Being A Fan Fiction Writer Is Typing ‘me’ Instead Of ‘my’ And Then Laughing Far Too Hard At The

Just This Once~

ꕥPosted: 8/30/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Sub!San (He’s also a soccer player but we ain’t here for the plot-)

ꕥWord Count: 1.9k

ꕥWarnings: Unprotected sex, mentions of San in subspace, reader discovers she has a power kink, San discovers he has a praise kink, use of “good boy” and “baby boy,” use of handcuffs, oral sex (m receiving)

ꕥTag List: @cappujinho​ @bobateastay​ @nevieatiny​ @onceonafullmoon

ꕥA/N: I’m back! Sorry for being gone for a bit, college started back up two weeks ago and I’m bound and determined to get straight A’s so I’ve spent almost all my time on schoolwork lol. Anyways! I’m gonna try to post at least biweekly. In a day or so I’ll have you all vote of my next fic topic also! All feedback is appreciated :)

San flopped down on the bed before her, a sigh leaving his lips as he settled into its silky fabric. Exhaustion was prominent on his lower eyes, visible in the way he awkwardly leaned back into the cushions. The movements caught her attention, causing her eyes to flicker towards his and away from the tv. Her eyes shined and he felt butterflies in his stomach as she smiled at him.

After all this time. She still makes me giddy. San mused.

“Hi, love.” His voice sounded strained.

“Hi, baby. Is practice getting to you?” She asked, moving a strand of hair from his face, looking at him with concern, “If you’re pushing yourself too hard again I swear I’ll force you to take a break.” She giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m just frustrated. I can’t seem to focus and our tournament’s in three days. I just don’t know what to do.”

Soccer became a passion of his when he was young. He and seven other friends of his spent essentially all their free time playing. Although they were all incredibly talented, San had won an MVP trophy three years in a row and as such he put a lot of pressure on himself to improve.

“Is there anything I can do?” She asked, eager to help.

“I’m afraid not. Thank you, though. I appreciate it.” San gave her a sad smile.

His legs spread slightly as he shifted to find a more comfortable sitting position. He had no underlying intent with the action, but feelings of desire awoke in his lover anyways. She’d never been dominant with him before, not that she had a large problem with it since she had a more submissive temperament anyways, but this time she wanted to take care of him. Just once, she wanted to have him at her control.

He always preferred to have control, not because he was afraid to submit to her, but because he wanted to shower her in praise and love every time she was at her most vulnerable with him. He never wanted her to forget how much she meant to him.

Looking at how tired he was, she felt her heart pang. As good of a time as any, she told herself.

She moved to take a seat in his lap, loosely wrapping her arms around his neck. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned towards his ear, biting his earlobe slightly. “Please let me take care of you.”

He hesitated, knowing what she was hinting at, but not wanting her to feel obligated to do so.

“I don’t know, honey. I don’t want you to feel like you have-”

“Hey.” She caressed his face with her hands, “I want to do this. Just this once, let me do all the work. Please?”

He pressed his lips into a small smile, secretly enjoying how adamant she was being. He was looking forward to it, he couldn’t deny.

“Okay, baby.”

Given the green light, she began to leave kisses down his freckled neck, knowing full well how sensitive his neck was. He let out a hum, moving his hands to wrap around her waist and pull her closer. She smiled and gave a gentle bite to the skin, beginning to suck at the area and leaving a beautiful purple mark behind.

“You’re already doing so well for me, baby boy.”

San laughed through a moan as she began to palm him through his jeans, “You’re really getting into this, huh?”

She giggled and bit her lip as she helped him remove his shirt, “A little.”

She leaned forward to push him back on the bed, the both of them laughing as he was knocked back. He moved up to her lips and kissed her hard, “Well I’m enjoying this a lot.”

With a smile she reached for his hands, pinning them above his head. It was such a thrill to her, knowing that he could so easily overpower her, but he wanted her to have the power. He wanted her to make him submit.

The thought gave her chills.

The woman hesitated before asking, “Can I handcuff you?”

San stilled, thinking it over. He’d never even thought about being handcuffed before, even though he’d put them on her countless times. Eventually he nodded with a slight grin, a spark of excitement running through him.

She bit her lip to hide a smile before darting to their closet, rifling through the assortment of sex toys before pulling out a pair of handcuffs and promptly cuffing her lover to the bed.

“Is this still okay? Is it uncomfortable?” She asked him.

His eyes filled with love, “I’m okay, babe. Promise. Now come here, gimme a kiss.” He pursed his lips at her.

She happily placed a kiss on his lips. It was a light kiss, one that quickly turned heated and sloppy. Both began a desperate game of bucking their hips against the others’ in hopes of some sort of friction and she couldn’t help but bite her lip at the feeling of him growing hard.

“You’re so hot, San,” She ran her hands down his abs, causing the man to shudder underneath her fingertips, “Never in my life have I met a man as amazing as you. I never thought I’d be able to find a man who is so kind and generous and just so good to me. You’re more than everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

The man flushed a shade of pink as deep as his hair, feeling at a loss for words. He opened and closed his mouth, hoping words would come to him. When none did, the woman pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Thank you for loving me.” She whispered before resuming her task of trying to pull an assortment of whines and moans from his mouth.

Encircling her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans, she pulled down the fabric as slow as possible, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin. San bit his lip, trying to conceal the noises threatening to escape him.

“Sweetheart, that just won’t do.” She taunted him, fully removing his jeans and underwear, “I’m gonna need you to be loud for me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel. Can you do that?”

He nodded, his bottom lip still between his teeth until she raised a brow at him. “Yes...I-I can do that.”

“Good boy.”

He whimpered, tensing against the restraints as she pressed a kiss against the tip of his member, then taking him in her mouth. Her hands held his thighs down as he unconsciously tried to thrust against her, the noises he was making only spurring her on. She hollowed out her cheeks and tried to take in as much as she could, her eyes beginning to water. Ignoring the tears threatening to spill she found a steady pace, pleased when he arched his back off the bed.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good. God it always does.” He moaned, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

She swirled her tongue around his cock, enjoying everything about the situation. His taste, his noises, the power she had over him. The woman pulled back from him, a trail of saliva connecting from his member to her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, drinking in his already fucked-out state.

“Please.” His eyes were pleading, every ounce of him yearning for anything she would give him. He didn’t even register what he was saying, not even fully understanding how quickly he was entering a sub-space.

She gave him a dark smile, “What was that?”

San averted his eyes, feeling incredibly embarrassed as a blush appeared on his face. He turned away from her and felt her grab his chin, “Nuh-uh baby boy. I want you to repeat that.”

He closed his eyes, his desire to be inside her greater than any embarrassment he could possibly feel, “Please. Ruin me.”

“As you wish.” She whispered into his ear, tearing off her own clothes. Only then did she realize how wet she had become, her drenched panties all but sticking to her skin. The man smiled slightly at the knowledge that only he could turn her on that much.

She belonged only to him.

When their bodies finally connected, they simultaneously groaned at the feeling. The pent up desire in both getting fulfilled at last. The woman placed her hands on either side of his chest, beginning to raise and slam her hips into his. He met her halfway, doing his part to meet her hips in the middle.

The sound of skin and noises of pleasure echoed across the room. If either had the capacity to be bashful, they would have been, yet the pleasure growing within them shut out any feelings of shyness. His eyes closed as she continued to grind down against him, giving him no chance to breathe at the repeated stimulation, not that he cared.

So this is what it’s like on the other side, he thought, now completely immersed in her and only her, in everything she was doing to him. San felt like his heart was going to explode, from either love or pleasure he didn’t know. Likely both.

“My good little boy.” She cooed, feeling entranced in his sultry gaze and sweat-covered skin not knowing he was feeling the same way.

He whined at the praise, his hips again raising to meet hers. She began to feel a slight pain in her thighs from the repeated motions and she couldn’t help but wonder how San was always able to do so without feeling tired. Regardless, she did her best to keep her speed, only faltering when he hit a certain spot inside of her. He panted when she picked up speed, chasing her own high and instructing him to do the same.

She spoke without even registering her words, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for her, “You make...make me feel so good, San.”

The man bit his lip, trying to hold back for her but finding himself failing. “Please let me cum.” He cried, so close to his high but not daring to come undone without her permission.

She smiled sweetly at him. There wasn’t any way she’d prevent him from pleasure, yet she still found it cute of him to ask. “Let go for me, baby boy.”

And he did, desperately slamming his hips into hers for her high to follow shortly after. As they slowed their movements, with closed eyes and lazy smiles, she lifted herself off of him. His face was laced with concern when his lover winced from overstimulation, but she assured him she was alright as she removed the handcuffs.

The woman kissed his lips and told him to remain on the bed as she ran to get a warm towel. She returned with a kind smile and ran the cloth over his body, cleaning him up just as he always had for her.

As San slowly came back to his senses she pressed a light kiss to his forehead, followed by a tender “I love you,” which he returned with tears in his eyes.

“Baby, why are you crying?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows, raking her brain for anything she could’ve done to hurt him.

He shook his head, “I just love you so much. It’s overwhelming at times.”

She bit her lip as she felt her face flush and warmth spread throughout her chest, “So...what did you think?”

He gave her a big smile, “I think we should do that more often.”

“Yeah?” She asked eagerly, not trying to hide how much she got off to the power trip it gave her.

San pressed a soft kiss to her nose, “Yeah. We definitely should. That’s not just happening once.”

It’s Not Just The Coffee~

ꕥPosted: 1/11/21

ꕥGenre: CoffeeShop!au, Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x San

ꕥWord Count: 1.3k

ꕥWarnings: None

ꕥTagging: @midzyatiny​

ꕥA/N: For those that don’t know, San has said before that if he wasn’t an idol he would be a barista, so that was my inspo. I wrote this while listening to Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg and I highly recommend listening to it while you read this, if you so desire :))

There was always something about that coffee shop that kept me coming back.

Maybe it was the homey, rustic look of the store or their creamy, rich coffee. Perhaps it was the gentle jazz music in the background or the adorable little plants they had displayed in their windows. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the cute barista that led me to return.

How Have You Bean was not only the cutest name for a coffee shop ever, but the name of this particular coffee shop. The one I happened to stumble upon when I first moved to town two months ago.

It was horribly cold that day. Due to the bitter cold and snow, I ran inside the nearest open building in search of warmth. There were only a few people there, mostly college students quietly discussing their upcoming assignments. I debated on whether or not I should order something. I’d be rude if I simply stayed and didn’t order anything, right? I walked to the counter and saw a male employee with his back facing me.

“Sir? I’d like to order if you don’t mind?”

The man turned around I couldn’t help but stare. I had never seen a man with such gentle yet stunning features. His eyes formed crescents as dimples on his face appeared.

Damn. Who is he?

“I don’t mind at all. How may I help you miss?”

Of course his voice would sound like honey.

I placed my order and he smiled. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?”

My brows furrowed. “What makes you so sure?”

“I’ve worked here for quite a long time. I know every customer, but I’ve never seen you here.”

“Would you believe me if I said I’ve been here before? Just not when you’re here?”

“Nope.” His answer was immediate, “If you did, I would know.”

I smiled, “Alright, you omniscient being. How much do I owe you?”

I paid and he asked for my name. I gave him a quizzical look and he explained that he needed my name so he could write it down on my cup. I blushed slightly and told him.

“It’ll be ready in no time, miss.”

“Thank you,” I looked down at his name tag, “San.”

His beautiful smile returned as I called him by name. My heart fluttered and I sat down at a nearby table. I began to twiddle my thumbs as my head wandered to him. It was a habit that I’d never been able to rid myself of.

Is he single? Should I ask him? What if he says no? Maybe I should just approach him as a friend?

I tried my best to stay level headed and not completely fawn over him.

There’s absolutely no way that he’s single. With his looks and kindness, I’m sure someone is already hopelessly in love with him and I’m sure he feels the same.

I didn’t realize I was frowning until San was standing in front of me with my coffee in his hands, asking if I was feeling alright.

“Oh! Of course!” I said, unconvinced by my own feigned happiness.

San gave me a look I couldn’t quite place. He glanced back at the empty counter and sat down on the chair across from me.

“If you don’t want to talk I understand, but I don’t like seeing people sad. Is there anything I can do to help?”

The genuine look in his eyes made my heart swell. I never believed in love at first sight before, but I had no doubt that’s what this was.

“Ah. Well...”

The man waited patiently, not pushing me to say anything.

“I just moved here and I’m a little nervous. I don’t really know anyone. And you’re kinda cute and you’re making my heart beat really fast.” I whispered the last sentence, not wanting him to hear me, but he did. A playful gleam lit up his eyes and his mouth formed into a crooked smile.

“Cute, huh?”

My eyes widened and I buried my face in my hands. “Oh god I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

A moment of silence followed my confession, each passing second building my regret of saying it in the first place.

“I think you’re beautiful. Especially with the blush that I can tell is lighting up your face right now.”

“Nooo now I’m going to blush even more.” I giggled out of nerves.

San gently removed my hands from my face. His playful smile was still there, but his eyes had softened.

“I need to get back to work, but I’d like to see you again. I’m here most days so...yeah. Come and visit anytime. It was wonderful to meet you, miss.”

I gave a shy smile and responded, “You too.”

And so a day later, I returned. It became a habit of mine to visit San at the coffee shop at least twice a week. Seeing his bright smiles and deep dimples always seemed to remove my worries and stresses without fail.

Sometimes we would sit down and talk, other times we wouldn’t get the chance because of the exorbitant amount of people ordering coffee, keeping him busy. But the occasional glances and smiles in my direction made it all worth it.

One day, when the coffee shop was empty aside from him and I, I found myself sitting on the counter and tasting new coffee mixes that he was concocting.

“Mmm! This one is amazing!” I pointed at the small cup in my hand.

He gleamed, eyes widening, “Really?”

“Oh my god yeah! I think this is my favorite.”

San leaned down on the counter next to my legs, propping his head on his hands and looking at me with starry eyes, “What is it you like about it?”

“Well, it’s not too strong, to start with. I hate black coffee so automatically any coffee that isn’t black gets points in my book.”

He smiled, “What else?”

“I like the slight hazelnut taste. Hazelnut coffee is one of my favorites.”

He nodded, appearing deep in thought, “It’s one of mine, too.”

“You have good taste, sir.”

His handsome laugh rang out through the shop and I couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“I’d love to teach you how to make it but my boss would probably kill me if I let you touch anything without you working here.”

“I mean...you could still show me. I’ll just watch.”

“You’re a clever girl, aren’t you?”

I felt my cheeks flush and I giggled, “Oh shush.”

“Watch what I’m doing very carefully okay?”

“Okay.”

San went about making a cup of coffee, instructing me on all the steps that he followed previously. When he was done he placed a lid on the cup, handing it to me.

“Oh I can’t accept this. This is too big of a big cup to take for free. Here, I’ll pay you for it.” I reached for my purse.

“Nope. On the house.”

Smiling at him I tilted my head, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Although, I’m not quite done. There’s still one last step.”

“What’s that?”

He leaned towards me, “The last step is to ask the pretty girl in front of me if I can kiss her.”

Flustered, it took me a minute to process his words, “She says yes.”

I set my coffee down and placed my hands on his face, moving him closer to me as his lips touched mine.

His lips were as soft as I had imagined countless times, the taste of coffee lingering on his lips.

San pulled back, much to my dismay, and I noticed the slight blush dusting his ears.

“I’ve never seen you flustered before, San.”

“What? I’m not flustered.”

“Your pink ears say differently.”

He covered his ears with his hands and giggled, “You’re gorgeous, how else would I react?”

I shyly tucked my head in my hands, letting out an excited squeal.

Anyone from the outside would’ve probably thought we were still young teens who’d never felt butterflies before, judging by our pink faces and shy laughs, our lingering touches.

Confidence growing, I pushed myself to ask, “Can...can you kiss me again?”

“I would love to.”

Cold Ice & Warm Hearts~

ꕥPosted: 12/24/20

ꕥGenre: College!au, Christmas Imagine, Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Jongho

ꕥWord Count: 1.8k

ꕥWarnings: None

ꕥA/N: I’ve been watching a shit ton of ice skating videos lately so this is the result lol

Ice skating was my favorite part of the holiday season without a doubt. I was always able to skate more around December since I had a month off from college, which was fantastic. Not to mention that more people would skate than usual, meaning the more people I could teach to skate, feeling pride swell in my chest as I saw them improve.

I was recently gifted a pair of beautiful white ice skates by one of my friends as an early Christmas present. Although the holiday was right around the corner, she said she just couldn’t wait to give them to me, knowing how much I needed new skates.

“You’re completely wearing out your old ones,” She told me, “These will treat you much better.”

Although I very much loved my old pair, I had to admit she had a point. The laces were tearing and the soles were wearing down, making it very difficult to skate without having to stop and adjust them every few seconds.

Tonight I was walking to the outdoor skating rink only a few blocks from my apartment. I lived in a relatively busy city so I expected many people to be there, but I never minded that. It made me happy to see so many enjoying it.

As I walked with my ice skates, my mind wandered. It had been a few months since I last skated and I had been dying to get back. I was slightly nervous; however. I always was if I hadn’t skated in a while. Part of me worried that I would fall as often as I did when I began or forget how to skate all together.

I sat on the benches next to the rink to put my skates on when a deep, attractive laugh caught my attention. I turned my head to the right of the rink, observing the young man it came from. He was about average height and had one of the most endearing smiles I had ever seen. His dark brown hair swayed in the wind as he slightly picked up speed. His long, tan jacket looked warm and for a brief moment I had to refrain myself from thinking about how it would feel to cuddle up next to him.

He was surrounded by four other men, some obviously more skilled than others, but he, himself, wasn’t bad at all. He could skate relatively well and I wondered if he grew up skating like I did. Or maybe he was a natural talent?

His build was strong. I could tell that even with the several layers he was wearing. He certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes, to say the least.

One of the men near him stumbled and fell, the others laughing while the man wearing the tan jacket helped him up, a slight smile on his face but still expressing concern.

He seems kind.

I shook myself from my thoughts and tied the soft white laces of my skates. There were more people on the rink than I expected and it made me smile. Maybe some would find passion in it like I did.

I stepped out on the ice and made several strides, feeling silly for being nervous before. Ice skating was so ingrained in me that I had no reason to be. I moved to the rhythm of the Christmas music playing overhead and felt the world fading away. My worries, fears, stressors—all of it—melted from me as I made laps around the rink, occasionally adding a spin or two.

I was only slightly aware of the people looking in my direction and the gasps in awe being directed towards me. Because honestly, it didn’t matter. I never cared much for the compliments. Sure they were nice, but I skated for myself. To improve myself, not to impress others. Although, perhaps tonight I had a  motive to impress a certain man. Only perhaps.

I slowed down to look at the sky above me. The lights surrounding the rink only a slight distraction from the twinkling stars.

How gorgeous.

Smiling to myself I leisurely spun around, eyes still locked on the sky. I didn’t need to constantly look at the ice to keep my balance. It took some practice, but it became second nature to keep my balance no matter where I was looking.

“Miss?”

The slight disappointment I had from being interrupted only lasted for a few seconds until I saw the man I had been admiring in front of me. I blinked a few times, his handsome features up close catching me off guard.

“Yes?”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where did you learn to skate like that?”

A wide smile spread across my face at his question, “I grew up skating. I practiced nearly every weekend.”

He nodded, “That’s impressive. Think you could teach me?”

“Teach you what exactly? You seem to have a good grasp on skating already.”

He chuckled and looked down, confidence faltering for only a moment, his gummy smile emerging, “Okay if I’m being honest, that was my best attempt to ask if you’d like to skate with me.”

I raised a brow and looked over to his friends who were giggling in our direction until they were caught off guard by my gaze, quickly averting their eyes.

“Do your friends have anything to do with this?”

“I mean, I suppose a little. I wanted to approach you so they encouraged me. It wasn’t a dare or anything like that if you were wondering.”

“That’s cute of them.” I cocked my head for a moment, “I don’t mind, but are you sure you can keep up? I can’t promise I’ll slow down for you.”

“I can certainly try.”

I nodded and skated off, not waiting for him to join by my side, but knowing he would, and he eventually did.

“So,” I began, “May I have your name?”

“That would probably be useful information, yes.” He laughed, “I’m Jongho. What’s yours?”

I introduced myself and he nodded, a slight smile still on his face.

“You’re really attractive, you know that?”

He flushed, “Wow. Are you always this blunt?”

“Usually,” I shrugged.

“I admire that. I am too, most of the time.”

“Yeah?” I skated slightly ahead of him, turning around and skating backwards, still facing him, “You give off the vibe that you would be.”

His eyes became playful, “What other vibes do I give off?”

“Hmm. You look strong, so maybe you work in construction? Or some other profession that requires physical strength,” I raised my hand to my chin, “Also, I feel like you play an instrument. Maybe you sing? Either way I think you’re musically inclined.”

“You’re wrong with the profession. I’m a college student but I’m on a dance team so it requires strength. Plus I just like working out. You were right about the singing, though. It’s a hobby of mine.”

Jongho once again smiled, but it quickly disappeared and his eyes widened. He reached out towards me grabbing my arms and pulling me close.

“What are you-”

A little girl skated past us at a fast speed, right where I had been before.

My heart was racing, almost to the point of not being able to form words, but I had to thank him, “Oh my gosh thank you.”

“Hey it’s no problem.”

I noticed how close we were, my hands placed on his chest with his arms locked on my back. All at once I felt as if my breath had been taken from me as I looked into his dark eyes. I felt myself being drawn to him, unknowingly leaning in closer.

And then he let me go, skating away from me, “Are you gonna catch up?”

I brought my hands to my cheeks, feeling their heat before shaking it off and skating next to him.

Jongho looked in my direction when I reached his side, “Your cheeks are awfully pink, darling. Are you feeling cold?”

His cocky voice and the pet name caught me off guard and I looked anywhere but him, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Oh don’t get shy now. What happened to the blunt and confident girl I met earlier?”

“She’s blushing right now. And feeling nervous because she thought you were going to kiss her.”

He titled his head, “Did she want that happen?”

“She might have...” I bit my bottom lip and nodded, “She did.”

“Well you’ve gotta take me out to dinner first.” He laughed, “But, I might make an exception for you. On one condition.”

“Which is?”

I noticed he stopped skating and I stopped as well, curious as to what he might want.

“I want to go on a date with you.”

I narrowed my eyes, “You aren’t a player, are you?”

“No, not at all!” Jongho raised his hands in defense, “I just think you’re really beautiful and I’d like to get to know you better.”

I giggled at the compliment, feeling shy, “In that case, I agree to all terms and conditions.”

“Come here, then.”

I skated slightly closer to him, placing my hands on his warm cheeks as I felt his hands rest on my hips.

“I haven’t kissed anyone in a hot minute.” I confessed.

“That makes two of us,” Were his last words as he placed his lips on mine. His lips felt so warm and inviting and only until that moment did I realize how badly I had wanted to kiss him. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him harder, leaving me breathless. Too soon we pulled apart, eyes finding the other’s.

Jongho’s gummy smile appeared and I felt my heart skip. The cheer of several men brought me back to my surroundings.

“Yeah,” Jongho rubbed his neck, looking in their direction, “They’re a bit crazy but you get used to them.”

“I’d like to.”

His eyes warmed and he took my by the hand, “So when are you free? I know a great restaurant that just opened up a week ago. We’ll have to hurry though, Christmas is right around the corner and I’m sure we won’t be able to get in for the next few days.”

“Oh yeah? How about this Friday?”

“Perfect.”

“What’s your favorite flower?”

I furrowed my brows, “Why?”

“Well if you think that I’m going to show up at your place without bringing you flowers, you’re sadly mistaken.”

I bit my lip again and looked down at the ice, “I tend to like peonys.”

“Noted.”

We exchanged numbers and said goodbye far too early for my liking, but his friends began to complain about being hungry, and he caved.

Watching Jongho walk away I decided to head back home. Originally I planned on skating for a while after, but I couldn't seem to concentrate with all the butterflies in my stomach.

Not even halfway back to my apartment I received a text from Jongho, making me smile. 

‘Don’t forget our date!’ He wrote.

‘I’ll be looking forward to it :)’

The butterflies in my stomach returned. Feeling childish with these new emotions, I skipped the rest of the way home with a smile on my face. All but holding my breath for the next time I would see him.

Just What The Doctor Ordered~

ꕥPosted: 3/14/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Wooyoung

ꕥWord Count: ~2.0k

ꕥWarnings: Language, Protected sex (Reader’s on the pill), Public sex (sort of), Praising, Wooyoung has a thing for being called doctor, Dirty talk

ꕥA/N: Please respect your healthcare workers—Doctor Wooyoung hella hot tho 🥵🤚

I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to will my migraine away.

“You know you should probably go see a doctor.” My best friend and coworker, Hongjoong, spoke as he stirred his morning coffee.

“It’s fine. I get them all the time.”

“Yeah and that’s the problem. You shouldn’t.”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, “Honestly, I’ve trying to avoid going to the doctor but I think you have a point. I can barely focus on anything anymore.”

“Good. Schedule an appointment as soon as you get the chance. You don’t want to wait any longer.” He walked closer to me and ran a hand along my back, “And let me know how it goes, alright? I worry about you sometimes.”

I let out a small laugh, “Thanks, Joongie. I will.”

-

“Miss y/n.”

I raised my head to meet a young woman in light blue scrubs. She smiled at me, but I could see the tiredness in her eyes. I certainly understood, I’d had many long, long days at work myself.

I hope your day gets better, miss.

“Right this way, please.”

I stood, following her as she lead me into a room and instructed me to sit in one of the chairs.

“The doctor you normally see has been quite busy today, so we’ll have one of our newer doctors see you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine.” I pressed a hand to my forehead.

“So could you give me run down of what’s been going on?” She clicked a pen, grabbing a scrap of paper from her pocket.

“Sure, basically I’ve just been having really bad migraines.”

“How severe have they been?”

“I mean they’ve been bad enough that I’ve had trouble concentrating.”

“Anything else troubling you?”

“Nope that’s it.”

She scribbled some notes on a sheet of paper and smiled at me.

“Alright, the doctor will be with you soon.” Were her last words as she exited the room with a sigh.

Knowing it’d likely take awhile, I unlocked my phone to mindlessly scroll through social media, eventually getting bored and playing a game instead.

The door opened and I jumped in my seat, placing my phone aside. The young man that walked into the room smiled, running a hair through his parted black hair.

“Hello, I’m Wooyoung. It’s nice to meet you.”

As ridiculous as it sounded, my breath seemed to leave me all at once. His sunkissed skin was seemingly flawless, the closed-mouth smile that he flashed showing slight dimples on his cheeks, the lab coat and stethoscope around his neck left me to admire his appearance. He was certainly the most fit and attractive doctor, let alone man I’d ever seen.

“Oh you, too.”

He reached out to shake my hand and as we touched I felt sparks shoot through me. His hands were slightly rough but still soft. He released my hand with a kind smile.

“So do you mind telling me what’s going on?” He moved a stool that was in the corner of the room closer to me, sitting on it and slightly spreading his legs, his hands on his knees. I felt my head fogging as I fought myself to not stare at him.

“Well I’ve been having really bad migraines recently. I don’t really know what’s causing them.”

“How long have you been having them?”

“For a few months actually, but they’ve only become really bad within the last couple weeks.”

Wooyoung nodded, “Could they be stress induced, by any chance?”

“I mean...I don’t think so? My job is usually stressful but I haven’t been more stressed than normal.”

“Hmm okay. Have you been experiencing any other symptoms? Nausea, vomiting, sensitivity to light?”

“No, no other symptoms.”

“Could you be pregnant? That can often-”

I laughed, “No, I haven’t had a boyfriend in a quite a while so that’s not it. I’ve been busy with work.”

I could’ve sworn I saw a slight smirk on his face, but it was gone before I could fully register it.

“I certainly understand that. I was able to get through medical school faster than most but I was studying all the time so I’ve never really had time for a girlfriend.”

I nodded, not exactly knowing what to say as I felt happiness bubble up in my stomach knowing that he was single.

“So how often do you normally get them?”

I cocked my head and raised a brow, “Get what?”

He let out a chuckle that released butterflies in my stomach, “I mean your migraines. How often do you get them?”

“Oh.” I felt my cheeks turn pink, “Maybe four times a week.”

“Cute.” Wooyoung muttered under his breath. I was relatively confident he didn’t intend for me to hear it and I blushed even more.

“Well the nurse told me she forgot to take your vitals so...do you mind?”

“Not at all!” I internally slapped myself for sounding far too enthusiastic, but Wooyoung didn’t seem to care, giving a small smile.

“Could you take off your jacket for me, please?”

“Of course.” I said, ridding myself of the thick coat I was wearing, placing it on a nearby chair. He walked towards me—the smell of his cologne intoxicating—and put the eartips of the stethoscope in his ears.

Wooyoung placed the diaphragm of the stethoscope to my back, “Breathe in and out normally for me, please.”

I did as I was told, blocking my mind from the devilishly handsome man right next to me.

After a moment he removed the tool from my back. “I’m going to place the stethoscope on your chest now, okay?”

Wooyoung eyed my sweater which had slightly thicker material in the front, “Is it alright if I put the stethoscope down your shirt? It’ll be hard to hear your heart through your sweater.”

“Oh—yeah that’s okay!” I cleared my throat, “I mean like yeah it’s fine.”

Way to be smooth.

Wooyoung chucked as he reached down the collar of my shirt with the tool, its cold making me shiver. He apologized for the temperature, assuring me it wouldn’t take but a minute.

“That’s odd,” He stated, an eyebrow raised, “Your heart shouldn’t be beating that fast. Do you know why that might be?”

His dark eyes looked into my own and I swallowed. “I...I just...”

“Yes?”

I looked at the floor, unable to say it while looking in his eyes, “It’s you.”

“Me? How’s that?” I saw from the corner of my eye a slight smirk growing on his face.

I looked into his dark eyes, “My heart is racing because you’re so close to me.”

“Tell me, then. Would it beat faster if I got even closer?”

Stethoscope still on my chest, he leaned down, his lips almost touching my own.

The man let out a deep laugh, much deeper than his speaking voice, “I was correct.”

I was barely able to speak when my eyes drifted to his lips, “It’ll beat even faster if you kiss me.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“It is.”

Wooyoung grabbed my cheek with his free hand and pulled me closer, pressing his lips to mine. He didn’t have to tell me that my heart was racing. I could feel it. I could feel my heart rate increasing the longer his lips touched mine. My hands wrapped around his neck, hands running through his thick hair and pulling it slightly. He bit my bottom lip in response and I whimpered into the kiss, pulling him even closer.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, girl.”

I pulled his hair a bit harder and he groaned against my lips. As if he just remembered the stethoscope, he broke the kiss to pull it away from my chest, removing it from his ears and tossing it on the nearby table.

I giggled and he smiled at me, placing his hands on either side of the chair I was sitting in. Leaning in closer he teased my lips with his, giving me a slight peck before kissing down my jaw to my neck. I reached for his coat and hurriedly removed it from his shoulders, wanting nothing more than to get him undressed.

Gasping for air I grabbed at his hair once more, desperately needing to hear him groan again and he didn’t disappoint. His hands danced to my sweater, slightly lifting it.

“I hate to say it, because I’m really enjoying this, but you are on the clock.”

“Fuck it.” he growled, “I don’t have any patients scheduled today and I work harder than anyone here. I want this if you do.”

“I really do. Fuck me, Wooyoung.”

Without hesitation he pulled my sweater and bra over my head, leaving kisses all over my chest.

“Help me take off your pants, bunny.”

I whimpered, “Yes doctor.”

“Shit that’s hot.” He leaned in close to my ear, “Say it again. Doctor’s orders.”

“Whatever you say, doctor.” I pulled my pants down and threw them across the room.

Wooyoung’s hands teasingly ran up and down my thighs, making me shiver.

“You’re insanely gorgeous.” He growled into my ear.

I couldn’t come up with a solid response, my desire speaking for me, “It’s your turn, doctor. Off with the shirt.”

He made a dramatic flair of pulling his shirt slowly over his head, my eyes growing hazy while looking at his perfectly defined abs.

“Fuck.”

A cocky look formed on his face as he watched my eyes scan over him, soon after lifting me from the chair to the exam table.

He ran a digit along my clothed clit, prompting my back to arch off the table. I grabbed his arms and pulled him towards me, hips bucking into his, the friction setting my body on fire.

He groaned, head falling back as his body gave into his pleasure. Before long he was pulling down my soaked panties and leveling his face with my core.

“Don’t.” I said through heavy breaths, earning a concerned look from Wooyoung, “I want you in me now.”

His eyes widened, “Shit I don’t have a condom.”

I pulled him closer to me, “I’ve been on the pill for several months don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?” The genuine concern in his eyes currently outweighing the lust I could see behind them.

“I promise.”

The lust returned to his eyes and I couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. The rest of his clothes were discarded in a hurry, his member then lining up with my core.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable or want me to stop, okay?”

His consideration made me smile, knowing full damn well I wouldn’t want him to stop. “I will. You too.”

Wooyoung let out a short chuckle and entered me slowly. I felt my eyes close as I focused on the feeling of him inside me, feeling out of breath already. I moaned as he pulled out slightly and rammed his hips back into mine.

“You like this?” He growled, “Knowing that anyone could catch us?”

I nodded, letting out quiet whimpers as I gasped for air. His speed was quick and hard, hitting every spot inside me my fingers could never reach.

“What a dirty girl you are.”

My walls clenched around him as tears welled in my eyes from the stimulation, my moans gradually getting louder without my control.

He leaned closer to me, “Quiet, sweetheart. Can’t let everyone here know what we’re up to, can we?”

I whimpered as he picked up speed and I forced my eyes open, needing nothing more than to see him. His pupils were dilated, his face flushed, and his hair was sporadically sticking to his forehead. He looked godly.

“You look so beautiful under me, taking me so well,” He said through half-lidded eyes, “How are you feeling, love?”

I whined at the pet name and clenched around him. He groaned and I brought myself to speak, “I feel f-full, doctor.”

Wooyoung nuzzed my neck, placing a few kisses upon my skin, and I felt my high approaching.

“Touch me, please.” I pleaded.

He complied, teasingly running his fingers along my clit and I felt sparks of pleasure shoot through me.

“Are you gonna cum, baby girl? Be my good girl and cum for me.”

I bit my lip to keep from moaning loudly as I came, feeling Wooyoung release at the same time. He stilled, watching me catch my breath as he did the same.

“Pretty sure I just broke several medical moral codes but damn I don’t regret a minute of that.”

I hid my face in his chest, face heating up, “Me either.”

He pulled out of me and I pouted at the loss of feeling him.

“We just had sex and you’re still needy?”

“Listen, you just feel good inside of me.”

He leaned over me a gave me a long, sweet kiss, “You feel pretty good around me, yourself.”

Wooyoung pulled back and reached for his boxers, putting them on before grabbing some paper towels and cleaning me up. “Get dressed, doll.”

I nodded and slowly slipped my clothes on, legs feeling wobbly. He noticed and smiled at me, fully dressed now.

“Well,” He started, “I think we should exchange numbers in case you experience more migraines. We’ll have to monitor that, of course.” His eyes twinkled.

“Ah yes, of course.” I giggled, handing over my phone.

I watched his fingers glide over the keyboard, my eyes once more trailing down his chest, unable to forget how good he looked shirtless.

Without looking up he spoke, his voice lighthearted, “I can see you, you know.”

“No you can’t.” I teased.

He laughed and handed over his phone for me to do the same. “I can write you a prescription if you feel like that’s something you need. Have you tried over the counter medicine?”

I chuckled and he gave me a questioning look. “It’s just that the conversation took a different direction than I was expecting. But no, I haven’t.”

Wooyoung nodded, “I would recommend that you start with Ibuprofen and if that doesn’t work, let me know and we can prescribe you a stronger medicine, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

A silence fell over us. Noticing my nervousness, Wooyoung pulled me into his arms, placing a kiss on my lips, “I need to go, but I’ll call you, okay?”

I gave a shy nod and bit my lip.

“Do you like coffee by any chance?” He questioned as he ran a hand through my hair. I welcomed his touch, leaning closer to him.

“Love it, why?”

“I say we meet up at a coffee shop soon. I’ve got a particular one in mind and I think you’ll really like it.”

I smiled, beyond happy to know he wanted to see me again, “Works for me.”

-

“So it went pretty well, I think.”

“Good, have you been feeling better?” Hongjoong asked later in the week.

“Much.” I bit my lip, looking down, “I’ve got a date later today.”

“What? With who?” Hongjoong asked with a smile, genuinely happy for me.

“Um...the doctor I saw earlier this week.” I scratched the back of my head.

“Oh my god you do not.”

“I do. I really like him.” I confessed, “We’ve been texting a lot.”

“Damn.” He shook his head, “That’s definitely a surprise but I’m happy for you girl. You know, why don’t you head out early? Our shifts are almost over anyways and I can finish up anything you’ve still got to do.”

“No I can’t ask you to do that!”

“I insist. Go ahead.” Hongjoong all but pushed me out of the office, sending me on my way and wishing me luck.

I waved back at him, thanking him again before leaving the building. I hopped in my car and drove off, feeling happiness bubble in my chest.

I took a step into the cute coffee shop, looking around at the full tables before locking eyes with Wooyoung. His eyes sparkled with the same playful look as I remembered. I walked over to where he was sitting and took the chair across from him.

“Hey,” He smiled wide.

“Hey yourself.”

“Are you gonna order anything?”

“Maybe in a bit. I wanna spend time with the handsome man in front of me first.”

A slight red dusted his ears as he tried to laugh away his shyness. “How’ve your migraines been?”

“Honestly, I haven’t had any since I saw you last.”

He cocked his head. “Wonder what could’ve fixed that?”

I bit my lip, meeting his eyes, “I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

“Incredible. This is a medical breakthrough. I can just imagine the medical articles.” Wooyoung raised a hand, moving it in the air as he spoke, “Sex cures chronic migraines, experiments suggest.”

I laughed, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

“What? Am I wrong?” He said with a mischievous smile.

I quirked a brow, “I think we should probably conduct more experiments though, right? In the name of science.”

He pressed his lips together in a tight smile. “You make a compelling argument. I think I have to agree. My place after this?”

“Absolutely.”

-

Final Note: Listen I know Wooyoung probably should have actually prescribed y/n something for her migraines but it’s to further the plot okay please understand—

Hey hey bestie! How about San with the genre of fluff and the title “Arts and Crafts”?

ꕥPosted: 9/23/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x San

ꕥWord Count: 432

ꕥWarnings: Language and hella fluff

ꕥTag List: @cappujinho​ @bobateastay @nevieatiny​ @onceonafullmoon @hxneyboy

ꕥA/N: Hey hey girl! Hope you enjoy this one and thanks for the request ;)

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You sat around your shared kitchen table, various childhood crafts and supplies splayed across the wood. The minute San heard you had never made a macaroni necklace, he dragged you to the nearest craft store and bought an assortment of noodles and other supplies to make up for your “terribly sad childhood,” according to San.

You had to admit you were a bit confused though. If he wanted you to make a macaroni necklace so bad, why did he keep stealing your noodles? Sure, he was making his own necklace, but there were plenty of noodles for the both of you.

The bastard.  

“If you don’t stop that I will actually break your kneecaps.” You scolded, looking not at all intimidating as you tried to hide your smile.

San threw his head back and laughed before he stole another noodle from your hands, “Ah come on, let me have a little fun.”

“I don’t appreciate your mockery of my art,” You motioned to the necklace he was holding, “Besides, we’ve got plenty of pasta so stick to your own necklace, you monster.”

He smiled as he took another glance at the macaroni necklace in your hands, “I’m pretty sure you’re doing it wrong.”

“Okay that’s it.” You stood up and pounced on his shoulders, laughing as he feigned being hurt.

He shook you off, gently tossing you to the floor. San fell down with you, his arms outstretching to prop himself up. As he leaned closer to your lips you felt your heartbeat quicken.

You spoke in barely a whisper, “That was very rude of you, you know that?”

San raised a brow and gave you a lopsided smile, “Oh you were totally asking for it, though.”

“Was not.”

“You actual child.”

“You were the one who suggested we make macaroni necklaces and you’re calling me a chi-?”

The man pressed a quick kiss to your lips to stop you from talking. His plush lips moved in time with yours and you giggled as you felt him smile against your kiss.

“Actually,” San murmured against your lips, “I think your necklace looks great. I just like how cute you look when I give you hell.”

“How charming.”

“Oh you love me.” San whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your neck, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation.

Your eyes crinkled as you smiled, love in your eyes. “I’ll deny that ‘till my dying breath.” The way you said it, it might as well have been ‘I love you.’ After all, the silver band around your left ring finger said otherwise.

Hellooooo random but 👀 your aesthetic is ABSOLUTELY STUNNING O.o like fr damn😔👌 have a nice day/night please 💖💖

Awww thank you!!! 🥺🥺 And you too!! Also just wanted to say I haven’t got to read all of your fics yet but they’re so good!! ♥️♥️♥️

Please my heart—look at their smiles!

peek-a-boo!

How tf have I gotten 70+ likes on my recent post for San and 40+ likes on the crack post I made about Yunho? AND- I have 10 followers!! It might sound insignificant compared to the number of followers other people have but I’m so happy! I didn’t really expect many people to read my stuff, I just wanted a place to keep a collection of my writings to track my progress. To everyone who had read, rebloged, or liked my stuff: Really, thank you :))

Also take care of yourselves out there! Wash your hands and eat well!! Much love💖💖💖

~Doe

I wanna see a story where a bad boy goes after a good girl and she just really doesn’t give a shit about him and ends up with someone else who treats her well and everyone I’ve talked to disagrees with me but I feel like it could be so funny depending on how it’s written. I want to make this happen but I’m so bad at writing crack I feel like 😅😭

Edit: Guess I’m doing this now 🤷‍♀️

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