Pairing: roommate! San x f! yn
Word Count:Â 10,664
Warnings:Â cursing, alcohol consumption, smut warnings under cut
Genre:Â Angst, fluff, smut, f2l au, college au, M for mature audiences
Summary:Â As the resident fuckboy San's best friend, you're legally obligated to be his hype man. It's only fitting as you're one of the few who can resist his boyish charms. But when he's set his sights on someone you cannot stand, perhaps you need to dig a bit deeper into your feelings after all.
Smut Warnings:Â masturbation (f), voyeurism, sexual fantasies, oral (f), missionary, protected sex, very slight breast play, overstimulation, cowgirl, some cumplay, dirty dirty talk, fingering, slight body worship ig?, praise, I literally have no idea I wrote it at a time when I should've been in bed so lmk if I missed anything
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this is for the jackson wang party fic collab finished with @mingsolo (hella good) @flurrys-creativity (Pygalgia and Abience) and @sanjoongie (trouble) <3 I still have one more to go but we'll ignore that LMAOOOOO I added too much plot :') flurry was a dear and helped me sort out my thoughts and I managed to write 8k of it in one day lol.
hope u all enjoy and sorry I'm a professional yapper there's no shutting me up
âGoing out again?â you ask your best friend and flatmate, San, as he walks past where youâre seated at the kitchen counter, suffering through your essays.
âYep,â San answers easily, popping the âpâ and leaning over to take a peek at your laptop screen. âYou misspelt âdextrorotatoryâ, you wrote it as âdexrotatoryâ.â
As your eyes find the typo, you groan and plant your head on the table. âI give up,â you declare dramatically, âIâll drop out and become a taxi driver.â
San laughs. âFirst of all, you canât drive that well. Second of all, youâd make more money as a stripper.â He dodges your smack with ease. âThird, youâre smart and youâll ace these like always. Youâre just a little mentally constipated. Why donât you join me tonight?â
You think about it for a minute. While you probably do need a break from staring at your laptop, you know how wild the parties San goes to can get from personal experience. And you donât think itâs a good idea when it's the end of your semester and the final year of your master's program. You just canât afford to do that. âIâll pass this time,â you sigh. âMaybe after exam season.â
San hums. âAll right. Make sure to take a break, though,â he reminds you, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. âSee you later.â
He soon disappears out of the door and you turn your focus away from your best friend to your homework. You feel bad for whoever his new conquest will be at the party.
In your opinion, itâs best to keep San at armâs length when it comes to a romantic relationship. Not that you like him, but you also donât want to be another notch on his bedpost, and you most certainly do not want to ruin your eight-year-long friendship. Itâs not hard to see that San isnât interested in a long relationship, not right now at least.
You honestly find it amusing that so many girls and guys still throw themselves at him and then get upset when he doesnât give them a second glance after the initial night. His reputation precedes him, especially in your small town, and yet there will always be a line out the door for him. You donât even know how he knows so many people.
With a sigh, you clear out your thoughts and refocus on your organic chemistry work. Youâre lucky your job offered to pay for your master's classes, but the workload is killing you inside. Youâre incredibly happy youâre almost done, and with newfound motivation, you hunker down and start writing out your notes again.
Itâs almost two in the morning when you finally yawn and start putting your books away, and itâs almost three when you hear the front door open and the sound of San stumbling into the shoe rack as he always does. âYouâre home already, Sanah?â
âYN!â San stumbles his way into the bathroom where youâre combing your hair, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his flushed face into your neck. âYouâre still up?â
You laugh, tapping him on the head with your brush. âYes, but Iâm about to go to bed. And you should too, you know.â
San groans, his hold on your waist tightening and his words slurring together. âI donât wanna,â he whines, âthe bed's too cold.â
You sigh fondly. This happens almost every time he drinks, and usually, thatâs why he doesnât drink too much when heâs by himself. He gets too cuddly with people and youâre usually the one to keep him from bedding everyone he sees. You suppose he somehow didnât end up with anyone in bed and heâs disappointed now. âDo you think youâll ever ask to sleep with me nicely, or will you just settle for wrestle-cuddling me into my own bed?â you ask, rolling your eyes as San does not answer, just pulling you towards your room. âThereâs my answer.â
Youâre too used to his drunk antics and just let him move you around. Itâs comforting in a way, that heâs comfortable enough around you to do this with you, and it makes your heart warm whenever he throws his arm around you and presses his face in your neck.
Youâd never admit it, but itâs nights like this when you sleep the best. With his warm breath tickling your neck, you let your body relax and your eyes flutter shut.
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âGod, Iâve got a raging headache,â San groans when he sees you enter the kitchen with a mess of bed hair. âI went so crazy with the soju last night, I think Iâm going to die.â
You laugh, reaching for the pot to make some oatmeal for him. âDonât be so dramatic. Why did you even drink so much anyway? No bitches?â
San snorts but immediately whines from the sharp pain that probably shot through his skull. âYouâre so mean to me! No, I got no bitches, but that was from my own choice anyway. I donât want to fuck around anymore.â
Both your eyebrows raise into your hairline. âNo? What changed things, hm? Finally decided your one true love is Byeol?â As if on cue, your shared cat meows and curls around your ankles, and you bend down to scratch behind her ears.
âNever had to decide that, we all know sheâs the real number one in my life. No, I think Iâm interested in someone.â You stop your petting of Byeol, who meows in protest and runs off to pout somewhere. âCome on, donât act like you just saw a ghost.â
âWho?â is the only question that comes out of your mouth. Of course, San has had a crush before, but heâs never stopped screwing around unless he was actively dating that person. Heâs a fuckboy, but heâs not a piece of shit at least. This is new.
âLee Yeseul. I met her yesterday at the party, and sheâs so sweet. She was so out of place at the party, and not in a mean way. She justâŠhas such an aura around her.â Sanâs voice is soft even just talking about her and you get the feeling heâs being serious. âWeâre meeting up for coffee today.â
âThatâsâŠamazing, Sanah. I really hope it goes well for you,â you smile at him, pushing a bowl of oatmeal over to him. âDonât forget to let me make a speech at your wedding.â
San chuckles, rolling his eyes at your jokes. âYeah, yeah. Donât you have study group today? Go there and stop bothering me.â
You ruffle his messy hair before planting a kiss on it and pinching his cheek. He blindly reaches around to smack at you but you dodge him easily, laughing as you head out to grab your keys. âSee you later, Sanah. Have a good da-ate.â
San grumbles at you but ultimately returns to his food. You think you can hear him muttering about you being a pain in the ass and you smile to yourself. You donât have the heart to tell him you know Lee YeseulâŠand sheâs a major bitch. You sincerely hope sheâs sweet to San at leastâhe deserves the best. But you find her absolutely draining, especially with how often she talks about herself and doesnât pay attention to anyone else ever. If she cries in your class one more time you think you might smack her yourself.
You still remember the time you had gotten a call that your grandfather had died, and after overhearing your conversation, instead of comforting you, she started talking about how âso many of my family members died in the past ten years.â Sure, maybe she was trying, but youâve known about her antics enough that it was clear she just wanted to make it about her.
But if San likes her, who are you to interfere? He has a pretty good eye for who has a good personality so maybe Yeseul has changed. Youâre not one to stop him. Not that you ever could. When he first started going out to party, you would tag along to make sure he wouldnât make any bad decisions, but your efforts seldom paid off. Youâre pretty sure he must be blessed since he somehow hadnât pissed off anyone majorly enough to have them call a hit on him.
Shaking your head, you rid yourself of these thoughts and go to the library. Thereâs no use dwelling on it, the more you think about it, the worse your feeling about his crush on Yeseul gets. Heâs a grown man, he doesnât need you to parent him.
âWoah, who pissed in your cereal?â You shouldâve known you wouldnât be able to hide your bad mood from your study buddy, Hongjoong. Although you only see him for studying, youâre confident enough to call him your closest friend other than San. âAre you okay?â
You sigh, dropping your books on the table. It earns you a harsh âshhâ from the librarian which you apologise half-heartedly for. âDo you remember Yeseul? Lee Yeseul?â
Hongjoongâs brows raise high into his hairline. âThe professional bitcher? What did she do now?â
âSanâs into her, and with her personality, sheâs probably loving the attention from the professional heartbreaker.â You groan, glaring at the cover of your organic chemistry textbook. âItâs none of my business if he cares for her, but damn, I wish he couldâve picked anyone else.â
Hongjoong hums, leaning forward and poking at the top of your head. âLook, youâve been his friend for years. I think you have a bit more of a reason to poke your nose into his business than most. Give it a few weeks, and if it truly bothers you, then you can bring it up to San.â
You sigh. âMaybe.â You say nothing else on the topic and Hongjoong knows not to broach it anymore. Sometimes you wish he wasnât so smart.
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âYN, I didnât know you knew Yeseul!â is the first thing San says to you one week after he returns from one of his many dates with her. âWhen I mentioned you being my roommate she told me you were in the same class as her.â
You wince to yourself as you take a long swig of your coffee. âMmh, I didnât think it was that relevant,â you say. You can practically hear Hongjoong rolling his eyes at your excuse. You know you should tell him your qualms about Yeseul, especially since the gross feeling in your gut has only gotten stronger. But youâre not sure you want to tread those waters. Sanâs sweet, but heâs loyal to a fault and probably wouldnât like you talking badly about Yeseul.
San narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious but not willing to pry. âWell, maybe if we ever find you a date, we can go on a double date.â He moves on pretty quickly, though, walking over to lean over your shoulder and look at your laptop. âStill going on that paper?â
You hum, cracking your knuckles. âYeah, itâs due tomorrow so I need to pump it out today and then get Hongjoong to look it over.â You lean back, letting your head rest on Sanâs torso as you yawn. âI canât wait for this to be over so that I can graduate already.â
San laughs, leaning down to rest his chin on your head. âYouâre smart. You can do this. And when youâre done, Iâll take you to a party and we can celebrate.â
You groan, shifting forward and putting your hands back on the keyboard. âWell, in that case, I should get back to writing this.â As you start typing again, you hear the buzzer ring and the warmth of Sanâs body leaves you as he goes to check who it is.
âOh, hey, Yeseul! Come on up!â Your eyebrows raise into your hairline and your head snaps up. Why would Yeseul go to all this trouble of coming here? Didnât they just see each other?
You close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths before facing the dragon herself. You can hear the tell-tale sound of her voice pitched up to sound more sweet, although itâs grown to be grating on your ears. âHi, Sannie,â she purrs and you have to refrain from retching. âI was on my way home but I realised it went right by your apartment so I figured I could come say hi. It doesnât look like youâre too busy, right?â
âNo, not at all,â San replies, and you hate how sweetly he talks to her. âYN is in too, sheâs writing her final paper. Wanna say hi? She could probably use the distraction.â
No, I donât need the distraction, is what you want to scream out, but your mother did not raise you like that although you wish she did. Instead, you just smile politely at the girl entering your kitchen. âHello, Yeseul. Good to see you again.â
âHey, YNie!â Her cheery nickname for you has your eye twitching. âHowâs the paper going? I finished mine a few weeks ago so Iâm home free. Just need to submit it.â
âThatâs great, Yeseul,â you say, tone slightly more monotonous than you wanted it to be and San shoots you a look. âHopefully you get a good grade on it.â
âHey, would you want to join us for dinner?â San cuts in and you can already feel a headache starting to pulse behind your eyes. âI was going to order pizza since itâs my turn today and Iâm not nearly as good of a cook as YN.â
âOh, that would be lovely! I donât mind whatever toppings,â Yeseul claps happily. The urge to punch her in the face increases bit by bit for you. San nods happily, stepping out into the living room to place the call. After a moment, Yeseul turns to you with puppy eyes and you brace yourself for whatever she has up her sleeve. âCould I trouble you for a glass of water, YNie?â
You try your best to keep your composure as you get up to fetch her a glass of water. She takes it without even a thank you and you decide youâd much rather die than deal with her any longer so you close your laptop with a sigh. âIâm actually meeting with a friend for dinner, but you definitely should stay and have fun,â you say, smiling as plausibly as you can. You do not have dinner plans but youâre sure you can figure it out.
When you go into your room, youâre drawing blanks. Youâre still going out, but youâll probably just end up calling a friend to complain. As you leave the room and grab your keys, San meets eyes with you and frowns. âWhere are you going?â
âAh, I promised to have dinner with a friend so Iâm heading out. Enjoy your time with Yeseul, though.â
The furrow between Sanâs brows deepens. âBut I already ordered the pizza.â
You laugh, shaking your head. âI can bring the leftovers tomorrow for lunch. Sorry, I just forgot to tell you, but I really have to go now. Bye!â Before he can say goodbye as well, you slip out the door. The suffocating feeling that is encompassing you lifts and you sigh in relief, but then you somehow feel worse at the idea of San and Yeseul having fun and giggling and cuddling.
You shake your head again, trying to clear your muddled thoughts before setting down to go find your dinner. Fast food was the easiest option, and you figured you could at least sit in your car and wallow in self-pity.
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After you receive your order you park and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. You donât want to call your family because as much as you love them, they can be a bit over-protective and probably will offer to help you find a different apartment and that would be a bit dramatic. In the end, Hongjoong is probably the next best option.
He doesn't pick up immediately, and youâre just about to hang up when the phone crackles and Hongjoongâs voice comes through. âWhy are you calling me?â
You canât help but bark out a laugh at his disgruntled tone. âHongjoong, itâs a perfectly reasonable hour to call, donât blame me for your shit sleeping schedule. Are you actually free though?â
Hongjoong sighs and if you focus you can hear the sound of him rolling over in bed. âWhatâs up?â
âItâs about Yeseul again. She came around today, and it was justâŠso suffocating. Like, why did San have to pick her? Thereâs so many girls, and out of them all he picks her? The most bitchy one I know?â
Hongjoong hums. âWhy does it annoy you so much?â
You groan, leaning your head back and taking a long sip of your drink. âSheâs self-centred, bitchy, and sheâs just so fake. I donât think this relationship will end well, Joong. Clearly heâs just blinded and sheâs so manipulative.â
âBut why are you so bothered by this specifically? I mean, sure weâve had bad interactions with Yeseul, but youâre pretty nonchalant about the shit San gets up to and you like to let him deal with the consequences himself.â
You frown glaring at the phone although you know he canât see it and you pop a fry into your mouth. âI donât know. It just feels different. I feel like I should interfere this time. I mean, heâs a lot more serious this go around.â
Hongjoong hums, rolling once again as he yawns. âYN, be totally honest with me. This is a shot in the dark, but I think this is pretty important.â You hold your breath in anticipation. âDo you like San?â
âOh sure, heâs a good friendââ
âYou and I both know thatâs not what I meant.â You bite your lip, stiffening in your chair. âYN, you need to be honest with yourself. The way you talk about San, you interact with him, itâs not how just roommates, just friends interact. You kiss each other's heads, YN. And it can be platonic, but Iâve rarely seen San do that to his female friends, and Iâve never seen you do that, period. You donât even kiss me.â His voice turns teasing on the last bit but youâre too shocked to register.
Do you like San? You love him like a friend, of course. But when you think about him being with anyone else, even if it wasnât Yeseul, something in you aches. When you think about Sanâs smile being directed to anyone else, you can feel a burning in your gut. The answer is clear, whether you like it or not.
âIâŠyes. I do.â The confession comes out quietly. âBut I donât want to do anything about it. Like you said, itâs up to San whether he likes Yeseul enough. I canât interfere.â
You can practically hear the look Hongjoong would be levelling at you. âWhy not?â
You shrug. âWhen San likes someone, nothing can stop him from liking someone unless he wants to. Iâll just let it run its course and hopefully my own feelings will vanish in the process.â
âThat doesnât sound very healthy, YN.â
You let out a despondent laugh. âSure, probably not. But who knows? Maybe I can find someone else in the process.â You let out a sigh before glancing at your now-cold sandwich. âI gotta head out, but thanks for talking, Joong. Iâll see you in class.â
Hongjoong can barely say goodbye before you hang up the phone and lean back. This is going to be difficult. The more you see Yeseul, the more you know youâll accidentally slip up and something will tip her and San off. Your headache is pulsing behind your eyes and you take a small bite of your sandwich, your appetite diminishing. You miss being a child and your biggest worry is that San sneezed on your lollipop.
With another groan, you wrap up the sandwich and just go for a late-night drive instead to clear your head. Itâs something that has never failed to calm you down and keep your mind level. San always berates you for driving alone at night, but youâd like to say youâre pretty safe. Plus, even he has agreed that itâs pretty calming whenâyou frown, forcing thoughts of San to leave your brain.
You donât really know how long youâve been out, but itâs surely long enough that Yeseul has left. As you carefully open the door, thereâs a long silence, and you sigh, happy you made it home free. But as youâre about to call out for San, you hear a high-pitched moan come from his bedroom. And it certainly is not San.
You almost turn tail and head right back out of the apartment when you hear Sanâs reverberating moans fill the house. Against your better judgment, you take off your shoes and step closer towards his bedroom. His bedroom door is cracked open and curse him for putting his mirror right in view where you can see him leaning back on his bed, his lower half hidden off the edge of it and you can only see Yeseulâs knees.
And in your head, you know itâs wrong. But your heart is beating out of your chest and you can feel heat building in your core. And, well, youâve always worn your heart on your sleeve. You keep yourself pressed against the wall, staring at the way the muscles in Sanâs neck strain and the way he moans with every snap of his hips. Youâre sure your panties are soaked through by now, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. The taste of copper enters your mouth but you couldnât care less.
Itâs only when San sits up, probably to fuck into Yeseul better and he disappears from the mirror that you rip yourself away and escape into your own room. Not another thought enters your brain as you strip your leggings and underwear off, flopping on your bed and closing your eyes as you let your hand trail down to press against your slick pussy. It doesnât take long for you to sink your fingers into your sopping cunt, turning your head to bury your face into your pillow.
The guilt in the back of your mind is quickly sent away as you imagine Sanâs hands fucking you instead. Heâs always had well-worn hands, and your brain fogs up as you imagine him leaning forward to mouth at your neck as he fucks you.
Your brain flips back and forth between the idea of him eating you out so well and fucking so many loads into you with his thick cock that your stomach swells and you whimper into your pillow as your core tightens and you come onto your fingers. You feel tears prick your eyes as you get up to wipe your hands of the cream coating your fingers and toss the tissue in the trash. Youâre not sure how youâll be able to face San or Yeseul again after that.
You can feel the shame burning inside of you and you close your eyes and cry yourself to sleep silently.
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Waking up is disorienting, your eyes red-rimmed and your bottom lip raw and blood dried on it. You feel like death and youâre pretty sure you canât attend class like this. You lean over and grab your phone, yawning as you send your professor a text with a weak excuse. You donât really care how plausible it is, Professor Jeong usually is quite understanding so you donât worry about that for too long. San had texted you an hour ago, asking if you had come home, and you choose not to answer it.
You can hear mumbling in the other room, probably Yeseul and San sharing goodbyes, when you hear the door shut behind her. Unlike you, sheâs probably happy to go to class and tell all her friends about her night with the campus fuckboy.
It takes another thirty minutes for you to finally roll out of bed and put some lotion on your face, hoping for the traces of the questionable night you had to erase from your face. Once youâre satisfied with your appearance, you venture out into your living room where San is standing by the door. âWhen did you get back?â he asks without even turning around. âI texted you like, an hour ago.â
You shrug, avoiding his eyes as you move into the kitchen to find breakfast. âI only just woke up, San.â
Your roommate gives a short huff, following close behind you. âDonât you have class? Yeseul just left so you could walk with her.â
You try not to roll your eyes at the idea of that. âIâm not feeling well so I donât think Iâll go.â
âYouâre not feeling well?â Sanâs voice deepens in concern and as you grab a yoghurt, he places his hand atop your forehead. âYou are feeling pretty warm.â
At his touch, too many memories of last night flood through your brain and you shake away his hand. âYeah. Iâll just go lie down for a little. Have a good day.â
Before he can say anything else, or realise your suspicious behaviour, you dodge past him and head off back into your room to hide. âI left your pizza in the fridge,â he calls after you and you just grunt in thanks before barricading yourself in your room.
You lean against the door for a minute before you realise you didnât even grab a spoon. Unwilling to go back out there, youâve resigned yourself to licking it out of the container like a cat when you hear a gentle knock at the door.
âI got you a spoon,â Sanâs unsure voice filters through the wooden door, and you squeeze your eyes shut.
âThanks, San,â you murmur, turning to open the door a crack and take the proffered utensil. âSorry for being short with you.â
His lips quirk into a half-smile, a silent acceptance of your apology. âI get it. Just get some rest, YN.â
You close the door again, this time a warm heart in your chest mixing with the guilt you still feel in your gut. Youâre not sure how on earth youâre going to get over your feelings for San.
-
Avoiding San goes well for the most part. You are in your finals week anyway, and youâre spending most of your time at the library or in class. Your collegeâs library stays open for 24 hours during the last week of school anyways so some nights youâve just been staying there until morning. Hongjoong disapproves heavily but doesnât say much about it and you appreciate his support either way.
Avoiding Yeseul proves much harder. She seems to always find her way to wherever you happen to be, interrupting you and Hongjoongâs study sessions with a perfect smile and narrowed eyes. You donât know what she wants from you, and you arenât pleased with her presence.
But one evening, youâre about to leave the library to have some dinner when she corners you. âYN, letâs talk,â she says in that sickeningly saccharine voice of hers, looping her arm into yours and pulling you down the street. âI have some things to ask you.â
Unwilling, you try to tug your arm out of her grasp, but the girl is stronger than you expected. She pulls you all the way to her dorm on campus, sitting you down on her leather couch. âWhat is your relationship with Choi San?â
Her question comes so suddenly you need a minute to register. To her credit, Yeseul waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts. âHeâs my friend and roommate?â you say as truthfully as you can muster, although you know itâs an absolute lie, and judging from her expression, Yeseul doesnât believe you either.
âDonât take me as a fool, YN. The way he talks about you is undeniable.â
âThat seems like something you should be talking to him about,â you say, attempting to get up from the couch but Yeseul just pushes you back down.
âIâve tried. He just tells me thereâs nothing to worry about and I donât believe that,â Yeseul grits through her teeth.
And you have to give it to her. She did try to come to San about her worries. But the way she refuses to trust him grates on your nerves. He stopped his fuckboy activities to be with her, and yet sheâs worried about you, one of the few girls who isnât all over him at any moment. You arch a brow. âDo you not trust him?â
Yseul scoffs. âOf course not. Heâs a fuckboy. But I like the status I get with him. I just donât want to end up embarrassed.â
Well, that will be inevitable, you canât help but think to yourself. No matter how much your relationship with San is strained, youâre not about to let Yeseul talk shit about him like he isnât genuinely trying for her.
âThatâs where you come into play,â Yeseulâs smirk turns sharp. âIâm going to call San. Ask him to choose between us. If he chooses you, then I want you to stay far, far away from him.â
You shrug. No matter the outcome, itâs not like youâre not already keeping your distance from San. In the end, youâll just tell him to break up with her and let him deal with the chaos himself. âGo ahead,â bitch.
San picks up on the first ring. âYeseul?â Heâs cheery and your heart aches at the thought of Yeseul breaking his so easily. âWhatâs the occasion?â
âHey, babe, I just have a quick question, and I need you to answer truthfully for me, okay?â At his pause, she takes that as a go-ahead. âWho would you pick? Me or YN.â
Thereâs a long silence on the phone. âYeseul, we need to break up.â
Only one thing unites you and Yeseul in this moment, and itâs your shared confusion for Sanâs reaction. âWhat do you mean?â her voice turns panicked. âIsnât that a little far?â
âYouâve been stuck on this, and I donât know how much I have to reassure you, Yeseul. I havenât even seen YN for the past two weeks. And sheâs my closest friend. Iâm not dropping her for a two-week relationship. I hope you have a good time, Yeseul.â
Before you can react at all, Yeseul screeches and points an accusing finger at you. âThis is all your fault, YN!â
Your jaw drops at her absolute audacity. âMy fault? What are you on? I was just trying to live peacefully when you dragged me into this plot ignoring my advice. I told you to talk to him, to just fucking trust him. God, youâre an idiot. And Iâm going home.â
Without another word, you leave, still fuming over that interaction. Couldnât she just have made the call without you? Youâre happy you donât have to do all the convincing for San to leave her, but that just complicates things for you. Would he really so easily drop Yeseul just for you? From what youâve heard, he was practically head over heels for her.
With another sigh, you head back to the library. You need to finish that exam.
-
âPens down, and turn in your exams,â you hear the professor call, and you donât think youâve ever gotten up so fast. Youâre so, so fucking happy that youâve finished your last year and now youâre free.
As soon as your professor accepts your paper you race out of the lecture hall, only stopped by the cafeteria when you hear someone call your name. Lee Juyeon, someone youâve started growing closer to, waves you down. âHey, YN, congrats on finishing!â he smiles at you and you canât help but smile back, the giddiness contagious.
âThanks! You too,â you say, pulling him into a hug. âItâs so nice to be done.â Practically nothing could dampen your mood, especially seeing Juyeon. Heâs sweet, and you have an inkling he likes you. And youâre not opposed to it.
âIt really is,â Juyeon agreed cheerfully. âLook, I have to go celebrate with my family, I just wanted to say hi. But heyâŠthereâs this end of the year party on Saturday, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.â
And your suspicions were right. You think about it for a moment. Youâre not the biggest party person, anyone knows that, but Juyeon is sweet and just what you need, so you accept eagerly. It doesnât take long for the two of you to exchange numbers and for him to promise to send you more details before he runs off. And through your excitement, you know you still have to go meet with San whoâs probably waiting for you just outside. He wanted to see you as soon as you finish your exams, and you didnât have the heart to decline.
âCongratulations on finishing your last exam, YN!â San cheers as soon as you exit the college building. âIâm so proud of you!â
Youâre too tired to complain when San sweeps you up into a hug, just letting yourself relax in his firm arms. After all this work, you think youâll let yourself indulge in his affection. âThanks, Sanah. I appreciate it.â You let your chin rest on his broad shoulder, closing your eyes and letting the exhaustion take over you. âCan I go to bed now?â
You hear him chuckle, the vibrations from his chest comforting you. âYeah, yeah. We can celebrate later. Come on.â
He tugs you all the way to your apartment, dropping you on the couch and quickly curling right up next to you. You canât bring yourself to care. âIâm proud of you,â he repeats into your hair as he tucks your head into his neck. Your eyes flutter shut.
When you reopen them, itâs bordering on evening. San is no longer wrapped around you, and you can hear him moving about in the kitchen. âSan,â you call out, voice raspy from having just woken up. âWhat are you doing?â
âAh, Iâm making dinner,â he responds, his voice too warm for your liking, your heart beating just a little faster. âCome and eat.â
With a bit of difficulty, you rise from the couch and move to the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter. âJapchae? When did you learn how to cook this?â
San chuckles. âWooyoung taught me the other day because he was bored. I figured itâd be a nice surprise for you after all your hard work.â
Your lips twitch, unsure if you should smile or pout. âThatâs sweet. Thank you again, San.â
As you start eating the noodles (thereâs a little too much sesame but you donât have the heart to tell San that), San clears his throat. âSoâŠI promised to take you to a party.â
You vaguely remember this conversation. âAh, yeah. What did you have in mind?â
âThereâs this end of the year party, itâs supposed to be the biggest one, hosted by Jackson Wang.â
âAhââ you shake your head, eyes apologetic. âI promised someone else Iâd go with them. I didnât know that was the party you wanted to take me to. Maybe we can do something else on a different day?â
Sanâs lips turn downward the slightest bit. âThatâs okay. There are other parties. Who invited you, by the way?â His tone is casual, and yet you still feel like youâre walking into the lionâs den.
âAh, Lee Juyeon from college. I think heâs in Hongjoongâs philosophy department, but heâs a year behind. Heâs cute so I figured Iâd give it a try.â
âItâs a date?â Your brows furrow at the heaviness in Sanâs voice but you pay it no mind and nod. âI see. Well, have fun.â
The rest of the dinner is filled with silence, San picking at his food and you in no mood to try and dissect his mood. He takes your empty bowl and starts doing the dishes, and you mumble out a thank you before running back to your room. Heâs clearly not willing to talk more and itâs best to give him space.
As you lay in bed, you canât help but worry about what is so grating on his mind after you mentioned your date. You canât think of anything that would cause him to be angryâas far as youâre aware he has no grudges against Lee Juyeon, much less met him. Shaking your head, you try and fall asleep. Itâs best not to dwell on it, you can just ask him tomorrow.
-
Itâs Saturday, and youâre in a foul mood. San hasnât spoken to you in the four days leading up to the party, avoiding you like thereâs no tomorrow. The only saving grace comes in the form of Juyeonâs excited texts, telling you all about his outfit for the party, and you respond with matching enthusiasm. When you meet with Juyeon in front of the large house where the party is held, the thought of San isnât even on your mind. Instead, you just take Juyeonâs offered hand and follow him into the party.
You weave through the bodies, reaching the counter where shots are being passed around. âWant vodka or tequila?â Juyeon asks, his voice pitching higher to be heard over the bass. Without answering him, you just reach for the bottle of tequila, pouring the two of you shots. âGood choice,â Juyeon laughs, throwing his head back as he downs the alcohol, you following suit shortly.
âYou know, I never pegged you for a college party fan,â you lean in, laughing. âMaybe I should hang out with you more.â
Juyeon chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist. âMaybe you should. I know great party-throwers. Although Iâve heard youâve been to your fair share, what being Sanâs friend and all.â
You shake your head, a smile on your face. âMaybe at first, but you know, organic chemistry isnât an easy major to balance with a party life.â
Juyeon laughs loudly, bumping you with his hip. âI understand the pain. Philosophy falls into that category of majors too. Another shot?â
You take the second shot happily, letting the alcohol burn through your veins as you stumble alongside Juyeonâs wandering through the crowd. Whatever youâre doing is a blur, all you can focus on is Juyeonâs smile and his warm hand holding yours.
It feels like barely a moment has passed when Juyeon pulls you into a nearly empty room of couches, only a few other couples lingering in the corners. âI hope youâve been enjoying yourself,â Juyeon starts, his eyes sparkling as he takes in your appearance. âItâs been fun hanging out.â
âI did too,â you agree with a small smile, looking up at him through your lashes.
He leans in, and you lean in, and your lips brush. Itâs a sweet kiss, one that you lean into as Juyeon wraps his arms around your waist. Itâs warm and you smile into it. And then a familiar face pops into your head. You wonder to yourself how San would kiss you, if he would do it as sweetly as Juyeon or if he would devour your lips like it was his last meal.
When Juyeon pulls away for air, you feel guilt burning in your stomach again. Why would you think of other men when Juyeonâs right here in front of you? As Juyeon leans in to kiss you again, you almost move back before a hand grips your shoulder and pulls you into a broad chest.
âHey, man, Iâm going to have to talk to YN if you donât mind.â Youâd recognise your best friendâs voice anywhere, and it only serves to fill you with annoyance. Sure, you werenât as into Juyeonâs kisses as you expected, but it doesnât mean youâre thrilled to be interrupted by the man whoâs been ignoring you.
Juyeon takes one look at San, and something changes in his eyes. A mix of reluctance and acceptance, and with a short nod and smile towards you, he slips away from you. You turn to San, frowning at the sharpness in his narrowed eyes, not one youâre used to seeing or enjoy seeing. âWhy would you kiss him?â he spits, and your annoyance grows with confusion being added to the mix.
âWhat do you mean, âwhy kiss himâ? I told you, San, I was on a date. Why the fuck did you interrupt us?â
âI like you.â Those three words would be a dream for you to hear from his mouthâŠif you werenât so pissed.
âNo, fuck that. I do not need to hear that from you right now. Not when I was enjoying my night with Juyeon. What was confessing supposed to do for you, San? Itâs too late now. I wanted to enjoy this party, and now I have to go apologise to Juyeon for you.â San opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head, pushing him away from you.
You leave San standing by himself as you search for Juyeon, your mood immediately souring. Why would he fucking do this to you? You can feel tears burning your eyelids and you abandon your search for Juyeon, searching instead for some liquor to take away your embarrassment.
As you pour yourself another shot of tequila, you notice a familiar face, Hongjoong talking to a girl you recognise as someone he hangs out with sometimes. They look like theyâre getting it on and you feel a little bad, but you need his advice. âHey, Kim Hongjoong!â you call out to him, waving him over. Hongjoongâs eyes brighten and he makes his way over, leaving the girl staring after him longingly, but her attention is soon taken away by two other guys. You recognise one of them from the cafeteria but you donât remember his name.
âHey, YN, whatâs up? I didnât expect to see you here, did San take you?â Your face falls and Hongjoong realises he stepped into dangerous territory. âOkay, what happened?â
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âI canât believe San is mad at me for kissing someone at the party,â you groan after explaining to Hongjoong the events leading up to now. âSure, maybe it wasnât the best move on my part but heâs had like, twenty million one-night stands, and yet I canât kiss someone else? He hasnât even talked to me after I mentioned going on a date. And yet he looked positively murderous after he saw me kissing that other guy.â
Hongjoong tilts his head, confused. âIsnât that what you wanted, though? You like him.â
âI did! I do! But Iâm so sick of waiting around for him, and I couldâve had a chance at liking someone else. Heâs all over the place, and I donât know if thatâs what I want in a man.â Youâre lying to both Hongjoong and yourself, and Hongjoong knows it, raising an eyebrow.
âHonestly, YN, it just sounds like you need to talk to him.â Hongjoong crosses his arms, tapping his foot and eager to back to the girl was with, but also not wanting to ditch you in your time of need. You feel a little bad for pulling him away, but your mind is swirling with so many thoughts, you donât know if you can sort them out by yourself and drinking to erase those thoughts is not something you like to do. Youâre not San.
And speak of the devil, you smell his familiar cologne before his hand lands on your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. You whirl around out of his grip and glare at him. âGet off me,â you snap. âIâm in the middle of a conversation right now, Choi San.â
With one glance at Hongjoong, he raises his hands and winks at you. âHave that talk, YN. Itâll do you more good than harm.â
Oh, youâre going to kill that traitor after the party. You turn your attention back to San, your mouth twisted into a frown. âYou make this quick or else.â
San has the decency to look a little ashamed as his eyes shake. âCan we talk on the patio? Itâs too loud in here.â
With a dramatic sigh, you grab his wrist and pull him through the crowd to the back door, practically slamming it behind you. You can see the eyes of people interested in the drama through the windows but you pay it no mind. âSpeak. You get five minutes before I go back in and you donât talk to me again for the rest of the night.â
Sanâs face falls and his lips pull into a pout. But no matter how subconsciously adorable he is, you refuse to fall for his charms this time. The heat of anger is still curling in your gut when you think about the argument from earlier. âYN, come on, I had a good reason.â
You shake your head, ignoring the strands of hair that fall into your eyes. âNo, San. Confessing to me is not a good reason to fuck up my night. You didnât even apologise. Youâve been ignoring me for days after I mentioned my date, and the moment I kiss Juyeon you get all angry and jealous? Be for real.â You pause for breath, glaring daggers into his eyes. âYou are not owed my time, especially after that shit you pulled. Yeseulâs jealousy is why you broke up with her, so why are you like this to me?â
Sanâs gaze intensifies and you can see him actively trying to reign in his temper. Although he does his best to remain calm, if tempers are rising, he can be intense. âYN, what was I supposed to do? Watch you go out with him? Watch you slip from my fingers just like that?â
âYes!â you all but scream at him. âIf I could sit by and let Yeseul take each little bit of your heart, you couldâve done the same! I was going to be happy, San! I wouldnât have to sit behind and watch you from the sidelines with my heart slowly cracking. But I donât get that same courtesy.â
You step forward, poking his chest with a finger as you let loose your storm of thoughts. In your anger, you donât even notice Sanâs arm moving until it wraps around your waist and pulls you into him. The action shocks you enough that you stop mid-sentence, your finger still pressing into Sanâs flesh. âYou love me?â San leans in, his nose brushing against yours.
You can feel heat flare up in your face as you stare wide-eyed at him. It takes you a moment to register your compromising position and you stumble back, pushing at his chest. âDonât do that,â you hiss, turning your eyes away. âI donât like you, San. Not anymore.â
âYouâre lying.â Sanâs voice is firm. âLook at me in the eyes and tell me you donât like me anymore.â
You donât know where you got it from. Youâve never been good at lying, not to San. Maybe it was the alcohol burning through your system, mixing with the shame and anger you feel. But this time, you stare him directly in the eye and say the four words that mightâve been the biggest lie in your life. âI donât like you.â Sanâs brows furrow and he shakes his head.
âNoââ
âYes, San. You cannot just waltz around and expect me to keep the patience I had for you. Iâm sick of being pulled around like a puppet. Maybe at first you didnât know. But refusing to give me space when I asked for it?â You shake your head, glancing back at the party. âIâm going back in. We can talk about the apartment lease later.â
Without glancing back, you re-enter the house. And maybe it hurts a little that he doesnât go after you, but at this point, youâre too numb and all you want to do is go home and cry. But home is not an option, not when it would probably be the first place he would look for you. Fighting back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you slide into your car, staring blankly at the wheel for a long moment until you feel composed and sober enough to drive.
And drive you certainly do. Youâre not quite sure where youâre going, and youâre plenty aware that this is a bad idea, but you just let yourself go around and calm yourself down first. The crisp breeze paired with the warm spring air does wonders to clear your head and paired with the late times, there are not too many cars out. Itâs peaceful.
Youâre not too sure how long you were out, but itâs long enough for the blurry memory of the argument to clear and you groan, pulling over to park by the side of the road and let your head hit the steering wheel. You went too far. San had always been the more emotional of you two, always wearing his heart on his sleeve. He mustâve had a hard time with Yeseul, and although it doesnât excuse him, you never gave him a chance to properly apologise.
With a sigh, you check your phone to see five missed calls and twenty texts from San asking where you are. He somehow even got your neighbours (a sweet couple in their twenties who babysit Byeol sometimes) to ask you if youâre okay. As your finger hovers over the call button, debating whether to call him back, bright headlights shine behind your car and you stiffen. Your hand hovers over the pepper spray you keep in the dash as you press the call button in a panic. No matter what the disagreement was about, you know San would still come to your aid if you needed it.
âYN, open the door. Iâve been worried sick!â Sanâs voice crackles through the receiver and you spin around in your seat, squinting at the figure standing behind your car and your shoulders sag in relief.
âGod, San, you scared the shit out of me!â you scold, leaning over to unlock the passenger seat and push the door open while hanging up the call. âGet in here.â
A haggard-looking San slides in, his eyes red-rimmed and mouth pressed into a thin line. The car that drove him turns and you look back in confusion before San starts explaining. âI wanted to give you space so I stayed at the party,â he starts explaining after a moment. âBut I got worried and went to the apartment to find you. But you werenât there, and I asked all your friends. Iâm lucky you left your location on, and my friend gave me a ride.â
You wince. You forgot about turning off your location, although youâre glad you didnât as it wouldâve been more dangerous otherwise. âIâm sorry,â you mumble, turning your eyes to look out the windshield. âI just needed to clear my head so I went for a drive.â
Thereâs a long period of suffocating silence between the two of you when San finally speaks, his voice quiet. âIâm sorry,â he starts and your head snaps towards him, eyes wide. Of all the things you expected to fall from his lips, an apology is not one of those things. Not tonight, at least. âI was too pushy. I shouldnât have ignored you, or interrupted your time with Juyeon. I shouldâve talked to you like an adult.â
You laugh, resting your head on the steering wheel. âWhat an astute observation, San. However did you come to that conclusion?â Your exasperation is evident in your tone and San sucks in a breath at how done you seem. âLook, San. Iâm sure you didnât mean it to be that bad. But Iâm justâŠtired. Iâm tired of always wondering what is running through your mind, where I am in your list of importance. You date Yeseul, but break up with her over me. You give me the cold shoulder when I go on a date, but suddenly me being on a date is unacceptable. I just donât know how to take anything.â
Against your will, tears start to drop onto your thighs, streaking down the skin and you sniff. âShit,â San panics beside you. âI didnât mean to make you cry.â He hands you a tissue and you take it with shaking hands, pressing your face into it as San tugs you closer, guiding you to lean against him.
He repeats soft little âsorryâs and leans his head atop yours, his tears falling onto your hair. The two of you stay in this position for a long while, no words are needed to understand the emotional moment.
âLetâs go home, YN,â San mumbles, his voice vibrating deep in your heart. âLetâs go home and we can talk tomorrow.â
You sniff again, tears run dry as you sit up and wipe your eyes. âOkay,â you whisper out. âLetâs go home.â
San stays attached to you throughout the drive home, his hand gripping onto your own hand whenever he can, and quickly wrapping you into a back hug as you walk up to the apartment. âIâŠcuddle with me tonight?â you ask, eyes flitting away from his face, missing the brilliant smile that spreads across it.
âI wouldnât have it any other way,â he hums, walking with you to his room, and he lets you slide in first, the smell of his detergent filling your mind and your eyelids flutter shut already. San crawls in next to you, pulling you close.
âGood night, YN,â San mumbles as your breathing evens out. As you drift off into sleep, you swear you feel his soft lips on your forehead but you dismiss it as wishful thinking.
-
When you reawaken, Sanâs still curled up, your body covered by his, his breathing slow and gentle. You canât help but blink a couple of times to make sure it isnât a dream when his arms tighten around your waist and he shifts. âYN?â His morning voice is as rough as always, rumbling low in his chest.
âHey, Sanah,â you greet him quietly, leaning up to meet his eyes blinking slowly at you like a catâs. âGood morning.â
âHi.â He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, breathing in your scent. âI should probably explain myself.â His voice vibrates against your neck and you giggle softly at the ticklish feeling.
âThat would be nice.â
San huffs, but he canât complain about your snark. âI like you, YN. I donât know when I started to, and I definitely didnât realise I did until I started dating Yeseul. I did like her, but not as deeply as I thought I did. It was so easy to break up with her as soon as she made me pick between you and her. The answer came to me without a doubt in my mind as soon as the question left her lips, and yet I still didnât realise my true feelings.â He laughs self-deprecatingly, and you stroke his hair comfortingly. âI didnât realise why I was so pissed about you going out with Juyeon, and thatâs why I was avoiding you. Itâs a stupid reason, I know. But I just didnât know why, not until I saw you at the party kissing him. I just wanted to be there instead of you. And Iâm sorry, and I understand if you donât like me anymore, butââ
âI love you.â
His head snaps up to stare at you after your sudden declaration, and after he registers your words a smile spreads across his face. He puffs out a breathy chuckle and you know his answer before he even says it. âI love you too.â
His eyes shine like youâve hung the stars in the skies, and when they flit down to your lips, you know an unspoken question when you see it. You lean forward slowly, letting your eyes close once more when your lips meet his.
And damn, you were right about how San kisses. In a second, he deepens the kiss, bringing his hands up to cup your face while his tongue swipes at your lips. Shyly, you part your lips and he dives right in, licking into your mouth and biting at your lips.
âSanah,â you gasp into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his plush lips. âSanahââ
You repeat his name like a prayer as his lips travel down to your neck, littering wet kisses and bite marks all over your sensitive skin. âFuck, baby, youâre so sweet to me,â San moans against your body. âPlease, please, let me treat you right, make it up to you. Let me worship you.â
You whine as he laves his tongue over your breasts spilling out of the crop top you had worn last night. Any other time you wouldâve stressed at how gross the clothes were but right now you could hardly even think about it. âFuck, yes, please,â you beg when San nips at your cleavage, leaving a mark.
âAh, already begging for me,â San groans, his hips pressing into your legs. âYouâre so perfect.â His voice grows whiney as his sucks on your nipples, making your back arch.
His kisses move down your body until his breath is ghosting over your stomach and his hands are pawing at your pants, shoving them down as quickly as he can. He doesnât have the same amount of minimal patience for your panties, and before you can react, heâs ripped them off your legs. âChoi San!â you scold, shifting to try and sit up but his grip on your hips stops you from moving too far.
âIâll buy you a new pair,â San promises before diving right in and sucking at your clit without another momentâs hesitation. Your hips jerk and your core tightens at the sudden feeling as you throw your head back and moan so loudly itâs bordering on a scream
His ministrations on your dripping cunt have you wordless. His fingers are pressing into your hip bones, the sensation making you squirm. As soon as his tongue breaches your clenching hole your hands fly down to grasp at his hair. âFuckââ you squeal, your legs attempting to close but San just pushes them apart again, busying himself in your folds.
âFuck, you taste so good,â San groans, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine as he lets his teeth scrape against your clit. You can hardly focus on anything at the barrage of sensations filling you up, San fucking his tongue into you so well. Your thighs are shaking as you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter against his face.
When you tilt your head down, he meets your eyes as he moves one of his hands to push a finger into your hole. âShitââ your grip on his hair tightens impossibly. âSanahââ
âCome for me, love,â San groans, and you let the dam break, screaming out his name until your voice is hoarse, and San licks up your release through it all.
When he finally pulls away from your twitching and sensitive core, his lips are covered in your glistening slick, thick globs of it sitting pretty on his chin. Without thinking, you pull him down and crash your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue. San groans as you lick his face clean, shoving your tongue deep into his mouth.
âFuck, I need to fuck you right now or else I think I might go insane,â San growls, blindly fumbling in his nightstand to pull out a condom as he shoves down his sweats to reveal his hard, red cock. Without another thought, he opens the pack with his teeth, rolling the latex down his length with ease thanks to the precum dribbling down it.
He lines up, the tip of it kissing your hole, when you groan. Youâre much too impatient for this, reaching down and holding him steady as you shift your body to sink onto his thick cock. âShit, YN,â San grits out as you take him deeper and deeper until your cunt kisses his crotch. âYouâre too much.â
You pant, shifting on his cock as you try to get used to the stretch. Heâs not the longest youâve had, but heâs thick and the stretch is almost too much. âYouâre fucking talking, you fill me up so fucking well, Sanah.â You hiss as you throw your head back, the stinging melting into pleasure. âFuck me already, San. Or should I go and find Juyeon toââ
Youâre cut off by San thrusting into you so violently that you swear the bed shakes. âI donât want to hear that fucking name out of your mouth anymore,â San commands, leaning forward until his body weight pins you down and your eyes roll back as he starts fucking into you with short, quick thrusts.
With every movement, you feel like you may break apart. You can hear every slick sound, the sound of it obscene, and yet all you want is more. Your previous release coats his cock so well, thick strings of it attaching to his hips.
His arms wrap around your waist, and before you can protest or do anything, he hoists you up until youâre sitting in his lap. You swear this angle makes him impale you even deeper, his cockhead kissing the perfect spot deep inside you. Your head drops to Sanâs shoulder, moaning against the fabric of his shirt. âFuck, San, youâre so deep,â you moan high-pitched. âYouâre so fucking good for me.â
San growls, pressing a kiss behind your ear. âYouâre so tight for me, so much better than Yeseul. I saw you in the mirror, you know,â he whispers conspiratorially and you gasp and clench, snapping your head to look at him. âYouâre not as sneaky as you thought, love. Did you touch yourself to the thought of me fucking you so well?â
You whine, words failing you, and Sanâs hips slow to a stop. You try your best to grind against him but his hands grip your waist, keeping you still. âPleaseââ you try to beg but San chuckles and nips at your earlobe.
âAnswer me, YN.â
âFuckâ Yes!â you cry out, so eager for him to start moving again. âWanted you to fill me with your cum so well until it was spilling out of me. Please, please, please, fuck me.â
âHm.â And without any warning, San jerks his hips up into you, biting into your neck like a fucking vampire and you scream, hips stuttering as you come on his cock. You donât think youâre making any coherent noises, just babbling into his neck as your bones become jelly from the overstimulation.
If you thought the sounds were obscene before, you swear theyâve become ten times worse as you lay limp against Sanâs body. Heâs moving you up and down his cock like a doll and you pant, squeezing your eyes shut as you still feel aftershocks from your orgasm.
âShit, youâre so warm around me, Iâm gonna come,â San moans in your ear, his rhythm breaking as he drops your weight on his cock. You can feel him twitching inside you as his teeth sink into your neck once more. âGod, I want to fill you up so badly, but thatâs just going to have to wait, my love.â
After a long moment, he pulls out, groaning at your come coating the condom and his thighs. Without thinking, he dips his fingers in the mess and brings it to his mouth, licking it off like itâs the most delicious thing in the world to him. âCome here, baby,â he says in that beautifully raspy voice, and you lean forward, meeting his lips in another kiss.
This kiss is sweet and soft, but the lingering taste of your shared releases still permeates your taste buds. You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder as he lays against the wall with you in his arms.
âIâm sorry,â he apologises again, pressing another kiss to the top of your head and itâs almost like he hadnât fucked you like it was your last day on earth. âI wonât ever leave you again.â
You hum, turning your head to pepper kisses over his neck freckles. âI should be the one saying that. I love you, San. And Iâll always run to you with no hesitation.â
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Hey, Mickey!
University AU
TW: Language, Alcohol Consumption, P w/out P, Hook-Up Culture, Y/N's a bit promiscuous but so are her friends lmfao
Smut Warnings: Sloppy Make Outs, Penetrative Sex, Degradation, Name Calling, Oral (Giving and Receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, San's a meanie (translated: soft dom ish), Unprotected Sex (contraceptives are sexy guys), Creampie, Cockwarming(ish), Manhandling, Multiple Orgasms
Genre: Romance, Smut, Exes-to-FWB-to-Lovers, Minors DNI
Pairing: Choi San x Reader
YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
Word Count: 4.3K
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Notes: I'm in my choi san era and the hey mickey you so fine audio has been stuck in my head all day so oop here we go
Disclaimer:Â Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.
Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!
"Oh, yeah, he's my ex-boyfriend," you shrugged.
"He's your ex?!" Your friend shouted and you flinched back. She whips her head back and turns your head gently for you to follow her gaze.
"Way to be subtle..."
"Look at him! He's sculpted like a god!" She whispers harshly. San, meanwhile, shakes his hair with his hand while talking to two of your other friends. Sure, you could see why your friend found him attractive, all the surface-level bull shit at the very least. Good build, strong figure, killer jawline, etc. etc. Hell, sometimes you swear he'd subtly flex on purpose just to get his admirers swooning. He's so fucking pretentious for that. But his looks are where it ends.
"You're overreacting," you rolled your eyes and pulled away from her. Cocky and good for nothing, whenever you'd spend any amount of time with San you'd always get worked up in some shape or form. Once your friend saw how much of a shitty person he could be she'd definitely run the other way. Choi San was basically a walking red flag.
"(Y/N), how the fuck did you fumble the bag with him?! He's so damn fine," she chews on the tip of her thumb.
"Okay, hold on," you defended yourself, "first of all, I broke up with him, and second of all, it was a mutual agreement to break up," you explained. Your friend groaned and slumped against her chair.
"So he's off limits then?" She asks sadly.
"Off limits? Far from, by all means take him," you waved your hand absently. "San and I agreed to go back to being friends, we worked better that way anyway," you shook your head. Just friends, you weren't really lying, you were just cutting around the truth.
"How long did you date?"
"Two years."
"Fuck... How long has it been since you broke up?" She asks.
"Three years."
"Oh, shit, okay then!" She tucks her hair behind her ear. "How do I look?"
"Stunning, go get him, tiger," you said with a chided tone. Yeosang breaks his conversation with San as soon as he spots you. Your friend brushes past him, bumping into his shoulder on her way over but sparing no other interaction. Yeosang side-eyed her until he finally reached you.
"What's up with her?"
"He got her," you laughed without sparing a glance.
"He has that effect," Yeosang takes the now spare chair. "You're still on for tonight, though, right?" You looked up from your computer.
"Of course, I am, when have I ever said no to a party?" You asked. Yeosang throws his hands up.
"Just asking! Last time we went out you bailed!"
"I didn't bail I ended up hooking up with someone so I got busy!" You explained. Someone who just happened to be talking up your friend at the moment.
"Sure, (Y/N)! Ditch your childhood friends so you could go fuck around, we don't mind!" Wooyoung hops into the conversation. Technically you didn't ditch your childhood friends, considering he is one of them. "As long as you bring us, of course," he grins.
"Screw you!" You pushed his head away playfully. "I'm serious, I have to finish this before we go out tonight." You waved your hand to silence Wooyoung and continued typing away.
"You're such a killjoy, (Y/N)," Wooyoung sits on the other chair now. "What are you wearing?" He asks. You slid your phone to him to show him the picture and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Whoops, wrong one," you slid your finger across the screen to show the actual outfit.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Wooyoung swiped to the previous picture and leaned toward Yeosang, who shrugged and continued drinking his iced coffee.
"Saw that one already."
"Huh?!" Wooyoung's jaw dropped.
"Bruh, I told you to choose the other one!" Yeosang argues.
"I didn't like the other one!" You fought back. Wooyoung swipes to the previous picture.
"No, yeah, (Y/N)'s right, she looks better in the black one," Wooyoung agrees.
"The blue looks better," Yeosang swipes to the blue lingerie picture and Wooyoung responds with a shocked expression.
"He just doesn't get it," Wooyoung shook his head.
"(Y/N), thanks for watching my things," your friend bounds back and grabs her backpack.
"How'd it go?" You ask.
"He's taking me with him to the party tonight!" She couldn't hide her excitement. "Oh, who are your other friends here?" She looks between the two boys that joined you.
"Close friends."
"We're friends with San too," Wooyoung speaks up right on time for San to arrive.
"Oh... oh, (Y/N), wait, are you sure you're okay with me talking to San?" She asks with apologetic eyes.
"Yeah, go for it, I'm talking to someone new anyway," you shrugged. Now that caught San's attention. You tried not to look at him, memories of just last week resurfacing now.
"Right! The guy from orgo, right?" Your friend sneaks in a sly look with an even slyer grin. "Tell me how your date goes tomorrow!" She gives you a side hug before smiling at San. Then, she was gone.
"Guy from orgo?" Yeosang asks. You took a deep breath, leave it to her to spill a secret.
"He's nice, and his name is Mark, so don't be mean!" you defended him.
"Do we know him?" Wooyoung butts in. "Come on, we know basically everything about each other, tell us about this guy," he insists.
"Nothing big, okay? He's just a sweet guy who asked me out on a date, alright?" You shut your laptop, knowing full well that your essay won't be done any time soon.
"You guys fuck yet?" Yeosang asks.
"Holy shit, straight to the point," you grimaced at him.
"Hup, that expression says everything. And you said yes to going out on another date?" Yeosang presses. "Wait, wait, is this why you asked me what color of lin-"
"Shut up, Yeo, we're in public!" You shushed him quickly, just in time to catch San's glance. "But... yeah, alright? He's just sweet, okay? I want it to work out," you cleared your throat. "He got me flowers the other day..." your face began to heat up.
"Holy shit," Yeosang shakes his head. "The bar is set so low."
"The bar is you, my guy," Wooyoung laughs at San. "Imagine how shitty of a boyfriend you have to be for your ex to be blown away when she gets flowers."
"What kind of flowers?" Yeosang asks.
"Lilacs! Look how cute they are," you showed him a picture.
"Aww, good for you, (Y/N), you deserve someone sweet like that," he nudges you softly.
"Yeah, (Y/N), you're always into assholes, so maybe this will shake things up a little," Wooyoung jokes.
"Hey," San finally speaks up.
"You are an asshole!" You all respond.
"Yeah, an asshole who's DDing you two later so watch your mouth," San glares at Wooyoung and Yeosang, who only roll their eyes.
"We're not even going to get that drunk!"
~
"I am so drunk!" Wooyoung cries into your arms while Yeosang threw up in a trashcan next to you.
"Dear god, okay, it's okay, Wooyoung," you comforted him.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Wooyoung grimaces.
"Ew, no, no, share the trashcan with Yeo," you shoved him off of you and tumbled out of the bathroom. You slammed the door shut and the girl who was next line looked at you with pleading eyes. "You don't want to go in there," you waved your hand and she ran off to find another bathroom. You pulled your phone out and typed out a quick response to Mark.
"Sending your friend after me? That's a dirty trick, (Y/N)," San leaned against the wall, effectively blocking your way out of the hall. You shoved your phone in your bra and took a deep breath.
"Hey, I didn't send her, she went herself," you shrugged.
"Is that right?" He leans toward you, hand playing with your dress strap. "She's waiting for me in this room here, you know," he nudges his head toward the door next to him. Your eyes slid over to it, the stark image of your poor friend waiting for her hook-up to return crossing your mind. San leans down to your ear, pulling you closer with the aforementioned dress strap. "Why don't we go into the room next to it?" Your eyes met his in an instant. You swore you wouldn't do this again.
"I hate you," you pushed forward and pressed your lips to his. Instantly, he fell into rhythm, like he had many times before, and like he would in the future. You pushed him against the door, the weak thing rattling against its frame, and your friend's surprised yelp resounding despite the deafening music. San smirked against your lips, one hand tugging your dress down your shoulders while the other held the side of your face. Quickly, the kiss got messier, it was gross, almost. Teeth grazing each other and tongues swirling together, it was disgusting, but fuck were you both into it. San pulled you into the next room over and kicked the door shut. He pushed you down onto the bed and climbed on top of you, his hands were gripping the bottom of his shirt before you pulled him down to kiss him again. You tugged at his belt buckle while his lips moved down from your lips to your neck, and you were just barely pulling it off by the time he started to bite down on your nape, and your hands squeezed at the leather while a strained moan escaped you. San pauses before pressing his lips against the shell of your ear.
"Oh, come on, you can do better than that." His knee pushes up between your legs and they open near habitually. You pulled his shirt off right as he pushed your skirt up, his belt was clattering against the floor right next to your panties, and now your dress was pooled under his jeans near the corner of the bed. San's lips attached to your chest, inching closer to your nipples as his hand pushed against your thigh.
Then, it hit you. You had a date tomorrow. You had a date with a wonderful guy, someone who treated you with so much care that you didn't even know was possible, and here you were, about to get dicked down by your ex-boyfriend just like you had been for months now. You grabbed onto his wrist and he stopped. He pushed himself up so that he hovered above you now.
"We can't do this, we said we'd stop," you were out of breath. San didn't say a single word, no, it was like he was waiting for you to really think harder about this. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, ready to leave, but San kept you caged between him. "I... I'm seeing someone right now," you admitted this, but you couldn't meet his eyes.
"Talking or dating?" He asks. You still couldn't look at him.
"Talking," you muttered. With two fingers he pushed against your cheek to face him.
"Are we going to fuck or not?" He asked. "If you want to stop right now, then I'll stop and go next door. If not, tell me now." He said in a low voice. Hell... you can't say no to him when you're looking at him like this. Plus... you really didn't want your friend to have sex with him.
"What's one more fuck?" You shook your head. It was the same thing you said last time, the time before that, and the time before that. What's one more fuck? That stupid smirk that San was so good at appeared on his face again while he moved down.
"What's one more fuck?" He mocks you. "You gonna say that again tomorrow when you come running back to me after that date of yours?" His tongue traces up the inside of your thighs and your arms start to give in under you. "Are you going to say that to me again after he fucks you too? When you find out that he can't take care of you the way I do?" His tongue swipes up your pussy now and your thighs tense up. San's hands held them down now, the skin beneath them no doubt bruising. Then, when you felt the feather-light kiss against your clit, you knew what you'd agreed to. San ate you out like everything was on the line, his tongue practically scooped at your walls like he was trying to get every last drop into him. Your hips bucked up, but he kept you pressed down, and your hand that had found its way into his hair seemed to work on its own.
"Ah... fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum," you shook your head against the mattress and you bundled his hair into your hands. "San, fuck, just like that," your moans grew louder with every circular motion he made. He sucked on your clit and, like that, you were undone. Your thighs pressed against his hands while your pussy clenched around his tongue, but not once did he let up, no, instead he picked up the pace. You rode through your first orgasm with him already building up your second one, but before you could get there, he rose up, wiping his mouth with the palm of his hand.
His hand presses against your pussy now, middle finger tracing the lips so gently. "Baby, I hope you weren't planning on enjoying the party, cuz you're in for a night," he chuckles. He kisses you again, with the slight bitter aftertaste of you on his tongue. He presses two fingers into you and your breath hitches again, then it's stolen by him, who deepened the kiss. You moaned against him, and you squirmed each time he pressed against your g-spot.
"San, ah," your voice shook and you pressed your head against the mattress again, trying your best to control yourself. He pressed his thumb against your clit and a high-pitched sound bubbled up your throat. He rolled it in small circles and your breathing picked up. His fingers plunged into you and your hands groped toward his cock. You gripped onto the waistband of his boxers, making small tugging motions that grew in intensity with each thrust. You finally pulled them down and he kicked it off. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and pumped it up and down. "Ah, wait, I'm cumming," your handjob slowed to a halt right as you felt your pussy clamping around him.
"Fuck, (Y/N)," his hand slows and he pulls his hand out. "Open." Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and San shoved his fingers inside your cheek, lipstick smearing under his thumb. His cock lined up at your pussy and he pushed into you.
"Oh fuck," you moaned. San gripped onto your chin now, his other hand holding onto the bedframe behind you while he worked his cock into you. Every time he'd pull out and push back in his cock went deeper into you, until finally, his hips hit yours.
"Made just for me, huh?" He grins. He nods your head up and down for you and you breathed out a shaky moan as he readjusted. "What's that new guy of yours gonna say when he finds out you're just a cock hungry slut?" He thrusts into you. "You're going to send him running." You tried to shake your head but he held you still while he pumped his cock into you. You held onto his wrist and tried to pull his hand off, but when you figured he wasn't budging, you grabbed onto the sheets under you instead.
"I... I'm going to cum," you choked out.
"Hold it."
"Ah... I can't," your hips rose to meet his. "I can't, please let me cum."
"I swear to god, if you cum, I'm going to send a picture of how fucked up you are to him." Every muscle in your body tensed. He released your face and grabbed your phone from wherever it had landed. He only paused for a second, just long enough for him to pull up the text conversation you had with your poor date. He raises the phone up and takes a picture, cock still inside of you and makeup messed up and all. He turned your phone around to show you, his thumb dangerously close to the send button.
"Don't, oh fuck, don't send that to him, please," you begged him. San placed the phone on the nightstand and started to pick up the pace. "San, don't send that to him."
"Don't cum then, easy as that," San leaned over you attaching his lips to your neck. "You can do it," he encouraged you, but his hand started to play with your clit and you could feel your head spinning.
"Fuck..." your words trailed off. You couldn't stop moaning now, and San grunting into your ear didn't help. You felt him bite down on your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys down to your collarbone. He lifts you off of the bed and moves under you. He grabs your hips and held you steady while he pistoned up into you. "San!" You grabbed onto the headboard.
"Say my name again," his thrusts started to get faster. "Say it!"
"San! Just like that, fuck, please let me cum," your head fell on his shoulder and your hands wrapped around his neck. You pressed sloppy kisses under his ear and San groaned. Then, to your horror and to his amusement, your phone started vibrating on the table. San stopped and you cried.
"Oho, who's that?" San's head turned and you grabbed his wrist before he could even think of reaching for your phone.
"Don't," you looked into his eyes and San's smile only grew.
"Oh, I won't answer it, that's fucked," he says. "You will, though."
"No..." you shook your head and he grabbed your phone, holding it up for you.
"Answer it, (Y/N). You don't want to break the poor guy's heart, do you?" He teases you. "Don't mind me, I'll just be here," he adjusts himself to be more comfortable. "We can continue after," he says. But you knew him, you knew that look in his eyes. You made a move to pull out of him, but he held your hips down. He slid his thumb across the phone, the call connecting.
"Hey, (Y/N)," you heard Mark's voice. "I hope you don't mind that I called out of the blue, like this." You held your breath and San looked at the phone. "(Y/N)?"
"Hi, hey, Mark," your voice was weak.
"Whoa, I call at a bad time?" San shook his head. "What are you up to?"
"I'm just," your voice hitched up when San started to lightly move his hips, "I'm at the gym, is all."
"Oh! No wonder, you sound tired!"
"Just a little," you answered. "Why did you call?" You tried to move off of San again, but he pulled you down. He leaned forward and kissed under your jaw while he placed the phone down next to you.
"No big reason, I just wanted to hear your voice, is all." San licked up your jawline and captured your lips with his before you could respond. "Sorry, was that weird?" You moaned quietly.
"No, no, I don't mind," you answered quickly. San began to thrust into you again. "Look, Mark, I'll... I'll talk to you later, you kind of caught me at a bad time," you glanced down at where your bodies connected and you bit down on your lip.
"Yeah! It's no biggie, I'll see you tomorrow! Pick you up at eight?" San hung up the call and flipped you down onto the bed, your breasts pressed up against the comforter and his hand on your head.
"You're joking, right?" His tone takes on a new sardonic one. "Mark, that nerd?" He laughs and pulls out of you, cock landing between your ass cheeks. "Come on, (Y/N), talk about a fucking downgrade, you two even fuck yet?"
"Yes," you answered.
"Wait, wait, let me rephrase that," you felt his cock prodding at your entrance. He places your phone in front of you, the camera turned on. You almost wanted to look away from it, but he stopped you from doing so. You noticed the red square at the bottom of it. "Has he even made you cum yet?" He asks you. You shook your head and San thrust into you again. You moaned and hid your face away while he fucked you into the mattress. "You really think he can get you as dumbfucked as I do?" You shook your head. "Cum." You did so, your throat was burning from all the times he left you screaming. Your pussy pulsated around his cock and he turned you around again so that you could face him. He grabbed your face with his hand and pressed a bruising kiss to your lips. He practically chewed down on your mouth now while chasing after his own orgasm. He grabs your phone again and your legs wrapped around his waist. "Look at that, look at you," he holds the phone over you and you wiped the trail of saliva from the corner of your mouth. He ends the video and tosses your phone aside. "Admit it, (Y/N), no one fucks you the way I do," he pushes into you and you felt his cock tense inside of you.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me harder," you nodded your head and he cummed inside of you. You saw white spots around your vision as you felt him filling you. You fell limp against the bed and he lifted you up, you were only being supported by his arms around you now while he continued to shallow thrust into you. You were just struggling to catch your breath while you were slumped over him. "God, I fucking love you," the phrase just slipped out. Your voice was hoarse and your mind blank, but somehow your words still held weight. San just responds by kissing you softly.
"Dammit, (Y/N), I never stopped," he mutters against your tender lips and somehow this still felt sweet. San lays you down on the bed, still kissing you and still inside of you. How he's still hard was beyond you, so you knew he wasn't going to stop just yet. He separated from you and you held his face to stop him from going further.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" He asks quietly. Your hand falls to his neck.
"I still love you," you pulled him down onto you and he moans against your lips, a newfound fervor in his movements. "Fuck, I love you and it's driving me insane." You chanted it like it was a mantra. It was true. In all of the dates you'd gone on and in all of the hookups you've had, you always found yourself comparing them to your first love, your first boyfriend. And here you were, still fucking him after breaking up with him so long ago.
"Say it again," he fucked you at his own pace, cum gushing out around his cock and spotting the bed.
"I love you," you repeated. "I know I shouldn't, but I love you."
"Fuck, (Y/N)," he said before kissing you. He cummed inside of you again, it was less intense than before, but it was enough to leave you spiraling. You pressed your hips down on him and he groaned. "You're insatiable."
"You're worse," you fired back. "You're worse because you keep making me come back," you held his face in your hands.
"You make it hard to leave," he pulls out of you, cum flowing out of your pussy. You caught your breath now while San rolled next to you.
"I'm about to break that poor boy's heart," you grabbed your phone and your heart stopped. "Oh fuck."
"Whoops," San glances over you to see the sent audio message.
"I'm dropping out of orgo," you turned your phone off and rolled toward him, your face against his chest. "I can never look at him again, oh fuck."
"Well, shit happens, (Y/N)," he wraps his arm around you and rubs your back. "You okay though? Not sore anywhere?"
"Not yet, I'll call you tomorrow to let you know."
"Call me tomorrow?" He looks at you quizzically. "Nah, you're coming home with me tonight."
"Huh?"
"No, I'm not letting you go home looking like that," he grabs your dress from the floor and places it on the bed next to you. "This is hot, by the way." He pulls his shirt over his head.
"Is it?" You pulled the dress on.
"Yeah, you look good in black," he picks up your panty and shoved it in his pockets.
"Hey, I need that," you toss him his belt.
"Not tonight, you won't," he tosses his keys in his hand.
"San!" You follow him out of the room just in time for Yeosang and Wooyoung to stumble out of the bathroom.
"Good luck getting home, assholes," San chides at them. They drunkenly looked between the both of you.
"Did you two fuck?!" Wooyoung shouts over the music. But his question ultimately went unanswered while you followed San out of the party.
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