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seonghwaddict · 9 months

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music to my ears — choi san PART THREE OF LILO'S 600 FOLLOWER EVENT

requested by anon. “congrats on 600 lovely !! <3 fluff list 2: “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” & smut list 4: ❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜ with san would be 🫠🫠” lilo’s notes. thank you for the request anon!! i agree this is an absolutely amazing request and the prompts are just *chefs kiss*. that being said, i had to change them very slightly (like one or two words) just to fit the scenario a bit, i hope you don’t mind. <33

prompts. “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” ; “i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do.” pairing. choi san x fem!reader

warnings. smut below the cut, minors please dni, soft dom!san, soft sex, body worship, fuckbuddy!san, minimal dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this irl), nicknames (baby, love), slight overstimulation, aftercare, a lot of softness. wc. 1.7k.

he was supposed to be a one night stand, a stranger you’d have some fun with and then forget about later.

what he was not supposed to be was a repeated cycle of waking up in his bed. but that’s exactly what san became. you weren’t exactly sure how to describe your relationship with him—friends with benefits? no, you didn’t really talk enough about your personal lives to consider him close to you in any other way than physical. fuck buddy? that was definitely more fitting, but something about it still felt off.

after the first night you spent together, you were intrigued, eager to find out everything he could do but had not yet shown you. so, before you left in the morning, you grabbed a pen and paper from his desk and wrote down your number and name (you couldn’t even remember his name so you doubted you ever gave him yours).

it didn’t take him too long to contact you. only a week later and you received a text message where he introduced himself. once you were reminded of who he was, you couldn’t suppress your excitement at the prospect of seeing him again. you were completely right about his intentions for it was only a few messages later that he threw in the information that he was stressed and could really use relief. you were happy to assist him.

your little adventures in his sheets quickly became something constant in your life, seeing him every couple days. soon enough you figured out you were both std free, so you let him go in without protection. the pleasure of it all never really left either of you with a desire to sleep with anyone else, since you didn’t have to worry about diseases or pregnancy (thanks to you being on the pill). and after the first night, you stopped leaving as soon as you woke up while he was still fast asleep, and with each encounter you’d find yourself staying just a bit longer each time. san was always very sweet, though his personality in bed was a bit unpredictable.

sometimes he was merciless, pounding into you at an ungodly speed while he whispered the filthiest things into your ear. other times, like now for instance, he’d be gentle, taking his time with your body, hands and lips ghosting over sensitive areas and mapping them out.

he already made you cum three times and by the time he finally entered you, you were quivering with overstimulation but still eager to continue. one of his hands had your wrists crossed and pinned over your head while the other trailed all over your body, gently teasing before he held your thighs together and bent them over your chest, his hips rolling against you sensually.

he knew your body well, knew what angles got your head spinning and what touches got your pussy gushing. occasionally he let out groans, but he was rarely too focused on his own release, keen on making sure you felt good. this particular position was a favourite of yours, it helped him reach inside you deeper and it increased the tightness around his cock, stimulating both of you in the most delicious way.

“you know,” his tone was soft, almost as if he were talking to you while reading a newspaper over breakfast and not fucking you. “you’re always so pretty for me.”

san leaned down and pressed featherlight kisses to the back of your calves, trailing them down to the back of your knees and causing a stampede of butterflies you forcefully swallowed. the pace of his thrusts was almost frustratingly slow, making you feel how his length filled you so thoroughly.

his hands grasped the back of your thighs and moved your legs carefully, to hook them around his waist. when he was fucking you like this, with this gentleness, he liked missionary. he liked it because it gave him a clear view of how your face contorted with the pleasure only he can provide you with. because he could lean down and kiss you and swallow all your moans.

“o-oh san…” you whimpered against his lips as he gave a sharp thrust different from all the other ones.

in response, he bit your lip and pulled it slightly before releasing it. san brushed his fingers over your cheekbone as he leaned his face back to watch the muscles of your face twitch and go slack. “hm, did you like that, baby? your sounds are like music to my ears. all your whimpers and moans, i never want to stop hearing them.”

you felt your nails digging into his biceps as he increased his pace just a bit, the contrast between his sudden roughness and the featherlight touches of his hands sliding up and down your glistening body making your head spin. he hummed, his eyes rich with all kinds of emotions as they surveyed the moaning mess you were.

“i love that no one else gets to see you like this.” he angled his hips a little differently so his whole cock dragged along your most sensitive spots. he reached one of his hands down to let his thumb circled your swollen, abused clit. “that no one else gets to feel you or be inside you. they don’t get to have you… but i do.”

something about the way he whispered those words so possessively. it sent your mind reeling and had your walls clenching around him tightly as another orgasm washed over you. your body shook and writhed beneath him, overwhelmed for a moment. you opened your mouth in a silent moan, but his hand moved to your chin to nudge it shut so he could finish with his own groans muffled against you.

a little after that, he pulled out of you, both of you shuddering as he collapsed on top of you with his head between your breasts. san’s hands traced from your shoulder to your hands, holding them as if they were delicate and could break at any second, his hazy mind calming down as he listened to your heartbeat and felt the rise and fall of your chest. when you squeezed his hands, he sat up slightly dropping your right hand to hold onto your left one with both of his. he brought it up to his face and kissed your palm.

you let him, watching him silently as your cheeks warmed with heat and your stomach stirred with something other than arousal. he placed heartfelt pecks against your palm before he moved his lips to press more pecks on the inside of your wrist and then up your arm, all the way until he got to your shoulder. there, he lifted his lips, but not for very long as he placed a kiss against the spot over your heart and then continued travelling upwards. his tender kisses littered your neck and cheek until, finally, he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.

you shivered and held him close, not quite processing how intimate all of this was. but soon enough, he got up from the bed and returned with a fresh pair of boxers on and a wet towel. he took ahold of your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed so your knees hang off it. spreading your knees apart, he kneeled on the ground, eye level with the area he intended to clean.

as he wiped away all the cum and arousal, you twitched every now and then, stinging from the slight overstimulation. whenever you flinched, he’d pull his hand back and glance up at you, not continuing until he saw your discomfort eased. occasionally he’d press his lips against the inside of your thighs and your kneecaps, mumbling sweet words against them.

“you did so well, just relax now, love.” “does this feel okay, it’s not too much, is it?”

once he was done, san took the panties he had haphazardly tossed away from the bed and slid them up your legs, patting your hips once he got them on you. figuring you’d be cold, he also grabbed a shirt from his closet, slipping his hand under your back to help you sit up (though you weren’t that exhausted, but who were you to complain?) and dressing you in the soft, grey material.

when you woke up the next morning, you were facing each other, legs tangled under the sheets. he was already awake, absentmindedly tracing shapes on the skin of your waist under the shirt as he looked at you. there a warm smile spread itself onto his face when he noticed you were awake. his hand moved to the small of your back and drew you closer, holding you tightly and kissing your forehead.

briefly you considered asking what he saw you as. sure, after you slept together he’d usually be very affectionate. but something was different last night; the lingering kisses, the intimacy, the shockingly affectionate tenderness of his eyes. you pushed those thoughts away. there was no way he thought of you the way you thought of him.

still, a part of your soul couldn’t help but stay hopeful as he hesitantly uttered his next words.

“you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay for the rest of the day, would you? i just really don’t want this to end.”

you stopped yourself from cooing at his nervousness, nodding slowly. “i’d love to stay.”

“good.”

a beat of silence followed that, neither of you sure of what to say next. it was an awkward or uncomfortable silence, it was calm. the few rays of sunlight that got past his curtains provided the room with a soft glow, the pair of you engulfed by the warmth of the blanket.

he brought your hand up to his face and, much like the night before, pressed a kiss to your palm and then your wrist. the sensation left tingles on your skin and your breath hitched, something he took note of with a smirk.

“can i have my hand back yet?” you asked jokingly, your chuckle ringing through his ears.

“hmmm,” he nipped at your wrist, “no.”

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5ucket · 8 months

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@sansxyouweek day 3: fun puns

#sansxyouweek2023 #sans #sans x self insert #bucketchup #obligatory art tag #i am absolutely hilarious #kind of unrelated but i hate the fact that the camera doesn't rotate automatically in pikmin it makes the whole game 600% less enjoyable #at least for me personally #i might just be spoiled by other games that have that feature though

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palettepainter · 4 months

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I have a suspicion that the Undertale community likes the way I draw skeleton sirens

You know what this means..........Siren Red will be coming soon~

#Like dang you people united #I did not think it would go over 600 in just over 24 hours like #Dats bananas #On a side note thank you all so much for the tags and comments you left!#It's so fun drawing Undertale stuff again #I missed Sans and so many of my own OC's are inspired by him to this day #I'm still kinda shy but the overwhelming mass of love that Horror siren doodle got is such a big confidence boost #Who knows I might draw some y/n and Sans stuff #Cuz the Tilikum fic has inspired me with some silly what if ideas for that AU #Including a mini comic with Red I may sketch out depending on how well these next drawings go #Anyway thats enough tags I'll be working on that Red doodle inbetween commissions!#Undertale AU #Undertale #Tilikum AU #Red #Underfell Sans #Underfell siren #Siren fell

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detco-hell · 10 months

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Turns out Conan does approve of a child leash, as long as he's on the correct end of it.

[episode 566 - The Partner is Santa-san]

#detective conan #episode 566 #The Partner is Santa-san #anime original #edogawa conan #mouri ran #2010 #500-600 #wacky episode...#why is he babysitting... he should be babysat....#white jacket #red turtleneck #detco hell original

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trashcatmonster · 11 months

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Also if you want to maybe do a request, maybe sans pov for the first date fic from ao3? Or the next date after their initial one! You decide :)

well! since you asked so nicely!

title: a big appetite

summary: “Hey! Sorry to bother you, but I’ve got this friend…”

ao3 link: here!

fic text under cut!

Sans wasn’t really sure what to expect when that human had approached him, shit eating grin taking up their entire face and making him shuffle nervously. He had thought that maybe they’d stopped him to make fun of him or something, pull his leg because he’d been standing around in a mall he’d never been too looking lost.

That was definitely not the case, and San can’t help the giddy flipping in his soul as he watches the tiny human approaching him. You’re friend must have told you what to look out for, because you’re staring at him with wide eyes not at all hesitant about approaching him.

Your face is red, though, and your eyes haven’t reduced from the saucers they turned into once you caught sight of him. Stars, you’re cuter than he expected.

“Hi!” you force out, shoving your stiff arm in his direction as your name leaves your mouth in an equally as tense squeak. His eye drops to your hand as you clear your throat, and when he took your hand to shake, your palm was entirely engulfed in his own fingers.

Soft…

“sans. …haven't ordered yet, wasn't sure if you'd like finger food,” he says, wiggling his fingers once you've freed your hand from his.

You actually laugh, and Sans can’t help but beam because you’re cute and you have a sense of humor? He’s gonna have to thank your friend for setting this up.

Now that you’re sitting across from him, Sans lets himself stare. You’re so small, he could probably carry you in one arm. And your hair looks soft, your face an adorable shade of red that only adds to your appeal.

You’re quiet, and you’re not meeting his eye, but he doesn’t think it’s for any monsterphobic reasons because nothing about your body language reads as afraid to him.

“Sorry for the wait!” the waiter says, making you jolt, “Have you guys figured out what you want or do you just wanna start with drinks?”

Sans hasn’t taken his eye light off you, so when you start fanning your face he is absolutely delighted because holy shit, he’s only ever seen monsters older than the war do that, and here you are. Fuck, you’re cute.

“Um… just a water for me, thank you,” you tell the waiter, hand falling to your lap with a sheepish look. He’s disappointed he can’t watch you fan your face, but that expression is almost worth the trade out.

“Perfect, one water and…” the waiter trails off, and Sans gets the sense of eyes on him. It takes him a second before he forces himself to look away from you to give the waiter his attention.

“water for me, too.”

The waiter nods, slipping their pad and pen into their apron and walking off. Sans is happy to look at you again.

Somehow, your face almost looks a deeper red than before. You seem to impulsively lift your hand to fan your face again. You force it to the table, and the embarrassed look you give him makes his grin grow just that little bit more.

You sit there, actually looking him in the eye for much longer than you had managed at that start of this date. It sends a thrill down his spine.

And then your standing suddenly, and Sans jerks back in his seat feeling his smile drop a little in surprise. Is something wrong?

“Um! Sorry!” is all you say, face still beet red, and then you’re leaving why are you leaving?

Not wanting to lose out on the treat he can tell you’re going to be, Sans follows you out. He sees you rounding the restaurant, and his magic flares as he steps forward.

The shortcut takes him by surprise, and he stumbles forward, unintentionally trapping you against the wall.

Well… Wasn’t on purpose, but you can’t keep running from him at least. You’re staring at him bug eyed, and with the hope that you didn’t notice his trip, Sans smirks down at you. Fuck, you’re small.

“where do you think you’re goin’?” he asks, and now that you’re both standing Sans can’t help but sweep his gaze over you.

You’re frozen in front of him, and the cute outfit you’re wearing suits you so well… Your mouth is hanging open, and Sans gets the feeling you’re taken off guard by his unsubtle attempt at getting a full look at you.

The thought makes him laugh, and impulse has him leaning forward, wondering if you’d let him close your mouth for you. Thoughts on if your lips are just as soft as they look bouncing around his damaged skull.

You jolt at his movement, eyes darting to his teeth before settling back on his eye light and he reminds himself that he’s only just met you and a kiss on the first date probably isn’t very polite.

“stars, you’re so jumpy,” he teases, pulling back and hoping you’re not upset about just how close he’d been to kissing you right then.

The look in your eye makes his grin widen, and he can’t resist teasing you just a bit more. Get that pretty red decorating your face again.

“i could just eat you up,” he purrs, grin wide and soul thrumming in his chest. The blush he was hoping for spreads down your neck, but you shove your face in your hands and start sliding down to the sidewalk at his feet making noises he’s pretty sure aren’t meant to be words.

He stares at you on the ground, surprised but insanely pleased with your reaction, and then he snorts. Backing a way, Sans squats so he can get a clear look of your face when you meet his eye light again, smile softer to give you a bit of a break.

“you alright?” he asks, huffing a laugh when you’re first response is to hide in your hands again and let out a whine and more unintelligible sounds. That’s fine, he’s patient enough to let you figure yourself out.

Sans raises an eye ridge when, after a minute, you start taking deep, measured breaths without looking up at him. It’s not something he would’ve expected to be cute, but the exaggerated way your body moves fills him with the desire to pick you up and… he’s not really sure. But his hands itch and it’s all he can do not to follow through.

“I’m… okay.” you start, words slow and hands slowly lowering to your lap. “You’re just! A very attractive skeleton! And I’m struggling very hard to cope with that!”

He’s… stars you’re fucking adorable, how is he supposed to keep his hands off you?

You’re calming yourself down, and Sans grins wide as he watches you.

“…heh.”

Without really thinking through the action, Sans reaches out and pushes your head up with his fingers under your chin. Your skin is soft, and if he wanted to he could cover your whole face with his palm.

Your breathing hitches at the contact, and Sans can’t help but agree, with the little sparks it’s sending down his phalanges.

“don’t think i’ve ever seen someone this bent outta shape over me in a positive way, it’s pretty cute,” he says, snickering at the flush that makes an encore appearance across your cheeks.

His thumb finds its way to your lips, and Sans finds himself thinking about kissing you again. It’s so tempting, especially with the way you’re staring at him, eyes anticipating. He winks, letting his thumb drag your lower lip away from your teeth so he can see the way it pops back into place just slightly reddened by the pressure he’d put there.

No kissing, it’s impolite. Paps would lecture him forever and Sans needs to be able to have a second date with you.

“wanna come back inside? bet if you keep that breathin’ trick up we could even have a conversation.”

You make a sound, your nose scrunching up at his words and he doesn’t even think you realize you’re doing it but he is obsessed with the action. What can he do to see it again? Stars, how is one person this fucking cute?

Sans stands when you nod, that giddy feeling that’s been present since he first saw your red face swelling pleasantly in his soul.

“Um—“ you start, looking up at him when you realize he’s standing now and your expression looks… embarrassed?

“’sup?” he prompts when you don’t continue, offering a hand to you in case you need help standing. You accept the help, and his hand buzzes where your skin makes contact with him.

“What… What is your name?”

He stops, staring at you and struggling not to laugh as he connects the question with the flustered state you’d been in the entire time.

Holy shit, you’re already the best. Sans really needs to get your friend flowers for setting this up, no way he would’ve met anyone near as cute as you are.

“didn’t catch it the first time?” he asks, when he feels like he can trust himself not to laugh at you when he opens his mouth.

You get a look, the same one you’d made when he’d called you jumpy, and what comes out of your mouth catches him so off guard. But it’s so perfect.

“You vastly overestimate my ability to think when someone as big as you is directly in front of me!”

The last of your sentence is rushed out in a flustered squeak, and Sans is reminded of just how small you are. The top of your head barely reaching past the top of his stomach.

“you like ‘em big, huh?”

You look like you want the Earth to swallow you up, and Sans just continues to grin at you.

“I mean— That’s not! I didn’t…” you splutter, arms crossing over your chest defensively.

“Sans,” he interrupts you, shoving his hands in his pockets in an effort to keep himself from following that desire to kiss you. You don’t respond, but he hears your footsteps falling in line behind him as he heads back towards the restaurant doors.

The image of your red face is all the encouragement he needs to poke you one more time, turning towards you and speaking just before he shoves the door open with his shoulder.

“and don’t worry, i like ‘em tiny.”

Worth it.

#chittering #poppywine #sans/reader #horrortale sans #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!sans/reader #I DIDNT MEAN FOR THIS TO BE LIKE A FULL WRITTEN SEQUEL #thought it was gonna be like 5-600 words not. like a hundred words longer than the original #ITS FINE I LOVE IT ALL THE SAME!!!!#i hope you do too!!

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polaroidjay · 1 year

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I know I haven’t been updating this blog, I’m mostly on Instagram. But anyways, here’s some Polaroids from the SF Instant Photowalk with Brian Brooks and Friends. All were shot using the new Polaroid Reclaimed Blue film. It shoots and develops like Polaroids black and white film so keep that in mind if you’re able to snag and shoot this stuff. Really great film.

#sanrio #hello Kitty #polaroid jay #polaroid #film #impossible project #photography #san francisco #sx-70 #600 film #sf #pochacco #keroppi #Bay Area #reclaimed blue #Polaroid reclaimed blue #japantown sf #japantown

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oh-gh0st · 11 months

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ik this isnt oso san related but ngl as much as ive seen people shit on the alola reigon i think it was still pretty good…

#ghosts rambles #i could be bias…. eyes my 600+ hour ultra moon copy #idk i liked the story and appeal of the games!! i get a little bummed when i see people dogging on it but it does have its flaws definitely #it has a lot of my favorite mons too (popplio line i will FOREVER be a popplio/primarina defender <3)#anyways back to oso san stuffs. ill delete this later if i remember

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zu-is-here · 1 year

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Happy Blueberror [11/9] & Error [11/10] Days ♡

#zu art #blueberror #error!sans #trapped #side notes #undertale au #undertale #utmv #they're having a pizza & movie night (?) heheh—#*points at gays >;)*#I didn't expect them to be (unofficially) so close to each other! \(//∇//)\#pff last year BB was alone but now he finally has a company ;D #'Living With The Sassiest Man Alive: All About My Kidnapper' :'D #I thought I'd be on time both with the next chapter and the special comic but hahahave this ;)#OH and thank you guys a lot for 11 600+! (〃ω〃)

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seonghwaddict · 8 months

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no strings, no expectations — choi san PART FOUR OF LILO'S 600 FOLLOWER EVENT

requested by @chokchokk. "HELLO LILO BABES // first of all congratulations!!! <33 toasting on 600 followers and more to come YUH !!! so uh. about the request hehe. // friends with benefits to lovers!san (i think im a genius for this one) angstier hurt/comfort with suggestive themes! // i’ll leave the full scenario to your amazing mind!!! // hope you have fun with it xoxo" lilo’s notes. AHHH HI CHOY THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i absolutely love this request omg. also, i'm so sorry for taking so long to post this but it's finally here!!

prompts. “do whatever you want to me.” ; “are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?.” pairing. fwb! choi san x fem!reader

warnings. fwb !san, jealousy, suggestive themes, angst, hurt/comfort. wc. 1.3k

you and san had an unspoken agreement.

you were friends with benefits – two individuals who shared stolen moments, heated touches, and whispered confidences, all under the guise of a casual relationship. it was a pact, a bond that had no strings attached.

at least, that's what you both thought.

your connection was like a hidden flame, flickering in the shadows, igniting your desires whenever you were near. the chemistry between you was undeniable, an intoxicating cocktail of attraction and familiarity that drew you together time and time again.

one evening, you found yourselves entwined on your couch, your lips tracing the contours of his skin that no one else got to see. it was as if the world outside didn't matter, and in that moment, you were the sole occupants of a universe built on raw desire. breathless and flushed, you lay side by side, gazing at the ceiling.

your fingers traced circles on san's bare chest, your voice a low whisper. "this… what we have, it's nice."

san turned his head to look at you, his hazy eyes reflecting the dim light of the room. "yeah," he replied softly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along your arm. if you paid attention, you would’ve noticed he was spelling his name over the soft flesh. "no strings, no expectations. just us."

you nodded, a small smile curving your lips. but in that instant, your phone pinged, signalling a message. you grabbed it from the coffee table and your smile faded as you read the text.

"who's that?" san asked casually, but his eyes were sharp, observant.

"just a friend," you said, but your voice held a hint of unease. "nothing important."

san's jaw clenched imperceptibly, but he chose not to press further. instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "you know you're important to me, right?"

you shivered at the touch of his lips, and for a moment, it seemed like the words held more weight than just casual comfort. but then you chuckled, a touch nervously. "yeah, i know."

after that evening, days turned into weeks, and your connection continued to burn brightly. yet, beneath the surface, an invisible shift was taking place. you had started spending more time with yeosang, a guy you'd met through mutual friends. you laughed at his jokes, your eyes lit up when he entered the room, and slowly, he became a fixture in your life.

san couldn't ignore the subtle changes. he noticed how your phone would light up with yeosang's messages, how you'd excuse yourself to take his calls, and the way your face softened when you talked about him. it was like a storm gathering on the horizon, and san felt a growing unease in the pit of his stomach.

one evening, after another intimate encounter, you lay entangled in each other's arms. it was your fingers that traced absent patterns on san's chest this time, just as they had done countless times before. but tonight, something was different. san felt a surge of frustration and insecurity building within him—and beneath all that, dread.

"y/n…" he began, his voice tense.

"yeah?" you looked up at him, your expression soft and open.

he hesitated, then blurted out, "do you ever think about… us? like, beyond this?"

you sighed and leaned up just a bit, your fingers gently brushing his cheek. "san, we agreed – no strings, no expectations. remember?"

"i know," he muttered, his jaw clenching. "but do you ever wonder if this could be more?"

your fingers stilled, and you gazed at him for a moment, searching his eyes as if trying to decipher his thoughts. but you couldn’t find anything. he felt strangely unreadable compared to all the times you were able to read him like an open book. "san, you know we were never exclusive. this was always casual."

he nodded, the muscle in his jaw twitching. "yeah, i get it."

it was hard to miss the gentle frown that overtook your face at his reply. why was he being so dry? your fingers gently nudged his chin so he was looking at you. "hey, we're still friends, okay? and i'll always be here for you. but i can't keep everything on hold because of our arrangement."

a bitter taste settled in san's mouth. "i know," he said, his voice strained.

you leaned in, your lips brushing against his. "i hope you understand."

later that night, san found himself alone in his apartment, wrestling with his emotions. he remembered your encounters, the stolen moments, the laughter, and the parts of him he had shared with you but wouldn’t dare even mention to anyone else. he had been so sure that your connection meant something more, even if you hadn't put a label on it. and now, seeing you with someone else, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

he picked up his phone and typed out a message to you.

"come to my place?"

within minutes, your reply came.

"i’ll be there in 10."

just as you had promised, you arrive in ten minutes. the process of ringing the door bell, him opening the door, and then leading you to his bedroom was mostly silent. you could tell something was on his mind, but knew better than to pry- knowing san well enough, he’d tell you upfront what was wrong without the need of your prompting him.

"do whatever you want to me." he muttered, his voice a mixture of frustration and longing as his hands traced your waist before stopping and pulling you towards him by your hips. “i need you.”

your gaze softened, and you reached out to touch his cheek. "san, i never wanted to hurt you. you mean a lot to me."

“do you, now?” he tilted his head to the side, a darker expression crossing his eyes for a split second. it was gone before you could fully register it, but his next words made sense of how he was behaving. “i bet yeosang means a lot to you, too, huh?”

taken aback, you blink at him silently. once the words processed, you clicked your tongue, your gentle grip on his cheek hardening ever so slightly. "are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?"

his lips quivered, and for a moment, it seemed like he might cry. but he controlled his expression so well it might compete with the way he controlled you in bed. "maybe a little," he admitted quietly, voice strained and jaw clenched.

“if it’s about yeosang, what does that have to do with you, san?”

his reply was sharp, cutting through the silent environment like a bullet. “are you not listening? i like you, y/n. i like you and for the past months i’ve had to watch a different guy get close to you in ways i could only long for.” he paused for a moment, his breath hot on your face. “and it bothers me because even though you’re the one waking up in my sheets, i thought that i’m not the one you long for.”

unsure of what to say, you slipped your hand down from his face and pulled him into an embrace, holding him tightly as if you could anchor him to you. “i… i’m so sorry.”

"i wish things were different," he murmured.

you clung to him, your fingers gripping his shirt that you knew would find a place on the floor by the end of the night. a beat of silence passed between the two of you before you spoke. "they can be."

sometimes, the heart had a way of demanding more than casual arrangements can provide. as you held each other, loved each other, you faced the uncertainty of what lay ahead – a future that was no longer just about stolen moments, but about the possibility of something deeper, something real.

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