large ruffles and stare at your reflection in the mirror on the wall across from your dressing room.

“These are hideous,” Kyungmi whispers to you, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

Nodding, you peer over at Mina who is now walking over to you with a wide smile.

“You guys look so beautiful!”

A part of you wants to ask her if she’s blind because this dress is in no way flattering. Even with alterations, there is no saving this dress. You’re about to put Mina under citizen’s arrest on behalf of the fashion police for this crime against humanity.

“Get together for a picture!” She waves her hands excitedly as she steps back enough to get all of you in the frame.

The satin fabric feels like it’ll rip easily if you don’t move carefully, which isn’t something you can be mindful of on the wedding day. With the lowest price of all the dresses, it isn’t surprising that the material isn’t sturdy.

Sejeong happens to make eye contact with you when all of you disperse to your rooms and detects your ignored exasperation.

“I don’t think this dress is the right one. It’s flashy and shouldn’t stand out more than your dress,” she tries to reason with Mina, who doesn’t look fully convinced.

After trying on two other dresses Mina found, one made with unbreathable velvet fabric and one sequined dress with a skirt slit that goes up a little too high, you squeeze into the short fit and flare satin dress Yoojung picked out. Just as you finally get the zipper up, Yoojung steps out to show Mina the dress.

“Oh, that doesn’t look good at all,” Mina says and then yells to the rest of you, “Never mind, don’t bother with Yoojung’s dress!”

This irks you. How is it that when a dress does not look good on the more fit bridesmaids, it is no longer an option, but when that happens to you and Kyungmi, it is still considered? With a clenched jaw, you begrudgingly try on the dresses Kyungmi and Sejeong picked. Kyungmi’s is turned down for the busy floral pattern, but Sejeong’s square neck chiffon dress with pockets is a maybe. The pockets are the only reason you like that one.

The last dress is a coral empire dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves. The floor-length chiffon skirt looks prettier when on a person rather than the hanger. You dawdle out of your stall and check out the other bridesmaids.

Out of all the dresses you have tried on, this one looks fairly good on all of you. Obviously, the same style isn’t going to be the best on every body shape in the bridal party, but this might be the best you can find. It’s a pretty color and looks pretty good on you and Kyungmi. At this point, you don’t really care how it looks on the other three.

Yet Mina isn’t so sure about it, saying that it looks like it’s missing something. Before you commit murder, you shuffle back in the dressing room. While changing back into your clothes, you notice you have a text message from San. Mina is rushing all of you up on the other side of the curtain, thus you save it for the ride back to Mina’s apartment to get your car. The other bridesmaids in the same boat chat about the dresses as you discretely open the image he has sent for a better look. 

From: San

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1:52 PM

Just as you expected, he is, in fact, hot in a suit. You’re going to have to walk down the aisle with a man who should be put in the Met because he is an actual work of art. None of these dresses will help you look even remotely decent next to him. Your mood plummets once again.

From: You
Stop texting me. I’m not in the mood to deal with you.
2:04 PM

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From: San
What’s wrong?
2:06 PM

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From: You
All the dresses Mina has us try on don’t look good on me.
2:06 PM

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From: San
You don’t need one of those dresses to look good
2:07 PM

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From: San
Or any dress for that matter
2:07 PM

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From: You
How would you even know…
2:07 PM

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From: San
I’ve told you I have a good imagination.
2:08 PM

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From: You
Keep dreaming.
2:08 PM

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From: San
Dreams can come true, right?
2:09 PM

Your cheeks burn, and you shove your phone back into your jeans. Although you don’t show it, his stupid teasing has made you feel a little better. The compliments tend to your need to be wanted, even if they are lies. You wonder if he does this shit on purpose because he knows what he’s doing, like he has some sixth sense that allows him to see inside your mind. Could he be that emotionally in tune?

You don’t understand how your friends haven’t picked up on your disconnection from the present. It feels like you are drowning but no one sees or hears the splashing. When the time comes to go your separate ways, your negative thoughts don’t leave. If anything, the loneliness makes them worse. They waste your energy, and by the time you decide to start getting ready for bed, you realize how long you have dwelled on them.

As you strip down for a shower, you avoid looking in the mirror. To quell the negativity in your mind, you turn on your favorite playlist. But your attempts to escape your self-hate do not work for long. Maybe you should have hung out with Mark. It would feel better to be temporarily wanted than this soul-sucking feeling of being alone and no one caring. And maybe that is why you always run back to him, knowing he’ll never be yours, and you’ll never be his. No matter how hot the water is, your thoughts of him can’t be burned from your mind; no matter how long you let the spray pelt down on you, they can’t be weathered away.

Scrubbing down your body, you can’t help but wish you looked different. It would be so much easier to find a dress for the wedding… or a dress in general. There are so many things you would love to wear but can’t because you don’t feel confident in them. You have too many worries about how others will see and think of you. It shouldn’t matter what they think, and you know this. But that’s easier said than done. How does anyone not care about other people’s opinions?

The suds rinse off of you and wash away down the drain along with your self-esteem. Insecurities always get the best of you, and you have no one to confide in because no one understands. They only slap a bandaid of vague compliments on your self-inflicted wounds caused by your flaws and unconsciously-created comparisons to other girls.

You stand under the water a little longer trying to push away the negative thoughts, but they only find another thing to fret about. Your mind focuses on Mina’s relationship with Mingi, who completely adores her no matter how she looks. You want that; someone to fawn over you at your best and worst; someone attracted to you always, even when you just wake up with your hair messy and drool on your face; someone to love you unconditionally. But those are just unrealistic expectations, especially for someone your age. Everyone who would do all of that is already taken, and what’s left are those who will never learn to do those things. You should have found someone by now. Who could love you now? You’re going to die alone and-

A loud vibration of your phone on the sink counter rips you out of your self-hate fest, and you scramble to wrap up your shower. Once dried off, you tug on a shirt and pair of panties before returning to your living room. Your mind is momentarily brought back to the present to get you in bed, where you will inevitably be kept up by intrusive thoughts.

As you blow out the candle on your coffee table, there’s a knock at your door. Being a single woman living alone not expecting a visitor, every fear plays through your mind while you tiptoe to the door. You see an irritatingly familiar face through the peephole and reluctantly open the door to find San already smirking. 

“What are you doing here?” You sigh tiredly.

“You seemed sad earlier. I texted you that I was on my way over,” he replies, gently pushing the door further open. Ah, so he’s the reason your phone went off while you were showering.

You don’t stop him from coming inside as you notice the items in his hands.

“You brought flowers?”

“And ice cream.” He chirps, walking backwards to your kitchen with a bouquet and a plastic sack from a convenience store.

“That’s not going to help me look good in any of those dresses.”

“It’s one of those dairy-free, vegan, low-calorie brands.”

Those brands are expensive and hard to find in nearby stores. He really put thought and effort into this. There is no way in hell you’re going to let him see you swoon; he wants you to be putty in his hands. As you follow behind to find a vase for the flowers, you suddenly remember your state of dress and tug at the hem of your long, baggy t-shirt.

“I’m literally not wearing pants. I’ll be right back,” you say, hurrying to your bedroom.

“So?” He responds indifferently, and you’re surprised he doesn’t make a bigger deal out of it. “One less thing I have to take off.”

Never mind, there it is. You rush to pull on a pair of pajama shorts from your dresser and stumble back out into your living room to find him wandering around your apartment with his nose in the air. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, bemused by his behavior.

“It smells like coconuts in here?” He sniffs in different directions.

You chuckle watching him search around your kitchen with his nose. “It’s a wall plugin and some candles”

“Coconut is your favorite scent?”

“One of them, yeah.”

He hums in response as his gaze drifts down your body, “Are you wearing a pair of someone’s boxers?”

Looking at the article you threw on in haste, you notice which shorts you chose. 

“Uh, no, they’re those pajama shorts that are meant to look like ‘your boyfriend’s’ boxers.”

This seems to brighten the light inside his eyes, and a small grin spreads across his face. “You could just borrow mine.”

His words are loaded, which you try to unpack without giving away just how flustered you have become. Is he just being flirty? Does he just want to make your heart jump at the idea of wearing his clothes after you two have fucked? Or the most ridiculous option: does he want you to wear his clothes as a sign of exclusivity? Your overthinking is meaningless because you are not going to let any of them happen, and he has clearly moved on from the conversation.

As you find a vase, you instruct him to the bowls in your cabinets. With the bowls on the counter and the sink faucet filling up the vase, San reads the instructions on the flower food packet that comes with the bouquet. On the opposite side of the kitchen, you dig around for a large spoon. Once the flowers are placed in the water, he returns his attention to you, who is trying to scoop out the ice cream with all your strength. 

Having had enough of watching you struggle, he interrupts, “Let me do it.”

You slide the carton to him with a pout and focus on his hands scooping out the ice cream. The movement of the muscles and veins in his hands is mesmerizing. You wonder what it would be like to have his fingertips running down your body. His biceps also capture your gaze, them flexing with each scoop.

He’s able to serve the treat with ease, and it annoys you that you needed his help. You hate the feeling of depending on someone else; you don’t want to be a burden.

When he finishes, you put the lid back on the container and take it to your refrigerator, mentioning, “I’m putting the tub in the freezer, so don’t forget it when you leave.”

“Keep it. I got it for you,” he shrugs it off.

Your heart does a small flip at his kindness. He has never been one to do this, at least not for you. But you start to realize how little you actually know about him. Aside from the obvious surface level observations, you know nothing about his personal life with exceptions of the random TMI tidbits of his sexual endeavors.

Leading him over to your couch, you bashfully say, “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” His voice is sweet and sincere. He shoots you a smile before digging into his bowl.

“I would have cleaned up if I had known you were coming over,” you say with a mouthful of ice cream, a hand gesturing vaguely to your apartment.

“You’ve seen mine and Mingi’s apartment. This is nothing.”

A silence falls over you for a few moments before he speaks again, this time softer and concerned.

“I’m not intruding on your night, right?”

“No, I literally just got out of the shower and was going to lounge around anyway.”

“Damn, I just missed that?”

You scoff with warm cheeks when he peers up at you with a playful grin. From where you’re sitting, you have a perfect view of his dimple. Despite making a sexually charged joke, he is simply adorable, charming in a different way from his usual flirtatious self.

“Your words sometimes just don’t match how you look.”

He hums inquisitively, having just scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

“You say a lot of bold things while looking pure and innocent.”

“So it’s working,” he nods to himself with a sly little smirk.

“Huh?”

He doesn’t respond and just gazes into your eyes.

“What?” You ask, suddenly self-conscious with a hand coming up to feel for ice cream on your chin.

“Nothing, just getting lost in your eyes.”

Your face scrunches up as you cringe and return your focus to your bowl of ice cream as he laughs.

“You know, my great grandmother used to say that you can tell how someone is in bed by how they eat ice cream.”

You peek up at him in surprise. “What? Your great grandmother said that?”

“Apparently, Nana was wild back in the day. It makes sense though. If they bite it, they’re wild in the sheets. If they eat it quickly, they don’t last very long.”

You glance down at your almost empty bowl, and San’s eyes follow yours.

With a chuckle, he teases, “That’s disappointing, but we can work on that.”

His words lead you down a naughty path of self-indulgence. Your mind begins to fantasize about him crashing his lips into yours and kissing you hungrily while his hands tug at your clothes. You imagine him hoisting you up on a kitchen counter, standing between your legs, and dipping a hand into your shorts. You can almost hear him saying against your lips, “You’re not allowed to come until I say. You need to practice.”

“Have you ever even had a one-night stand?” His question comes out of nowhere, effectively pulling you out of your daydream.

“No, that’s one less problem I’m bringing home,” you answer honestly.

“What do you mean?”

“I getattached,” you reply with an unwavering stare.

A glimmer of guilt comes and goes inside his eyes. He clears his throat and changes the path of the conversation, “Weren’t you seeing someone?”

“Mark? Yeah,” you answer, avoiding his eyes, “But it didn’t really turn into anything. I wanted a relationship, and he didn’t which he didn’t make clear from the beginning. He just wanted a fuck buddy.”

San hums understandingly.

“He asked me earlier if I wanted to go out tonight. I told him I have work early in the morning.”

“Do you?” San asks, worried he’s keeping you up.

“No.”

“Why didn’t you just tell him you don’t want to?”

“He knows how to get me to say yes… It feels like I wasted those two months and every other chance I gave him after.”

“Did you have fun though?” That question could be taken as him prying into your sex life, but the innocent way he asks sounds like he isn’t referring to that at all.

“I guess, but it wasn’t what I wanted. It’s hard to be lonely sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, but that’s what friends are for.”

“Friends can’t help with everything. I’m not going to call up Mina for sex.”

“You have my number,” he quips with a smirk.

“As if you actually would,” you mutter as you place your bowl on the coffee table.

“There’s only one way to find out,” he says challengingly and laughs when you smack his arm.

After a moment, he adds quietly and innocently, “But if you are lonely, you can always call me.”

An awkwardness creeps up your spine; you’re not quite used to San reaching out his hand to pull you out of your loneliness. He seems genuine, but what if he isn’t serious and just saying it to be nice? You don’t allow yourself to follow that stream of questions.

“So, you didn’t get those dumb ties, did you?” You bring up his earlier shopping excursion, watching him finish his ice cream.

“Yeah, we all got matching bolo ties for the bachelor party.”

“Why are you guys like this?”

“I’m just kidding,” he laughs, his smile reaching his eyes, while stretching over to set his bowl next to yours, “Where’s your bathroom?”

You point to the door to which he enters. In his absence, you rinse the bowls out in the kitchen. Recently, he has been really nice to you, almost too nice. You’re still on the fence about his intentions. Is he doing this to trick you into a false security? Is he doing this because he actually cares about you and your happiness? You really hope it’s the latter.

When the bathroom door opens, he nonchalantly informs you, “You left a toy out in your bathroom.”

Your eyes shoot wide open, and you rush to hide it. Before you reach the threshold of the other room, San adds, “I was just kidding, but nice to know you do have one.”

“You are so annoying.”

“My offer still stands. You have my number,” he says, stepping closer to you. Before you can oppose, his index finger presses against your lips.

“It’s okay; you don’t have to say anything. I know your answer.”

As you swat his hand away, you grumble, “What are you talking about?”

“The eyes say what the mouth won’t.”

“What exactly are my eyes saying?” You humor him for a moment with your arms crossing over your chest.

“You’d prefer me over whatever little toy you have.”

“You haven’t seen it. Who said it’s little?” You raise your brows challengingly. His jaw hangs ajar as his brain tries to process your words.

“You’re right. The eyes do say what the mouth won’t,” you mock and plop back down on your couch.

He sighs, accepting his defeat before changing the subject, “What do the dresses look like that Mina wants?”

“Hang on,” you say grabbing your phone and pulling up the pictures, “This is the one she liked the most.”

It’s a pretty lilac, but it has too many large ruffles to be flattering. While the size was right, the fit was too tight. Not all body types look good in it.

“I can’t see when you’re that far away,” he hints that you should move closer from the other side of the couch.

Reluctantly, you scoot across the cushions and hold your phone right in his face sarcastically. Throwing you a glare, he takes it to get a better look.

“I looked like a busted can of biscuits,” you sigh.

“Stop. No, you don’t.”

You repeat his words in a mocking tone as you pluck your phone from his hand. The next dress you find is the sequin dress; it’s pretty, but not for a wedding. Handing your phone over again, you catch San preoccupied with applying strawberry lip balm. You can faintly smell the fruity scent from being so close.

“Gotta keep them kissable.” He winks, and you roll your eyes.

After putting away the balm, he takes your phone to inspect. As he looks, you note his hair isn’t styled like usual. It looks soft and fluffy tossed across his forehead. He actually looks really cute… and you kind of want to feel how soft his hair really is.

“What’s wrong with this one?” His question pulls you out of your daze.

“The skirt slit goes up too high, and I don’t like the spaghetti straps.”

“It’s sexy,” he says, handing back the phone, “You should send that picture to me.”

“I will not be making a donation to your spank bank.”

He chuckles while you swipe to another dress. A photo of the floral dress you didn’t really like catches your attention.

“Oh, my god. I look old,” you say, zooming in on your face. San enters your personal space to see.

“No, you don’t.”

“I look like someone’s grandmother.”

“There’s nothing wrong with aging. We all do it.” He shrugs, and you lean away to make direct eye contact.

“Says the man who has looked the same for the last four years.”

“Are you calling me ‘baby?’”

“Yeah,” you sarcastically respond.

“I like that pet name,” he grins so closely to your face it’s almost infuriating.

“That’s not-” You stop yourself and sigh because it’s not worth giving him the satisfaction of flustering you when he is already so smug.

“Anyway,” You swipe to the coral dress, “I think this style is the only one that looked okay on all of us, so this is my pick.”

“Why do you keep saying none of the dresses look nice on you? That one is really pretty on you,” he playfully scolds you.

“You’re just saying that because it’s the only one I’ll consider wearing.”

“No, I mean it.”

Before you argue further, something catches your eye on the floor. A fairly big black dot creeps across the rug underneath your coffee table. Out of fear, you squeal throwing your legs onto San’s lap, hands clinging to his arm.

“Whoa, if you wanted to cuddle, you could have just said so,” he chuckles and maneuvers you off of him to get up, “It’s just a spider.”

“I could have died if it bit me,” you yell after him as he grabs a cup from your kitchen. 

“It’s not even a venomous kind.”

You stare at the eight-legged creature making sure it doesn’t get away, and San shoos it into the cup to release it outside.

When he comes back in, you chide him, “Why didn’t you kill it? What if it gets back in here?”

“The worst thing it’ll do is eat bugs.”

You don’t know why it’s so surprising that he doesn’t kill spiders, but it’s kind of cute that he’s too soft to do it.

“Anyways, since you’re going to have a different color dress from the other bridesmaids, you should ask Mina if you can have a different style that suits you,” he continues the previous conversation as he settles back into the cushions next to you.

“I guess I could. There was a dress I liked that I didn’t get to try on because she didn’t like it on the hanger,” you rant, pulling up your text conversation with Mina on your phone to ask, “There was also one that was similar to that last one, but the sleeves had a bit of extra fabric that made it look kind of like a cape. I knew Mina wouldn’t like it, but I thought it was really cute.”

“Are you trying to be a superhero?”

“Maybe…” you shrug, “Or a villain.”

“Sounds accurate.”

“Hey!” You whine and playfully smack his arm.

“My point exactly.”

“Whatever. You’re mean,” you pout and change the subject, “What are you planning for the bachelor party?”

“I don’t know yet. Yunho had some ideas, but we haven’t really talked about it. Do you already have a plan?”

“Yeah, I think we’re going to a vineyard for a wine tasting and then going back to Mina’s for pizza and movies.”

“That’s so boring.”

“Well, Mina isn’t a huge partier, so…”

As your words trail off, your phone vibrates with a text from the aforementioned bride.

“She said she might let us pick our own styles in whatever colors she decides on.”

“See? I told you.”

“Thank god. I could literally kiss you right now.” The words effortlessly come out of your mouth, and a huge smirk spreads across his face.

“Nothing’s stopping you,” he comments, tilting his head to the side and raising that one eyebrow.

“Uh, my sanity.”

“It’s okay to be a little crazy.”

You hate the arrogant way he’s looking at you right now, but you’re also a bit entranced by it. How can he switch from adorable to sexy with a simple tilt of his head? It’s no wonder that he can catch eyes, steal sighs, and cause highs. He knows what he’s doing. He has mastered his angles and uses them to affect your little weak heart. You just want to grab him by his shirt and kiss him.

He has made you feel an array of positive emotions to the point you have almost forgotten about your despairing mood, and you’re extremely grateful for that. In this moment, you realize you haven’t given him the same in return, retaining any positive thought about him to yourself. You know that if you do, he will hold onto every word of it. He’s worried about your happiness while you’ve pretty much neglected his. Swallowing your pride, you decide to give in.

“I didn’t say anything earlier, but… you looked handsome in that tux.”

His hand flings up, and the backside rests against your forehead. “Are you feeling okay? You just gave me a compliment.”

Laughing, you push his hand away. “I can be nice.”

He gazes at you for a moment with a small smile before seemingly snapping out of it and checking his phone.

“I should probably go. It’s getting late.”

“Oh,” you say, watching him stand from the couch, “Well, thank you for…” Your words trail off as you don’t know what to call his sweet gesture.

“Of course,” he beams, and you swear his eyes twinkle as his smile reaches them. It almost makes you forget to breathe.

Begrudgingly, you follow him to your door to see him out.

“Goodnight,” you say and open the door for him.

“It was,” he grins cheekily while exiting your apartment.

Rolling your eyes, you continue, “Be safe.”

“Nah,” he responds, walking away.

“San!”

His cute laugh echoes down the hall, and your heart swells. Why does he have to be so fucking charming? He haunts your thoughts as you lay in bed waiting to fall asleep. You can’t get his stupid, handsome face out of your head. 

After tonight, you know he’s capable of being sweet and, dare you say it, potentially a good boyfriend. You don’t understand what has made him avoid committing to someone because he would be such a caring partner. If he was like this all the time, you would fall so hard for him. A part of you really wants him to surprise you like that again. You want to be the center of his affection. He would never do that for very long though.

But what if…

❀Pairing: Yeosang x San, Background OT8

❀Genre: Smut, Humor

❀AU:Night Shift Verse, Office Au, Established Poly Relationship

❀Rating: 18+

❀WC: 1.6k

❀Tw: Swearing

❀Sw: Nude Massage, Prostate Massage, Handjob, Temperature Play, Blowjob, Sex Toy, Cum Swallowing, Slight Exhibitionism, Body Worship Undertones, Hair Pulling

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“I should thank Seonghwa-hyung for teaching me how to do this, shouldn’t I?”

San’s voice is a deep hum as he slowly kneaded and worked out the tension knots in Yeosang’s back. The only verbal response he got was a muffled whimper into a pillow. Slowly, a smile came to his face as he kissed between his shoulder blades.

“You’re hiding your voice again. I think it’s really cute when you do that.”

San pressed down on a particular spot, and a pop followed by a surprised noise came from Yeosang’s body before a deep rumble followed it. San’s eyes turned into crescents as his smile grew, tossing one leg over Yeosang’s hips. He lifted his body and moved with a near methodical slowness, settling himself on Yeosang’s ass as he continued to massage him, thumbs pressing into the muscle, rolling in small circles that gradually got wider.

“C-can you move a bit lower, please?”

San’s hands drifted down to the small of Yeosang’s back, kneading the small of his back. Once more, he was met with a muffled moan as he worked and a thought came to his mind.

“Turn around.”

Yeosang lifted his head in confusion.

“You’re sitting on-”

San silently lifted his hips, smiling sweetly as Yeosang got the hint, turning around and repositioning himself, holding San’s hips out of instinct. San sat down, noticing the way Yeosang squeezed his hips before not so subtly trying to shift him upwards to sit on his pelvis.

San tightened his thighs around his waist and sent him a devilishly sweet smile at the deer in headlights look on Yeosang’s face.

“Ah. What do you think you’re doing? I have to give you a massage. You’ve had a longandhardday in the office today, and on your birthday, no less. The least I can do is help you unwind my love~”

Yeosang glanced down at San’s hips before meeting his eyes.

“I really appreciate the massage, I do, but my-”

“-cock is rock hard, yes. Don’t worry. I’ll get to that.”

The tips of his ears went red and Yeosang promptly zipped his lips, moving his hands away from San’s hips and watching as the slightly younger man continued kneading and massaging him, admiring his body silently. Yeosang’s eyes never left San’s face, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“You’re staring.”

“I am. You working out with Jongho and Hoseok is paying off. Even if it is making you all tense and tight.” San met his gaze and booped his nose before moving back to his arms, tracing his fingers over the stretch marks the new muscle had created. Yeosang shuddered but relaxed into the pillow, nearly falling asleep from San’s talented hands until he shifted off of his lap and moved one of his oiled-up hands down to his cock.

The blonde’s eyes shot open-when the hell had he even closed them?-and he looked down, watching San slowly stroke him as he leaned forward, kissing the shell of his ear.

“The others should be back with your birthday cake and dinner in about half an hour or something like that. Are you ready for the fun part of this massage?”

“It’s my birthday, that’s part of the gift, right?”

A spark of chaos crossed San’s expression before he smiled and leaned in once more.

“You’re lucky your birthday is in the middle of the week or I’d ride you into the sunset but then we’d both have to miss work. Stay here.” He got up and darted out of the room, leaving Yeosang staring at his retreating form.

When he came back, he had a toy in his hand and two small bowls. Yeosang lifted his head to see better, realizing one bowl had ice, and the other had more warm oil. The toy was a small massager.

He watched San pop an ice cube into his mouth, blowing a kiss in his direction before he slicked his fingers up with the oil, slowly easing one into Yeosang as he held the vibrator onto the underside of his cock.

“Fuck-”

“Ah, don’t cover your mouth.”

Yeosang caught himself mid-motion, spreading his legs and bunching the sheets under his hand instead. San smiled and kissed his hip teasingly, cold tongue tracing i love you’s and little hearts along Yeosang’s skin every now and again.

“You’re t-teasing me on my birthday?”

“Ah, no. I’m massagingyou on your birthday. You can’t rush these things, Sangie. I thought you were one of the more patient ones~” San teased, slowly working his finger in and out of Yeosang, bringing the vibrator down towards the base of his cock. Yeosang whined and twitched again, his cock brushing against San’s cheek.

San let out a faux sigh and turned his head, blowing cool air onto Yeosang’s cock and smiling as he pulled the sheets.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday. I’ll be nice even if you’re impatient.” He wrapped his lips around the crown of Yeosang’s cock, pressing what was left of his ice cube against his cock with his tongue as he added a second finger. He moved the massager down to Yeosang’s balls, humming around his cock as the birthday boy’s hand found its way into his hair, slowly guiding him up and down.

His lips fell open while his eyes slipped closed, the quiet, restrained moans from before growing in volume as San took him all the way, settling and stilling with Yeosang fully down his throat. He ignored the slight pull to his hair, watching Yeosang’s face.

His eyes remained closed, his chest rising and falling harshly as his thighs twitched at either side of San’s head. He didn’t pull his hair anymore, realizing San had no intention of rushing, despite the fact that Yeosang could feel his orgasm creeping up, especially after the man began curling his fingers up in come hither motions.

“F-fuck! San wait-”

San swallowed around him, rolling the pads of his fingers over Yeosang’s prostate, the vibrator still buzzing against his balls. To his credit, Yeosang still kept himself from bucking and thrusting down San’s throat, but it was becoming incredibly evident he wouldn’t last much longer.

San could hear the distant sound of voices in the house, and a small glance at the bedside clock brought a hum from him that made Yeosang twitch and whimper.

“-aybe upstairs?”

San purred and began moving his head, curling and massaging Yeosang faster than before, watching as his muscles flexed and trembled. Yeosang was a bit too polite for his own good, San thought. He could fuck his throat raw right here and San would probably thank him for it, but for now, he focused on this cock humming and swallowing around Yeosang.

“S-San pull up, I’m gonna cum.”

A huff left San’s nose, akin to a laugh as he doubled down his efforts, pressing his fingers hard against his prostate, eyes narrowing at Yeosang in offense even though the other man’s eyes were still tightly closed.

“Happy birth-”

“San!”

San felt Yeosang’s cock throb as he came down his throat, with Hongjoong stopping short, wide-eyed as he held a cake in his hands. Wooyoung and Yunho nearly knocked him over as they struggled to stop their walking, bumping into him as they watched San slowly pull off of Yeosang’s cock. Jongho and Mingi peeked around Yunho’s frame and Seonghwa leaned against the doorframe, head tilted to the side as San made a show of showing them the load he had in his mouth before swallowing, pulling his fingers out of Yeosang.

“Um…make a wish?” Hongjoong blinked, a bit flustered himself as Yeosang hid his face, beet red.

“S-sorry!”

Seonghwa laughed and slowly began removing his watch and rings.

“Oh, don’t apologize. I’m sure we can find fun things to do for the birthday boy after we eat cake. Or should we eat you instead?” The mocha-haired man raised a brow and Wooyoung grinned.

“San already got started.”

“Give him a few minutes, I’m sure he’ll be ready for a few more.” Mingi chimed in and Yeosang blushed and sat up, looking at San in concern.

“Did I hurt your throat?”

“No, actually you could fuck my face till I cry and I’d appreciate that just as much. Maybe more, actually.”

Seonghwa clapped and sent them a smile as Hongjoong looked from the cake to the bed, unsure if he should come closer or let Yeosang recover.

“As much as I love hearing San talk about being a cock hungry pain slut, we have candles to blow out before blowing Yeosang’s back out. San’s birthday is right around the corner for that.”

Yeosang hid his face once more, groaning as Wooyoung, Mingi, and San burst into laughter. Hongjoong smiled and came closer, holding the cake up. Yeosang peeked from between his fingers, looking at the cake. He noticed the small white chocolate mascot in the center with the flower on his head and smiled, looking up at them all despite the blush on his face and his state of undress.

“We love you, Yeosang. Happy birthday, baby.”

Yeosang smiled and lifted his head, accepting kisses from each of his boyfriends before Jongho handed him his slice of cake. His nose scrunched as Wooyoung smudged cake icing on his cheek.

He could feel at least two pairs of eyes on him as he ate, patiently waiting.

It may only be on a Wednesday this year, but they don’t call it hump day for nothing, he supposed.

Maybe he could turn up a bit late tomorrow.

Just a bit.

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chat noir | choi san

word count: less than 1k

genre: black cat familiar! san x witch!reader, sort of of angst?, suggestive, overprotective san

warnings: drunk man harasses reader, implied smut, blood (nothing super gorey)

a/n: this is the most spiciest thing ive ever written and it’s not even that hot lmfao also pls lmk if i missed any warnings!

the moon shone brightly in the starry night sky as you wiped off blood from your familiar’s face in your old pick up truck.

“san, how many times have i told you to not get into fights for me?” you scold as you dab an alcohol pad on his face.

a hiss erupted from your familiar, “too many times.”

“then why do you still do it?” one of your hands holds san’s chin between your fingers as you tilt his head to examine for more cuts.

“he kept touching you, miss.” he answered, the same firey glint in his eyes still there. “he would’ve kept doing that to other women or you, if i didn’t come in.”

“i had the situation under control san.”

you opened another band aid to place on his cheek, your mind drifting back to what happened a few moments ago.

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