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❯ Today I offer you this paper San inspired by the new MV 👐 💥💛 ❮
Hey hey bestie! How about San with the genre of fluff and the title “Arts and Crafts”?
ꕥPosted: 9/23/21
ꕥGenre: Fluff
ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x San
ꕥWord Count: 432
ꕥWarnings: Language and hella fluff
ꕥTag List: @cappujinho @bobateastay @nevieatiny @onceonafullmoon @hxneyboy
ꕥA/N: Hey hey girl! Hope you enjoy this one and thanks for the request ;)
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You sat around your shared kitchen table, various childhood crafts and supplies splayed across the wood. The minute San heard you had never made a macaroni necklace, he dragged you to the nearest craft store and bought an assortment of noodles and other supplies to make up for your “terribly sad childhood,” according to San.
You had to admit you were a bit confused though. If he wanted you to make a macaroni necklace so bad, why did he keep stealing your noodles? Sure, he was making his own necklace, but there were plenty of noodles for the both of you.
The bastard.
“If you don’t stop that I will actually break your kneecaps.” You scolded, looking not at all intimidating as you tried to hide your smile.
San threw his head back and laughed before he stole another noodle from your hands, “Ah come on, let me have a little fun.”
“I don’t appreciate your mockery of my art,” You motioned to the necklace he was holding, “Besides, we’ve got plenty of pasta so stick to your own necklace, you monster.”
He smiled as he took another glance at the macaroni necklace in your hands, “I’m pretty sure you’re doing it wrong.”
“Okay that’s it.” You stood up and pounced on his shoulders, laughing as he feigned being hurt.
He shook you off, gently tossing you to the floor. San fell down with you, his arms outstretching to prop himself up. As he leaned closer to your lips you felt your heartbeat quicken.
You spoke in barely a whisper, “That was very rude of you, you know that?”
San raised a brow and gave you a lopsided smile, “Oh you were totally asking for it, though.”
“Was not.”
“You actual child.”
“You were the one who suggested we make macaroni necklaces and you’re calling me a chi-?”
The man pressed a quick kiss to your lips to stop you from talking. His plush lips moved in time with yours and you giggled as you felt him smile against your kiss.
“Actually,” San murmured against your lips, “I think your necklace looks great. I just like how cute you look when I give you hell.”
“How charming.”
“Oh you love me.” San whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your neck, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation.
Your eyes crinkled as you smiled, love in your eyes. “I’ll deny that ‘till my dying breath.” The way you said it, it might as well have been ‘I love you.’ After all, the silver band around your left ring finger said otherwise.
So um. Would anyone read a sub!san imagine if I wrote it or nah 👉👈
I’m so in love with pink haired San bc obviously he’s gorgeous but he also fits in with my aesthetic—
A Plane For Two~
ꕥPosted: 8/21/20
ꕥGenre: Smut, Fluff
ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x San
ꕥWord Count: ~1.3k
ꕥWarnings: Protected sex, fingering, language
ꕥA/N: This was requested and I hope you all like it! Requests are still open but please keep in mind that I have gone back to college so they might not get done as quickly as before. Also, in case you can’t tell, the nickname Kitten for me is just 😩👌🥵
“Are you ready, babe?” San asked with a dimpled smile.
“Absolutely! I’m so excited!”
Today was the day San and I were headed to Paris. I had never been outside my country before and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but San always made me feel safe and confident. There’s no one I’d rather travel with. Although we’d been dating for over a year, this was our first vacation together. I was so ecstatic when he told me that he planned the entire trip just for us. I felt like we’d reached a new place in our relationship.
I remember when we told our friends we’d be leaving. The both of us were going to be gone for two weeks so we obviously had to let them know. San gathered the seven men in our apartment living room.
I gave a wide smile, “San and I are going to Paris! We’ll be gone for two weeks so just a heads up.”
“Ughhh I’m jealous as hell. I wanna go to Paris.” Hongjoong pouted and crossed his arms.
“I’m not.” Mingi shrugged.
We all turned to him, waiting for his explanation. He gave us a timid look then laughed, “I don’t speak croissant.”
Everyone burst into laughter. It was probably the hardest I’ve laughed in a while. Overall, they were quite excited for us. Yunho insisted that we take as many pictures as possible and Yeosang gave us the ‘wise’ advice to not get into a fight with a mime. “They have no mercy,” He told us. I simply nodded, not bothering to question his reasoning.
Looking around our apartment, I double checked that we had everything we needed. When I saw we left nothing behind, we drove off. We arrived at the airport roughly two hours early but both of us were just so excited we couldn’t help it.
For the past two months we had both been learning French in preparation for our trip. Our French had become pretty good given the time frame, if I’m honest.
There were several restaurants in the airport so we decided to stop for a bite before we headed off.
“McDonalds, babe?”
“San I will kick your ass if we eat fast food. We’re going to Paris, dammit.”
He shook his head and smiled. “You have passed your first test, A plus to you.”
“Oh there’s a test? Why wasn’t I informed of this?”
“Pop quiz.”
The two of us found a cute little cafe to eat at. It was a beautiful Italian restaurant, complete with ornate decor. The golden lights lit up the room, giving it a cute aura.
We sat down and looked at the menu. I was pretty impressed given it was an airport restaurant. A woman asked us for our order and I couldn’t help but notice her eyeing up San. I grabbed his arm and put it around my shoulder. Back off, bitch. He’s mine. I didn’t have the balls to say it, but I certainly thought it. The woman saw my actions and looked down, obviously defeated. The woman quickly left after we selected our food, sparing no time in leaving us.
San turned to me with a playful look in his eyes, “Someone’s jealous.”
“Yeah actually I am. You’re mine.”
San gave me a sweet smile, “You’re cute.”
As we received our food we took our time to eat, discussing the places we’d like to visit, restaurants we were excited to eat at, and everything in between.
Bellies full, we walked over to where our plane would be boarding. And now, the waiting game began. It hit me how tired I truly was so I ended up in San’s lap telling him I’d only take a quick nap. The man smiled, not believing me.
I hated to admit that he was right but the next thing I knew, San was waking me up with a gentle voice as our plane number was called. The two of us looked at one another with an excited expression.
Holding hands, we boarded the plane and took our seats. I saw a male flight attendant eyeing me and I smiled to myself, waiting until San noticed, because I knew he would.
I felt a hand grab my chin and turn my head roughly before I felt a pair of soft lips interlocking with mine. I kissed back, knowing it was my jealous boyfriend. When I pulled back I was met with San’s tense eyes.
Smiling, I mocked his words earlier. “Someone’s jealous.”
He simply rolled his eyes and intertwined our fingers, placing his head on my shoulder. I chuckled to myself and looked back to where the flight attendant was previously. He was nowhere to be found.
We had intended to stay awake during the flight. Key word: intended. I ran my hands through San’s hair and within minutes he fell asleep. I knew he was exhausted and I didn’t have the heart to wake him. Watching him sleep so peacefully made me tired and I soon drifted off to sleep once again.
This time, I was the one to wake San up. The loud voice over the intercom startled me awake but he clearly didn’t have the same problem.
“Baby, we’ve gotta wake up.” I cooed.
He swatted at the air and pouted. “Five more minutes.” The roughness of his voice turned me on more than I’d like to admit, but I laughed it off and got the man to stand up and help me get our luggage.
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In the blink of an eye, it seemed, we were in the heart of Paris. Some people quickly rushed here and there, some appearing relaxed at gorgeous eateries, but all were dressed in beautiful apparel. I was thankful that the both of us decided to dress up.
San in a purple sweater with the sleeves rolled up, causing his forearms to show—pinch me—and I in a light yellow dress with beautiful flowers adorning it.
“Where would you like to go babe?” San questioned.
I let out a chuckle, “Anywhere. Everywhere.”
San squinted and nodded. “I think we can make that happen.”
Although we didn’t quite go everywhere, we certainly saw as most of Paris as one can in two weeks. We hit all the classic tourist spots; the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, Le Marais, and the Seine River. Thanks to a quick Google search we found some other fascinating places to go like Montmartre, Sacré-Coeur Basilica, and the Tuileries Garden. Every one of them had their own charm and were completely breathtaking.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and two weeks went by in a flash. We soon arrived home, and I couldn’t help but thank San endlessly for the trip.
“This trip was...beyond amazing, San. Thank you so much for this.”
“Of course. Only the best for my girl.”
I smiled and kissed him gently. I only had innocent intentions, but San had other things in mind.
San bit my bottom lip and wrapped his arms around my waist. He held me tight against him, making me flush. The man smiled into the kiss and slowly began to raise my shirt over my head.
“This okay babe?” San asked between our heated kisses.
“Yes. I want this.”
At my words he threw my shirt off, soon ridding himself of his own shirt.
I felt myself grow wet at the his dark gaze. The lust in his eyes seemed to grow by the moment. I couldn’t help but feel submissive when he looked at me like that and I was more than willing to let him take the lead.
He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as we continued to kiss. He carried me to our shared room and dropped me on the queen sized bed. I quickly took off my skirt and tossed it to the floor. San gave me a dark gaze and ran his fingertips up and down my thighs. I shivered, growing more aroused by the second. As he continued his movements, I grew impatient.
“Please for the love of god get inside me.”
San let out a loud laugh, “You sound so desperate, baby. I love it.” He emphasized the last sentence which made my walls clench, desperate for something, anything.
My boyfriend must’ve seen the desperation on face because he gave me a sympathetic look. He decided not to lead me on for too long—thank god.
He spread my legs and lowered my panties. My breathing grew ragged just from the smallest of his touches. San really had me whipped.
Slowly, he entered a single finger in me. His pace gradually grew in response to my moans. When he added another, I let out a borderline pornographic moan. He leaned down so his mouth was beside my ear. “You’re doing wonderful, kitten.”
Kitten was a nickname San solely used when he wanted sex. I’d grown to connect the two so closely that even if he mentioned the word, I’d become wet.
I whimpered. Whether at the nickname or the three fingers now inside me, I couldn’t tell.
Just as I was approaching my orgasm, San removed his fingers and I groaned at how empty I felt.
“Patience, darling.”
San kicked off his jeans and boxers and grabbed a condom from his bag.
Opening the foil, he placed the condom on his member. My mouth watered at the sight.
“Please, San. I need you.”
He entered me at a quick enough pace to make me see stars.
“Kitten if you keep clenching around me like that I’m gonna cum already.”
“I...I’m sorry I just—can’t help it. You feel so good, baby.”
It only took several thrusts from him before the coil in my abdomen was threatening to come undone. I never knew how he did it, but he could always make me fall apart faster than any man I’d been with before. Not that they were bad, necessarily, but San was just so good.
“San, baby. Please, please, please don’t stop I’m so close.”
“Already, kitten? Do I make you feel that good?”
I could barely form sentences at that point. Between heated breaths I whispered, “Yes. You always do. Make me feel so fucking good.”
He growled in response. “Cum for me then. I expect you to cum hard, you understand kitten?”
“Fu-uck yes yes I understand.”
His hand moved down to run my clit in steady circles and I found my relase. I arched my back off the bed and moaned loud. San came a few thrusts after me, letting me watch as his face twisted in pleasure. From that sight alone I could probably cum again.
He gave a dashing smiled as he came down from his high, pulling out of me and running to grab a warm towel.
San returned to clean me up, watching me with soft eyes.
“I don’t say it enough, but you mean the world to me. No one means anything to me in comparison to you. I love you.”
I scoffed, “You tell me that all the time you big doofus. Really though, I love you too.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m awfully tired. Would you care to cuddle with me sweetheart?”
“I’d be honored.”
Next Door Neighbor~
ꕥPosted: 7/16/20
ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut
ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x San
ꕥWord Count: ~1k
ꕥWarnings: Oral (m&f recieving), praising, unprotected sex, fingering, language
ꕥA/N: Apparently this has fluff too bc I guess I can’t solely write smut lol whoops
God San was hot. Watching him just did something to me. Watching him fix his roof, shirtless, made my head spin. The way his muscles moved and his sweat dripped down his chest had me practicing drooling. And dammit I was gonna get some.
I couldn’t count the amount of times I had touched myself to the thought of him. Or the numerous wet dreams I woke up from involving him. I wanted him bad. I needed him.
Slipping on my torn high-waisted shorts and sheer body-con crop top, my thoughts were all on him. I wore my cutest purple lacy lingerie set underneath knowing that was his favorite color. San told me that perhaps a year ago when I first moved into the neighborhood. I was wearing a purple dress then, and he certainly noticed. I remember the slight blush on his cheeks after I made some flirty remark then walked away. Leaving him wanting more.
Every time I was near him there was sexual tension. I knew he felt it too because of the tent in his jeans I’d see.
Putting on a pair of cat-eye sunglasses and grabbing two large cups of lemonade, I made my way outside. Walking across the street I got a closer look at him and my breath hitched. San was faced away from me, muscles glistening with sweat.
Fuck. I thought. Keep your composure. All in good time.
“Hey San?” I called out, watching him turn around, “You’re gonna get heat stroke out here. Wanna lemonade?”
“Sure! Thanks, I’ll be right down.”
I watched him as he climbed down the ladder and walked over to me.
I handed one of the cups of lemonade to him, taking a drink from my own cup.
He gave me an innocent dimpled smile and my mind started to race. You don’t fool me. I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re not as innocent as you lead on.
“So what are you doing out here, y/n?”
I removed my sunglasses before I spoke, tucking them in the back pocket of my shorts.
“Actually I saw this pretty hot guy working on his roof and thought I might offer him a drink.”
San grinned, “Damn. Man sounds like a stunner.”
“Oh he is.”
He raised an eyebrow and gave me a playful look. My eyes unintentionally trailed down to his abs. They weren’t incredibly prominent but damn they were there. San gently grabbed my chin and raised my head up to look him in the eyes.
“Like what you see, doll?”
I could feel my panties getting wet but did my best to ignore the feeling.
“I do,” I grabbed the hand he placed on my chin and ran it down the side of my body. I watched his pupils dilate and I leaned in close, “Do you?”
Not a second later he spun me around and pinned me to the wall of his house, dropping his lemonade. I was still holding my cup, his hands on either side of my head.
“What’s your game, babe? Trying to make me come undone? Is that it?”
My hand trailed down to where his jeans hugged his hips. I saw a small tent in his jeans and began to slowly make circles there. His groans turned me on more than I had expected, but I continued.
“And what if it is? It sure seems like it’s working.”
San groaned again, leaning in close to whisper, “Are you sure you want this? Want me?”
I answered his question by putting my free hand on his cheek and kissing him for dear life. His hands ran through my hair then trailed down to my waist.
“Up we go!” He said as he tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me into his house.
“Saaannn put me down! I dropped my lemonade!” I said through giggles.
“Well that’s too bad but I’m not putting you down until I say so.”
San plopped me down on his bed, looking at me for a moment before smiling, “You literally have no idea how long and how bad I have wanted this.”
He kissed my lips and quickly removed my shirt followed by my shorts.
I saw his eyes widen when he saw my lingerie. He ran his fingers over the straps of my bra, admiring it. Then he went straight to kissing my neck, leaving me a moaning mess.
“You sneaky bastard. You remembered I liked purple and you got this just for me. You came over to my house practically begging for sex. I could refuse you right now and send you back home.”
He ran his fingers along my clothed clit and I moaned louder than I intended. “Leave you high and dry - well, maybe not dry - and you’d have to resort to getting yourself off without me. But you’d be thinking about me the entire time, wouldn’t you?” I shivered at the thought, silently hoping he would let me stay.
I had enough teasing so I flipped him over. Now San was laying with his back on the bed, arms propping himself up slightly. He raised his eyebrows and gave me a cocky smile.
“Too much, sweetheart?”
Without responding I unbuckled his belt as quickly as I could, throwing it across the room, then I ripped his jeans off, doing the same.
“My...someone’s eager.”
“Oh shut up San. I know you want it, too. Don’t think I don’t notice how you look at me when I walk away. Or how you undress me with your eyes when you think I’m not looking. I could refuse you all the same.”
I took my time kissing his neck, down his chest, then further to the edge of his boxers, removing them. I looked up to see San’s darkened eyes and felt my panties soak.
“Let me take care of you, San.”
He leaned his head back as I slowly took him in my mouth. His groans were heaven to my ears. Just to know that I made him feel good made me wet.
As I sped up he bucked his hips into my mouth.
“I’m sorry babe I’m trying not to hurt you and I hope I’m not. It just...feels - fuck - feels really good.”
I moaned around him and he gently pulled me off of him, laying me back on the bed.
“I shouldn’t cum before the lady does, that’s just bad manners.”
I didn’t have the time to respond as he slipped my panties off and stuck two fingers inside me. He began to thrust in and out while using his other hand to pin my hands above my head. Of course, he just had to give me a killer smile.
I had been with a few men before and sex was good with them but San was so clearly different. Just with his fingers alone I was getting off quicker than I ever had before. I assume partly because of how bad I wanted him, but mostly because he was so good at it.
“You’re really good at this, you know?” I said in between harsh breaths and moans.
San gave me a deep chuckle.
“I’ve been told that once or twice.”
In no time I reached my first orgasm of the night, cumming hard around his fingers. San pulled out his fingers and placed them in his mouth.
“You’re sweet. Have you been eating pineapple by any chance?”
I laughed and pulled him close to me.
“I want you to fuck me, Choi San. Make it as rough as you want, I don’t care. I just want you.”
“You should know by now I don’t want to hurt you.”
“At this point, I really don’t care.”
I took off my bra and watched as his eyes travel down my chest.
“If you insist, kitten.”
Fuck. That got me. That nickname always made me wet but I couldn’t begin to tell you why. Not like I cared why, especially at the moment.
“Oh? You like that name? Guess I’ll have to use it more often,” San growled.
“Please, San.”
At my words he entered me, stretching me out and making my hands grasp his back, my nails probably leaving marks. He hissed in response and leaned close to me, whispering in my ear.
“Not too harsh, kitten. You wouldn’t want to be punished, would you?”
San snapped his hips, thrusting into me. I cried out as he continued, leaving me breathless. I looked at the sweat that was forming on his forehead, his eyes closed in concentration. I loved this, everything about it. I did my best to memorize everything. I didn’t want it to end.
“San, I’m close.”
“Me too, kitten.”
San moved his fingers down to my clit, making tiny circles.
“Cum for me, kitten”
I moaned loudly as I came, tightening around San. With a few more thrusts, he came. The deep groans that left his mouth sounded like heaven. He pulled out of me and laid there, looking at me.
“Listen, I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want that to be a one time thing. If you want, I’d love to take you on a date.”
I laughed at his shy smile. And grabbed his face softly.
“I’d like that.”