#sub san

not like you would notice anyway … too distracted by said people. engaging in multiple conversations and accepting countless gifts from where you sat on the couch.

he was enamored by how good you looked, smiling brightly, eyes crinkling in the corners, your laugh echoing sweetly in his ears. it just wasn’t fair that everyone else got to see and hear it. he wanted that part of you all to himself. wanted you to be smiling at him like how you were smiling at them.

he’s been trying all night to get just a minute with you, brushed aside by your friends before he could even get the chance to speak. you would mumble a quick “sorry” with a grimace every time someone new whisked you away from him.

that’s when san decided to stumble his way into the kitchen with a frustrated huff and pour himself a drink…or two, who’s counting? is it a crime to want to spend time with your girlfriend on her birthday?

at the same time there was nothing more san wanted then for you to be happy. alongside the growing envy, he was genuinely pleased that you were enjoying the event he partook in planning. maybe he was just being a little selfish…

“ahh, what am i thinking?” he mumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose and earning a sideways glance from someone who walked into the kitchen for a drink. he clears his throat before chugging down the rest of the alcohol in his cup.

he can feel the effects of the alcoholic drink, his skin getting warmer, his limbs feel tingly, his balance is off as he stumbles from where he stands. he crosses his arms over his chest and leans his head back, closing his eyes to rest them a bit, just to collect himself.

“woo? holy shit, you’re here!” san hears you shriek from the other room. his eyes peek open and he turns his head to see you jump into some guys arms, presumably the one you called woo.

san’s eyebrows raise at that, his eyes gravitating towards the arms that were wrapped tightly around your waist and the hands that were gently caressing your back in small circles. he can't fight the way that his teeth grind together at that, his eyes narrowing into slits.

“a little late, but yes i’m here,” he replies when he pulls back with a bright smile and shifts his hands on your shoulders as you launch into a conversation with him.

san looks away with a pout and stares blankly at the floor in front of him, his foot tapping restlessly against it. woo? you never mentioned an woo to him, not to his knowledge atleast. he wracks through his muddled brain, pouring himself another cup and tries to recall a conversation where you mentioned anybody with that name, finding none.

sucking his teeth, he pushes himself off the counter, drinking sloshing and some droplets spilling onto his hand. he’s ready to walk over to you and ask about this guy that suddenly showed up to your party, but he freezes when he makes it to the living room.

you and wooyoung weren’t standing anymore, instead you were both sat on the couch, laughing about something he couldn’t hear over the music. san can feel his eye twitch and his fingers flex around the cup in his hand.

wooyoung was practically in your lap, well not really, but that’s what san’s drunken mind made it out to be. one leg draped over you and his arms wrapped around your shoulders, grinning and whispering into your ear and making you laugh loudly.

it was getting on his nerves watching the way you and him were interacting. he doesn’t like it. it should be him there instead. how come he gets to be so close to you, when he hasn’t even gotten a second with you all night?

he was frozen in place, tense and taking a swig every time he would get a little too close, a distraction, the alcohol starting to catch up to him. but the lingering touches were ticking him off. wooyoung’s hand landing on your thigh and running it along the smooth skin was his last straw.

he couldn’t take it anymore, downing the rest of his drink before making his way over to you. and if he almost tripped twice on the way there, what about it?

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you were startled when your boyfriend suddenly appeared in front of you. having not seeing him the whole night, you were kind of glad that he was here now. you couldn’t get a good look at his face in the dimly-lit living room, but you knew it was san by his voice.

“can i talk to you,” he huffed, his body was swaying as he clumsily thrusted a hand out for you take. you lean back, his hand way too close to your face.

you take his hand, rubbing a finger over his knuckles, “yes, but there’s someone i want you to meet.” you smile and look over to wooyoung. san hasn’t meet woo, your best-friend that was always busy with his career, always traveling. this is the first time you’ve seen him in months and you were excited to introduce the two, you figured they would get along well.

“san, this is wooyoung my be-” you start, gesturing between the two. san's eyes travel over to him, your sentence lost to deaf ears as he watches wooyoung rub your shoulder, cheesing, and his jaw tightens in frustration.

“i just-” san breathes with a hiccup, tilting his head back to contain himself before continuing. “i just want to talk to you, please.” he whispers the last word and squeezes your hand.

“o-okay,” cocking your head in confusion. was something wrong? is he feeling sick? you part from wooyoung and stand to go with your boyfriend. and san doesn’t miss the way wooyoung’s hands drop from your shoulder and drags down your waist as you go. “be right back woo.” you say with a smile and allow your boyfriend to take you away.

san brings you upstairs and down the hall to your shared room, closing and locking the door behind you both. he leans his back and head against the door, dizzy from the drinks and fast movements. he’s not sure how he even made it here without completely falling, he only tripped once.

“san, you alright…” you question, taking a tentative step towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder. he’s skin is warm, hot almost, you could feel it through the shirt he was wearing. maybe he was feeling sick...

he slowly nods, a mistake as the alcohol is setting in and even that made him a little unstable. you rush forward to catch san before he could trip over himself, his hands landing on your waist and head dropping to rest against your chest.

you gently lift his head up by his chin, taking in his disheveled state. in the lamp light you notice that his cheeks are tinged pink, a slight shine to his forehead from sweat, and the smell of alcohol was strong on his breath as he pants, his breath fanning across your face.

“are you drunk?” you ask, resting your hand against his cheek. he immediately nuzzles into, sighing at the cool touch. he looks up at you, eyes glossy and unfocused.

he ignores your question, his gaze dropping to your lips. he leans in, presumably to kiss you. but before your mouths could touch, you lean your head back and earn a little groan from san who starts to pout.

“i asked if you are drunk.”

“only a little bit tipsy,” he hurriedly mumbles as he hiccups, leaning in to kiss you again only to be denied. this time by you placing a finger against his wet mouth. “fuck, why~” he whines impatiently, fingers drumming against your waist.

“you said you wanted to talk to me, not kiss me,” you remind him of the reason why we’re here, with a giggle. san puffs in annoyance. he didn’t actually have anything to say, just wanted to finally be alone with you. “you dragged me away from my conversation with woo-“

you’re cut off by san rushing in to press his lips against yours. nibbling and licking at your bottom lip, taking control of the kiss. he doesn’t want to hear that name right now. doesn’t care about what you and him were talking about, he just wants you to focus on him.

you part your mouth, deepening it as you lick into san’s mouth. he moans into it and his knees buckle a bit, his grip on you tight to keep himself upright.

“this is what i wanted to talk about,” he breaths out when he pulls back for air, a string of saliva connecting you two. “your birthday gift.”

it’s true. san did have a gift for you, he’s been waiting all night for everyone to leave so he can give it to you. quite literally. but if this is what it took for you to forget about everyone else, forget about woo, and just give him all your attention then…

“i’m confused…” you slowly say, furrowing your brows and searching san’s face for some kind of answer. there was a lot of physical activity going on for him to be talking about a gift.

“can i show you it,” he leads you to the bed, and instructs you to get on it and you follow his instruction, curious. “i was going to wait until after the party, but i’m a bit impatient now…” he says, a whiny tone in his voice.

“san- what exactly is this ‘gift’?”

he once again ignores you, climbing on the bed and crawling towards you, hovering over you. it forces you to lean back, your head gently hitting the mattress as san looks down at you with his flushed face. his hand instantly roaming your body, up your thighs, to your waist, and under your shirt to cup a breast.

your eyes can’t help but to flutter at that, your breathing picking up slightly as you watch san’s movements. he moves in to kiss you, not holding back this time and shoves his tongue into your mouth. he whines as your tongues swirl together.

“san,” you whisper into his mouth. he pays you no mind, trying to get as much of you as he can, hoping to distract you enough. “sannie, as much as i’m enjoying this… there is a party going on downstairs and wooyoung-”

san grumbles at that, that name that you just can’t seem to stop saying. he sucks his teeth and leans back to sit up, a little too fast, his hands landing on your thighs as he wobbles.

“woo, woo, woo,” he mumbles, dropping his head down and shaking it from side to side. you rise up on your elbows to look at your boyfriend. “when are you going to pay attention to me, huh?”

“i’ve been wanting to talk to you all night. been waiting to have just a second with you. just a little conversation, a kiss, a hug, a smile, a laugh. anything, but you’ve been giving it all to everyone else. i want that too. i’m your boyfriend.” he rambles, shakily pointing a finger at himself.

you have to press a hand to your mouth to keep from laughing. he was just too cute, all pouty and angry, his cheeks dusted red. you’ve never seen this side of him before. sure, you’ve gotten drunk with him, he usually gets all quiet, often staying to himself. but this was different…

“then someone else comes in, woo, and you’re all over him. what about me? laugh with me, talk to me, let me cling to you like that, i can-” he continues and you shut him up before he can rant on for hours, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“sounds like your jealous,” you giggle as san lifts his head to look at you. his eyes flitter around your face, avoiding eye-contact with you, his face burning hotter.

“j-jealous, why would i be jealous?” he defensively says.

“you already answered your own question when you were rambling,” you whisper, wrapping a hand around his neck and fisting your hand into the hair on his nape, pulling him in for another kiss.

the make-out is all saliva and messy as san gasps, caught by surprise at the sudden attack on his lips. he lets you take the lead, losing himself in you. he wraps his arms around your waist from where he sat in your lap, drawing his body closer to yours.

his hips twitch against you when you bite his bottom lip, his hard cock dragging against your stomach and making san draw out a whimper.

“uhn,” he breathily moans when he grinds himself against you again. his head tilting back as he gets lost in the pleasure of the friction on his cock. you take advantage and leave little nibbles and pecks on his warm neck.

“can- can i still give you your gift, please?” he sighs, his hands skimming along your arms. the way he pleads, sends a trail of goosebumps along your skin where he touches.

you nod your head, your party forgotten about as the man in front of you starts to trail kisses down your body. he thumbs at your shirt, peeking at you, a silent ask. you take it upon yourself, stripping off your shirt.

san heavily breaths before leaning in and taking a tit into his mouth, whirling around his tongue on your nipple, making your back arch into him. he attends to both, switching between the two and leaving a few hickeys behind.

he moves down, kissing along your stomach and waist. he looks up at you when he makes it to the band of your skirt and with a playful smirk, dips his head under it and drags your underwear down your legs with his teeth.

he goes back down, burying his face into your cunt. it’s wet and messy and exactly what san wanted. he whimpers as he licks, lapping up at your juices, his nose pressing against your clit.

“sannie,” you breath, carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at some of the strands, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

san’s hip twitch against the bed, grinding down against the sheets. just him being able to taste you, turns him on. being able to please you, make you feel good, better than anyone else.

“does it feel good? am-am i doing good,” he asks, his thumb circling your clit as he looks at you with his half-lidded eyes, nothing but desire shining in them. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to know how good he is making you feel.

“so good, you’re doing so good,” you sigh, tossing your head back when san licks a strip from your entrance up to your clit.

he moans at your approval, his cock twitching where it was trapped between his pants and the bed, his body trembling as he gets close to cumming. he just wants to stay here, burying his tongue in you, he doesn’t care how messy it gets.

“fuck,” you gasp, grinding your hips against san’s face as you cum.

san whimpers, cumming untouched in his pants. he spills all over the bed, pushing his hips against the mattress as he licks up your mess, drinking you up like he did the alcohol.

once you come down, you let go of his hair and pull him up towards you. licking into his mouth to taste yourself on his tongue. you reach a hand down to his pants, hoping to return the favor and get met with a huge sticky spot there instead.

“did you…” you start, looking at san who had a sheepish look on his face. turning his to the side and clearing his throat in embarrassment.

“i-i can go again,” he whispers, removing his bottoms and stroking himself to hardness again. record speed. “i want to be inside you, please…”

he spreads your legs apart, placing himself there. he grabs onto your hips and slides his hot cock between your folds. he moans, his body shivering at the intense pleasure from just cumming.

“please, please let me put it in,” he pleads, stuttering out a moan when his tip catches on your entrance. he’s tempted to push in, but he won’t not until you say he can. “i’ll make you feel good, i- i promise.”

you don’t respond, wrapping your legs around him, you push him forward and into your wet heat.

“mm, fuck,” he loudly moans. it would’ve been too loud if not for the music blaring downstairs. even then, with how tipsy he was, he wouldn’t care if anyone heard.

he deeply rocks his hips into you, each thrust hitting just the right spot. punching short ‘ah’s’ from you.

“so good, only i can have this…” he babbles. his thrusts getting rougher, slamming his cock into you as he recalls the events from earlier.

“nobody else can see you like this, n-no one else can make you feel good…” he whines, his hold on your hips almost bruising as he pounds into you.

he feels drunk off of this. him feeling how you clench around him, how wet and warm it is. he needs more, he wants more, wants you to know that only he can do this to you.

“s-sannie,” you stutter as you can’t keep up with his pace. “s-slow down…” you moan, bringing your arms up to wrap around waist and bringing him closer to you.

of course he doesn’t slow down, it almost feels like he speeds up.

“so pretty, so tight…” he moans into your ear, his pace unrelenting as he fucks you. “wanna cum inside - i’ve been wanting it all night, i just - fuck. please let me.”

you pull him back to be face to face, his eyes closed and he doesn’t open them until you coo, “you want it that bad?”

he almost looks ravenous, his was so gone, drunk off you.

“yes, wanna cum inside,” he babbles, his voice raspy from all the moaning. “wanna fill you up, make you mine, please-“

“yeah?”

he nods his head wildly, “fuck yes, please~ i’ll be good, so good. i promise, if you just let me cum inside - let me own it.”

you lean in to whisper in his ear, “show me that you do,”

san’s breath hitches, a strangled moan stuck in his throat as his eyes roll back. one last thrust is all he had before he came deep inside.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” he whiningly chants, as he fills you with rope after rope of cum. his breath hot against your neck that he was buried in.

you caress his back with one hand and his sweat-soaked hair with the other as he rides out his orgasm. weakly thrusting into you until he can’t from the sensitivity.

he pulls out with a hiss, rolling onto his back, feeling a different kind of heat and tingle in his body, one not from the alcohol.

you roll over to rest on his chest, tracing circles along his stomach.

“that was quite the birthday gift,” you laugh, with an exaggerated sigh. “you’re pretty cute when you’re jealous.”

“‘m not jea-“ he starts before getting interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door.

“hey um, i just wanted to say happy birthday again before heading out,” i voice shouts from the other side. “and it was nice to briefly meet you san, i hope we can talk more next time.” then there were footsteps.

san rolls his eyes after the second sentence, becoming aware of who was outside the door. his chest heaving and a tiny pout was on his lips.

you look at him with raised eyebrows and a knowing smile.

“i’m not jealous!” he shouts, a blush blooming on his face.

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You trotted through the woods, your soft bunny ears perked up as you listened for any signs of danger. Your whiskers twitched in the gentle evening breeze, and you took a moment to appreciate the warmth of the setting sun on your fur. You normally took fun little walks like this as a way to unwind.

You knelt down in front of a patch of wild berries, your nose quivering as you decided which ones to pick. The sweet scent of the berries filled your nostrils, making your mouth water. As you reached out with your tiny paws, a sudden rustling in the bushes behind you made you freeze.

You turned and saw…nothing. Was it your imagination? Were you finally going crazy? You took a deep breath and turned back around to the berries, trying to convince yourself that you were just being paranoid. But as you began to pick them, the rustling grew louder, closer. You dropped the berries and jumped to your feet, ready to bolt.

Out of the shadows emerged a creature, and not just any creature - a werewolf, massive and terrifying. You recognized him immediately. It was San, from the neighboring village. He was known to be a solitary creature, but he looked more desperate than you had ever seen. His fur was matted with sweat, his eyes wild with a hunger that made your heart race.

"You smell amazing." he breathed out, his voice low and gruff, not quite the melodic tenor you heard him sing in the village square. San took a step closer, and you felt the heat radiating from his body, almost like a furnace.

"What-" you began to stutter, but San was already on his knees, his nose sniffing the air as if he was trying to inhale every atom of your scent. You took a step back, your heart hammering in your chest. "San, what are you-"

"Please." San's voice was strained, the word barely a whisper. His eyes had turned a fiery amber, and his pupils were dilated with need. You could see the internal struggle playing out across his furry features as his wolf instincts warred with his humanity. "I need…I need to touch you."

"Why? Are you okay?" You asked, your voice quivering, as you took another step back, trying to maintain the distance between you. San's eyes remained locked on yours, his breaths coming in ragged pants.

"It's my heat." He explained, his words strained as if the very act of speaking was a battle. "I… I haven't found anyone to ease the change. My pack… they left me." His gaze dropped to the ground, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Did they leave you? Seriously?" You felt a twinge of pity for the poor werewolf. You'd heard about werewolf heats before, how intense and painful they could be. It was a biological necessity for them to find someone to ease the transition, and if they didn't, they could go mad from the pain.

"Well," he gulped. "I mean, I annoyed them a lot before they left. But still, it's not their responsibility to deal with me when I'm like this." His words were filled with a mix of embarrassment and pain. You could see his desperation growing with every second that passed, and despite your fear, you couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for him.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. You were a werebunny, known for your gentle and nurturing nature. It was in your instincts to help others, especially those in pain. "Okay," you whispered, your voice quivering. "What do you need?"

San looked up at you, his eyes pleading. "Just…just touch. Anywhere. It'll help with the pain." His voice was raw with need. You cautiously stepped closer, your hands shaking slightly as you reached out to touch his ears. It was coarse and hot to the touch, but as your hand made contact, you felt the tension in his body ease slightly.

"Can I be inside of you?" San asked, his voice a desperate growl. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze making your knees feel weak.

You took another step back, your heart racing. "Inside of me? Like…mating?" The very thought made your stomach flip. You weren't quite ready for that. San's face fell, his desperation palpable.

"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered, his voice a mix of embarrassment and pain. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just need…someone to be with me." He looked away, his ears drooping with defeat.

You chewed on your bottom lip, considering your options. The thought of mating with San was overwhelming, but you could tell he was in agony. Plus, the bond between a werebunny and a werewolf during heat was known to be incredibly strong. It wasn't something to be taken lightly, but you didn't want to leave him to suffer.

"San," you began tentatively, "I can't… w-what'll happen if you claim me? Or if you come inside of me? What if-"

"Please. I-It's just for my heat. It won't be a full bond. I promise," San begged, his voice hoarse with pain. His eyes searched yours for any sign of understanding. You felt torn, but the sight of him in such distress was more than you could bear. You took a deep breath and nodded, your body trembling as you made your decision.

"Really?" San's eyes lit up with hope, the desperation in his voice subsiding slightly. You nodded again, taking another step closer.

"Just be gentle." You whispered, your voice shaking as you allowed San to approach you. His movements were deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours as he stepped closer. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin as he leaned in, his massive hands reaching out to touch you with a tenderness that belied his size.

And within seconds, he had you laying on your back on the ground, your dress pulled up and his hot, rough hands on your bare thighs. San's touch was surprisingly gentle, his fur brushing against your skin like a warm, living blanket. You felt the heat from his body envelop you like a fiery embrace. His eyes searched yours for consent, and you gave it with a shaky nod.

He struggled to remove his pants, and soon just decided to push them down a little. He pushed your panties to the side and lined himself up with your entrance. He was so large that you could feel him touching you everywhere. He slid in slow, inch by inch, stretching you to your limits. You gasped as he pushed through your barrier, the pain briefly overwhelming before it subsided into a warm, pulsing ache.

"Oh fuck-" you whimpered, your eyes squeezed shut as San's thick, hot cock filled you completely. Your body stretched around him, adjusting to his size, and you felt your insides clench around him. San stilled, his eyes shut tight and his hands gripping you like crazy.

"S-San-?" you squeak out his name and he doesn't respond. "San, are you-"

"I'm gonna come," San grunted, his eyes snapping open, the amber in them burning like molten metal. His grip on your thighs tightened, his claws digging into your skin just enough to make you gasp. "I can't hold it back."

"It's okay, just-" you gulp, sitting yourself up on your elbows. "For as long as you need."

San's eyes widened slightly before a pained expression flashed across his face, his teeth bared in a grimace. He began to move, his hips rocking into yours with a force that made the ground beneath you tremble. You felt every inch of his massive cock as he claimed you, filling you so completely that it was almost too much. But as the initial shock wore off, you felt yourself begin to respond, your own body reacting to his primal need.

"S-Shit you're so good, y-you feel so good," he gasped out, his hips stuttering as he was already approaching his orgasm. "G-Gonna fill you up,"

You nodded, your eyes wide as you felt the pressure building within him, his movements becoming more erratic. His skin was sticky with sweat, and you could feel his heart pounding through his chest. You reached up and touched his face, feeling surprisingly soft under your fingertips.

"You gonna come?" you smile a bit despite the overwhelming situation, your voice barely a whisper. San's eyes flicker with surprise before he nods, his movements growing more frantic.

"I'm s-so close," he groaned. Unexpectedly, he slowed down, emptying his load much faster that he thought he would, his groans turning into whimpers as he filled you up. The warmth of his seed spilling into you was almost comforting.

"You need more?" you asked, your fingers gently caressing the skin of his cheek. San's eyes fluttered open, the amber fire in them dimming to a soft glow as he looked down at you. All he did in response was lay down on top of you, placing his hand underneath your head and beginning to move his hips again.

"Y-You feel amazing," San murmured, his voice strained with pleasure as he began to move inside you again. His body was like a warm cocoon, and the weight pressing down on yours was surprisingly comforting. He was so much bigger than you, but he was careful not to crush you, his movements gentle and tender.

"G-Gonna give you pretty pups." you knew he was babbling at this point, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax, but his cock remained hard. You felt a thrill at his words, a mix of excitement and fear. San's eyes searched yours for a reaction, and you could see the vulnerability hidden beneath his wolfish exterior.

"Please can I," he even played with your ears, his hips moving faster. "P-Please, I need-- I-I need to-" San's breath was hot against your neck as he nuzzled closer, his teeth grazing your skin lightly. The gentle sting sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, your own body responding to his need.

You felt him swell even larger inside you, the pressure building as he approached his climax again. His fur was slick with sweat, and your own body was flushed with heat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as you met his rhythm with your own. His claws dug into the earth beside you, his growls turning into desperate moans.

"Gonna fill you up, give you pups," he heaved out, breaths ragged against your skin. "Y-You're gonna look so pretty all full."

Your eyes widened at the thought, your body responding to the primal need in his voice. The heat inside you grew, and you found yourself matching his rhythm, hips rising to meet his. The idea of being filled with San's pups was strange, but something deep inside you stirred with a want that was unmistakable.

You could feel his knot beginning to swell, and the sensation was overwhelming. You've heard about werewolf knots before, how they lock into their mates during heat, but feeling it was an entirely different experience. You bit your lip, trying to keep the whimpers of pleasure from escaping.

"S-San, fuck, please," you whimper. "I-I need it," your voice is high and needy. You could feel your own orgasm approaching, your walls clenching around his thick cock, your tail wiggling underneath you. San's movements grew more erratic, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to hold on.

"C-Come for me," he urged, his teeth grazing your earlobe. The sensation sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry that echoed through the woods, you climaxed, your body shuddering beneath his as waves of pleasure washed over you. San's knot grew larger, pressing against your insides until it was all you could feel.

The pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by the heat of his seed filling you up, his knot locking you together. You could feel him pulsing inside of you, his orgasm lasting what felt like an eternity. His weight grew heavier, his breaths coming in short gasps as he emptied himself into you completely. The bond grew stronger with each beat of his heart, each pulse of his cock.

"San," you panted, your voice barely above a whisper. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down at you with a mix of shock and wonder. The reality of what had just happened washed over both of you, and you could see the realization in his gaze. He had claimed you without a full bond.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, his voice filled with concern, his gentle touch at odds with his powerful form.

"N-No, no I'm fine." You assured him, your voice still shaky with pleasure. The knot was definitely uncomfortable, but the intimacy of the moment was too overwhelming to focus on the pain. "It's just… it's a lot to take in."

San nodded, his expression filled with a mix of relief and regret. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over your face. "But your scent was just… I couldn't resist."

"Really? I didn't even shower this morning…" You replied with a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood. San chuckled, his nose still buried in your neck.

"It's not just your scent," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "It's your warmth, your softness. I want you for every heat." His words were a gentle caress against your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.

"Every heat?" You whispered back, your voice trembling. The thought of being with San, in this way, for the rest of your life was a lot to take in. But as you felt his knot slowly shrinking, and his cock still lodged inside you, you realized that the bond was already forming. It was a mix of fear and excitement that coursed through your veins.

San pulled away slightly, his gaze searching yours for any signs of regret. "If you don't want me to, I won't," he murmured, his voice filled with a vulnerability that seemed impossible for such a powerful creature. You took a moment to consider your answer, feeling the warmth of his seed still inside you, the ache of his knot.

But there was something in his eyes, a desperation that went beyond just the physical need. It was a connection that you hadn't felt before, a bond that was more than just skin deep. And despite the fear and the unknown, you found yourself nodding. "I… I want you, San." The words slipped out before you could second guess them.

San: Why Mingi? He’d be wrecked!

Wooyoung: [Grins evilly] Exactly, and I want to see that. 

Yunho: [Laughing] Oh my god, Wooyoung. Leave my baby alone. Sannie, [he turns to San] would you like something like this? Where you get to be edged and denied, and then watch everyone else get to come multiple times? You’d whine so prettily for us, I’m sure. And you’d help make everyone come, mmmh?

San: …I’d really like that. I wanna feel like I’m good and obedient and helping out. 

Wooyoung: You wouldn’t even care that you didn’t get to come? At all? 

San: I’d care but like in the sense that I’d enjoy it. Hard to explain why, but it makes me feel so good to get really close and then let myself be guided back away from the edge. Perhaps it is just an obedience thing. I feel like I’m doing well listening to my dom, by letting them decide for me that I don’t get to come. 

Wooyoung: So cute, San-ah~ Couldn’t be me. I’d curse and bite and grumble. 

Warnings:

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San loved the club  

The smell of drugs, alcohol, and mostly sweat hung thick in the air; the touch and heat of bodies pressed against each other. The club's flashing lights being harsh and overly bright, with multiple colors flashing right on his handsome face. But San's favorite thing about the club was... 

The music  

It was loud enough to shake the walls; it would be ringing in your ear; you couldn't think of a single thing.  

That's why he liked it. 

Because it wouldn’t let him think. Wouldn’t think about that night. Wouldn't think about her. 

It's been three weeks, and still none of the boys can forget it 

Everything about her has been lingering in San mind, haunting him.  

The way she moved, the way she looked at him that night, and those memories refused to fade. Every hip thrust, every moan she made; it follows him- 

“Hey, San!” Yunho calls out, cutting San from his thoughts 

 San blinked, shaking his head slightly. “Huh?” 

Yunho laughed, clearly drunk, throwing an arm over his shoulder. “You’ve been out of it all night. You good, bro?” 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” San replied, a charming smile slipping easily onto his face. 

“Doesn’t look like it.” Wooyoung stepped in, raising an eyebrow, “You sure you didn’t take something?” He snorted, reaching for his shoulder. “You look like you’re about to pass out or something.” 

San didn’t bother responding this time. His eyes and body had already drifted past them, his mind focusing on something else already.  

The music pounded harder, the lights flashing too bright for his liking. 

But something caught his eye, something similar, a figure. Moving through the crowded dance floor. San’s eyes narrowed slightly, chasing the figure with his eyes, his focus sharpening for the first time all night. 

 If felt... Familiar, too familiar

It was her

y/n

No

There's no way, it can't be

His chest tightened. It was like he had summoned you, probably because he was thinking about you all night, and somehow you showed up here out of the blue?

Nah, He must be going crazy, or maybe Yunho really did put something in his drink that's making him see things.

Either way, San still watched. His eye never leaves your dancing figure.

San swallowed, his body going still like a lion watching its prey; he didn't want to look away.

The music pulsed through the room, but it didn't help drown anything out anymore. Not when you were right there moving like that. Like no one else exists.

San couldn't help but watch you from above where he was standing. His gaze dragged over every movement you made, memorizing how your hips shifted left and right or the way your fingers disappeared into hair, the slight dip of your shoulders with the rhythm.

The lights caught on your skin with every turn, making it impossible to look away.

Fuck, you were stunning.

Something in him shifted. He needs to go to you; his body leaned forward slightly, foot moving down the stairs. But before he could take one step down. Someone got there first.

A guy slipped from behind you, hands hovering near your waist. He's whispering something in your ear while trying to match your movements, trying to keep up with the rhythm of your hips.

"So, baby," you say as you run your hand over your boyfriends thigh. You're laying down on the couch together, watching some dull movie when an idea pops into your head. "Hm?" He responds.

"Don't you have any fantasies?"

His ears seem to turn red instantly at your question. "Fantasies? Uhm... That's a good question, I don't really know," he says. "Oh, really?" You ask while playing with his hair. "Yeah, you already brought my fantasies to life," he nods. You smile and kiss his temple, thinking about the things you've done to him in the past months.

It wasn't like San was inexperienced. Sure, he had sex before and he was quite good at it, but when he started to have sex with you that's where his real desires came to the surface. He dropped the sexy act and focussed on feeling good, letting you handle him, use him, tell him what to do and fuck him until he saw stars.

"So there's nothing else? I've fulfilled all of them?"

San looks away a little, cheeks flushed. You laugh and pull him closer. "Sannie, just tell me, I won't make fun of it." "I know you won't, it's just a little... very dirty..."

"Mmh, but I love things a little... very dirty," you say, hand gliding over his toned chest. "Well, you know... at first I told you the fantasy about... you pegging me, right?" You nod and press a kiss on his cheek. "That was actually not the whole fantasy," San admits.

You're intrigued and a smile plays on your lips. "Well what is the rest of the fantasy then, babe?" "I... I want you to fuck me while the guys watch us." Your mouth fell open a little as he told his little secret but you were quick to close it.

"So... You want me to peg you and have all 7 of them watch? Do you think they're up for it baby?" You asked for clarification. San bit his lip and shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure... I think some of them definitely would but I just get so hard when I think about it... I just imagine you fucking me and making me moan out loud and...Them surrounding us with their cocks out and they... They play with themselves and say nasty, dirty things to me."

An obvious tent was forming in San's sweatpants by now, showing you how much he actually wants it. Your hand slid into his pants and boxers, taking a hold of his hardened cock. "Yeah? You want that, baby? Do you want them to jerk off to the sight of you being used?"

San gulps and nods enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, I do," he pants as he feels his cock harden even more if that was even possible. Your hand slid up and down his shaft and San grunts softly, breathing becoming erratic. "You imagine them seeing you cum untouched because of me baby? You imagine them saying things to you?"

"God, yes I do, I imagine them calling me a slut... and I imagine them telling me how good I'm taking it." You smirk and pick up the pace of your hand. You move it up and down quickly as you flick your wrist to jerk him off just the way he likes it. "Sanie, you wouldn't be embarrassed?" "Y-Yes I would be embarrassed, I would, but..."

You smirk and squeeze his cock slightly. "But that's what you want, isn't it?" "Y-yes, yes it is," San says, breath hitching in his throat as his cock begins to twitch. "Are you coming already? Aren't you a needy little boy. Go ahead then. Cum for mommy."

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"Guys? What are you all doing here?" San asks as he steps into the living room. He looks around and sees you hanging out with his friends. "Hey Sanie," you say with a smile. You get up from your seat and take his hand.

"Hey there Sanie," Wooyoung says, his voice sounding nearly hungry as if he was ready to ravish him. But you weren't gonna let them touch him, he's all yours tonight.

"Do you remember when we were on the couch 3 weeks ago and you told me about a little fantasy?" You ask him, fingers trailing up and down his chest. He immediately freezes, now realizing why they're all here. They're here to watch him get fucked.

"Oh my God," San whispers as he already feels his cock hardening in his pants. "They're all here to watch me and you. We'll have so much fun won't we baby? I've got everything ready here... So all you have to do is freshen up and you can come back again," you order. "Yes... Yes I'll go wash up," San nods before he speeds to the bathroom.

You look at the 7 guys in front of you and give them a stern look. "Okay, you guys are not allowed to touch him, are we clear? You're allowed to undress and touch yourself, talk, but no touching or fucking." They all nod, but Hongjoong opens his mouth. "Are we allowed to cum on him?"

You're too stunned to speak for a minute. You didn't expect them to say yes and now they want to cum on your boyfriend? These kinky, horny fuckers. ''I suppose that's alright,'' you nod. You take off your sweater and jeans and reveal the black, lacy lingerie bodysuit hugging your figure in the perfect way. The guys let out sounds of approval as you take a collar and leash in your hand and show your outfit off to them. The 7 men discard their tops and pants and wait for San to come back into the living room.

A few minutes later San walks in, wearing only a towel. ''I-I figured I wouldn't need any clothing anyway,'' San explains as he comes up to you. He watches you in awe, cock already half-hard at the sight of you in the sexy lingerie. ''Alright babyboy, are you ready to give the boys a show?'' ''Yes... I'm ready.''

You order him to sit down on the seperate element you took from your large sofa and so he does. His eyes twitch nervously and they follow your every move. You stand behind him as you attach the collar to his neck. ''I know this is not part of your fantasy but it is mine... If you want me to stop you know to use your safe word, yes?'' ''Yes...''

''Speak with two words, San.'' ''Yes, mommy,'' he whispers underneath his breath, looking down. ''Speak up. I'm not gonna do this if you're not gonna act properly. You're a good boy right?'' ''Yes, mommy,'' San says, a little louder this time. ''That's a good boy,'' you say, caressing his hair gently.

Your take his chin inbetween your fingers and pull it sideways, kissing him on his plush lips. He moves towards you, only slightly, but enough to make his towel fall down a little, revealing his thick cock for everyone to see. You notice a few of the guys are already reaching for their cocks inside their underwear, pumping them slowly to full hardness.

The feeling of San's lips against yours are enough to get you excited so you decide not to hold off on 'the show' any longer. You break off the kiss and take his towel away. San's cock twitches the moment you touch it. His knuckles are white from holding onto the sofa so tightly. "Relax, baby, I'm just gonna play with you."

You attach the leash onto San's collar and give it a gentle tug to see if it's fastened well enough. He glares at the velvety box beside him, full of the toys you like to use. You take a small vibrator out of it and squirt a nice amount of lube on it.

"Get on your hands and knees, prince," you order him. San obeys, instinctively facing the wall so he's showing off his bare bottom to his friends. His face digs into the fabric of the sofa, so embarrassed but so turned on.

"God, you've got a nice ass, Mountain," Mingi grunts. "Fuck," Seonghwa mutters underneath his breath. His hole clenches as he hears praises fall off his friends' tongues.

You carefully slide the toy into your boyfriends' ass. It's small enough to insert without preparation but it's effective enough to rile him up before you actually use him. San whines as the contact and tries to muffle his whimpers. "Sit down again."

San nodds and sits down with his legs spreaded, facing the guys and watching each of them with their cock in their hand. "Look at them, Sanie, they're all excited for you to get fucked," you whisper in his ear.

Suddenly San cries out as you slap his cock. "M-mommy, why?" "Hm, because I like to play with you and you get off on it."

You slap his cock repeatedly until it's dripping with pre-cum and turns an angry red shade. "M-mommy," he whines, "wanna cum!"

"I know you do baby but mommy gets to cum first, right? Are you gonna be good and make mommy cum?" "Yes! Yes, fuck I wanna make mommy cum," he moans as you rub the tip of his dick. You take your hands off him and start to undress fully, showing your bare body off to the guys. You notice some of them starting to wank faster, making your ego grow little by little.

You bend over to face San on eye-level while at the same time you're showing your plump ass and wet pussy to them. "Y/N, show us more," Wooyoung begs. "Fuck, I wish I could touch you, could taste you," Seonghwa grunts.

You smirk and make eye contact with San. "Well boys, you can look all you want but you ain't getting my pussy. Let's see if San pleases me well enough." You lay San down and hover above him, aligning your aroused cunt above his face. You put the leash down and run your hand through your hair as San pulls you down onto his face, diving his tongue into your wetness.

"Mmh, yeah baby, that's it," you moan as you massage your breasts. You made sure to make eye contact with the guys, looking and sounding pornographic and sexy as ever. Their eyes are glued on the way his face is buried between your legs, the way your boobs bounce slightly as you rock yourself on San's tongue and his hard cock standing up straight, still leaking with pre-cum.

You moan out San's name as you ride his face, feeling his nose against your clit. You grind harder and harder as you feel your orgasm coming onto you. "That's it baby boy, fuck, are you gonna make mommy cum? Gonna make mommy cum on your pretty little face?"

San moans and whines from between your legs as he does his best to make you cum. Before you know it your orgasm washes over you and you cum with a loud moan of San's name. You get off San's face and look at the arousal dripping from his lips. His face already looks so fucked out you can't even imagine what he's gonna look like after you've fucked him.

"You've been a very good boy, darling... Do you wanna get fucked now?" "Y-yes, yes, please, please, I want it badly," he whines as you slap his dick once again. You get off him and push his knees towards his chest so you can take a good look at his puckering hole. You pull the little vibrator out and he whimpers and clenches right away.

You take the strap-on panties from the special box and put them on while you attach one of San's favourite dildo's. "Is he gonna take it just like that?" Yunho gasps. "Mhm, he is, aren't you? You're such a good boy, you take whatever I give you," you smirk as you squirt lube all over the toy.

"Y-yes, I'll take it mommy, I'll be your good boy."

You slowly push into him and watch his eyes roll back to his brain, letting out a long whine as he feels you fill him up to the brim. "Fuck," Wooyoung cursed as he starts to pump his cock up and down, trying to match the pace you used to slowly fuck into him.

"Go faster, fuck, I wanna see him ruined," Seonghwa mutters. You smirk and listen to his request, picking up the pace. "Hear that baby? They all wanna see you ruined for me. They wanna see you take some fucking plastic dick up your ass and make a mess of yourself. You love that don't you baby? You love having them watch you."

San was turned into a moaning mess, toes curling as you moved harder and deeper inside him, hitting his prostate repeatedly. "That's it angel, moan for me, that's it."

You continued for a few more minutes before pulling out and ordering San to change positions. He sat on his hands and knees and faces all his friends with a look of arousal and shame on his face.

Only a few seconds later you pounded into him again, hands holding onto his waist. You dig your nails into his delicate skin as he falls apart in front of you. "No, no, don't drop your head, keep it up, come on. Watch them. Look your friends in the eyes."

San did so, looking them in the eyes one by one, moaning out loud, cock twitching and leaking so much pre-cum. "He ain't gonna last," Hongjoong says with a cocky grin as he fondles his own balls. "Oh? Is my precious gonna cum already? Gonna cum for them? Go on then, let go babyboy."

It didn't take long before San cums all over the sofa and floor, loads of cum spilling out as you keep on fucking him. "That's it baby, take it, take that fucking cock," you grunt. You are not planning on stopping just yet, wanting to make him cum again.

"M-mommy, m-mommy it's too much, oh God, mommy!" He cries out, tears in his eyes as you keep railing him, prodding against his prostate. You pull him up against your chest as you keep pounding into him, holding his body tight against your torso. The guys now have a perfect view of his messy and still erect cock.

Tears were falling down his face by now and you were determined to make him cum again. "Would someone be a dear and give me that pink vibrator?" You ask while you point at it. Yeosang was quick to hand it over.

You turn it onto the highest setting immediately and press it against San's cock and he immediately let's out the loudest moans you ever earned from him. His entire body trembles and shakes as you hold him in a tight embrace, cock and ass being so overstimulated that he bursts, cumming all over himself once again.

You turn off the toy and toss it to the side as you gesture the guys to come closer. "Please," San suddenly begs, "Cum on my face, c-coat me in your cum please, use me, use me, please!"

"You heard him boys, come on. Give him your loads, he's been good right?"

Yeosang and Mingi step forward first, pumping their cocks quickly as they look San straight into the eyes. "Open up that mouth, let me see that sinful tongue," Yeosang grunts as he feels his orgasm come closer.

San opens his mouth, drool falling down and dripping down his chin as he catches Yeosang and Mingi's cum. Jongho and Hongjoong were next, eager to coat his mouth and chin white. They pumped each others cocks and spurted their release all over his mouth. Then Yunho comes forward. "Fuck, I wish I could stuff you full with my cock baby, but you're gonna have to do it with just my cum."

Yunho slaps his cock against San's cheek before cumming all over it. Then lastly Seonghwa and Wooyoung come up, jerking off quickly and bursting immediately, coating San's entire face. San let's out a whimper as he feels the hot, sticky cum over his entire face, slowly dripping down to his neck and chest.