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Summary: You were trying to have a fun night with your friends when a handsome stranger introduced himself as your mate. The problem? You have a boyfriend.
Pairing: Werewolf! Haechan x Witch! Female reader
Warnings: smut, reader is slightly older, no actual cheating
“I must be the luckiest motherfucker on Earth.”
Confused, you looked to your right to see a man with beautiful tan skin and boyish soft features leaning against the wall next to you. His smile was mischievous but his eyes held such a gentle spark that you felt jealous of whoever that look was directed towards. You looked then to your left, trying to find who he was talking to, only to see a few guys vomiting and a girl drunk calling her ex.
You frown and look back to your right, where he is still staring right at you, this time eyeing you up and down while biting his lower lip softly.
“Excuse me?,” you asked, giving him an unamused glare.
“Fuck, even your voice is pretty,” he chuckled as he rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes.
“...Are you high?”
“It sure feels like it,” he sighed dreamily.
“...OK. Bye,” you awkwardly said, willing yourself to go back into the noisy club, but before you could walk past the handsome stranger, he grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly against his body. You gasped as your free hand landed on his firm chest where his heart beat so hard and fast it almost felt like you were holding it in your palm.
“What’s the hurry, pretty?,” he asked, bringing your hand which he still hadn’t let go of to his lips and kissing your knuckles.
You never let men treat you like this. Especially strangers. You would have beaten the shit out of him already, screamed or run if you weren’t feeling brave. But this time your body wouldn’t move, and it wasn’t because of fear. Being held by him felt good. You felt protected, wanted, adored, like you belonged with him and not with your boyfriend.
Right.
Your boyfriend.
While you were clubbing with friends, you had to go out and look for a quiet place to call him, but he didn’t pick up.
You should be with him now.
Not with whoever this guy was.
Gathering all the strength you could and ignoring the sharp pain in your chest, you pushed him away with shaky hands. He looked more hurt than angry. His eyes glossed like he was about to cry at the abrupt rejection.
“I-...I have a b-boyfriend,” you stuttered as you clumsily took your phone and tried calling him again.
The man seemed even more hurt at your words, his eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed, mouth hanging open in disbelief. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing while listening to the neverending call waiting beep.
When you finally gave up and hung up with a heavy sigh, he spoke again.
“He’s not picking up?” he asked, his eyes still closed as he rested his head on the wall. You ignored his question and quickly typed a message instead. “What a shitty boyfriend. I will never do that to you,” he continued matter of factly, like he was predicting the future instead of speaking hypothetically.
“He t-texted me,” you lied. “We’re gonna meet now.”
“Well, sucks to be him.”
“What?”
“I said it sucks to be him,” he said, opening his eyes slowly, “because you’ll have to break up with him.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. The audacity.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Why would I break up with him?” you spitted, finally looking at him, ready to give him a piece of your mind, when you saw his eyes and froze.
They kept changing between golden and red.
Fuck.
A werewolf.
You recalled everything you learned about werewolves back in school. You never thought you would cross paths with one, since there were so few of them.
You knew they weren’t naturally aggressive, but when their eyes turned red things could get messy. It was dangerous. You should be scared.
But you weren’t.
If anything you were weirdly attracted to and curious about this stranger.
“Because you’re my mate.The Moon chose you for me.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Yes, you do. You feel it too, don’t you?”
“...No,” you lied. But you knew he could see right through you. Your legs were visibly shaking, your face was hot and probably as red as his eyes, your heart was beating like crazy and there was a funny feeling expanding in your chest. You felt so warm it was becoming harder to think coherently.
You had heard about werewolves having human mates, but you??
No way. No matter how attractive he was, you didn’t know this man. Hell he even looked younger than you. No. You had a boyfriend and you had always been a loyal girlfriend. That wouldn’t change because “The Moon” decided against it.
“No?”he asked almost mockingly and took slow steps towards you.
“No!” you repeated firmly and without a second thought you took a tiny satin sack from your purse and threw the content at him. Shiny golden dust landed on his face and he stumbled back shaking his head, fuddled. His body slid down the wall until he was laying on the floor, and his eyes fought the sleeping dust, trying not to lose sight of you. But not even a werewolf was immune to magic and soon he fell asleep.
You went home as fast as you could and texted your friends, letting them know you were too tired to party. You texted your boyfriend again, but he hadn’t even read your previous text.
You thought about the werewolf alone outside of that shady club and it broke your heart. You wanted to go back and check if he was okay, if his hair was as soft as it looked, if his body was always that warm, if his lips-
Enough!
Next week you were going to celebrate your anniversary with your boyfriend, he would probably propose, you would say yes and you would live happily ever after. You wouldn’t see thatwerewolf ever again.
The morning of your anniversary you woke up with a killer headache and the usual text from your boyfriend apologizing for not picking up your calls.
Seojun: Sorry, babe. I was busy.
Seojun: I’ll call you later, okay? love you
Y/N: It’s fine! Sorry for bothering you. I love you too! See you tonight
You added as many heart emojis as you could and sent the message, staring at the screen for a few minutes in case he replied.He didn’t. He was a busy man, after all. You would have plenty of time to talk over dinner.
You drank a sparkling painkiller potion and took a long shower before getting ready for work, which thankfully wasn’t far: you had to go down the stairs of your cozy apartment and open your shop. You sold crystals, herbs, oils, and a few objects that were probably cursed. But the main attraction of the store was divination. Tons of people came everyday to ask about their future, their love compatibility and ways to make a fortune. Some of them were drunk groups of friends who got curious after seeing the shop on their way back home after partying. So the shop was strategically located near the hottest area.
You had 3 clients who had made an appointment with you today and one walk-in customer who ended up buying clear quartz and black tourmaline for protection after the crystal ball showed a friend backstabbing them.
You were about to close the store when your boyfriend called.
“Hello?” you picked up with a cheerful voice in spite of your tired body and the headache that refused to fade away.
“Hey y/n, how is work?”
“It was good!” you started when you heard the little bell on the door ring, indicating that someone had entered the store. “Sorry! we’re closing early today,” you told the customer without looking away from your purse where you were trying to find the keys to the store.You continued talking to Seojun, “ I’ll close the store now and go to the restaurant.”
“Oh nice, you’re closing early. Where are you going?” your boyfriend asked obliviously.
You stopped blindly searching for the key and sighed heavily, closing your eyes as the heachache only got worse.
“What do you mean where? Don’t you know what day is today?”
Silence came from the other side of the line. The only voice you heard belonged to the customer who for some reason still hadn’t left the store and was having a drunk discussion (more like a monologue) about destiny with somebody else. Probably a friend who was too drunk to even reply.
“Did you forget our anniversary?!” you asked. More to confirm than anything else. The answer was clear.
“Y/n… you know I’ve been busy,” he started.
“I’m just saying,” the customer insisted on their philosophical conversation, “I presented before you and I still haven’t found my mate. How come you-”
“I SAID WE’RE CLOSED!” you snapped, finally turning to see the insistent customer. There stood the werewolf you met last week, next to another guy about his age who looked terrified at your sudden outburst. Both stared at you wide eyed.
“Y/n, babe…I really don’t have the time today. I’ll make it up to yo-,”Seojun tried reasoning with you but you weren’t listening anymore.
“Seojun…I’ll call you later,” you mumbled and hung up the phone.
An awkward silence took over the store as all three of you stared at each other.
“Sorry, we uh… we’re gonna uh- go, yeah…” the scared man with feline features whispered as he pulled the other man’s hoodie to move him towards the door.
“It’s her,” the tan skinned werewolf said firmly.
“Huh?”
“She’s my mate, Mark. The one I met last week.”
“The one who knocked you out with sleeping dust?”
“Yep.”
“Woah…dude! And you found her again in no more than a week? You really are The Moon’s favorite,” Mark said excitedly.
“What are you doing here?” you cut into the conversation rudely. “I told you I have a boyfriend.”
“The one who just forgot your anniversary?” your supposed mate raised an eyebrow exceptically.
“Damn, what a shitty boyfriend,” said Mark.
“That’s none of your business. Just get out!” you exclaimed.
“But…my friend here wants to ask about his future,” said the werewolf.
“As I said before,” you said completely out of patience. “We’re closing early.”
“Why? It’s not like you have plans anymore. Pretty sure your … ‘boyfriend’ just canceled,” he challenged, the word boyfriend coming out as a growl.
“Haechan, shut up! You’re so insensitive,” Mark slapped the man’s arm and turned to speak to you. “I’m so sorry about that. I’ve just…been feeling kinda hopeless lately and I could really use some guidance,” he whispered and looked at his feet, playing with the hem of his sweater.
Damn your sweet nature. How could you say no when he looked like a kicked puppy.
“This way,” you finally sighed and guided the two men into a room with a small round table covered with a long red cloth and three chairs. Statues of deities from different religions decorated the room along with beautiful crystals that reflected the dim light of the candles illuminating the room. On the table, a crystal ball, runes, tarot cards and some other divination methods awaited to be of use.
“My name is Donghyuck. You can call me Haechan,” the tan skinned man suddenly said as soon as the three of you sat down.
“I didn’t ask,” you replied dryly.
“What’s your name?” he asked, ignoring your mean statement.
You didn’t want him to know. You were already worried that he knew where you worked, so you decided to talk to Mark only.
“How about we do some candle wax reading?” you asked gently. Haechan scoffed.
“Sure, uh… w-whatever you want,” Mark replied nervously, looking at the statue he could swear had moved.
“If you don’t give me a name, I'll call you ‘love’ instead,” Haechan interrupted, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “How about ‘angel’? ‘Princess’? ‘Pretty’? You seemed to like that one-”
“Y/n,” you finally said, your cheeks turning red. “My name is y/n.”
“Y/n…” he repeated like he was savoring your name, looking into your eyes.
You caught the whimper right before it left your throat and focused on Mark only, who was shifting awkwardly on the chair.
You could tell how pure Mark was by how easy it was to chanell and see his future. The candle wax floated in the bowl of water making incredibly vivid figures that let you know all you needed to. He was close to meeting his mate alright. You warned him that this person would have quite a strong character and he could get hurt, but he was so excited about having a mate that he didn’t care about the rest. You smiled at how his eyes shined when he curiously looked at the wax and told him every other detail you could see. You were quite proud of yourself for managing to concentrate when you could feel Haechan’s piercing eyes on you the entire time, and exhalled relieved when you finally led the two visitors to the door.
“Y/n,” Haechan called your name before leaving. “I’ll drop by tomorrow.”
“Don’t-” you started but he had already left running with Mark who was euphoric at the discovery that he had someone special waiting for him. That, and the alcohol in his body. You were left alone in the dark store, the only noise being the little bell on the door still ringing after the two men closed it.
You looked for your phone in your purse to find 4 missed calls from your boyfriend and a long text apologizing. Again. You would normally feel sad, but this time you felt nothing.
When you went downstairs to open the shop the next morning, Haechan was already standing outside. As soon as you opened the door you were met with his boyish smile as he offered one of the coffee’s he was holding and made his way into the store.
“Haechan…” you sighed, “you can’t be here.”
“Don’t be silly y/n. You’ll need as much help as you can starting today.”
“...Why?” you asked suspiciously.
“Mark was so happy with your work, he told absolutely everyone about how good you are. And he has a lot of friends. Everyone loves Mark,” he said pointing behind him to show you a large line of people waiting to enter.
You gasped.
“Ok, wow…uh… look, I appreciate your help, but I can handle it myself. We really shouldn’t see each other any-” you stopped mid sentence when he gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. His hand then rested on your cheek and his thumb caressed your lips, parting them. This time you couldn’t stop the faint whimper that he surely heard as he responded with a soft groan.
Just then you heard the bell and pushed him away nervously, facing your first customer of the day
“H-hi! How can I help you?” you asked with your best customer service smile.
“Hey, I have this necklace I inherited from my grandma,” the woman said showing you a beautiful necklace with a ruby pendant. “But when I wear it-”
“It’s cursed,” Haechan said, stepping forward and carefully grabbing the relic with his fingertips and placing it on the counter, where he turned on the lamp and pulled the magnifier glass out of the drawer like it was his shop. “14K gold over silver. Truly a beauty…Ah, here it is,” he said as he pointed at a tiny symbol carved at the back of the ruby.
Both you and the customer stared at him dumbfounded.
He then walked towards the customer and asked if he could see the back of her neck. Without questioning it, she quickly tied her hair up in a messy ponytail and Haechan stood behind her, looking for something. You stood next to him curiously.
“Found it,” he murmured and pointed at the same symbol he had seen in the necklace engraved faintly on her neck. “Luckily it’s not serious yet. We’ll just have to purify the necklace and the problem will be solved.”
“How long will that take?” the customer asked hopefully.
“I would say…about two weeks?” he answered, looking at you for confirmation.
“Uh-yeah, two weeks should be enough,” you replied.
Your first client of the day left satisfied and there were many more to come. Some were looking for a tarot card reading, some needed to buy specific herbs and some had more problems with cursed objects, which Haechan handled perfectly. You didn’t even notice when the day was over.
“How do you know all that stuff?” you asked while balancing the cash drawer.
“Me? Oh uh…my major is demonology and I specialize in cursed objects, so you could say I’m in my element. Did you know one of your statues moves? I’ll have to take a look at that later,” he rambled.
“Shouldn’t you be in class then?”
“Not really. It’s my last semester so I’m just working on my thesis now. I have plenty of time to work here.”
“Haechan…I- it’s not gonna happen.”
“What’s not gonna happen?” he asked stubbornly.
“You and me. I told you so many times: I have a boyfriend and I won’t cheat on him-”
“I can wait.”
“I- ugh I’m surely older than you, Haechan, I already graduated a couple of years ago, it won’t work-”
“Ah…that? I guess I should call you noona then.”
“That’s not the point, I- why are you smiling? Is this funny to you?”
“It’s just… you keep giving me reasons why you can’t, but you’ve never said you don’t want to.” he replied, caging you against the counter, one hand placed on each side of you.
“I h-have a boy-”
“I don’t give a fuck about your boyfriend, y/n,” he growled, his face coming closer to yours until you were barely cemtimeters away. “Noona…”
Your phone rang just in time. You scurried away and picked up. It was Seojun.
“H-hi!” you asked as cheerfully as you could even though your voice crackled.
“Y/n, you didn’t answer my texts. I was so worried,” Seojun sighed and he did indeed sound worried.
“Oh…yeah I had a lot of work today,” you answer, looking at Haechan who was biting his lip and staring at the floor, frustrated.
“Oh, that’s good! I mean, that your business is doing well-...I,” he cleared his throat. “I am really sorry about yesterday, y/n.”
“...It’s okay,” you replied and winced when Haechan snapped his eyes toward you annoyed, as if clearly saying ‘No, it’s not okay.’
“Let me make it up to you, hm? I’m outside your store now.”
“Now?!” you asked just when you heard the bell again. You were face to face with Seojun, smiling at you gently.
“Hi, babe! I finished work early today so I thought we could-Oh, sorry you have a customer,” he said when he saw Haechan.
“I’m not a customer,” Haechan replied, jaw tight. “I work here.”
“Oh…she never mentioned you,” he said awkwardly and chuckled, offering to shake hands with Haechan. “I’m Seojun, her boyfriend.”
“Donghyuck,” Haechan replied, stopping himself from saying ‘her destined mate’, shaking his hand, his grip a little bit too strong to be friendly.
You felt petrified, your hands were suddenly cold and you held your breath. When was the last time you had seen Seojun? three weeks ago? More? You could hardly recognize the man you were supposed to be in love with. And what’s worse, you had almost let another man kiss you. And now they were both shaking hands. You were the worst.
All these thoughts running in your head were so overwhelming you couldn’t stop a tear rolling down your cheek, and then another one, until you were sobbing uncontrollably.
Both men looked at you, surprised. Haechan was the first one to move, wanting nothing else than to hold you but Seojun cleared his throat, gaining his attention. Haechan glared at him, but knew better than to start a fight when you were crying. Instead, he moved away, letting your actual boyfriend be the one who comforted you.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Seojun asked, caressing your head. Haechan grimaced at the nickname and you only cried harder. “I know, I know. I’ve missed you too. You seem to be very tired, so I’ll cancel the reservation and we can just stay in today, okay? Let’s order something and I’ll stay with you all night, I promise,” he was talking to you, but he stole a glance towards Donghyuck, his instincts already telling him he should be careful. “You can go, Donghyuck. I’ll take care of my girlfriend.”
Haechan didn’t move for a few seconds, his wolf saying he shouldn’t leave his mate crying in some other man’s arms. But he finally said goodbye and left the store, telling himself he needed to be patient.
When you heard the door bell you cried harder, a part of you not wanting Haechan to go. But you pushed that thought away, hugging your boyfriend and repeating in your head that if you worked harder you could make this relationship work. Your boyfriend waited patiently for you to stop crying, helped you close the store, order your favorite food and cuddled you.
“Y/n… tell me what’s on your mind,” he begged when you were both lying in bed.
“Nothing,” you replied, “I’m just tired.”
He stared at you for what felt like a whole minute and then leaned in, kissing you hesitantly. You kissed him back and he deepened the kiss happily. It had been so long since you last kissed. The room became heated soon and you were lying under him, his hands pushing your shirt up slowly, exposing your belly.
“You’re quiet today,” he panted, kissing your neck.
“I’m just tired,” you repeated, but you were not sure that was the reason. To be honest, you weren’t turned on. You didn’t feel anything at all.
“Yeah? Let me do all the work then, m’kay?” he said, slipping his hand into your pants. He then stopped moving and pulled away from you. “Y/n…you’re not wet.”
You looked away, embarrassed.Fuck.
“Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
He stared at you without knowing what to do. This had never happened before.
“How about I suck you off?” you offered, unbuckling his belt.
“Y/n,” he called, not sure if you should keep going, but all his concerns were replaced with a deep moan when you licked at the tip of his hard member.
You felt like the worst girlfriend in the world but you could at least do this for him. You tried to satisfy him as much as possible that night, feeling accomplished whenever he moaned and arched his back, but not once did you feel aroused.
When you woke up the next morning, Seojun wasn’t there. He had left for work and left a note on your night table, repeating how sorry he was for not spending enough time with you.
You didn’t have breakfast that day, instead went straight to work and found Haechan waiting for you. He looked like he didn’t sleep all night, dark circles under reddened eyes and a worried expression, which quickly turned into relief when he saw you. He quickly approached you but stopped midway, wrinkling his nose and looking away. You knew how sensitive werewolve’s noses were. He could probably smell Seojun all over you. ‘Good’, you thought. That will help him move on faster.
You didn’t tell him not to come to the store again. You thought he would stop now that he saw your boyfriend, but you were wrong. He kept showing up every morning for the next month, working hard, bringing you coffee, and telling jokes like nothing had happened. However, he refused to accept his paycheck.
“What do you want then?”
“You,” he simply replied.
“It’s not gonna happen,” you replied, rolling your eyes and he chuckled. He knew you weren’t indifferent to him.
There were still lingering touches, intense stares and some comments that were far from platonic, but he wasn’t coming at you as strongly as before. He was happy to earn your trust slowly, knowing he had the rest of his life to spend with you. No matter how stubborn you were, you couldn’t fight the pull forever.
He did get annoyed whenever Seojun dropped by the store. Seojun was never particularly happy to see him either.
“Hello, Donghyuck,” he greeted uncomfortably, just like whenever he saw him. “You’re still here this late?”
“I would stay longer if she let me,” he replied.
“If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re trying to steal her away from me,” he joked, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Haechan simply smirked mischievously and walked towards the door.
“See you around, Seojun.”
You were trying hard to save your relationship, but he was always busy, he barely replied to your texts even though he said he would change and sex with him was getting more awkward. It just felt wrong.
Tonight was no different. No matter how many positions you tried, you just couldn’t get off. You could tell Seojun was getting tired and frustrated too.
“Is there…somebody else?” he asked.
“What?! No,” you replied, offended.
“Is it Donghyuck?” he insisted.
“I-,” you mumbled. “There’s nothing going on between us.”
“But he likes you,” he stated.
“It’s more complicated than that…”
“...Explain.”
“He…is a werewolf.”
He raised his eyebrows and his eyes almost popped out of his skull as everything started making sense.
“Fuck… h-he…imprinted on you?”
“...Yeah.”
“...And you couldn’t tell me sooner?” he spitted angrily.
“I rejected him. There was nothing to say.”
“I-,” he sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this y/n…”
“Nothing happened between us!”
“He won’t stop y/n! He can’t stop! He’s an animal!”
“He is NOT an animal!”
“I bet you like that. Some immature guy who can’t control himself with you,” he scoffed. “And you just play around with him while I work my ass off for us-”
“What?! You don’t work for us! you work for yourself. You didn’t think about us during our anniversary, you didn’t think about us when I asked you to move in together, when I asked to spend your vacation together, when I wanted to introduce you to my parents-”
“Thank God I didn’t meet them! I knew we wouldn’t last long anyways-”
You slapped him as hard as your shaking hands allowed you. He glared at you but said nothing, quickly getting dressed and grabbing his stuff. He felt guilty but refused to be the first one to say sorry. You on the other hand, couldn’t even cry. You were tired of always waiting for a man who never had time for you and now had the audacity of accusing you of cheating.
You accompanied him to the door of the store in silence. It was morning already so, of course, Haechan was there.
“Seojun,” he greeted.
“Donghyuck,” he replied with the same lack of enthusiasm.
“Noona, they just delivered these. I think your friends sent it,” Haechan told you, giving you a couple of gifts and a bouquet of flowers. “I didn’t know it was your birthday! Happy birthday!”
Seojun looked at the gifts, then at you and closed his eyes, sighing full of regret. Of course he forgot about that too.
“Don’t worry, Haechan. You’re not the only one who didn’t know,” you said bitterly. “Come in.”
“Y/n,” Seojun started but you didn’t let him finish this time.
“We should break up, Seojun.”
Haechan stopped walking and looked at you, wide eyed. His eyes met Seojun’s and then he bit a victorious smirk, which your now ex-boyfriend didn’t fail to notice.
“No,” Seojun said. “Let’s talk-”
“We were talking just now. I heard you loud and clear. I don’t think there’s anything left to say.”
You closed the door and walked in, leaving Seojun outside too stunned to speak until he eventually left. You asked Haechan to look after the store while you went to take a shower and then started your day like nothing happened. You could tell Haechan wanted to ask, but you were so busy the entire day you barely had any time alone.
It was dark outside when you were closing the store and he finally spoke.
“So…”
“I don’t wanna talk about it, Haechan,” you cut him off.
“I know it’s just…Happy birthday,” he said shyly. You turned around and saw him holding a small cake with candles illuminating his beautiful face.
“I..wow Haechan,” you smiled genuinely for the first time that day. “When did you have the time to get that?”
“Lunch break,” he replied. “I didn’t have enough time to get you a gift though. I should have known sooner-”
“Thank you.”
“Huh?”
“Thank you, Haechan,” You said, looking at the cake dreamily.
Haechan could feel his heart about to burst. He smiled proudly.
“You’re welcome. Make a wish.”
You closed your eyes and did as he told you, then blew the candles while he cheered for you. It was a small celebration, but you hadn’t felt so happy in a long time.
“Drink with me, Haechan?” you asked him. He nodded quickly and offered to go buy any drink you wanted.
And that’s how you found yourself sitting on the counter, drinking a beer with your supposed mate. Laughing at embarrassing stories of when he was a child.
“What did you wish for, noona?,” he asked suddenly.
“It’s a secret.”
“But I want to knooow,” he pouted.
“Why do you want to know?” you laughed.
“To make it come true.”
You looked at him. His sincere eyes were waiting for an answer just so he could make the impossible possible. All for you.
“I wished…”
“Yeah?” he breathed out.
“For a hug,” you blurted out. Truth be told, you didn’t make a wish. You couldn’t think of any at the moment. But you could really use a hug tright now.
He gulped, situating himself in between your legs, you still sitting on the counter. “I can do that. May I?”
You nodded and he didn’t waste more time. He pressed your bodies together and held you tightly, his heart beating against yours as he straight out moaned at the feeling. You stayed like that for a minute, both of your breathings getting heavier.
“Noona,” he broke the silence.
“Hmm?”
“Remember when I told you I could wait?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Fuck that,” he groaned and crashed his lips against yours. You kissed him back hungrily and he sighed dreamily, unconsciously humping against your center, rolling your skirt all the way up. You moaned against his mouth and he chuckled.
“You like that? Hm?”
“Yeah…”
“Me too, angel,” he whispered and cupped your breasts over your shirt, massaging gently. “You’re so soft, so perfect.”
You whined and reached for the hem of his sweatpants, slipping your hand past his boxers and grabbing him firmly.
“Ah! Ohh…fuck, fuck,” he moaned, taking your panties off and touching you shamelessly. You almost screamed when he collected your wetness and used it to draw gentle circles on your clit.
“Haechan- ah! Haechan oh my god.”
He licked your neck slowly and gave it little sucks that would soon become hickeys if you didn’t stop him.
“W-wait! No m-ah…Ah! No marks!”
“Why the fuck not?” he growled, bearing his teeth against your neck.
Just then a faint beep from your phone caught both of your attention. The screen of your phone on the counter next to you lighted up to show an incoming message.
Seojun: y/n, I got you a birthday gift-
You couldn’t finish reading it before Haechan grabbed it and turned it off, slamming it back on the counter.
“Because of him?” he asked, irritated.
“It’s just…it’s been only one day. It would be disrespectful…oh!” you moaned as he slid his cock against your pussy lips and rubbed your clit just right.
“Is there an official grieving time or some shit? He's not your boyfriend right now,” he asked, holding your legs open for better access and hissing, his cock twitching. You couldn’t answer, your eyes trained on where your bodies connected.
“How can it be disrespectful when you were mine from the start?” he asked hotly.
“I…I wasn’t-”
“You were. You’ve always.been.mine!” He stressed every word with a hard thrust, constantly stimulating your bundle of nerves. “He should be thankful I even let him anywhere near you.”
You were a sobbing mess, shaking under him as his hips sped up.
“Did he ever make you this wet,noona? hmm? Did he even make you cum?”
“N-no ah…oh my god- he didn’t, I just c-couldn’t,”
“Of course you couldn’t” he chuckled, grabbing his dick and using it to slap your clit harshly, making you arch your back and your eyes roll back. “Since the moment we met, your body would only want me. All these times you told me we couldn’t be together? I knew it was all bullshit. You are mine.”
You knew he was right even if you didn’t want to admit it. You wanted him since the beginning.
“Let me mark you,” he hissed, his heavy breathing indicating he was as close as you.
“Ah…n-not- Oh! not y-yet please, pleaseplease oh!” he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit fast from side to side. “Haechan, Haecha-AH! ah!ah! OH MY GOD HAECHAN!”
Your body trembled as you came trying to close your legs only for your tights to be slapped open roughly by Haechan. He lifted your shirt and bra all the way up to your neck and jerked himself off furiously, aiming his load toward your stomach and breasts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck!” he gasped loudly staring at your face intently while releasing on you.
When he finished he pressed his hands against your stomach and spread his cum all over you.
“W-what are you doing?” you weakly asked.
“If I can’t mark you then you’ll at least smell like me,” he growled.
“Fuck.” you sighed at the view of his cum covered hands massaging your breasts. He kissed your lips softly.
“Happy birthday.”
The next week was weird. Haechan kept working at the store, only now he would be more bold with his touches and kiss you unapologetically whenever you were alone. You didn’t push him away. It just felt right with him.
Except when you read the nonstop messages from your ex. You couldn’t help but feel guilty even though that relationship had been dead months before all this happened. You answered one of his messages, agreeing to meet him and hear what he had to say. You thought it would be awkward if Haechan was around so you told him to leave early, arguing you had plans. He left, not before throwing a suspicious look at you.
You heard the bell when you were in the divination room and yelled at the newcomer to come in, assuming it was Seojun.
“What happened to your plans?” Haechan asked standing in front of you.
“H-haechan! What are you doing here?”
“Weren’t you going out with friends? Why are you still here?”
You didn’t speak.
“Noona… you can tell me anything. Don’t lie to me, please”
You sighed.
“Seojun is coming over,” you admitted.
You saw his jaw tightened but he didn’t speak.
“He wants me to listen to him one last time.”
He nodded and sat down in front of you on the divination table. “I’ll stay.”
“Haechan, no-”
“Yes,” he replied, his eyes turning red momentarily.
“He won’t feel comfortable-”
“What about what I feel? My mate meeting her ex alone at night makes me very fucking uncomfortable.”
“I…stop calling me that.”
“What? My mate? You are my mate.”
“I haven’t agreed t-to that…” you mumbled.
He stared at you in silence for a few seconds, analyzing your face looking for a sign that you were joking before speaking again
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“I’m just…not sure…you really like me that much. You’re still young-”
“I don’t just like you, y/n. I am in love with you. Imprinted for life. I’m very fucking sure.”
Truth be told you’d had few relationships in your life. All of them ended badly: they left you for somebody else, they didn’t take you seriously, they didn’t have time for you. How did you know this wasn’t just a sick joke? Haechan could easily be lying to you just to get laid.
It was like Haechan could read your mind.
“You still don’t believe me,” he hissed.
“I’m sorry…”
“Ask your tarot cards then.”
“I can’t see my own future…”
“See mine.”
“R-right now?”
“When is Seojun coming?”
“In about 20 minutes.”
“We have time then. Just a simple reading,” he said leaning back into the chair, manspreading comfortably to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere until you read for him. “Go on.”
“Uh okay,” you started shuffling the cards. “We don’t have much time so you may ask three questions and we’ll take one card to answer each. First question?”
“What am I to you?” he shot without hesitation.
“I thought this was about you. Not me,” you stopped shuffling and glared at him.
“This is about me. You’re in my life now. Now give me a card.”
Hesitantly you shuffled the cards until one fell on the table facing upwards.
The Sun.
You blushed like crazy. Of course it would be the sun. It was like your cards were making fun of you. You looked up and saw him smirk smuggly.
“I trust you know the meaning of the cards by now, so I don’t need to tell you.”
“I wouldn’t mind hearing it from you,” he teased.
“No. Next question.”
“What are you to me?”
You glared at him again but decided to finish the reading before Seojun arrived instead of arguing. Not even two seconds after another card jump out of your hands and on the table.
The Star.
You looked at Haechan who was smiling gently this time.
“Still don’t believe me?”
“...What’s your last question?”
“What’s our future together?”
“Haechan…”
“Come on. I want you to see it yourself.”
You shuffled the cards nervously until the last card fell, facing the table. You lifted the corner of the card so only you could see it and quickly tried to put it back into the deck, but Haechan quickly grabbed your hand and stood up, walking around the table until he was standing in front of you
“Show me the card,” he commanded, still holding your hand.
You refused, struggling to get away which only ended with both of you falling on the floor, cards flying all around you as his body hovered over you, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand so he could take the card from you.
The Lovers.
He laughed and threw the card away carelessly, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing his forehead against yours.
“Stop it,” he said softly. “Stop fighting it, y/n. It’s real. I love you and you love me”
You sighed and nodded, leaning in to kiss him when you heard the bell for the second time tonight.
“Y/n? Are you here?” Seojun’s voice asked from the store entrance.
“Fuck! Haechan you have to hide,” you begged. He rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” he said, getting under the divination table, covering himself completely with the coth over it.
You quickly picked up the cards and sat down on the table, right when Seojun entered.
“Y/n! You’re working so late,” he said.
“Ah, I was just finishing a reading,” you said.
“Did I interrupt you?”
“No, not at a-ah!” you gasped when you felt Haechan’s hands caress your legs all the way up to your naked thighs, covering them with the cloth. Bad day to wear a skirt.
“What? What’s wrong?” Seojun asked.
“Nothing, it’s just…m-my headaches. You know how i-it is,” you answered trying to press your legs together, but Haechan wouldn’t allow it.
“Right uh…May I sit down?”
“I would rather you didn’t,” you accidentally replied out of panic. The last thing you needed was him noticing Donghyuck under the table. “I mean, I’m sure you won’t have much time anyways. What was it you wanted to say?”
“I…I got you a birthday gift,” he said, placing a small box on the table. “I wanted to give it to you sooner, but you didn’t answer my texts…”
“You never replied to mine when we were together, Seojun.”
“I know, I…I’m sorry. We… are we really done? Can’t we work it out?” he asked sadly.
At this, Haechan growled lowly against your inner thigh, licking and nipping possessively.
You gasped, which your ex mistakenly took as a good sign, looking at you hopefully.
“We were together for so long y/n,” he continued. “Let’s not let a kid ruin it.”
Haechan, who had been kissing his way up to your center, gave you a long lick over your panties making you whine and cover your face with your hands.
“W-ah! what are you talking a-about?” you asked, trying to keep your cool when Haechan found your clit and sucked it into his mouth roughly over the thin layer of fabric.
“We were just fine before that…wolf showed up, y/n,” he said approaching the table to grab the tiny box and open it, revealing a ring with a huge diamond on it. “What do you think? Let’s forget about all this and get marrie-”
“Oh my god, ohmygod ah!” you sobbed, Haechan pressing his head harder against you, desperate to taste more, holding your thighs around his head. “You c-can’t just- oh… fuck, this is… Things were bad before H-Haech-ah!”
“Y/n, what are you talking about? We were great.”
“You n-never had t-time for me-ah! You forg-ot my…birthday, our anniver-” you sobbed into your hands, tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks. Thankfully Seojun assumed you were just very emotional.
“I said I was sorry,” he repeated the words you’d heard so many times before.
“I- for…give y-you,” you regretted saying those words as soon as you felt teeth grazing your clit threateningly. “B-but we ah! are n-not getting back… t-together.”
Seojun just stood there, in silence. There was nothing else he could possibly say to change your mind.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated again.
You nodded without looking at him, your face still hiding behind your hands. Being sorry wouldn’t change anything. You didn’t look up until you heard the bell again, telling you Seojun had left.
You finally let out a loud moan and lifted the cloth, and the sight of Haechan contently eating you out made you come immediately, your thighs shaking around him and your fingers pulling his hair, him groaning appreciatively.
“Good girl,” he murmured against your core, between licks. “You did so well. So, so good.”
Sensitive, you tried to push his head away, which he responded to with a snarl that sounded almost too animalistic to be coming from him.
“H-Haechan?”
“More,” was his only answer before he stood up and manhandled you onto the table, dropping the box with the ring off the table in the process and ripping your panties with his bare hands, diving back in.
You screamed so loud, you were sure your neighbors would be scared.
“FUCK! HAECHAN!”
You pulled at his hair and he moaned against you, the vibrations giving you more pleasure that you could handle.
“Oh, please, too- too m-much,” you mumbled, followed by a mantra of his name, which only fueled him more.
He pressed his tongue flat against your clit and shook his head from side to side, making you come undone for him. You laid limp on the table trying to recover from what was probably the best orgasm you had ever had in your life when you felt him licking and biting your stomach.
“H-haechan n-no, no m-marking,” you weakly whispered trying to push his head away from your belly but he growled, literally bearing his teeth at you. That’s when you finally noticed the deep crimson shine of his eyes and the thin layer of sweat covering his face.
“Is t-this… are you in…?” You didn’t even know how to finish that question. You vaguely remember reading about heats and ruts, but nothing really prepared you to experience one.
“Mate,” he said like he was possessed. He lifted your body like you weighed nothing and carried you on his shoulder up the stairs. “ Need to mate you.”
He opened a couple of doors until he found your room and threw you on the bed. You would never admit it, but you were incredibly turned on by this new side of him. He took his shirt off carelessly and climbed on top of you, staring you down like you were his prey. You felt like a prey too, not being able to do anything but gasp when he tore your shirt and bra the same way he did to your panties earlier, leaving you on just your skirt.
“Fuck, I liked that shirt…ah!” you moaned while he sucked on your nipples.
“I’ll buy you more,” he replied like it was nothing. “Buy you anything you want.”
“H-how are you gonna do that?” you laughed. “You don’t even accept your payche-fuck ah!”
“Don’t need it,” he mumbled against your breast, his right hand fingering you slowly while his left hand played with your other breast. “Have savings. Could buy the entire store if I wanted.”
You could only groan at the feeling of his hands all over your body.
“Hyuck, p-please… need to-need to feel you,” you begged.
“Feel me?”
“Inside, inside please!”
He grunted and pulled away from you, finally taking his pants and boxers off, and pumping himself a couple of times before aligning himself with your entrance.
“W-wait!” you said and before he could growl at you you quickly grabbed a condom from your drawer and handed it to him. He stared at it confused, and a bit offended.
“That’s not my size,” he said. You rolled your eyes, thinking he was being arrogant and opened it so you could put it on him yourself. But you stopped yourself when you paid proper attention to his size. Your mouth hung open in disbelief, staring up at him. He smirked as he held his cock with his hand, thick and heavy.
Stubbornly you tried to put the condom on him. He hissed when you pressed it against his tip and started rolling it down with difficulty. The mission failed not even half way through, the condom split all the way to the tip, revealing the angry purple cock due to lack of circulation.
“Guess I’m bigger than him,” he teased, tossing the broken condom into the floor and jerking himself off slowly. “I’m clean, I promise.”
You nodded, spreading your legs and letting him enter you slowly. You winced when the head pushed into you, stretching you so good you got dizzy.
“Besides,” he added, pushing more of himself into you. “The whole point of this is to breed you.”
Your eyes snapped open.
“H-Haechan!”
“Mm?” he hummed, followed with a moan when he finally pushed all of him inside of you.
“Oh! y-you…you can’t be serious,” your nervous laugh was cut off by a deep thrust that had you gasping for air.
“Can’t help it,” he moaned. “Wanna give you my pups.”
“F-fuck…” you whimpered, giving into the pleasure as he pulled all the way out and thrusted harshly into you again.
“You’re so g-oh! so good, y/n,” he moaned, increasing the pace of his thrusts, trapping you in the bed with his body, his pelvis chafing your clit insistently. “Gonna…gonna fill you up-ah!”
“Oh yeah! yeah p-please-ah! ah…Ah! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,” you begged incoherently.
“Y/n, y/n, y/n,” he could only repeat, pistoning into you like an animal, mouthing your neck needily. “Need to…need to m-mark you ugh!” was the last thing he said before he sank his fangs into your skin.
If it hurt, it was only for a second, as an incredible pleasure consumed your entire body, making your eyes roll all the way back into your skull and cum with a silent scream.
“G-good girl,” Haechan huffed against your ear, never stopping his movements. “Again, a-again!”
You hadn’t even come down from your high and he was forcing you into another one, the stimulation almost painful. You clumsily tried to push his hips to a stop, the feeling becoming too much for your human body, but it did nothing but provoke him to go harder.
You were a sobbing mess by now, you were moaning and screaming nonsense that sounded like his name, when your body finally convulsed and your squirted so hard he had to pull out.
“Fuck!” he hissed, reaching for your clit with his hand and rubbing it furiously. “Fuck! That’s it, give it to me!”
You were literally crying. It was all so good, you couldn’t even process it, and he kept giving you more and more. Finally you fell limp into the bed, bedsheets wet under you, panting under Haechan’s intense stare.
“...Again,” you heard his voice say, deeper than you’d ever heard him.
You weakly shook your head and tried to crawl away from him. He chuckled darkly, grabbing both of your ankles and manhandling you into your belly. He didn’t even bother going slow this time, slamming into you hard and setting a fast pace since the beginning.
“My mate is s-so cute,” he moaned, giving a particularly hard thrust. “Running away when I haven’t even knotted you once. So…so cute.”
You desperately grabbed the sheets under you, feeling so good you were screaming until your throat was sore and you started drooling into the pillow.
“Ah…Ah shit,” he hissed, now covering your body with his, not allowing a single move from you as his knot started expanding. “Y/n, y/n,y/n,y/n,y/n…ooohhh.”
His hips hammered into you animalistically until he pushed his knot into you, now he could only grind against you and give short thrusts until it stopped growing.
“T-too m-much…”you babbled, your body too spent to try to resist.
“You c-can take it, noona,” he panted licking at the mark on your neck. “My pretty y/n, my angel, y-you can take…all of me, can’t you? hmm? Of course you c-Aaah! fuuuckkkk… o-of course you c-can…made for me…you’re m-made for m-ooohh!” he barely mumbled, jaw hung open, the tip of his tongue sticking out his bottom lip because of the overwhelming pleasure while spurts of cum spilled inside of you until you felt you were going to explode. And just when you thought you couldn’t take anything else, his hand found its way to your clit and massaged it fast and uncoordinated, until another wave of pleasure took over you, your mind going blank.
“So lucky…I’m so blessed… The Moon gifted you to me,”was the last thing you heard before everything was silent and you drifted out of consciousness.
When you woke up, you were lying on your side, Haechan’s arms around you and his mouth kissing your shoulder gently. You tried to turn around but a sharp pain stopped you, pulling a loud hiss from Haechan too.
“Don’t move yet, angel. Not while I’m still knotting you,” he pouted and caressed your stomach.
“Right…sorry,” you said and lied down in silence again until Haechan spoke again.
“Y/n…”
“Hmm?”
“What is that?” he asked, pointing at a little box of medication on your night table.
“Ah…those? Birth control pills.”
His body tensed against you. The movement of his hand on your belly stilling.
“You take those?!” he sounded betrayed.
“You didn’t think I would actually let you get me pregnant, right?” you laughed.
“...But I want it,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver.
“That’s just your wolf instinct speaking right now.”
“I don’t care. Want it.”
“Well, it won’t happen. I’m protected,” you chuckled and got into a comfortable position to sleep again.
“...Y/n?” you heard after a few minutes.
“Yeah?”
“Aren’t pills like… 99% effective only?”
You bursted out laughing this time. “Only? 99% only? You surely don’t think you are that special 1%?”
You would have laughed more but Haechan gave you a hard unexpected thrust now that his knott was getting smaller, making you gasp and hold into his arms for support.
I’ve been getting email from them and my apartment complex. Flex is a new payment options where they take your rent and divide it over two to four payments. But of course flex has it own fee.
So essentially Flex pays your rent with a fee and you pay flex back. Sounds good right.
But I did some digging because they are pushing this so hard.
Come to find out, Flex is horrible. It doesn’t tell you how much the fee is until you sign up. Once you sign up it’s damm near impossible to get out of it.
So let’s say you need to split September rent, but in October you are fine. You still have to go thru flex and pay the fee.
Then I found this article. Not only could the lady not get out of flex, she ended up oweing them about 1k in fees.
That article also states that Flex as a business has 1 out of 5 stars on BBB. Their customer service is damm never nonexistent.
But I think we are missing a bigger issue. Apartments are pushing flex because they know people can not afford the rent. And because people can’t afford the rent there are more evictions and loss of payment. So instead of lowering the rent they push flex. They want it to seem like they are helping when they are not.
Most people get evicted and the apartment never get their money. 7 years later it falls off your credit report.
So to keep people in these buildings and to keep a steady income they offer some shit like flex.
It’s predatory and will most likely leave a tenant in worst standing than before.
I also never subscribed to Flex at all. Never been on their site. So my apartment complex had to mass sign us up for these emails. That alone piss me off because I never gave permission.
Look, maybe some of you know this, but I’m willing to bet a majority of people don’t, so let me give you an accounting tip from a former accountant:
Any time you pay in more than one payment, you will pay more than the original amount. Every time. Whether from “fees,” interest (which one of my professors rightly called “rent on money”), or some other form of hidden payment, you will pay more than whatever the original was. Otherwise, the company cannot make money on you and that’s the whole point, to make lots and lots of money on vulnerable people.
Not only that, but you leave yourself in more precarious financial standing. Every time. Because now, you don’t just have one big payment you can’t handle, you have many smaller payments you maybe can’t handle, and they add up. Especially if you’re one tiny inconvenience away from your financial life falling apart, which many of us in America and elsewhere are.
Extending payments is a scam to trap people who already don’t have enough money, and companies do it on purpose, fully knowing what they’re doing. The exceptions to this are rare and practically nonexistent. Don’t sign up for Flex, and don’t sign up for anything like it. Paying rent in a big chunk is hard, but having to pay lots of little payments that suddenly ballooned to way more than the original rent you owed? So much worse. And there’s lots of legal things they can do to force you to pay it, like suing you in small claims court. If you lose–and you will–you’re then liable for that debt for twenty years. It will stay on your credit report for twenty years, too. The company can often then legally take money out of your paycheck if you have a job, and you can’t tell them no because a judge said it was ok, until every penny is paid back.
Please don’t sign up for things like this. It seems like it will make things easier, but it’s the same kind of predatory lending as payday loans. It’s not worth it at all.
genre/warnings; smut, unprotected sex (dont be silly, achilles, wrap your willyyy), fucking on the table where you eat, you and mark are both extremely embarrassed but there is no shame in uber driving or ordering food, mark may be spider-man
summary; behold mark lee - your hot uber driver who you keep getting. very embarrassing. you also fuck him.
wc; 3.5k
a/n; this is deeply unserious im sorry
All of it started because you were a little hungry.
Being a college student was hard work and hard work inevitably lent itself to cravings. Food was scarce enough. Nothing in the fridge and the sole edible item in the pantry was ramen noodles.
Which you were sick and tired of. You’d had ramen noodles for dinner for two nights in a row and enough was enough.
Rather than suck it up and eat another bowl of convenience store quality noodles, you did what any other reasonable college student in your predicament would do. You opened Uber Eats and placed an order for Wingstop.
You continued to work on a five-page essay while you waited, keeping a steaming mug of coffee near your desk, and only got up to fix yourself another cup or take a bathroom break.
Until you heard the doorbell ring some half an hour later, if your guesswork was any good. With your stomach groaning a fit, you decided paying for priority delivery wouldn’t hurt.
You hopped to your feet and turned the corner out of your bedroom to the main hall, quick to swing the door open just before coming face-to-face with Mark Lee.
“Hi,” he said with a cheerful tone, cautiously handing you your food and drink. Which was nice, because eighty percent of your Uber drivers had extreme resting bitch faces. Then again, you weren’t exactly thrilled to work either.
You greeted him politely, “Good evening. Thanks so much.”
“No problem. Have a good night,” Mark said, flashing a full set of teeth before turning on his heels.
“You, too.”
Then, you closed the door and that was basically the end. You obviously didn’t think about him much, even if he was kinda cute. Your paper was due at midnight and you foolishly started only five hours before the deadline.
Though that wasn’t the last you saw of Mark Lee. The next time he visited your front door was sometime after work. You had come home and immediately crashed, deciding you would eat later.
Like your knight in shining armor, Mark appeared at your door with your Tropical Smoothie. You flushed, heat spreading through you like wildfire. Getting the same Uber driver twice was embarrassing, but Mark Lee greeted you with the same kind smile.
“Hi. Again,” Mark greeted while handing over your food. As if making it a point to remind you that this was the second time he’d delivered your food was absolutely necessary.
You accepted the bag and smoothie graciously, awkwardly chirping, “Hello. Thanks.”
“No problem. Have a good night,” he said politely.
You exchanged pleasantries and promptly hid back inside your apartment while you hoped to never see Mark Lee again. Setting your food on the table, you rummaged through your bag, preparing to devour your smoothie until you quickly realized there was no straw.
You have got to be kidding. You had to have double or quadruple checked for a straw before you accepted that there was none.
“I swear to god, the next time I see Mark Lee, I’ll…,” you trailed off.
A knock penetrated the air. Your eyes flickered in confusion, considering that you weren’t expecting anybody. You glanced through the peephole, both glad and irritated to see Mark.
Unlocking the door, you opened it ever so slightly and asked, “Can I help you?”
Mark was still grinning, though it seemed sheepish. “Uh, no. I just forgot to give you this. And I figured you would probably be needing it.”
Your gaze flitted to the straw in his right hand that you’d essentially ransacked your whole apartment from the doorway to the kitchen for. “Oh,” you mumbled under your breath. “Thank you, Mark.”
Mark’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, almost as if you weren’t supposed to know his name (though the app displayed it next to his profile picture). Like he didn’t sit behind you in Corpus Linguistics.
“It’s no big deal,” he told you quietly.
But it was. Just a minute ago you were about to curse his entire bloodline. Not that he needed to know that. “You know you’re, like, the first driver to come back to give me the straw?”
“Well, I try not to forget it in the first place,” Mark said bashfully, laughing to ease his nerves. “Have a good night. Forreal this time.”
“Night, Mark,” you bid him, waving him off.
Mark tried not to scream his lungs off when he got inside his car. Or at least wait until he pulled out of your apartment complex. He was a little embarrassed to be talking to you for the first time under these circumstances. You’d been sitting in front of him for an entire semester and this was the first time he’d ever spoken to you.
Ever since you beat him to an answer in class, Mark had something of a crush on you. First of all, you were pretty as fuck. And although you had a resting bitch face that made him sweat bullets, you were nicer than you looked.
His little crush wasn’t necessarily unrequited, little did he know. When you had free time to stare, you’d steal glances at Mark every now and then. More often than not he was doodling in his notebook. Sometimes you saw him jotting down notes, but he seemed to have a natural knack for passing linguistics.
Mark isn’t all that bad, you thought. He seemed pleasant enough. Quiet, but pleasant. His Uber bio described himself as a college student just trying to make it through life.
Relatable.
Weeks passed without (thank goodness) getting Mark as your Uber Eats driver, with one fleeting exception. He remembered that day vividly. It suddenly started to rain and you apologized for the trouble, making sure to tip thoughtfully.
Mark thought about asking you out but wondered if it would be too weird. His friends encouraged him to try, but he was too frightened of rejection. Nobody wants to date the guy that they pay to bring them dinner. Not that that stopped him from thinking of taking you out for a meal though.
Then, this weekend came, and you decided to Uber Eats again.
Maybe taking a shower with your food on the way wasn’t the smartest idea you’d ever had. But you were on a tight schedule and didn’t have time for it after eating, so you would just have to be quick.
You were hoping to wash all of your frustrations down the drain. Balancing work and an unpaid internship, on top of college, was not for the weak. To say nothing of your pent-up sexual frustrations.
The other part that comes with the territory of being a busy college student? You didn’t have time for hookups. What little time you did have to spare was typically spent recharging.
Fifteen minutes later, you hopped out of the shower and barely started to dry off when you heard a knock at your front door. You grumbled curses under your breath and wrapped your towel tightly around yourself, hoping Mark wouldn’t mind.
“Hi…,” was predictably the first thing Mark said when you opened the door, only to be caught off guard when he saw the towel wrapped around you.
Water gathered at your skin. Mark could smell you from two feet away, and god, your scent was heavenly. You’d clearly just gotten out of the shower. Mark swallowed the lump in his throat, keeping his gaze at your eyes. He didn’t want to come off as a creep.
“Hey, Mark,” you greeted, over it by now. “Thanks for the food.”
Right. The food, Mark thought. He scrambled to hand over your bag. “Oh, yeah! No biggie. Here you go.”
When you went to reach for your food, you felt your towel slacken, and instinctively tried to fix it before you accidentally revealed yourself. Mark, reflexes as great as they were, caught your food adroitly.
You made a face, actually accepting the bag when he handed it to you this time. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to fuck around and flash you.”
“You’re good,” Mark replied, laughing nervously.
Mark handed you your drinks (how he handled all of this as carefully as he did was a mystery) and you quickly realized there were two drinks. “What’s that one for?”
“Oh, right. They gave you two drinks. I, uh, know what you’re thinking and don’t panic! It’s the right order. Just with an extra drink,” Mark rambled.
“Huh. Maybe I misclicked,” you replied thoughtfully. “Well, I know you’re working and all, but do you wanna join me then? I never finish this stuff anyways.”
The part of you that listened to reason was denouncing this idea before the words even left your mouth, but the desperate part of you couldn’t give less of a damn. No, you may not have had time for this level of stupidity, but you needed a break and you were hoping Mark would indulge you. Fingers crossed.
Mark’s eyes widened. “What? I couldn’t do that. I mean, I was about to go home, but this is your food that you paid for.”
Don’t remind me, you almost huffed. You searched your brain for any ideas, preferably smart ones, and came across one that wasn’t entirely idiotic. “Yes, you can. I’m inviting you. I kinda owe you one right now anyway.”
That didn’t ring any bells. Mark’s brows furrowed. As far as he was concerned, you didn’t owe him a damn thing and he wouldn’t really care if you did. “Huh?”
“Remember in class when you answered Dr. Kim’s question? I was really struggling. Had you not explained it to me I would probably still be lost,” you lied cleverly.
You gave yourself a mental pat on the back. Mark did help you with that question in class, though you weren’t really confused. You just wanted to hear him talk to you and he seemed like he knew what he was doing.
“Oh,” Mark said softly, blinking. “Well, I guess I could…”
“Yay!” you exclaimed before he could finish, telling him to come in and shut the door behind him. You led him to the kitchen and set your food down on the table. “I’ll be back. I gotta go, um, be not naked.”
Mark nodded quietly. His thoughts were too impure to speak aloud. You just had to remind him that you weren’t wearing anything under that towel, didn’t you?
He didn’t mean to have such filthy thoughts of you. Honestly, he was chastising himself in his head, but they wouldn’t stop. Not when he could see damp fractions of your skin and your bare goddamn legs.
Fuck, he wanted those on his shoulders.
You came back redressed, but barely. You had on a black tee and the tiniest shorts. Flashing Mark a smile, you separated the food and decided you’d talk to him over dinner.
Wondering if it was just you, you asked Mark a good fifteen minutes into what was a pleasantly lighthearted conversation, “Isn’t it weird that we’ve matched four times now?”
Mark swallowed to wet his throat. “I mean, uh, I guess you have the tendency to get hungry while I’m working. Nothing wrong with that.”
“No, I guess not. Nothing at all,” you agreed, following with a sip of your drink. “Do you like it?”
Mark shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not the worst job ever. I like it because it’s flexible. Not every job lets you sit down and have an impromptu dinner with a pretty girl.”
The pretty part definitely slipped, but there were no take-backs and you didn’t seem weirded out. The opposite, rather, your lips curling into a grin. “You think I’m pretty?”
“Of course, I do. I mean, you’re objectively pretty. I mean…,” Mark ranted.
You giggled at his rambling, finding it cute. Not just because you may or may not have wanted to fuck him. If you had the time in your life, you might have even considered wanting to date him.
Mark rubbed the back of his neck. “Why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re cute,” you told him.
“You think I’m cute?”
Propping your face in your hands on the table, you teased, “Of course, I do. You’re objectively cute.”
Mark flushed.
“Seriously, Mark. You’re cute,” you said, getting up to approach his side and sit on the edge of the table. “Do you want me to prove it?”
Mark had a couple of ideas, but staggered, “How?”
“Stand up.”
He had no mind to disobey you, standing to his feet. When Mark was face-to-face with you again, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into you even closer, tasting your dinner on his lips.
All it took was a total of two seconds for Mark’s brain to malfunction, but it caught you by surprise when he grabbed your waist in his calloused hands and kissed you roughly. You were half expecting Mark to be a complete amateur, but he kissed you expertly, tongue passing through your teeth.
His fingers started to wander, naturally gravitating to your perky breasts in that tight tee, giving them a nice squeeze. Though he still made sure to moor a hand to your waist where your t-shirt rode up a little.
“Fuck, Mark,” you moaned, pressing yourself into him, grinding your hips against his crotch.
It drove Mark a little crazy when you moaned his name in your sweet, soft voice. He broke his lips away from your mouth and pressed them to your neck, sucking bruises into your throat.
You went from innocent kisses to your shorts kicked off into his chair and the food forgotten, shoved to the other end of the table. Your underwear was in a heap with the rest of your clothes while Mark’s pooled at his ankles, his hard cock standing at attention at his stomach.
You sucked in a breath when you felt it briefly poke your thigh, whining his name again, “Mark…”
He hummed, “Mm, yeah? What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” you stammered weakly, eye fluttering. He sounded more confident than he did when he was at your door, more like when he was certainly answering questions in class or explaining the material to you.
This switch was wholeheartedly welcomed.
With your hips in both of his hands, Mark slowly but surely impaled you on his cock, all the while kissing you on every available patch of skin. This wasn’t how he anticipated his first dinner with you to go, but he wasn’t complaining.
You cried out his name at the fulfilling sensation of being stuffed to the hilt with his cock. His hands drifted from your hips, grabbing your thighs in his palms, and you locked your legs around his waist to feel him even deeper.
Mark still wanted those legs of yours on his shoulders, but this would more than suffice for now. Your pussy was gripping and gushing around his cock, and it sent him into a mad whirlwind of unadulterated ecstasy. The pace he set was brutal, courtesy of how your walls kneaded him tightly.
“Shit. Fuck,” Mark hissed, nails nipping your thighs.
You winced your eyes shut at the sting, the pain bordering on pleasure. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you arched flush against his chest, limbs locking.
Mark clamped his teeth into your shoulder to keep himself from moaning out of sheer humiliation. You were so perfect, taking his cock like magic and emitting those sweet melodies for his ears only.
“Mark, don’t stop,” you told him, mouth hanging open from your frequent cries.
The table started to jolt with your movements and there would probably be marks on the floorboard but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your mind was on a fluffy cloud with the rest of the body and you were levitating, his cock stroking all those deep, sweet spots.
In a matter of only minutes, your thoughts were borderline empty. You couldn’t think of how badly you needed to turn in multiple assignments before their deadline. You couldn’t think of the bad days you had at work. All you knew was Mark’s thick cock and his honey-like voice.
“You’re so perfect,” Mark stammered out.
His words brought a smile to your face that looked lost amongst your fucked out features. “What’s so perfect about me?”
“Everything,” Mark replied without a second thought, giving your whole body a less than subtle scan. “These soft lips and those pretty eyes and this tight, pretty pussy.”
You cried out in shock when Mark landed a slap to your cunt, surprised at how good it felt and wanting him to repeat it. “Do it again.”
Mark cocked a brow, lips curling into a grin. “You like that?”
You bobbed your head, answering him with gentle whimpers.
The sound that left you when Mark smacked your cunt again was so high-pitched and airy that he could have released inside of you then and there. Your thighs tensed and your whole body tightened, your head flying back.
“You’re so wet,” Mark groaned, feeling your damp walls clamp on his dick every time he smacked your pussy. Mark’s face was flushed. His knuckles were probably white with how roughly he was holding you because the pleasure was making his entire body go taut.
You lifted your fingers higher and tangled them through his lengthy hair, dragging him into you and pulling his lips onto yours. Mark kissed you open-mouthed, his tongue warm and his breathy sounds almost directly in your ear. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at a deep thrust and Mark wanted to etch the sight into his memory permanently.
“Oh my god,” you cried, ignorant of your sounds echoing out.
She’s a dream, Mark thought to himself, pulling back to get an eyeful of you. A very wet one.
“Mark, I’m close,” you told him shakily. “You have to, fuck, pull out.”
Mark had forgotten all about the fact that he’d gone bareback until you uttered those words and he swore under his breath, flipped you over, and ignored your shocked cries while he penetrated you again from behind. Your fingers scraped the table surface, a loud clap resounding through the room with every smack of your hips.
Tears made your eyes foggy. Mark grabbed your hips, his other hand darting underneath your weight and thumbling your clit because he wasn’t going to last much longer. He groaned, “God fucking damn.”
Your stiff nipples brushed against the table and you shuddered at the cool contact. There were way too many different sensations and you were overwhelmed by the lack of mercy.
“Shit. Let go, baby,” Mark whispered softly, his voice trickling your ear and the side of your neck.
“I…,” you trailed off, having no words to speak. They all got caught in your dry throat, only desperate sounds escaping you.
The room was too hot to breathe in, the air polluted with a sex-induced haze. Sweat covered every inch of your body in lieu of the water droplets and Mark wanted nothing more than to mold his lips into your skin. Your impending orgasm got the better of you and you came undone, shuddering with release.
Mark could feel you involuntarily tighten and it drove him to a craze, slapping his hips into yours faster. You cried out his name, begging him to cum, begging him to release like you needed it more than he did.
Only a few more erratic thrusts later and Mark was pulling his cock out of your pulsing pussy, shooting his cum up your back with the most guttural sound you’d ever heard, and you gave a sated exhale.
For a second, the two of you stayed together like that, gathering your breath. All you could hear was an exchange of quick pants between the both of you and your own racing heart.
Mark grabbed a couple of napkins you’d gotten from the restaurant and wiped his release off of your back, just before going, “Um, well…”
How this boy could fuck your brains out then go back to being awkward as ever was far beyond you. You shook your head and jumped back onto the table, kissing him again.
Mark kissed you back with tongue and it made you wonder where he learned to kiss like that. You laced your fingers through his hair, humming into his mouth, and brought your lips to his ear to whisper, “Thanks for that. I really needed it.”
“I, uh, yeah. You’re welcome? Any time,” Mark said with a sheepish smile.
You cocked a brow. “Any time?”
Mark said nothing, his brain short-circuiting from the hell of an orgasm he just had, but those words had given you a really bad idea. You grabbed a pen from a glass on the table, holding the top in your mouth while you scribbled something onto the back of a napkin.
“Here,” you said brightly when you handed him the napkin.
Mark was smiling like an idiot when he left your apartment, waiting until he was out of your vicinity to celebrate. You just gave him your number.
Next time he was going to put your legs on his shoulders.
I mean it’s already weird as fuck that this dude prints out every single handout to annotate in pen… but that means now there’s this big, hottie football player next to you with a binder full of 16th and 17th century erotica and love poems!!!!!
And even tho he’s always glaring at you for putting your water bottle too close to him, he’s the one who chose to sit next to you FIRST—granted, it’s the front of the class and ofc he’s the type who’d want to be there, glasses and little crows feet from squinting aside—so he has no right to be mad! Esp not when he’s accidentally using your green highlighter to differentiate between notes…
Notes he doesn’t even let you peer at (you ask once after missing a day of class, barely, because you only ever speak for turn-and-talks about the meaning of this and that, but he’s turning his nose so far up you almost think you smell)…
Except you know there must be a reason, cuz your friend says he’s (“the angry blonde, right? Hates everyone? I workshopped for him once, thought he’d kill me”) in their creative writing class and literally only submits romance.
And then one day he sees you waiting for the bus at night, literally stopping in the middle of the road in his fancy car you can only wish you knew the name of, to STARE right at you with this squished up, angry face you truly find unpleasant looking.
But he’s pulling over before you can say anything, tell him to leave you alone, and opening the door for you to get inside, leather seats and TV screen and everything.
(“What?” you say, feeling a little annoying staring at him so dumbly, least that’s how he’s looking back at you, expression still pinched and gross.
“It’s night,” Bakugo replies, like it’s obvious, “‘n you’ve got this dumb ugly purse on your shoulder. Get in.”
“Why?”
He curses, then asks if you’re stupid. “You wanna get robbed or somethin’? I’m happy to leave.”
Except he never does. Just waits for you to peer around your empty campus and nod and then sink into his fucking front seat warmers that must’ve been an exceptionally pricey upgrade—)
It becomes a thing, tho. For him to swing by that bus stop and drop you off at home. It’s only about a mile or so down, but he tells you to shut up the one time you say he doesn’t have to or anything, and you do, and just let yourself live in the little world he’s created for himself (even if you do end up leaving a bunch of scrunchies and chapsticks and your headphones (in their cat-themed case), once, too, on the way).
Hey guys.. so interesting factoid about me; I like to watch wrestling. I mean, tune in every week, watch the PPV’s, buy the merch type of fan.
Soo, let’s talk about Pro Wrestler!Bakugo
At first, he had no interest in it, he wanted a more rugged sport like football, but after his mother saw one too many players get CTE, she immediately pulled him from the sport.
He was angry at first because dammit, he’s not like those other extras on the field! But alas, to save himself an earful, he quit the sport as a two-time Super Bowl champion.
But he needed something else to let his aggression out. Something heavy-hitting.
That’s when he found pro wrestling.
At first, he was shit, he can admit that. He didn’t know how to run the ropes, he wasn’t with the high-flying shit and making people tap out didn’t satisfy his needs. That’s when he found his real fighting style.
Brawler.
He likes to beat people up. He likes pummeling his opponents into bloody heaps until they’re too far gone to even stand. And he especially likes the shiny belt that gets thrown over his shoulder after every title defense.
But nothing, nothing, compares to the cute, chunky commentator that sits at ringside.
He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, the way you try to shit on his matches and promos, and he knows it’s hard! He’s incredibly charismatic and he has the chops to back it up.
He corners you one day before a show, “Hey, Chubs. You got a problem with me or something?” He presses you. You’re a bit caught off guard and he uses that to back you up against a wall. “Cat got your tongue? Funny how you always seem to have something to say out there but when it’s just us…” You cut him off, pressing a firm, manicured finger into his chest. “Listen, asshole. I actually do have a problem with you. I think you’re full of shit. You walk around like you own the place, when the only reason you got your spot in the company is by kissing the boss’s ass. So yeah, I’ve got a fucking problem with you.” You storm off, muttering incoherently under your breath and fuck, Bakugo doesn’t think he’s ever been harder than he was right then.
The following week you’re the one cornering him in the hallway. “What the fuck is this?” You angrily shove the papers in his face. Bakugo smirks at the papers, “I see you got the news.” “No shit I got the news, what the fuck are you trying to do?” You press. Bakugo stands, towering over you. “Easy, Princess. All I told them was that I’d want to work with you more. I didn’t think they’d put us together. But then again, why wouldn’t they want to keep their top guy happy?” He’s smug, the bastard. And you want more than anything to wipe that smirk off his face.
“Fine then.” You grab his hand and lead him to his personal locker room. “If we’re gonna do this, I want it to look real.” The smirk drops from his face as you toss the door open. He follows behind you and locks the door when you instruct him to. Since when did you start telling him what to do?
By the time he turns back around, you’ve already made yourself comfortable on the large sofa. You removed your jeans and panties, tossing the lacy garment his way. “I want you to eat me out, Champ.” Fuck, you’ve got him hooked already.
He makes his way over to you, getting on his knees to breathe in your delicious scent. His mouth is practically watering as he sucks hickies onto your thighs, eager to finally dig in to what he’s been denied so long. You thread your fingers through his ash blonde hair, slightly tugging. “Hurry, ‘Suki.” You whine. He wants to hear you beg more, but he knows he’ll get the opportunity to later on.
He dives right in, lapping up your juices before sucking your clit into his mouth. You gasp at the feeling, bucking your hips up against his face. He’s messy, he spits on your cunt before lapping it right back up along with your juices. “Fuck, ‘Suki. S’good. Please.” You cry out. “Please what, Princess? Gotta tell me what you want.” He mumbles into your cunt. “Fingers. Please. Want your fingers, baby.” As much as he wants to deny, the pet name does something to him, he can’t help but comply.
He coats two fingers in your essence before slowly pressing the middle one inside, curling the finger in search of that special spot. You whine at the feeling, cunt clenching around him. “Gotta open up, baby. Gotta let me stretch you out for my cock.” He coos at you, his voice a striking contrast to how he sounds when he addresses the masses. It’s then that you come to the revelation that he only addresses you like that. He’s never loud, never aggressive when he’s with you. You don’t know why, but it has your cunt dripping that he’s only like that with you.
He slides in another finger, working you closer to your orgasm, and when he finally puts that heavenly mouth back to work, you feel your cunt spasming, core clenching as your orgasm washes over you. He milks it for all your worth and keeps going, and before long you feel another orgasm rush through you, though this one feels more different than the first.
“‘Suki, wait! I’m gonna-” “Cum, cum for me again, baby. Want you to soak my face.” You cry out as you cum for the second time that night, squirting all over Katsuki’s face. You grind your cunt against him, his nose bumping your sensitive nub. He lets you ride it out, before finally pulling away, your juices dripping from his chin. He licks his lips before pressing a fiery kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself.
You hum at the taste, but you’re eager for the real star of the show. You pull at his belt, signaling that you want his clothes off, and who is he to deny you? He takes off his pants, but unlike you, he keeps his shirt on seeing as the show was going to start soon. His cock bobs up against his abdomen and the tip is a pretty shade of pink, with a few veins along the sides. Of course he has a pretty dick.
He runs his cock along your cunt, bumping the tip against your clit a few times before slowly pressing inside. He sets a steady pace, checking to make sure you're okay before increasing his speed. Before long, the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping, and fuck, you’re a sight. Your face is flushed, with pretty tears streaming down your face, he can’t help but want a taste, tongue licking your tears before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, sucking your tongue into his mouth. He’s close, so fucking close, but he needs you to cum for him again.
“Cum f’me, baby. Cum for your champion.” And you do, your cunt clenched around his cock as you cum for a third time. You’re spent, but you want to feel him cum, want to feel him inside you during the show. You squeeze your cunt around him, eager to coax his orgasm from him. “Cum f’me, ‘Suki. Cum f’me, baby.” You know what the name does to him. Something so simple, yet so domestic just gets him ready to spill inside you. And he does, after a few more thrusts he’s cumming, the feeling of his seed filling you feeling so good, so warm.
You both stay connected for a moment, before you start to giggle. Bakugo’s head perks up at that, before joining you with a slight chuckle. “How long do you think before they realize we’ve been dating?” You ask, a dopey smile on your face. Katsuki kisses your cheek before answering, “I’d say a few weeks. You know I can’t keep my hands off you for too long. And now that I get to love on you in front of everybody, fuck yeah I’m gonna rub their noses in it.” You chuckle before pushing him off of you. “Alright, get me a towel. Show’s about to start.” “Yeah, you’ve got like 10 minutes.” “‘Suki!”
PAIRING | mean dom!mark x reader ft. hyuck (briefly)
SYNOPSIS | the kitchen isn't for cooking, didn't you know?
WC | 1.8k
WARNINGS | oral fem receiving, cocky!mark, jealous!mark, some golden hour inspired dialogue, kitchen sex (a bit)
A.N | i haven't posted anything in a while but after the concert (and the release of his song) i needed to write about him <3 send feedback, and enjoy
the kitchen counter digs into the skin of your back but you don't even notice. all your thoughts are directed to the lips suckling your clit. hands push at your legs, grabbing and pulling the soft flesh apart so he can taste more of you.
"m-mark, fuck. thats- that's good, just like that."
from on his knees, your boyfriend looks up at you, tongue still swirling around your clit. he hums something sweet and the vibrations send you into a frenzy.
clutching the back of his head, you thread your fingers in his long, black hair and tug him closer. he can't go anywhere so really you just end up rocking your hips into his jaw.
he doesn't mind because fuck, you taste so good. so fucking good, and it's all his - you're all his. no one else can have you. not even that boy haechan. the one who's always trying to hang out with you. the one that's currently on his way over to you and marks shared apartment.
the food you were cooking for the three of you is left on the stove, all but forgotten thanks to your boyfriend.
you didn't even have time to greet him when he opened the front door. he immediately made a beeline for you after dropping his bags on the kitchen table.
sweet lips attached themselves to your neck, dark bruises blooming in their wake. his hands were urgent, needy - desperately pulling at the large sweater covering your frame from his greedy eyes.
"let me taste you." he had asked, dropping to his knees and pressing his fingers to your panties.
you had dropped the spoon back into the pot of spaghetti sauce, "right here?"
his eyes never left yours, not even when he hooked his fingers into the waistband and began to pull the lace down your thighs, "right here."
now you were all but clambering up on top of the marble countertops, trying to squirm away from your boyfriends prodding tongue.
"stop moving." he mumbles, fingers pressing bruises into your hips to keep you in place. "unless you want me to stop."
"n-no don't stop. mark, if you stop i swear to god i'll-"
he pinches the inside of your thigh which makes you yelp in surprise, "you'll what baby?"
sitting back on his heels, he moves his hand to replace his tongue and draws small, agonizing circles with him thumb over your folds - just barely brushing your clit.
"if i stop eating this pretty pussy, i'm just gonna bend you over and fuck you on the counter."
two fingers dip into you, and involuntarily you clench around them.
"you'd like that huh?"
the question has a deep blush rushing up your spine, and you nod your head slowly - too focused on the way his breath is slowly ghosting over the skin of your belly now that he's leaned forward.
his fingers continue to pump in and out of you, and all the sensations were leaving you with a euphoric head high.
"yeah i bet you would baby." sharp teeth nip at the skin below your navel. "but what about your little friend that's coming over?"
your fingers dig into the marble so hard you're afraid you'll break it. "who? h-hyuck?"
"yeah-" he spits, "hyuck."
his fingers move faster now, building the tension that was lingering in your belly. again, his tongue darts out to lick at your exposed clit - though unsatisfied with the angle, mark grabs one of your legs and slings it over his shoulder.
now you were supporting your weight with one leg on the ground and both your hands gripping the countertops. despite the fear of falling, the action has you whimpering for your boyfriend.
"what would he say if we fucked on the very table he's about to eat on?" you can't even focus on his words, too caught up in the sensation of being split open on his thick fingers.
his hair is matted on his forehead when you look down at him. "why would we -"
mark pulls back, "it can be our little secret baby. he doesn't have to know - or maybe he does."
"mark-" you whine, wanting his lips back between your legs.
"cum for me first and then we'll talk about it." rhythmically, his fingers drive into you. "or i'll talk - i don't know, your mouth might be full." a satisfied hum leaves his lips when your head tilts back in ecstasy, "my turn first though."
and then he's back to suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves. tongue swirling and licking and lapping at the arousal that leaks onto his hand and down his wrist.
you were so wet for him - so fucking perfect. and he ate it up like a starved man.
soon enough the incessant lapping of marks tongue, and his taunting words - "this sweet pussy is all mine yeah?" "don't want me to stop? fucking cum on my fingers then." has your body locking and doing just what he wants you to.
you ride out your high by grinding against his face, and he took it all. he loved watching you enjoy yourself. it meant he was doing his job right.
"felt good?" he murmurs as he gets up off the wooden floor.
you nod dizzily and fall into his embrace once both your feet were on the floor. who knew he could make you this weak?
"aw baby, don't tell me your done yet! we're just getting started." he frowns, circling his arms around your waist and pulling you flush again his body. something pokes at your stomach.
" i think you got a bit of a problem." you point out.
he smirks, lips attaching themselves to yours, before pulling back, "a really big problem." your eyes lock, his still clouded with lust, "you can help me solve it if you bend over the counter like we talked about."
"but babyy" you drawl, "hyucks gonna be here any minute."
mark grits his teeth and pokes the inside of his cheek before fluidly spinning you around and pressing your hips into the counter opposite of the one you were up on earlier. the bulge in his pants presses against the swell of your ass and somehow you end up arching back into him.
"i really don't give a fuck about that guy." the growl rips from his throat so low you almost miss it. "and you shouldn't even be thinking about him." he sighs almost comically, "i guess i didn't eat this pretty pussy good enough."
his fingers dip between your legs again to swirl around your swollen, overly sensitive clit.
"yes- you did." you whimper, legs shaking.
"then why is another man in your head, hm?"
mark didn't show his jealous side much, but when he did, you knew the next day you weren't walking anywhere. just from the snip in his voice, you knew tomorrow was going to be one of those days.
the sound of fumbling can heard from behind you and soon enough the blunt head of marks 'problem' is pressing up between your folds.
'maybe i should fuck the thought of him away - you think that would fix it?"
one of his hands snakes up your spine and grabs the back of your neck. out of the corner of your eye, you watch his bicep flex when he pushes you down flat against the cool marble. your nipples are stiff peaks against the glossed rock and it makes you shiver.
mark knocks your knees apart and pushes his cock into you; slowly at first. he needed you to feel the stretch - feel how big he really was - feel how hard you made him.
pfft. and you were thinking about another man.
"you think he can make you feel like this?" helplessly, you let mark rock his hips into you. erratic moans pour from your parted lips, "oh i know baby, i know it feels good. just take it okay? i know you can pretty girl. take it just like you did when i was devouring this pretty pussy." the lewd words dripping off his lips like honey leaves you spasming around him and scrambling on your tip toes. "ah, you liked that huh?" you go to shake your head but he tsks at you, "don't deny it now baby, your body gave you away."
"mark, f-faster please. i need you to go -"
"faster, i know baby. i'll fuck you real good in just a second. wanna get adjusted first."
from over his shoulder mark takes note of the time.
seven twenty eight.
"say, what time was your little friend supposed to show up?"
you can barely register his words, but through a dreamy, cloudy voice, you whimper out, "seven thirty."
like a string of fate, a knock sounds at the door. both you and mark jolt and look towards the white wood.
"punctual. of course he's punctual." mark seethes. "what do you say we give him a show? let him see just how much you truly care about him when i'm the one fucking you."
the idea is appealing, so appealing in fact that your body betrays you again. a gush of arousal floods around marks cock, making his shallow thrusts slippery.
"why are you being so-"
"because he can't have you. and i can't have him thinking he can."
another knock sounds and your phone laying just out of arms reach lights up with a text message from haechan.
"and you know what baby?" the question is saturated with a cockiness you've never heard from mark before.
you whimper, his hand snaking between your legs and flicking your puffy clit. "what?"
"i didn't lock the door." you gasp when he pinches the bundle of nerves, "so i think i'll just invite our little guest in, yeah?"
"yeah?" you breathe, dazed and fucked out and pliant.
"yeah." he solidifies it and reaches for the hem of his shirt. ripping it over his head, he flexes his biceps - some form of male competition forcing him to show off his girl and his muscles.
"okay baby, get ready to put on a show."
you nod, choosing to focus on the driving force between your legs instead of his words that ring out into the apartment air.
"It's unlocked! you can come in!"
tentatively, the handle turns and pushes open. a young man mark can only assume is haechan steps through the threshold. his doe eyes go wide when he takes in the scene before him.
"nice to meet you. i'm mark, the boyfriend. dinner might need to be postponed a bit."
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After waiting for a ride for almost half an hour, Y/n was finally in front of Katsuki’s house. Hell, she didn’t expect his house to be this far and big. It makes her apartment look really cheap.
“Here goes nothing. If it’s the wrong house then-
Her speech was cut off when the front door burst open revealing a Katsuki with an ‘are you serious’ look. Y/n’s body went stiff as she stared at him, nervously blinking.
“What? Gonna stay here outside? Suit yourself.” Katsuki rolled his eyes and was about to slam the door shut when Y/n’s foot stopped it from closing.
“N-no!” Y/n stuttered and pushed the door open a bit in panic.
“I can hear your voice all the way from my fuckin kitchen.” Katsuki barked. “The hell are you standing outside of my house. What? Scared?” This time, his lips turned into a smirk.
“Of course not.” Y/n slightly pucker her lips as her eyes wander around the house. “I was just, well..”
Katsuki shook his head and went back to his kitchen, continuing to cook. “Kazui’s still asleep. You can just rest for a while.”
Y/n heard him say. She was busy looking around the house to even respond, especially towards the photographs hanging on the wall. It was Katsuki carrying Kazui, Katsuki’s parents taking care of Kazui, Kirishima playing with a younger Kazui, and a lot more. But what caught her attention more was the huge painting above the flat screen tv. It was Katsuki, sitting on a sofa carrying what seemed like an 8 – 9 months old Kazui, both staring back at her.
It must’ve cost him a fortune, she thought.
“Done ogling the pictures?”
Katsuki’s voice jolts her, making her turn her head to where his location was. “I was just looking at the pictures.” Y/n said.
Katsuki just ignored her and placed the food on the table. “I cooked an extra breakfast. Assuming you haven’t eaten anything.”
Y/n blushes a little. “I’m fine. I ate on my-“ She was interrupted by her stomach growling making her face turn red.
Katsuki smirked at her. He kept his gaze at her as he straightened his posture, crossing his arms over his chest. “You were saying?” He said teasing her.
“I-I don’t mind a bite..” Y/n mumbled and made her way to where Katsuki was.
It caught her by surprise when Katsuki pulled out a chair for her to sit on. Her heart was throbbing intensely it would be possible for her to have a heart attack right at this moment.
“W-what are you doing..” Y/n’s voice was quiet as she kept her (eye color) eyes on him.
“I may be fuckin crude but I know how to treat a guest.” Katsuki said leaving the chair for her to sit on and sat across from her. “Eat up.”
“Thank you for the food.”
Silence engulfed both the adults as they took their time eating. It was not awkward though. Just pure comfortable silence.
Y/n doesn’t know how to start a conversation or where to look at. She’s just nervous that if she looked at him, he’ll catch her easily knowing that his senses are all heightened since he’s a hero. She simply kept her head low to which, making Katsuki angry since he can’t look at her face.
Why the hell was she hiding her face? His eyes are on her as he chews on his food. It didn’t bother him if he’s making her uncomfortable.
“Oi.”
Once again, Y/n jolted making her look at him. “W-what?”
“Why’re you hiding your face?” Katsuki tsked and took another egg. He raised an eyebrow when he got no response. “Well?”
Y/n kept quiet. She was too embarrassed to answer so she just put another whole slice of meat in her mouth as an excuse to not answer.
Katsuki though was finished eating. He just shook his head and pushed himself out of his chair.
Y/n watches him. She watched him put both his hands inside his pocket and make his way upstairs. When he came back down, he was carrying Kazui who’s sleeping comfortably in his father’s arms.
Katsuki saw you watching him. Your eyes were soft, and your smile was gentle. Once he reached the table, he had to shake Kazui a little.
“It’s always been like this every morning.” Katsuki said trying to wake Kazui. “And there I thought this brat got over this.”
Y/n giggled. “Well, he’s still young so it’s completely understandable.”
When Katsuki was failing to wake his son, he tsked. But Y/n stood up walking close to him, “May I?”
He looked at her before carefully passing the sleeping child in her arms.
“Kazui. Time to wake up.” Y/n said softly slowly walking towards the window. “You need to wake up or else I’ll leave.”
The sight before Katsuki made him melt. Is this what it felt like having a wife? Is this how things would go if his ex-wife didn’t abandon them? Will he witness something like this? But as much as Katsuki wanted to imagine his ex-wife doing this, it was Y/n’s face that kept appearing in his mind. Maybe it’s because he finds her a mother figure.
Maybe she’s who he needs in his life…
His thoughts were cut short when his phone started ringing. He checked it out seeing it was Eijiro who was calling. He gave Y/n one last look before leaving them behind, heading to his bedroom. When he reached his room, he shut the door and answered the call.
“What do you want?” Katsuki answered as he stood in the middle of his room.
“Bro. I have something to tell you.”
His voice was different, that’s what he noticed was making him suspicious. “What is it about? I don’t have all day.” Katsuki responded.
“I found *”
Katsuki was speechless hearing his ex-wife’s name.
“And she was arrested.”
“How did you find her?” Katsuki asked. He was curious of course.
“I paid someone to do the job. He found her living around the city.” Eijiro explained. “I went to her house just earlier and got the police arrest her.”
Once again, he was speechless. As much as possible, he doesn’t want to say her name especially when he’s around Kazui. He was glad Y/n was here.
“I also handed her the divorce papers you prepared before. The court will deal with her.” Eijiro added.
The line was silent as Eijiro waited for his response. He knew this would make Katsuki speechless.
“Look, I wanted to apologize for not letting you know about this. This is not my responsibility, but I don’t want to see you-“
“Thank you.”
Eijiro smiled. Wiping a tear with his arm, he grinned. “Can I come over? I missed the kiddo!”
Katsuki chuckled. “Y/n’s here, idiot.”
“What?!” Eijiro yelled at the other line making Katsuki pull his phone away from his ear. “What is she doing there?! Are you two da-“
“No, shittyhair.” Katsuki barked. “She’s taking care of Kazui. I hired her as his babysitter.”
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When the call ended, Katsuki exited his room grumbling about his buddy coming over. As soon as he reached the ground floor, he saw Kazui finally awake but still in Y/n’s arms. They were both laughing while Kazui was snuggling himself to Y/n.
“Oi, brat.” He called out. “What time do you think it is, hah.” Katsuki stomped to where they were and pulled Kazui’s cheek.
“You didn’t wake me up!” Kazui reached up and pulled Katsuki’s hair.
“I did!” Katsuki growled using his other hand to pull Kazui’s other cheek.
Kazui just copied what his father did. He reached his other hand and pulled Katsuki’s hair stronger making him lean down due to the height difference.
“Enough you two.” Y/n pull Kazui’s hand from his father’s hair and pinch Katsuki’s hands making him jerk it back.
“You’re lucky, Y/n’s here.” Katsuki pursed his lower lip and ruffled Kazui’s hair. “Otherwise, I would’ve spanked you.” he walked to the kitchen cabinet pulling out a cereal. “Get down there like a grown up and prepare your own breakfast!”
Surprisingly, Kazui jumped down from Y/n’s arms and went to his father’s side, not before taking his stool where he could stand on to be able to reach the top of the counter. Katsuki handed him a plastic bowl and spoon along with the box of cereal and warm milk.
“Don’t spill.” Katsuki said observing his son with his arms crossed.
Y/n shifted her gaze to Kazui who was focused on his task. She can even see his eyebrows scrunched together as he pours the milk in the bowl which seems to be the challenging part for him.
“You’re doing great. Tomorrow you’ll do a different task.” Katsuki pat Kazui’s head as soon as he finishes pouring the milk making Kazui smile up at his father. “Eat.” Katsuki said and left him to carry his own food way to the dining table.
“Kirishima will be here anytime soon. He insisted coming over since he also wanted to catch up with you.” Katsuki walked pass Y/n and sat comfortably on the sofa. “Do whatever you want. Kazui’s busy eating anyway.” He said and switched his laptop on to work on a few files that needed to be read.
This is weird for Y/n. Her experience being a babysitter here was different from her old job. Before then, she was also doing chores around the house while watching the kid, now, she’s doing nothing which is new for her, so she doesn’t know what do to.
“Ah, I know.” She mumbled and took her bag off, placing it on the chair. She remembered Katsuki putting the dishes away, maybe she’ll just wash it since she also ate her breakfast here. Yeah, that’s it. She made her way to the kitchen, which surprised her by how huge it was. Almost sparkling clean. When she reached the sink, she started washing the dishes.
Kazui was baffled while watching his teacher. He tilted his head when she began cleaning the dishes. Blinking, he called out to his father. “Papa.”
Katsuki looked at Kazui who was not looking at him but in the kitchen. His curiosity made him stand up from his seat and headed to where Kazui was looking. When he finally saw where his kid was looking, his eyes twitched.
“Dumbass! The hell are you doing?!” Katsuki barked moving close to Y/n who paused on washing to look at him.
“What?” Y/n asked confusedly making Katsuki’s eye twitch again.
“Why the fuck are you doing this?!” Katsuki shouted, placing his palm on the counter leaning against it while his other palm rested on his hip.
“Because you told me to do whatever I want?” Y/n blinked innocently at him. “And language, Mr. Bakugo.”
Katsuki groaned. He can’t believe she’s telling him not to swear in his own house. “Kazui continue eating.” He knew his kid was watching them alright.
“I didn’t hire you to do the chores around here.” Katsuki said as calmly as he could. “I hire you to take care of of Kazui.”
“I can’t take care of him since you’re here as well.” Y/n pointed out. “Plus, you said Kirishima will come over. I am a hundred percent sure he’ll play with Kazui.” she added, slightly pouting.
His eyes suddenly shifted from her face to her lips. Why was she pouting? Didn’t she know that’s illegal? He was staring. He knew he was staring. But god, her lips looks so luscious. He wonders what does it felt like having his lips over hers? Just thinking about this makes him gulp. But boy he was glad she hadn’t noticed this yet.
Screw it.
Following his intrusive thoughts, he took a step closer to Y/n, making her look at him in shock. He knows his action surprises her, heck it even surprises him as well. He put both his palms on the counter trapping Y/n. His gaze was intense watching her look up at him with her surprised wide eyes. Slowly, he started leaning down as he watched her.
Y/n was surprised. She first thought of Kazui. He might see this. But everything went blank when she saw him leaning closer. Her first thought was to close her eyes. Is this really happening?
Only a few inches more, their lips will make contact.
But before Katsuki could close the gap,
“I’m here! With the gang-
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I just wanted to say thank you so much for the 700+ followers! I will try and give everyone a good wholesome story as much as I can. Enjoy this chapter!
YN’s interactions with Hana and Beomgyu are always so funny. I’m always laughing at their jabs at eachother. I swear it’s like envisioning an actual movie when I read Promiscuous. You’re so creative!!!
Sorry I didn’t get to your ask sooner. I promise I wasn’t avoiding you 😭😭😭
This actually means a lot to me. It feels like my vision for my fics are actually translating bc that’s how I write. I try and see what I’m about to write as if It’s an actual tv show. Like I’ll write all the dialogue for the whole chapter before anything else just to make sure it flows the way I want it to.
I write Y/N, Hana, and Beomgyu’s interactions in the same way I talk to my friends, playfully vicious but with loving intentions 😭
YN’s interactions with Hana and Beomgyu are always so funny. I’m always laughing at their jabs at eachother. I swear it’s like envisioning an actual movie when I read Promiscuous. You’re so creative!!!
Sorry I didn’t get to your ask sooner. I promise I wasn’t avoiding you 😭😭😭
This actually means a lot to me. It feels like my vision for my fics are actually translating bc that’s how I write. I try and see what I’m about to write as if It’s an actual tv show. Like I’ll write all the dialogue for the whole chapter before anything else just to make sure it flows the way I want it to.
I write Y/N, Hana, and Beomgyu’s interactions in the same way I talk to my friends, playfully vicious but with loving intentions 😭
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