the scentist
<san x fem!reader>
Your neighbourâChoi Sanâis such a gentleman on top of being a complete hunk and smelling so fuckin good. Especially so when he offers his hoodie when he sees you being drenched. Well, nothing could come out of such a simple gesture of kindness, right?
Genres/Warnings: perverted & obsessed scentist!San, Olfactophilia (sexual arousal from scent), masturbation on clothing, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, cumming untouched, armlock (light) breeding, pussy drunk Sanđ
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A/N: WE BEEN KNEW THAT IâD LEAVE MY FAVOURITE MAN FOR THE LAST!! đźâđš donât be sad that this event is ending ok,, we got more to cum come đ„° thank u for giving my fics so much love as always!!
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Lavender. Sweet pea. Azalea. Gardenia.Â
The scents of the florals fill his lab, something heâs so used to already. As the concoction bubbles, he walks over to the other flowers potted along the shelf, pressing the petals against his nose, taking in their smell before he pulls away. He pulls off his goggles, walking over to his desk, staring at the standing whiteboard, filled to the corners with flower names, chemical compounds, and other miscellaneous details. Even though heâs doing fine, he feels that something is missing. Choi San feels stale and stuck.Â
The rain is pattering down heavily against the pavement, he stares at the raindrops hitting the leaves of his plants. San often gets compliments on how beautiful his plants are, and how natural he is at gardening. San would don his signature smile and he would thank them for the compliment. Sometimes, his neighbours would come by to ask for gardening advice and San would gladly entertain them. This evening was no different. Another one of his neigbours who was growing greens had wanted to express appreciation by buying San his favorite fertilizers. Stacking them neatly in his cabinet, San then decides to head down to the reception to receive his parcel.Â
Fuck. The downpour was so sudden. It totally caught you off guard, and you were drenched before you realised it. You make it to the entrance of your apartment complex, shivering slightly from the air conditioning. You shake off the excess water off your arms, and when you look up, your heartbeat quickensâyour apartment complex crush is standing at his letterbox, filtering through his mail while he holds a parcel in his arms. Heâs in a grey hoodie, and for some reason, it makes him look big, and itâs driving you insane. Shit, shit, shit. You pray that he doesnât turn around and see you.
âHey. Good evening y/nâ, San greets cheerily. You force a smile, âGood evening San.â
San has his eyes on you, and you swear heâs eyeing you downâprobably judging you for being drenched and shit.Â
âLooks like you reached back just in timeâ, he teases, and you pout.Â
âI feel like a drenched dog. Is this how dogs feel after a shower?â You reply, brushing your hands through your wet locks, all in an attempt to stop yourself from staring at San laughâhis voice is hypnotic enough to make you melt into a puddle already. The cold air from the air conditioning hits you once more, and this time youâre beginning to shiver uncontrollably on top of struggling to open your damn letterbox and not looking like a circus in front of your crush.Â
You focus on fidgeting with your letterbox keys, your fingers reaching out to snatch the letters. When you close the latch, San has his hoodie unzipped, and heâs removing said outerwear.Â
âSan, what are you-â
Heâs about to hand you the hoodie, but he instead opts to put his parcels in your hands, and he fucking fits the hoodie around your shoulders, and when he does, his smell floods your senses. He smells like a mix of floralâwith hints of spice and citrus, and although for a brief moment, you have it locked in some part of your brain. His fingers brush against yours as he takes his parcels and letters from you, and it doesnât help that heâs in a black shirt that hugs his biceps, shoulders, and chest a little too well. You barely muster the strength to peel your eyes away, feeling your heart flutter when his fingers brush against yours as he retrieves his packages back from you.
You look up, hoping that the fluorescent lights donât highlight the heat thatâs rushing to your cheeks. Youâre still shivering, but suddenly you donât feel as cold as before.Â
âThank you, Sanâ, you smile. âIâll wash it and return it to you ASAP.â San smiles in response and the both of you walk to the lift together, light conversations and laughter filling the spaces as your body and your heart gradually warm up.
San is exhaustedâheâs been at the lab back to back, drafting report after report, and itâs been taking chunks out of him. Palm against his neck, he tilts his head, shutting his eyes as he stretches his neck, and then he sighs. His superiors finally approved his reports and now he has the god-given chance of going home and catching up on his sleep for the night.
The muffled sounds of his doorbell stir him up from his sleep. He doesnât shift for a couple of seconds. Then his hands shift across the bedsheets to feel for his phone. The doorbell sounds a couple more times and San grunts in his groggy state, his fingers hitting against the edge of his phone, which he pulls closer to him to check the time.
Itâs 2 pm. He crashed for 14 hours last night.Â
He slowly sits up, letting his sight adjust to the afternoon sun filtering through his windows before he walks over to the front door. Heâs slightly grouchy from the amount of sleep he clocked in, but as he swings the door open, the remainder of his sleep dissipates when he sees that itâs you standing before him.
âIâm sorry, did I wake you up?â You ask, rubbing your neck. âI wanted to return you this..â, you bring up a paper bag to Sanâs view. San is still registering this.
âBut you werenât home for the past couple of days, and I donât have your phone number..âÂ
San blinks. Then his hands reach out to take the paper bag, and his eyes glance downwards.Â
Ah, itâs his hoodie.Â
He looks up back to you. âThank you. Donât tell me youâve been coming here every day to try to pass me this?âÂ
âYes and no..?â you answer with a smile. It spreads to San, who suddenly feels a shot of guilt for making you come to his unit when he wasnât even there half of the time.Â
âIâll treat you to dinner for the trouble Iâve put you throughâ, he says hastily. He thinks the way your eyes widen and how pink is flushing at the tip of your ears is so adorable, and then he cuts you off before you attempt to decline his offer, âPass me your phone.â
The phone in your hand is in his now and he types in his phone number before he hands it back to you.Â
He leans in slightly closer, and there is a particular scent that slowly starts to make its way to his brain. Is it coming from you? For some reason, he hasnât been able to get it out of his head since the day he lent you his hoodie. And there it was again, faint, but it was definitely there.
âIs there anything else I can help you with, y/n?â
Heâs almost disappointed when he sees you shake your head, but at the same time, he has lab work to do, so he shuts the door after he sends you off with a smile, not knowing that you omitted that you wore his hoodie a couple more times after washing (mostly due to the cold weather).
He drops off the paper bag on his bedroom floor before he heads off to his home lab.
Unfortunately, the extra 14 hours of sleep still doesnât spark inspiration for his chemistry, and he ends up spending barely an hour in his lab, mostly tending to his flowers, before he decides to call it a day.Â
San is back in his bedroom, and he decides to unpack his hoodie from the paper bag. His hands reach into the bag and retrieve the hoodie, and when he unfolds the hoodie, his mind immediately hazes at the scent coming off the garment. Fuck. Itâs even more prominent. Itâs the scent that he canât get out of his fucking head, and now itâs pretty much in his hands.Â
You smell like fucking heaven, San thinks, placing the outerwear under his nostrils once more, inhaling, the smell completely entering the crevices of his mind. He groans and curses at the way his erection is pushing against his pants just from your fucking smell. Itâs more than just the detergent you useâitâs so much more intimate and intoxicating than that, and itâs undoubtedly driving San fucking crazy. Heâs so sure that this is the scent that heâs been chasing after.
San walks over to his bed, comfortable on the mattress while he pushes his pants past his thick thighs, his cockhead pushing against his underwear, forming a dark and wet spot. He inhales shakily, teasing himself, the precum thickening and staining more of his underwear. It doesnât take him long to kick off his sweats and underwear completely, letting his cock spring out with a relieved sigh, before he slowly starts fucking his hand while his other hand has his head filled with your pheromones.Â
The thought of you on that rainy evening, the way the rain had drenched your white shirt through, your bra showing, cupping your tits so fucking teasingly. San wonders if you did it on purpose because he would have just ripped your shirt open right then and there. His repressed fantasies begin to bubble upâthe thought of him inviting you to his unit instead, letting his hands feel you up, making sure your goosebumps are from his touches rather than the cold because he swears he can warm you up quickly. He would press himself against you, taking in your scent, before heâd slip his hands underneath your pathetic white shirt, cupping your tits, then sliding your pants offâhe knows he canât even wait till the both of you reach his bedroomâthe furthest the both of you would go? The fucking couch.
Your smell floats, and itâs dragging him deeper and deeper. San bucks his hips against his hand, soft moans pouring out his lips, whining your name against the fragrant garment, his precum turning thicker by the minute. Heâs liked you ever since he met you when you first moved in, and now youâre filling up every part of his olfactory senses. Heâs desperate to fill you up with him, make sure youâre holding your shirt up with your teeth, your eyes filling up with tears as he slams his cock into your warm pussy, over and over, forcing yourself to stay quiet so the neighbours donât hear. Â
Fucking hell. Sanâs thighs shake slightly at the thought of it. He takes another inhale, and itâs like a dopamine reset once more, perfect at the moment when heâs bringing himself to the edge. Your voice echoes in his head, the pretty sounds youâd make, the expressions that he would indulge in for himself.
Thick streams of cum bubble from his silt, and he almost suffocates himself from the sick pleasure of burying his face in his hoodie drenched in your scent, he catches his breath as the scent slowly fades when he pulls the hoodie from his face, panting from an orgasm that he knows will never be enough one time.Â
As San washes off his high in the warm showers, he decides to attempt to recreate your scent, wanting to keep it all for himself. And he knows just a hoodie isnât gonna be enough.
Youâve been flipping your apartment upside down, looking for your panties. At first, you didnât notice that one pair went missingâchalking it off as you misplacing your laundry. But when the second one you swore you dropped off in the fresh laundry hamper disappears, along with a third, you realise something was amiss. You retrace your stepsâyou did have a couple of people over recently, but the majority of them were your girl friends, if you minus off how you and San have been going over to each otherâs places for meals ever since the both of you exchanged phone numbers. Undoubtedly, your feelings for him have grown exponentially, especially when the both of you spent time with each other in (almost) close proximity. San had always been polite and helped around with cleaning up the dishes, and he had a very endearing habit of leaning in closer to youâwhether to just tease you or to hear you betterâit would never fail to make you act flustered around him before you would roll your eyes and push him away.Â
Needless to say, the relationship had blossomed since that rainy evening. You just didnât expect to grow so close with your apartment complex crush, and while there were nights where Sanâs face, Sanâs voice, Sanâs body would bubble up to the surface when your orgasms washed over you, leaving you squirming and shy once the post nut clarity hit, you thought to yourself that the relationship between the both of you was good enough for now.
You scratch your head, racking your brains as to where your panties might have magically disappeared to. Youâre lost in thought until the ping from your phone brings you out of it. You go over to check, and itâs from Sanâreminding you of dinner at his place. Right, the panties can wait for now.Â
âI hope Iâm not lateâ, you smile as San opens the door for you to let you in. San returns it, âNo, I just placed the order. Itâs gonna take awhile.âÂ
You take a seat on his couch. No matter how many times youâve been to his place recently, you always feel that itâs still so spacious.Â
Then he breaks your train of thought.Â
âIs there something youâd like to do while waiting?â You let your eyes wander around his apartment again, and they land on the potted plants on his window sill.Â
Your eyes dart away from how San is staring downâhis body is facing towards you, giving you his fullest, and itâs making you slightly self-conscious.Â
âIâm wondering what youâre always so busy with.â, you say. Youâre ready to be rejected when San doesnât answer right away. Right, itâs probably something personal to him too. But you canât help but overthink when he doesnât reply immediately sometimes. It makes you feel so childlike.Â
He stands up, gesturing you to follow him. âItâs a little embarrassingâ, San replies as he guides you to the tightly shut door. He presses his fingertip onto the keypadâit lights up green and San pushes the door knob down, and the door pushes open.Â
It is as if it is another world. The lights are dim and the air is a lot cooler, albeit slightly more humid thanks to the myriad amount of plants littered around the room. He has so many speciesâdifferentcolours and different flowers. The scents hit you next, the floral scent floating around your nostrils at different intensities.Â
âA whole nursery?â You exclaim, walking near to some of the flowers.Â
âYes and no. Itâs more of a labâ, San corrects you, walking over to the heavy desk just full of lab equipment. âSorry, itâs kinda messy.â
You shake your head, still taking in the sight of his botanically busy room, amazed.Â
As you near more of the equipment, the scents grow stronger. The whole lab smells so fragrant, and youâre surprised that itâs not overpowering, to say the least.Â
âSo, what do you do here exactly?â You ask, taking another whiff of the fragrance while staring at the rows of test tubes before you.Â
âI make scents. Itâs just a side hobby of mine on top of my researchâ, San explains. He picks up a test tube and gestures you to take a whiff, and so you do, pleasantly surprised at how much the scent smells just like him.Â
âThen whatâs your little project now?âÂ
San pauses. He doesnât look you in the eye for that split second. As he parts his mouth to answer, the doorbell rings, and it jumps him out of his thoughts. The food is here.Â
Seated across San, as you always do, San is plating the takeout while you prepare the utensils. The topic of his lab comes up again, but you completely forget about asking about his projects.
Midway through the conversation, the rice cake that you were trying to eat somehow slips off the utensil and drops onto your clothes, causing you to jump in surprise, somehow toppling your plate with the leftover sauce, on top of staining on your clothes, much to your dismay.Â
âShitâ, you curse, casting an irritated glance at the splatter on your clothes. The plate clatters on the floor. You stand there, slightly dumbfounded at the situation. Youâre wondering if you should just head home to change out, considering that your unit isnât too far from his. But before you have the chance to bring up that suggestion, San cuts you off.
âYou can drop your clothes into the washing machine. In the meantime, you can borrow my hoodie. It should be on the clean laundry hamper.â
âSan-â
He turns to you with a comforting smile. âItâs fine. Rice cake sauce isnât the easiest to clean off when you leave it for too long. Iâll clean up the floor.â
You realise arguing with him isnât work out in your favour, nor will it get the rice cake sauce off your clothes any quicker, so you decide to heed his words and head to his room.
Undressing yourself once you shut the door, you drop your soiled clothes into the washing machine. It was then you realise that you are pretty much naked, in Choi Sanâs fucking bedroom. Struggling to keep your head out of the gutter, you decide to focus on finding that damn grey hoodie. Your eyes scan his room, trying to search for the grey hoodie. And your eyes land on a thick-looking piece of garment on one of the laundry hampers. You walk over to pick it up.
You put his hoodie over, and there it is againâthe spicy citrus smell. Choi Sanâs smell. Your thighs push against each other a little tighter this time. Then something in your peripherals catch your attentionâa lace garment. You inch closer, and your heart drops.Â
Itâs a pair of lace underwear.Â
Fuck. Is he seeing someone and he didnât tell you? A thick lump forms in your throat.Â
And then it goes away when you start picking up another two more panties from the hamper, and the realisation hits you like a fucking truckâthese are your fucking panties.Â
Things are not adding up in your brain, thatâs for fucking sure.Â
At that moment, San bursts into the bedroom, and a panicked expression scribbled across his face. His eyes are blown wide open when they land on the three pairs of panties in your hands.Â
You stare back at him, almost mirroring his expression, the only difference being confusion for you instead.Â
The corner of Sanâs lips pull into a half smile. âOops.â
âSan, whatâs the meaning of this?â You ask, feeling your face flush rapidly.Â
âWellâ, San pauses. âyou asked what scent Iâm making next right? Itâs yours.âÂ
âMy scent?â You echo back in question to him. San sighs, his shoulders relaxing as he inches closer to you, trapping you underneath him when you finally hit his bed.Â
âYes, darling. Your scentâ, his voice almost turning into a whisper, dropping octaves lower. âYouâre so cruelâkeeping something so intoxicating to yourself.âÂ
You swallow hard. Sanâs eyes still reflect his usual gentle demeanor, but now itâs slowly being tinted with something else. Something more ominous. Despite that, it only draws you in, like a prey being slowly hypnotized by her predator. You should be shocked, terrified even, but the only thing streaming through the nerves of your brain is the internal begging for San to just eat you up right now.Â
You suddenly realise that the hoodie isnât zipped up, the outerwear slipping down your arms. You remain still, your heartbeat slamming against your ribcage.Â
âYou can run out of my apartment now. Iâm giving you five secondsâ, San tells you, and your mind is spinning at the thought of him even giving you a chance to leave.Â
Five seconds pass. Youâre still staring up at the male above you, whose lips are curling into a satisfied smirk.Â
His fingers cup your jaw, and he tells you, âOpen up.â Sparks splatter across your eyelids the moment his lips collide with yours. You pull him closer on instinct, the feeling of his thick erection behind the two layers of fabric sending you into an orbit on top of his tongue teasing yours. He pulls back, licking off the strings of saliva between the both of you. His gaze is locked onto yours.
âPlease? Let me taste you. I promise Iâll make you feel so fucking goodâ, his request sounding more like a beg. Your mind is hazy. Choi San? In between your fucking legs? You swallow hard, and then you nod.Â
San lowers himself to your clothed cunt, his eyes shut in bliss when he presses himself against your pussy.Â
âHeavenâ, is all he mutters, his eyes casting you a glazed expression that was definitely about to drive you fucking insane, before his fingers pull against the waistband of your panties, slipping them off you.Â
The moment you feel his tongue press against your pussy, your mind threatens to shut off. San is breathing heavily against your soaking pussy, taking in the sight, taste, and smell of what youâre finally giving to him. Every time your thighs jerk to shut at the sensation of his tongue licking you up, his hands push you open for him forcing you to take his tongue in your cunt, and itâs wiping out any remaining rational thoughts you didnât even know you had.Â
Your fingers tug against his scalp, pushing your hips deeper onto his tongue, your back arched from how fucking good he feels. His tongue is lapping you up, teasing your clit over and over again once he hits the sweet spot, his fingers leaving imprints on your thighs when he hears you whine and moan his name.Â
All San can think about is how fucking amazing you tasteâhe knew it would be another fucking level than pressing his nose against the fabric of your panties and fucking into his hand for the past few weeks, but actually letting you fuck his face? Heâs on fucking cloud nine.Â
His glazed-out eyes shift to look up at you, watching the way youâre squirming under him, the sounds of his wet tongue fucking you, tasting you, echoing around his room. Your cream and pussy are the only things he can register, and he wants to keep it for himself, forever.
âS-San-â, you cry out, your mind just threatening to blank out at every flick of his tongue. Heâs building your orgasm at such a dangerous pace, and tears are pooling at the corners of your eyes when you feel something funny bubbling at the pit of your stomach. âI think Iâm gonna fuck-â
âThatâs it. Let it go for me. Thatâs a good fucking girlâ, San encourages, before his tongue presses against your clit, giving you another lick before white washes over you, your cunt pulsing violently against his tongue from the sheer pleasure, then clear fluids splattering onto Sanâs pretty faceâwho seemed unfazed, considering heâs still lapping your cunt up, while youâre almost thrashing above him as the overstimulation starts to sink in. Your moans sound like cries when you beg him to stop. San doesnât relent, and he only stops when he suddenly whimpers, switching over to kiss your thighs, decorating your plump flesh with love bites. He pushes a finger in, letting you stain and coat his fingers, enjoying your whines before he pulls out and towers over you.Â
âFuck, if Iâd known youâd taste this good, I would have stolen your panties soonerâ, he mutters, cleaning his fingers with his tongue, desperate to taste you again.
Youâre catching your breath from going through the most mind-blowing orgasm, watching San pulling his shirt over his head, and then slipping out of his sweats, your breath caught in your throat when his fat cock comes into view, thick and heavy, and covered in thick cum.Â
Sanâs fingers curl around your neck, and he lowers himself to litter kisses across your neck and jaw, itâs giving you goosebumps, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.Â
He pauses right at the shell of your ear.Â
âI want to wear you over and over again. I want to lock you up in meâbottle you up so I can keep you for myself.â
âThen do it. Iâm here for you to dip into your pretty little fantasies in, San.â
You swear you see something snap in the poor male, especially from the way he takes a deep inhaleâshakilyâ before he parts your lips with his, leaving you breathless when your little steamy make-out session ends.Â
âYou donât know what you do to me, darlingâ, San cautions when he pulls back. His hair is tousled but fuck, he still looks so fucking good. âAnd Iâm not stopping even if youâre screaming.â
Fuck.Â
He fucks his hand, soft sighs leaving his lips, as his cum dribbles down his length, before he lines up to your hole and pushes in easily.Â
You hear him groan above you, your eyes are fixated on the way heâs losing himself in your pussy, and your mind is finally growing blank the more his cock fills you up. Heâs stretching you open so fucking good, filling you up to the hilt.Â
âYouâre squeezing me so much, darling. Fuck. Are you fucking kidding me?â His eyebrows are scrunched, his hands holding your legs up while he lets you adjust to his cock.Â
But he doesnât warn you before he starts moving, his impatience completely overriding any ounce of rationale he has left in him.Â
âSo good. San, you feel so fucking goodâ, your moans sounding like cries whenever his hips snap against yours, the obscene sounds only adding to the tension.Â
âYou take me so fucking well, darlingâ, Sanâs voice is ringing in your ears. âLook at your fucking pussy just swallowing me up like that.âÂ
You donât even reply to that, your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, and your head is somewhere in fucking heaven where San is definitely fucking you into.Â
Just when you feel that you were about fucking fall apart on his cock, he pulls out, and you barely manage to catch your breath when San instructs you to turn over. You do, your ass up for him, and he enters your cunt once more, before fucking into you from the back. You donât fucking know how, but you swear that his cock feels even thicker from the back.
His hands press against your hips, fucking you deep before he lets his hands slide down your body and he stops at your neck, gesturing you to look up at him as he leans down to press his lips against yoursâall while rearranging your guts from the back.Â
He lets you pull back when you feel your neck is growing sore, and then he puts his body weight onto you, his arm tucking underneath your neck.Â
âSuch a good fucking girl for me. You feel so fucking amazingâ, San whispers, tickling every crevice of your brain as he presses his nose against the curve between your neck and shoulder, his thrusts turning more like ruts. The arm lock around your neck isnât cutting off oxygen thankfully, but the thought of him choking you out only drags you closer to your high.Â
âCumming, Iâm cumming San-â, you whimper, tears trickling from your eyes from how much his cock is constantly hitting in such deep fucking spots of your pussy.Â
âMe too, babe. Gonna fill you up so nice and good, thatâs what youâd like, right?â San teases, his cock twitching in you before he groans, his warm cum filling you up so good right at the same time your orgasm hits you once more, making you squeeze even more cum from San, perfectly milking him dry in your pussy.Â
âSo fucking perfectâ, you hear San mutter, and you canât help but flush, even though he just fucked every ounce of sanity out of you. His lips trail down the nape of your neck, his eyes are locked onto you, hazy and tinted with a hint of a growing obsession you could never tell.Â
Heâs not letting go of you.Â
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Candle Color Meaning
đ€Black: protection, binding, banishing negativity, grief, secrets, endings, loss, cursing and hexing magick
đ©¶Grey: stability, concentration, neutrality, reserve, balance, adaptability, flexibility
đ€White: all propose color, cleansing and uncrossing, healing, purification, spirituality, higher-self, innocence, illumination, balancing, hope, protection, new beginning, peace, harmony
â€Red: love, seduction, passion, anger, strength, courage, charisma, survival, change, power, curse work, lust, sex magick
đ©·Pink: self-love, companionship, affection, spiritual healing, kindness, beauty, femininity, marriage, sensuality, children, healing abuse
đ§ĄOrange: business, creativity, justice, ambition, opportunity, attraction, abundance, confidence, energy, celebration, goals, success
đBlue: peace, communication, expression, forgiveness, traveling, protection, truth, sleep, patience, trust, pregnancy
đYellow: joy, abundance, intelligence, reason, learning, memory, inspiration, imagination, friendships, sun magick
đGreen: growth, wealth, fertility, business, healing, nature, balance, luck, longevity
đPurple: intuition, decadence, authority, wisdom, knowledge, influence, psychic abilities, devotion, enlightenment, overcoming fears, addiction, independence, spirituality
đ€Brown: earth magick, home, animal magick, family, stability, endurance, grounding, solidarity, strength, hard work
âĄGold: wealth, inner-strength, self-realization, sun, masculinity, abundance, happiness, overcoming addiction, luxury
âĄSilver: intelligence, memory, moon magick, divination, money, femininity, fertility, hidden potential, success, awareness, wisdom, psychic powers
keep in mind that different cultures have different meanings for each colors. Use what correspondences fit you and your craft!
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