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— i haven't kissed you yet today || choi san

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: none

words: 900

reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

— hi there! this request was in my inbox for an unholy amount of time. currently, i need some breather from all the angst im working on and i decided to give this request a shot! hope my lovely anon will enjoy this small piece of work!

love, monika. ♡

if you enjoyed this post, i’d be so grateful for a little love – a like, reblog or comment would truly make my day!

You were lying on your bed, the soft comforter providing a comforting warmth. The setting sunbathed the bedroom in a beautiful golden light. It was a lazy day, with your activities limited to fetching food or using the bathroom while binge-watching your new favorite series. In recent weeks San's schedule become incredibly hectic due to his idol responsibilities, leaving him little time for his boyfriend duties. He had left home early today again, and you were somewhat upset that he hadn't woken you up to say goodbye. Picking up your phone, you contemplated sending a message, but decided against it, not wanting to add to his already overwhelming responsibilities. Instead, you nestled deeper into the comforter. After several hours of continuous watching, even the most interesting series could lose its charm. So, you decided it was time to close your laptop and give your eyes a much-needed rest. You twisted and turned, trying to find that perfect spot. The bedroom was silent, save for the occasional rustling of the sheets. The golden hues of the setting sun had long faded, replaced by the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the window. 

Awoken by the noise of unlocking doors, you were in a half-asleep, half-awake state. You clung to your comforter, pulling it closer to your body in a futile attempt to stay asleep. Its weight seemed to keep you in your dreams, but reality kept intruding. You heard the rustle of fabric as San removed his jacket, the sound a testament to the long day he must have had. Following that, the muted thud of his bag hitting the floor echoed in the quiet room. A few heartbeats later, the soft patter of his steps grew louder as he approached the bedroom. Soon after, you heard his footsteps getting louder as he came towards the bedroom. The bed dipped slightly under his weight as he slid in beside you. You could feel the warmth radiating from your boyfriend, his scent filled your nostrils, combining his faded cologne and a faint hint of sweat. 

"Baby?" San murmured, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. "Are you awake?" he asked gently, trying not to startle you. Despite your best efforts to remain asleep, the sound of his voice pulled you towards consciousness. You hummed in response, still unwilling to open your eyes. He chuckled softly at your response. "I'm sorry I came home late," he whispered, his voice laced with guilt. 

You shrugged lightly, turning your face to him. "It's okay," you mumbled, your voice muffled by the comforter. "I'm just glad you're home." He smiled in the darkness, pulling you closer. His arms wrapped around you, providing a warmth far better than any comforter. 

San leaned closer, his face just inches from yours. "You know," he said, his playful voice filled with affection, "I haven't kissed you yet today." 

Your heart fluttered at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. You chuckled softly, looking into his eyes. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" you replied, barely a whisper against the intimate silence. With a gentle, almost shy smile, San closed the small distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made time seem to slow down, each moment lingering in the sweet love between you. "Better?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"Much better," he replied, his thumb tracing a soft line along your jaw. "But I think I need one more, just to be sure." 

You chuckled softly, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you. "Well, if you insist," you teased, your lips finding his once more. It was just you and San, wrapped up in each other, sharing a perfect moment. It was a reminder of why you loved him so much, and why, despite the hectic schedules, you wouldn't change a thing. 

San pulled you in closer, your head now resting on his chest. You could hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating, a comforting lullaby in the quiet room. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for longer than usual. "Goodnight, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection. As the whisper left his lips, you felt a sense of calm envelope you. The day's stress seemed to melt away with your boyfriend's comforting presence. A soft sigh escaped you, content as you drifted to sleep, nestled securely against him. San's hand gently ran through your hair, the action absent-minded yet filled with affection. It was a simple gesture, one that he probably wasn't even aware of, but it spoke volumes about his feelings for you. It was these moments, the quiet, intimate exchanges when it was just the two of you, that made everything worth it. You knew that no matter how hectic life got, you'd always have these moments to look forward to - the quiet nights spent in each other's arms, the shared laughter and whispered words of love. As you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, you knew that despite the challenges, there was nowhere else you'd rather be. 

Good to have you

ATEEZ SAN Yandere AU Oneshot

WARNINGS: Mention of blood, Yandere, Slight violence, Death

word count: 761

Y/N: “No, No, No, NO, NOOO!”

You had tried to clean the carpet for the umpteenth time but it just wouldn’t get clean. How could San spill this much wine? The glass was shattered all over the floor. You kneeled for too long your knees began to have red prints. They felt numb just like your hands that were soaked from all the water.

Y/N: “Oh damn this carpet was ugly anyways… San won’t bother if I throw it away will he? The spot isn’t even that visible anymore”

You sighed and swiped the sweat away from your forehead. You pulled down your sleeves again and brought away the things you tried to clean up the mess with. You tried to pick up the glass carefully and sweep up the rest. Just as you were going to roll up the carpet the door to yours and Sans apartment opened and what you saw let you drop the carpet again. Your mouth fell wide open and your eyes started watering immediately.

San greeted you with a big smil just like he always did and bent down near your face to give you a kiss on the cheek. Your general feeling changed to that much of a discomfort. It felt like someone was holding your throat.

Sans face was covered in blood. It dripped down his neck and further down onto his shirt.

San: “Oh god thank you sweety. The carpet looks better now. Would not have known what to do with it. I guess it was hard to clean it wasn’t it?”

No words came into your head let alone roll over your tongue. Your mouth moved in hope something would come out.

Y/N: “San, what was I cleaning? What was it, that I wiped off…?”

He picked up the rug and looked at it proudly but threw it in the trash.

Y/N: “San, what did you do?”

San: “No no. Honey, that’s not the important question. The important question is what your boss has done. What he has done to you.”

You lost a terrible whimpering and your hands flew to your mouth as the tears slowly began to build up in your eyes until they rolled down your cheeks without stopping. San quickly sat down next to you to wipe away the tears but you scared back. He was not pleased with this reaction and almost dragged you into a hug.

San: “I didn’t like how he treated you. The way he gave orders and looked at you. I know you have filed a complaint against him but as you know I’m not very patient … I showed him what happens when someone treats you like this. Because you are mine and I do not tolerate this contact. I’m disappointed you did not pay attention.”

He pouted at you and held your face in his hands so you could look at him. Then he smiled at you again as if nothing had happened. Like you never cried. He was too proud of what he did. You knew that. You did not want to play or give him the feeling that what he did was right but you had no other choice whatsoever.

Y/N: “San you are… dangerous.”

San was negatively surprised, which he expressed.

San: “How can you say that baby? You should think about what you said there because it isn’t true and-“

He interrupted his sentence to pull you up by the arm and throw you against the wall, the impact was too intense it pushed out a strong cough of yours. He slammed his fist into the wall next to your head.

“-and I do not want to do that, you hear me? Stop talking to people like him and I will not be mad okay baby?”

You nodded your head as fast as possible. You knew you had no choice. It was the first time in your relationship you have seen San like this and it was immediate trauma. That mad face changing into a rapid smile… How little did you know him? To be honest, you did not want to know. You did not want to meet him with this behavior… with this characteristic. You were scared and that feeling would be the only thing that accompanies you. Because you would not get away from him. You were too weak. He made you remember that. Every day and every night he would manipulate you into thinking your weak self needed a man like him.

You gave in…

San: “It’s so good to have you my sweetheart…”

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Note: This just popped into my head and I wrote it down very quickly without really thinking.

Niwi~

ATEEZ San: Touchin’ you tonight

San being readers best friends bigger brother.

[Warnings: smuuuut, concept of virginity, reader being female, a bit of alcohol (Sans drink not having alcohol tho), unprotected sex (No No No, not good), best friends brother, absolutely not proofread so this might lack gramatically as well as in content]

It was the first wedding you were ever attending. Well, it was your best friends wedding. She and her now husband, both rather young, finally stood their ground after all their families disapproval because “they were ‘too’ young”. You couldn’t care any less nor could them. It was such a happy day, it was almost impossible for any sadness to slip up. Almost.

You were pretty occupied with different tasks the whole time. Making sure to get a polaroid picture of all the guests and remind them to later glue the pictures into the guest book, making sure not to forget any of the lines of your speech you prepared for the couple, being your best friends maid of honor, making sure that the kids would keep their distance from the pool to not fall in there as the parents were too busy chatting with other parents and ultimately making sure all this didn’t ruin your looks. you were invested in making this wedding as perfect as you could and even tho the wedding planner was there to do most of the stuff you took care of the guests because you wanted to and mainly because you could.

Your were, unbelievably, the only person at that wedding who did not have a partner by their side and all of them reminded you of how “sad it is for you to be all alone when you should have someone by your side you could marry young soon too”, this statement being totally contradictory to what they thought when the wedding couple announced they’d get married. That’s why you were pretty happy with wandering around mingling with everyone to keep you distracted. Honestly speaking thanks to you the day kept rolling smoothly. 

As soon as the wedding ceremony had started the tears were rolling. people were crying and throwing rose petals when the freshly weds walked down the aisle, photos were made and the couple disappeared for a one to two hours photoshoot with their wedding photographer. This was the first time you were able to relax for a bit, not that you realised you had needed it. You sat down in one of the cute looking wicker armchairs in some corner with your first drink of the night, crossed your legs over each other and took a breath. You smoothed out your champagne colored silk dress, adjusting the back of it which was actually not covered by more than some strings that were meant to be the dresses shoulder straps. You were glad you didn’t wear a real bra, would’ve looked ridiculous anyways because you wouldve been able to see it from the open back, instead wearing a silicone bra to glue on with no straps at all. Cashier made you pay 30 dollars but those were worth it, your boobs didn’t sit weirdly in that dress once that day, but instead the dress did not sit right. You were constantly pulling on it for it to sit correctly again... what a bummer.

One minute after sitting down you saw an all too familiar face approaching you taking a seat in the armchair next to you. It was Choi San, your best friends older brother who you had totally forgotten about due to being so busy with your thoughts running everywhere where kids where running... You felt weird about him randomly sitting with you; actually it wasn’t that random but you liked to tell that yourself. San was two years older than you and your best friend, you and her being 21 which made him 23. You have known her since forever, you regularly having sleepovers at her place and literally living there during summer breaks in high school. San was basically there not only undergoing his sisters puberty but yours too. From seeing you sneeking into the kitchen at night to grab your crying best friend and yourself the weirdest combination of food you could find to lighten up her mood or you getting a key and chilling alone at their place when your lessons were canceled but hers weren’t, giving you a full day off school and her a packed day with lectures. He saw you at your worst, literally. What made you really uncomfortable was that you had developed a small crush on San over the past four years not knowing wether it was because you started fantacising about the male gender anyways and you and your best friend talking about doing naughty stuff with boys while constantly running past San in sweats and a tshirt with wet hair and a towel or because you actually liked him, not knowing how you could’ve developed those feelings because you didn’t really “know” him... you did but at the same time you didn’t.

San: “Y/N” *pause* “You look very nice”. He took a small breath, trying to get that last bit of air in his lungths for him to exhale it just as fast.

Y/N: “Thanks. You look very handsome too”. You were fumbling with your glass. His presence made you nervous. It gave you a reason to go throw your hair and any folds in your dress more than you already did. “Uh, where is your plus one for tonight?”

San: “Hm... don’t have anyone. What about you? You didn’t bring your boyfriend?”. He leaned forward while asking that question, moving his hands over his thighs stroking the fabric. He seemed like he didn’t wanna be sitting right here which made you a little anxious. Did he feel uncomfortable about having to talk to you? If so why did he come into your direction...

Y/N: “I don’t have a boyfriend. In fact, never had one. But I’m okay with it. I’m more surprised about you not bringing someone with you. I thought I was literally the only one with no partner at this wedding.”

San nodded curiosly when you told him you had nobody at the moment. Somehow his body language was so odd today you had trouble reading it. He seemed like he was just being friendly and pretend to be interested; not that you mind, why would San care anyways.

San: “Nope, haven’t had anyone in a while too. Wait that sounded a little wrong-”

Y/N: “Uhm no actually it sounded normal until you made it sound ambiguous”

San: “Oh I- uh...”

Y/N: “I was fooling with you. Keep going.”

San was puzzled and you noticed. For some reason it felt just so weird to even talk to him. All the other conversations you ever had were about school and teachers if they ever went past bigger conversations, rarely. Now having to talk to him about the concept of what it would be being an adult for the next few hours- odd. You wondered what San must’ve been thinking at this moment.

San: “So uhm... what I came to tell you besides you looking breathtaking was that I noticed you keeping the mood here alive and I just wanted to offer you my help like... I don’t know uh- I heard you would be organizing the game before dinner right?”

Odd. Odd for him to comment on your “breathtaking” appearance - again -.

Y/N: “Oh, how sweet of you. Yeah I’d like for you to help me. Would save me a lot of time.”

So while you were explaining the game to him and when to prepare for it you two got ready and collected several pens and papers for the guests to write one inside joke only them and the wedding couple would know and one fact about them that was a bit more obvious that when read out loud the couple would have to guess on who wrote it down. Said and done you collected all the papers again and when the couple came back from their photo session they sat down, tight schedule, to officially welcome all the guest, say their thank you’s and hear some guests speeches. All patiently waiting for what was to come next. You and San stood up with the papers and a mic explaining what was to come. Needless to say it was a very entertaining round of laughter for half an hour and some story telling explaining the behind about the stories. San and you did half and half, you reading out some and then him pretending you were the best hosts of this event, living that moment, him taking occasional glances at you and your dress, specificaly your cleavage because reading the jokes out loud made you forget about adjusting your dress, quickly looking back at his papers when you turned your face to him.

At the end of the game you two rounded everything up with a congrats to the couple, a wink to your best briend and a “the buffet is now open”. Both of you were the first ones to head there making the other guests laugh. 

San peeked over your shoulde to see what food was to come next, taking the chance to sniff some of your perfume without you noticing.

Y/N: “You could’ve gone infront of me if you are so desperatly curious on what food they have to offer San. Are you that hungry?”

He was backing off a bit, too embarassed on you calling him out thinking you might have noticed him taking in your scent.

San: “Oh sorry sorry I- yeah I’m-” - He was eyeing you up and down and he was scolding himself on the inside for making it so obvious - “I’m very hungry right now.

You and San sat down again and started actually chatting about life and old stories, now being very chill about it since you two have grown up. Maybe you two just needed food to loosen up a bit. It was ridiculous how good you two were talking to each other, the other guests who knew you noticing and nudging their aunts and uncles to then point at you two, the weeing couple getting a hang of what their closest guests were gossiping about, then observing you and him too for a while. San and you were well aware of the attention you two had on you but neither of you could mind any less. Him being relieved and actually happy about having such good conversation while you were busy fighting your own mind on stopping to think about having Sans hand on your thigh under the table. It was incredible how fast your thoughts switched that day. Unbeknownst to you, San his thoughts did too, him being just a tad bit more happy about thinking sane again.

Fast forward, all food was eaten, more drinks were intus and you and the bride were sprawled around the Candy bar. San and the broom snapping pictures of you two to later make sure to stick into the guest book too. You however took a doughnut and walked straight to San, not accepting the fact that he was having fun with taking eventually embarassing pictures of you.

Y/N: “Sannie come on, take a bite!”

San was struggling to keep you away from the polaroid camera.

San: “No stop it! You’re gonna get my suit dirty Y/N.”

While holding his arm to try and drag it down you said: “Oh so what? We can take it off if it gets dirty!”

San seemed a bit irritated by that comment and indeed lowered his arm which gave you the chance to lead the doughnut to his lips. He shoved the camera into your hand and took the doughnut instead, to what you instantly took a few pictures of, your own doughnut still in the other hand. You sat next to him and got near his head biting into your doughnut and snapping a selfie with the polaroid camera. It was all too amusing to look at because in the next moment the news reached to you that the DJ had arrived. Perfect timing to get a drink you thought. And by this you seperated from San again, leaving him sitting alone with the rest of the doughnut and a polaroid camera.

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The DJ was playing dope music. Typical club music that changed to R’n’B Music, something you’d usually rub your body on someone elses body just like the wedding couple did. You on the other hand had your eight drink of the day in hand on which you and some other guest argued on that the bartender put little to no alcohol into the drinks that day. Not to your disappointment because you were enjoying yourself on the crowded dancefloor anyways. You were absolutely having your moment. Glass in the air, feeling the beat, dancing like that good looking bitch that you were, moving your hands over your body, swaying your hips delicate to the music and exchanging smiles with some other guests who were dancing with you. When your attention came across San standing at the bar, a glass in his hand, you didn’t mind keeping eye contact with him while mouthing the lyrics to Trey Songz ‘Touchin, Lovin’. When that party pooper looked down to his glass to avoid your stares you made your way to his and took his hand while drinking your glass empty to place it on the counter. You tried to pull him on the dance floor but he refused to. You got closer to him to not yell over the music.

Y/N: “Sannie why don’t you wanna dance with me?”

No answer... ouch. You stoped moving your body.

Y/N: “San. I want to dance with you.”

San: “No. You’re drunk.”

Pathetic excuse you thought.

Y/N: “The bartender put almost no alcohol in all of the guests drinks San. I doubt that I am near to tipsy. Please come with me. Wouldn’t it be nice to make a memory together on your sisters and my best friends, wedding?”

San: “Believe me I do want to.”

This got you confused.

Y/N: “Well then come on? What’s stopping you?”. You did not wait for an answer and finally pulled him onto where you wanted to have him. At first just awkwardy holding hands and swaying them from left to right and him making you do a twirl like you were dancing to a country song...

Y/N: “No San. That’s not what I want. I want us to dance!”

This man was trying everything to avoid touching your body but you just had to be so dang stubborn. On the other hand it was super hot for you to take things into your own hands and him seeing you knowing what you want. And so he gave in. 

The lyrics saying “I’m touchin you tonight-” and you put his hands around your waist, wandering your own past his arms onto his shoulders, giving them a quick massage whispering for him to stop being so stiff. San hoped that the disco lights weren’t reflecting the sweat building on his forehead. He. Was. Nervous. And he had all the rights to be. He was worrying about other guests looking especialy the bride and what they would think, you being his sisters best friend. He was worrying about his own state, questioning wether this was okay but if he had to be honest his mind had changed the minute he first saw you today. It was natural for him to be all nervous. He alway ever saw you in pajamas with cute little smiling cookies on them or just your pre-teen clothes but THIS? This was you as the woman he didn’t know you could be. He rarely ever saw you in the past since all of you had their own apartments now. He didn’t know your cookie pajamas turned into black shorts that showed your ass cheeks all too well and an oversized shirt that rid down your shoulder, your boobs being bigger now and while going outside, you wore tight jeans, tops and bras that rounded up what was there to show wearing make up and having styled hair. No, even unstyled and without make up or all that stuff... you were a woman now and he tried everything to ignore that fact and trick himself into believing you weren’t. Because he was liking who this woman was. 

San took a breather and just took you in for a second. Seeing you enjoy yourself, wanting to pull him into that feeling of enjoyment, he let you. He properly held you around your waist. Actually he let his hands wander to your back making the distance between you two a bit smaller. And when he put in effort to dance he elicited a smile from you. He was surprised by the fact that you sang the lyrics with no thought behind it while dancing with him. He slid one hand up your side and up your arm until it reached your hand leaving a bigger gap between you two just when the song changed just to turn you over and pull you in again, your back pressed to his chest... your bum pressed to his front. 2 On by Tinashe now playing. This Playlist was made for you two.

You felt Sans breath becoming irregular by the second and you tried to reach one hand behind you to reassure him this is okay, that this is fine. It did no better. San felt intoxicated and at the same time he never felt so out of control. He felt like he was 15 again, drooling over his hot physics teacher in middle school. Like a boy who couldn’t control his mind. And this went on for the next three or four songs. You lost count. Him and you getting closer and closer, grinding onto each other. He was whispering into your ear not calculating if you would be able to understand due to the volume of the music.

San: “Y/N... This is wrong on all levels”

You turned around, putting your hands on his neck again, resting your lower arms on his sholders, him grabbing a hold of them.

Y/N: “Sweetie don’t ruin this for me. What makes you think so?”

The nickname giving him chills. You were his younger sisters best friend. Who were you to talk to him like this. Like he wasn’t older than you and like you weren’t 13 anymore... ironic.

San: “You know why”

Y/N: “No I don’t. And I most certainly don’t see why this would be a problem so why don’t you tell me what bothers you hm? I just wanna dance.”

San: “Y/N this isn’t ‘just dancing’... You know the rules.”

Y/N: “Oh I wasn’t aware we set any rules here what is-”

His hand wandered to your hips, sqeezing them.

San: “Gosh it’s an unspoken rule Y/N... Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

Y/N: “Believe me I do but I decide to ignore such concept of a rule because it’s bullshit and I thought you were smarter than this. I don’t live by such ridiculous rules. San Nobody here seems to mind you and me dancing like this and for sure not your sister. If anything she is too drunk and concentrated on her man. I know you’re enjoying this and damn well am I so what is fucking up with you?”

San: “I... I can’t do this with the younger friend of my sister as much as I would want to. I promise you -I shouldn’t even be telling you this- I have been trying to keep my hands off of you because you look so damn fine. The things I’d do to you in that dress-”

San broke. His words spilled out like a waterfall and when he was able to stop himself he looked you in the eyes, completely baffled that he basically just told his younger sisters friend that he would fuck her. You were amused. You put a finger under his chin and scanned his face.

Y/N: “May I remind you San... I may be younger than you but I am not the young friend you so like to treasure in your memories anymore. Shove that to the side. I want you and you have been acting too damn odd and distant the first half of the day. I am not letting this opportunity go by not offering you a chance now to man up and make a move. I. Want. You”.

San was flustered to have you like this infront of him. In his hands actually. Giving him his chance to do things to you and make you dirty. To ruin you and the image he had of you. the only question being if he really wanted to accept that new image in his head. 

San: “How do we do it?”

And you got what you wanted. That dark gaze of his gave you goosebumps. You came up with a quick plan in your mind.

Y/N: “Listen. I’m gonna pretend I slipped while dancing and my heel made me twist my ankle or something. You will hold me and help me to the bathroom to cool my ankle. Got it?”. He gave you a nod. And your little act began. You pretended to slip and San pretended to catch you. Your face was plastered in pain and some guests came to you to reassure themselves that you were okay. Your best friend noticed too and rushed to your side. You’re fall must’ve been grammy worthy for you to gather this much people round you. San held you close and shooed them off while telling everybody he would take you to the toilet to cool the ankle, just like you told him he should. Said and done he put your arm around his shoulder and his arm behind your back walking into the direction of the bathrooms. When you turned around the corner where nobody could see you two you took in your normal posture and stopped for a second. You put your body on his faces close to each other.

Y/N: “That was hot.”

But swiftly breaking contact and pulling him to the mens bathroom, not forgetting to lock the door.

San: “You’re insane for this.”

Y/N: “No I’m not. You’re just afraid someone might catch us. Now kiss me or I will... I have done the most part of this already.”

However, he did not kiss you. He pulled you in further into the bathroom right infront of the huge mirror that was hanging above the counter turning you to look into it, him still close behind you. The light was dim, perfect for the mood. 

San: “You know what lured me in the most today?”

You shook your head but there was no need to answer. His hand went to your hips, one finding its way to the back of your dress, lingering his fingers over your exposed skin, playing with the strings, following the line to your shoulder to shove off the strings off your shoulder and make the dress fall a bit to expose even more of your cleavage. He attached his lips to your neck kissing it with delicate, light but still hungry kisses. By the look of his face you could think he was intoxicated. And he truely was.

San: “You look so fucking sexy. I had such a hard time to remain calm about it.”

More kisses were placed on your neck going up your face. A hand came around to grab your chin once again and tilt your face back to his, his heavy watch on his wrist reflecting the light from the lamp above it. His action made you slip a moan which he caught in an intense kiss. Finally. You pressed your ass into his crotch just for him to turn you around and get you two more comfortable for a make out. You two were exploring each others lips but he had the upper hand being the dominant one when moving your lips against each other. You had to push him away for a moment to get some air again. Your cheeks were visibly red to which he chuckled. You staring up at him gave you that innocent look again.

San: “Baby you look like a cute little kitten that wants to be taken care of right now with your doe eyes. It drives me crazy.”

Y/N: “I would love for you to properly take care of me like nobody has San.”

San: “Beg for it. You sounded so heavenly great when you told me you wanted me to do things to you back on the dance floor. Could you do that for me kitty?”

You scoffed and looked to the side. At first he didn’t want you for his own sake and now he sounds like this was his idea... 

San: “Come on baby you were so good with your words just a few minutes ago. Cat got your tongue?”

Y/N: “Urrghh San! I’m too desperate right no to wait for anything to happen. I have been internally drooling over you in that suit and more so has my lower region been flooded by some sea and I honestly can’t take any fussy words right now so will you pleeaaase do your work and fuck me? Just touch me please... ruin me!”

He was so turned on by that, his boner was getting harder and harder in no time. He bit his lip and ripped off that dress, making you squeal by the sudden move. After your dress and that ‘bra’ were slid off he worked on making his own clothes coming off, you unbottoning his jaquette while he was working on his tie.

Y/N: “Keep the tie on.”

He followed your instructions and while you worked on freeing his upper body he hastily opened his belt and pulled down his pants. He then pulled of Jaquette and his Shirt and just stood there with hung low pants, no shirt, a tie and lipstic over his lips. You grazed his bulge with your hand over his boxers and started moving your hands watching him sigh and throwing his head back.

San: “Hell yeah princess. That feels great”

Another nickname that gave you shivers. You bent down to completely pull down Sans boxers just to be met with his huge cock right infront of your face, it standing proudly against his stomach where you could see veins forming on his abdomen. You were mesmerized. He chuckled once again.

San: “Stand up baby.”

You took in the sight of his girth and slowly looked up to meet his gaze. He started leaning in very slowly again just to stop right infront of your lips. His hands haltered around your hips, his fingers linking in with the waistband of your panties and started pulling them down while still being so close he looked down and it was so freaking hot. It made you feel like he was in control. And he was. When you stepped out of your panties he took you in for another kiss, his hands roaming on your body, at first your waist to pull you in as close as possible then cupping your breast and giving them a small massage to cupping your jaw and deepening the kiss. He made sure to remember all of your skin with his hands. His right hand went down your stomach touching your pussy to feel how wet it indeed was. He spread your lower lips with two fingers and gently rubbed them up and down to smear some of your wetness around. Your legs gave in a bit but to your luck Sans other hand held you up, your moans now becoming more. When he decided he had enough he grabbed both your thighs and ordered for you to jump on the counter. When sat, he spread your legs. It was a bit humiliating at first. He just stood there admiring your pussy like it was some famous painters artwork. He wet his lips with his tongue and mentally took a picture of it. You felt heat rush into your belly and pulled on his tie to signal for him to do something. He looked up at you and gave you a reassuring nod. He got a few steps closer do you and put one hand around you to hold himself on the counter, the other hand now on his cock giving it a few strokes while you both watched him do so. Aligning it to your entrance he first rubbed his tip on it.

San: “Y/N have you had sex before?”

Y/N: “No... have not”

San: “Acting so mature and telling me ou haven’t been fucked yet? Princess this might hurt a little then. I’ll do everything to distract you from the pain okay?”

You shook your head. Your hands gripped his shoulders widing your legs a bit more for him. You bit your lip and gave him the green light to go in. And so he did. Bit by bit. Tip in, he waited for a second, looking up and down between you and his cock waiting for you. You saw San flexing his jaw. He was trying to hold it in not to rut into you like he wanted. He tried distracting you both when slowly going in more by kissing your lips slowly, enjoying the taste of the many Aperol Spritz you had. You almost got so lost in kissing that you forgot not even half of his penis being inside of you. Between the kisses you told him to continue moving and he took that opportunity to move in almost completely. You hissed a bit when you felt the pain breaking from the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck, your head leaning against his chest. He started stroking your back and gave your head a few kisses reassuring you the pain will go away in a bit,

San: “B-Babe do you want me to move out?”

Y/N: “NO no please don’t. Just- Just touch me. Touch me anywhere.”

San started kissing your forehead, then placing his lips there without moving. He started bottoming out again. One of his hands went to play with your breast circling a finger slowly around your nipple moving one thumb over it making it hard. His other hand going down to your clit slowly drawing circles there too. Almost immediately you threw back your head. He looked up at you moaning his name and he couldn’t but take that opportunity to leave some hickeys on your neck. Something he know you would be mad at him for later.

Y/N: “San this feels- hhnngg- good. Please please move now”

San: “Y-yeah, yeah I will princess. I will.”

His cock went in further and further. You threw your head back once again, your hair swingin back. San waited so patiently but he couldn’t wait any more.

San: “Baby I have to properly move now or I will loose my mind!”

San put your legs aroung his waist for you to get ready and one moment later he bottomed out almost completely to then slam in again, making you moan once again. He kept his head low and nuzzled in your neck, grunting and groaning while repeating to thrust into you with a steady rythm. It felt like an hour for him when truely it was just a minute or two. Time was such a weird concept in this situation anyways. You moved your hands over his back eventually scratching it with your nails to find something to hold onto as San kept on thrusting fast. He swung one arm around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder and his other hand held your thigh up for you as your legs gave in more and more. He was able to open his eyes for a moment to look into the mirror and see your body being fucked by him. He was keeping a good pace when suddenly you started chanting for him to go harder pulling on his tie.

Y/N: “San please go harder, please please fuck me harder!”

San: “Fuck I’m gonna ruin this pussy. MY pussy. Hear that? This is- ah- my pussy to fuck!”

Y/N: “Oh gosh yes San only yours please ah!”

San rutted into you harder. His hip movement was so amazing at this point, his ass tensing up to push his hips deeper into yours and to continuously hear skin on skin slap against each other and you repeatedly crying out his name. He couldn’t stop but kiss you wildly and mark you as his. He was slamming into you and both of your panting got louder, him saying your name over and over again.

Y/N: “San I feel like I’m gonna cum soon Oh please don’t stop it feels too good aah!”

San: “Hell fuck I’m gonna come too my princess. Wait for me a little will you?”

You gave him a fast nod and held onto him even more biting down a bit on his shoulder which gave San his last reason to bring you two to your climax. His speed faltered a bit but his hard thrusts became no less to which you instinctively clung your legs around his hips to pull him in as close as you could. San giving it his last power, fastly started circling his thumb against your clit again which brought out a moan of you signaling that your having a big orgasm which was music to his ears. Just a few seconds later his thrust became irregular. He gave his last power, his last groans and grunts, his last breath for the last push and him throwing back his head while straightening his back and pushing forward his hip into yours, balls deep and then emptied inside of you.

San bend down his upper body and collapsed on you thrusting forward just a tad bit to ride out your orgasms. You had no strength in holding yourself up anymore which San noticed. He hugged you and brought your body up to his for you to rest your face in his chest. You two were fucked out. He repeatedly kissed your temples and when you looked up at him he swore he could almost feel himself twitch and go hard again. He gave your lips a chast kiss and slowly pulled out to what you gifted him one last moan.

Y/N: “I feel so empty without you inside of me San”

San: “Please don’t say stuff like that or I might get hard again. I’m too fucked out for this.”

Y/N: “San I have to be honest with you...”

Oh god. What would come now? Were you going to tell him he was bad? That you didn’t enjoy it? Did you regret it? You giggled to his startled face.

Y/N: “I’m too selfish for this to be the only time we ever fucked. I- I want THIS to become my sex life San.”

San: “Oh damn was it that good?”

Y/N: “Are you joking? You can’t tell me you didn’t think this was insanely good.”

San: “Hm yeah literally it was.”

You two tried gaining some strength again. He helped you off the counter and put on your panties and dress for you, kissing your shoulders in the process again. While he put on his clothes you turned to the mirror to fix your hair and make up. When you two got finished he turned you around grabbing both of your hands. He gave you a smirk.

San: “I’m taking you home now to sleep in my bed next to me. Tomorrow you and I will have a nice date I am taking you on and we will be having more sex too”

Y/N: “You know, its super hot for you to suddenly claim me like I have always been yours when this morning you still thought of me as that innocent best friend your sister has and now you fucked exactly that innocent girl.”

San: “Let’s not call it ‘claiming’ but instead realising how stupid I have been for not making a move all the time...”

Y/N: “True. Then lets head off to your place. Let’s tell the others my ankle hurts really bad and that you’ll bring me home.”

San: “Okay Princess. Anything you say.”

Helping you walk, him and you got into the dance room saying goodbyes to everyone and then leaving in Sans car to his place making sure to secretely take one of the polaroids you and him took together that layed sprawled on the table with the guest book next to the entrance~~~~~~~

The next morning you woke up to a message of your best friend:

           Bestieee <3                  Good morning girlie! I hope your ankle doesn’t hurt too bad :(                 The staff at the wedding asked me about a silicone bra sticking to the                  wall in the mens bathroom. I told them this wouldn’t have been from one of my guest. But anw odd what people leave in bathrooms            right ;) It was so much fun and I love you so much for everything :*

While you showed San that message you mumbled: “30 dollars for nothing...”

San: “What do you mean nothing? The sex was the opposite of nothing may I remind you- and you look better without it anyways.”

Y/N: “What did you just say?”

San: “Nothing!”